OCW Presents: Massacre
LIVE! August 15th 2022
FROM The United Center
In Chicago, Illinois

~We cut to earlier in the day. Fans are standing in line to enter the United Center for tonight’s episode of Massacre. Leo exists in the summer heat with some OCW security. Fans seem to be going through a couple levels of check points. Tickets, weapons check, and one final Leo check~

Leo: Alright, next.

~A fan walks up sporting a JPD shirt~

Leo: Interesting choice, my man. Might I suggest you purchase some riot gear. You might need it.

~The JPD fan calls him a bitch before entering into the arena. Leo is like, “Well, that was unnecessary.” Next up is a fan sporting an Ed Houston shirt~

Leo: Oh man, big night for The Rocketman! He’s back! High five!

~The fan jumps for a high five but Leo pulls his hand away, laughing. The fan enters, shoulders slumped. Next up is a fan sporting an Easton shirt. Leo’s eyes narrow~

Leo: You know he’s banned, right?

Easton Fan: So? It’s bullshit anyway.

Leo: Not sure if I should let you in or not…

Easton Fan: Seriously? You’re gonna deny me because I’m a fan of the most talented rookie OCW has seen in years? C’mon!

Leo: Whatever. Head on in there and cheer for nobody, I guess. Because your boy won’t be on the show, that’s for sure.

~The Easton fan enters. Next up is a fan sporting a Cass Baumer shirt. Leo laughs and extends his hand~

Leo: Hold up. HOLD UP. Sorry, you’re gonna have to change.

Cass Fan: Why?

Leo: Because we weren’t expecting you guys to show up. The fact that you’re here is a friggin anomaly. Look, put on a more reliable shirt...like a Mark Storm…

~Leo receives an urgent transmission~

Leo: Shit.

~He tells a security guard to get on all fours. Leo climbs on his back and speaks from this manmade pulpit~

Leo: Fans! Listen up! Urgent news! For those of you who were excited to see Cass Baumer, Mark Storm, and Killian Neville on tonight’s show...well, I’m afraid I’ve got some bad news. It seems as though all three wrestlers have, apparently, come down with a very annoying virus knonwn as the ghosties. This basically measn that they are not expected to perform tonight.

~The Cass fan groans. Nobody else really cares. They came here to see The Influence, Scott Stevens, Helena Handbasket, Outcast, Victoria Strader, Ed Houston, Harmon Egan, TMZ, and The Machine Cult~

Leo: If any of you are sporting their merch, well, I’m sorry. But good news. We’ve got some replacement shirts for you...starting with this Cass fan right here.

~Leo hops off the man made pulpit and produces a brand new WHITE WIDOW shirt. An official Sahara t for this fan~

Leo: There ya go. Put that shit on and thank me later.

~Leo shoves the fan toward the arena as he changes shirts~

Leo: We’ve got a stacked card headlined by an OCW Tag Title match! Tonight on Massacre! Step forward fans and get your seats before the action begins!

~Fans continue to enter the arena with Leo doing some quality control. We transition out and into the sold out United Center...fast forwarding from then until now. The fans are going wild! “FREE EASTON” is a sign that catches our attention. We then see “I’M BASH’S FATHER” not sure how well that sign will go over. “BYE BYE STRADERS” is another one. So many signs, so little time. We get a pyro display and Chicago fanatics cheering wildly and loudly. Cameras finally settle on ringside with Hood and Jones.

JONES: Hood, we’re live from the United Center!

HOOD: We’re in Chicago, Jones! Some of the most passionate fans in the entire industry reside right here in the Windy City!

~In the ring, a table draped in a red covering and a couple of chairs rest on either side.

JONES: We’re about to be joined by someone for something but Hood, neither of us have been clued in on our run sheet. What have you heard?

HOOD: Jones, I’m completely left in the dark on this one.

JONES: That’s the music of Majority Owner Thaddeus Duke!

HOOD: It’s starting to make sense, Jones! This past week, he’d been tweeting a bit of a countdown so maybe this has to do with that!

~Thad emerges from backstage wearing a Gucci suit. Open at the collar and no tie. Chicago pours their hate onto him as behind him, his big man blind side protector Cyrus Braddock emerges along with Marcus Welsh. Cy has a grip on the back of Welsh’s neck as they make their way toward the ring.

JONES: Hood, I don’t like the looks of what we’re seeing here!

HOOD: Thad has a plan! What that plan is, I don’t know! And whether people like him or hate him, he has OCW’s best interest at heart!

~Thad, Cyrus and Welsh by force, make their way into the ring.

JONES: I’m not sure he does, Hood! I think he has his own best interest at heart!

HOOD: He’s the majority owner, Jones! Those two things are not mutually exclusive! Whatever he’s doing, whether it’s benefitting OCW or himself, it’s always a benefit to him one way or another! That’s just the nature of business!

~Cyrus forces Welsh to sit in a chair. Welsh immediately tries to stand up, but big Cy places both of his bear mitts on either of Welsh’s shoulders, keeping him seated as Thaddeus takes a seat across from him. The music dies out as Thad smirks across the table at Marcus Welsh.

THAD: I told you last week that I was gonna make you tow the line. See Marcus, I know you’ve been working against me.

WELSH: That just isn’t true…

~Thad looks up at Cy and nods. Without warning, Cy forces Marcus face first into the table, bloodying his nose.

THAD: Only speak when I tell you to. Now Marcus, I have no problem with you. I have no problem with you being the OCW Roster Whisperer if that’s what you wanted to be but I have this suspicion that you were conspiring against me. That you were planting seeds in order to somehow some way take my majority from me. That you were planning all along to overthrow me.

What’s more is… the Strader’s were helping you do it.

WELSH: …

HOOD: He’s got nothing to say because it’s true!

JONES: You don’t know that! WE don’t know that!

HOOD: Oh come on! Welsh has regretted selling off pieces of this company since the moment he did it!

JONES: I think it’s just paranoia!

THAD: This is where you talk.

WELSH: Thad, please believe me.

~Cy hands a handkerchief to Welsh as Thad stands from his seat. He slowly paces the ring as Welsh cleans himself up.

WELSH: I have not been conspiring against you. Doing that would be detrimental to OCW because there’s nothing stopping you from doing something drastic like shutting us down. Or worse yet, selling us to another promotion.

~Thad stops pacing and looks directly at Marcus.

THAD: OCW is not for sale.

It’s mine.

~He points toward the entrance way.

THAD: THEY’RE mine.

JONES: I hate it when he’s right.

HOOD: All of us in OCW live by his grace!

JONES: Jesus Christ.

~Thad retakes his seat across from Welsh.

THAD: I’m a giving man, Marcus. This is the part of tonight's proceedings where I give you the opportunity to prove to me that you can tow the line. This is the part Marcus, where you prove your loyalty to OCW and by OCW… I mean me.

WELSH: What would you have me do?

THAD: It’s really very simple. Tonight. Right now. You are going to announce to the world that OCW is terminating the contracts of anyone with the name Strader.

~Chicago boo’s loudly at the prospect of the literal backbone of OCW being terminated.

JONES: You have got to be kidding!

HOOD: YES! HAHAHAHAHA! I never thought I’d see the day but here we are! Thaddeus Duke has played his cards and is manufacturing the exit of the Strader’s from OCW!

~Thad flashes a smirk toward the booing OCW faithful. Welsh meanwhile, shakes his head.

WELSH: I won’t do it.

THAD: No?

~The sold out United Center pops big for Marcus Welsh’s denial.

WELSH: You can’t make me do that, Thad!

THAD: That’s where you’re wrong. I can make you do anything I want and there’s nothing and no one that can stop me. I can and will act autonomously and above reproach from this point forward. Those ungrateful assholes in the back have not even once thanked me for saving their pathetic fucking lives Marcus. Instead, they chose to hate me based on… based on what exactly?

WELSH: That’s you! It’s how you carry yourself! You ignore everything if it isn’t about you! You can’t blame…

THAD: What I do is none of your or their concern. I haven’t ignored a single thing as it pertains to OCW and our television product. Just because I don’t make public mention of something doesn’t mean I don’t pay attention.

It’s my job to pay attention.

It’s my job to analyze the highs and lows of our broadcasts. However, it’s not my job to sell things for them. That’s why we have an advertising team. It’s why we have broadcasters sitting at ringside.

Well, a broadcaster and Jones, anyway.

JONES: Ass.

WELSH: The Strader’s are central to OCW, Thad. You can’t make me fire them. Without the Strader’s, the entire roster falls apart. Morale drops. Thad…

THAD: The Strader’s are a fucking cancer to MY company. And we need to cure it.

WELSH: …

THAD: Lucky for you, I planned for your refusal to do what is asked of you.

~Thad looks up at Cy who grips Welsh by the back of his neck. Thad then pulls a rolled up stack of pages from inside his jacket and slams it down on the table.

THAD: This ends tonight, one of two ways Marcus. You either fire the Strader’s… or sign that contract.

~Welsh unrolls the contract in front of him and closes his eyes in disgust.

WELSH: If I sign this, there’s nothing stopping you from terminating them anyway.

THAD: I got news for you, there’s nothing stopping me from doing it whether you sign that or not. So Marcus, you fire them now. Or you sign that contract. I am a man of my word despite what people might think of me. I’m giving you my word that I will not terminate the Strader’s as long as you sign that contract.

HOOD: What’s in the contract!?

JONES: That’s the million dollar question, isn’t it?

THAD: Do you think I’ve been a bad owner?

~Welsh shakes his head.

THAD: THEN SIGN THE GODDAMN CONTRACT!

~Cy forces Welsh’s face first against the contract and the table.

JONES: Oh come on!

HOOD: I just thought of something.

JONES: It’s about time.

HOOD: Thad’s goal was never to fire the Strader’s! His goal was to put Welsh in an impossible predicament. One where he feels like he has no other choice. Thaddeus Duke’s end game here was getting Marcus Welsh to sign that contract!

~After a nod from his boss, Cy lets up on Marcus Welsh. He grips the back of his neck and rubs his face. Reluctantly, Welsh flips through the pages and finally signs his name before sliding the contract back to Thad. Welsh sits back against his chair in total defeat. Thad jumps up out of his chair triumphantly.

THAD: I am a man of my word, Marcus! The Strader’s can keep their jobs. But now that this contract is signed and I am the 90% owner of OCW…

JONES: WHAT!?

HOOD: YEEESSSSSSSSSS!

THAD: I hereby don’t give a fuck about your future endeavors. Marcus Welsh, you’re fired!

JONES: HOLY!

HOOD: SHIT!

THAD: Stay tuned ladies and gentlemen. Later tonight I plan to hold my own coronation as the King of all things OCW now that I’ve consolidated power. Until then, last week I sent a message to someone. I gave them a green light on Marcus Welsh… so without further adieu…

~The sound of “KINGDOM” by Jaxson Gamble fills the United Center as the fans leap up to their feet.

JONES: This just went from bad to worse!

HOOD: Is it Christmas already?! THE KING OF EVERYTHING HAS ARRIVED!!!

~The crowd unexpectedly cheers wildly as HOW Hall of Famer and current HOW LSD Champion Jace Parker Davidson appears out on stage. Jace is dressed casually and has the LSD Championship belt around his waist. He looks out at the crowd and soaks in the approval as Welsh looks like he’s going to be sick.

JONES: For those of you that didn’t tune in last night to HOW’s Dead or Alive PPV. Our own Bob Grenier took on HOW HOTv Champion Clay Byrd in a bull rope match. Marcus Welsh showed up to the event and tried to help Grenier secure the victory and the title but was ultimately chased literally out of town by Jace Parker Davidson.

HOOD: Welsh has been ducking JPD ever since screwing him out of the OCW Savage Championship belt at Truth or Consequences. And now Thaddeus Duke is serving up Marcus on a platter to the most hated man in OCW history!

~JPD extends his arms and begins to bow to the crowd here in Chicago as members of HOW EPU file out on stage behind the LSD Champion. Jace begins his journey down the ramp followed by ten different EPU members. He reaches out and slaps hands with the fans while continuing his slow walk to the ring. JPD makes his way up the steel ring steps followed by two members of the EPU. The other eight circle the ringside area as JPD enters the ring. The two EPU members follow as JPD walks over and stares down at Marcus Welsh.

JONES: Thaddeus Duke is the 90% owner of OCW and just fired Marcus Welsh and now not only is Marcus without a job but he might end up in the hospital thanks to the former OCW Savage Champion.

HOOD: Stop! I can only get but so erect right now! Just shut up and let me enjoy this…

JONES: You’re sick!

HOOD: No, I’m aroused!

~JPD reaches down with both hands and grabs Marcus by the collar of his shirt. Welsh flinches as JPD yanks him to his feet out of the chair. JPD looks Welsh up and down as the crowd waits with a hushed silence. Suddenly JPD lets go of Welsh’s collar then brushes off his shoulders. JPD straightens Welsh’s suit and then pats him on the back gently. JPD gestures towards the two EPU members inside of the ring as Welsh is completely puzzled. The EPU members hold the ropes open for the former OCW minority owner and allow him to leave the ring unharmed and escort him to the backstage area.

JONES: What just happened? Did Jace Parker Davidson just do something…. Nice?!

HOOD: Our King is a generous man, he has allowed Marcus Welsh to live to see another day!

~Welsh makes his way up the ramp still completely confused but relieved that he didn’t get his ass handed to him on top of getting terminated. Inside of the ring JPD requests a microphone of his own as Thaddeus Duke doesn’t look too pleased at all. JPD gestures of Thad to take a seat as he sits down in the chair once occupied by Welsh.

DAVIDSON: Did I just let Marcus Welsh leave the United Center unharmed? Weird, right?

~Thaddeus doesn’t respond but he does take a seat across from JPD.

DAVIDSON: I’ll get to that in a moment but there is something I need to do first…

~JPD turns his head to look out at the crowd.

DAVIDSON: Hello Chicago!!!!

~The crowd cheers wildly as JPD waves his arms into the air hyping them up. After a few moments the crowd quiets down and JPD focuses his attention on Thaddeus. JPD reaches into his pocket with his free hand and pulls out his phone before showing it to the 90% owner of OCW.

DAVIDSON: That’s you, right? I got the message and let me tell you I was chomping at the bit at the prospect of beating the ever loving shit out of Marcus Welsh. Especially after last night in Tombstone but then I remembered I don’t give a shit about Clay Byrd or any of The Highwaymen. So, regardless of what I just did here a second ago I want to thank you Thaddeus Duke.

~JPD takes a moment to put his phone away.

DAVIDSON: And congratulations on becoming 90% owner of OCW. That’s a hell of a thing you managed to pull off. But honestly, I would have preferred it if you just fired all of the Straders. That’s neither here nor there but you Mr. Duke… I like a lot of things you have done and want to do with OCW. We are sort of cut from the very same mold and we both detest the whiny, soft, entitled nature of a majority of the OCW roster. I could see a very mutually benefitting partnership between you and I…

~JPD’s voice lingered for a moment as he leaned back in his chair.

DAVIDSON: But then you went and did something stupid.

~The crowd pops for a moment. Cyrus steps a step forward towards JPD but Thaddeus holds out his arm to keep his big man from making a move.

DAVIDSON: See last week you made a very theatrical performance where you opened the gates to High Octane Wrestling. Very well done, I can see why you’re a movie star and own your own production company or whatever it is that you do in your spare time. And I 100% agree that the OCW roster brought this upon themselves. Those that deny change, that refuse to evolve with the times should be rightfully punished but here’s the thing twinkle toes…

~JPD kicks his feet up onto the desk.

DAVIDSON: You didn’t have to open the gates to High Octane Wrestling because High Octane Wrestling was already here!

~JPD pats the LSD Championship belt around his waist as the crowd begins to chant.

CROWD: JPD! JPD! JPD! JPD! JPD!

DAVIDSON: I know you’re a cranky little guy because no one appreciates that you saved them from some island or something but see I wasn’t on that island Thad. And Marcus Welsh? He’s a fucking idiot no doubt but he was an fucking idiot that signed me to my contract. He was a fucking idiot that could be reigned in and lead like a lamb to slaughter. But you? You’re smarter than that, aren’t you?

~Thaddeus begins saying something to JPD that isn’t quite picked up by his microphone.

DAVIDSON: I was all on board with this entire thing. Seemed like a good deal but then you had to invoke the name High Octane Wrestling. You had to come here to Chicago of all places…

~Another pop from the crowd.

DAVIDSON: And slap your dick onto the table. You became the unquestioned owner of OCW and I have a problem with that. Chicago is HOW territory if you didn’t know that Thad. The Best Arena is right around the corner and if anyone is going to make a power move… if anyone is going to slap their dick onto the table it's going to be me.

~Thaddeus goes to get up from his seat but JPD motions for him to sit back down.

DAVIDSON: I’ll make it simple for you Thad. You see, I just don’t want MY OCW Savage Championship belt. I just don’t want the OCW World Tag Team Championship belts. And I just don’t want the OCW Championship belt. I. WANT. OCW!

JONES: WHAT?!?!

HOOD: THIS IS UNPRECEDENTED!!!

~Thaddeus shoots up to his feet in anger but JPD does the exact same thing and the two men meet face to face in the center of the ring.

DAVIDSON: Your little power grab here is cute and all but as a member of The Board, as the leading man when it comes to PWA talent. I came to OCW not to just win titles and be a part of the ‘gang’ backstage. I came here to plant the HOW flag and take complete control of this company. With the GOD of HOW backing me I’m going to do just that. So, consider me as your competition Thaddeus and enjoy your rule over this place while it lasts. So have your coronation and your celebration. Run amuck while you can… because time is ticking away.

~JPD turns to walk away from Thad but stops and turns his head to look back at the 90% owner.

DAVIDSON: Oh, and by the way if you think about firing me? You can’t. I signed a PWA contract and since Marcus and yourself agreed to put OCW under the PWA umbrella I have an iron clad status in this company. I was a part of the problem before Thad, but now? High Octane Wrestling and yours truly are the WHOLE GODDAMN PROBLEM!

~JPD drops the microphone then exits the ring as the crowd cheers wildly.

JONES: First Thaddeus gets Welsh to sign over his shares of the company to him and now JPD wants to take OCW as a whole in the name of HOW?! I knew this was a bad idea!

~Thad looks on at Davidson leaving ringside. A smirk appears on his face.

HOOD: What a way to kick off this show! Welsh has been fired and now Thaddeus Duke and Jace Parker Davidson are going to war over control of this company.

JONES: And Thad is… smiling!?

HOOD: Classic OCW, baby!

JONES: I don't know where this is leading but the end result can't be great. You have to wonder what the backbone of this place thinks. What the ROSTER thinks of all this?

HOOD: I think it's pretty clear Thad doesn't give a fuck.

JONES: Well, if there's one thing you can say about the OCW diehards, it's that they won't go down without a fight. They won't be silenced or suppressed. We'll see what ramifications all of this brings in due time, I'm sure. Well fans, we're off to a shocking start...let's take a quick commercial break and when we return...A MYSTERY MAN is in action!

~JPD celebrates with a couple of fans at ringside before he and the other members of the EPU head backstage. We cut to commercial~

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Singles Match
Mystery Person (0-0) vs. Vortex (0-3)

Jones: Ladies and gentlemen we throw it down tom belvedere with the introductions to our first match of the evening.

Belvedere: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, already in the ring. One half of Tornado Alley… VORTEX.

~ Vortex taunts to the crowd… with no reaction~

Belvedere: And… his opponent.

OLÉ OLÉ OLÉ OLÉÉÉ OOLÉÉ OLÉ.

~Ole By the “Bouncing Souls” starts to play over the loudspeaker, it's not a theme that the faithful are used too~

Hood: What the fuck is going on?

Jones: Why it must be a debut, Hood, what a great time to be an OCW fan.

~The competitor reveals himself from behind the curtain. A Luchador with a red and black mask… and a cape?~

Hood: Capes are for nerds!

Jones: What if he's a hero Hood?

Hood: Fuck batman.

~The mysterious luchador skips he way down the ring to a… modest reaction, everybody seems to be intrigued by the wrestler… but not excited. He jumps up into the top turnbuckle, pointing a single finger in the air, he hops into the ring and whispers something into Belvederes ear, he laughs~

Jones: I wonder whats so funny?

Hood: I think… I think I just figured it out.

Belvedere: From… The streets of Bernal Mexico… HE IS THE GREATEST LUCHADOR IN THE UNIVERSE… EL WESTON ALEXANDERSON.

~The crowd, now understanding what's going on, cheer loudly for the “New” competitor~

Hood: Oh fuck me with a-

Jones: The greatest? Well this kids got some shoes to fill.

Hood: No you dumbass thats-

Jones: A young and hungry world champion in the making? I don't know Hood that's some high expectation.

Hood: Are you being serious right now?!

Jones: Hood… I'm a professional.

Hood: You're a dumbass.

~Gruff checks on both competitors before calling for the time keeper to…~

Gruff: RING THE BELL.

~Weston starts clapping slowly allowing the crowd to get into it before locking up with vortex, Vortex locks in a side headlock and pushes Weston into a corner, Gruff comes over for a clean break~

Gruff: 1… 2… 3… 4… ALRIGHT OUT OF THE CORNER.

~They break, clean as a whistle and reset in the middle of the ring. Another tie up goes to Weston this time as he wraps around Vortexes back, The muchador lifts him straight up and drops him down on his face, the crowd cheer as El Weston flexes his muscles very cartoonishly. Vortex slaps the mat as they reset once more, they look to tie up, but Weston SMASHS vortex with a forearm shiver~

Jones: Big strike From El Weston there.

Hood: Its only a matter of time before he comes out.

Jones: Who Hood?

Hood: Fuckin Thad, i mean he has to have figured it out right.

Jones: Thads a busy man he is probably distracted.

~Weston whips Vortex into the ropes as he chases with a huge dropkick that rocks Vortex. Another whip into the ropes is followed by a Japanese arm drag. Weston points in the air~

Jones: Easton’s calling for the end.

Hood: So you knew?

Jones: Oh the whole time man.

Hood: OKAY… I thought you were more stupider than me.

~The attention turns back to the ring, El Weston is climbing to the top rope, Vortex is down and out. Weston shakes and shimmies his shoulders, and leaps off the ropes with a HUGE elbow drop~

Jones: This could be the end for Vortex

Hood: This ones over.

~Weston covers, gruff drops down~

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Kick Out from vortex.

~Weston wastes no time, pulling him into powerbomb position and underhooking the arms. He looks right into the hard camera, and lets go of Vortex stepping back and launching a SUPERKICK right into Vortex’s face!~

Jones: Weve seen this before

~He covers and Gruff drops down again~

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Belvedere: The winner of this match… EL WESTON ALEXANDERSON!!!!!

~Weston quickly runs up the ramp to the backstage area~

Jones: Well… that was fun.

Hood: The kids got hearts… but that's about it.

Jones: You think he makes it out of the building alive?

Hood: Not a chance!

Jones: He’s poking a very agitated bear, that’s for sure.

Hood: Lion! He's poking a LION!

Jones: Right. No doubt this is going to continue as the night unfolds. In the meantime, let’s head backstage!

~ The camera fades backstage and you see Outcast backstage trying to get in the right frame of mind before his battle with Victoria Strader. The locker room door swings open and in walks “The Distinguished” CJ O’Donnell. Outcast immediately stands up… ~

CJ O’Donnell: Easy Outcast I am not here to fight. I came here to see how you are doing? PTSD got in a few good licks on you. Also wanted to let you know that The Paramount will be watching your back just in case they try to pull some funny business again tonight in your match with Victoria…

Outcast: Eh, I've taken worse beatings and came back for me. I appreciate the offer, but I'm not really a pack animal. My experiences in the past with people have made me more of a lone wolf.

CJ O’Donnell: I respect that Outcast I really do. A man who prides himself in fighting his own battles. It is heroic. It shows you have a lot of fight left in you. Just remember that the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

Outcast: Ha, not had many friends in my life. Plenty of enemies though.

CJ O’Donnell: Well I’ll show you tonight that you can count on The Paramount watching your back.

~We cut back to Jones and Hood~

Jones: Outcast was attacked last week by Paramount in the main event resulting in a DQ during the Ultimate Bong Match.

Hood: Most shocking aspect of all that was that DQs are more likely to occur in an ULTIMATE BONG MATCH than a standard match around these parts.

Jones: Hey, classic OCW, baby.

Hood: But, yea, he got his ass handed to him by PTSD.

Jones: And CJ, never one to miss an opportunity, watched what went down and is seeking to gain from it. Outcast would, without a doubt, be the biggest acquisition ANY stable in OCW could obtain. If Paramount gains his services, look out!

Hood: He says he’s a lone wolf. Which is cool...but if everyone else is running in herds, you’d better link up or you’ll get destroyed.

Jones: Yep. Alright folks, let’s take another commercial break. More Massacre action when we return!

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~We find ourselves in the backstage area where Duce and Byson are in mid discussion~

Duce Jones: I'm tellin' ya bruh, somethin' was off last week an' I fo' one ain't happy bout it! I thank it's this way..

~The two now identical twin brothers shift their way through the back corridors of the United Center in search of their destination~

Duce Jones: You'd thank as many times that I've been in this muthafucka.. I'd kno' where t'hell I was goin'..

Byson Kaliban: I hope that it's some time soon because this place is too enormous to just be wandering around.

Duce Jones: Trust me bruh, I got us an' I'm gonna get down t'tha bottom'a all this shit.

~After turning down a hallway, the Sons of Krayzie now approach a door with a huge name plate plastered on it that reads.. 'THADDEUS DUKE'. They both stand outside of the door, simply looking at the nameplate~

Byson Kaliban: Are you sure this is the right move to go with? I know that BRIM isn't gonna be too happy that we're meeting with Duke.

Duce Jones: I already talked it out with him, he knows why we're here but I honestly don't kno' why Duke would want t'personally meet up.

Byson Kaliban: Well hopefully we'll get our situation handled and see what he's talking about.

Duce Jones: Fa sho..

~With a confident nod, Duce knocks on the door of the majority owner before the scene fades out ~

Jones: Duce and Byson looking to work something out with the now 90% owner of OCW, Thaddeus Duke.

Hood: Big night for those guys last week when they knocked off The Influence.

Jones: Yep. The Sons of Krayzie are primed to go on a run. Major assets in OCW. Alright folks, speaking of 'assets'...a foreign asset is about to step foot inside the OCW ring. Scott Stevens is taking on the Lobster Mobster and it's next!

Singles Match
Scott Stevens (0-0) vs. Lobster Mobster (0-4)

~The Lobster Mobster is already in the ring bitching and complaining about a local shopkeeper out in Maine that owes him money for protection. He looks extremely threatening, or, well, as threatening as a giant lobster wearing a fedora can look~

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Currently in the ring, The Lobster Mobster!

~The Lobster Mobster swings his tommy gun around and holds it high in the air. The fans give a mixed reaction~

Jones: Lobster Mobster as ornery as always.

Hood: It’s tough, man. Having to hold down his surf and turf without the proper funding. Those businesses has better pay him what he’s owed OR ELSE.

Jones: Right.

Belvedere: And, his opponent…

~The lights in the arena go pitch black, as red lasers and spotlights light up the area as a guitar begins~

♫ “God Was Never On Your Side” by Motorhead♫

~The video screen lights up and static appears before silhouettes fill the screen as the arena is polluted in jeers. The crowd knows who is about to walk out and they are letting him know it by chanting his favorite chant as the silhouettes come together to form a white mask as red letters slowly appear and form a message and that message reads in bold, capitalized letters… SCOTT STEVENS~

Belvedere: Now coming to the ring, from The Great State of Texas……………

The wait is finally over as a spotlight shines towards the top of the entrance ramp and Scott Stevens appears from behind the curtain wearing black suit and the ominous white mask. As Stevens makes his way down the ramp he is focused on what is in front of him and ignores the vocal bashers.

Belvedere: Weighing in at 256 pounds…he is….SCOTT! STEEEEEEEVEEEEEEEENS!

~Stevens slowly makes his way around the ring until he reaches the nearest set of ring steps and proceeds to enter the ring. Once inside, Stevens goes to the nearest corner and ascends the ropes; looking out amongst the crowd. He drops to the canvas as a loud chant erupts from the crowd~

“FUCK YOU, STEVENS!” Clap x5

~The Texan shows no emotion as he stretches out on the ropes waiting for the bell to ring. Belvedere exits and the bell sounds~

Jones: Scott Stevens back in action. Here in large part due to OCW’s allegiance under the PWA network.

Hood: Yea man, Stevens was around back in 2019...he had that brutal match with Lurrr at Redacted.

Jones: That he did. These days he seems to be spreading some sort of gospel. The gospel of Lee Best.

Hood: Sounds like heresy to me!

~The Lobster Mobster heads Stevens way. He’s still carrying his stupid Tommy Gun. We all pretty much assume this thing is fake...why else would it be allowed in the ring. The Mobster pokes it in Stevens chest and talks all big and bad. Stevens rips the gun from him and he breaks it in half over his knee, tossing the severed weapon out of the ring. The Mobster freezes...he leans back and is greeted with a lariat, sending him to the mat~

Jones: Yep, suspicions confirmed.

Hood: We can’t just jump to that conclusion, Jones! That could’ve been a real gun...real metal. Stevens may be so inspired with Bestism or whatever he’s calling that religion that he’s able to do things mere mortals cannot.

Jones: I doubt that.

~Stevens reaches down and grabs a handful of the Lobster Mobster, yanking him to his feet. He spins him around and grabs the crustacean by the head, bending him backwards. With his head hooked, Stevens looks into the camera and shouts out some of his religious babble before dropping the Mobster with a Scorpion Death Drop!! The Lobster Mobster is on his back, out~

Jones: Another short, disappointing evening for the Lobster Mobster.

Hood: You one of his scorned lovers or something?

Jones: Of course not!

Hood: One of his gumars?

Jones: NO

~Stevens is already back on his feet. He kicks Mobster in the back, violently, sending him onto his side. Stevens drops to the mat and he suddenly latches his body onto The Lobster Mobster applying a Rear Naked Choke with Body Scissors! He’s got his signature submission, Goodnight Sweet Prince applied!!! The Lobster Mobster barely moves before his giant pinches hit the mat. Scruff sees that he’s out...he calls for the bell. It rings. The fans boo~

Belvedere: Here is your winner...SCOTT STEVENS!!!!!

Jones: Stevens makes short work of the Lobster Mobster.

Hood: No shock there. Last time we saw Stevens he was wearing a mask. Now he’s preaching religious rantings.

Jones: The man’s always got some type of trick up his sleeve.

~Stevens lets Lobster go and returns to his feet. As Scott Stevens celebrates his win, he calls for a microphone and once it's placed in his hand he hits it to make sure it is on.~

Scott Stevens: This is what happens when you don't accept 97 Red into your life and acknowledge our GOD, Lee Best, as your wrestling savior.

~The crowd boos the Texan and some throw garbage into the ring~

Scott Stevens: This trash being thrown in this ring represents all non-believers of the House of Best and everyone in OCW.

~The jeers intensify as the chant begins to chant Stevens loves to hear~

Crowd: FUCK YOU STEVENS! FUCK YOU STEVENS! FUCK YOU STEVENS!

~A smirk crosses the Texan's face as he just chuckles~

Scott Stevens: Until I get an answer to my challenge this is only the beginning.

~Stevens proclaims has he throws down the mic is about to exit the ring when his theme music is abruptly shut off. After a few seconds of silence, Stevens looks at the audience confused. He shakes his head in disappointment expecting a challenger. The arena goes dark. That's when the guitar slow build of the song "Level" by The Raconteurs starts to play. On the OCW Video Screen we see letters slowly appear.

H.

O.

O.

T.

~Alice Knight's theme music finally plays throughout the building as many of the audience rise to their feet and begin cheering. A loud "HOOT" chant begins to build from the crowd. Scott Stevens looks at the entrance way with glee on his face. Alice Knight finally comes out to a big ovation. She stands at the top of the entrance way throwing out OWL IS NIGHT CHUNKY MUSTARD packets to some kids in the crowd. She smiles looking over the crowd holding a microphone as the building shakes with stomps, applause and HOOTS. She lets this moment sink in for a few more seconds before speaking~

Alice Knight: So are you the one that calls himself The Pope of the House of Best? Ha! More like The DOPE of the House of Best if you ask me, am I right my hooters???

~Alice cups her ear with her hand reacting to the crowd cheering and hooting loudly~

Alice Knight: Oh, Scott. That's what we call a JOKE around here! A joke? It's what the OCW Universe and roster think of the H.O.W. boys running amuck around here lately.

~Crowd cheers while Alice smiles looking at Scott from a distance. Scott looks in her direction smirking~

Alice Knight: So a little bird told me that you're looking for a match at OCW's Margarita Mix pay per view event huh? And while I love OCW I am not surprised anyone back here hasn't accepted your challenge. Between you and me Scotty, there are some cowards roaming around. You were right about that. But this little birdie also told me a few other things also. It told me things like 'Who will stop these idiot H.O.W. dweebs?' and 'Who will step up to ol' Tex. Scott Stevens' challenge...?' and finally more importantly things like 'When is our OWL Queen 'Alice Knight' returning to the ring?' Yea? This birdie was a wee bit of a gabber-mouth but it made some good points. So if you haven't put the puzzle pieces together yet, Dopey. I, ALICE KNIGHT, will take you up on this challenge of yours at MARGARITA MIX!!

~Alice Knight lowers the microphone as the crowd cheers and hoots even louder as Scott Stevens nods in approval glaring in Alice's direction. Alice returns the stare with a wink in his direction. Stevens reaches down and picks up the microphone~

Scott Stevens: Alice Knight, a bonafide OCW Hall of Famer which means you are head and shoulders better than half of these heathens that claim greatness, but don't want to back it up. That means you are a worthy opponent of my time and our GOD's time because The Pope of the House of Best. The Demi-God of HOW doesn't settle for lesser birds you associate with.

~The crowd boos and Stevens smirks~

Scott Stevens: One more thing pretty bird. The last time I was in this company I faced another Hall of Famer and it appears he isn't around anymore. You're welcome.

~Stevens motions and mouths to Alice he's the reason Lurrr isn't here anymore~

Scott Stevens: So think long and hard Alice before diving into the deep end with me because it may very well be your last.

~Stevens threatens before dropping the mic and his music hits~

Jones: Alice Knight taking on Scott Stevens at the Margarita Mix?!

Hood: I'm down. As Stevens said, he pretty much ran Lurrr out of here. Let's see him do the same to Alice! Let's go!

Jones: I don't know if I agree with that narrative. But Stevens WAS Lurrr's last match in OCW, that's true. Either way, if we get Alice and Stevens at the MIX...that's a HUGE match!

Hood: No doubt.

Jones: Alright fans, let's cut backstage.

~We open on Crash Rodriguez as he pats his son’s back, putting the small boy to sleep. He slowly leans over, putting the boy in his car seat, as other members of the OCW roster shuffle around them. Suddenly the door to the locker room slams open~

Lou: “KID! YOU GOTTA COME SEE THIS! I CRACKED THE CASE!”

Crash: “What case? What are you on about, Lou?”

Lou: “It’ll be easier to show you, c’mon follow me.”

~Crash shakes his head as his representation runs off. Bob G passes by with a joint in his mouth as Crash taps his shoulder~

Crash: “Hey Bob, you busy?

Grenier: "Not really."

Crash: "Awesome, mind watching the boy?”

Grenier: “No problem, but I’m not putting my smoke out. This is some top tier shit.”

Crash: “That’s fine, just don’t blow it in his face, alright? I’ll be back.”

~Crash heads out the locker room and into the corridors, following a giddy and self-impressed Lou. They round a few corners and step their way down the hall~

Crash: “Are we there yet?”

Lou: “We’re close.”

Crash: “Lou, this better be good. I just got Bash to sle-”

Lou: “We’re here”

~Lou motions Crash towards their destination, a rather small janitor’s closet. Crash raises an eyebrow~

Crash: “You wanted to show me this? A room full of cleaning supplies? Lou, stop wasting my time.”

Lou: “No! Just, please trust me.”

~Lou opens the door revealing the room is stripped bare of it’s previous contents, and instead it’s walls are plastered with pictures of Helena Handbasket, news articles and red yarn creating a web between the contents~

Crash: “Holy shit…”

Lou: “Right! It’s fucking nuts! I can't believe it myself!”

Crash: “Lou, you can’t just stalk people man! Plus I thought you were into moms? Does Helena even have a kid?”

Lou: “Wait, what? NO! It’s not like that, look man. I’ve been at this all week, trying to find any dirt I could on them, and look I finally did. Here, look right there, you see that?”

~Lou points at a photo on the wall, tapping at it as his client leans in for a closer look~

Lou: “There’s two of em! There’s fucking two of em!”

Crash: “I think that’s just a reflection off the mirror, man.”

Lou: “See, I thought so too, but look closely.”

Crash: “I don’t have time for this.”

~The Crooked Man goes to turn away, but Lou grabs his arm, keeping him in the broom closet~

Lou: “I’m not fucking crazy man. I’ve been at this non stop all week. I mean look here, even transcribed some quotes. Notice how she says ‘that part of me’ and such? She’s referring to the other her! There’s two of em! Maybe some kind of patented cloning technology is at play.”

Crash: “Clones? You think she cloned herself? Ok, first off, say you’re right and there is two of her. Why would it be cloning and not twin magic?”

Lou: “Whatever the case may be, the point is that there is more than one Helena!”

Crash: “Lou! I don’t have time for this. I got a kid to take care of, on top of preparing for next week's MIX match and a title defense. I don’t need you distracting me with whatever this shit is.”

Lou: “Alright, fine, can you do me one favor though?”

Crash: “What?”

Lou: “Can you take that box to the car?”

~Crash looks over to the corner Pohl’s pointing at and bends to grab it. He starts looking over the contents of the box, some yard, unused photos, VHS tapes~

Crash: “Jesus, you even got tapes for this shit? You need to relax.”

Lou: “Huh? Oh, no, those tapes are to help me relax if you know what I mean.”

~Lou winks at Crash, who in turns reads some of the VHS’ tapes~

Crash: “Put It Where It Doesn't Belong, My Pipes Need Cleaning, Ass-Worshiping Rim-Jobbers… JESUS FUCK! Lou, what the absolute fuck!?”

Lou: “I’ve been at this investigation for an entire week, besides, these will be highly sought after by collectors. Just take the box to the car, ok?”

~Crash picks up the box and heads out of the room leaving Lou alone in his improvised conspiracy room~

~Helena Handbasket is chilling, snooping around the local dumpsters around the arena. Sometimes there are good finds in the less accessible to the audience areas of the place. The blond comes up to the dumpster labeled *Equipment only* and hoists herself in~

Helena: Oi, there’s a box of VHS’s in here!

~The blond levers herself down, kicking her feet and struggling with lifting the large cardboard box of VHS tapes out of the dumpster~

Helena: Let’s see what we’ve got here.

~Setting the box on the ground, she began pawing through it haphazardly~

Helena: Aaannndddd it’s all porn. Just all the porn. Milf Hunters historical edition. Milf hunters 4 extraterrestrial edition. The Bare Bitch Project. How I Wet Your Mother. Battle at Banger Hill. The fur Musket. Sploosh of the Elder Swear. Yyyeeaaahhhh. I can hear the 70’s soundtracks already. Oh well, might as well take em. Weird old collectors pay a mint for this vintage original junk, especially the porn.

~Picking up the box again, Helena frowned. Shit, better find somewhere to stash this until I get it to the car. Helena shoulders the box and went walking from the parking lot into the arena. Down the hallway she bumped into a wall that jimmied the box out of her hands. The box went flying and Helena scrambled after it, she huffed, but quickly began packing tapes back into the box. God forbid anybody thought this was her stuff~

~After a moment, a tape with a homemade label on it caught her eye and she turned it over, blinking at it~

Helena:...What?,.,..Evidence of my brilliant schemes? Definitely not a tape by Lou Pohl, for use later?

~Helena squinted at the tape and shook her head, putting the box against her hip to hold the tape in question in her hand. She gives a whistle and the camera pans over to the Lobster Mobster, smoking a cigarette and chilling with a beer in the other claw. He’s wincing, still in pain from the quick but brutal beat down Stevens gave him moments earlier. The tobacco and alcohol helping to soothe his ailments~

Helena: Oi! Lobsty-Don, you know of anywhere that has a VHS player around here?

~The Lobster Mobster thinks for a moment and points his claw down the hall, before giving a few directions with it. Helena nods along~

Helena: Thanks LobMob. I figured if anyone would know.

~Helena gives a two fingered salute, and wonders off down the hall. She comes a closet that says “Dirtbag Kid’s video.” on the door. Helena just laughs and rolls her eyes, she jimmied the lock on the door with a handheld kit and a shoves the door open~

Helena: Go figure it’s the Kid’s place. Alright, let’s just pop this in.

~True to Lobster Mobsters not words, there was a tape player on a school frame and old VHS player sitting on the cupboard. Helena popped the tape in, hit play, then hit fast foreward~

Helena: A lot of Lou talkin to himself…A ton of that…Wait were those LOU’S porn? Oh I’m goin to sell those back at extortionist prices…Wait..He stopped….OMG is he hittin himself? No, not like that. Liker, actually fis-Phrasin, like boppin himself on the bonce, and slammin into a locker…And…Wait. This is. This is when he tried to get Tamika done up for assault ain’t it?

~Helena quickly reached forward and hit stop and eject, pulling the tape out and burying it inside the box at her hip~

Helena: Shit. I mean…We got him, but like…Mmm. No. I got a plan. Goin to hang onto this. For sure. Alright, we’ll stash em and get to the locker rooms. You know, swap gear, all that jazz.

~Helena stuffs the box under Kids boombox and blocks it in with various CD albums and cases of surge, before re-locking and shutting the door, checking around, and slinking off~

Jones: Uh oh. It looks like Helena has some dirt on Lou.

Hood: Everybody's got dirt on Lou. He's a dirty old man.

Jones: That might come in handy, especially considering Helena is challenging Crash for the Craze Title next week!

Hood: Nah, Lou will figure something out.

Jones: Alright fans, we're going to take a quick commercial break. We'll be right back!

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Belvedere: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, he’s every 90’s mother’s worst nightmare… THE DIRT BAG KID!!!

~”What ‘Chu Lookin’ At?” by Uncle Kracker begins to blast throughout the arena as DBK comes out onto the stage, strutting like only he can. He makes lots of hand gestures, crotch chops, and other classic 90’s moves trying to excite the fans. As the song begins to crescendo, he reaches his hands into both pockets, pulls out handfuls of crushed Doritos, and throws them into the air like Lebron James’ pregame chalk routine. He then runs to the ring, sticking his tongue between two fingers at a 20 something woman who surprisingly doesn’t look repulsed. She likely has daddy issues. He then makes a motion for her to call him before entering the ring. Lots more crotch chops ensue, as does an impromptu humping of the turnbuckle.~

Jones: I thought this match was cancelled?

Hood: Fuckin Leo. Needs to get his facts straight.

Jones: Well, maybe Storm showed up a little late...in any event, I guess we’re going to get Storm against the Dirtbag Kid afterall!

Hood: It’s an OCW miracle!

Jones: DBK is here and looks fired up for his contest tonight against Mark Storm.

Hood: That turnbuckle will never be the same.

Jones: We’ll have the ring crew disinfect it after the match.

~DBK begins a back and forth “Wazzzzzzup?” with the ringside fans.~

Belvedere: And his opponent…

~Before Belvedere can continue, “Raise Your Hands” by Bon Jovi begins blasting throughout the arena. The fans leap to their feet in excitement as the name “PIC” appears on the OCW tron.~

Jones: It’s PIC!!!!!!! The OCW Savage Champion is here!!!

Hood: With some new entrance music. This song is a banger.

Jones: You know that’s right.

~The crowd begins to dance and sing along as PIC runs out onto the ramp wearing the OCW Savage Championship belt around his waist.~

You, you got a nasty reputation
We're in a sticky situation
It's down to me and you
So tell me, is it true?
They say there ain't nobody better
Well, now that we're together
Show me what you can do
You're under the gun, out on the run
Gonna set the night on fire
Out on the run, under the gun
Playin' to win

RAISE YOUR HANDS! when you wanna let it go
RAISE YOUR HANDS! when you wanna let a feeling show
RAISE YOUR HANDS! from new york to chicago
RAISE YOUR HANDS! new jersey to tokyo

WOOOOOAAAAAHHHH!!!!

RAISE YOUR HANDS!

~PIC joins them in singing the verse, then thrusts his first in the air as the first "Raise Your Hands" hits. He then sprints to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and into the middle of the ring, where he drops to one knee and gives a double gun salute. He hops up onto the turnbuckle and basks in the ovation from the fans. He’s all smiles tonight. DBK stands in the corner opposite of him, warming up by doing some random kicks and punches into the air. As PIC hops down from the turnbuckle, he asks for a microphone. DBK looks ready for a fight, but PIC reaches a hand out and tells him to stand down.~

PIC: How you doin’ Chicago? Has this been an EPIC Summer or what!?

~The crowd goes ballistic. He drops the microphone to his side and takes it all in. The crowd begins chanting “EPIC Summer… Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap”. PIC is all smiles.~

PIC: It is SOOOOO good to be back here in the windy city, but more importantly, it’s so great to be back in an OCW ring to represent you all as the OCW SAVAGE CHAMPION!!!

~The crowd again belts out chants and applause for PIC.~

Hood: PIC, Amick, or whatever he wants to go by today sure hasn’t forgotten how to pander to the fans.

Jones: He wants them to share in the title win, Hood. It’s his first live appearance since winning the belt against JPD at Truth or Consequences.

PIC: I have it on good authority that Mark Storm didn’t make it to the building tonight for his match tonight.

~Some members of the crowd seem relatively disappointed. Many forgot Storm even works here. DBK just looks confused.~

PIC: And that means, unfortunately for you DBK, your match has been canceled.

~DBK begins shouting obscenities at PIC and the fans at ringside. He kicks the bottom turnbuckle a few times and flips PIC off with both hands.~

PIC: I know that’s not the news you wanted to hear, and quite frankly I hate it for you. But I do have something special for you if you will indulge me while I address the OCW faithful for a moment.

~DBK seems unsure but is willing to hear PIC out for free stuff.~

PIC: Ladies and gentlemen, just two short weeks ago you tuned in to what some in the industry are calling the greatest PPV in OCW’s history at Truth or Consequences.

~The crowd cheers.~

PIC: You saw Crash Rodriguez win the Craze Title. Killa Kali bring home the OCW World Title. And, oh yeah… you saw the OCW Savage Championship be won by me, the…

~The crowd joins him in saying “P.I.C.”~

Hood: Wow these people are fast learners. It’s the first time any of them have seen him with his mask off.

Jones: Not true, Hood. Many of the crowd has likely seen him in past federations like ICWF, GCWA, or IEW. PIC’s a decorated wrestler who’s won multiple accolades and championships over the years. Today’s die hard wrestler gets to take advantage of streaming services to watch all the great stuff from the past as well as the present.

PIC: I joined you all last week via satellite and told you I had a minor injury that would force me out of action until August 22nd. Things are progressing nicely and I hope to be ready to go next week. In the meantime, I’m here for two reasons tonight, and the first is to address an issue that has been bothering me for a while but has come to a boiling point in the last two weeks… and that is the issue between Easton Alexander and Thaddeus Duke.

~The crowd erupts in boos at the mention of the OCW majority owner’s name.~

PIC: Now I don’t have a problem with Thad like some others do. Some things, not many… but some things have actually been better since he arrived.

~The crowd does not like that statement.~

PIC: Simmer down, simmer down. What I’m saying is I personally don’t have a beef with Thad, but after what has happened the last few weeks, I can’t be silent about the Easton Alexander situation any longer.

~PIC gets the crowd back in his corner over their love of Easton.~

Jones: PIC is referring to the escalating feud between Easton and Thad that culminated last week with Easton’s indefinite suspension and the events that transpired earlier this evening.

~PIC continues.~

PIC: The issue Thad has with Easton is some petty nonsense I wouldn’t at all expect from the CEO of a multi-million dollar organization. Regardless of what has transpired between the two, suspending Easton was wrong, period. He’s a friend, he’s an integral part of this roster, and most importantly, he’s the number one contender to my Savage Title. His suspension has deprived the fans of the rematch they’ve been wanting to see for several weeks. Easton has earned the right to fight for this title. If Duke was half the man he claims to be, he’d reinstate Easton effective immediately and book the title match NOW!

~The crowd cheers. An “Easton” chant breaks out across the arena.~

Jones: PIC with some strong words about the situation between Thaddeus Duke and Easton.

Hood: He’s poking the bull if you ask me. And he may not like the bull’s response.

~PIC turns his attention to DBK.~

PIC: Now, on a much lighter note… DBK. I wanted to come out here and personally thank you for your participation at Truth or Consequences, and as a token of my appreciation…

~PIC drops the microphone and motions toward the time keeper who reaches into a cooler and pulls out cans of SURGE! DBK starts panting like a dog in the ring as the crowd eats it up. The cans start flying toward PIC. He catches three of them, hands two to DBK, then motions for more. He catches another two and the two pop a can open and begin chugging in the ring.~

Jones: PIC has given DBK the gift of SURGE!!!

Hood: These idiots are eating this stuff up.

~DBK pours two cans of SURGE all over himself as barely any actually makes it down his throat. PIC motions for more cans to be thrown his way and hands them to DBK. The two toast the SURGE in the middle of the ring and begin chugging once again. DBK holds two cans in the air and spins toward the crowd with his tongue out. As he turns back around, PIC hoists him up onto his shoulders and releases DBK’s legs out, spinning 360 degrees and dropping him with a stunner. SURGE shoots out of DBK’s mouth and onto the crowd in the front two rows to the sheer delight of everyone in the arena.~

Jones: THE SHOWSTOPPA!!!

~“P.I.C.” chant breaks out as PIC just smiles in the ring. He removes his Savage Championship and holds it high in the air. “Raise Your Hands” kicks in at the chorus as the scene slowly fades out.~

~We return to the OCW Roster’s locker room, as we find a peacefully sleeping Bob Grenier, a blunt hanging from his lips. On the floor next to him is the young Bash Rodriguez as he claps his little hands together babbling~

Bash: "Dadadadada, blagaaaaaaa!"

~As our hearts warm from the adorable child, he starts to climb to his feet using Bob for support, but the stoned sleeper remains asleep. Bash looks around the room, before shimmying along the bench, towards the exit. The door opens as Ball Ball bursts into the room, causing Bash to fall to his hands and knees~

Ball: “Goons! Has anybody seen Goon 45? Ball Ball needs to speak to Goon 45 about that mysterious stranger!”

~Unburdened, the child starts making his way out through the open door and into the halls. As his limbs patter along the floor, a smell catches his nose and he makes his way around the corner, using the wall to return to his feet. He shimmies for a bit, before finally walking. His steps are janky and clumsy, but he keeps himself steady with one hand on the wall~

Bash: “Gabababa bbbbrrrrr”

~As he continues on his journey towards the delicious aromas, many busy backstage members stroll by, oblivious to the little one. Before long he reaches his destination, catering where we overhear Zion complaining about his MVW Men’s Heavyweight Championship match this past Sunday at Dead or Alive. Bash seems to ignore the PWA signee, who in turn seems to not notice the boy, now playing with one of the table legs. Zion's face turns a beet red while he speaks~

Darin Zion: "They don’t know REAL LOVE! That fucking referee screwed me. Then HOW officials banned me from Tombstone after I RIGHTFULLY made my statement against Ellis. Maybe the LOVE CONVOY protests them next over their unfair rules against TRUE LOVE from happening."

~Bash stumbles out of catering, weaving in between the legs of staff and crew, but he doesn’t avoid the leg of a certain someone. Bash takes the bump and falls over. It’s El Weston from the first match on the show!~

Weston: Shit kid you okay.

~Weston helps Bash to his feet and puts a hand on his shoulder~

Weston: Where’s Dad, Bashy?

~Bash doesn’t respond… because he’s one, but some commotion around the corner spooks Weston~

Weston: Dammit… sorry kid, good luck.

~He runs off leaving Bash alone again as some arena security rush through after him, but safely passing over the infant. Bash giggles as he takes off, continuing his journey through his father's workplace~

Jones: Bash is on the loose!

Hood: What the fuck is Darin Zion doing back there?

Jones: Hanging out?

Hood: I guess. If Bash spends too much time around Ball Ball he’s gonna become a goon.

Jones: Let’s hope Bash is okay back there. Parenthood is tough, folks, in case you didn’t know.

Hood: I hope to never find out.

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Singles Match
The Influence (1-1) vs. The Greek gods (0-4)

~Zeus and Hades are in the ring. Rumor has it they had plans to spend more time in Chicago but after one night in a mediocre neighborhood, they realized that Chicago was a bit too ‘real’ for them. So, inside the ring they remain, eager to get the hell out of this town once this match is over. What does this have to do with anything, really? No idea~

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall. Currently in the ring, hailing from Mount Olympus...Zeus and Hades...The Greek gods!!

Jones: Oddly enough. Of the two teams we’re about to watch ‘compete’...the team that’s tasted OCW tag gold are, well, the fools you see before you.

Hood: Good times, Jones. The days when ANYTHING was possible.

Jones: I guess we have a wildly different definition on the term ‘good times’

Belvedere: And, their opponents…

~Cue that 1980’s guitar! The opening notes of “The Boys and the Girls Are Doing it” by Vital Signs begin to play over the arena. There are some lines in there, but let’s get to the chorus of this amazing track off the Bill and Ted Soundtrack~

# Yeah, we all know the boys and the girls are doing it! #
# Yeah, we all know the boys and the girls are doing it! #

~And out from the back step out the Influencers of social media platforms across the world to an enormous negative reaction from the crowd. Christopher Wrigley is out first from the back, with a huge smile on his face and holding his arms out wide for all the world to see his navy blue jacket and red tie. He is shortly followed out by Delia Black, the kick happy murder princess, and her partner in crime Claudia Frost. The trio soak in the boos from the crowd as they slowly walk down the ramp~

Belvedere: At a total combined weight...being led to the ring by Christopher Wrigley...Delia Black and Claudia Frost...The Influence!!!

~Belvedere exits and the bell sounds~

Jones: Alright...tag team action!

Hood: Easy. You’re gonna get some horny, lonely blind guy at home watching this all hot and bothered.

Jones: Why would a blind guy be watching this?

Hood: He’s got ears, hasn’t he? Stop being so fuckin insensitive.

~Hades starts things off for the gods. Black is in the ring for The Influence. Wrigley points up at Hades and has a few words...they seem to bother the LORD OF THE UNDERWORLD...so he turns to Wrigley to yell back...but, as he does, SMACK! Delia rushes forward with some stiff kicks into the back of his leg! Hades stumbles into the ropes, looking down at Wrigley, who is clapping, cheering his team on. Delia spins Hades around and whips him off the ropes...he runs across the ring with a slight limp, hitting the ropes, bouncing off only to get SMACKED in the chest with a high kick! He falls to the mat, holding his chest in pain, gasping for air~

Jones: Tremendous force behind those kicks, Hood.

Hood: All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, out run my gun

Jones: Haven’t heard that one in awhile.

~Hades looks up at Delia like, “Holy shit, this woman can kick.” He flips onto all fours and scurries away, tagging BIG DADDY ZEUS into the match. Delia laughs...like this dude’s any kind of threat. Claudia has her arm extended, Wrigley urges Delia to let her tag partner get in on the action...so Delia backs up and tags Claudia into the match. Claudia steps in, Delia steps out. Zeus bounces around, fired up~

Jones: Claudia Frost in the ring now...facing Zeus.

Hood: Look at Wrigley go, man! This guy knows how to manage a team.

Jones: He’s certainly active. Didn’t pay any dividends last week...but, I’ve got a feeling he’s going to be a major factor for these two down the line.

Hood: Well no shit. He’s at ringside.

~Zeus raises his arms and yells out, “BY THE POWER OF OLYMPUS!” he points at Claudia and charges...but Claudia catches him and tosses him over with a T-Bone Suplex!! Zeus hits hard and reaches for his back. He looks up and sees Delia looking down at him...he hears Wrigley yelling in his ear. He scrambles to his feet...he’s in no man’s land. He spins around and gets hoisted up and tossed over with a Belly to Belly overhead throw! Zeus slams into the mat! Wincing, he arches his back. Claudia pops back to her feet~

Jones: The power of Olympus failed him.

Hood: Fuckin idiots up there asleep at the wheel. Athena and whoever else is gonna have to answer for this.

Jones: Sure.

~Zeus rolls over, eager to tag Hades. But Hades is laying on the apron, holding his chest. Zeus has nobody to take. Claudia drags him back to the center of the ring. Zeus kicks her off, scurrying to his feet. He throws a punch but Claudia blocks it and leans in with a headbutt into his shoulder! Wrigley yells up, at Scruff, saying, “You see that? You see that headbutt?” Scruff looks down at him, distracted. Zeus leans bac, grimacing, holding his right shoulder...Claudia then whips him into her corner, toward Delia. Delia manages to sneak a superkick in, through the ropes, under his chin!!! Zeus stumbles back. Scruff spins around, hearing the crack from the kick. As he does, he sees Claudia snag Zeus from behind and toss him over with a Snap Dragon Suplex, bridging for the pin! Scruff slides in with the count~

1!

2!

3!!!!

~The bell rings~

Belvedere: Here are your winners...THE INFLUENCE!!!!!

Jones The Influence with an easy win here tonight...even if they got an assist from Wrigley. An unnecessary one, I might add.

Hood: Just letting everyone know. Wrigley’s a factor. He’s always gonna be.

Jones: I guess. These two suffered a tough loss against pro wrestling icon Duce Jones and his brother, Byson Kaliban last week. This week, they bounce back with an effortless win. Expect Delia and Claudia to be in the tag title picture very, very soon.

Hood: Well, they weren’t brought in here to give the fans dieting tips, that’s for fuckin sure.

Jones: Big win for The Influence as they regain some positive momentum! Alright fans, let's take a quick commercial break...and I'm told, when we come back...a coronation for...kind duke...

Hood: Hey, you say that name IN ALL CAPS, brother.

Jones: Ugh. We'll be right back, fans.

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~Monday Night Massacre returns to a dimly lit United Center. In the center of the ring rests a throne with roaring Lion heads carved into the woodwork of the armrests and back support. Leo, dressed in royal court regalia, stands with a scroll in hand and flanked by two NPC’s holding gold and crimson Lion banners. Near the throne, rests a small table. On it, rests a crown and a scepter.

JONES: This guy…

HOOD: Get ready Jones! We’re about to be graced by the presence of His Majesty!

JONES: You look up ‘egomaniac’ in the dictionary and I swear to God there are no words, only a picture of Thaddeus fucking Duke!

~The United Center boo’s at what’s coming. Thad made mention earlier tonight about his own coronation and clearly the time has arrived.

LEO: Here ye, here ye! It’s my honor! It’s my pleasure to introduce at this time, His Majesty, the King… THADDEUS DUKE!

~Amid a chorus of booing and hatred, a band live plays the entrance of your King. In the dimly lit arena, Thaddeus steps from backstage. Wearing a gold and crimson cape, he slowly makes his way to the ring, pretending that all the boos and hate he’s receiving is love and adoration.

JONES: This is a bad omen for OCW.

HOOD: How could you possibly think such a thing? King Thaddeus has been a fair and just ruler. I see no reason why that would change!

JONES: He just orchestrated the swindling of even more power, Hood! His interest is in himself and solidifying the fact that he’s above reproach!

HOOD: I don’t even know what you’re talking about. He and Marcus Welsh made a business deal.

JONES: Welsh caved to save the Strader’s and nothing more! And what's the deal with Jace Parker Davidson and his own shot across the bow of OCW!?

~In the ring, Thad sits the throne as the band fades out. Chicago continues to show the hate.

LEO: Behold His Majesty, the King! Owner of us all, except Zybala but no one wants to own him anyway. On this day the 15th of August, in the year of our King, 2022… I proudly present to you, His Majesty, His Grace, His Eminence, King Thaddeus the First, leader of the broken and downtrodden, savior of OCW, hero to all and villain to none, and also collector of titles…

~Leo grabs the crown, gently placing it atop Thad’s head before handing him the microphone.

THAD: I am a man of my word. As your King, I vow to never fire the Strader’s without cause. Though I’d caution your jubilance, because sooner or later I will find cause.

~Thad stands up and starts to pace the ring a little.

THAD: I am a man of my word and Leo, my faithful friend and confidant, I told you two weeks ago I’d give you a bigger role and my friend, I hereby name you Head Booker of OCW!

JONES: A fucking social media intern!?

HOOD: Well, it can be any worse than Welsh’s booking the last few weeks.

THAD: I will address this JPD nonsense at the appropriate time but I will say…

~Thad looks directly into the hard cam as it zooms in closely. The smile fades from his face.

THAD: From my cold… dead… hands.

~He looks away for a moment.

THAD: Last week I suspended Easton Alexander indefinitely. Some view that as unfair and… to be perfectly honest… I no longer give a damn what any of you think. His suspension is with cause and it’ll stay that way.

Don’t think for one solitary second that I don’t know who’s behind the mask. I’ll deal with that in my own way in my own time.

~With the arena still dimly lit, a man hops the security barrier behind Thaddeus Duke’s back. The man slides into the ring to an enormous pop and just as Thad turns around, the man grabs the scepter and smashes it over the side of Thad’s head.

HOOD: This is treasonous!

JONES: WHO IS IT!?

~The lights raise up revealing Easton Alexander standing over Thaddeus Duke. Thad lays on the mat clutching the side of his head as Chicago comes alive for Easton.

JONES: It’s Easton!

HOOD: This is horse shit!

~Easton shoves Leo viciously out of the ring while the royal “guard” is dispatched from the ring quickly leaving Easton and Thad all alone. Thad rolls over to his hands and knees as he starts to get back to his feet. Easton grabs a Lionheart banner from the mat and busts it over the back of the so-called King.

~Easton continues to rip the cape from Thad before grabbing himself a handful of the Lion’s mane. Double underhook…

JONES: Here it comes!

HOOD: Don’t do it Easton!

~CRASH!

JONES: Dragon Driver 98 from Easton Alexander!

HOOD: NO!

~Thad lies face up on the mat, not moving and staring up at the lights. Easton pulls a mask from his back pocket, dropping it right on Thad’s chest.

JONES: Suspicion and confirmation!

HOOD: Thad ought to fire that son of a bitch!

JONES: Easton was under the mask earlier as El Weston!

~Thad’s wife Sahara and bodyguard Cyrus Braddock burst from backstage and rush the ring. Noticing this, Easton Alexander hightails it from the ring, exiting through the crowd to much love and adulation from the Chicago OCW faithful.

JONES: Hood, Thad hasn’t moved! Easton may not have got all of it last week, but tonight he spiked him real good!

HOOD: And you cheered it you asshole! There’s a reason Thad banned that move and it never had anything to do with Easton Alexander! It was a safety precaution!

JONES: Keep telling yourself that!

~Sahara hovers over her husband as Braddock waves to the back. Chicago cheers as a gurney and straight board are brought out by the EMT’s.

HOOD: Easton Alexander is a disgrace to this industry!

JONES: You can’t tell me Thaddeus Duke…

HOOD: KING Thaddeus!

JONES: You can’t really sit there and tell me he didn’t have that coming!

~Gingerly, Thaddeus Duke is strapped to the straight board with his neck stabilized before being slid out of the ring and placed on the gurney. The EMT’s followed closely by Sahara and Cyrus Braddock, rush him backstage.

JONES: Whether you agree with what we’ve just seen or not, we’ll try to give an update on the condition of Thad as the night goes on.

HOOD: God dammit! It’s KING THADDEUS!

JONES: Speechless. Let’s kick it backstage. Unbelievable how things have escalated. Unbelievable.

~Bash's adventure continues as he crawls around the backstage area. This time by the garbage and recycle bins. He begins gently pulling on one of the trash bags, laughing while doing so. That's when we see newly signed OCW wrestler Diana Watts. She is a little lost herself. New to the business and company after all. As she is passing by the garbage section of the building, she throws her granola bar wrapper on top of an open trash bag. That's when she almost steps on poor baby Bash~

Diana Watts: HOLY SHIT! A BABY!!??!

~She screams, moving her feet away in fear from the infant~

Diana Watts: Ok... I heard weird things about this OCW place. Portals. Knife Men. Sex with mothers. Rape buses. Owls. Lobsters and bears, oh my! But damn, I didn't think I would run into a dumpster baby tonight. Sure it was going to happen to me eventually.. but on my first night here?

~She squats down looking at Bash who stares up at her with a big smile. She gets a concerned look on her face~

Diana Watts: I should get you some help, kid. Find you your father or mother or something. Well if your likely crack head and drugged out of their minds lame parents let you go missing like this then maybe I should alert the police or a child care representative. Damn, Jamie Blankenship was right about this OCW place among other corrupt wrestling federations in America. How can these repulsive management and people in charge at this company let a dumpster baby crawl around without any parental supervision? Doesn't seem right. Don't dumpster baby. I go your back!

~Diana picks up Bash the baby in her arms and carries him towards the restrooms. Her phone buzzes. She tries to ignore it. But finally answers it with her left hand holding on to Bash in her right arm~

Diana Watts: Hello... Jamie?!?! Yes. I am doing well, thank you for asking…

~Bash begins squirming and lets out a scream of cries. Diana gently bounces him in her arms also trying to have a conversation on her phone with Jamie Blankenship. The cries continue as she finally puts the baby down for a second~

Diana Watts: Sorry, Jamie. Hang on.

~She looks down at Bash who stops crying immediately once he is on the ground. She sighs~

Diana Watts: Okay, Dumpster baby, I need to take this call and wash my hands in this bathroom. I'll be out in just a minute. You stay, STAY! STAY, BOY!

~Diana talks to Bash as if he was a dog before walking into the female bathroom. Bash looks around laughing and proceeds to crawl away down the hallway. Finally Diana comes out of the restroom still on her phone drying her hands on some paper towel. She looks down where Bash has vanished. She looks around in fear~

Diana Watts: Oh crap... Jamie? Can I be arrested for losing a dumpster baby? Um... you know what... forget what I just said…

~She nervously looks in her left and right directions not seeing Bash anywhere. She slowly, in an awkward way backs up. She looks around again before running away in the distance from the scene of the crime~

Jones: That’s OCW newcomer Diana Watts! The first member of the roster she meet is...BASH RODRIGUEZ.

Hood: I like how she’s on the phone with Jamie Blankenship seconds before his debut.

Jones: He might be looking for some words of encouragement, Hood.

Hood: I guess. He’s got Helena Handbasket waiting on him. He’d better get focused or he’s going to debut with a big, spooky loss.

Jones: That could happen. Diana Watts is backstage! Bash is on the loose! And, Helena is set to take on the newcomer Jamie Blankenship...NEXT!

Singles Match
Helena Handbasket (3-1) vs. Jamie Blankenship (0-0)

~The Instrumental to Nirvana's Rape me plays as Jamie Blankenship makes his way to the ring. He slides under the ring and climbs the turnbuckle. He raises his fist in the air as some of the crowd pop for him. ~

Jones: The OCW faithful aren't sure what to make of Jamie Blankenship just yet.

Hood: he seems like a bum.

~The word opening of Psychosomatic begins playing as the snarp drums come in and a two step tune starts. Horns next as the lights dim, when they come up Helena Handbasket twirls out from behind the curtain. The Atomic Blonde throws her arms out wide and seems to roar to the crowd! Helena whirls around as the weird song built from movie quotes and jazz music keeps rolling, she spins on a heel and plays to the crowd as she walks down the ramp. ~

Jones: And here comes the #1 contender for the Craze Title.

Hood: I don't know why the crowd is cheering.

~Helena turns and grins, winking at the camera, as "THAT BOY NEEDS THERAPY" continuing droning on over head. Helena hops up onto the guard rail, and rolls head first onto the ring apron, pulling herself to do a headstand against the ropes. The Atomic Blonde lifts herself up and leaps backlwards into the ring via a handspring! Handbasket gives a big sweeping bow in the ring as her music fades.~

Belvedere: This match is set for one fall. In this corner stand at 5 foot 9, 170 pounds. JAMIE BLANKENSHIP!! And in this corner standing 5 foot 3, 130 pounds. THE Atomic Blonde.... HELENA HANDBASKET!!!!

~ Helena wastes no time going after Blankenship. She runs at him and connects with a flying elbow that rocks him. ~

Jones: It looked like Jamie Blankenship was trying to go for a handshake.

Hood: The ring I'd the wrong place to make a new friend.

~ Helena delivers some quick strikes follwed by an Irish whip. Helena goes for a clothesline, but Blankenship ducks under. He rebounds off the ropes and delivers a vicious tackle that nearly breaks Helena in half. Blankenship grabs Helena be her hair and lifts her up into a suplex. Helena counters and slips down, finding herself behind Blankenship. Helena kicks Blankenship in the back of of his right knee which drops him to on knee. She kicks the other knee, then follows it with a kick to the side of the head. Helena takes a few steps back and then drops kicks Blankenship in the back of his head. He falls forward. ~

Jones: Helena showing why she is the #1 contender for the Craze Title.

Hood: why? She she's crazy?

~Helena grabs Blankenship up and whips him hard to the turnbuckle. She floowsbtgat up with a high knee. She calls this move The Chaos Box. Blankenship falls face down on the mat as Helena climbs the ropes then keaps off with a splash to the back of Blankenship. Helena stand up and stares down at Blankenship. She delivers a couple of boots to Blankenship's head. ~

Jones: The Atomic Blonde looking dominant against this newcomer.

Hood: She's probably cheating.

~ Helena goes to lift Blankenship up. She lifts him up for a scoop slam but he counters and falls on top of Helena. Instead of staying down for the pin, Blankenship grabs Helen's by the hair and then drops her with a Russian leg sweep. Blankenship seeming has his second wind as he picks Helena up again and then whips her against the ropes. Blankenship sets up for a spine buster, but Helena slides under him, then leaps on his back. She puts one leg around his neck then reaches for his arm. THE LONE DIGGER!!~

Jones: it looks like Blankenship is going to tap. She's got it locked in good.

Hood: All he needs to do is tickle her.

~ The ref checks on Blankenship who tries to hold off, but nods his head motioning to the ref that he submits. The ref calls for the bell. As Helena keeps the hold on a little longer before releasing it. ~

Belvedere: HERE IS YOUR WINNER.... THE ATOMIC BLONDE HELENA HANDBASKET!!!

~Helena barely has a chance to celebrate as two people appear at the entrance way. ~

Jones: What are TLS and SHE-LS doing here?

Hood: they're probably going to do what they always do. Stir some trouble.

~SHE-LS runs down to the ring as TLS stays at the entrance way. Helena readies herself as SHE-LS stands at arms length from her. Helena motions at something as SHE-LS turns to look at TLS. He nods. SHE-LS then turns to the fallen Blankenship and picks him up. She holds him as Helena delivers a spinning knee. THE SCREW U!!! Blankenship crumbles to the floor as SHE-LS and Helena Handbasket embrace . TLS disappears into the entrance way as SHE-LS grabs a mic and speaks into it with her Bifford voice modulator. ~

SHE-LS: Welcome to PTSD!

Jones: What? HELENA HANDBASKET WAS AMP. EVERYBODY IS JOINING PTSD, BJT WHY?

Hood: TLS has recruited half of the OCW roster. This is getting put of hand.

~ The crowd chants " PTSD!PTSD!" As Helena and SHE-LS make their ways to the back. ~

~Backstage, the cameras catch up with an out of breath Easton Alexander as the crowd can be heard cheering his appearance on the Tron. Bent over with his hands on his knees, Knife Man enters the screen with a microphone in hand.

KNIFE MAN: Easton! We all wanted to get your…

EASTON: One sec… let me catch my breath…

~Knife Man stands there uncomfortably as Easton catches his breath after running away from security and finding himself backstage.

EASTON: Okay, go ahead…

~Knife Man resumes asking his question but off in the distance, the EMT’s are rushing Thaddeus Duke to the doctor’s room.

EASTON: Hold that thought…

~Easton pushes past Knife Man. He runs toward Thad’s position as Chicago police and OCW security are hot on his trail.

JONES: Where the hell is he going!?

HOOD: STOP HIM!

~Switching to Thaddeus in the doctor’s room, the OCW medical staff is busy trying to calm the panicking Mrs. Duke.

DOC: It’s definitely not broken, it’s just compressed.

SAHARA: Fucking fix him!

THAD: I’m numb from the neck down dammit!

~Ignoring Sahara for the time being, the doctor returns to Thaddeus.

DOC: Mr. Braddock, hold him down.

THAD: I can’t fucking move anyway!

DOC: It’s gonna hurt like hell in a second and you’re gonna want to kick my ass. Braddock, hold him down!

~Big Cy Braddock pins his arms to the gurney as a pair of doctors grab the majority owner under his chin. Craaaaaaack.

THAD: FUCK!

JONES: Ewwww.

HOOD: I’m gonna be sick!

~Roaring into the room is Easton Alexander followed closely by the police and security. In the confusion, Cy and Sahara get separated from Thad by law enforcement. Easton though, has dived on top of the gurney and has started throwing fist after fist into the face of his employer. Amid the commotion, the gurney tips over as Easton continues his assault on the owner while Chicago cheers him on.

HOOD: This! This is what you’re cheering!?

JONES: I’m not condoning it Hood, I’m just saying I understand!

~Soon, and finally, Chicago’s Finest is successful in prying Easton Alexander off of Thaddeus Duke. He continues to try and struggle against all of those holding him back, but it’s futile.

SAHARA: I want that son of a bitch arrested!

~Her words are heeded as the police pin Easton to the floor and begin handcuffing him. Though they were already in the process of doing so anyway. As Easton is forced out, Sahara unstraps Thaddeus Duke from the gurney and cradles his head and neck in her lap as we fade to ringside.

JONES: This… this rivalry, or whatever you want to call it between Easton Alexander and Thaddeus Duke has reached a fever pitch here in OCW!

HOOD: Right now I’m just at a loss for words, Jones. I don’t even know what to say.

JONES: Someday soon, this thing needs to come to a head!

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The Ballet Date [CD for the Mix]

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Triple Threat
Ed Houston (10-4) vs. Garry ‘Ray-Ray’ Nelson (5-4) vs. Harmon Egan (0-0)

~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: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is a triple threat match and it is scheduled for one fall! On his way to the ring...Garry ‘Ray-Ray’ Nelson!!!

Jones: And we’ve got Triple Threat action heading our way!

Hood: Garry repping the three most important colors in the world...RED WHITE AND BLUE

Jones: Nelson looking, like so many others on the OCW roster, for that break out win.

~Nelson stands in his corner, fired up, ready to go~

Belvedere: Introducing next…

~A pair of black rimmed eyes open up on the main screen as the arena is bathed in white and the song starts its opening beats. When the song comes to its crescendo the white light is intermixed with violet whirling lights as the main screen shows shots of Harmony in action intermixed with flowing Rorshach inkblots. Harmony appears at the top of the ramp and books it to the ring, sliding in under the bottom room "Edge style" and crawling to the camera at mat level. He shoots the camera a confident smirk and kips up to his feet, ready for action~

Belvedere: Standing 5’10 and weighing in at 175lbs...Harmon ‘Harmony’ Egan!!!

Jones: Getting our first look at Harmon Egan.

Hood: I haven’t heard much from this guy...then again, I don’t think I’m alone in that regard.

Jones: Please keep your hurtful thoughts to yourself.

Belvedere: And, their opponent…

~The screen turns black and then slowly starts to count down from 10. Once it hits 1 the sound of a rocket taking off echoes throughout the arena. You're Gonna Go Far , Kid starts to blare as Ed Houston slowly makes his way down the entrance ramp. He stops by fans in the crowd and high fives them. Once he gets about half way down the ramp, he sprints and slides under the rope. He quickly jumps to his feet and makes his way up to the turnbuckle where he waves to the crowd~

Belvedere: From Miami, Florida...standing 5’9 and weighing in at 175lbs...he is a former Paradigm and Craze Champion...he is Ed Houston!!!

~Houston hops back to the mat. Belvedere exits. Egan is in a corner. Ray-Ray removes his red, white, and blue jacket, handing it to the most patriotic OCW employee at ringside...a dude sporting a sweet stache and thick, proud mullet. The bell sounds and we’re underway~

Jones: And here we go! Garry Nelson looking for a breakout win. Ed looking to notch the first big win during his comeback. And, Egan looking to score one of the biggest debut wins in OCW history.

Hood: Yea, if Egan wins this match that’d do wonders for the way he’s perceived by the roster.

Jones: No doubt.

~Ray-Ray slaps his giant hands together and he marches across the ring at Houston. Ed prepares to lock up with Ray-Ray...but he’s quickly overcome by Ray-Ray’s giant hands and country strength. Ray-Ray throws Ed back into his corner and he slaps the hell out of Ed’s chest! The fans all groan and wince. Egan comes sprinting across the ring. He grabs Ray-Ray’s arm from behind and spins around, twisting it into an armbar. Nelson winces and turns, facing the much smaller Egan. Ray-Ray raises his giant hand up and he SLAPS Egan in the chest, knocking him to the mat! Egan hits hard, holding his chest...Ray-Ray leans forward, holding his shoulder for a second~

Jones: Ray-Ray is out there slapping people into another dimension.

Hood: Yea, I mean if you put Egan on Ed’s shoulders they MIGHT be as tall as Ray-Ray.

Jones: A bit of an exaggeration. Although, yes, Ray-Ray has a massive size advantage.

Hood: Big fucks small, Jones. Remember that.

~Ed straightens up, he sees Ray-Ray bending over and he runs forward leaping up for a Fameasser...but Ray-Ray rises up, grabbing onto Ed! He’s got The Rocketman in the powerbomb position!! Houston kicks and flails, trying to break free. Ray-Ray struggles. Egan looks up and sees the goliath Kentuckian holding Ed high...he sticks his leg out and he trips Ray-Ray up with a drop toe hold!!! Ray-Ray falls forward, toward the ropes...Houston uses the momentum to take him all the way over, through the ropes with a hurricanran!!! Ray-Ray’s body flies through the rope and he lands roughly outside!! The fans pop as Ed returns to his feet and looks down at Egan~

Jones: Egan with an assist there. I don’t think he’s on TEAM ED...but he’s certainly on TEAM GET RID OF RAY-RAY.

Hood: Shitty team, if you ask me. Ray-Ray’s a star.

Jones: A star that might be supernova-ing right before our eyes.

Hood: Hope not.

~Egan moves slow, with caution, getting to one knee. Ed looks ready to pounce when he looks outside and sees Ray-Ray on one knee. Ed rushes for the ropes...he leaps onto the top rope and springboards off. Ray-Ray stands and Ed comes down on him with METEORA!!! His knees slam into Ray-Ray’s chest as the momentum sends Ray-Ray crashing, back of his head slamming into the metal barricade!!! The fans go wild!! Ed is back on his feet, staring down at Nelson. Ray-Ray appears out. He’s limp, eyes closed...dude could be dead, for all we know~

Jones: Meteora! The move Ed defeated Crash with three years ago for the Craze Title!

Hood: Why are these guys teaming up on my boy Ray-Ray! THIS SUCKS

Jones: You said big fucks small. Looks like small is teaming up to fuck big.

Hood: THAT’S NOW HOW IT’S SUPPOSED TO WORK

~Houston turns to head back into the ring but stops...he sees Egan standing near the ropes, guarding. Houston moves to dive in but Egan moves to kick...Ed pulls back. He paces, thinking...he reaches the steps and slowly ascends. Egan stands, ready. Houston grabs onto the post and he leaps up, perching himself on the top rope...Egan looks up...Ed leaps off! Egan tucks and rolls forward. Houston lands on his feet...he spins around, Egan pops to his feet, facing the corner. Houston charges in...Egan moves!! Houston leaps into the corner, landing on the second rope...he leaps off with an inverted cross body...Egan tries catching him, they fall over, Egan quickly transitions, wrapping his legs around Ed’s arm, trying to stretch it out into an armbar! Houston’s eyes widen, he’s in trouble. Scruff leans in, keeping an eye on the situation...Ed tosses his leg out and he finds the bottom rope. Scruff forces a break~

Jones: Harmon Egan is tough. He’s got elite athleticism and a sharp mind.

Hood: Yea, not every day Ed faces somebody as quick or quicker than he is. But, that’s the case tonight.

Jones: Yep and with Ray-Ray out of the picture, Ed’s going to be forced to take Egan down all on his own.

Hood: Hey, the guy beat Mack O’Connor. He’s capable.

~Houston rolls away, getting to one knee against the ropes. Egan is already back on his feet...he rushes forward with a knee but Ed dives out of the way. Egan’s leg gets hung up over the middle rope. Ed’s on his feet...he leaps up and he dropkicks Egan in the head! Egan falls to his back, on the mat, his leg hanging over the middle rope. Houston is back on his feet...he stomps on Egan a few times, making sure the rookie stays down. He then grabs him by the arm and drags him toward the center of the ring~

Jones: Egan with a slight miscalculation giving Ed a chance to capitalize.

Hood: Yep. Quick is good but you gotta know where you’re going.

Jones: With this being Ed’s first competitive match in months, one has to wonder if it’s maybe gonna take him a bit to catch up to the speed of things.

Hood: I mean, I might buy that if he were in there with Zybala. But he’s in there with a fuckin rookie.

~Houston has Egan in the center of the ring and he goes straight for his leg, grabbing the right leg and pulling it off the mat, focusing on the ankle. Egan knows exactly where this is headed...he kicks at Ed with his free leg...one of the kicks catches Ed right in the gut. He staggers, dropping Egan’s leg. Egan kips up and snares Ed in a clinch! The fans pop for the transition. Houston, however, manages to break free before it’s securely clinched and he hooks Egan, tossing him over with a Northern Lights Suplex, bridging for the pin...Scruff slides in~

1!

2!

Kick Out!!!

Jones: Nice try by Ed...but it wouldn’t keep Egan down.

Hood: Nope. Fuckin Egan nearly kipped into a clinch...guy was about to blast Ed’s face off with some knees.

Jones: Yep. Tremendous athlete, this Egan kid. Ed, however, knew what was coming and managed to flip things toward his advantage.

~Egan kicks out and rolls over backwards, getting to one knee. Ed sits up, looking at Scruff, an instinct after a nearfall. He’s suddenly smacked in the back of the head with a knee from Egan!!! Houston falls to the side, holding his head. Egan drops to one knee, reaching for the back of his head, showing the lingering pain from the previous suplex. But, he doesn’t let it keep him down for long...he fires back up to his feet. Houston rolls over onto all fours, trying to get to his feet...but Egan immediately hooks a front face lock. Houston powers up and lifts Egan into the air...Egan spins around and he takes Houston’s back! He wraps his legs around Houston’s midsection and his arms around Ed’s head and neck! The crowd pops~

Jones: Egan’s got Houston’s back! He’s gonna try and choke him out with a rear naked choke!

Hood: Fuckin hell. Maybe people are right...if you lose one sense all your others heighten, making you some elevated being.

Jones: You interested in giving it a go?

Hood: Fuck no.

~Houston staggers...he’s an old pro. A vet. He knows how to combat this move...he flops onto his back!! Huge impact! But Egan doesn’t leg go!! Ed’s eyes widen! He’s in trouble now!~

Jones: I’ve never seen anyone hold on after an impact like that.

Hood: Neither has Ed, apparently. He thought he was going to bust outta that shit...instead, he gave Egan more leverage.

Jones: This one could be over. Ed’s lights might be going out.

~Houston looks to be going out. Egan’s not letting go and there aren’t any ropes to save him. The fans pop, however, when RAY RAY re-enters the ring. He reaches down and wraps his arms around Ed AND Egan! He deadlifts both men off the mat and he tosses them over his head with a belly to belly!!! Egan and Houston slam into the mat! The fans pop...I mean, it’s a pretty wild move and amazing feat of strength. Ray-Ray pops back to his feet, holding his right hand up~

Jones: Now that’s country strong.

Hood: Ray-Ray’s about to give himself a red right hand. Slaps. Slaps for everyone.

Jones: This slaps, as the kids would say.

Hood: Shut the fuck up.

~Ray-Ray grabs Egan by the hair with one hand...he looks at Ed. He’s a big country boy who never passes on a chance for seconds. So he goes for Ed, pulling him off the mat. He’s got one hand palming Ed’s head and the other palming Egan’s head. A double headbutt looks like a formality...until Ed and Egan start to chop the big man down with kicks into his knees!! Each man targeting a knee! Ray-Ray yells out, dropping to his knees. Houston steps back and SMACK! He kicks Ray-Ray in the head with a Shining Wizard! Egan then flies in with a V-Trigger knee into Ray-Ray’s face!! Ray-Ray leands forward, onto all fours~

Jones: Ray-Ray flew too close to the sun there, Hood. Double dipping did not pay off.

Hood: Never double dip the chip, Jones.

Jones: Only if you’re eating alone.

Hood: I don’t even do that shit alone, man. I’ve got fuckin standards.

~Houston is on one side of Ray-Ray. Egan is on the other. The two men look down at the Kentucky Fried Farmboy (whatever that means) and are stunned he hasn’t been put down yet. A silent pact is made. They’re going to kick Ray-Ray in the head at the same time, eliminating him from an realistic contention. Egan throws a kick...but Houston fakes his kick and, instead he throws a superkick at Egan! Egan has to duck!! Ed stumbles forward...he spins around and Egan hits him with a knee into the face!! Houston falters back, through the ropes and onto the apron. Egan turns back to Ray-Ray...the big Wildcat is on his feet, staggering around~

Jones: Houston tried to trick Egan, but it didn’t work!

Hood: Ed’s just not used to being, umm, crafty.

Jones: Sure, that’s what we’ll call it.

~Egan grabs Ray-Ray by the arm and whips him into the ropes. Houston stands on the apron...Ray-Ray’s giant body slams into him, sending him flying off the apron and into the guardrail!! Ray-Ray staggers forward...Egan reaches up, grabbing Ray-Ray by the head and delivering several knee strikes to the face!! Ray-Ray falls to the mat! Egan makes the cover...Scruff slides in~

1!

2!

3!!!!!

~The bell rings~

Belvedere: Here is your winner...HARMON “HARMONY” EGAN!!!!!

Jones: Egan did it! He gets a HUGE win in his debut!

Hood: Well I’ll be damned. Guy didn’t just beat a couple of nobodies, either. Ray Ray and, obviously, Ed are legit.

Jones: Indeed. Biggest debut win since Kelson Hewitt defeated Bob Grenier back in February.

Hood: Hallmark of a future star, I’d say.

Jones: No doubt. Alright folks, we're gonna take a quick commercial break. When we return, Victoria Strader steps into the ring against former OCW Champion, Outcast! Next!

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Get to Know this year's MIX competitor SEB
Shoot to Kill (Seb & Sloane Shoot)

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~The fans start to boo (while some sections still cheer) as VICTORIA STRADER and the beautiful redhead that was with her last week appear on the OCWtron. They are heading towards CHECKERS POSITION when AKB stops them, looking dishevelled, probably hungover, smelling of regret, condoms and broken dreams. Clearly annoyed, Victoria does stop to talk to him. ~

AKB: Vicky, what’s happening?

~ Vee grits her teeth as she sneers at him. ~

Victoria Strader: Victoria or Vee, I won’t tell you again.

~ AKB holds his hands up. ~

AKB: Shit, sorry, VEEEEEE.

~ He is about to shake his head and sigh but gauging the look on Victoria’s face he decides not to do such a silly thing. ~

AKB: So you go from the newcomer Killian to the veteran Outcast? How’s that?

Victoria Strader: Just another Massacre. That’s “how’s that?”

AKB: Underestimating Outcast?

~ She rolls her eyes at him. ~

Victoria Strader: I don’t underestimate anyone. This isn’t about winning or losing, it’s about making that bastard bleed and limp out of that ring or better yet, carried out on a stretcher. My goal tonight is for Outcast to have a matching neck brace with Veronica.

AKB: Can you explain these Suit dudes wandering throughout the arena the past couple shows?

~ Victoria smirks and she walks past him with her companion answering him without looking back. ~

Victoria Strader: Ask Outcast, it’s his problem.

~ AKB shakes his head as he mumbles to himself. ~

AKB: What a bitch. Ronnie is way nicer.

~We cut back to Jones and Hood~

Jones: Victoria is entering into this match against a former OCW Champion with no fear.

Hood: Hey, she’s a portal potty survivor just like Outcast. This one should be great.

Jones: Yep. Let’s head on down to ringside!

Singles Match
Outcast (21-3) vs. Victoria Strader (1-0)

~We cut back to the ring inside of the United Center where the Second City fans are riled up for some more action. The fans are anxious for more action when the lights in the arena dim as the catchy mid-nineties opening riff of “I’m Just A Girl” hit’s the p.a. system. The OCWtron lights up with a platinum crown in the middle of the tron flashing off and on as Victoria Strader steps out from behind the curtain to a chorus of cheers and some boos.~

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

Belvedere: Hailing from Night City, California by way of London, Ontario Canada and weighing in at 145 lbs....

~Victoria looks out at the crowd and breathes in the atmosphere.~

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

Belvedere: Representing the Strong and Proud…

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

~Victoria hops on the apron, wiping her boots on the apron before stepping through the middle rope.~

Belvedere: She is known as the future Queen of the Strader family… Victoria!!! STRADER!!!!!!!!!!

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

~Victoria leans back into her corner's turnbuckle preparing herself mentally for competition~

Jones: Victoria looking to exact some harsh retribution for the love life that was Outcast and Veronica Strader.

Hood: I don’t blame her, who wants to go from licking stamps to blowing seventy year old horns?

Jones: My goodness..

Hood: What?

Jones: It amazes me how your brain works at times.

Hood: Oh, your mom loves the ‘knowledge’ that I give her on a consistent basis.

Jones: And that seems to be the music of Outcast playing as the hometown hero looks set to make his appearance.

~”Backbreaker by Fit For A King hits and the Chicago fans go apeshit for the former OCW World Champion and hometown legend.The curtains swing open as Outcast steps through, heading straight for the ring. Victoria paces back and forth inside of the ring, the family sneer planted on her face as she watches her doppleganger’s former love interest walk down the aisle~

Belvedere: Her opponent… From Chicago, Illinois...standing 6’1 and weighing in at 228lbs...he is a former OCW Champion...he is...Outcast!!!

~The Second City Saints erupt with admiration again, almost blowing the roof off of the place. Outcast throws his right hand high into the air, bringing more cheers from the crowd when he nears ringside. Moving towards the steps, Outcast walks up them and steps through the ropes. Once inside, he removes his leather jacket and throws it to the ringside attendant~

Jones: Well this looks to be a battle for the ages.

Hood: Crazy to think that we are getting this one for free on a Monday. Hands down, this match could be the main event anywhere else.

Jones: It’s a testament to all of the talented individuals that we have on this roster.

Hood: Yep.

~The referee for this match, Tuff finishes up his routine check on both fighters, he signals for the bell which he gets and this match is officially underway. Both fighters begin to circle the ring, each looking for their own separate advantage. They finally go at each other for a tie-up, however Vee ducks underneath, moving around Outcast, applying a rear waistlock. There’s a quick power struggle but Outcast performs a standing switch and is now behind Vee. Using a little force, Outcast shoves Vee’s head for so that she’s now in a bent-over position. He begins to simulate a bedroom act which causes Vee to quickly roll out of. She twists as she rolls and is now facing a laughing Outcast. The Real Vee is pissed~

Jones: Well that’s one way to get under someone’s skin.

Hood: Oh, I’m sure Outcast heard the Queen of the Strader’s words this past week. Which probably didn’t sit right with him.

Jones: Amazing!

Hood: What’s that?

Jones: Last week, you called her just another Strader and now this week, you’re actually acknowledging her.

Hood: One, there is a mass influx of Straders. Two, they’re all beautiful so it’s honestly hard to tell one from the other.

Jones: Even if they all have different personalities or dare I say, hair colors?

Hood: Hey man, just call the action, that’s what we’re paid to do.

~Vee is now fully standing, fuming at a tickled Outcast. The two move around the ring again, Outcast attempts another lock up but Strader boots him in the gut, doubling him over. She flips him over to the mat with a snapmare before hitting the ropes, returning and connecting with a dropkick to the back of Outcast’s head. The immediate reaction for the former OCW World Champion is to clutch the back of his head but Vee isn’t ready to let up. She brings him back vertical, before whipping him into a corner. Outcast crashes against the buckles as Vee follows him in with a hard forearm to the jaw. Outcast’s rocked from the impact but isn’t out yet, however Vee is relentless in her attack as she stomps and elbows away at Outcast. He tries to cover up as best as he can but she’s not letting up until Tuff is there to pull her off of him. She tries to leap over him to get back at Outcast but Tuff refuses to move out of the way. Outcast recovers while Tuff has her contained, quickly poking her in the eyes. Vee retreats, trying to clear her vision but gets dropped to the mat with a lariat to the back of the skull~

Jones: What a vicious hit by Outcast just then and he now has Victoria reeling.

Hood: These two want nothing more than rip each other’s throats out. Hell Outcast already has a grave dug for her.

Jones: The dilemma between these two has been intense since the return of the both of these two, going at it whenever they’re near each other.

Hood: I agree with Outcast, this is the perfect opportunity to slap your bitch around when she’s getting out of line.

Jones: Ladies and gentlemen, us here at Online Championship Wrestling do not condone domestic violence in no shape, fashion or form.

Hood: But this is, CLASSIC OCW BABY!

~Outcast stomps down on Vee, who tries her best to cover up but the attempts fail to help in any way. The former OCW Champ brings her upright, clinches his hands around the back of her head, following up with vicious knee strikes. Vee is able to block a few of the shots, however some are still able to connect. Strader, through the attack, is still able to fire punches whenever she can into Outcast’s ribs, forcing him to pull back on his assault. He whips her off towards the ropes but she reverses. He runs towards the ropes and looking younger than he’s ever looked, Outcast springs off of the middle rope, spins through the air, catches Vee’s arm on his descent and takes her over with an arm drag! The momentum sends her sliding out of the ring where she slaps the apron with frustration. Outcast is on one knee, staring out at her with a smirk~

Jones: The experience that Outcast contains, just placed on display with that amazing arm drag.

Hood: Yeah, he pulled that one straight from Mexico.

Jones: We in the wrestling world would say that he’s influenced by the art of Lucha Libre..

Hood: Well, where I’m from.. Wrestling is wrestling!

~Vee strolls around ringside, composing herself while Outcast is now to both of his feet. He invites her to get back inside which she declines for a moment. Tuff is up to five on his count which Vee ignores as she takes her time to climb back up onto the apron. Outcast charges in at her, not giving her a moment to breathe but she quickly ducks her shoulders through the ropes and connects with a shoulder block to his gut. He staggers backwards, clutching his stomach when she steps through the ropes and springs off the bottom one. She catches his head, driving him face first into the mat with a bulldog! She flips him over and quickly goes for a cover~

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Jones: Vee almost able to sneak one out just then!

Hood: Thank goodness Outcast was able to get his shoulder off of the mat.

Jones: Are you picking favorites already, you know that we’re supposed to be biased.

Hood: Do you know how many times that I have heard that statement over the years? Countless.. If you guys haven’t gotten the picture by now then I don’t know what to tell ya.

~Vee stays on the attack, dropping the point of her elbow directly into his forehead. Another one has him rocked as she gets back to her feet. She kicks his downed body a few times and then connects with a knee to the side of his skull. He rolls away, rubbing the side of his head while trying to place some space between the two of them. She stalks over to him, where he’s found his way towards the bottom corner buckles. Strade moves in with haste, using her boot to choke out Outcast. Tuff is there, trying to gain some type of order, administering the mandatory five count. She holds the entire count before releasing and walking away with her hands high into the air. Outcast gasps for air, massaging his own larynx but she’s not ready to let up when she moves back in with another boot to the face. She stomps some more onto him before bringing him up into the corner and blasting him with a hard punch. This seems to fire Outcast up as he fires a punch of his own. The shot rocks Vee as she staggers back, Outcast connects with another punch that sends her reeling back even more. He swings again but now she blocks and fires off a punch of her own~

Jones: Looks like things are about to heat up!

Hood: They’re throwing blows back and forth, neither one backing down.

~The Chicago fans rise to their feet as a full fledged fight is now going on inside of the ring. Vee and Outcast throw hands amongst each other with neither one letting up. The fans are going nuts as the two connect with shot after shot on one another. Tuff tries his best to come between the two but they both shove him back and deck him collectively with punches that send him down to his ass! This brings more cheers from the crowd~

Hood: Oh shit!

Jones: They can’t do that!

~The bell rings as Tuff is seen holding his forehead and signaling for the bell~

Jones: Well I don’t know what’s going on but Outcast and Vee seemed to not care as they are continuing to battle it out.

Hood: Shit just got real around here and quick!

~While the two enemies continue to battle it out, Tuff rolls out of the ring, slowly making his way over to Belvedere to give him his decision. The two converse and Belvedere makes it official~

Belvedere: The following contest has been ruled a double disqualification!

~The Chicago fans boo the announcement but Outcast and Victoria could give two fucks as they brawl like rabid animals inside of the ring~

Jones: A double DQ seems like the way to go. Let these two finish this on a larger stage.

Hood: It seems cheap, man! WEAK ASS BOOKING!

~They continue to brawl as we get a look at Leo emerging from the back. He watches Outcast and Victoria brawling in the ring. He laughs~

Leo: Look at them go!

~Outcast shoves Victoria back into a corner and he turns, breathing heavily, staring at Leo. Leo waves. He points at a star badge pinned to his shirt that says “HEAD BOOKER”. He clears his throat~

Leo: That’s right. I’m the head booker. From rags to riches. From intern to...I dunno, some word indicating power that starts with an ‘I’. Anyway...I don’t like Double DQ’s. So, by the power vested in me I hereby change the decision of this match and name Outcast the winner via DQ!

Jones: What?!

Hood: Can he do that?

Jones: Uh, he just did.

~The fans boo. They hate this sort of fuckery. Leo tosses the mic over his shoulder and heads back behind the curtain. Outcast lets out a loud laugh...as he does, Victoria jumps him from behind!! They hit the mat, continuing to brawl~

Jones: And the brawl continues! Victoria isn’t happy and who can blame her? She just got screwed by Leo who operates under Thad and we all know how Thad feels about the Straders.

Hood: This seems like a Leo decision, though.

Jones: True. But still...the influence of Thad and the way he feels about the Straders, trickling down.

Hood: Either way. Outcast and Strader are trying to kill each other...an indication this isn’t over.

Jones: Not by a long shot.

~Their brawl spills through the ropes and to the floor on the outside. OCW crew rush in, trying to pry them off of each other~

Jones: It’s a mess out here. We need to get some order so this show can continue.

Hood: Victoria sure is staying locked onto Outcast. Maybe this is her way of flirting with the old man.

Jones: If so, it’s the most violent form of flirtation I’ve ever seen. But to each their own, I suppose. Folks, while they get this brawl under control, we’re going to take a quick commercial break. We’ve got Tag Team Championship action when we return!

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Get to Know this year's MIX competitor Dylan Thomas
The Epic War begins (promo)

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~We’re outside the merch stand as Tony the Spider stands behind the counter, eating a bag of Doritos, as a gathering of Goons shout and yell at him. We notice Bash Rodriguez, waddling by, keeping himself upright by occasionally using the wall. He stops and stares at the gaggle of Goons hollering~

Goon 45: What is this! There’s not enough Ball Ball merch!

Goon 16: If you don’t start putting out more Ball merch, you’re never gonna maximize your potential!

Goon 111: You’re shop is Trash

Goons (collectively): YUUUUUUUR!!!!

~Bash watches on, a giant smile plastered on his face. He begins to angrily babble and screech, trying to imitate the angry Goons, but they can’t hear him over their own sounds. Tony watches on, occasionally eating some delicious Doritos~

Tony: HAHAHAHAHA!!!

~Bash giggles as he gets down on all fours and starts taking off down the halls, rounding the corners continuing upon his coddiwomple. He decides to again use the walls to get to his feet, but he loses his balance and headbutts the wall. The spawn of Crash begins to wail, his cries echoing through the halls, when a pair of footsteps approach. A familiar Transatlantic accent of a previous OCW World Champion rings out~

???: “Bash? What’s wrong lil man? Oh there, there.”

~The figure lifts Bash up and we see it’s none other than SHE-LS. She winces and grimaces as she bends over to pick Bash up. She seems to be in some pain. She holds the baby close, patting his back as she calms him with some light shushing. Bash’s tantrum turns to slight sobbing, before quickly vanishing into content~

SHE-LS: “See, it’s ok, lil guy.”

~Bash reaches out, touching their face… errr mask. We can’t see it, but we certainly feel the smile radiating underneath. Bash giggles lightly, as he grabs the fabric tightly~

SHE-LS: “Quite a grip you got there.”

~Bash quickly pulls on the mask violently. SHE-LS does her best to secure her identity and not drop the young boy, but for a split second the mask comes up past their mouth, only for her to quickly conceal her face and hold Bash out at arms length~

SHE-LS: “Now that was a close one. Let’s get you back to your father, shall we?”

~We cut back to ringside~

Jones: SHE-LS running into Bash and securing the little guy. PTSD...they’re all babysitters, apparently.

Hood: A collective effort, I suppose. Although Crash isn’t in PTSD.

Jones: Well, maybe this will..ah heck, I dunno. SHE-LS did look like she was in pain. Kinda like she just went through a very excruciating ordeal.

Hood: Might be that time of the month, ya know?

Jones: HOOD!

Hood: What?!

Jones: Totally uncalled for. Ahem, anyway...alright fans, speaking of PTSD and their ever-increasing stable. They’re up next, set to defend one of their most prized possessions...the OCW Tag Titles.

Hood: Gotta beat up a Cult. That’s no easy feat.

Jones: Nope. It is not. It’s our main event. It’s for the Tag Titles! To the ring!

Main Event
Tag Team Championship
TMZ (c) (3-0) vs. The Machine Cult (3-0)

~It’s main event time and these fans in Chicago are ready! They stand, eagerly toward the ring, waiting for Belvedere to give them the green light to get hype. He clears his throat, and they go wild~

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen it is now time for our Main Event of the evening! The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall and it is for the OCW Tag Team Championship!! Introducing first…

~“Enter the Metal World” by Battle Beat hits the PA system as the lights go out save for a single spotlight at the top of the ramp. After a few moments, Supreme Machine walks through the curtain, stopping at the top of the ramp as Belinda Hargreaves and Jake Oswin follow him out onto the stage. The pair kneels in front of the masked monster, who nods approvingly before turning around and leaving. Oswin and Hargreaves stand up, look at each other and start making their way down the aisle, Hargreaves prancing and Oswin stalking. They climb into the ring and walk to its middle, Oswin dropping to one knee and Hargreaves laying down on her side in front of him~

Belvedere: The team of Belinda Hargreaves and Jake Oswin...The Machine Cult!!!

Jones: It’s been awhile since we’ve seen The Machine Cult. But, they look ready.

Hood: I’m sure they’ve been busy doing cult-like things.

Jones: And those would be?

Hood: I dunno, figured you’d know.

Belvedere: And, their opponents…

~ “Dream Weaver” hits and the fans give a big pop as they see Mike Zybala emerge from behind the curtain, standing on stage…he’s got a tag title around his waist. He pauses, looking out~

Jones: One half of the OCW Tag Team Champions.

Hood: Yea? Well, where’s the other half?

~WHERE THE HOOD AT by DMX hits! A strong pop as BOB GRENIER steps out, carrying the other OCW Tag Title over his shoulder. He looks at Zybala...they bump fists and make their way down the ramp...Zybala throwing Superkicks in the air as he’s, as always, very excited~

Jones: Bob Grenier is going to team with Zybala! PTSD using the Freebird rule!

Hood: So is this TMZ or PTSD? I’m fuckin confused.

Jones: I’m not sure. All I know is The Machine Cult has to defeat two OCW legends if they want those belts. It won’t be easy.

Hood: Winning gold around here never is.

Belvedere: The team of Bob Grenier and Mike Zybala...they are the OCW Tag Team Champions...they are TMZ representing PTSD!

Jones: Yea, that’s not complicated.

Hood: Zybala is the most complicated simple man I’ve ever known.

~Grenier and Zybala hit the ring! They pop to their feet and go right after The Cult! Belvedere exits the ring. Grenier pummels Oswin with right hands, sending him to the mat. Zybala chops Hargreaves, sending her to the mat. The two members of the Cult roll out of the ring and regroup outside as the OCW fans are on their feet, cheering for the two red and black icons~

Jones: Grenier and Zybala wasting no time in welcoming the Machine Cult to the tag team main event scene.

Hood: Waste not, want not. As they say.

Jones: The Cult’s going to have to regroup, quickly, if they want to avoid a disappointing foray into the OCW main event scene.

~Scruff manages to get Zybala and Grenier back into their corner. Grenier, still seething and fired up from his big match last night at Dead or Alive, is more aggressive and harder to corral than Zybala who looks at Scruff and pats him on the head. Let’s hope he didn’t just contract lice. Hargreaves and Oswin slowly re-enter...or, well, Oswin does, starting the match out for the Cult. Zybala tells Grenier to take the apron, knowing he went to war 24 hours ago in Tombstone, Arizona. The duo removes the tag titles and hand them over for Scruff to show off. Big pop from the crowd as the belts are then passed along to Belvedere and the bell sounds...which means, we’re underway~

Jones: And we’re finally underway. Great job by Scruff ensuring that order would be restored in short fashion.

Hood: I guess. After years of watching Scruff just LET SHIT GO...it’s gonna take a while for me to give the guy any credit.

Jones: He’s been our head ref for over 20 years for a reason, Hood.

Hood: Because he’s cheap.

~Zybala reaches out to grab Oswin, a little more nonchalant than he probably should be, and Oswin responds with a flurry of violent right and lefts into Zybala’s head!! The former OCW owner, commission, and current tag champion stumbles into the ropes! Oswin is in full on attack/assault mode! He’s got Zybala reeling...he whips him off the ropes, but Zybala reverses. Oswin hits the ropes, fires toward Mike...Mike throws a SUPERKICK but Oswin slides underneath and pops up behind Mike, hooking him around the waist. Zybala throws a back elbow...Oswin dodges it and leans in with a headbutt into the back of Mike’s head, staggering the champion. The fans all anticipate some high impact move...but Oswin pulls Mike’s arm behind his back and then sweeps Zybala’s legs, sending the OCW icon face down onto the mat. He holds onto Mike’s arm, dropping to his knees, keeping Mike pinned to the mat~

Jones: Oswin isn’t much of a high impact move specialist...or whatever you wanna call it. He’s keener on joint manipulation. Torture, basically.

Hood: Oh great, some of this boring type of wrestling. Doesn’t he know he’s supposed to torture his opponent and NOT the fans.

Jones: You have the attention span of a gnat. If you actually paid attention, you’d find this form of wrestling to be highly entertaining.

Hood: Why do gnats get such a bad rap, man? For all we know they may have GREAT attention spans.

~Mike yells out as Jake twists and contorts Mike’s arm behind his body. Zybala reaches out...he extends his legs, but there’s no lifeline. Oswin has his knee jammed into Mike’s back, putting a ton of pressure in a painful area. Mike’s face tells the story, he’s straight up NOT HAVING A GOOD TIME. Scruff doesn’t even ask because he knows nobody is winning a title match with an arm bar, no matter how painful. Grenier leans in, watching...getting frustrated. Zybala finally gets tired of being bullied by the youngster...he shows off some of that OLD MAN strength and he shoves his free hand into the mat, pushing himself up. Oswin, taken back a bit by Zybala’s strength and belligerence, stands up, relinquishing his position of power. Zybala forces his way to his feet...Oswin still has his arm. Zybala starts to throw a back elbow but stops and throws a mule kick into Oswin’s knee!! Oswin is faked out and gets hit! He staggers back, holding his knee...Zybala is free! The fans pop! Zybala favors right arm...he backs up, leaning into the ropes...he ricochets off and charges forward...but Oswin takes him down with a drop toe hold!! Zybala’s face smacks into the mat and, once again, Oswin grabs Zybala’s right arm and yanks it behind his back, reassuming the previous position of power~

Jones: Zybala with a temporary reprieve but Oswin, showing tremendous discipline went right back to the hold.

Hood: Yea, that’s gotta be frustrating, especially for Zybala because we all know the dude has ADD or ADHD or whatever...maybe both.

Jones: Kinda rude and reckless to diagnose someone like that on air, Hood.

Hood: Rude and Reckless. Think I might start a band and use that as our name.

~Zybala’s head is up against the mat. His arm behind his back. He looks up and over at Grenier, who is imploring him to get up. The fans start to clap, urging Zybala on. Oswin is really cranking on that arm, bending that shoulder...the shoulder looks prone to pop at any second. Belinda looks on, confident. Zybala kicks his foot against the mat a few times, showing frustration. He closes his eyes and grits his teeth...with a grunt he pushes himself up and to his knees! The fans pop. Oswin repositions behind Zybala, holding onto his arm...Zybala gets to one knee...then to his feet! Oswin jerks on the arm, Zybala stumbles...but he fights through the pain shooting through his body to spin around and yank Oswin forward into the ropes. Oswin hits the ropes, bounces off and Zybala hits him with a dropkick!!! Oswin falls to the mat! The fans go wild!! Zybala pops back to one knee, but he holds onto his right arm and shoulder~

Jones: Great determination and grit by Zybala to fight through that...but his right arm is in pain. Clearly weakened by Jake Oswin.

Hood: No doubt. He’s a one armed man, Jones. Which means he’s guilty.

Jones: Guilty of what?!

Hood: Too many crimes to list.

~Oswin scrambles to his feet...Zybala fights back to his. Oswin reaches for Zybala’s right arm but Zybala spins around and throws a back kick into Oswin’s gut!! Oswin doubles over. Zybala uses his left hand to slug Oswin across the face...it sends Oswin stumbling into the ropes. Zybala grabs Oswin by the left hand to whip him off the ropes but Oswin reverses, reaches out, and rips down on Zybala’s right arm!!! Zybala yells out, stumbling to one knee, gripping his right arm. Oswin hurries to his corner and he tags Belinda into the match! Belinda eagerly enters. Belinda hits the ropes...she bounces off and throws her body at Zybala with a dropkick! As she hits him, Oswin takes him down with a leg sweep! A sweet combo called Hi-Lo!!! The crowd pops for the synchronized BEATING. Zybala is down...Belinda makes the cover...Scruff slides in~

1!

2!

KICK OUT!

Jones: Kick out by Zybala. He’s getting tested, Hood. Many think TLS carried him to his first championship victory in OCW. Now, he’s out there without the man that helped propel him to this spot. Can he sustain?

Hood: I mean, he’s out there with Grenier, so that should help...even if Bob’s been on a ridiculous losing streak as of late.

Jones: Bob’s been trying to bring JAM G up much like TLS helped raise Zybala. But I guess that’s on the backburner for now as he’s, evidently, living by the rule ‘if you can’t beat em, join em’.

~Oswin is out of the ring, in his team’s corner. Belinda doesn’t let the nearfall bother her. She grabs onto Zybala’s right arm and twists it, returning to her feet. Zybala is laying on the mat, on his side as she twists and turns his arm. Mike’s, once again, in trouble. Bob slaps the top turnbuckle in his team’s corner, trying to beat some momentum into this match. Mike struggles, getting to one knee...he rolls forward...he rolls forward...he flips over, breaks free, grabs Belinda’s arm and twists as hard as she can! She flips over and lands on her back!! The fans go wild!! Zybala stumbles into a corner, holding his right arm...it’s a neutral corner. Grenier extends his arm as far as it’ll go, yelling at Mike to make the tag~

Jones: Tremendous agility by Mike to twist, turn, and flip his way out of that arm bar. Now, if he can get the tag, this match will change dramatically.

Hood: Yep, tag the pothead in there, Mike. He’s your only hope.

Jones: Meanwhile, Belinda’s gotta get up and grab hold of Mike. Everything they’ve built thus far could vanish with one tag.

~Mike heads that way. He’s leaning against the ropes, shielding his right arm from the ring out of instinct, slowly making his way to Grenier when out of nowhere Belinda throws her body into him! She slams right into his ribs...the momentum taking both competitors through the ropes and to the floor on the outside! The fans go wild over the violence and uncontrolled nature of the impact! Both competitors are down, outside...Zybala holding his arm. Belinda laying on her side. Grenier, sick and tired of doing nothing, hops off the apron, heading that way. As he reaches the scene of the crime he looks up and sees Oswin~

Jones: Belinda throwing her body on the line to prevent a tag. A crash outside and now we’ve got a staredown between Oswin and Grenier.

Hood: Bob needs to relax. If, by some miracle, Mike’s ever able to make a tag, he needs to be ready.

Jones: Good point. Although Bob doesn’t look anywhere near the coast of ‘calm’ right now.

~Oswin and Bob greet each other with fists, brawling outside the ring with Mike and Belinda at their feet. Bob’s heavy handed fists send Jake stumbling back, into the steps. Bob grabs Jake by the arm and he slings him into the barricade...Oswin hits hard. Belinda, meanwhile, crawls for the apron, using the cloth to pull herself up. She sees Mike still down and yanks him up with his right arm, Mike yelling from the pain. She slings him back into the ring...Zybala rolls toward the center of the ring, holding his right arm. Belinda hops up onto the apron~

Jones: Bob venting his frustrations on Jake...meanwhile Belinda has Mike back in the ring.

Hood: Bob needs to keep his focus where it matters. He can beat Jake up all he wants but if Mike gets pinned by Belinda, this shit is over.

Jones: Yep.

~Mike is slow to his feet, holding onto his right arm...Belinda leaps up and springboards off the top rope!! She flies toward Mike and grabs him by the head, spinning around for a Tornado DDT! But Mike fights and stays on his feet...he tosses Belinda off of him, into the air...she comes back down, grabs his right arm and falls to the mat, bringing his right arm across her knees!!! Mike snaps back onto the mat, holding his right arm in pain...he crawls for his team’s corner, but Bob isn’t there. Bob’s punching Jake in the head. Fans at ringside yell and point. Bob looks over and sees Mike in position for a tag. Bob is like ‘oh shit’ and he hurries that way~

Jones: Bob out of position! He’d better hurry so Mike can get out of there!

Hood: Geezus, Bob! Situational awareness! C’mon!

~Grenier runs around the steps. Belinda gets to her feet, and she runs for Mike. Bob leaps onto the apron...he reaches to tag Mike but Belinda jumps onto Mike from behind, wraps her legs around his head and takes him over, into the center of the ring with an Inverted Frankensteiner!!! Mike’s head SPIKES on the mat before he comes to rest front first on the canvas. Belinda crawls forward and pushes Mike over, making the cover. Scruff slides in~

1!

2!

3...NO!

Jones: Kick out! Mike kicked out!

Hood: Bob was THIS close to pissing the entire PTSD stable off. I mean, c’mon, you join like a week ago only to turn around and LOSE the tag titles. Wake up, Bob!

Jones: It would’ve been a rough debut. No doubt about it.

~Belinda is on her knees, looking at Scruff...that felt like that should’ve been three. Zybala rolls over, holding his shoulder, facing the mat. Belinda gets to her feet, and she looks for Jake. He’s leaning up against the guardrail, shaking his head...the stiff punches from Grenier still ringing in his ears. She slaps her hands together and yells at him to get into position. Jake looks up and sees her, ready for a tag...to continue their climb to the tag team mountaintop. Oswin shoves off the guardrail and makes his way to his team’s corner. He marches up the steps...Belinda yells at him to pick up the pace. He does. She reaches out and she tags Oswin into the match! Belinda turns around and BAM!! SUPERKICK!!! Zybala unloads his patented Superkick right into Belinda...she flies backward, into Jake as he’s entering the ring, sending him flying off the apron to the floor!! The fans go wild!! Mike falls to all fours...he looks up, Bob’s got his hand out. The fans chant “MIKE! MIKE! MIKE!” They’re urging him to make the tag~

Jones: Zybala with the massive SUPERKICK! Belinda is down! Jake is down! Can Zybala make the tag?

Hood: Kinda feel like it’s now or never.

Jones: Can’t argue that.

~Zybala starts to crawl...slowly and slowly. Jake gets to his feet and he looks up and sees Zybala heading for the tag with Belinda down in their corner. Oswin springs forward and he slides into the ring. He crawls for Zybala’s legs but Mike kicks him away and dives forward MAKING THE TAG!! The fans go wild!! Bob steps into the ring. Oswin scrambles to his feet...once he reaches them, he gets punched in the face once, twice, three times...Bob whips him off the ropes...Oswin sprints across the ring, he bounces off the ropes, Bob catches him, spins around and BOOM! HUGE SPINEBUSTER!! The crowd goes wild! Bob pops to one knee, staring down at Jake~

Jones: Massive spinebuster by Bob Grenier! This match has just been completely turned around!

Hood: The Cult has to stay focused. They’re in uncharted waters.

Jones: Winds have picked up. Water is choppy. It’s time to sink or swim.

~Grenier grabs Jake by the hair and pulls him to his feet. He slings Jake into a corner. Jake hits hard. We catch sight of Belinda on one knee, in her team’s corner. Mike is still laying on the apron. Grenier charges in with a HUGE splash into Jake. He climbs to the middle rope and punches Jake in the head over and over and over. He hops off and backs up...Oswin stumbles toward Bob. Bob hooks him and tosses him over with a Snap Suplex!! Jake lands hard, arching his back in pain~

Jones: Grenier has Oswin on the ropes. We might see a pin soon.

Hood: Yep, the heat from that hot tag is still there...but the longer this goes, the more it begins to cool.

Jones: The time to take advantage is now

~Bob is already back on his feet. He pulls Jake to his...he boots Jake in the gut and brings him in, looking to hoist him up for Hollinger Park Hangman! Belinda sees what’s about to go down and she gets to her feet and tries to enter into the ring. Scruff rushes in to stop her. Jake drops to one knee and he hits Bob with a low blow!! The fans boo!!! Bob doubles over and turns around...Oswin hits the ropes, bounces off and he hits Bob in the back of the head with a massive forearm!! Bob falls to the mat~

Jones: C’mon, Scruff!

Hood: Told ya. He’s the best worst referee in the history of this sport.

~Zybala steps into the ring, holding his shoulder. Belinda yells and points...Scruff turns around and sees Mike heading into the ring. He rushes over to cut him off. Jake looks over at Belinda...she steps into the ring. Jake pulls Bob off the mat~

Jones: Scruff! Regain the order of this match, hurry! The tag titles are on the line!

Hood: haha man he’s so out of sorts right now. Shit’s moving too fast for him in his old age.

~Jake kicks Bob in the gut and brings him in for a suplex. Belinda hops up onto the middle rope...she then climbs to the top. Jake hoists Bob up for a suplex~

Jones: Crashing Down! Their patented suplex/cross body combo!

~Zybala spins Scruff around and points at Belinda! Scruff rushes over to stop her from jumping off. Jake turns around with Bob in the air, in the suplex position...Zybala lunges forward, and he hits Jake with a SUPERKICK!!! Jake falls back with Bob landing on top of him! Belinda yells and points...Scruff sees Bob on top of Jake. He dives in for the count!!! Belinda runs in to break it up but Zybala, like Brenda earlier, throws his body into her, wiping her out of the picture...Scruff makes the count with the fans chanting along~

1!

2!

3!!!!!

~The bell rings~

Belvedere: Here are your winners...AND STILL OCW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS...TMZ!!!!!

Jones: They retained! Once again!

Hood: Thanks to blatant incompetence by Scruff. Geezus.

Jones: The Machine Cult was game, but Bob and Mike were able to withstand the younger team’s game plan and emerged victorious. This run of dominance by PTSD continues.

Hood: That it does.

~Jake rolls out of the ring, landing outside next to Belinda. Mike rolls into the ring, holding his right arm. He helps a bewildered Bob to his feet and raises his hand in the air...the two OCW icons have their arms held high as the tag titles are handed back to them. The fans are going crazy but not for the reason you might think.~

Jones: Look out!

~From out of the crowd comes Garry ‘Ray-Ray’ Nelson and HOW LSD Champion Jace Parker Davidson. Each man has a steel chair in hand as they slide into the ring behind both Bob Grenier and Mike Zybala. Before either man can react, they are leveled with steel chair shots to the back of the head that floor them.~

Hood: We get the man that wants to own OCW twice in one night? Truly, we are blessed!

Jones: These two OCW legends just had a grueling match. They do not deserve this!

Hood: Turnabout is fair play. Bob went into HOW territory and threatened to literally take a shit on one of their belts and Zybala is guilty of helping screw JPD out of the OCW Savage Championship belt!

~’Ray-Ray’ and JPD continue to wear out the fallen members of PTSD with the steel chairs as members of the EPU come racing down the ramp towards ringside. The crowd is cheering wildly for the famous HOW enforcers and the LSD Champion. The EPU makes quick work of members of The Machine Cult then stand guard in case other members of PTSD or the OCW decide to try and be heroes.~

Jones: I hate what happened to Marcus Welsh to start our show but this is what happens when you do business with members of High Octane Wrestling.

Hood: Excuse you? It was just earlier that JPD allowed Marcus Welsh to leave the ring unharmed. It’s time that the OCW roster steps up because the competition is going to come flooding through our doors.

~’Ray-Ray’ and JPD drop their steel chairs onto the canvas. ‘Ray-Ray’ grabs a hold of Grenier by the hair and pulls him up to his hands and knees. ‘Ray-Ray’ shoves Grenier’s head between his legs then spikes him onto the steel chair with the John Deere Driver. Grenier is lifelessly on the mat after the piledriver onto the chair as JPD grabs a hold of Zybala and pulls him up to a vertical base. Zybala tries to fight back with right hands to JPD, but his effort is soon snuffed out with a knee to the midsection from JPD. With Zybala doubled over, JPD hooks both arms and plants Zybala with Unscripted Violence down onto the steel chair. JPD gets to his feet and is handed a microphone from one of the EPU members.~

Jones: You would think after what happened at Truth or Consequences this man would have learned his lesson but this is just disgusting!

Hood: Get used to it because even Thaddeus Duke can’t fire JPD. And from the way things ended earlier it seems like he doesn’t want to either!

~JPD picks up the chair off of the canvas and places the top of it directly onto Zybala’s throat. The 10% owner of OCW flails his arms trying to get oxygen to his lung but JPD leans his body weight onto the chair and raises the microphone to his lips.~

Davidson: Hey Zybala, you piece of shit, remember me?! I’m the guy that you decided to attack before my match at Truth or Consequences. You know, after I had already main evented a match in HOW and became the LSD Champion? And if that wasn’t enough you then tried to superkick me after the match against fake Amick was over.

~The crowd boo’s loudly here in Chicago over the antics of Mike Zybala because people in Chicago are smart. JPD turns and looks over at ‘Ray-Ray’ who is standing tall over the fallen Bob Grenier.~

Davidson: Now my boy Ray-Ray here, he didn’t get the win earlier tonight and he’s pretty pissed off about that. He’s pissed off at that idiot Brett Daniels and a majority of this OCW roster. That’s why Bob Grenier just got dropped on his head. Which is harsh seeing as just last night Clay Byrd wrapped a bull rope around his neck and tried to literally hang him over the top rope. But I’m sure he’ll just rub some dirt in it and be ready to take on Scott Stevens at Chaos 006.

~The crowd cheers again at the mention of HOW’s upcoming Chaos event but JPD turns his attention back down to Zybala.~

Davidson: This whole PTSD thing? It’s fucking adorable, the fact that you guys use your little freebird rule. That you’re building an entire army to stop what exactly? Little old me? Well, if that’s the case I gotta tell you. You’re going to need way more people. Speaking of… just where are your buddies, Mike? Where are the millions of other PTSD members? Nowhere here to save your scrawny ass? Are they too busy to help one of their own? Or are they only tough when they have half the roster on their side against one man?

Jones: He knows that isn’t true!

Hood: What happened at Truth or Consequences say different!

Davidson: You should have left well enough alone Mike. You should have let TLS be your mouthpiece and stayed in your lane. Honestly, you should have stayed down in the Outsiders with the rest of the jobbers and been long forgotten. But after you got your little cheap shots in you had to run your mouth. You had to offer tag titles shots to any and everyone on the roster instead of the ones that really deserve those belts. You can’t run forever, Zybala. PTSD can’t be protected by Marcus Welsh anymore and Thaddeus doesn’t give a damn about you guys. You are a dying breed Zybala and soon OCW as a whole will be cleansed of its infestation of insects like yourself. It will be a place where only the strong survive and it will be ruled by me and considered a part of something greater. A part of High Octane Wrestling!

Crowd: HOW! HOW! HOW! HOW! HOW!

~The crowd is deafening but Zybala continues to struggle for air and somehow fight back against JPD.~

Davidson: I bet you want to superkick me, don’t you? Just like before my OCW Savage Championship match? Just like you tried to do after the match was over? Well, superkick me now Mike. SUPERKICK ME RIGHT IN THE FACE YOU SORRY EXCUSE FOR A PROFESSIONAL WRESTLER! SUPERKICK ME!!!

~JPD takes the chair and begins to jam it repeatedly right into the throat of Mike Zybala. Garry Nelson has to walk over and pull JPD away from Zybala before he literally murders the 10% owner of OCW. JPD composes himself then raises the microphone again.~

Davidson: It might be next week, it might be at the MIX, it could be afterwards. One way or another we will get our shot at those belts. I don’t care what combination of PTSD shows up for the fight, the results will be the same. I am going to take your 10% ownership of OCW, I’m going to take those OCW World Tag Team Championship belts, and most importantly. I am going to take Online Championship Wrestling and there isn’t a Zybala, a PTSD member, or a goddamn Strader that can stop me.

~JPD drops the microphone as he and Garry Nelson grab a hold of the OCW World Tag Team Championship belts off of the canvas. They raise the belts high into the air and stand over the fallen members of PTSD.~

Hood: Statement made.

Jones: More like criminal assault and I don’t have the faith in me to believe that Thaddeus Duke is going to lift a finger about this. The OCW roster hangs in the balance between our 90% majority owner and a maniacal egomaniac representing PWA and HOW. There is a dark cloud hanging over OCW and I don’t like this at all.

Hood: I'm not even sure Thad can physically LIFT a finger right now, to be honest. A fact that's probably got Sahara super depressed.

Jones: Well, I'm no doctor so I'm not going to speculate. Regardless, it appears JPD and Ray-Ray are determined to get a tag title shot...and with JAM G and The Machine Cult out of the way...they might be next in line. Alright fans, big time statement made here tonight with heavy tag team title implications. Let's cut to one final commercial break and when we return we'll be treated with, 'something special' in tonight's closing segment. At least, that's what I've been told. So much mystery...we'll be right back with the end of Massacre, after this!

~JPD and Garry Nelson place the titles over their shoulders as the crowd cheers the HOW Hall of Famer and his partner here in Chicago as the camera fades.~

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~The lights flicker and " Every Breath You Take by the Police" , plays as TLS appears at the entrance way. The he gets a mixed reaction from the crowd as a spotlight shines and follows him to the ring.~

Jones: And we’re back for tonight’s closing segment which I was TOLD would be an a cappella performance of ‘What is Love’ by Haddaway….but instead, we’re getting TLS? What is he doing out here now?

Hood: He's probably going to introduce a new member to PTSD.

~TLS slides under the ring and stands in the center of the ring.~

TLS: I know everyone would have loved to see TLS and Kali fight for the World title next month. I earned the right to do so when I defeated Zybala and Brim at Truth or Consequences. Kali and I would love nothing more than to get in that ring and beat the living hell out of each other. But Marcus Welsh, before he was forced into selling his stake in the company, I might add, gave me an offer I couldn't refuse. Marcus Welsh gave me an Oh Shit contract.

Hood: Oh SHIT!

Jones: we haven't seen one of these in awhile.

~TLS reaches into his jacket and pulls out a piece of paper.~

TLS: This contract here gives me the option to cash in the title match that I earned, anytime anyplace. In return I've agreed to…

~ Suddenly "Backbreaker" by Fit For A King blares over the PA. The crowd explodes as Outcast sprints down the ramp heading straight for TLS. Outcast slides into the ring and TLS is waiting on him with a big right hand. Outcast ducks the shot from TLS and as TLS turns around Outcast begins hammering him with lefts and rights~

~Outcast hammers TLS until he hits the ropes and falls through the ropes to the outside. TLS stumbles to his feet just in time for Outcast to sling shot himself over the top rope with a body press onto TLS. ~

Hood: Oh shit!

Jones: We've moved past that announcement Hood.

Hood: Outcast looks pissed!

Jones: Well, they did jump him last week, in the main event. And tonight wasn’t much better. Sure, he’s won his last two matches, but both have been interrupted. I’m sure he’s not a happy camper.

Hood: If that dude were in a camp right now, Voorhees would be like “nah, I’m good.”

~ Outcast has mounted TLS and is hammering away with right hands. Outcast pulls TLS up to his feet and rolls him into the ring. Outcast sees a fan in the front row wearing a PTSD shirt, and Outcast grabs him and throws him to the ground and then grabs the man's chair and rolls back into the ring. Outcast lifts the chair over his head when Zybala, Grenier, SHE-LS, and Helena Handbasket begin running down the ramp. Outcast turns to favs them, prepared to fight off PTSD. ~

Hood: Here comes the calvary for TLS. Outcast is about to catch another beat down from PTSD.

Jones: WAIT, IT LOOKS LIKE OUTCAST HAS REINFORCEMENTS!

~ As PTSD get to ringside Ed Houston, Callaway, Crash, and CJ O'Donnell are already heading down the entrance way. PTSD turns to see Paramount coming for them and they meet them and a wild brawl begins. O'Donnel and Grenier, Houston and Zybala, Callaway and Handbasket, and Crash and SHE-LS are all paired off brawling and Outcast turns back to TLS~

~As Outcast turns around TLS is there with a kick to the gut. Outcast doubles over dropping the chair. TLS grabs the chair and slams it into the back of Outcast, dropping Outcast to his knees. TLS drops the chair to the mat, grabs Outcast, and lifts him up for the Soulbuster. Outcast spins put and drops down behind TLS. TLS turns around right to a kick to the balls from Outcast. Outcast hooks TLS and drops him with the Burnout (package piledriver) onto the steel chair~

~Outcast stands to his feet over TLS, looking down at TLS with a smirk. Suddenly the crowd erupts with boos as Killa Kali jumps out of the crowd and slides into the ring behind Outcast. Before Outcast knows what is happening, Kali hooks Outcast and drops him with Da Cop Killa. Kali spins up to his feet standing over Outcast and laughing. ~

Jones: Outcast thought he had the last laugh only for the OCW Champion to emerge out of nowhere and lay him out with the move that put Bifford down!

Hood: Oh man...does this mean?

Jones: Outcast against Killa Kali?

Hood: Sign me the fuck up!

Jones: I’m sure we’ll get official word on that. But, if so, TLS just played this thing like a mastermind. There’s no way those two don’t damn near kill each other in an OCW Title Match. The perfect opportunity for…

Hood: Me to yell OH SHIT HERE COMES TLS

Jones: Yep. One final act by Marcus Welsh before the axe fell. He may have just ensured that come hell or high water TLS will, in fact, one day wear the OCW Title.

Hood: Welsh is gone. TLS has the Oh Shit Contract. Outcast and Kali are suddenly at odds. Stable wars are full throttle. Bash is running wild. Thad’s injured. Easton is all like ‘FUCK THE AUTHORITY’...am I missing anything?

Jones: JPD is trying to take OCW down from within. And...THE MIX STARTS NEXT WEEK!

Hood: Fuck yea...the MIX and a Craze Title match. August is heating up.

Jones: The summer doldrums are at an end. It’s time to get focused...these next few weeks are gonna be wild. We’ll see you all next Monday at Massacre, folks!

~We get one final image of OCW Champion Killa Kali holding his title high with Outcast down, at his feet. The brawling continues outside the ring. We fade out~