LIVE! September 20th 2021
From The OCW Arena
~It’s that time, fans. It’s MASSACRE TIME! No cold open this week...which should make at least ONE PERSON happy...which is what we’re all about, making people happy! So, like a shot of tequila after a long, hard week of work...Massacre is back to feed your addiction. LET’S GO! We cut to the always LIVE and forever SOLD OUT OCW Arena in Key West, Florida! Fans are going CRAZY. Panning through the crowd, we spot the GREEN MOBLINS in full force, awaiting the in-ring debut of Ciela Luiz. A couple is spotted covering their foot long hot dogs with OWL THIS MUSTARD...Alice’s special yellow mustard sauce...it appears they went with EXTRA CHUNKY. Marcus Welsh has really cleaned this place up, by the way...a fact we know is true because we’ve only spotted 4.5 bums hidden within the fans. A number that hasn’t been that low since 2019. A group of die hard OCW fans are burning XWF merchandise...they dance around and perform some kind of weird ritual...we cut away quickly. Ah, nice…a few signs...one which reads, “I GOT YOUR BACK, ROSS!” another that reads “BREAKING NEWS: MV PORTER IS THE FUTURE” and finally we catch a sign that reads “DO YOU SELL GYROS, THEBE?” We finally cut to Smith and Hood~
Smith: Hello again everyone and welcome to Monday Night Massacre! I’m your host Smith and alongside me, as always, is Hood.
Hood: What’s up, freaks.
Smith: Last week we hit you with so many surprises. So many debuts. SO MANY ANNOUNCEMENTS...tonight, I feel as though OCW is going to be focused on turning the page. Rounding the corner, if you speak.
Hood: No shit. I’m looking at the program for tonight’s matches and I have no idea who any of these fucking people are...well, except for Ian Dream, of course.
Smith: We’re getting a first hand glimpse into OCW’s future. Marcus Welsh has gone out and signed some of the premier talent within the late teen to early twenty ranks. And, it appears as though he’s hit a homerun.
Hood: Nobody can spot talent like Welsh. So glad he’s back...for now.
Smith: Yep, we’re also transitioning into a new regime as GM James Raven’s first night on the job begins TONIGHT.
Hood: What’s Welsh going to do if Raven is in charge?
Smith: I’m not 100% sure...but I think he’s going to be focused on repairing OCW’s border and fighting back the outside invaders.
Hood: Ah, so fighting back against those XWF people. FINALLY
Smith: Indeed. Meanwhile, James Raven’s sole focus will be on OCW and it’s future...a future that, after tonight, will be so bright, you’ll all need to wear shades.
Hood: Wow, that was lame.
Smith: Leave me alone. Wraith, Thebe Nwadike, MV Porter, Ciela Luiz, Victoria Strader, Ian Dream, and Mike Zybala are all…
Hood: whoa, Whoa, WHOA...did you just try and slip Zybala in there as our fucking future?
Smith: Well, he is on the card.
Hood: Geezus. How did he wind up on this card? He’s going to corrupt all these newcomers!
Smith: Folks...it’s a lengthy card which means we’ve got a lot to get into...so, let’s kick things off with the debut most people are talking about. His father is the dominant force in Pro Wrestling News...fans, it’s time to witness the in-ring debut of Mario Vontez Porter!!!
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall!
~The fans yell ‘ONE FALL!!’ That never gets old.~
Belvedere: Already in the ring… from Aurora, Illinois… here is The Good Detective… Jack Puffer!
~Despite Puffer’s loss last week, the fans still give him a warm ovation. He nods and bows to the crowd.~
Hood: Puffer took a beating from Hanson last week. But he’s back for more!
Smith: He’s a true competitor. It seemed like he might be getting somewhere in the GCWA, with his partners in the Mustard Factory.
Hood: Oh, God, don’t remind me of that! Just thinking about it makes me remember Noah Hanson covered in mustard. Damn, that smell…
Belvedere: And his opponent…
~I Will Go To War by Tessa Thompson starts to play through the speakers as the letters M.V.P. In bold Appear above the screen then fade away and then the name Mario Vontez Porter pops up on the screen, then pyro goes off on stage, and Mario Vontez Porter comes out on stage with his manager Chanel Karter. He wears a black Mike hoodie with black wrestling tights on with black retro Jordans on. He and Chanel walk down the ramp together and Mario interacts with some fans at ringside. Taking a few pictures then runs up the steel steps and enters the ring and heads for the far right turnbuckle and climbs to the top to pose as another set of fireworks go off around the arena as he points to the fans and smiles. Then steps down and waits in the corner with Chanel.~
Belvedere: From Los Angeles, California… standing 6’1” and weighing 210 lbs… with his manager, Chanel Karter… here is Mario Vontez Porter… MVP!
Smith: Mario, one of the OCW’s young guns, has said he’s looking to make his own mark on the business. He doesn’t want anyone to refer to him as Denzel Porter’s son.
Hood: Wait, then why did you just mention Denzel?
Smith: Well, it’s part of the man’s story…
Hood: He said he doesn’t want it mentioned, Smith! And you still brought it up!
Smith: I… I…
Hood: Asshole.
~As Smith sputters, completely thrown off, Belvedere exits the ring and the bell sounds.~
Hood: Let’s just try to be professionals the rest of this match, okay, Smith?
Smith: You? Professional??
Hood: Exactly. Be like me. So what’s going on? Are they talking in there?
Smith: … Yes, looks like Puffer’s gone over to talk to the young man.
~Puffer has made his way across the ring, showing Porter some respect as he talks to him. Porter respectfully doesn’t strike first, nodding to Puffer as the Good Detective starts pointing towards him, then raising his hand to a certain height, the height of Porter, in fact.~
Hood: What the hell is Puffer doing?
Smith: I think… he’s showing off his detective skills to MVP. It sounds like he’s guessing Porter’s height, weight, and the place he’s from.
Hood: … Belvedere just announced those things!!
Smith: Yes, but you had to be paying attention to actually catch them all. Puffer’s showing he can pick up details and retain them!
Hood: That is one of the stupidest things I’ve ever heard.
~Porter doesn’t seem too impressed with Puffer’s ‘deductions’, but he tries to hide it. He asks if Puffer is ready to wrestle, wanting to get down to it, and Puffer agrees. They share a gentleman’s handshake and back off, ready to get going. The ref moves back, giving them plenty of room to face off.~
Smith: Aright, the discussion is over, it’s time to wrestle!
Hood: Are you sure Puffer doesn’t want to detect how much Chanel weighs?
Smith: No man’s that stupid, Hood.
Hood: Yeah, probably true. Never ask the woman those details if you like your private parts attached.
~Chanel is watching closely, shouting to Porter to make an example of Puffer here tonight. The two men lock up, with Puffer able to turn it into a headlock. MVP is able to twist out of it, though, getting behind Puffer and applying an armbar. Puffer fights against it, pulling them both over to the ropes. He whips MVP to the other side, but MVP reverses it, sending Puffer instead. As Puffer returns, MVP charges at him, scoring a spear! Puffer crashes to the ground, with Porter quickly jumping on top of him.~
1!
KICK OUT!
Smith: Porter’s already going for the victory in this one!
Hood: It’s not like they get paid by the hour, Smith. Get the win, get out without injury, and celebrate the night away!
~Puffer is struggling to get up, holding his ribs after that spear strike. Porter is waiting for him, giving him a kick in the midsection, followed by a quick DDT. Puffer is down, stunned, as MVP steps over him, looking like he’s shaken off the nerves. He grabs hold of Puffer’s leg, turning into a spinning toe hold. The ref moves in to check on Puffer, who is clearly in pain, but is already shaking his head rapidly, refusing to submit. MVP keeps him there for several more seconds, keeping it on tightly. Puffer, though, finally manages to get a boot up and push MVP away, breaking the hold. Puffer pushes himself quickly to his feet… and MVP comes right back in with a roaring elbow!! Puffer’s down, as the cover is made again.~
1!
2!
KICK OUT!
Smith: I don’t know how Puffer was able to kick out of that one!
Hood: Idiot already got his paycheck, he should have just called it a night!
Smith: That’s not what Puffer’s here for, Hood. He wants to compete against the best OCW has to offer!
Hood: The way Porter is taking it to him, I don’t think you could call this competitive.
~MVP is working over The Good Detective in the corner now, hitting a series of bionic elbows that has Puffer barely able to stay up. It’s more due to the ropes next to him rather than his own stamina. He staggers forward, trying to catch MVP with a quick clothesline, but MVP easily ducks under the attempt. He catches Puffer from behind, twisting him around into an abdominal stretch! Again the ref is there, checking, with Puffer struggling not to give in to the pain.~
Smith: We’re seeing an amazing assortment of maneuvers from Porter tonight!
Hood: The kid’s one of the best young upcoming talents in this industry.
Smith: Isn’t that what Porter himself said?
Hood: Hey, Puffer’s not the only guy who pays attention to stuff! And in this case, I definitely think it’s the truth!
~To his credit, Puffer still hasn’t tapped out, not wanting to give in despite being in agony. MVP, sensing this, releases the hold, dropping Puffer forward to the mat. As Puffer tries to catch his breath, MVP turns towards his manager, who looks fairly pleased with how things are going. She tells her wrestler to finish it, so MVP looks back forward at Puffer, who’s struggling to get up. MVP comes in, ducking under one final punch attempt from Puffer, then lifts him up, landing the PlayMaker (Rock Bottom)!!~
Hood: And that’s it, it’s over, he’s done, ring the bell.
Smith: Shouldn’t there be a pin first?
Hood: That’s just a formality at this point.
Smith: Maybe, but it looks like Porter’s not done yet.
~With Puffer lying on the canvas, staring mindlessly at the ceiling, Mario has moved over to the turnbuckle. He climbs up effortlessly, as if he’s been doing it his entire life. Once at the top, he takes a moment to take in the cheers coming from the crowd all around him. He then takes flight, launching out towards Puffer and landing the Prime Time Finish (Shooting Star Press)!! The audience lets loose another happy cheer at the move, even as MVP stays on top.~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings.~
Belvedere: Here is your winner… Mario Vontez Porter!!
Smith: A great debut for this young man here in OCW! He really proved to the world that he’s a strong wrestler!
Hood: Don’t say it, Smith.
Smith: Say what?
Hood: He said not to mention it!
Smith: I’m not going to, damn it! You’re the one bringing it up again!
Hood: I am not!
Smith: Look… MV Porter looked damn good here tonight, that’s all that matters. Great match!
Hood: I’m sure his pop is proud.
Smith: HOOD!
Hood: What? Why wouldn’t he be?
Smith: Ugh, you're impossible. Folks, I'm told Cheasy M is backstage standing by with the returning Marcus Welsh.
~We cut backstage where GM Marcus Welsh is standing by with Cheasy M~
Cheasy M: Thanks guys! I’m here with Marcus Welsh...Marcus, great to see you!
Marcus Welsh: I can see you’re happy to still have a job...despite working for that whore.
Cheasy M: Heh...ya know, I bleed OCW, sir. Had to come back.
Marcus Welsh: Right, right, right...so let’s get to it. I’m a very busy man. James Raven’s office is about to be unveiled and let me tell you...it’s real and it’s SPECTACULAR.
Cheasy M: I’m just curious as to the news that Thaddeus Duke, the OCW Savage Champion, broke on Twitter earlier today...the news that he’s banned from the OCW Arena. Is that true?
Marcus Welsh: It is.
Cheasy M: Wow. But, sir, he’s the second highest champion in the company. Is it really wise to ban him from the building during Massacre?
Marcus Welsh: Look...I’ll be loyal to Thad when Thad is loyal to OCW. He’s made it very public, very often, very loudly that XWF is where his loyalties lie. So, if that’s how he feels, he can hang out in his New York apartment on Monday nights and fly around to XWF shows and be on XWF TV. Then, when he’s scheduled to return to an OCW ring, he can fly his ass back down here and drop the belt to an OCW star.
Cheasy M: But, sir...that’s...that’s not how this place operates. The best competitors come here to compete. It’s always been about competition.
Marcus Welsh: Yea, well you clearly weren’t around when I was running things. It’s about the brand. It’s about OCW. I don’t mind helping a few people out...like I helped HOW out back in 2019. But I will not sit here and let a bunch of arrogant outsiders flaunt the colors and logo of some foreign promotion while disparaging and downplaying OCW and its history. It’s ignorant. It’s stupid. And it will no longer be tolerated.
Cheasy M: But what about the other XWF talents?
Marcus Welsh: I’m a fair man. If Thad is banned...so are all the others. If they want to show up, they can sign up to compete inside the ring.
Cheasy M: Wow. You do know Tara Fenix has been spotted backstage and rumors are swirling that Atara Themis has purchased a ticket to the show.
Marcus Welsh: That’s fine. If Atara wants to pay to come to a show, I’m good with that. Just more money in the OCW bank account. And, as for Tara...she’s running her cruise show which is featuring a ton of OCW talent. So, she gets a pass...for now. But that’s about it.
Cheasy M: What about Betsy?
Marcus Welsh: Look, I’m a busy man, alright? I’ve got to make sure GM Raven’s office is ready to go.
Cheasy M: Is he going to be giving you any tips on how to defeat XWF...should the rumored war actually take place?
Marcus Welsh: Let me make this very clear. James Raven’s responsibilities are OCW and OCW alone. I will be handling all external issues...which includes XWF.
Cheasy M: So Raven won’t be taking part in the war?
Marcus Welsh: Again. Raven has been hired to look over OCW while I deal with the shit that’s going on outside the promotion. Now, excuse me...I’ve got to go.
~Welsh leaves a confused Cheasy~
Cheasy M: Wild news, for sure. Back to you guys!
Smith: Whew...might be a little too strict, if you ask me. Sure, those people are die hard XWFers...but they are also representing OCW and have been a major part of our resurgence.
Hood: Welsh is doing what Welsh does. That’s why he’s back...I’m a huge Thad fan, but anybody who knows Welsh should not be surprised.
Smith: The next few weeks are going to be very interesting, methinks.
Hood: Methinks? Who the fuck says methinks? Geezus.
Smith: It’s a fine word. Anyway, the night of debuts continues as arguably the youngest wrestler in OCW history, Wraith, is set to make his debut! Let’s head to ringside!
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Currently in the ring...Clubbin Man!!
~Clubbin Man does the same club dance moves from last week while the fans are all on their phones, eating or talking to each other. Still, Clubbin’ Man continues to bring it, dancing to the tune of the non-existent beat.~
Smith: You gotta give it to Clubbin’ Man, he is committed.
Hood: More like delusional.
~The lights throughout the arena go out row, by row, by row, causing Clubbin’ Man to stop groovin’; they continue to go out until the arena is shrouded in absolute darkness. ~
Smith: Well this is new.
Hood: Hold me!
Smith: Get off!
~The lights come on and Wraith is standing in the center of the ring — in unison, the crowd let’s out a heavy gasp. ~
Belvedere: Oh wow… *ahem*, and his opponent, weighting in at two hundred and ten pounds, from Anchorage, Alaska but currently residing in Hartford, Connecticut…. Here is… Wraith!!
~ He tilts his head back and forth, eyeing the crowd, and then stopping on a particular individual, his stepbrother who is in the front row today, watching his debuting match.~
Smith: What a unique way to enter the ring by one of OCW’s newest signees, Wraith.
Hood: That’s it? Just… Wraith? The hell does that mean anyway?
Smith: Well why don’t you go up there and ask him?
Hood: Nah, I’m good here.
~The bell rings and Wraith quickly turns his attention away from his stepbrother and unto Clubbin’ Man who actually has been keeping his eyes on Wraith the whole time; visibly upset for Wraith ruining his groove. They circle each other briefly before locking up in the middle of the ring, there is a power struggle but Clubbin’ Man is able to apply a headlock on Wraith. ~
Smith: Wraith is another young wrestler joining OCW, just eighteen years old but unlike Ian Dream or Dolly Waters, he has a very unique background.
Hood: Yeah, dude is Alaskan, and part of some weird tribe? I don’t think I’ve ever met a tribal wrestler!
Smith: OK first of all, he’s not a “tribal wrestler”, he’s part Alaskan, from the Tlingit tribe, and can speak the language fluently!
Hood: yeah, so a tribal wrestler!
~Wraith tries to break free from the hold but Clubbin’ Man has a good grip on him so he does the next best thing, backing him to the ropes and shoving him towards the other side and Clubbin’ Man is force to let go. He bounces off the other side and Wraith goes for a clothesline but Clubbin’ Man ducks it and bounces off the ropes. Wraith quickly turns around and drops, hoping to trip Clubbin’ Man, but he is fast on his feet and quickly skips over him and goes to bounce off the other side. Wraith jumps to his feet and then catches Clubbin’ Man right on his chin with a perfect front drop kick! Wraith quickly moves in on him, grabbing Clubbin’ Man’s arm and trying to apply a cross armbar! ~
Smith: Great form there by Wraith on that drop kick and follow through!
Hood: Makes sense, he’s well trained, his parents are wrestlers right?
Smith: Indeed both of his parents are in the business, they are now separated unfortunately but even his stepfather is in the business.
Hood: Good for the bastard!
Smith: Hood!
~Clubbin’ Man clasps his hands together, preventing the young Wraith for fully applying the hold and likely making this match end quickly. Clubbin’ Man then shows great flexibility, turning his body over on top of Wraith for the pin, but before the ref can even make the one count, Wraith breaks the hold and kicks out. Both men quickly get to their feet, and Clubbin’ Man does a quick feet shuffle showing off, but Wraith isn’t having it any more, grabbing Clubbin’ Man and whipping him to the ropes. Clubbin’ Man is able to reverse it however and Wraith bounces off, then Clubbin’ Man puts his head down in hopes for a back body drop but Wraith stops, hooks him by his head and a leg and drops him with a fisherman suplex with a bridge! The ref quickly drops for the count. ~
One!
Two!
Kick Out!
Smith: Wraith is putting up a good showing not only for us, but for his stepbrother who is sitting front row for this one.
Hood: not for us or his stepbrother, it is all for Aphrodite! Don’t forget he is dedicating the win to her if it happens!
~Wraith gets to his feet and brings Clubbin’ Man to his only to whip him towards the corner with some force. Clubbin’ Man hits hard and then stumbles out of the corner, right into Wraith who nails him with a Genocide Kick! The crowd let’s out a loud “OH!” after the vicious super kick. Wraith looks over to his stepbrother who raises an eyebrow at him, perhaps impressed, perhaps expecting more. Wraith goes to make the pin on Clubbin’ Man who looks to be all but done. ~
One!
Two!
Th… Kick Out!
Smith: Clubbin’ Man is a glutton for pain!
Hood: At some point he has to realize he’s not very good at wrestling, and normally I would say don’t quit your day job, but his day job is dancing and he sucks at that too! ~Wraith gets to his feet and then heads to the corner, he starts to climb it but Clubbin’ Man is back up and he pulls him down. He then turns Wraith around, nails him with the softest chop ever and then whips him to the opposite corner. Wraith uses the extra push to jump unto the top turnbuckle, flipping back and catching a running Clubbin’ Man with a Whisper in the Wind! The crowd applauds the nice move and some fans get to their feet, recognizing the set up to Wraith’s finisher. ~
Smith: Young Wraith is about to wrap up his first win in OCW!
Hood: If there was ever a time for Clubbin’ Man to pull off some moves, it is now!
~Wraith stands at the ready, waiting for Clubbin’ Man who is stumbling to his feet, clearly stunned after the move, he looks for Wraith, turns to face him and gets caught by The Howling, his version of the RKO!! Clubbin’ man is down and out! Wraith goes for the pin, turning his body to ensure he can see his stepbrother eye to eye as the ref counts! ~
One!
Two!!
Three!!!
~The bell rings. ~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…WRAITH!!!
~The ref raises Wraith’s arm in victory and the OCW fans give him a nice reaction.~
Smith: Very impressive debut by Wraith who started his wrestling career for all the wrong reasons but now he just wants to continue the family’s legacy. I say he’s off to a good start!
Hood: Which family though?
Smith: What do you mean?
Hood: Is he trying to carry the legacy of the dude that was banging his mom before, or the legacy of the dude that’s banging his mon now?
Smith: DAMN IT HOOD!
Hood: Hey, I'm just saying...lots of dudes are trying to bang his mom. Not the worst thing in the world...props to Tara.
Smith: Ugh...well fans, we're off to a hot start...both MV Porter and Wraith are proving to be tremendous acquisitions for the company's future. Well, we heard from Welsh earlier...if you don't believe that this war is going to cause some issues...we've got some footage from earlier tonight featuring a mother trying to gain entrance so she could watch her son compete...let's cut to that footage!
I'm not here for all of that! I just want to see my son. Sabin? Wraith? He is on the roster you jackass!
~The employee and staff entrance backstage had a little more security than usual. With the war between OCW and XWF starting to take shape, you can never be too careful. Head of Security, Knux was even present as he denied entry for a blue haired 'devil' from XWF. Tara Fenix.~
Knux: I understand but we are limiting who gets to just stroll in here. If you want, I can call for Sabin to come and meet you in the parking lot?
~A generous offer. One that offers her a courtesy but also follows the newly enforced rules for the security team.~
Tara Fenix: Did I lose someone in a Walmart? Just let me go and see him? Why is this a big deal? Let me see my son!
Whoa there holmes!
~Both Knux and Tara turn to see Jason Cashe strolling into the scene. Throwing up gang signs that were better described as Sign Language, he's fluent. A beanie on his head and sunglasses on his face as he sticks his chest out.~
Jason Cashe: You're in the wrong neighborhood, blood! You trying to have some conflict eh?
~It was a mixed crowd tonight. Knux shook his head without a smile. Dude seems like a dick now. Tara on the other hand seemed to smile. Hiding it as she was still very angry but still, a slight smile appeared. Cashe was all smiles and found it rude that nobody else was laughing.~
Jason Cashe: What's going on here anyway?
Tara Fenix: This tattooed baboon won't let me inside… I want to see Sabin!
Jason Cashe: Oh yeah? Is that the only reason you came here? To see him?
~Her eyes show some surprise as she turns and looks at Knux then back to Cashe.~
Tara Fenix: I just want to see my son…
~Nodding, Cashe pats Knux on the back as he keeps his eyes locked onto Tara.~
Jason Cashe: Pretty sure she is carrying a weapon.. If you want, I can frisk her?
Tara Fenix: WHAT?!
Jason Cashe: You Goddesses are all the same. Sneaky and violent. She probably has toenail clippers with that little filer on it? Weapon. Pew! Right in the eye.
Tara Fenix: I’m gonna kick your ass!
~While they were having a little banter, Knux was letting others into the building. Tara, having had enough, just tries walking past. Knux stops her.~
Knux: Ma'am, I'm not going to tell you again… So unless you have something to offer me in return, I suggest you turn around and leave.
~The up and down look that Knux gave her, said plenty. Open to barter for her entry into the building and Tara wasn't happy. Cashe was just standing there and as she looked at Cashe for a response, he too was giving her an up and down stare.
Tara Fenix: Excuse you?
Jason Cashe: What? You're a Milf, can you blame the guy for trying?
~Her hair was blue but her face had turned a shade of red. The rumors of her being a fire breather might very well be true as she stared evil towards Cashe. Not even Knux which was really unfair. Smiling probably didn't help but Cashe did it anyway. It caused her to let out a roar before turning and leaving the way she came from. Back to the parking garage.~
Jason Cashe: What'd I say?
~Patting Knux to the shoulder again, Cashe heads out after Tara. They were friends after all.. Or were before tonight.~
Smith: It appears Tara, in fact, did not make it into the building.
Hood: Are you calling Welsh a liar?
Smith: I’m not saying anything.
Hood: Well, good. I’m glad she didn’t get in. We’ve got to stop the bleeding.
Smith: I wonder what Cashe has on his mind.
Hood: Probably going to make sure she makes it out of the parking lot okay. Lots of homeless people around the OCW Arena.
Smith: Yea, maybe...alright fans, it’s time for our next match as Golden Age member Ian Dream returns to the ring...he will face Shootah!
~We cut to the ring. Shootah paces around, nervously. He shakes his head, lamenting his ‘decision’ to return to pro wrestling~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen...the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first...making his return to OCW…SHOOTAH!
~Shootah jumps and yelps at the increase in Belvedere’s cadence. The crowd laughs. He stumbles into his corner, clutching the top rope in anticipation of another scary match~
Belvedere: And, his opponent…
~Ian Dream comes out as "Superheroes" by The Script comes on the PA system, covering his eyes from the spotlight before walking down the entrance ramp as people in the crowd bow before his villainy. Ian Dream gets on the top turnbuckle and covers his eyes again~
Belvedere: From New York City, New York...standing 5’11 and weighing in at 165lbs...he is a member of The Golden Age...he is...Ian Dream!!
~Dream is ready to go. Belvedere exits. The bell sounds~
Smith: Ian Dream making his first in-ring appearance since his narrow loss to Crash Rodriguez at Under the Lights.
Hood: Kid may not have been 100% ready for the moment...but he did his best and fought hard.
Smith: There’s talent within Ian Dream, for sure. It just needs some time to develop.
~Shootah looks over at Ian. He seems reluctant to leave his corner. Dream suddenly sprints forward...like a blur, we barely catch sight of his movements. He suddenly stands in front of Shootah. Shootah yells and ducks, burying his face into the top buckle. Dream pats him on the bat~
Smith: Ian’s speed on full display already. He’s definitely the quickest member of the OCW roster.
Hood: Why does Shootah even do this? Seriously.
Smith: The money, I’d wager.
~Shootah looks up, responding to the friendly gesture. Dream coaxes Shootah from the corner. He leads him toward the center of the ring. Shootah starts to smile...his posture straightens...he’s beginning to feel more comfortable inside the ring~
Smith: Is Ian Dream bonding with Shootah?
Hood: Are we about to see the NEWEST MEMBER of The Golden Age?
Smith: It’d be a strange one, that’s for sure.
~Ian suddenly drills Shootah in the gut with a knee!! The fans boo! Shootah doubles over, wincing. Ian sprints forward...he’s suddenly on the top rope. Shootah remains doubled over. Dream leaps off and he drops a leg across the back of Shootah’s head, slamming his face into the mat! Shootah is face down. Dream pops back to his feet~
Smith: Ah, yea, well, nevermind then.
Hood: Whew...I was about to unsubscribe to The Golden Age if fuckin Shootah was giving admission.
Smith: I don’t know why he had to raise Shootah’s hopes, though. Seems unnecessary.
Hood: Kid’s just having fun, Smith.
~Dream pulls Shootah from the mat. He’s out on his feet. Ian Dream measures Shootah up before jumping into the air and spinning around, smacking Shootah across the face with Side Kick (Reverse Roundhouse Kick)!!!! Shootah collapses to the mat. Dream makes the cover. Scruff slides in with the count~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner...IAN DREAM!!!!!
Smith: Impressive, easy win for Ian Dream.
Hood: His first OCW victory!
Smith: The first of many to come, I’m sure...Ian Dream looks to earn his way back onto OCW Pay Per View.
Hood: Hey, you have to admire the kid. He took a tough loss in Odessa...but he’s back, head held high, ready to move forward.
Smith: Indeed.
Hood: It's that Thad influence, Smith. Even when Thad isn't here...he's got great influence.
Smith: That's debatable. Alright...speaking of Thaddeus Duke and Ian Dream...I'm told the third member of The Golden Age is backstage! Let's see what Ross Hanson is up to!
~We switch cameras to somewhere in the locker room, close to James Raven's office. Through the crowd walks Ross Hanson, dressed in street clothes and not wrestling gear. He has a rather fat envelope in his hand, and is marching directly to the GM's door.
Staff: Mr. Raven isn't in there right now…
Ross: Good. That's what I was hoping for.
~Ross turns to face this OCW staffer.
Ross: Do you happen to have a pen and some tape, please?
Staff: Sure...just one second….
~The staffer walks away for a moment. Ross looks down into the envelope and appears to be counting its contents. He looks up to see the staffer return.~
Staff: Here you go...sorry, duct tape was all I could find…
~Ross writes something down hastily on the front of the envelope, then puts a piece of tape across the back as well as on the top. ~
Staff: Is everything okay?
Ross: Never been better. Thank you so much.
~With a genuine smile on his face, Ross hands back the roll of tape and the pen with gratefulness in his eyes.~
Ross: Have a good night...and be safe.
Staff: ...you too.
~When the staffer walks away, Ross merely slaps the envelope onto the door as hard as he can, and then walks away whistling "We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together" by Taylor Swift. The camera zooms in onto Ross' rather bad handwriting but it is legible enough for everyone to understand:~
"The Golden Age is just pyrite. Tell Thad I’m out. See you next week.- Ross"
~This is where the scene ends. We cut back to Smith and Hood~
Smith: So...is he OUT of The Golden Age?
Hood: It sure as fuck seems like it.
Smith: I wonder what Thad will think of this?
Hood: Thad seemed sorta fed up with Ross last week so...he might not be too broken up about it. But, man, you ban Thad from the arena for ONE NIGHT and it all goes to hell.
Smith: The glue holding that group together is not present and, well, it seems as though 1/3 of the faction has broken away. Where does this leave The Golden Age? Where does this leave Thad, Ian, and Ross? We’ll find out! But, up next...Mike Zybala has been winless since returning to OCW.
Hood: Sad Zybala noises.
Smith: He was betrayed by his buddy, Marcus Welsh.
Hood: Sad Zybala noises.
Smith: Tonight, he looks to turn things around...Zybala faces Grace Rimmer...NEXT!
Smith: This next match is going to be… well it is going to be something.
Hood: No way, Grace Rimmer is about to win her debut match.
Smith: What are you talking about? Grace is facing Mike Zybala, a tenured and tough professional, who despite his taste in condiments is a great talent.
Hood: Man, he hasn’t even won a match since OCW came back.
Smith: But Grace isn’t even a wrestler, she is a former staff member signed by Who’re who is doing what she has to, to make a buck.
Hood: Well, we found out you can’t turn a Who’re into a GM.
Smith: Let’s just get to the in-ring action.
Hood: I don’t think there will be much of that in this match either.
~Grace Rimmer is in the ring~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen...Grace Rimmer!
~Mike Zybala’s music plays. He throws a few superkicks before rushing down to the ring and sliding in~
Belvedere: And her opponent...Mike Zybala!!
~The bell rings~
Smith: And here we go.
Hood: I got $10 on Grace.
Smith: I’ll take that bet, and fans you can make your official bets over at the OCW Sports Book.
~Zybala and Rimmer begin to lock up, but Zybala catches Rimmers arum and spins it into a hammerlock. Rimmer looks lost as to what to do as Zybala cranks her arm. Zybala then transitions into a headlock and immediately goes into a headlock takeover. Zybala holds Rimmer on the mat and gives a bit of a yawn as he makes a joking face.~
Hood: See man, Zybala isn’t even taking this match seriously.
Smith: To be fair, Zybala doesn’t take much seriously.
~Rimmer works her way up to her knees, but Zybala doesn’t seem to be trying to stop her much. Rimmer fires a forearm into the side of Zybala and this seems to only upset him as Zybala then clamps down hard on the headlock. Rimmer responds by stomping Zybala’s foot. Zybala releases the hold and begins hopping on one foot.~
Hood: See, Grace knows what she is doing. Work on the foot and take the superkick away from Zybala.
Smith: Do you really think that is her gameplan?
~Rimmer hits the ropes and comes back charging at Zybala, but Zybala ducks and heads into the ropes himself. When Zybala ducks, Rimmer stops and looks completely lost. Rimmer turns to look for Zyala just in time to be nailed with “Where’s My Money” (strong style bounce off the ropes into a 360 clockwise spin into a backhand slap to the face) from Zybala.~
Smith: See, Grace Rimmer doesn’t belong in the ring.
Hood: Man, I’m about to lose this bet.
~Zybala takes a few steps backwards and waits for Rimmer to start getting to her feet. As Rimmer stands Zybala moves in and nails the SUPERKICK!!!~
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Belvedere: Here is your winner...MIKE ZYBALA!!!!!
Smith: HA! PAY UP SUCKER!
Hood: Man, I really thought Zybala’s streak would continue.
Smith: He’s back in the win column...great for Zybala...so happy for him! Alright fans, I’m being told we’ve got some very interesting footage from earlier today
Hood: Did McDonalds sell a hash brown at noon?
Smith: NO...I’m talking about our Main Event for Masters of Macabre. Something went down earlier today between Vaughn and Outcast...let’s see what happened!
~The scene opens to Outcast looking perturbed at having to sit in a wheelchair and be wheeled out of the Hospital. He’s been in this situation enough times to just accept he has to take the ride out in the damn chair, but still isn’t happy about it. He flips through the papers on his lap, they are various discharge papers and prescriptions. The nurse begins to wheel him out when Outcast puts his foot on the ground stopping her from moving him.
Outcast holds up a prescription for her to see. She stares at it and without looking back at her Outcast begins to address the issue.~
Outcast: This is a narcotic, and as a recovering addict I cannot take this.
~The Nurse takes the prescription from his hand and studies it for a moment.
Nurse: Um Sir, this is your pain killer. Without this you are going to be in excruciating pain.
Outcast: My entire life has been excruciating pain, I’ll be fine.
Nurse: Uh, ok. I’ll talk to the doctor and see if there is anything I can do, or maybe something else he can give you.
~Outcast looks back at her and gives a half-hearted smile.
Outcast: Thanks dear.
~The nurse heads out of the room and Outcast stands from the chair and moves to the window in the room. As he looks out, a voice is heard behind him.~
Voice: You should stay in that chair. You’re still broken.
~Outcast spins around, ready to fight, but he doesn’t see anyone there.~
Outcast: What the f**k?
~An orderly walks by the open door to the room, glancing in for a second. He stops, considering that Outcast looks ready to fight. Outcast forces himself to relax, so the orderly shrugs and continues on. Outcast shakes his head, turning back to the window… where he sees Peter Vaughn standing there.~
Peter Vaughn: You think this is how a World Champion should act? You’re weak.
Outcast: Is that you Petey? I’m weak? You don’t even know who you really are.
~Outcast lashes out, throwing a picture-perfect punch towards Vaughn. But Vaughn’s no longer there, as Outcast just punches the window instead, cracking it. Outcast lets out a howl of pain, then turns around, where Vaughn is, inexplicably, standing behind him.~
Peter Vaughn: You’re going to be a one-match champion. Everything you think you’ve earned… I’m going to claim.
~Outcast lets out another yell and dives at Vaughn, but again, Vaughn’s no longer there. Outcast angrily grabs a chair from nearby and picks it up, heaving it around the room.~
Outcast: You f**king coward. You won’t be able to play hide and seek at Masters of Macabre.
~Hearing the commotion, the orderly comes back, and signals for back-up. Three men charge in, trying to grab Outcast, as he turns to swing away at them. A nurse comes in, taking in everything and quickly pulling out a sedative to use on him. Outcast tries to fight it, sending one more orderly sprawling over the bed, before dropping to his knees, breathing heavily.~
Orderly: What happened?
Nurse: He said he was a recovering addict. I guess he had a reaction to something we gave him. Maybe we need to keep him in the hospital for a little longer.
~Outcast, though sedated, can be heard mumbling “No” as the orderlies pick him up and work to get him back in bed. As Outcast is laid down, he looks forward at the mirror across the way… where Peter Vaughn can once again be seen, smirking.~
Outcast: You bastard… Vaughn…
~The nurse, confused, glances back at the mirror. She only sees what she expects, the people in the room. She shakes her head, then prepares another dose just in case.~
Smith: The mind games have begun...with Lux and Outcast...it was physical...it was straight forward...two enemies looking to tear each other apart. With Vaughn, it’s going to be more cerebral.
Hood: Yea, which means Outcast is going to have to peek into Peter’s mind...a trip I don’t think ANYONE wants to take.
Smith: Nope. That match should be one for the ages...it’ll headline Masters of Macabre on Sunday, October 10th. Alright fans, the in-ring action rolls on as relative unknown, Thebe Nwadike makes his in-ring debut!
~Zeus is in the ring. He’s walking around with more pride than arrogance. A fan at ringside yells, ‘YOU LOOK LIKE DARLENE FROM ROSEANNE!’ Zeus pauses, clutching at his chest. He yells back, “First of all, it’s THE CONNORS NOW” He pauses, his rage still boiling, “Second of all...I SMITE THEE!” The fan does the spooky finger gesture...as he does, someone bumps into him, spilling luke warm beer all over the fan. Zeus laughs, “AHAHAHAHA THE MIGHTY ZEUS SHALL NOT BE TRIFLED WITH!”~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen...the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...ZEUS!
~Zeus struggles but manages to reach the second rope. He thrusts both arms into the air...it looks like he’s trying to summon lightning. His efforts are unsuccessful...so he quickly pulls his arms down and places his hands on his hips as though that was the intent all along~
Smith: Zeus, back again.
Hood: Say what you want about the guy...but if every person lived each day with half the confidence of ZEUS...the world would be a far better place.
Smith: Well, that’s certainly an opinion.
Belvedere: And, his opponent…
~The beat kicks in and Thebe bops his head to the music and waves his arms to hype the crowd as he makes his way down the ramp and rolls into the ring, going to the turnbuckle to amp himself up~
Belvedere: From Oakland, California...standing 6’2 and weighing in at 197lbs...Thebe Nwadike!
~Thebe is in the ring. Belvedere exits. The bell rings. Zeus hops off the middle buckle, spinning around to face Nwadike on his way down...he nearly twists his ankle upon landing~
Smith: Here’s a debut I’ve been MOST interested in. Thebe is about as unknown a wrestler as we’ve signed this year. But, from what I’ve gathered, he’s got a ton of talent.
Hood: I’ve never been a fan of wrestlers with names I can’t pronounce with confidence.
Smith: Are you saying Zeus has more confidence than you do?
Hood: When it comes to pronouncing this dude’s name? Yea, probably.
~Zeus marches up to Thebe. He shoves Nwadike. Thebe’s brow furrows...he looks down on Zeus as if “WTF?” The disrespect. Zeus leans back and releases a kinda loud but not at all intimidating laugh. The entire charade has Nwadike perplexed rather than intimidated~
Smith: This is a big opportunity for Thebe, Hood. I believe he was mopping the floor of a pizza place before Welsh offered him a spot on the roster.
Hood: So we won’t hire legit veterans...but we’ll hire a guy mopping floors? Sounds about right.
Smith: Welsh obviously saw something in this kid. We can’t have a roster filled entirely of names from other promotions, ya know.
Hood: Lame.
~Confused by Zeus’ actions, Thebe decides to do what any sane person would do given the situation and environment. He leans forward and blasts Zeus in the head with an overhanded punch!!! Zeus stumbles into the corner...he falls into the buckles, which keep him standing. He shakes his head, staring at the mat, dazed. The fans pop~
Smith: There ya go!
Hood: You think he was worried his fist might explode upon landing on the mighty head of ZEUS?
Smith: I don’t think that thought crossed his mind. But the situation was certainly weird enough to give him a moment of pause.
Hood: Green light is shining bright, now.
Smith: Yep. Full steam ahead.
~Thebe marches forward, his confidence growing. He delivers a huge uppercut into Zeus’ chin. Zeus is reeling. The corner prevents him from flying backward. Nwadike smacks the mythology out of Zeus’ mouth via an open palm strike. He proceeds to transition, seamlessly into a spinning back fist. He takes a step back and temporarily suffocates Zeus with a throat punch!! Zeus staggers forward, clutching his throat, coughing and gasping for oxygen. The fans are behind the newcomer and his greek defiance~
Smith: If this were a street fight, Zeus’ lights would be out!
Hood: Why’s it gotta be a street fight?
Smith: Umm, because, well...you know!
Hood: Explain it to me like I’m five.
Smith: Back to the action!
~Thebe leans into the ropes. He’s worked hard for 17 months for very little pay. So, why not earn a lot more by putting forth far less effort? Seems smart. Sounds logical. So, he ricochets off the ropes, rushes forward and BLASTS Zeus in the face with Crosshairs (Running high knee)!!!! Zeus flips backwards, over his head, landing front first on the mat. The crowd goes wild over the impact and subsequent visual. Thebe rolls Zeus over and makes the pin. Scruff slides in with the count~
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3!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner...THEBE NWADIKE!!!!!
Smith: Wow, impressive win by Thebe!
Hood: Personally, I wouldn’t hire a guy mopping floors of a shitty pizza parlor. But, Welsh has an eye for talent and this dude looks legit.
Smith: I don’t think we’ll be seeing much of Thebe on Massacre moving forward...this kid appears ready for prime time. He’s a Pay Per View player, Hood.
Hood: No shit.
Smith: Fans, if you haven’t already...buy some stock in Thebe Nwadike!
Hood: What app do I use to buy the stock? Robin Hood?
Smith: Not literally! Anyway, while Hood figures out that you can't buy literal stock in Thebe...let's head backstage for a quick look-in on Victoria Strader who is set to debut in a few minutes!
~ The fans are crazy like they are down in the Keys (doing that cocaine) and give a decent pop to Victoria and Cara Strader as they are seen strutting down the hall.~
Cara: So did you message her back?
Victoria: Yes I did.
Cara: Good cause me being mature on Twitter is no fun. You ready for your debut?
~Victoria looks over and gives Cara the family sneer and a nod~
Victoria: Going to make that pimp daddy my bottom bitch as well whoever stole our toothbrushes. Like who does that?
Cara: I don’t know man but it is weird. Oh, Hey, that guy that looks like Uncle John, did he say he opened a dispensary somewhere near here?
Victoria: Tony Savage, the CFO? Yeah I heard he did. Are you already? Can it wait until after the show?
Cara: Oh for sure, I just wanna go check it after ‘cause I am down to my last spliff after you left me worrying like you did. Again, it’s no fun to be the mature one!
???: Ladies! Care to give the fans a few words before your debut tonight and allow a man of wealth and taste chat you babes up?
~The fans cheer at the sight of ultimate player pimp daddy, Leo, grinning from ear to ear like Who’re is still working here in OCW~
Victoria: Yeah, we can do that Leo.
~Cara stops dead in her tracks and looks over at Victoria and back at Leo~
Cara: Yo, this is the guy that stood me up in Dollywood?!
Leo: Listen babe, I don’t know what you heard but I’d never stand a lady like you up.
Cara: Um but you did! You know what it’s like to be drowning in fake breasts and blonde wigs?!
~Leo stops and seems to be thinking about the time he did drown in fake breasts and blonde wigs.~
Leo: Man, I miss her. Wait, aren’t you the lesbian Strader chick twin?
Victoria: No, Leo. I am the “Lesbian Strader Chick Twin”. Cara is the “DTF hetero Twin”.
Leo: Oh shit baby, my bad. What are you doing after the show?
~Cara shakes her and laughs~
Cara: Not going to be you, that’s for damn sure.
~The fans in the arena laugh loudly as Cara turns him down before he can even get turnt up~
Victoria: Sorry Leo looks like you are out of time, we gotta go get ready.
Leo: But a few words?
Cara: Maybe next time.
~Cara and Victoria shake their heads and laugh as they walk down the hall as Leo looks down and kicks the floor with that aww’schucks look. He turns around and bumps in OCW Medic and Mechanic, The Knife Man~
Leo: Damn Knifey, you scared me. Those women are something else, aren’t they?
~The Knife-Man tilts his head to the side for a couple seconds as he looks down the hall as the Strader women are finally out of sight. We cut back to ringside~
~“The Infection” by Disturbed blasts out of the arena sound system, catching the fans off-guard, but they quickly get to their feet and begin to cheer, looking towards the entranceway.~
Smith: Xavier Lux is here! We were not expecting him until Masters of the Macabre, and that was if he recovered in time!
Hood: Well I don’t see him coming out, maybe this is all a ruse by Crash Rodriguez and his manager Louis Pohl. Ha! Love those guys!
~The music keeps playing on but Lux doesn’t come out, the crowd starts to murmur but then break into an uproar as Xavier Lux does come out, but on a wheel chair, wearing a neck brace and being pushed by Margarita Mix contestant “Cholo” Giovanni Santana. ~
Smith: Well we get part of the answer right away, the former World Champion is here indeed, but looks nowhere ready to compete.
Hood: Exactly, so that is why we shouldn’t even bother with this match and just make it official tonight: Crash is the new Paradigm champion!
~Gio stops right before the ramp heading down to the ring, Xavier has a microphone in hand and when his music dies down he addresses the crowd. ~
Xavier Lux: OCW faithful, I have to be honest, this being injured shit is getting old…
~The crowd murmurs, wondering what he could mean. ~
Xavier Lux: Not Outcast old, but you know what I mean..
~This pops some of the crowd.~
Xavier Lux: As you all know I have been placed in this Paradigm Championship match against one of the youngest and fastest rising stars not only in OCW but the whole wrestling business in Crash Rodriguez… This is quite the contrast after fighting the oldest man in the entire federation but make no mistake about it, if Outcast lives long enough for me to earn another title shot, I will be coming for him!
~The crowd pops again loudly.~
Xavier Lux: But that is in the distant future, the truth of the matter is, the now, the now is not looking so good. While I wish I could tell you I am excited for the opportunity of facing young Crash and earning yet another title here in OCW, being bound to this damn chair has put a damper on the whole damn thing. I didn’t want to do this from a hospital bed, away from the OCW arena and all of you… That is why I had to come out here today to say -
~Before Xavier can finish his thought, "No Love" by Death Grip begins to play, causing the crowd to give a mix reaction… ~
Smith: Well that’s just rude!
Hood: You’re rude, show your respect to the Paradigm Champion!
~That is until Crash Rodriguez comes out with his representative Louis Pohl who is holding the Paradigm title in his hands. The mix reaction turns to pure boos but Louis Pohl brushes the fans off, keeping his eyes on Xavier who is also watching him with a look of pure disgust. Crash on the other hand worries more about the fans and doesn’t really pay any mind to Xavier. Cholo whispers something to Xavier but Xavier waves him off, telling him that it’s OK. The music dies down and Louis Pohl pulls out a mic of his own.~
Lou Pohl: I’m sorry for the interruption there Mr. Lux, but my client and I and event these idiots here already know what you are going to say. So let’s just -
~The crowd begins a ‘shut the fuck up!’ chant that causes Xavier and Cholo to crack a smile while Lou just rolls his eyes, Crash just shakes his head. ~
Smith: I’m not sure how the fans feel about Crash, but they definitely do not like his representative.
Hood: Fans ARE idiots.
Lou Pohl: *AHEM*, let’s cut to the chase and have you here right now, forfeit this match so we can all move on with our lives and you can go back to the rehab center for another 8 weeks while my client can begin his title reign as the new and improved Paradigm Champion!
~Lou laughs and nods at his client who nods back in approval. Xavier laughs as well, but sarcastically and then just nods at Cholo who nods back before heading to the back, never taking his eyes off of Crash who stares right back at him. While Crash is distracted, Xavier answers Lou. ~
Xavier Lux: You know Lou, it’s a good thing that you keep complaining that the title is too heavy for you, because the only thing I will be forfeiting… Is this god damn chair!
~Xavier suddenly pops up from the chair, headbutting Lou Pohl right on the bridge of his nose, knocking him down and likely out. Crash goes to react quickly but Xavier grabs the wheel chair and tosses it wildly his way, causing Crash to dive out of the way. He then quickly jumps to his feet and is about to go after Xavier again when refs and OCW officials come rushing from the back to break up the fight before it starts. ~
Smith: Oh my God what a headbutt by Lux on Louis Pohl!!
Hood: That was completely uncalled for! What the hell is wrong with Lux?!
Smith: Clearly nothing! Let them go, let them fight!
Hood: Yeah let Crash go so he can teach this punk Lux a lesson!
~The two man let insults fly as some of the refs and officials force Crash to the back while the others hold Xavier back. Xavier throws up his arms and surrenders and they calm down and slowly start to head to the back. Xavier then notices Lou Pohl trying to crawl away with the Paradigm championship. Xavier points him out to the crowd who quickly cheer. ~
Smith: Uh-oh, busted!!
Hood: Run Lou, run!
~Xavier grabs Lou by the bridge of his pants and in one swift move lifts him and stands him up. Lou throws up his hands but Xavier quickly lifts him unto his shoulders!~
Smith: Oh no, don’t tell me!
Hood: He cannot hit The Cure DVD on Lou, he’s not a wrestler, he’s just a representative!
~Xavier Lux around for the perfect place to drop Lou, refs have come back out, warning him not to do it but before giving it any other thought, Xavier rushes off the edge of the stage and drops Lou with The Cure onto some tables 10 feet below! The crowd let’s out a loud “OOOOH!” followed by the classic ‘holy shit!’ chant. ~
Smith: Oh my God, Xavier just murdered Louis Pohl!!
Hood: Crash get out here, there’s been a, well, crash!
~Xavier gets to his feet more or less OK, then realizes he is still wearing his neck brace. He takes it off and holds it up in the air for the crowd to pop. He then goes back to Lou and actually puts the neck brace on him instead. ~
Smith: Well see now Hood, Xavier is not all bad. He’s taking care of Lou there.
Hood: Oh I hate you even more when you are enjoying yourself! This was a low, cowardly attack by Xavier Lux! He’s stooped to a whole new level! I bet you Scorpion is rolling over in his grave right now!
Smith: Scorpion is alive, keep up!
~Xavier walks around the mess he just created, jumps up on the stage and then grabs the Paradigm championship just as Crash arrives where his representative is getting help from OCW officials and EMTs. With fire burning in his eyes, he looks up at Xavier, who is standing at the edge of the ramp looking down at him… Xavier then adds insult to injury, raising the Paradigm championship high with his right hand. Crash shakes his head as if to say that will not happen as the show goes to commercial break. ~
~Sugar Valentine leans in his corner, eyeing a photo. He appears all healed up from the beating he took at the hands of Matt Knox last week~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen...the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Currently in the ring...Sugar Valentine!
~Sugar tips his cap at the announcement of his amazing name. His eyes remain fixed on the photo in his hands~
Belvedere: And, his opponent…
~The lights in the arena dim as the catchy mid-nineties opening riff of “I’m Just A Girl” hit’s the p.a. system. The Titantron lights up with a platinum crown in the middle of the tron flashing off and on as Victoria Strader steps out from behind the curtain to a chorus of cheers and some boos, and shhe takes it in as her manager Cara joins her at her side.~
~ Take this pink ribbon off my eyes
Belvedere: Hailing from Redwood City, California by way of London, Ontario Canada and weighing in at 145 lbs....
~Victoria and Cara look at each other, smirks coming across their faces as they begin to make their way down to the ring~
~ Cause I'm just a girl, a little ol' me
Belvedere: Accompanied by her manager and sister, Cara Strader...
~ The moment that I step outside
~Victoria hops on the apron, wiping her boots on the apron before stepping through the middle rope as Cara takes her place in their corner on the floor.~
Belvedere: She is known as the future Queen of the Strader family… Victoria!!! STRADER!!!!
~'Cause I'm just a girl, I'd rather not be
~Victoria leans back into her corners turnbuckle preparing herself mentally for competition as Cara slaps the ring apron hyping the fans up~
Smith: Victoria Strader...she worked hard and earned an OCW contract.
Hood: Always respect the hustle.
Smith: Victoria...like MV Porter and Ciela is a second generational talent looking to make her way up the OCW ranks.
Hood: So much young talent...so glad Who’Re is gone!
~The bell rings. Belvedere exits. Sugar rises up and heads towards Strader, who stands in the center of the ring, bouncing around, eager for her debut. Cara watches on from the outside, wary of Sugar and his ‘reputation’. Sugar stops...he looks Victoria up and down while comparing her to a photo~
Smith: What IS that photo?
Hood: Your guess is as good as mine...I doubt it’s a baseball card, though.
Smith: Same
~Valentine nods, admiring both Strader AND the photo. Finally, Victoria snares the photo from Sugar’s hands. She looks at it...her eyes widen. We zoom in. It’s a call-girl card with Victoria’s face crudely pasted over the previous model’s face. The crowd gasps when they see it on the OCW Tron~
Smith: Oh come on!
Hood: Damn, Victoria is lookin GOOD.
Smith: That’s not her, Hood. That’s a hack photoshop job.
Hood: You saying she’s ugly?
Smith: Those words did not come out of my mouth.
~Sugar walks up and begins to talk to Strader. Cara shakes her head...she starts to climb into the ring. Sugar spins Victoria around, checking her oud...he nods, “Nice, nice.” He says. Strader completes a full rotation...upon facing Sugar, she knees him in the gut and drops him with a Double Arm DDT!!! The crowd goes wild! Sugar is down. Strader pops back up...she rips the photo into a bunch of pieces, tossing them in the air. The fans roar with approval. Cara hops back to the floor, relieved at her sister’s ability to stand up for herself~
Smith: There ya go! You don’t have to take that, Victoria!
Hood: Man, she just blew the opportunity of a lifetime. Sugar was about to turn her out...making her the most successful Key West prostitute since Ole RimJob Rita.
Smith: I dare not ask.
~Fired up, Strader plays to the crowd. She pauses and spots ATARA THEMIS front row. HOW DID WE MISS HER EARLIER? WHO KNOWS?!~
Smith: Look, Hood! It’s Atara Themis!
Hood: *yawns*
~Atara is standing, smiling. Strader blows Atara a kiss. The men in the arena bend over, hiding their erections. The women in the crowd don’t really know how to feel...mixture of pride, jealousy, and confusion~
Smith: Well, look at that!
Hood: Yea, that’s all Themis is good for...sexual tension and conflict. She should quit wrestling and star in an extremely shitty soft core porn series on Cinemax.
Smith: I’d watch.
Hood: Of course you would.
~Fired up, knowing Themis is in the crowd, watching her debut...Strader turns around, focusing on Sugar. He’s on his feet, holding his head. She approaches from behind and delivers a LOW BLOW (Knox Effect)!!! Sugar drops to one knee, wincing. The crowd pops...especially Themis. She seems to be a big fan of high impact moves that harm testicles~
Smith: Justice served! Take that, Sugar!
Hood: Hating on Sugar when all the man does is provide entertainment and companionship to lonely people.
~Victoria grabs Sugar by the head...she swiftly drops him with Behold, The Queen (Sister Abigail)!!!! She makes the cover. Scruff slides in~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner...VICTORIA STRADER!!!!!
Smith: Tremendous win for the young Strader!
Hood: Sugar needs to give wrestling up. It’s going to weaken the grip he has on his business.
Smith: A good thing, if you ask me!
~Cara slides into the ring, hugging her victorious sister. Victoria is all smiles...she gets her hand raised...while in the air, she turns and eyes Atara, who eyes her back~
Smith: The Strader family is going to be celebrating tonight!
Hood: Congratulations, Straders. You just fucked up every bachelor party in Key West...at least until Sugar recovers.
Smith: And, there appears to be something brewing between Victoria and Atara!
Hood: Somebody should get Victoria in touch with Jason Cashe and the other 10,000 humans Atara has hooked up with...they’ll tell her how this story ends.
Smith: Rude! Anyway, another tremendous debut by a newcomer with a bright future! Alright fans, I'm told it's time...it's TIME...time to reveal the office of GM James Raven
Hood: This is, undoubtedly, the biggest announcement and reveal in human existence. I can't fuckin wait!
Smith: Backstage we go!
I'm exposed, and it's no big surprise
Don't you think I know exactly where I stand?
This world is forcing me to hold your hand ~
Well, don't let me out of your sight
Oh, I'm just a girl, all pretty and petite
So don't let me have any rights
Oh, I've had it up to here ~
So many reasons for me to run and hide
I can't do the little things I hold so dear
'Cause it's all those little things that I fear ~
'Cause they won't let me drive late at night
Oh, I'm just a girl, guess I'm some kind of freak
'Cause they all sit and stare with their eyes ~
~We cut backstage where Welsh is marching down a hallway in the OCW Arena. Behind him is OCW GM, James Raven. The crowd pops when they see their GOAT on LIVE television. Welsh is running his mouth~
Marcus Welsh: You’re gonna love it, James. LOVE IT. It’s the greatest office any pro wrestling GM has EVER had.
~They walk by Puffer~
Jack Puffer: James! Hey man, how’s it going?
~Raven gives Puffer a ‘who the hell are you?’ look. Puffer lowers his head and walks away. They reach two giant, wooden doors. Marcus notices the message Ross left earlier, he rips it away and glares at the staff members for leaving it up there. But, he returns to his jovial demeanor and grabs each handle, pushing down before pulling them open to reveal...THE OFFICE~
Marcus Welsh: Ta-daaaa!
~It’s HUGE. We’re talking probably 1500 square feet. The walls are comprised entirely of mirrors. A HUGE desk of RICH mahogany sets in the center of the room. James enters, taking it all in~
Marcus Welsh: So, what do you think?
James Raven: We’ll, there’s plenty of leather bound books. That tells people that I’m an important man. I like it.
~ The People’s G.O.A.T. looks around the office, beyond it’s library. He nods in approval.~
James Raven: I’ve made do with much less. You did good, Welsh.
Marcus Welsh: Oh, this isn’t it. Check this out!
~Welsh reveals an obnoxiously big remote. He hits a button. Nothing happens. He clicks again and again...he gets frustrated~
Marcus Welsh: KNIFE MAN!
~The Knife Man runs in with his giant blade. He pops the back of the remote off and plugs in a few double a batteries. Welsh dresses him down a bit~
Marcus Welsh: Should’ve had that done already...made me look like an idiot!
~Welsh gathers his composure and hits one of the buttons. The wall directly to their left slides open revealing a fully stocked bar...there’s a bartender with a neatly trimmed mustache behind the bar. It appears he never leaves~
Marcus Welsh: I know this job can be stressful. Lots of psychos running around, plus a Zybala. So I figured you’d need some of the good stuff to deal with the constant shit that is always running downhill around here. And, of course…
~Welsh snaps his fingers. The bartender, who we thought might have been an animatronic for a moment, springs to life and grabs a bottle, handing it over~
Marcus Welsh: All top shelf. Even the bottom shelf is top shelf.
~James lifts a quizzical eyebrow.~
James Raven: You’re encouraging me to drink on the job? No wonder this place has the reputation it does.
~James makes his way to the bar and receives a neat whiskey from the moustachioed man.~
James Raven: … impressive.
~Welsh pats Raven on the back and pulls his attention away from the bar~
Marcus Welsh: You think that’s impressive...check this out.
~Welsh clicks another button...the back wall slides open revealing...a jacuzzi and massage room. Another man stands by, with a thicker, bushier mustache. He has a towel over his shoulder and is rubbing his hands together, eyeing James~
Marcus Welsh: Shit around here can get tense, no doubt. So, I figured your own, personal massage therapy room and jacuzzi could help ease things out...keep you from losing your shit. Because, trust me, that happens….alot.
~James nods his head warily.~
James Raven: I think I can handle the pressures. I’ve done the job before.
~He leans over the edge of the jacuzzi, peering into the bubbling waters.~
James Raven: I’m surprised Tony let’s you spend so much on amenities. No wonder you’re not accepting applications, you don’t want to pay out contracts on top of all these fringe benefits.
~He nudges Marcus Welsh. Is he joking? Is he serious? There’s no way of knowing.~
James Raven: So, as much as I appreciate all of this, I have a few items I was hoping to discuss that might be, erm, more… well… important.
~Marcus Welsh frowns. What could be more important than personal jacuzzis and moustachioed bartenders?~
James Raven: Masters of the Macabre. Have you given much thought to the match between Spade and Knox? I feel like… like it’s missing something. I want to put them in a cage.
~Welsh thinks...he nods~
Marcus Welsh: Ya know, I think that’s a great idea. A cage in Whitechapel containing two wrestling legends making their OCW PPV debut. That’s why you’re the GM, James...you’re an idea man!
~Raven nods. He starts to speak but, again, Welsh pulls him away~
Marcus Welsh: But, on to some other important matters...CHECK THIS OUT
~Welsh hits another button on the remote...the third wall pulls back revealing a very seductive bedroom. The bed is heart shaped and covered in dodger blue velvet. A muscular man with a silk shirt unbuttoned down to his navel is holding a tray of oils and lotions. He squits some on his hand and rubs it down his chest, eyeing Welsh and Raven...he’s got a very wild, very thick, very black mustache~
Marcus Welsh: It can be tiring, this job. Sometimes you might need to relax. Get your mind off things, ya know?
~Welsh raises the remote~
Marcus Welsh: And, when the mood strikes…
~He hits a button and a loud RAVEN SCREECH fills the room before some sultry music begins to play and a disco ball drops from the ceiling with the lights going turning down~
Marcus Welsh: You can totally hit the ambiance button to seal the deal...IF you know what I’m saying.
~James raises a quizzical eyebrow. Welsh just grins.~
Marcus Welsh: Right? Right? Yeah. YOU know what I’m saying.
~James sighs. He nods his head reluctantly.~
James Raven: Sure, Marcus. I know what you’re saying. Anyways, I was thinking about some things aside from the cage match… you’re going for a certain theme, a Halloween aesthetic. We’re going to need some new contenders after this, right? Well, let’s let the roster take matters into their own hands. Let’s let them trick or treat.
~Marcus Welsh looks intrigued, but he could just be taking in a lingering fart. Tough call. He motions for James to continue and further explain his idea.~
James Raven: Multiple stars. Multiple crates to be claimed. A variety of tricks or treats inside the crates to be claimed.
~Welsh pulls the lineup card from his pocket and looks it over. He’s having trouble concentrating, so he turns the sexy music off and closes all the walls, returning the office to it’s three walled mirror aesthetic. He backs up against Raven’s desk~
Marcus Welsh: I’ve got just the match...we can use that stipulation for the fourway with Toast, Waters, Hanson, and…
~His voice darkens with hate and annoyance~
Marcus Welsh: Zybala.
~James nods his head. Zybala is perfect. Go Bills.~
James Raven: The guys not as bad as want to pretend he is, Marcus. He might just come out of this the number one contender to one of our championships.
Marcus Welsh: … gross.
~James takes the remote to the office amenities and tosses it into a desk drawer, likely to never be used again. The mustachioed bartender may suffocate in there. No, really. This is a serious concern.~
James Raven: So is there anything else that comes with the office that I need to know about? Or can I go ahead and get to work now?
~Welsh slaps his hands together, rather aggressively. But, it’s aggressive excitement~
Marcus Welsh: I’m glad you asked. Ya know, in order to make room for you...the soon to be GREATEST GM OF ALL TIME...I had to fire Who’Re. And, naturally, that meant I had to fire Grace Rimmer...at least from her backstage duties. Which, of course, meant that I had to eliminate the entire team of diVersity...soooo that left us with ZERO females working in the offices here at OCW.
~The women in the arena boo. The men in the production truck quickly turn the crowd volume down and sweeten it with cheers~
Marcus Welsh: So, to show that we are very pro female...that we’re all about the MeToo or whatever...to silence the critics that say we’re a misogynistic company once and for all...I hired a female assistant to assist you in any and every way.
~Welsh whistles. She enters. She is, to put it mildly, ridiculously hot~
Marcus Welsh: James, I’d like to introduce your assistant...Insanely Hot Woman.
~She stands, blinks and looks up at James~
Insanely Hot Woman: Is there anything I can do for you, Mr. Raven?
~Raven smiles and turns toward his desk, taking a seat. Welsh pats Insanely Hot Woman on the back~
Marcus Welsh: He’s a very busy man. James, all you have to do is whistle or ring that bell on your desk and she’ll come running.
~Welsh ushers Insanely Hot Woman out of the office. Raven opens the drawers, he inspects everything...the bottom drawer is full of contracts~
Marcus Welsh: You make yourself at home, James. Stoked to have you on board!
~Welsh sees himself out. Raven pats the top of the desk and takes in a deep breath before flashing a smile. We cut back to Smith and Hood~
Smith: That office certainly is something.
Hood: My gosh...I want to LIVE there. You think Raven will invite me in?
Smith: You’d have to ask him.
Hood: Man, I hope so. Do you think I’d have full access to Insanely Hot Woman?
Smith: The less said about her, the better. Alright, fans...it’s Main Event time! Ciela Luiz fought and earned an OCW contract. Tonight, she steps between those ropes and makes her OCW in-ring debut! To the ring!
~Aaron Warthog is in the ring...he’s stomping, he’s shaking his head...he’s FIRED UP in all his Warthog glory. OCW fans are on their feet, cheering for the beloved pro wrestling character~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen...it is now time for our Main Event!
~Warthog perks up...MAIN EVENT?! He throws his arms in the air, HELL YEA~
Belvedere: Introducing first...Aaron Warthog!!
Smith: Nothing thrills me more than to see a happy Warthog.
Hood: Strange but not the worst thing that’s ever been said on Massacre.
Smith: Not even close...several worse things have been uttered this evening, alone!
Hood: You taking shots at me?
Smith: No comment.
Belvedere: And, his opponent…
~The lights in the arena go out as a green spotlight illuminates the ramp. The beginning sounds of "Build a Bitch" play over the loud speaker.~
"This ain't build a bitch (a bitch)
~As the drum and guitars kick in Ciela Luiz steps out onto the ramp. She takes in the cheers of the fans as she walks slowly down the ramp, dancing to the music~
"Bob the Builder broke my heart
~She slides in the ring as she climbs the turnbuckle. The cameras cut to a section of the crowd with a sign that says "Green Moblin Section" Ciela points to the Moblins as she hops down and focuses on Warthog~
Belvedere: From Los Angeles, California...standing five feet tall and weighing in at 100lbs...Ciela Luiz!!!
~The bell rings. Belvedere exits. The Green Moblins are jumping around...they seem to be EVERYWHERE. Warthog looks around, jerking his head left and right, confused by all this GREEN energy~
Smith: The Moblins are in full force!
Hood: Geezus
Smith: For those of you with short term memories or alcohol damaged brains...Ciela Luiz and Aaron Warthog were teammates in the MIX. Unfortunately, they were unable to gel and got bounced in the first round.
Hood: We’re about to find out who screwed who over.
~Thrown off by the Moblins, a confused Warthog charges forward, rushing Ciela into a corner. His extensive size advantage makes the task easy. He rears back and thrusts his body forward, crushing Ciela into the corner. The Moblins are NOT happy. They boo (in green). Warthog looks around, confused with the boos~
Smith: I don’t think Warthog is all that familiar with this type of response.
Hood: These fuckin Moblins. They do realize St Patrick’s Day is in March, right?
Smith: It’s for Ciela!
Hood: Yea, about her...she does realize Halloween is NEXT month, right?
~Luiz, sensing and feeling some space...rushes forward. But Warthog ducks and hoists her up onto his shoulders. The crowd rises. The Moblins freak out~
Smith: Samoan Drop! He’s going to crush her!
Hood: Are there Warthogs in Samoa?
Smith: Good question!
~Warthog tricks us all...he goes for a Death Valley Driver! He tosses Ciela over...but she lands on her feet! Aaron spins around...Ciela leaps up and smacks him in the head with a Pele Kick!!! Warthog stumbles around. Ciela fires up, the Moblins are going wild...she runs into the ropes, her green hair flying around, she bounces off, steps up and smacks Aaron in the side of the head with an Enziguri!!! Warthog drops to one knee. The Moblins chant, “Ciela! Ciela!”~
Smith: Ciela’s on fire!
Hood: Can fire be green?
Smith: I’m not sure! Maybe?!
~Ciela throws her arms in the air...the Moblins go wild!! She turns, measuring Aaron up...she runs forward and sends the giant man onto the mat with Viva La Familia (Shining Wizard)!!!! The Green Moblins ejaculate green liquid everywhere! No, seriously. They have mustard bottles painted green with green dyed mustard inside and are squirting it everywhere~
Smith: These Green Moblins are having a GREAT time!
Hood: Normally I’d say they’re ruining perfectly good mustard...but I have a feeling that’s some of Alice’s crap.
Smith: They better not be wasting her mustard!
~Ciela reaches the top rope. Warthog remains down. The Moblins squirt their green liquid into the air...Ciela leaps off and she flies through the air, gracefully...coming down with a huge IMPACT on Warthog! Over the Rainbow (Twisted Bliss)!!!! The ring shakes! Scruff slides in as Ciela makes the cover...the Green Moblins count along~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner...CIELA LUIZ!!!!!
Smith: Ciela Luiz wins! And, The Moblins are pleased!
Hood: Clean up on aisle everything!
Smith: She’s showing that it was a GREAT decision by OCW to sign her. Welcome to the party, Ciela! Great debut!
Hood: First green haired wrestler we’ve ever had. So, that’s something, I guess.
Smith: Tremendous debut...I can’t wait to see more of Ciela Luiz!!
You don't get to pick and choose
Different ass and bigger boobs
If my eyes are brown or blue
This ain't build a bitch (a bitch)
I'm filled with flaws and attitude
So if you need perfect, I'm not built for you (yeah)"
Told me I need fixing
Said that I'm just nuts and bolts
Lot of parts were missing
Curvy like a cursive font
Virgin and a vixen
That's the kind of girl he wants
But he forgot"
I didn't even DO anything!
~Jasom Cashe and Tara Fenix are stirring up noise in the Parking Garage. A camera crew enters to catch the argument between them already in progress.~
Tara Fenix: No, you didn't do a DAMN thing at all Jason..
Jason Cashe: That's what I'm saying! You're mad at me for something they did, not me. I can't dictate who can enter the building!
Tara Fenix: This isn't about a damn Interpromotional Beef! I came to see my son and…
Jason Cashe: And what Tara?
~Looking around, there were a few people holding up their phones. No doubt recording the argument. Not to mention the OCW Camera now recording the scene live.~
Jason Cashe: What? Too many eyes on us now? Is someone embarrassed? I mean let's get it out of the way..
Tara Fenix: Embarrassed of what? You? Are you sure it's not the other way around? I mean, I have kids, remember? You know.. I don't need this!
~Turning away, she was just going to leave. Cashe lets out a snickering laugh that was filled with an annoyance.~
Jason Cashe: That's right! Walk away. It was fun while it lasted, we'll always have Hot Wings and Paintball..
~Snapping in a turnaround. Tara Fenix slides across the concrete floor of the parking garage towards Cashe.
SMACK!
~She slaps his face crooked. Spitting on the ground as he stands and straightens up. One of the people recording on their phones, screams out.
WORLD STAR!
~A smile reappears on his face as Cashe nods to the fan and then eyes Tara who looks upset and angry in equal parts.~
Jason Cashe: Nice slap.. Is it obvious now that this isn't just about some company rivalry? Sorry for blowing your cover...
~Cocking back, Tara swings furiously to slap Cashe again but he blocks and catches her arm. She flings her other hand and he catches that as well.~
Tara Fenix: Let go of me Jason! LET. GO!
Jason Cashe: What is your problem?
Tara Fenix: YOU! You're my problem! Let me go!
~He lets go of her arms and she swings again and catches him flush with a stiff slap. Then again! As she lands a fourth slap, he pops at her and snatches a handful of her hair.~
Jason Cashe: That's enough! Fuck!!
~Pulling her in, Cashe kisses Tara. She struggles to push off of him but breaks free from the kiss.~
Tara Fenix: You're a piece of shit, you know that? Calling me a milf…
Jason Cashe: Technically, you're the enemy. You're a dirty XWFer.. Gang Gang!
Tara Fenix: Just… shut up!
~Now she pushes herself in and kisses Cashe. Sworn enemies of two rival companies weren't being good members of the two sides at war. Not that either came without a few scars from their own struggles. We cut back to ringside~
~We cut to the ring where Bam Miller stands inside; He wears a black zipped-up leather jacket, some Levi blue jean pants, and black biker boots. He paces back and forth with a microphone in hand as he waits for the sold-out crowd in attendance to settle down~
Belvedere: Hey Smith, do you have any idea why Bam Miller is out here tonight?
Smith: No clue at all. As far as I know, he's not even scheduled for a match tonight.
Hood: Well, if you two would shut up now, I believe Miller Time is about to begin.
~Miller lifts the microphone up towards his lips.~
Miller: Ladies and gentlemen, I hope you have all enjoyed the show tonight and OCW overall as a product. It's a great time to be an OCW wrestling fan; we've got so much great young talent like myself, Ian Dream, Ross Hanson, Ciela Luiz, and very much more. We've also signed some big names from around the wrestling world. People like Matthew The Raven Knox, Chris Spade, Dolly Waters, and of course Supreme Machine. (Bam waves at the camera) how are you doing, buddy? I know you got your hands tied up with Thaddeus Duke, so I'll leave you be for now, but we will settle that debt one day, but for now, we are on the subject of Thaddeus. I want to talk about the mistake OCW. Made when they signed him to a contract.
Smith: What the hell does he mean? Thaddeus has been nothing but God's gift to us.
Hood: Will you be quiet and let the man finish talking.
Bam: You see, when management signed Duke, they knew they were getting a great talent with a name already recognized in the mainstream media, but what they didn't know was that he would open the door for Theo Pryce and the rest of the girl scout gang from XWF. Now don't get me wrong, I understand what that company represents as far as talent and accolades go, but as men, they are some fucking COWARDS! They sneak in here and hide in the shadows and wait until my fellow competitors are down and out to strike, and they call that making a statement. I call it bullshit, and for some strange reason, nobody else in the locker room is as hot about the situation as I am.
~Bam paces back and forth for a moment as he gathers his thoughts before turning back toward the fans~
Bam: You see, maybe it's because I know what it's like to be looked down upon by those who think they're better than you because of where they come from and how fat their pocket is. I don't believe that, but unfortunately, XWF does; they look at OCW as the low class of professional wrestling, why they see themselves on Mount Rushmore by themselves, and that's not the case. I'm here tonight to let Theo and his buddy Chris Page know shots are about to be fired back. Debts are about to get collected because as long as I'm on the OCW roster, disrespect will no longer be tolerated.
~The crowd responds favorably to Bam when suddenly the lights go completely dark which garners an even louder ovation from the fans in attendance~
Smith: Strong words from Bam!
Hood: Hey, I like what the kid is putting down...but it’s on a night when XWF has been banned from the arena.
Smith: So? He’s got the guts to fire back...and I think tonight is the perfect night to express some frustration, that way no XWF jerk can interrupt!
~As the countdown clock ticks to zero a spotlight hits the top of the OCW ramp where we find Professional Wrestling Legend and Hall of Famer “CHRONIC” CHRIS PAGE standing at the top of the ramp~
~With Chris Page is his main squeeze known the world over as Miss Fury~
Smith: Oh my god that’s XWF legend “Chronic” Chris Page and Miss Fury live on Massacre!
Hood: Somebody get them the hell outta here.
~The crowd is stunned as there’s a split reaction from the OCW crowd. Bam isn’t so sure of himself as even he wasn’t expecting this. Page and Fury stand under the single spotlight with Chris’s right arm wrapped around her waist. Chris tilts his head towards Miss Fury as she does the same. They exchange a peck on the lips before both start to walk towards the ring garnering an even louder ovation from the crowd~
Smith: What the hell are they doing here?!?!
~Bam starts to slowly pace back and forth as this shocking appearance by Chris Page and Miss Fury has jaws dropped by some of the fans in attendance. They reach ringside where Page climbs up on the apron of the OCW ring, his eyes fixated on Bam before simply shaking his head before smirking~
~Miss Fury makes her way up the ring steps to the apron. Chris sits on the middle rope while lifting up the top rope for Miss Fury to step through the ropes followed by Page himself~
Hood: It’s hard to believe that XWF Hall of Legends competitor Chris Page is standing in a OCW ring with OCW talent.
~Chris calls for a microphone in which a ring attendant brings on over to the side of the ring. Page walks over where he reaches through the ropes taking the microphone as the music fades away leaving a solid, yet mixed reception from the OCW crowd. Chris walks back over towards Miss Fury where he faces Bam looking across the ring at him as he raises his microphone~
” So this is OCW…”
~Chris takes a look around the live crowd that explodes with enthusiasm before he gazes back across at Bam as Chris follows up with~
” Doesn’t look like much.”
~More boos than cheers can be heard from the crowd as Miss Fury has a chuckle while her man continues~
” And you must be Bam Miller.”
~There’s a head nod from Bam as Chris points at Bam with his free hand while glancing at Miss Fury mouthing the words “the fuck is this guy.” before redirecting his attention towards young Bam~
” Kid, the first thing you need to learn when it comes to Professional Wrestling is to pick and choose your battles wisely. First and foremost, I can give two fucks about some shots being fired between OCW and the XWF when we all know that this isn’t nothing but a “war” on paper; especially if chumps like you are leading the charge.”
~The crowd starts to shift with more boos than cheers. Bam raises his microphone and looks to say something only to be cut off by Chris Page~
” Hold up grasshopper, you can respond when I finish. It’s called manors.”
~Even more boos echo out as Bam simply laughs under his breath as Chris then states~
” Over the last few days you’ve had an awful lot to say as a keyboard warrior on Twitter, even being stupid enough to engage someone like me. If you don’t know anything about me then allow me to be the first to say if you got something to say to me… well kiddo, here the fuck I am.”
~Bam smirks at Page and Fury, as he raises his microphone.~
Bam: Well l be damn The Hall Of Famer himself Chris Page has graced us with his presence here tonight. Now why I am surprised that you've popped up here, I’m happy so I can tell you to your face as I told you on Twitter, I don’t fear you or anyone in the XWF locker room, and you two can stand there looking like jackasses and make all the joke you want, but you best believe if I’m leading the charge OCW will not go down without a fight and that’s a big IF buddy, because why we may not have the mainstream appeal or the accolades your company posses. We’ve got something that guys like you have forgotten we’ve got heart and hell a lot of it. So you should know we will not back down from now on, we will not lay down for anyone. To put it simply for you OCW WILL NOT DIE!
~The crowd erupts to what Miller just said as some jump out of their seats with excitement and chant OCW~
Hood: Bam Miller is a talent I can get behind, It’s about time someone around here took a stand against the XWF!
Smith: Well why I appreciate the heart and loyalty he’s showing I get the feeling he might be biting off more than he can chew.
~Chris glances over at Miss Fury where the two start laughing out loud which draws major heat from the crowd before Page turns his attention back towards Bam where he raises his microphone back up to his lips~
” Brother, do you realize what you’re doing? Don’t get me wrong bud, I am all for the younger generation trying to make an impact; but if you or any of your buddies behind that curtain think for one second that you stand a chance against an organization like the XWF then you’re dumber than you look.”
~A chant of “ASS-HOLE” starts to pick up throughout the crowd~
” You do understand Betsy, Thad, Them No Good Bastards can give two fucks about any of this, right? This battleground you call the OCW isn’t anything more than a charity case to them; not to mention, your own goddamn boss is smart enough to understand none of YOU are capable of carrying HIS federation to the promised land!”
~The chant grows even louder~
” He brought in REAL talent to get his federation over, and of that REAL talent…”
~Chris simply shakes his head at Bam as he continues~
” You’ve got your eyes locked on the biggest star to ever step foot in front of an OCW camera.”
~Miss Fury applauds her man as the voices of the crowd’s chant of ASS-HOLE continue to grow which is pointed out by Bam as it garners the response. Chris turns and addresses the crowd while pointing out at them with his left index finger~
” If these people REALLY knew me they’d know I’m far worse than an asshole.”
~Chris comes full circle back around towards Bam Miller as he now points at him~
” And if you knew who I am you’d know that you’re biting off way more than you can chew. So, I tell ya what Mr. Miller, you’re a man of action, right? You want to lead this rah-rah charge, right? Well, if I wasn’t so busy this weekend I’d embarrass you on my turf, but I have no problems in coming here to this barnyard federation to humiliate you on yours. I hope you do show up at Relentless in Chicago this weekend, I’ll be the guy stealing the weekend. Tune in, you might learn something.”
Hood: Oh my!
Smith: This just got very interesting.
” Two weeks from tonight on October the fourth. Don’t write a check your ass can’t cash.”
Smith: Chris Page has laid down the challenge!
Hood: The fuck is this guy coming in here making matches like he owns the fucking place? Why is BAM MILLER...a guy who’s been here for five fucking minutes leading the charge against these Xtreme bastards. Where the FUCK IS OUR LEADERSHIP?
~Right on cue...because, why wouldn’t it be, right? Marcus Welsh emerges from backstage, holding a mic in hand. His amazing voice tears through the tension like the holy spirit parting the red sea~
Marcus Welsh: Ask and you shall receive, Hood. Fear not, OCW faithful...for some REAL leadership has returned.
~The fans pop. Page, Fury, and Bam turn...Welsh has garnered their attention~
Marcus Welsh: Now I’m not gonna sit here and give you all an in depth history lesson on how we got here...so, I’ll keep it brief. We’ve all got lives and places to be, right? Well, aside from Chris Page...apparently he’s got nothing better to do than show up on our television.
Smith: Marcus Welsh is showing more fight than our previous GM ever did.
Hood: That’s not saying much.
Marcus Welsh: You see, while I was away, a literal WHORE was in charge of this place. She wasn’t smart nor creative enough to develop her own stars...so, what did she do? Spread her fucking legs to names from other promotions. Instant gratification resulting in eventual rot.
~Welsh makes his way down the ramp~
Marcus Welsh: It’s created this narrative that OCW is some kind of minor league. Some kind of...what did you say, Page? Barnyard? It’s instilled the perception that OCW isn’t on the same level as XWF. Well, I’m back to tell you..
~Welsh points at Page~
Marcus Welsh: YOU
~Welsh points at Fury~
Marcus Welsh: You XWF carpetbaggers currently holding prestigious spots on MY roster
~Welsh looks at the camera~
Marcus Welsh: And everybody over there and watching at home that there isn’t a promotion in existence that does pro wrestling better than OCW. You throw all these legendary names around...well, pal, I’ve seen what greatness looks like...first hand, in an OCW ring. And there isn’t one fucking thing great about XWF’s roster.
~The OCW diehards go wild~
Marcus Welsh: Bam, I appreciate the guts you have in standing up to an onslaught that’s gone on for far too long. XWF has been needling and poking the bear that is OCW for months and, finally, they’ve woken that damn bear.
~More cheers~
Marcus Welsh: At Masters of Macabre...Thad, Betsy, Them No Good Bastards, and Dolly Waters will be walking out empty handed...that’s a fucking promise.
Smith: Is Marcus Welsh threatening to job out half the card at Masters of Macabre?
Hood: Sometimes you gotta purge to get your shit straight.
Marcus Welsh: At Relentless...well, let’s just say a few receipts might be dished out.
~MORE POPPAGE~
Marcus Welsh: And, as far as you go, Mr. Page...you went for fashionably late and wound up showing up at the wrong time, buddy. As I said, I’m back...and this shit will no longer be tolerated.
~Welsh tosses the mic over his shoulder. Hopping the barricade from either side of Welsh are Jason Cashe and Cyrus Riddle! The crowd goes wild!! They stalk the ring. Page and Fury look at Bam. Miller cracks a smile...the numbers have shifted~
Smith: The troops have arrived~
Hood: Finally! We’re fighting back! Holy shit, so glad we’re not gonna take it up the ass any longer.
~Page puts himself in between Fury and Bam. Riddle and Cashe continue to approach the ring. Feeling the momentum shifting, Page motions toward Fury to exit the ring. She does...as she does, ED HOUSTON leaps over the barricade! The crowd goes wild!! Fury stumbles back. Page immediately exits the ring to protect Miss Fury~
Smith: It’s Ed Houston! He’s joined the troops! He’ll challenge Betsy for the TransAtlantic Title at Masters of Macabre!
Hood: Finally, that NASA flunkie is good for something!
~Page and Houston appear ready to throw down when PETER VAUGHN hops the same barricade that gave us Ed Houston moments earlier. They stand shoulder to shoulder, heading toward Page and Fury. Page and Fury back up against the barricade behind the ring...they see Cashe and Riddle (now in the ring). The see Bam. They see Houston and Vaughn...it seems pretty clear what their next act should be~
Smith: Options are running out.
Hood: Yea, I think the only choice they have that doesn’t result in immediate injury is escape.
~Which is what they do...Page and Fury hop the barricade. The fans part. They back away, keeping their eyes on the five OCW wrestlers out at ringside. A stir happens behind them...fans scatter, as if they are afraid~
Smith: What’s going on?
Hood: Did somebody forget to shower? Is that why the place is clearing out?
Smith: LOOK!
~The hulking, menacing, fear inducing SUPREME MACHINE stands behind Fury and Page. They back into him, their bodies finding zero resistance against his rock hard, punishing physique. An ‘OH SHIT’ look fills the eyes of Page and Fury. They slowly turn around and look up into the eyes of OCW’s monster, SuMa. The fans go wild!!~
Smith: It’s Supreme Machine! He’ll challenge Thaddeus Duke for the Savage Title at Masters of Macabre!
Hood: Ah shit, Page and Fury walked out of the fire and straight into...what’s hotter than a fire?
Smith: A lava pit!
Hood: Yea, but that doesn’t sound cool. I’ll just say they walked straight into AN INFERNO
~SuMa wraps his mammoth hands around the throats of Fury and Page. The crowd rises. SuMa hoists them up...the crowd goes “oooooooooohhhhhhh” and SuMa slams them down into the unforgiving concrete. The crowd releases a “YEA!!!” Page and Fury are out! The fans go wild~
Smith: Yes! Alright!
Hood: Man, I think I just jizzed in my pants.
Smith: Too much information, Hood.
Marcus Welsh: Security! Get those two out of here.
~Welsh turns and faces the camera~
Marcus Welsh: XWF, you wanted our attention? You’ve got it. See ya soon.
~Fans stand around the bodies of Chris Page and Miss Fury…. “OCW” chants fill the famed arena as we slowly fade out~