OCW Presents: Masters of Macabre
LIVE! Sunday, October 10th 2021
From Whitechapel in London, England

~The OCW logo flashes. It vanishes...a dark, creepy tone has taken over our television sets...or computer screens...or phones, whatever device you’re using to watch this. And, seriously, if you’re watching this shit on your phone then go be a fan of XWF or whatever. Nerd. The Masters of Macabre logo quietly appears...a wolf howls...some mist overtakes it as a full moon shines brightly above. The voice of an ominous narrator begins~

Narrator: Tonight…

~He’s instantly cut off. The scene freezes. We cut away to a LIVE shot of Marcus Welsh scanning the perimeter of the event. He’s got Cap Slock by his side~

Marcus Welsh: Captain, is everything in place?

Cap Slock: MAKING THE ROUNDS SIR

~Welsh folds his arms and eyes several royal looking guards, all standing at attention, keeping a sharp eye on any unwanted intruders~

Marcus Welsh: Good. Make sure they have detailed descriptions of every potential XWF invader...from Theo Pryce all the way down to that Penis guy.

Cap Slock: THAT WOULD BE DICK POWERS, SIR.

Marcus Welsh: Yea, that mother fucker.

~Cap Slock gets on his radio~

Cap Slock: LOCATION BLUE, LOCATION BLUE...COME IN!

~We cut to location ‘blue’. The Knife Man points his blade HITHER AND YON. The guards eye it suspiciously~

The Knife Man: This is Knife Man, over good sir.

Cap Slock: IS SECURITY AT ITS FULLEST IN YOUR AREA?

~The Knife Man tilts his head to the side. He turns, tilting it once more~

The Knife Man: Hold on, dear friend.

~The Knife Man SLASHES his deadly blade to the left, ordering a guard to take a few steps down...feeling there’s too big a gap between him and his other guards~

The Knife Man: Good to go over here, good captain.

~Welsh nods, hearing this information~

Cap Slock: LOCATION GREEN, LOCATION GREEN...COME IN!

~We cut to location ‘Green’. Sugar Valentine, former head of female talent, and current jobber to the stars is surveying the area~

Sugar Valentine: Yo, this is Sugar.

Cap Slock: SUGAR, MY GOOD MAN...IS SECURITY READY TO GO IN YOUR AREA?

Sugar Valentine: Security is top notch, Captain. But I’m sorry to report that the female talent in the area is subpar. Don’t think I’ll be bringing any of these ladies back to Key West with me.

Cap Slock: PAY NO MIND TO THE FAIRER SEX, MR. VALENTINE. TONIGHT IS ABOUT KEEPING THE INVADERS OUT, YOU HEAR ME?

Sugar Valentine: Yea, I hear ya.

~We cut back to Welsh~

Marcus Welsh: Should’ve assigned that post to AKB.

Cap Slock: LOCATION YELLOW, LOCATION YELLOW...COME IN!

~We cut to location yellow...it’s LEO. He’s walking with a limp, a designated limp...he eyes the guards as he passes them by~

Leo: This your boy Leo, waddup.

Cap Slock: NO LONGER INTERN LEO, IS SECURITY READY TO GO IN YOUR AREA?

Leo: Yea, it’s aight. We good. Say, can I be Location Pink instead of Location Yellow?

Cap Slock: WHY ON EARTH?

Leo: Because I’m all about snatchin that pink, ya know what I’m sayin?

Marcus Welsh: give me that!

~Welsh takes the walkie talkier from Captain Slock~

Marcus Welsh: Leo, for fuck’s sake. Act like a professional. If XWF slips by I’m blaming you, you got this?

Leo: Fine.

~Leo is like “What a dick.” He turns his walkie off. We focus back on Welsh and Cap Slock~

Cap Slock: IT APPEARS WE’RE SET TO GO. SECURITY IS TIGHTER THAN A MISER’S BANK ACCOUNT.

Marcus Welsh: Yea, I guess.

~Welsh eyes the security. He’s uneasy. It just doesn’t FEEL right. He starts to head in when a royal guard stops him~

Royal Guard: Sir...I’m a huge fan. Happy to work here. Would you mind giving me an autograph?

~Welsh eyes him like ‘what the fuck’~

Marcus Welsh: I thought you guys weren’t supposed to talk, move...barely breathe!

Royal Guard: Well, I mean…

~Welsh gets in his face~

Marcus Welsh: No, you can’t have my AUTOGRAPH. Do your fuckin job, you pale faced simpleton...you understand? If XWF gets in there...it’s YOUR fault.

~The Royal Guard straightens up and returns to his previously strict posture. Welsh marches past, entering into the event~

Cap Slock: OVER, ALL LOCATIONS. BOSS IS ON EDGE. DO NOT, I REPEAT, DO NOT LET YOUR GUARDS DOWN.

~We cut away to the promo for tonight’s event~

~We return from the promo to find Marcus Welsh standing inside the ring. The camera gets a brief glimpse of the setting. A ring in the middle of a side street...the street is cobbled. A barricade creating a ringside area and an aisle that feeds to the ring. The barricade has two openings...one into an alley and the other into a building...more accurately, a local hotel...housing some of tonight’s participants. Fans are everywhere! There isn’t much in the way of organization...they are standing around and on top of each other, leaning against the guardrail. Buildings line the streets...fans are hanging out of windows, on balconys, and atop roofs...it’s about as chaotic as you’d expect! They’ve been pounding the booze pretty hard, so the singing and chanting has already begun. Welsh speaks into the mic, clearing his voice. The fans go wild before calming down~

Marcus Welsh: Hello OCW fans on this side of the world! It’s great to be here in the UK!

~Massive ovation~

Marcus Welsh: We hope you’re all ready for what should be another historic OCW event! Now, I know you’re ready to get started...but, before we do...I’d like to introduce a very, very special guest.

~The crowd is intrigued~

Marcus Welsh: It gives me great pleasure to officially introduce to the OCW Universe the “inside man” if you will, and effective now is an official Consultant to OCW… One of the GOATS of Professional Wrestling… “CHRONIC” CHRIS PAGE!

~The London Chapter of the OCW Universe erupts as we see “Chronic” Chris Page emerge out of a Candle Shop with Miss Fury on his arm. They climb over a barricade to the street where the ring is set up. Marcus applauds Chris as he climbs up on the ring apron while Miss Fury makes her way up the steel steps to the apron~

~The gentleman that CCP is sits on the middle rope while pushing up the top rope for Miss Fury to step through the ropes first where she is followed by Page. Chris and Marcus exchange a handshake in the center of the ring. Marcus then hands Page the microphone as “Judas” dies down and a solid chant from the crowd is heard~

“THANK YOU PAGE! THANK YOU PAGE! THANK YOU PAGE!”

~Chris glances over at Fury with a smirk on his face as she claps along with the crowd’s chant~

Chris Page: ”I’m not totally sure why you’re thanking me because all I did was leave the doors open for OCW to show up at the biggest show of the Xtreme Wrestling Federation. The OCW roster is the ones that did all the real work.”

~There is a pause from Chris before he then states~

Chris Page: ”Why?”

~Chris casually asks as he lowers the microphone for a second before raising it back up~

Chris Page: ”Why would I stick to the XWF after CARRYING the goddamn company for two years? It’s not as complicated as you may think. When I saw Theo Pryce show up and stick his nose in OCW business, all the while playing the Retired card, it’s about as hypocritical as it gets if you ask me. Sure, he will run his mouth behind a keyboard, he will try and downgrade you and tell you that you aren’t worth it but yet when it comes to putting his money where his mouth is he is about as big of a chump as Thunder Knuckles!”

~We hear a loud pop from the crowd as Chris continues on.~

Chris Page: ”Tonight I stand before you all pleased to announce that I am OCW’s own personal consultant to take down the XWF once and for all!”

~Marcus applauds Chris Page as the crowd roars louder. Chris turns towards Miss Fury where they share a quick kiss on the lips before he turns back towards the camera~

Chris Page: ”Haters will always hate; but with their hate comes the cold hard fact that there’s not a goddamn person on this planet that knows how to crack the XWF roster better than I do. Theo Pryce, I’m talking to you right now. Any time you want to pretend you got a pair of nuts between those chicken legs of yours, and I dunno, man the fuck up all you got to do is put pen to paper brother; but you won’t do that, right? Instead, you’ll sit from a distance flapping your gums. While I might not wrestle for your company doesn’t mean I don’t know how to BEAT your company, and beating your company is the way that I will beat you.”

~“CCP! CCP! CCP! CCP!” starts to echo throughout the streets and from the rooftops. Chris lowers the microphone acknowledging the chant from the crowd before we see Marcus raise his one more time~

~Welsh takes the mic from Page~

Marcus Welsh: The odds are in our favor. This war is about to become a genocide.

~HUGE pop from the fans. Kinda weird that so many people are going wild over the term ‘genocide’ but...context. Context is key~

Marcus Welsh: We’ve got Chris Page who has been kind enough to hand over XWF’s playbook. We’ve got security at every conceivable entry point. And, most importantly...we’ve got a great show for you guys...so, sit tight because the in-ring action is about to begin!

~The fans chant ‘YES!’ Welsh drops the mic and pats Page on the back. Together, they exit the ring as we finally cut and focus on the announce team of Smith and Hood~

Smith: Hello again everyone and welcome to Masters of Macabre!

Hood: Man, I’m glad we were able to get into this thing.

Smith: Welsh has security ready to go...he is NOT going to make the same mistakes that Theo and XWF did at Relentless.

Hood: Love that guy!

Smith: But enough about XWF...tonight, we focus on what you’re all here to see...OCW. We’ve got six championship matches. We’ve got the return of a legitimate monster. We’ve got rumors of a legend in town for tonight’s event. So much at stake!

Hood: I predict we’ll see at least two titles change hands! Mark it down.

Smith: Well, considering two titles are currently vacant, that’s not much of a limb you’re going out on, Hood. But, tonight...it feels different. There’s a vibe in the air. It feels as though the winds of change are blowing through Whitechapel.

Hood: So you’re saying MORE than two titles are going to change hands?

Smith: It could happen...several great contenders looking to knock off current champions.

Hood: Well, I’m here for it.

Smith: It’s a night unlike any other...all month long, OCW wrestlers have been entertaining nightmarish scenarios. Tonight, it gets very, very real. So, let’s not waste any further time!

Hood: Now you’re talking!

~This Whitechapel crowd is buzzing with excitement. Full of MIRTH and CHILDLIKE WHIMSY...ya know, if a child had MURDEROUS WHIMSY. So, like Chucky, I guess. Whatever works. The sun hasn’t quite set yet...so we’re still gifted visibility via natural illumination. Belvedere stands in the ring, ready to put his golden vocal cords to work. Before he’s able...a giant projection of MARCUS WELSH hits the side of a building lining the narrow street where the event is taking place. The fans look up, staring at the ominous visage~

Marcus Welsh: Hello again, UK!

UK Fans: WOOO!

Marcus Welsh: I’d have stayed own there with you all, but...I couldn’t pass up an opportunity to hang with royalty.

~The crowd pops...until they see that Welsh is chilling with Harry and Meghan Markle. How did he get up there so fast? Ah, who cares. This draws a few boos. Do they even LIVE in the UK? Did he fly them in for the event? Probably. Couple of royal ass free loaders. Whatever.~

Marcus Welsh: Anyway. As the world’s greatest promoter, I understand the value in producing what’s been advertised. Which is the very reason I allowed the XWF signed personnel booked on this card to appear on tonight’s broadcast. However…

~A projection hits the building across from Welsh’s giant face. We see Dolly Waters...she’s down, badly beaten, unconscious. Standing over her is Ross Hanson...with a key to her locker room in his hand. He slings it against the wall, stomping on Dolly a few more times, for good measure. The fans gasp...some boo~

Marcus Welsh: Ross has been a loyal soldier for OCW. Even in the midst of unbeatable odds, Hanson stood tall and fought the good fight. So, I figured he deserved an opportunity to retaliate. Good job, Ross.

~We’re not sure if Hanson can hear Welsh. If so, he’s no selling the words. Instead, he focuses and putting his foot into the back of Dolly’s head~

Marcus Welsh: It appears Dolly’s night has come to an abrupt end. XWF is 0-1...ouch.

~Welsh chuckles. Another projection hits a building directly next to the one displaying Hanson’s beatdown. SO MANY PROJECTIONS. Zybala’s face haunts the audience~

Mike Zybala: Marcus!

Marcus Welsh: What the fuck...geezus, Mike. You should give everybody a fuckin warning the next time you blow your face up that size!

~Zybala isn’t going to legitimize that chide with a reply. Instead, he turns the camera downward...we see a trail of blood~

Hood: Ah man, someone’s on the rag! Smith: HOOD!

Mike Zybala: I’m wise to your games, Welsh. Toast is your handpicked competitor. So, I’m sure you gave him some mission to make sure, win or lose, that I fail tonight. So...I just went ahead and eliminated that problem.

~The trail of blood leads to a fallen TOAST. He’s face down...a puddle of blood under his head. His signature barbed wire dildo covered in blood, next to him. The crowd pops~

Marcus Welsh: Damnit! Mike, you son of a bitch! What gives you the right?

~Mike points to the projection next to him. Ross has stopped stomping on Dolly...he’s paying attention to what’s going on~

Mike Zybala: Don’t give me that...you just ordered Hanson to take Waters out.

~The Knife Man waves his giant blade past Mike and checks on Toast~

Marcus Welsh: Knifey! Is he...can he?

The Knife Man: I’m afraid he cannot compete….same as Miss Waters.

~Zybala laughs. Welsh looks like he’s about to have a stroke. Harry pats him on the back, but Welsh shakes him off, violently. Meghan rubs his shoulder...Welsh grabs her hand and thanks her, urging her to continue~

Marcus Welsh: You’ve fucked things up once again, Mike. CONGRATULATIONS. OCW’s biggest fuck up.

~Welsh’s eyes dart toward Ross. He makes a furtive motion. Ross steps out of frame~

Mike Zybala: Hey, you started all of this. I wanted to be friends.

~Welsh leans forward. Meghan quits massaging his arm, but he tells her to keep going. So, she does~

Marcus Welsh: Let me make something very clear, Mike. We will never, ever...ever…EVER be friends. Not in this life. Not in the next life. Not in some alternate universe. Not here. Not there. NOT ANYWHERE.

~Before Zybala can respond, he’s blasted from behind by Ross Hanson!!! Zybala strips over Toast, tumbling forward, his back hitting up against the wall of Toast’s tiny locker/bedroom. Ross runs forward kicking Zybala in the gut~

Marcus Welsh: Start the match! Scruff, get your ass in there! Let’s go! This match is falls count anywhere!

~The crowd releases a mixture of boos and cheers. Belvedere nods and motions toward the time keeper. The bell rings. Welsh’s projection fizzles out. The projection of an injured Dolly dissipates. We’re left with a projection of Ross Hanson assaulting Zybala inside Toast’s locker/bedroom~

Smith: This isn’t fair!

Hood: Zybala just took out one of OCW’s greatest assets...he eliminated TOAST

Smith: I wouldn’t call TOAST one of our greatest assets.

Hood: Well, you obviously hate breakfast, then.

~Scruff enters the room. He sees Toast, blood, and a dildo. He lets out a ‘whoa!’ and leaps to dodge all three items. Ross continues to lay heavy footed boots into Zybala’s midsection until Mike is gasping for air in between violent coughs. Scruff tries to check on him, but Ross pushes the ref away. He pulls Mike up and shoves him against the wall. Above a sink, right next to Mike, is a mirror cabinet...Ross grabs it and slings it open, smashing the mirror into Mike’s face!!! Zybala stumbles forward, dropping to his hands and knees, near Toast. He feels around his face for damage~

Smith: And this has already gotten out of control.

Hood: Man, these guys were fighting bread zombies and nuclear fallout. This is basically disney on ice.

Smith: It should still be taking place inside the ring.

Hood: Hey. Mike started all this. If he had just left Toast alone...we wouldn’t be here.

~Ross reaches for Mike’s hair...but Zybala grabs Toast’s dildo and uses it to slide at Hanson’s heel! Ross stumbles forward, toward the door, reaching for his achilles heel. Zybala stands, his face displaying a few cuts, but nothing too deep. He maintains a grip on the dildo and goes after Ross~

Smith: Zybala fighting back!

Hood: He went for Hanson’s heel...you know what that means…

Smith: That Mike is fighting fire with fire?

Hood: Uh, no. Do you see any fucking flames?

Smith: I didn’t mean it literally.

Hood: It MEANS...that Ross Hanson’s only weakness is his Achilles Heel. So, he’s basically a demigod.

Smith: Yea, right.

~Hanson limps out of the room, blood leaking from his sliced heel. Mike appears behind him, he stalks Ross from behind with the dildo. Hanson reaches the end of the hallway...he leans against the wall, lifting his heel up to look at it. The hallway feeds into main area...the entrance several feet away. Dolly Waters is seen being wheeled through the front, to the hospital. Cap Slock is standing near the front door, holding it open. He looks and spots Zybala with the dildo raised high, behind Ross...preparing to smash it into Hanson’s head. Cap Slock tries to whisper…but, I mean, he’s Cap Slock~

Cap Slock: HOLY GRANOLA

~Hanson spins around...just in time to kick Zybala in the knee!! Mike drops the dildo and staggers, holding his knee in pain. Ross refocuses, grabbing Mike and tossing him over the back of a couch…Zybala flips over and lands atop a stiff, wooden coffee table really tying this living area together. Hanson walks around the couch and pulls Mike off the coffee table. Mike snares a magazine and slaps Hanson in the face with it. Ross stumbles back, near a front window. Mike rolls the magazine up...it appears to be some sort of shitty interior decorating magazine. Mike smacks Ross in the face with it...he backhands Ross across the face with it. Hanson is dazed...it’s a pretty thick magazine~

Smith: First time a rolled up magazine has been used as a weapon.

Hood: Mike Zybala has turned into Jason Bourne!

Smith: That’s probably the nicest thing you’ve said about Mike.

Hood: Yes, and I feel super dirty about it.

~Zybala tosses the magazine over his head and he lunges forward with a SUPERKICK!!! Hanson flies through the window, crashing through the glass!! His body plummets down...luckily, a group of fans catch him, as though he’s crowd surfing. They hold him in the air. Zybala rushes forward, eager to survey the damage. He’s disappointed to find Hanson’s landing was pretty cushy~

Smith: The UK fans preventing Hanson from suffering severe injuries.

Hood: It’s confirmed. Ross Hanson is massively over in the UK.

Smith: That or they are relying on instinct.

~Mike grabs another magazine. This one is about some bullshit featuring the queen. He rolls it up and uses it to wipe away any sharp glass that could injure him SHOULD he decide to exit through the shattered window (which we all know he will). Cleared of all impalement, Zybala tosses the second magazine aside and hops into the freshly opened window. Hanson continues to crowd surf (unconsciously) as the fans are slowly moving him toward the barricaded aisle way. Zybala leaps off with a senton!!! The fans pop!! He comes crashing down on top of Hanson, right near the barricade!! The two men, along with the several UK fans holding Hanson up, all collapse to the ground! The fans go wild~

Smith: Zybala putting it all on the line!

Hood: He’s trying to murder everybody in the UK!

Smith: No he’s not!

~Mike motions for the fans to clear out. He drags a few of the ‘injured’ fans away. Hanson is down. Mike gets on top of Ross for a pin. Scruff rushes through the window and leaps off, looking for the fans to catch him...but they don’t. He hits with a rather dangerous THUD. Zybala looks over his shoulder and curses. He stands and yells, “GRUFF! C’mon!” As he looks around for OCW’s #2 ref...Welsh’s face appears once again, projected on the side of the building nearest Zybala~

Marcus Welsh: I may have rushed to judgment. Mike. Ross. Let’s go back to the original rules...pinfalls must take place inside the ring.

~Zybala grits his teeth and utters a number of very bad words...Welsh’s face slowly disappears into the brick exterior of the building~

Smith: Welsh continues to stack the deck against Zybala!

Hood: Look, the guy lost his temper earlier. Happens to all of us. He’s simply admitting he was wrong and being the bigger man by changing the match back to what it was always meant to be.

Smith: Yea, right. I wish our GM would step in and do something.

Hood: Would you? Have you SEEN his office?

~Zybala considers leaving Hanson behind and entering the ring...maybe winning by countout. But Scruff is in bad shape...so there’s no way that’ll happen. Instead, he grabs Hanson and tosses him over the barricade onto the cobble paved street leading to the ring. Mike hops over the barricade and he kicks Ross a few times, out of frustration~

Smith: Zybala is beyond frustrated...and, can anyone really blame him?

Hood: It’s nobody’s fault but his own that he can’t win a match that counts.

Smith: RUDE

Hood: Point out something, anything false about what I just said.

~Zybala starts to drag Hanson toward the ring. Ross shoves him off. Hanson reaches for the metal barricade, using it to struggle to his feet. Mike turns around. Ross rushes forward with a lariat...but Mike ducks! Hanson staggers forward, after missing...Mike reaches back, grabs Ross by the head and drops him with a neckbreaker onto the cobbled street!! Both men hit hard!! Hanson is motionless! Mike rolls around, holding the back of his head and neck in pain. The fans pop~

Smith: I think sometimes these guys forget they aren’t in the ring. Instincts kick in and…

Hood: Crippling pain follows.

Smith: Indeed

~Mike sits up, wincing. Pain gripping his brain. We see some fans trying to wake Scruff up. One of them...with super yellow and crooked teeth says, “Scruff, mate.” Scruff’s eyes shoot open. Back in the aisle….Mike gets to his feet, rotating his head. Hanson remains down. So, he grabs Ross by the arm and begins dragging him toward the ring. Reaching the ring, Zybala bends over and grabs Ross by the hair, using both hands. He pulls Hanson up...but Ross quickly sits out and hits Zybala with an inverted jawbreaker (facing Zybala instead of away). Mike stumbles back, hitting the steps...he drops to one knee, reaching for his neck in pain. Ross crawls away, pulling on the apron to get to his feet before rolling into the ring~

Smith: Ross fights back and manages to get into the ring first! Zybala’s neck appears to be in bad shape.

Hood: Ross is younger. Less wear and tear. That neckbreaker was a big mistake.

Smith: It appears as though it was.

~Mike shakes off the pain and hops onto the apron. He stands. Ross gets to his feet. Zybala tries to enter, but Ross runs forward with a knee into Mike’s ribs!! Zybala stumbles onto the apron, holding onto the top rope for leverage. Ross grabs Mike by the head and drops to the mat, raking his neck across the top rope!! Zybala flies off the apron and SLAMS into the barricade at ringside...it absorbs most of the fall which, in this case, is preferable to a straight splash on the cobbled street. Zybala curls up on the ground, holding his neck in pain. Fans lean over the barricade, shouting words of encouragement as they check in on one of their all time favorites~

Smith: One errant decision might have cost Zybala another shot at earning a ppv victory.

Hood: Classic Zybala. He’s 90% good...but that 10% that’s bad...it’s very, very bad.

Smith: He’s not out of it yet...not so long as Scruff is out of the picture.

Hood: Yea, that dude woke up...what’s he doing, drinking in a fucking pub or some shit?

~Hanson seems near fully recovered. He steps onto the apron and looks at his heel...it’s cut, but not too deep...nothing he can’t work through. He hops off the apron and goes after Mike, pulling him to his feet and shoving him against the apron. Ross delivers a vicious forearm uppercut!!! Mike’s neck is traumatized from the blow!!! His shoulders shrink...his arms freeze...crippling pain shoots through his body. Ross shows no remorse, snaring Mike by the arm and drilling him with a short arm clothesline!!! Mike’s body snaps back, onto the cobbled street lining the ring...the back of his head ‘thumping’ against the unyielding surface. He’s out. Hanson stands over him and looks around...trying to locate a ref~

Smith: Zybala might be finished, Hood. This might be it.

Hood: I fucking hope so. Get this stain off our show.

Smith: I can’t believe you say such things about Mike! He’s an integral part of the backbone that keeps OCW standing!

Hood: If he’s our backbone, then we have scoliosis. Get him OUTTA here.

~Ross pulls the dead weight of Zybala up and hooks him for what appears to be a suplex. However, he thinks twice, digging his feet into the unforgiving surface beneath them. So, he drags Zybala near the ring and tosses him inside, under the bottom rope. Ross walks up the steps, keeping an eye on Mike, who is on his side, remaining motionless. Hanson enters the ring and looks down at Zybala. Ross drops to a knee...he grabs Mike’s arm and wrenches it...he then hooks Mike’s head and applies a chinlock~

Smith: It’s the Buffalo Sleeper!

Hood: HOLY SHIT...he’s going to end Mike Zybala with a hold named after Mike’s hometown. FUCKIN LOVE IT

Smith: This would be salt in the wound. The ultimate insult to injury. C’mon, Mike!

Hood: There you go...trying to subdue the youth in OCW. Glass ceiling having mother fucker.

~Ross has it locked in tight. Zybala isn’t fighting. He appears to be OUT. Ross looks around, eager for a ref to hit the ring and give him the win he’s earned. The crowd pops...Scruff pulls himself over the barricade and stumbles toward the ring, holding his back in pain~

Smith: And here comes SCRUFF

Hood: Get your ass down there, ya fuckin bum. Give Ross his win!

Smith: Glad to see he can still walk after that horrible fall from earlier.

Hood: That makes one of us.

~Scruff hits the ring. He crawls toward Mike, taking a look at the OCW legend. Ross yells, “RING THE BELL!” Mike appears finished~

Smith: This doesn’t look good.

Hood: Ring the bell ya fuckin nitwit! Zybala just got put to sleep via THE BUFFALO SLEEPER. All hail John Allen or whatever.

Smith: Is he that american football star I hear so much about?

Hood: Just stop talking

~Hanson seems totally miffed as to why Scruff hasn’t ended the match. But Scruff knows Mike...he knows OCW vets. They don’t give up THAT easily. So, he grabs Mike’s free arm and raises it...it falls limply to the mat. He holds up one finger. He grabs Mike’s arm again...he drops it...again it lands, lifelessly against the mat. Ross is like, “Unnecessary but whatever...almost there.” Scruff grabs Mike’s hand a third time and lifts it up~

Smith: If it drops then this match is over!

Hood: You really think Scruff would have shown this type of courtesy to Hanson? Bullshit.

Smith: He KNOWS Mike. Mike has been through far worse than this and remained standing.

Hood: I still call bullshit.

~Scruff releases Mike’s hand. It falls. We seem to be going in slow motion. The arm drops. Scruff starts to turn toward the timekeeper. Ross tightens the chinlock and arm wrench as much as he can. The fans lean forward, mouths open, hearts pounding. The arm nears the mat...it’s about to hit the canvas when...Zybala springs to life!!! He pulls his arm up just before it hits the mat and raises it high in the air! The fans go wild~

Smith: Mike’s still in this!

Hood: Son of a BITCH

Smith: Let’s go!

~Zybala rips his other arm free! He’s fighting with the spirit of a thousand Bills! Ross seems powerless to keep Zybala down. Mike gets to his feet and he drills Ross in the gut with an elbow. He lays another one in...Hanson loses his hold and stumbles back. Mike rises up and glares at Ross...he lunges forward with a SUPERKICK!! But Ross ducks and takes off...he hits the ropes, he bounces off and gets SMACKED with a spinning heel kick!!! Hanson falters backward into a corner...it prevents him from hitting the mat. Mike runs in...he flies through the air and SMASHES Ross with a splash!! He hops onto the second rope and begins to hammer Hanson in the head with right hands. The crowd counts along~

Smith: Mike Zybala has been unleashed!

Hood: Gross

Smith: Get your mind out of the gutter!

~The fans yell out “NINE!” Zybala rears back for a tenth...but he pauses and jams a thumb into Hanson’s eye! The fans go wild! Mike remains on the second buckle...he jams his feet into Hanson’s midsection and falls back, tossing Ross over and into the center of the ring with a monkey flip! Hanson lands hard! He arches his back in pain. Zybala sits up, holding his neck a bit...it’s still bothering him...but he fights through it. He eyes Hanson...he’s got his leg ready for a SUPERKICK~

Smith: Mike’s got Ross measured...from near death to potential victory!

Hood: Classic Zybala. Either really good or super shitty...THERE IS NO IN BETWEEN

Smith: Did you just admit some of what Mike does is good?

Hood: Fack

~Ross reaches his feet, holding his back. Zybala rushes forward with a SUPERKICK!! But Ross ducks!! Mike’s momentum takes him into the ropes...he bounces off. Ross turns around...Zybala leaps up and wraps his legs around Hanson’s head for a hurricanrana!!! But Ross holds on and powerbombs Mike into the mat, sitting out and holding on for a pin!! Scruff slides in with the count~

1!

2!

NO!!!

Smith: Zybala kicks out!

Hood: Think the old man is too slow...doesn’t have what it takes?!

Smith: No. Not at all.

~Hanson hurries back to his feet. Zybala is on all fours...he reaches one knee. Ross delivers a front kick right into Mike’s face, further traumatizing his neck. Mike falls to his side, writhing on the mat, holding his neck in pain. Ross does not relent...he grabs Mike by his super thick hair (he’s NO ZyBALDa) and shoves him into a corner. Mike hits roughly...his neck snapping backward. Ross hoists him onto the middle buckle...he hurriedly climbs up there, grabs Zybala and lifts him up and over with a Super Northern Lights Suplex!!! Ross floats over for the cover...Scruff slides in~

1!

2!

3...NO!

Smith: Zybala kicks out again! He’s on the edge of defeat!

Hood: The Youth Movement is in full swing, Smith. Raven and Welsh are changing the look of this company and it begins with guys like Ross. C’mon, Ross! Let’s go! Almost there!

Smith: Hey, if he earns it, more power to him. But nothing should be given to anyone.

~Hanson slaps the mat, frustrated. Some of the fans get behind him...the youthful face of an uprising generation in OCW. It fills Ross with motivation. He pops back to his feet and leans against the ropes...he charges ahead looking for a splash...but Zybala gets his knees up!! Ross crashes onto Mike’s knees and rolls around, holding his midsection in pain. Zybala struggles to his feet~

Smith: Mike’s coming back!

Hood: JUST like some terrible disease in your asshole.

Smith: Too much information, Hood.

~Hanson makes it to a standing position...Zybala rushes forward for a SUPERKICK...but his neck tightens up and it causes his action to seize up. Ross leaps up and kicks Zybala in the face, knocking him to the mat! The fans are on their feet...anticipation that the end is near grows. Ross hits the ropes, he bounces off and leaps in the air with a Running Body Splash!! He hooks both legs...Scruff slides in~

1!

2!

3...NO!!

Smith: Another near fall!

Hood: Fuck! You’re almost there, Ross. Don’t give up!

Smith: Aww, Hood. That’s so nice that you’re cheering for the young man to cleanly win a pro wrestling match.

Hood: All you have to do is break his fucking neck! DO IT

Smith: Oh

~On his knees, Ross looks down at Zybala. The veteran instincts and will for survival extend well beyond anything the up and coming Hanson could have anticipated. He smacks Mike in the head with a right hand. Zybala winces, rolling to his side, holding his head and neck. Ross returns to his feet, taking a moment to shove frustration aside in favor of resilience~

Smith: Can Ross stay focused? We’ve often seen wrestlers lose sight of their goal in the face of adversity.

Hood: He’ll be just fine. Stop trying to play it up like Mike is some kinda mental mastermind. He’s pretty much dead in there.

Smith: He is in bad shape, I’ll say that.

~Hanson refocuses. He pulls Mike up and hoists him onto his shoulder~

Smith: Uh oh! Powerslam into Tree of Woe!

Hood: Yes!

~Ross backs up, he finds a corner...he charges forward...but Zybala slips free!! Ross runs into the corner, he halts just before impact. He turns around. Mike lunges forward with A SUPERKICK!!!! But Ross dodges the kick and hoists Mike up onto his shoulder!! He runs forward and SMASHES Mike into the corner, locking him into a Tree of Woe. Ross backs up, across the ring, preparing for a Cannonball Senton. Zybala hangs, lifelessly across the ring~

Smith: He’s one move away from securing victory!

Hood: Alright!

~Ross is about to take off when a hand reaches out and grabs him. Hanson turns around and sees LOU POHL! The manager for Crash Rodriguez is standing on the apron, holding Ross back. Scruff rushes in, still limping from his fall. Ross is like, “TAKE CARE OF THIS!” Scruff yanks Lou’s arm off of Ross and orders him to back away. Hanson, realizing time is of the essence, charges forward...as he does, Crash Rodriguez appears on the apron next to Zybala...he steps into the ring and CRUSHES Ross in the head with a steel chair!!! The metal on skull impact tears through the London sky. Ross collapses to the mat. Crash tosses the chair out of the ring. Lou grabs onto Scruff, keeping him from turning around. Crash yanks Zybala’s legs off the ropes and callously tosses his body on top of Ross before exiting. Lou drops off the apron and apologizes to Scruff. Scruff turns around and sees Zybala on top of Ross. The fans scream and yell, trying to right an obvious wrong...but Scruff has no idea what happened. Instead, he slides in and makes the count~

1!

2!

3!!!!

~The bell rings~

Belvedere: Here is your winner...and the man who will receive a Craze or TransAtlantic Title shot...MIKE ZYBALA!!!!!

Smith: NO!

Hood: Well, that fuckin sucks. Ya know, that Zybala won. But, turnabout is fairplay. Hanson attacked Crash at Under the Lights. You knew that was gonna come back to bite him.

Smith: But not cost him the match! Crash is messing with his career!

Hood: Hey, shit happens.

~With the match over and nothing left to hide, Crash and Lou hit the ring. Lou grabs Zybala and rolls him out of the ring. Crash goes to work on Ross, drilling precision punches into the sliced forehead of Hanson. Each punch produces a bit of blood spatter as the wound is opened wider and wider. Fans yell for justice. They implore somebody to help the youngster~

Smith: Ian? Thad? I know you guys aren’t exactly tight anymore...but c’mon, help this guy! He’s here because of YOU.

Hood: No love lost in this sport, Smith. Ross Hanson is yesterday’s news to those guys.

Smith: Makes me sick.

~Crash pauses his punches. Hanson’s face is soaked in blood. It continues to leak out of his ever increasing wound~

Smith: We need to stop that bleeding. We need help!

Hood: You think a diaper would help?

Smith: A diaper? What the heck are you talking about?

Hood: Inside reference. You don’t get it.

Smith: And I’m glad that I do not!

~Crash motions for Lou to grab the chair outside. Pohl slides out of the ring…

~ From the crowd, a man is seen jumping over the barricade between the ring and the fans. Immediately after jumping the barricade, he slides into the ring. He stands up and looks at the crowd and shrugs with a shit-eating grin. ~

Smith: HOOD! DO YOU KNOW WHO THAT IS?

Hood: Maybe…?

Smith: THAT’S GRAHAM CLAUSON! THAT’S A FORMER GFC TAG TEAM CHAMPION IN OUR RING!

Hood: Wasn’t he in the hospital last month?

~Crash is first to notice and approach Clauson as he slid into the ring, but Clauson immediately turns around and drills them with a stiff forearm to the face without skipping a beat! The crowd goes absolutely wild! ~

Hood: That IS Graham Clauson! What the hell’s he doing here?

Smith: Obviously, he’s here to help out his friend Ross Hanson!

~ Stumbling back from the shot, Crash is pursued by Graham further. Slamming knife-edged chops and backfist jabs, he backs them into the ropes. Graham sends Crash packing with an Irish Whip, but he does not let go and pulls them back in. Hoisting them up onto his shoulders, he then swings them over onto the apron. Left standing on the apron, Graham then jumps up onto the middle rope, using it to spring up before he slams a knee into the side of their face. Crash goes flying off the apron, slamming into the barricade! ~

Smith: Graham Clauson looks better than ever!

Hood: He looks pissed off, if you ask me.

~ Crash stumbles forward, holding his back. However, Graham is not done, bolting towards the opposite side of the ring. Rebounding off the ropes, Graham speeds forward until he’s near the ropes, leaping up and over the top rope!

Smith: Clauson’s gonna fly!

Hood: Move, Crash!!!

~ Letting gravity carry him, he swiftly is able to shift himself into a moonsault and lands directly onto Crash with a commanding thud! ~

Smith: Crash is down!

~ Graham, standing right back up, slides immediately back into the ring to check on a downed and bloody Ross. Graham stares down Crash from outside as Ross tries to get up to go after them. However, as Ross continues to bleed all over the place, Graham sees this and keeps him from exiting the ring. Graham seems to be more concerned with Ross’s well being than pursuing Crash who has been pulled away from Lou. Lou keeps telling him, “Not worth it, Crash. You’ve got your big match later this evening. C’mon, let’s get out of here. We’ll get them another day.” Crash points at Graham, fire in his eyes and revenge on his mind~

Smith: Graham Clauson has set this place on fire! We all thought he was gone...dead, even. But he’s alive and well...right here in OCW!

Hood: And he’s already made an enemy. Crash, obviously, does not take attacks lightly. No doubt he’s got a receipt coming for Mr. Clauson.

~A bloodied Ross tries to convince everyone he is "good as fuck, I had them by myself”. Graham shakes his head, simply replying “bullshit, neither of us can do this on our own anymore”. The argument ends here, however, and the duo are left standing in the ring.~

Smith: You gotta admire Hanson’s tenacity. Had it not been for Crash, I think he’d have won tonight.

Hood: Ah well, shit happens.

~Ross eyes Graham. Although his mouth won’t say it, it’s clear he’s thankful over the assist. Graham stands in the ring, chest heaving with excitement and adrenaline. Ross extends his hand, outside the ring. Belvedere hands him a towel and a microphone. Ross uses the towel for his face while handing the mic to Graham~

Smith: It’s been a rough few months for Graham Clauson...I think he’s got some things he needs to say.

Hood: Oh boy. Here we go.

~Graham brings the mic to his lips~

Graham Clauson: Did you miss me?

~The crowd goes wild as Clauson drops the mic. Ross pats him on the back as Clauson turns to him and helps his friend out of the ring~

Smith: Graham Clauson is here in OCW!

Hood: Good thing for Ross, too. He was down to, well, like negative one allies.

Smith: I know Graham has a lot on his mind and I’m sure we’ll hear it next week on Massacre.

Hood: Can’t wait!

~We cut to the exterior of the venue. Mike Zybala is high fiving some fans, shining from the glow of victory. He winces here and there, showing that his neck is still bothering him~

Mike Zybala: Yes! I did it!

Cheasy M: Congratulations, Mike!

Mike Zybala: Thanks, Cheasy.

Cheasy M: It only took...almost a year.

~Zybala wipes his sweaty hands dry and reaches for something in the dark~

Mike Zybala: Better late than never.

Cheasy M: That is true. So, who are you going to challenge...the Craze or TransAtlantic...HOLY SHIT

~Mike reveals a giant shotgun. He cocks it, making it ready to fire~

Cheasy M: Mike, man. I didn’t mean any offense.

Mike Zybala: Relax, Cheasy.

~Mike stares down the scope, weighing the gun, preparing to fire it...should the situation arise~

Mike Zybala: This isn’t for you. I’m all OCW, all the way. So I figured I’d bring this here shotgun and spend the rest of the evening patrolling for XWF people.

Cheasy M: You’re not going to shoot them, are you?

~Mike fires a shot into the sky. It works. The gun is very, very loaded~

Mike Zybala: No promises.

~Mike smiles and marches off, tossing the shotgun over his shoulder and whistling a catchy tune. We cut back to Smith and Hood~

Hood: For fuck’s sake. That dude is carrying a shotgun...IN PUBLIC.

Smith: He’s trying to help.

Hood: I thought his neck was all fucked up...was he FAKING IT?

Smith: The adrenaline from victory has likely dulled the pain.

Hood: Sounds like some mythical bullshit to me.

Smith: Alright fans...we’ve barely breached the surface of tonight’s in-ring action and, already, an ominous steel fortress has found its way around our beloved ring.

Hood: You say that like it’s a bad thing!

Smith: OCW’s 2021 resurgence began inside a giant steel structure. Tonight, steel returns as the only restraint capable of holding two legends destined for combat.

Hood: We should have a roof on this thing. WHY DON’T WE HAVE A ROOF?

Smith: I’m not the guy who makes those decisions, Hood. This mach was requested by Knox and agreed upon by Spade. These two legends joined OCW around the same time and have been on a collision course ever since. Tonight, one will take a giant leap up the OCW ladder while the other will be left asking, “What have I gotten myself into?”

Hood: I’m just glad Knox beat that greek prostitute. Would suck if this were his final match.

Smith: Indeed. It’s the first time Chris Spade has entered a ring in years...the UWF legend might have some rust to knock off, but his words are as sharp as ever.

Hood: He’s a legend for a reason.

Smith: It’s Chris Spade. It’s Matthew Knox. It’s inside a steel cage. And, it’s next!

~We cut to the ring. A steel cage, as promised, surrounds it. The cage is painted black to fit TONIGHT’S THEME. Belvedere stands inside. The fans are chanting “CAGE” because they are blood thirsty lunatics with tickets to a horror themed pro wrestling show in the middle of Ripper town~

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen...the following is a Legendary Challenge! Two legends are set to compete inside a steel cage for ultimate bragging rights and a potential title shot! In order to win, a competitor must be pinned or made to submit inside the steel cage OR a competitor may escape the cage for victory. Now, introducing first…

~"Broken, Beaten, and Scared" by Metallica hits! The fans begin to cheer. They all turn toward the ‘face’ building. OCW security opens the heavy, double doors and Chris Spade emerges with Vicky Stone at his side. The crowd goes wild. Spade looks the part of a decorated pro wrestling legend. He’s got aura. He’s got presence. Confidence is oozing from the UWF Hall of Famer. Plus, he’s got Vicky on his arm. The two make their way down the staircase and take an immediate right down the barricaded aisle, leading toward the ring~

Belvedere: From Hollywood, California...being accompanied to the ring by Vicky Stone...standing Six feet tall and weighing in at 230lbs...he is a UWF Hall of Famer...please welcome the returning legend...Chris Spade!!!

~Spade and Stone reach ringside. Stone gives Spade a kiss for good luck. Every british male in the audience is instantly jealous...even the ones who like dudes because, let’s face it, Vicky is hot as fuck. She parades her sexy ass to a safe side of the ring as Spade enters and shows off, extending his arms so the fans can take in his prestige. A ‘Spade’ chant comes to life~

Smith: There he is, in all his glory...the legendary Chris Spade!

Hood: Huh? Sorry. I was staring at Vicky’s dress. I know there’s been some argument as to who wears it better...Strader, Themis, fuckin Leo...but, for my money, nothing has ever fit anybody as amazingly as that dress fits Vicky Stone.

Smith: She is about as gorgeous as they come. Still not as attractive as Al…

Hood: DON’T YOU FUCKIN SAY IT

Smith: Alice Knight

Hood: I’m gonna throw up.

Belvedere: And, his opponent…

~"Hell Broke Luce" - Tom Waits hits! The fans stir. They turn, trying to locate Matthew Knox. Most have directed their hopefully functional eyes toward the face building...however, there is no movement. Finally, a spotlight finds an alleyway which leads into the same, barricaded aisle. From the shadows emerges the one, the only, Matthew Knox. The Pro Wrestling Valor Championship is around his waist. His head is lowered, he runs his fingers through his hair before turning down the aisle. He pauses. Slowly, he raises his head and turns his focus back toward the darkened ally from which he emerged...stepping out is OCW newcomer, Victoria Strader! This generates a strong pop from the fans~

Smith: It’s Victoria Strader! She’s going to accompany Knox to the ring!

Hood: Well, I mean, I guess that evens out Vicky’s presence.

Smith: It most certainly does. Spade has support and now Knox does, as well. Plus, it gives Vee some much needed experience on this type of stage as, I’m sure, we’ll be seeing her perform on PPV sooner rather than later.

~Knox looks down at Strader and smiles. She smiles back, unable to contain her excitement. Together, they make their way down the barricaded aisle, toward the ring~

Belvedere: From Baltimore, Maryland, being accompanied to the ring by Victoria Strader...standing 6’6 and weighing in at 244lbs...he is the current Pro Wrestling Valor Champion...he is Matthew ‘The Raven’ Knox!!!

~Knox reaches the cage. He hesitates at the steps. The fans go wild at the announcement of his name. He eyes Vicky through the black, chain linked fence, understanding she won’t be an issue. He looks down at Strader...she nods...it seems to give him whatever he needs to enter. He makes his way up the steps and through the ropes, passing Belvedere by and locating a corner. He climbs up and extends his arms, increasing the volume of the cheers. Strader cheers him on from outside, finding a spot opposite Vicky Stone~

Smith: It isn’t every day another promotion’s World Champion steps foot to compete inside an OCW ring.

Hood: I think people have kinda forgotten what a huge deal his signing was. Knox is gonna give us a nice refresher tonight.

Smith: Same can be said of Spade. These two made huge waves by selecting OCW.

Hood: And neither guy has any ties to XWF...IMAGINE THAT

Smith: Refreshing.

~Belvedere exits. Knox hops off the buckle and turns, locating Spade. The focus on Spade’s face gives us a glimpse into his legacy. Knox removes his PWV Championship and hands it to Scruff, who passes it to Belvedere before the cage door is shut. Scruff motions for the bell. It rings. The fans go wild~

Smith: And here we go! A UWF legend! The Pro Wrestling Valor Champion! Both men vying for OCW ascension!

Hood: Who ya got?

Smith: Knox is the more active competitor, currently. But never underestimate the abilities of a legend.

Hood: I’ve got Spade. If he can pull a woman like Vicky Stone, he sure as shit can beat a bird.

~Knox and Spade meet in the center of the ring. Knox towers over Spade...his six foot six frame proving to be one of the largest on the roster. Spade, at a respectable six feet looks up, refusing to back down. Knox tries to shove Spade back...feeling superior due to his towering height...but Spade smacks his arm away and bull rushes Knox, bullying him into a corner, driving three shoulders into his midsection. The crowd pops~

Smith: You’re not going to deride a legend and get away with it!

Hood: Knox is tall...but he doesn’t outweigh Spade by much.

Smith: Nope, which gives Spade more of a gravitational advantage.

Hood: Okay, we don’t need the word gravitational in our match commentary. Just say shit like he’s sturdy or well balanced.

~Knox smashes Spade in the back with a forearm...so, Spade drops to a knee and uppercuts Knox in the groin!! The big man is stifled, doubling over. Spade rises and delivers a measured right cross into the side of Matt’s head. He tumbles into the ropes, leaning over the middle rope with his head leaning against the metal cage. Spade rushes into the ropes, sensing opportunity. He bounces off...he charges forward and leaps ahead with a flying knee...but Knox moves!!! Spade’s knee slams into the cage!! He grimaces, reaching for his leg and limping around the ring, trying to shake the pain off. Knox pulls himself to a standing position in the corner~

Smith: Wow, Chris Spade went for it all early in this match.

Hood: Legends are opportunistic, Smith. You gotta be in combat.

Smith: Indeed.

~Spade sees Knox back up. He rushes forward, leaping up for a shining wizard...but Knox catches him!! He hoists him up for a powerbomb...Spade punches Knox in the face...Knox loses his balance...Spade leans back for a hurricanrana...but Knox holds on, refusing to go over...he pulls Chris back up into the powerbomb position...but Spade dives over Matt’s head, down his back, trying to pull him over with a Sunset Flip. Knox sits out. Spade sits up. Chris pops to his feet, Knox grimaces, reaching for his tailbone. Spade backs into a corner and runs forward with a knee to the back of Knox’s head...but Knox dodges it to the side. Spade stumbles forward. Matt pops to his feet. Spade spins around...Knox goes for a muay thai clench but Spade fights him off. The two men stand, staring each other down, eager to attack and counter...the fans pop~

Smith: Tremendous action! These two men came ready to compete!

Hood: Shit, that was fast. These fuckers can move.

Smith: Athletic and hyper intelligent. That’s what it takes to reach the top of the pro wrestling mountain.

~The two legends circle one another, resetting the course of this match. Knox looks for an opening to strike. Spade defends his position well. Matt fakes an elbow before throwing a spinning backfist. Spade catches his arm! Spade spins around and brings Knox over with a backslide...but The Raven slides through and over, onto his knees, reaching his feet. Spade pops up but, as he does, he’s caught in a muay thai clench! The crowd pops! Spade tries to break free, but can’t...the length and wiry strength of Knox is too much~

Smith: Knox has him in a clench!

Hood: Ah shit, here comes the pain.

Smith: Spade is in trouble!

~Spade backs himself into a corner, literally. Knox lifts some knees, trying to land a flush blow to the face. Spade does everything he can to prevent from getting his face broken. He tries to stomp on Knox’s feet, but it doesn’t work. He throws a few punches into Matt’s ribcage...but everytime he does, Knox lifts a treacherous knee that Spade is forced to defend. The sweat begins to form all over Spade’s body as the stress and strain become physically evident. Stone looks on, concerned. Knox throws another knee...it grazes the side of Spade’s head...Chris pushes Knox back as soon as he throws the knee, finding his base weakened. Spade then begins to walk up the buckles...reaching the middle buckle, finally standing over Knox. The Raven, realizing his clench is about broken, calls an audible...he grabs Spade by the head and jumps up, sending his face crashing down with an X-Factor!!! Spade’s face smashes into the mat!! He’s down! Knox sits up, wiping some sweat from his face as the clench struggle took its toll on him, as well~

Smith: Both men exerted quite a bit of energy in that clench. But, it was Knox who came out ahead.

Hood: Yea...Spade may be down. But he managed to avoid getting a knee cap to the face. A flush knee to the face while in a clench is a match ending blow.

Smith: Indeed. Especially from a man the size of Knox.

~Knox returns to his feet. He pulls Spade up and leans the wobbly UWF legend against the ropes. Knox delivers a scathing knife edged chop across Spade’s chest. Chris leans into Matt, who lifts a knee into Spade’s abdomen. Chris doubles over. Knox hooks Spade for a Double Arm DDT...but Spade shoves Knox away. Staggering back, Knox eyes Chris with more intensity. Spade, on one knee, is vulnerable. Knox charges in...but Spade pops to his feet...he leaps in the air and smacks Matt in the face with a dropkick!!! The Raven stumbles back, against the ropes, stunned. Spade hurries to his feet. Knox shakes off the dropkick and goes after Spade, only to get tossed over with an armdrag. Again, Knox fights to his feet...but he’s reeling, stumbling around. Spade, back on his feet...rushes forward, jumping up and wrapping his legs around Knox’s head...he spins Matt around and tosses him, head first into the black steel of the cage! Matt’s head hits hard!! The cage shakes!! He’s left, arms and head hanging over the middle rope...Spade is back on his feet, fired up. He hits the ropes, bounces off and leaps into the air, dropping all his weight across Knox’s back, jamming his neck and throat over the middle rope!! Knox remains draped over the middle rope, in bad shape~

Smith: Chris Spade has taken control!

Hood: Dude’s explosive. Doesn’t look like a guy who’s been inactive for years.

Smith: I’d dare say if you asked a new viewer which of the two was the more active competitor...at this stage, they might say Spade!

Hood: He came ready to fight, that’s for sure.

~Spade grabs Knox by the back of his head...he jams the face of Knox into the black cage and starts to rake it across. Knox, feeling the jagged metal digging into his flesh throws a desperate elbow back and into Spade’s lower abdomen, staggering the Hall of Famer. Chris doubles over. Knox quickly pushes himself away from the cage and to his feet. His scalp is sliced open, barely. Some blood appear. He wipes at it for a quick inspection before moving forward. He throws an uppercut thrust at Spade’s throat...but Spade spins free. Knox turns around. Spade throws a spinning heel kick...but Knox catches him and tosses him over his head and right into the side of the cage with a Release Capture Suplex!!! Spade’s body SLAMS into the side of the cage, rocking the structure, before falling to the apron in between the ropes and cage. Knox returns to his feet~

Smith: Wow! What impact...Knox just threw Spade with ease!

Hood: He might not be the thickest dude in the world, but Matt Knox has that wiry strength, as you said. Very cut. Very solid. Extremely strong.

Smith: Knox also showing that an in-ring legend can flip the momentum in a match just like that. He went from having his head sliced open to hurling Chris Spade into the cage.

Hood: Spade got wrecked!

~The Raven grabs Spade’s legs and drags him back into the center of the ring. He drops to one knee and begins pummeling Spade in the head with straight right hands...some of Knox’s blood drips onto the canvas, staining it for the rest of the evening. After a final punch, Knox, for good measure, rakes Spade across the face with his hand. Spade rolls around, kicking his legs, holding his face in pain. Returning to his feet, Knox eyes the cage before looking down at Spade. The crowd pops...they can sense something violent on the horizon. Matt grabs Spade’s legs, flipping him onto his back. He hooks him for a catapult...looking to sling shot him into the cage, front first. He falls backward...but Spade holds on and turns it into a Thesz Press!! The fans go wild!! Spade lands on top of Knox and unleashes a barrage of right and lefts into Knox’s already wounded forehead~

Smith: What a reversal by Chris Spade!

Hood: Shit...I haven’t seen that one before.

Smith: Same! That’s why he’s a legend!

~Spade spins himself up and off of Knox, snaring the black hair of the PWV Champion and ripping him to his feet. Spade points toward the steel cage wall. The fans cheer in approval. Vicky claps...unaware as to what’s coming. Spade runs forward and slings Knox forward, his face ramming into the side of the cage. Vicky yells and jumps back. Strader looks on from across the ring, arms folded, containing a smirk at Vicky’s reaction. The cage shakes from the impact. Knox staggers back, Spade catches him and drops him with a Russian Leg Sweep. He hovers over for the pin. Scruff slides in~

1!

2!

KICK OUT!

Smith: Close but not quite...it’s going to take more to keep Knox down.

Hood: Knox was eager to introduce Spade to the cage but, so far, Spade’s been doing all the introducing.

Smith: Yea, and that cut on Knox’s forehead has opened up some.

Hood: Well, no shit. He took a header into the cage. I just hope no blood got on Vicky’s dress.

~Knox rolls over after kicking out, more blood leaks from his increasing wound. We zoom in to get a good look at it, but before we’re able, Spade’s hand grabs Knox’s hair and yanks him up. He spins Knox around and leans in with a headbutt...the skull and skull impact is sickening. Knox stumbles into a corner, leaning forward, blood dripping to the mat. Spade holds his head, shaking the pain away. He rushes in and delivers a flying forearm into Matt’s head. He holds on and spins Knox around, shoving his face through the ropes and to the cage~

Smith: He’s looking to severely lacerate that cut. Knox may require some stitches by the time this one is over.

Hood: He smells blood...which is kinda dumb considering it’s starting to leak everywhere, but, hey, it’s a saying!

Smith: I get what you mean. Knox is wounded and Spade is moving in for the kill.

Hood: Too bad it isn’t the other way around...because, if so, I’d be first in line to console Vicky.

Smith: You’re like twice her age!

Hood: She doesn’t know that!

~Knox is once again wedged between the top and middle ropes. Spade sticks his head out over the top rope with his hands still holding onto Knox. Knox feels his face being pressed against the metal...he knows what’s next. He reaches up and grabs the back of Spade’s head and uses all his weight to pull down, pressing Spade’s throat against the top rope. Spade’s oxygen is cut off...he waves his hands, trying to get free, but Knox won’t let go. He’s got Spade locked in some kind of snapmare rope choke hold, pressuring the wind out of Spade’s lungs. Vicky yells for Spade to break free...his movements begin to slow. His lungs expand slower and slower...he’s losing consciousness~

Smith: What ring awareness by the Pro Wrestling Valor Champion! He’s choking the life out of Chris Spade!

Hood: Dude was like “Yea, women like this face of mine and I’m not gonna let you turn me into Supreme Machine.”

Smith: I’d be careful, mocking SuMa like that.

Hood: I’m just saying. The dude wears a mask for a reason.

~Knox finally snaps downward and lets go. Spade’s body tumbles backward, hitting the mat. He reaches for his throat, coughing...his red a suffocating shade of red. Knox pushes against the middle rope, leveraging back to a standing position. He shakes his head, tossing excess blood to the mat before wiping it from his eyes. Spade looks up, spotting the menacing, bloodied figure of Matt Knox towering over him. He tries to crab walk into a corner...but Knox rushes ahead and stomps Spade in the chest, knocking the wind from his lungs once again. Spade rolls to his side, eyes wide, gasping for air~

Smith: And now Matt Knox is in total control.

Hood: As if Spade wasn’t at a height disadvantage already...now he’s just lounging on the mat. C’mon, man! Get to your feet!

Smith: He can’t breathe, Hood!

Hood: Shit, don’t tell me he’s one of those asthma retar…

Smith: HEY, R WORD ALERT!

Hood: Ugh, I hate modern day society

~Knox pulls Spade up, refusing to give him the opportunity to regain his breath. He throws a knee strike into Spade’s ribcage. Spade grimaces, faltering into the ropes. Knox reaches out, locking in a clench for the second time...this one far easier to obtain than the first. Spade tries to walk around, stay moving, keep Knox from doing any damage, but that all ends with a knee into the lower chest, stifling the UWF legend. Knox then hoists another knee...it’s a direct hit! Right into Spade’s nose...Chris crumbles to the mat...he hits all fours before his arms give out and he plants face first atop the mat. Knox stands over him~

Smith: This might be it for Chris Spade.

Hood: Pin the man, Knox! The real Raven, a man named James, would have won this match already!

Smith: Stop trying to start stuff!

Hood: I’m merely giving my expert analysis

~Knox grabs Spade by the hair, forgoing a pin attempt. As he yanks Chris from the mat, we see blood spilling from what might be a broken nose. He hoists Spade onto his shoulders...he tosses him up and brings him down onto his knee with Into the Void (GTS)!!! A mist of blood shoots into the air as Spade’s head shoots back from impact...his body stumbles before going limp and falling into the corner nearest the door. His supper back slamming against the bottom buckle where his body resides, like a heap of trash. The fans cheer the image of Knox standing tall, blood covering his face, staring at what appears to be a defeated Chris Spade~

Smith: I think that just about does it for Chris Spade. Knox was too much.

Hood: Only question...does Knox pin him or exit the cage.

Smith: Either option works.

~Knox spots Vicky...she looks on, very concerned. We’re not sure what the reason is...but he decides to leave Spade alone and head for the door. Perhaps an act of kindness toward Vicky...who knows. He steps through the ropes with Spade lying against the bottom buckle. Knox motions for the door...Gruff (OCW’s #2 ref) grumbles about being forced to stand up...but he does and he opens the door for Knox~

Smith: An act of kindness from one legend to another. Great show.

Hood: Acts of kindness don’t go over well around here...rookie mistake, Knox!

Smith: How? He’s about to win. There’s nothing...oh my!

~Spade rolls over and punches Knox from behind in the balls!!! Knox leans into the cage, wincing, holding his groin. Spade pulls himself up...he stumbles around like a drunk person...but his focus manages to find itself. He moves ahead and grabs the door, ripping it away from Gruff and slinging it forward...it SLAMS into Knox’s head!!! Matt falls backward, onto the apron, in between the ropes and the cage. Spade lays a few stiff kicks into Knox’s head, keeping him down. After doing so...he looks at Vicky...she looks up at Spade, smiling and cheering. Spade then shoots a couple of blood snot rockets into the mat, clearing his breathing passage...Vicky frowns with disgust~

Hood: I fucking told ya!

Smith: Well, lesson learned, I guess.

Hood: And that’s why Spade is in a Hall of Fame...even if Knox thinks it’s a shitty one. He’s there because he has a killer instinct.

~Realizing how close he was to defeat in his first match back...Spade feels a sense of urgency. He pulls Knox out from the apron and back into the center of the ring. He pulls Knox to his feet and locks his head under his arm, hitting Knox in the head with a couple of right hands. He then runs forward for a bulldog...but Knox shoves Spade off! Chris flies through the air and manages to land on the cage, gripping the steel! The fans rise and pop. Spade begins to climb up the side of the cage. Knox, down to one knee, still reeling from Spade’s offense, looks up and sees Spade halfway up the cage. Strader yells out, “Matt!” Attempting to grab his attention. He lets out a ‘Shit!’ and rises, heading over to pull him down~

Smith: Spade’s climbing the cage!

Hood: Again, Knox with an assist. He’s just trying to give this one to Spade, isn’t he?

Smith: I wouldn’t say that! I think Spade is merely taking advantage of opportunities.

~Knox uses his six foot six frame to reach up and grab Spade’s leg...Chris stops and looks down. He takes his free leg and kicks Knox in the fact. Matt stumbles back. Spade continues to climb, getting his hands up on top of the cage. Knox shakes off the kick and heads for the side of the cage. Spade pulls himself up, on top of the cage where he takes a seat for a moment. Knox latches onto the cage and begins to climb...he moves scarily fast, given his range and athleticism. Spade looks down, shocked by how quickly he’s ascending. It hits Spade, he won’t be able to make it down...not without jumping. So, he stands...ready to kick Knox down. Knox reaches the top and tries to pull himself up...but Spade kicks at him, stomping on his feet, trying to send Knox back to the mat~

Smith: If Knox loses his grip, this is over!

Hood: Stomp away, Spade! That big, scary man gets up there...I don’t think it’ll end well for you.

Smith: Matt Knox is amazingly athletic.

~In a perilous position, Knox uses his reach to grab Spade’s leg and swipe it out from under him. Spade falls, getting crotched by the top of the cage! The fans grimace and gasp. Vicky covers her mouth...hope she wasn’t banking on kids. Knox pulls himself up, rising to his feet atop the cage...his height atop the cage is a spectacle. Camera bulbs flash in the darkening atmosphere...everyone looking to capture this image. He reaches down, grabbing Spade by the hair~

Smith: And now both men have reached the top of the cage...you don’t think?

Hood: Of course someone is going to fall...c’mon!

Smith: It should be noted if someone falls outside the ring...they will be declared the winner.

Hood: Yes, even if they are dead. Which is a hell of a way to go out, right? Die a winner.

Smith: I suppose.

~Knox pulls Spade to his feet...thankfully the OCW brass thought ahead and made the top edge of this cage big enough for two dudes to stand and fight. Knox hoists Spade onto his shoulders...fireman’s carry. Into the Void part 2 appears on the horizon. The crowd is on their feet, staring up at what’s about to happen...but Spade drills an elbow into Knox’s ear hole. Knox stumbles forward, Spade manages to carefully break free and drop to his feet behind Knox. He smacks Knox in the back with a couple of stiff forearms...Knox sways...teetering on the edge of falling outside the cage~

Smith: Spade doesn’t want that!

Hood: Knox is about to die a winner!

~Spade grabs onto Knox to prevent him from falling to victory. He spins him around and tries throwing him over and into the ring. But Knox elbows Spade. Spade fires back with a forearm to the head of Knox. Knox retaliates with a forearm smash of his own...the two men trade forearm blasts atop the cage to the fans delight...the cheers in Whitechapel increase with each impact...neither man backing down...neither man flinching...both men holding firm in the face of pain and adversity~

Smith: Two legends battling out with the backdrop of a Whitechapel sunset acting as ambiance. One legend will prevail...the other will fall!

Hood: Two warriors giving it their all! Fuckin right!

~Knox’s superior striking gains him the upper hand. Spade stumbles...he reels. We get a shot of Vicky looking on, highly concerned. Knox rears back for a superman punch...he lunges forward...but Spade ducks!!! Knox staggers ahead, nearly propelling himself off the side of the cage, down on top of Vicky. Instinct pulls him up. Spade is ready for a superkick...but he stops, realizing it’ll lead to his demise (and certain injury to Vicky). So, he reaches forward and grabs Knox, yanking him away from the edge. Knox shoves Spade off and temporarily paralyzes him with a Mongolian Chop!!! Spade is frozen. Knox throws a roundhouse kick...Spade ducks! Strader is caught staring up at the action, somewhat in awe of the spectacle of it all~

Smith: Spade ducked!

Hood: Knox is off balance!

~Knox stumbles...his balance is shifting toward the mat. Spade turns around. He waits...Knox manages to turn and face Spade. Spade throws a SUPERKICK...but Knox ducks!!! Spade, like Knox, nearly loses his balance, falling into the ring. He looks up, regaining his balance...as he does he gets BLASTED in the face with a Big Boot (Little drop of Poison)!!!! His body flies off the top of the cage and lands, HARD on the mat!!! Boards beneath the ring shatter...Spade’s body sinks into the mat. The fans chant “HOLY SHIT!” Vicky rips the door open and flies into the ring to check on Spade as Knox stands tall, looking down at the vicious scene~

Smith: Oh my gosh!! Spade might be seriously hurt! We need medical attention!

Hood: Knox stands tall...look at that dude...fucking menacing.

Smith: He’s sent a message loud and clear tonight, that’s for sure!

~His mission is done. Knox has defeated a legend. He climbs down the side of the cage and hops to the floor. Victoria greets him with a huge hug. The bell rings...Scruff hustles over and hands him his PWV Championship, while raising his hand~

Belvedere: Here is your winner...MATTHEW ‘THE RAVEN’ KNOX!!!!!

~Knox tosses his PWV Championship over his shoulder. The fans in Whitechapel give him a standing ovation...a “KNOX!” chant sounds out. He takes one final glimpse at Vicky Stone and a slew of OCW medics tending to Spade before turning around to exit. As he does, THE KNIFE MAN hustles by, waving his giant blade in the air, frantically...hurrying to help Spade. It’s OCW, so this doesn’t strike Knox as odd. Instead, he heads back down the aisle and down the alley he emerged, disappearing into the fresh London evening – victorious~

Smith: Matthew Knox showing us all why he is one of the best wrestlers in the business today.

Hood: No shit. Guy is big, athletic, focused...future main eventer, right there.

Smith: Indeed. I can’t wait to watch him continue to defend his championship in Pro Wrestling Valor. Knox isn’t done, however...he’s got a Main Event match up next week on Massacre against JC!

Hood: Jesus Christ is returning to compete in OCW?

Smith: NO! Not THAT JC, c’mon, Hood. The legendary JC...he’s going to appear on OCW television to face Matt Knox in a parking lot brawl.

Hood: Oh sweet, I love brawls on top of concrete and around cards.

Smith: But, until then, Knox can bask in the glow of victory as he faced and defeated a pro wrestling legend right here on Pay Per View.

Hood: Sucks for Spade, though.

Smith: Spade was game tonight, no doubt. Hopefully we’ll see more of him moving forward.

~We cut back to Mike Zybala. He’s signing some autographs for a few fans...before handing the autographs over, he eyes them, making sure they aren’t wearing any XWF gear. Once cleared, he hands the stuff over...they rush back toward the event. Mike leans against a building, rotating his neck...it’s clearly still bothering him~

Mike Zybala: Damn that Ross Hanson kid is tough.

~There’s a noise. Mike reaches for his Shotgun and points it...a figure emerges. It’s GREG~

Mike Zybala: Greg?

Greg: Hey, Mikey.

~Mike lowers his gun~

Mike Zybala: What are you doing out here?

Greg: Welsh wouldn’t give me any tickets.

~Mike doesn’t like hearing this~

Mike Zybala: That man has changed, Greg. I mean he’s always hated me...for whatever reason. But keeping you out of the event? That’s so rude. Here, stick with me...let’s hunt some XWF invaders and then, afterward, we’ll see if we can’t get our old Marcus back.

~Greg’s eyes light up as he joins Mike on his crusade~

Smith: And what a night it’s been, fans!

Hood: What a night? We’ve only had two matches!

Smith: And what a couple of matches they were!

Hood: Well, the fans certainly seem happy...the fuck are they cheering about down there?

Smith: Hmm, good question. Wait a minute...LOOK WHO IT IS

Hood: Oh fuck me

~We cut to the ring to see OWLIE the OWL flapping his wings and throwing his talons (?) into the air to keep the fans hot in between action. “OWLIE! OWLIE” the british fans chant...with their thick british accents. Owlie does a cartwheel before releasing a loud HOOT! The fans respond with “HOOOOOOT!” He flaps his wings some more~

Smith: Ahahah! What fun!

Hood: Fucking hate Owlie. Somebody give me a gun.

Smith: This isn’t Florida, Hood.

Hood: I fuckin miss MURICA

~The fans start to chant “ALICE! ALICE!” Owlie looks around, surprised...he stumbles back...he then flaps his wings and nods with approval. The loudest HOOT ever comes from his fowl lungs~

Smith: These fans want Alice...and why shouldn’t they? SHE’S THE BEST

~Hood sits up and reaches forward, looking like he’s about to push Smith~

Smith: Hood. Hood? HOOD?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING???

Hood: Oh, sorry, my bad. You had some bird shit on your sports coat. I was wiping it off. Fuckin Owlie.

Smith: You weren’t about to push me off the roof of this building, were you?

Hood: Never.

~Owlie exits the ring and starts to sign autographs for fans. They’re a little disappointed that there’s no ALICE...but she wasn’t promised. Just seeing Owlie gives them hope enough she will return. Owlie makes his way down the aisle and into the ‘face’ building~

Smith: So great to see Owlie. Hopefully this portends exciting things when it comes to the return of Alice Knight.

Hood: I’m going owl hunting tonight. I don’t give a fuck what the laws around here state.

Smith: YOU WILL DO NO SUCH THING

~For some reason our camera follows Owlie into the hotel being used as the backstage and housing area for the face wrestlers. Owlie, thinking he’s off camera, removes his head to reveal long, brown hair dropping down the back of the suit. The person in the suit takes a moment to catch their breath and get some air~

Smith: Hood...is that...IS THAT HER?

Hood: YOU SHOULD HAVE LET ME SHOOT THAT BIRD WHEN I HAD THE CHANCE

~The cameraman gasps. Owlie hears the gasp and shoots a quick glance through a mirror. We never see their face. They quickly toss the head back on and turn around, flapping their wings~

Cameraman: Owlie? Owlis? ALICE IS THAT YOU?

Owlie the Owl: HOOOOOOT!

~Owlie does some kinda wild twist and turn, flapping its wing and, in doing so, it ‘accidentally, smacks the camera out of the man’s hand. We’re given a view from ground level. A pair of expensive heels, filled with dainty feet, are pushed against each other and near the legs of a table. The sound of metal hitting glass indicates this person is eating~

Voice: The food over here is so bland.

Owlie the Owl: HOOT!

~Our view shakes. The camera is retrieved. The person eating is James Raven’s assistant INSANELY HOT FEMALE. She looks up at Owlie, who has produced a bottle of OWL THIS MUSTARD (Extra Chunky). The special brand of mustard created and produced by Alice Knight. Insanely Hot Female is desperate for flavor...so she takes it and douses her food in it~

IHF: Thank you, Owlie.

Owlie the Owl: HOOT!

~Owlie flaps its wings and marches toward the lobby before turning down a hallway toward its temporary living quarters. Insanely Hot Female takes a bite of her mustard covered food~

IHF: Interesting flavor.

~We cut back to Smith and Hood~

Smith: WAS THAT HER? WAS THAT HER?!

Hood: Yes, that was Insanely Hot Female and, yes...she’s INSANELY hot.

Smith: Not HER...you know who I’m referring to. Alice...was that our BELOVED, Alice?

Hood: Speak for your fuckin self. Probably was her...and she probably just killed Insanely Hot Female with her disgusting ass mustard...ya know why? Because Alice Knight RUINS EVERYTHING

Smith: Don’t corrupt this broadcast with your hate! Gosh...I hope it was her. Anyway, fans...we’ve reached the championship portion of our programming.

Hood: No shit?

Smith: We have. Some reshuffling has taken place so...kicking things off will be Bradley Carrington returning to singles action as he faces Dylan Thomas for the Vacant Craze Championships

~The crowd comes alive as “Watch Me Shine” by Fozzy hits the speakers~

Belvedere: ”The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the vacant CRAZE Championship; introducing first, about to make his way to the ring… He is DYLAN THOMAS!

~'Watch Me Shine' by Fozzy starts up and Dylan Thomas emerges through the curtain arm in arm with his wife Lissandra Thomas. Both have a huge air of arrogance about them. The arena is FILLED with boos at these two. Does it phase them? Not in the least. They make their way to the ring with huge smirks on their faces and Dylan helps Lissandra up onto the apron, holding the ring ropes open for her. She climbs through and kisses her man as she does so. In the ring, Dylan arrogantly shouts at the people whilst on the nearest corner and Lissandra stays in the ring showing off her man, applauding. As the music dies down, Dylan helps his wife out of the ring before eyeing the ramp and we're underway~

Belvedere: And his opponent…”

~Beast of Blacks “Cry Out For a Hero” hits the speakers~

Belvedere: ”About to make his way to the ring, he is BRADLEY CARRINGTON!”

~Bradley emerges out from the dark streets where he walks through the crowd and hops over the barricade entering the ringside area. He slides into the ring and awaits for the opening bell~

Hood: The Craze Championship once held by Peter Vaughn is up for grabs, and I for one cannot wait to see how this one plays out.

Smith: Both Carrington and Thomas can create some buzz by coming out on top.

~The opening bell sounds as both Bradley and Dylan stare across the ring from each other. They walk out towards the center of the ring where they lock up strong. Thomas uses his slight weight advantage to back Carrington up against the ropes where the referee calls for the clean break, and it’s given~

Smith: Thomas comes into this affair with a slight height and weight advantage which has just shown itself.”

Hood: But can he put the pieces together tonight? That’s going to be the question.

~Carrington walks back out to the center of the ring locking back up aggressively with Thomas. They jockey for position before Carrington latches on to a side headlock. He cranks on the head of Thomas before we see Dylan back Bradley up against the ropes before shooting him across the ring with an Irish Whip breaking the side headlock as Carrington bounces off the farside and runs over Thomas with a running shoulder block sending Dylan crashing down to the mat~

~Carrington bounces off the nearside, Thomas rolls over to his chest, Carrington leaps over Thomas where he bounces off the farside, Thomas pops back up to his feet where he catches Carrington with a boot to the midsection which doubles him over. Dylan racks Bradley across the back! Thomas spins Bradley around where he rakes him in the eyes drawing loud boos from the crowd. He starts opening up with a series of right hands backing Bradley up into a neutral corner where he starts choking him with both hands across the throat!~

~The referee lays the five count to Dylan who breaks at the four and backs away towards the center of the ring as the crowd boos him as the referee admonishes him in the process. Dylan blows past the referee charging towards Carrington who throws a reverse elbow to the jaw rocking Dylan back out towards the center of the ring. Bradley comes out from the corner latching on to a front waist lock where he delivers a belly-to-belly suplex! Carrington makes the cover hooking the near leg~

1!!

2!!

THR…

~Thomas kicks a shoulder up off the mat. Bradley gets to his feet where he picks up Thomas and hammers away with a series of chops across the chest before backing Dylan up against the ropes, he shoots him across the ring, Thomas bounces off the ropes and into a titl-a-whirl backbreaker.~

Hood: Carrington presses the cover!

1!!

2!!

THR…

~Thomas kicks out of the pinfall attempt~

Smith: Dylan Thomas has to find a way to turn things around before it gets to out of hand.

~Carrington gets back to his feet where he picks up Thomas. Bradley locks in a front waist lock where he delivers an overhead release belly to belly suplex! Dylan lands hard on the mat before rolling out to the street under the bottom rope~

~Bradley slides out after Thomas where he spins him around to take control but is thumbed in the eye from Thomas! Dylan takes Carrington and drives him into the security railings that surround the ring. Dylan then snatches Bradley by the head where he bounces him face first off the ring steps~

~The crowd roars with boos as the onslaught continues from Thomas him drives Carrington lower back first into the ring apron before landing some rapid fire forearms to the jaw. He takes him and hurls him back into the ring~

~Thomas slides into the ring to the boos from the crowd before he gets back to his feet. Dylan stands at his opponent's feet who are on their back and lifts up their 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!~

Smith: SENTON LEG DROP!

Hood: Thomas rolls Carrington over making the cover!

1!!

2!!

THR…

~Carrington escapes to a pop from the crowd which quickly shifts into boos as Thomas starts choking Bradley with both hands across his throat. The referee starts laying the count to Thomas who breaks at the four. The boos only increase as the official admonishes him once again while he steps back up to his feet. He reaches down picking up Carrington.~

~He locks in a front face lock where he snaps off a vertical suplex~

~His wife cheers him on from ringside as Dylan is back to his feet where he steps through the ropes and out to the apron. He climbs up to the top turnbuckle as he sizes up Bradley on the mat. Dylan sets sail with a top rope knee drop!~

~Thomas makes another cover hooking the near leg~

1!!

2!!

THRE…

~The crowd pops for Bradely as he kicks out of the near fall while we see Thomas complain of a slow count while getting back to his feet. The referee shows him two fingers which garners the middle finger from Thomas to a roar of boos from the crowd~

~Thomas reaches down picking up Carrington~

~Dylan runs and bounces off the ropes where he looks to take Bradley’s head off with a clothesline from hell! Carrington ducks out of the way while latching on to a back waist lock before peeling off a snap German Release Suplex~

~The crowd pops as Bradley starts to work his way back to his feet.~

~He measures Thomas who starts to stir and push himself up off the mat before delivering a running Helluva Kick to the face with a smack that echoes throughout the streets! Dylan crumbles to the mat like a ton of bricks with Carrington dropping down making the cover!~

1!!

2!!

THRE…

~Thomas shoots a shoulder up off the mat to a gasp from the crowd. Bradley starts to get back to his feet. He measures Thomas who starts to stir, and as he reaches his feet Carrington comes up from behind where he hoists Thomas up in the air before delivering a side suplex! The crowd rallies behind Carrington who gets back to his feet where he makes his way towards the nearest set of buckles and begins to climb the turnbuckles from the inside of the ring. He reaches the top rope~

~Carrington sets sail with a picture perfect moonsault down on to Dylan Thomas~

~The crowd erupts with a huge ovation as Carrington makes the cover hooking the near leg~

1!!

2!!

THRE…

~Dylan escapes the near fall once again to a huge gasp from the crowd~

Smith: Thomas escapes once again!

~Carrington reaches his feet where he reaches down picking Thomas up off the mat. He fires him into the ropes, Thomas bounces off the ropes where he’s scooped up over the right shoulder of Carrington, Thomas gouges the eyes once again which allows him to slip down the back of Carrington!~

~Bradley is spun around by Thomas who takes him up in the air with a Fireman’s Carry into a Gut Buster!~

~Thomas quickly gets to his feet where he bounces off the ropes catching Bradley with MIND YOUR HEAD!~

Hood: MIND YOUR HEAD BITCH!

Smith: Dylan Thomas makes the cover!

1!!

2!!

3!!

Belvedere: Here is your winner...AND NEW CRAZE CHAMPION: DYLAN THOMAS!!!!!

Smith: Dylan did it! He’s a champion in OCW!

Hood: Man, this night just isn’t going my way.

Smith: The Professor, once again, has been proven to be wrong!

Hood: I think he’s simply too smart for pro wrestling. A misunderstood soul. He’s from Cornell, you know.

Smith: YES I KNOW

Hood: Just checking.

Smith: Dylan Thomas is the new Craze Champion...a title and victory well earned. Finally breaking through, great job, Dylan!

Hood: Yea, yea.

Smith: Alright fans, let’s head backstage before the in-ring action resumes!

~We get a graphic that says "Earlier Today". Xavier Lux is seen walking in the “backstage” area, you know, whatever street has been blocked off and tented for the roster and staff to use prior to their matches in the middle of the streets. He is still wearing street clothes, his match not happening for a while, and is sporting an “American Werewolf in London” throwback tee shirt and the Paradigm championship over his shoulder. He seems to be looking for someone, and he nods smiling once he finds his target: Belvedere, who is keeping his windpipe loose.~

Belvedere: 'O sole mio! 'O sole mio! Sta 'nfronte a te, 'O sole, 'o sole mio, Sta 'nfronte a te, Sta 'nfronte a te!!!

Xavier Lux: Hey there Aqua Belve… Sorry to interrupt you, got a second?

Belvedere: Oh yes of course, I’m just practicing, keeping my voice fresh you know

Xavier Lux: Got to stay on top of your game, I can respect that. I just wanted to give you this to hold until the end of my match.

~Xavier hands the Paradigm championship to Belvedere who reluctantly takes it.~

Belvedere: This? Why? I don’t understand

Xavier Lux: Well I haven’t won it yet, and the only reason I took it was so Crash would come after me, but he never did.

Belvedere: Even after what you did to Mr. Pohl?

Xavier Lux: Even so. I guess I or the title aren’t worth his time.

Belvedere: Well I wouldn’t say that.

Xavier Lux: I know, that’s why I said it. Maybe he doesn’t want to be a champion as bad as his representative made it sound to be.

Belvedere: I know OCW has high hopes for him

Xavier Lux: I just hope he shows up tonight.

Belvedere: But Xavier, why don’t you give this to Mr. Welsh or Mr. Raven?

Xavier Lux: Please. Welsh is the one that handed it to Crash in the first place… and Raven, let’s just say that’s a bridge I’m only willing to cross if I absolutely have to… and I don’t think I do, not for this. You got it?

Belvedere: Ah, well, yes, of course-of course

Xavier Lux: Thanks Belv-Biv-DeVoe, catch you later.

~Xavier pats him on his shoulder as he goes back the way he came from. Belvedere looks at him puzzled and then back at the title before shrugging and going back to his rehearsing.~

Belvedere: That girl is…poison! Never trust a big butt and smile, that girl is poison!!!

~Fade back to Smith and Hood…~

Smith: Xavier Lux is here, obviously and he's ready to face Crash Rodriguez!

Hood: I know Lux wanted a rematch for the OCW Title...but if he wins tonight, something tells me he may get that match sooner than he perhaps anticipated.

Smith: He'd certainly deserve it. But, he's got to get through Crash first. That match airs later this evening. Up next, however, is TransAtlantic Action!

Hood: That sounds kinda...well...nevermind.

Smith: Yes, Hood. Nevermind.

Smith: Alright fans...we’ve seen one championship change hands...are we about to see another?

Hood: I fuckin hope so.

Smith: OCW’s return centered around, ironically, the TransAtlantic Championship. A belt brought back as more of a joke than anything else...a belt that, now, is one of the most prestigious in all of wrestling.

Hood: I feel like I’m living in an alternate reality where up is down, bad is good, and vegans are celebrated for their life choices.

Smith: Nothing wrong with eating healthy.

Hood: Fuck outta here.

Smith: Rude. Betsy Granger captured the TransAtlantic Championship when she made her shocking debut at House of Cards. She went on to become the first competitor in years to successfully defend the belt by defeating Mack O’Connor at Under the Lights. Tonight, she looks to defend it once again...this time against a man who has also defeated Mack O’Connor...the former Craze and Paradigm Champion – Ed Houston.

Hood: I normally mock and laugh at Ed Houston. I mean his entire life is based around the fact he got fired from NASA. But tonight, I’m going to be soaring alongside the Rocketman in the hopes that he gets that ridiculous title off of XWF’s Betsy Granger.

Smith: Granger is in the toughest spot of all, you’d have to imagine. Wedged in the middle of this promotional war...loyalties to XWF...all the while her significant other is the OCW General Manager.

Hood: Raven should just drop her ass. Send her back to XWF where she belongs and live that sweet, sweet bachelor life. Look at all these women here, in attendance…

~The crowd pans the women. They’re very british and, well, not THAT great looking. We linger on one with missing teeth~

Hood: Okay, so maybe this isn’t the greatest example. But once we get back to Florida...bitches be banging, man. Raven could have his pick of the litter!

Smith: James isn’t like that, Hood. I’m sure he’ll be watching this, hoping Betsy continues her winning streak. Whoever emerges victorious tonight could be in line for an OCW Title shot.

Hood: *shudders*

Smith: It’s Betsy Granger. It’s Ed Houston. It’s for the TransAtlantic Championship and it’s next!

~As we pan the crowd, awaiting Belvedere’s amazing voice, we notice security guards sprinkled everywhere...they move around, inspecting fans...looking for anybody resembling an XWF star~

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen...the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the OCW TransAtlantic Championship!!!

~The crowd goes wild~

Belvedere: Introducing first…

~The amazing beat that is You're Gonna Go Far Kid by The Offspring blasts through the London night sky. The fans go wild as the doors to the face building are pulled open and Ed Houston emerges! He’s smiling, as always, eager and happy to be performing in front of his fans under the OCW banner. Houston’s sporting red and black trunks...his colors, but also the colors of OCW. He hops off the stairs, to the cobbled road, making his way down the barricaded aisle. He high fives fans along the way as they jam and sing to the song~

Belvedere: From Miami, Florida...standing 5’9 and weighing in at 175lbs...he is a former Craze and Paradigm Champion...he is...Ed Houston!!!

~Houston reaches the ringside area...he sprints forward and slides into the ring, popping to his feet and climbing the nearest corner, jamming to his song along with the fans as they sing the popular chorus. Once the music dies out he hops back onto the ring and hops around, eager for what awaits~

Belvedere: And, his opponent…

~The boos start early and often. "Blinding Lights" by Fame on Fire begins to play. This 100% PRO OCW crowd isn’t showing Betsy any mercy. She emerges from the face building, TransAtlantic Title around her waist. If the boos bother her, she isn’t showing it. She remains focused on what she can control...the task at hand. Marching down the steps, she turns down the street and blocks out the boos, hisses, and negative comments hurled her way by a feisty, agitated OCW fanbase~

Belvedere: From Toronto, Canada...standing 5’9 and weighing 135lbs…

~Belvedere pauses. There’s something on his card he’s forced to read but is reluctant to do so. His eyes locate a security member, glaring back at him. So, he reads the words~

Belvedere: Representing XWF…

~”MOTHER FUCKING BOOOOOOO” goes the crowd...and not in the ghost kinda way~

Belvedere: She is the OCW TransAtlantic Champion...she is the Impossible Traveler...she is...Betsy Granger!!!

~The boos pour in. Betsy takes it like a champ, not once wavering in the face of unexpected vitriol. She enters the ring and slowly removes her belt, handing it over to Scruff who shows it off before passing it to Belvedere, who exits with the prize. She sighs and glances outside the ring. A smile cross her face~

Smith: Hood...look...that’s her tag team partner with a front row spot...that’s Lycana!

Hood: Is that another XWF asshole?

Smith: Well, she is from XWF...but it appears she’s bought a ticket and gone through the ‘proper channels’.

Hood: I never thought I’d say this...but get Zybala out here so he can blast that intruder!

Smith: NO!

~Scruff nods signals for the bell, it rings. The fans continue to boo Betsy~

Smith: You have to feel sorry for Betsy here...this reaction is a little over the top.

Hood: Fuck all of that, man. She’s true blue XWF. She can go straight to hell...I don’t care what time period.

Smith: Rude!

~With the atmosphere nearing riotous territory…Ed throws his arms in the air, changing the mood from angry to joyous! They go wild, chanting “HOUSTON! HOUSTON!” The focus has shifted from the hatred of XWF, Betsy’s home fed...and onto OCW’s own, Ed Houston, vying to dethrone Granger from her TransAtlantic Title throne. The two circle one another...Betsy remaining focused. Lycana yells, “Let’s go Betsy!!” Fans give her the death stare...but she doesn’t care. She’s supporting her partner~

Smith: How will Betsy handle this unique dynamic? The entire crowd is against her. She’s admitted to getting flustered, most notably against Mack, in the past. Can she remain calm and focused?

Hood: She’s a woman so the simple answer is no. She’s gonna lose her shit at some point...setting Ed up to bring that belt home!

Smith: You’re unbelievable.

~The two lock up in the center of the ring! The fans cheer as Houston gets the advantage, shoving Betsy back into a corner. Scruff comes in, asking for a break. Houston complies. The fans boo Scruff...they want one sided officiating for this one. Houston tosses a chop at Betsy...but she ducks...his hand hits the top buckle, he grabs it in pain. Granger spins Ed around and returns the favor...she chops away at his chest, over and over...the fans boo with each chop that knifes through the air. After several chops...Houston is clutching his chest, wincing in pain. Betsy rears back and delivers the mother of all knife edged chops, sending Ed slinking down to the mat. More boos from the fans~

Smith: Granger with the early upper hand, much to the dismay of these fans.

Hood: I don’t think a woman should be allowed to use chops in a match.

Smith: And why is that?

Hood: It’s a disadvantage. They’re in the kitchen 90% of their lives...they know all about chopping.

Smith: Fans, the opinions of Hood are his and his alone, and do not reflect the thoughts or opinions of OCW.

~Betsy taunts the crowd, which allows Ed to pull himself to his feet using the top rope. Betsy turns back to Ed just in time to catch a big chop. Betsy clutches her chest and staggers back intop the corner.~

Hood: Oh man, Raven is gonna be pissed at Ed.

Smith: James Raven understands that this is a competition and that Betsy can take a chop.

Hood: Oh, I thought Ed was trying to cop a feel.

Smith: *sigh*.

~Betsy sinks back into the ropes and Ed charges, but at the last minute Betsy drops down out of the way and pulls the top rope down. Ed goes tumbling over the top to the outside. Betsy is quick to her feet and runs across the ring bouncing off the ropes for added momentum and comes back going for a baseball slide drop kick to Ed, but Ed quickly side steps and dives into the ring. Betsy goes under the bottom rope to the outside and lands on her feet looking around for Ed~

~Betsy quickly finds him as she spins around to the ring just in time to see Ed sling shot himself over the top rope and nail Betsy with a Metora.~

Smith: Ed Houston with the slingshot Meteora to the outside, taking a big risk with that move.

Hood: Yeah, if Betsy had got out of the way Ed would have blown those knees out on the floor.

Smith: Big risk, and a big reward. Just listen to the crowd cheer for Ed.

Hood: They love the Rocketman here in OCW.

~Houston rolls Betsy back into the ring and makes a pin but only gets a 1 count. Ed shakes his head as he gets to his feet and looks poised to deliver a big kick to Betsy as she staggers to her feet. Ed goes for a roundhouse kick, but Betsy rolls under it and pops up to her feet. Ed spins back around and sees Betsy going for a backflip kick, but Ed side steps~

~Betsy lands on her feet and Ed goes for a front kick, but Betsy ducks and goes for a semi-circle kick, but Ed ducks it. Betsy quickly recovers and goes for a low kick and Ed jumps up avoiding it and as he does wraps his legs around Betsy’s head and delivers a Frankenstiener.~

Smith: What a flurry of kicks and maneuvers.

Hood: Is this OCW or WMAC Masters?

Smith: What?

Hood: WMAC Masters, World Martial Arts Council, where the best martial artists compete for the ultimate prize, the Dragon Star. The Dragon Star is a gold trophy that looks like a shuriken surrounded by a dragon; it was proof that its holder was the best martial artist in the world.

Smith: Are you talking about that TV show from the nineties?

Hood: Yeah man, I loved it, so good. I bet Turbo could make a run at the OCW championship.

~Houstan tried to hook the legs but missed them and wasn’t able to hook for the pin attempts. Houston is quick to his feet and Betsy is on all fours so Houston quickly grabs Betsy’s arm, spins around it and rolls forward taking Betsy over in a la magistral cradle.Scruff slides in for the pin. ~

One…

Two…

Kickout.

Smith: Ed Houston almost won the Trans-Atlantic title there.

Hood: So close, but it’s going to take more than a fancy cradle to put Betsy Grainger away.

~Betsy begins to roll up but Ed catches her in a side headlock. Betsy fires a forearm to the ribs of Ed and then shoots him off. Betsy drops down and Ed cartwheels over her and lands on his feet. Ed goes for a jumping double foot stomp but Betsy rolls out of the way and knips up to her feet~

~Betsy goes for a mid kick but Ed steps back and smacks the leg away, spinning Betsy and catching her in a waist lock. Ed drives Betsy into the ropes and goes for an O’Connor roll, but Betsy holds onto the top rope and Ed rolls backwards and up onto his feet. Betsy charges and Ed avoids her with a standing leapfrog. Betsy continues into the ropes and as she comes back Ed drops down and Betsy once again goes over him and into the ropes. This time as Betsy comes off the ropes Ed catches her with a huge standing drop kick that nails Betsy in the face and sends her tumbling through the ropes to the outside.~

Smith: Did you see the height Ed Houston got on that drop kick?

Hood: That’s why they call him the Rocket man, he could be in the NBA with hops like that.

Smith: But can he round and drive the paint?

Hood: It looks like he is about to drive the paint right now against Betsy Grainger.

~Ed is hopping up and down in the ring as Betsy is getting to her feet. Ed runs across the ring and with amazing leaping ability jumps over the top rope to the outside going for Meteora onto Betsy on the outside again. Lycana yells, “Betsy! MOVE!” Betsy moves at the last second though and Ed crashes knees first into the security railing. Ed instantly clutches his knee and begins rolling on the ground in agony~

~Betsy seems to have a look of genuine concern on her face as she looks at Ed and then back at Scruff. Scruff seems concerned as well. Betsy slides back into the ring and Scruff starts his count.~

1….

2…

3…

Hood: Looks like The Rocketman went the way of the Space Shuttle Challenger.

Smith: WHOA! WHOA WHOA! You can’t say that Hood.

Hood: Man, that happened twenty five years ago.

4…

5…

6…

7…

Smith: Is Ed Houston about to get counted out?

Hood: Probably, his leg looks worse than Joe Thiesmans after an LT tackle.

Smith: HOOD, PLEASE!

8…

9…

~Houston rolls under the bottom rope at the last minute and the crowd burst out with cheers. Betsy and Scruff both looked shocked. Betsy pounces into action quickly though, grabbing Ed's leg and dragging him to the middle of the ring and then begins to go for a figure-four. As Betsy spins around Ed places his other foot on her butt and kicks her into the corner. Betsy hits the turnbuckle and staggers back into a roll up from Ed~

~Betsy counters by rolling back through and up to her feet. Betsy goes for a kick to Ed who is on his knees, but Ed ducks under. Ed comes back up to his knees and Betsy hits the backflip kick to the kneeld Houston.~

Smith: Ed Houston refusing to give up, but right now I think Betsy Grainger is too much for him.

Hood: It’s going to be a big uphill battle for the Rocketman, it’s hard to blast off without any thrusters.

~Betsy pulls Ed towards the corner and then she drops and rolls outside and pulls Ed to the ring post. Betsy wraps Ed’s legs around the post and puts Ed into a figure-four around the ringpost. Betsy drops down to the floor and cranks on Ed’s leg while Ed screams in pain and tries pulling at his leg. Scruff begins to count Betsy down and she releases the hold right at five~

~Ed rolls to the middle of the ring holding his knee and Betsy rolls back into the ring and goes right for Ed. Betsy grabs Ed’s legs but Ed tries to fight her off and shove her with his legs. Betsy pulls up and falls backwards catapulting Ed into the corner. Ed pulls his legs up and lands on the second turnbuckle. Ed winces in pain as he springs backwards and twists for a cross body. Betsy sees Ed coming and jumps while twisting her body and catches Ed in midair with a knee bar. Both contestants fall to the mat with Betsy holding Ed in the knee bar. ~

Smith: What amazing ring awareness and athleticism by Betsy Grainger to catch Ed Houston in that knee bar.

Hood: What determination and fortitude by Ed Houston to catch himself on the turnbuckles like that and then not tap out immediately in that knee bar.

Smith: Betsy has it locked on tight, but Ed is fighting.

Hood: Ed is scratching and clawing at the canvas trying to get to the ropes.

~Ed stretches his arm out as far as he can and his fingertips just barely touch the ropes and Scruff calls for Betsy to break the hold. Betsy begins to argue with Scruff that he isn’t in the ropes and Scruff begins to administer a five count. Betsy breaks the hold but doesn’t let go of Ed’s leg~

~Betsy drags Ed back to the middle of the ring. While Betsy is doing this Ed pushes himself to his feet. Ed goes for an enziguri but Betsy ducks and Ed falls onto his face. Betsy quickly takes advantage of the spot and begins digging, going for a full nelson to try for the Sugar Hold, but Ed is trying to fight out of it. Ed clamps his arms down and sits out to break the hold~

~Ed floats around and grabs a waistlock on Betsy. Betsy fights to her feet but as she does Ed hits a bridging German suplex for a pin.~

One…

Two…

Kickout.

Smith: Ed Houston refuses to give up.

Hood: Houston is displaying true grit here tonight.

Smith: And doing it without looking like John Wayne or Jeff Bridges.

~Ed is first to get up, pushing himself to his feet and grimacing while he does it. Ed takes a few steps back and waits for Betsy to start getting up. Ed moves as fast as he can and goes for the shining wizard, but as he does Betsy catches his leg and rolls through and comes up into a half crab. Betsy sits down low and pulls in the knee hard as Ed appears to be in agonizing pain. ~

Hood: OH MAN! I don’t think the Rocketman is going to be able to get out of this one.

Smith: Betsy Grainger has been one step ahead of Ed Houston all night, and I think this might be the final step.

Hood: Ed isn’t going up though, where is he finding this determination?

~Ed pushes himself up and then tucks his head and rolls forward as hard as he can. The momentum of the roll flips Betsy onto her back and Ed comes up to his feet. On the roll through, Ed captures Betsy’s ankle and goes right into the Countdown (ankle lock). Ed begins to crank the ankle and Betsy is immediately screaming in pain. We get a shot of Lycana leaning forward, cheering Betsy on~

Smith: ED HOUSTON WITH THE REVERSAL!

Hood: Looks like Ed was a step ahead of Betsy this go round.

Smith: Betsy is fighting for the ropes, and Ed is doing all he can to stop her.

~Betsy tries crawling to the ropes, but Ed stops her by grapevining her leg with his and drops to the mat. Betsy can’t drag herself and Ed and is in excruciating pain as Ed twists her ankle as hard as he can. Betsy sees Lycana cheering for her...it gives her some extra motivation...she’s able to roll onto her side and uses her free leg to begin heel stomping Ed in his bad knee. This forces Ed to break the hold as he rolls away holding his knee~

~Betsy is to her feet first but moves gingerly on her ankle as she moves to Ed who is still clutching at his knee. Betsy grabs Ed by the head and begins to drag him up, but Ed smacks her hands away and delivers a big kick to the side of Betsy’s head. Betsy staggers and Ed goes for theHouston We Have A Problem Superkick, but Betsy smacks Ed’s foot away and grabs Ed for the Brain Games (snapmare driver), but Ed counters shoving Betsy into the corner. Betsy runs up the turnbuckles and flips off the top going for a moonsault onto Ed, but Ed catches her feet in mid air and brings Betsy back down into the Countdown (ankle lock)~

Smith: What a transition and it ends right back where it started with Ed Houston locking Betsy Grainger in the ankle lock.

Hood: I don’t think Betsy is getting out of that hold a second time.

~Ed isn’t able to grapevine the leg this time before Betsy can push herself up to a standing position on her free leg. Betsy jumps off her good leg and hits a reverse enziguri to the head of Ed. Ed releases the ankle and flies back into the corner~

Betsy rolls to her feet and sees Ed slumped into the corner. Betsy charges in but Ed was playing possum and uses all the energy he has left to step up and deliver the Houston We Have A Problem - Superkick.~

Smith: HOUSTON, BETSY GRAINGER HAS A PROBLEM!

Hood: That has got to be it.

Smith: But the force of that kick seemed to take a toll on Ed, he’s down and clutching his knee.

Hood: He never recovered from that crash and burn on the outside.

~Houston rolls around clutching his knee, but is able to collect himself and crawls over and lays across Betsy for the pin.~

ONE…

TWO…

KICKOUT!

Hood: OH, SO CLOSE!

Smith: If he had made that pin a moment earlier he might have got her.

Hood: If ifs and buts were candy and nuts, everyday would be Christmas.

Smith: What?

Hood: It’s an old saying.

Smith: How old, like a hundred years old?

~Ed rolls under the bottom rope to the apron and begins pulling himself up while Betsy is still down. Ed sees her down and begins climbing up the turnbuckle. Ed gets to the top and leaps off with Blastoff (shooting star press), but as he does Betsy rolls into the corner out of the way~

~Ed sees her roll, and with amazing athleticism tucks through and lands on his feet. As Ed lands it tweaks his knee and he goes down to one knee for a split second, but that second is all Betsy needed. As Ed stands back up Betsy grabs him from behind in a full nelson and hits the Ich Muss Dich Brechen (full nelson facebuster). Betsy keeps a half nelson and turns Ed over into a pin.~

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!!

~The bell rings~

Belvedere: Here is your winner...AND STILL OCW TRANSATLANTIC CHAMPION...BETSY GRANGER!!!!!

Smith: She did it! Betsy did it!

Hood: FUCK...fuck these XWF mother fuckers.

~Scruff stands over Betsy with the TransAtlantic Championship in his arms. Lycana hops the railing and hits the ring. She knees over Betsy...she helps Granger up. She takes the belt from Scruff and hands it to Betsy...Betsy takes it and hugs her partner and friend~

Smith: Say what you want about XWF...but these two are true friends. Had Lycana not been out here supporting Betsy during this...acerbic atmosphere, I’m not sure she could’ve prevailed.

Hood: How in the FUCK did that Larissa get a ticket, anyway?

Smith: Lycana. And I’d imagine she paid for it, like everyone else.

Hood: Boy, it must pay to be sleeping with the GM, that’s all I can say.

Smith: And that’s all I’m gonna allow you to say…the first XWF competitor to step inside the ring has walked out victorious. Can the same be said for the rest? We’ll find out! But, for now...let's check in on Mike Zybala

~We check back in on Zybala. He’s talking to Greg, slinging the shot gun as he does. Greg eyes the gun, kinda nervously. Suddenly, they hear an old man talking about very old things that nobody cares about anymore...using antiquated vernacular. Zybala puts his hand in Greg’s chest~

Mike Zybala: Greg, quiet! I think...I think I hear what the people in XWF call...A Centurion.

~Greg, who wasn’t talking to begin with, stays quiet. Mike points the gun in the direction of the old person talking. They approach and find an old man reading a newspaper~

Mike Zybala: Hold it right there, Centurion!

~The old man looks up...wrinkles all over his face. He squints through his tri-focals~

Old Man: Eh? Who are you, youngin?

Mike Zybala: Aww, he called me a youngin!

~Zybala hasn’t been called young in awhile. He lowers the gun~

Mike Zybala: Look, Centurion. You better get out of here before you get got. I’d get you right now...but you kinda won me over.

Old Man: My name isn’t Centurion.

Mike Zybala: It’s not?

Old Man: No, it’s Decadence.

Mike Zybala; Oh, so I guess you’re like a tenth the age of Centurion. Cool deal. You heading into the event, sir?

Old Man: Eh, nah. I remember the good ole days of OCW when Scott Syren whacked off and pissed on people. Also when random murder happened to characters we didn’t like. I just heard Smith cut Hood off before he could say the word ret[censored]. That ain’t my OCW.

Mike Zybala: Fair enough, gangster. You take it easy, alright? And if you see any XWFers...be sure and give em hell.

Old Man: I’ll do that!

~Zybala nods and motions for Greg to follow him as they continue to search the perimeter for enemies. We cut back to ringside~

~After a hype promo finishes, the show comes back to the ring where the crowd is livid. During the hype promo, the anti pro wrestling activist turned pro wrestler against her will, Sonya Benson came the ring, flanked by her manager Norris and her bodyguard Smith.~

Hood: Not again! This bitch here!

Smith: Unannounced and uninvited! Just great! Fantastic! I hope I’m laying on the sarcasm strong enough.

~She holds the mic to her perfect cherry red lips, which are snarled into an unladylike sneer.~

Sonya Benson: Please have a little bit of decorum since it was my country who saved you all in World War Two!

~Those are fighting words and the drinks, food, and trash comes roaring in but Norris and Smith manage to swat them all away. Not a single drop falls upon the most beautiful woman Londo has ever been graced with. ~

Sonya Benson: Wow. You’re all class, London. All class and it’s all low. Anyway, when I appeared on OCW programming last time I offered one million dollars for a personal trainer of this blasphemous so-called “sport”. Nobody took me up on it initially, but alas one of your heroes bent the knee to me! Ross Hanson reached out to me via the OCW Newswire and offered his services. I have informally accepted his offer.

~The London fans boo the shit out of her and probably some of those boos are for Ross too.~

Sonya Benson: Hey, don’t boo him. That’s one of your heroes. Wow, London, just wow. I expected so much more from you. Sheesh. Anyway, now that the trainer role is taken care of I need to fill the role of tag team partner. I am hereby offering 500 thousand dollars for a tag team partner. To qualify for this position you must be able to beat up two people at once because I will not tag in ever. I will cheerlead on the corner if needed and collect the win. I only have 24 more wins to go before I’m released from this prison sentence in pro wrestling. This could be done in less than one year. Surely there’s somebody in the back who’s made wrong choices or is hooked on pills that could use an extra 500 thousand dollars to make those problems go away. So, don’t be like these fans, OCW locker room. Be like Ross Hanson. Come out and accept this offer.

~She turns toward the entrance ramp and waits. More waiting happens. Crowd boos the shit out of her increasingly. Sonya taps her foot on the mat impatiently. Frustration grows. Still nobody comes out. In a huff, she turns away from the entrance ramp.~

Sonya Benson: Well, looks like no takers tonight. I’ll try again on Monday Massacre and will keep coming out here until someone accepts my offer. Speaking of Monday Night Massacre, I am hereby issuing an open challenge to any fan in attendance at Massacre. In closing, allow me to regale you London folks with THE song of your people.

~She clears her throat and sings as Norris dances like an idiot.~

Sonya Benson:
*singing*

London Bridge is falling down
Falling down, falling down
London Bridge is falling down
My fair lady

Build it up with iron bars,
Iron bars, iron bars
Build it up with iron bars
My fair lady

Ion bars will bend and break
Bend and break, bend and break
Iron bars will bend and break
My fair lady

Build it up with sticks and stones
Sticks and stones, sticks and stones
Sticks and stones will all fall down, all fall down
My fair lady

London Bridge is falling down
Falling down, falling down
London Bridge is falling down
My fair lady.

~The crowd is bonkers with heat at her, almost drowning her voice out.~

Sonya Benson: Fine then! May all the bad things that can happen in life happen to all of you. Maybe you all die before the sun comes up and may you rot in hell!

~She discards the mic and the trio leave to a mega wall of jeers. We cut to MORE Zybala~

~Greg is explaining what a mistake he made by siding with Who’Re all those months ago. Zybala hears something~

Mike Zybala: Quiet, Greg! I hear...I hear...laughing. It must be someone from XWF.

~Zybala gets his gun ready~

Mike Zybala: It’s the laughter of a person too embarrassed to admit they made a mistake by joining XWF. The laughter of a person depressed by the constructs of their promotion. Yes, that’s the laughter of and XWFer...there’s no doubt.

~Zybala points his gun at the laughter...until...TONY THE SPIDER emerges. Outsider legend, Tony the Spider, I might add. The fed Mike Zybala runs~

Tony the Spider: Hahahahaha

Mike Zybala: Tony! I almost blew your face off.

Tony the Spider: Haha!

Mike Zybala: Nice to see you, too. Say, you don’t look busy...you wanna help me and Greg find and take out any XWF invaders?

Tony the Spider: HaHA

Mike Zybala: Sweet. This feels like the band getting back together. Let’s go!

~Zybala leads Greg and Tony in search of XWF intruders. We cut back to Smith and Hood~

Smith: I gotta say...this is the reunion I didn’t know that I needed.

Hood: It’s also the reunion nobody wanted.

Smith: Hey, they’re doing good work for OCW. Patrolling for enemies.

Hood: Man, have you been watching this shit? A) They aren’t finding anyone. And, B) they’re probably gonna wind up shooting and killing Outcast, our World Champion, fucking up the entire event.

Smith: I certainly hope not!

Hood: It’s Zybala.

Smith: Anyway...it’s time for more in-ring action as Thaddeus Duke...the chosen one of Who’Re...one of the catalysts behind this current war defends his Savage Championship against the returning Supreme Machine.

Hood: Kinda pulling for Supreme Machine here. I know I was a Duke fan but he’s all XWF so that’s gross. Plus, SuMA never lost that Savage Belt. He deserves to have it back.

Smith: Should SuMa reclaim the Savage Championship in his return match, I’d imagine he might get a long, hard look at that #1 contenders spot. It’s Thaddeus Duke. It’s Supreme Machine. It’s next!

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen...it is now time for the OCW Savage Championship! This match is a Falls Count Anywhere, NO DQ match! Introducing first...the challenger…

~"Warheart" by Children of Bodom hits. The fans stand with great respect as the aura of Supreme Machine emerges from the alley shadows. He turns down the barricaded aisle and makes his way to the ring. The fans look up as he walks past them...he’s giant, he’s menacing...but he’s also OCW. They cheer him on, hoping he can take down one of XWF’s best~

Belvedere: From Parts Unknown...standing 6’9 and weighing in at 315lbs...he is a former Savage Champion...he is...Supreme Machine!!!

~SuMa enters the ring and stands in his corner, awaiting the champion~

Belvedere: And, his opponent…

~BOOOOS fill the London sky. There is no THADtron. There is no music. There is just the Savage Champion. He makes his way down the aisle with his belt over his shoulder...he holds his head high, ignoring the boos and negative remarks~

Belvedere: He is the OCW Savage Champion...representing XWF

~BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~

Belvedere: He is...Thaddeus Duke!!!

~Duke enters the ring and hands his belt over. He stares across the ring at SuMa. If he’s nervous, he ain’t showing it. Scruff hands the belt to Belvedere who exits. Scruff motions toward the timekeeper. The bell sounds as the London crowd explodes with Supreme Machine gazing across the ring at the young Thaddeus Duke.

Hood: If Supreme Machine didn’t have enough motivation in taking back the very title he never lost, you have to think smashing an XWF talent in the process is a little extra icing on that cake.

Smith: I for one am personally rooting for Supreme to bring that Savage Title back home to OCW.

~Duke and Machine walk out towards the center of the ring where they engage in a staredown before Thad smacks Supreme across the face drawing a gasp from the crowd which turns into a huge ovation as Supreme Machine comes back with a knee to the midsection before clobbering away with hard right hands! He uses his size and strength to drive Duke back into a neutral corner~

~SuMa mauls Duke with a series of right hands as he pounds him all the way to the mat in a seated position with his back against the buckles as the crowd roars with approval amongst each strike. SuMa backs out towards the center of the ring before charging forward with a boot to the face of Thad in the seated position whiplashing his neck back against the buckles~

~SuMa yanks Duke out towards the center of the ring where he makes the cover~

1!!

2!!

THR…

~Duke pops a shoulder off the mat breaking the count as we see SuMa get back up to a vertical base. He picks Thad up where he takes him back into the ropes before shooting him across the ring, Duke bounces off the near side ducking under a clothesline from the OCW Legend, he bounces off the far side and as SuMa spins around he’s taken down to the mat with a Sling Blade from the Savage Champion to some boos from the crowd~

Hood: A beautiful sling blade by the Savage Champion.

~Duke gets back to a vertical base where he’s followed by SuMa and as SuMa reaches his feet we see Duke take him back down with a Side Russian Leg Sweep which Thad floats over into a cover~

1!!

2!!

THR..

~SuMa escapes the near fall as we see Duke transition into a full mount position where he starts hammering down with a series of right hands to the masked face of SuMa as the referee lays the five count to him. Duke breaks and stands up at the four count while he’s admonished by the referee~

~Duke blows past him paying him no attention as he starts stomping down on the sternum and solar plexus of SuMa before he reaches down picking the big man up off the mat. Duke laces him across the chest with a stiff knife-edge chop that echoes all around. Duke lands a second chop and then a third before driving SuMa back into a set of buckles with a shoulder block.~

~Duke lays in repeated shoulders to the midsection before stepping up on the middle ropes where he starts hammering down with right hands to SuMa’s forehead. The crowd counts along with every strike before we see SuMa bring Duke out from the corner with a running Powerbomb~

Smith: SuMa driving Duke into the canvass with that running powerbomb!

Hood: He’s making the cover!

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~Duke kicks out of the near fall before rolling out to the floor under the bottom rope. We see SuMa roll out to the floor after Duke. He comes up behind him spinning him around where he’s met with a thumb to the eye by the Lionheart garnering boos from the crowd as Thad takes SuMa by the head and drives him face first off the steel steps!~

~Thad hurls him back into the ring before climbing up on the ring apron. Duke starts to scale the turnbuckles while in the ring SuMa starts to negotiate his way back to a vertical base just as Duke makes it to the top turnbuckle!~

~Thaddeus leaps off the top rope looking for a Flyning Cross Body Block only to be caught in midair by SuMa! SuMa takes Thad up over his shoulder where he looks to deliver a Running Powerslam! Duke slides down the back while shoving SuMa chest and sternum first into the turnbuckles before rolling him up with a School Boy!~

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Kickout by SuMa!

Hood: Duke nearly stole one right there with a School Boy.

Smith: The last thing we need is the XWF holding on to more of our Championships. Come on SuMA!

~Duke measures SuMa where he looks for a clothesline as SuMa reaches his feet! SuMa ducks sending Duke bouncing off the ropes where he eats the bottom of SuMa’s right boot as it meets Thaddeus’s face sending him crashing down to the mat! Duke pops back up off the mat where he walks into SuMa who snatches him by the throat before hoisting the Savage Champion up in the air for a Chokeslam only to deliver a Chokeslam into a back breaker! SuMa makes the cover hooking the near leg~

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~Duke escapes the near fall to a gasp from the crowd!~

Hood: Supreme Machine was eyelashes away from taking back what he never lost!

Smith: Pound his face in SuMa!

~SuMa gets to one knee before stepping back up to his feet. He reaches down picking Thaddeus up off the mat where he hurls him into a neutral corner before charging in after him with a body splash driving Duke back against the buckles. SuMa twists the right arm of Duke before yanking him out of the corner and into a short arm clothesline~

~SuMa hypes himself up which garners a huge ovation from the crowd~

~He reaches down picking the smaller Duke up off the mat where he hurls him towards the ropes with an Irish Whip, Duke bounces off the ropes where he latches on to the top rope breaking the forward momentum~

~SuMa charges towards Thad who drops down out of the way while yanking down the top rope in the process causing SuMa to spill out over the top rope and out to the floor! Duke uses the very top rope he pulled down to pull himself back up as SuMa crashes down on the padding around the ring~

~Duke sizes up SuMa and as he starts to stir Duke bounces off the far side gaining a full head of steam where he leaps over the top rope with a suicide dive knocking SuMa back into a barricade knocking it over causing him to spill out into some fans and on to the side walk~

Hood: This thing can go anywhere!

Smith: And it probably will!

~Duke comes through the opening with a chair in hand as he waffles the massive SuMa across the back while he tries to get to his feet. Security surround the two keeping fans at bay as SuMa drops to one knee for Duke to crack across the back a second time sending him falling forward to the sidewalk~

~Someone throws a cup of beer at Duke landing square in the center of his back~

~Duke spins around looking for the culprit with the chair in hand. People point at this random guy who looks all innocent. Thad starts to walk towards the guy welcoming him before his smile turns into a look of disdain before he raises the chair high over his head~

~The crowd pops big as SuMa snatches the chair from Duke’s hands as it’s over his head! Duke spins around taking a jabbing shot to the ribs before being cracked across the back! SuMa tosses the chair to the ground before taking Thad by the hair and yanking him through the doors of a Candle Shop~

Smith: I hope they have insurance.

~SuMa fires Thad over a candle display sending various sizes and colors flying! The clerk comes out from behind the counter to intervene where he’s decked by SuMa for his troubles. SuMa turns back around to Thad jumping off a table with a flying reverse elbow sending SuMa across the floor crashing into the checkout counter~

~The clerk gets back up and tries to step inbetween the two where he eats a Superkick from Thad for his troubles!~

~SuMa snatches the cash register off the counter and as Thad turns around SuMa throws the cash register at Thad who manages to duck out of the way sending it shattering through the front window display of the store!~

~Thad charges towards SuMa who elevates him over the counter with a back body drop! SuMa walks towards the end of the counter and turns to walk behind it when he’s sprayed in the face by a fire extinguisher from Thaddeus Duke! With SuMa temporarily blinded Duke rushes towards him smashing the extinguisher off his head! SuMa crumbles to the ground as Duke dives on top of him making the cover~

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~SuMa kicks out!~

Hood: I’m shocked SuMa managed that kick out, and yes it appears he’s been busted wide open!

Smith: This isn’t looking good for the former Champion.

~Thad works his way back to his feet. He reaches down picking the now bloody SuMa up off the floor where he drives him face first off the counter before slinging him over another table displaying various candles. Duke flips the table on top of SuMa before jumping into the air and driving both feet into the table which smashes it against SuMa!~

~Thaddeus winks at the camera before moving the table off SuMa where he picks him up off the floor and starts heading back towards the main entrance of the Candle Shop. Duke swings the door open where he brings SuMa back out to the streetside. Duke nails him with a European Uppercut rocking him backward up the side walk~

~Duke charges towards SuMa with a full head of steam where he walks into the right palm of SuMa’s hand going across his throat. He looks for a Chokeslam only to have the cagey Duke gouge SuMa in the eyes as he’s being lifted up into the air causing SuMa to release Duke’s throat and allows him to transition into a TORNADO DDT on to the sidewalk! The Savage Champion makes a cover hooking a leg of the challenger on the sidewalk~

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~SuMa kicks out of the nearfall keep his Savage Championship aspirations alive~

Hood: Supreme Machine has to find a way to turn this thing around or else the Lionheart is leaving England exactly as he entered, Savage Champion.

Smith: We know SuMa, we’ve seen SuMa, and we believe in SuMa!

~Duke cuts his eyes towards the referee as he claims a slow count while stepping up to a vertical base. Thad reaches down to pick SuMa up off the sidewalk when he’s met with a low blow! Duke staggers back several feet as SuMa starts working his way back up to his. He snatches a trashcan off the street side where he smashes it over the head of Thad~

~The Savage Champion drops to one knee as we see SuMa dump the trash on Thad’s head before cramming the trash can on top of his head and over his shoulders confining his upperbody. SuMa looks around where he sees a fan on crutches. He asks for the crutch which is happily handed over to him~

~SuMa spins back around where he starts cracking the side of the trash can with repeated shots from the wooden crutch which eventually breaks! SuMa charges forward with a running boot to the face knocking Thad down to the sidewalk which allows for him to free himself from the trash can while SuMa is seen reaching down and snatching Thad up by the hair~

~He takes him further down the street where they cut down an dimly lit side street where we happen upon a vendor with several tables set up selling pumpkins of various shapes and sizes!~

HOOD: Happy Halloween!

~SuMa smashes Thad face first off the edge of a table before clearing it of small, palm sized pumpkins. He snatches Thaddeus by the throat where he delivers a Chokebomb through the table~

Smith: SIDOLOGY THROUGH THE TABLE!

~SuMa drops down making the cover~

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~Duke kicks out showing the heart of the lion!~

Smith: I can’t believe he kicked out!

~SuMa gets to both knee’s as he cuts his masked face towards the referee who shows him two fingers. SuMa steps up to his feet where he reaches down picking up the Savage Champion before driving him back into the brick wall that makes him the side of the candle shop~

~SuMa rears back swinging a hard right hand at Thad who ducks and SuMa punches the bricks!~

~Duke grabs a large pumpkin off one of the other tables where he turns back around and bounces it off the face of SuMa causing it to smash sending pumpkin guts and seeds everywhere as Suma crumbles to the sidewalk~

~Duke lunges on top making the cover~

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~SuMa fires a shoulder off the ground before the fatal three count. Duke now gets to his knees where he cuts his eyes towards the referee before flipping him off as he gets back to a vertical base. He snatches SuMa up by the hair before smashing him head first into a second table before dragging him across the street the window front of a small coffee shop!~

~Duke drives a knee into the midsection of SuMa before hurling him through the window shattering it into thousands of pieces causing a complete uproar from the patrons inside who quickly make for the front exit blowing past Thad as steps over the window frame entering the shop~

~SuMa is down and out as Thad drops an elbow across the chest and makes another cover~

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~SuMa kicks out yet again!~

Smith: Supreme Machine will not be denied tonight!

Hood: Thaddeus Duke has got to be asking himself what does he have to do in order to keep SuMa down!?!?

~Thad lashes out in frustration as he gets back to a vertical base. He observes his surroundings as the coffee shop has emptied out. Duke elects to snatch a pot of coffee off a coffee warmer. He turns and starts to walk back over towards SuMa who is pulling himself up to one knee.~

~Duke raises up the pitcher of hot coffee but before he can swing it SuMa returns the favor with a lower blow of his own! Duke drops the pot sending it crashing down to the floor while clutching his junk as he drops to both knees. SuMa reaches down picking up a large shard of glass~

~He comes up and walks behind Thad where he takes the piece of glass and starts slicing it across Duke’s forehead causing him to bleed instantly as it starts to run down the front of his face! SuMa tosses the piece of glass to the side before yanking up Duke by the hair where he throws him over a table causing it to flip over with Thad~

Smith: Supreme Machine is going to darker levels!

Hood: I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen him this intense!!

~SuMa kicks the tipped-over Table into Thad’s body before stepping over it where he picks the Lionheart up off the floor out of a pool of his blood. He takes Thad towards a door marked Employee’s Only where he throws him through the door knocking it from its hinges in the process!~

~Thad spills into a large storage room followed by the angry SuMa~

Smith: There’s no place that isn’t fair game tonight!

~Thad is picked up by SuMa who looks to set Duke up for the Apex Ultima! He hoists Duke up on to his shoulders only to be gouged in the eyes before he can execute the move! Thad slides down the back of SuMa as he shoves him into a set of wire shelving housing six shelves with big glass containers of coffee beans tipping it overs sending the glass containers crashing and shattering on the floor!~

~Coffee beans are everywhere!~

~Duke reaches down picking up a handful of beans and probably glass! He turns over SuMa who is in the midst of it all where he crams the beans and glass into the mouth of SuMa! Duke follows up with a kick to the face!~

Hood: A vicious, vicious side being shown by Thaddeus Duke!

~Duke forces a cover!~

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~SuMa kicks a shoulder up!~

~Duke works his way back to his feet where he wipes blood away from this forehead. He looks around seeing another door. Thad walks over opening it up where a staircase leads up. SuMa starts to stir as Thad takes notice before heading up the stairs. Cameras stick with SuMa as he manages to get back to his feet while spitting out coffee beans and glass. SuMa looks around the storage room before seeing the very door that Thad went through wide open. He makes his way to the open door which leads to a set of stairs that lead up to the rooftop~

Hood: Thad’s made his way to the roof of that building!

Smith: You talk about a proverbial no man’s land.

~SuMa heads up the stairs which shows no Thad insight but does show a door to the roof wide open.~

Hood: Thad is luring SuMa into a very dangerous situation.

~SuMa reaches the door to the top of the roof. He steps out onto the roof followed by the referee. There’s no sign of Thad but man obstructions. Suddenly Thad comes from behind with a small clay pot he shatters against the back of the head of SuMa sending him falling face first on to the roof! The bloody Savage Champion rolls SuMa over making the cover hooking the near leg~

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~SuMa kicks out once again! The ever-growing frustrated Savage Champion gets back up to his feet. He reaches down picking up SuMa where he shoots him into two double-stacked sets of barrels knocking the top two over as SuMa staggers backward while slowly turning around as Thad has himself primed and ready to deliver the HEAT SEEKER~

~SuMa ducks down taking Thad up in the air with an electric chair lift before completing the transition into the Package Piledriver!~

Smith: APEX ULTIMA ON THE ROOFTOP!

~SuMa makes the cover on the Savage Champion hooking a near leg~

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Belvedere: Here is your winner AND NEW SAVAGE CHAMPION: SUPREME MACHINE!!!!!

Smith: He did it! Supreme Machine did it! He’s vanquished Thaddeus Duke!

Hood: He’s as good as ever! Holy shit.

~Supreme Machine stands atop the roof looking down at the fans. The moonlight shines behind him giving an impressively eerie image. All the fans look up and chant “OCW!” and “SUMA!” as Supreme Machine...beaten and battered, manages to stand triumphant, reclaiming the title he never lost~

Smith: Supreme Machine is the Savage Champion once again...and now, one has to wonder, will he FINALLY get his OCW Title shot?

Hood: I think that’s gonna be up to the powers that be...mainly, James Raven.

Smith: Indeed...and, as for Duke.

Hood: I can’t speak for the man himself...but I got a feeling we won’t be seeing Thad for awhile.

Smith: Well, I certainly appreciate all the work he put in. For his time here, he was a star.

Hood: No doubt.

Smith: Alright fans...let’s head backstage as we get things cleaned up out here for our next match

~No sooner does the backstage area come into focus, you see Leo moving down a hallway. Cutting past people as he keeps a speed to him, turning a corner he enters the first door to the left. Jason Cashe is pulling an OCW T-Shirt over his head as it falls down over his upper body. Pulling his chain out and letting it hang, he nods to Leo.~

Jason Cashe: My Dooood!

~Waving a hand to wave off any playful pleasantries. Leo looks over at Cyrus Riddle as if what he had to say concerned the both of them.~

Leo: I tried to find out who the Special Guest Referee would be… They are tighter lipped than anything I've ever encountered!

~Cashe laughs. Riddle, wrapping tape around his wrists, approaches from across the room.~

Cyrus Riddle: Referee? I'm not seeing the concern…

~Putting the back of his hand against Riddle's chest, Cashe reminds his partner of why it's supposed to matter.~

Jason Cashe: Hall of Fame Guest Referee. Should we worry about a CJ O'Donnell appearance?

~The name caused Riddle to scrunch his nose and eyebrows in a 'ugh' stare.~

Cyrus Riddle: He's a Hall of Famer here?!

Leo: No… Cashe just wishes CJ would return and he's the only one.

Jason Cashe: That's probably true.. I'm not putting any thought to who is wearing the Zebras. The focus is the Ying Yang Green straps and those who have them but will be leaving them behind tonight!

Cyrus Riddle: Them No Good Bastards…

~Finishing the wrapping of his wrists, Riddle turns and heads back to his gear. Knee Pads are pulled out of his bag as he sits in a chair to put them on. Leo seems intrigued by who the referee could be.~

Leo: What if it's Bifford? He doesn't like you too much Cashe…

Jason Cashe: They need two Zebras to make that shirt. If it's Bifford, you can expect slow counts.

Cyrus Riddle: Because he dislikes you? What did you do to him Cashe?

Jason Cashe: Beat him back in GCWA. It's not him. He drops to make a count and the ring shakes causing the pin to break. It wouldn't be helpful to anyone! Fun game tho, who else could it be Leo?

~Putting thought to it, Leo probably didn't know every Hall of Famer by heart. He listed those he could remember.~

Leo: Alice Knight?

Jason Cashe: Chunky Mustard is BANGING!

Leo: Ummm.. Josh Allen..

Jason Cashe: That's it! He's the referee…

Cyrus Riddle: Why him? Name sounds familiar.

Jason Cashe: James Raven is a Buffalo Bills fan. Josh Allen is the name of their Quarterback.. This confirms it!

Leo: What a Homer…

~Looking directly into the camera, Cashe waves and grabs some instant heat.~

Jason Cashe: American Football is better than.. Saaawkaah! Who else could it be?

Leo: Let me look…

~Pulling out his phone. Leo slides around trying to get to the official Hall of Fame listing. Riddle shakes his head as he slides his second knee pad up his leg.~

Cyrus Riddle: I hope Welsh and Raven aren't putting a Special Guest Referee because they want to apply a slight advantage for us… We don't need an advantage!

Jason Cashe: Sure don't! It doesn't matter who it is, I'll stamp their ass with a return to sender if they help or hurt us in this match. All this is, is another layer to the onion…

Leo: Oohhh.. Maybe Mike Best?

~Cashe's arms lift and flop to his sides. Turning to Riddle, Cashe gives a warning of sorts.~

Jason Cashe: If it's Mike Best, I might not be able to keep my hands to myself.. I don't much like his face.

Cyrus Riddle: We'll cross that bridge if that's who it is. As long as they can count to three, I don't care if it's Michael J Fox and his shaky hands.

~Laughing at Riddle's joke, Cashe gives it a few claps. Appreciating the humor of it.~

Leo: Who knows, maybe Ian Bishop returns again!

Jason Cashe: I'm Unnnaable to give a shit about that dude. I've never seen a bigger 'look at me' than when he came back that last time and he'd probably join XWF just to spite James Raven and still be lackluster in his attempt. Fuck him..

Cyrus Riddle: I can't believe you would bad mouth your Unstable stablemate!

~Waving off Riddle's words. Cashe snatches Leo's phone to look at the listing of Hall of Famers.~

Jason Cashe: Don't know him.. Him either. He's cool..

~Scrolling through the names, Cashe seen a few names he recognized but he wasn't at all sure who would take the position of referee tonight. At the bottom of the list, in the last tier of names, he seen one that made him laugh.~

Jason Cashe: You know, I bet it's this Scoot Time! I heard he was a pretty special guy and it is a Special Guest Referee gig!

~Handing Leo his phone back. Jason Cashe was over the guessing game.~

Jason Cashe: For all I care, they could have brought in John Freakin Blade to referee this match.. Looking at those names and faces on the Hall of Fame list, do you know what I see?

Leo: What?

Jason Cashe: I see the past. Riddle and I have been around the block but in OCW? We are among the new names and since being here, it has been US on the front lines! You got guys like Bam Miller on those same front lines and what I don't see much of is the established names of this promotion out there with us in this fight!

Cyrus Riddle: That big fella, SuMA was out there.

Jason Cashe: You get my point though! You are seeing a new era in OCW and in it, the past will fade to make room for the NOW and we are in that conversation! Tonight marks the beginning of change!

Cyrus Riddle: Titles are changing hands!

Jason Cashe: It's our night, these Bastards might as well be Red Headed because we will slap them like unwanted Stepchildren!

Cyrus Riddle: No matter who is referee, no matter who from XWF felt that tonight was the right night to strike back.. None of it changes the outcome. We win

Jason Cashe: Hands raised.. And New!

Leo: I'm going to go snoop around. I'll catch up with you later! Good luck out there tonight…

~Leaving the room, Leo closes the door behind him. Both Riddle and Cashe were dressed in their ring gear. Black and Red, OCW represented. Tonight was about making a statement.~

Jason Cashe: Time to get this work…

~We cut back to Smith and Hood~

Smith: Cashe and Riddle look readying

Hood: Those guys HAVE to win. We’ve GOT to get those Tag belts backbone

Smith: That match will come a little bit later. But, right now...it’s two OCW originals going at it as former OCW Champion Xavier Lux looks to bounce back against Crash Rodriguez for the Paradigm Championship.

Hood: Crash is super talented. I think tonight’s his night.

Smith: He earned this shot by defeating Ian Dream at Under the Lights. He looks more focused than ever before...and if earlier this evening with Ross Hanson was any indication...he’s harnessed that anger and is using it to make a statement. It’s Xavier Lux. It’s Crash Rodriguez. It’s for the Paradigm Championship...and it’s next!

~Belvedere makes his way back into the ring, now carrying the Paradigm Title.~

Smith: I never knew Belvedere had such an amazing singing voice...

Hood: PLEASE tell me he's not going to sing Bell Biv Devoe again...

Smith: Doesn't look like it. He's all business.

Belvedere: The next contest is scheduled for one fall, and will be for the vacated OCW Paradigm Championship!!

~The audience looks pretty excited about this one. Several are jumping on one rooftop, wanting to see this fight. One guy leans too far out of a window and almost falls, but thankfully a more-sober friend manages to grab him by the back of his shirt.~

Smith: So we're guaranteed another new champion in this one.

Hood: Yeah, and I'm going to be damn happy to not have any more vacated belts for a while! Enough of this shit!

Smith: I think a lot of wrestling fans agree with you, Hood, but circumstances have led to some belts getting held up. At least, after tonight, barring any surprise endings, we should be good.

Hood: The belts all go home with someone tonight! I don't care if it's me, but they're going home with someone!!

Smith: Yeah, it's not going to be you...

Belvedere: Introducing first... standing 5'11" and weighing 207 lbs... from Kansas City, Missouri... Here is "The Crooked Man" Crash Rodriguez!!

~"No Love" by Death Grips begins to play, with the fans turning towards one side where the lights have come on. Crash Rodriguez walks out from there, looking ready for some serious violence here tonight to get his gold. The fans seem happy that they have a barricade between them, supposedly to protect the wrestlers, although we all know better. Crash rolls into the ring and gets to his feet, set for battle. Strangely, there's no sign of Louis Pohl.~

Smith: As far as Crash is concerned, he wasn't expecting a fight here tonight. But now he's going to have to earn that championship.

Hood: I still think there's a chance that Xavier is too hurt to compete. They may just be putting on a show before the official countount.

Smith: ... We already saw him earlier tonight, Hood! He gave Belvedere the Paradigm Championship for safekeeping!

Hood: Well... yeah... but that doesn't mean he's been cleared to wrestle...

Smith: No, I'm pretty sure that's exactly what that means.

Belvedere: His opponent... standing 6'2" and weighing 225 lbs... from Los Angeles, California... he is a former OCW World Champion... Here is "Venom" Xavier Lux!!

~The lights in the building start to flicker, matching the opening riffs and drums of Disturbed's 'The Infection'. After the heavy intro, a brief pyro explosion goes off in the entrance and as lyrics of the song begin, Xavier Lux steps out from behind the smoke left by the pyro. He stands there looking around at the OCW crowd before making his way down the ramp with his signature smirk, keeping his focus in the ring. Once he gets there he slides under the bottom rope and quickly jumps to his feet. He looks around at the crowd who are giving him a nice reaction. He motions with his hands around his waist, signaling he wants the Paradigm championship and the crowd pops a little louder. He then runs the ropes to get the blood pumping and then goes to the corner to do some last minute stretches as he patiently waits for the match to start.~

Smith: It looks to me that Xavier Lux is back to 100 percent after that crash on concrete he took last month.

Hood: I still don't buy it. He's just going to concede once he gets there.

Smith: The guy looks completely fresh, Hood! I think being in London agrees with him.

Hood: We'll see. Even if Lux does fight, Crash will show how injured Lux is really quick, I bet...

~The bell sounds, with Belvedere making sure to get out of the ring. He seems to give a nod towards Xavier, maybe for what happened earlier. Crash walks forward, looking Lux up and down. He doesn't seem convinced that Xavier's going to fight, either. He tells Lux that he can still walk away and heal up, and walks over to the ropes, opening the bottom for him. Xavier doesn't budge from the corner, looking confident.~

Hood: The guy's giving you a deal here, Xavier! Take it! Live to fight another day!

Smith: With what runs in Lux's blood, Hood, you know he'll never back down.

Hood: Maybe if Scorpion would've backed down more often, he'd still be wrestling, ever think of that?

~With Lux showing no signs of departing, Crash shrugs. He seems happy to oblige in beating the man down. He looks towards the ref, but then dashes forward, charging at Lux in the corner. But Lux pushes up off the top rope, springing him over Crash's charge! Crash stops himself from hitting the turnbuckle, spinning around, but he comes out right into Lux's hip toss! Crash leaps up, furious, and charges again, only to take a second hip toss! Crash pounds on the mat and leaps up again, swinging at Lux, who catches his arm to give him an arm drag takedown! Crash rolls out of the ring, absolutely losing it as he stomps outside, cursing heavily. Lux just waits for him, not looking like he exerted himself at all.~

Smith: So still think Lux is faking being healthy?

Hood: I... I... fuck...

Smith: Crash may have expected a gimme here tonight, but Xavier is ready to fight for that gold!

~Crash paces a few more times on the cobbled street outside, telling a mocking fan near him to shut up. He looks back at the ring, where Lux has pulled up on the bottom rope, 'returning the favor'. Crash, pissed, jumps up on the apron, ready to charge in, only for Lux to catch him with a forearm to the side of the head. Crash doesn't fall, hanging on, so Lux rears back again. But this time Crash manages to block it with one arm, while reaching out with the other and raking across Lux's eyes, blinding him!! Lux stumbles away, trying to clear his sight, as Crash finally manages to get into the ring. As Lux turns back to him, Crash locks onto him and twists, before hitting a spinning neckbreaker!! Lux hits hard, stunned, as Crash sits next to him for a moment, apparently working to calm himself down.~

Smith: Crash lands a wicked neckbreaker to get back in control, after going for the oldest trick in the book.

Hood: Kick to the balls?

Smith: No, a rake of the eyes, Hood.

Hood: I think a dick kick came first, personally...

~As Lux recovers, working to sit up, Crash gets in behind him, putting a knee into Lux's back while punching away at the side of his head! The fans seem to mostly be supporting Lux early on, trying to encourage him to get up as Crash lands a few more shots. He then grabs Lux by the head, pulling him up and dragging him towards the side. With one motion, Crash grabs Lux and tosses him over the top rope! Crash turns to the audience on the other side, smug, but missing the fact that Lux is already coming back into the ring, having skinned the cat! He gets to his feet as Crash spins around, sensing trouble. But Crash is too late as Lux kicks him in the gut, then takes him over with a snap suplex! He doesn't release, coming back up and landing a second snap suplex, then a third, as the crowd starts to howl... literally.~

Smith: An interesting reaction from the fans here in England...

Hood: You'd think they saw Xavier Lux's dreamscape or something...

Smith: Whatever the reason, Lux is feeling like he's got a little bit of home field advantage tonight.

~The fans continue to throw some howls up, trying to mess with Xavier. He doesn't turn towards them, but he definitely has a bit of a smile on his face as he pulls Rodriguez up. He easily lifts up the smaller man and bodyslams him, knocking the wind out of Crash. Lux adds in an elbow drop for good measure and makes the first cover of the match... but Crash is kicking out almost before the ref can get into position, still having a lot in the tank. Lux doesn't look concerned, as he grabs hold of Crash's arm and hauls him up, before shooting him into the corner via a whip. He runs at Crash for a leaping splash... and Crash twists out of the way, with Lux hitting the corner instead! As Lux staggers back out, Crash quickly grabs him by the head and hits a high-impact DDT, then makes the pin.~

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Smith: And Lux quickly kicks out!

Hood: Crash is already testing that neck and spine of Lux, isn't he? He knows that's where the healing most likely isn't complete!

Smith: Maybe, but it appears he's going to have to attack it a hell of a lot more if he wants to take full control.

Hood: If there's anything someone like Crash knows, it's fucking someone up.

~Crash has gotten Xavier back up by this time, slugging away at him with right hands. He clotheslines Lux over the ropes, and this time he can't catch himself, falling to the outside! The fans look a little worried, since we are sitting in the middle of a street. Crash is already rolling outside, anxious to do more damage. He picks up Lux, taking him over to the barricade and slamming Lux's head into it!! Xavier stumbles away, knocked for a loop. Crash follows, though, banging Lux into another barricade, then pulling him over to a clear spot of cobblestone. He grabs hold of Lux's arms, setting him up for a Pedigree into the stone!! The crowd screams, not wanting to see this, but Lux suddenly straightens up, flipping Crash over top and causing him to crash back-first onto the street! He rolls in agony as Lux steadies himself, knowing he just dodged a bullet.~

Smith: Crash was trying to end this in one quick, brutal move!

Hood: Hey, it's smart. The belt's vacated, so no one's got the champ's advantage. You can win that belt by pinning your opponent, sure, but you can also win via countout.

Smith: That'd be an awful way to win gold, Hood.

Hood: There's no such thing as "an awful way to win gold". Every way is absolutely great!

~Lux has moved back a foot or two now, lining up Crash as the man starts to get up. As Rodriguez turns, Lux runs towards him at an angle, surprisingly leaping up a little earlier and coming off the barricade... to land a leaping kick to the side of the head!! Crash tumbles to the ground, barely bracing his fall, as Lux comes comfortably to a stop over him. The crowd cheers, watching as Lux drags Rodriguez back up. He lashes out another kick at him, with Crash instinctively catching the foot. But this was all part of the plan, as Xavier spins into an enziguri, taking Crash down again! Fans are howling again, while Lux turns back to the referee, who has been counting this whole time. Xavier rolls into the ring, getting to his feet.~

Hood: You see? Even Xavier knows that he can win this belt the easy way!

Smith: From the way he's moving, I don't think Lux is looking for the countout...

Hood: What are you talking about... oh, damn!

~The ref's count has gotten high now, but he stops as his attention focuses on Lux, who has hit the ropes on the other side of the ring. He runs forward, past the startled ref, and leaps out with an over the top rope flipping pescado into the rising Crash!!! The crowd is exploding, loving the chance to see Xavier Lux fly live and in person. The referee, shrugging his shoulders, starts the count again at 1, watching to see if either wrestler is going to quickly get up after a plunge like that. Crash doesn't appear to be rising, having taken the brunt of it, but Lux has already gotten up on one knee.~

Hood: So how much did a move like that take out of Lux? Damn stupid, the countout was right there!

Smith: Crash was already getting up, though.

Hood: So go through the ropes and kick him a few more times! Why risk your neck when you don't have to??

~Lux drags a hurting Crash to his feet and slowly brings him over to the ring apron. He bangs Crash's head off the apron once, just for good measure, before rolling him back into the ring. Lux follows, getting to his feet. As Rodriguez tries to get up, holding his head, Lux is right there, jumping up onto his shoulders and quickly snapping him down with a hurricanrana! Rodriguez hits hard, laying flat on the mat, as Lux springs to his feet. He runs to the turnbuckle, quickly hauling himself up. The fans are cheering as Lux gets his balance, looking down at Crash. He leaps off, landing a high frogplash elbow onto Rodriguez!! Lux takes a second to recover, then makes the pin, grabbing a leg.~

1!

2!

KICKOUT!!

Smith: I thought that might be it!

Hood: Yeah, gotta admit, I was about to tear up my bet on this one...

Smith: You BET on Lux to lose??

Hood: I DIDN'T THINK HE WOULD COMPETE!!! It seemed like such easy money, damn it....

~The referee is hovering around now, in case Lux wants to try again. But the wrestler is already getting to his feet. He waits behind a recovering Crash, reaching out to grab him from behind... and Crash instinctively throws a leg behind him, catching Lux with a low blow!!! Somehow, being in front, the referee missed it, as Lux slumps, his legs buckling from the hit. Crash staggers forward, coming off the ropes and charging back at Lux with a slingblade!! Lux hits hard, but struggles to get back up, still wincing from the shot he took. But Crash is right there to grab him, gasping as he takes Lux down with a facebuster! Both wrestlers are down, giving Crash some recovery time, as the ref watches both men.~

Smith: What a dirty shot!

Hood: It was just instinct! Besides, I think it's rather fitting...

Smith: What do you mean?

Hood: We're in London, and someone just took a shot to the crown jewels.

Smith: Damn it, walked right into that one.

~Crash is struggling to get up, feeling the effects of this one. He stumbles over to Lux, grabbing at his legs, wanting to apply a Boston crab! But Lux is already fighting, kicking him away, so Crash instead tries to get his arm for a Crossface submission! But Lux is fighting that too, so a frustrated Crash takes a few steps away, still recovering. As Lux starts to get back up, though, Crash charges at him, taking him back down with a knee to the face!! Lux is down, as Crash walks away from him, towards the turnbuckle. He starts to pull himself up, wanting to go for something dangerous. The ref moves back, making sure he's out of the way, as Rodriguez gets to the top and stares down at his fallen opponent.~

Hood: We've got a mid-air Crash on the way!

Smith: This could be Crash's last opportunity, as he's been looking more fatigued the longer this one goes!

Hood: All he needs to do is hit this one move and it's over, fatigue be damned!

~The crowd is booing as Rodriguez takes a moment to make sure he's got the right balance, before leaping into the air with a diving headbutt!! He flies in with perfect form, aiming directly at his opponent... or at least where his opponent was, as Lux has managed to roll out of the way!! Crash hits the mat face-first, kicking his feet rapidly from the pain as he rolls back and forth! Lux pulls himself up, shaking off the low blow he took earlier, and glares over at Crash. He steps over to him, pulling Crash up and shooting him into the corner. As Crash hits the pads, Lux follows him in, leaping high and scoring the Toxin (Picture Perfect Drop Kick In Corner)!!! Rodriguez slumps in the corner, barely moving, as Lux gets back to his feet. He flashes a gesture towards the fans, who know what that means.~

Smith: Looks like Lux is ready to end this one!

Hood: Uh oh, someone find Pohl fast!

Smith: Where is that guy, anyway?

Hood: Do I look like a lawyer locator??

~Lux has worked Rodriguez up now, lifting him onto the turnbuckle. Lux goes up with him, getting to the top, and striking him a few times to keep him good and stunned. Lux then works himself underneath Crash, managing to lift him up onto his shoulders! He straightens up, getting Crash into a good fireman's carry, with the crowd starting to come unglued for what's about to happen. Crash suddenly struggles, trying to fight his way free, but Lux has him perfectly locked in now. He turns himself around, facing out to the crowd, then suddenly launches Rodriguez off of him with The Cure (DVD off the top)!! But he doesn't send Crash towards the mat; instead, Rodriguez flies outside, landing on the cobblestone with an enormous thud!!!!

Smith: Oh my god!!!

Hood: Fuck!! Forget the lawyer, we need a medic out here!!

Smith: Lux just showed us the true version of The Cure, and Crash may never be the same!!!

~The crowd is chanting "Holy Shit!" as Crash is lying in a heap outside. Lux fell as well, but managed to catch himself partially on the way down, so he's not badly hurt. He pulls himself back into the ring and sits in the corner, breathing heavily from exertion, as the referee begins to count out his opponent. The fans are chanting along as we hear 1... 2... 3... 4...~

Hood: Fucking hell, he's stealing my idea!

Smith: Is Xavier Lux really going to win this championship via countout??

Hood: Hell, moving Crash at this point would be more hazardous, so he might be doing the guy a favor...

~The count continues, reaching 6, then 7. Lux pulls himself up, looking outside, as the referee reaches 8. Lux then shakes his head and nudges the referee, telling him to stop, before turning and rolling out of the ring!~

Hood: What the hell is he thinking??

Smith: I don't think Lux wants to have that on the record as how he won, Hood.

Hood: Nobody would see that, they'd just see the new champ! Stupid... but then, I don't think Crash is going to be able to make him regret it...

~The ref, a little thrown off, shakes his head as Lux walks over to the downed Crash. Lux grabs him by the arm, hauling him up and getting him on his shoulder like a piece of butchered lamb from the market down the street. Lux brings the broken wrestler to the apron, easily rolling him inside. Rodriguez hasn't moved on his own since the back-breaking landing he suffered. Lux pulls himself in as well, dropping onto Crash and making the cover, holding a leg for good measure as the referee quickly moves in to make the fast count.~

1!

2!

3!!!!

Belvedere: Here is your winner, and the NEW OCW Paradigm Champion... "Venom" Xavier Lux!!!

~The crowd gives another throaty howl of celebration as Lux slowly gets up, turning to take the championship back into his possession. He is definitely smiling now.~

Smith: What started out as an extremely competitive match ended with domination from Xavier Lux!

Hood: Yeah, I think Crash came in expecting such an easy contest, just getting the belt handed to him, that he wasn't mentally ready to go the distance. Should have prepared more...

Smith: C'mon, you yourself said that Lux wouldn't compete.

Hood: Fuck... I just remembered that bet... damn it!!!

Smith: Serves you right for voting against Xavier. He's now got his second title in OCW, although you know he's still thinking about getting back to that first one. We'll have to see what happens in the final months of this year, but for now, he can paint London red!

Hood: As long as he stays human doing it, good for him.

~Lux climbs the turnbuckle, raising the Paradigm Championship overhead. The crowd is celebrating as they were hoping for this result. Medics are already in the ring, checking on Crash, who still looks to be out of it after the Cure onto the road outside. We cut away~

~We cut to the backstage catering area where Insanely Hot Female is in a puddle of chunky mustard on the floor, flipping and flopping like a fish out of water… or in medical terms, having a seizure. A few OCW crew members approach her, but instantly stop to ogle her curvy body as she shakes on the ground. Finally someone with authority and compassion takes charge. That person? Knife Man.

~Knife man proceeds to start giving her CPR through his mask. He pumps her chest trying to bring her to life as the male crew members, and one lesbian begin using their hats as a fan to cool themselves down.. Finally a medical team rushes over to her shaky body accidently kicking her buzzing cell phone down the hallway. A bird-like foot stops the phone from going any further. A feathers wing picks up the phone and as the camera pans up with the phone it reveals to be Alice Knight in the OWLIE costume. Alice watches as the paramedics take care of Insanely Hot Female. She shakes her head in disapproval.~

Alice: See, that's why you get your Covid Vaccine shot, your flu shot and rabies shot. Probably other shots too...

~She looks at the phone.~

Alice: Hmmm. Should I? Shall I? Screw it…

~She answers the call.~

James Raven: What the hell is going on there, Insanely Hot Female? You were supposed to be my eyes and ears at the Pay Per View tonight.

~Alice pulls at her OWLIE suit neck collar awkwardly. She looks around trying to hand the phone off to someone. But just sees Knife Man creepily staring at her through the crowd of perverted OCW crew members and medical staff. She turns around and walks the other way while Knife Man watches. Alice thinks fast and does a bad British accent.~

Alice: ARGHHHHH Matey!

~Her British accent happens to sound like an angry pirate.

Alice; Arghhhh,.. It's I, Insanely Hot eMail!

James Raven: Hottie- Male? What?

Alice: Errr, um. Argh, I mean FEMALE. Me, argh. What can I do for yee, boss?

James Raven: What the hell is happening over there?

~Alice covers her phone and thinks out loud to herself.~

Alice: Think! Think! What do secretaries do?

~Alice goes back to the phone~

Alice: Just, um, argh, doing paperwork stuff. I used a stapler earlier. Fax machines and grilling racoon flesh for supper... er, i mean, um, dinner... yeah. Dinner.

James Raven: … seems legit. Well, pay attention and keep me updated. You’re here to make my job easier, it’s not like the company hired you to be a pretty face or something. Now, I’m going to need you to do a couple of things for me. Someone from the venue should have the proceeds from “People’s GOAT” merchandise sales for me, figure that out and grab it for me. Also, talk to the production staff and let them know they’ll have to give me a few minutes on a feed at some point. I have a few things to let the fans know.

~Alice checks her pockets for a pad and paper, and for some crazy reason has one. However, she begins to doodle instead of writing any of the General Managers instructions down.~

James Raven: You got that?

Alice: Absolutely, your majesty.

~Her British accent is spot on.~

James Raven: … Excuse me?

Alice: Erm, nothing boss. Uh, I’m on it! You can count on me, I’m an expert with the stapler now.

James Raven: Right. I think I’m going to hang up now.

Alice: That may be for the best.

~The line disconnects, leaving Alice alone in the hallway with a thoughtful expression on her face.~

Hood: I’m sure absolutely no shenanigans will come from this.

Smith: Your sarcasm was thick, there.

Hood: Never talk about my girth on the air, partner.

~Fade out.~

~We cut elsewhere where Chris Page and Marcus Welsh are walking towards an awaiting limo away from the scene of tonight’s action~

Marcus Welsh: We really appreciate you agreeing to be our consultant. I have no doubts that this will be a mutually beneficial relationship.

Chris Page: It’s not a problem. You sure you don’t want me to stick around? Something tells me that regardless of how locked down you think we’ve got this site it’s still an outdoor event. Theo would be stupid not to strike back.

Marcus Welsh: If he manages to get through the barriers in place then my roster will be more than happy to continue thrashing his.

~Marcus extends his hand out which Chris shakes~

Marcus Welsh: I’m going to head back and finish this show. I’ll see you in a bit.

~They release their handshake as Marcus walks back up the street towards the location of the ring. Chris watches as Marcus disappears in the distance. Chris turns and walks up to his limo where he opens the back driver’s side door… before he can enter the limo a pair of feet connect with Page’s midsection~

~Page staggers backward away from the limo where we see emerging from the limo is none other than wrestling legend CENTURION!~

~Chris Page comes forward swinging with a right hand that Centurion blocks and counters with a headbutt across the nose! Centurion kicks Page in the gut where he snatches Page by the head and hair where he brings him back across the street sending him face first through the back driver’s side window of the limo!~

~Centurion dusts off his shoulder before we see him walk up to Page who falls down to the street, his head busted wide open. Centurion reaches down towards Page with his right hand where he fires up the middle finger!~

HOOD: Centurion has just shown up and exacted some revenge on Chris Page over an incident that happened in New York!

SMITH: From what I’ve heard this has nothing to do with a inter-fed war more so than a personal vendetta between two Hall of Famers.

~Centurion ducks into the shadows exacting a bit of revenge on Chris Page~

Smith: We need help out there! Page is injured!

Hood: I thought Centurion was old...that guy doesn’t fight like an old man. He looks like he’s in his prime.

Smith: He’s a legend for a reason, Hood. And, if he’s lurking...I can only imagine who else is around here...security had better remain on high alert.

Hood: I kinda wonder how good an informant Page is if he just got blindsided by a guy he’s known for twenty years...give or take.

Smith: I wouldn’t question the expertise of Chris Page. These things happen, it’s wrestling. We needed an insider and we’ve got one...we’re winning this war with him at our side, by the way.

Hood: That we are. JUST THINKING OUT LOUD

Smith: Well, so far so good, fans. We’ve had a stand out event without any intruders. Only two matches remain...and they are the biggest ones on the card. Before we get to them...I’m told...yes, I’m told we’ve got an XWF wrestler trying to gain access into the event!

Hood: Zybala! Get your shotgun! It’s blasting time!

~The scene switches to the backstage area in the parking lot and the normally calm, confident, and collected Atara Themis is anything but~

Atara Themis: Άκου, Dove, δεν είμαι μαζί σου, ο Vee παρασύρθηκε! Πρέπει να πας να πάρεις τον μπαμπά- Νόξ! Καλεσε την αστυνομια!

Security Guard: I don’t understand a word you are saying! Slow down and in english please…

Atara Themis: *sigh* Listen Dove I am not eff’ing with you, Vee was taken! You gotta go get dad- Knox! Call the police!

Smith: oh my God, if this is true….

Hood:… lawsuits haven’t killed us yet.

~The security guard grabs his walkie talkie and radios for the Knife Man to tell Knux the head of security~

Security Guard: Yeah Miss Themis is out here saying Victoria Strader got abducted in front of her.

~What we hear back is unintelligible walkie talkie static but security understands~

Security Guard: Yeah I believe her. Someone should tell Mr Knox as well. ~More garble~

Smith: Hood, when is the last time someone got abducted by gunpoint here in OCW?

Hood: I believe it was the first and only time someone admitted to being a Zybala fan.

Smith: HOOD

Hood: Well, you asked!

Smith: This is serious stuff, fans. We’ve been so vigilant about XWF invading that we’ve neglected to watch after our own talent and now...now one of the youngest, and brightest on our roster has been taken!

Hood: You see? This is what happens when you hang out with Atari Themix. She’s bad news.

Smith: You sound like Victoria Strader’s father right now.

Hood: Fuck.

Smith: Fans, we’ll have more on this situation as it develops. But, as they say, the show must go on.

Hood: I’m sure the Strader family understands. So, what’s next?

Smith: Well, it’s time for what could be the most pivotal match of the night.

Hood: It’s main event time already?!

Smith: No, Hood. It’s Tag Team action.

Hood: You make it sound so dirty.

Smith: This mach has been moved to the penultimate spot on the card given the talent and weight of the encounter. This whole OCW/XWF war can be traced back to an exact moment...a moment that took place in the Demilitarized area separating North and South Korea. An event called ‘Across Enemy Lines’.

Hood: Ugh, don’t remind me.

Smith: Byson Kaliban and Krayzie put the OCW Titles on the line against Them No Good Bastards who put their XWF Tag Titles on the line. It was a tremendous match between two great teams that was ruined by The Incredible One.

Hood: Yea, that fuckin guy was SO EAGER to get back into OCW he fucked us over and basically handed out Tag Titles to another company.

Smith: Yes, and…

Hood: He was also SO EAGER to get back into OCW that he totally flopped against James Raven.

Smith: That did happen, but back on task. Since that fateful day, the OCW Titles have been around the waists of a team from another promotion. And, OCW has been at war.

Hood: Yep. I’m no fan of anything XWF but credit to Them No Good Bastards, they’re good. We even hosted a 32 person tag tournament to get the belts off those bastards...and they still won!

Smith: Indeed. So, Marcus Welsh went out and he hired two legends in an attempt to wrestle those belts from Thunder Knuckles and Bobby Bourbon. Two main event level mercenaries combining their talents to topple what many believe to be the best tag team in pro wrestling.

Hood: If Cashe and Riddle can’t do it...who can?

Smith: That’s, hopefully a question we won’t have to ask. Fans, there’s tons of questions and controversy surrounding this one...including rumors of an OCW Hall of Famer returning to referee the match.

Hood: Wouldn’t surprise me. Loyalty is at an all time high right now...a premium placed on promotional pride. We need those Tag Titles, Smith. One legend ripped them away from us, perhaps we need another legend to bring them home.

Smith: It’s the biggest tag title match in company history. It’s The Bastards defending the OCW Titles against Jason Cashe and Cyrus Riddle...and, it’s next!

~Belvedere stands in the ring. The fans are buzzing...they know what’s about to take place. Intensity. Tension. It’s at an all time high. Emotions are running high for this one. Promotional pride is at stake~

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen...it is now time for the OCW Tag Team Championship match!

~HUGE pop. The fans instantly break out an “OCW!” chant~

Belvedere: Introducing first, the challengers…

~Alpha and Omega by King 810 hits! HUGE ovation from the fans as Cyrus Riddle, a man that needs no introduction, steps out of the face building. He marches down the steps and turns down the barricaded aisle down the street. He pauses and waits. "Ready or Not" Fugees begins to play throughout the Whitechapel city limits. Jason Cashe steps out...he hustles down the steps and gives Riddle a fist bump. The duo...two men who know each other better than most brothers, make their way to the ring~

Belvedere: Two legends in the industry, looking to bring the OCW Tag Titles home...the team of Cyrus Riddle and Jason Cashe!!!

~Cashe and Riddle hit the ring. Riddle backs into his team’s corner, focused and prepared. Cashe marches around the ring, talking shit, ready to get his hands on the bastards~

Smith: Huge ovation for Cashe and Riddle. These OCW fans are ready to see a wrong righted. They are ready for those titles to come home!

Hood: Feels like tonight’s the night, Smith!

Belvedere: And, their opponents…

~INSTANT BOOS~

~The Bastards tron hits the side of a building. People wonder WHY ARE WE CONTINUING TO PROMOTE THESE GUYS. Probably because the entrance video is pretty cool and, well, these guys are still our champions...even if they rep the blue of XWF. Anyway, TK and Bourbon emerge from the dark alley reserved for the less than savory characters competing in tonight’s event. TK leads the way, holding his OCW Title high in the air, talking shit to any and every fan that can hear him. Bourbon’s title is draped over his shoulder~

Belvedere: They are the reigning and defending OCW Tag Team Champions. They are the XWF Champions...representing the XWF...they are...THEM NO GOOD BASTARDS!!

~BOOOOOOOO~

Smith: And there they are, Hood. The two men who helped kickstart an entire promotional war.

Hood: The greatest tag team in the sport. I’ll give them that. But they have our fuckin belts. We need those back.

Smith: Indeed. If you’ll notice, the XWF Tag belts are not present.

Hood: Yea, they aren’t stupid enough to risk those getting taken. Fuckin Who’Re...she really fucked us with some idiotic decisions.

~TK rolls into the ring. Bourbon steps through the ropes. Cashe stands in the center of the ring. TK walks right up to him, talking shit. Cashe returns the favor. Bourbon lingers behind TK. Riddle steps up behind Cashe. The four men appear ready to go to blows~

Smith: Two of the biggest mouths in pro-wrestling are having words.

Hood: Probably asking how each other’s moms are.

Smith: Really? That’s sweet.

Hood: After that dicking they gave them.

Smith: Ah!

~Belvedere dives out of the ring. This could explode at any moment. Cashe and TK are nose to nose, hurling insutls. Bourbon and Riddle are ready to spring into action at the first sign of violence~

Smith: Where’s Scruff? It just dawned on me we have no referee.

Hood: Nobody to control these guys...geezus.

Smith: I -

~That famous guitar riff blasts through the scene, cutting through the tension. The fans lose their fuckin minds as “Kickstart My Heart” by Motley Crue plays~

Smith: NO WAY

Hood: OH SHIT

~A spotlight hits the street to find the giant, hulking, muscular visage of OCW legend, Marvelous Mario Maurako~

Smith: It IS him! Triple M! The Marvelous One! Mario Maurako is back!

Hood: He’s a tag team legend, Smith. He and Paras put Tag Team wrestling on the MAP right here in OCW.

Smith: Indeed. Marcus Welsh is pulling out all the stops for this one!

~Maurako marches toward the ring. He’s sporting a cut off sleeve ref shirt. The fans dive over the barricade, trying to touch him, high five him. But Mario remains calm...he’s seen it all before. He hustles up the steps and enters into the ring. TK and Bourbon look at him like, “Who the fuck is this guy.” Cashe and Riddle look on with confidence. Mario takes a moment to play to the crowd. “MARIO! MARIO!”~

Smith: These fans are on fire!

Hood: TK and Bourbon may not know who Maurako is...but they’re about to find out. A two time Hall of Famer...this man bleeds OCW. He’d do ANYTHING for this promotion.

~Mario gets between the two teams, motioning for them to head to their corners. Riddle and Cashe comply. Mario asks for the OCW Tag Titles. Bourbon hands his over. TK is reluctant, bitching about what feels like an unfair advantage. Mario rips the title from him. The crowd goes wild. TK looks around like, “You see this shit?”~

Smith: I don’t think Thunder Knuckles likes what’s going on.

Hood: Would you? In their shoes...would you?

Smith: Probably not.

~As if there were any doubt. Mario backs up, standing in front of Cashe and Riddle. He holds the OCW Tag Titles high, signaling where his loyalties lie. The fans go WILD! “OCW!” chants dominate the scene. TK is like, “This is some bullshit!” He turns to Bourbon~

Smith: Well, this does not portend great things if you’re The Bastards or an XWF fan.

Hood: Again, Mario was brought in for a reason. He’s going to clean up the mess TIO made...like he’s been doing since 2014.

~Mario turns. Cashe and Riddle part, giving him room to hand the titles to Belvedere, who takes them to the time keeper table for safe keeping. He motions for the bell, it rings. TK and Bourbon rush forward! They get the jump on Cashe and Riddle! Riddle and Cashe try fighting back but Bourbon and TK’s early jump is enough to send the legendary duo reeling. Cashe staggers back, bumping into Mario. Mario turns around, he sees the OCW wrestlers being attacked by the XWF talent. Mario steps in and helps Riddle and Cashe out. He wallops TK with a punch, giving Cashe the advantage. He turns around and drills Bourbon in the head, staggering the big man...Riddle rushes forward. The three men take it to The Bastards. Cashe delivers three rapid forearm strikes into TK’s jaw before knocking him down with a straight right hand. TK rolls out of the ring. Riddle has Bourbon back on his heels...he charges forward with a huge lariat, sending Bourbon to the mat...he, too, rolls out of the ring. The fans go wild~

Smith: With a little aid from Mario, Riddle and Cashe have sent The Bastards out of the ring!

Hood: A LITTLE aid...I mean, I like it...but c’mon.

~TK checks on Bourbon. He marches paces, yelling at fans nearby. He looks for someone, ANYONE to plead his case to...but it’s all OCW everywhere. He looks inside the ring at Maurako, Cashe, and Riddle. It’s a hopeless scenario~

Smith: Do they pack up and quit?

Hood: Nah, The Bastards are a lot of things, but quitters they are not.

Smith: Indeed.

~TK and Bourbon confer. Mario yells at them to get back in the ring. TK dares Mario to count them out, knowing the belts do not transfer on a count out...or a DQ. It appears TK and Bourbon reach a plan. TK snares a chair from under the ring and hops on the apron with it. Mario warns him not to bring the chair in the ring but TK, again, knows Mario won’t DQ him~

Smith: Thunder Knuckles showing his intelligence. A DQ would result in the titles remaining with The Bastards.

Hood: So he’s just gonna take that chair in the ring and wreck shop.

Smith: Apparently.

~Maurako reaches over the ropes to grab the chair. TK pulls it back, yelling at Mario. The ring shakes. Mario side steps and Cashe flies through the ropes with a spear!!! He cuts right through TK, taking him off the apron. Bourbon looks up and the two men crash on top of him, flattening him out on the floor!!! The fans go wild. Mario folds his arms and smirks. TK and Bourbon are down. Cashe pops to his feet, fired up. Riddle steps through the ropes and hops off the apron...he hustles around the ring post, joining Cashe. Cashe grabs TK and irish whips him into the ring apron...TK’s back spikes against the edge. Cashe wastes zero time in grabbing TK by his ridiculous hair and slinging him head first into the guard rail!! He hits HARD. The fans at ringside go wild!~

Smith: Cashe has laid Thunder Knuckles out! What a spear!

Hood: Man, this fucking thing might be over.

Smith: It certainly feels like it!

~Cashe pulls Bourbon up, hooking both arms behind him. Riddle throws a roundhouse kick, smacking Bourbon upside his head. He staggers, dazed. Riddle snares him and tosses him over his head and into the steps with a Release T-Bone Suplex!!! Bourbon CRASHES into the side of the steps, sending the top portion flying from the bottom. Riddle pops back to his feet and slaps Cashe on the chest...feels good to be fighting again. Cashe nods...he grabs TK and slings him into the ring. TK rolls toward the center, coming to rest at Maurako’s feet. Mario delivers a casual stomp into the side of TK’s head. The fans go wild~

Smith: Umm, well, Maurako...yea.

Hood: Total accident.

Smith: Sure.

~Riddle finds the apron, standing in his team’s corner for a tag...should the situation arise. Cashe doesn’t cover TK...instead, he pummels TK in the head with straight right hands, battering the brains of B.OB.’s loudest mouth. He pulls TK to his feet and whips him into a corner. TK hits hard. He winces in pain. Cashe charges in, wildly...he leaps for a splash...but TK moves!!! Cashe slams into the buckles and backs away, staggered...TK rolls him up for a pin! But, Mario just stands there...refusing to count. Cashe kicks out and a wounded TK gets to his feet, screaming at Mario~

Smith: You think Mario forgot how to count to three?

Hood: TK’s said all week...all the ref has to do is count the 1, 2, and 3. Looks like Mario wasn’t listening.

Smith: Sheesh.

~Cashe pops back to his feet and delivers a crushing knee lift to the back of TK’s head. TK stumbles around...he turns, facing Cashe. Cashe claps his hands around TK’s head, dropping him to the mat. Cashe doesn’t let him rest...he yanks TK back to his feet and slings him into his team’s corner. He runs in and CRUSHES TK’s midsection with a spear. He reaches out and tags Riddle. Riddle steps into the ring. Cyrus finds the center of the ring. Cashe whips TK toward Riddle...Riddle leaps up and nearly decapitates TK with a Yakuza Kick!!! TK’s body slams backwards, onto the mat. Riddle makes the cover. Mario slides in~

1!2!NOOOO

Smith: WOW

Hood: Fast fucking count...but TK kicked out even faster.

Smith: Honestly, can’t believe that wasn’t it.

~Mario shakes his head. He should have counted faster. Riddle doesn’t give TK anytime to recover. He pulls him back to his feet and slings him into the ropes...TK bounces off and Riddle hoists him into a Fireman’s Carry...he spins TK around and drops him with a neckbreaker!! TK is down!!! Maurako is already on the mat, ready to count the pin. Riddle goes for the cover~

Smith: This is it!

Hood: No way Mario doesn’t end it here.

1!2! -

Smith: Wait a…

~Bourbon YANKS Mario out of the ring before he can count the three. Mario starts to warn him, but Bobby knows the threats are fruitless...so he charges forward and takes Mario down with a HUGE lariat!! Mario hits HARD. Riddle pops back to his feet, trying to process what’s going on. Bobby pulls Mario back to his feet...he knees Maurako in the gut...he hooks Mario around the waist and DRILLS him into the bottom portion of the steps (the top had been separated) with a POWERBOMB!!! Mario is laid out, motionless atop the separated steps. The fans BOO. Bobby glares down at Mario...murderous intent in his eyes. Cashe hops off the apron and runs around...he jumps up and goes for a Thesz Press...but Bobby catches him, spins around and drills him into the floor with a Spinebuster! Riddle, watching all this go on, doesn’t see TK standing, behind him. TK runs up and knees Riddle in the back...he turns Riddle around and drops him with a DDT. The boos are pouring in, now. TK sits up and motions for Bobby to enter the ring, he does~

Smith: They’ve destroyed Maurako! Cashe is down! Riddle is down! This is chaotic!

Hood: Well, we set the tone by making Mario the referee. The Bastards are simply doing whatever they can to compete.

Smith: That they are. And, as previously stated, The Bastards know Mario won’t DQ them.

Hood: He can’t.

~Bobby pulls Riddle to his feet. Cyrus is wobbling. TK and Bobby get on opposite sides of Riddle...they measure Cyrus up and they lunge forward, dropping him with Skullbuster (stereo haymakers)!!!! Riddle’s body goes stiff...he falls back, landing on the mat. TK makes the cover...Bobby looks around for a ref...they need a replacement ref~

Smith: Mario is out...are we gonna get a new ref?

~The crowd begins to BOO as we see OCW’s third ref PUFF rush to the ring~

Smith: It’s PUFF

Hood: Fuck me

Smith: What? He’s OCW.

Hood: He’s also a ‘purist’...you know he’s gonna call this shit down the middle.

Smith: That...that is true.

~Puff’s fat body barely makes it under the bottom rope...but he does slide kinda like a beached whale to the center. He makes the count~

1!

2!

SHOULDER UP

Smith: Yea, you’re right. Puff isn’t going to show any bias.

Hood: We need Mario to wake up!

~Puff orders Bourbon to get on the apron. Bobby ignores him. Puff threatens a DQ~

Smith: Umm, I think Puff really might DQ these guys.

Hood: If he does, his ass needs to be fired.

~TK looks down at Riddle. He looks outside the ring at Cashe. He spots Mario...all three down and looking quite defeated. He motions for Bourbon to comply...they have a discussion and Bourbon heads for their corner. TK pulls Riddle to his feet and whips him into his team’s corner...he hits hard. TK charges in and jumps up, crushing Riddle with double knees. He tags Bourbon into the match~

Smith: I think The Bastards want to pin Riddle...make a statement.

Hood: It’s hubris, for sure. Could bite them in the ass...I mean, a DQ ensures they leave with the belts.

Smith: Yea, but it’s a loss. These guys want to win. Now that they’ve got a fair and impartial ref, they know they can win.

Hood: Fuckin hate Puff.

~TK takes the apron. Bourbon drives his shoulder into Riddle twice. He then hoists Riddle onto his shoulders and crushes him into the mat with a Samoan Drop. Bourbon pops back to his feet...the dangerous man is not only huge, but he’s quick. Riddle rolls around, holding his midsection in pain. Puff asks Riddle if he wants to give it up...but Cyrus pushes him away. Bourbon yanks Riddle off the mat and kicks him in the gut. He hooks him for a POWERBOMB! The crowd rises...they hold their breath with anxiety. Bobby gets Riddle up, but Cyrus jams a thumb into Bobby’s eye!!! Bourbon is staggered...Riddle hops over Bourbon’s head, landing behind him. Bobby spins around and gets smacked with a hook kick!!! Bobby stumbles around...Riddle dives into his corner...but nobody is there!~

Smith: Where’s Cashe?

Hood: Is he still down?

~We cut to Cashe...he’s crawling his way on the floor, reaching for the apron to pull himself up. The fans urge him to hurry. Riddle extends his hand out...Cashe climbs onto the apron. He reaches his feet and he dives for the tag...but Bourbon yanks Riddle out of the corner!!! Jason misses the tag! The fans boo! Bourbon spins Riddle around and tosses him over with a Belly to Belly Suplex!! The ring shakes from impact. Bourbon pops to his feet and he tags TK back in~

Smith: Cashe missed tagging in by an inch!

Hood: Talk about wild swings of momentum...this match was a lock for OCW when the bell rang...now, the Bastards look unbeatable.

~TK yanks Riddle to his feet and whips him into his team’s corner. Bourbon whips TK toward Riddle...TK hits a knee lift, smacking Cyrus under the chin. TK moves and Bourbon charges in with a lariat!!! Bobby moves allowing TK to hit ANOTHER lariat. Bourbon then finishes Riddle off with a back elbow!!! TK tosses Riddle into the center of the ring where he crashes and winds up on his back. Bourbon finds the apron as TK makes the cover~

1!

2!

3!!! NOOO

Smith: Riddle survives! The Bastards call that devastating series of moves ‘Deadly Sins’.

Hood: Don’t tell Lux!

Smith: Trademark violation!

~Frustrated, TK punches Riddle in the face. He returns to his feet and pulls Riddle up. He knees Riddle in the midsection a few times, keeping Cyrus under control. He whips Riddle into the ropes...Riddle bounces off...TK throws a knee at Riddle, but Riddle ducks. TK stumbles. Riddle stops in his tracks and turns around...he BLASTS TK in the back of the head with a lariat!!! TK falls to his hands and knees before collapsing to the mat. Riddle drops to one knee...the fans go crazy...they chant “TAG! TAG! TAG!” Cashe has his arm out, ready for a tag this time~

Smith: Riddle needs to make the tag...if he does, they’ll be in good shape.

Hood: Well, Cashe is ready...he looks as fresh as he did before the match began.

~Riddle gets to his feet and he tags Cashe in!! The fans go wild!! Cashe steps through the ropes. TK is on all fours, trying to get to his feet. Cashe helps him...he grabs a handful of hair and spins TK around...he bitch slaps TK across the face!! TK stumbles into a neutral corner. Cashe flies in, jumping on the middle buckle...he begins to punch TK in the head...the fans count along~

Smith: Jason Cashe is on fire! He’s looking to capture his first title in OCW!

Hood: It’s amazing what having a competent tag partner will do for someone. He dropped serpent girl and, look at him...on the brink of winning the OCW Tag Titles!

Smith: Hey! You be nice to Lexi!

~The fans count “SEVEN!” Cashe hops down...he takes a few steps back before charging in and hitting a Cannonbal!!! Jason rolls away allowing TK to take a few steps forward before flopping and landing facedown on the mat! The fans cheer!~

Smith: Knuckles is reeling! Cashe is close to sealing this!

Hood: Nothing beats a HOT TAG...you know what? I think I’d prefer they win with Puff as referee...then it won’t give the Bastards anything to bitch about.

Smith: Agreed!

~Cashe stands over TK. TK fights to all fours...he looks up, spotting Cashe standing over him. Jason quickly grabs his head and drops him with a DDT!!! TK is down. Cashe pops back to his feet and heads for the nearest corner...he reaches the top and looks down at TK. He leaps off and delivers a flying elbow drop into the back of TK’s neck!! More cheers from this huge OCW crowd!!! Cashe rolls TK over and goes for the pin...Puff flops down onto the mat for the count~

1!

2!

KICK OUT!!

Smith: Wow! Tremendous grit and determination shown by Thunder Knuckles.

Hood: Fuck. Well, these guys never lose...there’s a reason behind their success.

Smith: Deplorable, yes? But they are also dependable and dominating.

Hood: Lots of D’s there, man. Reminds me of my report cards.

~Jason remains focused, yanking TK to his feet and backing him into a corner. He jabs TK in the face a few times...TK leans forward, remaining on his feet due to the support of Cashe’s body. Jason grabs TK by the face and talks shit...he then knees TK in the gut and hooks him~

Smith: Cashe on Delivery! He’s going for Cashe on Delivery!

Hood: Yes! Do it, Jason! End this fucking nightmare!

~Cashe hooks TK’s leg...ready to drop Knuckles with his finisher Cashe on Delivery (twisting fisherman buster). As he does, he pauses and spots Bobby. Bourbon steps through the ropes, heading for Cashe. Puff gets in the way. Cashe drops TK and goes after Bourbon. The fans boo~

Smith: C’mon, Puff!

Hood: You REALLY want him to DQ the champs?

Smith: Ugh. No, not really. Somebody wake Mario up!

Hood: He’s still down. That Bobbybomb was vicious.

~Puff manages to get Bourbon back on the apron. Cashe is like, “Handle your shit, man” to Puff. He turns around and, as he does, he’s hit with a low blow from TK!!! Puff turns around right after the low blow. TK reaches up and rolls Cashe over with a small package!! Puff slides in~

1!

2!

3...NO!

Smith: Cashe kicked out! Holy smokes!

Hood: Given how big his balls are, it’s amazing that he managed to kick out of that one.

Smith: You speak from experience?

Hood: Just word through the grapevine...a grapevine that originated in greece.

~Cashe sits up, holding his groin...he’s in a lot of pain. TK crawls over and he tags Bourbon back in. Groans and boos from the fans. Bobby steps into the ring as TK takes the apron, leaning against the post and buckle, recovering. Bourbon grabs Cashe by the back of his neck...he yanks him to his feet and shoves him into the corner, slamming Cashe face first into the top buckle. Bourbon spins Cashe around and wraps his giant hand around Jason’s throat. Cashe’s eyes pop wide open...he gasps for air...Bourbon hoists him up, spins around and PLANTS him into the mat with EMC Squared (Mighty Chokeslam)!!! The ring shakes from impact. Bourbon makes the cover~

1!

2!

SHOULDER UP

Smith: Cashe kicks out again...we’re finding out that he’s every bit as tough as his opponents.

Hood: You don’t reach A-list status in this profession without being tough, Smith. And Cashe is an A-Lister.

Smith: I can’t argue that!

~Sensing Cashe is close to defeat...Bourbon doesn’t complain about the nearfall...especially given what they were faced with at the start of the match. He pops up and pulls Cashe to his feet. Jason is standing...but he’s dazed. Bourbon crouches down before shooting upward with the upper cut to end all uppercuts!!! A roundhouse uppercut, to be exact (SHORYUKEN!!!)!!! Cashe’s body flies backward...right into his team’s corner!! Riddle, realizing the desperation of the moment, tags himself in~

Smith: Bourbon was so focused on taking Jason’s head off, he didn’t realize the momentum of that move would send Cashe into a tag.

Hood: Yep and now Riddle is back in….but, these veterans are waning...they are fading. The longer this goes, the better it is for the Bastards.

Smith: It’s hard for a couple of veterans, especially one who is dealing with a bunch of rust, to compete with a team who does this week after week, month after month, year after year.

~Riddle goes after Bourbon and tries to lock up with the big man...but Bobby’s size and strength are too much...he overcomes Riddle and clubs him in the back with a forearm, sending him to one knee. Jason, somehow, emerges from the corner like a zombie. He goes after Bourbon, seeing that his partner is in trouble...but Bourbon grabs Cashe and hurls him over the top rope to the floor...Jason lands roughly. Bourbon looks down at Riddle...the veteran is having trouble catching his wind and seems a bit overmatched. Bobby kicks him in the back of the head~

Smith: It appears The Bastards are too much for Cashe and Riddle.

Hood: Really wish Cyrus would have had a tune up match heading into this. It’s too tall a task to ask a guy coming off of such a long in-ring hiatus.

Smith: Apparently so.

~Casually, Bobby reaches for Cyrus...but the legend fights back!! He pops to his feet and shoves Bobby away!! He pummels Bobby with lefts and rights!! The big man is reeling back against the ropes!!! The fans are going wild!! TK looks on, stunned. He can’t believe Riddle is handling Bobby in such a manner~

Smith: Riddle is rising to the occasion! The pride of a champion!

Hood: C’mon, Cyrus! You got this!

Smith: I’ve never seen anybody take it to Bourbon like this...Cyrus is possessed!

Hood: First Cashe moves like a zombie and now Riddle is possessed. Masters of Macabre, baby!

~Bourbon is leaning against the ropes...Riddle steps back to send him over with a clothesline...but Bobby ducks!! He hoists Riddle onto his shoulders and wrenches his back with a Torture Rack!!! He tortures Riddle for a few seconds before depositing him in the center of the ring with a Samoan Drop!!! Riddle is down. Bobby is sitting upright, shaking the punches off...he, like everyone else, seems surprised at the power behind those punches from Riddle~

Smith: Dang it!

Hood: Fuck

Smith: I don’t think The Bastards are going to mess around any longer. It’s clear that Riddle and Cashe are dangerous...more than capable of winning this match.

~TK extends his hand. He yells out, “RAINBOW LASER DEATH SEQUENCE!” The OCW fans groan. They begin to feel sick~

Smith: And if The Bastards hit this...it’s over.

Hood: IF? You see anything stopping them?

Smith: Nope.

~Bourbon pops to his feet and he tags TK into the match. TK begins to climb. Bourbon pulls Riddle up and knees him in the gut...he starts to hook him for a vertical suplex….BUT RIDDLE FIGHTS BACK!!! Riddle pummels Bourbon in the abdomen. He nails him in the ribs. He does everything he can to stave off what’s coming...Bobby, however, crushes Riddle in the back with a double axe handle!! Riddle drops to both knees. Bobby hooks his head and hoists him up for Rainbow Laser Death Sequence! TK is at the top rope. TK yells out, “Bobby!” Bobby turns around, holding Riddle up and he gets blasted with a chairshot from Cashe!!! Bourbon stumbles around, dropping Riddle to the mat~

Smith: Cashe just hit Bourbon with a chair...we’re gonna get a DQ.

Hood: Fuck it.

~Puff turns to call for the bell...but before he can, Mario hits the ring and lays him out with a clothesline!!! The fans go wild!!! Mario grabs Puff and throws him out of the ring!!~

Smith: Maurako is alive!

Hood: OUR REF IS BACK!

Smith: He eliminated Puff before he could disqualify Riddle and Cashe!

~Riddle and Cashe go after Bourbon...but he grabs them both by the throats, looking for a double chokeslam. Maurako slugs him in the back of the head! Bourbon releases them. Mario hooks Bourbon in a full nelson...he lifts him up and drives him into the mat with his patented Full Nelson Slam!!!!~

Smith: Mario is as strong as ever!

Hood: What a slam!!

~TK dives off the top rope at Mario...but Cashe throws his chair, hitting TK on his way down!!! CRACK!!! TK hits the mat and rolls toward the apron, out of the ring~

Smith: Knuckles is the legal man and he’s out of the ring!

Hood: Ah shit!

~Somehow, Bobby Bourbon fights to his feet. This mother fucker is unbelievable. He goes after Maurako...but Cashe grabs him and spins him around...Jason pops him with U.T.I.!!!! Bobby stumbles and staggers. Riddle picks him up from behind and hoists him over his shoulder!!! The fans stand in awe of Riddle’s strength~

Smith: I can’t believe it!

Hood: It’s that old man strength, Smith!

~Cashe helps Riddle keep Bourbon steady...together, they rush forward...Cashe helps Riddle get Bourbon over from a Dominator into a sitout piledriver!!!~

Smith: Bourbon is crushed!

Hood: Yea, but he’s not the legal man.

Smith: I know!

~Mario doesn’t give a shit over who the legal man is. He slides in and makes the count~

1!

2!

3!!!!!!

~The bell rings. The entire place erupts louder than if London ever won anything meaningful in a worldwide sporting event~

Smith: Unbelievable.

Hood: Yes! We did it! The belts are coming home.

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen...here are your winners...AND NEW OCW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS...CYRUS RIDDLE AND JASON CASHE!!!!!

~Bourbon rolls out of the ring. Cashe helps Riddle up...the two men shake hands and embrace. Mario takes the titles from Belvedere. He proudly hands them over. Cashe and Riddle hoist the belts up as Mario raises their hands to a HUGE OVATION. There might even be a few fans in the crowd crying...fuckin pussies...but, hey, these titles have been held hostage for MONTHS~

Hood: What an image! Way to go, Mario! You did the right thing!

Smith: You talk about controversy. The wrestling world is going to have a field day with this one.

Hood: Fuck em. It isn’t about XWF. It isn’t about THE WRESTLING WORLD. It’s about OC-fucking-W...and we just got our mother fucking belts back. EAT SHIT

~Chants of OCW echo throughout the night sky...XWF bridges are falling down! Riddle and Cashe...two legends, share the ring with an OCW original legend...the tag titles held high...what a sight!~

Smith: Unbelievable! XWF is on the ropes, Hood!

Hood: Fuckin got-em! We fucked their shit up...they’re dropping like flies over here. All hail Marcus Welsh!

Smith: And, welcome back Mario Maurako...when the chips are down, he’s one you can count on...ahh man, I think we need to take a break...let’s cut to an advertisement for Massacre

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~We pan across the London crowd, the camera featuring several handmade signs.~

“ADI > THAD”

“WE WANT AN UNKINDNESS”

“#HailVaughn”

“OCW IS ABSOLUTELY ACCEPTING PPV BUYS”

~We move away from the signs to a group of particularly rowdy fans, screaming and hollering as they shake their fists wildly at the camera and display a variety of “Impossible Traveller” and “Mack O’Connor Belongs in Prison” tee shirts. Finally we land on the commentary desk, where the ever present Smith and Hood are ready for us.~

Smith: It’s been a historic night here in Whitechapel. We’ve seen 5 title matches thus far and have already crowned FOUR new champions.

Hood: Who would have thought...with a list of names like Thaddeus Duke and Them No Good Bastards...it’d be Betsy Granger as the only champion capable enough to defend her crown.

Smith: She’s far better than you’re statement is willing to admit, Hood. She’s amazing.

Hood: She time travels, mother fucker. That’s an unfair advantage. She probably went back in time 15 years and stepped on Ed Houston’s dad’s pet frog, killing it which set of a series of events that led to tonight’s victory.

Smith: Think whatever you want...but what I’m still buzzing about is Cyrus Riddle and Jason Cashe reclaiming hte OCW Tag Titles from Them No Good Bastards!

Hood: Mario Maurako doing the Lord’s work!

Smith: But, as always...what’s done is done and it’s all leading to what’s next. The OCW Title is on the line, shortly.

Hood: Can’t wait!

Smith: However, before we get to that...it’s time we turn our attention to what’s next. There have been musings, wonderings, POSTULATIONS about whether or not OCW would cram one more PPV into the year of 2021...well, I’m told we are!

Hood: YES

Smith: And, here for that announcement is none other than OCW GM James Raven.

Hood: The man with an office that would make Bill Clinton blush.

Smith: GM Raven, take it away!

~The video screen fires to life, the crowd turning in unison to focus on the most handsome man in wrestling. Seriously, a woman in the front row faints when she sees his dazzling smile beaming down at the crowd. There’s a roar of approval for The People’s GOAT, and he nods his head in appreciation of the ovation. He motions for the fans to settle.~

James Raven: Calm yourselves, kids, we’ve got some housekeeping to attend to.

~The British fans reluctantly relax. It’s incredibly difficult not to be fired up by Raven, but they do their best and for that he loves them.~

James Raven: I know people have been talking about the company's plans to end the year. Was this our big finale for 2021, or were we looking to make another splash on the scene before breaking out a new calendar? I’m happy to announce that December will host another major event.

~The crowd explodes loudly. Fuck weekly television. They wanted to pay for violence. Raven grins again, hardly surprised by the positive feedback.~

James Raven: Now, as I was looking over the roster I started to realize that OCW has exploded in size the last few months, and we’re not just taking in the scrubs. We literally don’t even accept their applications. The people this company has signed all deserve their shine, or at least their opportunity for it… so we needed a way to feature everyone…

~The crowd murmurs in speculation. A battle royal? A tournament? What did James have in mind?~

~Slowly the image of James fades from the screen, and is replaced by a familiar logo.~

Hood: Oh my GOD!

Smith: Death March returns! James Raven has revived Death March!

~The crowd explodes at the reveal of the OCW classic event. They high five and chest bump jovially. A small child in a Pittsburgh Penguins shakes his fists in furious excitement. An obese man tears his shirt to shreds and pours a large soda over his bare chest. Sahara from FIGHT! NYC is probably twerking somewhere. James continues.~

James Raven: Oh good. You remember it. Well, for the uninitiated… teams of four will compete in elimination style matchups until an entire team is eliminated. The surviving members of the winning team will advance to an every-superstar-for-themselves finale where the lone survivor will be awarded an OCW title shot to kick off 2022. Some of the biggest stars in OCW history have made their mark at this event, and each and every person in that locker room will have a chance to do the same… except…

~The fans stop, falling quiet enough to hear a pin drop or a TIO promo. Just kidding, there is no TIO promo. Anyways, who is Raven deeming ineligible for Death March?~

James Raven: Except for the winner of the OCW title match here tonight. Our champion will defend again in December, and he’ll be doing it against…

~FUCK! This guys is so good at building tension! The anticipation hangs heavy in the air! The crowd waits on baited breath.~

Smith: Outcast or Peter Vaughn, one of them will be our champion, but who’s going to challenge them?!

Hood: I think he’s about to tell us, pal.

Smith: I know, I was- nevermind.

~James takes a deep breath. ~

James Raven: He’ll defend against a number one contender that I name next Monday.

~The crowd groans loudly. James Raven winks, and waves to the crowd.~

James Raven: See you then, and enjoy the rest of the show.

~We fade out and to a commercial for OCW’s most popular product~

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Smith: So much action tonight. Titles have changed hands. Upsets have taken place…

Hood: And a Supreme Machine has returned to his rightful throne.

Smith: That did happen. But it’s all led to this...the main event. The top two competitors battling it out for the greatest prize in pro wrestling.

Hood: Still can’t believe Peter fucking Vaughn is in this thing.

Smith: Not only is he in it...he has a very real shot at winning it. Vaughn is so confident going into tonight that he dropped the Craze Title several weeks back to fully focus on the task at hand.

Hood: Outcast, man, I know your name basically means that you aren’t part of any group or organization...but do us this ONE solid and prevent the fuckin janitor from getting his hands on our precious OCW Title.

Smith: Vaughn has laid waste to every competitor placed in front of him. It started with Zybala. He moved on to Dylan Thomas. And, tonight, his sights set on Outcast...Vaughn’s been the aggressor in every match since OCW’s revival, using this new found tenacity to his advantage.

Hood: I mean, when he beat Zybala, that was hilarious. Then, when he beat Dylan Thomas, whatever...because, ya know, Dylan Thomas brings babies to pro wrestling events and then gets all shocked when something bad happens to them. But tonight...this would be too much.

Smith: Outcast, on the other hand, signed up for one last run. A chance to prove the doubters wrong by ascending to a spot that previously seemed hopelessly out of reach. In Odessa, at Under the Lights, not only did Outcast avenge several narrow defeats to Xavier Lux...but he finally, after decades of attempts, captured the ultimate prize in pro wrestling. Tonight, he will find out what it’s like to be the champion as he hopes to successfully defend his OCW Title.

Hood: Winning it is tough but defending it is even tougher. But, this dude is tougher than Ehud of Moab...it’s going to take more than a janitor with mommy and daddy issues to knock him off his perch.

Smith: It’s Outcast defending his OCW Title against Peter Vaughn. It’s the Main Event. And, it’s next!

~The dark night sky hangs ominously over Whitechapel. These fans, having witnessed numerous acts of violence remain as dialed in as ever. It’s the marquee match. It’s the battle at the top of the card. It’s the two names that drew them in. It’s Outcast and Vaughn. Belvedere clears his throat~

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen...it is now time for our Main Event of the evening!

~HUGE ovation from the fans in attendance~

Belvedere: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the OCW Championship!!!

~The fans get EVEN LOUDER~

Belvedere: Introducing first, the challenger!

~"This Time It's Different" - Evans Blue hits. The fans give the HEEL of the Month what he wants...solicited boos registering a fuckin 10 on the ‘heat’ scale. Our spotlight hits the dark alley where the most nefarious competitors emerge. And, Vaughn, like others before him, appears from the shadows, taking a left turn and facing the ring. He pauses, soaking in the boos...he throws his head back, breathing in the night air~

Smith: He seems to be relishing this ovation, Hood.

Hood: Well, he did try to murder a baby so he could win Heel of the Month, SMITH.

Smith: That did, in fact, happen. And we rewarded that behavior. Unbelievable.

Belvedere: From Dallas, Texas...standing 5’6 and weighing in at 175lbs...he is a former Craze Champion...he is...Peter Vaughn!!!

~BOOOOOOOO goes the crowd. Vaughn remains standing atop the cobbled aisle, leading toward the ring~

Smith: If Vaughn were to win tonight...it could be argued his ascension is the most shocking in OCW history.

Hood: From the outhouse to the penthouse, quite literally.

~Vaughn finishes soaking in the hate. He lowers his head and eyes the ring. He takes a step forward when, suddenly, he’s blasted to the ground!!! The fans go wild!! Standing over him is OUTCAST. The OCW Champion has his belt in his hands. Peter tumbles forward, coming to rest on his ass and looking up at Outcast, who stalks him with the belt in his hands~

Smith: Outcast didn’t want to wait any longer!

Hood: Well, I mean, you said Vaughn’s been the aggressor all year...looks like Outcast wanted to take the fight to him. See if he flinches.

Smith: That’s the case...beat Vaughn to the punch.

~Outcast kicks his leg out, stomping Vaughn into the cobbled road. He rears back with his title...but getting one look at Vaughn...he decides not to ‘stain’ the OCW Title with the challenger’s grime. He re-fastens the belt around his waist and snares Vaughn by the head, pulling him up. He drags Vaughn near the ring before slinging him into the barricade...Vaughn crashes head first into the metal. Outcast encourages the fans to get involved….they do! Wild punches and slaps punish Vaughn as a woman yells out, “I’M A MOTHER!” Peter covers up...but the fans stick their feet through the barricade, stomping on the challenger. Outcast walks toward the ring and slides the OCW belt toward Belvedere who picks it up and exits, taking it to safe keeping~

Smith: You cannot live the life Vaughn has chosen without expecting some type of karmic retaliation.

Hood: It’s gotten him this far. But, can it get him to the top?

Smith: I’d hate to think so. The odds are stacked against him...given what we’ve already seen, it feels like he’s battling the entire Whitechapel community.

Hood: How ripperesque.

~Outcast yanks Vaughn away from the angry mob. He drags him closer to the ring. He pulls Vaughn to his feet. Peter tries to rake Outcast across the face, but Outcast blocks the attempt...he lifts Vaughn up and SLAMS him across the jagged, uneven steps with a spinebuster!!! Vaughn arches his back in pain, wincing before rolling off the steps, onto his front...his face wedged against the wet, dirty road. Outcast looks up into the sky, nodding. The fans roar with approval, chanting “OUTCAST!”~

Smith: He’s a unique personality, to be sure. But I think most people respect the route he’s taken to get here.

Hood: He’s paid his dues, that’s for sure. I mean, like really, really paid his dues. Outcast has paid enough dues to be a member of the worker’s union Hall of Fame.

Smith: The complete anti-thesis to Vaughn and his shocking, white hot rise to the top. One man appreciates the spot he’s earned...the other does not.

~Amazingly, Peter Vaughn fights to his feet. He’s holding his back...he staggers. The bell hasn’t even rung yet and he’s in bad shape. Outcast motions for Vaughn to come after him...Peter does, but Outcast side steps and shoves Vaughn back into the barricade where the fans grab onto him. Outcast lunges forward with a huge right hand, knocking the spit out of Vaughn’s mouth. He grabs Peter with the aggression of an annoyed veteran and slings him toward the ring...Peter’s feet trip up and he winds up slamming his forehead into the side of the apron. He falls to the floor, holding his head in pain~

Smith: Ouch! That’s the…

Hood: Yes, we know. Hardest part of the fuckin ring. Which isn’t true.

Smith: Of course it’s true...people say it all the time!

Hood: What about the posts?

Smith: Those...those aren’t part of the ring!

Hood: Fuck yea they are...they keep the mother fucker standing.

~Outcast lays a few well placed boots into Vaughn, keeping him down. He looks into the ring. Scruff stands back, hands on his hips...just waiting. Outcast is like, “Oh, alright.” He snares Vaughn and slings him into the ring. Outcast rolls in and gets to his knees...he points at the bell as if to say, “Well, we’re waiting.” Scruff signals and the bell sounds! The fans go wild! Outcast quickly covers Vaughn~

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Smith: And, as we’ve come to expect, it’s going to take more than that to keep Peter Vaughn down.

Hood: Just can’t flush that mother fucker.

Smith: Outcast is about to find out...as so many others have, that Peter Vaughn can take a beating.

~Outcast wraps his hands around Vaughn’s neck, choking the piss out of the former Janitor. Vaughn tries to pull the OCW Champion’s hands from his throat, but Outcast’s grip is too strong. Scruff looks down like, “Bro, the bell rang.” He taps Outcast on the shoulder. Outcast slings his arm back, shoving Scruff to the mat. Scruff looks up, shocked. The fans gasp~

Smith: Outcast might get a DQ if he isn’t careful.

Hood: Well, that’s one way to ensure he doesn’t lose the belt.

Smith: You think that’s his strategy?

Hood: Nah. He’s old, right? I think his hearing sucks and he never heard the bell.

Smith: He’s not THAT old.

~Outcast continues to choke Vaughn. Scruff, realizing he’s the head ref and he’s got to take care of this shit, gets up and grabs Outcast by the neck, yanking him off Peter. He yanks Outcast back, tossing him to the side. Outcast pops to his feet, eyes wide, staring down at Scruff. Instantly Scruff is like, “Oh. Oh shit.” Before Outcast can do anything, Peter rolls him up! Scruff slides in~

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Smith: Wow!! That was nearly a three count!

Hood: Outcast, man, you need to focus. Get your head on straight!

Smith: You think defending the OCW Title might be too big for him?

Hood: The guy is constantly avoiding death, murder, and mayhem...so, no.

~Outcast rushes to his feet. Vaughn tries to meet him there, but Outcast kicks Vaughn in the chest as he’s rising, sending the former Craze Champion flying into a corner. Outcast dives at Vaughn, mauling him with right hands. Peter tries to find something to fight off the OCW Champion, but he’s out of luck. Scruff rushes in and administers a five count. He grabs Outcast, trying to get him off of Vaughn. Outcast rises and shoves Scruff off, yelling “WHAT”. Scruff tries to explain he’s merely keeping order...but all the fired up OCW Champion sees is something standing in the way of victory. He scoffs and turns back toward Vaughn...Peter kicks up and hits Outcast in the knee. The OCW Champion stumbles back. Vaughn pulls himself up using the top rope. Outcast moves forward, limping...Vaughn dives forward, taking Outcast down with a jumping clothesline!! Outcast hits the mat hard. Peter hurries to get back to his feet~

Smith: A sense of urgency has finally installed itself within Vaughn. Outcast came to fight...Vaughn’s gotta catch up.

Hood: Yea, Vaughn’s taken the fight to all of his competitors since OCW’s reopening. Tonight, he’s received a bit of his own medicine.

Smith: Indeed

~Vaughn’s on his feet. Outcast rolls over and pushes to one knee. Vaughn runs and hits the ropes...he bounces off. Outcast pops up, he catches Vaughn and spins around planting him into the mat with a second spinebuster!! Vaughn arches his back in pain. Outcast grabs Vaughn by the head and slams the back of his skull into the mat...Peter is rendered motionless. Outcast returns to his feet and shakes off what little offense Peter managed to get in. He paces for a moment as the fans are on their feet, cheering him on~

Smith: That’s two spinebusters for Peter Vaughn.

Hood: Are you saying his spine is busted?

Smith: I’d hope not.

Hood: Well at least that second was on the mat and not metal.

Smith: Indeed

~Peter tries sitting up...it’s a struggle. Outcast extends his hand. Instinctively Peter grabs it. Outcast yanks Vaughn up, hard and flings him across the ring...Vaughn SLAMS into a corner. The crowd pops. Outcast marches forward and SLUGS Vaughn in the face, knocking him down to one knee. Outcast slaps Peter in the back of the head, “Is this it? Is this the BIG SCARY JANITOR?” He laughs, slapping Vaughn across the back of his head a few more times. He turns to Scruff, mocking Vaughn...Peter then reaches up and LOW BLOWS Outcast!!! The OCW Champion staggers into the ropes, falling against the middle rope. Peter falls back against the bottom buckle, seated, catching his breath. Scruff warns Vaughn about breaking the rules...but Vaughn doesn’t really listen to him~

Smith: Scruff has let a lot go in this one.

Hood: Yea, well it’s a dark night in Whitechapel. People are in the spooky, macabre mood. He sends this event home with a DQ and, well, he may not get out of here alive.

Smith: True.

~Peter pulls himself up. Outcast remains leaning on the middle rope, holding his crotch. He eyes Peter, “Hit a man in the balls, you fu-” before he can finish his derisive statement, Peter kicks him across the face, sending the OCW Champion reeling...both arms and most of his upper body hang over the middle rope. Peter steps onto the apron...he leaps up and comes down with a leg drop over the back of Outcast’s head!! The OCW Champion tumbles over the middle rope, bounces off the apron and lands roughly on the cobbled road outside the ring. Vaughn remains seated on the apron...he leans back against the ropes, stretching both arms out...the fans nearest, at ringside, boo and yell at him~

Smith: It’s a rough landing out there. You don’t really want to be leaving the ring in this environment.

Hood: You gotta love how we treat our wrestlers. No only do we make them fight each other...but we also give them the most painful settings to compete in.

Smith: It’s all about ambiance, Hood.

Hood: Ah, yes. Ambiance first. Safety second. Where were these standards and practices when Alice Knight was active?

~Outcast, the tough fucker that he is, crawls for the guardrail and uses it to get to his feet. Peter stands upon the apron, keeping a constant watch on the OCW Champion. He leaps off...Outcast turns...Vaughn comes down with a double axe handle across the forehead of Outcast. Peter yanks Outcast away from the fans and whips him into the apron! Outcast’s back slams into the edge of the apron. Scruff sticks his head out and yells, “Back in the ring!” Vaughn ignores him. So, Scruff begins a count...he yells, “ONE!” Peter stays after Outcast...Outcast tries to rake Peter across the eyes, hoping to stun him...but Peter slaps his hands away and dives in with a headbutt, stifling Outcast. He then jams his thumb into Outcast’s eye! The OCW Champion stumbles away, holding his face, shaking his head in pain. Peter grabs him from behind and tries to ram him into the steel ring post...but Outcast blocks the impact by placing his boot into the side of the steps. He elbows Peter in the gut...Peter stumbles...Outcast grabs Vaughn and tosses him like a sack of refuse into the steps! Vaughn’s knees SLAM into the steps...he flips over and lands HARD on his back, atop the cobbled pavement. Scruff yells, “TWO!”~

Smith: And Outcast regains the upper hand. I’m not sure Peter Vaughn wants to brawl with Outcast.

Hood: Yea, I mean Vaughn’s been beating up his parents and a Zybala...Outcast is a fairly massive step up.

Smith: Indeed...this is his element...I don’t care how vicious Vaughn has become.

Hood: Outcast has had years of practice by dodging death, escaping murder.

~Outcast walks around the steps and grabs Vaughn. Scruff yells, “THREE!” Outcast drops to a knee and pummels Vaughn in the head, keeping him weakened. He then shoves Vaughn forward, opening his mouth and placing his top row of teeth along the edge of the top step with his jaw open. Outcast takes a few steps back and measures Vaughn up. Scruff yells out, “FOURRROHMYGOD”~

Smith: Oh no...don’t do this!

Hood: I can’t watch

~Outcast rushes forward looking to hit the nastiest curb stop since American History X. He lifts his legs and thrusts it forward...but Vaughn moves!!! Outcast’s leg kicks the top step, separating it from the bottom...he instantly reaches for his knee, grimacing in pain. Vaughn looks over at Outcast like, “Holy shit this guy just tried to kill me.” Outcast turns to go after Vaughn, limping. Peter, seated on his ass, kicks his leg out, into Outcast’s bad knee. The OCW Champion reaches for the apron for support. Scruff, regaining his awareness, yells out, “FIVE!” Vaughn pulls himself up and smacks Outcast with a forearm uppercut that spins the OCW Champion around. Scruff yells “SIX!” Vaughn steps forward and kicks the back of Outcast’s wounded knee, taking the OCW Champion down. He grips his knee in pain. Scruff yells “SEVEN”~

Smith: Vaughn’s gotta get Outcast back in there before the count of ten...otherwise, he will not walk out OCW Champion.

Hood: That’d be the luck of a shitty janitor...wins an OCW Title match but doesn’t get the OCW Title.

Smith: To come so far only to have it end in empty fashion.

~Vaughn isn’t feeling dramatic...so he snares Outcast and tosses him back into the ring. Scruff yells “EIGHT!” Peter hops onto the apron and gets to his feet. Outcast is on his back, holding his knee. Vaughn jumps up and springboards off the top rope...he flips over with a Senton right on top of Outcast’s legs!!! Outcast writhes around in pain, clutching his injured knee~

Smith: And we’re back in the ring...Outcast is wounded.

Hood: He’s always wounded. I’d be worried if there weren’t blood spilling out of his body or if some muscle or bone wasn’t half mangled.

Smith: The man has fought through continuous pain this entire run. That is true.

~Like a wounded animal, Outcast struggles to his feet trying to get to safety. Vaughn pops up and grabs Outcast by the hair, spinning him around. Outcast throws a punch, but his base is weak...Vaughn is able to block it with ease. He reaches down and grabs Outcast by the bad leg...Outcast begs off a little, but there is no mercy within Peter. Peter takes Outcast down with a Dragon Screw Leg Whip! He holds onto the leg and applies a lock on the knee, pulling and twisting the already injured joint. Outcast yells out in pain, clinching his fists...Scruff drops to one knee, checking on him~

Smith: Vaughn has found a weakness and he’s exploiting it. It’s amazing how far he’s grown as a wrestler this year.

Hood: No shit. Back at Quarantined, I wasn’t sure the guy could pull off one move...now he’s in there systematically taking apart one of the best wrestlers on the planet.

Smith: Jonathan ‘Pryde’ Barrows has taught him well.

~While he may not submit to the move, Outcast is veteran enough to understand the longer his knee is tortured, the less he can rely on it moving forward. He tries grabbing at the back of Peter’s mask, but it’s slick...not much to grip. He slides his hand forward and reaches into one of the eye holes, poking and digging into Vaughn’s socket. Peter yells out, immediately releasing the knee lock and rolling away. Outcast struggles to his feet...he can barely put any weight on the knee. Vaughn, on one knee in a corner, looks up at Outcast...he’s holding his eye...he doesn’t look happy. He charges out, looking for a spear...Outcast, out of instinct, lifts his knee...SMACK! It cracks Vaughn in the head...the former Craze Champion collapses, front first to the mat. Outcast falls to his side, holding his knee, slapping the mat, yelling in pain~

Smith: Well, that wasn’t the wisest move in the world.

Hood: Guy had like half a second to react. It was that or eat a spear.

Smith: Spears are tough...BUT it might have been preferable. That knee is going to be hard to rely on moving forward.

Hood: Ah, he’ll be fine.

~Outcast sits up, he brings his injured knee to his chest, clutching it. Looking over, he notices that Vaughn has yet to move from the knee to skull impact. So, he takes a chance...crawling over, he rolls Peter onto his back and makes the cover~

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Smith: Nope, not quite. Vaughn is tougher than that.

Hood: Is that a show of desperation, on Outcast’s part?

Smith: I don’t think so...although I’m sure, given the shape of that knee, the sooner he can end this, the better.

~Outcast crawls for a corner, using the ropes to pull himself up. Turning around he sees Vaughn struggling to his feet. Outcast limps over to Peter and throws a punch, but Peter, on his feet, throws a kick into Outcast’s injured knee. The pain shoots through the left side of his body...he nearly falls to the mat. Vaughn shoves Outcast with both arms, sending the OCW Champion stumbling back into the corner. Vaughn throws a knee into Outcast’s midsection...he then jumps up and blasts Outcast with a codebreaker!!! Outcast tumbles forward, over Vaughn. Peter rolls him over, going for the pin...he hooks the bad knee~

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Smith: Was that three? WAS THAT THREE?

Hood: No. NO. It was two...but barely.

Smith: That knee has very little strength left in it. Outcast could barely kick out.

Hood: Old man’s in trouble.

~Outcast curls up, holding his knee. Peter returns to his feet. He viciously grabs and pulls Outcast’s left leg away...he drops an elbow across the knee. Outcast yells out. Vaughn maintains a grip on the leg...he returns to his feet and drags Outcast toward the ropes. Vaughn pulls the knee over the top rope...he steps through the ropes, maintaining control of Outcast’s left leg...he turns his back to the ring, with Outcast’s left leg over his shoulder and he drops to the apron, pulling down on the knee across the top rope!!! Outcast is hanging upside down, grasping for something...pain is all over his face. Vaughn pulls and pulls. Scruff begins a five count~

Smith: Holy smokes! He’s going to tear every ligament in that knee!

Hood: Hey, credit to the guy for being creative...I’ve never seen a move like that before.

Smith: I’m not sure Outcast can legally submit given that move is, well, technically illegal.

Hood: I really don’t think Vaughn cares, Smith. He’s face a one legged man in an ass kicking contest.

~Scruff reaches five and orders a break...Peter lets go. Outcast falls on his head, rolling over. Peter taunts the fans at ringside before turning around and sliding back into the ring. Vaughn pulls Outcast up and goes for a DDT...but Outcast can barely stand. So, Peter slaps him across the face. This gets the OCW Champion’s attention. He spits in Vaughn’s face! The challenger is stunned. Outcast throws a swift kick into Peter’s groin, taking him down! But, Vaughn’s base (the injured knee) gives out and he falls back to the mat, clutching his leg. The fans begin to stir...they start to clap and stomp...they try to encourage Outcast to fight through the pain~

Smith: Perhaps a last ditch effort by Outcast to stave off defeat.

Hood: Ya know, didn’t Outcast screw Zybala over so that Vaughn could win at House of Cards?

Smith: I believe so, yes.

Hood: Boy, that sure did pay off, didn’t it?

Smith: Hindsight is always 20/20.

~Using the ropes to reach his feet, Outcast listens to the support. He sees the OCW Title setting next to Belvedere. He DOES NOT want to be one-and-done. He gets to his feet, stumbling and limping horribly. But he’s gritting his teeth and fighting through it. Peter reaches his feet, still feeling the pain of bruised balls. Outcast slugs him in the gut. Vaughn staggers into Outcast. Outcast pushes him down and hooks him around the waist. The fans rise~

Smith: Burnout!

Hood: No way!

~Outcast hoists Vaughn up...the OCW Champion yells out in pain, his leg barely able to hold. Peter, sensing Outcast is weak, wiggles his legs back to the mat. Outcast hits Peter in the back with a forearm. His takes in some deep breaths and pulls Vaughn up again...but this time Peter kicks off the mat, building enough momentum to go over Outcast’s head and drop him with REVENGED!!!! Outcast is down! The fans gasp in shock! Peter crawls over, making the cover~

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Smith: Outcast kicked out of Revenged!

Hood: Shit, we were THAT close to having OCW become the laughing stock of pro wrestling

~Peter slaps the mat out of frustration...so close to OCW immortality. He sees Outcast struggling to his feet, so he rushes to his. Outcast stands and hobbles badly...he throws a haymaker at Vaughn, missing wildly. Peter takes Outcast from behind and hits a second REVENGED!!! The fans are once again stunned into silence. The look on, deeply concerned. Outcast is down. Peter rolls under the bottom rope and gets to his feet on the apron...he head for the nearest corner~

Smith: Peter Vaughn is realizing he needs more than Revenged to win the OCW Title. He’s got to top it off with The Plunge!

Hood: Fuckin hell. I knew we should have remained in the states for this show.

~Peter scales the corner and looks down at Outcast. The OCW Champion is flat on his back. Peter looks out...the thousands of fans filling Whitechapel stare up and out in wonder and angst. It’s Vaughn’s moment. He leaps off with his patented Shooting Star Leg Drop...BUT OUTCAST MOVES!!! Vaughn hits hard, grasping at his tailbone in pain. The fans go wild~

Smith: Outcast moved! He’s not out of this!

Hood: Geezus. That dude is a survivor...even with one leg.

Smith: Plenty of people with one leg are tremendous competitors.

Hood: Not around here.

~Outcast, the OCW Champion, the veteran...he knows when to take hold of an opportunity. He gets to his feet...he nearly falls back to the mat, but he slaps at his knee, stabilizing it. He grabs Vaughn and pulls him up. He slugs him in the gut once more, doubling him over. He hooks him around the waist...against, the fans rise~

Smith: Burnout! He’s gonna get it this time!

Hood: Vaughn’s finished!

~Outcast pulls Vaughn up, getting him vertical and upside down. He begins to package Peter’s body. Vaughn, desperate, hits at the knee of Outcast. The OCW Champion loses his balance. Vaughn’s legs come back down to the mat...he stands up with Outcast draped over his back...he slings Outcast forward with an ALABAMA SLAM! Vaughn holds onto Outcast’s legs and dives over, hooking them for the pin...Scruff slides in...the crowd holds their breath~

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NO!!!

Smith: WOW

Hood: How as that NOT it.

Smith: What a sequence by Peter Vaughn. I hate to say it but...he’s fighting like a champion.

Hood: GROSS

~Vaughn hurries to his feet. Outcast does the same..but slower, given his ailment. Outcast’s back is to Vaughn...Vaughn runs forward and kicks the ever living SHIT out of Outcast’s knee. The OCW Champion nearly flips over, landing on his back, reaching for his knee in pain. Peter stands in the corner, his back to the ring. He hurriedly scales to the top...the fans yell at Outcast...they know he can’t withstand much more~

Smith: Peter Vaughn heading back to the top, looking for THE PLUNGE

Hood: Anybody else feeling queasy?

Smith: No

~Peter reaches the top...he turns, facing Outcast. When he does, though, he receives an unexpected surprise. The OCW Champion...somehow...someway, has reached his feet. He hobbles toward the corner. Vaughn is trapped. Outcast grabs him and tosses him off the top into the center of the ring. The entire city of London goes wild. He quickly climbs to the top, using one leg~

Smith: Vaughn is down!! I repeat, Vaughn is down!

Hood: Outcast is un-fucking-real.

~Outcast is at the top. Vaughn is down. Outcast leaps off with his patented Double Foot Stomp (OD)!!!! But Vaughn MOVES!!! Outcast’s left knee jams up, he’s paralyzed with pain. Peter grabs him and takes him over with a small package, hooking the injured knee. Scruff slides in...the fans are on their feet in the background, shaking with anxiety~

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3!!!!

~Vaughn lets go and rolls away. The crowd screams with shock. Outcast reaches for his knee, holding it. Peter sits up against the bottom rope looking around, stunned~

Belvedere: Here is your winner...AND NEW OCW CHAMPION...PETER VAUGHN!!!!!

Smith: NO

Hood: FUCK

~Once the shock wears off, the fans are greeted with the visual of Vaughn getting his hand raised and the OCW Title in his arms. BOOS begin to pour in. Peter stares into the OCW title...his eyes are full of disbelief and shock...is this really happening?~

Smith: From Outsiders to OCW Champion. I’m speechless.

Hood: This is a FUCKIN JOKE

Smith: I’m surprised you’re so upset.

Hood: Look, his story was cute. Fun, even. But it’s gone too far. This is fuckin stupid.

Smith: Hey, he’s earned it...as much as it pains me to say that.

Hood: Fuckin hate that a janitor is the champ...but, at least we didn’t let any fuckers invade us, haha. Welsh wins again!

Smith: An invasion free show!

~Peter Vaughn has captured the OCW World Heavyweight Championship as he celebrates his hard fought victory~

Hood: Look at him in there...the janitor, holding the belt Scott Syren used to proudly wield!

Smith: Say what you want...but he earned it. What a way to end the night!

~Commotion is seen as BETSY GRANGER is sent sailing into frame from a dark street. Stepping out from the shadows is BAM MILLER and ED HOUSTON! Betsy tries to fight back but the numbers of Miller and Houston are hard to overcome as they stomp away at Betsy while Peter looks on from the ring~

~Elsewhere Cashe and Riddle are seen brawling on the other side of the street! Riddle and Bourbon have paired off as has Thunder Knuckles and Cashe that sees Cashe with the upperhand~

Smith: OCW isn’t through sending a message to the XWF members of their roster that are on ours as well!

Hood: Showing these chumps that we are the dominant brand.

~Cashe and Riddle hurl the Bastards over the security railing on one side of the ring while Bam and Ed do the same with Betsy on the other side of the ring. The crowd pops as Marcus Welsch emerges on a rooftop with a spotlight shining upon him. Bam and Ed hop the barricade as does the new OCW Tag Team Champions on the other side~

~Suddenly confusion sets in as Flight of the Valkyries is heard playing over the speakers. The sounds of a helicopter can be heard not far into the distance within the dark London skies. A spotlight looms in the distance as it approaches with some speed and velocity before finally coming into focus!~

~Vaughn, Outcast, Riddle, Cashe, Miller and Houston all look up into the skies as the helicopter hovers above the ring. Three lines sail down towards the ring before we finally see the pilot of this helicopter is one…~

THEO PRYCE!

~The crowd boos intently as we see XWF Universal Champion ALIAS, XWF Xtreme Champion JIM CAEDUS repel out from one side of the Helicopter while DOCTOR LOUIS D’VILLE repels down from the other side!~

Hood: Those pricks from the XWF are here in London!

~Caedus and Alias repel down to the ring first and with all the attention being directed up at the helicopter it allows for Thunder Knuckles and Bobby Bourbon to blast Cashe and Riddle from behind on one side of the ring while on the other Betsy low blows Houston while Bam Miller slides into the ring~

~Caedus, Alias and Doctor D’Ville touchdown in the ring as they stare across the ring at Miller, Vaughn and Outcast. The London crowd starts to go crazy as Miller, Vaughn, Outcast, Alias, Doc and Caedus all start throwing blows!~

~Out on the floor Them No Good Bastards are shown whipping Riddle into the security railing before they snatch up Cashe and send him right beside Riddle! Bourbon explodes towards both men with a double spear crashing through the barricade!~

~In the ring Bam Miller and Caedus trade blows, Alias and Vaughn have paired off as have Doc and Outcast. Miller fires Caedus towards the ropes, Caedus latches on to the top rope before bouncing off. Miller charges towards Caedus who elevates him over the top rope where he lands on the ring apron! Caedus blocks a right hand attempt before clocking Miller sending him sailing off the apron down to the floor~

~Vaughn and the XWF Universal Champion Alias are trading shots on one side of the ring as Doc is shown biting the forehead of Outcast on the other side of the ring while out of the floor we see Thunder Knuckles snatching a steel chair from under the ring! Bobby is seen pushing himself up off the bodies of Cashe and Riddle. He picks up Riddle before shooting him towards Thunder Knuckles who waffles him in the skull dropping him to the floor!~

~Across the ring Betsy locks Houston in Tuez les étoiles!~

~Caedus is out on the ring apron where he delivers a Shooting Star Press down on top of Miller!~

Smith: Where the hell is our locker room?!?!?!

Hood: Good question!

~From the rooftop Marcus watches on in disdain before glancing back up at the Helicopter to Theo Pryce who salutes Marcus and as he moves his hand away from his forehead he transitions into a middle finger!~

~In the ring Doc takes Outcast and plants him with the LOBOTOMY while Alias delivers a…~

~To Peter Vaughn!~

~Betsy passes out Ed Houston on the floor while Them No Good Bastards deliver a RAINBOW LASER DEATH SEQUENCE to Cashe on the floor! Jim Caedus snatches Bam Miller around towards the announcers table. The announcers bail out of the way as Caedus drives Miller through the table with a Powerbomb!~

~Suddenly the sounds of whistles blaring out from all over can be heard as the Queens Guards storm the streets from all over. The XWF talents all scatter separately through the crowds that are dispersing as Theo Pryce looks down at Welsh from his helicopter~

~A furious Marcus Welsh looks on in disbelief~

Smith: XWF has responded...they’ve fired back. Welsh did NOT expect this.

Hood: They’ve made us look like a bunch of fuckin idiots.

Smith: This war is far from over, Hood!

Hood: The gloves are coming off, I can promise you that!

~Welsh looks like he’s about to have a fit. Theo looks down from his helicopter, flashing a smirk. Advantage Theo. Advantage XWF. We fade to black~