Streaming LIVE! Online on February 17th, 2014
From the Maple Grove High School Gymnasium in Maple Grove, Minnesota
~Our mouse scrolls over to the media player featuring OCW’s live Massacre stream. The play button is pressed and the OCW logo flashes across the screen. Immediately following the logo is a shot of the largest crowd OCW has seen yet, filling the wooden bleachers, which are built into the walls of the athletic complex, of the Maple Grove High School Gymnasium in Maple Grove, Minnesota. Fans are standing and cheering as it’s obvious the tension leading into Resurrection fills the air. Typically, we focus in on Hood and Smith to start the broadcast, however, tonight we find OCW’s President Dean standing in the middle of the ring. His typically amicable demeanor is washed away and masked with anger. He holds a mic in his hand as “Comin in Hot” by Hollywood Undead fills the gymnasium walls. Dean does the ‘cut throat’ sign with the mic as the music comes to an abrupt end. He lifts the mic to his lips and speaks~
President Dean: All week long it’s been eating at me. What first started out as something so strange…something so bizarre…something so random has compounded itself into an embarrassment that must be atoned for. I, Dean, will not stand for the humiliation I suffered last week. So…tonight, I’m calling yo ass out…Bifford, get your fatass out here!
~The fans all freak out and look towards the various entrances, shocked to hear the Hall of Famer’s name dropped by Dean to start the show. Dean, wearing a sports coat and jeans, rips his sports coat off and flings it over the top rope. Underneath is a red v-neck tucked into a decent pair of jeans. The nicest pair he’s worn yet…not like any of you give a shit. Anyway, he grips the top rope with one hand and glares at the main entrance towards the back of the gym. He lifts the mic to his mouth again with pure hatred in his eyes~
President Dean: Damnit, mother fucker, don’t make me come back there and find your armored ass…because, if I have to actually look for you…if you’re not willing to come to me…shit’s gonna get really real…really fast.
~Dean stands and waits as patiently as an incensed man possibly could. Suddenly, the door opens and Dean steps back, clinching his fists. However, much to his dismay as well as the crowd’s, Gavin Reed enters the gymnasium and walks towards the ring. He’s dressed in a suit and tie, looking very professional. He fixes his tie as he walks down and motions with his hand for Dean to step back and calm down as he approaches the ring. Gavin calmly walks up the steps, enters the ring and takes a mic from Belvedere at ringside. He speaks~
Gavin Reed: Easy there, big guy…I come in peace…I’ve got no dog in this fight…heck, none of us do. I’m here simply to remind you of the larger scope at play in OCW. We are fighting for our very lives, Dean. This isn’t about being embarrassed by an armored freak…this is about survival. I mean…these fans here…
~Gavin points at all the fans in the crowd with his mic~
Gavin Reed: And the fans watching at home on their computers…
~Gavin points at the camera with his mic~
Gavin Reed: They don’t want to see two middle aged men who are a decade past their prime hash out some petty difference in this ring.
~The crowd in attendance lets out a “ooohhhh” as Dean bites his bottom lip, obviously agitated by Gavin’s backhanded comment. Gavin reaches out and pats Dean on the chest carefully with his offhand~
Gavin Reed: No offense, Dean…you were one of the greatest wrestlers alive years ago…but now…now it’s all about Brianna Casablancas…it’s all about Ian Bishop…Noah Mackenzie…Dangerous Dan…Rain…Damian Payne…Roach and The Lost Soul. It’s all about the wrestlers who are going to help you and I keep OCW running and return it to the lofty place it so rightly belongs.
~Dean steps back from Gavin, creating distance from Gavin’s hand and Dean’s chest. Gavin drops his offhand to his side and continues~
Gavin Reed: A month ago we were on cloud nine…we had just received funding from a then anonymous financier. We quickly found out Bobbinette Carey was the face behind the funding and that she had only offered enough to get us through Resurrection. So, now, here we are with reality staring us dead in the face. We are six days from Resurrection, sure…but we are also six days away from possibly being out of business.
~Gavin walks up and throws his offhand around Dean. Dean stands there with his head down, not liking it but putting up with it as Gavin’s words do have truth behind them~
Gavin Reed: It could be that Bobbinette Carey has been too immersed in her feud with Mario Maurako…that could be the reason for the invisible extension sitting on your desk…or bench or whatever it is you use to write on these days. But we, Dean…we have to assume it’s because she wants to see more out of us. Last week was a step in the right direction…this week looks solid as well…but it’s Resurrection. Resurrection is what we need to focus on and the young stars headlining it. So, what do you say? How about we let ancient quarrels and old has-beens remain faded memories and let’s go in the back and figure out how we are going to get Carey to re-up with us for one more month?
~Gavin gives Dean a friendly pat on the back as Dean nods along with what Gavin said. We can read his lips as they mouth “You’re right, you’re right” while nodding his head~
Gavin Reed: There ya go! Now, cue this man’s music!
~”Voodoo Child” by Jimi Hendrix fires up as Dean and Gavin exit the ring and head to the back with the intention on working up some ideas to impress the financier, Bobbinette Carey. As they exit, the camera focuses on the blinking eye pad in front of Smith. Smith presses play and we focus in. Skytz is seen in the back looking around nervously~
Skytz: Hello there, OCW…this is a very special Skeetin with Skytz. I know Gavin and Dean just decided to let bygones be bygones with the Armored Man…but I, Skytz the Pimp, have other ideas. It is my singular mission that tonight, aside from handling my regular obligations…tonight, I will find that armored man and I will reveal his identity to the world.
~Skytz slowly removes his shades, he’s horribly cross eyed~
Skytz: Oh, yes, believe…believe in the Skytz
~Skytz lifts his fist up as a symbolic gesture…unfortunately, he lifts it up too fast and it punches the lens of the device recording him. We hear him yell “FUCK!” as the clip comes to an end. We focus on Smith and Hood who look like they have a lot to talk about~
Smith: Well, that was certainly an interesting start to tonight’s festivities!
Hood: Interesting? What did you expect? The Armored Man punked Dean last week…Dean does not like being punked out.
Smith: Who do you think the Armored Man is?
Hood: Weren’t you fucking listening? It’s The Big Bifford.
Smith: Perhaps…
Hood: Ah, whatever…like I care…let’s get to relevant matters…like what’s going on tonight.
Smith: Well, look who wants to get down to business! This is a welcome surprise.
Hood: Sure, yea…the quicker we get moving, the quicker I can hit the bars, strip clubs and or whore houses.
Smith: And then there’s that…well, Hood…as I’m sure you’re semi-aware…this is the Massacre which will toss us head first into Resurrection…our first Pay Per View in nearly a decade! It airs this Sunday…
Hood: Badass, so I guess that means we will be back in some penthouse suite located in LA or New York or…
Smith: Wichita
Hood: Shit
Smith: While it may be cold in Wichita next Sunday, the action will keep us warm…a Battle Royal featuring all of OCW’s top young talent with a shot at the Internet Title on the line!
Hood: Battle Royals are Just Fucking Cool
Smith: Nice homage…Dangerous Dan will square off against Noah Mackenzie for the other slot in that Internet Title match…set for the March 3rd edition of Massacre.
Hood: Okay…I’m stoked for Roach and The Lost Soul.
Smith: As am I…and then, of course, Damian Payne against Rain after their match spilled over into Dean’s office last week.
Hood: Solid stuff…and Maurako will finally dethrone that queen of lameness, Carey.
Smith: I’m pulling for Carey…and, lastly, our Main Event at Resurrection…for the Central Championship.
Hood: Gold is going to look great around Ian’s waist.
Smith: I believe Brianna has the upper hand heading into Resurrection.
Hood: I believe the winner of tonight’s match will have the upper hand.
Smith: Sound logic…but, man…this week is going to be full of excitement…Resurrection is almost here!!
~Smith’s excitement can hardly be contained as he grabs Hood and hugs him. Hood shoves Smith off~
Hood: NOTHING is worth getting that excited over…get the fuck off of me.
Smith: Sorry, my enthusiasm got the better of me…anyway let’s get down to ringside for our first match as Sean Fuller makes his OCW debut against Victor Slade.
Hood: Both these guys are in the Battle Royal, right?
Smith: Affirmative…so both should be looking to make a statement.
~“Seek and Destroy” by Metallica blasts through the PA system as the crowd begins to boo as Victor Slade walks down to the ring~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, this singles match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, from Mexico City, Mexico, standing at 6’7” and weighing 325 pounds… “THE WOLF” VICTOR SLADE!
~Victor slides into the ring and taunts the crowd and does some poses while his music fades out and “Hero” by Skillet now runs as the crowd turns their attention to yet another new addition to the OCW roster~
Belvedere: And the second combatant, from Parts Unknown, standing at 6’4” and weighing in tonight at 245 pounds… SEAN FULLER!
~Sean wastes no time as he darts to the ring and takes down Victor before the bell even rings. Sean is throwing elbows left right and centre onto Victor as the referee rings the bell. Sean picks up Victor and Irish Whips him into the ring posts and flies towards him hitting his “Bleed to Me” running knee and forearm to the face combo early! Victor falls to one knee trying to catch his breath but is met with a hard kick to the chest from Sean. Sean kicks him two more times before picking him and whipping him again to the opposite ring posts. He goes for the Bleed to Me but Victor dodges and Sean hits the post. Victor goes for a punch but Sean blocks and head butts him before giving him a couple more punches. Sean whips Victor to the ropes and Victor bounces off to a hard clothesline from Sean that sends Victor back first hard onto the mat. Sean goes for the early cover~
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Kick out!
Smith: Quick start here by Sean Fuller!
Hood: Hey, it’s nice to see the guy in the ring competing.
Smith: What’s that supposed to mean?
Hood: Judging by last week, I assumed his wife would do all the fighting.
Smith: I’d be careful if I were you
~Victor kicks out almost immediately after Sean laid down and shoves Sean away. Sean goes for another clothesline but is big booted by Victor. Sean lays down for a moment holding his jaw as Victor goes to grab him but Sean rolls to the outside ring. The ref begins to the count but Victor follows Sean to the outside. Sean goes for a punch but is kicked in the gut by Victor. Victor goes to whip Sean into the steel steps outside but Sean reverses and sends Victor into them instead! Victor lets out a cry of pain as Sean does an elbow drop onto Victor. The ref’s count reaches seven as Sean grabs Victor by his skull and pants and throws him back into the ring~
Smith: Fuller may have had a ten count there had he slid back into the ring.
Hood: What kind of pussy settles for a countout victory? Oh, wait, yea one who lets his wife do all the talking.
Smith: But he didn’t settle for that
Hood: Probably because his wife ordered him not to.
~Victor gets to his feet as Sean gives a quick kick to his back. Victor goes back down to one knee as Sean continues to kick Victor’s back. Victor crawls to the bottom rope but Sean grabs the top rope and takes his foot to choke Victor’s neck with the bottom rope. The ref get to four before Sean breaks the hold and Victor coughs trying to catch his breath. The ref warns Sean about the count but ignores him and grabs Victor but Victor gives him a hard punch to the jaw. Sean double steps back as Victor bounces himself off the rope to clothesline but Sean jumps onto Victor nailing him with lefts and rights. Victor falls down and Sean continues to nail him with numerous punches as the ref tries to pull him off. Sean finally gets up and argues with the ref about his count and Victor comes from behind with a small package~
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Kick Out!
Smith: That arguing nearly cost Fuller the match!
Hood: He’s just taking out his frustrations on Scruff…he can’t talk back at home, so he’s getting his money’s worth tonight.
Smith: What do you have against this guy?
Hood: Oh, nothing unusual
~Sean kicks out and looks pissed that Victor even attempted that. Sean grabs Victors head and runs it over to the ring corner and slams his head into the post. Victor falls back first onto the mat and Sean begins to deliver knee drops to Victor’s face. Sean gets up and delivers another and goes for a pin~
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Kick Out!!
Smith: Fuller wasn’t too happy about Slade’s pinfall attempt. You should take a note, Hood…look what Fuller does when someone angers him.
Hood: Oh please, the day someone like Sean Fuller scares me is the day I start taking orders from women.
Smith: Sexist jerk!
~Victor kicks out and Sean argues that it should’ve been a three. Sean picks Victor up but Victor whips Sean into the ropes and when Sean comes back Victor goes for a clothelines but Sean runs under him and whips back and spears Victor to the mat. After the spear Sean again punches Victor in the face numerous times and the ref again has to pull Sean off of him. Sean goes down and wrap his arm around Victor’s neck and stretches his head up from his neck as the ref asks Victor if he wants to quit. Victor shakes his head no and uses his knee to get up to a standing position. He elbows Sean a couple of times and Sean breaks the hold. Victor bounces off the ropes and runs into a stiff elbow to the face by Sean. Victor’s nose begins to bleed from the elbow as Sean then kicks him to the ground and applies an arm bar submission~
Smith: Great submission locked in here!
Hood: Looks like something a chick would do…I wonder if his wife taught him that move.
Smith: Are you done?
~The ref gets down to the ground as Victor is wreathing in pain and Sean has the hold locked in good. Using his other arm Victor slowly wiggles toward the bottom rope and tries reaching for it but Sean stops the hold and brings him back to the middle of the ring. Sean reapplies the arm bar as Victor kicks his feet in pain. Victor begins to sway back and forth until he grabs enough strength to get up and pin Sean’s shoulders to the mat~
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Kick Out
Smith: Slade with another sneaky pin attempt!
Hood: If this Fuller guy is so good…how is it Slade has nearly pinned him twice now. Both times while Fuller is supposedly ‘in control’…wait…what are you doing?
Smith: Writing everything down you’ve said.
Hood: Why the fuck would you do that?
Smith: So I can give it to Fuller after the match
Hood: Give me that fucking paper!
~Sean kicks out but the force causes Victor to pick Sean up and deliver a devastating chokeslam! Sean bounces of the mat from the force and lays there catching his breath. Victor smiles as he goes down for the pin but Sean playing possum quickly grabs his arm and delivers the DOWN TO ALLEY! Victor flips onto his back and Sean goes for the cover~
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3!!!
~Belvedere rings the bell and announces the winner~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…SEAN FULLER!!!!!
Smith: Impressive win here by Sean Fuller!
Hood: And I successfully ripped that paper up, you fucking snitch.
Smith: Honestly, the only thing written on there was a take out order for after the show.
Hood: I’m not buying into your propaganda, Smith...you were definitely going to try and get me killed.
Smith: If that’s what you believe..in the meantime, I need that Chinese menu again
~The blinking cracked iPad shows a video feed where we cut to President Dean in his office as there is a knock on the door~
Dean: Come on.
~In comes Brianna Casablancas holding Idris in hand and looking at it lovingly~
Brianna: Good day, love. I just wanted to say thank you for the opportunity you are providing to me this Sunday.
~Dean smiles at her as she takes a seat across from his desk. Throughout all of this, there is still a smile on her face~
Dean: You shouldn’t be thanking me for anything, you earned your spot for the Central title and the Resurrection Main Event.
Brianna: Oh I don’t mean that. Everyone can bugger off with this Central title non-sense. If I win it, then that is all well and good. But this is still my rookie year …actually to be more exact, this is my rookie MONTH and while being chosen for such a prestige match so early on is flattering, it is not Modus Operandi. I want to thank you for going against your first reaction and putting Ian in our match anyways; for choosing him as my opponent.
~Brianna is sincere as she says this …the excitement for this match is written all over her face~
Dean: I didn’t want to but I really had no choice in the matter. I don’t really think his attitude warrants the opportunity.
~She waves him off as if to say “non sense”~
Brianna: But what you are doing for him will do wonders for said attitude. This Sunday, he will step in this spoiled, demanding prat and at the end of it all, he will be stretchered out …we both will be most likely …a man who no longer needs to govern his life by a want for material things for he will have just had the most grueling, painful moment in his waking life …and he will realize that there are purer things; more real things than a trinket of gold that is only given value because society SAYS it is valuable.
~He raises an eyebrow to her as this whole apathy towards a title is something he just never understood about her~
Dean: Good. At the very least, I feel safe in knowing that you are not going to let him walk out on his own two feet. But I am concerned for you though. You took a beating during your debut, you took a beating last week at Ian’s hands numerous times and then did yourself in …and when I offered to give you this week off, you refused in favor of competing in a tag match. I want you one hundred percent for your match.
Brianna: I am always one hundred percent dear …up here.
~She points to her cranium with a wild smile~
Brianna: Pain doesn’t mean much to me. It is something that happens and something that goes away …plus I would be really worried about the beating that I take tonight.
~Dean has never seen a wrestler be so calm about a possible maiming that will be had …but Brianna just looks at him and then looks at Idris with affection as if she believes this chair supports her in everything she does~
Dean: WHAT? How do you know you are going to get a beating tonight?
~She just shrugs at him~
Brianna: It isn’t rocket science, pet and Ian Bishop comes from a predictable lot. He wants the last word and I am going to let him have it even though his last word doesn’t mean much. He easier going to do that or make some kind of sad attempt to get into my head …and fail miserably. The sod is having ever the hardest time dissecting me and it is quite humorous to watch.
Dean: So you aren’t going to do anything to stop him?
~Brianna shakes her again with this air of confidence and no worries surrounding her~
Brianna: Nope. Like I said, I am just having a smashing time watching him try to make an impact when he is just making himself look like a horse’s ass. But during the House of Mirrors match, the joke ends and the therapy begins. It will be jolly good.
Dean: Well, either way, good luck in your match tonight and in your match at Resurrection.
~He reaches out to shake her hand and she takes it~
Brianna: And good luck to you sir and I hope that Resurrection is a success for so the company can grow on its own rather than having your roster full of millionaires try to mold it into their own image.
~She releases the hold and grabs Idris while heading for the door~
Dean: Um …thanks.
~Brianna looks at him once more before leaving~
Brianna: CHEERS!
~Brianna exits Dean’s office as our video feed ends and we focus back on the announce team~
Smith: Cheery as always, that infectious Brianna!
Hood: She’s got to be on Prozac or something
Smith: Some people just have a happy disposition.
Hood: She’s high on dope, Smith…not high on life…
~The cracked iPad blinks to backstage where a 1991 Honda Accord with a taxi sign at the top stops at the entrance of the high school. The taxi driver gets out and opens the door and out comes “The Incredible” Ian Bishop to an enormous chorus of jeers from the local crowd. Bishop has a huge smile on as he makes his way to the backstage area carrying a rather large awkward briefcase but is stopped by Skytz who is trying desperately to get an interview~
Skytz: Ian! Ian! Stop!
~Ian appears annoyed as he turns and faces Skytz revealing some bandages on his face but is still very pleased~
Ian: Why yes Skytz… sure… why not?
Skytz: Excellent! So, I’d like to know your reaction once you found out you were in the main event for Resurrection?
Ian: I wasn’t surprised at all. In fact it was just a matter of time before President Dean came to his senses and for the sake of the company to put me into the main event. I am excellent, terrific… incredible! The only thing that would’ve made more sense would be to just give me the title.
Skytz: That doesn’t seem very fair though.
Ian: Yes it is. Didn’t you see the way I took care of Richard and Angelle? I squashed them like the little people they are. And on top of that I had to deal with a lunatic singing me a terrible 80’s pop song all night while I beat her ass in the parking lot, backstage and in the ring.
Skytz: Awesome…
Ian: No… incredible.
Skytz: Right… and how about comments on the beat down given to you courtesy Brianna Casablancas—
Ian: Hah. Not just yet. No… not just yet. You… and the world will know my comments to that in a bit. I got some business to take care of first.
~Skytz tries to get in another comment but Bishop scurries off into the building definitely with an agenda~
Smith: And as soon as we saw Brianna we get a shot of Ian Bishop entering the building!
Hood: Fuck yes…he’s going to knock the Prozac right out of that british whore.
Smith: While that remains to be seen…our next match is coming up as Kenshin Takamura is slated to take on Lou Bruno.
Hood: I’ve heard a lot about this Yamasaki fellow…should be interesting to see if he lives up to it.
Smith: It’s TAKAMURA
Hood: What.ever.
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, our next match is scheduled for one fall…
~”To Die For” by Concerto Moon begins to play as the fans watch Kenshin Takamura make his way down to the ring. A few cheer the fresh OCW face, appreciating his demeanor and style as he works his way to the ring and enters~
Belvedere: Introducing first, from Tokyo, Japan…standing 6’1 and weighing in at 235lbs…Kenshin Takamura!!!
~Takamura’s theme comes to a close as “The Godfather Theme” strums up and Lou Bruno, a member of Maurako’s Family, enters into the gymnasium. The fans boo and hurl insults at him as he represents everything that is wrong with OCW today. Bruno reaches the ring, slowly enters and prepares for his match~
Belvedere: And his opponent, from…uhh..You Don’t Need to Know…standing 6’2 and weighing in at 237lbs…Lou Bruno!!!
~Bruno’s theme comes to a close as he and Takamura appear ready for action. Belvedere exits the ring and sounds the bell from the outside as the match is officially underway~
Smith: Here we go…Lou Bruno, a member of Maurako’s Family takes on OCW’s Japanese Sensation, Kenshin Takamura.
Hood: Sensation? He hasn’t even won a match yet!
Smith: So? He looks fairly sensational to me.
Hood: Whatever, I’m going for Bruno…he choked one away a few weeks ago, he rebounds tonight.
Smith: We will see shortly.
~Takamura sizes Bruno up as Bruno saunters into the middle of the ring, standing there, ready to take Takamura’s best shot. Takamura walks around Bruno, looking for a weakness to exploit. He extends his hand and Bruno grabs it, interlocking grips. Takamura goes to grab Bruno’s other hand, but, as he does, Bruno kicks Takamura right in the gut. Takamura staggers back. Bruno rushes at Takamura and goes for a shoulder tackle…Takamura, however, darts out of the way and Bruno rush into the ropes. He stops, clutching the top rope. Bruno turns around and is met with a dropkick from Takamura. Bruno staggers back, slightly, but for the most part is unfazed~
Smith: Lou Bruno is built like a boulder.
Hood: No shit, it’s like chipping away at a rock…no damage, no damage, no damage…and, then, eventually you hope to get a crack.
Smith: Indeed and right now Takamura is looking for that crack.
~Bruno walks towards Takamura who is on one knee after delivering the flush drop kick. Bruno goes to punch Takamura, but Takamura blocks it. He responds by slugging Bruno with a vicious right hand. Bruno’s head merely tilts to the right as he shows a slight grimace. Takamura then delivers a forearm which delivers a much stronger punch. Bruno staggers back. Takamura hits him again and again and again until Bruno falls back into a corner, wincing. Takamura then starts to lay some boots into Bruno’s midsection. Bruno slumps in the corner. Takamura whips him out of the corner and Bruno sprints across the ring…he slams front first into the corner and staggers out. Takamura grabs him from behind and leaps in the air with his knees on Bruno’s back and pulls Bruno to the mat with a backstabber!! Bruno rolls around and grabs his back in pain as Takamura gets to his feet quickly with the crowd cheering~
Smith: Takamura basically said if you can’t find a weakness, make one!
Hood: No shit, it didn’t take him long to get Bruno off of his feet. That was Bruno’s one chance, not leaving his feet. Now that he’s off his feet…I’m afraid it’s all over.
Smith: That’s a very negative statement to make so quickly into a match.
Hood: Hey man, I just calls them like I sees them
~Takamura pulls Bruno back to his feet and whips him into another corner. Takamura charges in but, as he does, Bruno puts his head down and lifts Takamura over the top turnbuckle…Takamura, though, uses his awareness and athleticism to land on his feet on the apron. Bruno walks out of the corner, arching his back, steel feeling the effects from the backstabber. Takamura quickly perches himself atop the top turnbuckle as Bruno slowly turns around. Takamura leaps off but Bruno catches him! Bruno lifts Takamura up onto his shoulder and then flings him to the mat with a powerslam!! Takamura hits hard as Bruno bends over, visibly in pain from the toll that move took on his already weakened back~
Smith: Great strength shown there by Lou Bruno…Takamura is not a small guy.
Hood: That’s his thing, right…a giant muscle head? If so, he’d better show some strength.
Smith: I’m just saying…it was impressive
Hood: Not impressive enough, his back looks all kinds of fucked up
~Bruno yanks Takamura back to his feet and slugs him in the gut. Takamura doubles over. Bruno hooks Takamura’s head under his arm and lifts him up for a suplex. As Takamura is in the air, he delivers some sharp knees to Bruno’s head. Bruno staggers, trying to keep Takamura in the air. Bruno’s off hand reaches back to clutch his back as Takamura delivers another knee. Bruno finally releases Takamura, who lands on his feet. Bruno is leaning against the ropes, wincing in pain. Takamura rushes into the ropes, bounces off and clotheslines Bruno over the top rope and to the outside!! Bruno lands hard as the fans start to rally behind Takamura~
Smith: Kenshin Takamura is finally getting some traction underneath him in this match!
Hood: That’s what happens when all you rely on is muscle…
Smith: You get clotheslined over the top rope?
Hood: Exactly…with a fucked up back.
~Takamura heads to the outside in his pursuit of Bruno. Bruno throws a wild punch which Takamura ducks. Takamura lands a jab of his own which stuns Bruno. He then kicks Bruno in the gut and hurls him under the bottom rope, back into the ring. Takamura climbs to the top rope as Bruno gets to his feet. Takamura leaps off and nails a missile drop kick, taking Bruno off of his feet yet again. The fans continue to increase their support of Kenshin Takamura~
Smith: What great agility shown by Takamura…he appears to be a special talent.
Hood: Yea, he’s looking pretty damn good…Bruno on the other hand.
Smith: Not too sure what Bruno’s game plan coming in here was…which is assuming he actually had one.
Hood: His game plan was probably roiding up backstage
Smith: Hey! Everyone here is drug tested.
Hood: Oh, yea…they are all ‘drug’ ‘tested’
~Takamura lifts Bruno to his feet and kicks him in the gut. Bruno doubles over at Takamura places Bruno’s head between his legs, hooks his waist, lifts him up over his shoulder, positions him and drills Bruno’s head into the mat with a Cradle Tombstone piledriver! Bruno’s body goes limp as Takamura returns to his feet and signals to the crowd, they cheer loudly~
Smith: Wow! What impact…he calls that Takamura Driver II!
Hood: What the fuck is Driver I?
Smith: We may be about to find out!
~Sensing the end is near, the crowd stand and watch as Takamura lifts Bruno back to his feet, picks him up and drops him to the mat with a Michinoku driver!! Bruno’s body once again goes limp as Takamura makes the pin attempt this time. Scruff slides in for the count~
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~The bell rings and Belvedere makes the announcement~
Belvedere: Here is your winner….KENSHIN TAKAMURA!!!!!
Smith: Wow! What an impressive win by Kenshin Takamura!
Hood: Absofuckinglutely…Bruno hadn’t looked that bad in his first two matches and Takamura just demolished him.
Smith: Indeed…he’s looking like a major contender for the Battle Royal at Resurrection.
Hood: Fuck contender…I’m naming that guy the favorite!
Smith: Well, I think Crazy Chris, Danny B, Sean Fuller and several others might have something to say about that.
Hood: Fuller? You’ve got to be kidding me! How about MJ Bell…she looked damn fine tonight.
Smith: Bah!
Hood: Fuck! Dude, you just SPIT everywhere.
Smith: Sorry, but the smell of that popcorn has my taste buds going crazy.
Hood: Somebody get this man some fucking popcorn!
~A video feed begins to play as we see inside the halls of Maple Grove High School. Our view focuses on the girls bathroom…the door opens as Skytz emerges, tucking his shirt in. He spots the video feed and is caught off guard~
Skytz: Oh, hey…you kind of surprised me there! What was I doing? Oh, you know, just checking to see if The Armored Man was hiding out in there…he comes off a bit perverse to me, ya know? Anyway…
~The sound of drums playing in the background fills Skytz ears…his shoulders slump as fear comes over his face. He tries to run off, but the person filming him grabs Skytz by the shoulder, stopping him~
Skytz: I had a thought…maybe The Armored Man doesn’t WANT to be found? Why can’t he have his own right to privacy like everyone else? Do we REALLY need to disturb him?
~Our view nods in a vertical motion…or up and down, for those of you who don’t know your horizontal from your vertical…Skytz mouths the word ‘fuck’ and begins to head towards the beating drum. Skytz reaches a classroom door which is obviously home to the beating drums. He stares into the camera, hoping for a last minute reprieve but fails to receive it. He takes in a deep breath and bursts into the room. He is shocked by what he sees~
Skytz: Zeus? Hades? What are you two doing in here?
~OCW’s infamous tag team, The Greek gods are seated Indian style on the floor smoking weed and beating on some drums. The cease upon the entry of Skytz~
Skytz: You mean to tell me…you guys are The Armored Man? Oh, wow, what a scoop!!
~Zeus and Hades exchange a ‘wtf’ look~
Zeus: Umm, yea, we powerbombed ourselves in that weight room a few weeks back.
~Skytz stops for a moment and ponders the probability that someone could powerbomb themselves. He realizes it’s an impossible feat…however, due to the fact he nearly had a nervous breakdown over the thought of coming face to face with The Armored Man, he sticks with his initial impression~
Skytz: Well, you guys certainly are talented! Alright, OCW…there you have it, The Armored Man is, in fact, The Greek gods! Back to the announce team!
~The video feed ends and we focus back on Smith and Hood~
Hood: That’s what hiring a low grade pimp to investigate backstage happenings will get ya.
Smith: Evidently so! Well, folks…it’s time for our next match of the evening which is a Tables Match!
Hood: Oh shit yea, finally something fun!
Smith: It’s also the long awaited debut of Danny B!
Hood: Guy’s been doing a lot of talking…time for him to back it up.
Smith: Yep and against OCW’s resident comedian, Harold Jones…should be a good one!
Belvedere: The following contest is a Tables Match, which means there are no pinfalls, no submissions, no countouts and no disqualifications. The only way to win the match is to be able to put your opponent through a table! Introducing first, from New York, NY, standing at 5’8”, weighing in tonight at 185 pounds… HAROLD “THE HEADLINER” JONES!
~“Ludwing Van Beethoven’s 5th Symphony” hits the PA as Harold “the Headliner” Jones walks out from the back and runs to the ring. He does some stretches in the ring and pulls on the ropes warming up as “Valentine” by Xandria begins to play~
Belvedere: Finally from Brighton, England, standing at 5’11”, weighing in tonight at 201 pounds… “THE RIPPER” DANNY B!
~Danny B enters the gymnasium and a chorus of boos erupt from the crow but Danny just smiles it off and runs to ringside. He calls for the ref to ring the bell as he looks under the ring and begins to pull out an assortment of weapons. He throws a steel chair, a cookie sheet and a kendo stick into the ring and then pulls a table and begins to set it up. The bell rings as Danny has the table set up on the outside and goes to enter the ring but is met with Harold jumping to the top corner, throws the steel chair at Danny and does a missile drop kick to Danny’s face!~
Smith: What a move by Harold!
Hood: No joking there
Smith: Not at all!
~Danny falls hard onto the mat as the crowd pops from Harold’s dropkick. Harold goes to Danny and brings him and sets him up on the table. Harold climbs the ring post looking to end this early but Danny rolls off the table trying to shake the cobwebs from the dropkick moments ago. Harold comes down from the ringpost and whacks Danny in the back of the head with a hard right before Irish whipping him into brick wall beside the bleachers. Harold delivers a couple chops to the chest of Danny as Danny counters with a knee to the stomach. He punches Harold in the jaw a few times before giving him a bulldog on the cement floor~
Smith: Danny B showing a sinister side.
Hood: Really? You’re just now figuring out that a guy named The Ripper might have violent tendencies?
Smith: I always give someone the benefit of the doubt.
~Harold rolls over onto his back holding his head as Danny makes his way to the second row of the bleachers. He pushes a kid with an ice cream over and jumps delivering a moonsault onto Harold! Harold quenches his stomach as Danny gets up and mocks the crowd to their displeasure. Danny picks Harold back up and grabs a lock of his hair and pulls him to the ring and rolls him back in. Danny climbs into the ring as Harold holds his head and Danny grabs the Kendo stick. Harold gets to his feet and Danny smacks Harold in the back with stick as the hit echoes in the gymnasium. Harold’s back tenses up as Danny runs onto the rope and comes back jumping in the air and giving Harold a flying neckbreaker. Harold is back again on the ground holding his head region as Danny rolls out of the ring again to look for more weapons~
Smith: Danny B is laying a beatdown on Harold!
Hood: With a capital B!
Smith: Are you just randomly capitalizing letters now?
Hood: No, man, it’s Danny B…capital B…come on, Smithers!
Smith: Please don’t call me that
~Danny find a dusty handicap metal parking sign and heads back into the ring with it. He goes and sets it up at a corner ring post so it’s standing sideways. He turns around to Harold throwing the cookie sheet at Danny who catches it but Harold jumps and does a spinning heel kick which sends Danny to the ring post with the parking sign behind him. Harold runs to the opposite ring post as he goes for another dropkick but Danny rolls under the ring and sends Harold crashing into the sign and also the ring post as well! Harold falls out of the ring and holds his knees as Danny comes over and gives a legdrop onto Harold. Danny passes Harold to grab another weapon but Harold does a drop toe hold and sends Danny’s head crashing into the steel steps~
Smith: Nice move by Harold to stay in this!!
Hood: That move was no joke!
Smith: Will you be serious for a moment?
Hood: Not while calling a Harold match
~Harold slowly gets to his feet as Danny holds his forehead as Harold looks under the ring and finds a wooden baseball bat with the Twins logo on it. Harold smacks the bat on the ring while Danny gets up. Harold swings the bat but Danny dodges and hits a spear! Harold goes down hard as the baseball flies and Danny screams with adrenaline. Danny goes over to the already set up table and drags it over to where Harold is lying. Danny brings Harold to his feet and punches him a couple of times before lying him down on the table. Danny finds another steel chair under the ring and gives Harold a couple of hits with it to the mid section which is already in pain from the spear. Danny then goes over to Belvedere and grabs his microphone and brings it over to Harold and smashes it into his head. Blood begins to drip from Harold’s head as Danny slowly goes on the edge of the ring and gets ready to do a jump but Harold amazingly gets up super quick and jumps onto the edge of the ring right next to Danny and kicks Danny right in the head which sends him flying over the ropes and into the ring. Harold then jumps onto the top rope and delivers a huricanrana that sends Danny over to the other side of the ring~
Smith: The long awaited debut of Danny B and Harold is looking to steal his thunder!
Hood: Harold isn’t kidding around tonight!
Smith: STOP!
~The crowd cheers for Harold and Danny is in amazement that Harold is still on his feet. Harold holds his mid section as he waves his hand for Danny to get up. Danny gets to his feet and is clearly angry and runs towards Harold who goes for a huricanrana but spins and delivers a spinning DDT onto a cookie sheet! Danny is now busted open and blood is dripping from his head. Danny rolls out of the ring and wipes the blood from his face. Inside the ring Harold runs off the ropes and runs to the opposite side where Danny is and flies over the top rope for a crossbody but Danny catches Harold and runs his back into the ring side post. Danny steps back with Harold still in his arms and bashes his back again and then flips him over his back. Harold hits the cement floor hard and is struggling to get up. Danny waits looking to go for another spear and hits it again when Harold gets up~
Smith: Danny B appears to have regained control in this one!
Hood: Isn’t it funny how the tide can turn?
Smith: Wow, you really struggled with that one.
Hood: I did
~The crowd starts to boo as Danny smiles and now waits for Harold to get up again. Harold gets to one knee and Danny runs and hits the Destin-knee! Harold’s head whips back and he falls to the ground again as Danny begins to laugh. Danny drags Harold’s motionless body to the table again looking to take the match. Danny climbs to the top of a ring post and taunts the crowd. Harold again out of nowhere climbs the ring post and delivers some punches but Danny is quick to counter with a head butt. Harold staggers a bit but stays on the ring post and delivers a punch with a crowd pop. Danny delivers a punch with the crowd booing. They repeat this cycle of punches with pop’s and boo’s until Harold gets the advantage with a knee to Danny’s midsection. Danny takes a kneel on the top turnbuckle and Harold jumps onto Danny’s knee and hits a shining wizard that sends Danny falling into the ring but likewise Harold falls and hits the side of the ring hard on his ribs! The crowd goes nuts chanting “that was awesome” from the spectacular move from Harold~
Smith: Harold is close to stealing this one!!
Hood: Okay, Danny B…this isn’t funny anymore, put this clown away!!
Smith: Go Harold, Go!!
~After about fifteen seconds without any movement from either the two of them Harold is the first to get to his feet and slowly enter the ring. Danny is getting to his feet in the ring as Harold goes for the Closing Line but Danny reverses into a RKS! Harold falls onto the canvas and is motionless as Danny falls besides him in pain as well from the previous move. Danny rolls Harold out of the ring and onto the table. Danny goes back to the top turnbuckle and waits for Harold to stand up on the table. Harold gets to his feet as Danny jumps and delivers a head crunching huricanrana piledriver through the table as the table cracks and Harold’s head smashes onto the cement floor~
Belvedere: AND THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH… “THE RIPPER” DANNY B!!!!!
~Danny B stands over Harold’s lifeless body…he quickly yanks Harold back to his feet and lifts him up in powerbomb position. The fans yell at him not to do it…but Danny B does what he wants and drills Harold into the floor with a jackknife powerbomb!! Harold lies on the ground completely unconscious as Danny B poses for the crowd before leaving~
Smith: What a terrible show by Danny B!
Hood: What are you talking about? He won!
Smith: He didn’t have to go that far
Hood: Annnnd…the joke appears to be on Harold.
Smith: I just hope that young man is okay.
~Scruff rushes out to check on Harold, who can barely move. Harold asks for a mic, Scruff looks confused but borrows one from Belvedere. He gives it to Harold~
Harold Jones: Hey, Scruff…what do you call a fake noodle…
~Harold is barely coherent as his body appears to be giving out. Scruff shrugs, not knowing the answer~
Harold Jones: An impasta…
~Harold passes out as his body goes limp. He drops the mic as Scruff looks for help in assisting to Harold. We quickly focus on a video feed from moments ago where Danny B is found laid out in the locker room after having exited the gym from his match. Gavin Reed is looking down at him as Dean rushes in~
Dean: Shit, what the hell happened, Sucka?
Gavin Reed: I just found him like this…
Dean: Really? It couldn’t have happened more than 30 seconds ago…did you see anyone leaving?
Gavin Reed: I did not.
Dean: I wonder who would have assaulted him…especially after his match with Harold.
Gavin Reed: I don’t know…but perhaps Danny B should learn to pick his battles a bit wiser in the future.
~Gavin walks off as Dean gives him a curious look after hearing his cryptic words. We focus back on the announce team as Harold has been evacuated from the gym and the mess from the table cleaned up~
Smith: Wow, a lot to cover there…first, it appears as though Harold Jones may be out of commission for awhile.
Hood: Yea, Danny B did a number on that unfunny bastard…at least he got one final joke in before he apparently died.
Smith: Speaking of Danny B…
Hood: It’s obvious, isn’t it?
Smith: What?
Hood: Zeus and Hades…The Armored Man laid him out.
Smith: Zeus and Hades are NOT the Armored Man!!
Hood: Okay well Bifford or whoever the fuck…The Armored Man is responsible for Danny B
Smith: Perhaps…but Gavin sure did seem suspicious.
Hood: Gavin is a suit, no way he attacks a finely tuned athlete like Danny B…no way.
~The iPad lights up and the feed seems to be coming from outside the arena in Maple Grove Minnesota. There seems to be a large group of people outside and they’re holding signs, in fact there might be more people outside picketing then there are inside the gymnasium. That’s when a Black Cadillac XTS pulls up and the crowd begins to gather around the vehicle. The door opens up and Mario Maurako steps out of the vehicle and is met with various insults and group chants about equality. Mario starts to make his way toward the building but is unable to make his way through the thick crowd of people~
Mario Maurako: Yes I know, I’ve returned “home” now get out of my way so I can entertain the masses.
~Mario again goes to move but the crowd refuses to give way. Shouts in regards to ending violence against gays catch his ears and it sinks in that it isn’t a loving home town crowd welcoming Mario, but rather a raucous group that hates his very presence~
Mario Maurako: Listen, I don’t know who brought you all out here tonight or what this is all about but I’m only going to ask you one time. I’m going to calmly ask for you all to move and allow me to enter that building right there.
~Mario again goes to move but for the third time the crowd doesn’t not give way. Instead the crowd seems to push Mario backwards towards his car~
Mario Maurako: Who is in charge of this mess?
~A slender female with short brown hair steps forward~
Ruth Davidson: My name is Ruth Davidson, and I was informed of your heinous actions a week ago by our friend and supporter Bobbinette Carey.
Mario Maurako: I always knew she was more of a man then half the men I knew.
Ruth Davidson: Miss Carey told us about your hate crime committed against her gay chauffer. We are here Maurako to let you know that your actions are unacceptable.
Mario Maurako: The only thing unacceptable around here is all of you people preventing me from going in that building and finding Bobbinette Carey and finishing what I started years ago.
~Mario spots Bobbinette Carey standing up by the doors to the building and Mario can see the big smile on her face~
Mario Maurako: You think you’re real clever don’t you Carey!? Do you think this all is going to stop me?
~Mario aggressively begins to move towards Bobbinette and the doors but the crowd is just too dense and he flat out isn’t going to get through them. Mario brushes off his suit, as if the crowds hands pushing him backwards have soiled his suit~
Mario Maurako: Resurrection Carey… this all comes to an end! Since you brought your little posse tonight looks like I’ll need to bring mine at Resurrection. You win… for now.
~Mario stares hatefully at Carey who smiles and blows Mario a kiss. Unable to even get remotely close to the building Mario just gets back into his Cadillac. The crowd closes in around the car and you can hear hands pounding on the roof and windows. The Cadillac then starts up and drives away leaving the gymnasium in its rearview mirror. The feed comes to an end as we refocus on the announce team~
Smith: Mario Maurako is banned from entry!
Hood: Well that sucks dick.
Smith: It’s certainly an unexpected turn of events…you have to wonder how this mind game might affect Mario going into Resurrection.
Hood: It’s going to piss him the fuck off. Carey needs to bring her ‘A’ game.
Smith: Indeed! Well, Hood…it’s time for a match with huge Resurrection implications. All three competitors will be in the Battle Royal this Sunday and all three have a legit chance at winning it.
Hood: Even Richard?
Smith: Yes, even Richard…let’s go down to ringside for the action!
Belvedere: The following contest is a trple threat elimination match! Introducing first, hailing from New Jersey, weighing in at 225 pounds… RICHARD!!!
~“In Too Deep” by Sum 41 begins to play and Richard comes out to a decent reaction. He notices a fan sign that reads “We Want Dick” and points it out, applauding the fan as he climbs into the ring~
Smith: Week after week, Richard comes to this ring and gives his all in hopes of picking up that elusive first win here in OCW. If nothing else, the kid’s got heart.
Hood: Yeah, that heart and a dollar will get the kid a cup of coffee. He better find a way to change his luck or this joke is going to get out of hand.
Smith: That doesn’t seem very fair. Surely, he can’t continue losing forever.
Hood: I’ll give you that one Smith, even a blind squirrel finds a nut every once in a while.
~“Invincible” by Amaranthe erupts through the speakers, causing quite a wave of boos as the Power Couple makes their way towards the ring, revelling in the jeers of the crowd~
Belvedere: And his opponent, hailing from St. Louis, Missouri, weighing in at 224 pounds, accompanied by Tiami Tyler… He is Jeremy Santos!!!
Hood: Now, I don’t know a whole hell of alot about Santos, but Tiami is certainly a fine little piece of a-
Smith: Oh come on already! Children watch this program, do you always have to be so vulgar?!
Hood: Do you always have to be such a wuss? I’m just saying, the chick is hot!
Belvedere: And finally, hailing from Paradise, Michigan, weighing in at 113 pounds… She is MJ BELL!!
~“Get Some” by Lykke Li begins to play and the fans begin to cheer as MJ Bell makes her way down to the ring, playing to the fans as she does. Upon sliding into the ring, Richard and Jeremy look at her with reckless intent~
Smith: Now after last week, people have been clamoring to see this fiery beauty in action, and I for one can’t wait!
Hood: Oh, so THAT’s the kind of chicks you’re into huh? I had you figured for the type that are built like little boys…
Smith: OH shut up already!
~The bell rings and right away Richard moves to the center of the ring, only to be met by a wicked clothesline by Santos. As Richard hits the mat, MJ delivers a dropkick to Santos, sending him reeling back into a school boy roll up by the recovering Richard~
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Smith: Richard looking for a quick fall there! Smart move I say!
Hood: Yeah, how did that work out for him? It’s way too early for that.
~As Richard and Santos reach their feet, the two men begin trading blows, but it doesn’t take long before Santos gets the upper hand, irish whipping Richard into the ropes. As Richard returns, Santos delivers a back body drop, sending Richard crashing to the mat once again. As Richard makes it to his hands and knees once again, MJ takes off, using the rising Richard as a springboard, launching herself into a quick hurricanrana on Santos~
Hood: The skinny chick can fly!
Smith: Definitely an impressive move by Bell, now let’s see if she can capitalize!
~MJ lifts Santos to his feet and attempts an irish whip of her own, but Santos reverses it, sending MJ over the top rope and crashing to the floor! Richard rises to his feet and attempts the Rick Kick, but Santos ducks it before spinning Richard around, kicking him in the gut, and quickly spiking him to the canvas with the Debonair Devil! Santos hooks the leg as MJ gets to her feet on the outside~
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Belvedere: Richard has been eliminated!
~Santos stands up, holding his arms out in victory, inciting a wave a boos from the crowd. Tiama is on the outside trying to warn him, but it’s to no avail because as he turns around, MJ springboards off of the top rope and delivers a vicious spinning heel kick, taking Santos down hard! As Santos recovers, MJ sprints to the ropes, but is met with a vicious lunging clothesline as she returns, sending her flipping onto the canvas! Santos drops down and hooks the leg…~
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Smith: Sometimes all it takes is one move to turn the match around completely!
Hood: He damn near took her head off there! I’d be surprised if she ain’t seeing stars right about now!
~Santos lifts MJ to her feet, then delivers a swift knee to her midsection, doubling her over. Santos taunts the crowd a bit before lifting MJ up and sending her back down hard with a vertical suplex. Santos stands up once again, stomping on MJ a few times before dropping a knee into her ribs. Santos lifts MJ to her feet, signalling for the end. As he scoops her up to deliver the Debonair Drop, MJ begins flailing, finally getting free then delivering an enziguri to Santos, knocking him off balance. After a flurry of three consecutive dropkicks, MJ grabs the rising Santos and delivers a spinning neckbreaker, causing an eruption from the crowd before hooking the leg for a pin attempt of her own…~
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Hood: And just that like that, MJ’s back on top! Just where I’d like her!
Smith: It never ends with you does it?
Hood: Nope, now shut up.
~MJ stands up, feeling the energy from the crowd, measuring up a rising Santos before running to the ropes, springboarding off and catching him with a nasty Arm Drag, sending him end over end to the canvas. As he begins to roll back to his feet, MJ takes off, driving a vicious kick to the back of Santos’s head as she connects with the Shining Wizard! As Santos hits the canvas flat, MJ hooks the leg once more…~
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~The bell rings and MJ slowly rises to her feet as the referee raises it into the air!~
Belvedere: Here is your winner… MJ BELL!!!!!
~As MJ Celebrates in the ring, Tiami slides in behind her and clotheslines her to the mat before stomping on her repeatedly~
Smith: Oh come on! The match is over! This ridiculous!
Hood: No, this is genius! Tiami is looking for an advantage heading into the battle royal at Resurrection!
~Suddenly, the crowd erupts as Crazy Chris rushes the ring, and moves towards Tiami, only to be met by a rising Santos! The four begin brawling until Alexis Terry and Lou Bruno come rushing out next, entering the fray~
Smith: This is complete pandemonium! The referee can’t get anybody under control!
Hood: Looks like we’re getting the Resurrection Battle Royal early Smith! That’s what’s up!
~Johnny Riot appears from the crowd, hopping the barricade and entering the melee as Victor Slade and Angelle Laree join in as well. The camera turns to see Hades and Zeus making their way towards the ring from the back. Finally, Kenshin Takamura and Sean Fuller come from the back, joining in as well until the ringside area is in complete anarchy~
Hood: My god, it looks like the entire locker room has emptied out here! These cats can’t wait until Resurrection!
Smith: Judging by the looks of this pandemonium before us folks, you aren’t going to want to miss Resurrection!
~Finally, the back empties with teachers, coaches and various school staff, all attempting to break up the madness as the show cuts to an advertisement for Resurrection~
~A video feed of backstage is shown and we have Zeus and Hades having a very heated discussion with President Dean who is trying to make final arrangements for Resurrection~
Dean: I’m busy dawg—
Zeus: Hold on dude. How can you just yank that opportunity from me man? That was my ticket to stardom. And to make matters worse, you toss me in some clusterfuck Battle Royal? I’m the Lord of Olympus!!
Hades: That was his ticket to stardom! He’s the Lord of Olympus!
Dean: Listen guys, I’m sorry but Bishop was very impressive last week and he and Casablancas put on hell of a show last week between beating the shit out of each other. I had to yank the match.
Zeus: That’s not fair man! I was pumping all the iron two weeks ago knowing something like that was going to happen and you pulled the rug from under my feet!
Hades: The rug from under his feet!
Dean: SUCKAS! I got important shit to do and I can’t have you two flapping your lips. Now leave!
~Out of nowhere “The Incredible” Ian Bishop grabs a hold of both Zeus and Hades and takes them out of Dean’s office. Dean follows and Ian begins throwing both of them into the brick walls of the school. Hades and Zeus fall to their knees in pain before Ian brings his briefcase and opens it up to reveal two medium-sized mirrors. He takes the first one and smashes it over Hades head with great force as it shatters everywhere cutting his forehead. The crowd gasps in shock and awe as Hades starts screaming and holding his face and he falls to the ground. He then grabs Zeus’ hair and pulls him in front of Dean. Dean looks on without saying anything as Bishop knees Zeus in the face a couple of times before taking the second panel of mirror and crashes it into the front of Zeus’ face cutting everything. Zeus screams as well and the two of them scurry off with medical personal as Bishop laughs~
Dean: You think that’s funny dawg? Taking two of my men off the shelf for Resurrection?
Ian: I guess that’ll teach you to just make the RIGHT decision first instead of pissing me off and making the WRONG one. Now, if you’ll excuse me…I have other issues to address right now…
~Bishop walks off as Dean stares him down fuming as the feed ends and we cut back to Smith and Hood~
Smith: Ian Bishop just laid out Zeus and Hades!
Hood: The Armored Man is having a rough night.
Smith: For the last time…
~“Enigma Machine” by Dream Theater loudly plays on the PA as the crowd gets up to boo the hell out of Ian who walks out of the back with a microphone in hand and a different briefcase in hand. He is smiling and pointing at himself while flexing his muscles. His smile quickly fades and his expression turns to serious~
Ian: Cut my music!
~Bishop continues to talk as he heads down to the ring while trying to ignore the jeers from the home crowd~
Ian: Shut the fuck up you idiots!
~His words don’t help as the crowd just gives it to Bishop with everything they have. A “You Suck” chant begins which doesn’t make Bishop any more pleasant~
Ian: That’s fine. I always thought [home town] always sucked too. Anyway… before this match begins and I kick total ass I guess you all want to know how I feel about your wee lil’ beloved Brianna Casablancas getting lucky last week, right? That’s what it is too, she got lucky. You don’t get the best of Incredibleness ever. What you saw last week was a fluke performance that will never be repeated because tonight I will get the real chance to show the you all what is exactly going to happen to Brianna at Resurrection and that’s me dropping [opponent] on her wee lil’ delicate “cranium” and me pinning her one… two… three. The preview you saw earlier with me cutting up Hades and Zeus… that is not even a fraction of what I will do to that insane loony once she’s locked inside the House of Mirrors with me and show her, and you all, just how… INCREDIBLE… I am.
~Bishop pauses for a moment to take in all the hatred from the crowd. He holds up the briefcase and waits for the crowd to simmer down~
Ian: Oh, and this. You’re probably wondering what this is? Well I’ll tell you what, if a certain someone figures out soon that she’s missing her favorite in-animate object she’ll probably blow her top and come out here and try to splash me again.
~Bishop opens the briefcase and reveals that its none other than Brianna’s steel chair Idris. He slams Idris on the mat several times before beginning a screaming rant~
Ian: BRIANNA YOU WANT TO FUCK WITH MY MIND? WELL GUESS WHAT I’M GOING TO FUCK WITH YOURS BY SEPERATING YOU FROM PROBABLY THE ONE THING KEEPING YOU SANE! SO COME OUT HERE AND TRY TO STRIKE ME AGAIN BECAUSE I’LL GUARANTEE YOU DOCTOR THAT I’LL GIVE YOU A TASTE OF YOUR OWN FUCKING MEDICINE WITH SMASHING IDRIS RIGHT ACROSS YOUR FUCKING SKULL!
~Bishop throws the microphone down as “Stockholm Syndrome” by Muse immediately plays as Brianna comes running down to get Idris. Bishop screams at the security to form a wall as they all go in front of Brianna and don’t allow her to come anywhere near him. Bishop begins taunting Brianna by rubbing Idris on his crotch which makes Brianna really upset and scream. She tries to push through the security but they will not allow her to come. Bishop rolls out of the ring and pushes the security out of the way and goes to smash Brianna with Idris but Brianna EGO KICKS Idris right into Bishop’s jaw as he staggers back blood coming out of his mouth instantly. He hangs onto the ropes as Brianna grabs a hold of Idris and goes to drill Bishop but Bishop kicks Brianna in the gut hard. She drops Idris as Bishop grabbles Brianna and DDT’s her onto Idris. Bishop gets up and grabs Idris again and begins to repeatedly hit Brianna in the side with Idris. An “Asshole” chant begins as Bishop doesn’t stop after ten hits of the chair before the security breaks it up and sends Bishop to the back. Security checks up on Brianna as Bishop grabs another microphone before heading back~
Ian: I AM THAT FUCKING INCREDIBLE!
~Bishop goes to the back with Idris in hand~
Smith: Bishop’s got Idris!
Hood: Let the mind games continue!
Smith: I have a feeling that will play a role in tonight’s match up…
Hood: Gee…ya think?
Smith: Well, I’m being told we have another video feed…this time of one of OCW’s newest superstars who is set to make her debut at Resurrection…
~We show the video feed from our cracked iPad which cuts to the back where we see newly signed OCW talent, Alice Knight looking around backstage down a long hallway in jeans and a flowery blouse. She sniffs the area and continues down the hall until she runs into an OCW crew member~
Alice Knight(looking at OCW crew member)- Hey, bud. Do you know where the craft service table is? I’m hungry as a motha’ over here.
Crew Member- You’re Alice Knight?
Alice Knight- Um, yeah. Who do I look like, Roach or something? C’mon, man. Of course I’m Alice Knight. Why? Because it’s 25 dollars to watch me… 50 to go inside…
Crew Member- Huh? What? Nevermind… Well President Dean set up this table over here to satisfy your ‘special request’. Follow me…
Alice Knight- Seriously? (laugsh to herself) I knew he’d cave in… if you want talents like me and… well… me, you have to keep them happy, right? This boss of ours is prêt-tay, prêt-tay, prêt-tay good.
~Alice follows the crew member to a table right next to the mens backstage bathroom. On the table is a steel plate cover~
Alice Knight- I can’t wait to dig on some swine. Pork chops taste good, bacon tastes good…
~Alice pulls out a bib and places it in the neck of her blouse and rubs her hands together licking her lips starring at the cover. The crew member lifts it up to reveal a soggy piece of paper with black and white printed image of a raw, uncooked hotdog on it. Alice sighs audibly. Beside the paper is a bottle of Elmers white glue and a half bottle of Nyquil cough syrup. The crew member hands Alice a piece of paper written in glittery crayon as he walks away from her~
Alice Knight (rolling her eyes looking at the paper)- This is so lame. (she reads the note) ‘Dear Alice, welcome to OCW. As promised is the food and supplies we discussed. Welcome to the family and enjoy… You’re amazing boss, President Dean. Dictated but not read.” (Alice crumples up the paper and throws up the hallway) Ass-head! Dammit.
~Alice looks at the items and sighs again. She looks up and down the hallway noticing no one’s around and quickly grabs the Nyquil and glue bottles and tucks it into her pants. She starts to walk away off camera… the camera stays there for a few seconds until Alice returns and picks up the soggy paper with the hotdog on it, does a quick sniff and then stuffs that into her jeans pocket too. She walks off camera as our video feed ends and we focus back on the announce team~
Smith: Hmm
Hood: Does that soggy fake hot dog remind you of anything, Smith?
Smith: I don’t eat hot dogs...I’m more of a brat man myself.
Hood: You fucking would be…that chick seems interesting, though.
Smith: Unique is the word I would use.
Hood: What is it about OCW? We always attract the crazies.
Smith: A very eclectic group we have
Hood: Well, I say if she wins the Battle Royal, give that tramp a Vienna Sausage or something.
Smith: Not sure that’s in the budget, Hood.
Hood: A pat on the back, then.
Smith: Just as long as it isn’t Skytz…we don’t need any more harassment charges.
Hood: True.
Smith: Alright, folks…it’s been a tremendous night thus far and things are about to kick up a notch!! It is time for our first Tag match of the evening…so, get ready for an official Resurrection Tune up!
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, this following is a Tag Team Match scheduled for one fall…
~”Don’t Stop” by Foster the People begins to play as the fans stand and cheer when they see Dangerous Dan rush down to the ring. He slides under the bottom rope, rushes to the nearest corner and poses for the crowd. They applaud his charisma and fan fare~
Belvedere: Introducing first, from Smithville, Tennessee…standing 5’11 and weighing in at 225…Dangerous Dan!!!
~”King Nothing” by Metallica starts up after Dan’s song comes to a close and the fans boo as they see Roach make his way to the ring. Roach ignores the fans and has an angry look on his face, still festering over Maurako edging him the week before. Roach gets into the ring, glares at Dan and heads to their corner~
Belvedere: And his tag team partner, from Windsor, Ontario Canada…standing 6’4” and weighing in at 265lbs…Roach!!!
~With Roach and Dan in the ring, Roach’s music dies out. Suddenly, “Friday the 13th Theme” echoes creepily throughout the gymnasium as The Lost Soul slowly makes his way to the ring, glaring at both men~
Belvedere: And their opponents, first, from Three Question Marks…standing 6’3 and weighing in at 235lbs…The Lost Soul!!!
~TLS gets into the ring and finds an arbitrary corner…one with nobody occupying it. He stands there and watches Roach and Dangerous Dan. His music ends and “Drag the Waters” by Pantera begins to play as the fans stand and cheer for Noah Mackenzie. He makes his way to the ring, enjoying the cheers of the crowd~
Belvedere: And his partner, from Dublin, Ireland…standing 6’2 and weighing in at 231 lbs…”Messiah of Mayhem” Noah Mackenzie!!!
~Mackenzie enters the ring and stands in his team’s corner. TLS remains by himself. Noah looks over at TLS and yells towards him. TLS ignores Noah and watches all three men, as if he’s expecting an attack from everyone. Belvedere exits the ring and sounds the bell~
Smith: What is TLS doing, Hood?
Hood: Fuck, I don’t know…maybe he was in the back smoking with Zeus and Hades…
Smith: I’m not sure he’s a hundred percent on board with what’s going on here.
Hood: Shouldn’t be a surprise, if you’ve ever followed his career.
~Roach shoots TLS a “WTF” look and starts to head his way, Dan stops Roach. Roach aggressively shoves Dan’s hand off of him and the two begin to argue. Meanwhile, Noah continues to try and get The Lost Soul’s attention, but to no avail. He decides to approach TLS in the hopes of sorting this tag situation out~
Smith: Okay, so maybe this tag theme wasn’t such a great idea afterward.
Hood: I don’t know what the fuck Dean was thinking…Roach paired with Dan? TLS paired with a living person? This is fucking insane.
Smith: Maybe Noah can talk some reason into…WHOA!!
~As Noah reaches TLS, TLS hauls off and drills Noah in the head with a stiff right hand. Noah staggers back into their corner as TLS rushes in, leaps in the air and drills him with a huge splash!! TLS yanks Noah out, kicks him in the gut and drills him to the mat with a DDT. TLS rolls Noah over and goes for a pin, Scruff stands over TLS bewildered. He taps TLS on the shoulder…TLS looks up at Scruff angrily~
Smith: Wow
Hood: Did he really just try and pin his own partner? Dude’s been painting his face for too long, the fumes have done irreparable damage to his brain.
Smith: And Scruff has no idea what to do.
Hood: Scruff never knows what to do…this isn’t anything out of the ordinary.
~Roach is laughing at TLS while Dan approaches, trying to figure out what’s going on. TLS gets to his feet and shoves Dan away from Scruff. Scruff steps back, not wanting to get in the middle of this. Dan yells at TLS, anxious to get this match going. TLS hears Roach laughing and runs over and splashes Roach in his corner! TLS unloads on Roach with lefts and rights…Roach is caught completely off guard. Dan finally rushes in and clotheslines TLS over the top rope! TLS falls to the hardwood floor on the outside. Roach shakes off the cobwebs and then slides under the bottom rope. He goes for a steel chair. Dan looks over at Noah who is kneeling in his corner. Noah looks up at Dan and both men look at Scruff~
Smith: I guess we can finally start this match?
Hood: Fuck that, I wanna see more of psycho TLS trying to win a fatal four way under tag team rules.
Smith: But the fans did not pay for that!
Hood: I think half of these tickets were given away free to fill the ‘stands’…so fuck what these people want…freeloaders.
Smith: Are you sure?
Hood: Look at the guy up there…rolled up in the trash bags taking a nap…I’m pretty sure he is NOT a wrestling fan.
Smith: You never know…he could be a Roach fan or something.
Hood: I’m telling Roach you fucking said that.
Smith: No!
~Dan rushes towards Noah and spears him back into the corner. Noah is clearly still feeling the effects from the unexpected onslaught of his partner, TLS. Dan climbs to the middle rope and punches Noah in the head. As he does, we see Roach with a chair in his hands approaching TLS. We hear a loud “crash!” as Roach apparently drills TLS with the chair on the outside. Dan finishes punching Noah in the head and drops back to the ring. He takes a few steps back as Noah stumbles out. Dan leaps up and delivers an inziguri to the back of Noah’s head! Noah falls to the mat as Dan fires up the crowd who seems mostly in his favor while a few Noah fans boo~
Smith: Dangerous Dan is in complete control of Noah Mackenzie…is this a sign of things to come this Sunday?
Hood: What, Dan taking advantage of an opportunity? Dan beating up on a defenseless immigrant?
Smith: I have never known Dan to beat up on immigrants.
Hood: Well then you haven’t been paying attention. Why do you think he’s outlawed from Latvia?
Smith: Dan is outlawed from Latvia?
Hood: Fucking right he is…
Smith: Wow, I had no idea you were so well versed in Eastern Europe.
Hood: Oh yea, Latvia, Estonia and, uhh…Argentina…wait, what the fuck…
~Hood’s Sochi Olympic app displaying the competing countries begins to act up as Smith rolls his eyes and focuses back on the in ring action. Dan heads into his corner, looking for a tag. He looks to the floor and sees Roach working TLS over with the steel chair. TLS is in the fetal position simply trying to protect himself at this point. Dan yells out at Roach, Roach looks up and hurls the chair at Dan. Dan ducks and the chair barely misses him. Roach then punches Dan in the shin. Dan hops around holding his leg in pain. Scruff signifies a tag has been made as Roach slides in under the bottom rope~
Smith: I have honestly never seen someone tagged in like that before.
Hood: Dude, it’s Roach…he’s a fucking innovator.
Smith: He also performed attempted homicide outside of the ring.
Hood: He was simply trying to put that bitch, TLS, on a leash.
~Roach bumps shoulders with Dan as he heads over to Noah. Dan stares Roach down but, for the sake of the team, swallows his pride and steps out onto the apron. He looks down at TLS who is still laid out on the hardwood floor. Back in the ring, Roach grabs Noah by the hair and lifts him up. Noah shoves Roach off of him and punches him in the gut. Roach staggers back. Noah hits Roach in the head several times with some stiff right hands. Roach sways back on his heels. Noah rushes in for a lariat, Roach ducks, reaches back, grabs Noah’s head and neck and drops him with a neckbreaker!! Noah hits the mat hard and grabs his neck in pain. The fans boo~
Smith: Wow, great move there by Roach!
Hood: Is that an actual wrestling move from Roach?
Smith: I believe it was.
Hood: Even insects can evolve, I guess
Smith: Well, we did evolve from apes, ya know
Hood: Oh, sure…which totally explains why apes are still flying around through trees and shit…and, let me ask you this, Mr. Darwin…if I used to be an ape, why do I fucking hate bananas?
Smith: That rationale is so ridiculous, I refuse to answer.
Hood: Another win for Hood.
~Roach stomps on Noah while he lying on the mat. In the background we see the hand of TLS on the apron as he’s evidently beginning to make it back to his feet. Roach walks up to Dan and punches him in the shoulder. Dan nearly falls off the apron as Scruff signals the tag. Dan glares at Roach before entering the ring and going after Noah~
Smith: That seemed a bit unnecessary.
Hood: That’s how Roach rolls
Smith: These two teams are so dysfunctional…I don’t quite get the booking.
Hood: Hey, it’s a week before Resurrection…wild shit was bound to go down!
~Dan enters the ring, proving to be the consummate professional whose sole focus is winning the match. He lifts Noah to his feet and whips Noah into the ropes, Noah bounces off and Dan goes for a spinning heel kick..Noah, however, catches Dan and flings him over his head and onto the mat with a capture suplex!! Dan lands hard and has trouble getting back to his feet while Noah crawls over to his corner, but finds nobody there~
Smith: What strength shown by Noah Mackenzie!
Hood: That shit came out of nowhere…Dan was rolling and then…bam.
Smith: I’m telling you, this Noah Mackenzie has a chance to be special
Hood: Too bad he doesn’t have a fucking partner to tag in
~Noah pulls himself up and looks around for TLS who is nowhere to be found at the moment. Noah then takes a deep breath and realizes he’s going to have to take care of this himself. He walks back over to Dan and kicks him in the face. Dan, who was on one knee, falls back to the mat. Noah picks Dan up and whips him into a nearby corner. Dan slams hard. Noah rushes in with a high knee into Dan’s midsection. Dan doubles over in pain as Noah grabs his head, runs out and drills Dan into the middle of the ring with a bulldog! Dan rolls over on his back as Noah goes for a quick pin~
1!
2!
Kick Out!!
Smith: You’re not going to pin Dangerous Dan with a bulldog…at least, not this early.
Hood: Guy’s gotta try, though…especially in a glorified handicap match.
Smith: I certainly can’t argue that logic.
~Noah gets to his feet and backs into a corner, waiting for Dan to get up. Scruff checks on Dan, who seems to be a bit wobbly. Noah, unknowingly, has backed into Dan’s corner where Roach stands. Noah goes to run out of the corner, however, Roach grabs Noah by the hair and yanks him to the ground!! Scruff hears the impact and turns around, Roach throws his arms in the air as Noah is rolling around on the ground. Dan, now at his feet sees Noah and the ground and confronts Roach~
Smith: Dan may be a competitor, but he will not stand for cheating.
Hood: I’m so sick of this chivalrous act or whatever you want to call it…it’s a total farce.
Smith: Dan is a true in ring gentleman!
Hood: Did you not see him beating on a woman last week?
Smith: That was a sanctioned match!
Hood: Hey, gentleman don’t smack bitches around.
~Dan shoves Roach, complaining about the obvious underhanded tactics he used to get Noah off of his feet. Roach reaches back and punches Dan right in the face! The crowd boos as Roach yells at Dan, not appreciating the shove. As Dan staggers back, Noah uses his great ring prowess and gets underneath his legs, rolling him up~
1!
2!
Break Up!
~Roach flies through the ropes and drills Noah in the back with a big boot, breaking up the pinfall. Scruff yells at Roach and ushers him back to his corner~
Smith: I think Noah may have had Dan there!
Hood: Only because Roach is an unstoppable force…he put the match in jeopardy and saved it all in one fluid motion. The guy is in total control.
Smith: Umm, no, more like he’s an unpredictable maniac
Hood: Exactly, so we’re on the same page in expecting big things from him.
Smith: Whatever
~Roach is back on the apron as Dan and Noah get to their feet, Noah goes for a small package, hoping to end this match while he’s got an advantage. Dan, though, blocks it and lays some thick forearms onto Noah’s back. Noah arches his back in pain as Dan runs into the ropes, he bounces off and leaps into the air, drilling Noah with a flying forearm! Noah falls to the mat as Dan crawls towards Roach and tags him into the match~
Smith: Here comes the pain!
Hood: Damian’s out here?!
Smith: No, idiot…Roach!
Hood: Oh…well be more fucking specific next time
~Roach goes right after Noah, stomping away, keeping him grounded. Roach reaches down and grabs Noah by the head and neck, whipping him into the nearest corner where Noah is pinned up against the bottom turnbuckle, in a seated position. Roach begins to stomp away at the midsection of Noah until Noah’s body slumps completely off the turnbuckles and is lying underneath the ropes~
Smith: Roach is giving Noah Mackenzie and old fashioned beat down!
Hood: Fuck yea, that shit was brutal.
Smith: I just don’t see how Noah can overcome this…
Hood: Especially with The Confused One as his partner.
Smith: Indeed!
~Roach drags Noah’s body out of the corner and he goes for a quick pin attempt, Scruff makes the count~
1!
2!
Kick Out!
Smith: Tremendous heart being shown here by Noah Mackenzie.
Hood: No kidding, I thought for sure Roach had the three count on that pin attempt.
Smith: With any other opponent, he may have.
~Roach yanks Noah to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Noah leaps onto the middle rope, springboards off and drills Roach with a somersault clothesline out of nowhere!!! Roach’s body falls to the mat as he sits halfway up with a dazed look on his face. He then lies back down on the mat, clearly having received a tremendous blow from Noah Mackenzie. The crowd gets on their feet, cheering Noah~
Smith: Wow! What a move by Noah Mackenzie!
Hood: The hell is with this guy? Doesn’t he realize he’s prolonging the inevitable?
Smith: He wants to win, Hood! And listen to this crowd get behind him…Noah is back in this!
~Noah crawls into his corner for a breather as Roach makes his way towards Dan. Rather than pursue the injured Roach, Noah decides that catching his breath and resting up would be more beneficial to his cause. Roach reaches Dan and, for the first time, makes a normal tag to his partner. With Dan entering the ring, Noah gets to his feet, ready to attack him. However, TLS appears behind Noah, climbing onto the apron. He reaches in and grabs Noah by the hair, twirls him around and punches him to the mat with a stiff right hand! The fans boo~
Smith: TLS lives!
Hood: And still hasn’t figured out what’s going on.
Smith: I guess that punch was a legal tag.
Hood: This should be interesting.
~It was, in fact, a legal tag as Scruff signals the tag being made. TLS doesn’t pay attention and enters the ring going for Dan. He rushes at Dan with a clothesline attempt, Dan ducks…TLS staggers into Dan’s corner and is greeted with an elbow to the chops by Roach. Scruff’s back was turned and he failed to see the interference. TLS staggers out and Dan, who didn’t see it either, drills TLS with a superkick!! TLS falls to the mat and appears to be unconscious~
Smith: You know what that superkick means!
Hood: Ah crap, that’s right…
Smith: The ENDD is coming!!
~Dan goes towards his corner, but doesn’t trust Roach…he turns around and heads to a neutral corner and hops onto the top rope quickly. TLS hasn’t budged and is still lying on his back in the center of the ring. Dan signals to the crowd, who cheers for one of their favorite wrestlers. He then leaps off and drills TLS with a Swanton Bomb!! Dan makes the cover as Scruff slides in for the count~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings and Belvedere makes the announcement~
Belvedere: Here are your winners…The Team of DANGEROUS DAN & ROACH!!!!!
Smith: Great win for Dangerous Dan and Roach heading into Resurrection!
Hood: Sure was, Dan looked like he really put that tough loss behind him and is totally focused on his number one contenders match next week.
Smith: Indeed and Roach, well, he looked tough as usual.
Hood: You’d have to say he’s the favorite…however, I assume TLS will understand the rules of their match at Resurrection and, if that’s the case, Roach will have a tougher time than he did tonight.
Smith: Let’s also not forget the heart Noah Mackenzie showed…if TLS would have been on the same page at the start, we may have seen a different outcome.
Hood: Oh yea, it’s fucking tough sledding in a tag match when your partner beats the shit out of you before the bell and tries to pin you.
Smith: It’s a wonder he lasted as long as he did.
Hood: I may not like the guy or his hair…but he showed me something tonight, he’s a tough son of a bitch.
~Noah and Dan have left the ringside area as Roach is left standing over TLS, who is still out from Dan’s finishing move~
Smith: Oh, come on, get him out of there!
Hood: It looks like Roach has other ideas
Smith: Hasn’t he done enough to TLS already? Just save it for next week!
Hood: Fuck that shit, if you cripple him now, next week is a cake walk.
~Roach kicks TLS while he’s down and laughs at the wrestling legend. He then bends over, lifts TLS up and in one fluid motion hoists him onto his shoulders, twirls him around and drills him with a DDT onto the mat!! TLS body returns to its lifeless position on the mat as Roach gets to his feet and holds his arms in the air in triumph. The fans boo~
Smith: What is the point in dropping TLS with a D.O.A. after the fact! If he wanted to hit TLS with his finisher, he should’ve done it DURING the match!
Hood: Like I said, he’s just working to insure he leaves Resurrection a winner this Sunday.
Smith: Bad sportsmanship…bad show…I don’t like it.
Hood: I doubt Roach lies awake at night worried what you like and don’t like.
Smith: And I highly doubt Roach has enough awareness at night for coherent, conscious thoughts.
Hood: I’m telling Roach you fucking said that
~Roach stands over top of The Lost Soul as he grins looking around at the crowd as they shower him with boo's. Roach walks over to the ropes as Belvedere hands him a microphone. Roach walks over to the life-less body as he spits towards him. Roach stands back over top of The Lost Soul.~
Smith: What the hell is Roach doing?
Hood: He's making his claim here in the OCW.
Roach: Look at this old fucker right here, laying here in the ring looking like a washed up old man. I'm here to finish your career you piece of shit, and yes I called you a piece of shit you pathetic scum. Your just a old man trying to relive your glory that you once had, just go back to putting a smile on kids faces at McDonald's. If this match is what I have to look forward to this Sunday then I'm going to hurt you soooooo bad!
Smith: This isn't right, Roach can't be saying this to a legend.
Hood: He can do whatever he wants, speaking of that I want a Oreo McFlurry now. Your the man Roach.
~Roach slicks his hair back as he looks at the crowd and smiles, more boo's come flying his way.~
Roach: Haha! you fans are booing me but you will cheer for a Ronald McDonald looking mother fucker. If you guys want to meet with The Lost Soul all you have to do is read the wanted articles in the paper, cause he's always looking for a job headlining your birthday party's cause we all know he's not headling Resurrection. Your to old you old fuck. I already have an appointment for you right now for your old ass to go to a retirement home around the corner from here. Please nurses can you come down here and come grab this old washed up fuck.
~Two High School Nurses come walking down to the ring with one of them pushing a wheel chair. The Men get to the outside of the ring. Roach helps them out by rolling The Lost Soul out of the ring as he slams on the padded concrete flooring. The two nurses grab The Lost Soul and sit him up in the wheel chair. The crowd begins to boo as Roach laughs. The two male nurses leave the ring area with The Lost Soul.~
Smith: I do not like this guy or have any respect for him.
Hood: This is hilarious! he's sending TLS right to the retirement home.
Roach: Haha! This is hilarious, get that piece of shit out of here. Don't hold anything back on him, if he shits his diapers let him sit in it for at least a day or two. I told you that I was going to retire you and end your career, if it's not tonight than it's going to be at Resurrection. I'm out PEACE!
~Roach drops the mic and laughs as he makes his way out of the ring. Roach walks backwards towards the locker rooms as the crowd boo's, Roach tosses his middle fingers in the air before disappearing behind the locker room doors.~
Smith: Roach just sent a statement loud and clear to any and all veterans of OCW.
Hood: Yea he did, I think it’s safe to say he’s the clear favorite going into Resurrection.
Smith: Maybe…but never, ever count out The Lost Soul. He’s a legend for a reason.
Hood: I guess we will have to wait and see.
~A video feed on the cracked iPad shows the backstage where Kenshin Takamura and MJ Bell are walking through the hallway. They both are already wearing their streets clothes after having gotten cleaned up after their respective matches. At first, as they're talking between the two of them, the camera can't really make out what they're saying to one another, but suddenly a wide smirk appears on Kenshin's features. It is apparent that his eyes are on someone across from him as him and MJ come to a stop~
Kenshin Takamura: Oh, funny we should run into you two like this. You know, Tiami, was it? I hate to say 'I told you so'- wait, no, I don't. Tiami, I told you so.
~As the camera pans out just a bit, we can now see the self-proclaimed Power Couple of Online Championship Wrestling. Tiami AND Jeremy Santos both seem to have rather irritated looks on their faces as Takamura doesn't give them the opportunity to speak. MJ has a small smile on her face but she doesn't speak~
Kenshin Takamura: Look, guys, standing around trying to stare holes through other peoples' foreheads isn't going to get you anywhere in life. I mean, do neither one of you have another match to start preparing for?
Tiami Tyler-Santos: Yeah, a Battle Royal that I'm going to kick your unfortunate asses out of.
~Tiami's intention seems to be to burn a couple of holes through Takamura's face because she's glaring at him so harshly. This isn't bothering the Japanese pro-wrestler one bit. That's when Jeremy Santos stepped forward, addressing Kenshin~
Jeremy Santos: Listen up-
~Takamura cuts in before Santos can even think about what his next words are. MJ's eyes bounce from Kenshin to the Power Couple`
Kenshin Takamura: Look, I did not stop to have a long, drawn out conversation. I only stopped by to let you know that I'll be sending you the bill.
Jeremy Santos: The bill?
Kenshin Takamura: Yes, whomever pays the bills in your relationship owes us an all-expenses-paid sushi night tonight so we'll just keep the receipt of the bill we rack up tonight then you can pay me back. Oh, by the way, worry not, we will make sure you guys are updated about how the night is going. I assure you, your money is going to a great charity. It's called the Fill the Tokyo Tiger's Belly Foundation. So I hope that puts your minds at ease.
~Kenshin's eyes slowly travel over to Tiami who opens her mouth to speak, but she's cut off by Kenshin much like her husband~
Kenshin Takamura: Good. Come on, MJ. Let's go eat on OCW's Power Couple.
MJ Bell: You two have a good night. I know we will. Sayonara, suckers.
~Without any other words to Tiami or her husband, Kenshin shoots MJ a jesting smirk before the two turn away from the scorned couple at their backs. As they do, Tiami and Jeremy are displaying signs of obvious irritation and disgust on their faces, but neither Kenshin nor MJ notice as the Tokyo Tiger opens the door to the parking lot for MJ then walks out himself~
MJ Bell: We can take my truck if you want...
Kenshin Takamura: Probably the best idea since my motorcycle is being shipped over from Japan.
~As they walk toward MJ's truck in the parking lot, the scene slowly fades to black…and the video feed comes to an end. We focus back on the announce team~
Smith: I hope the Power Couple got a nice sized signing bonus!
Hood: What a dick…you mean to tell me he’s shipping his motorcycle from Japan but he can’t afford to take a chick that weights 80lbs out for sushi?
Smith: So many stupid things that just flew out of your mouth…but I don’t think money played a role in that…it was a power play against the power couple.
Hood: Well, the Santos better buck up and fire back.
Smith: Something tells me that they will...well, folks…it’s that time of the week.
Hood: Happy Hour drinks at Sonic?
Smith: No…Main Event time…this one needs no hype job…let’s go down to ringside.
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…it is now time for our Main Event of the evening!! This match is a special Resurrection Tune Up Tag Match scheduled for one fall!!
~”It’s Goin Down” by X-Ecutioners fires up as the fans turn and watch Damian Payne slowly make his way to the ring. Payne reaches the ring, steps over the top rope and enters~
Belvedere: Introducing first, from Denver, Colorado…standing 6’9” and weighing in at 295lbs… “Sadistic Insanity” Damian Payne!!!
~Payne’s theme comes to an end and “Acid Rain” by Liquid Tension Experiment starts up as the fans boo the appearance of Ian Bishop. He ignores the fans on his way to the ring~
Belvedere: And his tag team partner, from Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada…standing 6’2 and weighing in at 235 lbs… “Incredible” Ian Bishop!!!
~Bishop enters the ring and heads over to Payne. They converse a bit and look to be on the same page as Bishop’s music ends. “Waters Rising” by Alter Bridge begins to play as the fans turn and give a slight cheer when they see Rain rush down to the ring~
Belvedere: And their opponents…introducing first, from Chicago, Illinois, standing 6’0 feet tall and weighing in at 225 lbs….Rain!!!
~Rain makes his way into his team’s corner, keeping his distance from the opposing team. Payne yells a few insults at Rain, who just ignores Payne, remaining focused on the match. His music dies down as “Stokholme Syndrome” by Muse fires up and the crowd gives out a huge ovation at the sight of Brianna Casablancas entering into the gymnasium and making her way to the ring~
Belvedere: And his partner, from Your Happy Place…standing 5’8” and weighing in at 126 lbs…Brianna Casablancas!!!
~Casablancas enters into the ring and recognizes the favorable crowd. They respond in kind, with some loud cheers. Belvedere exits the ring as Brianna’s music comes to a close. Belvedere sounds the bell at ringside and this match is officially underway~
Smith: Here we go, Hood…our Main Event…an opportunity to get a live preview of next week’s Central Championship match!
Hood: I’m stoked…I want to see Bishop smack that psycho bitch around!
Smith: I doubt that’s going to happen…Brianna is rapidly becoming the face of OCW and I don’t see any way Bishop derails that train.
Hood: Well, he does have Sadistic Insanity on his side this week, whereas Brianna has Rain.
Smith: So? Did you not see Rain destroy Payne last week after their match?
Hood: Fuck, after their match? Who gives a shit about that…
~Brianna and Rain come to an agreement with Rain starting the match. Bishop is standing in the ring for his team as the crowd seems to be buzzing with excitement going into this one. Rain rushes at Bishop, who has taken a few steps out of his corner and starts punching Bishop with some rights a lefts. Bishop fires back with some lefts and rights of his own. Rain’s quickness gains him an early advantage as he has Bishop cornered next to Payne. Scruff stares at Payne who holds his arms up, staying out of it. Rain whips Bishop out of the corner and across the ring, Bishop slams into Rain’s corner. Brianna backs off, not wishing to bend the rules. Rain rushes in and leaps up onto the second rope. He places his feet into the midsection of Bishop, falls back and kicks Bishop in the air and over him…Bishop lands on his back in the middle of the ring as the fans cheer Rain on~
Smith: Fast start here by Rain.
Hood: Sure is, this is a big spot for Rain…the main event leading into a Pay Per View.
Smith: Indeed, opportunity to make a statement.
~Rain quickly gets to his feet and runs into the nearest ropes. Bishop gets to his feet, dazed but still near full strength. Rain leaps onto the middle rope and leaps off with a reverse cross body! He nails Bishop and lands on top of him for a quick pin, Scruff slides in for the count~
1!
Out!!
Smith: Rain with a quick pin attempt there!
Hood: Shit, get it over with early…who can blame him?
Smith: Bishop is too good for that, though.
~Rain gets back to his feet as the fans are really starting to get behind his fast paced, intense offense. He rushes into the ropes as Bishop is getting back to his feet. He bounces off and goes for a spear. Bishop, though, catches Rain and drills him into the mat with a DDT!! This takes quite a bit out of Rain as the fans quiet down and even boo a little after Bishop’s unexpected reversal~
Smith: That came out of nowhere!
Hood: Ian fucking Bishop…this guy is legit, Smith.
Smith: I’m quickly figuring that out…Rain had all the momentum and then BAM!
~Bishop gets to his feet with an air about him as he arrogantly stomps on Rain who is still lying on the mat. Bishop yanks Rain to his feet and shoves him against the ropes. Bishop drills Rain in the chest with some vicious forearm blows. Each time Rain covers his chest and leans forward in pain. Bishop lays a good five or six blows into Rain’s chest before kneeing Rain in the gut. Rain bends over and Bishop hooks him for a suplex. He lifts Rain up, but before he gets him vertical, drops Rain front first across his knee!! Rain hits hard and rolls around the ring in tremendous pain~
Smith: Yeouch! I’m not sure I’ve ever seen that before.
Hood: Bishop is a creator…an innovator…a female impregnator...a woman ejac…
Smith: Okay, that’s enough!
Hood: Sorry, sometimes I slip back into my freestyle mode when I used to be a rap battle champion.
Smith: Rap battle champion of where?
Hood: High school.
Smith: I thought you were home schooled?
Hood: Doesn’t make it not true
~Bishop yanks Rain back to his feet and drags him into his corner. He tags the big man, Payne into the ring. The fans react with anxiousness knowing Payne could do some serious damage to Rain. Payne steps over the top rope to enter the ring. Bishop shoves Rain into Payne as if he were a piece of garbage. Rain, instinctively, unleashes a flurry of punches into Payne’s midsection…Payne, however, is unfazed as there isn’t much behind them at this point. Payne simply lifts a big knee into Rain, immobilizing him. He then hooks his arms around Rain’s waist, lifts him up and drills him to the mat with a Gut Wrench Suplex!! Rain lands hard~
Smith: A quick attempt at a comeback by Rain there…
Hood: I think that almost lasted as long as Grenada.
Smith: Is that some relative you out rapped for your title?
Hood: No, man…it was that epic war which lasted most of 1983.
Smith: Hmm, a quick google search here says it lasted a few weeks.
Hood: A very intense two weeks
~Payne yanks Rain to his feet and drills him with a couple of stiff right hands backing Rain against the ropes…Payne whips him off the ropes, Rain bounces off another set of ropes and Payne drills him with a big boot to the face!! Rain’s body lands on the mat as Payne goes for a pin, Scruff makes the count~
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2!
Kick Out!
Smith: Near fall by Damian Payne on Rain!
Hood: If this is any indicator, Rain has no chance on Sunday.
Smith: Agreed.
~Payne shows a bit of frustration but gets back to his feet determined to inflict more pain on his future opponent, Rain. He whips Rain back into the ropes, Rain bounces off and Payne puts his head down. Rain drills Payne the face with a stiff kick! Payne staggers back as Rain leaps into the air and kicks Payne in the side of the head with an inziguri!! Payne staggers into a corner as Rain lands on the mat and lies there for a moment. The crowd begins to rally behind him~
Smith: Wow! What a couple of vicious kicks from Rain!
Hood: That fucker is quick…
Smith: If he can make the tag to Brianna, they are back in this!
~Rain gets to his feet and looks over at Brianna who’s eager for a tag…Rain decides to go after Payne some more, obviously wanting to inflict punishment on his future opponent. Rain rushes in on Payne who’s in the corner, he leaps onto the middle rope as before with Bishop…however, Payne grabs Rain by the throat with one arm, lifts Rain in the air and drops him to the mat with a chokeslam!! Rain lands hard and is immobilized as Brianna looks on in disappointment~
Smith: I hate to second guess a professional…but Rain probably should have tagged Brianna in there.
Hood: Delusions of grandeur got the best of him, Smith.
Smith: Apparently.
~Bishop yells at Payne to make the tag but Payne just ignores Bishop and focuses back on Rain. Payne yanks Rain to his feet and easily hoists him up on his shoulder. He walks Rain towards the nearest corner and drops him across the top turnbuckle with snake eyes! Rain hits hard and staggers back. He slowly turns around and is drilled with a lariat from Payne! The impact turns Rain inside out as Payne goes for a pin, Scruff makes the count~
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2!
Kick Out!!
Smith: Close one there…a lot of guts being shown by Rain!
Hood: Hmm, is Damian Payne a shitty closer?
Smith: Maybe Rain is just one tough cookie.
Hood: Tough cookie? Are you fucking shitting me?
Smith: Sorry, I had a box of stale Girl Scout cookies for lunch.
Hood: Which kind?
Smith: Thin mints
Hood: And your breath still smells like ass, ya dick bag
~Payne glares at Scruff before going back to work on Rain. He gets to his feet and yanks Rain to his…Rain, though, fights back with some kicks to the knee of Payne. This causes sharp…umm…pain…in…uhh…Damian…yea, Damian’s leg as he staggers back and releases his grip on Rain. Rain turns around and runs into the corner…he shows great athleticism and agility by running up the turnbuckles to the top rope. He then leaps off and drills Payne in the head with a top rope inziguri!!! Payne falls over as Rain gets on top of him for a pin~
1!
2!
Kick Out!!
Smith: Rain nearly stole this one!
Hood: Is this guy on drugs? He gets the shit beat out of him and then does THAT?
Smith: Don’t ask, don’t tell!
Hood: You worked at that damn Logo network for too long.
~Rain gets back to his feet and looks at Brianna whose all the way across the ring. Meanwhile, Payne is getting back to his feet. Rain knows he’s going to have to deliver one more move to Payne if he wants to tag in the fresh Brianna. Payne is on one knee as Rain runs into the ropes, he bounces off and goes for a clothesline, Payne ducks…Rain bounces off the other ropes, runs at Payne and Payne grabs him and drops him to the mat with a ¾ neckbreaker!! Payne is seated up on the mat while Rain is, once again, lifeless~
Smith: Every time Rain gets a little momentum, Payne squashes it.
Hood: That’s because Payne is better.
Smith: A rash rush to judgment on your end, there.
Hood: I’m sorry, but do you need glasses?
~Payne gets to his feet and tags Bishop in. Bishop enters the ring and goes right back to work on Rain. Payne stands on the apron and hunches over, catching his breath. Bishop yanks Rain to his feet and kicks him in the gut. Rain doubles over and Bishop hooks him, lifts him up and drops him with a suplex! Rain hits hard. Bishop gets back to his feet, yanks Rain to his feet again, hugs his waist, lifts him up and drills him to the mat with a Belly-to-Belly suplex!! Rain lands hard as Bishop stands over him. Payne yells out~
Smith: Well, that escalated quickly.
Hood: Ian Bishop doing work!
Smith: And now Damian Payne wants back in, apparently.
Hood: Shit yea, he can do some real damage at this point.
~Bishop walks over and tags in Payne and yells “Finish his ass”…Payne enters the ring with a look of determination. He grabs Rain and lifts him to his feet…Payne clutches Rain by his neck with both hands, looking for his patented Chokebomb. Rain can sense he’s about to be put down for good and lifts his knees up. They connect underneath Payne’s chin! Payne is stunned, Rain lifts his legs up and wraps them around Payne’s head and neck. Payne releases his grip on Rain’s neck and works to get Rain’s legs off of him. Rain, though, jerks back and drops Payne with a huricanrana!! The crowd pops big for this as Brianna extends her arm, wanting to be tagged in badly. Rain and Payne are both laid out in the middle of the ring~
Smith: What a move by Rain! Wow!! This guy just doesn’t quit!
Hood: If he can get to Brianna…
Smith: She’s begging to get tagged…the woman needs it!
Hood: Calm down there, Smith…easy, tiger.
~A stunned Payne gets to his feet and wobbles over to Bishop. He tags Bishop in. Bishop enters with a sense of urgency to keep Rain from tagging Brianna in. Brianna is extending her arm as far as possible. Rain crawls towards it. Bishop grabs Rain’s leg…Rain kicks him off! Rain leaps forward and tags in Brianna!! Brianna enters as Bishop slows up and sizes Brianna up. The crowd rises, excited for their confrontation~
Smith: And here…we…go…
Hood: That sounds very MMAish
Smith: Well this does have a big fight atmosphere!
~Bishop steps forward with a punch, Brianna ducks, Bishop turns around and Brianna nails him with a roundhouse kick!! Bishop staggers into the nearest corner as Brianna rushes in. She climbs to the middle rope and starts to punch away on Bishop’s head. The crowd counts along as she reaches eight punches before Bishop shoves her off. Bishop charges at Brianna…Brianna ducks a clothesline attempt from Bishop. Bishop turns around and Brianna drills him with a standing dropkick right to the face!! Bishop falls on the mat as the crowd goes wild for Brianna. She climbs the top rope and acknowledges her crazed fan base~
Smith: A meteoric rise we are witnessing here, Hood…Brianna Casablancas has absolutely captivated the OCW fanbase!
Hood: Just what we need, another panderer.
Smith: I like it! It beats the heck out of jerks and cheaters.
Hood: If that’s how you feel, maybe we should hire Mickey Mouse.
Smith: Yea right, I wish!
~Bishop gets to his feet as Brianna turns around, leaps off the ropes and drills him between the eyes with a double axe handle!! She whips Bishop into a nearby corner…it turns out to be his corner. Payne tags Bishop on the shoulder. Brianna whips Bishop across the ring towards the opposing corner…Bishop slides underneath the bottom rope and out of the ring. Brianna extends her arms, wondering what he’s doing. The fans yell that Payne is behind Brianna. Brianna turns around and Payne lunges with a lariat, Brianna ducks and dropkicks Payne in the back of the knee which drops Payne to his knees. Brianna walks in front of Payne, locks her legs around his head and neck, spins around and drills him with a codebreaker from his knees!! Payne is laid out in the middle of the ring as Brianna hops to her feet, ready to deliver her finishing move The Super EGO kick! The fans chant for her to finish them off…Rain, meanwhile, is in his corner yelling for Brianna to tag him in~
Smith: Interesting choice here…Brianna is in full control…but Rain seems to want in with a chance to even the score with Payne.
Hood: Fuck that noise, he’s got next week to do that.
Smith: Yea, but Brianna would understand that need…she may want to help a masked brother out.
Hood: If I liked Brianna, I’d tell her not to do it.
~Brianna walks over and tags Rain in, giving him the opportunity for his revenge on Payne. Rain quickly hops to the top rope and measures Payne up. He leaps off with a diving head butt but Payne moves out of the way!! Rain lands hard as Payne crawls towards his corner where Bishop stands, ready and fresh for a tag~
Smith: Oh, no…no bueno.
Hood: AHAHAHAHAHA
Smith: You heartless man
Hood: I’m sorry, but who DIDN’T see that coming.
~Payne reaches out and tags Bishop in. Bishop walks right up to Rain, who has made it to his feet. Rain goes for a punch but Bishop blocks it. Bishop kicks Rain in the gut hooks him and lifts him up high in the air. He holds Rain in a vertical position for ten seconds before dropping him with a Brainbuster!!! The fans boo as Bishop hooks Rain’s leg for the pinfall, Scruff makes the count~
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3!!!!
~The bell rings as Belvedere makes the announcement~
Belvedere: Here is your winners…The Team of IAN BISHOP & DAMIAN PAYNE!!!!!
~Boos emanate from the crowd as Payne enters into the ring. He yanks Rain to his feet, lifts him up for the ChokeBomb and tosses Payne over the top rope to the hardwood floor!! Rain hits hard and is barely moving. Bishop has a good laugh over Payne’s actions as Payne flips his hair back, revealing a Sadistic Smile. Bishop exits the ring with Payne remaining inside. Brianna suddenly enters with the crowd cheering wildly. Payne turns around and walks right into the Super EGO kick!! Payne falls back on the mat with the crowd going crazy for Brianna~
Smith: Brianna just laid Damian Payne out!!
Hood: What a bitch!
Smith: Are you kidding me?
Hood: Uh oh, shit’s about to get good!
~Outside the ring Ian looks under the ring and pulls out Idris! Ian goes into the ring and the crowd is going crazy for Brianna to turn around as Ian waves Idris back and forth. Brianna finally turns around and receives an devastating blow to the head from Idris! Brianna falls down holding her head as blood begins to spill out from her forehead. Ian begins to laugh hysterically as he gives Idris a kiss and goes to the corner of the ring and begins to slam Idris on the ground repeatedly waiting for Brianna to stand up.
Smith: Is he seriously going to hit her again? Hasn’t he done enough damage to her over the past few weeks?
Hood: He’s just trying to prove that he is worthy of the Central Championship!
~Brianna finally gets her to feet as Ian runs straight towards her and raises Idris only to be SUPER EGO KICKED with Idris right into his face! The crowd goes nuts as a tooth flies from Ian’s mouth and Ian falls to the mat motionless and blood starts coming out of his mouth. Brianna grabs Idris from Ian’s hand and raises it up in the air as she stand over his body as Stockholm Syndrome plays and she begins to head to the back~
Smith: Brianna got the last laugh…she just laid Ian out! Is this a sign of things to come for Resurrection???
Hood: Damnit, Ian…you better get your shit together!
Smith: Folks, the janitor is standing in the doorway with his mop bucket…that means we’re just about done here…don’t forget…Resurrection is only 6 days away…see you then, live from Wichita!
Hood: HIS CLEANING WATER SMELLS LIKE LEMONS!
~With the show about to come to a close, we get one more video feed. Zooming in we see Skytz in the Maple Grove High School parking lot. Several middle aged, cracked out hookers are standing around Skytz as he collects wrinkled, wet dollar bills from them. Looking down at the money in his hand, he frowns and orders them to get back to work. Skytz heads towards a big, unmarked white van and is about to get in when something catches his eye. He walks around the front of the van to the passenger’s side. He looks down at immediately staggers back, falling onto his ass. Skytz gets to his feet and sprints off. Our camera pans down where we see The Armored Man’s armor lying on the ground with a piece of cardboard next to it~
~The online stream comes to an end~
OOC: Alright guys, the final Massacre before Resurrection. Below is the show poll, copy and paste that into the Review thread and let me know your thoughts. Hope you guys enjoyed it. Kudos out to Ian Bishop for typing Danny B/Harold and Fuller/Slade and to Noah for typing MJ Bell/Santos/Richard. Also, major props to Alice Knight for the super sweet Resurrection video. Good luck this week, guys!
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