LIVE! September 5th 2022
FROM Scotiabank Arena
In Toronto, Ontario, Canada
□ You, you got a nasty reputation
We're in a sticky situation
It's down to me and you
So tell me, is it true?
They say there ain't nobody better
Well, now that we're together
Show me what you can do
You're under the gun, out on the run
Gonna set the night on fire
Out on the run, under the gun
Playin' to win □
~PIC pauses along with the song, then thrusts his fist into the air along with the crowd as the chorus kicks in.~
RAISE YOUR HANDS! when you wanna let it go
WOOOOOAAAAAHHHH!!!!
RAISE YOUR HANDS!!!
~As the first verse and chorus come to an end, PIC makes his way down the entrance ramp toward the ring. He’s moving slower than usual and with a slight limp, but he makes sure to slap as many hands as he can along the way. He walks up the ring steps but instead of entering the ring directly, he climbs the closest turnbuckle and removes his Savage title belt, hoisting it into the air and smacking himself across the chest with the other arm. He stays up there through the second chorus, then hops down onto the ring apron and steps through the middle rope. He secures the title around his waist once again before taking the microphone from one of the ring crew. As the music fades out, PIC turns to look at the Margarita Mix trophy in the center of the ring. The crowd begins to chant “PIC, PIC, PIC” as he smiles and turns back toward the hard cam. They die down as he begins to speak.~
PIC: So I did a thing last Sunday…
~The crowd picks back up in their applause. He pauses to take it all in.~
Jones: The thing he’s referring to is obviously winning the Margarita Mix this past Sunday.
Hood: I’m on record as not being the biggest fan of how PIC conducts his business around here, but his performance at the Mix was one of the gutsiest I’ve seen in a long time.
Jones: He and TLS stole the show on multiple occasions on their way to a Mix finals win, but it was PIC who outlasted his on again/off again friend and former tag partner in the end.
~The crowd noise begins to die down as PIC raises the microphone back to his lips.~
PIC: I know I’m going to get accused of pandering to you guys by all the boys and girls in the back, but Toronto… It's been WAY too long!
~PIC grins extends from ear to ear as he eats up the cheap pop from the Toronto crowd.~
PIC: And for those French speaking Canadians out there… C'est super d'être de retour!
~A smattering of cheers can be heard throughout the arena, mixed in with some boos.~
PIC: Can’t win ‘em all I guess.
~PIC chuckles, most of the fans get a laugh.~
PIC: The past few weeks have been a bit of a roller coaster for me. Going back to when I defeated Jace Parker Davidson for the Savage title…
~The crowd erupts in cheers, remembering PIC’s victory at Truth or Consequences.~
PIC: It took two weeks for my body to heal from that encounter before I thought I was ready to step back in the ring. I got that opportunity when I teamed up with Mike Zybala to take on Duce and Byson, The Sons of Krayzie. And needless to say, I guess I wasn’t as healed up as I thought. Congrats by the way, guys. You took Mike and I to the limit and deserved the win. I’m looking forward to seeing you get that tag title shot sooner than later.
~PIC pauses while the fans give a bit of a mixed reaction.~
PIC: So needless to say, I had no clue what to expect going into last weekend. Would I truly be healed up enough to endure the length of a show like that? Could I handle the physical punishment that a body goes through in not just one or even two, but THREE tag team matches against the best and brightest in the business today? And then, if by some miracle TLS and myself were able to outlast all the others… would I have what it takes to beat him one more time in the middle of that ring to claim the trophy and an opportunity at the top prize in this sport?
~PIC begins to smile as the fans ramp up once again. He side eyes the trophy in the middle of the ring, then slowly walks over, picking it up and holding it high over his head.~
PIC: Looks like The Showstoppa’s still got a little bit left in the tank after all!!
~The crowd once again joins in on the celebration. A “You Still Got It” chant echoes throughout the arena. PIC waits for it to die down before continuing.~
PIC: As for TLS, I just have one thing to say. Thank you.
Jones: Whoah, I didn’t expect that! TLS nearly drowned PIC on purpose in the ocean during their one on one match.
PIC: Yes, I know I should be pissed at the stuff you did during our match at the end of the night, but you pushed me to my limits at the Mix both as a partner and as a competitor. It was great to share the ring with you again after all these years, and if that was the last time ever… what a way to go out!
~The fans give a somewhat mixed reaction to that statement. Many would be just fine seeing the two together again either as a team or against each other.~
PIC: Now that the history lesson is over with, let’s get down to the nitty gritty. Next week, I have the opportunity to defend this Savage Championship against someone you may be familiar with. One of the up-and-comers in this business. Someone who’s taken me to my limits before… “The Canadian Dragon” Easton Alexander!!!
~If you thought PIC’s cheers were loud, the mere mention of Easton Alexander in Toronto nearly takes the roof off of the arena. The crowd begins chanting “Eas-ton Eas-ton” as PIC allows them their moment.~
Jones: Easton Alexander is from North Bay, about a three and a half hour drive from Toronto, but this is as close to a hometown crowd as it gets. They’re fully behind the Savage Title contender.
Hood: I guess they condone kidnapping in Canada.
~PIC continues.~
PIC: I want to make it abundantly clear that while I may have won an OCW World Title shot at the Face Off PPV, I have no intention of letting go of this Savage Title any time soon. And I am certainly not overlooking Easton Alexander. He’s a different guy than when we faced each other back in July. He’s tougher, he’s smarter, and he has been through one hell of a rough time in his fight against Thaddeus Duke.
~The crowd boos loudly at the mention of the OCW majority owner.~
PIC: So… next week, it’s “The Canadian Dragon” vs “The Showstoppa” for the gold around my waist. And when it’s all said and done, I might just have to pull out the Dogeron Driver 98 once again and put down your hero for the 1, 2—
~PIC is cut off as “Pain” by Tupac begins to blast throughout the arena.~
Jones: Oh shit!
~Killa Kali wastes no time coming through the entrance ramp, holding his OCW World Championship in his hand, almost dragging it behind him as he power walks to the ring. PIC puts the Margarita Mix trophy back on the podium and unstraps his Savage Title, holding it in his hands in a defensive position. The fans are amped to see this confrontation as Kali slides into the ring and comes face to face with PIC. Kali being three inches taller, tilts his head downward. Both men have an intense look on their face, but Kali begins to smile slightly as he raises the OCW World title belt above his head. PIC keeps his expression, but raises the Savage title belt as well. The crowd is going nuts!~
Jones: The history between these two world class wrestlers has been well documented. PIC actually discovered Kali on the independent scene and recruited him to a smaller promotion known as IEW back in 1999. Both went on to wrestle for ICWF in the early 2000’s where it was Kali who became the most successful of the two, becoming a multi-time world champion. Now, more than 20 years later, the two are set to do battle for the OCW World Title at Face Off, assuming that Kali is still the champion.
Hood: It’s also worth noting that the two of them, along with TLS, formed a pretty dominant faction known as Total Damnation during that time frame. Both TLS and Kali won the ICWF World championship, a feat PIC failed to do on two separate occasions, one of which was actually against Killa Kali!
Jones: You’re right, Hood. All three men have not only gone to war as enemies several times throughout the years, but have also been allies under the right circumstances.
Hood: So what are PIC and Kali now? Allies… or enemies?
Jones: I think we’re about to find out!
~Kali stares at PIC then yells “we gon’ run this back?” PIC nods, then Kali does as well. PIC extends his right hand while keeping the title raised. He tells Kali, “may the best man win.” Kali shakes PIC’s hand and responds, “I will.” Kali then kicks PIC in the gut, the Savage belt goes flying across the ring as PIC doubles over. Kali tosses his title to the mat. He grabs PIC by the neck with both hands and lifts him high in the air, before crashing him to the mat with a sit-down choke bomb!!!~
Jones: STREET SWEEPER!!!! PIC is down!!
Hood: You just got your answer, Jones. There’s no such thing as an ally when the world title is involved.
~Kali laughs as the crowd reigns down boos on him. He basks in it as he stands over PIC’s motionless body. Kali picks him back to his feet and hooks him in a reverse underhook position. He delivers DA COP KILLA to a defenseless PIC as the crowd continues to show their hatred. Kali picks up the world title belt and looks to leave, but has second thoughts and turns back toward PIC.~
Jones: Someone’s gotta get out here and stop this. Kali is decimating the OCW Savage Champion.
Hood: I like it!
~Kali positions the title belt as a weapon and waits as PIC begins stirring on the mat. Suddenly the crowd POPS huge as the camera violently swings toward the entrance ramp to catch the blur that is running to the ring.~
Jones: EASTON ALEXANDER!!!
~Easton comes barreling toward the ring with a steel chair in hand. Kali turns at the last second to see Easton hit the ring and drops down mere seconds before Easton begins violently swinging the chair. Kali rolls out of the ring, his title belt still in hand, and stands on the outside while Easton shares some choice words with him. Kali points in his direction, then decides he’s done enough damage for now as he backs his way up the entrance ramp. The crowd continues to cheer for Easton who keeps his attention solely on Kali until he is out of sight.~
Jones: This is incredible! Easton Alexander just caused the OCW champion to back down!
Hood: You mean Killa Kali made a decision to get out of the way of the lunatic wielding a steel chair? I’d say that’s pretty smart. Kali did what he came to do. Easton’s not even in his league.
Jones: Call it whatever you want. Easton came to PIC’s aide here and this hometown Toronto crowd is eating it up!
~Easton drops the chair and turns toward PIC, who is slowly pulling himself up with the ring ropes. Easton reaches over and picks up the Savage title from the mat, staring at it intently. The crowd is once again jacked. PIC walks over and stares at Easton. A dueling ”Let’s Go Dragon/P.I.C.” chant kicks up. PIC nods at Easton, then extends his right hand while rubbing his neck with his left as he winces in pain. Easton looks at the hand, then the crowd who shows their full support. He instead shoves the Savage belt into PIC’s outstretched hand, then drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring. Easton doesn’t even bother to look back, instead keeping an intense look on his face as he marches up the entrance ramp. PIC stands draped over the top rope with a look of bewilderment on his face. The camera then cuts to the announce table.~
Jones: It’s starting to look like there’s no such thing as friends when the Savage title is involved either.
Hood: Of course not. Any time a title is up for grabs, you’re going to see people’s true colors come out. Easton wants that gold. My only question is why he came out to stop Kali. If Kali injured PIC tonight it would make Easton’s job a whole lot easier next week.
Jones: That may be true, but it speaks to the character of Easton Alexander. He wants the belt, maybe more than anything else in the world right now, but he doesn’t want his win to be tainted in any way. He wants PIC at his best, and he wants to put him down and return the favor from their July encounter.
Hood: Maybe, but winning should trump sportsmanship. You gotta do what you gotta do to take home the gold.
Jones: Different strokes for different folks, I guess. But in any event, WELCOME to Monday Night Massacre!! What a way to kick off our show this evening. We have a HUGE edition of Massacre this week, with TEN, that’s right, TEN big time matchups headlined by CYPH3R defending his Transatlantic Championship against his Margarita Mix partner, Sahara.
Hood: Sahara gets an opportunity to avenge her only singles loss in OCW and also walk out of tonight with the gold around her waist. I’ve got all my money on her to pull it off.
Jones: It would be a tall order to be sure as CYPH3R has been nothing short of dominant in his OCW run to this point, but she is definitely as capable as anyone. It should be an amazing matchup. Also on deck we have Ball Ball taking on Vortex, Scott Stevens looking to get on the winning track after his loss to Alice Knight at The Margarita Mix. He faces Jack Puffer. We’ve got a triple threat thrill fest with Justin York going up against two OCW newcomers in Hurrican Venganza and The Nickleman.
Hood: That’s just the beginning. Super Tiger debuts against Ricky Rodriguez, Mike Mason and Harmon Eagan go head to head to resolve issues from their match on Equality last week. Claudius Augustus looks to get back on the winning track against Diana Watts fresh off her impressive win over Dylan Thomas.
Jones: And speaking of Dylan Thomas, he issued a challenge to newcomer Tearra Skye for tonight’s show. All that, plus OCW Hall of Famer Bob Grenier steps into the ring with Garry “Ray Ray” Nelson in our semi-main event of the evening. Whew! I’m out of breath just talking about the show.
Hood: Let’s not waste any more time talking, Jones.
Jones: I agree!
RAISE YOUR HANDS! when you wanna let a feeling show
RAISE YOUR HANDS! from new york to chicago
RAISE YOUR HANDS! new jersey to tokyo
Ball Ball (4-4) vs. Vortex (0-3)
~Vorex is already in teh ring as the crowd pops when Ball Ball's music hits.~
Jones: Listen to this crowd Hood. They love Ball Ball.
Hood: What's not to love?
~Hooked on a feeling begins to play as a swarm of Goons run out from the stands onto the ramp~
OOGA-CHAKA OOGA-OOGA
I can’t stop this feeling
~Lavar Ball runs out onto the stage ready to soak in the boos. He waves his arms like a windmill before bringing his hand to his ear facing the crowd. The lights turn black as the crowd boos~
When you hold me
IIIIIIIIIIIIII”MM
~The lights strobe in every color under the sun. Red and green fireworks blast from the sides of the stage. Ball Ball emerges from the stage, crip walking~
HOOKED ON A FEELING!
Belvedere: From Khartoum, Sudan. Standing at a staggering 7’2, he is the tallest man to ever kick your ass… BALL BALL!
~Ball Ball walks through the wave of Goons on the ramp, Lavar following close behind him with his hand still to his ear. The Goons start dapping him up and yelling their signature catch phrase~
Goons: YESSSIIIRRRRR. YURRRRRRR.
~As Ball Ball reaches the ring, he uses his lanky ass legs to step up onto the apron with ease, and in one stride, he steps over the top rope and into the ring. He reaches the center of the ring and stands ready in jump ball position as the music fades~
Jones: And Ball Ball is ready to go.
Hood: What the hell is that? Someone just tossed a basketball into the ring. Are we going to have a jump ball?
~ the Ref grabs the basketball and brings it to the center of the ring Vortex seems confused but goes to the center and gets ready for the jump ball. The ref throws the ball up. Vortex jumps as high as he can, Ball Ball meanwhile grabs Vortex and hits the Alley Oop (pop up cutter)~
Jones: OH MY GOODNESS! HE HIT THAT OUT OF NOWHERE!
Hood: The goons are celebrating outside.
~ Ball Ball looks down at Vortex, then grabs the basketball and shoots it like a free throw into the crowd while yelling "KOBE!". The puts his foot on his fallen opponent as the ref counts.
1!!!
2!!!
3!!!!
Belvedere: HERE IS YOUR WINNER! BALL!!!!!!BALL!!!
Jones: Wow, that was a quick match.
Hood: That was a lay up for Ball Ball.
OOGA-CHAKA OOGA-OOGA
OOGA-CHAKA OOGA-OOGA
OOGA-CHAKA OOGA-OOGA
Deep inside of me
Girl, you just don’t realize
What you do to me
In your arms so tight
You let me know
Everything’s alright
~Ball Ball stands victorious in the ring. Lavar Ball runs into the ring along with 10 other Goons. The Goons start cheering furiously as the crowd boos~
Goons: YUUURRRRRR!!!!
Lavar starts waving to the crowd, putting his hand to his ear to signify he wants to hear the boos now more than ever. One of the Goons rushes in from backstage and brings up a microphone, handing it to Lavar.
Lavar: At last! You all are seeing what my boy is truly capable of! You all are seeing the true domination of Ball Ball! This is just a taste of what my boy is capable of!
~The crowd electifies with boos. Nobody here likes Ball Ball, nobody really likes him anywhere outside of Sudan apparently. Ball Ball starts waving his hands in the air. He is finally starting to accept the fact nobody likes him.~
Lavar: This is the beginning! The Ball Era! Ball Ball will never lose again, as I, Lavar Ball, am mentoring Ball Ball. I am teaching Ball Ball the ways of never losing. With my help, Ball Ball will never lose again!
~Ball Ball snatches the mic out of Lavar’s hand. He tries to silence the crowd but has no luck. The crowd really doesn’t like this man. Ball Ball begins speaking anyways~
Ball Ball: Listen here, people of the world. Ball Ball is going to be the best wrestler in the world. With the help of Lavar Ball, the Goons, and maybe a secret friend, Ball Ball will never lose again. Here is Ball Ball’s plan. Ball Ball will destroy anyone in Ball Ball’s way, starting with that bum CJ O’Donnell. But he’s just the first step. Ball Ball doesn’t want to waste time beefing with some low life wrestler like CJ. Ball Ball wants the Roman bum himself. Claudius. This is Ball Ball’s big break, and Claudius will be the very first on the beef list, as Ball Ball, the tallest man to kick anyone’s ass, is going to absolutely kick Claudius’ ass.
~Ball Ball hands the mic back to Lavar and walks out of the ring. The crowd roars, Lavar Ball starts yelling some random nonsense, as well as the Goons. As Ball Ball exits the stage, Lavar starts yelling some more~
Lavar: You hear that world? Ball Ball is here to stay! Fuck you Claudius! Fuck you whoever else wants to stand in Ball Ball’s way!
~We cut to a backstage shot of the cafeteria. We see some of your favorite, and least favorite, OCW wrestlers sitting around tables and chowing down on some serious grub. The camera quickly zooms past these nobodies and settles on the man of the hour: The Nickleman, in fact! We see the 12-time XWF champion grabbing a lunch tray and slowly making his way down the cafeteria line. The Nickleman stands on his edge of the cafeteria line, waiting to be served by the kitchen assistants….who are nowhere to be found~
Nickleman: Hey, who the fuck’s doing the food service around here? Those striking Starbucks bitches?!
~Nickleman looks over the bar and doesn't see anyone, until all of a sudden the newly signed CALYPSO! moonwalks into the scene from behind the counter in a kitchen apron!~
Calypso: BRUH! Nickleman! Crazy that we’re both over here in OCW now, isn’t it?
Nickleman: Huh? Yeah, sure, whatever. Can I get some fucking mashed potatoes?
~Calypso dumps a scoop of potatoes on Nickleman’s plate. He then grabs another half scoop and dumps that on the plate, too, before winking at Nickleman.~
Calypso: A lil’ hook up, you know, between former XWF War Games Captains bruh! My team won it this year, and your team won last year!
~The Nickleman looks up and gives Calypso a silent scowl~
Calypso: Oh…wait, ya’ll didn’t get second place, did you? Either way bruh, we should probably look out for each other over here! Familiar faces, birds of a feather, all that good stuff bruh!
~Nickleman raises a curious eyebrow as he keeps walking down the serving line with Calypso~
Calypso: Bruh you want some gravy?
Nickleman: No shit.
~Calypso pours some brown gravy over the potatoes on Nickelman’s tray~
Calypso: Anyway, how crazy is it that we’re both here in the OCW after our crazy successes in the XWF? It’s like we’re megastars now! MEGA-STARS!
~Calypso wildly gesticulates, accidentally flinging mashed potatoes and gravy all over the kitchen~
Nickleman: Who the fuck are you?
Calypso: Bruh, I’m Calyspo, bruh! Former XWF TV champ, 12 of the greatest days in TV title history! I’m one of the best to ever do it, with you being, you know, the best XWF TV champ ever, eh? Eh? Eh? I watched all 300 and some odd days of your TV title reign bruh, and I could tell you were inspired by my reign- and bruh, I couldn’t be more honored to be your muse!
Nickleman: I don’t know who the fuck you are, but you damn sure talk a lot.
~Calypso and Nickleman keep walking down the line and Calypso slaps two big salisbury steaks onto Nickleman’s tray~
Calypso: Yo bruh, I’m hooking you up some more here. Bruh, we could make some serious waves over here. Think about it, think about it is all I’m saying bruh. We were the best of the XWF and now we're in OCW, and that's C-R-A-Z-Y!
Nickleman: Maybe if you give me two chocolate milks….
Calypso: Two chocolate milks?
~Calypso looks at Nickleman, then back at the refrigerator behind him. His face twists and contorts, betraying the rapid-fire pace of his internal thinking, as he considers the request~
Calypso: Two chocolate milks bruh…I’d be risking my culinary career….
~Calypso bites his lower hip in nervous hesitation~
Calypso: But….
~Nickleman raises an inquisitive eyebrow~
Calypso: I’ll do it for you, Nickleman, my long-time bruh!
~Calypso reaches into the refrigerator and grabs two small chocolate milk cartons. He places them on Nickleman’s tray, much to The Nickleman’s delight~
Nickleman: Fuck yeah! Thanks for the hook up, Cesaro. I’ll be seeing ya around.
~The Nickleman raises his hand and pretends to make a gun with his fingers before he shots in Calypso’s direction and mouths ‘pow, pow’. The Nickleman grabs his tray and walks over to a table, where El Knuckle is eating by himself. Meanwhile, an angry kitchen supervisor approaches Calypso and begins smacking him around with a broom!~
Calypso: Ah! Sheesh! I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Chocolate milk is expensive, I know! AGGGH please stop!
~We transition away from the scene as Calypso is forced out from behind the kitchen counter, one broom-stick smack at a time!~
Justin York (1-1) vs. Hurrican Venganza (0-1) vs. The Nickleman (0-0)
Belvedere: The following contest is a triple threat match and is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first..
~The lights in the arena go completely dark as 'One For The Money by Escape The Fate' hits the speakers. Only a spotlight hits the very top of the stage as you see a man standing with his back turned. The back of the shirt reads 'Casino Kid'.~
Belvedere: From Toronto, Ontario, Canada.. Standing 5’11”, weighing in at 195 pounds.. The Casino Kid.. Justin York!
~Pyro goes up into the air from both sides of the stage as all lights then come on and Justin York turns and begins his way down the ramp, Taunting fans as he goes. Once entering the ringside area he talks a walk around the ring rudely gesturing the crowd and taunting some more before getting into the ring and giving his signature middle finger to the camera with a cocky smirk while boos reign down from the arena.~
Jones: York looks to keep his stock within OCW rising with a victory here tonight.
Hood: Hopefully he’s not too focused on running his own show and is able to lock in on his opponents tonight.
"Ooh
~Hurrican Venganza walks out smirking from ear to ear as the boos ring out throughout the arena. She walks slowly to the ring. She slides in and looks around as she begins nodding her head feeding on the boos.~
Belvedere: Competitor number two, from Los Angeles, California by way of Mexico City, Mexico.. Standing 5’ and weighing in at 98 pounds.. Hurrican Venganza!
~Venganza paces around the ring, making eye contact with York who smirks and gives her a cocky wink. She scoffs and turns her back towards him.~
Jones: Venganza looks to get on the winning track here tonight with her first victory.
Hood: I’m confused, so is she Estrella, La Princess or Hurrican Venganza because at this point I’m just going to call her the hot chick in the mask.
Jones: She’s a serious fighter who needs the respect that she deserves.
Hood: I’m all about respect but when it confusion, it is what it is.
~“Since I’m a Bastard” by This Great City cranks into the arena as the fans are mixed on how they feel for the debuting star here tonight.~
Belvedere: Finally, from Steubenville, Ohio.. Standing 6’3” and weighing in at 265 pounds.. He is The Nickleman!
~The crowd is still mixed as the music continues to play throughout the arena.~
Jones: The Nickleman making his debut here tonight and I can honestly say that he’s a very interesting one.
Hood: Interesting, hell he’s probably the only one who took advantage of the free coupons for Whataburger.
Jones: I find it disheartening that that was the one of the only times he gets to spend with visits with his children every so often.
Hood: I know what it's like to deal with cunts for the mother of my children.
Jones: Hold on, you have kids?
Hood: My point.. Anyway, where the hell is The Nickleman, he should've been out here by now?
~The crowd have now begun to become curious themselves looking towards the entrance. Suddenly, there’s a commotion as someone has jumped over the guardrail with a char in tow. The heavyset man is none other than The Nickleman who climbs up the turnbuckle with his chair in hand while everyone is still focused on the entrance area.~
Jones: The Nickleman is looking to catch his opponents by surprise!
Hood: Damn, where the hell did he come from?
~The crowd reacts to the third competitor in this matchup when Venganza turns right into a leaping Nickleman who cracks her across the skull with the chair as he descends down. She crashes to the mat and quickly rolls out of the ring when York now spins and sees Nickleman bulldozing straight towards him. With swift force, he throws the chair directly into York’s face where a loud thud resonates through the arena. The fans cringe from the impact but nevertheless cheer the violence~
Jones: Nickleman getting the jump on his opponents and currently has them in bad shape early.
Hood: Talk about an entrance.
~York is rolling out of the ring, trying to compose himself as well while Tuff tries his best to get The Nickleman to get back. Nickleman shoves him away and tells him to do his job. Tuff scoffs at Nickleman’s demands but still signals for the bell. This brings a smile to the maniac’s face as he rolls out of the ring as well. Headed for a recovering York, grabbing him by the back of the head, Nickleman brings him up and violently whips him towards the guardrail where he crashes hard back first. The Nickleman smiles at the carnage that he just caused but turns right towards Venganza who’s running along the apron and leaps off. She flips over him, grabbing his head in the process and spiking him onto the floor with a Blockbuster. She pops back up to her feet excitedly before laying in some hard kicks to The Nickelman. With a struggle, she brings The Nickleman back upright and tries to whip him towards the guardrail but he puts on the brakes. Pulling her in himself, he uses his strength advantage to lift her quickly off her feet and hard onto the floor with a bodyslam!~
Jones: Have you ever seen a bodyslam be so effective?
Hood: She’s barely a buck, the Nickleman almost has her by like twenty pounds so of course he’s going to throw her around like a ragdoll.
~The Nickleman continues to smile through the violence when he’s cracked from behind with a York forearm smash. Nickleman stumbles forward and York quickly grabs a hand full of hair and slams him head first into the apron. Nickleman pops back up with a smile which pisses York off so he pokes him in the eyes. Nickelman isn’t smiling anymore as the cocky smirk of York now appears. He takes his time to stalk his recovering opponent before grabbing him by the hair and pants, throwing him head first into the railing. The Nickleman slumps down to the floor as York now turns his attention to a slowly rising Venganza who’s clutching at her back. York helps her up and rolls her inside of the ring, following in behind her. York poses for the fans who shower hatred down onto him. He doesn’t care though as he brings Hurrican up and drops her back down with a DDT! HE goes for the cover while Tuff is over for the count~
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
~Venganza’s able to get her shoulder off of the mat which brings a bit of frustration to the Justin’s face. He doesn’t argue the count though, getting to his feet and bringing Venganza up along with him. Hooking her head in a front face lock, York throws her arm over his shoulder and quickly into the air before bringing her down with a Brainbuster Suplex! Venganza clutches at the back of her head while York sits up beside her with another smile on his face~
Jones: Looks like Justin York has taken control of this match for the time being.
Hood: The Nickleman came in hot and heavy but York extinguished that fire quickly. But something tells me that he won’t be down for long.
~With Venganza down, York grabs one of her legs and arms, dragging her near the corner. Standing on the top buckle, York begins to play to the crowd as he begins to pose. This gives Venganza enough time to gain energy and kips up to her feet. With cat-like agility, she races towards the corner and runs up the ropes, meeting York at the top. Hooking York, she attempts El Reinado De La Princesa(Spanish Fly). She flips backwards, but York easily pushes her off as she backflips onto her feet into the ring. She looks up at York who sticks a tongue out at her but a flying chair changes his expression as falls to the side and crashes onto the floor. The crowd gasp at the terrible fall but the culprit, Nickleman, is smiling ear to ear. He slides back into the ring, charging at Hurrican with a clothesline but she ducks and catches him when he turns with a Pele Kick! Nickleman stumbles back as Venganza pops back to her feet. She now charges in at Nickleman who cracks her with a headbutt that drops her straight on her ass~
Jones: What a shot! Did you hear that impact?
Hood: That didn’t sound good at all..
~Rebounding off the ropes, Nickleman shoots a boot directly into her face that lays her flat on the mat. Looking to inflict more violence, Nickleman goes for Venganza but spots a springboarding York. Displaying his strength, he catches York in mid air and quickly shifts him into a sidewalk slam position before walking over to the down Venganza~
Jones: BIG SIDEWALK SLAM by Nickleman planting York onto Venganza.
Hood: Man that looked brutal, I think he dropped York onto Venganza’s face..
~Sure enough she’s covering her masked face, while rolling out of the ring. The Nickleman senses that he has everything just about wrapped up as he pulls York back up. He double underhooks his arms and spikes him head first into the mat with a doublearm DDT~
Jones: Devil Hook Drop by The Nickleman and this one could be over!
Hood: Yeah, I think that’s all that she wrote.
~Shooting the half, Nickleman covers York as Tuff is over to make the count~
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~Tuff signals for the bell as Nickleman rolls off of York with a sadistic smile on his face~
Belvedere: Here is your winner.. The Nickleman!!!!!
Jones: Impressive win for The Nickleman who comes with...well, some controversy.
Hood: He’s a controversial guy, no doubt. But so were, like, half the people inducted in the Hall of Fame. Controversy is fine.
Jones: So long as it’s controlled. I have a feeling the controversy and impact of The Nickleman is only just beginning.
Hood: Oh, I’d agree with that.
One day when I woke up I fucking snapped, yay
Put on my Loubies and my mad hat
Can't tell me nothing, I'm a big brat"
Willie: I’m sorry, all of these are just garbage. I can’t sign off on… what is this… The Tub of Love? It looks like the writers of some Nickelodeon show and Hallmark channel took their worst ideas and put them together.
Adi: I don’t think you even read The Tub Of Love. Because if you did… you would understand the tub is a metaphor for the child they lost… it’s a beautiful story about overcoming the odds of losing a bathtub, or ‘their child’. Read. It. Again.
Willie: A metaphor? Are you serious? What was the reglazing scene about? Giving a kid a makeover? Get out of here!
Adi: It was to represent their… like… you just don’t understand what love is… it’s a sacrifice. And… whatever.
Willie: You don’t understand that PIC’s not going to be caught dead doing a project like that. What else you got?
~Adi stands up and digs through some of the scripts. She finds the one she is looking for and tosses it to him.~
Adi: There. The Regurgitator. It’s a science fiction time traveling adventure. It’s like Terminator meets Back to the Future meets… vomit?
Willie: Ok, now this plot I can understand. Because listening to you describe it makes me want to puke all over this table. Next?
~Adi frowns and digs through another pile of scripts.~
Adi: What about this? A remake of Gone With The Wind… the twist? It’s a modern take on the film's story. How modern? Well… there’s a Trans Am and PIC gets to keep it after we shoot. Hell, we can start filming in October… deal?
~Willie pauses for a minute, thinking this through. He’s always wanted a Trans Am.~
Willie: What’s it called?
~Adi smiles as she walks around the desk confidently. She hands him the script with a glowing smile.~
Adi: Gone… with the Bandit! Ehh? Ehhhh? PIC even gets to wear a cowboy hat and have a dirty mustache. Ehhhhh?
Willie: You’re making this up as we speak aren’t you?
~Adi looks shocked.~
Adi: Who could come up with such a masterpiece on the top of their head like that? Sure, I am good. I am GOLD but it took like 12 screenwriters, HOLLYWOOD ELITE to put this art together. So, shall we put ink to paper? And let’s get this moving…
~Adi rubs her hands together. Willie sits back in his chair, rubbing his chin. He smiles and leans forward.~
Willie: You drive a hard bargain, Adi… but it’s a no. Call me when you actually get a good idea.
Adi: Willie… the Japanese Mob is breathing down my neck. They want PICture with PIC… get it? Seriously though. They have put a lot of money into this OCW TV investment. Just give him any script. Just close your eyes and grab one.
Willie: Listen, I appreciate the situation you’re in… granted it’s a situation you brought upon yourself and some might say you deserve to pay for it. Not me, of course, but someone might. But Adi, we only have one shot to get this right. This is PIC’s career we’re talking about. I’ve got to know you have his best interest at heart. He’s a wrestler first, then an actor. Not the other way around. The last time he spent time with you he got pinned clean in the middle of the ring. That can’t happen again.
Adi: I have his best interest. Mine too. Yours. Why can’t there be more than one best interest, am I right? Look… I’ll take care of this. Just don’t screw me on yer’ end. I get you some GOLD you will not sabotage it right Mr. Mo’Mo?
Willie: If you prove to me you can come up with a project isn’t…
~Willie picks up a script and squints trying to read the title.~
Willie: …Stuck In An Elevator With You… I won’t stand in your way.
Adi: I actually like that one… we’ll be in touch, Willie.
~Willie reaches his hand across the table. Adi goes to shake it but Willie pulls it back quickly and rubs it through his not-so-luscious head of hair. He laughs.~
Willie: Sorry, I’ve always wanted to do that and never had the chance.
~Adi gives him a sarcastic thumb up. She then snaps her fingers as two young interns rush in and each grab a handful of scripts and follow Adi out of the office as the scene fades.~
~ “Kings Never Die” by Eminem begins to play and out walks “The Distinguished” CJ O’Donnell. As the arena fills with a chorus of boos CJ takes it all in as the arrogant prick that he is. CJ is not dressed to wrestle tonight as he is wearing blue jeans with a white Paramount t-shirt as he walks to the ring. As he reaches ringside a fan touches him and he pushes the male fan back into a group of his friends. The group of friends start to celebrate and think it is a mini mosh pit as security guards step in. CJ flips the fan off and gets a beer thrown on him. He just wipes it off of his face and shakes his head. He walks over to Belvedere and grabs his microphone. ~
CJ O’Donnell: You can get this mic back when I am finished.
~ CJ makes his way up the ring steps as he begins to speak. ~
CJ O’Donnell: For months I have voiced my displeasure of certain things going on in OCW. It went on deaf ears. They said I didn’t know what I was talking about. They said people can change. I said to myself not these people and left it alone. I knew they would cut off their nose to spite their face. I am not out here to say I told you so. I came out to this ring because I have a conversation to finish with a man. A man who some may even say will be the savior of OCW after all is said and done. I have given him enough time to think about my offer and now I want … no I _DEMAND_ an answer. Outcast get your arse to this ring…
Hood: Is CJ O'Donnell an idiot? Outcast fell back into the Portal Potty at The Mix.
Jones: I dare you to call him an idiot to his face.
Hood: Hard pass.
~ "Backbreaker” by Fit For A King hits on the PA and the fans begin to cheer. Outcast heads down the entranceway and looks in no mood for a discussion or games. In one hand is a microphone and in the other is a can of PBR. Outcast takes no time to acknowledge the fans or slap hands as he heads right for the ring and right for C.J. O’Donnell. Outcast climbs the steps and goes right into the ring. Outcast takes the middle of the ring while the music fades out. ~
Jones: HE'S HERE! OUTCAST IS HERE!
Hood: Wait, what? How?
Jones: I'm sure we'll find out soon, in someone's video production.
Hood: What do you mean?
Jones: Kayfabe.
Outcast: C.J., I ain’t got time for this sh*t. I'm here to find that b*tch Victoria, and take her out. So, I’m giving you until I finish this beer to tell me exactly what the f**k was so important I had to stick around for.
~Outcast puts the pic into the pack pocket of his pants and cracks open the can of PBR as CJ begins. ~
CJ O’Donnell: I am a man of my word and Paramount has kept up their end of the deal. So why don’t you stop being so fookin’ stubborn and realize we are stronger together in this battle. We are making PTSD look like they are some type of fooking Mighty Morphin Super Heroes and honestly they are more like The Care Bears. What's your answer? Are you with Paramount or against us?
~ As CJ is talking, Outcast shakes his head from side to side and tips the beer back, chugging the rest of it down. The crowd begins to cheer, and CJ goes quiet as Outcast slams the beer and then tosses the empty can into the crowd. Outcast pulls the mic from his back pocket. ~
Outcast: CJ, I appreciate you guys having my back, I really do, and I owe Paramount for that one. But, I told you once, and this is the last time I’ll say it, I don’t do groups. I’m not a pack animal, I’m a scavenger who doesn’t defend my territory, I conquer other people's territories. So, you and Paramount can…
~ Outcast is cut off as “Pain” by Tupac hits over the PA. The crowd starts booing as Killer Kali and TLS begin charging down the entranceway. Outcast and CJ are ready for them as they slide into the ring and the four men meet in the middle of the ring exchanging rights and lefts. TLS and CJ go at one another as Outcast and Kali pair off. Kali drops a shoulder into Outcast's stomach and charges him into the corner, while TLS shoves a thumb into the eye of CJ and hammers him with his right fist into the corner.
Kali grabs Outcast and TLS grabs CJ and they shoot the two at each other. Outcast baseball slides and CJ does a leapfrog and the two avoid each other. Outcast pops up to his feet and nails TLS with a kick to the stomach. CJ lands on his feet and ducks a right from Kali. Kali spins around into a jumping knee strike from CJ and flies backward into the back of Outcast. Outcast spins around at the same time as Kali and with the two face to face, they start hammering each other with their right hands.
Kali starts getting the upper hand, but Outcast lands a straight headbutt to the nose of Kali. Kali staggers backward into the waiting of CJ who catches Kali with The Distinguished Plex (German Suplex). Outcast gets spun around by TLS who has a chain wrapped around his fist. TLS goes for a knockout punch but Outcast ducks under catching TLS with the Parallel Life (back slide driver).
Outcast pops to his feet grabbing the chain and wrapping it around his fist. Outcast stairs at the downed TLS, and yells at him to get up, preparing to hit him with the chain. CJ is up as Kali has rolled to the outside of the ring and is holding his head. CJ turns around and pats Outcast on the back. Outcast spins around and decks CJ in the jaw with the chain.
Outcast shakes his head at CJ and spins back around to TLS, but sees TLS sliding under the bottom rope with Kali. Outcast yells at them to come back into the ring, holding his chain-covered fist ready for a haymaker. TLS and Kali head up the entranceway, as Outcast turns back to CJ who is laying flat on the mat. CJ is laying on the mat as his bottom lip is busted open as blood trickles down the left side of his face. Outcast looks at CJ and shakes his head as the show cuts to commercial~
Jones: Coming up next everyone is something that I know Hood has been looking forward to - it’s the return of the Dravers Boys.
Hood: Hey! Don’t call them that anymore Jones! It’s either the Dravers’s or the Dravers Twins. They’re not ‘boys’ anymore. They’ve finally become men. They became men - and awesome men at that - when they superkicked that damn Alice Knight in the face after Technical Difficulties. They finally see how annoying she is and saw the light that night. Oh, it was glorious!
Jones: And they’re back tonight with a match against The Influence. Let’s see if they have any ring rust.
Hood: Have you forgotten who the Dravers Twins are, Jones? Ring rust?! The twins are the disciples of PerZag - hand chosen by PerZag himself to help promote the message of the Worthy Movement. Not only that but they are fantastic wrestlers in their own right, coming from the Dravers Family Legacy. Their Father was a former wrestler, their Uncle was a former wrestler. Their Mother was a valet. AND they have the highest grossing TV show on the O Network! They’ve done it all.
Jones: Yeah. They are, but look how the thing with PerZag worked out. He isn’t here, and they haven’t been seen in weeks.
Hood: You watch your mouth!
~The Boys are Back by Dropkick Murphys starts up and a few of the OCW Faithful cheer but the vast majority begin to boo as they remember the twins. The dreaded record scratch kicks in before Eminem’s ‘Bad Guy’ plays properly. They wait to emerge until ‘It’s Revenge That I Seek’ plays and when it does, the twins emerge through the curtain still with surly, angry looks on their faces.~
Belvedere: Please welcome back……the Dravers Twins!!!!
~When they hear the few pockets of cheers, the twins throw their arms up in the ‘up yours’ taunt to put a stop to that. They make their way down to the ring and before the match starts, Jonathan snatches some microphones from Belvedere at ringside while Nathan signals for the music to stop. The music slows to a stop and Jonathan slides back into the ring and passes a microphone to Nathan.~
Nathan: OCW…OCW…OCW…Why, Jon are we back in this cesspit of filth of a company?
Jonathan: We’ve been away for some time.
~The OCW Faithful cheers Jonathan’s remark~
Jonathan: Shut your damn holes! I’m talking!
OCW Faithful: Booooooooooooooooo!
Jonathan: AS I was saying!! We’ve been away for some time working for PerZag. Helping to spread the word of the Worthy Movement. But I was sitting at home the other day and I was watching Massacre and I thought to myself ‘what a crock of shit OCW has turned into.’
~Nathan nods along with his brother~
Nathan: But there was one tag team that caught our eyes. ‘The Influence’. While we saw that these girls were good in the ring, what we took exception to was the name. ‘The Influence’. Girls…we’re two time OCW Tag Team Champions. We have the HIGHEST GROSSING television show on the O Network. We were ‘influencing’ the OCW Faithful before you were even a thing.
~The OCW Faithful start up a ‘No You Weren’t’ chant along with a ‘Fuck You Twins!’ chant~
Jonathan: We were! And you know it to be true! So……Influence…why don’t you come out here and get to Seeing Double, so we can all move on with our lives.
Jones: The Dravers Twins calling out The Influence here. And that ‘Seeing Double’ double superkick is deadly. I should know after they kicked me so many times.
Hood: That was awesome.
Jones: Not for me.
Hood: Nobody cares about you, Jones.
~Those are the opening words to Suicidal Tendencies’ “Send Me Your Money” as the bassline hits the lights begin to strobe~
# Lights. #
# Camera. #
# Silence on the set. #
# Three, two, one. Action! #
~Slowly out from the back step the duo of Claudia Frost and Delia Black onto the stage, they look a little bit confused as to why they’re being called out at this point in time, but they don’t seem to mind the extra attention. Out behind the duo is Christopher J. Wrigley who clutches his briefcase tightly as they all head on down into the ring. As the music fades more microphones are brought into the ring because talking is about to happen and it’s going to start with Delia~
Black: I’m sorry, but were you saying something about having influence? Really? You two think you have any sort of influence and you’re going to use that you have the top grossing television show on the ‘O Network’ as your flex? Yikes.
~Delia cracks a smile as she turns back towards Claudia~
Black: You want to see influence? Check this out. Wrigley, throw me a product from the case.
~Sure enough, Wrigley puts his briefcase on the corner turnbuckle and opens up the briefcase making sure to hide what’s in there from the main camera, because top secret documents and such, and grabs something and tosses it towards Delia. Delia takes a second to look at the small metal tin and then holds it up for the crowd~
Black: Claudia, if you’d start the livestream. What I have here in my hand in this small tin is a pair of instant underpants. That’s right, all you have to do is open this pocket sized tin when you’re in a pinch because you forgot your undies at home and add water. Boom! A brand new pair of undies right there ready for you on the go.
~Claudia turns off the livestream as Delia tosses the small metal tin into the crowd, because someone might have left their underwear at home. You never know, she’s being nice~
Black: We just filmed a thirty second advertisement and sent it out to our millions of followers. So you know what that just was Dravers boys?
Frost: That was free money, bitches.
Black: Thanks for the extra television time tonight boys, we’ll make sure to spend our check in the most inappropriate way possible.
~The Dravers twins roll their eyes~
Jonathan: Underpants? Really?
Nathan: Let’s just get a damn referee down here, so we can show you two how it’s done.
~Suddenly we see referee Scruff running down the ramp. He slides in and rings the bell~
Jones: And here we go! The Influence vs The Dravers Twins….
Hood: This should be good.
~As the match begins, the twins think about hitting the Seeing Double superkick right away but Jonathan and Nathan think twice about this and instead quickly grab some chairs from the outside~
Scruff: Hey, twins! What are you doing? One! Two!
~The twins ignore Scruff and crack the girls of the Influence with chairs and Scruff has no choice but to ring the bell!~
Hood: I LOVE IT!
Jones: Come on! Not like this!
~The twins then get down onto the ring mat and hold the girls’ heads up~
Nathan: We were doing this before you ever came along!
Jonathan: You don’t belong with us.
~The twins then drop their opponents’ heads and walk out of the ring. They walk backwards up the ramp, admiring their ‘handywork’. The OCW Faithful boo~
~We cut to the backstage area where Who’re stands outside of Easton Alexander’s dressing room. She knocks and Easton opens the door moments later, still looking amped up from his interactions with PIC and Killa Kali earlier this evening.~
Who’re: Easton, I was hoping I could get a few words with you about what went down earlier tonight. We saw you come down to stop Killa Kali’s attack on PIC. The fans have got to be wondering, what was that about?
Easton: It's a simple answer, I don't want any excuses from PIC when I take his belt. Next week is the biggest night of my career in front of a Canadian crowd. I will show the world that I am championship material… and if PIC is beaten down before the match even starts… I'm no better than he is.
Who’re: Wait… what do you-
~Before Who’re can finish her thoughts, PIC walks up from the right side of the screen looking pissed off.~
PIC: What the hell was that?
Easton: You’re welcome.
PIC: I didn’t say thank you.
~Easton smirks, then rubs his chin before continuing.~
Easton: Maybe you should, I saved your ass from Kali, I didn't see anybody else jumping to come help you. You act like you knew he was gonna do that.
PIC: I mean yeah, to some degree I expect that crap from him, he’s been doing the same thing for over 20 years. I’ll take care of him soon enough. But I want to know what you’re trying to prove, man? You come down to insert yourself into my business and then decide you’re too big to shake my hand? Why help me if you’re just going to turn around and be a dick?
Easton: Oh so we are throwing insults now? Here's the thing Steve, I don't want an easy out, I don't want a free win, the fact of the matter is you got an easy victory at TOC, your opponent had been through hell and you just waltz in fresh as a daisy… I touched the belt for the first time that night and I knew for my sake I needed to hold it again … I know our history, i dont have the best record against you… but I'll tie our series or die trying.
~PIC pauses. He reaches down and removes the Savage Title from around his waist and holds it up to Easton’s chest.~
PIC: Ok Easton. I’ll let you play that card. JPD was beaten, battered, and bruised before I stepped in the ring and took this title. But the last time you and I stepped in the ring, I beat you clean as a whistle. And yeah, I let you hold this belt at Truth or Consequences, but maybe you didn’t get up close and personal. This belt that you’d do anything to get your hands on… this is as close as you’re ever going to get while I’m champion. Next week on Massacre, You’re getting put down for the 1, 2, 3 compliments of the P.I.C. That you can count on… that is a promise!
~PIC drops his arm to his side, still holding the belt. Easton is seething as he steps closer to PIC, both men not flinching as they face off before the scene fades out.~
Super Tiger (0-0) vs. Ricky Rodriguez (0-2)
~The crowd in Toronto is on fire! Not literally. That’d be crazy. We’re speaking metaphorically here. These people are cheering, dancing, rubbing their genitals up against each other. Ya know, just having a grand ole time. Belvedere, standing in the ring, clears his opulent throat making way for his golden vocal cords so some sweet words can fly freely from his supple lips~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen...the following contest is scheduled for one fall!
~ T-Pain and Joey Galaxy's Booty Wurk filled the air only to be drowned out by the split reaction from that sold out crowd. Stepping out from behind that black curtain was none other than Ricky Rodriguez! A smirk plastered to his face, he extended his arms outwards, basking in the reaction that was raining down over him~
~However, Ricky would not be alone. Following out behind him would be his two companions, Big Ass Bobby and Alessa Holloway. Turning to face his people, the smirk Ricky wore only grew. One more turn around and Ricky started his way down the ramp, Bobby and Alessa following~
~Slapping hands with whoever wanted to and waving off those with the negativity, Ricky kept his attention focused in on the ring before him. Stopping in front of it, Ricky bolted forward and slid in under the bottom set of ropes as Bobby and Alessa made their way to the ringside area. Popping up to his feet, Ricky began loosening himself up for the task at hand~
Belvedere: From Chino Hills, California...standing 5’10 and weighing in at 219lbs...Ricky Rodriguez!!!
Jones: Ricky Rodriguez making his singles debut on Massacre. He’s looking to notch his first win since returning to OCW.
Hood: Guy’s got all the talent in the world. Just needs to get focused and put it together.
Jones: Yep.
Belvedere: And, his opponent…
~As the heavy metal cover of "Eye of the Tiger" begins, rainbow colored pyro erupts from the front of the stage, and Super Tiger comes flying up seemingly from underneath. She grins into the camera, throwing up a peace sign next to her face and winking for the crowd before making her way down the ramp. She high fives every fan she can, pausing at the bottom to take a picture with a young member of the crowd before giving them a replica of the mask she's wearing. She then runs around the ring, continuing to slap palms with every hand stuck out over the barricade. When she's made a full circuit, she doesn't slow, leaping to slide into the ring on her stomach before going straight into a somersault and then leaping to her feet. As she lands, she hits a deep dab, pyro blasting from the corner posts before she rises back up, winking again at the camera with a pair of finger guns before backing into her corner~
Belvedere: From Chicago, Illinois...standing 5’1 and weighing in at 120lbs...Super Tiger!!!
~Belvedere exits and the bell sounds~
Jones: And here we go! Super Tiger making her debut against Ricky Rodriguez!
Hood: Another masked wrestler? C’MON
Jones: You need to really let this vendetta you have for masks go, Hood. They’re an integral part of pro wrestling.
Hood: Well, I guess October is around the corner. Masks are the ‘in’ thing this time of year. Whatever.
~Tiger and Ricky lock up. Tiger tosses Ricky into the ropes. Ricky bounces off and Tiger takes Ricky over with an arm drag. Ricky pops back to his feet and hurries toward Tiger only to get taken over with another armdrag. Ricky’s back on his feet, hurrying toward Tiger only to get caught and taken over with a headlock. Tiger wrenches the lock with Ricky kicking at the mat in frustration~
Jones: Fast paced action with Super Tiger on top.
Hood: Yea...they say only fools rush in. Is Ricky a fool?
Jones: I’m not the one to make that call.
~Ricky fights to his feet and he shoots Tiger into the ropes. Tiger bounces off and Ricky throws a shoulder at Tiger...but Tiger slides between Ricky’s feet, pops up behind up, jumps up and wraps her legs around Ricky’s head to take him over with an inverted hurricanrana. But Ricky holds on, using his size advantage. He pulls Tiger up into the Electic Chair position. Tiger dives forward, taking Ricky over with a pinning attempt...a roll up! Scruff slides in~
1!
2!
Kick Out!
Jones: Nice pin attempt by Super Tiger!
Hood: Yep!
~Ricky is back on his feet. Tiger jumps up, grabbing him by the head for a Tornado DDT but Ricky tosses Tiger off of him. She flies through the air but lands on the top rope and balances herself before jumping off, flying at Ricky and taking him over with a hurricanrana!! Ricky’s body slides across the ring, under the bottom rope and out of the ring. He lands on the floor where Bobby and Alessa tend to him...he’s helped to his feet where he slaps at the apron in frustration~
Jones: Ricky can’t seem to gain the advantage on Super Tiger.
Hood: She’s too quick.
~Tiger waits in the ring for Ricky. Ricky doesn’t stay outside long, he hops onto the apron and steps back into the ring. He charges at Tiger...Tiger ducks a lariat. Ricky stops on a dime. Tiger turns around. Ricky jumps backwards with a Pele Kick...SMACK! Right in Tiger’s face!! Tiger stumbles back into a corner. Ricky flies in with a splash!!! Ricky tosses Tiger out of the corner and onto the mat with a hip toss! Tiger sits up only for Ricky to run in with a kick into Tiger’s back, keeping her on the mat~
Jones: And now Ricky Rodriguez has regained the momentum.
Hood: Not often you’ll see Ricky as the bigger competitor.
Jones: Nope. We might now see him use that to his advantage.
~Ricky pulls Tiger up and whips her into a corner. Ricky charges in...Tiger moves. Ricky hits the buckles, hard. Tiger hits the ropes, bounces off and leaps at a back pedaling Ricky with a crossbody! But Ricky catches her and slams her down onto the mat. Ricky drops an elbow on Tiger. He pops back to his feet and plays to the crowd a bit before heading to the ropes, stepping through them and finding the apron~
Jones: Ricky looking to end this.
Hood: Super Tiger has got to be aware. That springboard cutter is coming.
~Ricky jumps onto the top rope...Tiger reaches her feet. Ricky leaps off with TO THE TOP (Springboard Cutter)! But Tiger leans back, avoiding Ricky’s grasp. Ricky hits the ropes. Tiger throws a spinning heel kick...Ricky ducks, hits the ropes, springboards off and catches Tiger with TO THE TOP!!! Tiger is down! Ricky makes the cover~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner...RICKY RODRIGUEZ!!!!!
Jones: Ricky with a big win! His first win since returning!
Hood: Strong showing by Super Tiger.
Jones: Yep, two talented wrestlers with bright futures here in OCW!
Jones- Okay looks like we're cutting backstage for a word from TLS.
Hood: What's that nutjob going to talk about now?
~ the jumbotron cuts backstage to AKB with a microphone.~
AKB: Hey Guys we were supposed to be interviewing TLS, but he hasn't shown up. It's no like him to just skip an interview.
Jones; Yeah that's odd.
Hood: Actually it's very like him to no show.
~ AKB says something off camera to one of the producers. Then he gets back on the mic. ~
AKB: This is embarrassing. I'm sure with the events that have unfolded the fans would have loved to hear his thoughts on JPD and the departure of the HOW affiliated wrestlers.
Jones: Maybe he's been kidnapped by Easton?
Hood: That's absurd, he's not a kid.
AKB: Well folks, the producers have said there is no sign of TLS in the arena. They are in fact going to be questioning Easton Alexander. Back to you in the booth.
~We cut back to Jones and Hood~
Jones: Is The Lost Stranger LOST?
Hood: Looks like it.
Jones: Spooky season is underway with a mystery!
Hood: Oh boy
Jones: Ladies and gentlemen, the two contestants in our next match have found themselves in a little organic feud the past few weeks.
Hood: By feud, you’re referring to how Harmon Egan stole the victory from Mike Mason in their fatal four way match two weeks ago on the special edition of Tuesday Night Equality.
Jones: Yes, of course. For those of you who may not remember, Mason had Egan in big trouble and tossed him in the air with a fallaway slam. But Egan was able to switch in mid air and hit Estrella Luiz aka Hurrican Venganza with a hurricanrana followed by a quick pin to gain the victory.
Hood: Ever since then Mike Mason has been on the warpath, and Harmon Egan has been public enemy number one in his eyes.
Jones: Egan secured a Craze title shot with the win, which makes it sting all the more. One thing is certain, there isn’t another competitor in the ring to pin this time. If Harmony is going to win tonight, he’s going to have to beat Mason one on one, and that’s not an easy task.
Hood: Mason is the “Man of A Thousand Monikers”, and every last one of them is true. He’s virtually impossible to beat. Tonight, the former NFL star is going to avenge his loss if you can even call it that.
Jones: That’s certainly possible, Hood. It looks like Belvedere is ready, so let’s head to the ring!
Harmon 'Harmony' Egan (2-0) vs. Marvelous Mike Mason (3-3)
Belvedere: Ladies and gentlemen… The following contest is scheduled for one fall and has a 20 minute time limit. Making his way to the ring… weighing in at 175 pounds… he is the number one contender to the Craze Championship… Harmon “Harmony” Egan!!!
~”The Day Is My Enemy” by Prodigy kicks in and several in the crowd leap to their feet. A pair of black rimmed eyes open up on the main screen as the arena is bathed in white and the song starts its opening beats. When the song comes to its crescendo the white light is intermixed with violet whirling lights as the main screen shows shots of Harmony in action intermixed with flowing Rorschach inkblots. Harmony appears at the top of the ramp and books it to the ring, sliding in under the bottom room "Edge style" and crawling to the camera at mat level. He shoots the camera a confident smirk and kips up to his feet, ready for action.~
Jones: Egan looks eager to challenge Mason here tonight. I’m sure Mason’s words for him this week are certainly fueling his intensity.
Hood: What? Mason calling him a loser? Yeah… I mean he hasn’t lost in OCW so the label doesn’t currently fit, but Mason knows what he’s doing. He’s all about the mind games in his pre-match promos.
Jones: Well Mason may hate Harmony, but the fans have certainly taken a liking to him as he’s building quite the audience here in OCW.
Hood: I’ve been impressed with his ring skills. I wasn’t sure how he would adapt in the ring with his limited ability to communicate but he is showing the world just how good he is.
Jones: From what I know of him, he’s had a very troubled past. That can be a crutch for some, but in Harmony’s case, it’s been the catalyst to his rise in the company.
Belvedere: And his opponent… weighing in at 265 pounds… “Marvelous” Mike Mason!!!
~"Power" by Kanye West begins to play over the PA and the crowd instantly begins to boo. As the words "I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man" play, a spotlight shines on the entrance way revealing the Marvelous One. His back is to the crowd, and his arms are spread out wide revealing the rhinestones words "Simply Marvelous" on the back of the robe. The Marvelous One spins around with a huge and cocky smile on his face. The light bounces off of his sequin and rhinestone white ring rob, with purple and blue designs on it. The darkness is replaced with a soft purple glow, but the spotlight stays on The Mecca of Manhood.
The Marvelous One struts to the ring, walking slowly, taking his time and allowing everyone to view him. He climbs the ring stairs and instructs Fluff to hold the ropes open for him. Mason steps through and spins around in a 360 to the middle of the ring. He unties his robe, and removes it slowly, handing it to the referee. The Marvelous One hits a front double bicep in the center of the spotlight as the music fades out. Harmony looks on from the corner with an intense look on his face.~
Jones: Mike Mason is looking as chiseled as ever, Jones. His attitude may be terrible, and he may be the poster child for being canceled in 2022, but there’s no denying the man is a freak of nature.
Hood: There’s a lot of people out there getting their panties in a wad if you ask me. Sure, he says things most people disagree with. Big deal. If they don’t like it, they should shut him up. Everybody wants to cancel him for one or two words he says, but they say even worse stuff themselves. Bunch of hypocrites if you ask me. I mean, Harmony calls Mason a troglodyte this past week and no one bats an eye! Why isn’t he canceled?
Jones: Do you even know what troglodyte means?
Hood: No.
Jones: Maybe you should Google it.
Hood: Google? Hell no! I don’t have time to use the World Wide Web to look up the name of some stupid new slang kids are using. I’d much rather spend time at my cabin in the woods all alone, completely cut off from society.
Jones: Sounds like you’re more familiar with the term than you realize.
~Fluff checks Mason’s ring gear for foreign objects, then turns to do the same for Harmony. Before he can get there, Mason rushes forward and slams Harmony with a huge clothesline in the corner. As Harmony falls to the mat, Mason begins laying in knee shot after knee shot to the side of Harmony's face. Fluff tries to get Mason off of him but his threats have no effect. Frustrated, he looks over at the timekeeper and waves his fingers for the match to start.~
DING DING DING
~Mason lifts Harmony up into the corner and chops him across the chest, the echo filling the arena. He does it again and again. He whips Harmony across the ring, slamming him hard into the opposite turnbuckle. Harmony stumbles forward into a vicious clothesline. Mason drops an elbow straight to Harmony’s sternum and remains on top for the nonchalant pin attempt.~
1!
Kickout!!
Jones: Mason looks to be in complete control of this match early on, but he didn’t look too interested in putting Egan away right there.
Hood: I’ve got a feeling after the ending of their last match, Mike Mason is more interested in inflicting punishment than he is getting an easy victory.
~Mason just smiles to the disdain of the crowd. He mounts Harmony and begins laying in forearm shot after forearm shot to Harmony’s jaw. He does stop as Fluff counts to five, getting to his feet and soaking in the boos from the crowd. He brings Harmony to his feet, scoops him into his arms, and slams him across his knee with a back breaker. Mason holds onto Harmony, stretching him across Mason’s knee. Mason turns his attention to Fluff who tells him to break the hold. This allows Harmony to reach up and grab Mason’s head, hooking in a guillotine choke!~
Jones: Signs of life from Harmon Egan! He’s got a guillotine choke locked in!
~Mason fights to break free. Realizing he can’t and gasping for his last bit of air, he uses his strength to drag both he and Harmony to the ropes. Harmony is forced to break the hold as Fluff counts to four.~
Hood: Smart decision by the ring veteran. He wasn’t going to escape the choke and wouldn’t have had much time left if he didn’t get the rope break.
~Mason grabs at his throat as Harmony makes it to his feet. Mason gets to his feet as Harmony runs forward, smashing him with a running STO! Mason hops back up quickly as Harmony sweeps his leg. With Mason on his knees, Harmony keys in and releases a series of kicks to Mason’s sternum. Mason teeters, but doesn’t fall over. Harmony hits a spinning back kick, then immediately spins the other way into an enziguri that knocks Mason over. He rolls out of the ring before Harmony can make the cover.~
Jones: It looks as if the tides have turned here. Harmon Egan has regained his composure and is taking it to self-proclaimed “Mecca of Manhood”.
Hood: Mason was smart to roll out of the ring when he did. He needs to regroup and refocus.
~Harmony bounces off the ropes and slides under the bottom, connecting with a baseball slide to Mason’s face! The impact doesn’t take Mason off of his feet, instead, Mason steps backwards and shakes it off, becoming more pissed than before.~
Jones: Mason hates being hit in the face, Hood. That might have just unlocked something in him Harmony’s not going to like.
Hood: What a hot take. Guy doesn’t like to get blasted in the face. News at 11!
Jones: Why?
~Mason lunges forward, using his shoulder to slam Harmony’s body against the ring apron. Harmony doubles over. Mason grabs his head, spins him around and slams him head first into the ring post. Mason antagonizes some ringside fans as Harmony stumbles onto the steps. Mason gets onto the apron as Harmony lays across the steps. He jumps off, delivering a violent knee, sandwiching Harmony’s head between flesh and the steel! A violent thud is sent throughout the arena. A small laceration can be seen on Harmony’s forehead as he falls to the floor, a small amount of blood beginning to trickle out. Mason looks to throw Harmony into the ring, but instead picks him up and sends him crashing into the guard rails. Fluff acts as if he’s going to count both of them out, but even he realizes this is wrestling and that’s not happening. Mason motions for the ringside fans to move as he hooks Harmony by the arm and hip tosses him over the rail and into the seating area. The fans are giving Mason an earful but he gives it right back. He notices a sign that reads “Cancel Mike Mason”. He grabs it out of the fan’s hands and rips it into pieces, throwing them into Harmony’s face as he fights to get to his feet.~
Jones: Mason has taken this match out into the crowd and is destroying Harmony. That type of element 100% works in Mason’s favor.
Hood: That’s why he’s doing it. Isolate the opponent in unfamiliar territory, then take advantage and do major damage. This isn’t Mason’s first trip around the block.
~Mason scoops Harmony up into his arms and slams him hard onto the concrete floor. He taunts the crowd a little further before picking Harmony back up. He hooks him and goes for an exploder suplex… RIGHT INTO THE GUARDRAIL!!! The railing snaps in half, creating an entry point back to the ringside area, where Fluff has actually started counting for Mason to get the match back in the ring. Mason just laughs, picking Harmony up by his ring gear and tossing him effortlessly back into the ring. He slides under the bottom rope and makes the cover.~
1!
2!!
3!! NO!!!
Jones: Harmony got the shoulder up!
Hood: Why? What an idiot! Just stay down before something really bad happens to you!
~Mason doesn’t even seem displeased that Harmony kicked out as if he was hoping he would so he could dish out more punishment. He notices the scrape on Harmony’s head and goes to work, driving his knuckle into it until it begins to pour. He lifts Harmony up onto his shoulders, but Harmony is able to wiggle free and drop to the mat behind Mason. He elevates, hitting a drop kick to the back of Mason’s head. Mason lunges forward, bouncing off the ropes chest first. As he stumbles backwards Harmony drops down, sweeping both of Mason’s legs with his, sending Mason to the mat back first, the back of his head smacking hard. Harmony tries to move forward to capitalize but stumbles backwards, wincing in pain as he grabs at his back.~
Jones: Harmony is beginning to show small signs of life, but the damage Mason did to him on the outside might be too much for him to overcome.
Hood: His back is basically shattered after the offense of Mike Mason.
~Harmony wipes blood from his eyes and moves toward Mason, who is now back to his feet. Harmony smashes Mason with a forearm to the chin. Mason reels, then fires back with a forearm of his own. Harmony staggers, then the two continue the exchange, each time Mason getting the slight upper hand. As Harmony’s legs wobble, Mason pushes him forward and bounces him off the ropes. Harmony ducks a leap frog from Mason. He stops, grabs Mason’s ankle and flips him onto his chest. Harmony holds onto the ankle and grapevines Mason’s leg.~
Jones: Harmon Egan grabs an ankle lock out of nowhere! He’s got it gravepined in!
Hood: It was a smart move by Harmony. It takes Mason off of his feet and if he can’t get the submission here, it at least sets up for his calf slicer later.
~Mason is in a tremendous amount of pain as Harmony wrenches the ankle lock. He pushes himself up with his incredible upper body strength and begins pulling both he and Harmony to the ropes. He manages to reach out and grab the bottom rope. Fluff tells Harmony to release the hold, which he does after the five count is complete. Mason immediately reaches for his ankle while Harmony stands to his feet. He looks around at the crowd and sees the excitement and encouragement they have toward him. He points out into the audience causing even more of a reaction. Mason attempts to pull himself up by the ropes, but Harmony quickly sweeps his leg, sending him once again crashing to the mat. Harmony tugs at his injured ankle, pulling him toward the center of the ring, but Mason grabs the ropes and won’t let go. Harmony doesn’t have the strength to pull Mason off, so he just drops down and grabs another ankle lock while Mason holds onto the rope for dear life! Fluff tries to get Harmony to release the hold, but he wrenches it in further even past the five count. Fluff is about to call for the disqualification when Mason rolls over and in desperation kicks Harmony in the gut with his free leg. Harmony releases the hold as Mason rolls out of the ring once again, this time dropping to the ground as he grabs his ankle in clear pain.~
Jones: Egan might have shattered Mike Mason’s ankle there.
Hood: It’s ridiculous! He should have been disqualified! You can’t lock in a submission while an opponent has hold of the ropes AND refuse to let go when the referee tells you. What the hell is Fluff thinking?
Jones: Referees tend to give wrestlers far more leeway than they should most of the time, although I do think Fluff was very close to calling for the bell there had Mason not been able to kick Harmony away.
~Harmony’s in the ring, holding his back with one hand and once again wiping blood out of his eyes with the other. Mason finally starts moving, trying to get to his feet and put weight on the clearly injured ankle. Harmony fights through the pain and runs toward Mason. He leaps through the middle rope like he’s been shot out of a shotgun, but Mason is able to catch him and slam his back into the ring apron once again! Mason rolls Harmony into the ring, then follows, still barely putting any weight on his right ankle. He brings Harmony to his feet and tries to scoop him up. His ankle wobbles under the weight, and Harmony is able to wrap his legs around Mason’s head for a hurricanrana attempt. Mason blocks it, but Harmony is able to swing his weight in the other direction, reaching around Mason’s back and grabbing his arm while his legs remain firmly wrapped around Mason’s head!~
Jones: That’s the Black Widow submission!!!
Hood: He calls it (Hood speaks with a perfect Italian accent) “Teatro Grottesco”.
Jones: Woah! Where did that come from?
Hood: I know things.
~Mason immediately drops to his knee to relieve pressure from his ankle, all while Harmony continues to pull back on Mason’s arm. Mason yells out in pain as Fluff asks him if he wants to give up. The end appears to be close, but in a last ditch effort Mason stands back to his feet, and falls backwards, crushing Harmony under his weight with the modified version of a back drop! Both men roll away from each other, Harmony fully focused on his back which has taken a severe beating all evening while Mason once again tries to attend to his ankle, while also feeling the effects of the “Teatro Grottesco” across his shoulder and neck.~
Jones: This match has been back and forth. Both men have laid it all on the line. They’ve thrown their best punches and absorbed the best from their opponents. I don’t know what either of them have left in the tank, or what they’d even have to do to gain the victory here tonight.
Hood: It’s been an absolute old school, grind it out slugfest. Mason’s power game versus Harmony’s submission strong style. I think Mason’s ankle is shot, but the damage to Egan’s back might be too much to overcome.
~Fluff begins counting as both men are still down on the mat.~
1! 2! 3!
~Mason gets to his knees by grabbing onto the middle rope, still shaking the cob webs loose and trying to work through the pain in his shoulder. Harmony is just now beginning to stir.~
4! 5! 6!
~Harmony gets to the corner and wraps both arms around the middle turnbuckle, pulling himself up to his knees with every ounce of energy left. Mason has now made it to one foot, shaking the injured ankle.~
7! 8!
~Harmony is to his feet, Mason puts enough weight on his ankle to be fully standing, and Fluff waves off the count. Mason limps across the ring toward Harmony, who fights through the pain and rushes Mason as well. Mason lowers his head and uses his brute strength to hoist Harmony up and over with a high back body drop! But Harmony lands on his feet! Mason turns as Harmony has to pause, the landing sending shockwaves through his injured lower back. Mason lunges forward with a clothesline, but Harmony ducks, and crawls up his arm attempting another Teatro Grottesco. Mason wisely stumbles backwards toward the corner, smashing Harmony between his body weight and the turnbuckle pad.~
Jones: That was a close one for Mike Mason. I don’t think his shoulder could have handled that submission move again.
Hood: Not to mention his ankle. His ability to lift Egan is going to be severely impaired after those ankle locks.
~Mason turns, putting next to no weight on his injured ankle. He begins leveling forearm shots to Harmony in the corner, once again focusing on the cut on his forehead, busting through the clot and causing it to leak once again. He hooks Harmony by the arm and throws him out into the middle of the ring with a hip toss. Harmony lands hard on the small of his back and immediately pops to his butt, holding his back in pain. Mason rushes forward, hooks Harmony underneath his arms with a full nelson and in one fluid motion lifts him off the mat and connects with a dragon suplex. He holds on for the pin.~
1!
2!
3!!!
NO!!!
Hood: WHAT THE HELL!?!!?
~Harmony somehow manages to turn his body enough for his left shoulder to lose contact with the mat. Mason miraculously is able to keep hold of the full nelson. He rolls his body over so he is up onto his knees, the full nelson still locked in to perfection. Harmony is fighting with everything in him to get out of the hold as the fans begin to get loud and stand to their feet cheering him on.~
Jones: What a match! What an unbelievable showing from both of these competitors! The crowd is showing their support for Egan, and rightfully so.
Hood: That’s fine, but it’s all for nothing. He may have barely gotten that shoulder up, but he’s not getting out of Mason’s full nelson.
~Mason senses Harmony’s adrenaline kicking in, so he gets to his feet and pulls Harmony with him. He attempts another dragon suplex, but this time his ankle buckles. Harmony brings his knee over his head and connects with Mason’s face. Mason breaks the Full Nelson and staggers backwards, but Harmony falls to the mat back first as Mason lets go. Harmony again screams out in pain. Mason limps forward toward him once again, only for Harmony to grab him in a small package out of desperation!~
1!
2!
3!!!
~Mason thrusts his arms forward, essentially tossing Harmony’s body off of him before Fluff’s hand hits the mat. Harmony manages to land on his feet, and hones in on Mason’s injured ankle with a series of stomps to the ankle and calf area. Mason grabs his ankle and rolls to the middle of the ring in pain. Harmony grabs Mason’s ankle out of the air with Mason on his back and begins twisting it with all of his might. Mason screams out and begins smacking the mat in pain. He pushes himself up with both arms and tries to use his leverage to spin Harmony over, but the pain seems to be too much. His only defense is to kick at Harmony, which he does, landing a significant blow just under his groin area. Harmony lets go of the ankle to attempt to block the kick. Mason rolls over and lunges forward, clipping Harmony’s left leg sending him face first into the mat. With both men down, the crowd once again comes alive.~
Jones: How much longer can this go on? Something’s gotta give!
Hood: Something’s about to Jones, and it’s Harmony’s back!
~Both men push themselves up off the mat, both physically and emotionally drained. Harmony runs toward Mason who ducks his clothesline. As Harmony turns around, Mason lifts him high into the air by the neck, looking for the Simply Marvelous (Sky High)! As he turns, his ankle once again buckles and Harmony is able to use his body momentum to lunge forward with a reverse bulldog. The back of Mason’s head bounces off the mat! Harmony rolls off, reaching for Mason’s leg. He turns him over and wraps his legs around the lower leg of Mason. Once secure, he wrenches back on Mason’s injured foot with a calf slicer submission!~
Jones: Harmony has “Mundi Comedentis” locked in! And Mason’s smack dab in the middle of the ring!
Hood: This doesn’t look good for Mason.
~Harmony applies all the pressure he can to Mason’s lower leg. Mason roars in pain, trying everything he can to get free of the hold. Mason pushes up with all his strength, lifting Harmony off the mat, but the pressure is just too much and he falls back to the mat. Harmony sinks the hold in deeper, this time twisting at the injured ankle. Fluff asks Mason if he wants to give up but Mason continues to refuse. The crowd is going crazy. Mason furiously shakes his head, pounding the mat in pain, but it’s just too much to handle. Mason TAPS!!! Fluff calls for the bell!~
DING DING DING
Belvedere: Here is your winner… HARMON “HARMONY” EGAN!!!!!
Jones: Oh my! What a match! What an ending!
Hood: This was without question one of the better Massacre matches we’ve seen in a while. Harmony has been good since he debuted, but he really kicked it into another gear here. Mike Mason is a bonafide superstar and Egan held his own and then some.
Jones: Mason is indeed one hell of an in-ring talent, even if his personality leaves little to be desired.
~Fluff raises Harmony’s hand in the ring, as he reaches for his lower back. Mason retreats to his corner where the medical team attempts to check on his ankle. He pushes them away and attends to it on his own. Harmony rolls out of the ring and smacks a few hands. He notices one fan holding a dry erase board and gets an idea. He grabs the board and a marker from the fan and writes the word “RELENTLESS” showing it to a seething Mike Mason who pulls himself to one foot by the ropes.~
Jones: How about that “Hard R” word, Hood? Harmony is referencing Mason’s promo against him from this past week.
Hood: After what I just witnessed here this evening, he’ll get no argument from me.
Jones: Folks, don’t go anywhere. We’ve got plenty more action left on the schedule as Massacre rolls on.
NO!!!!
~We cut back to the ring, where we find none other than Craze Champion, Crash Rodriguez, dressed in a gaudy multi-colored patchwork suit. It’s uglier than fuck, but god damn he really does pull it off. The crowd is filled with an amalgamation of cheers and boos. We even hear a stray death threat. The people around him begin to hurl their trash at him, but the man is unphased, being human garbage and all. Eventually security grabs the pathetic piece of trash and escorts him out of the building. Crash raises a microphone to his lips, but the crowd begins to fire back up, still split in opinion~
Crash: Normally this is when I'd say how great it is to be here, but I don't have the time to waste lying to you stupid canucks. This country fucking sucks, and now I understand why Easton is such a bitch now.
~The crowd fully turns on the rising star, showering him in insults and asshole chants. A few Canadians clutch their maple syrup close to their Gretzky sweaters~
Crash: Yeah? I'm an asshole? Fuck that! I'm not the bad guy. I know what the boys in the back think. I can tell by the way their eyes pick me apart like sickly buzzards. Their face says it, plain and simple. I didn't defend my title. I didn't beat Helena. I'm not a real champion.
~Crash runs his hands through his hair, as the crowd begins "shut the fuck up" chants~
Crash: Yeah? Why don't one of you moosefuckers come and make me? No? I didn't think so, so how about you sit down and know your goddamn place.
~The crowd erupts in anger, yet the Crooked Man continues~
Crash: You people act like I'm happy about that night, like I'm some rat scurrying away with a piece of cheese. But here's the kicker… I'M NOT FUCKING HAPPY! PTSD! You come out to the ring and make an absolute fucking mockery of me and my first defense. To my comrades in Paramount, you had no business being out there either. You people all saw me scratch and claw my way here for three years. You've seen how much this title means to me. Yet you all sullied it. Tainted it. Defecated all over it. Now that cloud hangs over my head. Not Helenas, not PTSD'd, not fucking Paramount's… MINE! And I'll be damned if I'll let anybody besmirch me… I'm Crash FUCKING Rodriguez. Son of La Colision. Craze… Champion… So Helena, the pair of you better buckle the fuck up and get your shit together, because I challenge you.
~The crowd rises to their feet and begins to lose their minds. A mountie rips off his shirt as his wife rubs maple syrup into his unkempt chest hairs~
Crash: I will meet you on September 30th. Main eventing with me at My Kids Are Expensive Wrestling Extravaganza for the Craze Championship. But not in just any match… An I Quit Barbed Wire Steel Cage match!
~The Crooked Man tosses the microphone out of the ring as he makes his leave and heads up the ramp~
~The scene cuts to a makeshift locker room where two unfamiliar faces stand in front of some 1980’s style gym lockers. The shorter of the two, an older man with crazy eyes, stands holding a microphone. The taller, a large specimen of a man stands flexing his muscular tanned physique. His hair is dyed white and styled in an old school crew cut. His face is painted in a weird orange and blue design. The shorter man begins to speak, his voice eerily reminiscent of Karl Childers from Slingblade, minus all the “mmmmhmmmms”.~
Lonnie: Good evening ladies and gentlemen. My name is Lonnie Smith, and I am here as the advocate to the greatest professional wrestler in the history of our sport. That’s not hyperbole. I don’t even know what that word means. It’s a bonafide fact. I’m here to help introduce him to the OCW faithful. He is a specimen of physicality. He is a fountain of charisma. He is everything you wished you were but never could become. His name… is “Throw Back” Steve Black!
~The larger man angles his body and slinks slightly to get closer to the microphone.~
Steve Black: Woooooooooo… Daddy!!! What a night, what a night! Steve Black’s got somethin’ to say daddy, so you best take some notes!
You’ve seen some glitz, you’ve seen some flash
~Steve turns and walks off screen while Lonnie holds the microphone. After a few seconds, Steve rushes back into the scene and stares directly into the camera.~
Steve Black: BABY!!!!!!!!!!!
~He stands next to Lonnie doing a bit of flexing as the camera fades out.~
But here comes “Throw Back” to make a big splash
I’ve wrestled all over, I’ve seen lots of stuff
Looking around at this roster, ain’t nothing but fluff
No talent, no substance, not even an ounce
OCW’s ripe for the picking, it’s time for Steve-O to pounce
I’m hip to be square like Molly Ringwald
Y’all just a bunch of geeks, like Anthony Michael Hall
I’m cool as the other side of the pillow, I’m sly like a fox
And soon everyone’s gonna know… that Steve… Black… ROCKS!!!
Claudius Augustus (7-6) vs. Diana Watts (1-0)
~The fans are ready! Belvedere is in the ring~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…
~K.Flay's 'The Muc' hits in the arena. Green strobe lights give the arena a mild headache as Diana Watts walks out from the curtain. She walks down to the ring high fiving the few fans who reach out and cheer her on. She slides into the ring and stretches her arms and rubs her knuckles together ready for the match to begin~
Belvedere: From Cleveland Ohio, standing 5’6 and weighing at 116lbs...Diana Watts!
Jones: Diana Watts fresh off her debut win over Dylan Thomas.
Hood: Now she tries to take down an emperor.
Jones: The wild and wacky landscape of OCW.
Belvedere: And, her opponent…
~The lights go out, and a booming chant in Latin fills the air. “Aut Caesar aut nihil, Hic abundant leones, Hic sunt leones, Alea iacta est!” After these words a rhythmic drum blares through the speakers. Out walks Claudius Augustus, self-proclaimed Caesar of the New Holy Roman Empire. He stops at the top of the ramp, holds his arm straight out with thumb to the side as sparks engulf him in an impressive pyro performance. The sparks are higher than he is tall, and he disappears into the bright light. As the sparks fade, he drops his arm and smiles a confident smile and continues his descent towards the ring. Halfway between the entrance and the ring Claudius stops once again, this time sneering at the crowd, the peasants being within arms reach clearly annoying him. As he approaches the ring, he takes off his shiny gold leaf crown, placing it down with grace on the stairs leading up to the ring. He then ascends the stairs and enters the ring, soaking in the boos that rain down onto him, with each one seemingly making his smile grow bigger~
Belvedere: From Rome, Italy...standing 6’2 and weighing in at 235lbs...Claudius Augustus!
Jones: Claudius has had a rough go of it lately. He’s looking to get on a winning streak.
Hood: Some are calling him JOBBER Augustus.
Jones: Well, I wouldn’t go that far. But, a win would be nice.
~The bell rings and Belvedere exits. Diana goes right after Claudius with some forearm shots, staggering the emperor. But, he lifts a quick knee into her gut before tossing her head first into the nearest corner. She slams into the middle buckle, shoulder first, remaining hunched over the buckle as Claudius stands over her, the fans booing~
Jones: Nasty impact.
Hood: That’s what Diana gets for putting her hands on an emperor.
Jones: Is he really an emperor?
Hood: Of course he is!
~Augustus grabs Diana by the waist and he pulls her out of the corner. He deadlifts her up and over with a German Suplex onto the mat! Diana lands on her head, hard. Claudius returns to his feet and he begins to stomp on Watts, keeping her grounded, asserting his dominance. The fans continue to boo Claudius~
Jones: This man loves to dominate over people. It’s a character trait of emperors.
Hood: You speak like you know from experience. Are you the new pig?
Jones: Never.
~Diana fights back to her feet, showing tremendous spirit. Claudius boots her in the gut and brings her in, flipping her over with a suplex. He then pulls Diana back off the mat and tosses her, roughly through the ropes, to the outside. Augustus hops through the ropes and heads after Diana with Scruff watching on from inside the ring~
Jones: C’mon, Scruff. Let’s not allow this thing to get out of hand.
Hood: Now, now. Claudius has ten seconds to get back in the ring. Nothing illegal has happened yet.
Jones: Yea but I think we all know where this is going.
~Claudius pulls Diana up and whips her into the guardrail. Her back hits hard. He rushes forward with a big boot, kicking Diana over the guard rail and into the crowd. The fans all back away. Claudius steps over the guardrail into the crowd and he pulls Diana up. He picks her up and presses her over his head, tossing her back over onto the floor at ringside. Her back thuds against the floor. Claudius returns to ringside. Scruff starts to count~
Jones: Told you.
Hood: Ah well, whatever.
~Augustus picks Diana up and hears Scruff yell five. Halfway to the ten. Claudius, not wanting to risk losing again, tosses Diana back in the ring and slides in behind her. He gets to his feet and reaches for Diana but she rolls him up! Scruff slides in~
1!
2!
KICK OUT!
Jones: Diana nearly steals this one out from under Claudius!
Hood: Keep that emperor head on a swivel, your grace! Liege! Whatever!
Jones: Never take your eye off the prize.
~Claudius hurries to his feet only to get met by a dropkick from Diana! He falls into a corner. Diana fires up and charges in with a big splash!! The fans go wild!! Diana hops onto the middle rope and begins punching Augustus in the face over and over...the fans count, reaching 9...but Claudius grabs onto her legs before she can hit the tenth punch and he goes for an inverted atomic drop. But Diana blocks it and lands on her feet, jumping up and cracking Claudius in the head with an enziguri! He drops to one knee~
Jones: Great move by Diana! She’s looking good!
Hood: Unfortunately.
~Diana hits the ropes...the fans fully behind her. She bounces off and dives at Claudius...but he stands up, catches her, jumps up and drops her with The Gladius (Jumping Piledriver)!!! Diana is out. Claudius makes the cover. Scruff slides in~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner...CLAUDIUS AUGUSTUS!!!!!
Jones: Claudius breaks the streak! Big win!
Hood: Finally!
Jones: Strong effort by Diana but she came up just short.
Hood: She’ll be fine.
~We cut to the office of Lord Allton and the leaders of the A-List Family are all sat around the office watching an episode of Bob’s Burgers~
Tina Belcher (via the TV): Your ass is grass, and I’m gonna mow it!
~The A-List Family laugh and Lord Allton switches off the TV~
Allton: ‘Bob’s Burgers’ might very well be the funniest animated show that I’ve seen in a while.
Dylan: Aside from Owlis and Alice on the O Network, right?
Allton: But of course dear boy. But of course.
~The A-List Family all turn to the camera and smile~
Dylan: I like that line though. I’ll have to use it some time.
Allton: Hey, question…
Lissandra: Shoot.
Allton: Do you guys think that I could pull off being a 13 year old girl for Halloween?
Dylan: Ha! You what?
Lissandra: What on Earth do you mean?
Allton: Well let’s -hypothetically- say that I wanted to be Tina Belcher for Halloween…?
Dylan: Umm…. **awkward silence** My match with Tearra Skye is coming up. Let’s go Lissie.
Lissandra: I don’t know. I’ve never seen you as a 13 year old girl. Hahaha
Allton: No, no. You’re right. You’re right. You two have a match to get to and I have to sort out this office before tomorrow. Look at this mess!! Is that…a ribeye steak bone?! Ugh… break a leg, my friend. Break a leg.
Dylan: Thanks Rob….
~Dylan and Lissandra then leave the office and shut the door~
Dylan: I love the guy but…. He’s losing the plot.
Lissandra: Ah, it’s just a bit of fun. Let’s go.
Dylan: Hey. Tearra Skye. Your ass is grass and I’m gonna mow it.
~Lissandra just shakes her head with a smile as the couple walk off~
Jones: It’s Dylan Thomas vs Tearra Skye, next!
Hood: Man, I love Dylan. But he should leave the catchphrase at home.
Jones: Yeah…
Dylan Thomas (18-9) vs. Tearra Skye (0-0)
~The fans are ready for some more in-ring action~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall!
~ ‘Give It Away’ starts to play throughout the arena with the lights flashing in a range of neon colours. ~
Belvedere: Introducing first…
~ Tearra Skye runs out from behind the curtain, large smile across her face as she pumps her fist in the air. ~
Belvedere: hailing from Pierrefonds, Québec weighing in at 135lbs… she is… TEARRA SKYE!!!!
~ Tearra sprints to the ring, jumps to the apron and flips over the top rope, thrusting her fists in the air as she rises up. ~
Jones: Tearra Skye making her in-ring debut!
Hood: A lot of hype surrounding this one!
Jones: Yep!
Belvedere: And, her opponent…
~The opening bars of 'Watch Me Shine' by Fozzy play over the PA system and fans in attendance begin to stand with a subtle 'DT' chant. After a few moments the curtain jerks and through it steps everyone's favourite Hollywood A-Listers arm in arm. Dylan and Lissandra share a kiss at the top of the ramp before nodding and waving to the chanting crowd, grins never leaving their faces.~
~They then make their way down the ramp high-fiving lucky nearby fans. A few Dylan Section members near the front row even get a few photos. Dylan walks Lissandra up the ring steps, hopping up onto the apron, afterwards. He holds open the ropes and she kisses him as she climbs through them. Dylan leaps up onto the nearest corner, raising his arms, still with a huge grin while Lissandra stays in the ring showing off her man and applauding. As the cheers begin to die down, Dylan helps Lissandra out of the ring, and then looks to the rampway doing a final warm up~
Belvedere: From Hollywood, California...standing 6’2 and weighing in at 225lbs...he is a former Craze and Savage Champion...he is Dylan Thomas!!!
~Belvedere exits and the bell sounds. Thomas and Skye lock up, and Thomas, being the larger and stronger veteran, quickly grabs a headlock on Skye. Skye attempts to counter by spinning out into a top wrist lock, but Thomas overpowers her back into a headlock. This time Skye steps on the back of Thomas's knee, shoving it down causing Thomas to drop to his knee. This positioning allows Skye to pop her head out of the headlock and into a hammer lock on Thomas. Thomas begins standing up and Skye quickly transitions into a headlock of her own as he does.
Thomas grabs Skye in a waist lock and flips her back over his shoulder, but Skye lands on her feet. Thomas spins around right into another headlock from Skye. Thomas agin grabs a waist lock and lifts Skye up, but this time she spins her body hard towards the mat and takes Thomas over in a headlock takeover. ~
Jones: Surprisingly the veteran Dylan Thomas is being out wrestled by the newcomer Terra Skye.
Hood: I'm not surprised, I've seen Dylan Thomas get out wrestled countless times.
~ Thomas rolls to his feet and shoots Skye off into the ropes. Skye comes back and Thomas goes for a backdrop, but Skye leap frogs him and keeps running. Thomas spins around and connects with a shoulder tackle to the charging Skye. Skye goes down and Thomas hits the ropes. Skye spins up and goes for a backdrop of her own, but Thomas stops on a dime and snatches a headlock on Skye. ~
Jones: There is the experience of Dylan Thomas.
Hood: I prefer the old Dylan Thomas, he would have just kicked her in the face.
~ Skye tries fighting out of the headlock, but Thomas keeps overpowering her. Finally, she stomps the foot of Thomas. Thomas releases the hold and grabs his foot. Skye delivers a hard kick to the stomach of Thomas and then hooks him for a DDT. Thomas lifts Skye up and throws her forward, but Skye lands on her feet. Thomas charges with a clothesline, but Skye ducks. Thomas spins around quickly and Skye is there to meet him with the Sober Livin' (hurricanrana pin combo). ~
1…
2…
Kickout.
Jones: Oh, Terra Skye almost pulled off a major upset there on Dylan Thomas.
Hood: That would have been a huge upset.
~ Thomas and Skye spin up to their feet and Skye quickly grabs a headlock on Thomas. Thomas immediately back flips her, but Skye lands on her feet. Thomas spins around and Skye goes for another hurricanrana, but Thomas catches her and reverses into a powerbomb. ~
Hood: Now that is how you manhandle a woman.
Jones: OR, it is experience coming into play.
~ Thomas is up to his feet as Skye is up to all fours. Thomas drops an elbow into the small of Skye's back dropping her to the mat. Thomas rolls to her legs and grabs her ankle and calf. Thomas pulls it high into the air and then drives it into the mat knee first. Skye rolls on the mat, clutching her knee. Thomas comes closer and Skye upkicks at Thomas. Thomas catches Skye's leg, spins it to the side, and drips an elbow across her knee. Thomas holds onto Skye's leg and grapevines it in his pulling down on her ankle and twisting her knee as he shoves the point of his elbow into her thigh. ~
Jones: Dylan Thomas is really working on the leg of Terra Skye.
Hood: It's like I always say, If she can't walk, she can't run away.
Jones: That sounds wildly inappropriate.
~ Skye sits up and grabs Thomas by the hair and pulls his head back. The Referee begins admonishing Skye, but she fires two hard crossfaces to Thomas that breaks the hold. Thomas rolls to his feet holding his nose as Skye tries to hobble up. Thomas shakes the cobwebs loose and grabs Skye's leg, lifting it up and goes for an inside trio. Skye hops over the trip attempt and as soon as she lands nails an Enziguri kick to Thomas's head.
Thomas falls to a knee as Skye gets to her feet. Skye dives and spins catching Thomas in a cutter from his knees. Skye rolls up and heads for the corner where she slowly climbs to the second rope as she favors her knee. Thomas starts pushing himself up to his feet as Skye leaps off the second rope. As Skye comes down Thomas side steps and catches Skye with an exploder suplex. ~
Jones: Dylan Thomas is such a cagey veteran.
Hood: Dylan Thomas can toss Terra Skye around, but I'd rather toss Lissandra around.
~ Thomas is up to his feet as Skye gets to a seated position. Thomas runs and jumps onto the shoulders of Skye, dropping all of his weight onto the back of her neck and shoulders. Thomas lands on his feet and bends over grabbing Skye's ankle and pulling it towards her head as she is still in a seated position. ~
Hood: What in the heck is that?
Jones: It's a stump puller, such a veteran move.
Hood: Looks like he is trying to make her pull a Lanny Poffo.
~ Skye screams in pain but refuses to give up. Thomas rolls back, holding onto the leg, pulling Skye onto her back for a pin.
1…
2…
Kickout.
~Both competitors roll to their feet and Thomas strikes first with a front kick, but Skye catches it and throws Thomas's foot to the side, spinning Thomas in a circle. Thomas spins back around to see Skye going for a kick of her own, and Thomas catches it. Skye instantly goes for another Enziguri, but this time Thomas ducks and Skye falls onto her face on the mat. Thomas still has Skye's foot, he pulls it up, steps over it, and goes right into an STO. ~
Hood: Oh I know that move.
Jones The stepover toehold.
~ Skye digs her hands into the mat and begins crawling towards the ropes, showing great tenaciousness as she pulls her and Thomas's weight. As Skye gets within arms length of the ropes Thomas stands up and pulls Skye back to the middle of the ring. Skye rolls over, puts her other leg up, and shoves Thomas back with both feet into the ropes. Thomas hits the ropes, bounces off and comes forward where Skye catches Thomas in an inside cradle. ~
1…
2…
Kickout.
Jones: Another close one for Terra Skye.
Hood: It would be so embarrassing for Dylan Thomas to lose to a move like that from a competitor like that.
~ Thomas is up to his feet as Skye gets to her knees. Thomas goes for a running knee but Skye springs from her knees, over Thomas's and rolls him up with a school boy, but Thomas rolls up to his feet as Skye gets to her knees. Thomas charges for another knee and this time Skye drops down to avoid it, but Thomas sees it coming and leaps up with a double footstomp to the back of Skye.
Skye rolls to her back and Thomas follows up with the Senton Leg Drop,Dylan stands at Skye's feet with her on her back and lifts up her legs. He pushes down on their legs and using this momentum jumps towards the head of the opponent landing on their head in a leg drop. Thomas rolls over for the pin. ~
1…
2…
Kickout.
Jones: I thought Dylan Thomas had it there.
Hood: If Dylan Thomas loses tonight maybe Lissandra will leave him for me.
Jones: I highly doubt it.
~ Thomas stands up again, grabs Skye's legs and begins hooking them for the Hollywood Cloverleaf. As Thomas tries to roll Skye over, she spins and tucks her upper body, taking Thomas over in a victory roll for a pin.
1…
Kickout.
~Thomas spins to his feet quickly as Skye gets to her knees. Thomas reaches for her head, but she springs forward landing a headbutt to Thomas's stomach doubling him over. Skye hops to her feet and his the Road to Methodone (Famouser). Skye nails the famouser, but when she follows up with a somersault leg drop, Thomas moves.
Skye is in a seated position as Thomas is up and hits the ropes charging back for a Meteora, but Skye catches his legs and rolls through right into a Boston crab on Thomas. ~
Jones: What a counter.
Hood: I thought this chick was a rookie?
Jones: She clearly knows a thing or two.
~ Thomas digs into the mat and presses himself up, and uses his legs to shove Skye forward. Skye does a forward roll up to her feet and spins back to charge at Thomas, but Thomas catches her in a standing fireman's.. Thomas begins to spin Skye, but she counters into a reverse DDT . Skye rolls up to her feet and as Thomas begins to get up she hits the Road to Methodone (famouser followed by a somersault leg drop), and this time gets all of it. ~
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3…
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner...TEARRA SKYE!!!!!
Jones: Huge win for Tearra Skye!
Hood: Damn! Dylan keeps taking on these rookie wrestlers and he keeps losing!
Jones: Only the second one...you make it sound like it’s an epidemic or something.
Hood: I’m just saying!
Jones: HUGE win for Tearra. She’s one to watch, for sure. Very, very talented.
Hood: No doubt.
~ Zybala checks his phone for the doorbell cam. He says "It's Welsh" before he gets up and goes into the house. He walks to the front door and opens it. We see Marcus Welsh standing there, looking confused and like he's been having a rough time. ~
Zybala: Marcus! Hey buddy. What are you doing here?
Welsh: I don't know. Life has been so hazy lately. Am I in Buffalo??
Zybala: Nope. You're still in Florida. You're at my Florida house/Outsiders Arena!
Welsh: Ah shit… not that thing. Outsiders sucks. Everything sucks. Greg left me. He kicked me out saying that I can't afford his lifestyle anymore. I don't even know how I got to this shifty place!
~ Zybala looks visibly hurt at this remark, but he lets it slide. He's more worried about his friend, who is starting to look like he did when OCW was out of business. Welsh barely seems cognizant. ~
Zybala: I'm sorry my friend. Is there anything I can do? Do you need a job??
Welsh: Of course not! Not here! Not ever.
Zybala: Easy, relax! Look, I gotta get back to The Yard, but you can hang in here for a bit, if you want…
Welsh: Well, I am waiting on my ride so, okay. Maybe I'll sit around for a bit.
Zybala: Okay buddy. Come on in.
~ Zybala leads Welsh into the house and in the living room. He helps Welsh onto the couch and slips a blanket on him. Zybala turns on the TV and Netflix and starts to play Bridgerton for Welsh to watch. Welsh smiles a tiny bit at the cultured show. Zybala goes into the kitchen pantry and gets a can of Spaghetti-Os. He opens it, grabs a fork and brings it to Welsh, who tears up a little at the gesture. Welsh begins to devour the treat as Zybala heads back outside. He sits next to Dean~
Bob Grenier (20-14) vs. Garry Nelson (5-6)
Belvedere: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first…
~The American Flag waves proudly, united, strong, just like the nation of which he represents. The Toronto fans don’t care much for this as the boos are deafening throughout the arena. Garry Ray-Ray Nelson emerges from the back, his majestic mustache on point, a few smears of motor oil on his face from having worked on the tractor just this morning. There are no days off for the farmer, after all.~
Belvedere: … from Nelson County, Kentucky… Garry “Ray-Ray” Nelson!!!
~Garry strides down to the ringside area, attempting to slap hands with all the children who want no part of it. Most of the adults hurl insults at him and cuss him out. Ever the patriot, he ensures that his American track suit doesn’t touch anything, even the ropes, as he makes it into the ring. He raises his hands, large and caked with dirt from working the fields, to the sky, and the corners explode in a fireworks display of red, white, and blue much to the dismay of the crowd.~
Jones: Garry “Ray-Ray” Nelson isn’t winning any of these Canadian fans over with the overt American patriotism tonight.
Hood: The fans in Canada are fickle, Jones. They love their craft beer, poutine, and free health care. Things Ray-Ray probably doesn’t understand.
Jones: Tact, self-awareness… you could make an entire Jeopardy category out of things Garry Nelson doesn’t understand.
~Garry waits in the ring doing exercises to loosen up. The crowd stands to their feet in anticipation of his opponent, a living legend in all of Ontario.~
Belvedere: And his opponent…
~They can’t wait or attempt to hold in their excitement. The roof almost caves in from the thunderous applause as “Where The Hood At?” by DMX begins to blast through the speakers.
Belvedere: … from TIMMONS, ONTARIO, CANADA!!!!!!!!!
~The pop is deafening and the electricity flowing throughout the arena.~
Belvedere: He is… “The King of Bong Style”... “The Sultan of Smoke”... “The Grand Wizard of Professional Wrestling”... OCW HALL OF FAMER… BOB GRENIER!!!!!!!!!
~Bob steps out onto the stage to the loudest ovation of the night. He’s all smiles as he soaks in the adulation from the Ontario faithful. Usually a little more reserved in his entrance, Bob fully embraces the audience as he makes sure to slap every hand that is held out as he heads to the ring. He’s loving every minute of the ovation that continues as he walks up the ring steps and enters the ring. Garry immediately rushes forward on the attack, but Bob pulls the top rope down, sending Garry tumbling over and out onto the floor, leading to an even larger eruption from the crowd.~
Jones: This may be the loudest crowd reaction I’ve heard in all my years in professional wrestling.
Hood: It’s hard to even hear you right now. This noise is deafening.
Jones: Bob Grenier is more over in Ontario than Garry Nelson is in his own mind.
~Puff wipes a little cocktail sauce from the side of his mouth and calls for the bell.~
DING DING DING
~Bob quickly mounts the turnbuckle just as Garry gets to his feet on the outside. Bob dives off, his body crushing Garry with a shooting star press!!! Bob quickly bounces to his feet and rolls Garry back into the ring. He thinks about a cover but knows it’s too soon, so he lifts Garry to his feet. The size differential between the two men is staggering. Bob chops high above his head, hitting Garry in the chest. Garry responds with one of his own, the downward motion and force smashing into Bob’s chest causing an echo throughout the arena. Bob falls backwards into the ropes and bounces off as Garry goes for another chop. Bob is able to duck under, spinning and leaping into the air with a discus elbow, connecting with the lower part of Garry’s chin. The crowd pops as Garry falls to his knees, grabbing his chin. Bob rears back and rushes forward, smashing Garry in the face with a bicycle kick. He makes a quick pin attempt but Puff is a little slow to the count.~
1!
2! Kickout!!
Jones: I don’t know if Ray-Ray would have been down for the count there, but Puff sure did take his time starting the count.
Hood: You saw the cocktail sauce on his face. He’s probably gassy from eating all the shrimp in catering.
Jones: …and he just got added to Sahara’s “soon-to-be fired” list.
~Bob looks at Puff and tells him to do better. This gives Garry the opportunity he needs as he reaches up and slaps Bob across the face. Bob reaches for his cheek as Garry smacks him across the other cheek, causing Bob to fall backwards. Garry gets to his feet, smiling as the crowd boos. He grabs Bob by the head and begins slapping him with both hands repeatedly. Bob is rattled as Garry steps back and runs forward with a roaring elbow! NO!! Bob moves out of the way! As Garry turns around Bob gets to his feet and kicks Garry right in the junk!~
Jones: THE HOTBOX!!! Bob’s signature kick to the balls!
Hood: Wrestlers are so weird. You really need a name for that move?
~The crowd cheers wildly as Garry folds over in pain. Bob stands him up, only to kick him again in the junk! Then again!! And AGAIN!!! Garry drops to his knees and onto his side, his eyes going crossed after the damage inflicted to his nether region. Bob grabs him by the hair and pulls him up into a front chancery position. He hooks his arms deep into Garry’s throat, whose face begins turning red quickly as the blood flow is cut off from his head. Bob uses this opportunity to drive his knee into Garry’s manhood two more times! After several seconds, Puff tries to get Bob to break the hold, noticing Garry is close to passing out. Bob relinquishes for a moment, then regrips the front chancery before using it to hoist Garry Nelson up onto his shoulders, an almost impossible feat for a normal person due to the size difference. Bob spins around with Garry on his shoulders for a moment, before crashing him straight to the mat with the Hollinger Park Hangman (muscle buster)!!! Bob makes the cover, hooking the far leg for extra leverage. The crowd counts along with Puff.~
1!
2!
3!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DING DING DING
Belvedere: Here is your winner… BOB GRENIER!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jones: Bob Grenier pulled it off! He defeated Garry Nelson right here in his home province of Ontario in front of the biggest “King of Bong Style” fans on the planet!
Hood: I’m not shocked that Bob won, but I am a little shocked at how easy it seemed to be. We’ve seen Garry Nelson put on some top quality performances in the past.
Jones: True, but we’ve also seen him lay an egg or two at times. His ring work has been inconsistent at best. As for tonight, you have to give Bob Grenier all the credit in the world. He was as amped as anyone to have this much crowd support behind him, and he used it to propel himself to victory.
~Bob celebrates in the ring with the crowd fully behind him. Medics run down to the ring to check on Garry, who is still very much in pain from the repeated kicks to his groin. They call for a stretcher and after some time, hoist Garry up into the air and carry him up the entrance ramp while he screams in pain. Bob stands in the ring, waving at Garry as he’s carried away with a big smile on his face.~
Jones: Garry Nelson appears to be severely injured from those groin kicks. We’ll try to get an update on his condition as soon as we can folks.
Hood: He’s probably not going to be making sweet love to Mrs. Nelson any time soon.
Jones: I wouldn’t think so.
~The camera fades backstage and you see the HOOT Queen herself looking at herself in a mirror. Alice Knight has a huge smile on her face. A pair of hands covers her eye and the smile gets even bigger as she knows it can only be one man. The man who holds a special place in her heart “The Distinguished” CJ O’Donnell. ~
Alice …
~ CJ removes his hands from over her eyes and she turns around and gives him a big hug. ~
I am so glad you overcame that huge pile of recycled shit at the Margarita Mix. You needed that win. Look at you glowing from ear to ear. That sexy smile has returned. You are your old self and I can not be any more happier. Wait …
~ CJ pauses for a moment. ~
You aren’t …
~ CJ points to Alice’s belly as he did say it himself that she is glowing. And we all know that pregnancy brings a certain glow out in a woman. ~
I think that is the bean burrito I ate for lunch not what you are thinking of my sweet CJ. Just a rumble in a tummy if you will. But YES!
~Alice spins around getting close to CJ’s face.~
I did kick the ass of that looney tunes adventure at Margarita Mix! And it felt good. It felt damn good to be the winner again. I won! Sucks you and John Strader Nash didn’t go on to win the finals. I thought it was yours baby. But shit happens, I guess.
It is what it is. John and I gave it our all inside that ring. It was great to get inside the head of a Strader. They have a bunch of history in this business. It opened my eyes to a few things. I noticed I have been neglecting you since you kind of came back so I got you a little something.
~ CJ reaches into his pocket and pulls out a black box. No it’s not a ring box or maybe it is. Alice is excited as she loves presents. CJ slowly opens the box and Alice's eyes light up like a kid on Christmas morning. ~
Do you like it?
~ Alice takes it out of the box and shows the viewing audience at home that it is an owl pendant on a silver chain. CJ smiles at Alice as she looks at the gift. ~
Oh my god. It’s beautiful! I will wear it around my waist and dangle in front of my…
It’s a pendant, Alice…
Yessss! Of course. I will wear it around my NECK! Yes! It’s so perfect, CJ! I love it! I didn’t get you anything though. Now I feel bad… wait. I can make you something out of a used gum and a napkin if you give me a second… ehhh…
Don’t feel bad. I have exactly what I want right in front of me. But we need to be on the same page. Paramount is a mess. A lot of tension in the group. It almost feels as if we are in a battle amongst ourselves. We are beating ourselves and PTSD is taking credit for it. We need to get on the same page or PTSD will make fools of us. We need to put on our thinking hats and figure out a way to get on the same page.
~ Alice looks around at her bags. Still in CJ's face. She kisses him on the nose and digs into her bags. ~
What are you looking for?
My thinking hat…
Alice… not literally…
No! You’re right! We don’t need a LITERAL thinking hat! Crash, Alexandra, Ed and you and I. We need to be on the right page. And that’s something we aren’t on.
~ CJ nods in agreement with Alice. ~
Honestly I don’t even think we are reading the same book. But next week that changes. We get to the bottom of the problem and fix it. If that means we upset some people. If that means people leave. If that means some fists and kicks get thrown around. Then so fookin’ be it. It needs to be done. I refuse to lose to PTSD anymore.
~ Alice smirks at CJ being dominant. She looks back into the mirror, sniffing her OWL pendant… a little too much. She makes eye contact with CJ in the mirror. ~
You’re right, babe. My king. We need a change… Paramount has been looked at as a second thought too many times. No more. I will back you with any move you want to make. If it’s to add another. To make an attack. We need to remind OCW and PTSD just who we are…
Oh yeah I almost forgot it has an inscription on the back of the pendant.
~ Alice turns it around and reads it aloud. ~
My HOOT Queen Always & Forever.
~ Alice smiles as she sniffs the pendant one more time and holds it towards her chest. ~
They know who we are. Right now we are down. They know they have to strike now to put doubt in us. But guess what, FOOK them. We are coming not for blood. We are gonna make a statement by any means necessary.
~ Alice bites CJ’s bottom lip as she quietly makes HOOT sounds. He smiles in return as they both look in the mirror at themselves. ~
We are the OCW’s Power Couple. It is time we start leading by example. Time to make people fear us. Time to think outside the box and have people holy shit they did not just do that.
Now that’s FOOK n HOOT! baby!
~ Camera fades out with CJ and Alice looking very confident in themselves. They seem to be on the same page but can they get Calaway, Houston and Rodriguez? Only time will tell what the future holds for Paramount. Will the foundation of OCW be shaken again? ~
CYPH3R (12-3) vs. Sahara (6-2)
~These fans are ready for tonight’s main event so let’s give it to them!~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the OCW TransAtlantic Championship! Introducing first, the challenger…
~An eerie voice pipes through the arena PA–
it seems strange that my life should end
~As the lights dim, fog slowly rolls over the stage as if emanating from a dark beyond. The random sounds of a radio tuning through various stations floats over the arena as bright white lights suddenly shine up from beneath the stage, bathing the entryway in an angelic glow. Slowly, white webbing begins to appear on the darkened tron as of a spider spinning it's web...~
ADRENALIZE ME
~As the hard-hitting beat of In This Moment’s ‘Adrenalize Me’ begins pumping through the arena, The White Widow, Sahara Duke emerges through the ghostly fog...~
COME A LITTLE BIT CLOSER
~As Sahara moves toward the center of the rampway, her rows of platinum braids shine from within the shadows. Clad in black and white attire, one of her boots is emblazoned with the word White, and the other Widow. Her jaw is clenched tight, and her face etched with a permanent scowl of condescension. She slowly turns her gaze toward the fans before locking eyes on the squared circle as webs continue to engulf the tron, spelling out the name... SAHARA~
I'M HERE FOR ONE DRUG
~As the music continues to tell her tangled tale, she charges toward the ring and jump slides through the bottom rope...Sahara finds her corner and hops up, sitting on the top rope with her leg wrapped around it~
Belvedere: From Chicago, Illinois...standing 5’10 and weighing in at 155lbs...Sahara!!!!
Jones: Sahara stole this opportunity back at Truth or Consequences when she abused her power to send Cass Baumer and Ricky Rodriguez to the back.
Hood: You think that’s shocking? The most shocking part of that entire situation was Cass showing up!
Jones: Cheap shot!
Belvedere: And, her opponent…
~"Fortune Days" by the Glitch Mob hits and the TransAtlantic Champion makes his way down the ramp. He hits the ring and stands, eyeing Sahara who is still perched on the top rope, staring back at him. CYPH3R slowly removes his belt and hands it over to Scruff~
Belvedere: From Adelaide, Australia...standing 5’9 and weighing in at 125lbs...he is the OCW TransAtlantic Champion...he is...The Superior Design...he is...CYPH3R!!!!
~Scruff hands the title over to Belvedere who exits. The bell rings~
Jones: Championship action underway!
Hood: CYPH3R has been unbeatable since April...but he’s never faced SAHARA
Jones: Well, I mean, yea, that’s not inaccurate. But he’s faced and defeated people who have actually EARNED this shot.
Hood: Dude, Sahara earned this. Stop pushing some bullshit narrative. She’s MAH QUEEN
Jones: You need to relax.
~Sahara hops off the top buckle. CYPH3R approaches. Sahara makes it very clear very fast that this won’t be a friendly affair, stifling CYPH3R with a slap across the face, sending the champion stumbling backward. He holds his face and turns to stare at Sahara but she’s all over him with a Thesz Press, taking the champ down. She mounts him and delivers forearms down into CYPH3R’s head as the champ tries to cover up~
Jones: CYPH3R didn’t see this coming.
Hood: Nope. These two were partners in the MIX. I guess he thought some of that might carry over.
Jones: Well, something carried over and it isn’t good for CYPH3R.
~Sahara wraps her hands around CYPH3R’s throat, choking him. Scruff starts to count but CYPH3R kicks Sahara in the ass, sending her tumbling forward. He hurries to his feet. She’s rushing to hers. CYPH3R throws a front kick at Sahara’s head but she catches it...the champ hops on one foot...he throws an enziguri, but Sahara catches his leg and she falls back with a sling shot, shooing CYPH3R into the corner. CYPH3R lands on the middle buckle. Sahara gets to her feet and the champ leaps off with an inverted cross body, taking Sahara down! The fans pop~
Jones: Nice move by CYPH3R. That’ll go a long way in subduing the challenger.
Hood: Maybe. She looks really aggressive tonight, though. She wants that gold.
Jones: I don’t think I’m breaking any news here when I say that Sahara likes shiny objects.
~CYPH3R tries to wrangle Sahara with a side headlock but she shoves him off and gets back to her feet. CYPH3R throws a side kick at Sahara’s midsection...she eats it and doubles over. CYPH3R hits the ropes, bounces off and he throws a knee at her head...but she stands upright, dodging the knee. CYPH3R staggers forward...Sahara hooks him from behind. He quickly snap mares her over. She lands on her ass...CYPH3R throws a side kick to the back of Sahara’s head. CRACK! She leans forward, arms limp, like she’s out. CYPH3R takes a moment to catch his breath~
Jones: Tremendous kick by the champion. He can change any match at any second with those legs and feet of his.
Hood: Dude’s like the karate kid...only instead of sweeping the leg he drops the virus.
Jones: Sure.
~The champion doesn’t waste too much time. He grabs Sahara by the hair, pulling her to her feet. He knees her in the gut and hooks her head, bringing her in close for a DDT. She punches him in the ribs, preventing CYPH3R from dropping her on her head. CYPH3R staggers back, losing his grip. Sahara stands upright and lunges forward with a lariat...but CYPH3R leans back with the matrix dodge...Sahara runs past him, coming to a halt in the ropes. She turns around and CYPH3R...still leaning back, looks at her. She dives at him with a double axe handle, hitting him in the face and knocking him down on his back! The fans cringe...the move looked painful. CYPH3R holds his face in pain, rolling around the mat~
Jones: CYPH3R held that matrix pose for just a little too long and he paid for it.
Hood: Sheesh. She smacked the shit out of him.
Jones: Again, she’s showing a lot of aggression tonight. She wants that title.
~Sahara crawls toward the champion and she once again starts choking him. Scruff counts...he gets to five and he wrestles the owner’s wife off of CYPH3R. She gets to her feet and scolds Scruff, finger in his face. He backs away, knowing his job could be in jeopardy. Sahara frowns with disgust and turns around...as she does, CYPH3R takes her down with a drop toe hold and he glides over, locking Sahara’s head in a side headlock~
Jones: Sahara’s aggression and attitude blinded her for a moment. She took her eye off of the prize.
Hood: I know Scruff is annoying but, c’mon. He means nothing. Stay focused on the champ.
Jones: Yep. You cannot give CYPH3R an inch.
~Sahara fights to her feet, CYPH3R holding onto the headlock. She shoves him into the ropes, he bounces off. Sahara leaps up for a leapfrog...but CYPH3R catches her. He spins around and drops her with a spinebuster!!! Sahara arches her back in pain. CYPH3R pops back to his feet and he stands over the challenger...he throws a swift kick into her arched back, sending her flipping onto her front. She looks up at the champion. He balances her chin on his foot before delivering a swift kick to the side of her face with his other foot...she flattens out, motionless on the mat~
Jones: Ouch. A very methodical and efficiently powerful kick.
Hood: Yea, right to the best face money can buy.
Jones: I wouldn’t speculate on any potential enhancements Mrs. Duke has acquired over the years, Hood.
Hood: Why not? She’s the real Superior Design, if you ask me.
~The Champion takes a walk, into a corner, watching the challenger. She starts to move, struggling. He keeps his patient, calculating gaze on her. She struggles to push up...she pushes up to her knees...her eyes glazed over. CYPH3R charges forward and he hits DOWNLOAD COMPLETE (Kinshasa)!!!! Sahara collapses to the mat!!! CYPH3R makes the cover! Scruff slides in~
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SHOULDER UP!
Jones: Sahara with the shoulder up! She’s still in this!
Hood: Yea, but she’s taking way too many kicks and knees to the head. This is classic CYPH3R. He’s wearing her down like he does all his opponents.
Jones: That’s why he’s undefeated since April, Hood. He knows exactly what he’s doing in there and he always, always dictates the pace and tone of the match.
~CYPH3R pops back to one knee. Sahara tries to roll away but he grabs onto her arm, preventing her from rolling under the ropes and onto the apron. He gets to his feet and drags her back to the center of the ring...Sahara, feeling her arm getting pulled and her shoulder prone to injury, gets to her feet and she yanks CYPH3R forward, taking him down with a short arm clothesline!!! CYPH3R hits the mat hard! Sahara drops to one knee next to him, holding her head~
Jones: Tremendous counter by Sahara!
Hood: CYPH3R looked to have taken control but she just took it right back.
Jones: Yep...but her head is bothering her. Those kicks and knees take their toll.
~She shakes the pain off, knowing now is not the time for weakness. She pulls CYPH3R off the mat and whips him into the nearest corner. He hits hard. Sahara charges in with a clothesline! She backs up...the champ staggers toward her, she grabs him and tosses him over with an Exploder Suplex!!! CYPH3R lands hard! Sahara hurries to her feet...CYPH3R gets to his and Sahara, showing tremendous agility and composure drops the champ on his head with a Float Over DDT!!! CYPH3R is down! She rolls him over and shoots the half for the pin, Scruff slides in~
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KICK OUT!
Jones: Nice flurry by Sahara...but it’s going to take more than that to keep CYPH3R down.
Hood: Yea but she’s giving him a taste of his own medicine, dropping him on his head.
Jones: That she is.
~Sahara is frustrated but she doesn’t let it deter her focus. Back on her feet, she pulls CYPH3R up. The champ is staggered...she leans into the ropes and shoots off for Widowmaker (Superman punch)!!! But CYPH3R blocks it by grabbing and hooking Sahara’s arm...he takes her from behind with a Full Nelson! Sahara throws a mule kick, trying to hit a low blow by CYPH3R blocks it. He picks Sahara up and he SLAMS her into the mat with a Full Nelson Slam!!! She holds the back of her head, curling up on the mat~
Jones: Big slam by the champion! Sahara tried to knock him out and he wasn’t having it.
Hood: Dude’s got a counter for everything. So smooth.
Jones: Can he be beat? I’m starting to think the man is unbeatable.
~CYPH3R leans into a corner to catch his breath. Sahara rolls onto all fours. CYPH3R sees an opportunity. He charges in and throws a knee at her head! But Sahara rolls out of the way. CYPH3R hits the ropes...but he wraps his arms around the top rope. Sahara pops to her feet. CYPH3R lunges at her with Boom, Headshot (Superkick)!!! But Sahara ducks and hits the ropes! CYPH3R spins around and SMACK!!! WIDOWMAKER!!! CYPH3R falls to the mat, stiff as a board. Sahara drops to one knee, holding her head. The crowd pops for the move~
Jones: Wow! Sahara hits Widowmaker out of nowhwere, I think she knocked him out!
Hood: She might have...but does she have the wherewithal to cover him?
Jones: I don’t know!
Jones: Sahara has gained control of this match, Hood!
Hood: We’re looking at the new TransAtlantic Champion, Jones! If you didn’t put money on it, you should have!
Jones: Hood, we need to cut backstage! I’m not sure what, but something is going down!
~The OCW Tron lights up. On the screen, the camera makes its way up the hallway. Referees, agents, and other backstage officials are laying all over the place.
Hood: What the hell happened!?
~Dozens of officials are laid out backstage as the camera rounds a corner just in time to see Cyrus Braddock chokeslamming another one just before the Checkers Position.
Jones: Cyrus Braddock!
Hood: Whose side is he on though!?
Jones: Majority owner Thaddeus Duke has made it known for two weeks that he’s been hunting down his bodyguard in connection with little Frankie’s kidnapping two weeks ago!
~Cyrus Braddock suddenly emerges from backstage and begins to head toward the ring slowly to a chorus of boos. In the ring, Sahara forces herself to pull her eyes off him and go for the cover on Cypher.
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Jones: Braddock!
Hood: He just yanked the referee out of the ring!
~The official is slow to get up, but goes to signal for the bell before taking a meat hook to his face from Cyrus Braddock. Cyrus looks down at his handy work while inside the ring, Sahara gets back to her feet. Absolutely livid, she approaches the ropes and spits a disgusting hocker into his face. Enraged, Cyrus starts to climb up on the apron…
Jones: The Nickelman!
Hood: It pays to have friends, Jones! With Thaddeus Duke not in the building tonight, Charlie Nickles vowed to have Sahara’s back and I’ll be god damned if he didn’t follow through!
~Charlie Nickles, looking unkempt and unshowered as usual, runs down the aisle and blasts Cyrus Braddock across his back with his 2x4. Cyrus falls to the floor, favoring his back. Charlie hits him again before the two start trading lefts and rights on the floor.
Jones: All hell has broken loose here in Toronto!
Hood: I’m not sure I believe what it is I’m seeing!
~Inside the ring, Sahara returns her attention to Cypher, only to catch his foot coming right for her. She quickly tries to adjust and counter, but he winds up nailing her in the side of her head, dropping her to the mat.
Jones: Boom, Headshot!
Hood: He didn’t get all of it, but he’s rearing back to the corner!
~The Toronto fans are on their feet as Cypher backpedals to the corner, begging for Sahara to get up. Sahara rolls to her stomach on the mat as she favors her head. Outside the ring, Cyrus Braddock and Charlie Nickels continue to fight tooth and nail all over ringside. Sahara gets to her hands and knees, before trying to go vertical. She stumbles, landing on her knees. Cypher bursts from the corner across the ring, intent on hitting her with the shining wizard.
Jones: Cutscene!
~LIGHTS OUT!
Hood: What the hell!?
~Just as Cypher is about to leave his feet for the kick, the ScotiaBank Arena falls into darkness. No emergency lighting. No ramp, no Tron, not dim lights up in the rafters. Nothing.
Jones: Ladies and gentlemen, we sincerely apologize but we seem to have a bit of a lighting issue here…
Hood: No shit, Jones, you really think so!?
Jones: Well, whatever it is we’re in complete darkness here on Massacre!
~Several long and excruciating moments go by causing the OCW faithful to grow restless. Soon though, a dim gold colored spotlight illuminates the very center of the ring. Cypher stands in it. He looks around him while trying and failing to make heads or tails out of anything.
~The Tron soon lights up. The screen is fuzzy at first before coming in plain as day. On the screen it reads: Two Weeks Ago - Boston, MA. Cypher stands motionless inside the dim gold lighting watching the screen. In the footage, Cyrus Braddock stands outside a locker room door, presumably standing guard. The footage fast forwards some until a hand reaches out of the locker room, handing Cyrus a bottle of water. Cyrus nods and the hand disappears back inside.
~Fast forwarding again, we see Cyrus taking several drinks from the bottle before the footage slows down. The big man Duke Bodyguard looks puzzled at the bottle of water for a few short seconds before he collapses to the ground, unconscious. This revelation elicits some “oooo’s” from the Toronto crowd.
~The footage continues on as ScotiaBank falls almost entirely silent. In the ring, Cypher looks emotionless as he watches on. Sneaking from around a corner and dressed in a hoodie, Easton Alexander appears on screen. Quickly, he makes his way up the hallway and steps over the unconscious Braddock. A few seconds later, the locker room door opens again and the same hand from earlier is handed an envelope by Easton. Seconds further, a bound, blindfolded and gagged Frankie Duke is handed over to Easton eliciting some “ahhhh’s” from Toronto.
Jones: I don’t like where this is going, Hood.
Hood: No.
~On the screen, Easton hurries off with little Frankie thrown over his shoulder. A second or two later, whomever was in the locker room emerges. Stepping over Cyrus Braddock, they make their way toward the camera with their head hanging down and covered with a hoodie. At the very last second, the hooded figure looks up, almost directly into the camera.
Jones: I can’t believe it, but maybe I should!
~The footage freezes with who is obviously Cypher, looking back at the world.
Hood: Cypher has not only betrayed two of his closest friends Jones, he betrayed an eleven year old boy that thought he was his friend. It doesn’t get any colder than that.
~Still standing in the dim gold spotlight, Toronto tells him what they think of him. Slowly, Cypher does a 360 within the light, listening to all of the hate being given to him. As he faces the Tron again, music strikes up.
in such a terrible place…
BEFORE WE BEGIN
LEMME TELL YOU HOW I WANT IT
AND EXACTLY WHAT I NEED
I'M ONLY HERE FOR ONE THING
SO COME ON AND TELL ME
CAN YOU FLY LIKE YOU'RE FREE?
Jones: The Rains of Castamere!
Hood: Those rains fall for Cypher here tonight in Toronto!
Jones: The Lion’s Justice is coming for Cypher!
~Cypher continues to stand in the center of the ring as the Tron shuts down. The ‘Rains’ continues to play over the sound system as another dim golden spotlight ignites. Standing in a corner is Cyrus Braddock.
Jones: Credit where it’s due, Cypher is about to get got and he’s standing there like a man!
Hood: The man belongs in prison, but I think the Boss likes his own version of justice far better!
~A second later, another gold spotlight lights up another corner. Enshrouded in its beam stands Charlie Nickels.
Jones: This… was a masterpiece set up from start to finish, Hood!
Hood: Cyrus Braddock was never being hunted down! He was in on it from the start!
~Behind Cypher, another spotlight shines on the third corner, illuminating the mother of the kidnapping victim, Sahara Duke.
Jones: And the Nickelman ran out here pretending to fend off Cyrus Braddock, keeping up the charade!
~Cypher turns around. He looks Sahara in the eye for just a moment before the fourth spotlight lights up the final corner, illuminating the Lionheart himself.
Hood: Cypher now finds himself right in the center of the Lion’s Den, Jones!
Jones: And they’re about to pounce!
~’Rains’ continues to play as Cypher looks across the ring to the corner Thad stands in. At once, all four assailants exit their corners with Cypher as their target. Punches and kicks are thrown at Cypher as he’s grounded quickly. Laying on the mat, he takes a gang style beating from the fearsome foursome.
Jones: Cypher! The reigning TransAtlantic Champion is currently the victim of a mugging by the majority owner and some of his friends!
Hood: And it couldn’t happen to a better guy!
~With the ringside area now shrouded in Thaddeus Duke’s gold “mood lighting,” the four take a step back. Filled with rage, Thad paces the ring in circles as he starts directing traffic. Cypher lays on the mat, blood pouring from his busted nose as Thad circles around him. Charlie and Cyrus exit the ring, but they’re not gone very long as they grab a few steel chairs from ringside. Charlie keeps one for himself as he hustles to his feet. He rushes toward Cypher and leaps, driving a chair, elbow drop combination on Cypher.
~Charlie gets back to his feet and Thad shoves him backwards. The Toronto crowd no longer knows what to think as Cypher starts trying to get to his hands and knees. Thad takes the chair Charlie used as behind him, Sahara sets up two facing each other and touching. Thad places his chair on the mat beneath Cypher’s face as backs up, gets a running start, leaps, and curb stomps Cypher face first into the chair.
Jones: I know what he did, Hood! But I can not condone this!
Hood: I don’t think anyone in that ring aside from Cypher, gives a damn what you think of this, Jones!
~Cyrus Braddock takes a step forward and grabs Cypher by his head. Cypher has no fight left in him after a grueling match with Sahara and a four on one mugging from Murder, Incorporated. Lifting Cypher off his feet, Cyrus sends him crashing through the set up chairs with a vicious powerbomb.
~Cypher lays sprawled out under a bent up chair and Thad tosses it away. He and Sahara each grab an ankle and start pulling him toward the corner. Thad drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring. Taken out by Braddock earlier, the official is back to his feet and is in Thad’s face. The majority owner mouths off to him for a few seconds before resuming the dissection of the TransAtlantic Champion.
Jones: Thad just told the official he wasn’t disqualifying anyone!
Hood: If this isn’t an example of why you don’t come after a mans kids, I don’t know what is!
~On the food, Thad and Sahara pull Cypher crotch first into the ringpost. It wakes him up immediately as he sits straight up with his chest against the turnbuckles. Nickels is there though to send a chair shot into his upper back and shoulders. Cypher lies back on the mat and Charlie smothers him with his ample body while Thad wraps his legs around the ring post, locking in a figure four.
~In no conceivable way is it possible for Cypher to fight back. He yells out in pain while Thad uses every bit of arm and core strength as he can muster in order to keep the ring post assisted figure four locked in. On the floor, with Cypher’s left knee bent and exposed, Sahara and Cyrus Braddock take turns beating the hell out of it with a chair. Inside the ring, Charlie now has his 2x4 pressed down against Cypher’s windpipe.
Jones: They’re not just trying to exact revenge here, Hood! They’re literally trying to end the mans career!
Hood: Well Jones, you fuck with a lion, be prepared to get mauled!
~At long last, Thaddeus Duke releases the figure four and Nickels stops quite literally choking the life out of him. Sahara and Braddock dismiss their destroyed chairs and Sahara heads back into the ring, followed shortly by Thaddeus. In the ring, Nickels drags the near lifeless Cypher out of the corner and lifts him to his feet. Barely conscious, Cypher is puddy. Kicking the remaining chair near the center of the ring, Charlie hooks Cypher’s arms.
Jones: Devil Hook Drop!
~Cypher is planted head first on the chair as Braddock forces the official into the ring. Sahara covers Cypher, but the referee refuses. The crowd, still in shock at what’s transpired here tonight, doesn’t know whether to cheer or boo but nevertheless, Thad summons a microphone from Belvedere.
THADDEUS: I don’t care if you like what you’ve witnessed…
Jones: Good on that referee for standing up for what’s right!
Hood: The boss is speaking, Jones! Shut the fuck up!
THADDEUS: You will count a pinfall here tonight or you WILL suffer the same fate as Cypher. Do I make myself absolutely fucking clear to you?
~Sahara has abandoned the pinfall as she stands in unity beside her husband. The referee finally agrees to make a three count, but as Thad and Sahara return their attention to Cypher, the man is on his hands and knees, somehow willing himself back to his feet. Three of the four start to advance toward him but Thad calls them all off.
THADDEUS: The TransAtlantic Champion arises!
Hood: Rest in peace, Walder Frey!
~Cypher gets vertical, but it doesn’t last.
~SMACK!
Hood: Heat Seeker baby!
~Thad drops him immediately with the superkick. Sahara reels toward the corner and Cyrus hurries to stand in front of her with his back to the corner and the challenger. Sahar climbs to the top, then onto Braddock’s shoulders. He uses his hands to help her steady herself. She leaps…
Jones: Venom Drop!
~She lands the coup de gras double foot stomp with perfection.
Hood: Sahara with the cover!
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3!!!!!!!
Belvedere: The winner of this match… AND NEWWWWW TransAtlantic Champion! SAHARA!
Hood: We have a new champion!
Jones: …
Hood: You can mourn for that piece of shit later, Jones! The White Widow is a champion!
~Reluctantly, the referee takes the championship from the time keeper. He goes to hand it to Sahara, but Thad rips it from his hands before face shoving him to the mat.
~Jones says nothing, Hood meanwhile, stands from his seat at ringside gleefully applauding.
Hood: What a sweet man! Look at him!
~In the ring, Thad bends to one knee, presenting his bride with her TransAtlantic title. She holds it in the air for several seconds before Thad again retrieves the microphone from Belvedere.
THADDEUS: My gift to you, Babydoll… and all these fuckin’ idiots unsure of whether or not they’re okay with kidnapping. My gift to all of you in the back that defended Easton, and one way or another defended Cypher for targeting Frankie because… I don’t know, I’m such a mean mean man or whatever it is you tell yourselves to help you sleep at night…
~Thad reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a slip of paper and hovers over the unconscious former champion.
THADDEUS: Tyler… I wish you nothing but the worst in your future endeavors…
~The slip of paper, which is pink, is shoved into Cypher’s mouth.
THADDEUS: You my former friend… are fired.
Jones: Unbelievable.
SAHARA: And if you ever think about coming around here again Tyler, just know that next time, we’re not gonna be this nice.
~The three men and the new TransAtlantic champion exit the ring. Husband and wife walk hand in hand up the aisle as ‘Adrenalize’ hits the sound system. The power couple is flanked on either side by Charlie Nickels and Cyrus Braddock.
Jones: Not only did they screw CYPH3R but they fired him! The best wrestler on the roster, in the opinion of many, has been erased from OCW!
Hood: You might say he’s been DELETED
Jones: This is a travesty! She didn’t earn that...he did! But now she’s the TransAtlantic Champion and CYPH3R is gone!
Hood: It’s not what you know, Jones. It’s who ya know.
Jones: And that disgusting Nickles is apparently with them, too.
Hood: They’re growing. PTSD and Paramount only THINK they have the power and the numbers. You just wait...Team THAD is going to make them regret ever attempting to buck the system.
Jones: This was certainly a power play of epic proportions...no doubt more are to come. Well fans, the post MIX era of OCW is underway! We have a new champion and more questions than answers, I believe. What will next week bring?
Hood: Awesomeness, no doubt.
Jones: Don’t miss out on next week’s Massacre as the action in OCW never stops! For Hood, I’m Jones saying goodnight everyone! Have a great week!