OCW Presents: Massacre
LIVE! August 22nd 2022
FROM TD Center
In Boston, Massachusetts

~As the show opens, we go to backstage interviewer extraordinaire Who’Re in the parking lot~

Who’Re: Hey, fans! It’s Who’Re here - hoping to get an exclusive chat to Dylan Thomas and the rest of the A-List Family. Obviously Dylan is wrestling newcomer Diana Watts tomorrow night on Equality and Lord Allton is of course the General Manager of Equality and the special host welcoming everyone to tomorrow’s momentous event! It’s going to be a great night, fans don’t miss it! Oh is that - yes! The A-List limo is just arriving!

~As this is said the famous green limousine that the A-List use when they’re all together pulls up nearby and Who’Re sprints over as fast as she can. The OCW Faithful in the arena cheers as Dylan and Lissandra step out and they are dressed to the nines tonight~

Who’Re: Dylan! Lissandra!

~Dylan shuts the door after Lissandra climbs out and the two of them smile at Who’Re~

Lissandra: Good evening, Who’Re.

Dylan: Hi, Who’Re.

Who’Re: Hi, guys. Dylan… if I may ask… are you at all apprehensive about tomorrow night?

Dylan: Apprehensive? Who’Re… It’s always smart to be a little wary of your opponent - after all anything can happen on any given night. That’s how this business works. But no… I’m not worried about tomorrow. I’m used to the big stage, the bright lights…

Lissandra: Honestly, we’re more worried about Diana Watts herself. This is her debut match of course. Can she hack it in OCW? Only time will tell, now, won’t it?

~The Thomas’s smile at this~

Dylan: But that’s not to say that we don’t wish her well of course. She’s obviously got something about her to even be here in OCW. And I for one cannot wait to put Miss Watts through her paces.

~By now, Lord Allton’s personal support worker Bill has got Lord Allton out of the limo and he wheels over in his chair (not Quinn, it won’t fit in the limo) with Tank and the Larossia brothers in tow~

Who’Re: Ah, Lord Allton. Good evening.

Allton: Miss Ray, how are you?

Who’Re: Good thank-you. You know, you’re the only one who greets me as ‘Miss Ray’.

Allton: That IS your name, is it not? ‘Who Ray’?

Who’Re: Well yes… but they normally just say ‘Whore’.

~Allton shakes his head~

Allton: Some people are so rude. There is an apostrophe in your name, though. Does no-one read these days?

~Who’Re gasps in shock there’s actually someone who agrees with her and what she’s been saying for SO many years!~

Allton: Anyway, can I help you with anything?

Who’Re: I….uh….

~Allton coughs a little~

Allton: Yes?

Who’Re: I -I just wanted to know if you were ready for hosting duties tomorrow night?

~Allton smiles at Who’Re and nods his head~

Allton: Miss Ray, aren’t I always? If you will excuse me, I have some paperwork to sort out before Equality tomorrow night.

~He turns to Dylan and Lissandra just as his phone begins to ring~

Allton: I’ll see you two inside. Come to my office when you have a moment. Excuse me. Yes, Mr. O’Donnell…?

~Allton wheels away with his bodyguards in tow. Frankie fistbumps Dylan on the way past~

Dylan: See you in the Marcus Welsh tournament bro.

Who’Re: Oh, I saw your new TV show the other night! How big did you say your pool was?

Lissandra: Eighty feet.

~Who’Re whistles, impressed~

Who’Re: Just so you know Diana Watts is already here.

Dylan: That’s good. Hopefully she sticks around for tomorrow as well.

~Dylan chuckles lightly. He then looks straight into the camera~

Dylan: Diana. I hope you can ‘dance’ better than you can dance. Welcome to OCW. Good luck kid. Later Who’Re.

Lissandra: We’ll catch up later, Who’Re.

~Who’Re nods with a smile as the Thomas’s walk into the arena, high-fiving lucky fans still in the parking lot as they go~

Who’Re: Jones, Hood, back to you.

Jones: And the Thomas' are backstage, no doubt getting a feel for the venue as Dylan prepares for his big match tomorrow night against Diana Watts.

Hood: Yea, Dylan's been pretty quiet lately but he's in the MIX next week and a tune up tomorrow night isn't the worst idea.

Jones: Nope. I'm sure he'll be keeping a close watch on all the MIX Qualifiers tonight. We've got four of them, folks! Four teams will advance to THIS Sunday's PPV while four teams will see their MIX hopes crushed.

Hood: And don't forget the main event!

Jones: Of course not. Crash Rodriguez pulls double duty tonight...starting off with his MIX Qualifier and ending the evening with an attempted title defense as he puts the Craze Title on the line against Helena Handbasket. Helena, as you may remember, earned her shot by defeating JAM G, Ball Ball, and Claudius Augustus at Truth or Consequences last month.

Hood: Some people think it's tough winning a belt. Well, try defending it. Crash is about to find out just how hard that is.

Jones: Yep. We've got a packed show...so packed it had to be split into two nights! Sit back and enjoy as Night 1 rolls on!

~Cutting to the backstage area. We see a close up shot of the OCW Savage Championship plate. Zooming out we see the belt is draped over the champion’s shoulder. PIC is seen looking over some papers while walking down the hall. As it zooms out further we see OCW TV producer Adi Gold walking beside him. Adi begins handing PIC even more paperwork as he looks at her frustrated.~

PIC: More paperwork, Adi? I don’t want to seem rude but I’ve got something I need to do. I thought you emailed everything over to Willie. Can we speed this thing along?

Adi Gold: Well... that's up to you PIC! You think I came all the way to Boston for the two night OCW Massacre mediocre wrestling shows? No. I am here to get you to sign this OCW TV deal. I'm here to help you. Help me, help you. Hellllllp me. Help youuuuu!

~PIC stops, taking his eyes off the paperwork and looking at Adi perplexed.~

PIC: Wait... are you doing Jerry Maguire right now??

Adi Gold: No...

PIC: Sounds a bit like Jerry Maguire. Rom-com quotes are my gimmick, remember?

~PIC chuckles. Adi awkwardly pulls on her vee-neck collar on her blouse. He starts walking again as she scurries to keep up.~

Adi Gold: Yeeeeeah... right. Look... just sign these multi-million dollar and multi-year contracts and we can make PIC an even bigger star around the world than you already are. All the TV, movies, and the best hair product endorsements you could ask for. You know that sexy mane of yer's needs to be seen by more people? You know this. I know this... Don't think of it as selling 'OUT' to OCW TV... but as selling 'IN' with us.

~Adi nods, confidently winking at PIC. He adjusts his hair as he comes to a stop next to a door.~

PIC: Look, Adi. Can we talk about this later? Better yet, just email the stuff to Willie. bigwilliestylez69@geocities.com. I need to deal with this right now.

~The camera zooms out just a little further, revealing a nameplate that reads “Thaddeus Duke”. PIC goes to knock, but thinks better of it. He mouths “screw it” and barges into the office, shutting the door in Adi’s face.~

Adi Gold: PIC! COME BACK HERE! PIC!!!! What the HELL just happened...?

~The scene cuts to the inside of Thad’s office as PIC walks in.~

Thad: PIC… you’re early. I wasn’t expecting you until later this evening.

PIC: Well I’m here now.

~Thad is caught a bit off guard but motions for PIC to take a seat. PIC takes him up on the offer then begins speaking.~

PIC: I appreciate you taking the time to speak with me. There are some issues that I have, and that I know a lot of the roster has, that I wanted to speak to you about. I know sometimes rumors can get started and people can project their own thoughts onto others. I don’t want that happening here.

Thad: Of course, it’s very important that the lines of communication remain open between the owner… and his employees.

PIC: Ok then. I know you heard my message last week about Easton. The guy has earned a shot at my belt and despite the issues you have with him, he deserves his opportunity—

~Just then, Thad’s cell begins to vibrate furiously on his desk. He cuts PIC off with a hand as he takes a look.~

Thad: Hmmm.

~Thad stands and turns to PIC.~

Thad: We’ll have to pick this up some other time. I need to go.

~Before PIC can respond, Thad shoves his phone in his pocket and leaves the room, leaving PIC sitting alone in his office.~

Jones: An abrupt ending to the meeting. It seems like something urgent is going down.

Hood: I hope one of our mighty owner's crypto's didn't take a big hit. Fingers crossed.

Jones: PIC never did get his answer. Easton's earned a shot at PIC's Savage Title. Will Thad allow it to happen?

Hood: Why? Easton's forfeited all his rights by laying his hands on the authority around here. Fuck that guy.

Jones: Thad could very well veto Easton's title shot. More has been taken away for less in OCW history, that's for sure. Alright, folks...the in-ring action begins after this commercial break! Stick around!

~The scene opens backstage. Thad and Sahara are rushing through the hallway and round a corner. Just up the hall, Cyrus Braddock appears to be unconscious on the floor as the two reach him.

HOOD: This can’t be good.

SAHARA: What the hell happened?

~Thad doesn’t answer as he looks up at the slightly opened locker room door of CYPH3R. He shoves the door open and looks inside. Empty.

THAD: Where the hell is Cypher?

JONES: Probably hacking some MILF’s phone.

~He pulls his cell from his pocket and looks at the screen. The geomarker tracking his son is on the move.

THAD: I gotta go.

~Thad rushes off with Sahara hot on his heels.

SAHARA: Where are you going?

THAD: To follow the tracker.

SAHARA: I’m going with you!

THAD: I need you to stay here!

~They round a corner into the garage parking beneath the arena in Boston.

SAHARA: He’s my son too! I’m going!

THAD: He is, but you’re not. I need you here to handle things if something comes up.

~He swings the door open on his old Monte Carlo and sits in the driver seat.

THAD: You really think I’mma leave Leo in charge? Or worse yet, Zybala?

~Thad reaches beneath the drivers seat.

SAHARA: What are you gonna do when you find them?

~He reveals his Desert Eagle pistol.

THAD: I’mma put a bullet in the mother fuckers skull.

JONES: What the hell is going on here!?

~Thad starts the engine on the old Monte Carlo and slams his door shut. Backing out quickly, he smashes the gas. With the squeal of the rubber on pavement, Thaddeus Duke has left the building.

HOOD: Where is he going!?

~Sahara stands there looking worried. A few seconds later, Cypher appears beside her.

CYPH3R: What’s going on?

SAHARA: Frankie’s missing.

CYPH3R: Oh shit.

~She turns to him.

SAHARA: He was with you. Where were you?

CYPH3R: Bathroom.

~The Mix partners turn and head back into the arena as the scene fades back to ringside.

HOOD: The majority owner has vacated the premises!

JONES: Who the hell took that sweet boy!?

HOOD: I don’t know, but Thad’s locked and ready. When he finds him, I can’t imagine it’ll be a pretty scene!

JONES: We're less than one week away from the MIX which is taking place AT Thad's house and, well, things couldn't be more up in the air.

HOOD: Nope.

JONES: Alright folks, the drama is high. The tension is thick...so let's cut to the ring for our first MIX Qualifier of the tournament!

Mix Qualifier
(8) Crash Rodriguez & Ball Ball vs. (9) SEB & Sloane Taylor

~The fans here in Boston cheer wildly as we come back to the ringside area and Belvedere stands in the center of the ring holding his microphone.~

Belvedere: This is a Margarita Mix qualifying match and it’s scheduled for one fall!

Belvedere: Introducing first from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in tonight at 121lbs. Please welcome… SLOANEEEEEE TAYLORRRRR!!!

~Multi-color lights flash over the stage settling on pink, Sloane emerging from the back full of energy and all smiles. She stops on the stage and looks around her at the crowd, taking it all in before starting off down the ramp.~

Jones: This is a eight vs. nine match up here for the Mix and we see the in ring debut of Sloane Taylor otherwise known as The Sky Queen. She’s been a Champion in this business multiple times and tonight hopes to advance her with her partner.

Hood: Did you know she was a biter as well?

Jones: That’s a horrible thing to say!

Hood: But it’s true! She bit into the neck of Jason Cashe to win the PWV Disavowed Championship belt. She might have a sweet, innocent face but she’s literally a wild animal that hungers for the taste of flesh. Her eyebrows are kind of odd too.

~She greets the crowd, slapping hands and posing for quick selfies with the fans before rushing the ring. Sloane slides in under the bottom rope and springs to her feet, dancing around the ring and playing to the crowd, hyping them until her music ends.~

Belvedere: And her partner…

~The lights in the arena dip to black in time with the sirens and beat to the opening of Sweatpants (BattleTapes Remix) by Childish Gambino, the lights then beginning to flash, alternating left and right onto the ramp. In time, the letters "S", "E", "B", and then "Empire" flash one at a time on the big screen until the lights stop flashing as the lyrics hit.~

"She askin' “Why you say that?!”

~The beat drops and the lights flash on the rampway again. As they do, the screen illuminates with "SEB'' and then "EMPIRE" flashing on the screen~

"Rich kid asshole, paint me as a villain"

~Sebastian Everett-Bryce flings his arms wide, staring up with his head covered by the hood of his jacket. He stands in the middle of the ramp, the lights beating down on him, before looking out at the crowd. He wears a long jacket with the hood pulled up over his head, zipped to the waist. The jacket, which is cut away at the bottom and only runs down the back of his legs, is patterned with an elongated Union Flag, but it’s in black and white and appears to be cracked and broken. His tights are short, with the initials SEB emblazoned upon the front.~

Belvedere: From London, England, weighing in tonight at 238lbs. Please welcome… SEBASTIANNNNN EVERETTTTTTTT-BRYCEEEEEE!!!!

~The lights lift, and SEB makes his way to the ring, stretching his neck from side to side as he walks, his eyes focused on the ring. He climbs up the steps and steps through the ropes before standing in the middle of the ring.~

"I'm winnin', yeah, yeah, I'm winnin' (What?)
Rich kid, asshole, paint me as a villain"

Jones: Sebastian Everett-Brycee and a very accomplished wrestler in his own right. He’s competed all over the world and makes his OCW in ring debut tonight. His partner happens to be his own girlfriend and together they are a well oiled machine inside of the ring.

Hood: He is also a man that is best friends with our 90% majority owner Thaddeus Duke. He was the man that brought both Sebastian and Sloane here for the Mix. It’s going to be hard to pick against the team that is one of Thad’s personal favorites.

Jones: So, by your logic this Mix should come down to Sebastian and Sloane vs. Cypher and Sahara?

Hood: I’d bet your house on it.

Jones: You need to stop… wait, what?!

~He extends his arms once more before pulling back his hood and removing his jacket to reveal the back of his tights which read “S.E.B”~

"Don't be mad cause I'm doing me better than you doing you
Better than you doing you, fuck it, what you gon' do? (What?!)"

~He flashes his arms out to a side, a satisfied and somewhat sneery grin upon his face, he holds the position for a moment, to allow the crowd to take pictures, before moving towards his corner. Sebastian and Sloane embrace in their corner and talk about some last minute strategy as Belvedere raises the microphone again.~

Belvedere: And their opponents…

~Hooked on a feeling begins to play as a swarm of Goons run out from the stands onto the ramp.~

OOGA-CHAKA OOGA-OOGA
OOGA-CHAKA OOGA-OOGA
OOGA-CHAKA OOGA-OOGA
OOGA-CHAKA OOGA-OOGA

I can’t stop this feeling
Deep inside of me
Girl, you just don’t realize
What you do to me

~Lavar Ball runs out onto the stage ready to soak in the boos. He waves his arms like a windmill before bringing his hand to his ear facing the crowd. The lights turn black as the crowd boos.~

When you hold me
In your arms so tight
You let me know
Everything’s alright

IIIIIIIIIIIIII”MM

~The lights strobe in every color under the sun. Red and green fireworks blast from the sides of the stage. Ball Ball emerges from the stage, crip walking.~

HOOKED ON A FEELING!

Belvedere: Introducing first from Khartoum, Sudan, standing at a staggering 7’2, he's the tallest man to ever kick your ass, BALLLLLL BALLLLLLLL!!!!

~Ball Ball walks through the wave of Goons on the ramp, Lavar following close behind him with his hand still to his ear. The Goons start dapping him up and yelling their signature catch phrase.~

Goons: YESSSIIIRRRRR. YURRRRRRR.

Jones: Ball Ball entering his first ever Margarita Mix but he’s been on a bit of a losing streak as of late when it comes to competition. A win here tonight could do wonders for not only title opportunities in the future but for Ball Ball’s confidence as well.

Hood: That will depend on if he can follow the rules of a tag team wrestling match. Could you imagine if this idiot caused Crash a chance of winning the Margarita Mix by just coming into the ring without being tagged or asked to help at the time? It’ll be the biggest blunder since Sebastian Stone.

~As Ball Ball reaches the ring, he uses his lanky ass legs to step up onto the apron with ease, and in one stride, he steps over the top rope and into the ring. He reaches the center of the ring and stands ready in jump ball position as the music fades. Sebastian and Sloane stare at Ball Ball confused as to why he’s standing in the center of the ring like that as Belvedere raises the microphone.~

Belvedere: And his partner…

~“No Love” by the Death Grips begins to play, filling the arena with ritualistic thumps. The crowd begins stomping and clapping to the beat, just as Crash Rodriguez takes the stage with the OCW Craze Championship belt around his waist, as Louis Pohl carries Bash Rodriguez close behind. As the Crooked Man glances around, his lips curl into a crooked smile.~

Belvedere: From Kansas City, Missouri, weighing in tonight at 207 pounds, he is The Crooked Man and the OCW Craze Champion…CRASHHHHH RODRIGUEZZZZZ!!!

~Crash proudly pats the Championship belt around his waist as he makes his way up the steel ring steps and onto the ring apron. Crash wipes his feet on the apron then steps through the ropes and enters the ring. The Craze Champion gives a knowing nod to his tag team partner before heading towards the ropes to play to the crowd.~

Jones: The newly crowned Craze Champion Crash Rodriguez has his work cut out for him tonight. Even though this is our first match of the evening, win or lose he will be wrestling in the main event against Helena Handbasket with the OCW Craze Championship on the line. You have to believe he’s going to want to end this one early.

Hood: Crash is good but he’s no JPD. Wrestling twice in one night is a daunting task especially when one of the matches in a title defense in the main event of the evening. But look at how damn good that brand new Craze Championship belt looks! Would be a travesty if Crash doesn’t retain that belt and all he’s been through trying to win it.

~Crash takes off the Craze Championship belt and hands it to Scruff who hands it off to Belvedere as he exits the ring. Sebastian decides to start the match for his team as Sloane takes to the corner. Ball rests his hand on Crash’s shoulder and assures him that he’s got this under control. Crash smiles and takes to his corner as Scruff calls for the bell.~

DING DING

~Ball Ball and Sebastian walk to the center of the ring and the height difference is very apparent. Ball Ball decides to challenge Sebastian to a test of strength but once he lifts his hand into the air it’s clear there is no way in hell that Seb is going to be able to reach it. Ball Ball continues to try and egg on Sebastian but Seb instead begins firing off kicks to the leg of Ball Ball trying to bring the big man down to size. Ball Ball hops around on one leg a bit as Seb keeps kicking away. Ball Ball swings a wild clothesline but Sebastian ducks under it and wraps his arms around the waist and hits Ball Ball a saito suplex down to the canvas.~

Jones: Ball Ball tried to start off this match mocking Sebastian Everett-Bryce but Seb wasn’t having any of it and I think it stunned Ball Ball and the crowd here tonight. Seb means business here tonight and Ball Ball better take his opponent seriously.

Hood: If I was Ball Ball I would be shocked too if someone as small as Seb was able to take me off of my feet and suplex like that.

Jones: Seb actually has a slight weight advantage over Ball Ball.

Hood: Ball Ball is bigger where it counts.

~Ball Ball is shocked on the canvas as Sebastian yells at him to get back up to his feet. Ball Ball pulls himself back up to a vertical base and tries to lock up with Seb but Sebastian ducks under again and gets behind Ball Ball. Seb gets the waist lock but Ball Ball quickly counters with elbow shots to the side of the head. Seb absorbs the shots then releases the grip and hits Ball Ball with a stiff spine kick to the small of the back. Ball Ball arches his back in pain as Sebastian regains the waist lock. Sebastian muscles Ball Ball off of his feet and folds him up with a German suplex down to the canvas.~

Hood: I don’t think a man that tall and that skinny is meant to be slung into positions like that.

Jones: Sebastian Everett-Bryce asserting his dominance here in the opening moments of this Margarita Mix qualifier.

~Seb gets back up to his feet then grabs a hold of Ball Ball’s leg that he was kicking earlier and begins dropping repeated knees onto the targeted limb. Ball Ball’s arms are long enough to reach the bottom rope which forces Seb to let go of the leg. Ball Ball gets back up to his feet but Sebastian is quick to latch right back onto the leg. Seb bends the leg then lifts Ball Ball into the air and begins him down with a knee breaker. Ball Ball leans down and holds his leg in pain but Seb is like a rabid dog and grabs a hold of it again. Ball Ball tries to swat at Seb but Sebastian hits a dragon screw leg whip that takes Ball Ball back down to the canvas. Sensing he’s in trouble, Ball Ball gets up to one knee and reaches out for the tag to the Craze Champion but Seb grabs a hold of Ball Ball from behind. Seb rolls Ball Ball back into a school boy but instead of a pin attempt he rolls through and applies The Kings Road submission.~

Jones: The Kings Road, Sebastian’s version of the calf crusher is locked in the center of the ring. This one could be over before either Sloane or the Craze Champion even get into the match.

Hood: What is even more important in this situation is the fact that Ball Ball was trying to reach out to tag in Crash but now Seb has him in the center of the ring and facing the wrong corner. I don’t think Sloane is going to try to save Ball Ball with a tag.

~Scruff drops down and asks Ball Ball if he wants to give it up but Ball Ball shakes his head no as he screams in pain. Sebastian continues to crank back on the leg as Sloane cheers on her boyfriend from the ring apron. Ball Ball places his hands on top of his head trying to endure the pain of the submission but even he is only human. Just when it seems like Ball Ball is going to reach his breaking point Crash rushes into the ring and hits Seb with a stiff kick to the face that causes him to break the hold.~

Jones: Crash with the crucial save for his partner but what kind of damage has been done to the leg of Ball Ball?

Hood: If I was Ball Ball I’d roll out of the ring right now and get myself a break from the pace of this match and regroup. Slow things down and get Crash involved in this thing you guys are booted out of the Mix.

~Scruff forces Crash back to his corner as Sebastian gets back up to his feet. Seb grabs a hold of Ball Ball then drags them towards the corner before making the tag into Sloane. Seb sweeps Ball Ball legs out from under him as Sloane begins to climb to the top rope. Sloane balances herself on the top rope with her back turned to the ring. Sl oane leaps off the top rope and connects with Head in the Clouds down onto the leg of Ball Ball while Seb is holding it in place. Ball Ball howls in pain as Seb lets go and exits the ring. Slone grabs a hold of Ball Ball and begins to pull him back up to a vertical base but Ball Ball reaches out and grabs a hold of Sloane by the throat. Ball Ball gets up his feet on unsteady legs then goes to chokeslam Sloane but Sloane manages to free herself and transits into a sleeper hold. Ball Ball staggers around the ring with Sloane on his back as she tries to put the big man to sleep. Ball Ball leaps into the air and falls directly onto his back crunching Sloane between the canvas and his own body.~

Jones: Not the most technical means of getting out of a sleeper hold but effective nonetheless. Ball Ball has brought himself some breathing room but we’ll see if he can make it to his corner and make the tag into Crash Rodriguez.

Hood: Someone needs to tell Ball Ball when you fall on top of a woman that you want to be facing her when that happens.

Jones: Don’t be gross, Sloane Taylor is a classy young lady.

Hood: Tell that to her Twitter account.

~Ball Ball rolls off of Sloane and begins to try to make it to his corner. Sloane gets up to her feet but Ball Ball’s height allows him to make the tag into Crash. The Craze Champion rushes into the ring and runs through Sloane with a clothesline that takes her down. Sloane is quickly back up to her feet but Crash runs through her once again with another clothesline. Sloane gets off the canvas one more time but this time Crash plants a boot to the midsection that doubles her over. Crash races towards the ropes then bounces off and hits Sloane with a swinging neckbreaker.~

Jones: Crash is hitting on all cylinders here in this match and he has Sloane Taylor on her heels here in this match. However, is it a good idea to be going at such a pace knowing that he has to wrestle again tonight in the main event?

Hood: Don’t you think he knows that he has to wrestle again tonight in the main event? That’s why he’s going 100 mph right now so that he can put away Sloane Taylor then focus on Helena Handbasket later.

~Crash is back on his feet but Sloane isn’t too far behind him. As she turns around Crash plants another boot to the midsection then spikes her down to the canvas with a DDT. Crash gets back up to his feet then stalks around Sloane as she pulls herself up from the canvas. Crash grabs a hold of Sloane and then hits her with a sideslam close to the corner. Crash gets to his feet then steps through the ropes and begins climbing the turnbuckle. Crash balances himself on the top rope then leaps off and connects with a diving headbutt onto a prone Sky Queen. Crash hooks the leg and makes the cover on Sloane as Scruff slides in for the count.~

ONE

TWO

KICKOUT

Jones: Crash took to the skies and connected with a diving headbutt but it wasn’t enough because Sloane Taylor managed to kick out before Scruff could count the three. I bet Sebastian is on the ring apron right now just itching to get back in there.

Hood: Crash can do a little bit of everything but I wouldn’t get into an aerial battle with someone that calls herself the Sky Queen. Clip those wings of hers and make her beat you on the canvas and at this point that doesn’t seem like it’s possible.

~Crash gets back up to his feet then gestures to the crowd that he’s going to end this match. Crash turns his attention towards Sloane who is staggering back up to her feet in a daze. Crash hooks both of Sloane’s arms and begins to lift her up into the air.~

Jones: Crash Landing incoming…

~Crash indeed is going for the Crash Landing but Sloane has it scouted and manages to wrangle her arms free from Crash while in the air. Sloane takes advantage by flipping backwards and spiking Crash with a reverse hurricanrana down to the mat. Crash holds his head in pain on the canvas as Sloane tries to shake off the damage done earlier by the Craze Champion. Both Sloane and Crash both get back up to their feet about the same time. Sloane unloads a series of chops to the chest of Crash but he stops her offense short with a knee to the midsection. Crash grabs Sloane by the arm and whips her into the ropes. Sloane bounces off the ropes then leaps into the air and takes Crash off of his feet with a head scissors take down. Crash is quickly back up to his feet and charges at Sloane with a clothesline but Sloane ducks under it. As Crash turns around Sloane catches him flush with a superkick right to the chin.~

Hood: Crash is struggling right now against Sloane Taylor managing because he can’t match her speed. Wrestling this woman is like trying to catch a lightning bolt inside of a glass bottle. It’s just not humanly possible.

Jones: Crash may have prematurely tried to end this with the Crash Landing but now it’s given Sloane the opportunity she needed to execute her high flying offense. Crash needs to try and cut off the ring so that he can corner Sloane and use his power advantage.

~Crash is stunned from the superkick as Sloane turns and races towards the ropes again. Sloane bounces off the ropes then leaps into the air again for a head scissors take down but Crash sees it coming this time. Crash tries to counter into a tilt to whirl backbreaker but Sloane counters the counter and plants Crash with a tornado DDT down to the canvas. Sloane gets back up to her feet then grabs a hold of Crash and pulls him back to a vertical base. Sloane grips the neck then races towards her corner. Sloane runs up the turnbuckle pads then flips backwards and sends Crash to the mat with a Shiranui.~

Jones: Sloane Taylor with a big time Shiranui and Crash Rodigruez’s head is taking a pounding here.

Hood: A big time what?

Jones: Shiranui or as it’s normally known as Sliced Bread #2.

Hood: Then call it that, fucking nerd.

~Sloane kips back up to her feet then once again grabs a hold of Crash and pulls him up to his feet. Sloane whips Crash into the ropes then turns and races towards the opposite end of the ring. Both Sloane and Crash bounce off the ropes but as they meet in the center of the ring Sloane grabs a hold of Crash and connects with Silver Lining down to the canvas. Sloane hooks the leg and makes the cover on Crash as Scruff slides in for the count.~

ONE

TWO

THR--

NO!

Jones: Standing Spanish Fly by The Sky Queen and I thought it was enough to advance her and Sebastian onto the next round but the Craze Champion managed to get his shoulder off of the canvas at the last possible second.

Hood: Some people would call that an upset but remember these are the 8th and 9th ranked teams here tonight. Crash might be thinking ahead to later tonight against Helena and it nearly cost him right there.

~Sloane gets back up to her feet then makes her way over towards the corner and tags in Sebastian. Seb enters the ring then grabs a hold of Crash as Sloane races towards the ropes. Seb flips Crash down to the canvas with a snapmare and Sloane bounces off the ropes and hits Crash with a dropkick to the back of the head. Sloane gets to her feet and exits the ring under Scruff’s orders as Seb stalks around Crash. The Craze Champion fights his way back up to his feet as Seb grips the waist lock from behind. Sebastian lifts Crash off of his feet and hits him with a German suplex down to the canvas. Seb keeps the grip and rolls through before hitting Crash with a release German suplex that sends him spine first into the turnbuckle. Crash lands hard but uses the ropes to pull himself up to a standing position in the corner. Seb gets a running start towards the corner then hits Crash with a moonsault kick right to the face.~

Jones: Sebastian Everett-Bryce calls that combination The Conquest and it’s not looking good for the Craze Champion right now.

Hood: I don’t know if Sebastian and Sloane planned to isolate Crash in this match knowing that he has to wrestle again tonight but either way Helena Handbasket must be loving this right now.

~Seb walks back to the corner then grabs a hold of Crash and whips him out of the corner but Crash reverses the whip and sends Sebastian into the ropes. Seb rebounds off the ropes as Crash goes for a big back body drop but Sebastian adjusts in mid-air then lands on his feet behind Crash and locks in The People’s G.S.H.O.A.T.~

Jones: Sebastian has one of his submission finishers locked in on Crash in the center of the ring. He calls it The People’s G.S.H.O.A.T but for the life of me I have no idea what that stands for folks.

Hood: Uhhhh how about The People’s Greatest Sleeper Hold Of All Time? Since ya know… it is a sleeper hold?

~Sebastian locks the hold in deep and tries to put Crash to sleep as the Craze Champion flings his arms around looking for a way out. Scruff gets into position and asks Crash if he wants to submit but Crash screams no. Sebastian continues to tighten his grip on the sleeper hold and Crash drops to one knee from the lack of oxygen. Scruff goes to check Crash’s arm to see if he’s out but Ball Ball enters the ring and comes up from behind Sebastian. Ball Ball wraps his long arms around Sebastian and Crash and then hits a release German suplex that sends all three men down to the canvas. Seb’s grip on Crash is broken as he holds his head in pain. Ball Ball gets up to his feet then races towards the corner and spears Sloane off of the ring apron and sends her colliding into the steel barricade. Ball Ball straightens up then turns around and goes after Seb but Scruff steps in and stops him.~

Hood: He’s doing it again! He’s going to cost Crash a chance to win the Margarita Mix!

Jones: If you ask me it seems like Ball Ball just saved this match for his team and he just took Sloane Taylor out of the equation here too. I can’t believe we just witnessed Ball Ball hit two men with a German suplex!

Hood: Clearly, Ball Ball has been taking his vitamins.

~Ball Ball continues to argue with Scruff as on the outside Lou and Lavar begin to stalk their way over towards Sloane on the arena floor while the referee’s back is turned. Suddenly the crowd erupts in a chorus of boos that catches the attention of both Lou and Lavar.~

Jones: What the hell is he doing here?!

Hood: Things just got interesting!

~The source of the booing can be seen to be none other than the current HOW LSD Champion Jace Parker Davidson slowly making his way down the ramp towards the ring. Jace is dressed casually but of course has the LSD Championship belt around his waist. Both Lou and Lavar begin to back away from Sloane as Jace reaches the ringside area. Inside of the ring Ball Ball finally follows orders and goes back to his corner as both Sebastian and Crash stagger up to their feet. Sebastian, having his wits about him, charges Crash and connects with The Empire Kick.~

Hood: Seb just kicked Crash’s head into the 4th row of this arena!

Jones: It’s over! All Seb has to do is make the cover!

~On the outside of the ring Jace leans over and goes his hand to Sloane who is still a bit groggy from hitting the barricade. Sloane accepts Jace’s hand and he pulls her up to a vertical base. However, instead of letting her get back into the action Jace twirls Sloane around like they were ballroom dancing before pulling her close and dipping her backwards. Inside of the ring Sebastian sees Sloane in Jace’s arm and his hand placed firmly on her rear end. Sebastian forgets all about Crash and to make a cover as he tries to make a beeline to the outside of the ring. Scruff sets in front of Seb and tries to get him to focus on the action in the ring.~

Jones: Seb has the Craze Champion beaten in the center of the ring but this heathen is out here at ringside fondling Sebastian’s girlfriend!

Hood: Seb and Jace have had a rivalry bubbling under the surface on Twitter for months now over Sloane and now Jace has made a man sized move here tonight with the Sky Queen!

~Scruff points to the center of the ring and reminds Sebastian of what’s on the line in this match. Sebastian tries to compose himself but doesn’t realize that Crash comes up from behind him. Crash thrusts his arm upwards and hits Sebastian with a low blow that causes him to double over in pain. Sloane snaps her focus away from the sweet nothings Jace is saying to her at ringside and sees what is going on. Inside of the ring Crash makes it over to his corner with his last bit of energy and makes the tag into Ball Ball. The big man steps over the top rope into the ring and makes his way over towards Seb as Sloane tries to fight Jace off of her on the outside. Ball Ball grabs Seb and tosses him high into the air and then…~

Jones: Alley-Oop connects!

~Sloane slaps Jace hard against the face which finally makes him break his hold on her. Ball Ball hooks the leg and makes the cover on Sebastian as Scruff slides in for the count.~

ONE

TWO

~Sloane slides under the bottom rope to make the save but Crash rushes forward and cuts her off from reaching the pin attempt.~

THREE!!!

DING DING!!!

Belvedere: Here are your winners and advancing to the second round of the Margarita Mix… the team of Ball Ball and the Craze Champion Crash Rodriguez!!!

~Ball Ball gets up to his feet and celebrates with his partner that not only do they advance in the Margarita Mix but Ball Ball finally gets another win. Ball Ball helps Crash up and out of the ring as Lou and Lavar join the winning team as they make their way back up the ramp.~

Jones: This match broke down into chaos. JPD came down and distracted Sloane which gave Crash a chance to hit Sebastian with a low blow that Scruff didn’t see. Which led to Ball Ball connecting with the Alley-Oop to pick up the huge victory.

Hood: A lot of people are going to wonder if Jace came down here to help both Crash Rodriguez, a Paramount member and Ball Ball. I think this is all about Sebastian and definitely about Thaddeus Duke. Our 90% majority owner brought Seb and Sloane in for the Mix and he just cost them their spot in the tournament.

~Sloane crawls over and checks on Sebastian who is sitting upright holding his neck in pain. Jace has a wide grin on his face as he casually makes his way up the steel ring steps. JPD shakes his head sarcastically as he steps through the ropes and enters the ring. Sebastian lays eyes on JPD and shoots up to his feet immediately. Both men are nose to nose in the middle of the ring and heated words are exchanged. Jace smirks as he reaches into his pocket and pulls something out of it. JPD takes the item and tosses it at Sebastian. The item hits Seb in the face and falls to the canvas.~

Jones: Is that a rubber duck?

Hood: Sebastian hates ducks and other water based bird like creatures!

~Sloane steps in front of Sebastian trying to defuse the situation and get him to walk away and ignore JPD. That is until JPD grabs a hold of Sloane and pushes her down to the canvas and that’s all the trigger that Sebastian needed.~

Jones: The fight is on!

Hood: JPD and Seb are fighting it out here in an OCW ring!

~The crowd goes nuts as both men are trading right hands back and forth in the center of the ring. Sebastian lowers his head and tackles JPD down to the canvas. Both men take turns continuing to fire away at the other with right hands when a mixture of OCW security and EPU members come rushing down to the ring. The OCW security pulls Seb off of JPD as the EPU members hold Jace off in the corner to keep him from going after Sebastian. Sloane gets to her feet as going to her boyfriend and tag team partner.~

Jones: Last week it was attacking Zybala and Grenier after their tag title defense and this week he goes toe to toe with Sebastian Everett-Bryce. What levels are this man willing to go to here to unravel OCW by the seams?!

Hood: The bigger question is are we going to ever see Jace Parker Davidson vs. Sebastian Everett-Bryce one on one and if so where will it happen? Also, what will Thaddeus Duke have to say about this?

Jones: I don’t have answers to those questions but let’s cut from ringside as control is being restored here in the ring.

~We cut backstage where we entered the Paramount locker room to see only the FOOK king himself, CJ O'Donnell sitting on a couch having a laugh. His HOOT queen, the returning Alice Knight, stands in front of him talking in a silly squeaky cartoony voice.~

CJ O'Donnell: Holy shit. Stop! Alice! Stop! My stomach hurts.

~Alice laughs in CJ's direction as she continues~

Alice Knight: ... hey. Hey. Look at meeeeeeee! I am Scott Steeeeeevens! I beat Lurrr once so I think my shit doesn't stink! But it does stink! And it stinks like shit! Oh, and HOW is superior to OCW too! Blah blah blah. Yet we HOW losers NEED to come to OCW to get ourselves over. Blab-ity Blah blah!

~Alice shrugs as CJ continues to chuckle. He grabs her hands and pulls her down next to him caressing her hip with his hand. She kisses him on the forehead~

CJ O'Donnell: FOOK' it's damn good to have you back in OCW with better spirits. Paramount missed you. I... missed you. Don't do that to us again, alright?

Alice Knight: ... I'll try not to, babe. I did take that loss to Dylan Thomas for the Savage title pretty hard. I'll admit it. Plus to be honest... with all this drama and controversy around my Owl Is Night mustard poisoning children has me mentally beat. But HEY! I am back! That's all that matters. So what have I missed? What else has been going on around here anyway? Is TLS' band of misfits still causing up a shit storm? What have I missed..?

~Alice snuggles closer to CJ putting her head on his shoulder.~

CJ O'Donnell: TLS has that mask on too tight and thinks he knows everything. He doesn’t know shit. He can keep coming at me but he is missing the bigger picture. If he wants a war I’ll give him a war but casualties will happen and he will be to blame.

Alice Knight: Screw PTSD! Screw the HOW flock! To hell with all of them! I am sick and tired of seeing HOW members causing a muck backstage. Like for instance I have to get in there with Scott Sevens at The Margarita Mix! This so called 'Demi-God' was decent job taking care of a jobber-wrestler in a lobster costume on Massacre last week. Good for him, I guess? But I mean say what you will about the sad attack attempts by JPD and rest the HOW losers. They are getting traction. If I, the OWL Goddess, the leader of the HOOTers didn't accept this challenge last week from Stevens. He'd just be sitting in the corner, twirling his thumbs with his larger pointy dunce hat on his head. The idea of him in the ring with me, the HOOT queen, makes him a relevant in the company. I am OCW royalty baby. Meh... whatever.

CJ O'Donnell: Yeah. I really don't want to talk about any of those FOOK'ers right now. They aren't worth our time or our energy. We have to be strategic from here on out. No more games. It’s time to show the world what we can do at full force.

Alice Knight: So other than me dealing with Scott Stevens at the Mix' event. Crash keeping his OCW Craze Championship for a long successful reign. What is the next move for Paramount...? We need to be dominant! Send a memorable message that we are not to be messed with. Remind the wrestling world what we're all about... I know you have something brewing up in that sexy mind of yours... what is it?

~CJ O'Donnell smirks looking directly at Alice's eyes~

CJ O'Donnell: I have something in the works my love. Trust me. Paramount is only beginning. But all of us need to unite and work together as a strong unit again. Or it won't work... but we can all get together and talk about that later. Tonight I have to focus on advancing in the Margarita Mix myself dear.

Alice Knight: Later? Ooohhh... is it alone time, again?

~Alice winks at CJ who returns with his own wink,~

CJ O'Donnell: You know it, my HOOT queen.

~Alice excitedly claps her hands together applauding her man. She stands up and dances her way to the light switch. She dims the light down proceeding to slam the dressing room door shut leaving the camera on a shot of the Paramount logo..~

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~ Your viewing device screen comes to life with the image of a OCW Tag Team championship. The camera pans back and we see one half of the champions, Mike Zybala, holding his title up. He is looking at it lovingly before slowly turning towards the camera. ~

Zybala: You know, people.. when I spout out hashtag Forever Champs, it's not merely a catchphrase. It is my mindset! It's my way of life! This is my first title in my OCW career and I don't plan on losing it. TLS and I, and to some degree now Bob, have elevated the standard of OCWs tag division since we won these titles. People have been coming out of the woodwork wanting a shot at the belts we made relevant again. People who have never even wrestled a tag match in OCW. People who cant keep hold of their own titles. People like Jace Parker Davidson.

For weeks he's been crying "I deserve a shot. I earned a shot. Blah fucking Blah." He attacks me over and over, saying give him a shot. Well, I'm getting tired of this particular broken record. I'm gonna rip the needle off the player. Jace, you wanna shot? You gotta earn it. After the Mixer, you versus me, one on one. If you can beat me, you can get your title shot. But if I beat you, you fuck off. You never get a tag title shot while PTSD holds the gold. And when I say if you beat me, I truly mean one on one. If anyone interferes to help you, even if the ref doesn't see it, that's it. No shot for you. I don't care if it's Ray Ray, Ball Ball, Thad, Leo, or Frank in ticket sales. If someone comes out to help you, you lose your chance.

I'll even play fair. If PTSD interferes, you can get the shot. This has to be just you and me. I can't wait to hear you answer...

~ Zybala walks away as the camera goes back ringside. ~

Jones: And Zybala has laid it down! Will JPD accept?

Hood: No doubt.

Jones: If JPD wants a tag title shot he'll have to defeat Mike Zybala one on one. A huge potential match in September!

Hood: I can't wait. Finally, somebody who is physically able to murder Zybala in the ring.

Jones: Yea, that won't happen.

Hood: Fuck.

Jones: Alright fans, September is just around the corner...but we've still got a MIX set to play out before we can put the finishing touches on August. Our second Qualifier is up! Let's head to the ring!

Mix Qualifier
(7) CJ O’Donnell & JNS vs. (10) Dane Preston & Cass Baumer

~The ring is empty. The fans are ready for some more MIX action! That first match was amazing! Surely we’re in store for more amazing matches, right? RIGHT??~

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is a Margarita Mix Qualifier and it is scheduled for one fall!! Introducing first…

~‘Kings Never Die’ by Eminem hits as the crowd BOOOOOS!!! It’s Boston but, hey, these fans are all into hating on CJ. CJ steps out looking fit and ready to go. The boos have never bothered him. He’s always used them as fuel to fire up the motivational engines. He pauses at the stage and waits~

Jones: CJ O’Donnell back in the MIX this year. He’s been close in previous Mix competitions, but never managed to go all the way.

Hood: Interesting partner he went with. Could’ve gone with Crash or Ally but, instead, he went outside Paramount.

Jones: Yea, I think he likes how he matches up with JNS. The Strader family has done well in OCW so you’d be a fool if you didn’t at least consider partnering up with them.

~Concrete and Steel - ZZ Top hits! These fans don’t show JNS much love...I mean, he’s teaming with CJ, a man who has burned more bridges and scorched more OCW Earth than anybody not in the Hall of Flame. JNS emerges and walks up next to CJ...the two men look each other up and bump fists before heading down the ramp in solidarity, as a team~

Belvedere: One is a member of arguably the most famous family in OCW history. The other is the most notorious wrestler in OCW history. The team of CJ O’Donnell and John Nash Strader!!!

Jones: And there they are...a team not many are talking about but one that could certainly go all the way!

Hood: Can’t we call them by their name. THE FOOKING FOOKS!

Jones: I knew you’d be all over it, Hood.

Hood: They have a name, Jones. SAY THEIR NAME!

~CJ and JNS enter the ring. More boos from the fans as Belvedere gives them space to taunt the audience as they await their first round competitors~

Jones: Alright! In just a moment their opponents will be coming out here...Dane Preston, a very infamous name around these parts, making his OCW in-ring debut as he teams with Cass Baumer.

Hood: Didn’t Thad fire her on twitter?

Jones: Well it says she’s booked for this, so...I dunno. Be kinda weird if someone who was fired wins the MIX, don’t ya think?

Hood: LOL. Let’s get real. This team ain’t winning the mix.

~As JNS’ theme dies out we wait and wait and wait. The fans are restless. Finally, LEO emerges, wearing his ‘head booker in charge’ badge. He stands on the ramp with Cap Slock at his side. The fans start to boo...they know some fuckery is afoot~

Leo: Fans and OCW die hards...I’ve got some news to report. The rumors are true. Our esteemed, beloved owner, Thaddeus Duke fired Cass Baumer from OCW last week on Twitter. So, she will not be competing in this match.

~BOOOOOOO~

Jones: Well that stinks. Is Dane Preston going to fight by himself?

Hood: Maybe he can team up with Dane Princeton!

Leo: And, as for Dane Preston, well he’s a no show. I know. I know. We all had such high hopes. Rumor around the tequila ice block is that he heard GREAT SCOTT would be backstage and got a case of THE COLD FEET. Whatever the case, he ain’t here.

Jones: Ugh.

~BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~

Hood: Well shit. I guess this is why you don’t enlist outside talent for the MIX.

Jones: It can be very hit and/or miss.

Leo: But, fear not for we have replacements. I don’t know how suitable they are but, at least they fuckin show up to work. Ladies and Gentlemen, the team replacing Dane Preston and Cass Baumer!

~Leo steps out of the way as a shitty cover of ‘Immigrant Song’ starts to play and out steps Dane Princeton and The Lobster Mobster!! More BOOS from the fans! Leo shrugs and pats both wrestlers on the back, wishing them good luck. Preston and Lobster make their way down the ramp...fans throw food and trash at them. CJ and JNS look on. JNS scowls, pissed. CJ slaps him in the chest and says, “Fook it, it’s a bye into the second round.”~

Jones: Well, this is a joke.

Hood: Ah, who cares. CJ and JNS were gonna win this round anyway.

Jones: Some competition would have been nice! And I thought Dane Princeton was purged.

Hood: Half our roster was purged at one time or another. WHAT’S YOUR POINT.

~Princeton and Mobster reach the ring and they look up at CJ and JNS. CJ and JNS back up, offering them safe passage. Lobster and Princeton are unsure...they take their chances and slide in...CJ and JNS start stomping on them immediately. More boos from the fans. Belvedere exits the ring and the bell sounds~

Jones: Yea, didn’t think they’d let them just slide into the ring.

Hood: Look man, they can fuck around with these two JABRONIS or they can whip their ass in record fashion, head to the back without breaking a sweat and celebrate with some adult entertainment.

Jones: Just wish Dane and Cass would’ve showed.

Hood: It’s time you got the fuck over that.

~JNS pulls Mobster to his feet and slugs him with a right hand, spinning him around. He grabs him by his head and drops him to the mat The Unforgiven (Cross Rhodes)!!! JNS pops back to his feet and kicks Mobster out of the ring. He backs into a corner watching CJ. CJ nods, smiling...he pulls Princeton to his feet and head butts him in the face, busting his nose. CJ then hits the ropes, bounces off and flies through the air, crushing Princeton’s face with IRISH KNOWLEDGE!!! Princeton falls to the mat like a sack of shit. CJ makes the cover. Scruff drops down with the count~

1!

2!

3!!!!

~The bell rings~

Belvedere: Here are your winners...advancing to the second round of the MIX! The team of CJ O’Donnell and John Nash Strader!!!!!

Jones: And, just as we thought. An easy victory for JNS and CJ.

Hood: The fooking fooks just fooked them up!

Jones: A disappointing qualifier, for sure. But, the road is going to get incredibly tough for those two as they step into the ring against Dylan Thomas and Mike Zybala THIS Sunday at the Margarita Mix!

Hood: Yea...but you can’t underestimate what one win can do for a new team. Bonding. Camaraderie. Rapport. All that shit.

Jones: Half of the second round is set up. We’ve got two MIX qualifiers left...I’m sure they’ll, at the very least, be better than this one. Stick around, folks! More in-ring MIX action is coming your way!

~The fans continue to boo as CJ and JNS shake hands and wrap up in a quick embrace before exiting the ring and heading up the ramp. Neither man has broken a sweat. Both men look in tip-top shape. A dangerous team heading into Sunday~

~Cutting backstage on a close up shot of a woman's hand holding a martini glass. Zooming out we see the woman is standing next to newly signed OCW wrestler, Diana Watts. The woman with Diana is her mother, Nancy Watts. The mother and daughter pair are excessively made up and over dressed for an OCW Massacre taping. Both wearing lace midi dresses that one would wear to a gala. The two of them look almost identical as Diana gives her mother a tour of the catering area. Diana's mother clearly a little tipsy.

Diana Watts: Where did you get that martini, mom? They don't even serve alcoholic beverages inside the arena. At least I would hope so...

Mrs. Watts: You said something about us being at a Martini Mix? I came prepared... and why are we the only ones dressed elegantly, Diana? By the looks of it, most of your colleagues are all oiled up and dressed in their underwear or bathing suit. They all look like a bunch of poverty-stricken bums!

~Mrs. Watts says loudly as Diana rolls her eyes looking around embarrassed~

Diana Watts: Hush mother, please. That is the Margarita Mix I was referring to. And what they are wearing is the necessary in-ring gear for wrestlers. I am not in my wrestling outfit tonight because... well long story short. There was a small hiccup by management in the booking of my debut match with Dylan Thomas tonight. It was moved to tomorrows... (sighs) Equality show.

~Mrs. Watts takes a sip from her drink making a obnoxious slurping sounds interrupting Diana while speaking.~

Diana Watts: Anyway ...back to the tour, mom. This here is catering... which appears they are currently serving only bologna and cheese slices...? Gross...

Mrs. Watts: Wow. That is indeed a lot of bologna slices, Diana. This place is disgusting,... I am going back to my hotel. Go get the car before I touch anything else...

~Diana looks ashamed at her unimpressed and judgmental mother. That is when the OCW's Craze Champion Crash Rodriguez's friend and representative, Lou Pohl enters the scene. He also randomly holding a martini glass.~

Lou Pohl: Hello ladies... you must be the new girl, Daniela Watts, right?

Diana Watts: My name is Diana, Lou... what do you want?

Lou Pohl: Just wanted to come over and say hi to you and your... sister? Hi there, the names Louis Pohl...

~Lou winks at the mother reaching his hand out in the direction of Mrs. Watts tying to shake her hand. Just before he can Diana jumps in-between them~

Diana Watts: Hey... Lou. Can I ask you something over here in private, please? I'll be a second mom... don't go anywhere.

~Diana pulls Lou by his neck tie a few steps from where her mother is standing. Lou never taking his eyes off of Mrs Watts, Diana speaks to him~

Diana Watts: Look. I get it. I am new here. And I don't have any right to tell you, that geek Cypher or any of the other pervs in OCW who they can or cannot flirt with. But as your fellow co-worker in OCW, I would appreciate it very much if you didn't hit on my mom. Okay, Lou?

Lou Pohl: I wasn't flirting with anyone, young Dana. You worry too much.

Diana Watts: It's Diana... and you weren't...? Okay. Cool. Look, I wanted to catch Dylan Thomas before I had to take my drunk mother back to her hotel. Could I ask you to do me a favor? All you have to do is spend five minutes keeping an eye on her so she doesn't get lost, raped or even murdered by some knife man or what else is roaming around the arena. Could you do that for me?

Lou Pohl: Five minutes?

Diana Watts: ... five minutes. Can you do that?

Lou Pohl: I can do that... do not worry. Your mother is in safe hands, missy.

~Diana lightens up with a smile and gives Lou a friendly jab with her right fists before quickly rushing off camera towards the locker rooms. Lou strokes his moustache, slugs back his martini and struts towards Mrs. Watts. Getting closer to her. They both share a smile~

Lou Pohl: Has your daughter shown you the broom closet yet on this tour of hers?

Mrs. Watts: I'm afraid not...

~Lou smirks and takes her by the hand and walks her off screen~

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~ The OCW Faithful pop when the OCWtron lights up with the Rorschach mask of the feminine Lost Soul, SHE-LS, and pop even louder when they see OCW hottest little star in the company, BASH RODRIGUEZ, in her arms as they wander into catering. ~

Hood: Geez, you’d think Bash was the OCW Champion.

Jones: The kid has the charisma of Scott Syren and Curt Canon.

~ SHE looks at the little guy who has her brown fedora in his hands, flinging it side to side because he is a toddler and toddlers do shit like that. ~

SHE-LS: Hungry little man? Let’s see what they have in catering. Hopefully Sahara has eaten the place out of stock.

Bash: Bah bah!

~ The duo walk into the kitchen and are greeted by a cook. It’s Diana’s old co-worker, Gordy, and lucky for us and the people eating, he has a shirt on. ~

SHE-LS: Excuse me, do you have any Gerber baby food back here or cooked carrots or something?

Gordy: Damn, was not expecting that voice out of a feminine figure. You like, MTF or something?

~ We can’t see it, but there is definitely a look happening under that mask. Maybe a smirk. Maybe a grin. Maybe a sneer. Who knows. ~

SHE-LS: Ummm, no.

~ He shrugs and turns to a garbage can, blowing his nose gunk like a farmer into it. ~

Gordy: I can whip ya something up!

SHE-LS: Naw, you seem… busy. Just point us to the dry goods.

Jones: That’s a good babysitter, Hood. She seems to know kids.

Hood: Anyone hiring TLS’s Babysitter Club should have Children's Aid called on them.

~ SHE turns around to see Who’re, microphone in hand. SHE tilts her head as Bash puts on the hat, looking cool as fuck. ~

Who’re: SHE! Was wondering if you could tell us what it’s like being part of PTSD and the Babysitter’s Club?

SHE-LS: It’s everything I hoped it would be. Don’t you have Grenier orgy or my br— errr, the biker to ride?

Who’re: Not on company time.

SHE-LS: The ultimate professional, huh? Well I guess someone around here needs to—

~ Before SHE can finish her sentence, Bash pulls off the Stranger’s mask, her strawberry hair covering her face. The fans pop as she flips her hair back, revealing her face. ~

Hood: You gotta be fuckin’ kidding me!

Jones: SHE-LS IS TAMIKA STRADER!

~ The OCW faithful pop loudly for the greatest Craze Champion there was and maybe ever will be. ~

Who’re: You are SHE?!

Tamika Strader (with Biff modulator on her throat): Yeah, it’s me. Ha, guess I don’t need this anymore, do I wee one?

~ Tamika gives Bash the voice box and his little eyes. ~

Bash Rodriguez (with Biff Voice): Oooga wooga, Meekie!

Jones: Aww that’s adorable!

Hood: Tricky group of wrestlers, those cockroach Straders!

~ Before Who’re can ask further questions, TLS appears. ~

TLS: Told ya that you would never guess who it was. SHE is Proud. SHE is true. Tamika, we need ya.

Tamika Strader: Ok, let me grab the wee one some crackers!

~ Tamika, TLS and Bash leave our view with Who’re standing there, dumbfounded. ~

Jones: Tamika is the latest member of PTSD!

Hood: Did the narrator say GREATEST CRAZE Champion of all time?

Jones: I don't know. I can't hear internal dialogue.

Hood: Greatest Craze Champion of all time is clearly Mike Best.

Jones: There'd be some debate as to who the greatest Craze Champion is but I find all that talk to be disrespect when we've got a current Craze Champion named Crash Rodriguez.

Hood: Truth.

Jones: PTSD continues to grow. A groundswell that's turning into a movement that will soon be a force too strong for our majority owner to ignore. Alright folks, it's time for our third Mix Qualifier of the evening and, hopefully, this one is better than the last. Let's head to the ring!

Mix Qualifier
(6) Bob Grenier & Curt Canon vs. (11) Claudius Augustus & Mark Storm

~The fans are still bitching and complaining about the bullshit that took place a little earlier. Dane PRINCETON and The Lobster Mobster. Ugh. Fucking lame. Is this the bullshit that happens when Thad isn’t around to take full and complete control of this ship? Whatever. It’s time for more MIX action and that fact quickly quells all that ails. The short term brain function generated by mass alcohol consumption pays dividends when a promotion is a habitual offender in the WEAK ASS BOOKING realm. Belvedere clears his throat to a strong ovation~

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen...it is time for our third MIX Qualifier of the evening!!! The winning team will go on to face the team of Thunder Knuckles and Dolly Waters NEXT Sunday at the MIX! Introducing first…

~Hymn of the Legion - Farya Faraji hits! The fans boo as they see the haughty Roman Emperor, Claudius Augustus emerge from backstage. Standing next to him is Mark Storm...Storm looks strange. It’s been a rough August for Your Hero and Mine. His head is lowered. Claudius has his arm around Storm and is speaking into his ear~

Jones: Weird. Storm coming out to Claudius’ theme.

Hood: He looks subdued. I wouldn’t go so far as to call the guy a PIG but he’s might be in COW territory.

Jones: And how, exactly, does that caste system work?

Hood: Steak > Pork. Cows are higher than Pigs.

~Augustus shoves Storm forward. Mark stumbles down the ramp with Claudius following. They reach the ring and Storm walks up the ring steps and enters the ring. Claudius finds the team’s corner and looks content hanging there. Storm turns to look toward his partner but Claudius, head held arrogantly high, points at the mat indicating he wants Storm to start the match. More boos from the fans~

Belvedere: The team of Claudius Augustus and Mark Storm!!!

Jones: One of the lower seeds in this year’s MIX.

Hood: Another slap in the face of Claudius. I swear, a man can only stand so much, Jones. If we’re not careful, Claudius is going to release his praetorian on us.

Jones: Claudius has had a rough go thus far in his OCW career. But I’m told the higher ups in the company expect him to turn it around, soon.

Hood: No time like the present!

Belvedere: And, their opponents…

~WHERE THE HOOD AT by DMX hits and Bob Grenier appears! The fans pop for the OCW legend. They’re pretty eager to see him whip the pompous ass of Claudius Augustus. Bob’s sporting a PTSD t-shirt. Normally we might feel sympathy for the man and admire his bravery for admitting such an affliction. But then we remember that’s the name of a stable that’s spreading like herpes, so we frown and slightly boo. Bob doesn’t care, he’s enjoying a giant blunt which has somehow become legal in every venue OCW visits. He pauses at the ramp, hands on his hips, taking in the wild, mixed reaction from the fans~

Jones: And there’s Bob in all his glory.

Hood: You know the roster is packed with talent when a team consisting of two former OCW Champions and two Hall of Famers isn’t even being TALKED about as a legit MIX threat.

Jones: Yea, they’re flying under the radar this year. We’ll see if they can make the most of being a slight underdog in this tournament.

~ “Figure 8” by Trust Company hits and Boston GOES WILD!!! Curt Canon appears from backstage to a HUGE ovation!! Bob smiles, looking over his shoulder as Curt and MILLIE come running forward...they pause at the top of the ramp! Curt looks around, dramatically...the fans chant “CURT! CURT! CURT!” Millie jumps up and down, clapping her hands. Bob pats Curt on the back...Curt turns to Bob and extends a hand...Bob shakes it. Another massive ovation before the two legends make their way to the ring. Curt and Millie sprint while Bob is just fine walking~

Belvedere: The Legendary team of two former OCW Champions! Bob Grenier and Curt Canon!!!!

~Curt slides into the ring! Millie hops onto the apron, bouncing around and screaming at Storm. Storm looks down like ‘wtf’. Curt pops to his feet and heads to a corner, throwing his arms up into the air. Bob reaches ringside and makes his way up the steps. Belvedere exits the ring~

Jones: This place is going wild for Curt Canon!

Hood: I heard a rumor that he’s got no arms...looks like that was some fake ass news.

Jones: I don’t know why you believe such nonsense.

~Grenier remains on the apron, leaning over the top rope, looking up at Curt who is standing on the middle buckle, taking in the ovation. Millie scurries over, hanging by the post, near Bob’s feet. Curt does a back flip off the middle buckle, landing on his feet center of the ring. He slowly turns around. Claudius yells out at Storm, “GET HIM!” Storm rushes forward with right hands, punching Curt in the head! The fans BOOO!!! We hear the bell sound as the match is underway~

Jones: Mark Storm getting the jump on Curt Canon!

Hood: Claudius appears to be working Storm. You think he’s going to join THE EMPIRE?

Jones: I don’t know. But it does seem as thought Claudius has exerted some form of control or influence over him.

~Storm has Curt reeling! Canon stumbles back into his team’s corner. Claudius yells out, “NOT THERE, IDIOT!” Bob takes a big pull from his Grenier Kush and he exhales it into Storm’s face, sending Mark stumbling back. Curt fires up and charges forward with a clothesline, knocking Storm off his feet and to the mat. Curt stomps away on Storm with the fans cheering. Claudius looks on, shaking his head...total disapproval~

Jones: Big mistake by a veteran who should know better. I think it’s pretty obvious that Mark Storm’s head isn’t where it should be right now.

Hood: No shit.

Jones: And Claudius doesn’t appear to be a fan. The high hopes he may have had are dwindling, fast.

~Curt pulls Storm up and whips him into the ropes...Storm bounces off and Canon leaps up with a spinning heel kick, taking Storm down!! Huge ovation from the fans! Curt kips up to his feet and he heads over to the corner. He leans forward and high fives Millie! The fans continue to cheer. Storm rolls over and he crawls for his corner. Bob snaps his fingers and points...Curt goes to grab Storm. But, Claudius, seeing Storm crawling his way, shakes his head and says ‘pathetic’. He hops off the apron. Massive booing from the crowd~

Jones: What?!

Hood: He’s seen enough. Mark Storm is not empire material.

Jones: Yea but what about the MIX?

Hood: If Claudius can’t go all the way...then what’s the point? He’s already dragging an entire civilization to the promised land. He’s not going to carry any dead weight inside that wrestling ring.

~Storm looks out at the ring at Claudius...his eyes express shock and confusion. Claudius holds his hand up and he gives the THUMBS DOWN. MORE BOOOS. Claudius cowls, turns his back to Storm and heads up the ramp, leaving the match. Curt looks at Bob...Bob looks at Curt. The two men shrug. Curt snares Storm by the head and he drags him into his team’s corner, bashing his face into the top buckle repeatedly. He then tags Bob into the match~

Jones: Bob and Curt aren’t going to stop him and why should they? With as tough as this field is...you take what you can get.

Hood: Exactly. A team of Hall of Famers looking FRESH heading into the quarterfinals.

~Curt grabs Storm by the head and runs into the ropes...he kicks off, spins around and drops Storm with a Tornado DDT!!! Somehow, his head spikes on the mat, causing Storm to pop back to his feet...stumbling around, clearly out. Bob boots him in the gut, hoists him up and drops him with HOLLINGER PARK HANGMAN!!! Storm is down! Bob makes the cover. Scruff slides in with the count~

1!

2!

3!!!!!

~The bell rings~

Belvedere: Here are your winners...the team of Curt Canon & Bob Grenier!!!!!

Jones: And another quick and easy Qualifier.

Hood: These qualifiers are going over about as well as a a guy handing out toothpaste on Halloween.

Jones: Halloween comment, already?

Hood: Brah, spooky season is JUST around the corner.

~Curt helps Bob to his feet. The joint is still in his mouth. AMAZING. Millie climbs to the top rope and leaps in, landing on the shoulders of both men. The two Hall of Famers celebrate with Millie on their shoulders...the fans are strongly behind this team, as evidenced by the cheering~

Jones: They will go on to face the team of Thunder Knuckles and Dolly Waters on Sunday in Quarterfinal action.

Hood: I can promise you. That match will be MUCH tougher than this one.

Jones: I certainly hope so!

~We’re going backstage and standing by is Who’re! Yes, everyone loves it when Who’re is interviewing people and people love Who’re. Well, maybe not the duo that she’s standing by with right now and that’d be the duo of Delia Black and Claudia Frost, also known as the Influence. Both of the tag team members have their arms crossed in front of them, have their back shoulders turned away from each other flanking Who’re and on top of all that have pouty-pout faces~

WHO’RE: I am here with the members of the Influence who have asked for this time to address a rumor that they will be breaking up this tag team. Which one of you wants to go first?

~Who’re goes to hold the microphone in Claudia’s face, but she pushes it back towards Delia who also does the exact same thing. The moment that happens Who’re looks confused as to how to proceed, luckily for her both members of the Influence are supremely passive aggressive brats who can’t go silent for more than a few seconds~

FROST: Ask Delia, she’s the one who started it with another fat joke.

BLACK: Why don’t you start by asking my former-best-friend over there why she threatened to kick me out of the Best Pals Penthouse.

~Who’re stands there still confused on the whole manner, that is until Christopher J. Wrigley appears and hands each member of the Influence a small stack of papers before pushing his way over to where Who’re is standing. Both Delia and Claudia look over those papers and slowly they begin to turn towards the middle. Wrigley holds up three fingers and counts down for the world to see~

BLACK: What the…

FROST: …hell?

BLACK: You adopted both Claudia and me.

FROST: My parents are still alive and I live with them, how is this legal?

BLACK: Is this a human trafficking thing again?

~Wrigley shoves his red trimmed glasses up onto his face and with a smile on his face fills his lungs with a lot of oxygen because he’s about to speak, a lot. Lungs filled, and he’s ready to go~

WRIGLEY: Read it and weep, as of this morning both of you can now call me Daddy. And do you know why I adopted the both of you? It’s because now when I tell the both of you to shut-up and stop acting like little babies, you have to listen to me! So, the both of you need to stop this break-up shit right away or Legal Daddy Wrigley is going to send both of you to bed without any dinner.

FROST: Are my parents cool with this?

WRIGLEY: They both signed off on it before I could even finish the first sentence.

BLACK: So, do we have to live with you now?

WRIGLEY: Oh no, you two still can live in the basement of Claudia’s parents. The one you two call the Best Pals Penthouse, but now you have to pay rent. Now shake hands and make up and put all this bickering behind you.

~Slowly, but surely the two former best friends turn towards each other and extend their hands out towards each other giving about the saddest handshake in human history. Wrigley grabs them by the wrist and forces them to actually shake on it.~

WRIGLEY: This is now over, you hear me?

~Both of them look up at each other and then at Wrigley and in unison respond~

BLACK/FROST: Yes, Legal Daddy.

~Wrigley stands there like a proud papa. He then grabs the microphone out of the hands of Who’re and is going to take this time over~

WRIGLEY: Good, now that we’ve put that behind us it is time to refocus the Influence. You see, I am the manager of champions, not the manager of brats and it has been too long since Legal Daddy Wrigley has had his client hold gold. It has been too since the two of you have held gold as well, you’ve been running around the world competing in Japan or that weird stop off in the middle of the desert and since you’ve stepped foot in this company? Not one mention out of either of your mouths about those tag team titles

And while the two of you were too busy having a spat backstage, on Twitter, or on your livestreams, people have attempted to jump the line in front of the Influence. So, while everyone else in the world fell fast asleep when JPD rambled on about his latest bullshit… I actually fought through the boredom and paid attention. It wasn’t easy, but Legal Daddy Wrigley does these sorts of things

~Wrigley pauses and points his finger towards the camera~

WRIGLEY: You and Garry Nelson want to attack the champs and carry the belts like you own them? That’s the only claim that your two window-licking asses will ever have to those belts. JPD, you might be the human ASMR video, but you ain’t got no goddamn claim to be the tag team champion. My girls? And I say that completely and totally legally now, at least have a claim to the next shot. Why? Because, the moment Bob Grenier invoked the PTSD tag team rule? Well, looks like the Influence have just moved themselves up in the rankings because they’ve already defeated one of the tag team champions.

You ain’t about to jump the line in front of us, you ain’t about to jump the line in front of Legal Daddy Wrigley. I’ll run you over like a fucking train and what you are looking at here is the greatest damn tag team in all of professional wrestling and your next OCW tag team champions. Delia Black the Einstein of the Enziguri, and Claudia Frost the Sinatra of the Suplex… together they are the once and future queens! And after they take the OCW tag team titles, who knows. Maybe we’ll figure out how to turn them into walking computer graphics from the nineteen-nineties and take the HOW titles as well!!

~Wrigley smirks as he walks off leaving Delia and Claudia standing there looking at each other for a bit before they shrug their shoulders and head on off as well. Let’s go to the next segment and or match, daddy!~

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~ The A-Lister himself, Dylan Thomas is seen walking down a quiet hallway backstage of the TD Center. He is heading back to his dressing room. He turns a corner where he bumps into his Tuesday Night Equality opponent, the currently absurdly dolled up Diana Watts.~

Dylan Thomas: Oh... excuse me... Sorry. Wait, Diana Watts? You're my opponent for tomorrow night, right? Why...why are you dressed like you're going to Prom? Are we having an evening gown match now? Because I left my tiara at home.

Diana Watts: Um... no. It's a long story. But wow. Mr. Thomas! I was just about to give up looking for you. I am Diana Watts. I am really looking forward to stepping in the ring with you in my debut match here in OCW.

Dylan Thomas: Ah. That's great kiddo. The pleasure is mine though. Hope you like it in OCW kid, it can be rough here. You look like you can handle it though. Careful though, you might be new but don't think I'm gonna give you an easy ride. You wanna succeed here in OCW and be the best? Prove it

Diana Watts: I wouldn't want you to, Mr. Thomas. This match is a huge opportunity for me to get some exposure in the company. I just want to put aside for one night my feelings on the dishonesty, deceit and the mistreatment that the non-unionized professional wrestlers are treated on a daily basis. I am not suggesting that you or the OCW management are not actually like this and treat their employees that way. I grew up watching, OCW. And while my first week here has not lived up to my hopes. I am thrilled I get the honour of stepping in the ring with you tomorrow night. And I was hoping you would leave your beautiful wife Lissandra in the back. And I will return the favor and not have my new friend Jamie Blankenship or anyone else in my corner. Deal?

~Diana Watts puts her hand out for him to shake. Dylan smiles a genuine smile and shakes Diana's hand.~

Dylan Thomas: You're in luck... Lissandra is on commentary duties for Equality. She'll be there but at the commentary booth. Not ringside. So it will just be you and me, Kid. Show me what you got.

~Diana and Dylan quit shaking hands cutting the scene back to ringside.~

Jones: Well, what do you know...an encounter between two opponents that didn't result in violence.

Hood: Not yet, anyway. Dylan is a gentleman...until that bell sounds. Diana's gonna figure that out tomorrow night.

Jones: She might. It's her debut match and it's against one of the best in the business. That match goes down tomorrow night, folks! In the meantime, we've got more MIX action! Our fourth and final Qualifier is up next! Let's head to the ring!

Mix Qualifier
(5) CYPH3R & Sahara vs. (12) Garry ‘Ray-Ray’ Nelson & Brett Daniels

~The ‘Margarita Mix’ logo flashes across the screen as we cut to ringside. Belvedere is standing there ready to go, his hair looking gorgeous as ever~

Belvedere: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! And is a first round match in the Margarita Mix! Introducing first..

~The electronic intro of "Fortune Days" by the Glitch Mob hits the PA system and the Boston fans immediately voice their displeasure. After a long pause, CYPH3R finally slowly slinks his way out onto the stage, the TransAtlantic Championship around his waist. He walks down the ramp and smirks from underneath his hoodie as the fans continue to boo him loudly~

Belvedere: Standing 5’9”.. And weighing in at 125 pounds! From Adalaide, Australia.. He is the OCW Transatlantic Champion… CYPH3R!

~CYPH3R ascends the steps then walks along the apron, taking a moment to lay back against the ropes and drink in the crowd's hatred. Then he climbs into the ring and awaits his partner~

Jones: Here’s one of the most talented fighters to step inside of an OCW ring in recent months.

Hood: Cyph3r’s been on a tear since setting foot here, defeating some very prominent names within the company.

Jones: I’m very intrigued to see how well Sahara and him will fair within this tournament.

Hood: Well hopefully it’s not as fair as her and the boss in the bedroom..

Jones: What does.. That have to do with anything?

~An eerie voice pipes through the arena PA~

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

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

ADRENALIZE ME

Belvedere: His partner, standing 5’10”.. Weighing in at 155 pounds! From Chicago, Illinois! She is the “White Widow” Sahara Duke!

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

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

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

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

~As the music continues to tell her tangled tale, she charges toward the ring and jump slides through the bottom rope… Sahara stays on the mat, locking eyes with Cyph3r who smirks back at her. She slowly rises to her feet, giving her partner a playful look before going next to him and sitting on the top turnbuckle, then wraps a leg around the top rope~

Jones: And here’s the boss’ wife, ready to compete here tonight.

Hood: She’s so much more than just the boss’ wife Jones. The woman is a go-getter inside of the ring. And outside as well..

Jones: Seems to me that she really has a bad gambling habit.

Hood: HAD! You dweeb, had..Anything else that you hear is FAKE NEWS!!

~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~

Belvedere: Their opponents, first Nelson County, Kentucky.. Standing 6’9”.. Weighing in at 235 pounds..Garry RAY-RAY Nelson!

~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~

Jones: Ever the patriot is Garry Ray-Ray Nelson..

Hood: On paper, Nelson and Daniels should pull this one out with just size alone. It’s like their facing a milf and her teenage son. Hmm..

Jones: What?

Hood: Sounds like a movie I watched once.

~Cyph3r and Sahara appear unimpressed with their first opponent, continuing to rest in their respective corners when “Midnight Rider” By Willie Nelson cranks through the speakers. ‘Cowboy’ Brett Daniels steps out onto the stage, a 12 ounce can in hand and his patented black cowboy hat atop his noggin. He receives a mixed response from the Boston fans, which he casually takes a swig too~

Belvedere: His partner… standing 6’2”.. Weighing in at 252 pounds.. From Snake Hill, Texas.. He is the ‘Cowboy’ Brett Daniels!

~Daniels makes another toast to the crowd before heading down to the ring. He spits to the side as tobacco flies from his lips and smacks the floor right below the ringside guardrail. With another chug of the can, Daniels stands at the ringside are and flings the can off into the crowd. A fan catches it and takes a swig for himself. Daniels slides into the ring and immediately rushes the comfortable dup prompting Nelson to quickly join in~

Jones: Well the runner-up to the last Margarita Mix is looking to get this one over with!

Hood: Oh shit! Sahara!

~When Daniels crashes into the two, Cyph3r slumps down into the corner but Sahara however falls from the top rope, hits the apron and crashes to the floor. In the corner, Nelson and Daniels both put the boots to Cyph3r as he tries his best to defend himself. The feet from the two tall country boys are coming hard and heavy. Puff, the official for this match, has seen enough and tries to intervene in between the three, forcing his way into the middle. His girth is a major factor. Daniels respectfully backs up but Nelson continues to go to work, bringing Cyph3r to his feet. With the back of Cyph3r’s head in his grasp, Ray-Ray shoots a big knee into his gut that almost sends him a foot into the air. A hard forearm to the back sends the tech kid down to his knees in pain~

Jones: Nelson and Daniels with the early advantage now as Puff has seemed to gain some control with Daniels now headed to the apron.

Hood: Fuck that, someone needs to check on Sahara and make sure that she’s still able to compete.

~The bell rings and Nelson looks confident while the Boston fans cheer him on as he stomps down onto Cyph3r. With his onslaught of boots done, he brings his opponent back vertical before whipping him into his team’s corner. Moving in, he tags Daniels who comes in and they both whip Cyph3r into the ropes.When he returns, they both throw up a foot and drop him with double big boots! Daniels drops on top of Cph3r for the cover as Puff is in to make the count~

ONE!

~The Transatlantic Champ quickly removes his shoulder from the mat. Daniels stays on the attack with an elbow to Cyph3r’s skull. The Cowboy now gets upright, bringing his smaller opponent up with him. He whips Cyph3r into the ropes and drops down, looking for a back body drop. The technical genius puts on the breaks, shooting a stiff kick directly in between the Cowboy’s eyes. He stands straight up as Cyph3r takes a few steps back before running full speed and leaping into the air with a knee strike that catches Daniels across the bridge of the nose~

Jones: Our Transatlantic Champion is looking to get out of a sticky situation.

Hood: Whew.. I think Sahara’s okay, she’s making it up onto the apron now.. Thank the heavens..

Jones: Is she the only person that you’re concerned about in this match?

Hood: She’s OCW royalty, she has to be protected at all cost.

~Daniels bounces off of the ropes from the hard knee but springs right into an uppercut! Another one has him rocked but Cyph3r doesn’t stop there as he begins to unleash mayhem. Uppercut! Chop! Uppercut! Chop! He steps back and jumps.. Dropkick! The move makes Daniels crashes into the ropes awkwardly and slumping down to the mat. Both men are down as the Boston fans begin to rally behind Daniels for him to get Ray-Ray into the match. He does and the tall Kentuckian jumps over the rope and makes a beeline for Sahara. He goes for another boot but she drops down from the apron and he gets tangled up into the ropes. Seeing that Ray-Ray is stuck in the corner, Cyph3r pops to his feet, charges in and twists recklessly into Nelson with a spinning heel kick! Both men crash down into the corner but Cyph3r has the wherewithal to move towards the apron as the tall tree comes timbering down to the canvas. Sahara climbs back onto the apron, encouraging Cyph3r to tag her in. He rolls back inside and does just that, while Nelson moves further away from the corner. Duke, though, flips her hair back and leaps over the top rope before landing in the corner on the middle one, then flips backwards, connecting with a Springboard Moonsault! She stays on top for the cover~

ONE!

TWO!

~Daniels is in to break up the pin~

Jones: Lucky break for Nelson because it could’ve just been over right then.

Hood: The White Widow is one of the most dangerous competitors we have in OCW who can beat you in a number of ways.

Jones: Is.. is Thad paying you to say these things?

Hood: Call the action Smith..

~Puff instructs Daniels to return back to his corner which he does. He sticks his hand out for the tag in frustration but it doesn’t look like Nelson’s going to make it there anytime soon. Duke sends a punt-like kick into Nelson’s gut that has him coughing and struggling for air. She drops a knee onto his skull to keep him grounded. The Boston fans are now showing their disdain, watching their American hero slowed down. Sahara points at Nelson and now at Cyph3r as if to say, ‘This is how you do it..’ Cyph3r smiles at his partner who continues to kick away at the vulnerable Nelson. There’s one kick too many as Nelson finally clutches one of her feet in his hands, she hobbles around on one leg as the 6’9” Nelson rises up to his feet. This is still futile though, Duke hopping up and smacking Ray-Ray across the temple with an enzuigiri! The tall Kentucky man stumbles backwards a bit before Sahara plays a tune for him, dropping him with some Sweet Chin Music! He collapses to the mat again but before she’s able to make a pin, Daniels is inside the ring and taking her down with a spear! Cyph3r now hops in the ring, he meets Daniels just as he rises with Download Complete(Kinshasa)! Brett rolls out of the ring, the move snapping his neck and spine in an uncomfortable angle. Cyph3r drags Sahara towards their corner where he goes back to the apron and tags her hand, making him the legal competitor~

Jones: I don’t care how tough you are, a spear from a man twice your size is going to sit you down any time.

Hood: Daniels should be fined for that assault!

Jones: Trust me, she’s survived worse.

Hood: Doesn’t negate the travesty that just happened.

~Cyph3r yells at Nelson to get up, which he slowly does. Cyph3r seems to be setting him up for the Cutscene, the Boston fans are booing heavily as things look to be over for Nelson as he’s now to one knee. Cyph3r runs the ropes, looking to end it with his shining wizard. He springs off the ropes charging full speed at Nelson but Daniels is there to intercept. He catches Cyph3r and pops him high into the air! The smaller Cyph3r gets major hang time, Daniels moves out of the way as Nelson pops to his feet and catches the Transatlantic Champ and spins him violently into the canvas with the John Deere Buster! The crowd explodes with cheers as he stays on top for the cover!~

ONE!

TWO!

THR–NO!!!

~Sahara comes flying in at the last minute with a frog splash, breaking up the pin. This pisses Daniels off as he now grabs Sahara by her neck and tosses her between the ropes but she lands on the apon. Daniels charges at her but catches a boot through the ropes. He staggers backwards and turns right into Cyph3r who smacks him with a Toxic Kick(Black Mass)! Daniels drops to the mat while Sahara quickly off of the top rope. She aiming for Nelson who’s now vertical, blasting him with a Superman Punch! Nelson drops to a knee where the playboy Cyph3r, with a cocky smirk on his face, he lines Ray-Ray up, he runs full speed and drops him with the Cutscene! He scurries on top for the cover as Puff makes the count~

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

~Puff signals for the bell as the Boston fans drown the victors in boos~

Belvedere: Here are your winners and advancing in the Margarita Mix! CYPH3R AND SAHARA DUKE!

Jones: Big win for CYPH3R and Sahara as they defeat last year’s runner-up, Brett Daniels and his partner, Ray-Ray!

Hood: You knew this was gonna happen. We’re not going to have a PPV at Thad’s pad WITHOUT Sahara in action.

Jones: CYPH3R’s amazing win streak continues as he heads into what could be the biggest night of his career. Will CYPH3R and Sahara go all the way? We’ll find out this Sunday!

Hood: Hey, whoa! Phrasing!

~An upset Adi Gold storms out of the arena exit doors, not happy with her meeting with PIC, apparently. She enters the dim-lit parking lot carrying a handful of papers in her arms. Walking to her car, she slips on a trash bag near some parked Harley Davidson Motorcycles, almost falling into one. But while keeping her balance, she drops all of her papers on the concrete. She sighs as she falls to her knees, starting to gather the papers together. The sound of boot heels fills our ears, and a deep masculine voice accompanies it. ~

???: Hey there, darlin’, need a hand?

~ Adi looks up to see John Nash Strader smiling down at her, and she looks flustered from his presence. Who’re stands near his ‘45 blacked-out stock Harley Panhead, arms crossed, not overly impressed. John squats down; his icy blue eyes seem to be warm at the moment. ~

JNS: Here, let me help.

Adi Gold: Um, thanks… John.

~ He winks at her, smile still present. ~

JNS: Anytime. Everything alright?

~ Adi frowns as she pulls the papers into her hands. She goes to stand up, but JNS gives her a hand.~

Adi Gold: Well, I came here to Boston to PIC to sign his contract for OCW TV. I am kind of in the works of rebuilding it. And the guy freakin’ blows me off to chat with Thad. Thaddeus Duke! Thad! Like, what the hell? So now I have to go back to New York City to tell the OCW TV investors that I didn't get the signature I promised them.

~She clenches her hands together in rage. Breathing in and out, she slowly calms down.~

Adi Gold: I’ll be fine… what… What are you doing here? Hanging with the rest of the Strader fam’? Or working over details with CJ O’Donnell before you guys go into the Mix?

~ He smirks.~

JNS: A bit of both, also just watching what’s happening in the promotion. Deciding if I will stay on after The Mix. My sister and nieces… have their hands full, and that usual (and expected) Strader hate is strong around here.

~ He chuckles slightly, shaking his head.~

JNS: What was the gig you wanted with the Savage Champion?

~Adi roughly tries to organize her papers in her hands before answering.~

Adi Gold: Oh, I wanted to get any OCW Champion to sign a multi-picture deal with OCW TV. He agreed to the meeting… friggin’ Thad! But don’t worry about it. I’ll manage. So… yer’ thinking about joining OCW full time after the Margarita Mix, huh? I was considering it myself. But wIth all the HOW crew running around like a bunch of loony tunes on crack. Attacking whoever they want… I passed. I’ll stick with producing the amazing content for OCW TV.

~Adi fakes a laugh. She finally notices Who’re giving her the stink eye behind JNS. Adi stuffs the papers under one of her arms and gently waves to Who’re.~

Adi Gold: Oh… hey, Who’re. What’s up? You two hitting the town tonight? Get some drinkie-poos in ya?

~Adi fakes another giggle quietly to herself while Who’re continues to stare angrily in Adi’s direction. John hands Who’re the keys to his bike. ~

JNS: Start up my bike, would ya doll? Gonna move it inside the arena. Remember the kickstart.

Who’re: Sure, I’ll do that.

~ John hides his amusement at Who’re’s jealousy as he turns back to Adi. ~

JNS: Yeah, I get that, Adi. Those shitheads are more trouble than they are worth. We’ll see how the Mix goes. I’m not making any decisions just yet. Don’t wanna step on my sister’s toes either; I know OCW is their place. You’ll find someone, or PIC will come around. Veronica took over for Victoria on Ghost Fighter Boone with Splat; maybe one of them would sign with ya.

~ He stops for a second, about to say goodnight to Adi, but something comes to mind. ~

JNS: Would you be around a lot when ya get OCW TV off the ground again?

Adi Gold: That would depend. I wouldn’t make every Massacre taping. But I would have to deal with the talent that agree to participate in the films and television for OCW TV. So I would be around at times. But with everything going bananars’ right now with the constant back stabbing, attacks from behind, babies crawling around and the constant sex, drugs and rock n’ roll within’ this company. I wouldn’t want to be stabbed by any of them and catch some kind of infection. That includes their creepy masked physician. Have you seen that guy? Avoid him. Trust me. You know what…?

~Adi legit laughs out loud this time. She smirks at John. She digs into her jacket with her free hand and pulls out a business card and holds it out to JNS.~

Adi Gold: That’s my OCW TV business card. It has my number and email address on it.Have one. Just incase you ever feel like jumping in front of the camera as an actor, have a screenplay or idea you’d like to share or… you know… need to help out a clumsy girl pick up her mess of papers in a filthy parking lot sometime…

JNS: All about helping out. Especially the lookers….

~Adi laughs as JNS accepts the card.~

Adi Gold: Thanks again for the help. Good luck in the Mix, John!

JNS: Thanks, will keep that in mind.

~He places the card inside his kutte while Adi gives him an awkward thumbs up in his direction as she slowly walks away from him, shaking her head muttering quietly to herself as he chuckles quietly. ~

Adi Gold: ‘Real smooth, Adi… A thumbs up too!?!? Classy.

~Adi looks back one more time at JNS who watches her leave to find her car as the scene ends.~

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~We open backstage where we find Louis Pohl, newly reinstated attorney, wandering the corridors. He pushes past some backstage crew, before stumbling upon his goal. None other than Helena Handbasket.~

Lou: So are you the mute, or the yappy one?

Helena: I beg your pardon, awful shit way to start a dialogue

Lou: Hi, Hey, Hello. Go fuck yourself. I have the evidence, I followed you two around and now I have photographic evidence, and unless you want me to release the footage, you’re less annoying twin is gonna take a dive.

~Helena lets out a chuckle, as the Craze Champion’s representation stares daggers~

Helena: Well, I’d say you got me good, but it seems I got you just as good, maybe gooder.

~One of the vents pops open and a hand emerges holding a VHS tape. Helena retrieves the tape, but not before doing a quick, yet complicated handshake with her double~

Helena: See Louie, I got this here tape. Yenno the one where you got beaten up by an invisible Tamika. Think Crash would love to see this? Best to know when your rep is a lying scuzzbucket, right?

~Lou’s eyes fill with fear, and he hangs his head~

Lou: What do you want for the tape?

Helena: I want you to keep me company, gets awful lonely hiding out during my other’s matches. Could play cards? Maybe madlibs? Love a good madlib. I’m goin to spell it out, Lou real simple. Neither of us are goin to interfere with that match. No one’s takin a dive and everyone stays happily uninformed of everyone else’s misdeeds. Am I speakin plainly enough or do I need to put that in legalese?

~Lou reaches for the tape, but Helena pulls back~

Lou: Fine. We stay back here. Now can I have the tape.

Helena: Awful cheeky of ya, but i wasnt born yesterday. After the match. Now come on, best to get in the vents early, helps keep the illusion, yeah?

~Helena pops open the vent and gestures Lou towards it~

Helena: Well, after you Alice.

Lou: You’ve got to be kidding me? You were serious about the vents?

Helena: In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again. Now hurry on, Lou. The fun awaits.

~Lou sighs, as he drops to his hands and knees crawling through the vent, as a jolly Helena follows behind humming a tune~

Helena: I do this *every week* Louster. Don’t worry, I’ve got some cushions stashed here and there. Makes a hell of a hot box.

Lou: Hot box? Oh maybe this won’t be terrible. Got any acid?

~The camera hangs on the vent as the two disappear out of sight and out of sound, slowly transitioning to the commentary team~

Jones: It appears Helena has Lou over a barrel.

Hood: More like inside a vent.

Jones: Lou's 'stories' might soon catch up with him. He'd better hope his client can retain in tonight's main event or the party may soon come to an end.

Hood: Nah, Lou will survive. He always does.

Jones: Alright folks, our main event is just around the corner...but first, a word from OCW's resident zealot pest, Scott Stevens.

~As the image comes into focus we see that we are in a very wooded area, a forest of some kind. Where? We don’t know, but what we do know is there isn’t a sign of human life for miles. As we trek through the forest we notice the sun is out, but we can barely see it through the high foliage. We continue on looking for signs of human life when the camera suddenly stops moving when something gets our attention.~

Voice: Hoot. Hoot.

~The camera looks to the left~

~Nothing~

~The camera looks to the right~

~Nothing~

Voice: Hoot. Hoot.

~The camera looks up and on one of the high branches of a tree we see an owl~

~Why is it up?~

~Maybe something disturbed it?~

~The questions never get answered when an arrow suddenly collides with the owl and the bird falls to the ground. The camera slowly makes its way over to the owl and its still struggling to live before finally succumbing to its injuries. The camera bends down and a book it placed next to the bird, a very familiar book that reads…..~

BOOK OF BEST

~A single finger appears and dips itself in the blood of the owl when the camera turns around and we see the man behind the cinematic feature is the Demi-God of HOW, Scott Stevens. The Texans’ eyes hide behind his red spectacles, but his sinister grin is ever apparent as he writes on the camera lens before placing it next to the bird and what is written in blood is…..~

8-28-22

Jones: I sure hope that man pays for the unnecessary violence he brought upon an owl.

Hood: Yes, paid handsomely for killing the worst owl in the history of owls...OWLIS KNIGHT

Jones: Scott Stevens will put his money where his mouth is THIS Sunday as he faces former OCW Champion and Hall of Famer, Alice Knight. A can't miss match!

Hood: HOW Hall of Famer versus OCW Hall of Famer. Let's go!

Jones: Alright fans, it's time for tonight's Main Event...a Craze Championship match. Helena Handbasket has been on fire recently, earning this shot by defeating three other competitors at Truth or Consequences, including Crash's MIX partner, Ball Ball.

Hood: She definitely earned it.

Jones: Crash, on the other hand, completed a three year odyssey for Craze glory when he finally dethroned Tamika Strader as Truth or Consequences for the coveted title. Can he defend it? Or will fate turn cruel and take the belt from him in his first defense? Let's head to the ring to find out!

Craze Championship
Crash Rodriguez (c) (8-3) vs. Helena Handbasket (4-1)

Belvedere: Ladies and gentleman and people in the non-binary, this next match is scheduled for one fall and is for the OCW CRAZE CHAMPIONSHIP!!! Introducing first Standing at 5 feet 9 inches and weighing 12.1 Stone. She is the ATOMIC BLONDE! HELENA HANDBASKET!!!!

~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: Here comes the #1 Contender.

Hood: She’s gone downhill ever since she’s joined PTSD.

~Helena turns and grins, winking at the camera, as "THAT BOY NEEDS THERAPY '' continues droning on overhead. 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 backwards into the ring via a handspring! Handbasket gives a big sweeping bow in the ring as her music fades.~

Belvedere: And coming to the ring from Kansas City, Missouri. He stands 5 foot 11 inches, weighing in at 207 pounds. HE……IS……THE REIGNING UNDISPUTED, O…..C…..W CRAZE CHAMPION… CAH!!!!RASH!!!! RODRIGUEZ!!!!!!

~ “No Love” By Death grips start to play as Crash appears with the Craze Strap around his waist. The Crowd boos him as he lifts the newly designed CRAZE belt in the air.~

Jones: That belt looks good. Why are the fans booing him?

Hood: I think they are booing him, not the belt Jones.

~ Crash makes his way down to the ring.~

~ Crash hands his belt over to an OCW lackey and then gets in the ring.~

Jones: Crash standing across from Handbasket and he lifts both hands up and points imaginary guns at Helena. Helena pretends to reach into her side and whips out an imaginary shotgun. Both competitors stand still facing each other as the crowd pops.

Hood: What the fuck is this? A Mexican Standoff?

Jones: Don’t be racist Hood.

~ Crash holsters his imaginary guns and rushes towards the Atomic Blonde with a Clothesline attempt. Helena ducks under, spins Crash around and hits the SUPERSONICS (codebreaker)! She goes for the pin~

1…

2…..

KICK OUT!!!!

Jones: Fireworks from the start Hood. She almost took home the title with that move. That would have been one of the fastest finishes in history.

Hood: You would know a thing or two about fast finishes.

~ Crash is still reeling from the move as Helena slaps the mat and pops up. She grabs Crash by his hair and drags him to the center of the ring. She delivers a standing splash. And quickly goes for the cover again.

1…

KICK OUT!

~ Helena lifts Crash up and whips him to the ropes, Crash rebounds and ducks and Helena leapfrogs over him, he rebounds and slides under as she goes for a high boot. ~

Jones: Crash slides all the way out of the ring. So far it’s been all Helena.

Hood: Smart move.

~ Helena urges Crash to come back in the ring. The ref starts his count. Crash flips Helena off. Helena sits on the middle rope and creates an opening for Crash to come back, knowing that she can’t win by a countout. Crash takes this opportunity to walk around one of the ring posts and quickly slide back into the ring. Helena meets him in the center of the ring again. Crash lifts one hand in the air, trying to convince Helena to a test of strength. Helena lifts her hand up to grip his but he swiftly gouges her in the eye. He follows it up with a vicious clothesline. ~

Jones: Finally some offense from Crash.

Hood: He was just waiting for the right time.

~ Crash isn’t letting this opportunity go to waste. He grabs Helena by the hair, puts her in a front face lock, then lifts her up and drops her with a hard suplex. Crash kips up and poses for the crowd. Helena is writhing in pain. Crash turns back to Helena and delivers a diving elbow to the head, and another, and another. Crash has a crazed look on his face, as he drags Helena to the turnbuckle. He picks her up and throws her head first into the turnpost. Her head smacks off the top buckle. A small gash has opened on her forehead. Crash sets himself up as Helena starts to get up slowly. She stands up as he charges and hits her with a sling blade. Crash goes for the pin as the ref makes the count. ~

1…….

2…..

3..NO!!!!!!!

Jones: A NEAR PINFALL. I THOUGHT IT WAS OVER!!

Hood: Calm your tits Jones.

~ Crash has been in control for most of this match, but he looks frustrated he couldn’t put Helena away there. He picks her hip and whips her hard to the opposite turnbuckle. Crash charges in for a corner splash, but Helena lifts a knee up and connects. Helena wipes the blood that is pouring down her face, she licks it and smiles. Crash is dazed as Helena delivers a gorgeous drop kick that sends him reeling to the corner. Carson rests his head on the bottom turnbuckle, but he can’t rest for long as Helena hits him with the Blurred Lines (bronco buster). ~

Hood: Some men may actually enjoy getting Blurred by Helena.

Jones: Gross.

~ Helena grabs Crash and lifts him up, then begins to bang his head against the turnbuckle. The crowd counts as Crash’s head smacks against the turnbuckle. 1!!2!!3!!4!!5!! Helena stops after 5, then tosses Crash out of the ring. ~

Jones: That was odd, usually wrestlers go all the way to 10.

Hood: Maybe she knew the OCW Faithful can’t count that high.

~ Crash is gathering himself on the outside and uses the railing for support. Helena charges and leaps over the top ropes and onton Crash. Both wrestlers are on the ground, both are in pain. ~

Jones: Helena is a bloody mess. And it looks like Crash is cut open as well.

Hood: This is a bloodbath.

~ Helena is first to get up, she kicks Crash in the mid section. Then throws him back into the ring. Helena pulls herself up then slingshots herself onto Crash. But Crash rolls away just in time. Both wrestlers are on opposite sides of the ring, they both slowly help themselves up by grabbing on the ring ropes. Helena wipes more blood from her face, Crash finally realizes he’s been bloodied and smiles. Both wrestlers slowly march towards the center of the ring and lock up. They begin to rapidly throw punches at one another. Crash gains the upper hand and delivers a knee to Helena’s mid section. He then follows that up with a snap DDT. The crowd stirs, then yells “OH SHIT!” as someone appears at the entrance way. ~

Jones: Oh no. Here comes trouble. What is TLS doing ?

Hood: he’s probably come to cheer on the newest member of PTSD.

~ Crash is too focused to notice TLS coming down as he drags Helena to the center of the ring and puts her in the boston crab. Helena is screaming in pain as Crash finally sees TLS for the first time. Crash stares at TLS and smiles as he has Helena in the boston crab. TLS yells something at Crash and Crash drops the hold and leans over the ropes and gives TLS a middle finger. ~

Jones: Clearly TLS is here to distract Crash.

Hood: he just wants an up close view of the match.

~ Crash turns back to Helena, he picks her up and then quickly drops her with a falling neck breaker. Crash lifts her up again and then puts her in position for the TOTAL LOSS. He executes the move and then goes for the pin.~

Jones: What the hell is the ref doing?

Hood: He’s having a conversation with TLS.

~ TLS is on the ring apron and has the ref's attention. Crash is on top of Helena waiting for the count that is coming. Crash wipes the blood from his eyes and sees the issue. He gets up slowly then rushes towards TLS. The ref ducks as Crash connects with a flying elbow to TLS who falls off the apron and onto the outside. Crash yells some vulgar insults at TLS, who gets up slowly. The crowd again yells “OH SHIT!” as CJ O’Donell and Alice Knight come running down to the ringside. ~

Jones: Looks like Paramount are evening the odds.

Hood: 3 is greater than 2 Jones. Where did you learn your arithmetic?

~ The break in action has given Helena some time to recuperate. Crash turns back to Helena who hits him with a hard right hand, then another and another. Helena irish whips Crash and hits him with a spear. She seems to have her second wind as she runs to the turnbuckle and climbs the top rope. She leaps off and connects with a swanton bomb. She places her arm on Crash and goes for the pin. ~

1!!!!!!!

2!!!!!!!

NO!!! CRASH LIFTS A SHOULDER UP!!!

Jones: She can’t seem to keep Crash down.

Hood: This match is getting out of hand. CJ and TLS are brawling on the outside.

~ The ref notices the fracas on the outside and is yelling at TLS and CJ to stop as Helena waits for Crash to stand up. She yells “FECK OFF!” and delivers a Bullhammer. Crash is dazed as Helena connects with the SCREW U!. She goes for the pin.~

Jones: The ref is too busy yelling at TLS and CJ. He could have counted to 10.

Hood: We need better referees.

~ Alice slides into the ring and pulls Helena off Crash. She hooks Helena into position and hits the APACHE!! She pulls Crash and places him on top of Helena. Alice quickly slides out of the ring then yells for the ref to make the count. ~

Jones: That was very heelish of Alice.

Hood; You can never trust those owls.

~ The ref sees Crash with his arm on Helena and drops down to the make the pin.~

1!!!!!!

2!!!!!

3!!!! NO!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jones: OH MY GOD! I THOUGHT THAT WAS IT!

Hood: Helena just got her shoulder up at the last split second.

~ Alice slams a fist on the apron. CJ just hit TLS with a ddt onto an unpadded part of the floor. The crowd again yells “OH SHIT!” as Tamika and Mike Zybala come through the crowd. Tamika goes after CJ as Zybala confronts Alice. Meanwhile in the ring, Crash is slow to get up as Helena is still down. Crash lifts her up and drags her to the corner. Crash sits her on the top buckle. He gets her into position and hooks her up. ~

Jones: Crash is going for the CRASH REPORT! It could be all over if he hits this.

Hood: Well maybe, but the ref has to start paying attention to this match.

~ Crash gets in position and is ready to execute the move, when the crowd again yells “OH SHIT!” It’s Bob Grenier!!! And the World Champion KILLA KALI! Kali heads towards his nemesis CJ as he and Tamika get the upper hand. Mike Zybala and Alice are arguing with each other on the opposite side. TLS is still down. Bob quickly hops up to the apron and pushes Crash off Helena. “OH SHIT!” The crowd pops again as Alexandra Calaway and Ed Houston run down to help even the odds. The referee isn’t sure of what to do at this point as it’s just mayhem. Crash is on the mat, covered in blood. Helens is seated on the top turnbuckle covered in blood. Zybala and Alice are shoving each other. Tamika and Calaway are exchanging blows. Kali slams CJ against a steel railing. Ed Houston and Bob Grenier are locked up in the aisle. TLS slowly gets to his feet and yells for Helena to take advantage of the situation.~

Jones: TLS is trying to help Helena secure another belt for PTSD.

Hood: They’re just being greedy at this point.

~ Helena finally comes to and stands up on the top buckle. She then wills herself off and delivers a FROG SPLASH!!! She goes for the pin.~

Jones: WHAT IS HAPPENING?

Hood: WHAT THE HELL IS THE REF DOING?

~ The bell sounds as the ref waves his arm in the air. The crowd boos!!!~

Belvedere: LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, THE REFEREE HAS DECLARED THIS MATCH A DOUBLE DISQUALIFICATION!!!

Jones: Helena had it won.

Hood: So did CRASH!

~ Helena places her hands on her knees and is exhausted. Crash gets up slowly, clearly disgusted at the outcome. Zybala climbs into the ring and shoves Crash. Crash is clearly worn out, he delivers a swift superkick to the groin of Zybala who falls to the mat in pain. Helena pulls Zybala towards her side as Grenier, Kali, Tamika, and TLS all get into the ring. CJ, Ed, Alice and Calaway all enter the ring as well.~

Jones: Look at all those wrestlers in the ring. This Feud between Paramount and PTSD is going to boil over soon and it’s not going to be pretty.

Hood: CLASSIC OCW BABY!

Jones: A Double DQ is NOT the way management wanted this to go, that's for sure. It looks like the new booker, Leo is going to have a decision to make.

Hood: Easy, just give the belt to JPD.

Jones: Of the five thousand and twenty-four possible decisions he could make, that's the worst.

Hood: Weak.

~ OCW officials and referees finally rush to the ring to intervene. ~

Jones: Looks like we have to cut backstage!

Hood: Always at the wrong time.

~The OCWtron lights up, and the faithful cheer for the former (and greatest) TransAtlantic Champion in OCW history, VERONICA STRADER, who has a simple neck brace on. She is talking with The Knife Man near catering when a familiar old friend approaches the duo. ~

???: Hey Ronnie, how ya been?

Veronica Strader: Marcy The Headmistress! What are you doing here? Marcy THM: Just helping my GM promote the special edition Equality tomorrow night. I was hoping I would run into you.

TKM: I’ll leave you ladies to it; Eddy Bueger and Machete Phil have a Euchre tournament with the NPCs going on.

Veronica Strader: NPCs?

TKM: Don’t worry about it. Remember, physical therapy next week for that neck.

~ Veronica hugs the TKM before he leaves. Marcy motions for her former boss to follow her. ~

Veronica Strader: What’s going on, Marcy? Where’s Roxxie?

Marcy THM: That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. Ever since Vicky Stone started kicking up dirt about the Equality roster not being showcased since some of the main talents are on the show tomorrow, Roxxie has been beside herself as Vicky said she signed the petition to fire Lord Allton.

Veronica Strader: That doesn’t sound like Roxxie. Vicky is probably huffing on those gasoline rags again, and I wouldn’t worry too much about it.

~ Marcy stops and looks her in the eye. ~

Marcy THM: She’s on top of TD Garden right now, getting some air. Would you come and talk to her?

Veronica Strader: Yeah, of course I will. Lead the way.

~ Marcy lets out a sigh of relief as Veronica follows her up to the roof of TD Garden. ~

Jones: A reunion of sorts for Veronica Strader. When she was wearing the Guy Fawkes mask trolling the wrestling community, Marcy the Headmistress and Rox Gobbler were a part of her entourage with Chuck, the head of her old security detail.

Hood: Right, that little bastard redheaded step-child. The little dude gave me the creeps.

Jones: Nice to see there are no hard feelings that Veronica had moved on to her own path as the TransAtlantic Champion.

Hood: Maybe, all I know is what my pops taught me, avoid a woman scorned.

~ The OCW camera crew follows Veronica and Marcy outside onto the roof of TD Garden, but there is no Rox Gobbler in sight. Veronica looks confused. ~

Veronica Strader: Where is Roxxie?

~ As Veronica turns around to look at Marcy for an answer, she is greeted with a very stiff right-handed sucker punch from The Head Mistress to the throat. Normally she could handle something like that, but with her neck messed up, it gives her pause as she falls to a knee. ~

Marcy THM: She’s not here, but sends her warmest regards.

~ Dripping in sarcasm, she watches in delight as Ronnie tries to catch her breath. We can hear the door close and then a loud metal clang. The camera pans over to see VICTORIA STRADER (ponytail and all) standing in front of the door she just locked by placing a metal bar through the handle. The OCW Faithful are booing loudly. ~

Victoria Strader: Ahhh, listen to those MASS-HOLES sing my song.

~ Victoria sneers at her sister and nods at Marcy. ~

Jones: Well, spank my butt and call me Smith.

Hood: I told ya. Oh wait, I know what’s going to happen.

Jones: What?

Hood: Think about it.

Victoria Strader: Ya know, Ronnie, it wasn’t very nice ditching Marcy here and Roxxie as you climbed the ladder in OCW at all our expense. Them for support, and me for my body you had hijacked. You used them, and you used me. You like to use everybody, don’t ya? Just take, take, and take, never giving back. Well, I think it’s time you gave back. Right Marcy?

Marcy THM: Absolutely.

~ We can hear banging on the roof door and the sound of “The Vees” aunt and uncle, John and Tamika Strader yelling to open up. ~

Victoria Strader: Aww, auntie and uncz are trying to save you… but I will let you in on a little secret…

~ Victoria bends down as she approaches Veronica, getting close to her ear. ~

Victoria Strader: No one can save you now.

~ Veronica tries to swing a quick left hand, but Victoria sidesteps and sends a thrust kick into the former TA Champion’s chest, causing her to fall on her ass. ~

Victoria Strader: That’ll be enough of that.

~ Victoria looks out over the city of Boston before looking back at Ronnie, clutching her chest and neck on the ground. ~

Victoria Strader: Back in December, our sister, Cara, tried to rescue me by coming after you, but you had set it all up, and I couldn’t stop you. You dragged her by the neck with a Chad Vargas sweatshirt to the roof of the OCW Arena… do you remember what you did to her?

~ The Faithful start to boo as they remember. As do Hood and Jones. ~

Jones: No… she wouldn’t.

Hood: Oh yeah, she would! Go Victoria!

~ Veronica can’t speak from the shot to her throat, but her identical glasz-coloured eyes flicker with the old flame she used to have in her mean streak. We can hear a transport truck's airbrake pulled on in the background. ~

Victoria Strader: I asked you, no, scratch that, I BEGGED you to leave Cara alone. She was trying to help her sister and her best friend. But you have no heart, didn’t care, and you threw her off the arena in Key West. If not for that dumpster, she would either be a vegetable or dead.

Hood: Hey, Jones.

Jones: *sigh*... what?

Hood: What’s the hardest part to eat on a vegetable?

Jones: ???

Hood: The wheelchair.

~ Jones just shakes his head. Victoria yanks Veronica up by her neck brace. Veronica tries to fight back, but a hard elbow into her side quells her. She grabs the back of Veronica’s neck with her right hand as her left grips onto the middle of her belt above her ass. ~

Victoria Strader: What did you ask her… if she could fly? Well… I ask you the… exact… same… THING!

~ On the cue of “thing” Victoria runs Veronica toward the ledge and, with all her strength, propels Veronica off the side of the roof, and we can hear Veronica scream and the Faithful go silent as a loud bang can be heard. Victoria sneers, looking back at Marcy before looking over the ledge. ~

Victoria Strader: You lucky bitch.

~ The OCW camera crew nervously looks over the side of the roof, and we see Veronica on her back, sprawled out on the top of a transport truck trailer that cut her fall short, but significant damage has been achieved as blood pours out of Veronica’s mouth. She lays motionless, although we can see her chest slowly rise and fall with breath. ~

Jones: Oh My Lanta, Hood! That trailer broke her fall, but there has to be major damage done to her body. Her neck was already messed up from former OCW Champion Big Bifford.

Hood: That would’ve been much cooler if she hit the pavement!

~ The door busts open as TAMIKA and JOHN STRADER run to the ledge, followed by Machete Phil looking over. We all see The Knife Man, ground level, with OUTCAST frantically climbing up between the truck and trailer. He looks up and starts yelling at Victoria. John and Tamika turn to their niece, horrified looks on their faces. ~

Tamika Strader: Vee! That’s your sister!

Victoria Strader: No, she’s an abomination that shouldn’t exist!

JNS: But she does exist, Vee.

~ The older Straders look back over the edge as Outcast and The Knife Man work with the medics to get her down to medical attention. When they look (and we) back at Victoria… she is gone. ~

Jones: Where did she go?! She has to answer for this crime!

Hood: Someone check the PORTAL POTTY!

~ We fade out to commercial on Outcast holding Veronica’s hand as JNS and Tamika head toward the roof exit to check on their niece with Victoria Strader nowhere in sight. ~

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~We cut to the inside of the office where OCW Head Booker Leo can be found. He is seated behind his desk and is accompanied by two very attractive and seductively dressed women from here in Boston. The two women can be seen fawning over and pampering Leo because let’s face it… Leo keeps his pimp hand strong. Suddenly the door office opens and in walks the HOW LSD Champion Jace Parker Davidson. Leo however doesn’t even notice Jace is there because his head is currently buried in between one of the ladies' cleavage.~

DAVIDSON: Respect.

~Leo removes his head from the woman’s breasts and turns to look at the LSD Champion.~

LEO: JPD! What’s happening?!

DAVIDSON: Same old, same old, but I wanted to have a few words with you about some stuff.

LEO: Sure, by all means.

~Leo smiles widely but his head goes right back in between the woman’s breasts which causes Jace to shake his head and clear his throat.~

DAVIDSON: Ladies… can I have a moment alone with Leo, please?

~Both ladies look at each other for a moment then shrug their shoulders. The two women pull away from Leo and begin to exit the office as Leo looks around with a frown on his face.~

LEO: What’s going on? Where are they going?!

DAVIDSON: They’ll be back, I just need a moment of your time.

~Leo sighs but ultimately nods his head as Jace continues.~

DAVIDSON: First off, congratulations on the promotion. I couldn’t think of a better man for the job of booking matches going forward.

LEO: Thank you, I take my position in OCW very seriously. So… can the girls come back now?

DAVIDSON: In a minute, I have to ask you Leo… how is it working for Thaddeus Duke?

LEO: It’s fantastic!

DAVIDSON: Of course, he gave you the promotion and some women. What is not to like, am I right? However, it does come with certain risks.

~Leo’s eyes widened a little bit.~

LEO: What kind of risks?

DAVIDSON: Well, as you probably already know… Thaddeus Duke isn’t the most likable person right now in OCW. With his firing of Marcus Welsh and his insistence on making those people on the roster who judged him suffer. That means that a lot of people are rallying together and conspiring against him.

~Leo raises his hand and strokes his chin a little bit like he understands what is going on.~

DAVIDSON: Not to mention the fact that he pretended to open the door so to speak to the wrestlers of High Octane Wrestling after previously ordering Welsh not to associate with us. Something that the HOW roster isn’t too happy about. That’s a lot of people, correct?

LEO: That’s two full rosters full for people!

DAVIDSON: Exactly and being that Thaddeus promoted you as Head Booker then that directly puts you in the line of fire. The more you book things in Thaddeus’ favor the more harm you could be doing to your own well-being.

~Leo remains quiet for a moment as he ponders what could possibly happen but it's clear the man does not want his ass kicked by two different rosters.~

DAVIDSON: And Thaddeus only cares about his own well-being which is why he has Cyrus Braddock to watch his back. But what about poor Leo? Who is going to watch Leo’s back?

~Jace shrugs his shoulders as Leo visibly gulps.~

DAVIDSON: Actually… I could watch your back Leo. I could have members of the EPU watch your back and most importantly…

~Jace walks around the desk and pulls out his cell phone. He leans over and shows a picture to Leo.~

DAVIDSON: I could maybe have the STRONKEST Man Alive STRONK Godson watch your back. You’d feel safe then, wouldn’t you?

~Leo nods his head furiously as he looks at the man mountain known as STRONK.~

DAVIDSON: All of that protection can be all yours Leo… I just need you to do me a couple of favors… Do we have a deal?

LEO: Deal!

~Jace smiles as he shakes hands with Leo. The two men begin to discuss matters together as we shift elsewhere inside of the arena.~

Jones: Is STRONK going to show up to protect Leo?

Hood: Well, that'd be wild. I don't know much about the guy outside the obvious.

Jones: What is the obvious? His name?

Hood: Nope. The fact he has a BITCHIN theme song and music video.

Jones: Right.

Hood: You clearly haven't watched it, as evidenced by the fact you do not have a raging erection.

Jones: I'm a professional. Anyway...it looks like that's going to...hold on, folks. I'm told we've got a situation taking place!

~We flick through a couple of night vision cameras set up around the public park in Boston. 4 cameras all from different angles of the same fountain, the cameras detect light and deactivate the night vision, a Monte Carlo rolls along the park pathway reaching the fountain, the man who steps out is Thaddeus Duke, wielding his Pistol in his right hand and a GPS tracker in his left. He looks around scanning the treeline, looking for the man who took his son.~

FLASH

~Two headlights illuminate the front of Thad, and illuminate the back of one, Easton Alexander. Thad stares at him with a look of rage, his body shaking, Easton however is unmoved~

Easton: I thought so… tracker is a smart move.

~Thad drops the tracker and starts to charge toward Easton~

Easton: You need to relax.

~Thad racks the slide on the hand canon, and places it against Eastons forehead~

Thad: Where is my son?

Easton: He’s safe.

Thad: Safe where!?

Easton: He's in my car… I wanted to talk to you.

~Thad takes the pistol off his head and moves it beside his ear, he pulls the trigger and fires a round PAST Eastons head. Easton recoils, his ears no doubt ringing~

Thad: Don’t fuck with me!

~Thad taps the gun against Eastons head again~

Thad: If he’s not there you're a dead man.

~Thad begins to walk over to the car. But just before he can get close. two wires fly from off camera, and stick into Duke. Thad’s body goes stiff and he drops on his face~

Easton: Good shot, Emiko.

~Emiko Kikuchi, Eastons protege walks into frame holding a taser~

Emiko: Thank you.

~Eastons walks over to Thads body, he kicks away his pistol and grabs a lock of his hair. Thad groans~

Easton: Here’s what’s gonna go down, you're going to lift my suspension…

Thad: Fuck… You…

Easton: I could run forever Duke, and you would never see Frankie again. I’m giving you a choice, reinstate my contract, make me an active wrestler again, and you can have Frankie back… or I get in that car and you’ll never get to see your son again.

~Thad pauses for a second… and starts to speak again~

Thad: nobody knows we are out here, what makes you think I would keep my promise.

Easton: wrong… I set up cameras all over this park broadcasting live to the arena, everything you’ve done… everything you’ve said… they heard everything… so bring me back.

Thad: … Fine… done..

~Easton cracks a smile as Thad remains on the ground, trying to fight through the pain still jolting through his nervous system~

Thad: Don’t get cocky… There’s so much you don’t know, Easton. Not only are you reinstated, but you’re going to the Margarita Mix.

~Easton and Emiko look at each other for a moment~

Thad: There, you’re goin’ one on one with me inside House of Horrors. And so there’s no excuses when I beat your ass, I’m lifting the ban on the Dragon Driver.

Easton: You poor fool, you just signed your death warrant, Em go get Frank.

~Emiko walks over to Eastons car and opens up the back, Frankie steps out, and rushs over to his Father~

Thad: I’m alright Frankie.

~Easton and Emiko step into the car and drive off, we sit on the frame of Thad running iOS dangers through Frankie’s hair, as we fade to black, and cut back to the arena~

~The faithful sit in a stunned silence as we hear from Jones and Hood~

Jones: Wow.

Hood: What the fuck is a house of horrors match.

Jones: I don’t know but… I think these men have taken it too far.

Hood: you could say that again, Easton resorted to kidnapping Thad’s kid, and Thad almost put a bullet in Eastons head… this has gone farther then just a professional rivalry.

Jones: Well, it's going to be settled THIS Sunday at the MIX. Folks, what a lineup we have in store for you all. As if the MIX tournament wasn't enough...we have two specialty matches! First, Scott Stevens and Alice Knight in what I'm told Leo is dubbing a 'Hall of Fame' challenge. And then, Thaddeus Duke, OCW's majority owner puts professionalism aside as he gets personal with Easton Alexander in a House of Horrors match.

Hood: Can't fuckin wait.

Jones: The Margarita Mix is THIS Sunday. OCW's final blowout of the summer! Don't miss it!

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OCW Presents: Margarita Mix
LIVE! Sunday, August 28th 2022!!
From Safe Haven
IN Newport, Rhode Island

Mix Quarterfinals
(1) PIC & TLS vs. (8) Crash & Ball Ball
(4) Ally Cally & Ricky Rodriguez vs. (5) CYPH3R & Sahara
(3) Dylan Thomas & Mike Zybala vs. (7) CJ O’Donnell & JNS
(2)Thunder Knuckles & Dolly Waters vs. (6) Bob Grenier & Curt Canon

Hall of Fame Challenge
Alice Knight vs. Scott Stevens

Mix Semifinals
TBA vs. TBA
TBA vs. TBA

House of Horrors Match
Thaddeus Duke vs. Easton Alexander

Mix Finals
TBA vs. TBA

Main Event: Mix Championship
TBA vs. TBA