Live, Monday, March 3rd 2014
From the South Plains Junior College Gymnasium in Lubbock, Texas.

~Clips from last Sunday’s Resurrection flash on our local television screens. Damian Payne defeating Rain is shown…it’s followed up by Roach’s gritty win over The Lost Soul…we then see Maurako defeating Bobbinette Carey, enshrining Perfectly Marvelous into the Hall of Fame. Next up the epic (with apologies to Miss Carey) House of Mirrors match is shown with Brianna Casablancas defeating Ian Bishop only to relinquish the Central Championship and, effectively, turning Bishop into OCW’s first paper champion. Finally, we get a split screen showing Takamura eliminating Alexis Terry and Noah Mackenzie defeating Dangerous Dan…their victorious images merge together with the OCW Internet Title rising up between them. We linger on that graphic for a few moments before fading into a fairly packed gymnasium at South Plains Junior College in Lubbock, Texas. Pyros shoot off as “Comin in Hot” by Hollywood Undead plays throughout the gym. It’s filled with college kids, so they are fairly rowdy and quite possibly inebriated. For the first time in years, signs are in the arena…”Paper Champ”…”Feed Her More”…”Break THIS off, Syren” (with a down arrow) and “Gavin sucks ass” are the most notable ones…we focus on the ring as it appears with a colorful tarp and fake palm trees in the corner. There is a long table with assorted exotic fruits and meats, bottles of rum, wine and champagne and also a mountain of cocaine. In the center of the ring is a tiny platform stage with a pole going up and four extravagant women taking turns dancing. Ringside near the announce we have the band Los Cuates de Sinaloa prepping up for their original song. The play a small jam until getting into a nice rhythm as the crowd begins to boo the song their singing~

Los Cuates de Sinaloa: Mario Marauko e Ian Bishop
los dos más grandes luchadores de todos los tiempos,
¿dónde estaríamos sin luchadores como usted?

Sin ti, no tendríamos La Omerta, o la gota Incredible
y eso haría que la vida bastante triste y deprimente
Afortunadamente usted golpeó tanto de esos culos chicas
y ahora puede gobernar el mundo de Online Championship Wrestling

Tome al mundo por sorpresa, eso es lo que va a hacer
y mostrar el presidente Dean quién es el jefe, esa es la verdad
Maravillosa y increíble, esos son sus apodos
Salón de la Fama y el Campo Central de ... lo que es una combinación

Es debido a que nos encanta la lucha libre
y es por tu culpa tenemos empleos
porque usted está pagando para que juguemos aquí
y le agradecemos plenamente por ese

Mario Marauko e Ian Bishop
los dos más grandes luchadores de todos los tiempos,
¿dónde estaríamos sin luchadores como usted?

~The band finishes as “Godfather Waltz” by Slash echoes throughout the gymnasium as the crowd stands and boos as Mario Marauko walks down to the ring. He enters the ring and indulges himself with a drink before taking a microphone and speaking~

Mario: Ladies and Gentlemen, I’d like for you all to stand up and welcome your first ever 2-Time OCW Hall of Famer, Mario Maurako!

~The crowd boos as Mario raises his hands and soaks up the boos from the audience~

Mario: That’s right, I did what I said I was going to do and at Resurrection I defeated Bobbinette Carey for the umpteen millionth time. But in the process I have rectified a cosmetic wrong with the Hall of Fame. And now finally the greatest Tag Team to ever grace an OCW ring will take their place in the OCW Hall of Fame where they belong. And next week live on Massacre I will be holding a Hall of Fame induction ceremony. I am so proud of my accomplishment that I’m taking this week off from trying to destroy OCW.

~The crowd boos as Mario smiles, enjoying their reaction to the tongue-in-cheek act of good faith he just announced~

Mario: but enough about me. I almost forgot about the newest member of the Family who displayed an awesome… no, that’s not the word, amazing… not that’s not it either… Oh!... an INCREDIBLE display of athleticism and became OCW’s Central Champion. Give it up for… IAN BISHOP!

~“Acid Rain” by Liquid Tension Experiment plays as the crowd boos just as much if not more as Ian Bishop comes out with the belt around his waist. He slowly makes his way to the ring showing the effect of the House of Mirrors is still warring on him as he rolls into the ring and begins dancing with the woman and chugging down a bottle of rum. He hugs Mario as they then shake hands and Ian proceeds to speak~

Ian: Give it up for Mario Marauko.

~The crowd gives it their all as they jeer the Family~

Ian: YOU SHOW THIS MAN RESPECT HE IS A LIVING LEGEND AND YOU WOULDN’T HAVE AN OCW WITHOUT HIM!

~Ian pants as Mario tells him to calm down. Ian fixes his posture and continues~

Ian: Now… what can we say about last week? In my opinion it turned out to be probably the greatest main event that OCW has ever seen. There was one part in particular that I enjoyed the most… let’s roll the footage!

~Video begins to play as it shows the best highlight from Ian during the House of Mirrors but at the end it shows badly edited tape of the referee handing the belt to what should be Brianna but is quickly cut to a hand dropping the belt onto Ian’s chest and then a quick cut to Ian holding the belt in the air as Mario helped him. Ian is seen smiling at the footage as Mario claps in approval~

Ian: From the moment I stepped into this ring and into this company I made a promise to myself that I would dominate and be the best and I would walk away from Resurrection as OCW Central Champion. I proved to Dean, I proved to the rest of the roster and the world watching online that I deserve this title by being currently undefeated in this ring and pulling off dominating victories in the process. Ladies and gentlemen… I am your OCW CENTRAL CHAMPION!

~Ian pauses for a moment to go to a turnbuckle, climb it and hoist his belt as the crowd boos at the false accusations of being undefeated. The crowd begins to chant “Paper Champion” as clearly Ian and Mario begin to become upset by this~

Ian: YOU SHUT YOUR FILTHY TEXAN MOUTHS! DID YOU SEE THAT LOONIE BIN WALK OUT OF RESURRECTION CHAMPION? THAT’S RIGHT, NEITHER DID I. SO DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS? THAT MEANS I AM THE RIGHTFUL CHAMP, I AM UNDEFEATED AND I AM GOING TO STAY UNDEFEATED!

~In frustration Ian rips apart one of the fake palm trees as the crowd continues to chant it. The chant begins to simmer down as Ian continues~

Ian: If you pathetic excuses for human beings would allow me to finish; now that I am finished with Brianna and her failed experiments it is now time to turn the future of the OCW Central Championship. Obviously I will continue to hold this title for as long as I am living and now that I have it no one shall stop me but that doesn’t mean we can’t have a little fun and have some TRY to take it from me, right? That is why I am issuing an op--

~Suddenly, an air horn goes off right before RED AND WHITE Confetti busts out of the turnbuckles and “Celebrate” by Kool and the Gang immediately starts to blast over the P.A system. After that red and white streamers begin to descend from the top of the gym and into the ring as Mario and Ian look confused. Ian asks if Mario planned this and Mario seems just as clueless. All of a sudden, doves are released from the side of the gym and fly around the ring in celebration of the new Central Champion. And following the streamers is red and white balloons falling from above and into the ring~

Hood: And the celebration is picking up now!

Smith: This is great …but Mario and Ian seem to be a bit confused as if this wasn’t planned by them.

~Suddenly, a group of cheerleaders dressed in red and white and with a maple leaf on their chests make their way down to the ring shaking their pom poms before surrounding the ring. Mario and Ian actually start to get into it, thinking that maybe Dean has come to his senses and has paid expenses to have an even BIGGER celebration. They are even more taken aback when the school marching band comes out from behind the curtains. They are lead by baton twirlers who start doing back flips towards the ring. The band plays along with the hit “Kool and the Gang” song~

Hood: This is an amazing celebration of Ian’s hardwork.

Smith: This might be a little “much” for a guy that didn’t actually win the title.

Hood: What are you talking about? Of course he won the title …he is holding it right now.

Smith: You know damn well he had it passed down to him.

~As the marching band circles the ring and continues to play …they are followed by a group of clowns who make balloon red and white balloon Ian’s for the kids as they make their way to ringside. They start to pile into the ring and dance around with Ian …while one even makes him a balloon crown and puts it on his head. While this is happening, a moose (who is clearly two men in a suit) struts down to the ring dancing to the fans delight. The moose is followed by a man in a trench coat and an eye patch holding up a sign that says “God Hates Michonne” as confetti continues to fill the gym and streamers and balloons reign down and he doves continue to fly around~

Smith: Okay, this is just getting silly. I know him having the Central Title is BIG but this is just overkill. And what is the guy in the eyepatch supposed to be.

Hood: Now, I don’t watch a lot of television …I believe he is a Woodbury Baptist.

Smith: Is that because Ian looks a LOT like the guy from the Walking Dead.

Hood: Maybe. But you should shut up and enjoy the PARTY! This is great.

~The Woodbury Baptist jumps into the ring as now even Ian starts to think something might be up. The stern eyepatch wearing man stares at him …before doing the Carlton dance with the widest smile on his face. But that isn’t all, as all four Ghostbusters (or guys dressed like the Ghostbuster) make their way down to the ring as the flow doing the dance they do during the credits of their popular eighties cartoon. They have the proton packs and all. But then two clansmen appear from behind the curtain and everything stops. The music stops. The band stops playing. People stop dancing. Ian looks at the confused~

Hood: RUN DEAN RUN! Ian’s posse has arrived.

Smith: Okay, I am absolutely confused as to what is going on.

~Suddenly, the robed clansmen look at each other …and then proceed to do the robot as the fans cheer and the music continues and the band starts up again. The two clansmen pop and lock their way to the ring; one even performs the worm down to the ring. They jump up on the steel steps and perform “The Puppet” as “Celebrate” continues to echo throughout the gym. Both Mario and Ian are both now growing upset with this. But that changes when a few cheerleaders begin to drag a giant red and white cake with a maple leaf on it down to the ring. Ian and Mario know what comes next as they poke at each other with winks and nods~

Hood: Things are about to get good, Smith. You know what a giant cake means during celebrations right?

Smith: Your hot wife will have thirty extra pounds during the honeymoon which you did NOT sign up for?

Hood: Um …close. I think we are going to see some very sexy results coming up.

~The cake stops at the edge of the ring as Ian and Mario inch closer to the cake. They are about to dive in …but they are interrupted as a big BLACK man dressed as a Mountie pops and jumps onto the apron and starts grinding on the ropes. Ian immediately draws back as the black Mountie crawls into the ring and struts his stuff. He immediately tears off his shirt and continues to grind and flex his pecs. He then rips off his pants to reveal a red g-string with a white maple leaf on the crotch. He starts to grind ever closer to Ian, who is now pissed~

Smith: Now THAT is entertainment.

Hood: This is just disrespectful.

Smith: I think this whole thing was meant to be disrespectful.

Hood: Who would dislike Ian so much that they would go to this far?

Smith: EVERYONE!

~Ian pushes the big black stripper off him and he yells over the microphone~

Ian: ENOUGH!

~The Kool and the Gang song ends and the marching band stops playing …everyone who just made their way down to ringside stop dancing~

Hood: And it looks like Ian has finally had enough of this tom foolery.

Smith: It is quite funny.

Hood: Shut up! It is disrespectful to our champ!

Smith: You were enjoying it seconds ago.

~FINALLY, “Stockholm Syndrome” by Muse hits the P.A system as the fans rally together in a huge pop for the winner of the House of Mirrors match. Brianna Casablancas limps out from behind the curtain with her microphone in hand. She has her usual lovely smile on her face as she is dressed in an elegant evening gown to celebrate with Ian. Her music dies down as she stays by the curtain~

Brianna: I hate to interrupt the festivities love but I could not help but join in on the grand celebration that you had put together for yourself. Seeing as how you needed help in our House of Mirrors contest and STILL couldn’t win the match along with the fact that you needed me 630ing you through a table to get the match in the first place, I figured you would need a little help in celebrating the right way. Because after all …it was such a HUGE victory for you was it not, pet?

~The fans in attendance boo the very fact that he even has the title after LOSING his match~

Brianna: You should be proud of yourself though. After all of your hardwork, after all of your effort, after all of your perseverance in begging for a handout and politicking to be handed the title …you got EXACTLY what you wanted. You are the holder of a title that means absolutely nothing. There is no legacy behind it; there is only a bloke trying to give himself adoration because he decided to put the word “Incredible” in his name. But it could be worse, couldn’t it? It isn’t like the person that beat you in a House of Mirror’s match and felt so bad for you that she handed you the title out of pity was a one hundred twenty six pound ballerina who is completely new to the business with BARELY two months of experience, right?

~Ian gets even more upset with this insult~

Brianna: Now, I know you are going through this whole “denial” thing and that is aces dear. I am not here to pile you down with the truth and be what you yanks casually refer to as a “buzzkill.” I am here to help you enforce this lie you and your Italian gorilla there keep telling your selves. Besides, I think with the exception of you two gents, most of the world weighs a champion on the matches they’ve won and the people they have defeated, not the title they hold. But since you insist on embracing this delusion, I am nothing but supportive. In fact, I have prepared a special little performance just for you.

~Suddenly, a stage hand puts a stool behind her and she takes a seat on it~

Brianna: It is from your native land Ian and it goes a little something like this.

~The popular Canadian ANTHEM made popular by the Crash Test Dummies in the 90’s plays over the P.A system and Brianna begins to sing~

Brianna: “Once there was this guy who
Spoke in generalizations and couldn't beat a woman
But when he finally came to
His much cherished title was handed to him
He said that it was deserved when
He went through the glass so hard”

~There is a huge reaction when she goes into the EPIC chorus of this GREAT song. Meanwhile, Ian looks more and more upset~

Brianna: “Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm
Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm”

~As she sings, many of her fans hold their cell phones up and wave them back and forth~

Brianna:“Once there was this Bird who
Wouldn't chase after a title when she it did for the thrill
But when she was finally assaulted
They saw that she was more dangerous than they thought
She couldn't quite explain it
She’d always just done that”

~Ian is about to leave the and assault her before the second chorus kicks in~

Brianna:“Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm
Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm”

~But before she can get to the bridge, “King Nothing” by Metallica hits the PA system and the fans get up confused as Roach followed by Slater Kain walk right beside Brianna. Brianna looks to her side and jumps back a bit and looks confused as to why he is out here~

Slater Kain: Brianna, our concern is not with you, so move aside and let the big boys handle things!

~Brianna gets a little offended as Slater and Roach turn their attention to the Family in the ring as Ian and Mario are pissed off from all the unexpected celebrations and singing from Brianna~

Ian: Just what in the hell are you doing here, Roach?

Slater Kain: Before all this nonsense with this chick over here began, I believe you were about to issue an open challenge for your Central Championship, correct?

~Ian begins to shake his head no as he grabs his title from around his waist and hoists it up in the air and starts screaming “it’s mine” over and over again. Roach grabs the microphone from Slater~

Roach: Well too late now, motherfucker!

~Roach drops the mic as the crowd explodes and Roach rushes to the ring. He slides in and goes for a clothesline from hell but Mario and Ian escape the ring before Roach can reach them and goes through the crowd to another area backstage as the crowd boos their cowardice. Roach grabs another microphone~

Roach: Don’t you hide Ian! I know you’ve got a match later… that gold is mine!

~Suddenly, there is some giggling to Roach’s side, he looks over and Brianna is trying to get up with microphone in hand ...instead she just sits indian style~

Brianna: Isn’t this interesting? Despite what happened last Sunday, a challenger disregards the fact that the current champion didn’t actually win the title on his own merit and instead challenges for the title anyway. This is, of course, evident that neither of you really care about what a title represents or its prestige or even the validity of the bloke currently holding it. All of that is completely overwritten for the sake of an object.

~Brianna gets up and dusts herself and looks at roach. She stumbles backwards just a little bit before continuing~

Brianna: Mr. Roachington, being the fellow intellectual that you are, may I have you consider this scenario instead: wouldn’t it have made more sense to come out here and not only accuse Mr. Ian of not being a REAL champion but also myself for having given it up? You could have made the claim that NEITHER of us deserve to be in the title picture while you have been dispatching of blokes left and right since way before we arrived. THAT should be why you are out here; THAT should be why you not only challenge him but also challenge myself. Shouldn’t you want to prove yourself above these two people who squandered their big chance at Resurrection? Shouldn’t you want to prove you are better than the two who President Dean hand picked to HEADLINE Resurrection INSTEAD of you. There are just so many more angles you can take this, love. But I do admire your moxy none the less.

~Roach looks at her as if she was making some good points but ready to lay them both out at the same time. Before anyone can say anything else they are interrupted by a voice from behind the curtain~

Dean: Hold on just a minute ALL OF YOU!

~President Dean steps out from behind the curtain with microphone in hand. He looks straight across at Ian Bishop in the ring and then to Roach near him and Brianna just outside of the ring around the marching band she commissioned~

Dean: We wasted enough time with the celebrating someone who didn’t actually win the Central title and the person that gave up and by extension devalued the title having a little skit at Ian’s expense. And Roach, you have been incredibly dominating since you arrived BUT open challenge or no open challenge, I am the one that makes the matches here, sucka.

~He pauses as he gets a pop from the fans ...and Brianna for that matter~

Dean: Now, in a few weeks we are going to have an event called Blackout and I will be blunt with you three ...I am struggling with what to do with the Central title. On one hand, we have a champion who I have EVERY right to strip of the title if I so please due to him being handed the title. Then we have the woman who actually won the title but forfeited it. With her, I have every right to not give her another opportunity ...but knowing you Brianna you would still come in with that wide smile on your face and take on every comer with the same enthusiasm. So that really isn’t a punishment for you. Besides, as messed up as this situation is ...Ian Vs. Brianna tested huge with our fans and clearly is a major draw and money earner for us. It would be stupid of me not to support that rivalry by stripping Ian of the title and demoting Brianna. SO ...the Central Title match at Blackout 2 WILL feature Brianna Casablancas and Ian Bishop.

~There is another huge pop from the fans as Ian looks annoyed with this revelation. Dean continues~

Dean: HOWEVER ...I can’t in good faith put you against each other one on one without expecting the same result or something worse. Roach ...Dawg …

~He looks over at Roach and Slaiter Kain~

Dean: As I said, you have been dominating for a while now and your match against The Lost Soul was absolutely brutal ...maybe even more brutal than the battle that Ian and Brianna had in the House of Mirrors. Clearly you are one tough bastard. So ...you want your opportunity at the Central title, you are going to get it. Ian, you want to prove you are more than a paper champion? You will have that chance. Brianna? You want to continue this social experiment that you created by making a mockery out of the Central title? You will be able to do so. At Blackout 2, Ian you will defend your Central title against Brianna Casablancas and Roach.

~Ian doesn’t look too happy with having to defend his title against two people. Brianna looks content with that decision while Roach seems VERY pleased. As the fans chair this huge match, Dean continues~

Dean: BUT ...that is a few weeks away. And seeing that we are running with a tag team theme this month, I think the fans would like to see you guys in tag team action NEXT week. Ian, I want to see how you work with someone that isn’t your buddy Mario. Roach, I want to see if you can team with the Central champion without destroying him. Next week, it will be Roach and Ian Bishop Vs. …

~He looks towards Brianna~

Dean: Brianna and ….

~He pauses for effect~

Dean: a partner of her choosing.

~He then stares directly at Brianna Casablancas seriously~

Dean: Now these fans might love you ...and I personally think you are very talented ...but you and I both know that most of the boys in the back do not feel the same way about you. If you CANNOT find a partner against them, you will face them in a handi-cap match.

~Brianna doesn’t really seem to have a problem with this either. He looks around at the mess that is a bunch of failed celebrations at ringside~

Dean: Now clean this crap up so we can continue on with this actual wrestling show …..SUCKA!

~Dean walks off into the back while Ian and Mario strategize with eachother. Roach meanwhile stares a hole through Ian Bishop and Brianna Casablancas is socially with the fans at ringside~

Smith: Wow, Hood! What an announcement!

Hood: I know, next week, folks…get ready…it’s gonna be huge.

Smith: I can barely wait!

Hood: Perfectly Marvelous will officially be inducted into the OCW Hall of Fame!

Smith: Hey, wait a minute

Hood: What, are you saying I’m fucking lying?

Smith: No, it’s just, I was referring to the OTHER big news, you know…that epic tag match and the Central Championship Match at Black Out 2?

Hood: All cool shit as well.

Smith: Well, folks, we were slated to begin things tonight with a matchup between Dallas Steele and Steve Martyn FOLLOWED by a Rain taking on Ryan Hurlock…unfortunately, some alterations have been made…let’s take you to a video clip showing what went down earlier this afternoon.

~We cut backstage into Dean’s bathroom office for the week. He looks around at the shiny urinals, open showers and full scale lockers. He looks around, proudly~

Dean: Now this is what I’m talkin’ bout, Sucka…this is one upscale bathroom. A man can really get some work done in here…

~Dean takes a seat behind his makeshift desk…as he does, Rain and Ryan Hurlock enter. Dean seems confused as to why the two men scheduled to beat the hell out of each other later in the evening would be in his office~

Dean: What the hell?

Ryan Hurlock: Sup, Dean?

~Hurlock places a line of cocaine on his finger and sniffs it, Dean’s eyes widen~

Dean: Seriously? I know we don’t have a strict drug policy, per say but right fucking in front of me?

Rain: Yo, Deano!

~Rain injects a needle of heroin into his arm~

Dean: Is…is that heroin? Aww, c’mon, suckas!

~Rain pulls out a sketchy looking porn magazine…Dean leaps out of his seat~

Dean: Is THAT illegal german porn?

~Rain smiles while beginning to open the pages~

Dean: THAT’S IT! You two suckas are suspended for the evening…get the hell out of the building and think about if illegal german porn is where you want your lives heading, alright?

~Rain and Hurlock exit as Tiami and Jeremy enter seconds after their departure. Dean rolls his eyes~

Dean: All I ask is for a few moments of silence in my office so I can drink coffee and look busy.

~Dean see’s Tiami’s hair is wet and her face is red with anger. Jeremy places his fist down on Dean’s desk~

Dean: Alright, fine…what’s up?

~Jeremy pulls out his iPhone and plays a video for Dean from earlier. Dallas Steele is out in the parking lot drinking a beer with a couple of young college students~

Dallas Steele: And that was the night when I decided that I would no longer pursue my dream of being an astronaut and renaissance painter…instead, I would become a pro wrestler.

~The kids all roll their eyes, feeling as though his story is completely fictional and way over the top. Steele pounds back a beer as the kids finish off their beers and look at each other as if they are ready to get away from him~

Dallas Steele: So, yea, I’ve got this huge title match tonight…pretty much the biggest wrestling match of the year. You guys gonna stick around for it or what?

~The kids all look to the leader of their pack with worried expressions. He speaks up~

Leader Kid: Actually, Austin

Dallas Steele: It’s Dallas.

Leader Kid: Doesn’t matter…listen, we’d love to and all but we’ve got this huge fraternity party to get to…so, good luck tonight.

~The kids all stand up and grab the several boxes of beer sitting around them. Dallas, who had been leaning up against a piece of shit car, straightens up and tries to reason with them~

Dallas Steele: Party? Really? Well, hey, just let me know when and where and I can drop by after my match for a celebration!

Leader Kid: Umm, yea, about that…it’s for members only so, ya know…

~They all walk off with the beer as Dallas stands there hoping to receive an invite to something~

Dallas Steele: Well, okay…but, I’m just sayin…I mean, I bought you guys all this beer and stuff…least you could do is shoot me an address or something…anything? No?

~The kids have completely exited the parking lot with Dallas standing there like an idiot. As most unaware morons would do in this situation, he acts as if nothing happened. He hurls a half drank beer over his shoulder. It shatters and we hear a shriek in the background. Dallas turns to see Tiami covered in what beer was remaining in the glass bottle. Jeremy is standing next to her, with a look of shock on his face~

Dallas Steele: Oh, hey, sorry about that.

~Dallas quickly takes note that both Jeremy and Tiami look as though they could, possibly, still be in college~

Dallas Steele: Hey, you guys wouldn’t happen to know about a big fraternity party going on tonight? I’ve got some friends there and I’ve misplaced the address.

~Incensed, Tiami glares at Jeremy~

Tiami Santos: Kick his ass

~Jeremy rushes at Dallas~

Dallas Steele: Whoa, okay, all you had to say was no!

~Jeremy spears Dallas to the ground and the two begin to brawl. Out of nowhere, several parking lot campus cops rush over onto their bikes to break up the action. Dallas seems eager to get away as he rushes into the JUCO gymnasium with Jeremy being restrained. The video clip ends as Jeremy looks down at Dean~

Dean: Fucking dumbass…

~Dean looks up at Jeremy~

Jeremy Santos: I want a match with him, tonight.

Dean: Yea, well you’re booked against Pryde.

Jeremy Santos: I can fight Pryde another night…he embarrassed my wife and acted like a jackass afterwards. Give me this fight Dean, I want it.

~Dean leans back in his chair, thinking things over. He realizes that the decision basically boiled down to six of one, half dozen of the other. Looking up into Jeremy Santos’ eyes, he could see the burning passion to take on Dallas Steele. Dean knew what that passion meant and that knowledge pulled the trigger on his next declaration~

Dean: Alright, fine…you will face Dallas Steele tonight while Pryde will take on Steve Martyn.

~Jeremy smiles while Tiami is still too angry to show anything resembling pleasure~

Jeremy Santos: Dean, thank you…you won’t regret this!

~Jeremy and Tiami exit as Dean watches the door, expecting someone else to enter. When nobody does, he finally is able to lean back in his chair, take a nice, long sip of luke warm coffee and relax. Our feed ends and we focus back on the announce team~

Smith: So, yea…there’s that.

Hood: Who the fuck has been in charge of talent relations these past few weeks?

Smith: Fair question.

Hood: I mean, my goodness…these new rookies are AWESOME.

Smith: To be fair, Rain isn’t a rookie.

Hood: Rain? Who’s Rain?

Smith: Nevermind…folks, it’s time for our first match of the evening as Jeremy Santos looks to get revenge on Dallas Steele.

Hood: And, if Dallas Steele wins, he will get the address to that wild fraternity party.

Smith: I don’t see that in the official rules.

Hood: Oh, trust me, it’s there.

Jeremy Santos (1-1) vs. Dallas “Real Deal” Steele (0-0)

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is our opening match of the evening! It is scheduled for one fall…introducing first, already in the ring, from Atlanta, Georiga…standing 6’0 tall and weighing in at 235lbs…Dallas “Real Deal” Steel!

~”Invincible” by Amaranthe begins to play as the fans stand and emit a fair amount of boos as they see Jeremy Santos along with his beautiful wife Tiami make their way to the ring. Santos appears angry, focused and hell bent on revenge~

Belvedere: And his opponent, from St Louis, Missouri…standing 6’5 and weighing in at 224 lbs…Jeremy Santos!!!

~Santos enters into the ring as Tiami hangs out at ringside. Belvedere exits and rings the bell as Santos music comes to an end. Steele walks up to Santos with a beer in his hand, as a peace offering. Scruff glares at the beer licking his lips. Steele hands the beer to Santos…Santos takes it and looks at it. It’s Keystone…Santos shakes his head and then smashes the bottle over Steele’s head!! Steele staggers back into the corner holding his head in pain. Rather than DQ Santos, Scruff dives to the mat and begins to lick up the beer that had spilt~

Smith: Interesting start to this contest.

Hood: If you’re going to bring beer as a peace offering…make sure it isn’t fucking Keystone.

Smith: I’m more offended that he brought a glass bottle into the ring.

Hood: No shit, you’d think he would have learned his mistake with using bottles from earlier today…stick with cans, Dallas.

~Santos unloads on Dallas with a barrage of lefts and rights as Tiami rushes over near the corner on the outside and cheers her husband on. Dallas is unable to cover up as the bottle shot really shook him up. Santos hooks under the arm of Dallas and hurls him out of the corner with a hip toss!! Dallas lands on the mat hard and inches from Scruff’s lapping face…Scruff gets to his feet and quickly composes himself. Santos walks over to Dallas and kicks all the major pieces of glass out of the ring~

Smith: Nice to see Scruff finally show some awareness.

Hood: More like self preservation…a 235 pound man nearly fell on the back of his neck.

Smith: Well, whatever works

Hood: I just hope he got all that Keystone out of our mat…our fearless leader may office out of a bathroom but we’re not fucking animals.

~Santos steps on the throat of Steele and applies a ton of pressure as Steele kicks his legs up and down while his face turns red and then alters into a worrisome shade of purple. Scruff administers a count and Santos removes his foot before risking disqualification. Santos bends over and lifts Steele to his feet. He knees Steele in the gut and then grabs his head, dropping him to the mat with a DDT!! Steele is left lying face down, motionless as Jeremy looks outside at his wife~

Smith: This is an old fashioned beat down.

Hood: Don’t ever get caught screwing with another man’s wife.

Smith: That’s right, it’s never okay to mess with a woman who’s spoken for.

Hood: Oh, I didn’t say it’s not right…I just said don’t get caught.

Smith: Terrible advice.

~Santos yanks Steele back to his feet and lifts him up underneath his arm. He drops him with a perfectly executed sitout side slam! Steele’s body remains limp on the mat as Santos returns to his feet and points down at Steele while motioning to Tiami. She nods her head and claps, approving of the beat down that’s occurring before her very eyes~

Smith: And that is the Debonair Drop

Hood: I think it’s pretty obvious Dallas Steele is fucked in this one…so, if I were Jeremy, I’d like give him an eye gouge and win with that.

Smith: Why on Earth would you do that?

Hood: Just to be a dick.

~Santos pulls Steele back to his feet yet again and drills him with several backfists to the face! Steele staggers back into a corner…he comes stumbling out and Santos kicks him in the gut. He then lifts Steele up and drills him into the mat with a piledriver!! Steele, once again, is completely limp as Santos goes for the pin. Scruff makes the count~

1!

2!

3!!!

~Belvedere rings the bell and makes the call~

Belvedere: Here is your winner…JEREMY SANTOS!!!!!

~Tiami quickly slides into the ring and lifts Steele to his feet. Her husband, Jeremy stands back and watches as Tiami kicks Steele in the gut, lifts him up and drops him with a package piledriver!!! She gets to get feet and kicks Steele in the face a couple of times, venting her frustration. Jeremy walks up and pats her on the shoulder, calming her down~

Smith: Tiami calls that package piledriver Icy Revolution.

Hood: Dallas Steele got straight fucked the hell up tonight…and, sadly, without obtaining the address to a fraternity party.

Smith: The hospital should be his destination, if you ask me.

Hood: Dude, you can’t check yourself into the ER for being fucking stupid.

Smith: Are you speaking from experience?

Hood: Umm, nope…it’s just, you know, like common sense.

Smith: Sure…well, folks, while the Power Couple celebrates their triumph here tonight, let’s take you backstage.

~The live feed cuts backstage and shows "The Incredible" Ian Bishop doing push ups in the workout room as the crowd boos the sight of him. Ian counts to the number 100 before getting up and grabbing a towel and wiping the sweat from his face. He heads to a sink and begins to splash water into his face but then looks at the mirror with a strange look. The camera backs up to reveal MJ Bell standing beside him. Bishop stops the sink and grabs the towel again to dry his face~

Ian Bishop: Are you here to bask in the glory that is "The Incredible" Ian Bishop?

~Bishop flexes his muscle and shows off his title as MJ gives him a smile. Her teeth dig into her bottom lip to keep her from laughing. Both of her arms are folded over her chest as she leans back against the wall. Slowly she leans up away from the wall then lowers her arms down away from her chest to give him an answer~

MJ Bell: Uh, not really, no.

~She rubs the back of her head before clearing her throat. Her eyes glance down at his feet then travel up his body before returning to Ian's face. When she speaks she makes hand movements~

MJ Bell: I've been trying to find you because I wanted to say congratulations for becoming the Champion. I've noticed that people haven't been telling you that lately so I figured I would because that... is... what you do when someone wins. Wow, I'm rambling. Sorry.

~She gives her a chuckle looking down at the floor; her fingers brush her hair behind her ear. Ian is taken back by the gentle nature of MJ and her kindness. He places the title over his shoulder as he looks at her feet up to her head, then back down to her chest for a millisecond and then back to her face. He smirks~

Ian: Thank you MJ, finally, someone besides Mario who appreciates and understands how this works! But now I'm wondering... shouldn't you be off fiddling around with Captain Japan or whatever his name is?

~MJ gives him an odd look before a smirk breaks across her lips. When she is talking she leans forward to look at the belt on his shoulder. She tilts to the side to get a better look at the belt~

MJ Bell: You are welcome. I figured it was the right thing to do. Um, you mean Kenshin? His name is Kenshin and what exactly do you mean by 'fiddling'?

~Before Ian has the chance to answer she holds up her hand to stop him. Her head dips down, she holds her breath then she lifts it back up to look at him~

MJ Bell: Please don't say that you meant 'dating' or 'kissing' or anything couples do. Kenshin and I aren't dating. We are just friends.

~Ian laughs out loud for a moment before turning a bit serious. He extends his arm so his hand presses against the wall MJ is against and he then brings his face directly in front of hers as she backs up a bit~

Ian: So then... does that mean you’re...

~He looks down at her figure and looks back up~

Ian: ... available?

~MJ presses herself back against the wall, by the look on her face she seems nervous. From the way her eyes are looking around and both of her hands press against the wall as well. There is a slight red flush on her cheeks. Her eyes glance around, her teeth bite into her lower lip again. She inhales~

MJ Bell: I, u-um, you could, um,

~She clears her throat looking up at Ian's face with a surprising timid smile~

MJ Bell: Y-yes. Yes. I'm available. Why does that matter?

Ian: It definitely matters.

~Ian looks as though he is going to attempt a kiss but a familiar voice cuts in before he can make the move~

Voice: "I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

~When the two look over in the direction of the voice, Kenshin Takamura is standing at the gym doorway in his ring gear. It seems that he isn't exactly happy to be walking in to see these two together especially in such a predicament. He approaches them calmly~

Kenshin Takamura: "MJ, don't you have a big match to prepare yourself for tonight?"

~Ian changes his position and walks over to Kenshin getting right into his personal space and readjusting his belt to make sure Kenshin notices the gold but Takamura's gaze doesn't so much as move from Ian's own showing that he really doesn't have much interest in the tainted title over his shoulder~

Ian: Maybe she already has... what's it to you... 'friend'?

~MJ quickly moves from the wall over to Ian and Kenshin to stop the impending fight. She grabs a hold of Kenshin's arm to pull him away from Ian~

MJ Bell: Uh, yeah, you're right Kenshin.... I should really be getting ready.

~Ian smirks and shakes his head in disgust~

Ian: MJ, I guess you were just kidding around when you said you two were just friends, right? It's probably for the best you leave anyways, sweetheart, I got business to take care of with The Family.... but one again, THANK YOU for congratulating me on my victory. Maybe you can teach Captain China or whatever the hell his name is, some manners.

~MJ freezes when walking towards the door before she releases Kenshin's arm. She turns to look back at Ian with confusion written all over her face. Kenshin turns back to Ian seemingly having taken exception to his words~

MJ Bell: Because I grabbed his arm? We really aren't together and--

~Kenshin interrupts MJ~

Kenshin Takamura: That's Admiral Tokyo to you, and I'll get some manners when you actually attain a championship without being handed it. Come on, MJ.

~This time, Kenshin is the one that leads the confused MJ out the door by putting an arm over her shoulders and walking out with her leaving Ian Bishop to his own devices. We cut back to ringside~

Smith: Certainly some interesting developments there, eh Hood?

Hood: Nothing can fuck up a good career like drama over a woman.

Smith: That’s more than a woman, Hood…that’s MJ Bell and, if you ask me, her career looks just as bright as the two men who seem to be fighting over her.

Hood: The only thing bright about her is that hair. She needs to leave Ian alone and let him focus on Logistic Insanity.

Smith: SADISTIC Insanity

Hood: Really? So, you mean he isn’t some disgruntled businessman?

Smith: NO!

Hood: Oh, well, that certainly explains his appearance, now.

Smith: Moving on from that horrific example of how NOT to do your job…it appears as though Pryde and Steve Martyn are up next.

Hood: Wait, I’ve got Jeremy Santos and Pryde down on my sheet.

Smith: Yes, Dean switched the match…to, you know, this match and the match we just watched.

Hood: I thought Santos was going to pull double duty.

Smith: No

Hood: Fuck, wrestlers are pampered and catered to these days.

Smith: Let’s go down to ringside

Pryde (0-0) vs. Steve Martyn (0-0)

Belvedere: This next match is scheduled for one fall…

~”Can You Hear Me Now” by Downstait begins to play as the fans have zero reaction when Steve Martyn makes his way to the ring. Actually, most of the fans begin to play Candy Crush on their phones~

Belvedere: Introducing first, from London, England…standing 6’2 and weighing in at 230 lbs…Steve Martyn!!

~His music ends and “Dangerous” by Within Temptation begins to play as the fans stop playing Candy Crush and turn their attention towards the OCW ramp as exciting newcomer, Pryde, makes his way to the ring~

Belvedere: And his opponent, from an unknown location…standing 5’8 and weighing in at 200lbs….Pryde!!!

~Pryde quickly enters the ring as his theme comes to an end. Belvedere exits and sounds the bell. Martyn quickly rushes after Pryde and nails him with some forearms, backing Pryde into a corner. He delivers a few knees into the midsection of Pryde, forcing him to double over in pain. As Pryde doubles over, Martyn nails him with forearm uppercut, standing Pryde upright in the corner~

Smith: Well, Steve Martyn has shot out of the gate in this one.

Hood: This is no laughing matter.

Smith: What’s THAT supposed to mean?

Hood: Don’t be a jerk, Smith

~Martyn whips Pryde out of the corner and across the ring…he rushes in behind Pryde. Pryde reaches the corner, climbs to the second turnbuckle and does a back flip over Martyn. Martyn runs into the corner and stops before smashing into it. Pryde leaps up and drills Martyn in the back with a drop kick!! Martyn’s head slams into the top turnbuckle as he comes staggering out. Pryde reaches up, grabs the head of Martyn and drops him to the mat with a Reverse DDT! The fans begin to get behind the exciting offense of Pryde~

Smith: Pryde has taken control of this match!

Hood: Finally, a masked wrestler who might be worth a shit.

Smith: Rain may have performed amazingly tonight

Hood: True, illegal german porn always seems to fuck up a good time.

~Pryde walks over into the nearest corner and quickly climbs to the top rope. Martyin is still on the ground as Pryde looks down on him and leaps off, drilling Martyn with a guillotine leg drop!! Pryde goes for a quickly pin fall attempt as Scruff slides in for the count~

1!

2!

Kick Out!

Smith: Steve Martyn still has some life left in him!

Hood: I’d fucking hope so, this match has been going for, what, a couple of minutes?

Smith: Something like that

Hood: I’ve seen teenagers with a high dollar hooker last longer.

Smith: Please, do us a favor…go no further.

Hood: Fine, miss out on a truly awesome story…your call.

~Pryde yanks Martyn to his feet and delivers a roundhouse kick to the side of his head! Martyn falls over onto the mat. Pryde rushes towards the ropes, hops onto the middle rope and flips through the air, drilling Martyn with a Lionsault!! Rather than pinning Martyn, Pryde pops back to his feet as the crowd cheers him on~

Smith: The OCW fans are starting to rally behind the masked rookie!

Hood: I never cheer for anyone wearing a mask.

Smith: Why not?

Hood: You don’t know what’s underneath that mask…shit, man, it could be an alien or bigfoot or a really ugly woman.

Smith: I feel pretty confident in assuming Pryde is neither of those.

Hood: But do you know for sure that he isn’t?

Smith: Seriously, Hood, c’mon

Hood: Have you seen his face?

Smith: …no, I have not.

Hood: So, you can’t be a hundred percent certain that he isn’t an alien here to destroy earth.

Smith: I guess, technically, no, I can’t be a 100 percent certain of that.

Hood: See! And now these fans are pulling for that extraterrestrial mother fucker! I will not stand for this shit!

~Pryde pulls Martyn to his feet and quickly drills him into the mat with a Facebuster!! Pryde then heads towards the nearest corner and climbs to the top, waiting for Martyn to get to his feet. Martyn slowly reaches his feet before turning around and facing Pryde. Pryde leaps off with a front flip huricanrana!!! Martyn lands hard as Pryde covers him up for the pin~

1!

2!

3!!!!

~The bell rings as Belvedere makes the call~

Belvedere: Here is your winner…PRYDE!!!!!

Smith: He calls that Pryde Cometh Before The Fall!! Tremendous move made possible by amazing athletic ability!

Hood: Looked like an unidentified flying object to me.

Smith: Oh Hush!

Hood: Don’t you try and silence my voice you alien lover!

Smith: Whatever!

~The cameras catch up with Leo who is chasing someone down. That person turns around to reveal Brianna Casablancas with a lovely smile on her face~

Leo: Brianna, may I get a few words with you?

Brianna: Of course, love. What can I answer for you this fine evening?

~He straightens himself up and catches his breath before continuing forward~

Leo: Well, who do you have in mind to be your tag team partner next week against Roach and Ian Bishop?

~She looks at him and politely shrugs~

Brianna: Oh that silly quandary? Well, I guess Noah Mackenzie is out of the question …in fact, most of the boys in the back don’t really know what to make of me. Same goes with most of the women. I guess it doesn’t really matter now does it?

Leo: What do you mean? You are willing to face them in a handi-cap situation.

Brianna: What is the difference between that and getting beat up every week? What is the difference between that and a triple threat match with those two? I haven’t an issue coming out there and facing both men.

Leo: Are you even going to try to find a partner?

Brianna: I will but I have already made up my mind that I walking down to that ring with or without a partner and that will not change. Given history, I would probably STILL somehow outdo Ian Bishop even with a partner.

Leo: What are your thoughts towards Roach interjecting himself into the title picture though? Are you just as annoyed by it as Ian?

Brianna: Of course not. I think the more the merrier. He is a man who has been busting down ANY and all things in his path since day one …that might make him more worthy of the title than both Ian and myself. Because at the very least, he is willing to take on opponents instead of demanding it get handed to him so it is a step up from our current “champion.” Roach is actually hungry for.

~She pauses for a moment and then repeats the last part to herself~

Brianna: He is hungry!

~She pauses again~

Brianna: Hungry? Hmmmm

~She strokes her chin before looking at Leo~

Brianna: Dear, you and I will have to converse more later …I need to go speak to someone.

~With what looks like a brainstorm, Brianna quickly saunters off to go speak to this mystery person. We head back to ringside~

Smith: Brianna has an idea! You could almost see the lightbulb flashing above her pretty little head

Hood: You mean to tell me that bitch is thinking? This is a scary, scary scenario

Smith: Scarier than you with a live mic

Hood: Of course, I’m not gonna bust out into some horrible cover of a lame eighties song

Smith: And I thank you for that

Hood: I’m more of a disco man myself…Bee Gees and shit

Smith: Please, never, ever try and hit one of their notes…

Hood: Then you’d better start treating me with more respect---ah

Smith: Sure…any thoughts as to who Brianna’s partner may be?

Hood: Her fucking chair friend? I don’t know…maybe Scruff…the thought of food and hunger seemed to resonate with her

Smith: Hmm, interesting where your mind went with that…well…I guess we’ll find out soon enough…it’s time for the return of…

Hood: The Great One?!

Smith: Yep

Hood: Yussssss!!!

”The Wolf” Victor Slade (1-2) vs. The Great One (0-0)

~”Seek and Destroy” by Metallica begins to play as the fans stand and watch Victor Slade make his way to the ring~

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall…introducing first, from Mexico City, Mexico…standing 6’7 and weighing in at 325 lbs….”The Wolf” Victor Slade!!!

~Slade enters into the ring as his music dies down. “Take out the Gunman” by Chevelle hits as the fans stand and give their loudest boos of the evening when they see The Great One emerge from under the OCWTron and make his way to the ring. Slowly, he climbs the steps and starts to enter the ring…the fans boo loudly…he stops and they quiet down…he goes to enter again, they boo loudly…he stops, they stop…he begins to laugh as a few hurl stuff at him before he finally enters~

Belvedere: And his opponent, from Dallas, Texas…standing 6’6 and weighing in at 286 lbs…he is a former 3 time OCW World Champion…OCW Hall of Famer….The Great One!!!

~TGO looks across the ring at Slade as Scruff signals for the match to begin. They approach the middle of the ring, sizing one another up~

Smith: When you consider combined size and height…this might be the biggest match we’ve had since our recent resurgence…

Hood: Yea, two big fuckers in there right now…of course, I’m betting the farm on The Great One.

Smith: I think we all assumed as much.

Hood: He’s the great one, man…he’s back!

Smith: Yea, yea

~They lock up as the fans are excited to see the return of TGO in an OCW ring. Slade starts things off by shoving TGO into the nearest corner, displaying great strength in doing so. Scruff calls for a break…Slade slowly backs away, TGO then reaches out and smacks Slade on top of his bald head. This doesn’t really do much damage other than agitate Slade. Slade rushes in and TGO moves out of the way…Slade slams into the corner and staggers out…TGO twirls Slade around and gives him a sharp elbow right to the jaw. Slade falls into the ropes…which is the only thing keeping him on his feet~

Smith: Vicious elbow right to the jaw line by The Great One…do you think he practiced any MMA while away?

Hood: Seriously? No…I’m guessing he was too busy buying cars, spending money and nailing hot babes.

Smith: Why is it all the jerks strike it rich?

Hood: Because they don’t give a shit.

~TGO yanks Slade by his head when, suddenly, the spiral of Syren flashes onto the screen followed by the beating of drums and playing of bagpipes. TGO releases Slade and looks up at the OCWTron with an anxious look on his face. Slade staggers back and sees TGO’s full focus being paid to the OCWTron~

Smith: Syren’s coming out here?

Hood: Ohhhh Shit…here we go!!

Smith: But his match isn’t until later!

Hood: Syren vs. Riot or Syren vs The Great One…which would you rather see?

Smith: Good point

~Syren’s music and intro finally ceases as everything goes back to normal. TGO, looking slightly disappointed, turns around to go back after Slade. Slade boots him in the gut, lifts him up high in the air and drops him in the middle of the ring with a High Lifting Powerbomb!! The fans all gasp as TGO is laid out in the middle of the ring. Scruff slides in for the count after Slade makes the pin~

Smith: Oh my gosh, that was Deadly Sins…Slade’s finisher…nobody has ever kicked out of this…I think it’s over!

Hood: Mother fucker!

1!

2!

Kick Out!!!

~TGO’s kickout was so fierce that Slade’s body went airborne and traveled several feet away. Slade looks over at TGO wide eyed and shocked as TGO slowly gets back to his feet. Slade gets to his, rushes over to TGO and lays a few boots to TGO’s body. TGO makes it to his feet regardless and slugs Slade in the head with a stiff right hand. Slade falls back into the corner dazed from the impact~

Smith: Whoa

Hood: Fuck yea! He made that move his bitch!

Smith: Yea, I don’t know how you can take anything positive away from that if you’re Victor Slade.

Hood: Fuck that wolf!

~TGO grabs Slade by the throat and yanks him out of the corner. He drags Slade into the middle of the rope as Slade chokes and tries to remove TGO’s hand…unfortunately, he’s physically incapable of doing so. TGO then lifts Slade up and drills him into the middle of the ring with a huge chokeslam!! Slade’s body goes limp as the fans cringe from the impact. TGO looks around with a dickish smile on his face, knowing he’s in full control of this one~

Smith: Despite Syren’s best efforts, it appears TGO is in full control of this one.

Hood: Do we KNOW that was Syren? Maybe Leo accidentally hit a button back there.

Smith: Leo is way too professional to do that.

Hood: Okay, maybe it was Skytz.

Smith: I’m pretty sure Skytz isn’t allowed around anything that costs more than ten bucks.

~TGO yanks Slade back to his feet and delivers a swift kick into his gut. Slade doubles over as TGO hooks him, lifts him up in the air and drops with a double underhook sitout piledriver!! Slade’s body is all jumbled up with both shoulders against the mat, TGO pins him as Scruff makes the count~

1!

2!

3!!!!

~Belvedere rings the bell and makes the call~

Belvedere: Here is your winner…THE GREAT ONE!!!!!

Smith: Impressive win by the OCW Hall of Famer…he, apparently, hasn’t lost a step.

Hood: He straight destroyed that chump…TGO for president!

Smith: How about champion first?

Hood: Oh, alright

~The camera cuts backstage to show Skytz standing with a microphone in one hand and a drink in his other~

Skytz: As the night carries on, we move closer to the match everybody’s been talking about all week. Speaking of the main event, go ahead and welcome my guest at this time, the coolest cat across the Pacific, Kenshin Takamura!

~Upon being announced by Skytz, Kenshin Takamura walks onto the scene. He glances over at Skytz giving him a slight nod~

Kenshin Takamura: Thanks, Skytz. Good job on finally getting my name right.

~Skytz smirks awkwardly~

Skytz: I’ve been practicing for the past twenty minutes.

~Skytz tosses the note card behind him~

Skytz: Anyways Kenny, let’s get down to business. You’ve got quite the task ahead of you tonight when you go head to head with Noah Mackenzie tonight for the Internet Championship. Words have been pretty tense between the two of you all week. Are you ready?

~Takamura shoots Skytz a bit of an annoyed look for calling him “Kenny” before he answers his question~

Kenshin Takamura: Is that why they pay you the big bucks, Skytz? To ask people if they’re ready? I thought you were supposed to challenge me, but here, simply put, yes, I’m ready. What kind of fool would I be to head into a match ill-prepared to take on my opponent especially with the OCW Internet Championship on the line.

Skytz: I’m just saying that with the roll Noah has been on, you’ve got quite the uphill climb it seems. What I think everyone wants to know is what you’re going to do to avoid the deadly Omega Driver that Noah has made look almost natural?

Kenshin Takamura: Of course I have an uphill climb, but so does Mackenzie. We aren’t in this match because we’re proverbial curtain jerkers. We’re-

~Kenshin glares past Skytz as suddenly, Noah Mackenzie appears in the frame. Noah’s signature smirk is gone and his face is stoic as Skytz takes a step back, holding his microphone up between them~

Noah Mackenzie: Go ahead and finish that Kenshin… We’re what exactly? The best at what we do? You’re half right… I am.

~Noah rolls his neck a little as he smirks~

Kenshin Takamura: Actually, you believe I think much more highly of you than I actually do. Mackenzie, lately all you have been doing is a lot of talk. You claim you’re the best. How about you show me something that backs up that statement? Prove it. Tonight. Out there.

~Kenshin and Noah both silently glare into each others’ eyes. The tension is heavy. Thick, so thick you could cut it with a knife. Noah finally breaks the silence, going nose to nose with Kenshin~

Noah Mackenzie: Listen to me, because I’m not going to repeat myself. When tonight comes to a close, I will be the Internet Champion. You want me to prove it Kenshin? I’ll prove it, and I’ll smile while I do it.

~Noah then takes a step back, never taking his eyes off of Kenshin. Suddenly, without warning, Noah spins, and delivers a hard forearm to Skytz, leveling him where he stood. He then looks back at Kenshin, a faint smile forming on his lips… After a moment of silence, the smile fades and he moves towards Kenshin once more~

Noah Mackenzie: You’re next…

~Noah winks at Kenshin before turning and walking out of the scene. Meanwhile, Kenshin looks down at Skytz and shrugs, seeming unphased by the fact that Skytz had gotten knocked out by his rival~

Kenshin Takamura: Never liked him much anyway.

~With one more look in the direction Noah walked off in, Takamura turns the opposite way and walks out of the scene leaving the camera to look down at the unconscious interviewer of OCW, Skytz. We cut back to ringside~

Smith: Noah Mackenzie just dropped Skytz!

Hood: Hopefully he knocked the stache right off his creepy face

Smith: Physically, I think that’s impossible

Hood: I was never good at physics or chemistry or science in general

Smith: What were you good at, Hood?

Hood: I excelled at lunch and recess

Smith: Time for another return, Hood…

Hood: Scott muthafuckin Syren?

Smith: Uh Huh

Hood: Woooo!!!!

Johnny Riot (2-2) vs. Scott Syren (0-0)

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…this match is scheduled for one fall…

~ “Too Much, Too Young, Too Fast” by Airbourne begins to play as the fans let out a chorus of boos when they see Johnny Riot walk down to the ring~

Belvedere: Introducing first, from Erie, Pennsylvania…standing 6’2 and weighing in at 235 lbs…Johnny Riot!!!

~Riot enters the ring…his music ends…suddenly, the swirling image appears on the OCWTron and a weird mixture of drums and bagpipes begin to play. The fans leap to their feet as Scott Syren, in full armor, appears on stage surrounded by Liljungleman, Clubbin Man and Scoot Time. Together, the group makes their way to the ring. Syren stops half way down and kicks Scoot Time in the head. This triggers Liljungleman and Clubbin Man to run down to the ring. They enter and immediately attack Riot!!~

Smith: Whoa! Johnny Riot is being viciously beaten by OCW’s former TV champ, Liljungleman!

Hood: Don’t forget Clubbin Man…all those poor baby seals.

Smith: He went to actual clubs and danced, you moron.

Hood: Why do you always have to ruin a good story??

~Belvedere hurries out of the ring, forgoing Syren’s intro. Liljungleman leaps onto Riot and takes him down, he bites and claws at Riot as Riot tries to fight him off. While that is going on, Clubbin Man begins to dance in the middle of the ring. Belvedere quickly sounds the bell as Syren slowly walks towards the ring…his intro music has ceased~

Smith: Well, this was certainly unexpected.

Hood: You only go into a Syren match with one expectation.

Smith: Which is?

Hood: That he’s going to win…outside of that, anything is possible!

~Riot finally kicks Liljungleman off of him. He flies through the ropes and sees a banana peel nearby. He rushes towards it and begins eating. Clubbin Man is still dancing…Riot gets to his feet with scratches on his face. He twirls Clubbin Man around…while dancing, Clubbin Man kicks Riot in the shins. Riot stumbles back…Clubbin Man then goes for the disco pose and jabs Riot in the eye. Riot falls into the corner, holding his face in pain~

Hood: Clubbin Man’s still got it!

Smith: Explain, it…

Hood: Oh, you know, it…see, there it is.

Smith: What is, it…I need a definition.

Hood: It’s…that.

Smith: And that, is?

Hood: That is it.

~Clubbin Man begins a moon walk with his back to Riot. Riot rushes in and drills Clubbin Man in the back of the head, knocking him down. He then hurls Clubbin Man over the top rope…Clubbin Man lays on the ground, still moving his hips to the rhythm in his head. Syren, meanwhile, has entered into the ring. Riot turns and faces Syren in all of his armor and gets a wide eyed look about him~

Smith: Well, now that Riot has made it through Syren’s henchman…he has the man himself to face.

Hood: Our knight in shining armor has returned!

Smith: Actually, the armor is pretty dull and dinged up.

Hood: Don’t make me cover you in bananas and get Liljungleman over here!

Smith: You have the ability to do that?

Hood: Oh yea, I always carry bananas with me, just in case I can pull that ‘banana in your pocket’ joke out.

Smith: That is a horrible joke.

~Riot lunges forward and locks up with Syren. He quickly backs away and yells “FUCK!” as loud as he can. We can see his left bicep is bleeding as the armor pinched into and cut his skin. Syren just stands there motionless as Riot turns to Scruff, pleading his case~

Smith: I think we’re going to have to get that armor off of Syren.

Hood: Why? How can Pryde and Rain wrestle with masks but Syren can’t wrestle with his armor?

Smith: Because their masks aren’t cutting people’s flesh off.

Hood: Riot just needs to drink more milk, that’s all.

Smith: Milk is for bones, you moron!

Hood: I mean, look at Syren…his flesh isn’t breaking when a gust of wind picks up, look how strong and sturdy his arms and legs are…Riot should take notes, I bet Syren drinks a lot of milk.

Smith: First, he’s wearing armor…which we’ve noted about a thousand times and, second…you know what, nevermind.

~Scruff walks up to Syren, asking him to remove the armor. Syren lifts his pimp hand up towards Scruff, as if he’s going to back hand the dick chested man…Scruff backs away with his hands up. Riot rolls his eyes at Scruff’s lack of authority. He rushes at Syren and goes for a lariat. He connects, but backs away hold his arm in pain. Leaning over, he holds his arm and looks over at Syren through the corner of his eye. “Screw this” he mouths before moving to exit the ring~

Smith: I think Johnny Riot has had enough.

Hood: Great, now he knows how we all feel about his career.

Smith: That was totally uncalled for!

~While moving to exit, a giant metal arm grabs Riot’s shorts by the waist, keeping him from exiting. Syren yanks Riot out of the ropes, hooks his metal arms around Riot’s waist and hurls him through the air with a release german suplex! Rio lands on his head and is all folded up, lying on his head and neck in the middle of the ring as the fans go crazy chanting Syren’s name~

Smith: Okay, so he’s still really strong, apparently.

Hood: Fuck yes!

Smith: I wonder if Johnny Riot can comeback after that…

Hood: That’s like waiting on an Amy Winehouse comeback.

Smith: Geezus

~Syren yanks Riot back to his feet and quickly gouges him in the eye followed by a swift kick to the shins and capped off with an elbow to the head. Riot falls to the mat in pain as Syren yanks him to his feet yet again and punches him right in the crotch. Riot goes down once more, ready to be pinned~

Hood: You know what hurts worse than an eye gouge?

Smith: What?

Hood: An eye gouge with an armored hand.

Smith: Right

Hood: Hey, Smith…you know what hurts worse than a punch to the dick?

Smith: Stop it

~Syren flips Riot onto his front and positions for his sort of brutally modified armbar. He kneels on Riot’s back, with one knee crushing his neck and the other jamming into the base of Riot’s spine. He then uses both arms to attempt ripping Riot’s shoulder out of socket. Riot screams in pain as Scruff winces upon seeing the submission applied~

Smith: Maybe Scruff should stop wincing and perhaps check on Riot, before he’s crippled for life.

Hood: Smith, it’s the Forge of the gods!! What a devastating submission.

Smith: And you finally memorize the name of a wrestler’s finisher.

~Scruff checks on Riot as Riot immediately gives it up. Scruff calls for the bell and Belvedere makes the announcement~

Belvedere: Here is your winner….SCOTT SYREN!!!!!

~Syren moves to exit the ring, he reaches the ropes and lifts his arm up. He releases a number of blades…he swipes at the ropes, cutting them in half. He then steps out of the ring, off the apron and onto the hardwood floor. Lilungleman and Clubbin Man join him at his sides. They walk up the ramp and Syren picks up Scoot Time and tosses him over his shoulder before exiting~

Smith: Terrific…now our ropes are destroyed.

Hood: We’ve got plenty of ropes…besides, those were touched by Riot…they needed to be replaced.

Smith: Whatever…while they get replaced, let’s check on what’s happening elsewhere!

Hood: Not so fast, dicktoast! Syren isn't heading backstage.

Smith: Wow. What exactly did I do to deserve—wait, what?

Hood: He's coming over here!

~Syren heads over to the announcers table. He dumps Scoot Time on top of it as though it were a sacrificial altar, causing Smith's lo-carb Vitamin Water to spill all over his lap.

Hood, excited for the chance to have an impromptu exclusive with his all-time favorite wrestler, shoves Smith over a few feet and prepares Syren's seat from a stack of nearby folding chairs. Syren slides his well-muscled, armor-clad frame down in between the two veteran sportscasters. Hood hands Syren a headset.

LilJungleMan stands behind them all, glaring into the camera in a very off-putting fashion. Clubbin Man jogs backstage for reasons unknown.~

Hood: Syren! Man, it's been like forever!

Syren: Aye, and the more so for me than you, friend. You see, during the last OCW hiatus—

Smith: Yeah, yeah, you went to some alternate universe that looks like a low-budget Game of Thrones parody and somehow you spent several thousand years there—apparently immortal—while only a few years passed in our own universe. Is there some reason you keep telling the exact same story every time you show up?

Hood: Smith, I think you picked the wrong day to grow a set of nuts...

~Syren displays a shocking amount of restraint by not beating the shit out of Smith. Instead he just removes his helmet and glares at the cheese-dicked man. The icy, intense death-stare bubbles with hatred and contempt. The silent stare-down lasts just a few beats too long, so that it becomes extremely uncomfortable to watch. In the end, it's almost as bad as the beating would have been. To his credit, Smith seems almost completely unfazed by it. He has been beaten and bullied so many times at this point that it probably just no longer matters.~

Syren: My tale bores you, knave?

Smith: It wasn't necessarily boring, at least not the first two or three times... but on the whole, I find the mystic knight thing to be a stale and unrealistic gimmick.

Syren: Zounds, man! What say you? A gimmick?!

Hood: Jesus Christ, Smith, what's gotten into you? You can't say the fucking g-word during a broadcast. Hey, folks at home, it might have sounded like dicktoast here said “gimmick” but we had some like, uh, fucked up shit going on with the audio, and, uh, what he actually said was, uh, “a stale and unrealistic actual, real personality and factual backstory.”

Smith: No, sir, I said gimmick. I have no doubt that people like TGO, Triple M, Ian Bishop—OCW veterans and champions who actually respect this sport—are giving us 100% of their real selves day in and day out. But when somebody shows up wrapped in tin foil, reciting some script about alternate universes, trying to generate cheap hype by playing a contrived character and just plain wasting our time with nonsense that doesn't even have anything to do with wrestling, then yes, I'm going to call it out for what it is... a gimmick.

LilJungleMan: You ignorant, insolent fuck! Was it a gimmick, then, when I was imprisoned at the top of The Black Tower of L'Ardanth for a hundred generations?! Let's see you rot in the arcane chains of a demon-wizard's binding for seven-thousand-seven-hundred-and-seventy-seven years, and then you can come back and tell us all what a cheap gimmick it was!

~LilJungleMan cackles like a cross between a perverted old grandpa exposing his dick at middle school cheerleading practice and Satan. He begins to wave his hands, making strange shapes in the air. The arena lights flicker as sparks begin to dance between LilJungleMan's fingers. Suddenly, Smith begins to glow purple. Before he even has time to finish screaming, he disappears.~

Hood: Yes! Yes! Oh my god! Yes! Thank you! You seriously sent him to some demon tower in another dimension or whatever the fuck you were talking about?

LilJungleMan: Are you fucking serious? What do I look like, Harry Potter? I just teleported him to President Dean's private bathroom backstage. He's going to get in sooooooooooo much trouble!

Hood: Cool! Now that dicktoast is out of the way, what the fuck is up, Syren? Let me guess, you're here to announce your partner for the Lethal Lottery?

Syren: Aye. I'm going to be teaming up with Curt Canon.

Hood: Um... I don't know how to tell you this... but Curt Canon hasn't signed with OCW since we re-opened.

Syren: Truly? That's a shame... oh well, I guess it wouldn't be befitting a World Champion to lower himself to a common tag team tournament anyway.

Hood: That's the spirit! You'll have the belt in no time, you keep wasting bitches like you just did Riot!

Syren: You misunderstand, friend Hood.

~The crowd begins to murmur with a mixture of disbelief and confusion. The shot cuts to the entryway, where Clubbin Man is returning to the ring area. He has a large, shiny belt slung over his shoulder. Is it...? The camera zooms in. Yes. It is the OCW World Championship. Clubbin Man walks down to the announcers table with a sexy rhythm in his step. He sets the World Title down on Scoot Time's stomach, right in front of Scott Syren. Syren picks up the belt. Grinning, he turns around to face the audience and holds the belt high. He gets a giant pop, though its comprised of extremely mixed emotions.~

Hood: Is that really—

Syren: Yes.

Hood: But, can you really—

Syren: Apparently I can.

Hood: But I mean how—

Syren: I may have forgotten many things during my absence. But there is one thing I remember quite clearly. I never lost the World Title after plucking it from the feeble clutches of the pathetic pussy Perfect Paul Paras. And so I ask you, good Hood, without ever losing the title, without ever being defeated in a title match, how could I not be the OCW World Champion right now?

Hood: God damn... you're right! Holy shit, this is the best Massacre ever! Smith is gone getting his ass chewed out by Dean and Scott Syren is fucking OCW World Champion!!!

Syren: Yes, he is. And you see, I've no concern for who is or is not bored by my so-called gimmick. What need have I to generate “hype” when I already stand on the pinnacle of the mountain? I give no shits who believes or does not believe what I've been through. Honestly, I do not know how I first came to fall through the cracks between universes. Fate, I suppose, For those of us who can find it within ourselves to believe in such things.

Hood: Fate. It's definitely fate.

Syren: When I came back to this world, I came with a title-shaped hole in my heart. Only I didn't immediately know it. Despite all of the great deeds I'd accomplished in L'Ardanth, despite the many sagas that were penned with my very sword, I had a nagging feeling that my own saga had been left incomplete. That something yet remained unfinished. For three days and three nights I could not sleep. And then, on the fourth day, LilJungleMan was trying to get me up to speed by showing me some articles from OCW's past on the internet, which is like a bunch of informative scrolls inside of a shining box. Know you of the internet, friend Hood?

Hood: Uhh, yeah, I know about the internet...

Syren: Well, we were reading upon these internets when I found the answer to the question I hadn't even known I was asking!

Hood: Um, what?

Syren: I was still OCW World Champion! I had earned the belt with my wits and muscles, and no one had ever taken it away from me using wits and muscles of their own. Therefore, the title was still mine--IS still mine! After that, it was just a matter of remembering where I had left the belt. It happened to be under a large pile of poorly-pirated VHS fuck videos, which is the first place we looked.

Hood: Obviously.

Syren: And then, friend Hood, magic happened—a more powerful magic than any I'd seen during my thousands of years in L'Ardanth. When I touched that belt, I began to remember! Faces and names flashed through my mind—Silverfreak, Y2James, Johnny Hunter! I suddenly recalled my many glorious triumphs, and my extremely short list of failures! It was as if my very mind was becoming an internet! I ask you, friend Hood, would the belt lend me its magic thusly were I a false champion?

Hood: Fuck no it thusly wouldn't! You're the most un-false champion this place has ever seen! I'm just a little put off by the fact that you haven't told anybody to fuck off or done any sort of drugs during the entire time you've been sitting here.

Syren: Worry not, friend Hood. I'm sure my knack for profanity and the abuse of powerful alchemical reagents will return with time as well.

~Syren stands up, hurls Scoot over his shoulder…places the title over Scoot and exits the ringside area with Liljungleman and Clubbin Man following. As he walks up the ramp, Smith passes right by him with an angry look on his face. Syren bumps shoulders with Smith, sending him flying into the stands. Smith crawls out and heads back to the announce table as Syren and crew have vanished through the curtain. Smith puts on his headphones~

Hood: Aww, fucks…I was hoping that was AT LEAST a twenty-four hour disappearance.

Smith: What are you talking about? Some weirdo abducted me and drug me back there, I didn’t actually disappear.

Hood: Bull shit, don’t try and rain on my parade…Syren is a drug addicted magician who is our current world champion capable of making idiots vanish at the drop of a hat.

Smith: If that’s how you see things, well, I don’t know what to tell you.

Hood: Where did you vanish to? Was it someplace really cool like inside the women’s locker room?

Smith: No, you idiot! Like I said, I didn’t vanish anywhere…a guy drug me back into Dallas Steele’s locker room.

Hood: Dallas Steele has a locker room?

Smith: Or the medical room, I don’t know…he was on a table with Skytz checking his neck.

Hood: Why was Skytz checking his neck?

Smith: Because that’s all Dallas could afford as far as medical attention goes…will you stop asking me so many questions about my abduction?

Hood: Abduction, huh? Do you think it was the alien, Pryde? I mean, taking the very large assumption that Syren didn’t, in fact, magically transport you from here to Steele’s locker room.

Smith: I’m ignoring you at this point and focusing on my spilt vitamin water…this night is just going from bad to worse.

Hood: So, here’s a total mind fuck…do you think that Syren could make Pryde disappear…OR would Pryde abduct Syren first?

Smith: Let’s go backstage…

~President Dean is seated in his office with Leo standing in front of him~

Dean: Leo, thanks for arriving on such short notice, sucka!

Leo The High School Intern: Glad I can be of service, chief! What’s on your mind?

Dean: It appears as though Syren has the OLD OCW World Title…you know, a replica of the one Mario threw into the river.

Leo: How do we know he didn’t fish it out of the lake himself?

Dean: That’s a good question…if he can make Smith disappear I’m sure he could grab a shiny metallic object out of a river.

Leo: So, are we recognizing him as World Champion?

Dean: I am absolutely behind Scott Syren’s majestic ten year title reign…however, due to legalities, financiers and a bunch of other crap, we can’t officially name him World Champ.

Leo: Can Syren make the people standing in the way of that disappear?

Dean: I want to say no…but, then again, it’s Scott Syren so…absolutely.

Leo: Hmm…so, where do we stand here, exactly, Dean…what’s your official stance.

Dean: Scott Syren never lost the World Title he won from Paul Paras. Scott Syren has an OCW World Title around his waist. Scott Syren is not officially named our World Champion due to legalities and so forth. However, perception is reality…so…I’d say, if anyone on the roster has a problem with it, they can take it up with Syren in the ring.

Leo: You mean like Steve Martyn or Rain?

Dean: Yea, or someone who knows how to wrestle….like an Ian Bishop or the winner of tonight’s main event…you know, a legitimate champion.

Leo: Fascinating…well, Dean, I’m going to hop out of here…I’m sure there’s someone else who needs me to stand around while they talk.

Dean: Get at it, sucka!

~Leo exits as Dean sits back unable to contain his excitement over Scott Syren…OCW World Champion? Yes, the question mark is on purpose. We cut back to ringside~

Smith: It sounds like Dean is onboard with this charade!

Hood: Hey, Dean has always been a sane man who makes sound judgment decisions.

Smith: Ya know, when I came back this place looked different…Victor Slade and Johnny Riot were solid competitors…Angelle Laree was bringing diversity to the roster and Richard was a fast rising superstar. NOW…now we’ve got a girl who huffs gasoline out of paper bags, a backstage reporter who may or may not be a sexual predator, a homeless man for a referee AND Scott Syren…

Hood: Sounds to me like business is picking up!

Smith: I think I’m gonna be sick.

Hood: Calm down, I’m sure it’s just air sickness or whatever from being teleported by Syren.

~The cameras catch up with Alice Knight as she is seemingly following a trail of reeses pieces and the hallway of the locker room. Eats the Reeses all the way towards a table with a huge spread. She salivates at the giant sub sandwhich,and a few twinkies, Big Gulp from 7-11, spare ribs, hamburgers and hot dogs on this table. At the other end of the table is Brianna Casablancas sipping a cup of tea. Alice is taken a bit off guard. Brianna waves her over~

Brianna: Welcome to my mad tea party, Alice. Take a seat, love.

Alice: Really?

Brianna: Of course. It is all for you.

Alice: Oh wowzers, I bet I can hold at least 8 of these hotdogs… without any hands!

~Alice wastes no time taking a seat and begins to scarf the food down as Brianna sips her tea while waiting for Alice to finish up. With food in her mouth, Alice finally asks her the important question~

Alice: So why help me? Most people here haven’t even looked at me let alone helped me yet in this jook joint called OCW.

Brianna: I am not most of the roster, dear. Now eat up. I have a proposition for you once you are finished.

~We fade to ringside as Alice continues to scarf all of the food that is on the table while Brianna just sips her tea~

Smith: Hmm, Brianna went to OCW’s attractive hobo…Alice Knight.

Hood: She called this a jook joint?

Smith: I believe so…

Hood: What the hell does that even mean?

Smith: You’d have to ask her.

Hood: No thanks, because I carry beef jerky with me at all times in case of an emergency and I’d hate it if she tried to steal and eat them.

Smith: What possible emergency would arise that beef jerky could solve?

Hood: You tell me there ISN’T a situation in need of a serious beef jerky fix and I’ll quit carrying them.

Smith: Well, I…uhh…

~The crowd settles as “Voodoo Child” by Jimi Hendrix begins to play and OCW owner, Dean makes his way down to the ring accompanied by financier, Gavin Reed. It’s a mixture of cheers and boos as the two polarizing figures saunter to the ring side by side. Gavin has a bag in his right hand, it appears to be holding something fairly bulky and heavy. They enter into the ring as Belvedere retrieves a second mic and hands each man a stick. Dean’s music quiets down as he begins to speak~

Dean: Great to see everyone here in Lubbock, Texas! Here we are, just a week removed from our first Pay Per View in nearly a decade…wow, it feels damn great to say that.

~Dean pauses as the crowd cheers. Gavin claps while turning and looking at Dean~

Dean: Now, as you all saw last week OCW decided to go in a different direction this month signing a brand new financing deal with Gavin Reed and his investors. Now, while that may not sound pleasing to some of you in this crowd…

~There is an overwhelming response of boos~

Dean: Okay, well, most of you…it did enable us to bring OCW down South to all of you rabid fans!

~The fans boos cease and amidst the temporary silence emanates a large ovation of cheers as the South does love themselves some good old fashioned OCW debauchery~

Dean: Whereas last month was about re-establishing something we had lost…this month is about something different entirely. You see, a man like Gavin Reed doesn’t just invest in a product without having a clear, defined picture as to what is going to take place during his financial tenure. So, without any further rhetoric on my end…I give you guys the man who saved OCW for another month…the March financier as we tour the southern portion of the United States…Gavin Reed.

~Dean drops the mic from his mouth and places his hands at his side as he steps to the side giving Gavin the full attention of the crowd. A few boos are slammed down on him…he remains composed and waits for them to cease. They finally do and he speaks~

Gavin Reed: It’s great to see all of you as well…and I appreciate the fact that you guys appreciate me bringing OCW back to where it belongs…the South. I’m a fan of history…as a true historian of the sport I look back on the history of OCW and I can’t help but to notice the importance Tag Teams played in building OCW into what it is…or, well, hopefully can return to being this day and age. Teams like Perfectly Marvelous, Sex and Violence, Mississippi Mud…when you think about it, Tag Team wrestling has always been an integral part of OCW’s success. So, having said that…I’ve got two huge announcements for Black Out 2.

~Gavin pauses as the crowd is a buzz with anticipation for news regarding OCW’s next Pay Per View extravaganza~

Gavin Reed: Three words for you all…Tag Team Titles…oh yea, that’s right. This month we are bringing the OCW Tag Team Titles back to the roster and fans of this great federation! Now, I know the current titles are at the bottom of a lake somewhere…fortunately, my backers are flush enough that we are able to make brand new titles which should be ready just in time for Black Out 2 when two tag teams of our choosing will square off with the opportunity to stand alone as the new OCW Tag Team Champions!

~The crowd pops as Gavin places his hand on Dean’s shoulder…you can tell Dean isn’t very fond of having to share these decisions with Gavin, but there’s not much he can really do at the moment~

Gavin Reed: And now, let us turn our attention to this…

~Gavin lifts up the bag in his right hand as the crowd responds with cheers~

Gavin Reed: Last month was a pretty decent month as OCW wrestlers fought for the right to be the OCW Central Champion. Nothing wrong with that…I mean, the Central Title is great and all…certainly worthy of being a mid card item your standard, every day wrestler can feud over. So, we’ll forget about that for now and focus on the real title…the real championship that is a true representation of OCW’s greatest…that’s right, I’m talking about the OCW Southern Championship!

~Gavin removes a giant, golden title belt from the bag with the words “Southern Title” on them. The crowd cheers with pride as their region of the country is being represented~

Gavin Reed: And, with all due respect to Dean, we’re not going to wait until a week before Black Out to randomly pick two competitors. Nope, things are going to be a bit more structured here in the South. Picture this scenario everyone…two competitors who are eager and hungry for gold…this gold. Two competitors forced to team up and trust each other to attain the gold they are so hungry for. The moment comes when their fears have finally subsided and they have full and absolute trust in one another after having climbed their way through the ranks to the final step…then, at that final step, when they have absolute trust in each other…they are asked to turn on one another in a winner take all match for the Southern Championship.

~The crowd cheers, knowing exactly what Gavin is talking about~

Gavin Reed: That’s right, the Lethal Lottery is back and it begins next week! Come Black Out 2, the two wrestlers who comprise the lone remaining team will face off in the Main Event for the OCW Southern Championship. OCW…wrestlers, fans…keep one thing in mind as we roll towards Black Out…keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.

~Dean goes to speak but, before he can, Gavin signals for Dean’s music to hit, cutting him off. Dean lets it go as the two exit the ring with the crowd buzzing about the big announcement. Gavin and Dean exit as Dean’s music ends…we focus back on the announce table~

Smith: Wow, Hood! What tremendous news…a Southern Title!

Hood: Sooo…we have a Central Title and now a Southern Title…

Smith: Yep and a Lethal Lottery to boot…I love Lethal Lotteries…remember the last one we had? Perfect Paul Paras emerged as OCW World Champion.

Hood: Ugh, don’t remind me.

~We cut backstage where Mario is packing up his bag, ready to exit Massacre as his night is done. It’s pretty obvious Mario could care less about whatever else happens next as his sold focus is and has always been himself and what he’s got going on. Tossing the strap of his packed bag over his shoulder, Mario moves to exit. Much to his surprise, Arryk stands in his way~

Arryk Rage: Where do you think you’re going…show’s not over.

Mario Maurako: Seriously? Don’t you have a bingo tournament to attend or something? Man, I don’t have time for some guy who won a title fifteen years ago and held it for like three days…out o my way.

~Mario shoves past Arryk and goes to exit the locker room…he is suddenly blindsided with a chair shot to the skull!! Mario staggers back, dropping his bag. RM Strong appears from behind the chair and drills Mario in the gut with it. He then drops the chair and knees Mario in the face!! Mario falls down with the back of his head slamming into the concrete floor. Strong stomps onto Mario’s head and body a few times before turning to Arryk. Arryk unveils a wad of cash, handing it to Strong~

Arryk Rage: Good work, Strong.

~Arryk leans over Mario, who’s unconscious~

Arryk Rage: Next time you put your hands on someone…you may want to pause and consider who that someone is.

~Arryk stands up and pats Strong on the back before exiting~

Arryk Rage: You’re gonna do just fine around here…

~Arryk exits leaving Strong looking down at Mario. We cut back to the announce table~

Smith: Arryk Rage just paid RM Strong to take out Mario!

Hood: Ohhhh, Mario is not going to be happy about that

Smith: And, did you catch what Rage said shortly after?

Hood: No, I stopped paying attention…some girl over there was bending over to pick up a pencil and I got distracted

Smith: He told Strong he’s going to do well…HERE!

Hood: What?? So, does that mean…

Smith: I think so…

Hood: RM Strong is enrolled here at South Plains Junior College???

Smith: No, idiot! He’s now a member of OCW!

Hood: Oh, yea, that does make more sense

Smith: It’s like leading a child through a corn maze…seriously… Hood: I’m so ready for Halloween… Smith: Hoodsie! It’s time for two ladies to get into the ring together and lock up in what should be one of the best matches of the night!

Hood: Hey Smithard! I don’t care. All they’re good for is eye candy.

Smith: Pig.

Hood: Slut.

Smith: I don’t like that word.

Hood: And that’s why you are a slut.

MJ Bell (3-0) vs. Alexis Terry (2-0)

~”Get Some” by Lykke Li plays over the PA system as out walks the fiery red head waving to the fans as she makes her way to the ring. MJ slides in playing to the crowd as she gets a roaring ovation from the audience, who were all obviously impressed by her showing at Resurrection.~

Belvedere: Introducing first, from Paradise, Michigan and weighing in at a small 113lbs….MJ BELL!!!

Smith: What an amazing ovation from the crowd for the smoking hot MJ Bell!

Hood: She has no soul Smith.

Smith: What?

Hood: She has no soul. All red heads have absolutely no soul….plus the fire crotch, it makes me shudder just thinking about it.

Smith: You never cease to get more inappropriate as the weeks drag on.

Belvedere: And her opponent coming all the way from across the pond in Newcastle, England. She was the runner up for the Resurrection Battle Royal…ALEXIS TERRY!!!

~MJ Bell’s music fades as “Teotihuacan” by Noel Gallagher overtakes is and coming out from the speakers as out walks the stunning but deadly Alexis Terry. A mixed reaction overcomes the audience as some want to give her some cheers out of the pure greatness that she showed at the Battle Royal while the others just hate her guts. She climbs into the ring and awaits Scruff to signal the match start.~

Hood: Now THERE is a beautiful specimen.

Smith: But she has such a horrible personality!

Hood: Fuck personality! Look at that set of tits on her!

Smith: The personality is the most important thing!!

Hood: Who filled your head with that garbage? Never mind, I already know it was your mother because you have a face that only a mother could love.

~Scruff calls for the bell as the two competitors stare at each other intently for a few seconds, both not blinking. Suddenly they both take off, running full speed after each other. Alexis goes for a clothesline as MJ ducks under it, and then bounces off of the nearest ropes. Alexis turns around only to be met with a clothesline of MJ Bell’s almost taking her head off, sending Alexis crashing to the mat. MJ quickly follows up, quickly getting to the outside and perching on the apron, holding the ropes. Alexis Terry starts to make her way to her feet, facing the opposite direction. She gets to her feet and turns around, searching for MJ as MJ leaps over the ropes and lands on the top rope, propelling herself with a slingshot crossbody block, but MJ didn’t start the ascent soon enough, giving Alexis enough time to see the move coming and Alexis connects with a tremendous front dropkick right to the solar plexus of MJ Bell. MJ crashes to the ground holding her stomach as Alexis Terry gets back to her feet smiling at the damage that she has caused this early in the match. Alexis looks for the early pinfall attempt~

1…

2...

Kick Out!!

~MJ Bell narrowly escapes the three count.~

Smith: Alexis Terry trying to end the match early on here in this one fall matchup.

Hood: The things that I would do to her.

Smith: What the hell are you talking about?

Hood: Did I say that aloud?

Smith: Uhhh…yes…

Hood: Eh…oh well.

~Alexis follow up the pin attempt MJ and picks MJ Bell up by the arm, getting MJ to her knees and then kicking her right under the arm as she continues to hold onto it. She gives MJ another kick underneath the arm, still holding onto the arm, as Bell cringesin pain. Alexis yanks MJ to her feet and wrings the arm forcing it up above and behind MJ as Terry continues to torque on the arm. MJ grimaces and screams in pain. As MJ screams she decide to counter and performs a front handspring, using her one free arm, catching Alexis off-guard, although she still has ahold of the other arm of MJ Bell. MJ then uses her catlike reflexes and scales the middle and top rope, holding onto the arm that has ahold of her, she uses the momentum and flips over Alexis Terry dragging her down to the mat with a beautiful arm drag sending Terry flying across the ring to the opposite side, right by the ropes. MJ is at her feet, nursing her arm and ribs as she backs up and waits for Terry to make an effort to get up to a vertical base. Terry finally starts to make an attempt to get up, facing MJ Bell and taking in her surroundings, MJ runs full speed towards Alexis Terry who has made her way up to one knee now. MJ leaps looking for a Shining Wizard but Terry has the move scouted and pulls the top rope down as she drops to the mat, looking to avoid the finishing maneuver, sending MJ Bell flying to the outside and crashing down on the thin padded mat on the outside of the ring.~

Hood: maybe Alexis will help a dying old man out and provide him with just one last sexual act.

Smith: You’re not dying!

Hood: How do you know? I’ve drank and snorted myself into oblivion!

Smith: If you were dying I would know this by now.

Hood: I like to keep my personal life personal Smith!

Smith: Bullcrap.

Hood: Fine, but she doesn’t have to know that I’m not dying! Help a brotha out!

Smith: Classless.

~Alexis Terry and MJ Bell both fight to get to their feet as Scruff has already started to count MJ out and is up to a 5 count. Alexis gets to her feet first and notices a prime opportunity as MJ is trying to pull herself to her feet, after the failed Shining Wizard attempt has sent her to the outside of the ring, by using the ring apron. Alexis runs towards the opposite side of the ring that MJ is on and bounces off the ropes and comes full speed with a baseball slide, connecting with the jaw of MJ, sending her flying backwards and into the steel rails that are separating the ring from the audience. Scruff restarts the count as Alexis gets to the outside of the ring herself and perches on the apron looking on in utter amusement as MJ Bell is stretched out against the rails. Alexis senses another great opportunity and leaps off of the apron with a flying forearm, landing on the jaw of MJ Bell once again.~

Smith: Alexis Terry is completely ruthless here!

Hood: Just how I like them! Maybe she’s into tying guys up and having their way with them.

Smith: I think we need to setup some boundaries here.

Hood: I think it’s worked well for this long so why try fixing something that isn’t broke?

Smith: Indeed!

Hood: Ugh, that stupid bullshit again…

Smith: INDEED!!!

~Alexis, not wanting MJ to get a chance to catch her breath whips her towards the ring post and MJ turns around before making contact, giving the impact to her back instead of her head. MJ is sprawled out once again against something on the outside. She leans against the ring post almost lifeless as Alexis charges in and leaps with a flying leg lariat, but MJ ducks at the last second causing Alexis to crash leg first into the ring post and causing a brutal bump to the ground, landing her directly on the back of her head. Both competitors are now on the ground trying to catch their breath as Scruff makes his way to the outside, checking on both competitors.~

Hood: Fucking MJ Bell! Don’t make her not be able to grant this dying man his last wish in life! Fucking devil!

Smith: Indeed!

Hood: Stop saying that.

Smith: Indeed!

Hood: I said fucking stop!

Smith: Indeed!

Hood: That’s it, I’m going to murder you after this show.

Smith: INDEED!

~After making sure both competitors can continue to compete, or just copping a feel, Scruff slides back into the ring and starts the 10 count once again. By this time, MJ Bell has regained her composure and starts back on the offensive, picking up Alexis Terry, who is obviously nursing a bad leg and back now. MJ gives a couple of quick slaps to the face of Terry as she tosses her back into the ring, but not before delivering a tremendous roundhouse kick to the back of the causing Terry to be on dream street. Terry is motionless now in the ring after MJ has put in inside the ring, laying on her stomach, lying catty corner to the turnbuckle. MJ surveys the situation looking to see what he next move should be. She finally gets and idea and leaps back onto the apron and then scales the turnbuckles that are the closest to Alexis Terry. She gets to the top turnbuckle and spreads her arms to a tremendous reaction from the crowd in attendance and then leaps off in a shooting star press but over compensates and completes an extra half rotation hitting a shooting star senton bomb on the back of Alexis Terry. The crowd goes crazy as she quickly turns Terry over and makes the pin attempt, but not hooking the leg due to what the move took out of her…~

1…

2…

3! NO!

~Alexis got the shoulder up at the last millisecond.~

Hood: That fucking evil bitch!

Smith: She should have hooked the leg!

Hood: Oh! No you’re not saying “Indeed!”?

Smith: Indeed!

Hood: FUCK!

~MJ, now frustrated, argues with the ref that it was a 3 count. Scruff contends that it was a 2 count as MJ overcomes the frustration and goes to the legs of Alexis Terry, who seems to still be out of it and turns Alexis’ body away from the ring ropes positioning MJ Bell’s back facing directly across from the turnbuckle. MJ has both of Terry’s legs up in the air and steps through, crossing the legs after she does. Alexis suddenly comes to life, knowing what is about to happen and before she can fully cross the legs of Terry, MJ is shot into the turnbuckle by an onset of strength from Alexis Terry who reverses what looks like was going to be a sharpshooter. Alexis quickly rolls backwards and gets to her feet, she then charges towards the corner where MJ is now dazed. Alexis leaps up and goes for a flying splash but MJ sidesteps and drives Terry’s face straight into the top turnbuckle. MJ follows up and turns around Alexis Terry, then whipping her into the opposite corner. As Alexis makes contact with the turnbuckle, MJ Bell is not too far off from her, charging in behind her. As MJ approaches she leaps on the middle rope as close as she can to Alexis Terry and comes off hitting an amazing Shining Wizard right to the temple of Terry, sending her slumping down to the mat. MJ pulls her out from the corner and makes the pin attempt…~

1…

2…

3!!!

Belvedere: Here is your winner….MJ BELL!!!!!

Smith: What a tremendous display of athleticism from both competitors!

Hood: That fucking devil bitch fucked up my bae’s face!

Smith: Did you really just use “bae”?

Hood: Fuck yeah I did! Have a problem with it?

~The scene cuts to the back where Gavin Reed is in Noah Mackenzie’s dressing room, Noah though is nowhere to be found. The door suddenly opens up and in walks Trevor “The Great One” Kent in a little more dressed down attire, obviously ready for his match later this evening. TGO smirks as Gavin rolls his eye awaiting what’s about to happen.~

Gavin: What the hell do you want Trevor.

TGO: Who says I want something?

Gavin: It’s your m.o.

TGO: Well fine, I suppose we can save the small talk and just get down to business.

Gavin: Good, proceed.

TGO: I need you to tell Noah that he’s going to be my partner in the Lethal Lotto for the Southern Championship.

~Gavin busts out laughing as TGO doesn’t find this amusing.~

TGO: I don’t see anything funny with what I just said.

Gavin: Oh I definitely do. Do you really think that I’m going to have my guy team with you? You’re psychotic, Trevor.

TGO: You see Gavin you owe me still.

Gavin: I don’t owe you shit! My debt to you is finished.

~TGO suddenly grabs Gavin Reed by his collar and pushes him against the wall. TGO takes his free hand and puts it on the face of Gavin and squeezes a bit, making Gavin look like a fish.~

TGO: You pay your debt when I say that you’ve paid your debt. You’re FAR from finished, Gavin. You’re my bitch right now and unless you want me to start being a little less like a gentleman when I make my requests I suggest that you do what I say.

~Gavin’s eyes are filled with rage but he shakes moves his head in an up and down motion as TGO smiles again, releasing the grip that he had on Gavin and then straightening up the suit that Gavin is wearing. He then pats Gavin on the cheek.~

TGO: I’m glad that we’ve reached an agreement. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a match to win. I’ll be in touch soon.

~Gavin snarls at TGO as he walks out of the room and the scene changes back to the announce team~

Smith: The Great One and Noah Mackenzie in the Lethal Lottery?

Hood: Okay, just end it now…those two will not be stopped

Smith: You may be looking at a team with a Hall of Famer AND the Internet Champion…they’d HAVE to be the early favorites

Hood: Bet the house and mortgage the children…lay it all on this one, folks

Smith: Mortgage the children?!

Hood: Shit yea…what, you’d rather do something stupid like selling putting up a luxury automobile…c’mon, Smith, use your head

Smith: When you start using your heart

Roach (4-1) vs. “The Ripper” Danny B (2-0)

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, this next match is scheduled for one fall…

~”Valentine” by Xandria begins to play as the fans stand and boo when they see Danny B making his way down to the ring~

Belvedere: Introducing first, from Brighton, England…standing 5’11 and weighing in at 201 lbs….”The Ripper” Danny B!!!

~Danny B’s theme dies down as “King Nothing” by Metallica begins to play and the fans boo equally as loud, if not louder, when they see Roach march his way down to the ring. He climbs the steps and enters in through the ropes~

Belvedere: And his opponent, from Windsor, Ontario, Canada…standing 6’4 and weighing in at 265 lbs….Roach!!!

~Belvedere exits the ring and sounds the bell as Scruff motions for the match to begin. Roach yells at Scruff while pointing towards Danny B. Scruff looks at Roach with a puzzled expression before shrugging and walking over to Danny B. He asks Danny to lift his legs up and begins checking him for any illegal weapons. Danny rolls his eyes while complying with the rules~

Smith: This is odd, Roach is demanding Scruff check Danny B for any weapons…I would think he’d embrace that sort of thing.

Hood: Not as odd as these two in a non-hardcore match…both of these guys like to play the type of game which features severe consequences…not the case tonight.

Smith: Maybe Roach is turning over a new leaf? Maybe he will soon be known as the in ring technical master.

~Scruff finishes checking Danny B and heads over to check Roach in a what’s good for the goose sort scenario. Roach seems happy to comply as Scruff checks his legs and feet before making his way up. Scruff stands straight up and asks Roach to lift his arms, Roach does so…but he lifts his left arm, the arm nearest to Scruff, up very violently and elbows Scruff right in the face!! Scruff crumbles to the mat and is completely unconscious. Roach looks across the ring at Danny B and smiles~

Smith: What the…that darn Roach! That was a ploy to sucker punch Scruff and knock him out!

Hood: Once again, Scruff is totally incompetent…but, hey, on the flip side, this match just got better.

Smith: I disagree!

~Danny B evaluates the situation, he looks at the left for dead ref and the maniac standing across from him with the bell already having been rang. He then nods and slaps his hands together, embracing the hardcore element which has suddenly become prevalent in this encounter. The fans rise, ready to see these two up and coming competitors lock up~

Smith: Danny B is not backing down!

Hood: Fuck no, he digs this shit just as much as Roach…I could go for some popcorn or maybe a blow job right about now.

Smith: I’ll fetch Leo to get you some popcorn.

Hood: Okay

~Danny approaches Roach and Roach lunges forward to lock up. Danny ducks Roach’s arms…Roach turns around and Danny slams a forearm shot into Roach’s face. Roach staggers back. Danny knees Roach in the midsection as Roach doubles over near the ropes. Danny straightens Roach out and jabs a thumb into Roach’s eye! Roach covers his face in pain and walks along the ropes. Danny follows Roach kicking him in the back of the knee repeatedly…Roach lifts his left leg up as the knee is becoming tender. He finally reaches a corner but Danny stays on him. Roach’s back is to the corner as Danny drills him with a couple of forearm uppercuts to keep him contained. He then lifts Roach’s left knee up and places it over the middle rope. Danny starts punching away at the knee with Roach grimacing in pain. Roach finally reaches out and gets a good grasp on Danny, shoving him a few feet away, allowing him to get his knee out of isolated exposure. Roach charges at Danny for a lariat but Danny ducks…Roach’s left knee nearly gives out as he stumbles with the miss. Danny dives at the left knee from behind and connects!! Roach falls onto the mat and quickly rolls outside of the ring. His knee gives and he falls down…he slides back up against the nearest bleacher section and extends his knee slowly, trying to get it to stabilize~

Smith: Danny B sure is pestering Roach!

Hood: I bet you’ve been waiting awhile to bust that one out.

Smith: It just came to me!

Hood: Bullshit, you’re the most prepared asshole I’ve ever met…you probably carry a condom and birth control while still pulling out.

Smith: Unlike you, I am no man about town.

Hood: The fuck you just call me?

~Roach gets to his feet and places some pressure on his leg, it seems to be doing okay. Danny B meanwhile has climbed to the top rope…he leaps off as Roach looks up and lands on Roach with a cross body!! Roach falls to the ground hard as Danny B gets up slowly, holding his abdomen. He pulls Roach to his feet and hauls him over to the ring steps…he slams Roach’s head into the steps! Roach staggers back…Danny throws a lariat into Roach’s chest, knocking him down~

Smith: Nice offense here by Danny B, he’s really taking it to OCW’s Hardcore maniac, Roach.

Hood: Danny B is no joke, man…I think we’re seeing him turn the corner tonight.

Smith: Yea, but everyone always thinks Roach is going to lose and he keeps winning…I mean, who saw him taking down The Lost Soul?

Hood: When TLS starts figuring out what kind of match he’s in, then I’ll start picking him to win matches.

~Danny climbs up onto the apron and looks down at Roach…he leaps off with a leg drop but Roach rolls out of the way!! Danny lands onto the hardwood floor with tremendous impact! He grabs the bottom of his leg in pain as Roach scatters towards the ring…he searches underneath it and yanks a chair out!! The fans rise up when they see the metal weapon. Roach waits for Danny to get to his feet…Danny does and he takes a wild swing with Danny ducking! Roach turns around and Danny grabs Roach around the waist, lifts him up and drills him into the hardwood floor with a German Suplex! Roach’s head and neck hit hard as he lets go of the chair! The fans pop for the high impact maneuver~

Smith: Wow, impressive strength shown by Danny B to pull that off.

Hood: I would say he scrambled Roach’s brains, but, umm, ya know

Smith: Yea, I know

~Danny gets to his feet and retrieves the chair which flew out of Roach’s hands. He yanks Roach to his feet with one hand while holding the chair in another. Danny reaches back with the chair and drills Roach right in the head with the steel chair!!! Roach falls to the ground as Danny hurls the chair into a crowd, narrowly missing a small child. Danny then slides into the ring and works to revive Scruff who is still knocked out~

Hood: The fuck…is he taking a nap or something?

Smith: In case you forgot, Roach elbowed him in the face.

Hood: So they guy can get a giant dick tattoo’d on his chest…but one elbow knocks him out for days?

Smith: I guess

~Scruff is not responding to anything…Danny B looks off in frustration as Roach gets to his feet. His face is covered in blood from the chair shot. The crowd begins to boo loudly as Gavin Reed makes his way down to ringside with a referee shirt over his shoulder. Danny B instantly sees Gavin and forms a disgusted look on his face~

Hood: Oh, thank goodness, Gavin is here.

Smith: Thank goodness? He’s out here to screw Danny B!

Hood: No way, man…he’s got a ref shirt. He’s here to pick up the slack.

Smith: Whatever!

~Gavin grabs a male in his early twenties who’s wearing a t-shirt with a Roach on it. Gavin hands him the ref shirt and a hundred dollar bill before whispering something in his ear. The fan nods and heads to the ring, tying the ref shirt around his waist. He enters into the ring and then flicks the Roach off of his shirt~

Smith: That was a real roach?

Hood: Fucking serious? Roach’s are in here and they are serving food? Gross!

Smith: Well, infestation or not…Danny B is in a lot of trouble right now.

Hood: I can feel these fuckers…I’m placing my feet on the announce table.

Smith: Wait! No! Don’t…ugh…

~Hood slams both of his shoes on the announce table as Danny B eyes the fan wearily. Roach slides into the ring with his face covered in a crimson mask. Danny B rushes over to Roach, leaps up in the air, places his knees onto Roach’s face and drops him to the mat with a codebreaker!! Roach flops over onto his back as Danny goes for the pin. The fans stands back, refusing to count~

Smith: Gavin paid him off, the fix IS in!

Hood: This is sickening…

Smith: I’m glad you’re on board, here

Hood: I know, man…selling out for a hundred dollars, this fucking guy is a cheap whore.

Smith: Hood, a hundred dollars is a lot of money for a guy in his early twenties attending a wrestling show in a junior college gymnasium.

Hood: Don’t forget the roach that was on his shirt.

Smith: That too

~Danny gets to his feet and goes after Gavin’s ref-for-hire…the kid immediately shows fear and cowers into a corner. Danny stands over him with the basic ability to do whatever he wants. Roach, meanwhile is back to his feet…his eyes are covered with blood and he’s disoriented from all the shots his head has taken recently. He rushes towards Danny, Danny moves and Roach grabs the ref by the throat. He lifts him up and hurls him over the top rope and to the outside!! The fan-ref lands hard and is motionless as Danny B looks at Roach who seems to think he just tossed Danny B out of the ring. Danny then kicks Roach in the side, Roach turns around and Danny B clotheslines him over the top rope!! Roach lands hard outside~

Smith: Is a life worth $100?

Hood: Damn guy didn’t even get to spend it…here in Lubbock, that will buy you a half way average piece of ass.

Smith: Maybe if he had worn the ref shirt like a normal person, he could’ve avoided Roach’s attack.

Hood: Dude, tying shit around your waist is so cool!

Smith: Only thing around my waist is and will always be a fanny pack.

~Roach gets to his feet on the outside fairly quickly as Danny B climbs through the ropes and stands on the apron. Roach turns, facing Danny B, Danny B leaps off but Roach catches him!! Roach then drills Danny B into the hardwood floor with a spinebuster!! Danny B arches his back in pain as Roach gets to his feet and wipes some of the blood from his face~

Smith: Momentum has officially shifted in this one!

Hood: Yea, but no ref…so, like, this match could go on forever.

Smith: To infinity and beyond?

Hood: Huh?

Smith: You don’t like kid’s movies?

Hood: What? Fuck no! What are you trying to imply?

Smith: Nothing, I just assumed everyone had seen Toy Story

~Upon realizing the wound caused by Danny B, Roach grows angry wanting to return the favor. He walks over to the ring steps and picks them up over his head. He stands over Danny B who has rolled over and is on all fours. Roach drills him in the back with the steel steps!! Danny B goes flat on his stomach after the impact. Roach places the steps down onto the hardwood floor and yanks Danny to his feet. He lifts Danny B up for a powerslam and tosses him on top of the ring steps!! Danny B hits hard and quickly rolls off grimacing and holding his back in pain while kicking his legs~

Smith: Roach is getting his revenge.

Hood: Man, that will fuck a guy’s back up like crazy!

Smith: Indeed!

~Roach yanks Danny B to his feet and whips him into the ring post. Danny B stops just short of slamming into the post. Roach gets angry and charges in…Danny darts out of the way and Roach runs shoulder first into the post. He staggers to the side holding his large arm in pain as Danny gets to his feet and limps around with his back still in serious pain from the powerslam a few moments ago~

Smith: One thing you can say about Roach…he’s tenacious.

Hood: And stupid

Smith: Does that surprise you that a guy named Roach might be somewhat dim?

Hood: Dim? He’s not a fucking light…he’s just fucking dumb.

~Danny shakes off the pain, grabs Roach by the hair and hurls him back into the ring under the bottom rope. Danny calmly climbs to the apron and enters into the ring…Roach is on his feet with blood covering his eyes again…he wipes it away and, as he does, Danny rushes into him and drops him with an exploding clothesline!! Roach falls flat on the mat and, as he does, the momentum lifts his legs in the air…Danny quickly grabs them and hooks them for a pin…Scruff makes the count~

1!

2!

Kick Out!!!

Smith: Scruff lives!

Hood: Oh, yea, I guess he recovered.

Smith: And just in time to nearly hit a three count for Danny B.

Hood: Does Roach take blood thinners or something? Where is all that fucking blood coming from?

Smith: It appears he has really good circulation.

Hood: Yea, well, if he’s going to bleed like a virgin on prom night maybe he should re-think his hardcore mentality.

Smith: Gross

~Danny quickly gets to his feet and paces back into a corner, he poises himself, waiting for Roach to get to his feet. Roach slowly does and staggers around…he finally turns, facing Danny B and Danny B rushes at him and takes him down with a HUGE spear!!! Danny stands back, waiting for Roach to get to his feet…readying himself to put the finishing touches on this match~

Smith: RKS or Destin Knee…what do you think?

Hood: Hmmm

Smith: C’mon, hurry!

Hood: Hrrrrmmmm

~Roach gets to his feet and Danny goes for the RKS…however, Roach lifts him up showing tremendous strength and tosses Danny into the corner! Danny lands hard into the corner and falls back on his head and neck. He stumbles out of the corner as Roach wipes the blood from his eyes again, picks up Danny B across his shoulders…he twirls him around for an F5 and drops him with a DDT!! Danny B is laid out on the mat as Roach makes the pin and Scruff slides in for the count~

1!

2!

3!!!!

~The bell sounds as Belvedere makes the call~

Belvedere: Here is your winner…ROACH!!!!!

Smith: Impressive win by Roach!

Hood: And he did it all by himself.

Smith: Well, there were some Gavin shenanigans mixed in during the middle of the match.

Hood: What? Are you talking about how Gavin was giving charity out to that poverty stricken fan?

Smith: Something like that but not really…with every winner there is a loser and this is another tough loss for Danny B...a competitor I thought would be at the top of the card by now.

Hood: Yea, he didn’t look himself this week…I’d be willing to bet the best of Danny B is yet to come.

Smith: Hopefully so.

~Roach makes his way to the back celebrating his monumental win over The Ripper. Danny finally pulls himself up and asks for a microphone. He slumps into the corner of the ring to speak~

Ripper: You know what? I am already tired of this shit. It’s always been my way that I make enemies a lot easier than I make friends, but this place takes the biscuit.

Gavin Reed, you want a war with me that’s fine, I will bring you a war. You’re dealing with shit that you can’t even bring yourself to understand. That pathetic little brain of yours cannot even come to terms with what fucking forces you are messing with when you take me on. I don’t get why it is that you think I make a half decent target, and why you set your boy toy on me. But it will come to an end. This night isn’t over for you Gavin.

Then there’s that insane piece of crap Sean Fuller, who thinks that taking me out is the best way to make a name for himself. Sean Fuller has about as much sense as a racoon in a foxhole, and it’s about time to show him that I am that motherfucking fox that is going to tear that sommabitch to pieces.

If you fuckers and anyone else round here thinks that I am a game target because I run my move but don’t have my back watched you are surely fucking mistaken, your time will come, to you three and anyone else that challenges me to a war. I am not alone in this battle, and if you think that I am talking about that permanent midcarder that is Amber Ryan you are in for a massive fucking surprise. You cannot kill what is already dead.

~‘Valentine’ by Xandria rocks the building as Danny throws the microphone to the side, rolls out of the ring and heads for the back~

Smith: Despite his loss tonight, Danny B still seems determined.

Hood: Sometimes you have to get bit in the dick to truly realize your potential…or something.

Smith: Well, let’s hope it’s nothing that severe…but if it gets Danny B on the path to reaching his full potential here in OCW, I’m all for it.

Hood: Time for that fucker to start ripping shit up…pun may or may not have been intended.

~The feed cuts once again to the “backstage” area, only this time we see Scott Syren perusing the hallways alongside Scoot Time, who appears to be on a leash. A man carrying a bouquet of flowers and a package is also seen a walking down the hall as he suddenly stops in front of Syren. Scott Time growls subtly at the man as he tries talking to Syren.~

Syren: Who the hell are you and what do you want? Do you not see that I’m here on a mission?

Delivery Guy: Sorry to bother you, but you’re Scott Syren right?

Syren: Well how the hell did you know that? Was it because I have a particularly large cock and you saw my bulge or is it because I have a guy on a leash?

Delivery Guy: Well…I was just told to look for some roided up jackass.

Syren: Well that would in fact be me. Now what do you want?

Delivery Guy: I have a package, and flowers for you. I just need you to sign this.

~Syren looks annoyed as he signs for the delivery as the man walks away. Scott looks at the flowers and pulls out the card. He drops the roses on the ground as Scoot Time immediately goes towards them and starts sniffing them, Syren though tightens his grip on the leash and pulls him away. Syren starts to read the card aloud.~

Syren: I thought you could use this since you’ve come back to the OCW. Signed respectfully, TGO. Great, just what I need, a gift from that washed up has been.

~Syren opens the box as the camera zooms in to reveal the contents of the package which appears to be a blue 10 inch dildo. Scott looks on in disgust and sees another card in the bottom of the box he pulls it out and read it.~

Syren: Maybe this will loosen your ass up enough so I can have an easier time shoving my foot in it. See you soon bitch, TGO.

~Enraged Scott Syren throws the box in the trash as he continues to walk down the hallway, this time looking for something, or someone rather. We cut back to ringside~

Smith: And, the mind games continue… Hood: Syren made TGO look like an idiot at Resurrection…there’s no way TGO was going to let that go

Smith: Personally, I hope these two lock up and soon

Hood: A match for the ages, Smeeeeeth.

Smith: Well, folks, now is as good a time as any to plug this month’s Pay Per View extravaganza…Black Out 2…especially considering the blockbuster news we just heard!

~We cut to a video package hyping Black Out 2~

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~We got back to the live feed and catch up with Brianna and Alice, who ate almost everything that was on the table. She throws a bone on the ground and then looks over at Brianna~

Alice: Thank you Brianna that was fan-freaking-tastic. The way the burgers were grilled… just fantastic… but what do you want from me? You wouldn’t be giving me charity if you didn’t want something. Is this about wanting one of my kidneys? Hmmmm Throw in 2 pounds of chicken wings and you have yourself a deal, ma’am!!

Brianna: Actually dear, with all of these people who are aligning together for no reason other than to feed each other’s ego …it occurred to me that I could be doing better things with my time feeding somebody who actually needs to be fed in the most literal of senses. Now it is true that I need a tag team partner for next week and you have impressed me quite a bit during that battle royal performance, but this is about more than just me facing off against Ian and Roach next week. It is about the fact that I never had to suffer through being an independent wrestler having to make a name for herself. I was fortunate enough to have a career before this and I was fortunate enough to be given a break here right out of the gate. And don’t like seeing talented people suffer when I was handed an opportunity SO quickly in my career. Why should I be selfish with what I was given?

Alice: Totally. I totes’ know what you mean, I’m pretty much new to all this too. But I like took a chance and here I am! Life hands you potatoes… make potato salad… life hands you a big pile of crap… well… make crap salad, I guess?

~Alice confused by what she said her self looks around the table for potato salad~

Brianna: I am a rookie of already two months and I find myself in a tax bracket I probably do not deserve in this business given how wet behind the ears I am. I want to take you into that tax bracket with me …I don’t want to see you ever go hungry again. I want Dean and the other higher ups to notice you. And I want that to begin next week in my tag team match. What do you say, love? It is at least food for thought?

Alice: Food… for… thought… yeah, yeah, yeah I can dig that. It be nice to get some recognition around here too. Instead of what I’m usually identified by… you know… junkie… bum… junkie homeless bum… Plus you seem so awesome, in and out of the ring, And I’m honestly not just saying that because you fed me…But I think we can take Roach and Ian next week. Because we have a kind of energy together, I can feel it…

~Alice grabs a twinkie from off the table and rushes over next to Brianna holding up the twinkie in front of Brianna’s face~

Alice: Say this Twinkie here represents the normal amount of energy between two people… well judging by our energy, here and now, this twinkie would be thirty feet long, weighing approximately six hundred pounds… if that even makes sense…

Brianna: That’s a big twinkie…

~They both then stop and look at each other solemnly with great sadness. Alice then puts her arm on Brianna's shoulder~

Alice: I miss him already too.

Brianna: Rest in Peace ...or in a big red containment unit.

~Alice nods with a smile then stuffs the whole twinkie into her mouth. We cut back to ringside~

Smith: I guess it’s official…Brianna and Alice will team up against Roach and Ian Bishop next week!

Hood: Pretty easy way to win that one, if you ask me

Smith: Oh? And hows that?

Hood: Tie a steak to the ring post and all of a sudden it’s a handicap match

Smith: Yea, well, I don’t know about that…even though steak is pretty good…what I do know, though is it’s time for our next match as the OCW Central Champion faces the Undefeated Damian Payne in a Non-Title bout.

Hood: Fucking sweet!

Smith: Lots of big things have already happened tonight, Hoodsie!

Hood: Indeed! SHIT!

Smith: HA! I win!

Non-Title Match
”Sadistic Insanity” Damian Payne (3-0) vs. “Incredible” Ian Bishop (2-1)

Belvedere: The following match is a NON-Title match that is scheduled for one fall. First, making his way to the ring, weighing in at a hefty 295lbs and standing at a staggering 6’9”….”SADISTIC” DAMIAN PAYNE!!!

~”It’s Goin’ Down” by X-Ecutioners starts to play over the PA system as out walks the fan favorite in the match, Damian Payne, looking like a character right out of Sons of Anarchy. The fans in attendance give a good size cheering ovation for the man now making his way to the ring. Payne makes his way up the steps and enters the ring waiting for his opponent.~

Smith: Damian Payne is definitely looking to make an impact by beating the current Central Champion of the OCW.

Hood: Who cares about the Central Championship now? We’re in the South! Gavin Reed is supporting the OCW, not some washed up ninny like Bobbinette Carey!

Smith: What? Have you already forgotten about what Ian went through to try and win that? Not to mention Brianna...that title means more at this point than the Southern Title.

Hood: Shut your filthy mouth! He’s still your champion!

Smith: He's our ONLY champion, you idiot! That title is the most significant piece of hardware in OCW.

Hood: Spoken like a true centraler

~”Acid Rain” by Liquid Tension Experiment starts playing over the PA system as Damian Payne’s music has now cut completely off. “The Incredible” Ian Bishop shows his face as he starts to make his way to the ring as the OCW fans let the boos fly. Ian Bishop has the Central Championship raised above his head as he reaches the steel steps. He starts climbing the steps and stops at the top step and points at Damian Payne laughing and pantomiming “are you serious?”~

Belvedere: Now making his way to the ring, he is the OCW Central Champion and a member of The Family…”THE INCREDIBLE” IAN BISHIOP!!!

Hood: Can I get a chant of “Paper Champ” going?

Smith: Calm down and just call the match!

~Scruff calls for the bell as the two competitors get the action underway as Ian Bishop has now made his way completely in the ring and has set his belt to the outside. Damian Payne has made his way to the corner where Bishop entered into the ring, cornering Bishop, who smiles as Payne starts to mouth him. Payne lays a finger on Bishop’s chest digging it into his skin. Bishop looks down at the finger and then looks back up, the smile gone from his face. Ian then hauls off clocks Payne with a right hook sending Payne staggering back a bit. Ian continues the onslaught and follows up with more right hooks, Payne has had enough after about three punches to his face and then lands a right hook of his own on the jaw of Ian Bishop. At this point they start trading punches as both men seem unphased by their opponent’s efforts. Finally Bishop breaks the monotony by sending a hard kick to the midsection of Payne causing him to bend over. Bishop follows it up with a big running knee to the face of Damian, taking him down to the mat~

Smith: These men are brawling tonight!

Hood: Have I ever told you about how much I hate you stating the obvious?

Smith: And have I ever told you how me and your mother had passionate coitus one night about two years ago?

Hood: You didn’t!

Smith: Indeed I did!

~Bishop continues the punishment as he quickly picks Payne and backs him into the ropes. Bishop issues a couple of knife-edged chops to the chest of Payne who shudders at the impact as the fans chant the infamous “WWWOOOOO.” Bishop then bounces Payne off of the ropes and against the opposite side with an Irish whip. Ian stops Payne dead in his tracks with a knee right to the gut that sends Payne flipping over the knee and landing on his back. Bishop now bounces off of the ropes himself and delivers a hard jumping forearm drop to the forehead of “Sadistic” Damian Payne. Bishop makes the pin attempt…~

1…

Kick Out!

~Payne quickly kicks out as Bishop gets up and continues the offensive maneuvers by driving his boots into the gut of Damian Payne.~

Smith: The champ has gained a mean streak!

Hood: He’s always had that, where have you been Smithard?

Smith: Usually I’m on my cellular phone trying to get signal in the remote places that we’ve been at. My wife misses me…

Hood: I still think it’s actually a man, not a woman.

Smith: No sir!

Hood: How can you explain the mustache that “she” has then?

Smith: She just has too much testosterone in her body! That’s why she takes hormone pills!

Hood: OOOOHHHH!!! So she had a sex change you mean?

~The match continues in the ring as Bishop is still pummeling Damian Payne with a barrage of boots to the midsection. Bishop finally has enough and picks up Damian Payne and sets him up for a suplex. Bishop tries to lift his bigger opponent, but Payne counters by locking his leg around Bishop’s. Bishop tries again, but the outcome is the same. Payne starts to deliver some punches to the side of Bishop, whose grip loosens a bit and allows for Damian to pull off a quick snap suplex to the champ. Both men are down on the ground, as Damian tries to recover for the beating that he’s taken at the hands of Ian Bishop.~

Smith: Finally some offense by the challenger!

Hood: I’m bored again.

Smith: I have some Silver Cola if you would like some!

Hood: No thanks! That shit’s disgusting!

Smith: You do know that it’s brewed by a subsidiary of Kent Industries right?

Hood: I mean…I…fuck.

~Damian Payne gets to his feet first, but not too far behind him is the central champion, Ian Bishop. Payne has decided to see if he can mount some offense and has charged at Bishop, connecting with a beautiful clothesline, sending Bishop back down to the mat. Bishop bounces up almost immediately, although a bit taken aback, but only to be sent down again with another clothesline by Damian Payne. Ian bounces up again as Damian Payne now bounces off of the ropes and looks for a big boot to the face of Bishop but Ian blocks it by catching the foot of Payne and shoving it back, sending Payne down to the mat. Quickly Bishop grabs one of Payne’s massive tree trunk of a legs and delivers some brutal kicks to the back of the thigh. Ian now grabs both legs and bend one of the legs and wraps it behind the knee of the other one holding this in place with his hands. He then flips over Damian Payne and steps over the back of his opponent locking in a Texas Cloverleaf submission, sending Damian screaming in pain, trying to get to the ropes. Scruff starts to ask Payne if he gives.~

Hood: Look! Bishop is trying to pay tribute to Texas!

Smith: Is it paying tribute or some sort of sick message?

Hood: I’m giving him the benefit of the doubt.

Smith: Sure are awfully trusting there, aren’t you Hoodsie?

~As Damian is surely about to tap the chorus of “Take Out The Gunman” By Chevelle erupts over the PA system as out walks “The Great One” Trevor Kent, to resounding boos from the audience. TGO already has a microphone in hand as Ian Bishop breaks the hold and goes to the ropes and makes eye contact with the man who just interrupted his match.~

Hood: YES!!! He’s came to save us Smith!

Smith: let the marking begin…

TGO: Cut the music. I’ve had enough of this shit!

~The sound guy, yes there is now a sound guy, cuts the music as TGO starts to talk again as Ian Bishop is scathing mad in the ring.~

TGO: Don’t look so surprised Ian, this was bound to happen. Look, I have no clue why Dean has taken it upon himself to have such a boring match this late in the program, hell Scott Syren could have done a better job and was much more entertaining than this monstrosity.

~The crowd immediately pops at the mention of Syren’s name.~

TGO: Cut that shit out! Nobody actually cares about Syren, and if you plebes could even comprehend what sarcasm was then you would understand that it wasn’t a compliment. I shouldn’t give you that much credit though, the majority of you are probably enrolled in Texas Tech or graduated from there. I digress, I can’t air things that bore the entire audience at home which in turns ruins ratings and hurts my bottom line. So I need this match to be cut short. So I’m making it known right now that I need the feed to the OCW cut from the airwaves of all affiliates until this match is over. Play some Full House rerun or something, anything but this mess.

~As soon as the last words are uttered from the lips of TGO a commercial break starts to play, interrupting all OCW broadcasts throughout the Southern region. It cuts to a clip of an old sitcom OCW tried to produce in the early 00’s called “Outside the Ropes”. Scoot Time is coloring inside a book that isn’t supposed to be colored in. Generic Female Actress walks in wearing an apron and scratches Scoot on the back~

Generic Actress: Looks great, hon!

~The front door swings open as Scott Syren enters wearing a white, short sleeved button up shirt and a cheap tie. He tosses a briefcase aside and lays down on the couch~

Generic Actress: Welcome home, sweetie! Bad day at work?

Scott Syren: Bad? It was the worst!

~A roar of laughter emerges from an obviously fake crowd as the Generic woman puts her hands on her hips~

Generic Actress: Well, how about you get your lazy bum up and help me in the kitchen?

~Syren sits up and looks at her through the corner of his eye with a grin~

Scott Syren: Baaaaabe…

~The laugher emerges again as the Generic Actress shakes her head at Syren, there’s a sudden knock as Syren and the Actress both look towards the front door~

Scott Syren: I’ll get it!

~Syren rushes over and opens the door, Dean is behind it wearing a cheap suit and smoking an unlit cigar~

Dean: Hey, sucka…guess what, I just re-opened my used car lot and I was wondering if my top salesman would be interested in making a return?

~Syren and Dean both look towards the Generic Actress with cheesy smiles and wide eyes as the laughter emerges again~

Scott Syren: Baaaaaaabe…

~With a playful roll of her eyes and an exaggerated sigh, she replies~

Generic Actress: I guess there’s no stopping you two knuckleheads…go on, then.

~Syren and Dean share a high five and leap in the air as our scene freezes with them off the ground in unison. The words “Outside the Ropes” flashes onto the screen with the air time of 3am that evening…coming on right after an hour long infomercial about some generic pool cleaner hosted by Chris O’Donnell~

We are returned to regularly scheduled programming, but we are in the production truck this time where we see President Dean in the truck with the production crew. Banging can be heard on the door to the truck.~

TGO: Dean! I know it’s you in there! Don’t fuck with my money Dean!

Dean: Listen sucka! This is a match that we promised the OCW fans and it’s going to be shown to ALL OCW fans. Now take us back to the ring!

~The scene then suddenly changes, to the OCW ring, where we see Damian Payne having the upper hand on Ian Bishop now. Payne has Bishop in the corner banging his head against the top turnbuckle as the fans finish a ten count. Bishop stumbles backwards as Payne connects with a big running boot, planting it right on the face of Ian Bishop as Bishop collapses to the ground.~

Hood: Why?! WHY?!

Smith: What are you whining about, Hood?

Hood: I wanted to watch that movie! Fucking Dean!

Smith: You should be happy that they put us back on air!

Hood: I’m happy when Trevor is happy!

Smith: So does that mean you’re never happy?

Hood: I’m telling Trevor.

Smith: I’m so scared…

~Damian Payne senses an opportunity and picks up Ian Bishop and doles out some knife edged chops of his own, backing Bishop into the corner and leaving red welts bubbling on the chest of Bishop. Payne lifts up a now battered Bishop to the top rope and then hunches him over onto his shoulder. Payne makes it to the middle of the ring and drops him with the Soothing Sound of Crunching Bones. Payne quickly goes for the cover, hooking the outside leg~

1…

2…

3! NO!

~Bishop gets his shoulder up. Payne is now beside himself wondering how someone can kick out of his trademark maneuver .~

Smith: The champ kicked out!

Hood: Did you expect anything less? This dude that he’s up against is a joke!

Smith: A joke that almost won a non-title matchup!

Hood: Almost only counts in horseshoes and some other bullshit game that I can’t think of off the top of my head, not wrestling.

Smith: Such the optimist.

~Payne decides to continue without arguing with Scruff much more. He quickly picks up Ian Bishop and whips him into the ropes and catching Ian as he comes off of the other side of the ropes with a 3/4s neckbreaker that he calls The Insanity Clause. Payne quickly goes for the pin once again…~

1…

2…

Kick Out

~Kick Out by Ian Bishop. Payne gets a look of intensity in his eye that should make even the biggest of big men tremble as he runs a thumb across his throat in a cutthroat motion. He picks up an almost lifeless Ian Bishop and places his head between his legs. He then lifts him up, looking for the ChokeBomb but Ian pushes uses the momentum that was acquired from the move and pushes off of Payne’s shoulders. Ian lands on his feet and locks Payne in belly to belly suplex position and then drives Payne down to the mat with the move.~

Smith: Uh oh! This doesn’t look too good for Damian Payne!!

Hood: Nothing looks good for Damian Payne. He annoys me.

Smith: You annoy everyone.

Hood: That’s my job here. KThanks.

~~Bishop brings Payne back to his feet and sets him up in a regular suplex position for the second time tonight, this time he’s able to lift him up and then drops him down to the mat on the top of his head with The Incredible Drop, although he didn’t hold him but for about five seconds, Bishop assumes that that did the job and makes the cover~

1…

2…

3!!!

Belvedere: Here is your winner…IAN BISHOP!!!!!

Hood: Can we bring Syren and TGO back out? They were the most interesting of the night!

Smith: We still have the Internet Title match to be decided!

Hood: Yeah, no. I’d much rather have TGO and Syren. Just tell Dean to make it happen.

~Marion rushes out and tosses Ian his Central Championship as the two then go on the attack of Damian Payne. Damian pushes Ian away and goes for Mario but as the fresher man Mario kicks Damian in the gut and goes right for the La Omerta! Ian gets up and starts punching Damian in the chest as Mario applies the hold tighter until “Stockholm Syndrome” by Muse plays and the crowd cheers for Brianna who comes out with Idris in hand. Brianna walks half way down to the ring before stopping and smiling to the Family. She grabs a microphone~

Brianna: You two actually think I’d be stupid to come down here on my own? Nonsense. Of course I’d get some insurance…

~“Oblivion” by M83 plays as Alice Knight comes out again and the Family begins to laugh at what they think is a pretty pathetic looking team as Ian tosses Damian out of the ring. Brianna waits for Alice to meet where she is as the two circle the ring on opposite sides and come up on the ring apron. Brianna and Alice enter but before any of the four of them can make any offense “King Nothing” plays out and Roach comes out with a baseball bat followed by Slater Kain. Roach makes his approach to the ring as the Family takes advantage and throw Brianna and Alice in front the ring. Roach swings his bat and clubs both of them in the gut as they fall hard and the crowd boos him. Roach slams the bat on the steel steps and points it at the Family as the crowd gives a better reaction. Roach rolls into the ring and looks like he is ready to smash the two of them but drops the bat suddenly. Roach stands there for a moment as does Ian and Mario but then the three of them share a smile before joining in a group hug~

Smith: What in the world is going on? Roach earlier was looking to rip Bishop’s head off!

Hood: Are you an idiot, Smith? It was obviously a ploy! Roach is in the Family!

~Mario gets in the middle as Roach and Ian are on either side of him as they join arms and raise them as the crowd boos and garbage gets thrown at them. The Family exits the ring and pass by Brianna and Alice who are in obvious pain and point and laugh at them as an electric guitar version of The Godfather theme plays as they exit backstage~

Smith: It was a ruse! Ian and Roach won’t have any dissention next week…they are freakin stable mates!

Hood: Now there’s some food for thought!

Smith: Stop being such a jerk…Alice and Brianna did not deserve this, I hope they teach that pest and the paper champion a lesson next week

Hood: Meh, doubtful

~Brianna gets to her feet and helps Alice up. Without any medical attention, they are able to make it to the back with the fans giving them a thunderous applause. It’s obvious this team is going to be a crowd favorite. They exit the ringside area~

Smith: Great show of affection from this crowd!

Hood: I guess Lubbock likes to cheer losers.

Smith: Those two young women haven’t lost ANYTHING…tune in next week and you’ll probably be surprised

Hood: Yea, I kind of have to be here so I guess we’ll see

Sean Fuller (2-0) vs. Angelle Laree (2-1)

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, this next match is scheduled for one fall….

~”Livin After Midnight” by Disturbed begins to play as the fans stand and give a slight ovation when they see Angelle Laree make her way to the ring~

Belvedere: Introducing first, from Paris, France…standing 6’1 and weighing in at 155lbs…Angelle Laree!!!

~Laree’s theme comes to a close as “Circus for a Psycho” by Skillet fires up and the fans begin to boo when they see Sean Fuller make his way to the ring, being accompanied by his lovely wife, Kaitlyn~

Belvedere: And her opponent, from an Undisclosed Location…standing 6’4 and weighing in at 245lbs…Sean Fuller!!!

~Belvedere exits the ring and sounds the bell signaling that this match has begun. Laree goes right after Fuller, hoping to gain an early advantage. She leaps in the air with a Lou Thesz Press…instead of falling over, Fuller staggers into a corner. Laree, using her balance and agility, positions on the middle rope and nails Fuller in the head with several lefts and rights, leaving him somewhat groggy…she then jumps up, hooks Fuller around the neck and sends him flying halfway across the ring with a huricanrana!! The crowd starts to get behind Laree as Kaitlyn slaps the mat, yelling at her husband to get up~

Smith: Wow, Angelle Laree is off to a tremendous start!

Hood: What the fuck? She was like a little French blur.

Smith: Both of these competitors are looking to bounce back from a disappointing performance in the Battle Royal at Resurrection…after tonight, one will continue to climb up the ranks while the other will take another tumble down.

Hood: Dude, it’s just a wrestling man, chill…don’t get all Bob Costas on us.

~Fuller gets to his feet as Laree rushes him, she gets him into a front face lock. Fuller lifts Laree in the air and shoves her away from him. Laree lands on her feet and twirls around with a spinning heel kick…it lands, flush on the side of Fuller’s head. Fuller turns around and Laree rolls him up, Scruff slides in for the count~

1!

Kick Out!!

Smith: Not very close there, but you can’t blame her for trying.

Hood: She’d better stay on his ass…dude is a maniac.

Smith: Indeed!

~Fuller’s kick out sends Laree flying due to the strength in his lower body. Laree rushes at Fuller again, he’s on his knees. Fuller surprises Laree with a drop toe hold! Laree falls face first into the mat! She grabs her face in pain as Fuller gets to his feet and yanks Laree by the hair, dragging her into the middle of the ring with a pissed off expression~

Smith: Oh no

Hood: She’s so fucking dead, Fuller does not fuck around.

Smith: Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that!

Hood: It will, unless Kaitlyn puts a leash on him.

~Fuller hooks Laree’s head under his arm and lifts her up for a reverse suplex…Laree, though, knees Fuller right in the face. She lands on her feet and has Fuller’s head locked under her arm in the same position. She then drops him with a reverse DDT!! She pins Fuller after this surprising move as the fans cheer, Scruff makes the count~

1!

2!

Kick Out!!

Smith: Another close fall…Laree brought her ‘A’ game tonight.

Hood: Fuller better get his shit together…if he loses to a FRENCH chick, that’s going to be embarrassing.

Smith: A lot of tough people have come from France.

Hood: Really? Name one

Smith: Okay, so maybe you’ve got a point

~Laree gets to her feet and heads to the nearest corner. She climbs the top and looks down at Kaitlyn who watches with disgust. Fuller is on his feet now and he turns around as Laree leaps off with a moonsault…but Fuller catches her in midair! He has Laree draped across his shoulder and drops her shoulder across his knee! He holds on, lifts her back up and drills her to the mat with a vicious powerslam!! The fans boo as Laree is laid out and Fuller is on one knee, gathering his wits~

Smith: Ouch, now that took something out of Angelle Laree.

Hood: It’s like finally catching a fly…time to crush that son of a bitch.

Smith: Laree is hardly a fly.

Hood: You know what I fucking mean…some little thing flying around your head

Smith: Attract a lot of flies, do ya?

Hood: Fuck off

~Fuller gets to his feet and angrily yanks Laree to hers. He drags her into the nearest corner and slams her face first into the top turnbuckles. Her face slams hard as she winces in pain. Fuller does it a few more times, each time harder than the previous slam. He then lifts Laree up and drops her face first over the top turnbuckle with snake eyes! Fuller backs away as Laree stumbles out of the corner and he drills her in the head with a big boot…the fans boo his offense while Kaitlyn applauds from the outside~

Smith: Sean Fuller is beginning to unleash his violence.

Hood: He’s a sadistic son of a bitch and he’s got his sights set on the French chick.

Smith: For the last time, she has a name.

Hood: I don’t want to pronounce that shit…Angela? Angeeeeel? Angel? Angel-leh…ugh, fuck it…French chick.

~Fuller yanks Laree to her feet and backs her into a corner. He lifts a few sharp knees into her abdomen. She doubles over with her mouth open, gasping for air. Fuller grabs her open mouth, jamming his fingers inside with his palm underneath her chin. He shoves her back against the turnbuckle with her head and neck bent far back…a look of extreme pain fills her eyes. Scruff rushes in and quickly counts, Fuller releases the hold and then slaps Laree across the face. She bends over, rotating her jaw and wincing from the slap~

Smith: You can just tell he wants to hurt her…winning would be nice, but pain is what he’s after.

Hood: Well, this is wrestling…I mean, we’re not figure skating

Smith: What about Tanya Harding?

Hood: She’d make a badass female face for OCW…let’s bring her in!

Smith: Face??!!

Hood: Yea, I always thought she was the victim in the ordeal.

Smith: You would!

~Fuller notices Laree bent over and he charges in with a knee right to her head!! Laree’s body spills halfway out of the ring. Fuller grabs her legs and yanks her back into the ring, tossing her entire body towards the center. She lands hard. Fuller heads towards her and as he stands over Laree, Laree reaches up and nails him with a low blow. Fuller backs away, bending over in pain…Scruff just stands there~

Smith: Did Scruff not see that?

Hood: I’m telling ya, the guy is incompetent…maybe he has no balls and doesn’t realize how horrible of a thing that is to do to a man.

Smith: I highly doubt that’s the case.

~Laree gets to her feet and grabs the back of Fuller’s head…she drops him in the middle of the ring with a Facebuster! Fuller flops over onto his back as Laree quickly scales to the top rope in the nearest corner. She leaps off and lands on top of Fuller with a moonsault!! The fans are cheering as she hooks Fuller’s leg for the pin attempt~

1!

2!

Kick Out!!

Smith: Laree nearly pulled the win off there…would you call it an upset if she had?

Hood: Fuck yes I would…I’ve got big plans for Sean Fuller!

Smith: YOU’VE got big plans…what, exactly, are YOU going to do with him?

Hood: I have many enemies…you included, I’m thinking he could help me out with some.

Smith: No way, Jose!

Hood: You know Jose, too? Guy cuts a mean lawn.

Smith: Enough!

~Laree gets to her feet and backs into a corner, waiting for Fuller to get up. Fuller is on all fours and Laree runs at him, going for a kick to the head. Fuller, though, dodges her kick and Laree stumbles forward. She turns around as Fuller gets to his feet and goes for a spinning heel kick but Fuller catches her leg. He lifts her up and hurls her over his shoulder with a capture suplex!! Laree lands hard as Fuller stands over her, catching his breath~

Smith: Sean Fuller may win this one, but Laree is definitely testing him.

Hood: Yea, she’s quick and fast…I think I’m fatigued watching her move around.

Smith: Not bad for a 43 year old woman.

Hood: French chick at that.

Smith: Yes, we know

~Laree slowly gets to her feet as Fuller stands over, watching…patiently waiting. She reaches her feet as Fuller takes a few steps back and then rushes forward drilling her in the abdomen with a stiff running knee…he then immediately follows it up with a massive forearm to the face!! Laree falls back writhing around in pain on the mat~

Smith: He calls that Bleed for Me.

Hood: I’m not seeing any blood.

Smith: Me either…

Hood: Maybe Writhe for Me would be more apropos

~Fuller reaches down and grabs hold of Laree’s arm…he then locks in a vicious arm bar…it’s tight and placing a ton of strain on Laree’s arm. She winces in pain and reaches with her free hand for the ropes…however, her fingertips are several inches away from making contact. Fuller continues to apply the pressure as the fans cheer for Laree to hang in there~

Smith: Sean Fuller has Angelle Laree in a tight armbar…he’s obviously using that to set up Down the Alley.

Hood: Yea or maybe trying to get that French chick to quit.

Smith: Well, I guess she could submit…you don’t see that happen too often in an armbar though.

Hood: I make people submit via armbars all the time.

Smith: I absolutely do not believe that.

Hood: Give me your arm

Smith: Don’t touch me!

~Laree works her way to her feet, feeding off of the crowd support. She drags Fuller into a corner and climbs the turnbuckles as Fuller holds onto his armbar…it loosens a bit. Laree then leaps off the top rope and falls all the way to the floor!! Fuller’s arm snaps forward and nearly pulls his shoulder out of socket as he is forced to let go. He staggers back holding his right shoulder in pain. Laree, meanwhile, is lying on the outside holding her knees in pain from the impact. The fans cheer her slightly insane counter~

Smith: Well, I guess that’s one way to break an arm bar.

Hood: That bitch is certifiable…no wonder she’s a lesbian

Smith: And why would you say that?

Hood: She’s got crazy written all over her…no self respecting man would want to dip his pen in that radioactive ink.

Smith: I actually find her quite striking.

Hood: Like I said, no self respecting man

~Laree peeks up over the apron and sees Fuller favoring his shoulder. She quickly hops onto the apron and then onto the top rope…she spring boards off, flying at Fuller…Fuller greets her with a knee into the abdomen followed by a stiff forearm under the chin!! Laree falls back and is motionless on the mat as the fans cheers are silenced. Fuller had to use his tender arm during the maneuver, so he shakes it for a moment before going back after Laree~

Smith: Bleed for Me!! Again!

Hood: And she’s still not bleeding…maybe he needs to rename it “wince for me” or “roll around in pain for me” or “swell up in the morning for me”

Smith: Why don’t you offer him those suggestions?

Hood: And give that kind of genius away for free, no fucking way.

Smith: You’re just scared of him.

Hood: Only person in this world I’m afraid of matching my awesomeness is, of course, my reflection.

~Fuller yanks Laree to her feet and focuses his grip on the shoulder he weakened from his armbar a few moves earlier. He then hooks her and drives that shoulder into the mat with Down the Alley!! Laree is laid out flat on her back as Fuller makes a laid back pin attempt with Scruff sliding in for the count~

1!

2!

3!!!!

~Belvedere sounds the bell with the fans booing and makes the call~

Belvedere: Here is your winner….SEAN FULLER!!!!!

Smith: I hate to say it, but an impressive win for Sean Fuller.

Hood: I guess, he did take quite awhile to put that lesbian chick away.

Smith: You go in there and do a better job, I dare you.

Hood: Oh, I totally would…Sean Fuller has shown NOTHING to me…guy lets some blonde bimbo drag him around while acting like he’s some kind of psycho. PLEASE…he’s pussy whipped and won’t amount to anything more than a sideshow here in OCW…

~Hood suddenly shuts up when he sees Kaitlyn looking right at him…having heard everything he just said. After Angelle has been decimated Kaitlyn climbs into the ring to celebrate with her husband or so you would think because is that not the standard / typical protocol? Kaitlyn applauds Sean as she approaches him and he leans over to turn an ear to her to whisper in. Kaitlyn pulls to the left and points over in the direction of the announcer's table~

Smith: Uhh, Hood…I think they are talking about you.

Hood: Heh…nah, man, I’m sure they are simply discussing who they think will win Survivor this season.

~Kaitlyn requests a microphone and returns to her husband's side~

Kaitlyn: That's right, a couple weeks ago that man called me a very vulgar word that I dare not repeat.

~She holds the microphone to Sean's mouth~

Sean Fuller: Then I suggest we ask him into this ring right now and find out exactly why he did it before we make him apologize.

Kaitlyn: You heard my husband, Hood. How about you sack up and come in this ring and explain your actions."

~Sean cracks his knuckles and then crosses his arms as Hood hesitantly gets up from his seat and heads to the ring to climb inside and confront the crazy head on~

Hood: Look, Fuller…I’m sorry I called your stupid wife a bitch or slut or whore or whatever…to be honest, I don’t really remember. She’s simply a jizz stain on the rag we call life…now, if you will excuse me, I have an imbecilic partner to sit by and a bitching main event to call…a main event you’re not in, by the way.

~Not liking Hood's attitude (response) one bit Sean turns away with unsettling laughter. Sean turns back and in the same motion levels Hood with a forearm to the throat, but before he can hit the canvas Sean grabs his right wrist and pulls him in and hoists him up. Sean runs Hood into the corner and delivers several shoulder thrusts. A couple portly security guards hit the ring, but Sean sends them on an over the top rope trip for their troubles. Sean turns back to Hood, who is trying to find his way to freedom. Sean stalks behind Hood, smiling as he enjoys watching the little ant run away from the magnifying glass that would burn him up. Finally Sean grabs Hood and twists his arm around several times and yanks on it (wristlock, with extra torque). Sean drags Hood over to the corner and wraps his arm around the top rope and hammers away on it with several forearms to the shoulder after to soften it up real good~

Kaitlyn: What am I again, Hood?

~Sean senses the smart ass nature coming up and grabs Hood by the throat before he can spit out anything because the only thing that should come out is a clump of blood. Sean hooks Hood up from behind and lifts Hood over the top rope. Sean grins as he applies a dragon sleeper to Hood over the top rope, but after a look to the left and a look to the right Sean kicks Hood's feet off the side of the ring and he just dangles there~

Kaitlyn: That's right Hood... SCREAM FOR ME! (she laughs) Seriously, that is what he calls this little submission of his. Of course he usually just applies body scissors, but since you were so disrespectful he adapted to give you a special kind of punishment.

~Security tries to pull Sean off but to no avail. Sean releases Hood finally and he face plants the padded gymnasium floor. Sean turns to the security and drops the first one to make a move with the "DTA" and then the second one gets caught in the "Scream For Me" (SFM) and again instead of the body scissors the security guard gets put over the top rope and soon after a couple sick glances to the fans from Sean the feet are kicked off the apron and the poor guard is left to hang until Sean is told by his wife to relinquish and send the fat guard down on top of Hood. Angelle gets up and looks to get a measure of dignity back, but Sean delivers the "DTA" to her for good measure. "Circus For A Psycho" picks up as Sean heads to the back with Kaitlyn by his side~

Smith: Umm, well…folks…as much as my announce partner and I may quarrel during these shows…what I’ve just witnessed has left me shaken. Hopefully Hood is okay after what we just witnessed…as far as the main event, it looks as though I’m calling this one solo…

~We cut backstage where Dean is talking with Gavin in his bathroom office~

Dean: Okay, it’s booked…next week’s Main Event will be Brianna Casablancas and Alice Knight taking on Roach and Ian Bishop…that match will air LIVE from Shreveport, Louisiana.

Gavin Reed: Shreveport? Nice, casino town.

Dean: Damn straight, sucka

Gavin Reed: Just don’t go and blow all my money on a hand of black jack in an effort to pull yourself out of your poverty stricken predicament

Dean: Heh…

Gavin Reed: Let’s talk Lethal Lottery for next week…have you received all the teams?

Dean: Sure have and the matches will be revealed online later tonight

Gavin Reed: Excellent…see, Dean, with my brain, my money and…umm, you doing whatever it is you do…we make a great team.

~Gavin exits as Dean’s fist clinches so tight it breaks the pen in his hand. Yes, a pen. We cut back to ringside~

OCW Internet Championship
Kenshin Takamura (4-0) vs. “The Messiah of Mayhem” Noah Mackenzie (4-2)

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall and is for the OCW Internet Championship!!!

~”Sad but True” by Metallica begins to play as the fans stand and boo when they see Noah Mackenzie make his way to the ring, solo tonight, leaving Miranda behind. He makes his way to the ring and slowly enters, paying the fans no mind~

Belvedere: Introducing first, from Dublin, Ireland…standing 6’2 and weighing in at 231 lbs…”The Messiah of Mayhem” Noah Mackenzie!!!

~Noah’s theme dies out as “To Die For” by Concerto Moon starts up and the fans rise to their feet in support of Kenshin Takamura…he walks down to the ring with an intense look on his face, ready for the encounter~

Belvedere: And his opponent, from Tokyo, Japan…standing 6’1 and weighing in at 235lbs…he was OCW’s Newcomer of the Month for February…Kenshin Takamura!!!

~Belvedere exits the ring and sounds the bell. Mackenzie and Takamura measure each other up as you can feel the tension in the air amongst the fans who are ready to see this match get underway~

Smith: Alright, folks…after Hood’s unfortunate incident, I’m seated next to Skytz for tonight’s action…Skytz?

Skytz: Shibbity doo bop ah wow!

Smith: English would be nice.

Skytz: In other words, let’s get it on!

~Mackenzie and Takamura circle each other around the middle of the ring, each man waiting for the other to make a move. Takamura throws a half hearted kick at Mackenzie, perhaps testing him. Mackenzie charges in at Takamura, displaying great quickness but Takamura responds with an arm drag! Mackenzie quickly gets back up and charges at Takamura again and again he’s slung across the ring with an arm drag!! Mackenzie rushes to his feet a third time and charges in…Takamura drops him with another arm drag but holds on this time, locking Mackenzie in a tight arm bar~

Smith: Intense start to this one…Noah wants to get this match at a fast pace whereas Kenshin is perfectly fine with keeping The Messiah of Mayhem grounded.

Skytz: So, which one of these guys is from Japan?

Smith: I hate to be ‘that’ guy…but seriously, you can’t tell by looking?

Skytz: I’m sorry, but I don’t see color or racial stereotypes…everyone looks like a blank avatar to me.

Smith: While I don’t necessarily believe that, congrats on your politically correctness.

Skytz: Precisely…black, white, brown…I don’t judge, hell even half pint, midget people with small, fat hands are cool too.

Smith: Ugh

~Mackenzie tries to work out of the arm bar and makes it to his feet. He straightens up and places his free, off hand into Takamura’s chin, backing him up against the ropes. Noah whips Takamura off the ropes…he rushes across the ring, bounces off the other set of ropes and Noah goes for a spinning heel kick…Takamura ducks under it and hits the ropes again, he comes flying off and leaps through the air, nailing Noah with a flying forearm!! Noah flies backwards and quickly rolls out of the ring to gather himself as the fans cheer Takamura~

Smith: Right now, Kenshin Takamura is one step ahead of the speedy Noah Mackenzie.

Skytz: Takamura pearl harbored Noah…what an ironic twist of fate!

Smith: Okay, Skytz…let’s get one thing straight…TAKAMURA is Japanese, NOT Noah Mackenzie.

Skytz: Oh, shit, really?

Smith: Yes.

Skytz: Fuck, now that you mention it, I can totally see it.

~Noah stumbles around on the outside, flustered and frustrated. He looks up into the ring at Takamura and hops onto the apron. He yells at Takamura from the apron as Takamura approaches. Scruff tries to get in the middle of both men with Noah being on the outside. He tells Takamura to back away, Takamura’s attention is removed from Noah for a moment. Noah reaches out, grabs the back of Takamura’s head and leaps off the apron, jamming Takamura’s throat into the top rope!! Noah lands on his feet on the outside as Takamura falls onto his back in the ring, the fans boo the dick move~

Smith: Seriously? Scruff just needs to stay as far away as possible…NOTHING he does ever works.

Skytz: Some deep throat action there!

Smith: Excuse me?

Skytz: The Japanese fella…his throat suffered a deep impact.

Smith: Oh, okay

~Noah quickly slides into the ring and gets on top of Takamura, he rains down lefts and rights onto the head of Takamura as Kenshin looks to cover up. He finds the ropes and grasps the bottom rope. Scruff rushes in and is able to get Noah off of Takamura. Noah yanks Takamura to his feet and locks his hands around the back of Takamura’s head. He starts to deliver several knees to the head of Kenshin. Kenshin backs into a corner, having difficulty breaking the grip Noah’s got. Noah finally delivers a stronger knee that the previous ones and Kenshin’s head flies back with Noah releasing his grip. Kenshin leans into the corner with a glazed look in his eyes. Noah takes a few steps backs…jumps in the air and dropkicks Kenshin into the corner!! Kenshin comes staggering out as Noah gets back to his feet, scoops Kenshin up and drops him to the mat with a quick scoop slam!! The fans boo as Noah pops to his feet looking quite proud of himself~

Smith: Some nice MMA skills shown there by Noah Mackenzie…didn’t realize that was in his arsenal.

Skytz: Explain what MMA is to me.

Smith: No.

Skytz: Is it anything like S&M

Smith: I guess, maybe from a violence perspective

Skytz: I’m already a fan

~Noah heads to the corner and climbs up onto the second rope…he positions himself and waits for Kenshin to get to his feet. Kenshin slowly begins to rise as Noah leaps off, going for a cross body…Kenshin catches Noah in midair! Kenshin positions Noah and tosses him over the back of his head with a Fallaway Slam…Noah, though, displays tremendous athleticism in flipping enough to land on his hands and feet. He pops back to his feet as Kenshin, unknowingly, gets to his ready to continue his assault. As he turns to face Noah he receives a spinning heel kick right to the face. Noah then follows it up with a small package for a pin, Scruff slides in for the count~

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Kick Out!!

Smith: Wow, great athleticism by Noah Mackenzie and it nearly won him the Internet Title!

Skytz: That guy can really flip around and stuff…you can make a lot of money with those moves on stage, you know.

Smith: Like broadway?

Skytz: Sure, some ‘performers’ might call it that.

~Noah pops back to his feet as Kenshin gets to his knees…while on his knees, he receives a drop kick to the head from Noah! Kenshin hits the mat hard and, instinctively, rolls outside to catch recover. Noah walks around the ropes, watching Kenshin on the outside. Kenshin, standing near the apron blinks rapidly and winces as his head is obviously ringing from the last couple of kicks he absorbed. Noah latches onto the top rope and takes a chance. He propels himself over the top with a corkscrew dive…Kenshin, though, steps back and catches Noah in the air! He has Noah in his arms, positions him in a slam position and goes for another Fall Away Slam! This time, when he tosses Noah over his head, Noah lands hard on the floor outside with a huge thud! Kenshin lands fairly hard as well, but is able to get to his feet and roll inside the ring as Scruff begins a ten count with Noah on his back wincing outside~

Smith: With those high risk moves…you win some and you lose some.

Skytz: Why is the homeless ref counting? Is he rating that move on a scale of one to ten and simply going to stop when he gets to his rating?

Smith: No, that’s not it at all…how…why…why would you even think that?

Skytz: Just trying to use common sense here.

Smith: Does Dean seriously screen ANYONE before hiring them in this company?

~Kenshin gets to his feet and walks around the ring catching his breath as he overhears Scruff counting. Kenshin looks outside and sees Noah on all fours reaching for the steps as he works to regain his footing. Kenshin decides to take matters into his own hands and heads outside. He grabs Noah and hurls him into the ring, sliding in behind Noah. Scruff ceases his count as both men are back inside the ring. Kenshin grabs the arm of Noah and quickly locks in a tight arm bar. He presses his knee into the shoulder and neck of Noah, applying a ton of pressure as Noah winces from the hold~

Smith: Kenshin is such a competitor…Noah probably would’ve made it back in, but he didn’t want to risk a cheap victory.

Skytz: So, I guess the ref rated that move a seven, then?

Smith: Forget that, Skytz…do you see how Kenshin is applying that move?

Skytz: You mean how he’s like assaulting the guy with makeup?

Smith: Yes.

Skytz: Okay…I see that.

Smith: That’s called softening your opponent up…he’s weakening Noah’s head and neck area so his Takamura Drivers, both one and two, will have a more profound effect later on.

Skytz: Ahhh…so, kind of like moistening a lady friend up for some happy action fun time.

Smith: Perhaps you should just stop talking.

~Noah realizes he needs to get out of this hold as quickly as possible with a numbness beginning to take over the areas Kenshin remains focused on. He reaches up with his free hand and tries to claw at Kenshin’s face, but Kenshin pulls his head back, making it impossible for Noah to grab or poke anything. Noah then kicks his legs around and is able to re-position Kenshin…in doing so, Noah’s legs are pointed at the ropes…he reaches out and is finally able to hook one of his feet on the bottom rope. Scruff calls for a release…Kenshin immediately complies. Kenshin gets to his feet and kicks Noah in the head and neck area as Noah was trying to get to his feet. After a few stiff boots, Kenshin yanks Noah to his feet and whips him into the ropes, Noah bounces off and Kenshin throws a lariat at Noah…Noah ducks, hits the ropes, bounces off and leaps in the air for a cross body…Kenshin catches him! Kenshin tosses Noah over his shoulder…positions him down for like a tombstone, but, instead of drilling him into the mat, he drops Noah’s head and neck across his knee!! Noah falls onto the mat, clutching the impacted area in pain~

Smith: Noah almost had something going but…back to the weakened area.

Skytz: So, is Noah going to do anything or is the extremely good looking asian man going to dominate him the entire time?

Smith: Are you taking a liking to Kenshin Takamura?

Skytz: Hey, I’m not afraid to admit when I see a handsome man.

Smith: That’s mighty secure of you, Skytz.

Skytz: Or blow him.

Smith: Wait…what?!

~Kenshin walks over to Noah and quickly applies the armbar again while applying the knee into Noah’s head and neck. The anger and frustration is painted all over Noah’s face. He wastes no time in trying to get out of the hold. He throws all his weight in one direction and is able to spin out from under Kenshin’s knee. Free to sort of move, Noah gets to his feet, but Kenshin twists the arm, attempting to remain in control. Noah walks into a corner and begins to climb the ropes…he gets to the top rope and is facing Kenshin, who still has Noah’s arm…albeit loosely. Noah leaps off and hooks his legs around Kenshin’s head and neck for a huricanrana…he delivers it and sends Kenshin flying across the ring!! Kenshin, though, held onto Noah’s arm as long as he could and as he goes flying, he nearly yanks Noah’s arm out of its socket! Noah rolls around clutching his arm and shoulder in pain as Kenshin sits up, holding his head in pain~

Smith: Somebody had better check on Noah’s arm…he may have a dislocated shoulder or…

Skytz: Or a bad case of Masturs Disease.

Smith: Scuse me? I’m unaware of that disability.

Skytz: It’s when you masturbate too much and your elbow and shoulder get all fucked.

Smith: I’m pretty sure we can rule that one out.

Skytz: Good thing cause it hurts like a bitch and really cramps your personal life.

~Kenshin makes it to his feet first as Noah’s arm still appears to be messed up. Kenshin walks over and grabs Noah by the air…Noah responds with a quick shot to the groin!! Kenshin falls to his knees in pain as Noah is on his knees. Face to face, Noah uses his good arm and drills an elbow into Kenshin’s chin, knocking him over. Noah quickly hops to his feet and rushes to the nearest corner…he climbs to the top, with his left arm, the weakened arm, limp. He leaps off and drills a right elbow into the throat area of Kenshin as the fans boo Noah’s offensive skill set. Noah gets to his feet and walks around, working his left arm back and forth~

Smith: Meet the new Noah Mackenzie…win at all costs.

Skytz: It’s all about getting paid, Smith…you should hear about some of the shit my girls have to do to earn an extra dolla dolla, yo.

Smith: Maybe next time.

Skytz: Okay, so like after the next series of moves?

Smith: No, next time as in February of 3023.

Skytz: I will check and see if that date is available and get back with you.

Smith: Terrific.

~Noah pulls Kenshin to his feet and whips him into a nearby corner. Noah rushes in and drills Kenshin with a big splash!! Noah lifts Kenshin up as best he can with one good arm and gets him on the top turnbuckle. He starts to climb up there, looking for a superplex. Noah goes to lift Kenshin off, but his left arm gives out. Noah drops to the mat, clutching his arm and shoulder in pain. Kenshin, meanwhile, stands up on the top rope…Noah’s back is now to Kenshin as Kenshin reaches out, grabs Noah and climbs on his shoulders. Noah winces as the pain of Kenshin’s weight on his weakened left side is nearly too much to bear. Kenshin goes for a roll up, but Noah blocks it! Noah then keeps Kenshin in a bent over position while on his shoulders and sits out, drilling Kenshin’s head into the mat with a Joker Driver!! Kenshin’s shoulders are against the mat as Noah holds on for pin attempt…Scruff slides in for the count~

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Kick Out!!

Smith: The Mackenzie Driver! Noah hit the Mackenzie Driver but Kenshin was able to kick out of it!

Skytz: Damn! That looked like that hurt.

Smith: You ain’t just whistling Dixie, Skytz.

Skytz: Shibbity bop awow!

~Kenshin rolls out of the pin as Noah gets to his feet. Kenshin leaps forward and spears Noah to the mat! Noah hits hard as Kenshin reaches for Noah’s left arm…Noah fights with him, knowing if Kenshin does anymore damage to that arm and neck area, it could cost him the match. Noah reaches up and jams a thumb into Kenshin’s eye, paralyzing him for a moment. Noah gets to his feet and clutches his abdomen for a moment…an obvious effect from the spear. Noah waits for Kenshin as he gets to his feet with one eye shut…Noah hooks Kenshin’s head in a snapmare…he goes for a KENTA kick but Kenshin knees Noah in the kidney. He then breaks out of the snapmare and hooks Noah’s head under his arm and lifts Noah up in the air for a reverse suplex…he holds Noah up in the air for several seconds before dropping him with a reverse brainbuster!! The fans pop huge for the move as Noah is motionless..Kenshin rolls him over and goes for the pin…Scruff makes the count~

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Shoulder Up!!

Smith: How did Noah Mackenzie kick out of that? His neck and shoulder must be useless by now…

Skytz: He didn’t kick out of it, he got his shoulder up.

Smith: You’re turning into Mr. Literal now, huh?

Skytz: Just trying to keep things on the up and up.

~Kenshin returns to his feet, yanking Noah to his. He whips Noah into the ropes, Noah bounces off and Kenshin tosses him across the ring with an arm drag on Noah’s left arm! Noah flies across the ring and slides out under the bottom rope. He crouches on the outside, clutching his arm. Scruff goes outside to check on Noah. Kenshin heads out there as well. Kenshin and Scruff begin to talk as Noah reaches under the ring with his good hand and pulls a chair out. He gets to his feet and swings the chair at Kenshin. Kenshin is able to grab the chair before it hits his head and he kicks Noah in the gut. Kenshin tears the chair away from Noah’s grasp and tosses it to the ground. He goes to toss Noah back into the ring as Scruff slides in…but Noah elbows Kenshin in the gut and then slams Kenshin face first into the mat! Noah twirls Kenshin around and drops him with an Implant DDT into the steel chair!! The fans boo as Noah slides into the ring, crawls into a corner and clutches his left arm. Scruff begins the ten count as Kenshin is motionless on the outside~

Smith: C’mon, Scruff…pay attention…do your job!

Skytz: What was wrong with that?

Smith: Isn’t it obvious? Noah smashed Kenshin’s face into that steel chair.

Skytz: It’s not his fault it was just laying there like a comatose hooker.

Smith: That happen to you often?

Skytz: You’d be surprised how many guys actually request it…they often look like you.

Smith: Whatever!

~Scruff counts away, eclipsing the half way mark as he hits six. Noah urges Scruff to count faster. The fans yell for Kenshin to get to his feet…the Japanese superstar slowly does, using the steel steps as leverage. His arms are now on the apron as he looks up at Scruff and sees nine fingers high in the air followed by the last warning before an official count out. Kenshin throws himself back into the ring as the fans erupt with cheers and Scruff ends the count at somewhere between nine and a half and nine and fifty-five fifty-sevenths. Noah visibly yells “Fuck” as he gets to his feet and charges at Kenshin…he drills Kenshin in the head with a running knee. Noah then pulls Kenshin to his feet, grabs him with his right arm in that snapmare again and lifts his leg up for a KENTA kick…he connects this time as Kenshin’s body falls back. Noah goes for the pin and Scruff makes the count~

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Kick Out!!

Smith: I thought it was over for sure there!

Skytz: That guy’s nastier than gas station sushi.

Smith: Worst mistake of my life.

Skytz: Eh, I wouldn’t go that far…probably worst mistake I made that week, though.

~Noah gets to his feet and he yanks Kenshin back to his…he delivers a couple of right forearm uppercuts to keep Kenshin stabilized. He then moves to toss Kenshin back over the top rope…Kenshin, though, grabs Noah’s left arm and leaps over the top rope and holds onto it as he drops to the floor on his feet, jamming it against the top rope! Noah falls back, holding it in pain. Kenshin rolls into the ring and makes it to his feet…he yanks Noah’s to his and whips him, left shoulder first, into the nearest corner. Noah hits hard and stumbles out…Kenshin scoops him up and drills him with a cradle tombstone piledriver!! He holds down on Noah’s legs with his shoulders against the mat for a pin~

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Kick Out!!

Smith: Whoa…closest one yet…Takamura Driver II almost won Kenshin the Internet Championship.

Skytz: Are these guys all on drugs…how do they not stay down?

Smith: Plenty of time to sleep later, Skytz…right now, this is all about the gold.

Skytz: I can see why my women don’t do much business around here..these guys are all too fucking tired after the show.

~Kenshin rolls back, over his head and to his feet. Noah’s body falls to the side as he appears to be pretty well spent at this point. Kenshin yanks Noah to his feet and whips him into a corner…Noah slams hard and leans against the turnbuckles. Kenshin walks up and kicks Noah in the gut. He lifts Noah up and sets him on the top rope. Kenshin climbs up there with him and motions for something big. The crowd rises to their feet as Kenshin picks Noah up and places him on his shoulder while standing on the top rope. He positions him for a tombstone piledriver before leaping off and drilling Noah in the ring from the top rope with the Takamura Driver II!!! The impact separates Kenshin from Noah…Kenshin crawls over and rolls Noah onto his back, he makes the cover as Scruff counts~

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Kick Out!!

Smith: Yeeeeeeiiiiikessss!!

Skytz: Noah Mackenzie is a zombie!

Smith: The grizzled veteran from Dublin won’t stay down!

Skytz: The asian fellow…he is asian, right? I’ve got the right guy?

Smith: Ugh, yes.

Skytz: Just making sure…the asian guy looks defeated…look into his eyes, like a man who can’t get it up…he’s starting to think he can’t win this.

~Kenshin gets to his feet and kicks Noah in the head angrily…showing a bit of frustration that Noah won’t stay down. The crowd suddenly reacts in a major way as Gavin Reed rushes down to ringside with a look of concern on his face. Kenshin rolls his eyes and heads towards the ropes. He issues a warning for Gavin not to get involved. Gavin leaps onto the apron and grabs Kenshin’s arm…Kenshin tries to wrestle it away. He finally does and, in doing so, turns around…when he turns around, Noah is on his feet…Noah lifts Kenshin up and drops him with Mackenzie Driver for a second time!! He pins Kenshin as Gavin counts from the apron~

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KICK OUT!!

Smith: Yes! Kenshin kicked out in spite of Gavin’s blatant cheating!

Skytz: These guys keep dropping each other on their heads…how is this safe?

Smith: It just shows what these men are willing to go through to be a champion here in OCW.

Skytz: It’s crazy how a person can get destroyed for dropping one baby on its head…yet these guys do it constantly and get cheered.

Smith: I’m not really sure that’s even on the same level as far as a comparison goes.

~Gavin yells at Scruff complaining of a slow count. He heads outside and grabs the chair Noah had unearthed earlier. He moves to slide it into the ring but, before he can, someone runs out from the back and yanks the chair from Gavin’s hands. Gavin turns around and walks right into a chair shot between the eyes courtesy of Danny B!! Gavin falls flat on his back, knocked out. Noah, standing near the ropes, yells at Danny B…Danny B hauls off and drills Noah in the head with the steel chair before hurling it into the crowd. They cheer Danny B…he doesn’t seem to care as he did this for his own rather than for them. Danny B exits the ringside area, with his work done. Meanwhile, Noah is laid out in the ring as Kenshin crawls over and throws his arm on Noah’s chest…Scruff makes the count~

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Kick Out!!

Smith: Despite the home run shot by Danny B, Noah STILL is able to kick out!

Skytz: That was spaghetti with meatballs extra sauce good!

Smith: String or shell noodles?

Skytz: Fuckin both, man!

Smith: My favorite!

~Kenshin gets to his feet and yanks Noah right back to his, he quickly tosses Noah over his shoulder and backs into a corner, preparing to drill Noah with a running powerslam. As he takes off, though, Noah grabs the top rope with his foot and is able to get off of Kenshin’s shoulder. He falls to the mat as Kenshin stumbles forward. Noah gets to his feet and Kenshin turns around…Noah drills him with a superkick!! Kenshin falls on his back as Noah turns around and goes to lift himself straight to the top in one motion. His left arm gives out and Noah falls to the mat holding his arm in pain~

Smith: You have got to believe Noah was going for Dublin Sky there.

Skytz: Why did he just fall to the mat like that, does he not want to win?

Smith: Have you not paid attention to anything? His left arm is basically dead at this point.

Skytz: Ohhh, yea, that’s right.

~Noah makes it to his feet with his arm still in pain…he stumbles over to Kenshin who is on all fours and gives him a stiff kick into the ribs. Kenshin flops over onto his back, motionless. Noah heads back to the ropes and carefully climbs to the top using primarily his right hand. He looks down at Kenshin and prepares to leap off…Kenshin hasn’t moved an inch~

Smith: Dublin Sky, here we come.

Skytz: Is it just me or has your penis dublinned in size as well?

Smith: For a pimp, you tell sex jokes very poorly.

Skytz: Always do things half assed, that’s my motto.

~Noah leaps off with his Shooting Star Leg Drop from the top rope, Kenshin, however, kicks up from his back while Noah is in mid air and catches Noah as he finishes rotating! Kenshin hooks his leg, lifts him up and drills him into the mat with a Small Package Driver!! Noah’s body flatlines as Kenshin goes for the pin, Scruff makes the count~

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3!!!!

~The crowd erupts as Belvedere rings the bell~

Belvedere: Here is your winner….AND NEW OCW INTERNET CHAMPION…KENSHIN TAKAMURA!!!!!

~Scruff retrieves the historic OCW Title from Belvedere and hands it to Kenshin. Kenshin clutches it in his arms and falls back against the ropes with sheer joy and euphoria on his face. Scruff raises his hand in the air as the crowd begins to chant his name. Noah rolls out of the ring looking disgusted. He finds Gavin laid out on the ground and turns to find nobody around~

Smith: Kenshin has done it! He fought through a Battle Royal at Resurrection and has now defeated The Messiah of Mayhem to become our NEW Internet Champion!

Skytz: That guy deserves a celebration tonight…I’m going to hand him one of my catalogs displaying my inventory of vag.

Smith: Whatever, I don’t care…this moment is all about Kenshin Takamura and his quest for gold culminating into a great moment here in Lubbock, Texas. Congratulations, Kenshin!

~Smith puts down the headset as does Skytz. Skytz searches for his catalogue as Smith gives Kenshin a standing ovation. Kenshin climbs to the top rope and hoists the title over his head proudly. The fans continue to cheer for him and chant his name as Massacre comes to a close~

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OOC: Okay guys, there's the show...hope you enjoyed it....

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Alice: Black Out 2 Video and Poster
Trevor: Payne/Bishop & Terry/MJ

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On a scale of 1-10, how would you rate this Show:
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