LIVE! September 13th 2021
From The OCW Arena
~We open the show cold. We’re backstage, outside the office of GM Who’Re. Grace Rimmer leans against the wall, near the entry into Who’Re’s soon-to-be former office. Her head is down, she’s sniffling. Several members of diVersity wander around, their shoulders slumped, their heads down. It’s a very somber, sad atmosphere. Leo struts into view~
Leo: Sup, ladies.
~They ignore him. He marches into Who’Re’s office~
Leo: What up, gurrrrl.
~A stapler flies his way~
Leo: Geezus, calm your tits, woman!
Who’Re: You get the fuck out of here! You ruined this! You took my dream job away!
Leo: Whoa, whoa, I ain’t no snitch, now you just…
~Who’Re finds a pair of scissors. She points the dangerous end at Leo and marches his way. Leo isn’t a fool...he turns and sprints out of her office, running far, far away. Who’Re drops the scissors and collapses into her chair. She’s devastated. There is a knock at the door. It’s Cap Slock~
Who’Re: What.
Cap Slock: SORRY TO BOTHER YOU, MA’AM. BUT MR. WELSH IS HERE AND HE’S READY TO GET THIS OFFICE SET UP FOR THE NEW GENERAL MANAGER.
~Who’Re nods. She reaches into her purse and tosses the keys to the OCW Arena atop the barren desk. She slips the purse over her shoulder and stands, taking one, final lasting look at the office that was hers for a brief but spectacular time period. She knocks on the desk and moves to leave...as she does, Victoria Strader bumps into her~
Who’Re: Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry. Wait...Strader, right?
Victoria: You can call me Vee. There are so many of us Strader’s it’s best not to get us confused. I’m the level headed one though. Have you gotten my messages?
~Who'Re hesitates. It's kinda clear that she HAS been getting those messages. But, it's not exactly something she wants to admit...especially given her sudden termination~
Who'Re: I have not! Ya know, that guy Leo...pretty to look at, but a total mess when it comes to his job. May I ask what you were inquiring about?
Victoria: Listen, I am not your wife, no need to spin tales, I’m ok with you and the secretary having your thing.
~Victoria smiles and sits down in front of the desk and places her hands in her lap looking up at Who’re~
Victoria: I want a OCW contract. I am relatively new to the business but I come from a long line of wrestlers, and if OCW signs me, they’ll have a fourth generation future OCW star! I mean, you signed a second generation from the future! Why not a fourth generation of the present?
~Who'Re leans against the doorway a bit, contemplating the offer. Normally, she'd reject the application...that's kinda been her thing. But her run as GM ends in...well, by the sounds of it...very, very soon~
Voice Outside: Mr. Welsh is here! He's coming!
~Who'Re scowls. She drops her purse on the desk and rips open a drawer where the OCW contracts reside. She yanks one out and slaps it on the desk~
Who'Re: You know what, Vee? I like your initiative. And given who's about to take this place over, we could use as many people like you as possible. So, let's make this official.
~Who'Re hurriedly fills in the blanks before spinning the contract around and sliding it toward Vee. Victoria’s eyes go wide and happily takes the pen presented to her as she scribbles ‘Victoria Strader, Queen Vee’ in the areas necessary to become a contracted talent of OCW. Victoria is on her feet, holding the contract up in the air bringing it down quickly for a kiss before she hands it back to Who’re.~
Victoria: OCW will not regret this! Yeeek!!! Gotta find mom and give her the news!
~Victoria is gone as quickly as she appeared on the hunt for her mother, and 40 year old best friend Matthew Knox leaving Who’re in the office, smiling. Who’Re snatches her purse and tosses the strap over her left shoulder. She exits...as she does, she runs into Welsh~
Marcus Welsh: Adios, Whore.
Who’Re: I can see you’re all class, as usual, Marcus. Here.
~She hands her keys over. Welsh carefully counts each one, making sure none have been left out. As he counts, he speaks~
Marcus Welsh: I trust everything is the way it should be in there...you didn’t sabotage anything, did you?
Who’Re: No, Marcus...I’m not like some people.
~She starts to leave, but pauses~
Marcus Welsh: I might have left a surprise for you on the desk, however.
~Who’Re walks away. Welsh looks up, wondering what the heck she’s talking about. He enters the office and stares at the contract. He pounds the desk with his fist~
Marcus Welsh: Fuckin whore!
~We cut to a graphic~
~The crowd goes wild when they see the graphic! Victoria Strader is officially a member of the OCW roster!!! The image fades out and into the SOLD OUT OCW Arena! The fans are on their feet, super stoked to have Massacre back. We pan the crowd for a moment...a few signs are noticeable. “I’M THE NEW GM!” “MY DICK IS ACCEPTING APPLICATIONS!” and “PETER VAUGHN IS CLEANING COCKS!” Wait, what?! We zoom in to find that the ‘L’ is faded. Somebody should bring let that fan know...anyway, we cut to the announce team of Smith and Hood~
Smith: Hello again everyone and welcome BACK to Monday Night Massacre! I show that first aired in November of 1999!
Hood: And we’ve been here for every fucking episode. What have I done with my life?
Smith: More than most, I’d say! Fans, we’d like to thank Cheasy M for holding the fort down while OCW continued to rebuild to the point where Massacre could return. Piledriver was a tremendous success and none of that would have been possible without our charismatic colleague, Cheasy M.
Hood: I was surprised, to be honest. I thought Cheasy M died in a plane crash nearly 20 years ago.
Smith: Only OCW personality I can recall dying in a plain crash was Truda. Cheasy M has been alive and well all these years traveling the United States.
Hood: Well, good for him, I guess.
Smith: Anyway...Massacre is back and the format is going to be a little different than what you diehard OCW fans are used to. Massacre is going to feature, primarily, young talent looking to earn their way on to the OCW marquee, Pay Per View events.
Hood: Yep...young talent, talent in search of a much needed win...a chance for people to hone their craft and build themselves up.
Smith: Indeed...but that doesn’t mean the stars won’t compete every once in awhile on Monday nights...like tonight, we’ve got Supreme Machine and Matthew Knox...both using Massacre as a vehicle to debut and familiarize this OCW crowd with who they are and what they do.
Hood: Smart move...which is no surprise when it comes to those two successful veterans.
Smith: We’re also going to get our first in-ring look at Ross Hanson. He’s been featured in segments. He backed Ian Dream up at ringside during his match against Crash at Under the Lights. But, tonight, the spotlight is solely on Ross as he takes on Jack Puffer.
Hood: Hanson is way more talented than he’s being credit for. We’re gonna see that tonight.
Smith: And, making his singles debut...Margarita Mix success story, Bam Miller!
Hood: Bam carried LC Pinkston to the semi-finals of the MIX. Now that he’s broken free and able to compete for himself and only himself...I think he’s going to do very well.
Smith: A very talented competitor. And, in tonight’s Main Event...a match for an OCW Contract. It all started in the first round of the MIX.
Hood: Yep, Cashe laid Lexi out and bolted, effectively fucking over her chance at winning the MIX.
Smith: And, when given the opportunity to apologize and earn a contract, Cashe wound up KILLING Lexi’s pet snake.
Hood: Did humanity a favor, if you ask me.
Smith: But, Lexi got revenge in the form of a BIGGER snake.
Hood: Ugh
Smith: Tonight, it all gets settled. Lexi Gold and Jason Cashe in the ring for an OCW Contract!
Hood: Fingers crossed it’s Cashe. We’ve got enough metaphorical snakes roaming the halls of OCW...we don’t need any LITERAL serpents.
Smith: Well fans...as always, we could sit here and hype the heck out of what’s to come...but showing always beats telling...so let’s head down to the ring for the RETURN of Supreme Machine!
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Currently in the ring...Clubbin Man!!
~Clubbin Man does some club dance moves, spinning around and thrusting his hips. The fans remain unimpressed...but that doesn’t cramp Clubbin Man’s style...he’s owning the non-existent beat~
Belvedere: And, his opponent…
~The fans start to chant ‘SuMa! SuMa!’...it’s clear the OCW audience is very excited for the return of Supreme Machine~
“From Now on We are Enemies... You and I”
~The spoken intro of “Warheart” by Children of Bodom seeps from the PA system as the Arena goes completely black. The rapidfire drumming of the song and the intro riff hits the arena like a ten ton hammer and as the growling vocals by Alexi Laiho begin, some fog begins to form on the entranceway.~
“I'm an outcast on the path of rebound
Warheart! No remains from compassion or love
~Slowly, a figure can be seen walking into the fog, spreading its hands into a crucifix pose as a bright light backlits it.~
"I have chosen night to be my guide
Warheart! No remains from compassion or love
I'm the warheart, I'm dying to win the battle I live everyday
~The shadow pulls its hands back, crossing em on its chest, causing a large pyro, which evaporates the fog, revealing The Supreme Machine standing there, his head held down and hands crossed across his chest. As the lights begin to slowly return, SuMa glares around from beneath his hair, and begins to slowly walk towards the ring. As he reaches the ring, he slowly slides in from through the ropes, gets up in the middle of the ring and whips his head up in a rapid motion, revealing his masked face~
Belvedere: From The Boiler Room...standing 6’9 and weighing in at 315lbs...he is a former OCW Savage Champion...Supreme Machine!!!
Smith: Supreme Machine back in a OCW ring! This is something I’ve wanted to see for a long, long time.
Hood: Yea, last time we saw SuMa he was in a Boiler Room defeating Mack O’Connor.
Smith: Yep...this man has all the makings of continuing his legacy and becoming an OCW Hall of Famer!
~Belvedere gets out of the ring. Scruff calls for the bell. It rings and the fans stand, eager to see if Supreme Machine is as dominant as they remember~
Smith: And here we go! Supreme Machine is BACK
Hood: Does he still have it? Or, are we getting old man...over the hell SuMa?
~Clubbin Man struts toward SuMa...he starts to dance. He invites SuMa to dance along with him...he mentions impressing ‘the babes’. We get a shot of a few women in the audience...they are unequivocally annoyed~
Smith: Maybe I’m seeing things or just haven’t been ‘clubbing’ in awhile...but Supreme Machine does not strike me as the type to frequent and enjoy the club atmosphere.
Hood: Only clubbing he does is with his fists, Smith. Something ole Clubbin Man is about to find out.
~Clubbin Man yells ‘C’mon, bro! Let’s slay some pussy!’ SuMa finally reaches out and snags Clubbin Man by the throat. Clubbin Man freaks out, his eyes go wide...he can’t breathe. The fans cheer~
Smith: Uh oh
Hood: RIP Clubbin Man
~SuMa hoists Clubbin Man in the air...the former member of BUFF wiggles his legs wildly before being thrust down over SuMa’s knees with a Chokeslam Backbreaker!!! The fans go wild!! Clubbin Man hits the mat, reaching for his back, wincing in extreme pain~
Smith: And his dancing days might be over.
Hood: Geezus...Supreme Machine is fuckin strong.
Smith: One of the strongest wrestlers we’ve ever seen. He calls that Chokeslam Backbreaker “Bouff Breaker”.
~Supreme Machine isn’t one to play with his food. He rips Clubbin Man off the mat and tosses him onto his shoulders with scary ease. The hard camera focuses on SuMa...the fans continue to cheer. He tosses Clubbin Man down with APEX ULTIMA (Electric chair lift into an inverted package piledriver)!!!! The fans go wild. Supreme Machine covers the maybe-deceased Clubbin Man. Scruff slides in with the count...the fans chant along~
1!
2!
3!!!!!
~The crowd goes wild for the dominant win for the returning Supreme Machine. The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner...SUPREME MACHINE!!!!!
Smith: The question heading into this was whether or not Supreme Machine is as dangerous as we all remembered.
Hood: And he answered with a resounding FUCK YES
Smith: Amazing strength. Amazing dominance. Thaddeus Duke had better be prepared for October 10th.
Hood: No shit. I’m a big Thad fan...but he ain’t ever faced anything like the monster, Supreme Machine.
~Supreme Machine grabs Clubbin Man and throws him out of the ring. Just as he does so, the theme of the Golden Age hits the sound system at the OCW Arena~
Everything is frail, I desolate, crush, and burn
I have chosen darkness to be my guide
War is in my heart, death is by my side
Warheart! Hate your fellow as yourself “
When the daylight strikes, I hide in my trench and die
I'm the cold-blooded killer who'll fuck you up!
Warheart! Hate your fellow as yourself
One for all and all for me I'm an animal better set me free”
~Ian Dream makes his way through the entrance way to the stage. He looks back over his shoulder, presumably looking for the absent Ross Hanson.~
SMITH: Ian Dream, cohort of Savage Champion Thaddeus Duke is making his way to the ring here tonight on Massacre!
HOOD: Be careful Ian! Supreme Machine is a dangerous, dangerous man!
SMITH: Conspicuous by his absence is fellow Thad Duke ally, Ross Hanson!
HOOD: If he’s absent, it’s by design. One thing I think we’ve learned about Thad Duke is that he’s always got a plan!
~Ian makes his way toward the ring to a chorus of boos from the fans in attendance. Stopping near the ring, he once again looks over his shoulder toward the entrance way. There still is no Ross Hanson. After a shrug and a shake of his head, Ian climbs the steps and walks the apron. Staring at Supreme Machine for a moment, he hesitates.~
SMITH: Bigger men have fallen to Supreme Machine!
HOOD: Ian Dream isn’t a big man but he has heart! He has courage!
SMITH: He does indeed, but Supreme Machine is no normal man!
HOOD: Tread carefully Ian! AND WHERE THE HELL IS ROSS!?
~Ian finally steps through the ropes and into the ring before pulling a microphone from his back pocket. Supreme Machine looks at Ian Dream as if he were desert but is otherwise stoic and unmoving.~
IAN: I’m very sorry to interrupt your victory celebration, but Thaddeus Duke has a message for you…
~No sooner does Ian utter those words and Supreme Machine grabs him by the throat to a roarous response from the OCW faithful. Behind Machine, Thaddeus Duke hops the security railing with a chair in hand and slides into the ring.~
~Machine lifts Ian up for a chokeslam as Thad rolls to his feet and cracks the chair against the back of his Savage title challenger for Masters of Macabre. Dropping Ian, Dream stumbles and falls to his ass on the ring mat. Supreme Machine turns around toward his assailant, only for Thad to ring the chair over his head.~
HOOD: What goes around comes around and the Lionheart ALWAYS pays back what’s owed!
SMITH: After winning the Savage title at Under The Lights, Thaddeus Duke was attacked by Supreme Machine!
HOOD: Supreme Machine may be undefeated in his OCW history, but Thaddeus Duke is a different breed of opponent! He’s just on a whole ‘nother level!
~Collapsing to the mat after the chair shot, Supreme Machine clutches his head but rolls over to his hands and knees and starts to get back to his feet. Lifting his head to Ian, he dead stares him a moment before getting to his feet. He turns around to find Thaddeus Duke…~
SMACK!
HOOD: Heat Seeker from the Lionhearted Savage Champion!
SMITH: That move won finisher of the month last month and its well deserved, I’ll admit!
HOOD: That kick is used a lot in this business, but very few are as devastating as Thad’s! NO LEGSLAPS NEEDED!
~After eating the super kick, Supreme Machine falls to his back on the mat, out cold. Thad takes the mic from Ian Dream before reaching his hand out and pulling Ian to his feet. Giving Ian a brotherly kiss on the side of his head~
THAD: Remember SuMa, this is chess not checkers. Your move, bitch!
~With Supreme Machine laid out in the ring, Ian Dream and Thaddeus Duke make their way toward the back, Thad with a bit of a scowl on his face.~
~Through the curtain and through the Gorilla Position and into the corridors of the backstage area, Thad and Ian stop by the Golden Age locker room door. Entering, they find Ross lacing up his boots.~
THAD: Where were you?
ROSS: Getting ready for my match…?
THAD: Ian almost took a beating because you weren’t where you were supposed to be.
~Finishing lacing his boots, Ross looks up at Thad and over at Ian. His face immediately turns to one of regret~
ROSS: Son of a fuck! Ian, I’m so sorry bro. My head hasn't been in the game at all...
IAN: No worries, Thad got there in time.
THAD: You may as well win, since you’re so focused on yourself.
~Thad starts to make his exit.~
ROSS: Where are you going?
THAD: Adi’s… so stay out of trouble would ya?
ROSS: I'm sorry Thad! It's not like I can be in two places at one time!
IAN: I don't think he heard you.
ROSS: Good. I can tell him later. Okay, Ian. This is the last time I'm gonna let you guys down. It's my turn to do some beating down.
IAN: You sure you're good by yourself?
ROSS: Yeah. If anyone comes for me, they come for me. Since I wasn't there for you just now, it's only fair I get whatever I have coming. Again...I'm sorry.
~The camera lingers on Ross for a moment before cutting back to Smith and Hood~
Smith: The leader of The Golden Age, Thaddeus Duke a bit miffed that Ross Hanson wasn't at ringside to back Ian up against Supreme Machine!
Hood: Trouble in golden paradise? Nah. Just brothers having a slight misunderstanding.
Smith: Alot of egos involved, Hood. Very hard to manage.
Hood: Whatever. This how people...factions grow...through adversity. They'll come out of this MINOR disagreement stronger and smarter. Plus, Ross is about to hit that ring and show why he's a member of the most elite group of wrestlers in this business.
Smith: We'll certainly get an up close look at what Ross Hanson brings to the in-ring table shortly. But, for now, I'm told we're heading backstage to once again visit with Marcus Welsh!
~We cut backstage where Marcus Welsh is having the GM office re-arranged. THE KNIFE MAN stands by, scratching the walls with his giant blade. Welsh observes~
Marcus Welsh: Yes, right there.
The Knife Man: Very good, sir. I believe we could knock this wall out and double the size of this office with ease.
Marcus Welsh: I’d like to TRIPLE the size of this room for our new GM. He’s worth every square foot.
~Cap Slock enters~
Cap Slock: SIR I’VE MANAGED TO ROUND UP EVERY MEMBER OF DIVERSITY. WHAT SHOULD I DO WITH THEM?
Marcus Welsh: Have them stick around and watch for any flying, wild Zybalas. You know he’s going to want revenge. And, I’m sure he’ll try and ruin the big announcement later tonight AS his revenge. So pay them double whatever they make on a night to keep him from entering the building. After that, fire them all.
Cap Slock: YESSIR. IT’S DONE.
~Cap Slock exits~
Marcus Welsh: Okay, so I need this General Manager’s office to be finished by next Monday. Can you do that, Knife Man?
The Knife Man: Can this blade slash through another man’s flesh?
Marcus Welsh: Uhh, yes, probably.
The Knife Man: There is no probably. It absolutely can. Just like this office can absolutely be finished within a week.
Marcus Welsh: GREAT
~The Knife Man exits to get started on contracting out the work on expanding the new GM’s office. As he exits...Lou Pohl and Crash Rodriguez enter. Lou knocks on the wall~
Marcus Welsh: Lou! Crash! Just the two I wanted to see!
Lou Pohl: Here at your request. And, may I say, it’s great to have you back.
~Welsh smiles. Crash remains silent, standing in intimidating fashion...stronger, bigger, far more menacing then the two other men occupying office space. Welsh pulls a large desk drawer open. Lou looks at Crash...he’s a little nervous...but he musters the courage to speak up~
Lou Pohl: Sir, me and my client were a little bothered by the fact he’s not on the lineup for Masters of Macabre. Crash put in, by far, the most impressive performance of anybody at Under the Lights. Clearly there’s some sort of error…
~Welsh reaches into the giant desk drawer...he speaks while looking away~
Marcus Welsh: Yea, about that.
~Welsh grunts...he lifts something heavy. He reveals...THE PARADIGM TITLE. The fans go wild. Welsh drops it atop the GM’s desk. He slaps his hands clean~
Lou Pohl: The Paradigm Championship.
Marcus Welsh: Yep. As you know, with Outcast defeating Xavier Lux for the OCW Title...that achievement means he has to forfeit his Paradigm Title. So, here it is...one of the premiere belts in all of wrestling vacant and ready for the taking.
~The fans pop~
Lou Pohl: Are you saying what I think you’re saying?
Marcus Welsh: Kinda. But not quite. I can’t just GIVE it to you. That’d cause an…
~The fans boo~
Marcus Welsh: See?
~Welsh points out the negative reaction from the fans~
Marcus Welsh: So...here’s what we’re gonna do. We’re gonna book Crash Rodriguez against Xavier Lux for the Paradigm Championship at Masters of Macabre.
~The fans go wild~
Marcus Welsh: However...you know as well as I do that Xavier Lux isn’t getting out of that hospital anytime soon. SO...if and when Xavier no-shows the match on October 10th...this belt, it’s yours.
~The cheers turn back to boos~
Marcus Welsh: In fact…
~Welsh feels the office is cluttered as it is. So, he slides the belt across the desk, toward Lou~
Marcus Welsh: How about you and Crash hold onto this for the time being. Bring it to Masters of Macabre and when Lux no-shows...we’ll go ahead and make it official...sound good?
~Lou grabs the belt. He, like Welsh, has trouble picking it up. But, once he gets his weight under it...he stands, holding it in his arms~
Lou Pohl: We’d be happy to watch over this until then.
~Welsh claps his hands together~
Marcus Welsh: GREAT! I see big things...BIG THINGS ahead for you guys. This is just the first step of many more to come. Thrilled to have you guys back!
~Crash nods. Lou tries to extend a hand to shake...but the belt is too heavy. So he just nods before turning and exiting the GM office with his client. We cut back to Smith and Hood~
Smith: Crash Rodriguez against Xavier Lux for the Paradigm Title at Masters of Macabre!
Hood: You mean...Crash being named Paradigm Champion at Masters of Macabre. As the great and powerful Welsh said...Lux ain’t walking out of that hospital any time soon. This is all a formality.
Smith: I do think it’s rather arrogant to presume such things...AND to give Crash that belt...but, that’s not my decision to make.
Hood: Welsh is a busy man. There’s a lot going on. Plus, his memory is still fucked up...he’s likely to forget he has that belt and lose it. This is the safest, smartest move.
Smith: Whatever...you’ll never get me to agree to giving a challenger the belt before he has a chance to earn it.
Hood: That’s because you’re a small minded thinker.
Smith: Yea, sure, okay...anyway, fans! The card for Masters of Macabre continues to come together! I’m sure we’ll get more news about the event as the night unfolds...but, for now, it’s time for more IN RING action.
Hood: Aww yea...what’s next?
Smith: We’ve got the in-ring singles debut of Ross Hanson!
Hood: Fuck yea...let’s go, Ross!
Smith: Ross Hanson...a member of the famed and lauded Golden Age looks to notch another win under The Golden Age’s proverbial belt. To the ring we go!
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall!
~The fans yell ‘ONE FALL!!’~
Belvedere: Currently in the ring...from Aurora Illinois...please welcome BACK to OCW…The Good Detective...Jack Puffer!!
~A strong ovation for Puffer. He nods and bows to the crowd~
Smith: Always good to see Jack Puffer.
Hood: Yea, but I question the guy’s intelligence. He’s like 0-for-life in this company...why the hell is he back? To get more ass beatings?
Smith: Hey, maybe he’s here to finally rise the OCW ranks!
Belvedere: And, his opponent…
~Several seconds of extremely distorted amplifier feedback precede the opening notes for "School" by Nirvana. When the drums kick in, Ross Hanson steps through the curtain, head hung down and arms swinging from his sides. His eyes widen along with his grin, but suddenly Ross "snaps out of it" and quickly makes his way to the ring while making sure to slap any hand he can reach that stretches out from the crowd~
~Ross simply slides into the ring from underneath the bottom rope, running the ropes a couple of times~
Belvedere: From Columbus, Ohio...standing 6’1 and weighing in at 231lbs...he is a member of The Golden Age...Ross Hanson!!!
~Hanson finishes running the ropes. Belvedere exits. Ross finds himself in the center of the ring...Puffer is in his corner. The bell rings and we’re underway~
Smith: Ross Hanson was last seen on OCW TV at Under the Lights where here stood in Ian Dream’s corner, attempting to aid the young Dream to a debut win over Crash Rodriguez.
Hood: Yea, only for that dirty, grimy, nasty Lou Pohl to cheat and hit Ross with a chair!
Smith: Lou was defending his client!
Hood: Lou is sleazy, Smith. He looks like he smells of peppermint and cigarettes.
~Puffer approaches Hanson. Hanson is ready...the two men lock up in the center of the ring! Puffer grabs Hanson’s arm and tries to twist it into an arm bar...Hanson, however, charges forward and takes Jack down with a short arm clothesline!! Puffer hits hard~
Smith: Great burst of speed and power there by Ross Hanson.
Hood: There’s a reason the great Thaddeus Duke hand picked Ross to be in The Golden Age.
Smith: The Golden Age is 1-1 since being formed...at least in OCW. So they aren’t exactly setting the world on fire.
Hood: HEY HEY...you watch your mouth, Smith. And, technically, The Golden Age is undefeated...Lou Pohl cheated...Dream is the real winner of that match.
~Hanson rips Puffer back to his feet. Puffer tries to fight Ross off...but Ross kicks Puffer in the gut..he hooks Puffer’s head and takes him over with a Snap Suplex!! Jack rolls to the ropes and uses them to get to his feet quickly...he knows he’s in trouble. He spins around only to get hit with a European Uppercut!! He spins around, Hanson grabs Puffer’s back and tosses him over with a German Suplex!! Ross bridges into a pin~
1!
2!
KICK OUT!
Smith: Puffer staying alive...barely.
Hood: Man, it’s not stop ass kickings for Jack here in OCW.
Smith: He’s got time to turn this around.
Hood: Not against THE GOLDEN AGE, my friend.
~Hanson is back to his feet. He rips Puffer off the mat and whips him into the corner, hard. Hanson runs in with a clothesline, keeping Jack subdued. He lifts Puffer onto the top buckle...Ross climbs onto the middle buckle...he hooks Jack and tosses him from the Middle Buckle onto the mat with a Super Northern Lights Suplex!! The ring shakes from impact!! The crowd pops for the move~
Smith: Huge impact from Ross Hanson!
Hood: Good night, sweet Jack.
Smith: This seems all but over at this point. The Golden Age looking to improve their overall record to 2-1!
~Hanson snags Puffer and lifts him up, onto his shoulder. Ross charges toward a corner, SMASHING Puffer into the buckles with a Running Powerslam!!! He hooks Jack’s legs onto the top buckle leaving Puffer hanging in a Tree of Woe. Hanson takes a few steps back before charging in and CRASHING into Puffer with a Cannonball Senton!!! Puffer falls to the mat, face down. Ross flips him over and makes the cover...Scruff slides in with the count~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere Here is your winner...ROSS HANSON!!!!!
Smith: Tremendous debut win for Ross Hanson...showing that The Golden Age is more than just one man.
Hood: Yep...with Ian Dream developing, Ross Hanson winning, and Thad dominating...The Golden Age is destined for the top of OCW!
~Ross grabs Puffer and slings him out of the ring. The fans boo the arrogant act from one of the key members of The Golden Age. Hanson pulls away from Scruff and raises his arms in victory...no need for any assistance. We cut back to Smith and Hood~
Smith: Ross Hanson is no enhancement talent, Hood. We found that out tonight. He’s going to be a force here in OCW.
Hood: No doubt. We gotta get this guy in a Pay Per View match...he’s too good for Massacre.
Smith: There’s still time...the card is being put together as we speak!
~ The fans are going wild which is no surprise for Florida where everyday there is a new Florida Man, Woman and/or non-binary whack job doing things that make Bert McAlroy’s wrestling seem like it’s from the 1960’s. The fans give an appreciative pop for the new signee Victoria Strader and the Matriarch of the Strader family, Meghan, as they walk through the back arena hall. Meghan is in a killer red dress with lips to match, her raven hangs past her shoulders and her icy blue eyes smile slightly when she and Victoria see The Raven himself, Matthew Knox. ~
Victoria: KNOXXY!
~ Victoria runs at the Raven and hugs him tightly. The uncomfortable awkward feeling Knox has with showing others love isn’t as bad as it was but definitely still there; most likely it was him trying to figure out why the kid loves him the way she does. Not in the thirsty way her twin does anyways. Meghan laughs quietly as she watches on. ~
Victoria: I got signed! We OC-Dubya now!
Matt Knox: I know, congratulations! You're gonna kill it, kid.
~ He does eventually disentangle himself from her, paying her a pat on the shoulder as his eyes find the matriarch, never too far away. ~
Matt Knox: Our girl did good, eh?
~ Meghan nods with a smile not normally seen on her. She rubs Victoria’s shoulder. ~
Meghan: As always. Her record doesn’t speak the truth of her ability.
Victoria: I won’t let either of you down! I’m gonna go wander around check this arena out and see what’s cooking over in catering!
~ With a quick kiss on her mom’s cheek and a wave to Knox and she is quickly gone around the corner leaving the two to their own devices. ~
Meghan: You will keep an eye on her right? I got things going on in Revolution1 and PWA’s Genesis to start putting together so I won’t be able to be down in Florida much. I’d ask Cara, but she’s always as stoned as she is thirstin’ and will forget.
~ Knox scoffs, watching Victoria bound off with his arms crossed over his chest. After a moment he turns his gaze to Meghan and nods. ~
Matt Knox: Yeah no problem. You know I love the kid like she's mine. Don't even worry, I got this.
~ He pays the biker queen a friendly punch in the shoulder and starts to head off to prep for his match.~
Meghan: Yeah I know, and she loves you a lot, but the last time a handsome man told me not to worry I ended up pregnant with Victoria and Cara, haha. Good luck tonight, beat him like a red headed step child.
~ Meghan turns and starts to look for her daughter. Knox pauses, shooting a glance over his shoulder at Meghan. After a beat he shakes his head and continues on his way. We cut back to Smith and Hood~
Smith: You just love to see the enthusiasm of Victoria Strader...so excited to be part of this OCW roster.
Hood: Yea, that enthusiasm is all good and well...we'll see how long it lasts once she starts mixing it up with other talented members of this roster.
Smith: Luckily, she's got serious connections within the industry and a father figure in Matthew Knox to look out for her...a luxury most youngsters do not have.
Hood: One thing is for sure, I doubt Knox lets her come near Sugar Valentine.
Smith: Absolutely! Well, fans...Belvedere is standing in the ring...no match is scheduled right now...so that can mean only one thing...HUGE ANNOUNCEMENT COMING THROUGH! To the ring!
~We cut to the ring. Belvedere stands inside, holding a mic~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen...now, for a special announcement concerning Masters of Macabre...please welcome, Cheasy M!
~“Get Down Tonight” by KC and The Sunshine Band hits. Cheasy M and his amazing stache slides through the curtain, strutting to the ring right in tune with the groove. The fans in the OCW Arena dance to the popular 1975 hit song. Cheasy hits the bottom of the ramp and he shuffles toward the ring, hopping up the steps before stepping through the ropes. Cheasy performs a little dance in the ring before the music comes to an end. At it’s conclusion, he kisses his index and middle finger before winking and pointing them at the hard camera. Belvedere hands over the mic~
Cheasy M: Thanks, Belv.
~The fans bust out a ‘Cheasy’ chant~
Cheasy M: Thank you, Thank you. I’d like to thank Marcus Welsh for continuing to use me after the demise of my beloved Piledriver. So glad he’s back because, let me tell you…
~He turns, leaning into the camera~
Cheasy M: He was gonna replace it with a show starring Grace Rimmer.
~Cheasy shivers with fright. The crowd laughs~
Cheasy M: Nah, I’m just messing. Grace is cool. Not very good at strip poker...which, actually, kinda makes her my favorite strip poker opponent. ANYWAY
~A “TITS!” chant sounds out~
Cheasy M: Classic OCW, baby. But I’m not out here to talk about Grace and her assets. Nope, I’m here to drop some news. I’m here to announce a very special match featuring some of the brightest new talent on the OCW roster...a match that will open Masters of Macabre. A match that will gift the winner with either a TransAtlantic or Craze Title shot.
~The fans pop~
Cheasy M: Yep...you knew we just had to find a way to cram as many people onto this Pay Per View as possible, right? Classic OCW, BABY
~Cheasy spins 90 degrees. Our camera cuts. He nods and winks at the new angle~
Cheasy M: So you want some names, right? Who has been selected to compete in this match? Well, how about we start with Golden Age member...a competitor this company, along with Thaddeus himself, has high hopes for...how about Ross Hanson!
~The crowd pops~
Cheasy M; Hanson has already made an impact here tonight...just as he did at Under the Lights by attacking Crash Rodriguez after his victory. Hanson could very easily walk out of Masters of Macabre with a title shot. So, who’s next?
~The crowd leans forward, super intrigued~
Cheasy M: Well, that would be none other than TOAST!
~The fans pop like bread from a toaster...they chant “TOAST” because it’s a fun thing to chant~
Cheasy M: Yep, hand selected by Marcus Welsh to attack Zybala at Under the Lights. Toast may or may not be a modern day caveman wielding a barbed wire dildo as a weapon. If there’s anybody that has ‘OCW STAR’ written all over him, it’s Toast. Can’t WAIT to see this guy compete at Masters of Macabre.
~Our camera suddenly cuts. Cheasy spins around, meeting the new angle~
Cheasy M: Sometimes RIGHT HERE in OCW...the dots connect. Sometimes the booking makes sense...and, fans, this is one of those times...as the third participant in this match is...MIKE ZYBALA!
~The fans yell in unison “WHEN ITS TIME TO PARTY WE WILL PARTY HARD”~
Cheasy M: I’m not sure if he’s gonna use that theme anymore, but I appreciate the coordinated hustle. Yep, Zybala was brutally assaulted by Toast at Under the Lights after coming up short against Ed Houston. But, our benevolent leader, Marcus Welsh has decided to give Mike yet ANOTHER title opportunity. Good luck, Mike.
~Cheasy struts around the ring...he’s very rhythmic. His head bobs back and forth. The crowd counts along...the charisma wafts off of Cheasy like the seductive aroma of a bowl of delicious queso~
Cheasy M: And now...for the fourth and final competitor.
~The fans buzz with excitement. Cheasy’s strutting ends, he leans over the top rope, facing the ramp. He scratches his chin with the mic~
Cheasy M: Who could it be?
~The fans yell “TELL US!”~
Cheasy M: I mean...the possibilities are endless, right?
~The fans tremble with excitement. Cheasy waits a few moments...elongating the mystery to bring the fans to the edge~
Cheasy M: You guys wanna know who it is?
~The fans scream back “FUCK YES YOU STUPID TEASE!” Cheasy laughs~
Cheasy M: Alright...the fourth participant in this opening match for a title shot at Masters of Macabre is…
~The roof damn near collapses from the eruption of cheers by the fans. But the crowd reaction is still a hesitant one, until...
Cheasy M: THE ONE! THE ONLY! THE NEWEST SIGNEE TO OCW! DOLLY! WAAAATERS!
~The young superstarlet pops out from behind the curtain. She stands at the top of the ramp, the camera man doing some nice work circling her, getting her smiling reaction to the crowd's approval. The camera cuts to shots of various fans displaying jovial reactions. One rather burly, heavy-set fan with a full, Kentucky inspired neckbeard is shown weeping in joy~
~Dolly grins her way to the ring. She steps through the ropes and shakes the hand of an applauding Cheasy. She’s handed a microphone, and holds still, nodding her head to the crowd as they continue to cheer beyond the end of her theme music.~
“DOLLY WATERS! DOLLY WATERS!”
”Hey, y’all!” she laughs, and tries calming the crowd with a wave of the hand, “Hold on for a second, let’s give it up to Cheasy M, amirite?!”
~The fans start a “THANK YOU CHEASY!” chant
”Thank you Cheasy, indeed. And thank YOU! The OCW Universe! I’m glad to see the reception is still warm for the XWF talent around here.”
~The comment draws some mixes of jeers and cheers~
”I know fer’ some, it’s a sensitive subject. I get it… but let me assure you all, the chances of Theo Pryce or any members of the XWF management getting involved in my matches in the OCW are slim to none.
See, my coming to the OCW is about bridge building. It’s about recognizing all of the great talent this company has, and looking to work with that talent. To help improve that talent. To help improve this company, and rebuild it into one that…”
~She pauses and puts in that charming little grin of hers
“…that can actually compete with the XWF.”
~The line draws some ire from the crowd
“Betsy, The Bastards, Raven and Duke have already been doing great work here, and once Dolly Waters is a champion of this company it’s going to bring more eyes, more money, more notoriety, and more credibility to the OCW.
You see, I’m going to work with the talent here in the OCW, and I’m going to BEAT the talent here in the OCW. I’m going to teach them how to win at a high level, by kicking them all in the teeth, one by one until they have no choice but to improve. Because let’s make one thing clear, Dolly Waters won’t be chasing anyone in this company down… no. They’re all going to be chasing me!”
~The fans go wild. A “DOLLY!” chant emerges. It’s clear these fans absolutely adore the Margarita Mix winner~
Cheasy M: Fans, friends, and freak around the globe...OCW’s utility bill is about to skyrocket because the water is officially running!
~A pretty cheesy line...but the fans love it anyway. A huge ovation as we turn our attention back to Smith and Hood~
Smith: Dolly Waters has signed with OCW! And, she’s in a four way match where the winner will receive either a TransAtlantic OR Craze Title shot!
Hood: Honestly? She should have attacked Hector and earned this shot at Under the Lights. BUT, hindsight is 20/20. Better late than never.
Smith: I admire her loyalty to Hector...as should everyone else. Dolly Waters and Hector Malvado won the Margarita Mix only to come up short in their Tag Title match against Them No Good Bastards. Dolly, now, is on her own...and I have no doubt she’ll continue to succeed.
Hood: Imagine the jealousy if an 18 year old girl from fuckin Kentucky winds up OCW Champion.
Smith: OCW has only had two female’s hold the OCW Title...MJ Bell and Alice Knight. There’s no doubt in my mind Dolly Waters could join that exclusive club.
Hood: Yep, and both are in the Hall of Fame...unfortunately, as far as Alice goes.
Smith: YOU LEAVE MY BELOVED ALICE ALONE
Hood: Never.
Smith: Alright fans, huge announcements continue to pour in during this return episode of Massacre...before we get to our next match, let’s head backstage where I’m told Jason Cashe is hanging out.
~The hallways backstage were usually crowded with activity. Staff members scrambling around to get one thing or another done. Wrestlers, Managers and Guests moving around to find something to eat, interact, conduct interviews or head to and from the ring. With OCW hosting so many outsiders, it could be close to chaos in the back. You hear a familiar voice as a door opens at the right side of this particular hallway.~
Cashe: You got my number. I told your Momma I'd keep an eye out for you..
~Stepping out into the hallway was Jason Cashe. Turning, he looks back into the room. Before more conversation can take place, Cashe's phone rings.~
Cashe: Umm.. Ohh I gotta take this! Hit me up if you need anything alright? Be easy Dub!
~Pulling the door closed, Cashe answers his phone as he heads down the hallway.~
Cashe: Yoooo! Where you at my Doood? Close? Dope, good shit. Telling you man, just the vibe here is all it took! I'm hooked. Ready to get crooked with a victim chase! Just wait, you'll see bruh! Nah I ain't seen Meyhu in a minute… Sheeeeit! I wish CJ would show up! Hahaha for real, snatch that heart out the depth of his chest.
~Turning a corner, Cashe almost runs into someone. A kid but he was only child in size, a small fella. He had a picture of Cashe in his hands and a glossy stare in his eyes as he looked up at Cashe like a homeless animal trying to get something from you.~
Cashe: Umm… Yeah, I'll be out there to get you inside. Let me let you go though, I'll see you in a minute my Brother.. Blaze up, Smoke out.
~Hanging up his call, Cashe had a guest coming to the show. That was obvious but what wasn't was this short guy with more than a handful of hair. Trying to step passed him, the guy steps with Cashe to stay in his way.~
Cashe: What? You want an autograph or something? I have shit to do kid..
Little Fella: That would be great, yeah..
~Lifting the picture in his hands, he offers it to Cashe. He also gives Cashe a marker to sign with. This wasn't a typical fan interact, something was off about this man in a boy's body.~
Cashe: Who do I make it out to? What's your name?
Little Fella: Hueston. Hueston Myers..
Cashe: No shot? Like my city? Your parents must be dope!
~Signing up the picture. Cashe hands it back to the guy before capping the marker. He puts that in his own pocket, choosing to keep it instead.~
Cashe: There ya go, be sure to watch the Main Event tonight!
~Again, Cashe tries to step around the small fan and once more, the fan steps with him and stays in his way.~
Cashe: Are we going to have a problem here? What do you want, a picture?
Hueston Myers: Yes, that would be great…
Cashe: Geezus kid.. Alright, I don't usually do pictures but I'll make an exception this time. Break out your phone.
~As the fan gets his phone out, Cashe checks his own phone. Smiling as he checks a text message, he shakes his head as the fan gets his camera ready. The two stand side by side, Cashe smiles but Hueston just stares as the flash goes off. Patting the kid on the back, Cashe begins to leave.~
Hueston Myers: Wait!
Cashe: What's up?
Hueston Myers: Use the C.o.D. tonight..
~The surprised stare that Hueston got from Cashe was noticable. A move that Cashe had used for all of a minute before falling back to what he has always used in his Jumping Neckbreaker. How well did this kid know about his past?~
Cashe: It's been a while since I've heard that name. Cashe on Delivery! Why, though? Why use it? I sure as hell don't need it to beat thiiiiis bitch tonight!
Hueston Myers: Just something I've noticed…
Cashe: Oh yeah, what's that?
~With a look of uncertainty on his face. Hueston Myers seemed hesitant to say what he noticed. If he knew Cashe then he knew Cashe was reckless at times and might attack if he says something Cashe doesn't like. Hueston sighed and explained.~
Hueston Myers: During the Mix? You hit Lexi with 'The Mark of JASON' and that crazy Greek girl, you dropped her with a 'UTI' but she got up.. She made the pin. Even in matches elsewhere, you've had to do more before they cemented a win. The C.o.D though? I think you'll find results..
~Who the hell was this dude telling Cashe to upgrade his Finisher? Tapp? Shaking his head, Cashe almost wanted to wave the guy off but… He wasn't exactly lying.~
Cashe: Fucking marks… Thinking you know what's best for a business you're not a part of! Get lost kid. I've got a contract to win..
~Brushing past Hueston Myers, Jason Cashe leaves down the hallway. He turns a corner at the far end as Hueston stands watching him. A grin appears across his face.~
Hueston Myers: We're going to be great friends.. I'm right, you'll see…
~We cut back to Smith and Hood~
Smith: A very eager fan offering Cashe some in-ring advice!
Hood: I'm a huge Cashe fan and I REALLY want him to earn that contract...but if he starts taking wrestling advice from kids, I might have to change my stance.
Smith: We'll see if the words of the young Myers has an impact on Jason's in-ring repertoire later tonight as he faces Lexi Gold in the Main Event for an OCW Contract. However, in the meantime, we've got more in-ring action...Matthew "The Raven" Knox is set to make his OCW debut against Sugar Valentine.
Hood: Damn, Sugar's back, eh? Well, good luck, Mr. Valentine.
Smith: To the ring!
~We cut to the ring. Sugar Valentine is already inside the ropes, leaning into his corner...a very casual demeanor. He glances into the crowd, eyeing some potential female talent~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen...the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first...currently in the ring...he is the former head of female talent here in OCW...Sugar Valentine!
~Sugar removes his hat, nodding to the crowd. It’s a mixed reaction...most likely depending on the gender of the person cheering~
Belvedere: And, his opponent…
~The house lights cut out, the PA speakers fill with the sound of a murder of Ravens caw at increasing volume until "Hell Broke Luce" blairs forth, white strobe lights flashing in time with the percussion~
~A single spotlight cuts through, revealing Matt Knox standing, back to the ring and arms spread wide. He turns slowly, eyes scanning the audience as he makes his way to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and heading to the nearest corner, raising his arms and yelling to hype up the crowd~
~As the lights come up, he picks a corner and kneels down, awaiting the bell~
Belvedere: From Baltimore, Maryland...standing 6’6 and weighing in at 244lbs...Matthew ‘The Raven’ Knox!!!
~Strong ovation for Knox, who remains in his corner, turning his attention to Sugar. Belvedere exits and the bell rings~
Smith: And here we go! The debut of Matt Knox!
Hood: This dude came in with a lot of hype.
Smith: He’s a wrestling legend, Hood. And we’re fortunate to witness his in-ring debut tonight on Massacre as he looks to warm up for his big clash with Chris Spade at Masters of Macabre.
~Sugar removes his hat and sunglasses, handing them to an assistant at ringside. He makes his way toward Knox, with a strut. Knox moves forward, willing to face Sugar in the center of the ring. Sugar extends his hand. Knox doesn’t react, simply staring Valentine down. Sugar scoffs, pulling his hand back~
Smith: Knox refusing to shake the hand of Sugar Valentine.
Hood: Kinda rude, man. Sugar never did anything to the guy.
Smith: I think Knox isn’t a fan of Sugar perceived profession.
Hood: He just manages women. What’s wrong with that?
Smith: Anybody with a functioning brain knows what that means, Hood.
~Sugar takes the hand he offered, reaches back and bitch slaps Matt Knox across the face!! The fans go “OOOOHHHHH”. Knox cracks a half smile, reaching for his cheek, feeling the sting. Sugar holds his arms out, nodding his head, proud of his strike. He throws his hand out again, “Now, shake my damn hand!” he yells~
Smith: Sugar is playing a dangerous game.
Hood: Man I didn’t really Knox was so big. Is he the tallest dude on our roster?
Smith: I think that would probably go to SuMa.
Hood: True. I guess somebody finally realized we have a bunch of 5-foot-something guys running around and wanted to sign some height.
~Matt grabs Sugar’s hand and he twists it at an awkward angle. Sugar yells out...Knox yanks Sugar’s hand up and bends back on it, forcing Valentine to his knees. Knox then delivers a knee right into Sugar’s face, sending the female talent scout to the mat, holding his mouth in pain~
Smith: And we’re off! Matthew Knox is showing Sugar Valentine that his hand is not very strong against a 6’6 professional wrestler.
Hood: Was that HIS LEFT HAND?
Smith: Excuse me?
Hood: You know...the dreaded LEFT HAND?
Smith: It was his right and I have no idea why you’re so fascinated with LEFT HANDS
~Knox pulls Sugar off the mat. Valentine tries to fight Knox off, but Matt leans in with a headbutt, staggering the former head of female talent. He backs into the ropes...Sugar wobbles on his feet...Knox runs forward and he BLASTS Sugar in the face with Little Drop of Poison (Running Big Boot)!!!! Sugar flips all the way over his head, onto his front side...he’s flat on the mat. The fans go wild...a “KNOX!” chant sounds out~
Smith: Matthew Knox looking very impressive.
Hood: Yea, I think he could pin Sugar right now if he wanted.
Smith: Indeed...but it appears as though he’s not quite done.
~Knox snares Sugar by the hair, propping the gut up on his feet. Valentine leans into Knox...Matt shoves him back. Sugar throws a wild punch...Knox dodges it easily. Matt jumps up and DRILLS Sugar in the head with Dead, And Lovely (Jumping Spinning Crescent Kick)!!!! Sugar’s body flies into the ropes...he gets hung up over the middle rope...half in the ring and half out. The fans continue to cheer for Matthew Knox...he stands in the center of the ring, staring into the hard camera~
Smith: Wow! So agile and precise...especially for a man that size!
Hood: No shit, this guy moves around like one of those five footers we’ve been showcasing thus far in 2021.
Smith: And a whole foot taller! He’s going to be trouble, Hood.
Hood: No doubt.
~Matt turns to Sugar and lends a helping hand, yanking him out of the ropes and back into the ring. He quickly locks Valentine in a Katahajime submission hold!! He takes Sugar down with a backstabber!!! Sugar’s out...the hold remains locked in! The crowd is on their feet, cheering. Scruff checks in on the situation...he grabs Sugar’s arm and instantly realizes that he’s OUT. He runs and calls for the bell...it rings and the fans go wild~
Belvedere: Here is your winner via Ref Stoppage...MATTHEW “THE RAVEN” KNOX!!!!!
Smith: Matthew Knox with The Mercy, The Murder!!
Hood: He just choked Sugar OUT.
Smith: What a finishing hold!
~Knox releases the hold as soon as he hears his name called. He tosses Sugar to the side and pops to his feet. He kicks the defeated former head of female talent out of the ring before having his hand raised by Scruff...the crowd responds in a huge way~
Smith: Tremendous debut for what should be a main event talent moving forward.
Hood: Yep, he’s got his shit to deal with against Chris Spade...but after that, big things, no doubt.
Smith: That’s IF he beats Spade, Hood.
Hood: Man, he just punked Spade out at Under the Lights….Spade’s said NOTHING. Knox has this in the bag.
~After the match Matt Knox gets back to his feet, The crowd pops as Chris Spade comes from the crowd and gets in the ring behind Knox measuring him. Matt turns around and gets met with a big super kick from Spade dropping him to the mate. Chris looks down at him and then the crowd before looking at the corner of the ring. Spade takes his shirt off as he goes to the top rope and nails an Impact from Above, he pops up to his feet and signals for a mic from someone on the floor and grabs it. He walks over a nails down on a down Knox and says to him.~
Spade: “If you thought you were just going to get away with your cheap shout at Under the Lights, think again. There is an old saying that says Pay Back is a Bitch. At Masters of Macabre, I will see you there and we are going to war. Until then.”
~Spade throws the mic down on the down body of Matt before jumping out of the ring, and walking to the back~
Smith: Chris Spade with a statement!
Hood: Finally! Knox completely bodied this dude at Under the Lights. Spade HAD to retaliate.
Smith: He didn’t reach the UWF Hall of Fame by allowing people to walk all over him. Revenge was coming and it has been served...Chris Spade will face Matt Knox at Masters of Macabre on October 10th.
Hood: I can’t fuckin wait!
Smith: Alright fans, I’m told we’ve got a HUGE announcement…
Hood: Aww shit...is this the legendary performer that we were told had signed?
Smith: I’m not sure. But it’s big...let’s find out exactly what the announcement is...NOW!
~A pre-recorded vignette takes place at some fancy, Los Angeles dinner party full of snobs and socialites. Some corny, stupid cello music is playing in the background while two stupid blondes are having a conversation over red wine.~
Stupid Blonde 1: So yeah… like… did you hear that the FILTH known as OCW is back? Did you also hear that some big new signing is here too? I mean… like… WHY!?!?!?! It is SUCH a disgrace to society.
Stupid Blonde 2: RIGHT? Why does ‘professional wrestling’ even like… exist? Why would some trash OCW wrestler be worthy of being here?
Stupid Blonde 1: Well, people get famous from it… like… they use it as a springboard to like… become like… famous and stuff…
Stupid Blonde 2: Oh yeeeeeeeah…. That is true. Hey, that’s easy. Since our daddies are BILLIONAIRES maybe they can get us to like some FANCY wrestling school so we can like… launch our famous acting careers or something where we get to party with like RYAN REYNOLDS and like CHANNING TATUM and stuff!
Stupid Blonde 1: Wait, maybe they can BUY wrestling ability for us and they can give it to us in some magic potion and then BOOM, we know how to wrestle WITHOUT having to sweat and get all bumpy and bruisy and stuff like that. We wouldn’t be doing it for the long haul or like… anything fetch like that but…
Stupid Blonde 2: OOOOH, or maybe whoever this ‘big new signing is’ can put in a good word for us. Who do you think it is?
Stupid Blonde 1: Burt Manon? He like… unretires all the time…
Stupid Blonde 2: Oh maybe they brought back that Robert Grinder guy…
Stupid Blonde 1: Maybe it’s… Tizzie Hopeless or… what’s that red haired girl’s name again?
Voice: I can’t believe I used to be this stupid…
~The scene pans to reveal… CHELSEA LECLAIR?!?!?!??!~
~The blondes are in total shock with Chelsea holding a bottle of champagne in her hands.~
Chelsea LeClair: It’s funny. I used to be just like you two bimbos when I first got to OCW. But… a lot has changed since then.
Stupid Blonde 2: I thought you like… didn’t drink anymore…
Chelsea LeClair: Who said this was for drinking?
~Chelsea shakes up and then pops the champagne bottle, spraying the two stupid blondes with it. The blondes scream and shout until they slip down to the floor, drenched with the alcoholic beverage before they stand up and run away. Chelsea just has a laugh at their misery, shrugging off what just happened.~
Chelsea LeClair: ...I’ve got some UNFINISHED BUSINESS here…
~The vignette fades to a collection of clips from Chelsea’s previous time in OCW which included a shock victory that got her into an elimination chamber match. It then cuts to clips of her beating Skye Hill in OCW’s Manifest Destiny tournament and being handed the OCW Women’s Championship, defeating Duce Jones in round two, then defeating her third round opponent to advance to the finals.~
Chelsea LeClair: Pretty good huh? Well…
~And then the clip of Andrew Logan winning the tournament plays…~
Chelsea LeClair: Let’s just say that falling short didn’t go so well for me…
~More clips are shown from her time in GCWA where she won their North American Championship, defeated PerZag in a title defense at their biggest show of the year and won a Beat the Clock challenge for a world title shot.~
Chelsea LeClair: And then it happened…
~The next clip shows Chelsea LeClair WINNING the GCWA World Championship.~
Chelsea LeClair: And then it ended too soon…
~The clip after that shows her losing the title weeks later.~
Chelsea LeClair: And then… well… it just stopped…
~The last clip shows her being disappointed after being eliminated from GCWA’s Righteous Rumble match in 8th place, which wound up being her last GCWA appearance. The scene cuts back to her at the party with a look of determination on her face.~
Chelsea LeClair: UNFINISHED BUSINESS. It’s OCW, where aside from the tournament, I left the company with SO much more to do considering that the last time I was here? I wasn’t much at all… that is… before I BECAME somebody through that tournament. There is some unfinished business in the sense that I still haven’t gotten to the full potential that I know I am capable of, even if I did win a world title since that time. Last year? Before I knew what I was capable of, I was happy to be ‘second’.
Screw that!
I’ve got some unfinished business to settle… with OCW… with my journey here… and hell… maybe with a few people here that I have a history with! Stay tuned! But for now?
I’m back!
And OCW? Welcome to the official Chelsea LeClair “Unfinished Business” Tour!
~Chelsea delivers a wink to the camera before she leaves the massively conceited, overly posh, ridiculously stupid fancy party. The pre-recorded vignette then fades out. We cut back to Smith and Hood~
Smith: Chelsea LeClair is back!
Hood: Geezus...Who’Re leaves and the roster is suddenly flooded with women. What gives? Is Welsh that big a pussy magnet?
Smith: That I cannot answer. But what I can confirm is that LeClair is, without a doubt, one of the fiercest talents in this industry. A former GCWA Champion. The last ever OCW Women’s Champion. The runner up in OCW’s Manifest Destiny tournament. She’s got some unfinished business and I’d bet every dollar I own that she’ll complete the task.
Hood: Not saying much, considering you’re broke as fuck.
Smith: I shall not dignify that with a response. Instead, I’ll inform our viewers that the NEW OCW Champion is standing by!
~The scene opens to Cheasy M sitting at an interview desk. It appears to be a repurposed “Weekend Update” set from when SNL was good. Remember the good old days of SNL? Man, it’s been a while. Anyway, it appears this set has been recycled from the Kevin Nealon area with a fresh coat of paint slapped on it. Cheasy stacks some papers up, what are they for? No one knows, he has a teleprompter, so why does he need notes?~
Cheasy M: Hello everyone and welcome to the Monday night update. Now that Piledriver is gone it is up to me to do this side gig to keep everyone updated. And I have a big update tonight, and that is on the condition of our new OCW champion, Outcast.
Joining me now, via Skype/Zoom/Teams, whoever our sponsor is, is the champion himself Outcast.
~A side screen pops up of Outcast sitting in a hospital bed. Outcast attention is on the TV and the news anchor on the TV can be heard.~
“In a shocking turn of events, just days after the twenty-year anniversary of 9/11, President Joe Biden meets with Taliban leader Hibatullah Akhundzada to sign a peace treaty between the two regimes. Akhundzada even presented President Biden with a leather-bound book as a gift.”
~The scene cuts from Outcast and Cheasey to Joe Biden reading from the leather-bound book. Biden tries to read the book, but ends up just mumbling~
~The scene switches back Cheasy M and Outcast. Outcast shakes his head while Cheasy looks confused~
Cheasy M: I’m not really sure why we are covering this on a wrestling broadcast, but my guess is it has something to do with Masters of Macabre. Speaking of Masters of Macabre, Outcast, will you be physically ready for your match with Peter Vaughn?
Outcast: Be ready, no, I’m always ready. I’d roll right out of this hospital bed and into the ring if that is what I had to do. Just like when I won the championship I’ll die before I lose it, if someone wants to take it from me they will have to pry it from my cold dead hands.
Cheasy M: Well, the way Peter Vaughn has been acting since coming to OCW he may just try and do that.
Outcast: Haha, yeah Petey has gone off the deep end for sure, but Pete is new to the world of insanity and the extreme violence that comes with me, whereas I was born, raised, still live in it, and will die in it. I’ll give Petey his due, he’s come a long way from being the welcome mat of GCWA to the man I’ll be facing October 11th, but he isn’t the one that will be taking the OCW title from me.
Cheasy M: Well it sounds like you already know who will take the OCW championship, did you travel through time? Did Pennylord tell you what happened from his other dimension? Or, are you just a cocky S.O.B?
~Outcast starts laughing, but then winces in pain and holds his torso.~
Outcast: Death himself is the only one that can and will take the OCW championship from me. I’ll fight to the death and give my last breath before I give up this championship. I’ve fought my way to this championship my whole damn life, and now that I have it the OCW championship is my life. If you want to take it from me, you have to take both.
~Suddenly an announcement comes over a small speak in Outcast’s room. “Mr. Cain, it is time for your sponge bath.”. Outcast smiles and looks at the camera~
Outcast: I guess being in the hospital isn’t all bad. But, I’ll be out of here soon enough and I’ll be sending Petey to take my place in here. But Petey, you won’t get a sponge bath when I leave you in a full body cast.
Cheasy M: Well, enjoy your bath and rest up champ, something tells me things for you and all of OCW are about to get crazy as we had down the road to Masters of Macabre.
~We cut back to Smith and Hood~
Smith: I guess I should make it clear that we at OCW have no political affiliation whatsoever. The views expressed by talent concerning political leaders are their own.
Hood: I ain't touching that.
Smith: Smartest thing you've said all day. Alright...it's time for more in ring action as Bam Miller, a MIX semi-finalist will make his singles debut against ZEUS! To the ring!
~As we return to the ring, Zeus is standing in one corner of the ring pacing back and forth, preparing for his big match. The former GCWA tag team icon removes his stunning sunglasses, handing them to the timekeeper to keep them safe. They’re very expensive.~
~“No One Will Survive” starts to play over the speakers as the sound of a motorcycle is heard. The fans cheer as it rolls on stage with Bam Miller parked on the seat like a bad ass. He points around to all the fans before riding down the ramp and riding a few slow circles around the ring.~
Belvedere: Making his way to the ring, standing six foot three and weighing two hundred and twenty five pounds… from Detroit, Michigan… BAAAAAAM MIIIIIIIILLLLLLER!
~Bam parks his bike and high fives a fan in the front row, then gets a Miller Lite beer tossed to him. He walks up the steel steps, and walks slowly into the middle of the ring. He opens the can up and as soon as the can touches his lips pyro goes off behind him. As the pyro stops Bam Miller walks over to the corner to wait for the match to start.~
~The referee checks in with each of the two competitors, and calls for the opening bell.
DING!
~At the opening bell Bam Miller stomps out of his corner to the center of the ring, quickly tying up Zeus and twisting him into a side headlock. Bam feeds a few right hands to Zeus’s grill before shooting him off the ropes and catching him off the rebound with a stiff clothesline. Zeus hits the canvas hard, and Bam Miller immediately drops atop him and makes a cover while grinding his forearm into the Greek Gods’ face.~
1!
~Zeus gets a shoulder up, breaking the count. Probably not in the best interest of his long term health.~
Smith: Bam Miller drags Zeus up to his feet and whips him into the corner!
Hood: Zeus crashes into the turnbuckle and collapses to the mat!
~Zeus uses the turnbuckle to drag himself up to his knees as Bam approaches and blocks him into the corner. Zeus tries to throw a European uppercut, but Bam deflects his punch and drives a heavy knee into Zeus’ chest. He crumples Zeus in the corner, then lays into him with heavy stomps. Bam backs up a few steps, motioning for Zeus to get up, but as soon as the Greek God crawls to his knees Bam rushes forward and drives his foot across Zeus’ jaw.~
Smith: This is ugly.
Hood: They’re both fine looking gentlemen.
Smith: That’s… not at all what I meant.
~Bam Miller backs up, and once more motions for Zeus to stand up. Zeus groggily fumbles for the top rope and drags himself up to his knees, then finally to his feet. He sways unsteadily as Bam Miller wraps him up around the waist and flips him backwards with a german suplex. Zeus skids across the canvas, rolling underneath the bottom rope and falling to the floor outside the ring. The crowd “oooooh”s loudly as Bam Miller looks on in surprise. That wasn’t a part of his plan. Bam drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring after Zeus, but when he reaches the Greek God a quick shove sends him crashing into the fan barricade! Zeus pops up to his feet, throwing a kick into Bam’s midsection and doubling him over. He follows it up by bouncing Miller’s skull off the railing and then shoving him over on the floor.~
Hood: Zeus is actually trying to battle back, here.
Smith: Maybe he’s got a chance to actually wi-
~Bam pops up quickly, catching Zeus around the neck and bringing him crashing back down to earth with a diamond cutter.~
Smith: Nevermind. I spoke to soon. Nevermind.
~Bam looks down at Zeus, shaking his head from side to side before kneeling down and dragging his opponent up to his feet. The two lock up in a test of strength, which Bam Miller easily winds before twisting Zeus into a hammerlock and shoving him face first into the steel ringpost! The crowd grounds loudly with empathy as Zeus bounces off the ringpost and rolls across the floor limply.~
~Bam Miller rolls underneath the bottom rope, then back out to the floor, making sure the referee cant count him out as he continues to work Zeus over on the outside. He advances on Zeus, but the Greek God scampers across the floor and around the steel ring steps to try and put distance between him and his assailant.~
Smith: Zeus is starting to look pretty desperate here.
Hood: When does Zeus NOT look desperate, to be fair? Bam is a scary guy, you saw what he was capable of in the Margarita Mix.
Smith: Yeah. He really carried Pinkston.
~Zeus uses the ring skirt to drag himself back up to the apron and roll back into the ring before Bam can get to him. Bam, frustrated, jumps quickly up to the apron and steps through the ropes… Zeus grabs him quickly, rolling him up for a sneaky pin!~
1!
2!
~Kickout by Bam Miller!~
Smith: Bam gets a shoulder up, and avoids an embarrassing loss!
Hood: I think he’s done messing around now.
~Indeed, Bam seems freshly motivated as he pops to his feet and dives at Zeus with a clothesline, hammering him down to the mat. In a flash he has Zeus in a front headlock, dragging him back up to his feet. He slips around behind Zeus, wrapping him around the waist and hitting a bridging suplex, rolling over and pulling a groggy Zeus back up without ever releasing his grip. He jumps back to the front of Zeus, kneeing him in the midsection to double him over before hooking both arms and DDT’ing Zeus to the canvas. Bam Miller rushes to the corner, climbing the turnbuckle for the first time as the fans cheer loudly… he’s taking to the air!~
Smith: Flying elbow!
Hood: Miller drives an elbow through the ribcage of Zeus!
~Bam hooks the leg, the crowd counting out loud as the referee slides into position for the count.~
1!
2!
TH-
Smith: Zeus kicks out!
Hood: Why the hell would he do that?!
~Bam looks at the referee, stunned. He looks at Zeus, still stunned. Finally he shrugs and climbs to his feet, eyeing Zeus like a predator stalking its prey. Zeus stumbles slowly to his feet…~
~MILLER TIME!~
Smith: Bam stunners Zeus!
Hood: He makes the cover!
1!
2!
3!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner...BAM MILLER!!!!!
Smith: Impressive win by Bam Miller...proving that his run to the semi-finals of the MIX was no fluke!
Hood: Yea, it’s been a night of impressive returns and debuts but that might have been the most impressive.
Smith: Bam’s got a shot to make some serious noise in OCW...I can’t wait to see where he goes from here!
Hood: No doubt.
DING!
DING!
~We are back inside the arena, when the opening chords of “This Time It’s Different” from Evans Blue begin to crescendo through the speakers. Strobe lights are going off all around the entrance. By the time the vocals hit, the crowd is already booing heavily as Peter “The Janitor” Vaughn walks out onto the Massacre stage.~
Smith: It’s the OCW Craze Champion and the #1 Contender, Peter Vaughn!
Hood: Bet you never thought you’d be saying that about a man once known for cleaning locker rooms after cards.
Smith: Even you have to acknowledge that Vaughn has come a long way since the GCWA, even if that path has caused him to be one of the most hated men in OCW.
Hood: I’ll just say that it’s been an improvement.
~Vaughn walks down to the ring, carrying the OCW Craze Title with him. He steps through the ropes, taking a position and waiting for the music to stop and the booing to die down. Only one of these things happens.~
Smith: This crowd is really showing their hatred of Peter Vaughn.
Hood: And hey, I understand it. I was upset as anyone when he had Dylan Thomas’ daughter dangling from the rafters.
Smith: You were?
Hood: Hey, I’m A-List for life, Smith. That said, Vaughn’s gone through a lot, too. You’d think there’d be some sympathy for him.
~The jeers keep coming, as the crowd finds a few disposable items they’re willing to throw towards the ring. Inside, Vaughn has his head down, still waiting. He finally slowly raises his head up, smiling.~
Smith: Did the boos not affect him at all?
Hood: He might just like them… or honestly, maybe he doesn’t even hear it. Who the fuck knows?
~The mic comes up, with Vaughn beginning to speak. The crowd quiets down a little, just because some in the audience want to hear what he has to say, so that they can hate him some more.~
Peter Vaughn: At Under The Lights, I did what I said I would. I retained the OCW Craze Title, I crushed Dylan Thomas single-handedly, and I became the #1 Contender to the OCW World Title.
Smith: “Single-handedly”? I think Thomas might disagree with that.
Hood: All I remember is Vaughn getting the 1-2-3, Smith.
Smith: You ever think all your drinking and smoking has cost you brain cells, Hood?
Hood: Who said that?
~Vaughn is busy acknowledging the crowd reaction to his comments, which is decidedly negative.~
Peter Vaughn: Next month, as Masters of Macabre, I finally have my chance to become the best in the world. I was expecting it to be a match against Xavier Lux, another man who has broken through his family’s legacy to become who he is today. I was looking forward to it. But he didn’t hold up his end of the deal, and so I have to face an old man for the gold. So be it.
~An “Outcast” chant breaks out in the arena, which actually says more about how much people hate Vaughn as it does about Outcast’s mixed popularity with the fans. After all, Outcast has shown himself willing to do almost anything to win, similar to Vaughn.~
Peter Vaughn: Outcast may believe he stands a chance against me, remembering the loser he faced back in another federation. But those days are over. I’m a new man now. A man truly worthy of becoming World Champion. Outcast doesn’t realize it yet, but his broken-down body can’t take the punishment coming his way. After all, how quickly can anyone recover from the car wrecks at Under The Lights?
Hood: I mean, he’s got a point. Outcast literally got thrown through the windshield of the Slam Buss!
Smith: Yes, but we’ve seen Outcast come back from almost every conceivable injury.
Hood: At some point, those injuries will just pile up to a point of no return.
Peter Vaughn: I am extremely confident I’m going to become World Champion next month. So confident… that I feel I can move on from this belt.
~Vaughn lifts the OCW Craze Title up, staring at it. The crowd reacts, wondering where this is going.~
Peter Vaughn: Because I’ve outgrown the OCW Craze Title. It elevated me, and I, in turn, elevated it to previously unreached levels of stardom. But I can take it no farther.
Smith: Wait, is Vaughn… forfeiting the Craze Championship??
Hood: Holy fuck, why would he do that? Keep the belt until the PPV at least! Get the extra money from it!
~Vaughn walks over to the corner, placing the Craze Title onto it, showing it a lot of respect. He even bows to it for a moment.~
Peter Vaughn: The Craze Title can’t just go to anyone, though. With all the power struggles going on in the back, who knows what would be the final decision for this belt. Heck, they might just decide to give it to Mike Zybala just so he can claim a championship. I can’t have that.
~The boos return, as many in the audience are eternally fond of Mr. Zybala.~
Peter Vaughn: It has to be just the right person. A man who has shown that he is worthy of this gold around his waist. It needs to be someone… like a professor…
Smith: Wait… what?
Hood: Oh, haha, I should have known!
~”Cry Out For A Hero” by Beast in Black hits the speakers. Some of the boos grow even louder as Bradley Carrington walks out of the back, carrying his autobiography once again. He heads for the ring.~
Hood: I really have to admire Vaughn’s increase in intelligence. This is the perfect move!
Smith: What on earth has Carrington done during this new run of OCW to warrant just handing him a championship??
Hood: He’s Bradley Carrington, Smith, what more do you need?
~Carrington enters the ring and walks up to Vaughn, who gives him a smile and a nod. Carrington returns the nod, then turns to the championship. He reaches out to pick it up… and then is attacked from behind!!~
Hood: Whoa!
Smith: Wait, is Vaughn… no, no, that’s DYLAN THOMAS!!
~Thomas is striking at Carrington with lefts and rights, driving him back into the corner. Vaughn, seeing this, grabs the Craze Title and slides out of the ring, making it his priority that Thomas doesn’t get his hands on the gold. Carrington tries to fight back, swinging his autobiography, but Thomas ducks under it, then grabs Carrington’s legs, dropping him onto his back!! Carrington raises his arms, asking Thomas not to do it, as Thomas sets him up for his senton leg drop!! But suddenly, Vaughn is grabbing Carrington’s arms, dragging back backwards out of the ring! Thomas can’t hold on, as Vaughn gets Carrington to safety!~
Smith: We were about to see Thomas bring some pain to the Professor!
Hood: I always love seeing Thomas, but why’s he out here now? I hate to admit it, but he lost fair and square to Vaughn!
Smith: After Carrington came to the ring and attacked Dylan!
Hood: When there are no rules, you can’t cheat, Smith! It’s a law of wrestling!
~Vaughn and Carrington are both yelling at Thomas, who is seething in the ring. Thomas wants to head after both men, but they’re already heading up the aisle, with Vaughn making sure to hand the Craze Title back over to Carrington on the way. Vaughn turns and waves to Thomas, basically saying that they’re done, but Thomas looks like he’s still got scores to settle. He heads over to the attendant nearby and demands a microphone.~
Dylan: AFTER EVERYTHING THAT YOU’VE PUT ME THROUGH RECENTLY VAUGHN...YOU THINK WE ARE DONE?! We are fucking done when I say we’re done! I seem to remember all through our match, I was beating you black and blue! We might have had our match at Under The Lights but you….. Oh you… You’ve still got to contend with Lord Allton! And Carrington….. After what you did at Under The Lights, I want you at Masters of Macabre! Whether you like it or not, Vaughn, you’re always gonna have the A-List Family gunning for you, until we say otherwise!
~Dylan slams the microphone down and points at Vaughn and Carrington, still seething.~
Smith: So…. Dylan and Vaughn aren’t done it seems. And he’s going to get to Vaughn by proxy of the Professor!
Hood: Man… I hate to say it, but Dylan should really let this one lie.
Smith: He was cheated out of the win by Bradley Carrington, Hood!
Hood: Yeah. But it’s not as if Dylan has never done that before. I remember his matches with Xtreme in GCWA! He broke Xtreme’s ankle twice! Ah! Those were the days!
Smith: Well Dylan seems to be making amends for his previous actions and I for one, like that!
Hood: Dylan’s a good guy, Smith, but this is wrestling! The ends always justify the means. It’s all about getting a W in the win column… something that, sadly Dylan has yet to do here in OCW!
Smith: I believe he’ll get there, Hood. It’s just timing.
Hood: Always a bridesmaid, huh?
~We return from commercial break~
Smith: It’s been a tremendous night so far...three major league signings with another on the way! Who’s gonna earn a contract...Cashe or Gold?
Hood: They both sound like money. But I’m gonna go with the one who doesn’t play with snakes.
Smtih: And I’m taking Lexi. It’s Jason Cashe. It’s Lexi Gold. Folks, this one’s been brewing for weeks...and, it’s NEXT!
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen it is now time for our Main Event of the evening! This match is scheduled for one fall and the winner will receive an OCW contract!
~The crowd goes wild~
Belvedere: Introducing first…
~Jason Cashe emerges from behind the curtain. There’s no music, just the reaction of the fans. The reaction is fairly mixed...he’s been a controversial figure since entering OCW...abandoning his partner, killing snakes, getting Leo laid...it’s been wild. Cashe marches down the ramp with determination in his eyes. This is the night he’s been waiting for~
Belvedere: From Houston, TX by way of Decatur, GA...standing six feet tall and weighing in at 225lbs...Jason Cashe!!!
Smith: Jason Cashe making his singles debut in OCW.
Hood: The first of many, mark it down!
Smith: I’d say he’s the favorite heading into this...but he did kill Lexi’s snake. The type of motivation that act could spawn is hard to compete against.
Hood: It’s a fuckin snake. There are shows literally about people killing snakes. They are popular. Snakes suck.
~Cashe slides into the ring and pops to his feet. He marches around the ring before leaning over the top rope, arms crossed, staring out into the crowd~
Belvedere: And, his opponent…
~5 out of 6 by Dessa hits! The fans pop a little louder for Lexi...in a more positive manner. She’s been the victim in all of this, really. Gold appears from behind the curtain…no snake in sight. She takes a moment on the ramp to soak in the fans and their reaction~
Belvedere: From Los Angeles, California...standing 5’4 and weighing in at 125lbs...Lexi Gold!!!
~Gold sprints down the ramp, eager to get after Cashe. Belvedere exits the ring. Gold slides into the ring and pops to her feet. Cashe spins around...Lexi begins to chop Cashe across the chest. The bell rings...the fans go wild, hot for the sudden, aggressive start to the match. Jason backs into the ropes after several knife edged chops. Lexi whips him off the ropes...but Cashe reverses. Lexi hits the ropes, she bounces off...Jason throws a knee...but Lexi ducks...she stops, reaching backward, grabs Cashe’s head and drops him with a neck breaker!!! Cashe hits hard, reaching for his neck in pain~
Smith: Neckbreaker from Lexi! Hot start to this match…the early lead for Miss Gold!
Hood: You see her SLITHER under that knee, Smith? You think she’s part reptile?
Smith: I do not think she is part reptile.
Hood: But you don’t KNOW.
Smith: I’m 99.all-the-nines percent certain she is not part reptile.
Hood: So, there’s a chance that she IS part reptile.
~Lexi pops back to her feet and backs into a corner. She hops onto the middle buckle. Cashe rolls onto all fours, trying to get back to his feet...Lexi leaps off and drives and elbow into the back of Jason’s neck!!! He flips onto his back, flopping around, holding his neck in pain. Lexi quickly grabs Jason by the head and applies a cravat, twisting and turning on Jason’s impacted neck~
Smith: And Lexi has already found a body part to go after.
Hood: Look at her, slithering around, looking for an opportunity to strike.
Smith: She’s not a reptile Hood.
Hood: There’s something VERY reptilian going on in there, Smith.
~Jason tries to power out of the cravat...the pain too annoying to withstand much longer. Lexi, unable to keep the much larger opponent down, transitions into a front face lock. Cashe gets to his knees...he rises to his feet and he charges back, bullying Lexi into a corner. He drives his shoulder into her midsection once, twice...THREE TIMES A LADY! Lexi releases her front face lock, gasping for air. Cashe smacks Lexi with a forearm uppercut...she reels back, into the corner. Cashe takes her over toward the center of the ring with a snapmare. She’s seated up, dazed. He charges forward and kicks her in the back of the head, sending Lexi to her side, down on the mat~
Smith: Jason Cashe with a flurry of offense to take control of this match!
Hood: That’s what you do, Smith. You aim for the head of the snake!
Smith: Please! Enough with this snake talk!
~Jason rips Lexi off the mat and slings her into a corner. Lexi hits hard. Cashe charges in with a big clothesline. He takes a step back and turns his hands into pinchers~
Smith: Oh no, don’t tell me.
Hood: TITTY TWISTER!
Smith: This is assault!
~Cashe reaches forward for a TITTY TWISTER...but Lexi kicks him in the groin!!! The fans pop! Cashe doubles over. Lexi hops onto the middle rope, she jumps forward, grabs Cashe by the head, spins around and drops him with a Tornado DDT!!! Cashe is down!! Lexi crawls over and makes the cover!! Scruff slides in~
1!
2!
Kick Out!!!
Smith: Aww man! C’mon, Lexi!
Hood: The serpent struck!
Smith: STAHP
~Gold pops back to her feet...she stalks Cashe, waiting for him to get up. Jason does, a little groggy from the head trauma...he turns around and gets a boot to the gut. She grabs Cashe by the head and drops him with Twisted Divine (Satellite Twisting Cutter)!!!! Cashe is down!! Lexi makes the cover~
1!
2!
KICK OUT!
Smith: Another kick out by Cashe...Lexi’s got him on the ropes.
Hood: No she doesn’t. He’s clearly on the mat.
Smith: METAPHORICALLY
~Lexi doesn’t protest or look angry. She rolls Cashe onto his front side and gets to his legs. With great quickness and efficiency she locks in GOLDEN HOUR (Modified Inverted Reverse Figure-Four Leglock)!!! Cashe pushes up with both hands, his face riddled with pain. Lexi leans back, applying as much pressure as she can. Scruff slides in, asking Cashe if he wants to give it up...but he’s worked too damn hard to make it this far for an OCW contract...so he gives a strong “fuck no!”~
Smith: Lexi is going to tear Cashe’s ligaments limb from limb!
Hood: She’s injecting him with venom!
Smith: Not literally, folks.
Hood: LITERAL VENOM
~Gold stresses and strains, doing her best to squeeze a tap out of Jason Cashe...but, again, Cashe uses his size advantage to crawl forward, dragging Lexi along...he reaches out and snares the bottom rope!! He hugs it tightly, a life preserver. Scruff stands over Lexi...he yells for a break, she keeps the hold locked on...he counts...he hits five. She finally breaks. Jason pulls himself away, onto the apron where he remains down as Lexi returns to her feet~
Smith: This has been all Lexi Gold.
Hood: Makes my blood run cold.
Smith: Enough with the snake talk!
~Jason struggles but pulls himself up, standing on the apron. Lexi charges forward...but Cashe blasts her with a forearm. She stumbles back. Jason continues to gather himself. Lexi fires back up. She runs at Cashe once again...Jason throws a punch...Lexi ducks and drives her shoulder into Jason’s abdomen. He leans over the top rope...his position is weakened. Gold takes a few steps back~
Smith: Lexi’s got something big planned!
Hood: She’s coiling up, preparing to lunge!
Smith: PLEASE!
~Lexi runs forward and leaps over Cashe...she is looking for a sunset flip powerbomb off the apron!! Her feet hit the floor and she tries to yank Cashe over...but Jason holds onto the top rope...she can’t pull him down...he rips his leg free and knees her in the face!!! Lexi stumbles forward, toward the barricade. Cashe spins around. Lexi turns...Jason jumps off and knees Lexi in the face!!! Her body flies backward, against the barricade, slinking to the ground~
Smith: No!
Hood: Alright! Finally, this shit is improving.
Smith: C’mon, Lexi! You can recover!
Hood: I didn’t know you were so into snake people. You one of those reptilian overlords or whatever?
Smith: Of course not!
~Jason snares Lexi, rips her off the floor and slings her back into the ring. He slides in. Cashe pops back to his feet and he pulls Lexi up. He grabs Lexi by her thick, blonde hair and drags her into a corner...he rears back and SLAMS Lexi face first into the top buckle. She stumbles away, toward the center of the ring. She turns around and Jason runs her over with a huge lariat~
Smith: Lexi is in trouble, Hood. Cashe is totally in his element right now.
Hood: What element would that be? Helium? Hydrogen? BERYLLIUM?
Smith: I’d be mad at your inane commentary...but I’m impressed you know of Beryllium.
Hood: Periodic table fucks, man.
~Again, Cashe grips her blonde hair, yanking Lexi to her feet...he slings her into the ropes...Gold tumbles through the ropes, onto the apron. Cashe steps through the ropes, joining Lexi on the apron. He pulls her up, grabs her by the head and jumps off the apron, slamming Lexi face first into THE HARDEST PART OF THE RING!!! Lexi is face down on the apron, her left arm dangling lifelessly over the edge. Cashe steps forward, shoving Lexi back into the ring. He crawls in and makes the cover. Scruff slides in~
1!
2!
3...NO!!!
Smith: She survives!
Hood: Fuckin snakes, man. Why’d it have to be snakes?
Smith: First off, she isn’t a snake. Second, you’re no Harrison Ford.
~Cashe returns to his feet. He’s got his eyes on that OCW Contract. He can FEEL it. He can SMELL it...smells DELICIOUS. He waits for Lexi to stand...he’s setting her up~
Smith: Cashe is looking for UTI! It’s the move that’s won Cashe most, if not all, of his major accomplishments!
Hood: Urinary Tract Infection?
Smith: No, Hood! Under the Influence!
Hood: Oh, good. I like that name way better.
~Lexi is slow to her feet...but she gets there. Cashe runs forward, reaching for Lexi’s head to hit his jumping neckbreaker...but Lexi kicks up...her legs find the middle rope...she kicks off and flips over Jason, landing in front of him. Cashe is stunned...Lexi leaps up, she wraps her legs around Jason’s head and she slings him forward with a Frankensteiner...his head SLAMS into the middle buckle!!! He tumbles back, into the center of the ring~
Smith: Fool’s Gold!! Lexi just hit Fool’s Gold and Cashe is DOWN
Hood: Son of a WHORE
Smith: Yes, somewhere, Who’Re is smiling, no doubt.
Hood: Yea, while she’s doing what she does best...getting railed from behind by like six dudes.
Smith: HOOD
~Cashe is down! Lexi, instead of going for a pin, heads through the ropes to the outside~
Smith: What is she doing?
Hood: She’s quitting. She knows...like we all do, that Cashe deserves this contract. She’s doing what’s best for OCW and the human race.
Smith: If that’s true...why is she looking under the ring?
Hood: Might be hoping there’s a trap door under there so she can exit in hidden shame.
~Lexi pulls a giant bag out from under the ring. The fans pop~
Smith: Uh-oh!
Hood: What the fuck is in that...don’t tell me…
Smith: It’s her snake!
~Lexi unties the bag and she slings it toward the ring. A giant snake slides out of the bag and onto the mat, inches from Cashe. The fans chant, “WAKE UP!” Eager to see Jason’s reaction to the massive serpent resting so close to his face~
Smith: More payback!
Hood: She already paid him back! This is gratuitous!
Smith: He killed her pet. Which is like killing a loved one.
Hood: Who the fuck loves a snake? Do snakes have any personality other than “slither and bite”?
~Slowly, Cashe begins to stir. Lexi leans under the bottom rope, watching. I’d call it fascination but it looks more along the lines of aroused anticipation. She runs her tongue across her lips, eyes wide with excitement. Cashe slowly turns his head toward the snake. The fans are buzzing...they are on the edge of their seats. His eyes flicker. The snake’s tongue juts out, hitting him in the nose. Cashe’s nose wiggles...his face contorts...he lets out a huge sneeze!! His eyes open...he rubs his nose...he’s a little lost for a moment until he recognizes what’s staring him in the face~
Smith: He sees the snake!
Hood: Gotta give the snake some credit...it didn’t flinch when Cashe sneezed all over it. Means Cashe must have excellent breath.
Smith: If that’s what you took away from that...great.
~Jason rolls away as fast as he can. The snake chases him. He tries to go under the ropes, but gets stuck...he looks over his shoulder to see the snake heading his way. “SHIT!” he yells, sliding back into a corner...he’s trapped. Lexi slides into the ring...she pops to her feet in the center, leaning forward, hands on her knees, watching as the snake makes its way toward Cashe. Jason puts his hands up and yells, “NO! GET AWAY!”~
Smith: Cashe might pass out from fear!
Hood: I fucking hope not. Get that snake out of the ring...we need help out here!
Smith: He’s all alone, Hood. There isn’t a soul in this business who’d help Jason Cashe.
~Cashe is about to have a heart attack. The snake slithers closer and closer. Jason closes his eyes. We cut to Lexi, who leans in further, watching with great anticipation...we pull back...and the crowd begins to react as a man slides into the ring behind Lexi~
Smith: Who is that?!
Hood: We’ve got company! Please be here to save Cashe. PLEASE BE HERE TO SAVE CASHE!
~He man spins Lexi around...as she turns around, he drills her in the face with a roundhouse kick!!! Gold stumbles around, collapsing to the mat. The fans don’t know how to react...we finally get a clear shot of Lexi’s assailant~
Smith: OH MY GOSH...Hood...that’s pro wrestling legend CYRUS RIDDLE!
Hood: Holy Shit! I’ve heard of this guy….he’s fucking awesome.
~Riddle marches forward. He sees Cashe curled up in the corner, hiding from the snake. Riddle picks the snake up off the mat. He turns around, the snake in his arms. Lexi struggles to her feet, holding her head...Riddle runs forward and BLASTS Lexi in the face with the snake!!! She hits the mat, HARD. Riddle slings the snake out of the ring...it hits the ramp and slithers away. The fans begin to boo~
Smith: C’mon! Scruff! OCW! Do something!
~Scruff is listening to his ear piece. He nods and backs away~
Smith: It appears Scruff is being told to stand down and let this happen! Marcus Welsh is truly back in control.