Manifest Destiny 2
It's Like Last Time Only This Time People Get Paid
First Round: Monday, April 27th 2020
~We open cold. The focused pupils belonging to JOCK REASONING pierce through our screen. We pull back...our screen gives birth to a wider view. Reasoning is backstage in the bowels of the OCW Arena. He’s serious. Almost as serious as that one time Vargas flipped his shit at Tribal Council. Reasoning places his hands behind him, fingers interlocked. He leans forward and speaks~
Jock Reasoning: Hello everyone and welcome to tonight’s special broadcast of Manifest Destiny 2: This time, people get paid! We have four action packed matches to bring you tonight as we move one step closer to crowning a Manifest Destiny 2 champion. Yes...I’ll go there...over the next several weeks someone...will...manifest...their...own...destiny…
~Jock has trouble swallowing. The fans boo and call him ‘gay’. Jock refocuses~
Jock Reasoning: I know. I know. Lame as it sounds, I had to say it. Now that that’s out of the way...we’ve got four Pay Per View caliber matches for you this evening as the OCW Arena back, open for business once again! A lot has changed since you all last tuned in...a competitor in one of tonight’s matches was the owner of this place.
~The fans chant “ZYBALA!”~
Jock Reasoning: Yes, Mike Zybala is in action tonight against Duce Jones. That’s WRESTLER Mike Zybala, not OWNER. I’ve already detailed how, according to what I was told, Mr. Zybala lost his ownership of OCW. If he wants to dive further into that, that’s up to him. And, as for the new owner of this place...well, they aren’t here tonight. They will be revealed if and when they desire.
~The fans boo. Zybala is a popular man. He was a popular owner. Fans perhaps think had Zybala not lost control of OCW then COVID may have never been A THING~
Jock Reasoning: Now, if you’ll all...yes, you guys in the crowd. If you’ll all turn to the Northeast corner of the arena. We have a new banner...the largest banner in the building...to unveil. And...GO
~Fireworks go off!! The crowd pops after the initial BANG. A huge banner drops from the rafters revealing the menacing face of VINCENT LANGSTON. His eyes tilt toward the ring as though he’s monitoring every match, every movement...every moment. The fans give a mixed reaction~
Jock Reasoning: That’s right, Vincent Langston...the FACE of OCW. He outlasted 9 other OCW legends to win FrostByte and, thus, his visage will forever hang in the rafters of the OCW Arena...watching all the action.
~Jock stands around, awkwardly. It’s his first time hosting...opening a pro wrestling show. What do you expect? He clears his throat and shows his hands, palms up~
Jock Reasoning: Well, alright then...let’s get to it, shall we? Ladies and Gentlemen welcome back to OCW and welcome to...Manifest Destiny!
~Cameras cut backstage as we find self proclaimed only legend in professional wrestling history, Lilith and her equally legendary wife Sarah Twilight walking hand in hand through the parking lot towards the locker rooms. Lilith is wearing one of her “Because I’m Lilith” vests, in perhaps a size too small for her as it is extremely body fitting, showing off her toned stomach and extremely large chest. She also wears a denim mini skirt with studded silver belt and black leather ankle boots. In her mouth Lilith has a lollipop which she continues to suck on. Surprisingly, Sarah was also dressed rather sexy. This wasn’t something the OCW faithful were used to seeing as the fiery redhead normally dressed far more conservative. The sultry vixen is wearing an extremely tight “Mistress of Mischief” crop top in purple which clings to her large chest quite a bit. Her shapely hips and firm, heart shaped ass sway back and forth in her confident swagger as they are covered by the tightest pair of black denim jeans imaginable. A stylish, purple leather belt loops through the jeans around her slim, toned waist. Calf cut black leather, high heeled boots click and clack against the concrete floor below them as she strides in unison with her gorgeous wife~
~Before the couple can get any further into the arena, backstage interviewer Who’re rushes up to them with a microphone outstretched trying to get a word with the power couple~
Who’re: Lilith… Sarah… can I…
~Before she can get any further, Lilith interrupts her by placing her hand in her face but obviously making sure she doesn't actually touch her~
Lilith: Ewwwwww! No you can't… you gross, sticky looking bubblegum beach!
~The fans in attendance give Lilith a mixed reaction as she says this to the interviewer~
Who’re: But I…
Lilith: SHUT UP! No one cares what you want! Why don't you go get a name which isn't so completely and utterly… GROSS!
~Who’re now looks to be a little bit insulted as she responds quickly.~
Who’re: Well actually my real name is…
Lilith: NO ONE CARES!!! SHUT UP!!!
~Lilith continues to glare at the woman making sure she doesn't actually touch her as Sarah smirks arrogantly~
Lilith: So let me guess… you want to know what my thoughts are on my upcoming match? You want my thoughts on the possibility of me facing my LOVELY Sarah? You want to know what I had for breakfast this morning?!
Who’re: Well I…
~Lilith angrily glares at the interviewer. She is immediately silent again~
Lilith: That's what I thought. Tonight I am going to prove to the ENTIRE WORLD once again why I am EXACTLY as good as I say I am! Hanson is a no body… a nothing… COMPLETELY worthless compared to me! Just like EVERYONE else in this tournament is!
~Lilith pauses for a minute as she looks over at her Sarah before giving her Eskimo kisses and then a quick kiss on her lips~
Lilith: Well… everyone aside from my lovely Sarah anyway. As for the HIGH possibility that you could see Lilith Twilight Vs Sarah Twilight… if… or when that happens… I pinky promise swear you will see one of the greatest matches OCW has EVER seen!
~Who’re gasps a little bit as Lilith tells her this.~
Who're: Wait… so you're saying…
Lilith: SHUT UP! And learn how to pay attention! I'm done answering all of your questions.
Who’re: Well actually I haven't even ask---
Lilith: SHUT UP!!!
~Lilith pauses for a minute~
Lilith: Oh the answer is Fruity Pebbles by the way… that’s what I had for breakfast this morning.
~With Lilith forcibly taking charge and having not let her get a word in edgewise, Who’re turns her attention now to Sarah, trying to get a word with the redhead~
Who’re: Sarah I …
~The Mistress of Mischief immediately cuts her off as she glares angrily at the interviewer~
Sarah: Nah ah! Not happening. I am here to support my WIFE in her match tonight. That’s all you need to know.
~Who’re sighs heavily as she hadn’t even asked a single question yet and the two of them were completely railroading her. She again tries her best to get a comment in~
Who’re: But … what I was going to …
~Sarah turns to face the interviewer full on now and steps right into her face~
Sarah: I SAID … I am here to support my wife. I don’t give a shit about what will happen if we end up having to compete against one another in the finals. My match is NEXT week … her’s is tonight. And Lilith said she is done with your stupid questions, bitch. So you had BETTER show her some damn respect! Now, are we good? Anything more to say?
~Sarah smirks at the interviewer who fearfully shakes her head~
Sarah: Good, I didn’t think so. Now if you’ll excuse us … my wife has a part timing enhancement talent to send packing.
~The two bombshells walk away from Who’re and make their way into the building. Despite the possibility of the two of them ending up as opponents down the line, it was pretty obvious that R.O.S.E. was completely unified at this stage of the game~
~We cut away to a video package highlighting the beginning of Manifest Destiny 2~
~We cut to the OCW Arena!! A satisfying sigh is heard throughout the arena as a bunch of white fluid shoots from the ceiling...it lands all over the OCW fans!! Most of the fans jump up and down, mouths open, taking it in. A few, however, are like “What the fuck?” The lyrics to the groovy ‘Stayin Alive’ remix continue to play as we pan the crowd, catching various signs. “Lilith is the Cookie Monster” - held by a kid who may or may not be special needs. “Noah Hanson is a National Treasure” - held by a Hanson fan. “I LOVE Bifford’s chicken sandwiches!” - held by Earl in disguise. “Call me, Chase” - followed by a number belonging to a bikini clad Key West resident. “I smoked a bowl with Duce!” - held by a Duce fan, obviously. “why, zybala...why???” - held by the now jobless CAPS LOCK. “This tournament is INCREDIBLE” - held by a TIO fan. “PERZAG IS A POTATO!” - held by someone in...disguise. We cut to Smith and Hood, who are under a tarp...avoiding the ‘shower’~
Smith: Hello again everyone and welcome to Monday Night…
Hood: Breaux
Smith: Sorry. Welcome to MANIFEST DESTINY 2!
Hood: Bettuh
Smith: We’re back with a sixteen person tournament! The winner will receive...CASH
Hood: Money, money, money...MONAY
Smith: Indeed! The fans are back...social distancing is apparently not a problem in the OCW Arena.
Hood: Hell no. Like we care about hygiene...we just jizzed all over the entire audience.
Smith: No comment. How about those signs? Like old times, right?
Hood: Why does CAPS LOCK speak in all caps but write in all lower case?
Smith: Compensation?
Hood: I guess
Smith: Folks, we’ve got four...count em...FOUR opening round matches tonight including our main event which pits two former OCW Champions as The Incredible One takes on PerZag.
Hood: Have they faced one on one before?
Smith: Hmm...ya know what, this may be a first!
Hood: My gland is pleased.
Smith: Gross. We’ll also see co-tag champion Duce Jones take on former owner, Mike Zybala.
Hood: Yea, about that...what happened with Zybala and OCW?
Smith: That’s an answer I’m not sure we’ll ever get.
Hood: Jock said it had to do with Outsiders.
Smith: Again, I don’t know anything concrete. Also...Bifford takes on former OCW LightWeight Champion - Jason Chase!
Hood: Chase is a good looking dude, no fucking homo. Bifford is, well, fat.
Smith: Bifford has been tearing it up in GCWA. He defeated Derek Mobley to become GCWA champion at their return PPV and is scheduled to main event GCWA’s PPV THIS Sunday...Blood on the Battlefield.
Hood: Hey! PerZag is in that too, right?
Smith: Indeed he is...two of GCWA’s main event are competing, tonight!
Hood: Far out, homie.
Smith: You seem like you’re in a weird mood, Hood.
Hood: Pulling double duty, bro. I spend my Fridays with Rockwell...and now I’m here on Monday with you. My creativity can only go SO FAR
Smith: How do you keep getting jobs yet I sit at home with a comatose phone during OCW’s down time?
Hood: Because there are a million Smiths out there. There’s only ONE Hood.
Smith: Thank goodness for that. Folks, before we get to our opening match...let’s throw it backstage as a familiar face is standing by!
~We cut backstage. Who’Re is standing by with JACK PUFFER! The crowd pops. Puffer is sporting a MUSTARD FACTORY t-shirt. He’s also got a giant container of mustard in his hand. He looks in the camera and does his signature GOOD DETECTIVE look. The fans pop again. Who’Re laughs, patting Jack on the arm~
Who’Re: Oh Jack! We’ve had some times together, haven’t we?
Jack Puffer: That we have...Who-Ray!
Who’Re: Jack! You finally pronounced my name correctly!
Jack Puffer: Well, Who-Ray, you see...I’ve learned a thing or two since joining GCWA. I’ve learned to be more aware. I’ve learned to be more awake. And, most importantly...I’ve learned how to fight.
Who’Re: Yes, you are currently competing in GCWA. And, your record indicates you’re doing quite well. So...why aren’t you in this field?
Jack Puffer: I considered it, but ultimately felt as though my name and what it means here wouldn’t be a good look for such a prestigious event. Which is fine. I’m happy to watch it from the sidelines.
Who’Re: I’m sure you have tremendous interest in this match...the first match of the tournament.
Jack Puffer: I do. Noah Hanson is my opponent this Sunday at GCWA’s Blood on the Battlefield. He’s achieved more in his career than I could ever dream...yet, I find myself thrust upward, eye-to-eye with this legend. Now, I know what everyone is thinking...Noah’s my opponent on Sunday...he’s about to step into the ring tonight...I’m backstage...tomfoolery is inevitable, right?
Who’Re: Well, I mean, this IS pro wrestling...and, well, more notably...this IS OCW.
Jack Puffer: Right. But that’s not my style. I respect Noah Hanson. I see him as someone to admire. Someone to aspire to emulate. He’s in the one percent of pro wrestlers in terms of career achievements. We ended things, he and I, on a bad note last week when he showed up with a contract for me to sign - making our match official. So, I’m here to congratulate him after he beats Lilith on a job well done. That should, hopefully, bury the axe and set the table for an honorable contest next week at Blood on the Battlefield.
Who’Re: Well, that sounds great, Jack. Great to see you doing so well. Let’s head back to ringside as it’s time to get the action underway!
~We cut back to Smith and Hood~
Smith: Detective Jack Puffer! To echo Who-Ray...glad to see him finding success in GCWA.
Hood: I’m glad he said what we’re all thinking.
Smith: Which is?
Hood: That Noah has this one in the bag.
Smith: I wouldn’t go that far, Hood. Lilith is a dangerous, dangerous competitor. She’s actually the favorite if you go by the sports book.
Hood: Fuck that shit. Lilith is one deprived ice cream scoop away from a full on mental break down. Noah’s a grizzled vet. He’s gonna own her tonight. Twilight keeps that team focused. There is no Sarah tonight.
Smith: Not to support your theory, but I have been informed that Twilight is banned from ringside tonight. If she makes an appearance during Lilith's match then Lilith will be eliminated from the tourney.
Hood: See? Told ya. Noah's on EZ street.
Smith: Well, we aren’t going to have to wait long to find out. Let’s head down to ringside as the tournament gets underway!
~The house lights go down as colorful lights start flashing all around the area. "Imaginary" by Evanescence begins to play, as Lilith appears at the top of the entrance ramp. She is wearing a black miniskirt, burgundy leggings, an extremely tight low cut tank top and black leather heeled ankle boots. Lilith proceeds to skips down to the ring holding a giant lollypop in one hand and a teddy bear in the other. The crowd look on confused but begin to boo her despite the fact that she looks so cheerful~
Belvedere: From Los Angeles, California… weighing in at 142 pounds.... she is LILITH!!!
~Lilith eventually reaches the ring and locates a child sitting front row, she passes him her giant lollipop. Lilith then skips around the outside of the ring, placing her teddy bear on the turnbuckle and bounces up onto the ring apron, waving to the crowd and blowing kisses to them all. She climbs through the ropes still smiling and waving to everyone whilst waiting for the match to begin~
Smith: It appears as though Lilith is ready!
Hood: She’s always ready...just ask Twilight.
Smith: Watch it, Hood.
~Lilith is talking to Belvedere. He tries to ignore her without pissing her off. Uncomfortable, Belvedere tries to furtively urge the backstage handlers to give Noah Hanson the okay to enter~
Smith: Lilith is as eager as always. I don’t think there’s a person in this field more excited for this tournament than the recently named Mrs. Twilight!
Hood: They got married?
Smith: Yes, that’s legal, you know.
Hood: I knew it was legal. I just didn’t know states were letting psychopaths enter into civil unions together. Seems kind of dangerous.
~"Killin In The Name of" by Rage Against the Machine blares and Noah makes his way to the ring to a mixed reaction. He threatens to hit a fan or two as he makes his way to the ring. As he poses in the middle of the ring as a gold and green pyro waterfall goes off behind him~
Belvedere: From Kansas City, Kansas...standing 6’2 and ¾ and weighing in at 236 and ¾ ….Noah Hanson!!!
~Belvedere gets scarce. He wants the HELL away from Lilith~
Smith: Noah Hanson has won as many championships in pro wrestling as any person in this field.
Hood: Yep, the dude is due to break out in OCW.
Smith: Indeed. Manifest Destiny 2 could be his opportunity. Speaking of opportunities, I hear Hanson is facing Jack Puffer at GCWA’s Pay Per View this Sunday!
Hood: Ugh, don’t get me started on Puffer. It’s RIDICULOUS
~The bell rings. Lilith SCREAMS at the top of her lungs and charges at Hanson~
Smith: And here we go! Lilith is wasting NO time!
Hood: Nice to see marriage didn’t eliminate any of her crazy.
Smith: If anything, it seems as though the dial might have been turned up.
Hood: C’mon, Noah! Put this bitch down! I’m pulling for Noah, in case you hadn’t noticed.
Smith: Trust me. I noticed.
~Hanson is caught slightly off guard. I mean, a person can prepare for Lilith but they can’t really PREPARE for Lilith. She leaps into the air and latches onto Noah like a spider. He stumbles into the corner. Lilith grabs Noah’s ears...her legs around wrapped around his waist. She leans back and dives forward with multiple head butts, rattling the brains of the pro wrestling legend. The crowd seems torn - who do they cheer for?~
Smith: Neither competitor is what you’d call a fan favorite...but these fans are going to have to make a decision.
Hood: It’s clear as beer. You cheer for Noah Hanson. The man is a living legend.
Smith: It’s not that clear, Hood. He said some very demeaning and sexist things about Lilith earlier this week.
Hood: Oh my fuck. Wrestling fans are the biggest pussies in the world.
~Hanson manages to locate his wits. He grabs Lilith by the hips and hoists her up for what appears to be a Last Ride Powerbomb. He marches toward the center of the ring. Lilith, realizing the danger, rakes Noah across the eyes. He’s stunned. She dives down his back looking for a sunset flip into a pin. Noah, however, drops a knee into her throat! He keeps the knee into her windpipe while he rubs his impacted head with his hands. Lilith kicks and grabs at Noah’s knee. Her face turning red. Scruff rushes over...he begins to administer a five count. The fans start to grow angry...the visual isn’t a great one~
Smith: C’mon, Scruff! Get that knee off of her windpipe! He could do serious damage!
Hood: She deserves it! Had she put a Noah Bear in the fucking catalogue perhaps Noah’s knee would be jammed into her giant titty rather than her windpipe.
Smith: Oh, so it’d be simple sexual assault rather than strangulation.
Hood: The lesser of two evils if you ask me.
~Scruff gets to five. He orders a break. Noah shoves Scruff away. Scruff looks anxious to call for the bell. Noah raises a fist...he removes his knee and brings his fist crashing downward. Fans leap up with angst. Lilith moves! Noah’s fist SLAMS into the mat. He pulls his arm back, violently and holds his hand in pain. Lilith rolls toward the ropes, coughing and holding her throat. Hanson reaches his feet...he looks at his fist and frowns in anger. He marches toward his target. Lilith rolls onto the apron. Noah reaches over the top rope, grabbing her by the hair and yanking Lilith into a seated position. He pulls back, HARD. Lilith yells due to the hair pull. She reaches her feet...Noah relaxes. Lilith jumps up and kicks Noah in the head!! He stumbles backward. Lilith hops onto the top rope and leaps off with a cross body! Noah goes down!! Lilith rolls away and pops back to her feet. The fans continue to get behind her~
Smith: These fans are PRO Lilith!
Hood: They must all be delusional with CORONA
Smith: Nope. Noah is just THAT despicable of a person.
Hood: He’s a businessman, Smith. He’s trying to win some mother fucking money. I guess that’s a sin in this country these days.
~Noah struggles to his feet. His body is moving faster than his feet...he’s trying to prevent another attack. Lilith is waiting. She rushes forward and throws a punch. Noah blocks it! He shoves Lilith away. She lunges back ahead with a thrust chop to the throat! Noah gasps for air, dropping to one knee. Lilith spins around and backhands the shit out of Noah’s face!!! He slams his fist into the ground, to remain on one knee. Lilith hits the ropes...she bounces off and takes Noah to the mat with a sliding clothesline!! The fans pop!~
Smith: Tremendous action from Lilith right there...that clothesline was a JAW check for Noah.
Hood: The fuck is a JAW check?
Smith: Ya know, test his jaw...see if he can take a punch.
Hood: I’ve never heard that expression, EVER
Smith: I just made it up.
Hood: Yea? Well, never use it again.
~Lilith immediately transitions on top of Noah, looking to achieve the mount position. Before Noah realizes what’s taking place, Lilith has achieved the mount. She turns her hands into claws and goes after his face. Noah does the best he can to cover up. Lilith is full on SAVAGE. Noah twitches to his left...then to his right...one deep laceration in the right spot could do some major damage to Noah. Finally, he manages to flip over, onto his front. Lilith now has his back. She wraps her legs around his body and hooks in a sleeper. Hanson looks up, his air is gone. She’s got it cut off. He’s got to move fast. He manages to rise to his feet with Lilith attached...he stumbles back into a corner, CRUSHING Lilith in between his weight and the buckles. Lilith releases...her feet hit the mat and she leans, almost totally limp, in the corner. Hanson spins around and belts Lilith with a clothesline!! He steps back. She stumbles forward and collapses, face first onto the mat. Noah places a foot on her back...he rubs his throat before raising an arm in the air. The fans BOOOO~
Smith: Get your arm down!
Hood: Easy, Smith...did Lilith promise you a Smithereen Smith Bear if she won this match?
Smith: No! I just get triggered when I see a man treat a woman like that.
Hood: IT’S A WRESTLING MATCH. For fuck’s sake, man. If Lilith can’t handle it then she needs to get back in the kitchen and make Noah a sandwich.
~Lilith suddenly flips over, grabbing Noah’s leg! His hubris has cost him the advantage! He nearly falls over. Lilith reaches up and grips his crotch. Noah’s eyes widen. The male fans grimace...the female fans cheer. Lilith rises to her feet with a handful of Noah’s most prized possession. She backs him into the ropes, giving him that signature LILITH CRAZY LOOK. He’s backed against the ropes...his eyes are shut, the pain is INTENSE. Lilith leans in like she’s going to kiss Noah...but, instead she bites his cheek! Noah’s feet kick around...Lilith releases her vice grip on Noah’s groin and wraps her arms around his upper torso with the HUG OF DOOM. Her nails DIG INTO Noah’s back as she releases the bite on Noah’s cheek. There are teeth marks and the beginnings of blood from the bite. He yells out in pain from the claws knifing into his vulnerable back~
Smith: You ask for crazy you’re gonna get crazy!
Hood: I don’t know how anyone can live with that woman. There’s FREAK and then there’s...well, whatever Lilith is.
Smith: There’s somebody out there for everyone, Hood.
Hood: I’m beginning to think Sarah is a saint. Taking Lilith off the market...saving people from the horrors that is Lilith behind a closed bedroom door.
~Scruff looks at Noah’s back...the nails digging into it. He makes that “Yikes” face and gives Noah a look that says, “Hey man, if you wanna give it up, I don’t blame ya.” Noah, a true champion, refuses. He fights through the pain and grabs Lilith by the head...he manages to deadlift her off the mat...her legs dangle...her nails leave Noah’s back. She spits in Noah’s face!! Hanson lets go...on the way down, Lilith grabs Noah’s head...she drops him with a Double Arm DDT!! Noah is down!! The crowd pops! Lilith rolls him over for a pin...Scruff slides in~
1!
2!
NO!
Smith: Noah Hanson survives!
Hood: This woman...she’s like a feral cat, man. You might be bigger...you might be stronger...but holy shit you’re gonna get fucked up fighting her.
Smith: She’s got her style, that’s for sure. It’s a style that won her and Sarah the OCW Tag Team titles. Belts that were once worn by Maurako and Paras...Ricky and Randy Valdez...Meyhu and TIO...Mark Kelley and Pete Parker...Curt Canon and…
Hood: WE GET IT
~Undaunted, Lilith pops back to her feet. She sees a group of young women dressed in R.O.S.E. gear. They are waving Lilith and Twilight teddy bears around. Inspired, Lilith yells out “TEDDY TRIUMPH!” Noah, on all fours, has his hair snatched by Lilith. She drags him toward the nearest corner and RAMS him face first into the top buckle...his legs wobble. She turns and heads for the second corner. Noah tries to fight her off...but she kicks him in the side of the knee. She then rams his face into the buckle!! Once again, his knees are gelatinized. She points toward the third! The fans pop! She drags him toward this corner and thrust his head forward...but he grabs onto the ropes with both hands, preventing impact. Lilith tries to force Noah’s head forward...but the much larger, stronger Hanson rears back and drills Lilith in the face with an elbow!! The impact is FLUSH. Lilith stumbles backward, holding her nose. Noah turns around...he leans into the corner...he’s still shaken from all the punishment. Lilith looks at her hand...no blood. Her eyes are tearing up from the impact. She places them upon Noah and screams...she runs forward, recklessly. Noah lifts a boot and DRILLS Lilith in the face!! She falls backward, slamming HARD on the mat. The fans quiet down. Lilith is on the mat...her hair lays wildly atop the mat, her eyes are closed. Noah stands upright and walks out of the corner...his confidence grows with each step~
Smith: Dang it!
Hood: Going back to that cat analogy. A cat sucks and can really do some damage...UNTIL you stomp on its back. Then, the fight is over.
Smith: Lilith is down and, yea, it doesn’t look good...but she’s come back from worse.
Hood: Not against the likes of Noah Hanson. Chalk it up, boys...this one is OVER.
~He reaches down, snaring Lilith by her black hair. He pulls her up...she claws at his face! He brings her in tight...she claws his back. Noah has a look that says “This fucking bitch, holy shit” He spins around and drills her into the mat with a Belly to Belly!! She’s down, once again. Noah, on his knees....he feels around his back, we get a look. There are numerous scratches and a few traces of blood. Nothing major...more painful than anything. He reaches down, grabs her by the head and slams the back of her head into the mat, hard. He stands up and yanks Lilith off the mat. This time, she is unresponsive. Hanson gets Lilith on his back...he stands up, jumps and drops Lilith with a leaping Vertibreaker (Big Opening Weekend)!! Lilith is out! Noah goes for a pin. Scruff slides in~
1!
2!
Shoulder Up!
Smith: Lilith kicked out!
Hood: Wrong. She got a shoulder up.
Smith: Same thing.
Hood: No, it’s not. Men kick out. Lilith weaseled out with that little feminine shoulder.
~Hanson slaps the mat and eyes Scruff. The vet has a feeling when a count could have been quicker. He deems that count a little slow. But, he stays the course knowing Lilith and her fucking nails could attempt a comeback at any moment. He pulls Lilith to her feet and drills her in the gut with a knee. He grabs hold of Lilith...it looks like a rock bottom...instead, he drops her with a Reverse Russian Leg Sweep (Summer Bomb)!!! Lilith is face down on the mat after impact. Noah pushes her lifeless body over, onto its back. He makes the cover...Scruff slides in~
1!
2!
SHOULDER UP
Smith: Again!
Hood: Noah tried the most devastating move in OCW history and...it didn’t work.
Smith: He calls that the Summer Bomb and, yes, it is a variation of Meyhu’s Ego Trip.
~Hanson gets to his feet with a sense of urgency. Scruff does the same. Hanson shoves Scruff in the corner, arguing the count. Scruff holds two fingers up, but it’s clear he’s nervous. Behind Noah, Lilith is struggling to her feet. She reaches her feet and staggers around. She sees Noah’s scratched back...she runs forward, yelling. Noah moves!! Lilith leaps into the air and crushes Scruff in the corner!! Scruff falls to the mat and rolls out of the ring...Lilith’s mouth falls open, surprised. Noah grabs her from behind and tosses her on her head with a Release German Suplex!! Lilith is down. Hanson returns to his feet...he kicks at Lilith. The fans boo. Noah talks shit...he calls her a rug munching lesbian...and much, much worse. The fans continue to boo. They yell “FUCK YOU HANSON!” Some even start an ‘INCEL’ chant. Hanson ignores them...he surveys his surroundings and smiles~
Smith: What’s he got to smile about? Is he actually proud of himself?
Hood: Why not? He’s in a big money tournament and he’s kicking his first round opponent around like a fucking dog. He’s living his best life, Smith.
Smith: Deplorable.
Hood: Do us all a favor and end it, Noah! Take that bitch OUT.
~Noah heads for the ropes. Scruff is nowhere to be seen. Hanson hops out of the ring and reaches under the ring...he removes a steel chair! The fans BOOO! Fans near Scruff lean over the guard rail and yell at him, trying to wake him up. Noah, steel chair in hand, heads for the ring steps. The fans suddenly pop! Our camera cuts to find JACK PUFFER running down the ramp. He’s toting a jar of Alice’s Mustard from the Mustard Factory. Noah reaches the top step. Jack places the jar on the mat and grabs at Noah’s leg. Noah looks down...he’s shocked and annoyed to find PUFFER~
Smith: It’s Jack Puffer! He’s set ot face Noah this Sunday at Blood on the Battlefield!
Hood: Get that clown out of here! Noah’s about to end Lilith...effectively doing the WORLD a favor.
Smith: Puffer wants to make amends to Noah...but I’m not sure this is the best way to go about that.
Hood: He’s such a fucking idiot.
~Noah kicks Jack away. Puffer yells, “Don’t do this, Noah! You’re better than this.” Noah indicates that Jack will be next once he’s done with Lilith. Hanson climbs the corner, chair in hand. Lilith remains on the mat. Jack looks at Noah. He looks at the chair. He looks at Lilith. He looks at the jar of mustard...it reads “To Noah From Jack. I’m sorry.” The fans urge Jack to make a move~
Smith: Jack Puffer is a chivalrous man. There’s no way he’s going to let Noah do...whatever he thinks he’s going to do with that chair.
Hood: Isn’t it obvious? Noah is going to hit Lilith with the LadyKiller via a steel chair and LITERALLY kill a lady.
Smith: Puffer! You’ve got to stop this man!
Hood: No way! A Noah win only makes him a bigger, better opponent for Jack. Stand back, Puffer and let Hanson do his thing!
~Noah reaches the top, chair in hand. Puffer shakes his head...he CAN’T stand by and watch this atrocity. He grabs the mustard jar and hops onto the apron, latching onto Noah’s leg. Noah looks down and tries to kick Puffer off. He does. Puffer staggers along the apron. He looks down at the jar and removes the lid...he then thrusts it upward...mustard flies and hits Noah in the face! The fans go wild!!! Noah drops the chair into the ring. He loses his footing...in trying to regain his balance, he turns around and gets crotched atop the corner with his back to the ring. Puffer looks at the open and empty mustard jar...then at the yellow face of Noah. He tries to say he’s sorry. Lilith, however, is already on her feet. She sets the chair up in the ring, charges in and dropkicks Puffer off the apron~
Smith: He may not have got what he deserved...but good on Puffer for taking a stand1
Hood: I just hope that sad sack of shit remembers what happens when you help Lilith and/or Sarah Twilight.
Smith: Regardless...Noah Hanson is in bad shape.
Hood: Luckily, he’s twice Lilith’s size...so there’s not much she can really do, right?
~Lilith gets under Noah...she manages to pull him off the top. He’s way too heavy for her frame. She wants to drop him onto the chair with the first half of The Twilight Zone! He legs are about to give out under Noah’s tremendous weight. So, she falls forward and drops Noah with a powerbomb into the chair!!! The chair is crushed! Noah is down. Lilith crawls over and slings the chair out of the ring. Scruff slides in upon hearing the impact. Lilith leaps on top of Noah. Scruff makes the count~
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3!!!!
~The bell rings! The fans pop~
Belvedere: Here is your winner...and the first person moving on into the second round of Manifest Destiny 2…LILITH!!!!!
Smith: She did it! Lilith is advancing!
Hood: And just like that this tournament has gone to SHIT
Smith: She earned it, Hood. Had it not been for nefarious means, she would have won this easily.
Hood: Bull fucking shit. Noah was in control until the ‘good’ detective showed up and ruined everything! Fuck my life.
~Lilith pops to her feet and gets her arm raised. She’s giddy as usual. She looks around to make sure she didn’t get any mustard on her...somehow, she managed to avoid it. She looks down at Noah and gives him a very insincere wave goodbye before exiting. She struts by Puffer, ignoring the man who helped her. He sits up and looks in the ring at an unconscious and mustard covered Hanson~
Smith: That’s twice in a week that Puffer has tried to be good to Hanson only to result in Hanson getting hit with mustard.
Hood: Even worse...Puffer is the reason Hanson is out of Manifest Destiny 2!
Smith: While I don’t agree with that...he did appear in this match and played a role in the outcome.
Hood: There’s gonna be hell to pay for Jack Puffer. I hope Noah Hanson whips his ass at Blood on the Battlefield.
Smith: While I disagree...fans, this Sunday, Jack Puffer and Noah Hanson will square off in GCWA at Blood on the Battlefield. Meanwhile, here in OCW, Lilith...the former OCW Tag Team Champion advances!
Hood: I was REALLY hoping she’d be one and done. Why can’t things ever go my way?
Smith: Because you have terrible taste in wrestlers. Lilith is a darkhorse to win this thing, folks. Do not sleep on this woman...she might be a little...estranged, mentally...but she’s an amazing competitor. She will face the winner of our next match, The Big Bifford and Jason Chase.
Hood: Well, at least Bifford will crush Chase and then Lilith. So it’ll just be a two match deal with her...I don’t think I can handle more than two Lilith matches, man.
Smith: I’d suggest figuring out a way to handle more Lilith because she could very well go all the way. Folks...Bifford and Chase are next but first, let’s cut to a promo for GCWA's Blood on the Battlefield V!
1st Round
The Big Bifford vs. Jason Chase
~OCW fans everywhere are still buzzing about that great Lilith/Hanson match. We see one fan look to another and ask “OMG HOW CAN THIS SHIT GET ANY BETTER, I’VE MISSED OCW SO MUCH!” to which the other fan replies, “Pro Wrestling is the shittiest shits without OCW.” Everyone around them raises a beer and shouts “HUZZAH!” And, with that...GANGSTA’S PARADISE by Coolio hits~
Smith: Oh my!
Hood: The HEAVY favorite to down this weird field of competitors is about to grace us with his presence!
Smith: Grace is a bit strong. However, you know it’s a special occasion when one of OCW’s top tier Hall of Famers dons the wrestling attire for the evening
~A tiny ring cart appears with Bifford standing in the middle of it. He’s got his MAGICAL FLEECE over his shoulders. He holds, in his left hand the MIGHTY SCYTHE. MYSTICAL CONFETTI falls from the ceiling, keeping up with the miniature, motorized ring as it carries Bifford down the ramp. The fans, feeling nostalgic, chant “BIFF! BIFF! BIFF!” Bifford ignores them, staring straight ahead at the ring~
Belvedere: Introducing first...he is a tall man who weighs many pounds. He’s a former OCW Champion. He is an OCW Hall of Famer. He is a multiple-time GCWA Champion...he is THE BIG BIFFORD!
~The ring cart stops. A couple of OCW employees head over to unlatch the ropes, giving Bifford an exit. Bifford raises his MIGHTY SCYTHE. The employees scatter. People ringside shriek. He cascades the scythe downward with a mighty blow, severing the rings at the center. Their severed ends hang. Bifford steps down and is free of the miniature ring. He reaches the real ring...he marches up the steps and slowly enters through the ropes with his giant gut molesting the middle rope~
Smith: Bifford looking as...well, big as ever.
Hood: A man of every vice. He’ll outlive us all, Smith.
Smith: The way my life is going? You’re probably right.
~soft jazz plays as the sound of women moaning is heard over the speakers. The women in the audience cheer in delight as Chase makes his way to the ring. Women rush towards the aisle way and throw their panties at him as he dodges them . Once inside the ring he stands atop the top rope and flexes as the women and some men yell out admiration~
Belvedere: From Hollywood, California...standing 6’2 and weighing in at 215lbs...he is a former OCW LightWeight Champion...please welcome back to OCW - Jason Chase!!
~Belvedere exits. Chase hops off the top rope, bouncing around the ring...he looks as spry as ever. Bifford’s eyes narrow. He maintains a firm grip on his MIGHTY SCYTHE. Scruff walks over, trying to get Biff to relinquish the scythe~
Smith: Great to see Jason Chase back inside an OCW Ring!
Hood: Yea, gotta be honest...I have no idea what to expect outta this guy. I mean, he was pretty damn good...TWENTY years ago.
Smith: More like seventeen, but I get your point.
Hood: EIFFEL TOWER
Smith: Look at you with the throwback reference!
~Biff refuses to relinquish the MIGHTY SCYTHE. A pop sounds and a bunch of MYSTICAL CONFETTI fall from the ceiling. It clouds Biff’s vision. Chase charges forward, he leaps into the air and kicks Biff in the face with a dropkick!! Bifford stumbles into the corner, dropping his MIGHTY SCYTHE. Scruff kicks it out of the ring and signals for the bell. The match is underway!! Chase kicks Biff’s legs out from underneath him...Biff drops to a seated position. Chase kicks him in the face, repeatedly...until Biff rolls under the bottom rope to the floor, to catch his breath. Chase leaps over the top rope and crashes down on Biff with a crossbody...he lands on Biff’s back, flattening out the big man...or, well, as flat as he can get, anyway. Chase pops back to his feet with an arrogant smile~
Smith: Jason Chase is ALL OVER Bifford!
Hood: I know Bifford is the favorite and Chase is a dark horse...but, man, Chase was very...VERY good under the Omega banner.
Smith: A former LightWeight Champion...back in those days, some considered the Lightweight title more prestigious than the OCW Title.
Hood: Okay, now that’s just ridiculous.
~Chase rips the MAGICAL FLEECE from Biff’s back and gives it a look. He sniffs it for some reason and quickly recoils. He turns and spots a few female admirers in the front row...he heads their way. From behind...a cloaked individual hops the barricade...he’s got a steel chair. He SLAMS the chair into Bifford. He does it again and again...Chase turns around...he tilts his head back with surprise. The fans start to boo~
Smith: I mean, I know Bifford is a terrible...terrible human...but these fans were hoping to see a fair fight between two big names from OCW’s past!
Hood: They still can. Bifford has survived worse than a few chair shots.
Smith: And who even IS that guy…
Hood: What are you asking me for? He’s cloaked! Clearly he doesn’t want to be identified...but, if I had to guess...I’d say it’s that chickenshit Ed Houston, looking to get a leg up in his GCWA Title match this Sunday.
~Chase watches like a ringside fan. I mean, why wouldn’t he? Let someone else do the work for him. He leans over and takes a female’s drink, enjoying a sip. The woman seems to enjoy it even more. The cloaked individual continues to bash Bifford with the chair. Scruff looks on from inside the ring. He yells “ONE!” Chase hands the drink back over. Scruff yells “TWO!” The cloaked man gives Bifford a couple of Concerto chair shots! Scruff yells “THREE!”~
Smith: Bifford is being decimated...and all Scruff can think to do is count?
Hood: What’s he supposed to do? Bifford is a murderer who walks around with a scythe. What would YOU do?
Smith: Good point.
~Scruff yells “FOUR!” More chair shots ring out. Chase turns around and writes his phone number across the voluptuous cleavage of another female fan. Scruff yells “FIVE!” Chase eyes the boyfriend of the girl whose breasts he just signed. The boyfriend gives Chase a thumb up, indicating that he’s cool with it. Scruff yells “SIX!” More chairshots onto Biff’s body~
Smith: So is Chase just going to pick up women while this unknown assailant bashes Bifford with a chair?
Hood: I think so. Chase already did his job...he removed Bifford’s MAGICAL FLEECE. We all know BIfford is far less dangerous without that fleece on.
Smith: Well, I guess that’s why he dubs it Magical.
~Scruff yells “SEVEN!” A cute woman around 20 looks at Chase, bats her eyes and says “All good girls go to Heaven!” The cloaked man continues bashing Bifford with the chair...a chair that is beginning to fall apart. Chase looks at the girl and asks her if she’d like to take a tour of Hell. The girl nearly faints. Scruff yells “EIGHT!” Chase signs his number across this woman’s chest and says “Don’t be late.” The cloaked man finally finishes...the chair is basically broken in two. He tosses it to the side and spits on Biff...he then heads back into the crowd~
Smith: I don’t know who that was or what the attack was about...but he’s basically killed Bifford.
Hood: I’m telling you. It’s Ed Houston softening Bifford up for this Sunday.
Smith: Ed, Mack, or PerZag would be the most likely suspects.
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Hood: Yep...but they just did Chase a huge favor...UNLESS Chase is too busy chasing pussy to realize he has to get back into the ring.
~Scruff yells “NINE!” Chase excuses himself from all the females that have gathered at ringside. He turns to head for the ring...but someone grabs his arm, trying to prevent him from reaching the ring before ten~
Smith: Bifford isn’t going to make the ten count...but what about Chase? Someone is trying to hold him back!
Hood: Is...is that a member of the Roman family?
Smith: Well he’s wearing a shirt that says Skytanic...with a slash going through it.
Hood: That jilted BITCH is trying to keep Chase from advancing! He didn’t want to marry you, woman....MOVE ON
Smith: Well he did sleep with everyone she ever met prior to the wedding so I’m not sure she’s the bad person in this scenario.
~Chase takes the marker he’s been using to write his number down across the breast of women and jams it into this person’s eye. They let Chase go. Chase DIVES into the ring. Scruff yells out “TEN!” and he calls for the bell. The crowd...despite seeing what was coming, gasps with shock upon arrival~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…JASON CHASE!!!!!
Smith: A gross way for Chase to advance in this tournament. Makes me sick!
Hood: Somebody wanted to fuck Bifford over. Somebody wanted to fuck Chase over. One got the job done...the other didn’t. I’m telling you, these Hollywood types...they have no work ethic these days.
Smith: It appears as though the Roman family set out to screw Chase over tonight. However, he was able to break free just in time to beat the count of ten which, by rule, pushes him in to the second round. Bifford’s assailant, meanwhile, was successful in achieving his goal.
Hood: Yep, and Bifford is STILL down. Let’s hope he’s okay come Sunday.
~Chase hops out of the ring and heads up the ramp. He doesn’t seem bothered at all by what happened to Biff. The man is an opportunist...the type who gets the job done no matter the route. He walks through the curtain with several female options awaiting him later that evening. OCW medics, meanwhile, check on Biff. One of them picks up the chair, eyeing it~
Smith: I’ve never seen a chair dented so thoroughly. That may be the most vicious chair beatdown in company history.
Hood: It kinda had to be...to keep Bifford down for the ten count.
Smith: Indeed and Chase, well, he doesn’t seem to care at all.
Hood: Why should he? He moves on! He’s facing that psycho bitch Lilith next.
Smith: That...should be interesting. Anyway, Chase moves on via countout and, as Hood said, he will face Lilith in two weeks. Now, let’s cut to a commercial before we enter the back half of tonight’s in-ring programming!
Smith: That's right, folks! Cheasy M is returning to Wednesday nights as PILEDRIVER will officially begin re-airing with the start of OCW Season 1!
Hood: Can somebody finally ask that fucking guy why he spells his name CHEASY
Smith: You can feel free to submit that question along with many other questions I'm sure he'll be happy to answer during Wednesday Night Piledriver! But that's down the road...tonight, we continue our path toward Manifest Destiny...our third match is set to take place and it should be a great one. Former OCW owner Mike Zybala will take on one half of the OCW Tag Team Champions, Duce.
Hood: A couple of guys who like to throw their legs around.
Smith: Indeed...let's head down to ringside!
1st Round
Duce Jones vs. Mike Zybala
~The fans are buzzing, but soon turn to a mixed reaction as a voice begins to speak through the PA system~
“And the whole world loves it when you sing the blues… Da. Da.. Da. Da. Da.. Da….”
~The opening sounds of “Godspeed” by Don Trip begins to play as the lights inside of the arena turn a crimson hue color, soon the stage filling up with smoke. After about a minute of waiting, Duce Jones slowly emerge through the fog, mixed emotions coming from the crowd~
Belvedere: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at two hundred fifteen pounds! From Memphis, Tennessee… DUCE JONES!
~Slowly making his way towards the ring, Jones ignores the cheers and jeers that the fans are giving, as he soon makes it to ringside. Climbing onto the apron, Duce goes to the corner to his right, climbing onto the second rope and peering out into the crowd. Finally done, he jumps over the top rope, landing inside of the ring and removes his hooded vest as he prepares for action~
Smith: Duce Jones, one half of the OCW Tag Team Champions!
Hood: He shares that honor with his father, Krayzie.
Smith: Indeed
Belvedere: And, his opponent…
~The crowd joins in one giant, orgasmic pop as MIKE ZYBALA appears on stage! The chants “ZYBALA! ZYBALA!” fill the OCW Arena. Mike Zybala throws a few superkicks before hustling down the ramp, highfiving fans on his way to the ring. Duce drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring. Zybala slides in, pops to his feet and poses for the loud and appreciative audience~
Belvedere: From Buffalo, New York...standing 5’6 and weighing in at 175lbs...he is a former Commissioner and Owner of OCW. He is the current GCWA X-Division Champion...he is...Mike Zybala!!
~Zybala throws a superkick at the announcement of his name. HUGE POP. Duce slides back into the ring. Belvedere exits...the bell rings~
Smith: Mike Zybala and Duce Jones...this should be a great match up!
Hood: Yep, two men with huge names in and out of OCW.
Smith: Duce is a former two-time CWF Champion. Mike Zybala is the GCWA X-Division Champion as well as a former Boardwalk Champion.
Hood: Crazy to think Duce has won more OCW titles than Zybala.
~Duce and Zybala circle one another. Zybala claps his hands together, working the fans into a frenzy. Duce, rotating his shoulder, finds it to be in good shape. The two men square up and lock up! Duce uses his size advantage to bully Zybala into a corner. Scruff forces a break. It’s clean. The two men circle each other once more...another lock up takes place! Duce hooks Zybala in a side head lock...Zybala shoots Duce into the ropes...Duce takes Zybala down with a shoulder. Zybala pops back to his feet...Duce hits the ropes...Zybala jumps up with a leap frog. Duce hits the ropes again...Zybala drops to the mat...Duce hops over Zybala’s body. Duce hits the ropes a third time..Zbyala pops to his feet and takes Duce over with a deep arm drag! He holds onto Duce’s arm, applying an armbar. It’s Duce’s medically operated on shoulder. Duce grimaces while trying to fight out of it~
Smith: Zybala has that arm bar locked in DEEP
Hood: Yep and I know Duce’s shoulder seems to be fixed...but you don’t really want some horror movie villain twisting on it.
Smith: You really think Zybala is a horror movie villain?
Hood: Totally. He roams the dark crevices of the OCW Arena looking to harm black people. He’s the Menacing Racist.
~Duce fights to his feet...he doesn’t want that shoulder harmed any more than necessary. He pushes his palm into Zybala’s chin, shoving the Tier 2 star back up against the ropes. Zybala manages to slide his head between the middle and top ropes, forcing a break. Duce holds his arms up and backs away. Zybala slides back into the ring and turns sideways toward Duce with his leg ready to go! Duce darts out of the way. Zybala smiles and winks at Duce. Duce has a ‘wtf’ look on his face~
Smith: Some showmanship by Zybala! He’s trying to get into Duce’s head.
Hood: I’m not sure there’s any more room in that head, to be honest. Duce has a lot going on, mentally.
Smith: That’s not nice, to talk about someone’s psyche.
Hood: It’s nicer than anything I would or could say about Zybala.
~Duce charges at Zybala...they lock up. Zybala ducks underneath and locks Duce’s arm behind him. Duce grabs Zybala by the head and snap mares him over. Zybala lands on his feet! Duce pops to his. Zybala turns around...Duce lifts his knee...Zybala darts out of the way! Duce looks at Zybala and, instead of winking, gives him a middle finger. Zybala frowns~
Smith: The D-Trigga and Zybala’s Superkick...it will likely come down to those two moves.
Hood: Pulling for the D-Trigga...there’s only room in OCW for one racist...and that man is Chad Vargas.
Smith: Zybala isn’t racist!
Hood: I dunno...he went after the only person of color in that horror scene.
Smith: It’s a horror movie trope, you dunce!
Hood: Well, excuse me if my taste in movies is better than yours.
~The two men reach to lock up once more...Zybala ducks! Duce turns around...Zybala nails him with a couple of right jabs! Duce stumbles into the ropes...Zybala whips him off the ropes...Duce reverses right into a lariat!! Zybala turns inside out, landing hardon the mat. Duce shakes his arm, showing that the impact didn’t leave him unscathed. He then looks down at Zybala...he leaps up and drops a leg across Zybala’s throat~
Smith: And the first man with an advantage is Duce!
Hood: I think it’s safe to say these guys are two of the most underrated wrestlers in modern day OCW.
Smith: Oh I’d agree...in any other era these two would be sure fire main eventers...but this latest era was so tough they didn’t get near the credit they deserved.
Hood: Well, that can change now. They can win some MONEY
~Duce pops back to his feet...he brings Zybala along. He whips Zybala into the nearest corner, Zybala hits hard. Duce flies in with a HUGE splash. He backs away...Zybala stumbles forward. Duce drops his head and hoists Zybala up with a back body drop. Zybala, though, lands on his feet behind Duce. Duce spins around...Zybala is ready to throw a SUPERKICK! But...THE LIGHTS GO OUT~
Smith: What happened?
Hood: Ah! We forgot to pay the light bill again!
Smith: I don’t think so, Hood. Is this...WRESTLING SHENANIGAN 101?
Hood: Maybe...but it’s shitty timing for Zybala. He was about to snap Duce’s chin with a SUPERKICK
~The lights come back on Zybala is like “what the heck?” Duce takes him down with a spinning heel kick!! Zybala hits hard. Duce makes the cover~
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Kick Out!
Smith: Zybala kicks out! Glad the lights are on but, you’re right...that temporary black out cost Zybala.
Hood: It sure as shit did...he may have already won this match if the power hadn’t blinked out for a half second.
~Duce pops back to his feet. Zybala is slow returning to his. Duce charges ahead with a Superman Punch...Zybala ducks...he grabs Duce’s head and drops him with a neckbreaker! The fans pop! Zybala pops back to his feet...he’s feeling the energy. Duce struggles to his feet. Zybala runs forward and knocks Duce down with a clothesline. He hops onto a middle buckle and turns around, facing Duce. Duce returns to his feet...Zybala leaps off with a Meteora!! He takes Duce down and hooks the leg, pinning Duce’s shoulders with his knees. Scruff slides in~
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Kick Out!
Smith: Kick out by Duce!
Hood: This is starting to resemble a shitty horror film.
Smith: How so?
Hood: Zybala is winning! That’s terrifying…
~Mikey Z is already back on his feet. He’s ready for a SUPERKICK. Duce returns to his...he’s a bit punch drunk. Zybala moves to throw a SUPERKICK but...THE LIGHTS GO OUT ONCE AGAIN! A few women and high pitched men shriek~
Smith: Not again!
Hood: This is fucking ridiculous. Who let their kid around the light switch?
Smith: Does anybody in OCW have kids?
Hood: Good question...I mean, TIO used to….
Smith: Too soon, Hood.
~The lights come back on. Zybala looks around like “What’s going on?” Duce charges ahead and connects with a Superman Punch!!! Zybala stumbles into a corner. Duce runs in and clocks Zybala in the chin with a D-Trigga!!! Zybala is wobbly...he’s reeling...Duce hoists Zybala onto his shoulders...he spins Zybala around and drops him with Final Tic 2.0 (Fireman’s Carry into Single Knee Facebuster)!!! The crowd jumps to their feet...Duce makes the cover~
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Kick Out!!
Smith: Another kick out by the most resilient man in OCW history!
Hood: Yep, he’s like herpes. Dude just won’t stay licked.
Smith: Gross
~Duce slaps the mat, frustrated...so close to victory. He returns to his feet and brings Zybala along. He hooks Zybala’s arms...he’s looking for a ripcord headbutt...he dives forward...but Zybala ducks and dodges the heat...he hooks Duce’s body...he yells out, using all the strength he has to life Duce up and over with a Northern Lights Suplex! He bridges into a pin...Scruff slides in with the count~
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Kick Out!
Smith: Kick out by Duce! That’s about the most strength I’ve ever seen out of Zybala.
Hood: Yep, like every female on this roster, Zybala is typically outsized by his opponent.
Smith: True...but not the way I would have phrased it.
~Zybala scrambles to his feet. Duce isn’t far behind...these two lightning quick, fiece competitors are trying to stay ahead of one another. Duce throws another D-Trigga at Zybala...but Zybala dodges. Zybala hops onto the middle buckle of the nearest corner. He leaps off and spins in the air...Duce turns around...Zybala comes down, he grabs Duce by the head and drops him with an Implant DDT!! Duce’s head hits HARD. He doesn’t appear to be moving...Zybala rolls him over and goes for the pin~
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Shoulder Up!
Smith: Shoulder up for Duce! That was a pretty sick DDT.
Hood: If by sick you mean CORONA sick, sure. But if by sick you mean THAT WAS SICK BRO, sick...no.
Smith: I meant sick in the ‘his head hit the mat really hard’ way.
Hood: Oh, okay. Sick move, bro.
~Mike is back on his feet...he leans into a corner, watching Duce. Duce struggles...but he rises to his feet, holding his head. Zybala has his leg ready...he looks out to the crowd and yells SUPERKICK. The crowd is about to pop for a Zybala SUPERKICK when...THE LIGHTS GO OUT! More screams and cries from scared fans~
Smith: That’s the THIRD time this has happened in this match!
Hood: No shit. Such a random thing.
Smith: I don’t think it’s random, Hood. Every time it’s happened it’s happened right as Zybala is about to Superkick Duce.
Hood: Like I said - random.
~The lights come back on...Zybala throws his arms into the air, frustrated. The fans start to boo. Duce, again, takes advantage. He smacks Zybala across the face with a roundhouse kick!! Zybala falls into the ropes...he ricochets off...Duce drops to his knee, turns around and flips Zybala over with a snap mare. This time Zybala lands on his ass. Duce pops to his feet...he hits the ropes, bounces off and drills Zybala with a knee! Zybala flattens out. Duce returns to his feet...he stands over Zybala and jumps into the air, landing on top of Zybala with a standing Senton!! He hooks Zybala’s leg...Scruff slides in with the count~
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Kick Out!
Smith: Another kick out...my gosh Zybala is tough.
Hood: Duce is throwing the kitchen sink at Zybala...THE KITCHEN SINK...and he can’t keep that little maniac down.
Smith: I feel like Zybala is fighting MORE than Duce tonight.
Hood: What...you think Krayzie is in the crowd? Gonna interfere?
Smith: No. These blackouts...something is going on...feels like there’s a vendetta gainst our former owner.
~Duce returns to his feet. He scoops Zybala off the mat and hoists him onto his shoulder. He charges toward the corner...perhaps looking to throw Zybala like a dart into the buckles. Zybala slides off, down Duce’s back. He lands on his feet. Duce runs into the corner with no Zybala to throw. He turns around and throws a punch...Zybala grabs Duce’s arm and spins around, looking for an armbar. Duce’s shoulder turns in an unnatural motion, allowing him to slip free. Zybala is like ‘the hell?’ Duce looks at his shoulder, equally surprised. He then jumps forward with a D-Trigga...but Zybala moves! Duce’s knee hits the ropes...he turns around, wincing...a bit of a limp. Zybala jumps up and dropkicks Duce! Duce staggers into the ropes...he stumbles forward...Zybala, back on his feet, hits Duce with a Codebreaker!!! Duce stands upright...he’s about to fall over...Zybala kips up and rolls Duce over into a Small Package! Scruff slides in with the count~
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Kick Out!
Smith: And now Zybala throwing everything he has at Duce only to see Duce kick out.
Hood: What the fuck did Duce’s shoulder do? That looked weird as hell.
Smith: Rumors going around he may have had some bones removed during surgery...perhaps that made the shoulder more...limber?
Hood: I don’t know..but he was definitely showing some Gumbi Shoulder just a second ago.
Smith: Dated reference.
~Zybala lands on his feet after the strong kick out. Duce pushes up to his. Zybala looks around, anxious. He’s ready for another SUPERKICK attempt. But he’s gun shy, expecting darkness. Duce spins around and drills Zybala with a backfist. Zybala stumbles into the ropes. Duce lifts a knee into Zybala’s gut. He hooks Zybala around the waist for a Gut Wrench Suplex. He lifts Zybala easily...maybe TOO easily...Zybala flips over, landing on his feet. Duce turns around...Zybala lunges forward with a SUPERKICK...but the LIGHTS GO OUT~
Smith: NOT AGAIN! This is a conspiracy, Hood!
Hood: I’m not one to wear tin foil hates either, Smith. But it does seem as though somebody wants Zybala to fall in this first round.
Smith: I’d complain to management...but I’m not entirely sure who owns this place. Nobody is.
Hood: Jock Reasoning knows.
Smith: Well I wish he’d say...because stuff like this...it needs to be answered for!
~The lights come back on. Zybala says fuck it and throws his Superkick anyway...Duce ducks! Zybala winds up behind Duce...he turns around and jumps on Duce’s back. Duce tries to fight him off. Zybala hooks a Full Nelson! Duce is trapped~
Smith: Yes! Way to go, Zybala!
Hood: Man, if Duce loses after all these black outs...I dunno.
Smith: I like Duce but that’d be justice. Spit right in the eye of tyranny, Mike!
Hood: During your passionate ranting do you ever stop and think maybe Duce winning is what’s BEST for OCW?
Smith: The best competitor winning is and will always be what’s best for OCW.
~Duce feels his shoulder giving way...in another unnatural manner. He becomes disjointed and frees his arm! Zybala loses his grip. Duce snares Zybala’s arm, turns around and delivers a ripcord headbutt! Zybala is dazed. Duce follows that headbutt with a vicious knee strike to the head!! Zybala won’t go down...Duce backs up..he hits the ropes and flies through the air, drilling Zybala with Krayzed Knee!!! Zybala hits the mat hard...both legs flying in the air...Duce hooks them both...Scruff slides in~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…DUCE JONES!!!!!
~The crowd throws their hands in the air, frustrated. Duce pops to his feet. Zybala rolls away, holding his face. Duce gets his arm raised...he looks around at the lights, confused like everyone else...but it’s a win and he’ll take it. He hops through the ropes and heads up the ramp. The fans, not exactly booing Duce, are still pissed over what happened to Zybala~
Smith: Duce wins...but Zybala was clearly screwed in this one. Whoever is in charge didn’t want Zybala winning.
Hood: They did OCW and its fans a great service. Send Zybala back to Outsiders where he belongs!
Smith: It disgusts me, quite frankly. But, Duce moves on...this gives him some momentum heading into GCWA’s Blood on the Battlefield where he’ll face The Empty, Dr. Baad, and The Enforcerin a #1 Contenders Match.
Hood: Right on. Meanwhile Zybala has a match, right?
Smith: Well, I’d think GCWA’s color commentator should know this...but, yes Zybala will compete this Sunday at Blood on the Battlefield in a tag match...he’ll team with Peter Vaughn to take on the A-List!
Hood: Zybala and Vaughn...two Grade-A losers!
Smith: Wrong. Zybala very well would have won tonight had it not been for an apparent managerial screwjob.
Hood: Shoulda Coulda Woulda
~Zybala pulls himself up...the man is resilient. The fans chant “ZYBALA!” He heads fro the ropes and asks for a mic. Belvedere hands one over. Zybala brings the mic to his mouth, ready to speak. He starts...but nothing comes out. He taps the mic...nothing~
Smith: They cut the mic on him!
Hood: Batteries must have run out.
Smith: Belvedere was just using it! I’m telling ya...it’s a conspiracy against Zybala!
Hood: There ya go...putting that tin foil hat on again.
~Zybala tosses the mic into the crowd. He motions for the camera to zoom in...it does, close enough to hear him. He starts to speak but...before he can get anything out, we cut away~
Smith: And we're back! Addiction is returning, folks...to Friday nights!
Hood: What happened to FRIDAY NIGHT WAR?
Smith: I think the owner preferred Addiction.
Hood: Why does everything in OCW have to revolve around drugs?
Smith: Not sure...but speaking of drugs...it's time for our main event...which features, The Incredible One!
Hood: Ah, OCW's most prolific abuser of cocaine!
Smith: It's tonight's main event and it features two former OCW Champions. Let's head down to ringside to find out who the fourth person advancing in the Manifest Destiny tournament will be!
1st Round
The Incredible One vs. PerZag
~The lights of the arena go out. All that is seen is a small glow of light from the entrance ramp. ‘Eye Of The Tiger’ by Survivor starts to play over the PA system. A hooded figure walks on to the entrance ramp. The lights come back on as the hooded figure stands still on the stage. The hooded figure walks down to the ring slowly. He gets into the ring and stands in the centre of it. He slowly removes the hood and the crowd gives a mixed reaction to him. 'Eye Of The Tiger' by Survivor stops playing as PerZag walks over to a corner in the ring and crouches down near it~
Belvedere: From Benalla, Victoria, Australia...standing 6’5 and weighing in at 216lbs...he is a former OCW Champion...he is PerZag!
Smith: And there he is...back after a near year long hiatus!
Hood: You know what I’ve always wondered about PerZag?
Smith: The name?
Hood: Nope. His weight. Why is he 216? He could be 215 or 210 or 220. But he’s 216.
Smith: And that bothers you because…
Hood: I just don’t get it!
Smith: That’s his WEIGHT, Hood.
Hood: Seems like he could be 215...JUST SAYIN
Belvedere: And...his opponent…
~“White Room” by Cream hits! The fans stand and turn toward the entrance. This is an unfamiliar theme. The entire arena goes wild as they see former OCW Champion...the greatest Paradigm Champion of all time and current OCW Hall of Famer…The Incredible One emerge from behind the curtain. He marches down the ramp with a laser locked focus on PerZag~
Smith: TIO looks intense!
Hood: Well, I mean...he had a rough week, right?
Smith: The kind of a week a father should never experience. You have to wonder where his mind is at.
Hood: Probably somewhere in between murder and decimation.
Belvedere: And, his opponent...from -
~Belvedere’s intro is broken apart by TIO! He slides into the ring and pops to his feet, shoving Belvedere out of the way. The professional OCW ring announcer manages to hop out through the ropes and land safely on his feet. TIO goes straight after PerZag, drilling him with lefts and rights. PerZag tries to cover up but TIO’s straight ahead, matter of fact approach has him thrown. The fans are chanting “TIO! TIO!”~
Smith: He’s going right after PerZag! He’s letting emotion get the better of him!
Hood: Emotion can take someone a long way...it can also fuck you up.
Smith: Indeed. He needs to harness that emotion...otherwise, he could become reckless. PerZag is a dangerous, dangerous man...you don’t want to give him an opening.
~TIO’s music cuts off and the bell rings. The crowd is on their feet, excited. PerZag is reeling in the corner. TIO pummels him over and over and over again. Zag manages to shove TIO away. He rushes forward, hoping to pop TIO with a lariat...but TIO greets him with a shoulder, shoving the annoyed and pained PerZag back into the corner. He proceeds to ram that shoulder into Zag’s abdomen over and over~
Smith: He’s smothering PerZag! The Tier 1 superstar is unable to do anything!
Hood: All TIO sees is Saxon Rowe. He sees a target. PerZag might need to head out of there...call it a night. He’s got that GCWA Title match THIS Sunday to consider.
Smith: PerZag would never quit on a match. Especially one he’s wanted for years.
Hood: Well, that is true. PerZag and TIO have been in OCW since 2014 and never faced...until tonight. Decisions...DECISIONS
~Zag is doubled over, heaving for air. Scruff keeps a close watch on the battle. TIO raises up and clubs the man in the back with several heavy forearms. This drops PerZag to his knees. TIO lifts a knee of his own into Zag’s chin, sending the Tier 1 star back, seated up against the bottom buckle. TIO jams his boot into Zag’s neck...he grabs the ropes for leverage and cuts off Zag’s oxygen. The fans, still cheering, are growing somewhat uneasy with TIO”s enraged passion. They don’t exactly want to cheer a SNUFF FILM. Scruff begins to count after urging TIO to back up~
Smith: TIO’s going to risk disqualification. That would be about the worst case scenario here. I know he’s angry but he needs to grab hold of some objectivity.
Hood: Some things rise above pro wrestling, Smith. I’d say losing a child is one of those things.
Smith: Well, yea, I know...but if he were to get DQ’d here due to his overwhelmed emotional state, I can’t imagine that doing anything other than hurting his current disposition.
Hood: Uh, sure.
~TIO shoves Scruff back and gets in his face. The anger and rage is evident. Scruff, rather than threatening TIO with a DQ, tries to calm him down. TIO’s eyes are passionate, emotional. He’s, at the moment, something of a broken man. He raises his fist to Scruff...but, catches himself. He can hear the fans quieting, murmuring. He lowers his hand and turns back around toward PerZag...he frowns with anger, turning all that frustration back onto his opponent. Zag sees two hundred plus pounds of fury zeroing in. He rolls under the bottom rope, to the outside. He stumbles into the barricade, leaning over and catching his breath. The fans rise...they gasp...Zag turns around just in time to get drilled by a flying TIO! He shoots through the ropes with a Suicide Dive!!! The impact sends PerZag’s back slamming into the barricade! TIO manages to land on his knees, thrusting his hands against the barricade for support!! PerZag drops to his knees, grimacing in pain. TIO throws a sharp side elbow into the side of Zag’s head, sending him to the ground. A new TIO chant emerges~
Smith: We don’t see TIO take flight very often...but when he does, he’s usually effective.
Hood: Fucking guy is pretty athletic for a dude with a huge beard. I’ll say that.
Smith: I’m not sure what that means, exactly...but okay.
Hood: It means guys with beards are the brawling type. Am I right?
Smith: I don’t think there are any stats to back that up, Hood.
Hood: Well, you know what they say about stats...they’re just, like, numbers and shit. So, go fuck yourself.
~The Hall of Famer pulls himself up. He grabs PerZag by his wet, dirty blonde hair, yanking the Australian export to his feet. He slams him, face first, into the top of the barricade!! Zag stumbles back against the steps. Scruff, from inside the ring, pleads with TIO to stop...to bring the action back into the ring. TIO doesn’t listen...he charges forward with a big boot...flush to Zag’s chin, sending PerZag toppling over the steps, landing harshly on the other side. TIO methodically paces around the steps, opening and closing his right fist~
Smith: He’s relentless! Scruff is going to have to start a ten count...for PerZag’s safety, if nothing else.
Hood: Man, talk about a shitty return for PerZag. He steps foot back into an OCW ring only to get MURDERED by TIO.
Smith: Bad timing, is all. Plus, this one’s not over...yet.
Hood: It feels pretty over, if you ask me.
~TIO finds Zag seated up against the steps, dazed. He holds up a right hand...asking for a reprieve. TIO throws a sharp soccer-style kick into Zag’s head. The back of his skull BANGS into the steps...he goes limp. TIO yanks him to his feet...scoops him up and SLAMS him across the steps!! Zag’s back lands awkwardly, causing his spine to arch and his face to contort with pain. Before Zag can roll or slide off the awkwardly sloped steps, TIO stands on his chest, shoving PerZag’s already pained back into the jagged, metal. Scruff has no choice...he yells “ONE!”~
Smith: And FINALLY Scruff starts a count.
Hood: I think the rules are somewhat lenient given what’s at stake...MONAH
Smith: When are the rules NOT lenient around here? The things I’ve seen…
Hood: Please, leave your homoerotic escapades to yourself.
~Scruff yells “TWO!” TIO steps off Zag...PerZag slides, unevenly, down the steps, seated on the floor. TIO yanks a slow responding Zag to his feet. He carelessly tosses him back into the steps, head first...PerZag SLAMS into the steps before half flipping over, with his legs in the air and his head pointed in TIO’s direction...gravity pulls his body back over...front first across the steps, legs pointed at TIO. Scruff yells “THREE!” TIO snares a handful of PerZag’s hair and pulls his head up~
Smith: Stop it, Ian! Put this back in the ring!
Hood: We all know Australia doesn’t exist. Looks like PerZag is about to join the land down under in terms of things that don’t exist.
Smith: Australia does exist! I’ve been there.
Hood: Ah, so you’ve had alien experiments done to you. Makes sense.
~TIO slams PerZag face first into the ring post! It generates a loud PING. Scruff yells “FOUR!” Everybody near ringside looks around, wondering if they should laugh. Zag’s body falls off the steps, depositing itself onto the floor in a rough manner. TIO leans over the steps...his body is soaked with sweat. He breathes in heavy oxygen...we see a little extra weight around his midsection~
Smith: Is he running out of steam?
Hood: Well, he’s been retired for awhile. I know he was running some wrestling school...but that’s not the same as actual, professional competition.
Smith: No, it’s not. Meanwhile PerZag has been battling top flight contenders in main event matches over in GCWA for the past few months.
Hood: Plus, PerZag is ‘Australian’ which means he’s either a hologram or an alien. You can’t match that type of stamina, Smith.
~TIO stands upright...his eyes remain glassy. It’s clear the emotional struggle taking place within. He’s given PerZag a terrible beating...yet the pain remains. Fans shout words of encouragement...TIO casts a mournful look over his shoulder at them, appreciateive of their support. He swallows some saliva drowned in emotion and heads back toward Zag. Scruff yells “FIVE!” TIO hoists Zag to his feet...the most worthy of them all is offering no resistance. TIO releases a visceral grunt, hoisting Zag onto his shoulders...he marches toward the barricade and tosses Zag up with SNAKE EYES across the edge of the barricade. Scruff yells “SIX!” Zag stumbles against the apron, remaining on his feet. TIO charges ahead with a HUGE chop across Zag’s bare chest. PerZag stumbles forward, holding his chest. Scruff yells “SEVEN!”~
Smith: The count is getting up there...yet TIO remains steadfast in keeping this action outside the ring.
Hood: Does he even want to win or is he just looking to hurt someone?
Smith: Perhaps hoping he can transition his pain onto someone else via violence.
Hood: Well, it’s too bad for him PerZag isn’t a real person.
~Scruff yells “EIGHT!” Zag is lurched over the barricade...his legs are wobbly...his arms are shaky...his back is scraped and bruised...his head is forming more than a few knots. It’s been rough. TIO leans against the apron...he stares into the lights...his eyes remain glassy. Scruff yells “NINE!” TIO looks into the ring...he considers diving in...but he says ‘No.’ He grabs Zag from behind and throws him over his head with a release german suplex!!! Zag lands HARD on the apron...he winds up tumbling into the ring. The fans freak out...they yell “HURRY TIO!” TIO struggles to his feet...he’s clearly exhausted...physically, emotionally. Scruff has his ten fingers ready to go...he pauses...he doesn’t want to have to do it...he gives TIO an additional second. TIO staggers to his feet and dives in!! The fans go wild~
Smith: TIO is alive!
Hood: Idiot nearly lost the match after dominating THE ENTIRE THING...I mean, what the fuck was that shit?
Smith: He’s not thinking clearly, Hood. I’m not sure he should be wrestling tonight, to be honest.
Hood: Well he is...injuries, mental psyche..none of that has every stopped a person from wrestling in OCW!
~TIO returns to his feet. Scruff backs away, as any rational person would given the state of TIO’s emotional being. TIO rips Zag by the hair and drags him into the center of the ring. He lets go. Zag is on all fours. TIO kicks him in the face. PerZag flips over, onto his back...TIO drops to his knees and starts pummeling Zag in the head. The fans count along...but the punches are too fast and too many to keep up. Scruff tries to pull TIO away...but he won’t stop. Scruff grabs Zag’s arm and lets it drop. It does. He grabs it again...it drops. He holds it a third time...looking toward the bell...he lets it drop...but PerZag keeps it in the air!! He then slings it forward, popping TIO in the eye with a thumb! TIO is stunned...he gets to his feet and paces around, holding his face. PerZag rolls under the ropes to the apron~
Smith: PerZag doing what he can to stay alive...he has yet to mount any sort of consistent offense.
Hood: You’d think TIO was the guy main eventing in GCWA right now, not PerZag.
Smith: Well, TIO came into this match full of fury. The troubling part, if you’re a TIO fan, is that he’s yet to put Zag away.
Hood: Yep, and he’s getting tired. But at least he isn’t from a fictional country...even if Canada is kinda lame.
~PerZag pulls himself up on the apron, via the ropes. TIO regains his sight and locates Zag. He heads over there. Zag throws a right hand...TIO blocks it and dives forward with a headbutt. PerZag sways back on the apron...nearly falling off. TIO delivers a knee through the ropes into Zag’s gut. Zag is stunned. TIO hooks Zag for a suplex. He pauses. He has to catch his breath...the fans stomp their feet and chant his name. TIO musters up the strength to lift Zag up...but Zag knees TIO in the head and lands on his feet behind the Hall of Famer. He hooks TIO by the waist...TIO tries to break the wrist lock. He does! TIO spins around with a roaring lariat...but PerZag catches him by the arm, hoists him up and drills him into the mat with a modified rock bottom! TIO hits hard! PerZag remains down...the fans clap and chant for TIO to get up~
Smith: These fans remain solidly behind The Incredible One!
Hood: I don’t know, there are a few PerZag fans out there.
Smith: I don’t see many. His plazas rubbed people the wrong way, I think.
Hood: What are you talking about? He avoided the Bob Grenier plaza so he’s clearly a classy man.
Smith: I’m just saying! Made him come off like an elitist.
Hood: Oh hey! Look! Is that a PerZag fan in the front row?
~A familiar face struggles to the front of the crowd - The Uber Man! He yells out “HEY, PERZAG!” PerZag doesn’t respond. Both men are still down. Uber pulls something out from his pocket...he screams, “YOU’RE A POTATO!” He throws a potato into the ring...it hits PerZag in the head. PerZag looks up and spots Uber. He slowly returns to his feet...more methodical than struggling. TIO starts to sit up. PerZag keeps his eyes on Uber...he leans into the ropes, shoots off and delivers a boot into TIO’s face, sending the Hall of Famer back onto the mat. Still on his feet, PerZag grabs the potato...he hurls it at Uber...but, Uber is gone. The potato drills a female fan in the face, knocking her out. This generates MASSIVE heat for PerZag~
Smith: He just knocked an innocent woman out!
Hood: No he didn’t, Uber got away.
Smith: Are you calling Uber a woman?
Hood: He’s more woman than any of the females in this tournament...that’s for sure.
~The heat is growing and growing. PerZag doesn’t do anything to apologize or help the woman...he simply turns his back on the situation. The crowd chants “FUCK YOU, PERZAG!” TIO rolls onto his side...Zag charges forward and drills TIO in the gut with a soccer style kick. TIO flips onto his back. Zag grabs TIO by the beard...he yanks him up and hoists him, effortlessly, onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry. PerZag swiftly drops TIO on his head with a DVD! TIO is down. PerZag kips up...after doing so, he reaches for his afflicted back~
Smith: Don’t get too cocky, PerZag. Those bumps and bruises are still there.
Hood: I’m digging PerZag. If he’d just drop the whole Australian act then I might be able to cheer for him.
Smith: So it takes knocking an innocent woman out with a potato for you to become a fan?
Hood: Was she innocent, Smith? Was she? I mean, she’s a female at a wrestling show. How innocent could she be?
Smith: I have no idea what to say to that.
~PerZag shakes the pain in his back away...he yanks TIO up and hooks him for an Inverted DDT. He drops TIO...he retains his grip on TIO...he pops back to his feet, bringing TIO along for the ride. He drops him with another Inverted DDT! He repeats the process...he drops TIO with a THIRD consecutive inverted DDT. TIO’s body...still sweat soaked, appears lifeless. PerZag, covered in sweat himself, appears to be growing stronger. He returns to his feet...he has TIO hooked for a fourth inverted DDT. Instead, he hoists TIO up, onto his shoulder and applies a Torture Rack! TIO winces in pain...showing he’s still conscious. But, his back is getting torqued in all sorts of awkward angles. Scruff asks TIO if he wants to give it up...the boos have turned to cheers as the fans chant “TIO! TIO!” They don’t really seem to be helping. TIO, however, the wily veteran, reaches down and rakes Zag across the face. Zag tosses TIO off his shoulders...TIO lands on his feet...he hits the ropes. PerZag turns around...TIO leaps into the air with a crossbody...but PerZag catches him! PerZag tosses TIO over his head with a fallaway slam! TIO hits hard, arching his back. PerZag pops back to his feet...boos pour down on the Tier 1 star. He extends both arms and asks for the fans to keep it coming...they do. “BOOOOO!!!”~
Smith: How a man can enjoy being hated so much is beyond me.
Hood: That’s because you’re a small time thinker, Smith. You probably believe Australia exists, don’t you?
Smith: OF COURSE IT EXISTS
Hood: See? Small time thinker.
~PerZag snares TIO by the hair and drags him to his feet. The Hall of Famer is hanging by a thread at this point. He hooks TIO’s head...kicks off the ropes, spins around and drills TIO into the mat with a Tornado DDT! The fans BOO! “Fuck you, PerZag!” PerZag smiles and covers TIO~
1!
2!
Kick Out!
Smith: TIO kicks out! Barely.
Hood: He doesn’t have many of those in him, Smith. The real country of Canada is about to go down to the fictional land people call Australia.
Smith: Well, at least you kinda said something nice about our brothers to the north.
Hood: Speak for yourself! They aren’t my brothers! More like that annoying Ned Flanders.
~The fans pop TIO kicking out. PerZag responds to the cheers by wrapping his hands around TIO’s neck and choking the star. The fans immediately boo. Zag smiles...his tactic worked. He’s feeding off the boos at this stage. He pulls TIO up and whips him into a corner...TIO lumbers...he’s struggling to move...he’s exhausted. He hits the corner, hard. Zag sprints forward, drilling TIO with a spear. He hoists TIO up onto top buckle. Zag climbs up there...TIO tries to fight him off, but can’t. Zag pummels TIO in the head with a few right hands...TIO nearly falls off the top rope to the outside floor. PerZag keeps him from falling...he hooks him for a suplex, leaps off and drops TIO in the center of the ring with a superplex!! PerZag effortlessly flips over for the cover. Scruff slides in with the count~
1!
2!
Shoulder Up!
Smith: He’s hanging in there!
Hood: Yea, but not for long. Canada is a nation of quitters, we all know that.
Smith: No we don’t! Canada has given this sport some of its greatest competitors.
Hood: Answer me this...have you EVER seen a Canadian win an I Quit match?
Smith: I can’t answer that off the top of my head. I’d need to do research.
Hood: Like I said...Canada...the Nation of Quitters!
~PerZag pops back to his feet. The fans are thunderous...they chant ‘TIO!’ hoping it’ll stir the legendary competitor. But, it’s not working. The cheers have ceased to provide any sort of elixir. Zag yanks TIO up and slaps him in the face. He yells for TIO to ‘BE A MAN! FIGHT ME!’ TIO fails to respond. Zag delivers a mongolian chop to TIO’s neck. TIO is stunned...he remains standing, center of the ring. Zag heads for a corner...he leaps onto the top buckle with ease. The fans BOOOO. Zag turns his back to TIO and leaps off with Death From Above (Moonsault onto Standing Opponent)!!! TIO catches Zag!! The crowd goes wild!~
Smith: He caught him!
Hood: Yea, but can he hold him? The dude is SPENT
Smith: That’s a good question. He’s struggling to maintain control.
~TIO appears to be positioning PerZag for an inverted version of This Damn Incredible. His legs give out! Zag rolls forward, he winds up hooking TIO with a Small Package! Scruff slides in~
1!
2!
3..NO!
Smith: TIO survived yet again!
Hood: Fuck! I thought that was it.
Smith: There’s no quit in that man!
Hood: Yes there is...we just haven’t found it, yet.
~Both men pop back to their feet. TIO wobbles. Zag marches forward. He knees TIO in the gut. He hooks TIO for PerZag Perfection (Perfect Plex). Zag pauses and looks out at the fans. A fan yells out “JENNA!” The crowd joins in...a JENNA chant fills the OCW Arena. TIO responds to this! He starts to get motivated. He rips his leg from Zag’s grasp. He breaks free and hits Zag with right hands! The Jenna chants grow louder and louder!! PerZag is reeling! TIO lifts a knee into Zag’s gut...BUT ZAG CATCHES THE LEG~
Smith: Zag’s got the leg! He’s going to hit PerZag Perfection!
Hood: I didn’t know these people were such big pornstar fans.
Smith: What?
Hood: Jenna Jameson.
Smith: They aren’t chanting for a filthy porn star! They are chanting for TIO’s deceased daughter...and it’s working!
Hood: Not for long!
~PerZag lifts TIO up for PerZag Perfection. The fans continue chanting “JENNA! JENNA!” TIO rips his leg free once again...he uses it to knee Zag on the top of his head. Zag drops TIO on his feet. TIO delivers a two knees into Zag’s gut...each time Zag tries to hook TIO’s leg, but he rips it away. Zag doubles over...TIO hooks him, spins around and drops PerZag with This Damn Incredible!!! The ring shakes from the impact!! TIO holds on for the pin! The crowd counts along~
1!
2!
3!!!!!
~The bell rings! The fans go wild! Zag kicks out RIGHT after three~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…THE INCREDIBLE ONE!!!!!
Smith: He did it! TIO did it!
Hood: Alright, it’s official. The land of quitters is better than a land that does not exist.
Smith: The chants of Jenna gave TIO that boost of energy he so desperately needed. PerZag had this match won before those chants started.
Hood: Emotion is a crazy thing, Smith. It can make a man do unbelievable things.
Smith: Or a woman!
Hood: If you say so.
~PerZag rolls out of the ring. He’s a bit punchdrunk, having been dropped on his head. TIO struggles to his feet. Scruff raises his hand. TIO is visibly fighting back tears and emotions. He gives Scruff a hug. The fans have shifted back to a “TIO!” chant. On the outsider, PerZag slaps the mat...realizing what’s happened. The man is full of anger and frustration. TIO drops to the mat and exits the ring as PerZag slides in, perhaps looking for redemption~
Smith: PerZag is in great shape...I think he could go another half hour.
Hood: Yea, but TIO is getting the fuck out of there. A quitter, see? I told ya!
Smith: He won! There’s no reason for him to continue fighting.
~TIO stumbles up the ramp...he’s EXHAUSTED. PerZag shoves Scruff out of the ring. He begins to pace...this loss isn’t sitting well with him. He HAD IT WON. He turns and looks at the crowd...he can feel them snickering, laughing...even if they aren’t. He wants to get his hands on SOMEBODY~
Smith: Uh oh...I don’t think PerZag is done here.
Hood: He’s got a GCWA Title match in six days, Smith. He can’t roll into that with THIS as his last in-ring memory. Guy needs to get some HEAT back.
Smith: I don’t know why...he was inches away from defeating one of the greatest wrestlers in OCW history. A man who could compete with and defeat Ed Houston, Bifford, AND Mack O’Connor...PerZag’s three opponents THIS Sunday at Blood on the Battlefield.
Hood: FIVE
Smith: What?
Hood: It’s Blood on the Battlefield FIVE...get your facts straight, man.
Smith: Okay, okay! But, gosh...if I were anywhere close to that ring, I’d probably head for the parking lot. PerZag is irate.
~PerZag is hit in the back of the head by - you guessed it - a potato. Uber Man, the culprit, stands ringside yelling “TAKE THAT YOU POTATO!” PerZag’s head jerks in Uber’s direction. Uber yells out “NERD!” PerZag runs for the ropes...he leaps over them with ease...he lands on both feet and is INSTANTLY towering over Uber. All the fans near Uber scatter. Uber doesn’t back down. He’s sporting an ALICE KNIGHT shirt. PerZag reaches over, he grabs Uber by the hair...Uber tries to fight him off, but he’s over the barricade in less than a second. PerZag ragdolls Uber’s body into the hard edge of the ring apron. Uber hits hard...he yells out, holding his ribcage. PerZag stomps away on Uber’s ribcage. Fans scream...they yell at Zag to stop~
Smith: Somebody put a stop to this! He’s going to kill him!
Hood: He’d be doing the wrestling world and Lukas Emery a favor.
Smith: How?
Hood: Lukas wants to avenge his loss to Uber...but he’s too lazy to actually do it so...he can live vicariously through Zag.
~PerZag hoists Uber up, onto his shoulders...it’s like carrying a child. He walks up the steel steps...he re-positions Uber and drops him on his head atop the steels steps with a spike Tombstone Piledriver!! Uber’s body is devastated. He crumbles to the floor. PerZag leaps off the steps and crouches down...he wraps his giant hands around Uber’s throat. Fans plead with PerZag to stop. Scruff and other OCW officials rush over. They try to ply the deranged PerZag off of Uber…~
Smith: We need help out here! We need someone to get this man off of Uber!
Hood: Why? Uber sucks. KILL HIM, PERZAG!
Smith: Please! Get some people down here...NOW
~More security rush in...they are having trouble pulling PerZag off of Uber. Uber’s face seems to be turning purple. The camera cuts away...it pulls out to a less detailed view. All we see is PerZag shaking Uber with dozens of people trying to pull him away~
Smith: I...I can’t watch this anymore. Fans, I’m sorry...we’re going to cut away.
Hood: Why? The show is just getting good!
Smith: We hope Uber will be alright. We want to thank you all for turning in and we’ll see you next Monday for the conclusion of round 1 in the Manifest Destiny tournament!
~The feed comes to an abrupt end with the officials at OCW not wanting the fans to witness anymore of what’s happening to Uber~