LIVE! September 12th 2022
FROM Scotiabank Saddledome
IN Calgary, Alberta, Canada
~We cut from the opening video and pyro to Jones and Hood sitting at the announce table. Both have somber looks on their faces as they stare into the camera.
Jones: Ladies and gentlemen, many of you have been reaching out to OCW headquarters after the devastating news from the past week involving Sarah Abrams, the daughter of Steve Wilson, who wrestles here as PIC.
Hood: Sarah was involved in a hit and run incident early Thursday morning near her apartment in New York City. Detectives are still trying to piece it all together but it does appear to have been a deliberate attack on her.
Jones: We can report that Sarah has been upgraded to stable condition, but beyond that we do not have updates to provide at this time. PIC will be in action later this evening to defend the Savage Championship as scheduled–
~Meanwhile, the camera cuts to the newly crowned Trans-Atlantic champion unexpectedly approaching gorilla, followed by her entourage. Sahara pauses a moment as she looks at one of the many monitors showing Jones and Hood discussing Sarah Abrams.
Sahara: Hit my music and cut that shit off… nobody cares about Sarah Abrams…
NOW, you idiots! This is my moment.
~An eerie voice suddenly pipes through the arena PA, drowning out the conversation between Jones and Hood–
it seems strange that my life should end
Jones: Apparently, Sahara does not care about Sarah… not that I’m surprised.
~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 its 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 with the Trans-Atlantic Title held loosely by her side; the bottom strap dragging against the ground. She’s dressed exquisitely, clad in black and white attire from designers that are better than your designers.
COME A LITTLE BIT CLOSER
~As she moves toward the center of the stage and slowly raises the title out toward the crowd, her indy-group of Reservoir Dawgz – in all colors, shapes, and sizes – follow behind, flanking out around her. They’re easily distinguishable by the custom colored suits they wear; Brown, White, Blue, Orange, Yellow, and last but not least, Pink. But Pink – her favorite colored Dawg – is the obvious standout of the crew. He carries more than just his adonis-like body beneath that beautiful pink suit jacket… okay, no he doesn’t, that’s the only reason he stands out.
Jones: As I understand it, fans, this “security detail” is a bunch of independent wrestlers Sahara hired to protect her!
Hood: That’s simply how generous she is, Jonsey! She took these six poor bastards struggling to make it and gave them a job in OCW!
Jones: You mean six poor bastards she’s gonna use as cannon fodder?
Hood: Whatever.
~Slowly lowering her Trans-Atlantic title back to her side, she begins making her way toward the ring, flanked by her Reservoir Dawgz. Approaching the ringside area, Sahara steps one of her thousand-dollar Louis Vuitton black and silver ankle boots onto the stairs and grabs the ringpost, pulling herself up onto the ring apron before stepping through the ropes. Her Dawgz take their rightful places surrounding the ring, looking out toward the fans just in case any ne'er do wells try to sneak attack the newly crowned Trans-Atlantic champion.
Hood: That title looks so right on her…
Jones: On her? She’s not even wearing it, she’s dragging it around like a kid dragging around a stuffed animal.
~Sahara motions for a mic before stepping dead center of the ring where she looks up and waits. Moments later, the entire arena fades into darkness except a lone spotlight shining directly down on her, causing her platinum hair and angelic features to almost glow.
~Once again, she slowly raises the Trans-Atlantic title above her head to a smattering of cheers that quickly get drowned out by boos.
Jones: This is… something.
Hood: Shut the fuck up and don’t ruin coronation day! This is a defining moment in the annals of OCW history unfolding before our eyes, Jones. I’m talkin’ Elsa becoming queen levels of history being made… so show some respect for the golden empress of OCW!
Jones: I thought she was the White Widow?
Hood: She’s a lot of things, including amazing. God, I wish she’d spit in my mouth–
Jones: What?
Hood: What? I didn’t say anything…
~Lowering the TA Title, she slings it over her shoulder and slowly lifts the mic to her ruby lips.
Sahara: What you see in this ring right now, is the greatest TA Champ– no, no… no! Scratch that. What you see standing in this ring right now is the greatest OCW Champion the world will ever see. My quest to the top of the OCW mountain started with legends like PIC–
~The boos rain down from the capacity crowd.
Jones: PIC? She’s never faced PIC in singles competition!
Hood: Shhhh!
Sahara: The many flavors of Strader… especially that one that cares.
Jones: What?! Never happened!
Sahara: Zabaya… or whatever his name is.
Jones: Nope. And it’s Zybala.
Sahara: Crash…
Jones: Didn’t happen!
Sahara: CJ…
Jones: *Let’s out an audible sigh*
Sahara: Even that good for nothin’ so called “bad-ass”, Killa Kali… more like Killa Boring…
~Sahara lets out a laugh.
Hood: Oh, I remember that one! That was an amazing match! Easily 6 or 7 Stars!
Jones: *Another audible sigh* That match never even took place! And she’s lucky her husband’s the boss and nobody’s coming out here to shut her up right now!
Sahara: And last but not least, that chump-ass wannabe, hoodie wearin’, pug lookin’ shitstain they called Cypher… pardon my language–
~The crowd actually cheers at the sound of his name, causing Sahara to clench her jaw momentarily in anger–
Sahara: Yeah, go ahead and cheer for the loser, ya losers. Look at me now, Cypher. Right where I belong, standing where you once stood. You laid a finger on my kid, so I deleted your sorry ass from whatever Matrix dream world you were livin’ in. Bottom line? You name ‘em, I’ve beaten’ ‘em right here in this ring… just as I’ll continue to do, and this title…
~Taking the Trans-Atlantic title off her shoulder, she shoves it out toward the hard cam with authority–
Sahara: This TA Title… cuz it ain’t called the Trans-Atlantic title anymore… is my body, and my blood… and these colorful men you see surrounding this ring right now – my Reservoir Dawgz – will defend it and me with their very lives… weeks ago, I put y'all on notice… so lemme ask, are ya noticin’ me now?
~She taps the mic against the faceplate of the TA title for emphasis.
Sahara: All eyes… on me!
Made it, ma! Top of the woooorrrrrld!
~Bringing the TA title closer to her face, Sahara runs her tongue across the faceplate while keeping her eyes on the hardcam.
Hood: Lucky title…
Jones: You’re as sick as she is.
Sahara: Love it or hate it, I’m the champion you’ve always needed, and if ya haven’t heard, the queen is dead… so long live the new queen.
~Sahara smirks.
Jones: Too soon.
Sahara: Welcome… to my coronation day!
~Sahara leans back and spreads her arms wide, bathing herself in the glow from the bright lights above. The TA Title dangles from one hand and pyro fires high above the ring, showering bright white sparks in every direction. When the pyro finally stops, thousands upon thousands of leaflets begin falling from the rafters of the Saddledome, as fans jump up trying to catch them as they fall.
Jones: What the hell is this now? Lemme see one of those–
Hood: It’s a keepsake, Jones! Courtesy of the White Widow, this is amazing! And it’s autographed!
Jones: Autographed?! Let’s see this. It’s a–it’s a xeroxed copy with her name scribbled on it that reads, ‘I attended Sahara’s coronation day ceremony! From the greatest OCW champion of all time… Sahara Duke’, and the signature is barely even legible!
Hood: You try autographing 20 thousand of these and keep it legible! I’m taking at least 20 of these suckers–
in such a terrible place…
BEFORE WE BEGIN
LEMME TELL YOU HOW I WANT IT
AND EXACTLY WHAT I NEED
On location!
That’s right, this was pre-recorded and totally not one of those set-up for later on in the night things. No, one hundred percent remote. You can tell from the little logo in the corner that says “From Santa Carla, CA.” Which is totally just not a made up place from the 1987 movie ‘Lost Boys’.
Standing by is one half of the Influence, Claudia Frost.
FROST: As much as it pains me to say this, you will not be seeing the Influence tonight in Calgary. Alberta. Canada. That sounds familiar maybe? Anyway, we aren’t there tonight. And honestly after the attack the Dravers pulled out on us, we might not be back next week either.
She begins to tear up a little bit, obviously fake but she’s trying to go for it anyway.
FROST: In fact… I don’t even know where Delia is right now. Ever since that chairshot she’s been missing! I hung up all the usual missing posters, I contacted the local police and I even got her face put on a milk carton. Did you know they still did that? Me neither! If you happen to see her please contact the number appearing on your screen below.
Right on command a 1-800 number appears at the bottom of the screen. Claudia points downwards towards it.
FROST: And when you call that number, don’t forget to order a Nicolas Cage pillow while you’re on the line. With one single wipe of your hand it goes from this sparkly blue to seeing the face of award winning Nicolas Cage. Get yours today for just thirteen dollars, plus shipping and handling.
And don’t forget to tell Delia to call me.
This time Claudia begins to sob as she starts crying and that is when Christopher J. Wrigley hands her tissues and effectively shoves her out of frame. Claudia gets one more squeeze in on her Nick Cage pillow before she falls out of the shot.
WRIGLEY: Dravers Brothers, Dravers Twins, Dravers whatever you call yourselves. You attacked my clients without proper provocation and with malice. I don’t even want to show you the piles of paperwork that I have ready to go to sue both your asses! But I’m not going to do it, not because I don’t think the two of you have enough money to buy me a new pair of shoes. But, because Claudia begged Legal Daddy Wrigley not to.
And I listened.
I don’t know why I did, but I listened. Perhaps it’s because I have a soft spot for my legally adopted girls or perhaps it is because I would rather see what happens to the two of you once we find Delia. My girls are going to seek revenge, and this is my warning to the two of you.
Wrigley pulls the camera in real close, but before he talks he shoves those glasses back up onto the bridge of his nose.
WRIGLEY: They’re twisted. Like seriously sick and twisted. The two of them together can come up with crazier shit than that Jigsaw dude could ever dream about. Good luck when they’re back at full strength, and if you wake up bound and gagged in a dirty basement… you’ll know what names to scream out for mercy to.
With that, the shot fades.
Calypso (0-0) vs. Steve Black (0-0) vs. Hurrican Venganza (0-2)
~Hurrican Venganza is in the ring~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is a triple threat match scheduled for one fall! Currently in the ring...Hurrican Venganza!
~A hush comes over the arena as the first notes of "Hip to Be Square" by Huey Lewis and The News begins blasting throughout the arena. The fans stand to their feet and begin to boo loudly as "Throw Back" Steve Black walks out onto the stage, waving and giving thumbs up to the fans in every direction. His manager, Lonnie Smith, follows him but keeps his distance. Steve is all smiles as he walks down the entrance ramp toward the ring. He sees a fan giving him the middle finger and responds by putting his index finger up and shouting, "I'm #1!!". Both Steve and Lonnie walk up the ring steps and enter through the middle rope. They do the Top Gun windmill high five before Lonnie rolls out of the ring and Steve flexes to the dismay of the crowd, though he cluelessly thinks they're in full support of him~
Belvedere: From Lakeland, Florida...standing 6’4 and weighing in at 255lbs… “Throwback” Steve Black!!!
~Glass breaks and the Top Gun Anthem begins to play throughout the arena. Different spotlights scattered across the rafters twirl around the crowd then all meet at the stage where Calypso stomps out from the back. He throws his arms up and continues his march to the ring, throwing out a random high-five or two. When he reaches the ring he crawls under the bottom rope and goes to each corner and addresses the crowd from each middle turnbuckle~
Belvedere: And, their opponent...from Hollywood, California...standing 6’4 and weighing in at 200lbs...Calypso!!!
~ As Belvidere exits the ring the bell sounds, and Steve Black begins beating his chest and screaming. Calypso and Hurrican look at each other befuddled by Black's actios, and Calypso just shrugs his shoulders.
Black yells at both Calypso and Hurrican to "bring it on", and Calypso steps forward, as he does Hurrican shoves him from behind right into the waiting arms of Black. Black catches Calypso and lifts him for a body slam, but Calypso slides behind Black. Calypso shoves Black toward Hurrican, but Black puts the brakes on before impact. Black smiles at Hurrican, pats her on the head and say "let the big boys play".
Black turns around right into Capoeora kick (which is dance fighting). Black staggers back into a roundhouse kick to the back of the head from Hurrican. Black is spun around by the kick but still up. Hurrican nails a superkick to Black, sending Black stumbling back into a roll up from Calypso. ~
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Kickout.
Jones: Steve Black told Calypso and Hurrican Venganza to bring it on, and they certainly brought it.
Hood: Steve Black is trill finding out that OCW is where the big boys play
Jones: I think that is a trademark violation.
~ Black rolls to his feet and charges at Calypso with a clothesline, but Calypso does an evasive roll. Black keeps moving forward and nails Hurrican with the clothesline knocking her out of the ring. Black turns back to Calypso and raises his hand for a test of strength. Calypso looks at the hand and shakes his head "no". Black laughs and begins bocking at Calypso and strutting around the ring flapping his arms up and down calling Calypso a chicken. ~
Hood: HA! Calypso is a chicken.
Jones: I think Calypso is just smart enough to not try and match power with Steve Black.
~Calypso sticks his hand out and says '"fine". Black smiles and locks his hand into Calypso's, but Calypso instantly waves his arm, carrying the momentum across his body and into Black's arms with the reverse arm wave. Black seems off balance and Calypso continues to pop and lock, waving Black's arm up and then popping it down quickly, almost pulling Black's shoulder out of socket.
Black powers his arm free from Calypso's and goes for a knife edge chop, but again Calypso does and evasive roll under the chop and comes back up to his feet and runs forward hitting a baseball slide to Hurrican on the outside as she is getting up. Calypso stands up on the apron, but as he does Black hits a running forearm to Calypso knocking him off the apron and flying into the security railing. Black begins beating his chest and playing to the crowd, but to his surprise is met with boos. ~
Hood: I can't believe these people are booing Throwback Steve Black, are the Canadians jealous that Black is more polite than them?
Jones: I think it's because he's more corner than a Gallagher stand-up routine.
~ Black begins hopping up and down as if he is going for a big dive. Black charges across the ring, bouncing off the far ropes for momentum, but when he gets to the ropes to dive he stops and steps between the ropes to the apron and hops down to the ground. The crowd begins booing like crazy and Black looks at them in confusion. This distraction allows Hurrican to hop onto the ring apron. She then hops to the middle rope and lands a high Asai moonsault onto Black dropping him.
Hurrican grabs Calypso and rolls him back into the ring. Hurrican hops to the apron and waits for Calypso to get to his feet, and as he does she springboards to the top rope and flies off with a cross body block. Calypso performs another evasive roll and Hurrican lands on her face. Calypso finishes his roll hitting the ropes and coming back with a Evasie Rolling Thunder. ~
Jones: Calypso is so evasive.
Hood: Calypso says, "Can't touch this".
~ Calypso is up to his feet and the crowd begins cheering him. Black hears the cheers on the outside and is fueled by them, thinking the cheers are for him. Calypso begins the Moonwalk Elbow, hitting the ropes and then moonwalking, but Black slides in behind Calypso, and Calypso moonwalks right into a sleeper hold.
Calypso starts waving his arms around and pulling at Black's arms, but Calypso begins to fade. Fluff grabs Calypso's arm, lifts it up, and releases it. As Calypso's arm falls Fluff signals 1. Fluff repeats this and Calypso's arm falls for a second time. Fluff picks Calypso's arm up for a third time and as he releases the arm Hurrican comes off the top rope with a Missile Dropkick to Black that breaks the hold and sends Black tumbling to the outside. ~
Jones: Hurrican Venganza just made a critical save.
Hood: I was so excited to see someone fall to the sleeper, I don’t know if that has ever happened in OCW before.
~ Hurrican looks back at Calypso who is trying to get to his feet Hurrican waits for Calypso to push himself up to his knees, then she charges at him and hits a running blockbuster. Hurrican spins to her feet and points to the top rope and heads right to it. Hurrican quickly climbs to the top and comes off with Over The Rainbow (630 Splsh).
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Black reaches under the bottom rope, grabs Hurrican by the ankle, and easily yanks her under the bottom rope and lets her land on her face on theGilbert's?
Jones: Steve Black just yanks Hurrican out of the ring like she weighed nothing.
Hood: She's ninety pounds, that is practically nothing.
~ Black hops onto the apron and head right up the turnbuckles to the top rope. Black dives off with a knee drop, but Calypso rolls out of the way and Black lands hard on his knee. Black rolls around on the mat holding his knee and Calypso is up to his feet. Calypso wastes no time grabbing Black's legs and placing him in the figure four. ~
Jones: The crowd is going crazy for Calypso and the figure four right now.
Hood: Are you sure they aren't cheering for Steve Black.
Jones: I'm positive.
~ Black tries to turn the hold over, put Calypso arches his back, blocking the counter and adding extra pressure. Black pulls at his own hair trying to avoid tapping. Calypso pulls hard and the crowd begins to cheer louder. Black's hands are in the air, presumably to tap when Hurrican comes flying off the top rope with a diving leg drop onto Calypao.
Hurrican is to her feet quickly as Black rolls to the corner holding his knee. Calypso staggers to his feet and Hurrican begins Recido (kick combos finished with a hurriconrana). As Hurrican leaps into position for the hurriconrana Black shoulder blocks Calypso knocking him out of the way and Hurrican falls flat on her butt. Black hits the ropes and comes back driving a knee into the back of Hurrican and then grabs her in a modified chin lock. ~
Hood: What a submission battle.
Jones: Yeah, nothing more deadly than a chin-lock.
Hood: I bet it would be tough to get Jay Leno in a chin-lock.
Jones: That joke hasn't been relevant for fifteen years.
~Black pulls back harder on Hurrican's chin, and shoves his knee harder into her back. Calypso runs from the side, steps on Black's knee, and delivers a step up Enziguri to Black. Black rolls to the corner holding his head as Calypso comes to his feet and looks down to see Hurrican laid out. Calypso smiles and then delivers the Moonwalk Elbow (Calypso will take a bounce off the ropes Ric Flair style then moonwalk across the ring landing an elbow to a standing opponent or drop one on a downed one. Calypso's equivalent to the People's Elbow) right onto Hurrican.
The crowd comes alive with cheers for Calypso and the Moonwalk Elbow. Calypso gets up with a spin-a-roonie and sees Black pulling himself up in the corner. Calypso charges into the corner and nails Black with a scorpion splash. Calypso grabs Black and goes to whip him across the ring, but Black reverses sending Calypso across the ring and into the corner. Black backs into the corner, beats his chest, lets out a yell, and then charges across the ring for a scorpion splash of his own.
Calypso moves out of the way and Black flies into the turnbuckles. Black staggers around out of the corner and right into a boot from Calypso. Calypso quickly hooks Black for the Calypsonator (Stunner), but Black shoves Calypso forward and off his head. Calypso stumbles forward into a Hurricanrana into a pin from Hurrican.
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Black charges in with a drop kick to the face of Hurrican that breaks the pin up. ~
Jones: OH SO CLOSE!!!
Hood: What would have expected so much action in a match involving these three contestants?
Jones: Not me.
~Black is the first to his feet, but Calypso isn't too far behind. Calypso staggers up and Black is there to scoop Calypso up onto his shoulders for a standing fireman's carry. Black walks around with Calypso on his shoulders showing off his strength, but this allows Hurrican to get to her feet. Black spins around right into a superkick from Hurrican that sends Black stumbling backwards into the ropes.
As Black hits the ropes Calypso falls off his shoulders to the apron and then Calypso falls off the apron to the ground. Black staggers forward holding his jaw as Hurrican bounces off the ropes and comes back for a flying crossbody. Black uses his size and strength advantage and catches Hurrican. Black uses his strength to deliver Nostalgia (holds opponent like a fallaway slam, but hoists them into the air and spins out into a cutter). Black rolls Hurrican over and makes the pin. ~
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Belvedere: HERE IS YOUR WINNER… "THROW BACK" STEVE BLACK!!!
Jones: Big win for Steve Black! I think a lot of people had Calypso pegged as the favorite in this one.
Hood: Maybe. Only thing I know for certain is that Venganza was getting pinned.
Jones: Pinned. Pegged. So much going on tonight!
Hood: And we’re just getting started!
~Cuts to the backstage area where AKB is standing with a microphone with a cigarette dangling out of his mouth. Next to him is the current made over, Diana Watts. She stands there in her ring gear as AKB checks her over and talks into the camera.~
AKB: Well guys and gals, I am backstage with Diana Watts... who has changed a lot since we last saw her. So, Diana... last week on OCW Massacre we saw you defeated by Claudius Augustus. Why all this sudden change after your first defeat?
~Diana strokes her hands through her new blonde hair before speaking.~
Diana Watts: This change of mine is for the better, AKB. I doubted Claudius Augustus last week on Massacre. Underestimated him. That was my mistake. This was while I was having faith in Jamie Blankenship's foolish mission. And Claudius, rightfully so, took me down last week and beat me in the ring 1. 2. 3.
~Diana holds up three fingers into the camera. She looks at them herself and then looks back at AKB.~
Diana Watts: But this defeat was not in vain. Because I saw the light. I felt the touch of a true prophet from the heavens.
AKB: And this prophet would be... Claudius?
Diana Watts: Yes, AKB. Claudius Augustus. He is someone we need to admire. Look up to. Appreciated and followed for what he is seeking for. He is searching for incredible things. Things many of us cannot even comprehend. I am not even 100% certain what it is. But I know with his guidance, if we just listen and follow him... inner peace in all of us will be rewarded. I believe... no... I know this to be true, AKB...
~AKB looks past Diana's shoulders and points.~
AKB: Well Diana... your holiness is walking down the hall as we speak...
~Diana turns to see Claudius Augustus and Pig approaching the two. Diana quickly fixes her hair and outfit. Getting closer, she falls to one knee bowing to him.~
Diana Watts: Claudius... Mr. Augustus... um, your highness? Um... why do we have the pleasure of your emergence at the moment? If it is concerning the things I said before our match last week... please... accept this apology from someone underneath you like me should do. I am so, so, so sorry for denying you and I was wrong to not have the faith ... and if there is anything I can do to prove my worthiness to you and... Um... and...
~Claudius stares down at her, a smirk on his face. He looks to Pig, then AKB and then lets out a little chuckle.~
Claudius: You can start by staying right where you are. Don't move until I have finished speaking.
~The emperor is clearly eating up this attention, loving every second of it. He steps even closer to Diana, almost directly over her now. He looks down on the back of her head as she slumps a little lower, almost cowering now, in awe of the man she so clearly admires. AKB struggles to keep the microphone in front of the two in this awkward position, but somehow makes it work.~
Claudius: Diana, I am glad to see you have been awakened. I have people from all over the world come to me begging to join the New Holy Roman Empire. Sadly, it is not enough to simply want to join. You must prove your worth. I saw your fighting skills firsthand, and while I bested you, you did put up a valiant effort. You have a match right now; it is time for you to show me once again what you have inside. Let your heart pour out in that ring, Diana, and you may just be the newest initiate into the greatest movement the world has ever seen.
Diana Watts: I... I will try my best. I will not let you down.
Claudius: Trying is not enough. Simply trying leaves the door to losing wide open. You must believe in Jupiter with all your might, our mighty God who leads us to glorious victory. I am his avatar in this world, the one chosen to do his bidding. And I will be watching your match tonight. As a matter of fact, Diana, I am going to be ringside to take it all in.
~Diana begins to shake and tremble, her nerves getting the best of her. His magnificence is even greater than she could have imagined, and the thought of letting him down was almost too much to handle. Her arms buckled a bit more as she dropped even lower to the ground.~
Claudius: Rise, Diana. Flush the fear from your system. You have taken the first step on the path, now it is time to take another. Rise, Diana, let the glory of Jupiter's grace flow through you. Feel the power coursing through your veins. Use it. It is a gift from the heavens, and if you learn to control it, your enemies will fall at your feet. Rise, Diana, the time for battle is at hand. RISE, DIANA!
~Diana feels something she has never felt before. The shaking and weakness leave her, replaced by a power unlike anything imaginable. She stands to her feet, staring into the eyes of the emperor, their faces close. Claudius leans in and whispers something in her ear, not even Pig standing next to him can hear what is said. Diana nods her head as she walks away towards the entrance, preparing for her match. Claudius turns to Pig and starts talking, scheming up a plan as usual. AKB turns back towards the camera.~
AKB: Well, there you go, folks. Looks like Claudius will be headed to the ring to watch the match between Diana and Mike Mason. I'm not sure what I just witnessed, but this match should be something interesting...
~The camera fades to black as Claudius continues to speak with Pig, pointing in Dianas direction, clearly talking about their possible ally.~
Mike Mason (3-4) vs. Diana Watts (1-1)
~ "Power" by Kanye West begins to play over the PA and the crowd instantly begins to boo. As the words "I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man" play, a spot light shines on the entrance way revealing the Marvelous One. His back is to the crowd, and his arms are spread out wide revealing the rhinestones words "Simply Marvelous" on the back of the robe.~
Belvedere: Introducing first...
~ The Marvelous One spins around with a huge and cocky smile on his face. The light bounces off of his sequined and rhinestone white ring rob, with purple and blue designs on it. The darkness is replaced with a soft purple glow, but the spotlight stays on The Mecca of Manhood.~
Belvedere: Weighing in at two hundred and sixty five pounds...
~ The Marvelous One struts to the ring, walking slowly, taking his time and allowing everyone to view him. He climbs the ring stairs and instructs the referee to hold the ropes open for him. ~
Belvedere: He is NOT a two-pump chump and can make any woman Audibly Ovulate...
~Juff holds the ropes open and the Marvelous One steps through and wins around in a 360 to the middle of the ring. He unties his robe, and removes it slowly, handing it to Juff. ~
Belvedere: Hailing from Miami, Florida... MARVELOUS MIKE MASON!
~ The Marvelous One hits a front double bicep in the center of the spotlight as the music fades out.~
Jones: New referee Juff looks ready for his Massacre debut!
Hood: Why do we have a new referee?
Jones: Something about continuity.
Hood: Kayfabe?
Jones: kayfabe.
Belvedere: And his opponent...
~ Carl Orff - O Fortuna ~ Carmina Burana hits in the arena.~
Belvedere: weighing in at one hundred and fifteen pounds...
~ Green strobe lights give the arena a mild headache as Diana Watts walks out from the curtain.~
Belvedere: Hailing from Cleveland, Ohio... DIANA WATTS!!!!!!
~ She slowly walks down to the ring avoiding fan reactions. She slides into the ring and stretches her arms and rubs her knuckles together ready for the match to begin. ~
~ DING DING DING~
~ Watts backed up a few steps, lowering her center of gravity as she shot her arms up, looking like she wanted to go for the standard collar-elbow tie-up, but Mike wasn’t going to have any of this as he promptly snapped his arm up and flicked his hand across Diana’s cheek with a slap full of disrespect. The Emperor’s Recruit blinked as she took another step back, dropping one arm as the other withdrew, rubbing a hand across her cheek. Mason stood there with his hands on his hips, his cocky grin still on his face, even as Diana started to slowly shake her head in response to the disrespect, stepping forward and going for a right hook. Mike ducked under it, just barely managing to roll off to the side to avoid a muay thai kick that had been aimed his way in retaliation to the duck, but he wasn’t quite fast enough to avoid the lariat that drove him back down to the canvas again as Watts finally caught up to Hard R Superstar. Rolling out his muscular arm, Diana reached down and grabbed Mike by his questionable haircut, starting to pull him up to his feet...only to have his arms batted away and get knocked back by a dropkick! The former B Dalton’s Bookstore employee snarls a bit as Mason kipped back up to his feet after the dropkick, a grin still on the face of the man who makes women Audibly Ovulate. Rather than matching the wrestling stance this time, though, Diana instead brought her forearms in front of her face, her hands curled up into loose fists, making it obvious that she was fully intending on pounding the snot out of the disrespectful wrestler. ~
Jones: Watts hoping to turn things around here after coming out of the gate with a big win over Dylan Thomas on a rare national Equality.
Hood: Well, moving under the guidance of our Emperor is a step in the right direction.
~ Rolling out his shoulders, Mason finally scooted in closer, his hands still held up in a mocking offer of a collar-elbow tie-up, but he ducked and went for a single leg takedown as Diana went for a left hook. The single leg proved fruitless, however, as Watts sprawled her legs out underneath herself, so he grabs at the heel of Diana and attempting to cinch in a single leg Boston Crab. This proved to be a mistake, however, as Watts hooked her heels together and kicked outward, forcing The Marvelous One to fly forward. Not about to let herself be grounded again, Diana is up to her feet at the same moment that Mike was, rolling out his shoulders again before charging forward, going for an uppercut when he was close enough. This proved to be a mistake, however, as the blonde popped up, wrapping his legs around Watts’s head and launching her to the ropes with a side spinning head scissors. ~
Jones: And Mike Mason tosses Diana Watts like a ragdoll.
Hood: Looks like she is about to shit the bed again.
~ Rolling up to her feet again after the takedown, Diana was forced between the ropes by a dropkick to her chest, just barely managing to grab a hold of the middle rope on the way out of the ring to keep herself from falling to the floor. Pulling herself back up, she was just barely able to sidestep another dropkick attempt, reaching over the ropes as Mason popped up to his feet and grabbing him by the back of his head. The BOD GOD tried to fight out of the group, but wasn’t quite quick enough as Watts dropped off the edge of the ring, bouncing the bronzed adonis’s head off of the top rope, the ricochet causing him to smack his feet directly into the canvas. Not about to waste time, Diana rolled back into the ring and immediately pounced on Mason’s back, her hands slithering around the Hard R Superstar’s chin and cranking back with the old school chin lock, her legs flattening out to weigh down on each of her opponent’s arms to make it harder to fight out of the hold. As Juff the referee started to ask him if he wanted to give up, Mike propped his knees up to try and get some leverage to get out of the hold, his arms shifting a bit and starting to wrap around Diana’s shins, trying to force her off. As his hands formed a S lock together, he finally popped up onto the balls of his feet, shoving forward and pulling his arms underneath him at the same moment. As the inverted double leg Boston Crab was locked onto him, Diana let out a grunt, her eyes darting about the ring as the referee got up close and started asking him if she wanted to tap out, though she was shaking her head from side to side. Finally, the former waitress, lessening the tension of the submission hold as Mike was forced up onto his feet, reversing it as she kicked and suddenly launched herself forward, grabbing a hold of Mason’s ankle and attempting to torque him over for the ankle lock. ~
Jones: Watts showing some tenacity and tremendous willpower by moving onto another submission so fluidly.
Hood: Don’t think a loss would make her Emperor all that happy.
~ Scouting the move, however, Mason dropped down to his free knee, driving it into Watts’s chest and then staying there as Juff the referee drops down to make the count!~
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KICKOUT!
~ Diana rolls her shoulders to break it, at the same time adding the last bit of extra torque needed to make Mike fall face first to the mat. Keeping the leg scissor’d as a way to keep him held in place, Watts grips her forearm with her other hand, applying extra pressure to the ankle lock. Juff again starts to ask Mason if he wanted to give up, the Not A Two Pump Chump Lover shakes his head vigorously from side to side, even as he gripped the mat. Finally, he glanced behind himself and, despite the situation, he grinned as he realized their positioning in the ring. Placing his palms flat against the mat, the Marvelous One pushed up and then backward, the referee staying beside Mike for a moment longer before looking back and, upon seeing that Watts was under the ropes, dove over and told her to break the hold. As Diana held onto the hold, Juff finally began the five count that could get her DQed, but Watts broke the hold at four, grunting as she got up to her feet. Favoring his ankle, Mason gets up to his feet considerably slower, not able to fend off Diana as goes for another collar-elbow tie-up. Jockey back and forth for position, the girls who mom hasn’t slept with Lou Pohl uses all her might to shoot Mike off to the ropes, only to have to hop over as the body building enthusiast dove at her feet in an attempted ankle lock takedown. Not about to lose his momentum, though, Mason front flipped up to his feet, stumbling a bit due to the torque that had been added to his ankle, but he nonetheless ran for the opposing ropes. As he came back, leaps up, looking for the Lou Thesz Pre--NO!~
Jones: WOW, nice reversal of fortune for Diana!
Hood: After tapping out last week, Mason is gonna make an example out of her.
~ As Diana’s back had hit the ground, she had stuck her hands between their respective bodies, one of her legs scissoring around the leg of Mike’s that hadn’t been previously hurt in the process. Rolling through, Watts grabbed the other leg of the Manly Man with her hands, her own forearm being gripped by his hand as she rolled flat to his stomach, tourqing on the hold. Mason let out a curse under his breath as he felt his ankle again being torqued on, his hands going into his hair to help him resist the urge of tapping, even as Juff kept asking him if he wanted. Shaking his head finally, the Hard R Superstar again places his palms flat against the ground to level upward, rolling his knees a bit before he launched himself backward, reversing the hold into a pin attempt, his palms resting against the ground on the other side of Watts as he bridged to keep his own shoulders from being placed against the crowd. ~
1!
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Kickout!
~ Another two count was all Mike received for his troubles as Diana broke the hold to avoid being pinned, though she rolled right back up to her feet and stalked over to Mason, who’d dropped his back after the submission had been broken to give his ankles a rest. Bending down, going to grab Mason but only to have her arm get scissored by her opponent, the cross-arm submission being cinched in as she had ankles placed against her face. With her free hand, she started pummeling Mike’s side with right hands to try and break the hold. After a few more hits, the hold is finally broken, Diana standing up to her full height as she shakes out her arm, his annoyance more than obvious before he bent down, attempting to grab at Mason’s ankle this time...only to get thrown across the mat with a kip-up hurracarana!~
Jones: What a great reversal from the Marvelous One Mike Mason!
Hood: It’s no wonder why women Audibly Ovulate in his presence. Pretty sure this bitch behind us is pregnant just by looking at him!
~ Watts’s shoulders ate canvas as she was thrown over, Mike hopping up to his feet with ease since the hurracarana had placed him belly down in place of back down as he had been. Taking quick advantage of the situation, Diana was again driven down to the canvas by a MOST MARVELOUS DROPKICK to the back of her head, having managed to get up to one knee with her back to Mason. Falling forward with a bit of a stunned expression on her face, Watts wasn’t able to fight back as the man with massive balls even though he obviously juices begis to lay into her with stomps to her back and side, topping it all off with an elbow drop to the shoulder of his downed opponent. Rolling Watts over to her back, Mike makes a cover! ~
1!
2!!
Kickout!
~ Diana kicked her legs out to get out of the pin rolling to her back at the same time to strike out with a kick as Mason is sent to his ass, the foot just happening to catch the ankle he had been working on so much as the match had progresses. A yelp of pain escaped Triple M as he crawled forward away from the angry Watts to avoid the pain, but this proved to be a bad idea as Diana pulled herself up to her feet by using the ropes and turnbuckles, eyeing the very well hung man for a few moments before stalking across the ring. Flipping over onto his back, Mike scooted back until Watts was basically right atop him, at which point he started lashing out with his uninjured ankle, trying to keep the Emperor’s Apprentice back by assuming the guard position. Snorting in obvious disrespect about the attempt, she kicks away the foot that was keeping him back, then dove in, starting to lay into the arrogant man with lefts and rights, the referee Juff again beginning the five count as Mike scoots into the ropes. Going right up until the four, Diana stood up, kicking again at the injured ankle before grabbing the prick by his hair and pulling him up to his feet. ~
Jones: A surprising match so far considering neither can get an advantage for longer than a few moments.
Hood: Could come down to just one mistake.
~ A wicked grin crosses her face as she turns Mike around, driving a forearm or two into the back of the dude’s head before she wraps a single arm around his head, with all her might hoisting him up to the top rope with the single arm waist-lock (very loud grunts of struggling). Setting him on the top she climbs up and starts bringing forearms, alternating between her left and right!! The fans count along! ~
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Jones: Watts is firmly in control right now!
Hood: Yeah, but for how long?
~ Watts hits a devasting DDT from the top rope which lays both competitors out on the mat. Diana motions to the top rope much to the fans approval. She hops up, holding her fists in the air listening to the fans. She stands tall on the top turnbuckle, back to the ring and Mason who is slowly getting to his feet. ~
Jones: Looks like Watts is gonna try and finish this one up top!
Hood: Well, Marvelous Mike Mason is starting to stir.
~ Watts squats down, and twists and turns as she comes flying off the top but her eyes go wide as Mike Mason is on his feet, catches her in the air and the ring vibrates like a Ford Fiesta going a 100 miles per hour across the George Washington Bridge with a brutal execution of his finisher SIMPLY MARVELOUS (D-LO BROWN’S SKY HIGH!)!!! ~
Jones: Wow, the ring shook with that move!
Hood: Vibrated so hard I thought Who’re had her 8 machine Hitachi Magic Wand Super out of the shop!
~ Mason makes a arrogant cover, posing with the pin. ~
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~ DING DING DING ~
Belvedere: And your winner via pinfall... the guy who makes women Audibly Ovulate... MARVELOUS MIKE MASON!!!!
Jones: Big win for Mike Mason. I can’t stand the man but there’s no denying his talent.
Hood: OCW will peak whenever Mike Mason wins the OCW Title.
Jones: I hope to never see that in my lifetime.
Hood: So operations lit Jones’ throat is a go...gotcha!
~ The Calgary, Canada edition of the OCW Faithful blow their tops when TAMIKA STRADER bursts through the back doors into the Scotiabank Place (Saddledome), and she doesn’t look too happy as we can see the Airpods in her ears signalling she is on a phone call. ~
Tamika Strader: Are you kidding me? I don’t have time for this, Harold. Get security down there and see what’s going on! NO! NO, YOU CAN’T! Stop crying. Stop. Yes, I’ll pay for the redhead hooker down on the corner. Yes, Harold. Ok. Just… get me answers!
~ The faithful have a good laugh at the expense of Tamika’s sanity when Eddy Bueger and The Knife Man walk up to her. She can’t help but smile. ~
Tamika Strader: Hey, boyzzzzz! Good show so far?
The Knife Man: Yeah, not bad.
Eddy Bueger: That bitch Sahara ran her mouth a bit about ya, bitch.
Tamika Strader: Eddy, we talked about calling women bitches.
~ Eddy looks at her with a blank expression. That weirdo Gordy in catering walks by, and Eddy points at him s he does the farmer snot blowing on the floor. ~
Eddy Bueger: It’s not sexist. Tubby-beard over there is a bitch, too.
Tamika Strader: Got me there, Eddy. So what did Sahara say?
The Knife Man: Long story short, she’s “beaten” all of you Straders, the best Trans Atlantic Champion (pretty sure she said it wrong), and a lot of other things.
Eddy Bueger: Careful, Knifey. Don’t want those bitches firing you, bitch.
The Knife Man: Good point.
~ Tamika shakes her head. She grabs The Knife Man’s wrist. ~
Tamika Strader: Radio to Checker’s Position, get my music ready. We’ll talk soon, Knifey. You too, Bitch!
Eddy Bueger: Yeah, you are getting it, bitch!
~ We move to ringside, where Jones and Hood seem to be arguing about something. ~
Hood: I’m telling you, Christina Agulera gave Carson Daly head first. Not Fred Durst.
Jones: It was definitely Fred Durst, and I DON’T CARE!
Hood: Take your blood pressure pills, tubby. Can’t have you croaking on our wonderful boss's television show!
~ Jones shakes his head and is frowning, but it turns upside down when “Do You Wanna Touch Me?” by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts start to play as the raucous (but oddly polite) Canadian OCW Faithful are on their feet. Tamika walks out from behind the curtain to the loyal Canadian cheering, and while she smiles, nodding back at all of them, she is definitely all business. ~
Jones: Arguably one of the greatest champions in all of OCW, Craze for sure. Tamika looks all business tonight, Hood.
Hood: Really, outside Victoria being on an absolute rampage, nearly killing the former TransAtlantic champion and her sister, and making Outcast’s life a living hell, it’s been quiet on the Strader front, which has been nice.
Jones: Well, I have done my homework, and if anything, my money is on that Tamika has sat back and watched everything that’s gone on since the shift in ownership. Her dad and Meghan would run in full steam, but Auntie Teebag plans.
Hood: Have you seen her on Twitter? She couldn’t plan her way out of a paper bag.
Jones: Heh, exactly what she wants you to think.
~ Tamika wipes her boots on the side of the steps and then drops down to roll under the bottom rope. Grabbing the microphone from Belvedere after sharing a quick hug, showing everyone watching how much the staff love her. The music dies down, but the faithful start chanting an old favourite. ~
Canadian OCW Faithful: C! F! H! C! F! H! C! F! H! C! F! H! C! F! H!
Jones: Tamika wasn’t able to make the last show in Toronto which is only two hours north of her Canadian hometown, but the fans here in Calgary are making up for the missed cheers!
Hood: Yeah, well, they don’t even have Sonics.
Jones: There is a Carl’s Jr in Spruce Grove near Edmonton.
~ Tamika smiles and holds up her hand asking to give her the time. She slowly lifts the mic up to her lips, and she sneers. ~
Tamika Strader: CALGARY, ALBERTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
~ If the roof could kick the saddle off this arena on down the Red Mile from a fan explosion, this would be the time. Albertans love it when you make them feel special. Add a side of oil in a barrel refined in Canada, and you’ll get a rusty trombone. ~
Hood: See? Stupid.
Jones: How did Smith never try to kill you? That man is a saint.
Hood: *cough*was*cough*
Tamika Strader: You know, I have really tried to take the high road here in OCW, which, let me tell you, is no easy task around these parts. I took Marcus’s betrayal with stride. I didn’t tie Thad up in legal proceedings; that, let’s face it, would have been for the pure annoyance of having to pay overpriced lawyers way too much money (that I would’ve enjoyed), and I am not going to make the people that work here suffer for my twisted sense of humour. I have let them run down my family, my name and me personally for months and months. The broken record is getting old, real quick.
~ She slowly walks from turnbuckle to turnbuckle, her hands as animated as her voice. ~
Tamika Strader: I have had my name slandered, drug through the mud, accused of holding people back (the same people that actually turned on the boss and helped kidnap an innocent child), and then I got used in the justification of firing Marcus Welsh.
~ The OCW Faithful boo loudly in support of Tamika. New York and the Eastern Seaboard might be Thad territory, but Canada and Texas? That’s forever Strader-Ville. ~
Tamika Strader: I am going to make one thing clear: I don’t support what Easton Alexander did, bringing a child into the mix the way he did. As a mother, my heart breaks thinking about how scared the little boy must’ve been. My sister was taken as a young girl and put on display for our daddy to come down and rescue her. Used as a pawn, and even though she won’t admit it, I know she suffers from PTSD.
Hood: I see what she did there!
Jones: Yeah, I don’t think that’s what she was going for, Hood.
Tamika Strader: Honestly, I’d be spending the rest of my life in prison if someone took my Lil’Scottie or my nieces and nephews. So while I understand the need for vengeance, the way it was handled was just bad for business. It was something that should’ve been handled outside the squared circle. Instead, a mockery was made of not just OCW but to the TransAtlantic championship and the blood, sweat, and tears Veronica put into making it the most relevant championship in the company. So, White Widow, I am going to fix - - -
~ The crowd stirs as the microphone is cut off, going dead. Tamika realizes after a few seconds and taps the mic with no sound coming out. She shakes her head and laughs. Handing the microphone back to Belvedere, her music kicks back on as she makes her exit, still laughing and shaking her head. ~
Jones: Well, guess the boss didn’t want her to finish that thought.
Hood: Well, when she says slanderous things like that, it’s best for business.
Jones: Right… well, while Tamika Strader heads to the back to get some answers, we have a stacked card to continue to present to everyone!
Hood: FROM THE GREAT NATION TO THE NORTH!
We fade to a shot in a relatively dark corner of the backstage area. A large man with a beer belly and a mangy beard can be seen pacing back and forth next to a red-hot boiler as steam shoots into the air out of vents every couple of seconds. The hot steam blasts right against the pacing madman's skin everytime, but it never seems to bother himm....I guess he's just a different sort of breed. When the man finally turns to face the camera, albeit unintentionally, we can clearly tell that this man is THE NICKLEMAN- and he's talking to someone on a Nokia brick phone! The stress of the conversation can be seen in the creases on Charles' face.
Nickleman: Hey, don't you fucking worry about that shit, I got that shit! I'm the new Sheriff around here, y'heard? I even found a great spot for the new cell and everything- it's going to be down here in the boiler room from now on! A nice and secure location to drag reluctant childnappers' back to. It's got nice hot steam vents, a few roaches, really the whole nine yard!"
The Nickleman nods silently as he bites down as his lip. Shortly thereafter he turns away from the camera once more to continue pacing past the steaming vents of this boiler room.
Nickleman: "That's exactly what I was thinking too, Big Boss Man. We can't leave no stone unturned and we can't leave no ass unkicked if we're going to get justice on this one. It's up to us to see this project through to the end- no matter how many OCW legends and superstars get caught up in the crossfire."
Charles violently nods his head up and down in enthusiastic excitement before a steam vent releases right next to his face and nearly causes him to lose a grip on his Nokia phone.
Nickleman: "Yes! Hell fucking yes! This is the piece of shit I know and love! Our minds are right on the same dot this time. You send me that list of names, and I'll start scratching them out, one by fucking one and two by fucking two. Ain't no telling what I'm gonna do when the smoke gets stoked up and the cheap kitchen heat turns infernal!"
The Nickleman nods his head furiously as more information come from the other side of his phone.
Nickleman: "We already have another lead? Well, who is it?! What's the perp's name..."
The Nickleman whips out a pen and a small notepad. He begins writing something down before speaking back into the microphone.
Nickleman: "And can you spell it for me? I'm not so good at the whole 'spelling' and 'reading' thing, you know."
Nickleman nods affirmatively as he writes the name of an implicated accomplice down on his notepad.
Nickleman: "Alright, and just to make sure I got it right- the next hit is on-"
Nickleman looks set to spill the beans, until out of the corner of his eye he sees movements of the camera crew filming multiple angles of this shot.
Nickleman: "What the fuck are you doing in my new jailhouse! Get the fuck out, all of you before I skin you like the mangy mutts you are!"
The Nickleman lets his cellphone drop to the floor as he begins chasing the production crew out of his brand new 'jailouse'.
Helena Handbasket (4-1-1) vs. Harmon Egan (3-0)
Belvedere: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…
~The word opening of Psychosomatic begins playing as the snarp drums come in and a two step tune starts. Horns next as the lights dim, when they come up Helena Handbasket twirls out from behind the curtain. The Atomic Blonde throws her arms out wide and seems to roar to the crowd!~
Belvedere: Standing at 5 feet 9 inches and weighing 12.1 Stone. She is the ATOMIC BLONDE! HELENA HANDBASKET!!!!
~ Helena whirls around as the weird song built from movie quotes and jazz music keeps rolling, she spins on a heel and plays to the crowd as she walks down the ramp. ~
Jones: Here comes Helena, who was on the cusp of maybe becoming Craze Champion but do to the heavy tensions between the likes of PTSD and Paramount, that bout ended up in a double disqualification.
Hood: I’m not some matchmaker or anything like that but if you ask me, since Harmon is the new number one contender to the Craze Championship. If she wins here tonight, then maybe insert her into the match.
Jones: Wow Hood, never heard you bring that kind of insight to the announce table before.
Hood: Don’t get used to it.
~A pair of black rimmed eyes open up on the main screen as the arena is bathed in white and the song starts its opening beats. When the song comes to its crescendo the white light is intermixed with violet whirling lights as the main screen shows shots of Harmony in action intermixed with flowing Rorshach inkblots~
Belvedere: Her opponent, hailing from Parts Unknown.. Standing 5’10” and weighing in at 175 pounds.. He is HARMON “HARMONY” EGAN!
~Harmony appears at the top of the ramp and books it to the ring, sliding in under the bottom room "Edge style" and crawling to the camera at mat level. He shoots the camera a confident smirk and kips up to his feet, ready for action~
Jones: Here’s a man who may have won over everyone’s respect with his victory over Mike Mason last week.
Hood: It was a marvelous encounter that didn’t end so marvelously but I will give respect where it is due. The mute spoke loud and clear with his technique last Monday night.
~Both competitors look set to go as Tuff calls for the bell, getting this contest officially underway. Both fighters circle the ring, looking for their own separate advantage. After moments of anticipation Harmon is the first to make a move as he looks for a tie-up, however Helena ducks underneath his grapple and rolls past him popping back up to her feet with a smile. Egan nods, slightly impressed, he then motions towards her to bring the fight. She winks at the dark-eyed warrior and motions for him to calm down, he doesn’t, charging at her with cat-like speed. He shifts her body out of the way with a side barrel roll before coming to a halt on one knee, looking directly at Harmon who’s seemingly becoming frustrated. He pauses for a moment, thinking of a strategy within his mind when an idea pops into his head. He reaches down into his tights~
Hood: Oh no, what the hell is he doing?
Jones: I don’t want to even contemplate what’s going through my mind nor these fine folks at home.
~Tuff quickly rushes over to Harmon, telling him to put a stop to whatever he’s doing but he only returns with a notepad. There’s a collective sigh that resonates throughout Calgary as Tuff backs off. Harmon shakes his head disappointedly before beginning to jot something down onto the notepad. Satisfied with the statement, he rips the sheet off and stuffs the notepad back into his tights before walking over and handing the note to Helena. She accepts, her eyes never leaving Egan’s. He motions for her read the note and she finally does, dropping her head to focus in.. She squints her eyes to make out what it exactly says but from her mannerism, the writing may not be legible. Without hesitation, Harmon latches onto her head with a headlock! The crowd explode with mixed reactions, not knowing how to respond to such madness~
Jones: In all my days..
Hood: Did he just distract her with a note?
Jones: Apparently so..
Hood: That’s fucking genius, if you can’t catch her. Just confuse her. Works every time..
Jones: Do we need to go deeper into that kind of mindframe?
Hood: Tread carefully..
~Helena is clearly pissed that she let herself fall for such buffoonery but Egan wrenches on the hold as tightly as he can. Using her height to her advantage, Handbasket takes her left foot and places it into the back of Harmon’s right knee, causing him to bend awkwardly down and release her head in the process. With Harmon limping away, trying to regain feeling within his knee, Helena chop blocks the back of his knee. Harmon goes down with a yelp so loud that it almost forces Hood to laugh out loud. Handbasket is back to her feet, stalking over Harmon who’s scooting backwards away from her. She quickly reaches for his right leg, yanking on it as he tries to kick her away~
Jones: Helena took advantage of a man who tried to take advantage of her and now he’s in a bad spot.
Hood: I remember the days when that statement may have sounded a tad bit normal but during the times that we live in, I think that was a poor choice of words.
Jones: Hey man, I’m just trying to do my job.
Hood: Understood but try to say things differently.
Jones: Why don’t you think differently..
~Hood can be heard backing down from the argument while back inside of the ring. Helena is in the midst of applying a figure four, she spins around Harmon’s legs, twisting him up something serious before falling back with the hold applied. Harmon slams his fist into the mat with frustration written over his face and anger in his eyes. He sits up, refusing to place his back on the mat. He locks eyes with Helena who’s smiling, she begins to sign towards him which somehow fires him as he begins to sign back~
Jones: I’m sorry ladies and gentlemen but if I knew what they were saying I would translate it all to you guys out there.
Hood: Looks to me like they’re talking shit to each other.
Jones: Possibly..
~The two sign back and forth, the Calgary crowd so loud that both competitors can feel the vibrations circulating throughout the Scotiabank Saddledome Arena.. Feeling the energy, floating through the building, Egan uses all of the strength that he has within him to turn over onto his stomach and now has the pressure of the figure four now applied to Handbasket. She cries out now, looking to release her hold but somehow, Harmon has the hold locked tighter on her than she had it on him. He begins to thrust his midsection into the mat, causing more damage to both of their limbs before allowing her to release the hold, Both fighters crawl away from the other, legs sore and mangled from being tied together for a while. Harmon smacks his legs, trying to regain feeling while Helena is up to her feet and running in place, trying to get the circulation flowing. Seeing this, Harmon uses the corner ropes and turnbuckles to pull himself back to a vertical base. Helena charges in with a forearm strike that rocks Harmon a bit. She runs back across the ring, charges in once again but Harmon this time explodes from the corner and meets her in the middle of the ring. With one swift motion, he drives her back first into the mat with a STO. Choosing not to stop there, Harmon transitions her over, applying a crossface hold~
Jones: Looks like we’re going to have another submission classic here tonight!
Hood: C’mon! That shit is boring. They just sit there, locked onto each other like spider monkeys.
~Helena fights against Harmon’s grasps, using her feet to scoot over towards the ropes. However, instead of placing her feet onto them to force a break. She uses them to push herself backwards and over Harmon, freeing herself and in the process latching onto him with a sleeper hold. But he uses his size to stand up and flip her off of his back. She lands on her feet but he still has an advantage now locking on a crossface chickenwing. She flails around for a bit before shimmying her way out of the hold onto her butt. She kicks her legs out at Harmon but he catches then and wraps her tightly with a Calf Slicer! He drops to the mat adding more pressure to the hold which forces Helena to tap out immediately! Tuff signals for the bell~
Belvedere: Here is the winner of the match… HARMON EGAN!
~Harmon immediately releases the hold as Tuff pats him on the shoulders.~
Jones: Helena tried to go submission for submission Harmon and he proved that he’s capable of applying the Mundi Comedentis from basically anywhere. A very dangerous if not the most dangerous move in OCW.
Hood: I’ve seen some that could cause more damage but I must admit that Harmon has been on a complete tear lately and looks set to take Crash Rodriquez to the limit for the OCW Craze Championship.
Jones: Talk about a clash in styles, it’s going to be one for the ages, I can almost bet that.
~”Stacking Bodies” by Fit For A King hits over the PA, and the crowd looks confused for a moment until Outcast steps out and the crowd begins cheering. Outcast stands at the top of the entrance way with a Newport hanging from his lips and looks out upon the crowd. Outcast pulls the Newport from his lips, drops it on the ground and snuffs it out with his boot before heading down to the ring, occasionally dapping up a few fans who hold their fist out for him, and stopping to flip off a fan wearing a “PTSD” shirt.
As Outcast walks past Belvedere, Outcast grabs the microphone from Belvedere, who offers no resistance. Outcast climbs the ring steps and looks over the Calgary crowd for a moment before stepping through the ropes. Outcast takes the middle of the ring, the music fades out, and the crowd quiets down. ~
Outcast: I'm not out here to get some cheap pop or plug some merch. I came out here because I am tired of this cat and mouse bullsh*t with Victoria. So, I'm calling Victoria Strader out right here, right now. Get out here and fight me.
~ Outcast begins pacing back and forth like a caged animal ready to be unleashed. The crowd begins to boo as silence comes from the PA system and no one appears on the entrance way. Outcast stops pacing and shakes his head. ~
Outcast: How'd I know you wouldn't show up? Victoria, if I have to come find you, the first place I'm looking is Meghan's house. I'll tear that place and anyone who tries to hide you apart to…
~ Suddenly Victoria appears on the OCW Tron. The crowd begins booing. ~
Victoria: Why would I want you to catch me? Christian, dollface… me and you? We are destined to do this dance of ours forever. How did you get back, anyway?
~Outcast slowly shakes his head and throws the microphone down. Outcast jumps out of the ring and begins running up the entranceway, which brings massive cheers from the bloodthirsty crowd. As Outcast goes through the curtain the shot cuts to a backstage roving camera. Outcast blows past OCW officials, and plows over security guards as he heads for Victoria. ~
Jones: Where is Outcast going?
Hood: Forget where he is going, how'd he get back?
~ Outcast runs through a hallway, into the parking area, and spots Victoria standing on top of the trailer of a tractor and trailer used to haul the stage for Massacre. Victoria sees Outcast and begins to run, but Outcast catches her climbing down the back of the trailer. As Victoria hops off the ladder built onto the back of the trailer, Outcast grabs her by the head and throws Victoria's face into the trailer.
Victoria staggers, but spins around with a quick hook that hits Outcast right in the mouth. Outcast smiles, and reveals blood is covering his teeth from the punch. Outcast spits out a mouth full of blood and saliva. ~
Outcast: Oh darlin, this is gonna be fun.
~Outcast and Victoria start throwing right hands at each other. Outcast starts taking over by changing levels, dropping his shoulders, driving them into Victoria's stomach and driving her onto the side of the trailer. Outcast grabs Victoria on either side of her head, when suddenly the door of the trailer swings open hard slamming into Outcast's head.
Outcast is staggered and dropped to his knee. Outcast looks to see Tamika Strader hopping out of the trailer. Tamika and Victoria look and nod at each other and then charge at Outcast. ~
Jones: What is Tamika doing? Has she lost her mind?
Hood: Did she ever have a mind? It's nice to see a family reunion though.
~Tamika and Victoria begin kicking Outcast, and he covers up trying to avoid taking a damaging blow. Outcast catches a kick from Tamika, holds onto her leg and takes her down with a single leg. Outcast quickly mounts Tamika, but before he can land a blow Victoria grabs him in a rear naked choke hold and pulls Outcast off of Tamika~
~Victoria jumps and raps her legs around the body of the now standing Outcast. Outcast grabs Victoria's arm that is around his neck, lifts it up, and drops his head down. Outcast then sinks is teeth into the arm of Victoria, his teeth pierce her flesh, and the pain causes her to release the choke hold~
~Victoria falls to the ground clutching her arm, and Outcast staggers back catching his breath. As Outcast shakes the cobwebs from his head he notices a bright light, but it is too late as a Cadillac plows into him. Outcast jumps to lesson the impact, but the car clips his thigh sending Outcast rolling up the hood, and crashing into the windshield before rolling off to the ground below~
~The car comes to a stop, the passenger door opens and from it steps Killa Kali. Kali stands over the fallen Outcast, and soon Victoria and Tamika stand over him too. ~
Tamika: I told ya we'd take the trash out.
Killa Kali: No way this sucka makes Massacre.
~The shot focuses on the unconscious Outcast before fading back to ringside. ~
BRIM (22-10) vs. Tamika Strader (13-1) vs. The Nickleman (1-0)
Jones: Ladies and gentlemen, we have a star-studded triple threat matchup next and I can’t wait to see these three in action.
Hood: You’ve got the newcomer, Thaddeus Duke’s new self-proclaimed sheriff of OCW… Charles Nichols aka The Nickleman, who’s coming off a big time debut win last week.
Jones: The guy may not know how to speak to lawyers or social workers, but he’s as devastating an in-ring competitor as we’ve seen in a long time. He’s borderline psychotic, and probably should be locked up in a sanitarium.
Hood: He’s here to wreak some havoc and Thad’s footing the bill. I like it!
Jones: Be that as it may, to say he’s got an uphill battle this evening would be an understatement. His opponents for this evening are three time OCW Savage Champion, BRIM… and former OCW Craze Champion, Tamika Strader!
Hood: Like them or hate them, and in most cases hate them, both of them are the cream of the crop in OCW. Tamika has lost one, and I do mean just one, singles match in OCW, that lone lost being her last contest against Crash Rodriguez. She’s since aligned herself with TLS and the rest of PTSD.
Jones: Her allegiance with them could potentially add another level of excitement to this matchup, as could BRIM’s friendship with Duce Jones and Byson Kaliban.
Hood: And don’t forget, Thaddeus Duke seems to be surrounding himself with several wrestlers from other organizations in his effort to teach the OCW roster a lesson in loyalty.
Jones: Lots of potential storylines to follow as we head to the ring. Belvedere, take it away!
Belvedere: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a triple threat match! Making his way to the ring first, from Steubenville, Ohio and weighing in at 265 pounds… he is The Nickleman!!!
~”Since I’m a Bastard” by This Grey City begins to play through the speakers as the Nickleman comes onto the stage. The majority of the fans seem to dislike him, most likely based on his involvement in Sahara capturing the TA title. He doesn’t care one way or the other. He calmly makes his way down the entrance ramp and into the ring.~
Jones: I’m intrigued, this is a stark contrast to the entrance The Nickleman made last week on his way to securing victory against Hurrican Venganza and Justin York.
Hood: It was a dominating performance to be sure. Perhaps he felt he needed to make a huge impact statement last week. He took care of both of those competitors with relative ease, though I fear this week he’s bitten off more than he can chew.
Jones: I tend to agree. It’s one thing to beat up a couple of wrestlers who barely show up to work, but tonight he’s up against two competitors who have nearly a year’s worth of combined time during their championship reigns.
~The Nickleman enters the ring and stares at the entrance ramp, awaiting his next opponent.~
Belvedere: One of his opponents… he is a THREE TIME SAVAGE CHAMPION… weighing in at 385 pounds, from Baltimore, Maryland… BRIM!!!
~The crowd goes wild as “Killjill” by Big Boi ft. Killer Mike and Young Jeezy hits! BRIM emerges from the entrance ramp as most of the arena stands to their feet. BRIM marches for the ring...the man is absolutely fearless. He rushes up the steps with the quickness and agility we’ve come to expect. He enters the ring and walks by Belvedere, dwarfing the in-ring announcer, turning his attention to The Nickleman. Both men are ready for a fight, but before they can do anything, the arena lights dim as the OCWTron comes to life, flickering silver and green as “Do You Wanna Touch Me (Oh Yeah) by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts starts to play, the drum beat matching the OCWtron flickering lights. The guitar comes to life as TA-MEEK-AH STRAY-DERR (yes, just like that) appears on the screen and the OCW faithful roar to life.~
Belvedere: And their opponent…
//We've been here too long
Belvedere: Weighing in at 145 pounds...
~Tamika steps out from behind the curtain, bobbing her head to the beat.~
//Cry at night
Belvedere: Hailing from Houston, Texas by way of London, Ontario Canada...
//Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
~Tamika reaches the bottom of the ramp and lifts her left fit up in the air, Strader Sneer across her lips.~
//Yeah, Oh yeah, oh yeah\\
Belvedere: She is a member of PTSD and your former Craze Champion.... TAMIKA STRADERRRRRRRRR!!!!
//Every girl an' boy
~Tamika walks up the steps, and wipes her boots on the ring apron before stepping through the middle rope since she is no pixie stick five foot one lady.~
//My, my, my
~Tamika eyes both of her opponents as she hits the four corners raising her fist up in the air, before dropping to the mat and staring at the two large men.~
Jones: This may end up being Tamika’s toughest test to date here in OCW. We haven’t seen her in action since Crash Rodriguez defeated her for the Craze Championship at Truth or Consequences. Now she’s facing not one, but two HUGE men.
Hood: Any other day that might be her dream come true, but tonight these two would like nothing more than to end her career and take a giant step toward the status that would come with handing Tamika only her second loss in OCW.
Jones: BRIM is 385 pounds… that’s 120 pounds more than Nickleman, who happens to be 120 pounds heavier than Tamika! The size difference between these three is something I don’t recall ever seeing.
Hood: Nickleman is probably used to throwing his weight around in the ring a good bit, but with BRIM in there, he’s not going to get that chance.
Jones: I’m ready to see this thing happen. I know the fans are ready. It looks like Fluff is too, so let’s get to it!
DING DING DING
~BRIM wastes no time rushing at Nickleman, who drops down and rolls out of the ring before the big man can get to him. The fans boo the move. BRIM turns toward Tamika and the two exchange a glance. She come rushing toward him but he drops down. She appears to go for some type of stomp, but BRIM catches her leg and hoists her high into the air, over the top rope. She changes direction mid-air and comes down hard on Nickleman with a cross body block!! The fans go crazy as Tamika lands on her feet. She plays it up for the crowd as Nickleman gets to his feet. She unleashes a barrage of knife edge chops to Nickleman as he walks backwards around the ring. Three, four, five chops in a row. He stumbles for a moment, giving her time to hit a spinning knife edge chop! His shirt likely absorbs some of the punishment, but he’s clearly in pain. She rears back and delivers a mongolian chop to both sides of his neck! He decides it’s best to retreat, so he turns to run around the ring only to find BRIM standing there. BRIM lunges forward with a HUGE clothesline to the Nickleman, sending him back first onto the hard arena floor. BRIM picks Nickleman off the floor and hoists him over his shoulder, slamming Nickleman’s back into the ring post. Nickleman shouts in pain as the crowd cheers on. Tamika just watches, more than willing to allow BRIM to do the dirty work. BRIM puts the boots to Nickleman before picking him back up and rolls him into the ring. Tamika sees her opportunity. She hops up onto the ring apron and climbs the turnbuckle, leaping off and connecting with an elbow drop. She makes the cover while BRIM still tries to get into the ring.~
1!
2!!
Kickout!!!
Jones: The Nickleman thrusted his weight forward and almost threw Tamika Strader across the ring.
Hood: BRIM certainly did some damage to Nickleman’s lower back on the outside, but it wasn’t enough for Tamika to steal the victory here.
~BRIM finally gets in the ring and sets his sights on Tamika as Nickleman rolls to the corner. BRIM goes to grab Tamika but she slides under and through his legs. From behind, she hops up onto his back and tries to lock in a choke hold. BRIM reverses course and crushes Tamika in the corner with all of his strength. She folds to the mat as BRIM picks her up and whips her into the ropes. He hits a spinning heel kick sending Tamika down but she’s quick to hop back up. BRIM connects with a spinning back kick. Again, Tamika hits hard, but manages to get up quickly, though clearly dazed. BRIM leaps into the air, sending her to her back for good with a single leg drop kick!!~
Jones: BRIM is looking incredibly nimble in the ring this evening for a man of his stature. I’ve even heard tell of him being able to hit an inverted 450 splash when the situation calls for it.
Hood: Inverted 450? The only 450 this guy’s got is his weight if he doesn’t lay off the Twinkies soon.
~BRIM gets to his feet to the delight of the fans. He looks at Tamika pulling herself up in the corner, then turns to see Nickleman doing the same in the opposite corner. He works up a head of steam and runs toward Nicklelman. He jumps up and hits a corner splash. The entire ring moves from the brunt of the move. BRIM turns around and runs toward Tamika, attempting the same move. Tamika dives out of the way at the last minute. BRIM hits the turnbuckle hard chest first. As he stumbles backwards, Tamika grabs his head, climbs up the turnbuckles and leaps off, twisting in air and sending BRIM face first to the mat with an acid drop!~
Jones: Bitch on the Run! One of Tamika’s signature moves has taken the big man down!
~Tamika gets up to see Nickleman once again getting to his feet in the corner. She runs toward him, jumps onto the bottom rope and springboards off, grabbing him by the head and slamming him face first into the mat with a bulldog! She hops on top to make a cover!~
1!
2!!
NO!! Kickout!!
~Nickleman thrusts his legs out into the air before the three. Tamika lifts him up off the mat. She goes to whip him into the corner, but Nickleman reverses. Tamika bounces off the ropes and leaps up for a cross body, but Nickleman catches her in midair and sends her hard to the mat with a powerslam! Boos echo through the arena as Nickleman turns toward the stirring BRIM. He waits for BRIM to get to his feet, bent over. Nickleman rushes forward, kicking BRIM in the side of the head. The momentum turns BRIM facing upward, allowing Nickleman to hook the neck and send him to the mat with a reverse neck breaker! Nickleman decides to kick BRIM out of the ring, allowing him to focus all of his attention on Tamika.~
Jones: Nickleman is gaining the advantage in this match, and perhaps wisely just sent BRIM to the outside.
Hood: If it’s a singles match between Nickleman and Tamika, Nickel has the advantage. Getting BRIM out was the right call.
~Nickleman scoops Tamika off the mat and slams her into the corner in a seated position. He gains momentum then runs toward her crushing her face with a running knee. He taunts the crowd as he picks her up by the hair and positions her in the corner. He hits her with a loud knife edge chop, then another, then one more for good measure, receipts no doubt from earlier in the contest. Tamika stumbles out of the corner as Nickleman scoops her up to his side and hits her with a devastating sidewalk slam! He goes for the cover.~
1!
2!!
Kickout!!
~Tamika gets the shoulder up. Nickleman is undaunted. He grabs her by the hair and pulls her back to her feet. He positions her head between his legs and lifts her up, dropping her head first right into the mat with a piledriver. He looks to the outside to see BRIM still trying to get up, and instead of a pinning attempt, he pulls Tamika to the middle of the ring and locks in a headlock/sleeper choke hold!~
Jones: Triple threat matches are usually not the place to try a submission attempt, but Nickleman saw that BRIM was still down and knew this could be his opportunity.
Hood: It’s lights out time for Tamika!!
~The crowd comes alive in support of Tamika who’s almost out of it from the piledriver and quickly losing oxygen. Still, she hears the adulation from the crowd and her foot begins to move. She taps it along with the claps from the audience as she somehow manages to get to her knees. Nickleman is fighting to keep his grip. She gets to her feet, then elbows him square in the gut. She hits another elbow, followed by another. She goes to run away from him but he grabs her by the arm. She grabs hold of his arm as well and pulls him toward her with all her might, smashing him in the throat with a short arm clothesline! The crowd erupts with cheers!~
Jones: Short armed clothesline! Tamika’s not out of this one yet!
Hood: She’s got a lot of fight in her, I’ll give her that.
~Both Tamika and Nickleman are down in the ring as BRIM gets to his feet on the outside. He pulls himself up onto the apron by the bottom rope and gets in as the others begin to stir. Tamika gets to her feet first and charges at BRIM, who hoists her with little effort and slams her to the mat with a body slam. Nickleman also charges and receives a body slam for his efforts. Tamika is back up and comes at him again. He kicks her in the gut and hits her with a big time suplex. Nickleman comes back at BRIM who’s almost gassed at this point. He still has the ability to hook Nickleman, sending him high into the air and crashing down with a release Northern Lights suplex. BRIM gets to a knee, but he’s breathing heavily as the others lie on the ring, grabbing at their backs in pain.~
Jones: BRIM is cleaning house!
Hood: What is he doing? He could win the match right here and now if he’d just pin one of them. Any of them!
Jones: I think all the punishment BRIM took early in the match, plus the physical exertion needed to pull off some of these moves, has left the big guy gasping for air.
Hood: He can breathe later! Go for the win!
~BRIM gets to his feet, setting his sights on Tamika. He lifts her to her feet, motioning to the crowd that the match is over.~
Jones: He’s getting ready for “Crackin’ Necks”, his version of a Rights to Passage piledriver!
Hood: If he hits this, Tamika is done for!
~BRIM goes to hook her for the move, but Nickleman comes out of nowhere to headbutt BRIM. He staggers into the ropes, bounces off into another headbutt! BRIM again falls into the ropes and comes forward for a third headbutt. As BRIM comes off the ropes one more time, Nickleman kicks him in the gut. He hooks him, and with every ounce of strength in his body, Nickleman lifts him into the air with a vertical suplex, and sends him crashing head first into the mat!!
Jones: The Steubenville Screwdriver!!!! It’s all over!!!!!!!!
~Fluff slides into position as goes for the pin, hooking the opposite leg.~
1!!
2!!!
3!!!!
~Tamika comes from behind at the last second and smashes Nickleman in the side of the head with her forearm breaking the attempt. Nickleman rolls off of BRIM, holding his cheek in pain. Tamika grabs him and sends him face first into the mat with a face buster! He hops to his knees only for her to kick him right in the rib cage. As he reaches for his midsection, Tamika drops an elbow square across the back of his neck.~
Jones: Tamika calls that move “I Need Your Clothes, Your Boots, and Your Motorcycle”.
Hood: We’ve seen that one before, and still don’t understand the name.
~Tamika motions to the crowd that the end is near. She mounts the back of Nickleman, wrapping her legs around him as she hooks in a deep cut throat stranglehold.~
Jones: There’s “One Night in Bangkok!” This one’s all but over!
Hood: I spent a night in Bangkok… never again!
~Nickleman looks to be close to out as Tamika cinches the choke hold in even further. BRIM comes to his senses to see what’s going on. He doesn’t have much time to think. He comes from behind and grabs Tamika by the waist. She refuses to let go of Nickleman. BRIM pulls at her with all of his strength, lifting Tamika AND NICKLEMAN up off the mat and slamming them with a vicious belly to back suplex!!! Tamika releases the choke, both her and Nickleman roll in opposite directions as all three competitors lay face up in the middle of the ring. The crowd comes to their feet with a “THIS IS AWESOME” chant blaring throughout the arena.~
Jones: What a match! None of the competitors are willing to give up. It’s still anyone’s game!
Hood: BRIM’s strength is second to none in this company. Seeing him pick both of those competitors up and slam them down is one of the most impressive things I’ve ever seen.
~Fluff counts while the competitors attempt to get to their feet. BRIM and Tamika are the first to get up, Nickleman is seated in the corner, still reeling from Tamika’s offense. BRIM rushes at Tamika with a clothesline, but she ducks. Tamika hops onto BRIM’s back, attempting to lock in a sleeper hold. He runs backwards, trying to smash Tamika in the turnbuckle. She slides down at the last second, causing BRIM to hit hard. She comes around and hooks his head, and connects with another “Bitch on the Run” acid drop! BRIM is down, Nickleman gets to his feet and charges forward toward Tamika. Tamika pulls the top rope down, sending Nickleman up and over, crashing hard onto the arena floor. The Canadian crowd goes crazy as Tamika sees her opportunity. She climbs the turnbuckle, then leaps off in a senton fashion, but over rotates, slamming her feet right into BRIM’s stomach!~
Jones: The Jacques-Hammer!!!
~Fluff slides in as Tamika makes the pin attempt.~
1!
~Nickleman begins pulling himself up by the bottom rope. He sees the attempt from across the ring.~
2!!
~Nickleman slides under the bottom rope.~
3!!!!!
~Nickleman dives onto Tamika to break the pin attempt!~
DING DING DING
Belvedere: Here is your winner… TAMIKA STRADER!!!!!
Jones: I can’t believe it! It looked as though Nickleman was going to be able to break up the pinning attempt, but he was a hair too late!
Hood: I’m not so sure about this, where’s the replay?
Jones: I’m watching on my monitor here, and Fluff made the right call. Nickleman smashed Tamika in the back of the head, but it was AFTER Fluff hit the mat for the three count. Tamika is the rightful winner.
Hood: This sucks.
~Nickleman is pissed. He grabs Fluff by the shirt, hooks him with both arms, and drops him with a double arm DDT, or as he likes to call it, the “Devil Hook Drop”. He rolls out of the ring, staggering over to the timekeeper’s table and takes his chair. He slides the chair into the ring and gets back in himself. BRIM is still out cold in the corner and Tamika is getting to her feet. He swings the chair at Tamika, smashing her in the face. She lands hard and the momentum causes her to roll out of the ring. He turns his attention to BRIM and begins leveling him in the midsection with the chair, two, no three times! The chair is bent, Nickleman seems somewhat satisfied, until he sees Fluff again.~
Jones: Someone’s gotta stop this! He should be suspended, if not fired for this post-match beat down. Fluff is defenseless!
Hood: You’re right, Jones. Let’s call Thaddeus Duke and see what kind of punishment he’s going to give The Nickleman. Hahaha, oh, that’s right. They’re friends.
~Nickleman takes the rim of the chair and places it over Fluff’s throat. The Calgary crowd is beyond upset, hurling insults and slurs his way. The noise is deafening as Nickleman smiles before jamming the chair directly into Fluff’s trachea! Several OCW officials rush the scene and pull Fluff to safety on the outside. Tamika gets up, a small amount of blood trickling from her nose, as she yells at Nickleman from the entrance ramp. Nickleman just smiles in the ring, taking in the chorus of boos while clinging to the deformed steel chair in his hand.~
Jones: If I didn’t know any better, I’d say Nickleman is more than OK with losing a match as long as he gets to dish out punishment.
Hood: He’s as hardcore as they come. And we saw tonight he’s actually not a half-bad wrestler either. The entire OCW roster better take notice real quick. This guy means business around here.
Tryin' to get along
Pretendin' that you're oh so shy
I'm a natural ma'am
Doin' all I can
My temperature is runnin' high\\
No one in sight
An' we got so much to share
Talking's fine
If you got the time
But I ain't got the time to spare
Yeah\\
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch me there, where
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch me there, where
There, yeah\\
Needs a little joy
All you do is sit an' stare
Beggin' on my knees
Baby, won't you please
Run your fingers through my hair\\
Whiskey and rye
Don't it make you feel so fine
Right or wrong
Don't it turn you on
Can't you see we're wastin' time, yeah\\
NO!!!!!!!
~But he’s TOO LATE! Fluff’s hand had already hit the mat! He calls for the bell!~
~We open on a wrestling ring in the Dravers Twins parents’ backyard. The twins are in the ring and nameless guys are being kicked in the face with the Seeing Double superkick. Suddenly Jonathan sees the camera and smiles before nudging Nathan~
Nathan: Hold it! Hold it! Wait!
A nameless bozo runs at the twins, not hearing Nathan. The twins roll their eyes and land another Seeing Double superkick. The twins then turn to the camera.
Nathan: It’s time for a preview for the new episode of At Home With The Dravers Twins! And this one…. Is a special one as we have a special guest.
Jonathan: Bring ‘im out, Dad!
The camera cuts to the back door of the house and we see Richard Dravers leading Jones out to the garden.
Jones: I’m really not sure why I’m here…
Richard: But you know who I am right?
Jones then nods and it dawns on Jones where he is.
Jones: Oh…. no….
Jones is led out to the ring by Richard Dravers and turns his head right into a Seeing Double superkick from the twins!
Nathan: Welcome, Jonesey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The twins then turn to the camera.
Jonathan: We may have ‘lost’ against The Influence last week. But look back at the footage - who won really? Those girls are probably out there somewhere with scrambled brains while we are still doing the best damn show on the O Network.
Nathan: The next episode of which is coming out very soon. But girls if you want to fight properly, we’ll be there next week.
The camera cuts to black.
Hood: You were kicked in the face by the twins again?
Jones: I…..I’d completely forgotten about that.
Hood: Haha. That is so awesome!
Jones: No, it wasn't.
Zybala & Grenier vs. Alice & CJ vs. Sons of Krayzie
Jones: Up next, we have an incredible semi-main event as CJ O’Donnell and his lovely girlfriend, former OCW World Champion and Hall of Famer Alice Knight team up to take on The Sons of Krayzie and the team of fellow Hall of Famer and former champ Bob Grenier and Mike Zybala, better known as BAM Z. Even though the bout is a three way tag team match, it will be fought under traditional tag team rules. Meaning, only two competitors will be dubbed the legal man, or woman… at a time. Earlier this evening, the teams drew straws to see which two would start off the match. BAM Z and The Sons of Krayzie won, so a representative from those teams will start things off.
Hood: That really puts CJ O’Donnell and Alice Knight at a major disadvantage. No one has any reason to tag either of them in, so they could actually lose this match without even competing.
Jones: That’s a good point, if they want in on the action they will likely have to get creative in being tagged in. In any event, I’ve been told we’re starting things off with Mike Zybala and Duce Jones.
Hood: These guys are picking up right where they left off two weeks ago, when Duce and Byson defeated Zybala and PIC on the special edition of Tuesday Night Equality before the PPV.
Jones: That was a HUGE win for The Sons of Krayzie, a win that has now secured them a tag title shot next week right here on Massacre. That shot could come against Bob and Zybala or it could be against any two of the PTSD members based on them invoking the Freebird Rule on title defenses.
Hood: Meanwhile, for CJ and Alice, this match will act as a reunion of sorts, as it’s the first time the two of them have shared the ring since Alice made her triumphant return at The Margarita Mix, defeating Scott Stevens and effectively ending his quest to spread the gospel of Best, or whatever the hell nonsense he was spewing.
Jones: Alice showed him why OCW is the place where the big boys and girls play. Stevens clearly couldn’t handle the heat, so he and the rest of the HOW roster members got out of the kitchen.
Hood: Thank God! And I don’t mean Lee Best.
Belvedere: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a triple threat tag team challenge! Introducing first… weighing in at a combined weight of 303 pounds… “The Distinguished” CJ O’Donnell and his better half, OCW HALL OF FAMER… Alice Knight!!!
~”LEVEL" begins to play throughout the arena as the fans begin to 'hoot' like owls while they cheer their OCW hero. She makes her way out of the curtain and onto the stage with a bubbly demeanor waving her hands and arms, flapping them like a bird. The song cuts after a few seconds and we begin to hear “Kings Never Die” by Eminem. The crowd’s cheers turn to boos as CJ O’Donnell steps out onto the stage. He takes his “Hoot” Queen into his arms as the two share a quick kiss, then they head to the ring. Once in the ring, Alice continues to flap as she bounces off the ropes pointing at some of her Owlies fan members, mostly young girls and boys and drunk adults. She rushes the ropes and heads to the middle turnbuckle and makes a flapping wings hand gesture smiling at the crowd. CJ tries to keep a serious expression but he can’t help but smile at her antics.~
Belvedere: Next, coming to the ring at a combined weight of 410 pounds, they are the number one contenders to the OCW tag team titles… Duce Jones, Byson Kaliban… THE SONS OF KRAYZIE!!!
~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. Duce and Byson head down the ramp, focused. They choose not to enter the ring right away, instead staying at ringside while the final team is announced.~
Belvedere: And their opponents… weighing in at a combined weight of 397 pounds… they are YOUR OCW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS… Mike Zybala, Bob Grenier… BAM Z!!!!!
~”Where The Hood At?” by DMX begins to blast through the arena as the fans hop to their feet. Bob Grenier walks out onto the stage, receiving the “hometown” Canadian pop even this far away in Calgary. Mike Zybala joins him on the stage and the two hold the OCW tag team titles high into the air, basking in the ovation from the crowd. The two exchange a high five before heading down to the ring. They walk up the ring steps and pause for a second, making sure it’s safe to enter. They walk right over to Scruff and hand him their tag team title belts. He hands them over to a ringside assistant. All three teams make their ways to their respective corners. Scruff checks their gear. Zybala and Duce enter the ring and Scruff calls for the bell.~
DING DING DING
~Zybala and Duce circle each other. They lock up in the center of the ring. Duce quickly gets the upper hand, spins out, and delivers a snap mare to Zybala. He lands hard on but bounces back to his feet. He rubs his tailbone as the two trade insults. They go for another lockup, but Zybala ducks. He bounces off the ropes and spring boards off with a cross body. Duce bounces back up quickly only for Zybala to hook him and judo throw him over and onto the mat. As Duce gets back to his feet, Zybala unleashes a barrage of kicks to both of Duce’s legs.~
Jones: It’s looking like a fast start for Mike Zybala, who’s already trying to weaken Duce’s legs early on.
Hood: Duce is known for an assortment of knee strikes that can be devastating to his opponents. Zybala is fully aware of what Duce brings to the table and is trying to neutralize that.
~Duce drops to his knees as Zybala rares back and delivers a superkick to Duce’s jaw. Duce falls backwards and rolls away before Zybala can pin him, right into the corner of Alice and CJ! CJ reaches over the top rope and smacks Duce on the back, tagging himself in. He hops over the top rope and levels Zybala with a huge discus clothesline! Zybala is quick to get up but he had his bell rung. He staggers and stumbles right toward CJ, who moves out of the way and delivers a drop toe hold. Zybala’s face bounces off the bottom turnbuckle. CJ pulls him back to the middle of the ring, but instead of going for the pin, he drops a knee right across Zybala’s throat! Zybala rolls around the mat in pain while CJ laughs. He mounts Zybala and levels him with a series of rights and lefts while Zybala attempts to cover up. Scruff tells CJ to get off, but he continues to lay in the punches. Bob Grenier enters the ring and kicks CJ in the back of the head, causing him to roll to the side. CJ lunges towards Bob, but Scruff is there to get between the two. He pushes Bob back into his corner while CJ flips him off. He turns back toward Zybala and drops another knee across his throat! This time, CJ keeps it there and tells Scruff to make a count.~
1!
2! Kickout!!
~Zybala is able to get his left shoulder off the mat. Alice is likely the only person in the building who is cheering CJ on. He grabs Mike by the hair and lifts him to his feet, dragging him to Alice who makes the tag. CJ slams Zybala into the corner as Alice enters the ring, she puts the boots to Zybala’s midsection while CJ holds him in place. CJ exits the ring as Scruff counts to five. Alice waits for Zybala to fight out of the corner, as she grabs his head and sends him crashing to the mat with a swinging neck breaker! She quickly goes for the cover.~
1!
2!!
Kickout!!!
~Zybala once again manages to get his shoulder off the mat. He immediately reaches for his neck and throat area as he’s clearly in a lot of pain. Alice picks him up to his feet, hooks his head under her arm, and attempts a DDT! Zybala spins out, and delivers a desperation Russian Leg Sweep, sending both he and Alice to the mat!~
Jones: Mike Zybala has seemingly been in trouble ever since CJ O’Donnell got involved in the match, but it appears at least for the moment that he’s fighting his way out of it.
Hood: Zybala is an idiot. He gets beat up more than anyone else in the ring and somehow always comes out smelling like roses. This match is far from over, but we haven’t seen the last of him getting his face smashed in.
~Zybala rolls away from Alice and lunges forward, making the tag to Bob Grenier. He enters the ring and immediately puts the boots to Alice’s lower back. He rolls over, reaching for her tailbone. He drops an elbow right into the middle of her back, the hops immediately to his feet and drops another… then another! He gets onto her and places his knee right into the small of her back, grabbing both hands and pulling them back toward him as far as he can. Alice screams out in pain as Bob wrenches in the hold. Scruff asks Alice if she wants to give up. She clearly is fighting with everything she has, but the pressure to her back might be too much. She shakes her head and yells “NO!”, so Bob pulls back even harder. Suddenly, Bob’s head goes flying to the left from a boot to the face… from Byson Kaliban!~
Jones: Oh come on! Bob Grenier almost had the match won there, but Byson interfered causing Bob to break his hold.
Hood: It was a smart move by Byson. He wasn’t about to stand by and allow Bob to pick up the win for BAM Z. This is what makes tag team wrestling so difficult, and three way tag team wrestling next to impossible to keep up with.
Jones: With so much action, one has to wonder who is crazy enough to continue booking these types of matches.
Hood: Clearly someone who has no sympathy for those of us who have to call them.
~Scruff rushes toward Byson, forcing him into his corner. CJ sees that Alice is struggling, so he claps his hands loudly and enters the ring as Scruff turns around, signaling a tag was made. Alice rolls out of the ring while CJ hops onto Bob, pummelling him with a barrage of punches and elbows as Bob covers up. CJ pulls Bob to his feet, attempting to whip him into the only empty corner in the ring. Bob reverses, sending CJ crashing into the corner. Bob stumbles backwards, right into the corner of Duce and Byson, where Byson is waiting. Byson smashes Bob across the back of the head, but Scruff counts it as a tag and now Byson is the legal man. He enters the ring and dumps Bob over the top rope, then picks up a head of steam as he hurdles toward CJ in the corner. He uses CJ’s leg a step and jumps up, smashing him in the face with a knee strike! CJ staggers forward toward the middle of the ring. Byson delivers a HUGE roundhouse kick, sending CJ flying across the ring. Byson plays to the crowd a bit and taunts the other teams, as now all combatants have finally made their way back to their respective corners. He waits for CJ to get to his knees, then runs toward him and delivers yet ANOTHER knee strike, this time connecting with CJ’s nose. CJ grabs at his face and yells out in pain. Byson pushes down onto CJ’s shoulders with a nonchalant pin attempt.~
1!
2! Kickout!!
Jones: Tons of action in this one, Hood. But it certainly appeared that Byson Kaliban could have taken that pinning attempt a little more seriously.
Hood: The guy is just learning how to operate in the ring. He’s a carbon copy of his brother, Duce Jones, but he’s not nearly as accomplished in the wrestling world.
~Byson smiles. He pulls CJ off the mat and drags him to his corner, where he and Duce make the tag. Duce hops over the top rope, snap mares CJ over and into the middle of the ring. He bounces off the ropes, nailing CJ in the face with yet ANOTHER running knee to the face. CJ falls to the mat as Duce hits a rolling senton and goes for the cover.~
1!
2!!
Kickout!!
~Duce smacks the mat, but continues on. He lifts CJ off the mat, hooks him from behind, and connects with a German suplex! Duce holds on, pulls CJ back up, and hits another! He goes for a third, but gets a SUPERKICK to the head, courtesy of Mike Zybala!!!~
Hood: What the hell is that idiot doing in there!?! He’s not legal!
~Duce releases the hold as he rolls to the mat in pain. CJ drops down and crawls to his corner. Byson rushes in, but Zybala hits him with a SUPERKICK! Alice is in… SUPERKICK!! CJ gets back to his feet.. SUPERKICK!!! Zybala is going WILD and so is the crowd. Bob Grenier enters the ring to celebrate… SUPERKICK!!!!~
Jones: HOOOOLLLLLYYYY TOLEDO!!!! Mike Zybala just superkicked everyone in this match, INCLUDING his tag team partner Bob Grenier!!
Hood: Stupid is as stupid does.
~Zybala can’t believe what he just did. He goes to check on Bob as Duce slides back in the ring. Zybala turns around right into a running knee strike!! Zybala is down! Duce grabs him and hoists him up onto his shoulders into a fireman’s carry. He spins him out, right into a single knee facebuster!!! THE FINAL TIC 2.0!!! He drops down for the cover.~
Jones: Duce just nailed Mike Zybala with one of his most vicious maneuvers… but Mike’s not the legal man!!
Hood: It’s been hard to keep up with, but you’re right. Currently Duce Jones and CJ O’Donnell are legal in this match.
~Scruff refuses to count, pointing to CJ who, along with Alice… are slowly getting up in their corner. Duce turns to see Byson slow to get up in his corner and Bob getting to his knees in the ring. He kicks Bob out of the ring, then picks Zybala up and whips him into the empty corner. He runs forward, attempting the Krayzed Knee, but Zybala ducks out of the way! Duce’s knee smashes into the top turnbuckle. Duce grabs his knee in pain, Zybala bounces off the ropes, spins 360 degrees, and backhand slaps Duce up and over the top rope. The fans cheer as Zybala then staggers backwards, right into the corner of CJ and Alice!! CJ smacks Zybala in the back as Scruff acknowledges the tag, then both he and Alice enter the ring.~
Jones: Wait a minute! CJ O’Donnell WAS the legal man… but he just tagged Zybala! Does that mean?
Hood: I think CJ forgot he was legal and just tagged himself OUT!!
~Alice and CJ begin working Zybala over in the corner as Bob rushes the ring. CJ turns and hits a discus clothesline on Bob, turning him inside out in the process. Alice scoops Zybala up and slams him hard to the mat. She looks at CJ, he looks at her, and both point a finger in the air.~
Jones: It looks like the King and Queen of Paramount are headed to the top!
~Alice climbs one corner, CJ climbs another. Alice looks down over Zybala… CJ over Bob Grenier. They nod at each other as the members of BAM Z get to their feet. Both Alice and CJ leap off the top rope simultaneously, each hitting their specialized versions of a missile drop kick!! CJ hops over Bob and grabs Zybala, Alice goes to Bob. CJ hooks in a single leg Boston crab onto Zybala, while Alice locks Bob in the full version.~
Jones: Tandem missile drop kicks and Boston Crabs by Alice and CJ, but I don’t think either of them realize that neither are legal at this point in the match!
~Both CJ and Alice pull back hard on their opponents, wrenching in the Boston Crabs. Scruff is trying to maintain order, but the match has broken down. Zybala has had enough… Bob is fading. Both try to pull themselves to the ropes, but it’s no use. In near perfect syncopation, both begin tapping the mat. CJ and Alice release their holds. CJ raises his hands in the air as Alice comes running and jumps into his arms!~
Jones: CJ and Alice made BAM Z tap out, they think they’ve won!!
Hood: This is why matches like this shouldn’t exist. Paramount won, fair and square! Come on Scruff, do your job!
Jones: He is doing his job. He’s making sure this match is officiated by the books.
~Scruff comes over to CJ and Alice, trying to explain. He motions that Zybala and Duce are the legal men. CJ is pissed. He pushes Scruff, who thinks about disqualifying him, but both CJ and Alice are taken out by FLYING KNEE STRIKES… courtesy of Duce and Byson!!!~
Jones: The Sons of Krayzie are still in this! They mounted the turnbuckles while CJ argued with Scruff. Unbelievable!
~Alice rolls out of the ring and onto the floor. CJ does the same. Byson kicks Bob out of the ring before heading to his corner. Finally, the match has been somewhat restored to order, with both legal men alone in the ring. Duce makes the tag to Byson. Duce snap mares Zybala over into the middle of the ring. Byson bounces off the ropes and smashes Zybala in the face with a basement drop kick. Duce immediately hits a flip senton, while Byson hops to the middle rope and comes off with a fist drop, smashing Zybala in the nose. Byson makes the cover as Duce counts with Scruff.~
1!
2!!
3!!!!
NO!!!!!
~Zybala manages to drape his foot over the bottom rope. Byson can’t believe it. Scruff forces Duce back to his corner as Byson picks Zybala up off the mat. His face is beginning to swell after all of the brutality he’s taken and his nose has a small trickle of blood. Alice wants the tag in the corner. Byson looks at her and does the librarian shhhh thing, which causes Alice to storm the ring. Scruff cuts her off, allowing Duce and Byson to team up on Zybala in their corner. Scruff turns around right as Duce lets go of Zybala. Byson scoops him up and slams him hard in the middle of the ring. He pulls Zybala to his knees, then up to his feet. He positions Zybala between his legs and goes for a piledriver. Zybala fights it off, landing on his feet and instead, hits a back body drop onto Byson! Byson goes flying, right into the corner of Zybala and Bob Grenier. Grenier smacks him in the back as he rushes the ring, before realizing both he and Zybala are now the legal members. Alice yells at Mike, who stops to look at her. She asks for a microphone.~
Alice: Hey Mike, I know we’re in the middle of a match and all… but I have something I have to say to you. CONGRATULATIONS!!!! I saw your announcement! It’s so great that you’re going to be a daddy!!!
~The crowd pops BIG TIME as Mike stands in the ring, misty-eyed from their response. Alice opens her arms wide in the corner, and Zybala walks over, giving her the biggest hug! Alice uses one finger to motion to Scruff to pay attention, then begins patting Zybala on the back with the other hand. Scruff acknowledges the tag! Alice hooks her arms around Zybala, then thrusts him over the top rope and out onto the arena floor!~
Jones: I don’t believe what I just saw! Alice Knight stopped the match to congratulate Mike Zybala on the news he shared this past week that he and Cathy are having a child. Then used the moment to tag herself into the match!
Hood: Classic OCW, baby!
~Alice Knight rushes into the ring as she and Bob begin trading lefts and rights in the middle of the ring. The crowd is on their feet as the two go at it!~
Jones: Fresh legs, and fresh faces! It’s still anyone’s game!
Hood: Just when you think it’s close to being over, here come Alice and Bob Grenier, who have each suffered a good amount of damage tonight, but have had some time to regroup.
Jones: Alice had her back worked over majorly by Bob towards the beginning of this match, and Bob has been smashed in the head on several occasions, not to mention the work that Alice did on him with that Boston Crab!
~Bob gains the upper hand from the exchange and whips Alice into the ropes. He bends over and she kicks him in the face. He stumbles backwards into the ropes himself, then Alice grabs him and hits a swinging neckbreaker! She doesn’t waste any time, hopping up to the top turnbuckle of the empty corner. She lets out a huge “HOOT”, much to the delight of her fans, then launches off, connecting with a big time frog splash right onto Bob Grenier!! She makes the cover, hooking the far leg!~
1!
2!!!
3!!!!!!
~Duce Jones enters the ring, springboards off the bottom rope, and connects with a Shining Wizard knee strike just before Scruff counts the three!! Alice is down. Duce lays in a series of knee strikes to her while CJ still fights to make it to his feet. Scruff gets between Duce and Alice and does his best to get Duce back to his corner. This allows Zybala to pull Bob out of the ring to safety on the arena floor.~
Jones: It was almost over! Duce made an incredible decision there to keep Alice from winning, but in the process he allowed Zybala to rescue his partner.
~Alice hops to her feet and begins going at it with Duce. He ducks under Scruff and the two begin hitting each other in the ring. The two fight toward the ropes as Zybala slides in. He charges toward them with a double clothesline, sending ALL THREE competitors to the ring floor. CJ O’Donnell is almost coherent in his corner, Bob Grenier is pulling himself up by the ring apron on one side of the ring as Byson Kaliban does the same on the side of the ring to his right. Alice Knight, Mike Zybala, and Duce Jones are all three down across from Grenier.~
Hood: This is full blown mayhem! Who’s even legal at this point?!?!
Jones: I believe it’s still Alice and Bob. Remember, Duce broke up Alice’s pin attempt before the melee ensued.
~Byson and Bob are the first to make it fully to their feet and begin going at it at ringside. Bob gains the upper hand and sends Byson flying into the steel steps head first. Byson recoils in pain. Bob rolls Byson into the ring. CJ is now to his feet in his corner. He enters the ring as Byson begins to stand, unloading a series of kicks to every part of Byson’s body. Byson drops to his knees as the kicks continue, until one final kick to the side of the head levels him and knocks him out cold.~
Jones: That series of leg kicks is known as “That’s Distinguished” and is one of the move sets CJ likes to use toward the end of a match before defeating his opponent.
Hood: And CJ would have this match won free and clear, IF he or Byson were the legal men!
~Bob gets into the ring. CJ picks Byson up off the mat and along with Grenier, the two dump Byson over the top rope and out onto the floor once again. CJ and Bob look at each other and do the only thing these guys have ever truly been good at, they begin throwing haymakers. A huge uppercut by Bob, followed by a devastating left hook by CJ! Both men stagger in the ring. CJ goes for a clothesline but Bob ducks. Bob kicks CJ in the gut and positions him in a front chancery.~
Jones: O’Gorman’s Neuce! Bob is about to put CJ O’Donnell away for good!
Hood: We’ve seen countless opponents receive this maneuver on their way to a loss to Bob Grenier.
~Bob begins to apply torque to CJ’s neck. The camera cuts to outside the ring where Mike Zybala and Duce Jones are trading shots and fighting into the crowd. Byson Kaliban is laid out on the other side of the ring. But where’s Alice Knight?~
Jones: Hood, look up on the top turnbuckle!!
Hood: Is it a bird? Is it a plane?
Jones: NO! It’s ALICE FREAKING KNIGHT!!!
~Alice flies off the top rope, spearing Bob Grenier down, causing him to release the front chancery on CJ in the process. The crowd pops for the move, but now it’s a 2-on-1 with the Paramount members standing over Bob. CJ picks Bob off the mat and holds him while Alice kicks him in the gut. She hooks him and delivers a vicious Dirty Deeds DDT!~
Jones: The Apache!!
~Alice goes for the cover. Scruff slides to count the pin, not noticing CJ pushing all of his weight down on Alice as well.~
1!!
2!!!
3!!!!!!!
DING DING DING
Belvedere: Here are your winners… the team of CJ O’DONNELL AND ALICE KNIGHT!!!!!!!
~CJ and Alice take a quick moment to celebrate in the ring, but exit when they see Byson stirring on the outside. The embrace on the entrance ramp in front of the mixed crowd, then finally make their way to the backstage area. Duce and Zybala continued to fight throughout all of that but now go to check on their respective partners. Zybala gets Bob up on the corner while Duce does the same with Byson on the outside. Duce and Byson begin shouting at BAM Z and they return the favor to the Sons of Krayzie on the outside!~
Jones: Ladies and gentlemen this is wild! Next week, right here on Massacre, the team of BAM Z, or some other combination of PTSD, will be taking on the Sons of Krayzie for the tag team titles.
Hood: But tonight, it wasn’t either of those teams going home with the victory, as somehow or another the Hoot Queen herself secured the victory for the Paramount members.
Jones: The tag team division is certainly heating up, I mean… if the tag titles were of interest to Paramount, that team right there is as dynamic a duo as I’ve ever seen. You’d have to rank them at or near the top of the division after tonight.
Hood: There are so many amazing tag teams right now. Sons of Krayzie, The Influence, The Dravers Brothers… if you add a couple bonafide superstars to the mix things could get very interesting in the weeks to come.
NO!!!!!!!!!!
~ The Faithful cheer loudly as Tamika is shown on the OCWtron in the back hallways. She’s at a door that has “LEO Head Booker” scribbled on a piece of paper and taped to said door. Off to the side, John Nash Strader is seen chatting up ADI GOLD. ~
Tamika Strader: Come on, Leo! I know you are in there! Open up!
~ She bangs a few more times before shaking her head in defeat. ~
Tamika Strader: Ugh, this guy. Nowhere near the experience or the brains needed to be the booker, but he sucked enough butthole and gets the job. Yet I am the one that held people back and didn’t allow opportunities for people. What a joke all of this is.
John Nash Strader: What do you even want to see that guy for?
Tamika Strader: I want a shot at the TransAtlantic title. Bring it relevance again since returning to the “Hot-Potato” status it was before.
John Nash Strader: You really think their lackey is going to book that match?
~ Tamika shrugs and nods. ~
Tamika Strader: Well, out of everyone on this roster, I deserve a shot the most. I was undefeated until I lost the Craze championship, and I never got a rematch as Crash did after he lost the first time. The twins are getting another Craze shot, so again I ask, why wouldn’t he?
John Nash Strader: Because they hate you, Meeka.
~ Tamika’s palms open, gesturing toward her twin brother that he is right. ~
Tamika Strader: Valid point, but they know if they book it, it will be a massive draw for the company. Everyone wins, especially us Straders, when I show these fools what a real STRONG and PROUD champion looks like!
~ Tamika, all fired up, feels her iPhone vibrate in her back pocket. She looks at the screen that has a picture of Harold. ~
Tamika Strader: Harold, what’s up?
~ She goes quiet and then shakes her head. ~
Tamika Strader: You gotta be kidding me. Alright, alright. Call the pilot, and get the Strader Inc jet ready to fly.
~ She hangs up and starts making her down the hall. John calls after her. ~
John Nash Strader: What’s wrong?
Tamika Strader: Another cyber attack on R&D at Strader Inc. I had a reservation for all of us at the 1410 Beerhaus on the Red Mile; take Adi. I’ll call ya later.
~ John looks at Adi and smiles his signature grin at her. ~
John Nash Strader: Well, you heard my crazy sister. Let me buy you a beer and something to eat.
Adi Gold: That sound’s eggcellent. Let’s get crackin’.
~ John laughs at her cheesy pun attempt as he looks back over in the direction his sister left, a look of concern on his face. ~
CJ: Well well well if it isn’t the OCW Savage Champion.
~PIC turns around ready for a fight. CJ puts his hands up.~
CJ: Easy there champ I am not looking for any trouble. I just want to talk. Who’Re as much as we get along this doesn’t concern you and you love to gossip. You make a mountain out of a molehill and over exaggerate things. So please let the _men_ talk…
~Who’Re flips her hair arrogantly and storms off. PIC takes off the OCW Savage Championship and tosses it onto his left shoulder CJ looks at the belt for a split second and then looks at PIC.~
CJ: First of all, I heard about what went down this past week. How is Sarah? Congrats on winning the Margarita Mix by the way.
PIC: She’s… well I was going to say fine but if you heard about it then you know she’s not. The surgery was a success. She lost a large amount of blood but the doctors seem hopeful. I honestly wasn’t sure if I should even be here tonight… but she insisted I come and defend the title. I’ve got a red eye booked to get right back to New York as soon as the show’s over.
CJ: Did you see what Sahara did earlier? Total disrespect.
PIC: Yeah, I saw. I wouldn’t have expected anything less from her and her husband. If your last name isn’t Duke, they couldn’t care less. She said she beat me on the way to becoming Transatlantic Champion… last I checked the only time the two of us were in the ring she was on the losing end in the Margarita Mix. After how they treated Easton, and now Cypher… they’ll get what’s coming to them soon enough. Honestly though, I do appreciate your concern, but I need to focus on the task at hand tonight. I’ve already got way too many distractions in my life right now.
CJ: I’m glad she seems to be doing better, and you are absolutely right. I am not here for small talk. You know me, I’m here to talk business. Listen PIC I have a proposition for you.
~CJ pauses for a moment as PIC doesn’t blink an eye as he just stares at O’Donnell.~
CJ: How about you join Paramount?
PIC: Dude, seriously? After what I just told you? I don’t even have time to think about this kind of stuff. I’ve told TLS the same thing in the past. I’m not an aggressor by nature. If you come at me, you’re gonna get yours. I think you know that by now. But I’m not out there picking fights just for bragging rights. Paramount and PTSD have their thing going, and I think it’s great for the business, honestly. The fans are eating it up. Just do me a favor and leave me out of it.
CJ: I truly get it you are not a fan of stables but strength in numbers my friend. TLS either has a major crush on you or he stepped up his stalker game. Everything TLS does is for a reason and he has a plan. I may not see eye to eye with him but he is a master manipulator and knows how to choose his words wisely to get what he wants. What do you say?
~PIC sighs, then shifts the title to his other shoulder as he continues.~
PIC: CJ, you really do seem like a solid dude. Under different circumstances I think we could definitely work together. But the way things are, with Sarah in the hospital and all this side nonsense I’m dealing with between Willie and Adi… I just need to be my own man. But trust me when I say, I know more than anyone just how manipulative Tommy can be. I don’t know exactly what he’s got planned for tonight, but I’m ready for whatever.
CJ: You know PIC I respect you so much. You have always been upfront and honest with me that tonight it is a favor from me to you. I got your back. I don’t trust TLS being the special guest referee; he is up to something. So if anything fishy happens I will be there to make sure it stops as soon as it starts.
PIC: I appreciate that. I think I’ll need it, but I guess it can’t hurt to have a plan in place. Just promise me one thing… Neither you nor any of Paramount gets involved unless TLS makes the first move.
~CJ extends his hand toward PIC, who extends his as well.~
CJ: Deal.
PIC: Thanks… now I’ve got a title to defend.
~PIC turns, shifting the belt once again to the other shoulder as he walks off to the right side of the camera and out of sight. CJ stands there for a moment, then turns in the other direction and begins walking down the hallway. From inside one of the rooms he hears some grunts. Curious, he opens the door to see “Throw Back” Steve Black doing a bench press with three huge 45 pound weights on both sides of the bar. Lonnie Smith is by his side.~
Steve: Nine hundred ninety-eight… nine hundred ninety-nine… one thousand!!!
~Steve sits up, sweat pouring off his face. He notices CJ in the doorway and greets him.~
Steve: Oh, hey! CJ McDonald, right? I didn’t see you there. My performance earlier tonight was good, but I know I can do better. Was just doing some bench presses to get better. Don’t know if you heard… but I just did a thousand of them. Pretty easy too. Hahaha… better watch out, I might just pump… you up! Hahahaha. You get it.
~CJ doesn’t get it. No one gets it. CJ goes to speak but nothing comes out. That’s a first. Is The Distinguished One stumped? CJ turns around and walks out of the room just shaking his head mumbling to himself. Steve shrugs his shoulders and takes a sip of his protein shake. CJ walks back in as he seems to have found his words.~
CJ: Who da FOOK are you? And why da FOOK are you wearing facepaint? Did we go back in time or something? What da FOOK is OCW turning into. Wow a MacDonald joke? When did we go back to first grade with the insults?
~Steve is taken aback to CJ’s attitude. He almost looks… offended? Suddenly he perks up, then wags his finger in CJ’s direction as he smiles.~
Steve: Ronnie, baby… you really had me going there for a second. Thought maybe the Hamburgler stole your sandwich or something. Haha. We already got that Lost Stranger guy… we don’t need any more sad clowns running around... amiright? But hey, I got a telegram the other day… sounds like me and you get to mix things up in the ring later this month. In something called… Kazakhstan? I dunno… Lonnie?
Lonnie: The Crash Rodriguez Kids are Expensive Wrestling Extravaganza… the CRKAEWE.
Steve: Heck yeah! Awesome sauce! But I’m tellin’ Ronald McDonald about sauces, like he ain’t the king of em… anywho. Good to meet you, my man. Can’t wait to shake things up at the Cr… at the thing. See ya later alligator!
~Steve wipes his face with a towel and puts it on CJ’s shoulder, patting him on the back as he walks out of the room. CJ stands there, still in shock as Lonnie also sneaks past. A few seconds go by, and then…~
CJ: FOOK!!!
PIC (c) (14-3) vs. Easton Alexander (15-10)
Jones: Okay. Main event time. Easton gets a shot at the Savage title.
Hood: He earned this shot all the way back at Truth or Consequences but was too busy stealing other people’s kids to take advantage of the opportunity.
Jones: Well it’s happening now and it’s going to be a great match.
Belvedere: LADIES AND GENTLE THIS IS THE MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING! AND IT IS FOR THE OCW SAVAGE TITLE! THIS MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR 1 FALL. THE SPECIAL REFEREE FOR THIS MATCH IS THE LOST STRANGER!
Jones: I’m curious as to why TLS wanted to be the special referee for this match. Is he trying to protect his frenemey PIC?
Hood: Or is he jealous that PIC won the MIX and is exacting revenge?
~ The crowd is looking around as there is no referee in the ring. An OCW crew member climbs into the ring, hen says something into Belvedere’s ear. ~
Belvedere: Sorry folks, I’ve just been informed that TLS will not be able to referee this match. His replacement will be SCRUFF!!!!
~ The crowd boos loudly as Scruff runs down to the ring. ~
Jones: What the hell is going on with TLS?
Hood: He’s unreliable, this is the second time he’s no showed for something he’s signed up for.
Jones: Well let’s get this match going.
~The opening riff of Love the Subhuman Self by AISHA starts to play, the crowds attention is turned towards the ramp as the lights dim, just as the lyrics begin, Easton Alexander walks onto the stage, wearing his red and black ring jacket.
BREAK YOURSELF INSIDE OUT... SHE TOLD ME
Easton stares at the spotlight that follows him down the ramp, eyeing the crowd as they give him a mixed reaction, the boos and the cheers fly in as he hops up on the ring apron. basking in the light.
OHHHH LULLABY.
Easton jump into the ring and climbs the to the middle turnbuckle, pointing out to the cheap seats and too the front row, as he sings along with the theme.
SOOOOO CARRY ONNNNN.
The chorus repeats again, with Easton belting out his own passionate rendition, Easton jumps off the ropes to head to the other across the ring, he points at belvedere, who starts the introduction.
Belvedere: From North Bay Ontario, Canada... He stands 6 foot, 1 inches tall and he weighs in at 219 pounds... HE IS THE CANADIAN DRAGON...
Easton hops on the opposite turnbuckle and throws his hand in the air, extending his index and middle fingers. he brings them down and runs them across his throat.
Belvedere: EASTON... ALLLLLLLLLEXANDER.
Easton holds on the ropes as the music dies down, once again taking in the hate and the admiration of the fans, he jumps down, and stands in his corner, checking the strength of the ropes.
Jones: Easton looking like a young Daemon Targaryan. If he pulls this off it will be the biggest win of his young career.
Hood: Don’t make any Game of Thrones references Jones, we all know Bran ends up being the King.
~The intro to "Raise Your Hands" by Bon Jovi begins to play over the PA system as the crowd erupts in cheers.~
Belvedere: Now making his way to the ring, originally from Charleston, South Carolina and weighing in at 232 pounts... He is your OCW SAVAGE CHAMPION... PIC!!!
~The crowd jumps to their feet and begin to dance and sing along as PIC runs out onto the ramp.~
You, you got a nasty reputation
RAISE YOUR HANDS! when you wanna let it go
WOOOOOAAAAAHHHH!!!!
RAISE YOUR HANDS!
~PIC joins them in singing the verse, then thrusts his first in the air as the first "Raise Your Hands" hits. He then sprints to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and into the middle of the ring, where he drops to one knee and gives a double gun salute. He takes a moment to himself, then stands and removes his vest and the Savage Championship belt and hands them to the referee.~
Jones: PIC reaching out to Easton for a handshake.
Hood: What are they doing they’re not here to make friends, this is for a title.
~ Easton reaches his hand over to PIC, but instead of grabbing it, he slaps it away. PIC shoves Easton, Easton shoves him back. They begin to exchange punches, PIC lands a blow that rocks Easton who uses the ropes to stay on his feet. PIC points at him and says something. “Don’t ever disrespect me like that kid.” Easton uses this opportunity to bounce himself off the ropes and delivers a superman punch that knocks PIC down. Easton lifts PIC’s right arm up then delivers a leg drop on it. He follows that up by slamming the same arm on the mat. ~
Jones: Easton working on that arm there.
Hood: He’s making sure PIC can’t log in to pornhub tonight.
~ Easton grabs PIC and stands him up. He hooks him in and delivers a suplex that sends PIC crashing down. PIC writhes in pain as Easton again is working on that arm, this time stomping at it. The crowd begins to chant “LET’s GO PIC! LET:S GO PIC!”. Easton goes for an armbar, but PIC is able to reverse it and rolls himself on top of Easton. PIC hops to his feet and clutches his arm. He shakes it off and waits for Easton to stand up. Easton gets up and charges at PIC with a clothesline, PIC ducks under, spins around and throws a right punch at Easton. ~
Jones: It looks like his right arm may be hurting, that punch had very little impact.
Hood: Or maybe he just punches like a girl.
Jones: Hey now, can’t say that anymore on television.
~ Easton shakes off the punch and they get into a collar and elbow tie up. Easton is able to push the weak arm of PIC’s over, duck under and hook both his arms around PIC waist from behind. PIC reverses by snatching Easton’s left arm, twisting it then spinning around and gets himself behind Easton with both arms hooked around his waist. Easton swings an elbow backwards that misses, he tries to pull PIC’s hands off but to no avail. PIC takes his right leg and kicks the back of Easton’s knee forcing him to drop to one knee, he kicks the other knee, then releases his grip, takes a couple steps back and delivers a knee to the back of Easton’s skull. Easton falls limp on the canvas. PIC rolls him over and goes for the pin. ~
1!!!!!
Jones: That was a real fast count by Scruff.
Hood: What do you expect Jones? He just worked that triple threat tag match. And now TLS no showing and Fluff getting beaten down he’s putting in overtime.
~ Easton barely gets a hand up. PIC grabs Easton up and drops him with a scoop slam. PIC grabs Easton and stands him up. He whips Easton against the ropes, then delivers a discus clothesline. Easton falls down on the mat, but PIC is clutching his arm. ~
Jones: I think the more PIC tries to use that arm, the more it’s going to hurt him. I wonder if he’s ambidextrous.
Hood: Maybe he’s not smart enough to realize he shouldn’t try those types of moves now that his arm is messed up.
~a middle aged overweight bearded guy who looks like he lives in his mom’s basement is seated in the front row, he holds up a sign that reads, “EASTON IS SEXY!”. He starts a “LET’S GO EASTON!” chant. Half the crowd begins to chant along with him. PIC stands Easton up, then drops him with an atomic drop. He immediately goes for the PIC lock. ~
Jones: If PIC hooks this it will be all over.
Hood: Good, I’m ready for bed.
~ Easton starts kicking away with his feet causing PIC to not have a good grasp, PIC tries to flip him over, but Easton’s foot slips through the arm that is injured. Easton throws a kick upward from the mat that connects squarely on PIC’s chin. PIC Staggers backwards as Easton gets up and delivers a clothesline that sends PIC over the ropes and out of the ring. Easton grips the top rope as PIC gets up slowly, as soon as PIC is standing Easton leaps over the ropes and out of the ring and delivers a diving forearm. Easton quickly grabs PIC by his hair and tosses him back into the ring. Easton slides in and hooks PIC up into a Northern Lights Suplex. Scruff goes for the count.~
1!!!!!!!
Jones: Another fast count by Scruff.
Hood: He’s just being consistent.
~ Easton stands PIC up and delivers a series of forearms followed by a rolling elbow. PIC is still on his feet but he is dazed. Easton climbs the top rope and leaps off with a missile drop kick, but PIC moves out of the way at the last second. Easton crashes hard on the canvas. PIC grabs Easton and whips him hard to the turnbuckle. PIC charges and delivers a splash in the corner. He follows it up by lifting Easton up and has him seated on the top turnbuckle. PIC climbs to the top and hooks Easton up for a superplex, but Easton punches PIC in the ribs, causing PIC to lose his grip. Easton delivers another punch, then hooks PIC in and Stands up on the top turnbuckle. He lifts PIC up and drops him with an awkward looking FALCON ARROW!~
Jones: OH MY GOD. PIC landed really hard. What a move by Easton.
Hood: Easton is emptying his bag tonight. Winning that savage title would be a huge step in his career.
~ Easton rolls on top of PIC and goes for another pin. ~
1!!!!
~ Easton slams his hand on the mat in frustration. He goes for an armbar on the already injured arm and tries to snap it. PIC is screaming in pain. ~
Jones: Will PIC tap out? Or will Easton snap his arm?
Hood: PIC is probably too dumb to tap.
~ Easton continues to pull back on the arm, PIC uses all his might to reach with his foot and is able to place it on the bottom rope. Scruff calls for Easton to break the hold. Easton holds on for a couple seconds before finally releasing the arm. PIC clutches his arm as Easton begins to kick at him. PIC rolls away to the outside of the ring to escape the barrage of boots from Easton. Easton yells for PIC to get back in the ring. PIC rubs his injured arm then looks up at Easton. He quickly slides back in the ring and is greeted with a thrust kick that makes him bounce off the rope. Easton uses PIC’s momentum and hits him with a snapmare followed by a penalty kick. Easton points to the overweight fan in the front row. He grabs PIC and puts him in for the Dragon Driver. He lifts PIC up, but PIC is able to reverse it by placing his legs around Easton’s head and flipping him over with a hurricanrana. ~
Jones: I’ve never seen anyone do that, what a counter!
Hood: It would have been all over if Easton hit the Dragon Driver.
~ The fans are chanting his name and urging him on as PIC tries to mount some offense. PIC stands Easton up and delivers a drop kick. He drags Easton to the center of the ring, then heads to the corner and climbs the turnbuckle. Easton starts to get up slowly as PIC waits patiently for him to get to his feet. As soon as Easton is on his feet PIC leaps off with a high arching cross body, but Easton is able to reverse it into a powerslam. The crowd yells “OH SHIT!”. Easton runs to the corner and climbs the top rope and quickly leaps off with a frog splash! He stays on top of PIC for the pin.~
1!!!!!
SHOULDER UP!
Jones: Again another near pinfall.
Hood: I think that was a slow count.
~ Easton grabs PIC head and begins to slam it against the mat repeatedly in frustration. He then gets into position and hooks PIC in a standing dragon sleeper. Easton has the move in tight. And looks for Scruff to motion for the submission but Scruff has his back turned, and his sipping from a water bottle.~
Jones: What is Scruff doing? Now is not the time for a water break.
Hood: He’s been busy tonight, he’s earned it.
~ Easton yells for Scruff who is slow to respond. Easton drops PIC with reverse ddt. He then grabs PIC's already injured arm and drops an elbow on it, then another and another. ~
Jones: Easton’s strategy has paid off, PIC’s offense tonight has been affected by not being able to use his dominant hand.
Hood: Well he’d better find a way to get some offense going.
~ Easton stands PIC up and sizes him up, PIC stands there dazed, his right arm limp. He hits him with a burning lariat. PIC crumples to the floor. Scruff finally comes back around. Easton places PIC so that his neck is directly underneath the bottom rope. Easton grabs PIC's feet then falls backwards causing PIC’s neck to smack against the bottom rope. Easton then drags PIC into the center of the ring and goes for the sharpshooter. PIC kicks at him, preventing him from getting a clean grasp. Easton gives up on the hold and takes a step back. He’s tried everything at this point and has not been able to put PIC away. Easton marches back over to PIC and hooks him up and hits him with THE CURSED NIGHT!!!! He goes for the cover.~
1!!!!!!!
Shoulder up at the last split second.
Jones: I thought that was going to be it. Even with Scruff’s fast counts PIC was able to get a shoulder up.
Hood: I think that was 3.
~ Easton looks over at Scruff who just shrugs at him. PIC crawls to a corner and tries to recuperate as Easton turns his attention back to PIC. Easton charges the corner and attempts a running knee, but PIC dodges it in time. Easton is stuck in the turnbuckle as PIC gathers himself and gets up. He grabs Easton from the back and drops him with a back suplex. The crowd is up on its feet. PIC slowly makes his way to a downed Easton, his right arm sort of dangling. Using his left hand, he grabs Easton by his hair and stands him up. PIC whips him against the ropes, Easton rebounds and leapfrogs over as PIC ducks. Easton rebounds back again and this time PIC drops to the mat as Easton hops over him. Easton rebounds from the ropes again and this time PIC goes for a clothesline. Easton ducks under, stops in his tracks and grabs PIC, spins him around and gives him an open hand slap across the face. PIC doesn’t take the slap lightly as he slaps Easton back with his left hand. But the impact isn't as effective. Easton laughs it off and slaps him again, and again and again. PIC staggers as Easton cocks back for a giant slap. Easton swings. PIC ducks under the arm and is able to get Easton on his shoulder, he spins him around and drops him with THE SHOWSTOPPA! The crowd goes wild!!! PIC stumbles and lands on Easton. Scruff goes for the count.
1!!!!!!
The bell rings.
Belvedere: Ladies and gentlemen here is your winner and STILL SAVAGE CHAMPION. PIC!!!!!!!
Jones: And PIC retains the title.
Hood: That was a fast count.
Jones: Was it?
~PIC looks up at Scruff who quickly rolls away and exits the ring. PIC realizes something was off with the officiating as he struggles to his ring, looking around for some kind of official~
Jones: TLS was set to officiate this match only for Scruff to come down and, well, officiate this match as though he wanted it to end the moment it began.
Hood: WEAK ASS BOOKING
~PIC reaches through the ropes, receiving his Savage Title. He heads for a corner and climbs, holding his title up high. He turns, seeing Scruff exiting through the curtain, disappearing...PIC looks on, a bit perturbed. Easton, meanwhile, is on the mat, still recovering from The Showstoppa~
Jones: Easton gave it his all tonight but he came up just a bit short.
Hood: He’s getting there. He just ran into PIC who, is probably the hottest wrestler in the business right now.
Jones: He’s looked downright unbeatable since June. Easton will get another shot, no doubt about it.
Hood: Agreed.
Jones: Alright fans, that’ll do it for this week’s Massacre! We’ll catch you next week!
~We fade out to PIC remaining on the middle buckle, Savage Title over his shoulder, continuing to look bothered by the way the officiating was handled tonight. We fade out~
WE KNOW DEEP DOWN
THERES NO WAY.
EVEN IF I SMASH, THE MIRROR HOW DO WE LOOK.
DONT STOP UNTIL I FALL IN FLAMES
STAY WITH... STAY WITH ME UNTIL THE ENNNND OF TIIIIME.
LOVE THE SUB-HUMAN SELF.
TIME GOES ON, LASTING ROAD
I LEFT MY RE-GRET
We're in a sticky situation
It's down to me and you
So tell me, is it true?
They say there ain't nobody better
Well, now that we're together
Show me what you can do
You're under the gun, out on the run
Gonna set the night on fire
Out on the run, under the gun
Playin' to win
RAISE YOUR HANDS! when you wanna let a feeling show
RAISE YOUR HANDS! from new york to chicago
RAISE YOUR HANDS! new jersey to tokyo
2!!!!!
HAND UP!!!!
2!!!!!!!
3…KICK OUT!!!!!!
2!!!!
Kick out!!!
2!!!!!
3!!!NO!!!!!
2!!!!!!!
3….NO!!!!!
2!!!!!!
3!!!!!!