LIVE! August 8th 2022
FROM Madison Square Garden
In New York City
~Monday Night Massacre fades into a capacity crowd at Madison Square Garden. The camera pans around the crowd for several moments as the unrest and anticipation begins to mount. After several seconds of panning the sold out Mecca of Professional Wrestling, a familiar theme hits the airwaves.
~As Highly Suspect’s ‘My Name Is Human’ strikes up, the New York City crowd comes alive with excitement for their hometown anti-hero. The cameras settle on the entrance way for several seconds as the theme continues to play.
HOOD: Where is he?
JONES: That’s the question!
~Soon, another camera finds him up in the nose bleeds making his way toward the ring through the crowd.
HOOD: It’s a heroes homecoming here in New York City!
JONES: Majority Owner Thaddeus Duke has been in a foul mood all week and Hood, this homecoming might be just the ticket!
~Thaddeus Duke continues to greet fans on his way to the ring. He’s treated like a villain in many places. Not in New York. Never in New York. He can do no wrong when it comes to New Yorkers. Clad in a white ‘Lionheart’ hoodie with the hood over his head and casual jeans, the majority owner hops the rail before hopping to the ring apron. Belvedere hands him a mic and Thad continues to look out across the sea of pro-Thad OCW fans.
~Upon entering the ring, his hometown theme fades out while he paces the ring.
THAD: They know not what they do.
~MSG pops hard for Thad.
JONES: Who!?
THAD: I saved this company. I saved OCW from ineffective leadership. I saved OCW from being lorded over by the god damn pussies with the last name Strader that no doubt tells anyone in the back that’ll listen just how evil and selfish and… toxic… I am.
Hell, I saved every man and woman on this roster from the edge of certain death. That wasn’t Welsh. That sure as fuck wasn’t that fake as bitch Tamika Strader! That was all me.
JONES: Ooof!
HOOD: Whaaaat’s happening right now?
JONES: I guess the boss has some things he’d like to get off his chest.
THAD: Let me tell you something about Tamika fucking Strader. You know that Tamika Cares hashtag she pushes on Twitter? It’s all bullshit. Oh, Tamika cares alright, but she only cares about telling you what you want to hear. She cares about keeping you on her side. She cares a lot about keeping her spot but let me tell you a little secret that really, isn’t much of a secret at all. When her spot is threatened, that’s when the real Tamika comes out.
That’s when you should pay attention.
No, Strader doesn’t give a shit about anyone in the back. She doesn’t care about any of you. Only herself.
I’ve made no secret that I try to give OCW fans what they want to see and I’ve also made it clear that I don’t give a shit what the roster thinks about any of it.
That’s the difference between Tamika and I. She’ll kiss your ass and figuratively suck your dick or eat you out and tell you alllll the nice things you want to hear while trying hard to maintain her status and if that means stabbing you in the back to do it, it’s exactly what she’ll do.
I don’t do any of that. I’ve been a straight shooter my entire life and I don’t kiss anyone’s ass.
~The man takes a breath.
THAD: See, I tried to be the nice guy. I tried to stay mostly hands off while overseeing Marcus Welsh and believe you me at some point during the course of the Thaddeus Duke Show this evening, Marcus Welsh and I are going to have a discussion.
It’s ever clear to me now… they don’t want me to be the nice guy.
They don’t want me to be hands off.
~Thad takes a breather as he paces the ring and throws off his hood.
THAD: For the last few months I’ve sat back and virtually said nothing as my name was dragged through the mud. I’ve sat back and listened as this member of the OCW roster, or that tried to paint me with broad brush strokes in the color of money.
Or they paint me as a womanizer due to my rather public bedroom prowess.
~Thad stops, looks into the camera.
THAD: Or painted as a rapist.
They paint me as a man that doesn’t have OCW’s best interest at heart and I have to tell each and every single one of you that I’m done being the nice guy. I’m done sitting back and letting people tarnish my name to get themselves over. I’m done letting people say and think whatever they want to think while controlling the Thaddeus Duke narrative.
~The man pauses as he paces the ring some more.
JONES: I… don’t think I’ve quite seen this side of Thaddeus Duke, Hood!
HOOD: I have… this is just a warning shot!
THAD: Maybe I’ll just start leaning into all of those things they already think I am. Maybe I’ll show them the difference between who they think I am, and who I really am. I’d bet my entire fortune that those that are always so uncomfortable in the back anytime someone new signs with MY company… that the Thaddeus Duke I am…
~He lowers his head, and stares forward into the camera in a sort of Kubrick stare.
THAD: …is a far better man than the Thaddeus Duke they think I am… are about to feel a lot less comfortable.
~He stares his dark brown eyes into the camera for a few moments before stepping away and resuming his pacing of the ring.
THAD: The first order of business in reasserting myself in the midst of things here in OCW is reinstating my unprecedented OCW talent contract I signed more than a year ago.
HOOD: YES!
JONES: …So?
THAD: It’s unprecedented because it was the first OCW contract to have a ‘favored nations’ clause that wasn’t breakable so I guess what I’m saying is that even though I don’t need it, I’m making Bob Grenier money now and if you’re doin’ the math… I’ll wait for you to grab your phones… or just ask Cypher… what that means, is that there’s now far less pennies for each and every one of you.
And I don’t care if you like it or not. I’m gonna tell each and everyone of you the same thing I told Easton Alexander. There’s a door that pays and one that doesn’t. Make your choice because I really don’t give a damn who stays and who goes.
JONES: Holy…
HOOD: …Shiiitt.
THAD: In case you haven’t noticed… I’m no longer interested in being the nice guy. I’m no longer interested in keeping peace or trying to keep the ungrateful marks for themselves sitting in the back happy.
All I’m interested now is what’s best for business. And only business.
I’m what’s best for business.
Sahara is what’s best for business.
I’ve just changed the game.
~He pauses.
HOOD: I feel a dark cloud incoming, Jones!
JONES: I feel it too.
THAD: I want you to remember what you thought I was when I bought the majority share. I want you to remember you talking yourselves into thinking how horrible it was. How horrible I was. How horrible Sahara was.
I want you to remember it, OCW, because I have the ability and the skills to be far, far worse than you ever believed I was.
~Mic drop. Thad exits the ring and starts for the back.
JONES: Majority owner Thaddeus Duke with perhaps an ominous warning for all of OCW!
HOOD: You can’t even disagree with him though, Jones! He’s been called everything under the sun from toxic to a rapist and now he’s had enough of it.
JONES: Most of it, I’ll admit, has been unwarranted.
HOOD: You can only hit a man so many times before he starts firing back!
~As the image cuts to the backstage area we see the Demi-God of HOW, Scott Stevens, sitting casually in a chair with feet up, grin on his face and eyes hidden behind his signature 97 Red spectacles.
Scott Stevens: OCW. Stevens casually looks towards the camera~
Scott Stevens: Where the big girls and boys play.
~He chuckles a bit~
Scott Stevens: More like where the cowards roam and the average and mediocre play.
~Stevens cackles~
Scott Stevens: HA! HA!
~Stevens is enjoying himself as he suddenly rises to his feet~
Scott Stevens: I, The Pope of the House of Best, issued a decree looking to prove that anything not touched by the 97 Red light is inferior and apparently that has rang true because no one has stepped up to the plate to answer my Proclamation of Bestness.
~Stevens shakes his head in disappointment~
Scott Stevens: I’ve heard the rumors that a bird lover is interested in stepping up to the Altar of Best to prove that OCW is better, but that is a rumor, nothing more.
~The Texan sighs~
Scott Stevens: If I was signed to OCW I’d be afraid of facing anyone from HOW as well. I mean look at what my leviathan, Jace Parker Davidson, has done in a short amount of time. Or those cowards from the Highwaymen showing up and attacking people. Granted it’s understandable for OCW to be afraid as it still hasn’t recovered from the eMpire scorching the earth of this company. Ask Lurrr, he’s lucky to still have what little hair he has left.
~A smirk comes over the Texan’s face~
Scott Stevens: Until some tough guy or girl decides to step up I’ll continue to spread the gospel of Best because we all know this place needs it.
~Stevens states as he reaches into his vest pocket and produces a pocket sized version of the Book of Best and leaves in on the chair as he exits the frame~
Jones: Scott Stevens still spreading his propaganda on the OCW air waves!
Hood: Yea, well the dude issued a challenge...he just wants to dance, man. SOMEBODY DANCE WITH HIM.
Jones: Rumors swirling Alice might be his dance partner.
Hood: …
Jones: Hood?
Hood: kill me now
Jones: Oh come on! Alice versus Stevens would be a HUGE match!
Hood: In what realm, Jones? That planet Jar Jar Binks is from?
Jones: You’re too hard on her. Stevens taking on Alice Knight would be amazing! Stevens preaching his gospel while Alice HOOTS hers. I hope we see it!
Hood: Yep, looks like it’s time to do some meth.
Jones: Stop.
~The lights flicker and a spotlight shines on the entrance way as TLS appears and gets a good pop from the crowd. The spotlight gets a little bigger as Mike Zybala appears. He gets an even louder pop. The spotlight expands again and the world champion Killa Kali appears, he gets a mix of boos and cheers. The whole entrance way is lit as SHE-LS and GISM appears. They both get a mixed reaction. PTSD all begin to head down to the ring. ~
Jones: And here comes PTSD to the ring. It seems like they grow in membership every week.
Hood: Yeah. These guys multiple like rabbits. Masked rabbits.
~All the members of PTSD stand in the middle ofnthe ring. Mike Zybala has both tag belts on his shoulder. Kali has the World title around his waist. Mike Zybala is the first to speak ~
Mike Zybala: Okay. I think its time to wake everyone up from that snoozefest that's known as Thad.
~the crowd pop~
Mike Zybala: week in and week out he comes out here and outs you all to sleep. Well it's time to wake up folks because we have some exciting news for you. Tonight we are going to introduce another member who has joined the PTSD army.
Jones: another member?
Hood: what are these guys doing? Pretty soon they will have half the roster.
~Kali grabs the mic.~
Kali: it's not hard to see why people want to be a part of this. Look at us, we have the tag titles. We have the world title. We're the greatest group the OCW has seen. When I came here , I told you I was here on a path of destruction. Just because we got some gold around our waist don't mean we are done. This is only the beginning.
~Kali seems a bit thrown off as the crowd chants his name. He passes the mic to SHE-LS~
Jones: Kali isn't used to the fans cheering for him.
Hood: He's a bad mofo. I still don't know why he's hanging around with these losers.
~SHE-LS speaks into the mic with her Bifford voice modulator ~
SHE-LS: the sands of time fall slowly down the hourglass. Soon it will announce your demise.
~SHE-LS tosses the mic to GISM~
Jones: SHE-LS is a weird one.
Hood: who is the You she is talking about?
~GISM grabs the mic~
GISM: I'm sure the OCW faithful want to see who I am.under this mask.
~The fans chant " take it off. Take it off"~
GISM : Well I'm sorry to disappoint you. But it's going to happen later tonight. Not right now. But just know that I am a hall of famer, and I am a former world champion. You just have to wait a little while longer.
~GISM passes the mic to TLS~
Jones: I think it's Matt Meyhu.
Hood: it doesn't sound like Meyhu.
TLS: It's seems people still fail to understand this concept. People still ask, " what is PTSD? Why are they building an army? Who are they fighting against? Are they good guys? Are they bad guys?..." We are like water. We flow effortlessly into any space. We do things that others can't, we'll take on things that others won't. You've all seen CJ and his group shout out to the mountains about how great they are. But the barely show up, and they've done nothing of significance. While his group is hiding while the OCW is being taken away we've been here in the frontline, and we've been Proud. ( the crowd charts along) We've been True. We've been Strong. And we been Determined. Tonight we add Another Masked Person to strengthen our Army. She's one of the most dominant forces in wrestling today.
~a spotlight shines on the entrance way as Another Masked Personal appears~
Jones: Another Masked Person. This is getting out of control.
Hood: AMP? I don't know how TLS is getting people to join him.
Jones: Maybe he's a good cook.
~AMP raises a fist in the air. The other members of the group raise their fist I the air. The crowd does so as well and they begin to chant. "OCW! OCW!". Zybala starts to make his exit and towards the back as the other members do so as well. TLS stays behind and joins the commentary booth.~
Jones: TLS joining us at the announce table!
Hood: Of course, he wants front row seats for OCW's top star...THE RAGING SKULL!!!
Jones: I'm just glad he's fully clothed.
~TLS sets his pants on the announce table~
Jones: Let's cut to commercial!
CJ O’Donnell (15-5) vs. THE RAGING SKULL (DOESN’T MATTER)
Jones: The OCW faithful are going crazy tonight in NYC!
Hood: These Marks love this shit Jones.
Jones: You could even say they are… Raging.
Hood: Oh you fucking…
~Hood is interrupted as “PSYCHOSOCIAL'' by Slipknot hits the PA system. The crowd's attention turns to the stage as THE RAGING SKULL passes through the curtain. The people cheer… for the sheer fact that they don't want CJ to win. The SKULL makes his way into the ring and raises his arms as a pillar of fire shoots from the ring posts~
Bel: From Parts Unknown… he weighs 338lbs. HE IS… THE RAGIIIING SKULLLLLL.
~The SKULL raises his arms again… but no fire, THE RAGING SKULL hates it when the pyro guys don't double stack his fire~
Bel: And introducing their opponent…
~“Kings Never Die” By eminem hits, as the crowd showers the rampway with boos, anticipating the arrival of the distinguished one~
Jones: CJ was with Cypher all night at Truth or Consequences, but when it came time to have the match…
Hood: Not another word, CJ couldn't focus, the outside distractions got to his head… it's not his fault.
Jones: You switch opinions every week it seems like.
Hood: Free country aint it!
~CJ makes the crowd wait for them, building the right amount of tension before taking the stage to thunderous boos. Arms outstretched he takes it all in, and takes the slow walk down the ramp and into the ring~
Bel: From Boston Massachusits, standing 5”11 and weighing in at 178lbs… “The Distinguished” CJ O’Donnell!
~CJ Takes his place in his corner, and the SKULL takes his. Gruff checks each competitor for forign object before signing the time keeper~
Gruff: RING THE BELL.
~CJ’s eyes draw on the SKULL pacing in his respective corner as the crowd stir… TLS clears his throat, reminding everyone that he’s at the announce table. A silent partner up until this point in the match~
Jones: Oh, yea. Welcome to the table, Stranger.
Hood: Good to have you here Champ.
TLS: you've been talking shit about me hood.
Hood: who told you that?
~CJ is PISSED, complaining to gruff saying “Why the FOOK is he out here.” Gruff… obviously doesn't have an answer. TLS just points behind CJ, as he's BLASTED from behind by the SKULL, CJ drops to the mat as he's peppered with stiff swinging blows by the SKULL. CJ attempts to defend but the boots of the SKULL slip through his guard,and CJ takes some tough shots~
Jones: Cheap shot gives the Raging Skull the advantage.
TLS: CJ lacks the focus and motivation to accomplish anything of significance.
Hood: Couldn't agree more.
~SKULL grabs a fistfull of hair, and pulls CJ to his feet, he plants his feet and whips CJ across the ring to the opposite corner, CJ lands hard on his shoulder but stands quickly. He shakes his head to clear the stun, but its no good as he gets crushed in the corner by the SKULL, CJ stumbles out of the corner, and the SKULL hits the ropes poised for a huge lariat, BUT CJ DUCKS and explodes with serious speed into the ropes, so does the SKULL and as the skull raises an arm, CJ RAISES A KNEE and connects with IRISH KNOWLEDGE~
Jones: WOW, CJ HIT THAT FROM NOWHERE.
Hood: What a shot by CJ.
~The SKULL is out on his feet, but still standing, CJ is still riding that high of energy and he bounces off the ropes again, coming off with a spin connecting with a Discus Lariat, and comboing into a european uppercut~
Jones: What a flurry of strikes from O’Donnell.
Hood: He's on a roll but can he close it out?
TLS: I'm going to close it out!
~The skull stumbles around… BEFORE FALLING TO A KNEE. CJ raises a middle finger as he walks into the corner, he squares up the SKULL before taking off at full speed and nailling IRISH KNOWLEDGE once again. The SKULL drops like a sack of hot rocks as CJ hooks BOTH legs for the cover. Gruff slides in~
1
2
3!!!
Bel: The winner of this match… “The Distinguished” CJ O’DONNELL!!!
~CJ jumps to his feet, and yells at the crowd, talking some shit to TLS. TLS slides under the ring and hoes face to face with CJ~
Jones: Uh oh. This doesn't look goof.
Hood: why did you snitch me out man? He almost beat me up.
~CJ shoves TLS, TLS shoves him back. Suddenly Kali and the rest of PTSD come running down~
Jones: CJ better hope the Paramount members are here to help.
Hood: they're probably busy.
~CJ sees TLS' backup , he kicks TLS then slides underneath the ropes and out of the ring as the members of PTSD swarm the ring~
Jones: And HERE COMES CRASH AND ALLY!!!
Hood: this is like an OCW Civil War.
~The members of Paramount stand outside the ring and jaw at PTSD. Kali bounces off the the ropes and flings himself onto the Paramount members. The rest of PTSD swarm Crash and Ally as they begin to brawl towards the back~
Jones: we have to cut to commercial.
Hood: What? Really? Now?
~The OCW Faithful start to boo as “I’m Just A Girl” by No Doubt starts to play throughout the arena. ~
Jones: Seems the fans aren’t approving of Victoria Strader.
Hood: She’s not Strong and Proud like Veronica is, Jones.
Jones: She survived the PORTAL POTTY and came out harder, so I have to respectfully disagree with you.
Hood: That’s fine. Your mom agrees with me. All night long.
~ Victoria steps out from behind the curtain, a gorgeous redhead by her side. The duo make their way to the ring, Victoria breathing in the hate through her flared-out nostrils. ~
Jones: Who’s that with her?
Hood: I don’t know, man. I am not a psychic.
~ The redhead holds the ropes for Victoria as she slides through and retrieves Belvedere’s microphone.~
Victoria Strader: Cut my music.
~ BOOOOOO. ~
Victoria Strader: In just a few moments, I am gonna step in the ring and cool the jets of the newest OCW “talent”…
~ Air Quote City. Like Suplex-City but Air Quotes.~
Victoria Strader: in Killian Neville, the man with a taste for homicide. Hah, I am pretty sure everyone in OCW has a taste for that. Nothing new. Nothing special.
~ She sneers for the camera. ~
Victoria Strader: Speaking of which… Veronica, my dearest “sister.”
Jones: Venom for the former TransAtlantic Champion.
Hood: Wouldn't this train wreck have been champion as well?
Jones: Forever will that be the debate, but official records state it’s Veronica and not Victoria.
Victoria Strader: You left me for dead on the other side of PORTAL POTTY, but here I am. Did Christian have any stories for you when he FINALLY found his way home? Not the sharpest knif- - -
~ Victoria is interrupted by Rezodrone's “Resist and Disorder,” which starts to slap the bass throughout the arena as the OCW Faithful erupts in a chant, much to the chagrin of Vee. ~
OCW Faithful: RON-NIE! RON-NIE!
Jones: Well, it seems Veronica has had enough.
Hood: She’s got a fucked up neck. She ain’t gonna be able to do shit.
~ Veronica walks out on stage smiling at the fans, but it quickly fades to one of concern when she sees her sister (for a lack of a better word for their out of this dimension situation) in the ring with someone she doesn’t seem shocked to see. She motions for her music to stop. The fans' chant dies down as she lifts the microphone to her lips. ~
Veronica Strader: Vee… why?
Victoria Strader: Because you are a treacherous whore.
~ The faithful boo as Veronica looks down the ramp and over to the redhead. She turns back to Victoria as she starts walking down it. ~
Veronica Strader: It doesn’t have to be like this, Vee. That stupid portal did give us our own lives, not trapped within our own minds, one body. Why can’t we unite against the venom and trash coming into OCW?
Victoria Strader: BECAUSE YOU ARE THE VENOM AND TRASH!
~ BOOOOOO. Veronica stops at the bottom of the ramp.~
Jones: If I was Veronica, I certainly wouldn’t be trying to get close to an angry Victoria with her neck being messed up.
Hood: Just proving my point. The True Strong and Proud!
Veronica Strader: I don’t want to be at odds with you. I want to forgive you for keeping Outcast away from as well for as long as you did.
Victoria Strader: Yet, I don’t want to forgive you for being… you.
~ Before Veronica can even respond, Victoria springs herself over the ropes and takes down Veronica with a vicious clothesline, targeting the neck the former OCW Champion Big Bifford injured. The fans are booing loudly as the mysterious redhead claps in the ring.~
Jones: Get The Knife Man out here!
Hood: Come on, Veronica! STRONG AND PROUD!
~ Veronica pushes Victoria off, and she charges at her from a kneeling position into a spear that sends them crashing into the ring apron. Still, Victoria wraps her legs around her twin's waist, and they begin trading left and right hands, rolling all over the floor. The fans erupt as TAMIKA STRADER and JOHN NASH STRADER come running down to ringside, followed by The Knife Man, Machete Phil and Eddy Bueger. ~
Jones: the calvary has arrived!
Hood: Shit, I thought Tamika would tuck tail and leave.
Jones: Strong and Proud, Hood!
~ John pulls Victoria off Veronica; as Tamika and The Knife Man help Veronica to her feet, she is clutching her neck and looks to be in serious pain. The camera picks up Victoria’s words as she tries to lunge over her uncle’s shoulder at her sister and aunt. ~
Victoria Strader: I WILL GET YOU, RONNIE! YOU ARE FINISHED!
~ John successfully holds his niece back as The Knife Man, and Tamika helps Veronica out of there; Machete Phil and Eddy Bueger stand between the ramp and the ring to make sure Victoria can’t get to her. ~
Jones: I hope Veronica will be ok. Her neck took a beating.
Hood: She’ll be fine; I am sure Outcast gives her throat a beating consistently.
Jones: Again, fans, please direct your hatemail to LGE/OCW offices in New York City.
Hood: No such thing as hate mail. Those types of letters are merely confirmation that you're on the right path.
Jones: I guess. Alright, Victoria is already in the ring which means it's time for our next in-ring contest! Victoria, as vicious as ever, is ready to face the debuting Killian Neville!
Hood: Neville jumping straight into the fryer. Good luck, you man!
Jones: Have you seen his photo? I wouldn't exactly call him a 'young' man.
Hood: Ah, fuck off.
Jones: To the ring!
Victoria Strader (0-0) vs. Killian Neville (0-0)
Belvedere: The following match is scheduled for one fall!
~ Victoria is already in the ring, fired up and ready to go.~
Belvedere: Hailing from Night City, California by way of London, Ontario Canada and weighing in at 145 lbs....
~Victoria looks out at the crowd and breathes in the atmosphere.~
Belvedere: Representing the Strong and Proud…
~Victoria lowers her head, nodding, breathing heavily.~
Belvedere: She is known as the future Queen of the Strader family… Victoria!!! STRADER!!!!!!!!!!
~Victoria leans back into her corners turnbuckle preparing herself mentally for competition~
Jones: Oh man, not another Strader!
Hood: Jesus Christ man, how many of them are there? Do they not seek out other professions?
Jones: I don’t know Hood, but maybe this one will suck
Hood: I hope so, I’m tired of seeing this family reign supreme against the roster
Belvedere: And for the opponent…
~Killian walks out to the stage with his cane in his left hand as the singing begins and a big light show begins in the arena including bright purple spotlights and red flashing lights, Killian walks down the ramp and greets the people in the crowd to a chorus of boos, he walks up the stairs to the ring and he encourages the ring announcer to say his name.~
Belvedere: "From Liverpool, England... weighing in 175 pounds... "The King Cobra"... KILLIAN NEVILLE!"
~Killian smiles and thanks the ring announcer as the crowd boo him, he then throws his fur jacket to a member of the ringside crew and sits down on the top rope in the upper right corner of the ring.~
Jones: Alright ladies and gentleman, this dude here has big potential
Hood: I disagree Jones, after this fight, people will have to give this guy a bo’ohw’o’wo’er as the british say
Jones: Well you can say whatever you want, I’m a big british guy
Hood: Since when? I thought you were just a common hater
Jones: Not for this guy, Hood. You’ll see
~Everyone stands ready as the ref is about to start the match. The ref calls for the bell to start the match~
DING DING!
~Killian and Victoria stand there, staring at eachother, waiting for someone to make a move first. In a quick moment, Killian charges at Victoria throwing a big fist towards her! Victoria eats a big hit to the face, but she still stands. Killian starts just pummeling into her. Fist after fist until she falls to the ground, right on her ass sat in the corner of the ring. Killian starts dropping kicks on her chest over and over again not letting her pick herself up~
Jones: What I tell you man? This dudes starting off strong!
Hood: Nah man, he’s got to let Victoria get up, this is unfair! He’s fighting dirty!
~After a minute of straight kicks to the chest, the ref finally pulls Killian off of Victoria. Killian begins to bitch at the ref, speaking some british gibberish that nobody can understand, the ref just stares in awe that anybody can even speak like this. But from out of nowhere, Victoria was back up to her feet, approaching the unaware Killian. She turns him around throwing a kick to his gut, winding him making him hunch down. Victoria grabs him and hits him with a double arm DDT! Killian lays on the ground flattened~
Hood: Oh my gosh! Victoria with a big time Double Arm DDT! Killian let his guard down and she punished him for it!
Jones: This is already not looking good for the new guy Hood
Hood: I thought this was your guy man! He looks goofy out there!
Jones: Shut your mouth man.
~Victoria looks pleased as she dives in for the pin, the ref slides in for the count~
1!
KICKOUT!
Jones: See man, he’s still in it
~Killian kicked out but he still lays there on the ground looking defeated, Victoria climbs up to the top turnbuckles, she focuses her eyes on Killian, as she jumps off with a 630 Splash! But Killian rolls out of the way! Leaving Victoria with no landing pad and ultimately hurting herself! Killian stands back up as she lays there in pain. Killian himself climbs up to the top turnbuckles, but as he’s climbing up, Victoria brings herself to her feet, watching him climb up there. As he reaches the top, they stare at each other, Victoria mouths something along the lines of “Come on then! Do something!”~
Hood: Oh boy, what’s going to happen, we got a standoff here ladies and gentleman!
Jones: Not really man, Killian is about to lay the smack down!
~Killian stands on the top turnbuckle sort of not knowing what to do. After a few moments somebody finally decides to do something, and it’s Killian! He jumps off the turnbuckles with a goofy looking move, maybe he doesn’t quite know what he’s doing. He dives head first towards Tamika as she reverses whatever he was doing with a mid-air vertical suplex! Killian is down again! Victoria goes in for the cover as the ref slides in once again to make the count~
1!
2!
KICKOUT!!
Jones: Maybe my predictions were wrong, Hood
Hood: I told you man, maybe this guy isn’t as promising as we thought
Jones: Well, it’s his first match, Hood, and not everybody is a Strader
~Victoria begins to look frustrated, she hadn’t done much, but what she had done, she did big damage. She begins to just kick him while he’s down. Killian is getting pummeled with kick after kick as he huddles up trying to block his body and head from taking more damage than he’s already taken. After a few more kicks, he sweeps his legs taking down Victoria! He stands himself up, readying himself for a big attack. As Victoria begins to stand up, he throws himself into the ropes and charges at her hitting her with a Facebreaker smash!~
Hood: Oh my! Victoria is stunned!
~As Victoria is stunned, Killian slams her into the ground with The Cobra King Empire! (Double Underhook Powerbomb) Victoria is down! Killian dives on top of her for the cover, the ref jumps down for the count once again!~
1!
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3- NOO!
Jones: How the hell did Victoria kick out of that?
Hood: She’s on another level Jones! She’s got some fight in her!
~Killian stands himself up looking confused. He wasn’t expecting her to kick out of this. He looks absolutely defeated. He goes to take a breath by leaning on the ropes looking into the crowd while they all boo. But once again, not paying attention to what’s going on in the ring, Killian gets hit with the Welcome to Rivervale! (Superkick to back of head) Killian falls to the ground, but he’s not down there for long as Victoria picks him up, ready to finish him off. She holds him with her arm wrapped around his neck leaning him backwards as she gives him a kiss on the forehead before slamming him into the ground with a Never Fade Away! (Sister Abigail)~
Hood: What a move by Victoria! This should just about do it ladies and gentleman!
~Victoria goes in for the cover as the ref slowly creeps in for the count~
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Belvedere: And here is your winner… Victoria Strader!!
Jones: Man, I really thought Killian had it, he looked so good coming into this matchd.
Hood: Well, you win some and lose some, Jones. That’s how it is in OCW, maybe one day this guy will shine and become champion, as for right now though, he’s just another victim to the Straders.
~The ref stands Victoria up to her feet and raises her arms, the crowd has a mixture of cheers and boos, but mostly cheers as we head away from the ring…~
~The shot opens on a backstage locker room door that is ajar. Leo, intrepid OCW interviewer, is at the door and knocking at it pensively~
Um, hello?
~Finally, the door is opened by OCW newcomer Harmony. He’s wearing a worn black Mastodon t-shirt and gray jeans~
Ah, hello! Was just looking for you. Leo raises the mic to Harmony’s face. Welcome to your inaugural OCW “new kid on the block” interview. Do you have anything to say to the fans or the others in the locker room you’ll be…
~Leo catches on that Harmony doesn’t look pleased~
Is it something I said…?
~Harmony resets his features, as though he’s trying to look less annoyed and just barely succeeding. He gestures for Leo to follow him inside, where Harmony reaches into a gym bag and pulls out a pad of paper and a pen. He scribbles something on the paper and holds it up for Leo to see~
~Leo, taken aback, shakes his head no~
Uh…no…no, they didn’t~
~Harmony lifts his chin up and points at the shadow of a small round scar at the base of his throat~
Oh man, I’m sorry. Look, I had no idea…
~Harmony writes something else~
Yeah. I guess it probably does. We can reschedule this if you want. He winces. Although I imagine you wont…be able…to talk then either…
This is super awkward.
~Harmony holds up a finger as he jots down a longer message. Leo waits patiently for him to finish~
Well we’re definitely looking forward to it. Anything else you’d like to, erm, “say”?
~Harmony puts the notepad down, and suddenly his hands are a flash of motion. It dawns on you he’s speaking sign language. When he finishes, he picks the notepad back up again~
~Then, with one hand, he touches his finger tips to the base of his chin, and then brings his fingers forward~
Oh, well you’re quite welcome. It was nice to meet you Harmony. Then, Leo turns to look into the camera. He may not have a lot to say, but he’s sure to make an impact. Anyway, let’s cut to commercial before more Massacre heads your way!
~We cut to commercial~
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~We cut backstage where Easton Alexander is doing some slow, smooth shadow boxing for a warmup, he takes a drink of water, then puts on his ring jacket. A member of the backstage crew knocks on the locker room door.
Crew: 5 Minutes Mr. Alexander.
Easton: Thank you Mira.
~She gives a thumbs up then leaves, keeping the door open for Easton to follow. He walks down the hallway towards the stage, keeping his legs nimble by lightly bouncing while he walks, he passes the members of the backstage rushing around to keep the show together along with various OCW talent, Easton stops and looks to his right, sitting on top of one of the storage boxes is the new Savage Champion, PIC.
~PIC hops off the box, and comes face to face with Easton, Easton’s eyes start to wonder to PIC’s shoulder, where the Savage title sits sparkling, the leather strap draped down to his weist. The name plate on the title still reads “JPD” Easton laughs. PIC moves his hand and removes the nameplate and tosses it in the trash.
PIC: Thought you would want to see that.
Easton: I don’t give a shit… it’s going to be my name there in a couple weeks anyways.
PIC: Kid there’s a lot I could say to you right, but I’m in a fantastic mood, and you need to focus… but just remember… I’m up 1-0.
~PIC walks past Easton taking the split second to bump his shoulder, and he walks out of view. Easton however walks down the hall and up a set of small set of stairs through a curtain, as the fade back to the arena.
Jones: PIC has a date with Easton Alexander set for sometime in the not too distant future and it will be for that OCW Savage Championship.
Hood: Yea, both men worked hard to earn that match last Sunday.
Jones: PIC, meanwhile, has the night off as he gears up for the MIX. Easton, on the other hand, is set to face Cyrus Braddock inside the ring and it's NEXT!
Hood: Guy better keep his head on straight. PIC's the future, Cyrus is tonight.
Jones: Yep. Let's head to the ring!
Easton Alexander (13-9) vs. Cyrus Braddock (1-0)
JONES: For the last month or so, Easton Alexander has found himself in the crosshairs of majority owner Thaddeus Duke.
HOOD: First and foremost Jones, it’s important to remember why this started.
JONES: Easton hit Ally Calaway with the Dragon Driver 98 and damn near broke her neck.
HOOD: I’m a known Thaddeus Duke supporter and he did what he felt was the right thing to do and banned the move.
JONES: And its been a downward spiral of animosity between the two ever since, beginning with Thad costing Easton his match on Massacre against PIC.
HOOD: It’s Easton’s job to not get distracted. Just because some dude comes out on stage and starts talking while your match is going on, doesn’t mean you just stop your match.
JONES: Be that as it may, Easton was understandably livid leading to him calling Thad out on national television.
HOOD: A man, who at the time, was still recovering from heart surgery, Jones. HEART SURGERY! So, you tell me who the real man was that night. Thad definitely made his way to the ring that night, didn’t he?
JONES: He wasn’t alone. That was the night Cyrus Braddock, Thaddeus Duke’s henchman made his debut and attacked Easton Alexander from behind!
HOOD: Is it Thad’s fault that Easton is so easily distractible? I think not.
JONES: Nevertheless, Cyrus put a hurtin’ on the already hurtin’ Easton Alexander which has led us to this point tonight!
HOOD: Let’s not forget to mention, Jones, Easton threw a little temper tantrum in Thad’s office too. Destroying a picture of OCW’s First Family with a bat!
JONES: It’s Easton Alexander! It’s Cyrus Braddock!
HOOD: And that match starts right now!
~Maniac By Carpenter Brut hits as the light's start to move around MSG, finally settling in a spot light on the ramp. Easton Alexander walks into the light looking straight into it, he removes his hood as sparks begin to fall behind him, deflecting off his shoulders.
BELVEDERE: From North bay Ontario Canada, He is The Canadian Dragon... EASTON ALEXANDER.
~Easton steps up into the ramp, and climbs the turnbuckle taking in the crowds energy, he extends his arms out toward the crowd as they ERUPT in boos. he hops off into the ring, he removes his jacket and stands in the corner facing away.
JONES: If the negative fan reaction to him bothers him in any way, Easton isn’t showing it.
HOOD: This… is Lionheart Country, Jones! Easton Alexander might be cheered and loved in every city on the planet, but this is New York City! Thaddeus Duke is the hero in this town whether anyone likes it or not!
BELVEDERE: And his opponent!
~After the intro for Animal Magnetism, Cyrus Braddock steps out from behind the curtain. Stopping on stage, he surveys the crowd a moment before throwing up his arms and yelling something unintelligible. On the way down the aisle, his stride matches the drum beat as he looks over the nearby members of the OCW faithful. Every now and then, he'll exchange a fist bump with a cheering pro-Thad fan.
BELVEDERE: From Memphis, Tennessee, weighing 3 hundred 5 pounds… CYYYYRUUUSSSS BRAAAAADOCKKKKKK!
~Once at ringside, he wastes very little time in climbing the steps to the apron before stepping over the top rope and into the ring. Once in the ring, he faces the hard camera and waves his right hand in a "T" pattern, exciting some heavy cheers from the crowd.
HOOD: Cyrus Braddock! Looks to improve on his career 2-0 record tonight while delivering the Lion’s Justice to Easton Alexander!
JONES: Easton, let’s not forget, is the number one contender to PIC’s OCW Savage championship! He may be young and a little green, but he’s successful. He’s on the rise here in OCW and Hood, I think that tonight, Easton Alexander has a statement to make against his rivals hired gun!
~The bell rings as Cy and Easton stare at each other from opposite sides of the ring. The two foes step toward the center of the ring and lock horns. Cy though, has the obvious strength and leverage advantage, easily powering Easton into the corner. The referee steps in, asking for and receiving a clean break. Just as Cy takes a step back, he delivers a hard slap across the face of Easton Alexander, exciting some “ooooo’s” from the NYC crowd.
~Red faced from anger and maybe a little embarrassment, Easton stays against the corner, spying Cy out of the corner of his eye. Cy meanwhile, steps back further while egging Easton to come at him.
JONES: Cyrus taking a page from his overlords playbook here! Trying early on to get inside the head of Easton Alexander!
HOOD: He’s not a typical big man in wrestling, Jones! He learns things.
~Easton eventually steps from the corner. Gaining a full head of steam in short order, he charges toward Cy. The big man goes for a counter lariat, but Easton knew it was coming. He ducks underneath and hits the far side ropes. Cy is slow to turn around, as he does, it’s too late as Easton flies past him to the opposite ropes. Cy turns again as Easton springboards off the ropes and lands a missile dropkick to the chest of the lumbering Cyrus Braddock. Cy stumbles backward several steps, seemingly discombobulated by the speed in which Easton moves.
~Easton is back to his feet quickly and charges at his larger adversary delivering a clothesline to Cy, sending Braddock over the top rope and to the floor. Easton celebrates temporarily but what he doesn’t see is Cy land upright and on his feet. Braddock reaches in and grabs both feet of Alexander, tripping him up before pulling him out of the ring. Alexander tries to fight back, but eats a sort of standing lariat from Braddock. Easton hits the floor with a thud.
JONES: Good back and forth action here in the early minutes of this contest!
HOOD: Easton made a mistake right there and if he’s the competitor he wants to one day become, he’ll need to file that one away for the future!
~Reaching down as the referee starts his ten count, Cy grabs Easton by his head and pulls him to his feet before driving him back first against the ring apron. Easton yells out in obvious pain as he drops to his knees and clutches his back. The big man palms Easton’s face and drives the back of his head also against the ring apron.
~A quick shot of backstage appears on the screen where Thaddeus Duke is watching the match on a monitor. The sight of Thad initiates a huge pop from his hometown family of supporters.
HOOD: The boss looking on!
JONES: He is no doubt studying everything Easton Alexander does. We don’t know when it’ll happen, but it’s going to and there’s no doubt about that!
~Back to the action at ringside, the referee admonishes Cyrus for fighting outside the ring. To which, Braddock just barks at him to shut up. With Easton lying face down on the floor, Cyrus grabs him by the arm, lifting him from the padding a few feet before placing his boot on the back of his neck and forcing him back down hard.
JONES: Come on! Easton Alexander is known to have a prevailing neck issue and Cyrus Braddock is intentionally targeting that ailment!
HOOD: All is fair in love and war, Jones! This is war!
JONES: So what’s good for the goose isn’t good for the gander!?
HOOD: I don’t know what you’re…
JONES: Thaddeus Duke banned the Dragon Driver for injuring Alexandra Calaway yet he’s having his hired brute intentionally target Easton Alexander’s injured neck! You can not be that dense!
HOOD: You have no idea how intentionally dense I can be!
~Braddock peels Easton from the floor before tossing him back into the ring. Cyrus takes his time getting back in the ring, but it doesn’t matter. Easton Alexander is currently in no condition to fight back.
HOOD: Cyrus Braddock, stalking Easton like the prey that he is!
JONES: This match isn’t over yet, Hood!
~Cyrus bounces off the ropes before leaping into the air and dropping a big leg across the back of Easton Alexander’s neck. The crowd pops for Cy as he makes his way back to his feet. Again, he backsteps toward the ropes. Bouncing off, he leaps into the air once more and this time drops an elbow into the neck of Easton. Cyrus rolls him over with a lateral press.
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JONES: Easton Alexander survives this brutal onslaught of offense from Cyrus Braddock!
HOOD: He’s only delaying the inevitable, Jones!
JONES: Alexander is a fighter through and through.
HOOD: Maybe, but he ought to just stay down and fight another day!
~After the kick out, Cyrus gets back to his feet and peels Easton from the mat. He backs him against the ropes and slings him to the far side. On the rebound, Cy lifts him up, spins and drops to one knee sending Easton back first over it. Cy being so tall, with Easton in the pendulum backbreaker submission, his feet barely even touch the mat while Cy increases pressure, arching Easton over his knee in an unnatural position.
JONES: I’ll admit, I’m a little surprised at Cyrus Braddock’s style here.
HOOD: He’s had a great teacher!
JONES: He’s targeting ailments and weakening Easton Alexander slowly but surely!
~After several seconds of Easton refusing to give up, Big Cy shoves Easton off of him and to the mat.
OCW FAITHFUL: FUCK HIM UP CY-RUS, FUCK HIM UP! clap clap
~With NYC firmly behind him, Cyrus stands to his feet and holds his arms out, begging them to get louder and louder. They’re happy to oblige. Stepping toward Easton, he bends down and lifts him from the mat again. Once more he sends him to the ropes. On the rebound though, Cyrus is stunned by a jumping knee lift counter from Easton much to the chagrin of NYC. Cy is stunned in place as Alexander lands back on his feet. Needing to take the offense, Easton staggers the big man backward with a hard knife edge chop. Desperate to gain control he runs to the ropes and bounces off, leaping into the air with a forearm to the face of Braddock. Cy staggers but doesn’t fall. Again, he runs to the ropes and delivers another jumping forearm. Cy staggers back and bounces off the ropes. With just a little momentum, the lumbering Cyrus Braddock stumbles toward the center of the ring. Easton scales the ropes and leaps off with Cyrus in his sights. He nails him with a forearm off the top and finally, Cyrus falls flat on his back in the center of the ring.
JONES: It took a few tries, but Easton Alexander has successfully taken down the Sequoia!
HOOD: Come on Braddock! Stay in it!
~After working so hard to chop him down, Easton grabs a handful of Braddock’s hair and starts to pull him to his feet before putting him in a suplex position. Easton lifts, but doesn’t get anywhere before his neck pain decides he can’t lift the big man. Alexander steps away for a moment to nurse his pain as Cyrus drops to one knee. Turning to see Cy on one knee, Easton shakes the pain for the moment and charges toward him, delivering a running big boot to the face sending Braddock to the mat. Easton quickly hooks the leg.
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HOOD: Alright Braddock!
JONES: Cyrus Braddock kicks out here on Massacre and this match will continue!
~After the kickout, Easton gets back to his feet and runs to the ropes. Scaling the turnbuckles quickly, the Canadian Dragon leaps off the top and successfully lands a frog splash on the felled giant. Again, he hooks the leg.
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HOOD: Kickout by Cyrus Braddock!
JONES: What an exciting match this has been Hood! Easton Alexander, against all odds, is on the cusp of victory here in New York City after that near fall on the big man!
~Coming within an eyelash of victory, the match is now fully in control of Easton Alexander. Not wanting to let up but knowing he can’t lift Cyrus Braddock off his feet, Easton chooses some mat wrestling as he lifts Cyrus’s legs by the ankles. After grapevining the big mans legs, he turns him over in the center of the ring, locking him in a sharpshooter to a chorus of boos from the OCW faithful.
JONES: Easton Alexander locks in the sharpshooter and Cyrus Braddock has nowhere to go!
HOOD: Fight it off, Cy!
~Braddock winces in pain and squints his eyes as he tries and fails to reach the bottom rope.
HOOD: He’s just too big and too strong, Jones!
JONES: He might be, but he’s a hell of a lot smaller wrapped up in the sharpshooter!
~The referee asks Cyrus Braddock if he’ll submit as Easton leans back as far as he possibly can, desperate to make the big man tap out.
HOOD: He says no!
JONES: He’s adamant that he’s not tapping out!
~After another failed attempt to reach the ropes, Cyrus puts his hands beneath him.
OCW FAITHFUL: LETS! GO! BRAD! DOCK! clap clap clapclapclap
HOOD: Duke Nation is trying to will Cyrus Braddock on here tonight!
~Braddock powers himself off the mat. Easton loses his balance and stumbles forward, unintentionally breaking the sharpshooter to a roar from the NYC crowd at MSG. Easton gathers himself as he gets back to his feet. Cyrus meanwhile, knows he’s in serious danger and starts to will himself to his feet.
~A brief split screen shows Thaddeus Duke continuing to watch the match from backstage.
~Back in the ring, Cyrus is upright and vertical as he turns to find Easton. Alexander lunges forward.
JONES: HEAT SEEKER!
HOOD: You’ve got to be kidding me!
~Cyrus falls to the mat after the superkick.
HOOD: Can’t use your own so you gotta steal someone else’s? That’s the kind of piece of shit human being that Easton Alexander is!
JONES: He did what it takes to win, but I’m not convinced he got all of it!
~Easton hooks the leg of Cyrus Braddock.
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JONES: Somehow!
HOOD: Some way!
JONES: Cyrus Braddock kicks out of the Heat Seeker!
~Backstage, Thaddeus Duke vacates the monitor position to great pleasure from NYC.
JONES: Hurry up, Easton! Put him away!
HOOD: The boss is heading this way!
~Beside himself after the kickout from Braddock, Easton gets to his feet. Looking up at the tron for just a moment, he sees Thad headed toward the arena. He knows he needs to hurry. Easton steps back, ready to hit Cyrus again but with him to one knee, can’t take a chance. He rears back for another Heat Seeker. Thrusting his leg forward, Braddock catches the foot of Easton and shoves him away. Braddock stands to both feet and Easton chops the man in the chest a few times and runs off the ropes. Braddock though, sends a big boot to Easton, halting his momentum immediately.
HOOD: Madison Square Garden is on their feet!
JONES: This match might have just turned on a dime!
~To great approval from NYC, Cyrus lifts Easton off the mat and puts him in position.
HOOD: If he hits it, this match is over!
JONES: 20,000 people are cheering loudly for the bodyguard of Thaddeus Duke!
~Braddock looks out over the mass of wildly cheering rabbid New Yorkers before sending out the “T” hand motion. He powers Easton Alexander up, and plants him on the mat with a ring shaking powerbomb!
HOOD: The Lion’s Justice has been delivered!
JONES: Cyrus Braddock with the cover!
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JONES: FOOT ON THE ROPE! FOOT ON THE ROPE! FOOT ON THE ROPE!
HOOD: You have GOT to be kidding me!
~Not realizing Easton Alexander managed to get his foot on the rope just before the referee’s hand hit the mat for three, Cyrus Braddock jumps to his feet in celebration. The referee attempts to explain that the match isn’t over but the crowd noise and Braddock’s own jubilance for a job well done hinders the officials ability. Meanwhile on the mat, Easton Alexander is willing his own recovery from the thunderous powerbomb moments ago. The official, finally getting Braddock’s attention, starts explaining to him that Easton broke the count and therefore the match would continue. After several moments of protest from Cyrus that ultimately falls on deaf ears, he returns his attention to the task at hand. With Easton Alexander still trying to recuperate following the powerbomb, he’s on his hands and knees.
HOOD: Oh you couldn’t write a more perfect script!
JONES: This is bad news for Easton!
~Cyrus steps over Easton’s head and squeezes with his knees. Trying to fight him off, Easton stands up, basically putting himself in proper position for another taste of the Lion’s Justice to the delight of NYC. Braddock powers Easton Alexander up, but this time, he was ready for it. Using his own upward and forward momentum, Easton slips over Braddock’s head in an almost sunset flip, landing on his feet behind Cyrus Braddock. Braddock turns to find Easton…
~SMACK!
JONES: Another Heat Seeker!
HOOD: Hook of the leg by Alexander!
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~The OCW Faithful voices their displeasure in the result of the match as Easton struggles to get back to his feet.
BELVEDERE: The winner of this match… EASTONNNN ALEXANDERRRRRR!
JONES: He did it!
HOOD: And I don’t think Thad will be happy about it either!
JONES: Be that as it may, Easton Alexander faced down his biggest rivals henchman and overcame the odds, beating him fairly and squarely in the middle of the ring!
~’Hotstepper’ plays over the MSG sound system causing Easton to dead stare the entrance way for an absurdly long time before Thaddeus Duke emerges from backstage, shirtless and wearing Wrangler blue jeans. Upon his arrival on stage, NYC starts to serenade their hero with their own rendition.
~In the ring, Easton asks for and receives his own mic as Thad starts up the aisle toward ringside.
JONES: Get security ready!
HOOD: We might need it!
JONES: Hell, THEY might need it!
~Wasting no time in entering the ring as ‘Hotstepper’ fades out, with Cyrus Braddock still coming to on the mat, Easton speaks into the mic.
EASTON ALEXANDER: …………
JONES: What the…
~Thad laughs as Easton realizes his mic was cut before he even started speaking. Out of frustration, Easton chucks the mic at Thad, who catches it left handed.
THAD: I don’t know what your problem is, Easton. This mic works fine.
~NYC pops.
THAD: Easton, I’m happy to see that even in hostile territory, you maintained your focus. You got the job done and chopped down my man Cyrus Braddock. It was a hard fought well earned victory and I won’t take that away from you.
But see, you’re in the very heart of Duke Nation.
~Thad looks out at the masses.
THAD: Remind him where he is.
OCW FAITHFUL: NEW! THAD! CITYYYYYY!
~Easton runs his mouth to Thad, but can’t no one hear him anyway.
THAD: It’s been a few weeks since we’ve been face to face, Easton. In our time apart, something changed. You’ll notice I’m not wearing a shirt…
~Lots of chick screams. Prolly some dudes too.
THAD: Thanks for that, I knowwww… Anyway, last time you called me out, I was not cleared to compete and Easton just like that night, I’m not out here as the majority owner of OCW.
~Thad steps toward Easton to where they’re almost face to face.
THAD: See, I’m out here as the Lionheart. I’m here as the living, breathing embodiment of Jesus in a wrestling ring.
~Thad tosses the mic over his shoulder and immediately, Easton swings, jacking Thad in his jaw. The two are now embroiled in a straight up hockey fight with both men nailing shot after shot to each others faces.
HOOD: Holy crap!
JONES: These two are in an actual fist fight, Hood!
~Fists fly as referees and security personnel hit the ring trying to separate these two premier athletes. Successful for a time, Thad and Easton start nailing officials and dropping them left and right in order to get back at each other as Cyrus Braddock finally makes it back to his feet. At one point, Thad is tripped up and hits his knees, unintentionally driving his head into Easton’s groin.
~With clear separation amid Easton doubling over in pain from the accidental headbutt, Thad takes a step back and turns.
JONES: Duke! Looking for the Heat Seeker!
HOOD: He’s ready to end this fight tonight!
~Easton stands up, facing Thad. Thad thrusts his leg forward.
~SMACK!
HOOD: OH NO!
~Easton ducked!
JONES: Braddock! The victim of the errant Heat Seeker!
~Thad is stunned for a moment after realizing his kick hit Cyrus instead of Easton. Easton though, takes advantage. He grabs Thad by his wrist and spins him around before delivering a hard kick to the midsection.
~Double underhook…
HOOD: NO!
JONES: YES!
HOOD: IT’S BANNED!
JONES: DRAGON DRIVER 98 RETURNS TONIGHT ON MASSACRE!
~Thad is planted head first on the mat with the banned Dragon Driver as New York City showers Easton Alexander in a chorus of boos. Easton can’t help but look down and smile at his nearly unconscious nemesis. Hearing the boos and the hate pouring out from the crowd in his direction, he mocks Thad with a messiah pose while standing over him.
~’Maniac’ plays over the sound system as Easton Alexander almost reluctantly departs the ring. Satisfied for now, Easton got a taste of Thaddeus Duke and clearly wants more as he starts and stops heading back to the ring numerous times.
~In the ring Thad is slowly coming to as he inches his way toward the turnbuckles.
HOOD: Oh he looks pissed!
JONES: He would be! New York City is his hometown and Easton Alexander just one upped him here tonight on Massacre!
~Making it to the entrance stage, Easton turns back to look at Thad as he beams from ear to ear.
THAD: Hey Easton.
~Thad begins as ‘Maniac’ cuts out. He’s a little out of breath and still very much groggy as he leans against the bottom turnbuckle.
THAD: I warned you months ago… that if you used it…
~A smile creases Thad’s face.
THAD: You knew what would happen if you did…
HOOD: Oh my!
JONES: What he’s trying to say!?
THAD: You got me man… congratulations… however… you know the saying… he who laughs last, laughs best.
JONES: Oh no!
THAD: Easton Alexander, you are hereby suspended from OCW indefinitely!
~NYC pops hard and loud. Easton looks furious as behind him, a squad of New York City’s Finest appears.
JONES: THIS IS BULLSHIT!
HOOD: THIS IS JUSTICE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!
~Easton attempts to hightail it back to the ring, but the NYPD tackles him to the stage.
THAD: Enjoy your vacation Easton!
~He tries hard to resist, but there’s just too many of them as the NYPD successfully subdues Easton Alexander.
Jones: I can't believe this! Easton finally gets that breakthrough win only for THAD to take it away from him. Sickening. He talks about the Straders and runs his mouth about others and here he is suppressing OCW's top rising home grown star.
Hood: Hey. That's MR DUKE to you!
Jones: I'm worried about our future, is all I'm saying. I mean Easton IS our future. If Thad can't see that then, well, I don't know where our future is headed, only that it's bleak.
Hood: Blah blah blah. Stop whining.
Jones: Anyway...I guess PIC's gonna need a new challenger. I don't know, let's cut to something else. I'm so disheartened right now.
~The scene cuts to feed of an empty couch. PIC walks into view holding his newly won OCW Savage Championship belt over his shoulder. He sits down on the couch, all smiles.~
PIC: To the OCW faithful, I just wanted to join you tonight to say, “thank you”. Thank you for believing in Amick, thank you for getting behind him, and thank you for helping me achieve what we all wanted, and that was the end of JPD’s championship reign.
~PIC pauses as the live crowd cheers.~
PIC: Later tonight you’re going to hear from JPD. He’ll no doubt continue his bitch boy ways, crying about how somehow or another it was unfair how he lost the title. That he was perhaps unprepared for the big reveal, or maybe that Marcus Welsh’s refusal to allow his EPU crew at ringside was somehow unfair. We’ve heard his schtick time and again and no one cares. Do yourself a favor, when you see him come on the screen, go take a huge dump for 15 minutes. When you come back, you’ll be close to the end of his endless rambling and feel a whole lot better as a result.
~PIC pauses again. The live crowd is eating this up almost as much as if he were there in person.~
PIC: I know many of you have questions and are wondering why I chose to come back as Amick the way that I did, why I thought I needed to wear the mask. And you’re entitled to answers. I promise as the next few weeks unfold you’ll get those answers, and more. It was never my intent to trick or deceive any of you, the man you have come to know as Amick Dogeron is the same man sitting before you today. The only difference? No more masks!
~One more pause, allowing himself a moment to breathe.~
PIC: Finally, I just wanted to let everyone know that I suffered a very minor injury that is forcing me out of action for two weeks. It’s something I want to take care of now so I can come back as a fighting champion. You’ll see me August 22 in action, followed by TLS and myself winning the Margarita Mix on August 28th. And sometime after that, it’ll be Easton Alexander taking on me, the P.I.C. for his shot at the Savage Title. I look forward to elevating this title in ways previous champions couldn’t and riding this wave of success all the way to the top with each of you by my side. You deserve it!
~PIC smiles as he points toward the camera and the scene fades out.~
Jones: Not sure PIC is aware of what just happened to Easton or if he's choosing to ignore it.
Hood: Man, he hid behind a mask and let EPIC SUMMER play out for months. Dude's patient. He's gonna wait and see how this all plays out.
Jones: Good point. Also nice to hear he'll be back in action soon.
Hood: No shit. He needs to get in there and be a fighting champion like JPD was.
Jones: No comment.
~The New York crowd roars on as we transition to the ring, where we find a familiar set-up. A multi-colored stained couch sits next to a fly infested garbage can. We find a desk held together with duct tape and glue, and behind the desk, dressed impeccably in a suit perhaps just a size too small, we find Crash Rodriguez. His boots rest on the desk as he leans back hanging a mic above his mouth~
Crash: Well…
~The crowd goes nuts as the Crooked Man’s voice rings through the PA system~
Crash: Hey, shut the fuck up. I’m trying to do a show.
~The crowd settles, but does not dissipate. Crash smiles, before coughing and standing to his feet~
Crash: WELCOME!!! To the greatest part of your night, as I bring to you people another episode of THE CRASH REPORT!
~The crowd goes nuts, fans rise to their feet, some begin to get rowdy and a fight nearly breaks out~
Jones: These fans seem extra… What’s the word?
Hood: Asinine?
Jones: I was gonna say excited.
Hood: You couldn’t remember the word excited?
Jones: I suppose I was too excited myself, after all this is our NEW Craze Champion.
Hood: Ok this commentary bit is getting extra asinine now.
Crash: Now you guys, calm down, this isn’t a Ball Ball match, there’s no need to fight. This is a time for celebration, after all… THE THREE-YEAR CHASE HAS ENDED! I am now your NEW Craze champion.
~The crowd chants Crash’s name~
Crash: Now, I don’t have the belt with me, right now. I sent Lou to get it polished.But still, it’s about time we celebrate. CUE THE MUSIC!
~Crash bobs his head as he watches the crowd dance to the music, when he notices a child in the front row. He is wearing a shirt reading “Lou Pohl banged my mom and all I got was this stupid T-Shirt”, causing the Crooked Man to stifle laughter, only for the kid to climb the barricade and start flossing. As the good times reach an all time high, the song is interrupted and replaced with Psychosomatic (Frontier Psychiatrist remix) by M. Bulteau. Crash’s head pivots quickly towards the stage~
Crash: Ayo, cut the music!
~The sound system dies out~
Crash: What are you doing? I didn’t call her out yet! I got this whole 20 minute celebration planned! You’re ruining the show!
~Helena comes sliding out from the back, with a crowbar over her shoulder, doing a little singing in the rain impression. She looks mildly annoyed with Crash for cutting her music but she shrugs it off and makes her way down the ramp. A short hop up to the apron and grabbing a mic later the rather tiny compared to Crash blond is leaning against the ropes with a wild grin~
Helena: Oi, yeah I don’t mean to gate crash and all, but we’ve got a time limit with this stuff. I’m sure you’ve celebrated a ton already and I’m one for cuttin chases. So let’s do this, yeah mate?
~Crash raises an eyebrow before gesturing towards the disgusting guest couch, the camera pans closer and we notice that it looks damp. Helena makes a face and hops over the ropes to sit on the BACK of the couch instead of the seat. Obviously taking a bit of care to keep her long coat between her and the fabric of the couch~
Crash: Helen, so good to see you.
Helena: Thanks, real peach you are. How ya feelin, we both stayed a while to keep gettin our asses handed to us in Truth or Consequences. Long night, real fun. Oh, wait, right, you’re the host. Guess you ask me the questions.
~The blond ruffles her mop of hair and gestures in a sort of shrug and a ‘take it away’ type motion. Crash seems almost floored by this woman, but quickly recomposes himself~
Crash: I.. I have only half a clue what you said, but that accent is fascinating. Can you say more words? Here say ‘And NEW Craze Champion, Crash Rodriguez’, please?
Helena: You know, seein as you asked nicely “AND NEW CRAZE CHAMPION, CRASH RODRIGUEZ!”
~Helena leans into it, making the phrase into a loud top of her lungs bark. Before grinning at Crash who just raises an eyebrow.~
Helena: Oi, righto, there you go. It’s technically considered a Brummie accent, from the Birmingham region. It’s what Monty Python might refer to as ‘muddled’ these days, but that’s what have you.
Crash: Man, it’s a beautiful phrase in any accent. Anyways, you did it. You defied all the odds, and walked out of New Mexico number one contender, and crowned the newcomer of the month. Must be exciting times, huh?
Helena: That I did, I gotta say that whole show was defo a career highlight. Fun as. Yeah, I’m your number contender, very exciting. Do people think I might have drawn the short straw? Bein the first person on the doc for your new reign. For sure, but not me. I think we’re goin to put on a hell of a match. Certainly lookin at the two of us side by side, it’s clear your advantages, but after TOC? You gotta know that strategy is me strong suit.
Crash: I’ve seen many come in, short straw in hand, and rise above the doubt, may I remind these people of Alice Knight’s first title reign? But Helen, dear, please know… I won’t make the mistake of taking you lightly.
~Crash offers a smile, the crowd seem confused at how swimmingly the interview process is going, but their excitement continues to keep them on their feet~
Crash: I’ve been where you stand. New face in OCW and to already have a Craze title opportunity hanging before you. All the pressure is on you. These people, their eyes will be glued to you, and-
Louis Pohl: And they can’t wait for you to fail.
~Helena and Crash turn their attention to the ramp, where we find Louis Pohl with Bash clapping his hands as he sits in his ergo carrier. In his hand a mic, and the other he holds a duffel bag.~
Lou: I hope I’m not interrupting your two’s errr… Flirting?
~Crash rolls his eyes, shaking his head at his representative’s comment. Lou goes up the steps and through the ropes, making his way to The Crooked Man.~
Crash: We’re conducting an interview, Lou. Keep it professional, alright?
Lou: Ok, so not flirting, but can you blame me? I can’t understand a word this putz says.
~Helena chuckles, when flirting is mentioned she just sort of rolls her own eyes and shakes her head. She stands, looking toward Lou, pulling a gummy candy out of her pocket to unwrap and offer to Bash.~
Helena: Oh look a wild slapnuts appeared. Cute kiddo, Crash.
~Lou looks offended at the insult. Helena winks at him, playing to the crowd who let's face it, like to see Lou get his dues from time to time. ~
Lou: See, kid! It’s like I said, you’re a single dad, a champion. All the no-good gold diggers gonna be trying to sweet talk you.
Crash: Lou, can you just shut the fuck up?
~The Crooked Man rises to his feet and grabs the gummy being offered to Bash from Helena, quickly placing it in his son’s mouth. Lou helps pull Bash from the carrier, and hands him to Crash.~
Helena: Naw, everybody's just a sucker for infants. I don’t swing Crash’s way and that’s nothin to do with him.
Lou: You’re a damn sucker for punishment. What makes you think you stand a chance against this man? What makes you think you’re worthy to be in the same ring as him?
Crash: She did win the contenders match, Lou.
Lou: She lucked out. A fluke victory, and all she’s gonna have to show for it is broken limbs and crushed dreams.
Helena: I’m not goin to mince words here, Louse Stand, I did win that match despite I might add, your boy doin his best to help Ball Ball….I know I know Hail Ball Ball. I came in and showed there’s a reason I deserve to be here. I didn’t wait for the opportunity, I took it. You may write everythin I do off, you, the man who can’t do so he flops his way around doin a poor excuse for representin. It’s not YOUR title, you didn’t achieve it, you didn’t give blood sweat, and tears. Crash did. Now it’s my mountain to climb, and how I’m goin to do that is me own business. Crash gets to find that out in process.
~Lou huffs and puffs at the insults, while Crash sits down, still getting his fingers chewed on by his son.~
Helena: Helluva story too, I don’t take that from Crash, goin to be a hard gorram sell to top what his journey has been. Part of me reality dislikes bein the woman who might brin the bloke's hero’s tale up short. That bit of me isn’t here tonight, the bit of me that is knows what I’m capable of and isn’t goin to be talked down to by the carny barker, right?
~Helena sighs and again runs a hand through her hair, starting to hop from foot to foot~
~Lou drops the duffel bag onto Crash’s desk, before storming toward Helena, she squares her shoulders and stands on her tiptoes leaning toward him~
Helena: Come on then, first shot’s free and after that you better be leggin it.
Crash: ENOUGH!
~Crash’s voice booms over the PA system, sending a jolt through all in attendance, Lou peeks over his shoulder, eyeing Crash as he tries to keep Bash calm. Lou makes his way over, grabbing the child.~
Crash: Look what the two of you have done. He’s all pissed off and sad now! Helena, you have a point, it’s not his title. It’s mine. I congratulate you on getting here, but that’s as far as you go. Lou, you need to learn to just shut your fucking mouth from time to time. You were told to get the belt polished and bring it to me. Not talk, not run your mouth, and certainly not to start a fight in MY fucking ring.
Lou: Kid the belts right there.
~Pohl points to the duffel bag, and Crash unzips it, stopping for a second~
Crash: What… Is this?
Lou: I know, you just wanted it polished but I called some people and got that done up instead.
Crash: You didn’t have to do this. This is too much man.
Lou: Nonsense. Tamika’s reign is over. Now it’s time to usher in the Era of Crash!
~Helena tries to sneak a peek at what they're talking about, while Crash and Lou continue to admire the contents~
Helena: Now I feel bad rippin into the hair piece. Way to go me. Whatcha got? I do some buildin and belt restorin occasionally too.
~Crash pulls the title from the bag and raises it above his head, showing the new design to Helena and the OCW audience itself. The crowd goes absolutely wild, some fans upset the belt has been changed, and others who love the redesign. Helena’s jaw clinches, and her fist balls into a fist. Crash notices her change in demeanor~
Crash: Not a fan?
~Helena leaned closer and now she pulls back shaking her head~
Helena: I just…I know who made it. That type of irresident brass? It’s sorta a trademark. See everyone here knows me as the honorary Strader or Knox’s first bastard, but me mum had two kids before me, and that belt was made by me OLDER sister. Bellamy.
~Lou smiles, obviously pleased with the outcome, as Crash’s mouth drops~
Lou: “Well, I’ll be honest, I had heard of your proclivity for belt design. I had looked over your work and… It just wasn’t any good, so I asked around and discovered an artist beyond amazing. Bellamy was such a sweetheart, must be the absence of the Strader gene.
Crash: Woah, wait, she’s a fucking Strader?
Lou: Oh, you didn’t know, kid? Yeah, looks like we got another dirty piece of trash to deal with.
Helena: Not actually, Bruv. Just figuratively, and oooohhh look at you with the low blows. I’m goin to hash that out with Bellamy at a later date. Kick in the teeth at that givin’ me a belt designed by her. Congrats on that masterful stroke, but you do have a lot of experience with mastering a stroke.
Lou: Funny, real class act huh? Well maybe you should take your comedy chops, and get the fuck outta this business. And another thing, you won’t be given shit. That belt, that’s Crash’s and it will remain his until he’s forced to put it to the side to be World champion after winning the mix.
Helena: The plan was actually takin it from Crash, I was bein polite. I’m goin to take it from him, and probably redesign it….Shit. See that’s what I mean, I’d feel bad redoin HIS thin. I’m goin to be takin that Craze title though, much as the Loophole here doesn’t want me to want it. Cause you see, me? I’ve played cards with the devil, and I’ve made a bet with a ghost…I’m the one who made sure they’d never find the cure for the crooked soul, but I have found the cure for the Crooked Man.
~Crash is staring, his dark eyes squinted before suddenly he just rushes forward. It takes Helena entirely off guard as she throws her arms up in front of her face in time to stop from getting a mouth full of shoulder bone. The blond drops like a rock as Crash starts kicking, with security rushing in and past a laughing Lou Pohl to break the two competitors up~
Jones: Well, that didn't take long!
Hood: Crash a temper, man. Helena definitely exploited it.
Jones: Yea, well, Lou doesn't help.
Hood: What are you talking about? Lou is the greatest manager of all time!
Jones: That's your opinion. Regardless, these two look ready to go to war...a war that, I'm told, will take place on August 22nd!
Hood: Huzzah!
Jones: Alright fans, while we get things sorted out here and these two angry wrestlers are escorted backstage, let's cut to a quick video package highlighting the competitors and the action from last week's tremendous Pay Per View event...Truth or Consequences!
Sons of Krayzie (1-0) vs. The Influence (1-0)
~Cue that 1980’s guitar! The opening notes of “The Boys and the Girls Are Doing it” by Vital Signs begin to play over the arena. There are some lines in there, but let’s get to the chorus of this amazing track off the Bill and Ted Soundtrack~
# Yeah, we all know the boys and the girls are doing it! #
~And out from the back step out the Influencers of social media platforms across the world to an enormous negative reaction from the crowd. Christopher Wrigley is out first from the back, with a huge smile on his face and holding his arms out wide for all the world to see his navy blue jacket and red tie. He is shortly followed out by Delia Black, the kick happy murder princess, and her partner in crime Claudia Frost. The trio soak in the boos from the crowd as they slowly walk down the ramp~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, Claudia Frost and Delia Black...The Influence!!!
~Black and Frost enter the ring with Wrigley monitoring the outside. They stand back in their corner, ready to compete~
Jones: The Influence, back in action after a HUGE debut win against former #1 contenders, BAM G.
Hood: No shit. They win tonight and they might find themselves as the new #1 contenders.
Jones: Wouldn’t be out of the realm of possiblity. But the Sons of Krayzie won’t be an easy defeat.
Hood: Not at all.
Belvedere: And, their opponents…
~The fans are buzzing, but soon turn to a mixed reaction as a voice begins to speak through the PA system~
“And the whole world loves it when you sing the blues… Da. Da.. Da. Da. Da.. Da….”
~The opening sounds of “Godspeed” by Don Trip begins to play as the lights inside of the arena turn a crimson hue color, soon the stage filling up with smoke. After about a minute of waiting, Duce Jones and Byson Kaliban slowly emerge through the fog, mixed emotions coming from the crowd~
Belvedere: Making their way to the ring...Duce Jones and Byson Kaliban...The Sons of Krayzie!!!
~Duce and Byson head down the ramp, focused. Eyes locked on Wrigley and The Influence. They rush forward, sliding into the ring and popping to their feet. Belvedere exits. The bell rings~
Jones: And here we go! Tag Team action with major tag title implications!
Hood: Let’s go!
~ Deuce and Frost start for their teams, and as the bell sounds they begin to circle each other. They meet in the middle of the ring for a lock-up, but Frost ducks under the collar and elbow attempt by Deuce, and she grabs a waist lock. Deuce counters with a standing switch into a waist lock of his own, but then goes into a headlock. As Deuce tries to tighten the headlock, Frost turns her body to the side, pops her head out, and catches Deuce in a hammer-lock.
~Deuce reaches his arm up and grabs a three-quarter Nelson on Frost. Deuce jumps up and comes down with a snapmare on Frost. Frost rolls up to her feet and turns to a waiting Deuce who catches Frost with a headlock takeover. Frost quickly counters with a head-scissors pulling Deuce off her head and squeezing his head with her legs. Deuce fights to his feet, and with his head still trapped he front flips out of the scissors and into another headlock on Frost~
~Frost works up to her feet, wraps her arms around Deuce, runs him into the ropes and shoots him off. Deuce comes off the ropes and Frost goes for a hip toss, but Deuce flips through and lands on his feet. Deuce goes for a hip toss of his own, but Frost counters with a fireman's carry takedown, and Deuce counters the counter by catching himself on the mat with his free hand and doing a round-off to his feet. Frost spins up and her and Deuce pause in a square off as the OCW crowd begins cheering. ~
Jones: The OCW faithful showing respect for WRESTLING!
Hood: Well that is unusual.
Jones: What do you mean? OCW has the best wrestlers on Earth.
Hood: I mean the OCW crowd being respectful.
~ As the crowd cheers Frost extends a handshake to Deuce. Deuce smirks and accepts it, but as he does Frost yanks his arm, pulling Deuce right into an exploder suplex. ~
Hood: HA! What an idiot.
Jones: Classic swerve, classic OCW baby.
~ Deuce is thrown towards the corner of The Influence with the suplex, and as he begins to get up Frost drives him back into the corner and tags in Black. The Influence grab Deuce and shoots him into the ropes and as he comes back Frost drops down. Deuce hops over Frost and as he lands Black is there with a superkick. Frost rolls out of the ring, Deuce drops to one knee, and Black sets up for another superkick.
~Black goes for another superkick, but Deuce rolls under the kick and springs to his feet. Black turns around into a hurricanrana from Deuce that sends Black in the SOK corner. Black gets to her feet and sees Deuce charging. Black ducks down, but Deuce leap frogs her and lands in his corner tagging in Krazyie. Black immediately begins backing off as the big man steps into the ring. ~
Jones: It appears Delia Black doesn't want any part of Krayzie.
Hood: I don’t think any women want anything to do with Krazyie.
~ Black backs off and holds up her fingers in the peace sign. Krayzie snarls and grabs her fingers, bending them backwards and bringing Black to her tippie toes in pain. Krazyie grabs her and whips her off into the ropes. As Black comes off Krazyie catches her and throws her high into the sky. Krazyie turns and walks away as Black falls to the mat on her face. Krazyie walks to Frost and flips her off before turning back to Black. ~
Hood: How rude.
Jones: Like what you said about Krazyie wasn't rude.
Hood: You don't think he heard me do you?
~ Krazyie lifts Black up and shoots her into the corner. Krazyie follows up with a running clothesline in the corner. Krazyie pulls Black out of the corner and right into a Northern Lights Suplex. Krazyie bridges for the pin
One…
Two…
~Frost comes diving in with a splash onto the bridged Krazyie to break up the pin. Deuce begins to charge in, but is stopped by the referee. Meanwhile Frost helps Black up and then they grab Krazyie hooking him for a double suplex. The Influence get Krazyie's feet off the ground, but Krazyie kicks his feet dropping back to his feet and then takes both members of The Influence over with a double snap suplex. ~
Jones: What amazing strength shown there by Krazyie.
Hood: Test that man for PED's.
Jones; I don't think Krazyie would pass a drug test, but not because of steroids.
~ Frost rolls out of the ring as Krazyie pulls Black to his corner and tags in Deuce. Deuce grabs Black and shoots her into the corner. Krazyie follows in, hitting a Yakuza kick to Black. Krazyie hops out of the ring as Black falls to a seated position. Deuce charges in for a face wash, but at the last minute Charles Wrigley pulls Black out of the ring and Deuce crashes into the ropes and slumps down into the corner clutching his knee, having snagged it on the ropes. ~
Jones: Deuce Jones eating ropes and mat on that one.
Hood: The services of Charles Wrigley at ringside pay dividends for The Influence.
~ Black rolls back into the ring and delivers a hard stomp to the head of Deuce, before tagging in Frost. Frost and Black pull Deuce up and deliver the Murder Sequence 2022 to Deuce when Delia hits a superkick on Deuce, and he falls into the arms of Claudia who hits a snap dragon suplex and holds on for the pin. ~
One…
Two…
Kickout.
Jones: That was a close one one.
Hood: Good thing for Deuce Jones he doesn't have anything in that head to damage.
~ Frost gets to her feet waiting for Deuce to get up. As Deuce pushes himself up Frost grabs him from behind and delivers a vicious snap German suplex. Frost holds on and pulls Deuce up ready for a second suplex, but as she lifts Deuce up he rolls forward with a victory roll.
One..
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~Frost kicksout and both her and Deuce begin rolling to their feet. Frost is up first and nails an up kick to Deuce's face. Deuce staggers up and Frost hooks him got an exploder. Deuce counters though with multiple elbows to the side of Frost's head staggering her. Deuce bounces off the ropes, but as he does Black kicks him in the back of the head. Deuce stumbles forward holding his head and right into the arms of Frost who nails the Exploder suplex this time. ~
Jones: Great team work shown by The Influence.
Hood: Well, I mean they are a tag team.
~ Frost rolls to the corner and tags in Black. Black hops to the top rope and comes flying off with a knee drop to the chest of Deuce. Black rolls right up to her feet from the knee drop and instantly jumps into the air and comes down with a double footstomp onto the chest of Deuce. Black continues the assault by jumping out of the footstool, and off Deuce's chest into a back senton. Black rolls over and makes the pin. ~
One…
Two…
Kickout.
Jones: Impressive flurry of offense by Black.
Hood: She used Deuce's body like a trampoline.
~ Black steps back and waits for Deuce to start getting up. As Deuce pulls himself to his feet Black charges in with the Squid Game Red Light (Running Knee Strike), but Deuce side steps it. Deuce goes for a superkick, but Black ducks it. Black goes for a roundhouse kick, but Deuce catches her leg and throws it up. Black flips through and lands on her feet just in time to duck a clothesline from Deuce. Deuce turns around right into a Step-up Enziguri.
~Black stands over the fallen Deuce for a moment before moving to her corner and tagging in Frost. The two women lift Deuce up and double whip him into the corner. Frost charges in with a hard European Uppercut to Deuce in the corner, and then steps out and drops down on all fours. Black runs and leaps off of Frost back with a flying knee, but Deuce catches Black in mid-air and power bombs her down onto the back of Frost. Deuce collapses to the mat beside the members of The Influence. ~
Hood: Duce broke her back.
Jones: Which one?
Hood: THE BACK! SPINAL!
~ Black and Frost begin getting to their feet as Deuce crawls towards the corner. Frost grabs one of Deuce's ankles, and Black grabs the other, and The Influence begins to drag him backward. Deuce acts quick, pushing his body up and doing a front roll, sending The Influence forward as he breaks free. Deuce gets to his feet and sees The Influence charging with a double clothesline, but Deuce leaps over their arms, tucks and rolls right into his corner tagging Krazyie. ~
Jones: NEW YORK IS ABOUT THE GET… KRAZYIE!
Hood: What a horribly generic line, I expect better from you Jones.
~ Black charges at Krazyie first, and she runs right into a belly to belly suex thag send her flying over the top rope to the outside. Krazyie gets to his feet and is met with a running forearm from Frost. Frost begins firing forearms in rapped seccesion that staggers Krazyie. Frost hooks Krazyie for a suplex, but he blocks it and counters and hits Frost with an intense snap suplex. Krazyie holds onto Frost and spins back up to his feet and lifts her for a vertical suplex again, but this time flips her body and drops Frost with and Orange Crush bomb.
~Krazyie is to his feet and pumping up the crowd. Krazyie turns to see Black charging, but Krazyie is quick enough to crouch down and catch Black coming in. Krazyie lifts Black up and drops her down with the Air Raid Crash. ~
Jones: Krazyie is really on his game here tonight.
Hood: I'm sure it helps that he is twice these girls size.
~ Krazyie gets to his feet and stands over Black talking trash and he doesn't notice Frost behind him. Frost quickly nails the Snap Dragon Suplex (fast suplex from behind). Frost quickly pulls Krazyie into position for OFF WITH HER HEAD!, but Krazyie pulls his arms down and spins out, holding onto Frost wrist and pulling her into a wrist-clutch exploder suplex. Krazyie goes for the pin. ~
One…
Two…
Jones: AND DELIA BLACK MAKES THE SAVE! The Influence are so in sync with each other.
Hood: Well, it is common for women who spend a lot of time together to sync up.
~ Black begins hammering Krazyie in the back with forearms. As Krazyie gets his his knees he shoves Black back into the ropes, and as she hits the ropes Deuce lands a enziguri to the back of Black's head. Black staggers forward right into the arms of Krazyie who scoops her up into a standing fireman's and Krazyie delivers the Final Tic (fireman's carry into a falling neckbreaker), dropping Black's body on top of Frost's body. Black rolls off of Frost and is holding her neck as Krazyie covers her. The Ref drops to make the pin, but stops before making a count and begins waiving it off. ~
Jones: Krazyie attempted to pin the member of The Influence who isn't legal, great call by the official.
Hood: And that is why you don't compete stoned kids.
~ Krazyie is looking up at the Ref arguing, and as he does Frost nails a hard elbow to the back of Krazyie'd head. Frost grabs the stunned Krazyie in a waist lock, pulls him to his feet and delivers a hard release German suplex landing Krazyie high and on his head. As Krazyie's body flops into the corner Deuce tags him. Deuce springs to the top rope and comes off with a springboard superman punch to Frost just as she gets to her feet.
~Deuce is pumped up and pounding his chest as the crowd cheers him on. Deuce sets up for the Krayzed Knee as he waits on Frost to get to her feet. Frost gets up and staggers around to see Deuce charging. Frost rolls under the charging Deuce and comes up right into her corner where she tags Delia Black. Black springs to the top rope and leaps off toward Deuce, but Krazyie comes out of nowhere and catches Black in mid-air. Krazyie spins and lifts Black's body into position, and then drops backward as Deuce comes in nailing Black with the THC (flap jack/ code breaker combo)~
~Deuce makes the cover as Krazyie catches Frost coming in and pins her in the corner. ~
One…
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Three…
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here are your winners...SONS OF KRAYZIE!!!!!
Jones: They did it! Duce and Byson earn a HUGE victory!
Hood: No shit. Fuck. Really thought the girls had it...felt like a team on the fast track to the tag titles.
Jones: They might still be, Hood. A loss here is nothing to hang your head about.
Hood: True. Is it just me or is the tag division surprisingly stacked all of a sudden?
Jones: Very stacked. And, in this stacked division, The Sons of Krayzie move up while The Influence take a tough loss. However, I’m sure Frost and Black will bounce back...there’s no denying the talent.
Hood: Not at all.
# Yeah, we all know the boys and the girls are doing it! #
~The scene opens to an unknown location. It’s dark, dreary, damp with barely anything visible. Soon, a dark hooded figure comes into view. Their face isn’t seen but the scene is now lit by the figure holding a lit torch. They appear to be descending a stone spiral staircase.
THAD DUKE VOICEOVER: I know what I said on Massacre two weeks ago.
~The figure continues to descend slowly into what seems like an abyss.
THAD DUKE VOICEOVER: That OCW would stand on its own. That OCW would have no affiliation with High Octane Wrestling. That Marcus Welsh was free to go and do whatever he wanted on his own time.
~The figure comes to the end of the downward spiraling staircase. Pushing open a heavy steel door, they enter into a long corridor with rats running along the floor in the opposite direction.
THAD DUKE VOICEOVER: Marcus Welsh stands in direct defiance of my orders.
~The figure continues to make his way down the long corridor.
THAD DUKE VOICEOVER: What else would I expect?
~The figure then comes to the end of the corridor to an iron gate. It’s chained and padlocked.
THAD DUKE VOICEOVER: Nearly all of you still supported him over me. I’m a grown man, I can take the hate. What I don’t have to do is let you get away with it. You… you brought all of this on yourself.
~The hooded figure runs their fingers along an inscription engraved into the steel of the heavy gate. It’s emblazoned with the logo of High Octane Wrestling.
THAD DUKE VOICEOVER: I said no. I tried to keep the peace. I tried to be diplomatic in my approach with all of you because… without you, there would be no OCW. The harder I try the more you hate me anyway. The harder I try the more you resist simple changes to make MY company better. In the short term, and the long term.
~The hooded figure removes their hood revealing curly brown hair. Obviously male, he runs his fingers through his locks before turning around, revealing himself as the Majority Owner himself.
THAD: You rebuffed my advances in the interest of unifying this company. You resist everything I’ve done, good or bad. Resistance is now futile. Remember you brought this on yourselves.
~Thad looks down and to his left. A sledgehammer rests against the wall. Leaning the torch and retrieving the sledge, he says nothing as he turns and delivers one hard strike into the padlock. The lock busts open and falls to the dirt covered floor, bringing the chains down with it. Thad then pushes the Gates of HOW open. Dozens and dozens of rats formerly trapped behind the now opened door scurry past his feet.
~Thad smirks.
THAD: Let them come.
~At once, the torch is extinguished.
Jones: Oh no, this can't be good.
Hood: FUCKIN RATS! Of course this isn't good! Rats are almost as bad as owls!
Jones: It's a metaphor, Hood. Thad is no longer gonna hold the gates. He's opening them wide. We may be in trouble.
Hood: I don't know about WE but I'm pretty sure HE, as in Welsh, is.
Jones: I can't argue that. Where is all this heading, folks? Again...tonight seems fairly ominous. So, stay tuned. Commercial break and more Massacre when we return!
~The crowd here in the famous Madison Square Garden arena sit anxiously, wanting to see more action from tonight's card. The camera stays focused on the ringside area for an extended period of time without anything happening. Until finally someone walks out on stage. The fans began to boo immediately as the person on stage can be seen to be none other than the former OCW Savage Champion Jace Parker Davidson.~
Jones: Well, I know this time was scheduled for an in-ring segment with the former OCW Savage Champion, but this is still a bit unexpected.
Hood: God, I hope the rumors aren’t true! What happened to his man at Truth or Consequences was simply criminal. There was a felony committed in New Mexico on July 31st and no one seems to care!
Jones: What happened in New Mexico was a long time coming and you know it! This man got every single thing that was coming to him after months of both verbal and physical abuse of just about everyone on the roster!
Hood: You shut your mouth! Jace Parker Davidson is a treasure to OCW and our sport as a whole. If we end up losing the best thing to happen to this company since Mike Best, then I don’t know how I am going to go on.
~Hood gets emotional as Jones just rolls his eyes. Jace just stands there on stage looking out at the crowd that continues to shower him with hate. Jace has on normal street clothes and the HOW LSD Championship belt around his waist.~
Jones: No theme music, no theatrics. Seems like the humble pie has been eaten and there was nothing to wash it down with.
Hood: What the fuck does that even mean?! Christ, someone just cut his headset, please? His obviously biased take on this matter is completely unprofessional.
Jones: You hear the words that come out of your own mouth, correct?!
~Jace lowers his head and slowly makes his way down the ramp towards the ring. The fans that line the first row of the entrance way yell and shout at him, but he pays it no attention. Jace solemnly makes his way up the steel ring steps then steps through the ropes to enter the ring. Jace makes his way to a corner and gets handed a microphone. He walks to the center of the ring and waits for the crowd to quiet down before speaking.~
Davidson: Obviously, as you all can see. I am no longer the OCW Savage Champion.
~The crowd erupts in cheers over the fact that Jace is no longer the Champion. He doesn’t get mad however, just slowly nods his head.~
Davidson: Maybe, I bit off a little more than even I could chew. Two matches in two different states for two different companies. It’s a tall ask for anyone in this business, even me. Maybe if I had wrestled at Truth or Consequences first then things would have been different. Maybe if I just made a decision on which company, I wanted to be in then none of this would have happened.
Jones: Even the hardest of skulls can learn to accept reality if you smack it or in some cases kick it hard enough. With all that being said I don’t feel an ounce of sympathy for what happened to him on the PPV.
Hood: I don’t like the sound of this. I don’t like this entire vibe that is flowing through the arena right now. I need… I need to get into the ring and talk some sense into Jace before he does something drastic.
Jones: Sit down and do your job!
Crowd: PIC! PIC! PIC! PIC! PIC!
~Jace looks around at the fans as they chant and nods his head again.~
Davidson: Yeah, he got me. He’s the new OCW Savage Champion and I’m not going to make any excuses. I knew what I was walking into. I knew what I had signed up for and Amick or PIC didn’t do anything that I wouldn’t have done given the chance. But in the time that has passed since Truth or Consequences I’ve had time to think about things. I’ve reflected on what has happened in the last few months both in my career and my life.
~Jace pauses for a moment and lowers his head again.~
Davidson: And I’ve come to a decision and it's very fitting that I’m here tonight in New York, that I’m here tonight in Madison Square Garden.
~The crowd cheers for the mention of their state and the famous arena.~
Davidson: I’ve had many matches in many different companies right here in this arena. I’ve main evented memorable matches right here in this building. And whether you loved me or hated me at the time, I will never forget those moments. I was born here in New York and that’s why with this being the place where it all began for me that I’m here to say…
Crowd: NA NA NA, NA NA NA NA, HEY HEY HEY, GOODBYE!!!
~Jace pauses and takes a moment to compose himself as the crowd continues to chant.~
Hood: I can’t believe the disrespect being shown right now to one of the greatest wrestlers that has ever lived. If this was Lou Gehrig standing in the middle of that ring right now trying to say goodbye, then these people wouldn’t act like this!
Jones: Lou Gehrig was a hero to millions of people and a Baseball Hall of Famer! What happened to him was an absolute travesty!
Hood: Yeah, well, he’s no Jace Parker Davidson and whatever happened to him pales in comparison to the blasphemous deeds that occurred at Truth or Consequences!
~Jace begins taking deep breaths before slowly raising his head with an evil smirk plastered on his lips.~
Davidson: ...They should have killed me when they had the chance!
~The crowd begins to blow the roof off of the building with boos.~
Davidson: You had one chance, one shot to get the job done and you failed! Sure, PIC is the OCW Savage Champion. You all celebrated like you had won the Superbowl but in reality, it was only the end of the 1st quarter. If you think one loss, if you think one speed bump in the road was going to send me packing then you’re sadly fucking mistaken.
~Jace begins to pace around the ring.~
Davidson: How many? How many of you motherfuckers did it take for PIC to actually be able to keep my shoulders down for just three seconds? And that was AFTER wrestling in an HOW main event match where I was busted open and took to the limit. That was AFTER Marcus Welsh had to lock away the members of the EPU so that you all could pull your petty little bullshit. All of that and you didn’t finish the job!
~Jace takes a moment to laugh into the microphone as the crowd continues to boo.~
Davidson: PIC doesn’t have it in him to end me. TLS, Zybala, Calaway, Easton… none of you have what it takes to run me out of OCW. I am here to STAY. You think you did something to me? You think you screwed me? What you all did was a favor to me. By helping PIC take the OCW Savage Championship you freed me up to target every single other Championship belt that OCW has. And first on that list? The OCW World Tag Team Championship belts.
Crowd: PTSD! PTSD! PTSD! PTSD! PTSD!
Davidson: Marcus Welsh helped you all rob me of OCW gold, Marcus Welsh decided to book a match next week where you both defend those title belts against a team that hasn’t been on OCW television since when exactly? It would be a crying shame if something terrible were to happen during or after that match next week. And if you think Marcus Welsh is going to help you again? I damn well hope he does. I hope he dares to stick his nose into my business again because when I get my hands on him. When I wrap my hands around his greasy little neck? I’m going to show him what true consequences are all about.
~Jace takes the HOW LSD Championship belt from around his waist and raises it into the air.~
Davidson: It doesn’t matter who it is. Even you Kali, you want to play big boy? I will put your ass down too just like everyone else. I am STILL a Champion. Even when I lose, I STILL win. You thought everything that happened before was bad? You haven’t seen anything yet. I’m not just going to be a part of the problem here in Online Championship Wrestling… I am going to be the whole motherfucking problem!
Hood: I knew it! I knew it all along! No one can stop JPD and now he’s going to run through the ranks here in OCW!
Jones: You were practically sitting here in tears because you thought he might be leaving the company!
Hood: Tears of joy! Tears of fucking joy! Long live the King of Everything!
~Jace drops the microphone as the sound of “KINGDOM” by Jaxson Gamble plays throughout the building. Jace exits the ring and marches his way back up the ramp before the next match is set to begin.~
~ The shot opens to the backstage area with Outcast looking like a man on a mission. He storms down the hallway, his face wearing a mask of anger. As Outcast passes a table with coffee, bottled water, and of course beer, because classic OCW baby, Outcast grabs the table and flips it over. ~
Outcast: VICTORIA!!! WHERE ARE YOU, YOU C**T!!!
~ Some nerdy, virgin looking staff member in a PWA shirt, with a clipboard and a headset appears in the shot. ~
V.L.S (virgin looking staffer): Um, who's going to clean this up? MSG is a Union building and cleaning up table flips isn't in their job description.
~ Outcast turns and snarls at the staffer. V.L.S begins to tremble and look for a safe space, but the OCW backstage area is like an early 2000's AIM chat room, there is no safe place.
~Outcast grabs V.L.S by his wrinkled polo shirt and slams him into the wall. Outcast moves his face close enough to V.S.L's that he can feel Outcast's breath on his face. ~
Outcast: I don't give two sh*ts who cleans this up. I want to know where Victoria Strader is.
V.L.S.: I don't know, I saw Veronica earlier. Or maybe it was Victoria, I don't know the difference.
Outcast: Pony tail, or no ponytail?
V.L.S: Uh, no ponytail.
~ Outcast snarls again, and as he does we hear a voice from off camera say "Looking for me Christian?".
~Outcast knows the voice instantly, and drops V.S.L, before turning to see Victoria at the end of the hall. She gives a laugh and then takes off down the hall and out of sight. Outcast begins to give chase, but stops and grabs a bottle of the over turned beer from the ground. Outcast twist the top off and pours the foamy beer down his gullet, and then heads down the hall~
~Outcast stops at the corner and smacks the bottle against the edge of the corner, breaking it onto a shank. Outcast moves around the corner after Victoria and the camera follows. Outcast sees a door that is cracked open, as if not being shut properly out of haste.~
~Outcast charges the door and knocks it open. Inside is not Victoria though, but four of the suit men Outcast had encountered in the Waffle House previously.~
~"Agent Cain, we need to talk", one of the suitmen says.~
~Outcast grabs the door and swings it shut on the camera and the scene fades out. ~
Jones: That's a man who lives a dangerous life.
Hood: Shit, I hope he can make it to tonight's Main Event.
Jones: I'm sure he'll be fine. Those men said they just wanted to talk.
Hood: LOL yea, okay sure.
Jones: Anyway...it's good to see the former Champ back and active in OCW...even if he is chasing people around with broken bottles.
Hood: Hear hear!
Jones: Alright folks, more tag team action is up next as some WEAK ASS BOOKING is about to strike...four wrestlers forced into tag team action! Let's head to the ring!
BRIM/Sahara vs. RayRay/Claudius Augustus
~We cut to the ring where Belvedere is standing~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall!
~“Killjill” by Big Boi ft. Killer Mike and Young Jeezy hits! The fans give a strong reaction as BRIM makes his way to the ring. BRIM, looking as mean and menacing as ever, reaches the ring and hustles up the steps, entering through the ropes~
Jones: BRIM back in action. He didn’t get what he wanted last Saturday which, I’m sure, has him angrier than usual.
Hood: Oh, for sure.
~An eerie voice pipes through the arena PA~
it seems strange that my life should end
~As the lights dim, fog slowly rolls over the stage as if emanating from a dark beyond. The random sounds of a radio tuning through various stations floats over the arena as bright white lights suddenly shine up from beneath the stage, bathing the entryway in an angelic glow. Slowly, white webbing begins to appear on the darkened tron as of a spider spinning it's web...~
ADRENALIZE ME
~As the hard-hitting beat of In This Moment’s ‘Adrenalize Me’ begins pumping through the arena, The White Widow, Sahara Duke emerges through the ghostly fog...~
COME A LITTLE BIT CLOSER
~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
~As the music continues to tell her tangled tale, she charges toward the ring and jump slides through the bottom rope…she pops to her feet and looks over at BRIM who stares back...it’s pretty clear these two have zero affiliation up to this point~
Belvedere: The team of Sahara Duke and BRIM!
~Huge boos~
Jones: Fans aren’t too thrilled with Sahara...especially considering Thad’s actions tonight.
Belvedere: And, their opponents…
~
The American Flag waves proudly, united, strong, just like the nation of which he represents. Garry Ray-Ray Nelson emerges from the back, his majestic mustache on point, a few smears of motor oil on his face from having worked on the tractor just this morning. There are no days off for the farmer, after all~
~He strides down to the ringside area, slapping hands with all the children, giving salutes to the ones that have their Garry branded American Flag do rags. Ever the patriot, he ensures that his American track suit to touch anything, even the ropes, as he makes it into the ring. He raises his hands, large and caked with dirt from working the fields, to the sky, and the corners explode in a fireworks display of red, white, and blue~
Jones: And Ray-Ray back in action! He seems to prefer Monday nights, Hood.
Hood: Hey, he was in the Prison Yard Match on a SUNDAY
Jones: Ah, true, true...but we missed him last week. That’s okay, he’s in the MIX! And, his first opponent is a team that features his opponent tonight...Sahara!
Hood: That it does.
~The lights go out, and a booming chant in Latin fills the air. “Aut Caesar aut nihil, Hic abundant leones, Hic sunt leones, Alea iacta est!” After these words a rhythmic drum blares through the speakers. Out walks Claudius Augustus, self-proclaimed Caesar of the New Holy Roman Empire. He stops at the top of the ramp, holds his arm straight out with thumb to the side as sparks engulf him in an impressive pyro performance. The sparks are higher than he is tall, and he disappears into the bright light. As the sparks fade, he drops his arm and smiles a confident smile and continues his descent towards the ring. Halfway between the entrance and the ring Claudius stops once again, this time sneering at the crowd, the peasants being within arms reach clearly annoying him. As he approaches the ring, he takes off his shiny gold leaf crown, placing it down with grace on the stairs leading up to the ring. He then ascends the stairs and enters the ring, soaking in the boos that rain down onto him, with each one seemingly making his smile grow bigger.~
Jones: And here’s the Emperor!
Hood: Man, I feel like this guy should be a champion. What’s the deal?
Jones: Like so many others, Hood. He’s finding his way.
Belvedere: And their opponents...the team of Claudius Augustus and Garry ‘Ray-Ray’ Nelson!
~BRIM charges in with a flying right hand but Augustus ducks under the blow to deliver a back kick to BRIM's back sending him towards Ray-Ray Nelson. BRIM stumbles forward right into a right hand from Nelson that spins him around, but he only has eyes for Claudius it seems, or at least in this moment. Augustus with a leap frog avoids the charging BRIM, but The Former Savage Champion stops quickly as Claudius comes with a dropkick. BRIM catches the ankles of Claudius, spinning around to slam him into the canvas.~
Jones: BRIM with a nice counter there.
Hood: BRIM is a big man but that doesn’t mean he isn’t quick.
~BRIM with a knee drop onto Claudius's chest as he pounds away at his face with closed right and lefts. Tuff is right in there warning BRIM about the closed fists but it’s Tuff and he’s anything but and cowers from a look. BRIM shoots up to his feet surprisingly fast, darting past Tuff to deliver a running elbow to Nelson that takes him off the apron. Tuff warns BRIM about this, but has to turn his attention to Nelson who is trying to come into the ring. BRIM with a boot choke to Claudius that has his face turning red from the lack of oxygen. BRIM places Claudius's throat across the ropes, stomp, stomp, stomp, rope choke from BRIM.~
Jones: BRIM is on fire!
Hood: HAH! Tuff is gonna try and count.
1!
~BRIM still choking Claudius.~
2!!
~BRIM stomps away on Claudius's neck.~
3!!!
~ BRIM drops an elbow across the back of Claudius's neck, driving his throat into the ropes even more. ~
4!!!!
~ BRIM pulls Claudius up from the bottom rope, slapping Sahara's hand as he Irish whips Claudius across the ring. Tuff starts the count again as BRIM delivers a ring shattering high angle spinebuster as Sahara nails a float over DDT on Claudius. Sahara covers as BRIM rushes over to cut off Nelson.~
1!
~Nelson with a right hand, BRIM firing back with one of his own.~
2!!
~Nelson with a shoulderblock through the ropes, BRIM is doubled over.~
Kickout!
~Nelson leaps over the top rope, but Claudius manages to roll a shoulder up just in time.~
Jones: What a close call there.
Hood: a 2 count isn’t close you schmuck.
Jones: I hate you, sometimes.
Hood: *blows a kiss*
~BRIM turns around, thigh kick from Nelson as he follows it up with a kick to the side of BRIM's head sending him into the corner of the White Widow and the Former Savage Champion’s corner. BRIM turns around, Nelson with a flying forearm that has BRIM trapped in the corner. Nelson climbs up, JOHN DEERE BUSTER (spinning spinebuster) that ends with BRIM landing on Sahara as she turns around. Claudius Augustus gets up to his feet, double Irish whip sends a rising Sahara into the ropes. Double dropkick sends her down. Nelson hits the ropes, Claudius hits the other ropes. Nelson with a leg drop to Sahara's chest (which probably does nothing cause TIG OL’BIDDIES), Claudius with a baseball slide into Sahara's head. BRIM is back up though and isn't happy but he’s an angry guy sometimes. Claudius gets up, turning around, front kick sends The Former Savage Champion over the top and to the outside.~
Hood: Jesus, I felt the ground shake.
Jones: Nelson and Augustus are teaming well together.
~Nelson springs over the top (with those massively long legs) with a cross-body that takes BRIM back down to the floor. Inside the ring, Claudius lifts Sahara up to her feet, elbow to the face. Claudius sets Sahara up for a suplex, but Sahara elbows her way out of it, nailing Claudius in the dick with THE EQUALIZER (a knee to the twig and berries this time). Sahara gets back up, pulling Claudius up to his feet, Irish whip into the corner where she follows in with a running knee then a spinning back kick to Claudius's temple has him dazed in the corner.~
Jones: Sahara showing why she is one of the best this business has to offer.
Hood: Glad you are coming around.
Jones: Never said she wasn’t talented.
~Tuff finally has BRIM and Ray-Ray Nelson separated on the outside and they make their ways to their respective corners to await a tag. Sahara lifts Claudius up to the top turnbuckle before climbing up herself, sending him down with a belly to belly superplex. Sahara looks like a shark (or White Widow? Nyuk nyuk) stalking its prey as she waits for Claudius to get back up to a vertical base. Nelson hollers BRIM's name out, but then holds his nose as he waves his hand in front of his face. BRIM reacts the way Nelson wanted by charging into the ring after him, but Tuff stops him mid-ring. Sahara bends down to pick up Augustus, tired of waiting on him to get up, but Nelson levels him with a clothesline and begins dragging Claudius over to their corner where she drapes him on the middle rope, his arm draped on the top rope. BRIM points behind Tuff, but steps back through the ropes to the ring apron. Tuff turns around as Claudius is tagged by Nelson, bringing Ray-Ray into the match. Nelson with a right hand that rocks Sahara, a second sends her backwards, and a third sends her back into BRIM, who tags himself in. Nelson makes a motion like he wants him to come on.~
Jones: BRIM tagging himself in here, Nelson egging on the Former Savage Champion.
Hood: He wants a piece of Ray-Ray and that should concern the Mellencamp fan.
~BRIM swings from the bent over position, but Nelson catches the arm, flipping him with a hiptoss. Nelson hits the ropes, springboard moonsault onto BRIM and a cover which is quite the sight considering he’s 12 foot 2.~
1!
2!!
~BRIM kicks out right after two, trying to shove up to his feet. Nelson helps him up, forearm to the chest, slap to the face, Irish whip into the ropes. Nelson hits the ropes springboard assisted clothesline takes BRIM down on the canvas. Nelson looks over at Sahara, waving at her as he sets up for The Blood on The Plow. Nelson hits the ropes, with the roaring elbow as BRIM rises but...~
Hood: BRIM rolls out of the way!
Jones: Take a lot ore than that to try and beat out BRIM.
~BRIM is in a seated position, trying to shake the cobwebs out of his head, but Nelson is already back on his feet. Kick to the back of BRIM's skull, a second, Nelson spins and a third right to the area just below BRIM's skull.~
Jones: What a series of quick kicks to stun to BRIM.
Hood: Nelson showing that he is more than JPD’s buddy.
~Nelson pulls BRIM up, slap to the face before he knees him in the midsection and lifts him up,groans loudly, drives him down to the canvas with an vertical suplex.~
Jones: How did he get him up?
Hood: Used his legs, not his back. I mean look at the calves.
Jones: I'm just amazed at Nelson's strength.
~Nelson makes the cover.~
1!
2!!
~Sahara with the boot to Nelson's temple that saves the match for her team, but Tuff is there to force Sahara back to her corner. Nelson pulls himself up, glaring at Sahara before hurriedly dragging BRIM over to their corner, slowly as he’s a big boy. Augustus wraps an arm around BRIM's throat as Nelson sends punch after punch into BRIM's body. Nelson with a kick to the midsection that drops BRIM and he only stays held up (if you can call it holding up, more like holding in place) by Claudius's grip on his throat. Nelson with another series of rapid fire punches into BRIM's reddening face. Nelson turns behind him to see Sahara still arguing with Tuff, so he gives BRIM a face rake before jamming his thumbs into both of BRIM's eyes blinding him.~
Jones: Oh come on, this isn't right.
Hood: Why not?
~BRIM kicks out, but Nelson catches the foot and they use it to choke BRIM even more in their corner with the illegal double team. Tuff turns around to see this and rushes over.~
1!
~Nelson turns, but holds BRIM's ankles still.~
2!!
3!!!
4!!!!
~Nelson drops the ankles as Claudius drops the chokehold, Nelson tags in his tag team partner. Claudius hops over the top rope, leg drop to BRIM's face. Claudius quickly springs to the top turnbuckle, double foot stomp to BRIM that has him in a very bad way here in this match. Claudius pulls him into a seated position in the corner before running into the opposite corner, he nails Sahara with a running front kick that takes her off the apron. Claudius turns around, he runs...~
Jones: Bronco Buster on BRIM.
Hood: BRIM needs to tag in the bosses super talented wifey.
~Claudius continues the Bronco Buster on BRIM, humiliating him even more in front of the fans. Claudius backs out, kick right into BRIM's face before he backs up. Sahara is getting back to her feet on the outside, Claudius charges back to the middle of the ring. Sahara comes into the ring. Claudius runs back towards BRIM, dropkick right to his face and BRIM has got to be out cold here. Claudius gets in his face slapping him to humiliate him even further. Claudius turns around to face Sahara, but Tuff has her moving back to her own corner, Sahara has her trademark smirk on her face.~
Jones: Through it all, Nelson and Sahara seem to remain friendly.
Hood: She’s a professional athlete and he’s really tall.
Jones: How- - nevermind.
~BRIM nails Nelson in the crotch with his balled up fist, sending him down to a kneeling position on the apron. BRIM pulls himself up, rage fuelling his every move. Augustus taunts Sahara to get back in the ring, but the White Widow points behind Augustus. Claudius turns around. BRIM with a right hand, Claudius with one of his own. Claudius with a rapid fire second fist and Tuff is letting the closed fists go here right now. Claudius with a third closed fist... BRIM catches it. Claudius looks a bit surprised, but fires a left, BRIM catches it as well. The Former Savage Champion smiles at Claudius who tries to kick BRIM, but he sidesteps the blow. BRIM with a Yakuza kick to Claudius's midsection, he drops the fists, turns, and...~
Hood: KILL PRETTY!
Jones: But Claudius blocks it by pushing BRIM into the elbow of Ray-Ray Nelson!
~BRIM stumbles back, German Suplex from Claudius sends BRIM crashing down on the back of his neck, but Claudius falls forward into a kneeling position after lifting that great weight. BRIM rolls over to his front, looking up at Sahara who has her hand stretched out. BRIM begins crawling as Claudius does the same. BRIM lunges, the tag is made and the fans erupt from the hot tag.~
Jones: Sahara is in the match now, can she stop the tag to Nelson?
~Sahara dives forward, she grabs Claudius's ankle, preventing the tag. Augustus turns onto his back, he kicks out with his right foot, Sahara avoids the blow. Claudius kicks a second time, but Sahara ducks under the kick, she grabs the ankle as well, she begins wrapping Claudius's leg up to flip him over into a sharpshooter.~
Jones: Sharpshooter from Sahara.
Hood: Will the future Emperor of a rebult Rome tap out like a Roman bitch tits?
~Nelson steps into the ring, clothesline from him, but Sahara avoids the clothesline by ducking. BRIM with a devastating spinebuster that takes Nelson off his feet and onto his back. Tuff is trying to get this match back under control, but Claudius is reaching for the bottom rope. Sahara is trying to prevent this as BRIM lands on Nelson with a Lou Thesz press, pounding away at his face with fists and headbutts. Nelson rolls BRIM over, pounding away at his head with fists and squeezing BRIM's ribs with his knees. Claudius is in the ropes, Tuff orders Sahara to break the hold, but Sahara says that he has a five count to do it in.~
1!
~Sahara breaks the hold, shrugging her shoulders before turning her attention to Claudius. Tuff has gotten between BRIM and Ray-Ray Nelson, ordering both men back to their corner and out of the ring; both men comply begrudgingly.~
Jones: BRIM doesn't look happy, but then again none of them do.
Hood: Sahara is smiling.
Jones: I'd call that a grin.
~Claudius pulls himself up with the ropes, shaking his head. Claudius turns around, SHINING WIZARD to Claudius and Sahara falls on him.~
1!
2!!
~Nelson in with a knee drop to break the count before BRIM can get in to prevent his interference. Tuff orders both men back into their corner again, they obey once again. Sahara holds at her neck, looking daggers at Nelson, not liking him much right now at him costing him a win. Augustus dives as Nelson reaches out, tag is made, Nelson comes into the match over the top rope. Springboard dropkick, but Sahara avoids the move. Collar and elbow tie up, Sahara with a wristlock into a hammerlock, Ray-Ray Nelson reverses into a hammerlock of his own, side headlock. Sahara shoves him into the ropes and the pace is picking up a bit here. Nelson bounces off the ropes, Sahara lowers her head. Nelson with a leap frog, he springs from the middle rope coming back with a spinning heel kick. Sahara ducks under the kick catching Nelson and sending him down with a spinebuster. Sahara makes the cover.~
One...
Two...
~Claudius comes in to prevent the pin, but he doesn't make it to the cover, instead the referee is distracted by BRIM coming in to stop the interference. Claudius and BRIM meet in the center of the ring exchanging rights and lefts with ferocity. The sweat flies off their bodies as the punches land with force. Neither man backs up from the blows, also neither man stops throwing them either. Sahara looks up at the blows, Nelson thumbs her in the eyes while the referee is distracted.~
Jones: Dirty trick from Nelson there.
Hood: But it gets the job done, brilliant.
~Sahara wipes at her eyes as she tries to roll up to her feet, Nelson with a dropkick right into Sahara's ass sends her cranium first into the bottom turnbuckle. Nelson springs from the middle rope, leg drop across Sahara's neck takes her out of the action for a bit. Nelson turns his attention to Claudius and BRIM who are still putting on a boxing display here in the wrestling ring, Nelson with a kneel and a low blow to BRIM stops his punches. BRIM holds at his wounded crotch as Claudius laughs. DDT to the canvas and BRIM may be out again in this match. Ray-Ray goes for the cover, but Claudius says that he wants to pin BRIM. Nelson shrugs as he walks over, Augustus leaves the ring and Nelson tags him into the match. Augustus struts over to BRIM, but he pushes Sahara onto the ring apron and out of the ring. Claudius turns around to BRIM before pulling The Former Savage Champion up to his feet, but it’s BRIM with the boot to the gut of Augustus. BRIM motions for Sahara to be ready. He spins Claudius around and hooks in for the CRACKIN’ NECKS! (Back to Belly Piledriver; Like Hangman's Rights to Passage only he sits down instead of kneeling). He makes the cover. As Sahara starts to come through the ropes. Tuff drops to count.~
1!
~ Nelson over the ropes.~
2!!
~ Sahara using the ropes, propels herself over top of BRIM, connecting with a clothesline to Ray-Ray!~
3!!!!!!!
DING DING DING!
Belvedere: And your winners via pinfall... the team of THE WHITE WIDOW SAHARA AND THE MAN KNOWN AS BRIM!!!!!!
Jones: Huge win for BRIM and Sahara!
Hood: That’s how you see it...I see it as a blown opportunity! This was the night for Ray Ray and Claudius to win! Kentucky and Rome! The combination we never knew we needed!
Jones: It’s tough here...we say it over and over. Not to mention Sahara and BRIM are two of the very best.
Hood: That they are. Well, Claudius and Ray Ray move on to the MIX...Ray Ray with last year’s runner-up Brett Daniels and Claudius with Mark Storm!
Jones: Yep...meanwhile Sahara has her eyes set on teaming with CYPH3R before she faces him for the TransAtlantic Title. BRIM, on the other hand, is going to watch and wait to make his next move.
Hood: Yep.
Jones: Alright fans, we’re going to take a quick commercial break and when we return, it’s main event time!
in such a terrible place…
BEFORE WE BEGIN
LEMME TELL YOU HOW I WANT IT
AND EXACTLY WHAT I NEED
I'M ONLY HERE FOR ONE THING
SO COME ON AND TELL ME
CAN YOU FLY LIKE YOU'RE FREE?
Are you thinking about taking a LOA? Looking to retire sometime soon? Well, the management at OCW has just one thing to say to ya...
Outcast (20-3) vs. Bob Grenier (18-10)
~We cut to the ring. The back right corner has a massive bong attacked to the ring post. It stands high (get it, HIGH)...high enough for a wrestler to stand on the top buckle and take a massive hit. It’s lit, smoldering, filling the arena atmosphere with whatever quality product they packed in there. Belvedere has his nose plugged. This is a man who still believes in having the ability to pass a drug test even when they are no longer administered~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is now time for our main event of the evening! This match is an Ultimate Bong Match! The first wrestler to climb the top and take a hit off the bong that has been erected in the corner behind me will be the winner!
~HUGE POP~
Belvedere: Introducing first…
~WHERE THE HOOD AT by DMX hits and the fans give a strong ovation for OCW Strong, OCW Proud Bob Grenier. But instead of Bob Grenier we see GISM emerge from behind the curtain~
Jones: Huh?
Hood: It’s jizz!
Jones: GISM
Hood: Same thing.
Jones: What’s he doing out here?
~GISM takes off his mask to reveal...BOB GRENIER! The crowd pops for the reveal~
Jones: Bob Grenier is GISM!
Hood: Ah shit, should’ve figured. Another member of PTSD!
Jones: A HUGE member. Holy smokes!
~Grenier heads down the ring, laughing. He looks up at the giant bong and his eyes seem to say, “Oh yes, it will be mine.”~
Belvedere: From Timmins, Ontario, Canada...standing 6’2 and weighing in at 222lbs...he is a former OCW Champion and in the OCW Hall of Fame...he is Bob Grenier!!!
Jones: Bob Grenier competing in a match that he was, well, probably born and bred for.
Hood: Yea, this seems like some favoritism right here. But, then again, Outcast isn’t exactly a saint.
Jones: He doesn’t resemble any saint I’ve ever learned about.
Belvedere: And, his opponent…
~Backbreaker by: Fit For A King hits! The fans give another strong ovation for one of OCW’s greats as Outcast makes his way from behind the curtain and down the ramp, toward the ring. Grenier looks on from inside the ring, smiling, eager to lock horns with another member of the OCW Title club. Outcast reaches the ring and slides in under the bottom rope~
Belvedere: From Chicago, Illinois...standing 6’1 and weighing in at 228lbs...he is a former OCW Champion...he is...Outcast!!!
Jones: A match up featuring two former OCW Champions!
Hood: Yea, Bob’s in the Hall of Fame. Outcast is trying to get there.
Jones: A definite favorite whenever the next round of inductions take place.
Hood: I’d say so.
~The two OCW stars are standing, facing off. A giant bong emitting smoke in the corner like some kinda of tiny, glass chimney. The bell rings. Belvedere exits...and we’re underway! The fans go wild, on their feet! Outcast rotates his arms...Bob pops his neck...the vets are making sure they are limbered up and ready...and they lock up! Strong pop from the fans! The men are of equal size...so there’s no clear force taking control early...until Bob starts to back Outcast up toward the corner with the bong~
Jones: Bob seems to be drawing strength from the bong. It’s as if he’s drawn to it...a metal to a magnet!
Hood: Wouldn’t be surprised. Kinda like how sharks can sense blood in the water. Whenever you’ve got smoke in the air, Bob Grenier will soon follow.
~Backed into a corner and feeling Bob’s strength elevate in conjunction with the marijuana smoke like Popeye and spinach, Outcast lifts a knee into Grenier’s gut, stymying the legend. Bob staggers back, doubled over. Outcast emerges and slugs Bob across the face with a right hand. Bob stumbles away, to the side. Outcast stays after him, slamming a double axe handle into Bob’s back! Grenier stands upright, walking away from Outcast and into the nearest corner. His back is to Outcast...Outcast spins him around and smacks him across the face with a right hand, weakening Bob’s legs. He drills Bob in the gut with another knee, sending the Hall of Famer into a slouched position within the corner~
Jones: Outcast doing work early on. This is vintage Outcast.
Hood: Yea, two men in there who don’t get too excited over flips and suplexes and all that technical, fancy bullshit. They just like to fight.
Jones: Yep.
~Outcast grabs a handful of Bob’s greasy, thinning hair and proceeds to slam his fist into Bob’s head and scar tissue with quick, precise right hands. Grenier’s head is rattled back and forth with each blow until Outcast stops and takes a few steps back...he measures Bob up and rushes in with a boot to the face!!! Bob stumbles forward before falling to the mat, on his back. Outcast stands tall, placing his boot into Grenier’s throat to keep him down~
Jones: No pinfalls in this match, Hood. Only the bong.
Hood: The Ultimate Bong.
~Grenier shoves Outcast’s boot out of his throat and rolls onto all fours, coughing. Outcast does not give Bob any room for recovery, delivering a swift boot into Bob’s ribs, tossing him ont his back. Outcast dives in with both hands, wrapping them around Bob’s throat and choking the Hall of Famer. Scruff looks on...it’s all legal, baby. He stares up at that bong wondering, like so many others in attendance, how long it’ll stay lit. Think just keeps smoking away. Back on the mat, Bob’s being choked...his consciousness fading...so he spits into Outcast’s face, forcing a slight let up...he then lunges upward, off the mat with a headbutt into Outcast’s face! Smack! He catches him in the nose! Outcast leans back, reaching for his face as Bob is able to roll away, under the bottom rope and onto the apron~
Jones: Grenier scrambling in there. He’s a scrapper.
Hood: Scrappiest scrapper in OCW history.
Jones: Yea, I’d agree with that.
~Outcast gets to his feet, holding his nose, pissed off. Bob gets to one knee on the apron...Outcast heads that way and throws a kick between the top and middle ropes at Bob...but Bob grabs his foot and yanks down, bending his knee against the middle rope! Outcast stumbles back, holding his knee in pain...Bob pops to his feet he jumps up and springboards off the top rope with a flying clothesline, taking Outcast down! The fans pop~
Jones: A wily move by Bob followed up by a show of athleticism!
Hood: Dude’s still got it.
Jones: That he does.
~Bob lands near the corner holding the ULTIMATE BONG. He looks up and sees the smoke drifting into the rafters. He crawls for the buckles, pulling himself up. He gets to his feet and steps up onto the bottom buckle...but Outcast crawls from behind and rolls Bob up! Bob rolls through and gets to his feet...Outcast is on his knees...Bob runs forward and throws a knee! Outcast ducks! Bob uses his momentum from the miss to leap onto the middle buckle! He makes his climb for the bong!! Outcast rolls over, getting to his feet and rushing forward, locking his arms around Bob’s midsection! He pulls Bob off the middle buckle and throws him back for a Release German Suplex! Bob lands on his feet...Outcast turns around and Bob lays him out with a lariat!! Outcast hits the mat hard~
Jones: Tremendous counters and reversals ending up with Bob clotheslining Outcast to the mat!
Hood: Crazy we’re getting a match of this caliber on a Massacre the week after a massive Pay Per View.
Jones: This one has flown very under the radar.
~Grenier turns upward and sees the smoke drifting away, into the rafters where a family of owls probably live. Wait, no, this isn’t the OCW Arena. But, Bob is in a perpetual state of haze, so he might not realize he’s in New York City. He grows angry, how dare those nonexistent owls get all that smoke. He heads for the corner. Outcast rolls over and grabs at Bob’s leg, holding on. Bob looks over his shoulder at Outcast clinging to his foot...he throws a few back kicks, trying to nail Outcast in the face...but he never manages a flush impact~
Jones: Outcast hanging on for dear life.
Hood: Aka just another day in the life of the former champ.
Jones: Can’t really argue that.
~Bob keeps throwing kicks...they get sloppier due to his increasing frustration. Outcast finally grabs his other leg! He pulls back and starts to get to his feet with both of Bob’s legs in his grasp. Bob loses his balance and leans forward...he grabs onto the top ropes, face staring into the top buckle. Outcast stands and has both of Bob’s legs...he gets a good grip and he tosses Grenier over with a Wheel Barrow suplex!!! Bob lands hard! The back of his head and neck hitting the canvas with force! He holds the back of his head, rolling to his side~
Jones: The guile of Outcast is hard to contend with.
Hood: You mean like the Street Fighter?
Jones: No, Hood. I don’t.
Hood: Guile’s theme was wicked.
~Outcast sits up, staring at the bong attached to the ring post. He gets to his feet and heads for the corner. He steps up, onto the middle buckle...he steps up, onto the top buckle...he brings his second foot up...he gets to the top! Outcast steadies himself...he looks forward and sees the top of the bong. The fans pop, ready for him to take a hit and win the match...but the ropes shake!! Outcast trembles...he looks over his shoulder and sees Bob shaking the top rope!! Outcast loses his balance and he falls backwards, off the top rope landing on the mat hard!!! The fans cheer! Bob leans over the top rope, taking a moment to catch his breath~
Jones: Outcast nearly had it. So close to victory.
Hood: And a really good high.
Jones: In theory. No idea how potent that stuff is.
Hood: You think we’d pack a bong featured in the MAIN EVENT of Massacre with some shitty ass grass? Dude, this ain’t Outsiders.
~Outcast sits up, wincing. Bob, recovered, heads over, snaring Outcast by the hair and pulling him off the mat. He whips Outcast into the corner where the bong resides...Bob charges in with a huge splash...but Outcast moves! That’s okay, Bob lands on the middle buckle and reaches up, grabbing the bong with his hands, trying to get to the top. But Outcast sneaks up underneath Bob and gets him on his shoulders. He backs up, looking for an Electric Chair...but Bob spins around, bends back and tosses Outcast forward with a Hurricanrana!!! Outcast rushes forward, slamming head first into the top buckle~
Jones: Wow! Bob is looking super spry tonight!
Hood: Weed is in the air, Jones.
Jones: That must be it.
~Outcast’s body is CRUSHED in the corner via a big splash from Bob. Grenier spins Outcast around and slams his fist into the former OCW Champion’s head. One, two, three, four right hands, leaving Outcast reeling...hunched over, ready to collapse. Bob slings a right hand across Outcast’s jaw sending spit and probably some blood out into the crowd. He drags Outcast out of the corner and hooks his head under his arm. The fans rise...Hollinger Park Hangman! Bob hoists Outcast up...but Outcast kicks his legs, swinging the momentum back to the mat. Bob punches Outcast in the ribs, trying to weaken him. He tries to lift Outcast again...he gets him up and over...but Outcast goes all the way over and lands on his feet behind Bob. Bob spins around, Outcast boots him in the gut, grabs him by the head and drops him with a Swinging Neck Breaker! Both men are down~
Jones: And both men are down!
Hood: Thank you, captain obvious.
Jones: Smoke continues to fill the rafters. Who will reach the bong and take a hit and win this match?
Hood: What if a fan ran in there and took a hit, would they be the winner?
Jones: I don’t think so, Hood.
~Outcast is up first, seated. He’s staring straight for the pivotal corner. Bob rolls over, grabbing at him...Outcast leans in and bites Bob on the head! Grenier yells, “FUCK!” and rolls away. Outcast gets to his feet, staggering for the corner. He reaches for the top buckle...Bob comes flying in with a forearm, smashing Outcast in the side of the head...Outcast leans into the ropes, Bob whips him off...Outcast sprints across the ring, hitting the ropes...Grenier waits...he picks Outcast up for a spinebuster...Outcast wiggles his legs, gripping Grenier’s head for a DDT! Bob shoves him off! Outcast lands on his feet, staring at Bob, Bob staring back. Bob rushes at Outcast, Outcast does the same and the two men brawl~
Jones: And these two former OCW Champions have resorted to brawling.
Hood: Hell yea. The way MEN fight!
Jones: Some men, sure.
~Bob’s fists weigh heavier than Outcast’s! He’s got the former champion reeling!! Outcast stumbles into the ropes. Bob rears back with a big punch...but Outcast kicks him in the knee! Bob stumbles back. Outcast takes control, punching Bob in the head, sending him reeling across the ring into the opposite set of ropes. Bob’s about to fall through them...Outcast rears back with a big right hand of his own but Bob kicks him in the gut!! Outcast doubles over. Bob hooks him~
Jones: Hollinger Park Hangman!
Hood: If he hits this, it’s over!
Jones: A rather large inhalation of narcotics is on the preciipice of being Bob’s!
~Bob lifts Outcast up, but Outcast gets his hand free and he gouges Bob in the eye!! Bob stumbles, dropping Outcast...Outcast boots Bob in the gut and brings him in...he lifts Bob up and drops him with BURNOUT!!! Bob is laid out! The crowd pops! Outcast sits up and looks at the desired corner...he crawls that way. He pulls himself up and scales the buckles~
Jones: Bob is out! Outcast is going to win.
Hood: What a rip! This match was made for Bob! He’s getting screwed!
~Outcast reaches the top buckle. He takes a breath before turning to face the bong. He’s about to take a hit when the fans scream out! Outcast looks down and TLS hits the ring!!! TLS rips Outcast off the top buckle!! Outcast throws punches at TLS, knocking him back! SHE-LS hits the ring next and kicks Outcast in the crotch from behind! Outcast doubles over and TLS punches him in the face. AMP is in the ring next...she runs forward, grabs Outcast by the head and drops him with a neckbreaker! AMP is back on her feet...she stomps on Outcast along with SHE-LS and TLS! Bob is slow to his feet. Scruff turns and calls for the bell. The fans boo~
Belvedere: Here is your winner via disqualification...OUTCAST!!!!!
Jones: This is a joke! PTSD is out here ruining what was a pretty solid match, even if the stip was a little goofy.
Hood: Just protecting their investment. Bob needs to get high, Jones.
~One his feet, Bob sees the three PTSD members stomping Outcast. He nods, approving...he then heads for the corner. He climbs, reaches the top and leans in taking a huge hit! Bob leans back, right hand gripping the bong like it’s a giant, glass dick...he throws his head back and exhales, shooting a bunch of smoke into the air. “NOT BAD” he yells. The fans continue to boo~
Jones: Get them outta there!
Hood: Hey, Bob approves. Whoever picked the product for tonight’s match knows his shit.
~PTSD continues to stomp on Outcast with Bob on the top rope enjoying another hit when PARAMOUNT hits the ring! It’s CJ, Ally, and Crash!! They slide in! TLS, SHE-LS, and AMP all dive out of the ring. Bob turns around, blowing smoke in CJ’s face, as he heads for him. It sends CJ back...Bob then hops onto the apron and out of the ring, joining his PTSD stablemates. They back off, up the ramp. CJ, Ally, and Crash dare them to get back in the ring, but PTSD is like, “Nah, we’re good.”~
Jones: Paramount coming out here to flex their muscles!
Hood: Or save Outcast?
Jones: Nah, I think they want to continue to challenge PTSD. If you remember, Paramount was the first big stable in OCW. PTSD is threatening their superiority.
Hood: Yea? Well Paramount had better step up their game cause PTSD is running away with this shit.
~PTSD turns and exits through the curtain with Paramount still in the ring. Outcast is on the mat, slowly recovering from the beatdown~
Jones: Outcast is a winner, even if he doesn’t look like it. Paramount came to his rescue, which could, maybe help an alliance form, right?
Hood: I doubt it. Outcast isn’t much for stables. He’s sort of a loan wolf...unless he’s getting his dick sucked.
Jones: Thanks. Well, the stable wars continue to rage.
~Hand in hand, Majority Owner Thaddeus Duke and the new number 1 contender to the TransAtlantic Championship Sahara make their way down the hallway. Thad has a mat burn on his forehead from the Dragon Driver he ate earlier from Easton Alexander. Even still, both are smiling, laughing, happy. Entering Thad’s office, young Frankie sits behind the boss’s desk spinning the chair back and forth while playing a game.
THAD: What are you up to kiddo?
FRANKIE: Kicking Cypher’s ass in this game.
SAHARA: How ‘bout you get lost for a while?
FRANKIE: Why? I’m fine right here.
SAHARA: Because I’m about to fuck your dad.
~Frankie jumps out of the chair quickly.
FRANKIE: I’m gone.
~The young man stops in the doorway next to his dad and looks up.
FRANKIE: Like rabbits, you two.
~Thad laughs as Frankie makes his exit. Sahara jumps into Thad’s arms, wrapping her legs around him. Before they can even begin having their fun, Marcus Welsh knocks on the opened door jam.
WELSH: Should… should I come back?
SAHARA: UGGGHHH God dammit!
THAD: No, come in.
~Sahara jumps off of Thad and takes a seat in the big chair. Welsh steps inside the office. Thad closes the door and immediately palms Marcus’s face with his hand thrusts him backward into the wall. Welsh’s head puts a hole in the wall as the suddenly angry Thaddeus brings his own face within a few inches of Welsh’s.
THAD: You’re conspiring against me.
WELSH: I-I… that’s just not true!
THAD: I told you months ago that I’d let you stay on if you towed the line. I told you to bring the roster in line and you didn’t do that either so Marcus, tell me what it is you actually do.
WELSH: …
THAD: I’ve been kind to you Marcus. We don’t see eye to eye on a lot of things but we don’t have to. I’m the boss… and you’re not.
WELSH: It-It-Its just the resistance from some of the…
THAD: Shut up Marcus, I really don’t wanna hear it. See, they all thought I was toxic and that’s because you allowed them to believe I was purged last year. They thought I was a cancer and that’s because you refused to tell them the fucking truth.
WELSH: It’s not like that Thad, I promise!
THAD: I don’t see a title match on this card like I instructed you to book. I see HOW still finding ways to infiltrate my shows.
WELSH: It’s the…
THAD: They all thought a tyrant bought their company and now Marcus… now I’m becoming the tyrant you and Strader and whomever else convinced them that I was… and it’s all your fault.
Next week I’m gonna make you do something you don’t want to do and you’ll do it, just to prove to me that you can play ball and do what you’re told to do.
WELSH: Like what?
THAD: I don’t know yet. Maybe I’ll make you fire a fucking Strader, how’s that sound?
WELSH: I can’t fire a Strader! They’re…
THAD: A waste of my valuable air time. Kinda like you. So, if I tell you to fire a Strader that’s exactly what you’re fuckin doing, have I made myself clear?
~Welsh nods.
THAD: Good. Get the fuck out of my office.
~Thad finally unhands Welsh. Marcus clutches the back of his head as he exits. Thad slams the door and turns to his wife.
SAHARA: Mmmm I want you so much more right now.
~Thad smirks at Lauren and pulls out his phone. On his screen, the number is hidden and the name is only ‘XXXXXXXX’. Thad types a sentence and sends: “Green Light on Welsh next week.”
THAD: Now where were we?
~Our view cuts away before things get real. Jones and Hood are left to pick up the pieces of what's just aired~
Jones: Hood! It sounds like Thad is going to make Welsh fire a Strader next week!
Hood: Well, he's got plenty to pick from.
Jones: This is serious! The Straders SAVED OCW. Welsh firing them would be akin to the Patriots cutting Tom Brady!
Hood: And that's exactly what they fuckin did.
Jones: True. Bad example.
Hood: Look...the Strader's helped keep us alive, no doubt. But times are changing. Thad's in charge. OCW is moving onto bigger and better things and anybody who wants to get in the way of progress is going to get run over...whether it be the Straders or Welsh himself. This place is too great to exist under limitations.
Jones: Thad's made one thing very clear this evening. He's done being the nice guy. The roster and staff have been put on notice. The next few weeks should be very, very tense.
Hood: People just gotta learn their place, man. That's all. And a good starting point is to understand that they all exist under the rule of Thaddeus Duke.
Jones: Well fans, we've turned the page to a new chapter tonight and it's a scary one, if you ask me. What's next in store for OCW? We'll have to wait for next week to find out! We'll see you all next Monday for Massacre! Have a great week, everyone!
~We fade out~