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OCW Presents: Monday Night Massacre
Live! March 10th, 2014
From the Bossier Parrish Community College Gymnasium in Shreveport, Louisiana

~Massacre opens up with a shot of the parking lot outside of the Bossier Parrish Community College Gymnasium in Shreveport, Louisiana. An old, beat up car is the focal point of our attention as the silhouette of a slender figure is seen moving around in the back seat. We start to zoom in as the back door opens and Alice Knight emerges. Stepping out, she stretches her arms out to the side and emits a rather large “yawwwwwwwn”. A pillow and edge of a blanket are slightly hanging out of her open car door. Alice just shuts it, with part of the blanket hanging out and heads for the Bossier Parrish Community College Gymnasium, already dressed in her ring gear. Several moments pass after her exit when we see OCW superstar, Roach appear from the shadows of the parking lot with an aluminum bat in his hand. Suddenly, the voices of OCW’s announcers jump in~

Smith: Hood…is…is that Roach?

Hood: Yes, who else would it be? Flea?

Smith: He isn’t going to attack Alice’s car, is he?

Hood: No, he isn’t.

Smith: Oh, good

Hood: He’s going to destroy her HOME!

Smith: Oh no!!

~Roach begins to swing away, taking the bat to the windows and multicolored exterior of Alice’s car. The windows shatter easily after a couple of swipes. Each swing which stings the metal frame of the car leaves a giant and obvious dent. Suddenly, the car begins to shake as Roach takes a step back~

Smith: What…what’s happening?

Hood: This isn’t like some kind of superhero contraption, is it?

Smith: It would be the most unassuming super hero vehicle ever.

Hood: No shit…

~The old, beat up jalopy finally gives out and just falls to pieces in front of Roach. Roach, at first, has a look of surprise on his face as he takes a few steps back. The surprised expression immediately succumbs to an overwhelmingly pleased demeanor. His mission has been accomplished. Proud of his achievement, Roach heads back towards the gymnasium as our shot lingers on what remains of Alice’s car and home~

Smith: It…it just fell apart!

Hood: Roach must have accidentally hit the self destruct button.

~Our scene immediately cuts to a random bathroom inside the gymnasium. Dean is seated behind his desk with a look of concern on his face after what he’s just witnessed. After a few moments of obvious inner turmoil, Dean slams his fist onto his table, stands up and exits. For some odd reason he is in wrestling gear…we don’t really know why and simply chalk it up to the fact he probably couldn’t afford a clean wardrobe for this evening. Anyway, he storms down the hallway and looks for a specific locker room~

Smith: Where is Dean going in such a hurry?

Hood: I have no idea. He was already in the bathroom.

~Finally, Dean reaches a door with “The Family” plastered on it. He rolls his eyes and bursts into the locker room. Roach and Ian are laughing over the destruction of Alice’s car. Roach’s bat is still in his hands. Instantly, they stop as they see Dean enter…Ian’s Central Title is draped over his shoulder~

Ian Bishop: Excuse me, ‘Prez’…but this locker room is for family members only.

Roach: Yea, so turn around and head back to your little office so we can focus on finishing what I just started.

~Dean approaches Roach…Roach lifts the aluminum bat and pokes it into Dean’s chest. Dean grabs the bat with his bare left hand and tries to yank it away. Roach holds on as the two have a slight struggle over the aluminum bat…it ultimately brings them nearly face to face. Dean glares through Roach with an intense stare…Roach, at first matches Dean’s intensity…however, that quickly turns into a cocky grin~

Roach: Let go of the bat, old man. You don’t want any part of this.

~Ian slowly approaches Dean with the Central Title in his hands, feeling the situation beginning to escalate. Quickly adding up the numbers involved in this situation, Dean slowly lets go of the bat and backs away from Roach. He lifts his index finger, pointing at the borderline psychotic family member~

Dean: No more shit tonight, you suckas got that?

~Dean turns to exit as Roach and Ian give him a half hearted nod. Roach, however, can’t let it go~

Roach: Sure, boss man…oh, and by the way, thanks for adding me to the match…that was an AWESOME choice on your end.

~Roach and Ian snicker as Dean stops in the door way. He lowers his head for a moment before turning around and walking right back up to Roach~

Dean: You thought THAT was an awesome choice? Well, I’ve got a better one…if you guys LOSE your match tonight against Brianna and Alice, you…

~Dean sticks his index finger into Roach’s chest~

Dean: Lose your spot in the Main Event at Black Out 2….sucka.

~Dean turns around and exits the Family’s locker room, feeling good about his decision. Roach, out of anger, swings the bat into the locker room wall, leaving a giant hole behind. Ian walks up to calm him down~

Ian Bishop: Don’t worry man, we got this…save your strength for later on. There’s no way those chicks beat us tonight.

~Roach nods, listening to the OCW Central Champion as we cut back to ringside. The camera pans the packed community college gymnasium as the fans stand and cheer. A few of the signs caught on camera read “Outside the Ropes was Robbed of an Oscar” a sign next to that with an arrow pointing at it reads “Oscars are for Movies, idiot”…we see a sign that says “Play Leprechaun goes to the Hood instead of TGO’s match tonight” and, finally, we see a sign saying “Beat Me Up, Sean!” We finally settle on the announce team of Hood and Smith with Hood looking pretty good considering the beating he took last week. “Comin in Hot” by Hollywood Undead dies out as we officially begin our broadcast of Massacre~

Smith: Hello again everyone and welcome to Monday Night Massacre!!

Hood: Dean can still fit into his wrestling tights!

Smith: That was an odd sight…you think he literally lost his shirt at the casino?

Hood: Nah, I don’t think they have tables that take bets that small.

Smith: Indeed! What about that news about Roach? He’s got a LOT on the line tonight.

Hood: Fucking bull shit propaganda if you ask me…I mean, do we know for SURE he’s in the Family? I’m still skeptical.

Smith: Are you serious? They celebrated after his beating of Alice and Brianna.

Hood: Dude, I high five people at bars all the time when they do something cool…doesn’t make us brothers. I think Dean is jumping to conclusions on this one.

Smith: You’re retarded.

Hood: Stop saying that, you’ll insult our fans.

Smith: Speaking of dumb people…it appears as though Steve Martyn is a no-go in tonight’s Battle Royal.

Hood: Whaaaaat? Why? He was like the fourteenth most anticipated wrestler I wanted to see tonight.

Smith: The official word I got was that he joined the church of Scientology and has given up on wrestling.

Hood: That damn Tom Cruise, he’s gone and stolen another meaningless, obscure, quasi celebrity.

Smith: So, in his place will be a brand new competitor to OCW.

Hood: Huh? What? A new guy…I didn’t see this reported on the OCW website!

Smith: Neither did I…apparently he’s looking to cash in on a golden opportunity tonight.

Hood: Finally, I’m tired of these ‘purists’…be open and honest by admitting you’re doing this for a stack of green backs.

Smith: We all know the kind of cash that comes with being a champion in OCW…or well, the kind of cash that USED to come with that

Hood: I’m sure the winner of this can snag a cool couple hundred bucks and a decent blow job backstage.

Smith: We should all be so lucky…

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is an over the top rope Battle Royal where the last man standing will receive an Internet Title shot at Black Out 2!!

~Generic house music plays as President Dean emerges from behind the curtain. He’s in generic tights and is wearing a replica zorro mask and a bright red, exaggerated mustache. He makes his way to the ring as the fans look on with confused expressions~

Belvedere: Introducing first, from anywhere but Houston Texas…he is not 6’7 and certainly doesn’t weight 285 lbs…ladies and gentlemen, please welcome…Not President Dean!!!

Smith: What is President Dean doing dressed like that?

Hood: What the fuck are you talking about? That is NOT President Dean…Dean is backstage trying to screw Mario’s family over.

Smith: You’ve got to be joking…that is OBVIOUSLY Dean.

Hood: He’s wearing a mask, dipshit…what, do you have x-ray vision all of a sudden?

Smith: You don’t need x-ray vision to tell that…you know what, never mind…let’s cut to something else while we sort this out and get the rest of the competitors into the ring.

~We cut backstage where workers are shown conversing as the show is going on. A business woman is speaking with a camera man but they are soon interrupted when “The Incredible” Ian Bishop shows up behind the business woman. Ian sternly looks at the camera man~

Ian Bishop: Get lost! Scram!

~The camera man quickly leaves as the business woman turns around with a smile on her face~

Business Woman: I was wondering when I’d see you tonight… besides later of course.

Ian Bishop: Sorry… is everything done? Is the package here?

Business Woman: You have to ask? Yes, the packages are here.

~The business woman hands Ian a briefcase. He opens it slightly to look in and closes it again. He smiles in approval. He then hands the business woman another briefcase as she tucks it under her arm~

Ian Bishop: This is perfect and the Family thanks you. Now remember, wait for my word.

~And with that Ian Bishop walks off the sight of the camera as we zoom in on the business woman who is smiling sadistically. We cut back to the announce table~

Smith: What do you think Ian Bishop has up his sleeve?

Hood: Oh man, I don’t know but I’d like to get to know more about “Business Woman”…she’s smoking

Smith: Totally irrelevant and a waste of time…let’s head down to ringside for our opening match of the evening!

Battle Royal for a Shot at the OCW Internet Title at Black Out 2

~Eleven OCW wrestlers stand in the ring, ready to battle it out for the chance to defeat Kenshin Takamura at Black Out 2. They all stand around, waiting for the twelve competitor to make his or her way down to the ringside area~

Hood: Who are we waiting on, Smith? Whoever could it be????

Smith: I think you know darn well who’s holding this up

~Suddenly, a light beam shoots up to the roof where we see a man in armor strapped to a cheap looking rocket. Cheesy sparklers shoot out of the back of the rocket as he wobbles its way down a zip line~

Hood: Look, it’s a bird…it’s a plane…it’s…it’s…

Smith: The most non-special effect I’ve ever seen…I mean, this is bad, even for OUR standards.

~It goes over the ring and the armored man falls from the rocket and lands flat on the mat. He’s motionless as all the competitors stand around and look at one another…nobody wants to touch the lifeless body and be accused of foul play or attempted necrophilia. Finally, TLS nuts up and walks over, picking the armored shell of a man up and ripping the helmet off. The unconscious face of Scoot Time is revealed to the world. TLS shakes his head with disgust and hurls the body of Scoot Time over the top rope, tossing the helmet aside~

Hood: SCOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT

Smith: What is going on here…doesn’t Mr. Syren know that we have business to get to? Black Out is only two weeks away…we don’t have time for this non…

~Smith is interrupted as a portion of the wooden bleachers explodes sending fans flying in all directions. Thankfully none of them are lawsuit worthy injured. Syren, wearing his armor, emerges from the hole in the bleachers and makes his way to the ring with the fans who weren’t tossed several feet away from the blast cheering him on~

Hood: There he is, Smith! There he is!!

Smith: I feel like I’m sitting next to my daughter at a Justin Bieber concert.

Hood: Whoa, hold the pay phone…you have a daughter?

Smith: Dangit

Hood: And where did this daughter come from, huh? Pixie dust? Because I’ve never seen you get close enough to a woman to create babies.

Smith: If you must know, she’s an underprivileged child that I sponsor.

Hood: Like she goes to public schools?

Smith: Nooooo, like she lives in a third world country and can barely afford to eat.

Hood: Hmm…well, perhaps if she’d use money on food rather than plane tickets to see Justin Bieber concerts she’d be able to afford a decent meal. Sounds to me like she’s a victim of bad personal decisions…you need to set a better example, Smith.

Smith: I am not taking quasi parenting advice from you…not in this or any lifetime.

~Amidst their meaningless quarrel Syren has entered into the ring, in full body armor, making all 12 participants available and ready for action. The bell rings. Syren looks across the ring at Not President Dean…he points at him. Not President Dean heads towards the middle of the ring~

Smith: What is going on here?

Hood: Apparently Syren doesn’t like the look of this new rookie.

Smith: Or maybe he wants a little pay back for all the times Dean booked Syren in crazy matches that had no bearing whatsoever into what he was trying to accomplish.

Hood: Damnit, man…would you do your job and get the rookie’s name right? Fucking amateur…

~Not President Dean lifts his hand up as Syren lifts his…the crowd is anticipating a brawl…a brawl which would most likely end badly for Not President Dean, seeing as his fist is clad in flesh rather than armor. Suddenly, rather than thrusting forward with devastating punches, the two men shake hands and embrace in an unlikely union! The crowd cheers what they are witnessing~

Smith: What the…this isn’t fair!

Hood: Syren evidently sees something he likes in this newcomer…it’s not every day Scott Syren aligns with a debuting wrestler.

Smith: Will you give it a rest!

~Syren’s armor tears Dean’s wrestling attire slightly…thanks in part to the rough, jagged metal being used and in part to the horribly cheap wrestling suit Dean is wearing. Dean rubs his hand across his pants, wiping the blood from his palm where Syren’s hand lacerated Dean’s tender flesh. It appears they are now ready to begin~

Smith: Why doesn’t he just book himself to win? Why let Syren wear that armor if it’s going to rip him to shreds every time he touches him…

Hood: You act as though Not President Dean has control over this…I mean, shit, if we’re going to travel to fantasy land and speak about stupid shit that couldn’t possibly happen…why doesn’t Dallas Steel grow wings and fly around the arena?

Smith: That is completely off base and you know it!

~Not President Dean and Syren make their way into a corner where the start to converse about things like Foreign politics and late night programming on Cinemax. Fuller looks over the top rope and shouts something to Kaitlyn…she rushes to the back, disappearing behind the corner. Everyone else works the odds in their head…mostly due to Syren’s armor and they chose to ignore Not President Dean and Syren for now. Carey immediately goes after TLS as everyone else begins to brawl. Carey nails TLS with a few stiff punches as TLS backs against the ropes. TLS lunges for Carey, but she ducks his arms and hops over the top rope to the outside!~

Smith: Huh?

Hood: Is that what people call being Epic these days?

Smith: I think Carey is doing her best TLS impression

Hood: He certainly seems to be confused

~TLS looks down at Carey confused as Stone comes up and kicks him in the back of the head, knocking him out. Carey stands on the outside smiling, feeling achieved in her successful distraction of TLS. Meanwhile, Ryan Hurlock is kicking Laree in a nearby corner. Laree finally blocks one of the kicks and climbs up to the middle rope. She leaps off, spins around and nails Hurlock with a roundhouse kick!! He staggers back…Laree rushes towards him and clotheslines Hurlock over the top rope!! He lands hard and is eliminated~

Smith: It ain’t no lie…bye bye bye!

Hood: At least it’s NSync this time and not the Backstreet Boys

Smith: In other news, Hurlock is eliminated.

Hood: How disappointing that it’s not at all disappointing.

~Fuller rushes up behind Laree and tries to dump her over the top rope! She hangs on to the top rope and is able to land safely on the apron. Fuller tries to push her out with his feet, but she has a vice grip on the bottom rope and eventually slithers her way back into the ring. Elsewhere, Dallas Steele is punching Jeremy Santos in the head as Santos back into a nearby corner. Steele climbs to the middle rope and starts to punch away. Santos, though, blocks the punches, hooks Steele around the legs and tosses him over the top turnbuckle, corner and ring post! Steele falls all the way to the ground landing hard…some speculate he may be dead~

Smith: Tough fall by Dallas Steele…but great strength shown by Jeremy Santos!

Hood: I’m telling ya, Dallas Steele needed to sprout those wings tonight

Smith: Now that’s impossible!

Hood: Okay, so three people are gone? Man, that was fast

Smith: Well, only two in my book…Carey did it to herself and she’s still out there watching TLS.

Hood: Like Jimmy Stewart from Rear Window?

Smith: Yes, but more epic

~Santos, having just eliminated Steele looks across the ring and sees Alexis Terry and Mia Stone going at it. Terry goes for a spinning heel kick but Stone ducks and Terry is halfway over the top rope. Stone tries to eliminate Terry but is having a tough time doing so. Santos rushes in and tries to eliminate them both! Stone lands on the apron and slides back in but Terry falls all the way to the outside and is officially eliminated from the match~

Smith: The runner up last month at Resurrection falls several kilometers shorter this time around.

Hood: She couldn’t handle The Santos!

Smith: Jeremy is looking very strong in this so far, that’s two eliminations.

Hood: Dude is officially my non-armored pick to win this thing.

~Santos lays a couple of stiff kicks to Stone as she remains on the mat…it effectively keeps her down. We focus back on Not President Dean and Syren as they are laughing it up over an old story about how Bifford defeated The Great One. Suddenly, Richard appears…he walks up and backhands Not President Dean across the face. Not President Dean’s mustache flies off of his face. Not President Dean glares at Richard…Richard takes a few steps back in fear~

Smith: Richard just knocked his mustache right off!

Hood: Who knew he possessed that kind of herculean strength!

Smith: I should have prefaced that by saying it was a FAKE mustache.

Hood: Just because your facial hair resembles a bunch of scraggly pubes doesn’t mean you have to hate on the rookie’s lost stache.

Smith: Shut up!

~Not President Dean does an exaggerated finger point right in Richard’s face as the crowd chants “YOU!~

Hood: Why are they mooing?

Smith: Get a hearing aid!

~Richard backs up against the ropes as Not President Dean charges in, Richard ducks and pulls down on the top rope. Not President Dean goes flying over the top rope where he lands on the outside!! He quickly gets to his feet staring up in the ring at Richard who has a look of shock on his face. The entire group of wrestlers still in the match share his look of shock. Suddenly, a bundle of confetti falls to the ring as everyone realizes Richard has just earned his first OCW victory. “Let it Rock” by Kevin Rudolf begins to play as the lights dim with a spotlight focused on Richard. Some obvious plant hurls a top hat into the ring. Richard puts it on and slides half of it down covering one of his eyes. The song gets to its chorus of “Because when I arrive…” and he begins to strut and dance. He starts to jive around with his thumbs out as a giant neon sign lowers with the words “Richard ________” lit up in neon green. ~

Smith: This is ridiculous…who threw the top hat in there?

Hood: *hiding his bag of Richard props under the announcers desk* Obviously a very big Richard fan, Smith.

Smith: Ugh

~The fun instantly ceases when a giant armored hand reaches out and grabs Richard by the neck. He hurls Richard through the air and out of the ring. Richard goes flying far out of site while he screams “Ahhhhhhh”…his scream trails off as he soars through the air and lands who knows where. The lights come back on as Syren in his full metal armor stands in the middle of the ring, ready to avenge Not President Dean’s departure. Not President Dean claps for Syren as he makes his way to the back~

Smith: Umm, where did Richard go and how did Syren do that?

Hood: It’s best if we don’t ask questions

Smith: Indeed

~Laree steps up to challenge Syren first, she throws a kick but it clangs against his metal. She grabs her shin in pain. Santos goes for a lariat next, only to find his arm rejected back by the metallic surface. Everyone else kind of looks at one another like “This is impossible”. Fuller quickly climbs to the top rope and motions towards the back for something. Kaitlyn suddenly appears at the top of the ramp with a giant magnet on wheels! She wheels it halfway down the ramp and nods towards Fuller~

Smith: A giant magnet???

Hood: No way, that’s probably like some kind of Bat signal or something

Smith: I think your boy may be in trouble.

~Fuller points at Kaitlyn to begin…she turns the magnet on. Syren slowly turns his armored head in the direction of the magnet. His armor begins to shake. Suddenly, his whole body flies out of the ring and smacks onto the magnet! Syren remains stuck there as the fans look on in awe. Fuller can’t help but to laugh as Kaitlyn appears overly pleased~

Smith: Scott Syren has been eliminated!!

Hood: No he hasn’t, dumbass! His feet never touched!

Smith: Yea, well there’s no way he gets back to the ring without touching the ground so, he’s done.

Hood: Scott will find a way.

~Syren’s armored body isn’t moving as the magnet pull is too strong. Back inside the ring the action has continued on without him. Fuller goes after Laree who is still nursing her leg injury from kicking Syren. He whips Laree across the ring, she bounces off the ropes, Fuller puts his head down and Laree stops and kicks Fuller in the face!! Fuller staggers back against the ropes as Laree measures him up. She charges in, Fuller ducks and lifts Laree over the top rope and to the outside!! Laree lands hard and is eliminated~

Smith: For the second straight week, Fuller defeats Angelle Laree

Hood: Why do people run around in these fucking matches…it’s fucking stupid

Smith: Not as stupid as wearing an armored suit

Hood: HEY! First off that magnet is total bullshit…second, Scott mother fucking Syren has come back from worse…just wait and see.

~Syren’s body begins to move a bit on the magnet as he’s adjusting to the strength it requires to move around. Slowly, he begins to work one arm out of a metal sleeve. Kaitlyn watches on, not at all worried with what’s going on. Back inside the ring, Fuller is brawling with Santos. Fuller has Santos backed up against the ropes. Santos goes to clothesline Fuller over the top rope…Fuller, though, ducks and lifts Santos over the top rope!! Santos lands on the apron!! Santos rushes to the nearest corner, scales it and leaps off with a flying clothesline!! It takes Fuller down in the middle of the ring! Elsewhere, Stone has TLS backed into a corner where she applies several vicious chops. Stone whips TLS out of the corner and across the ring. Stone rushes in behind TLS…TLS reaches the corner and stops…he jumps over Stone as Stone runs right into the corner. TLS leaps up and drops Stone with a backstabber!! The fans watch as TLS is finally showing signs of life in this one~

Smith: The Lost Soul, um, lives!

Hood: And she’s STILL out there…she looks like a statue

Smith: Eh, she’s moving more than Syren is at the moment

Hood: Oh, that is so not FUCKING true…LOOK!! Syren’s right arm is free!

Smith: Sooooo what

~With his right arm free, Syren uses it to easily free his left arm. He then begins to work on his helmet and body armor. Kaitlyn still doesn’t pay it any attention, focusing on the match inside the ring. We do the same. TLS gets to his feet and he pulls Stone to hers. TLS goes to deliver a fame asser to Mia Stone in the middle of the ring. At that moment, Carey leaps onto the apron and yells at TLS….this pisses TLS off as he leaves Mia Stone alone and walks towards Carey staring right through her. Stone recovers and walks up behind TLS…she hooks The Lost Soul’s arm, lifts him up and drops him with an Elevated Double Chickenwing Facebuster!! TLS is completely unconscious as Stone lifts him up and hoists him over the top rope and to the floor! TLS lands hard. Carey stands over him, looking down at her accomplishment before exiting the ringside area. The fans cheer The Lost Soul’s elimination and Carey as she walks past them and heads to the back~

Smith: Nooo!! One of the early favorites is gone…

Hood: I guess Carey accomplished her mission.

Smith: Happy Days!

~Syren’s head and chest are now exposed as they have been freed from their metal confines. He sits up and leans forward, working on his legs. Kaitlyn yells out at Sean…Sean looks at Syren who is nearly freed. He smirks and rolls his eyes, this restores Kailtyn’s level of comfort. We focus back in on the in-ring action. Stone jumps Fuller from behind while his attention was still on the Syren situation. She elbows him in the back of the head. Quickly, she turns Fuller around and DDTs him to the mat!! Santos rushes in and kicks Stone in the head before she can get up. Santos lifts Stone to her feet, kicks her in the gut and hoists her high for a suplex. He backs up near the ropes and goes to suplex Stone out of the ring!! Stone, though, lands on the apron! She twirls Santos around and knees him through the ropes…she goes for a suplex on him…she tries to life him out of the ring, but Santos blocks it!! Santos then lifts Stone up and suplexes her back into the ring!! Stone lands hard. Santos turns around but, as he does, is nailed with a superkick from Sean Fuller!! Santos goes over the top rope~

Smith: Santos is eliminated!

Hood: Hold the cellular telephone…he’s not out yet!

Smith: Oh, my bad!

~Santos holds onto the top rope and keeps both feet from touching. He swivels his hips to the side and is able to get back onto the apron. At this point, Sean has assumed Santos is eliminated. He goes back after Stone. Fuller yanks Stone to her feet, as he does, she kicks him in the gut. Fuller doubles over and Stone bounces off the ropes and rushes at Fuller, Fuller lunges towards her for a lariat, Stone ducks! Fuller staggers into the ropes, Stone runs at him for a clothesline but Fuller ducks and lifts Stone over the top rope and to the outside! Stone lands hard and is eliminated from the match. Santos rushes out of nowhere and lifts Fuller over the top rope as he paused for a second, staring at Stone. Fuller lands on the apron and quickly slides back in~

Smith: Mia Stone is eliminated…good showing from her though.

Hood: Yea, it’s hard to beat a guy who wrestles in Battle Royals on a weekly basis.

Smith: What are you talking about?

Hood: At least, that’s how Sean Fuller’s career feels to me.

~Back on the magnet, Syren has freed both legs and he quickly rolls over to face the backstage area. As he does, his crotch is immediately sucked onto the magnet. Syren winces in pain at first. Suddenly, his wincing turns into a lightbulb over his head as he realizes he forgot one item. Syren reaches down into his pants. Women shriek and hide their children’s eyes. He unearths a dick piercing. It is a butterfly dick ring with emerald eyes. Syren throws it at Kaitlyn, it hits her in the forehead. She bends over in pain. Syren then throws up two middle fingers towards the backstage area and waits patiently free from the magnetic pulse~

Smith: What is he doing??

Hood: Did he just propose to Kaitlyn?

Smith: Uhhh, I don’t think that’s what I’d call that

Hood: You think she’ll say yes?

Smith: IT WASN’T A PROPOSAL!

Hood: I mean, how could you say no, right?

~Meanwhile, back in the ring, Santos had stomped on Fuller several times after he rolled back into the ring. Currently, Santos has Fuller under his arm and drops him with a Sitout Side Slam!! Fuller arches his back in pain as Santos gets to his feet. He yanks Fuller to his and drags him near the ropes, he works to eliminate Fuller…Fuller, though, responds with a thumb into Santos eye. Suddenly, the crowd reacts as Tiami, Jeremy’s wife, rushes to the ring. She has a chair in her hand..she climbs up onto the apron and drills Sean Fuller in the head with it. Kaitlyn, who has recovered from the ring to the head, sees what’s going on and sprints down. She yanks Tiami off the apron and the two women begin to brawl on the outside, right in front of the announce table~

Smith: Things are breaking down out here!

Hood: Syren, you’re my boy…but this is pretty fucking awesome right here.

Smith: Avert your eyes, Hood! Those are married women!

~As the two wives continue to brawl, Santos recovers from the eye gouge and he drills Fuller in the face with a backfist! Santos lifts Fuller up onto his shoulders of a Death Valley Driver. He steps near the ropes and goes to dump Fuller over the top rope…Fuller, though, wraps his legs around Santos head and neck while holding onto the top rope and he yanks Santos over the top rope and sends him crashing to the outside!!! Fuller skins the cat back into the ring and staggers back against the ropes. Santos leaps to his feet and looks inside the ring with anger, realizing his shot at the Internet Title has come to an end. Tiami seems to have gotten the better of Kaitlyn…Santos helps her to her feet and the Power Couple exits ringside. Kaitlyn is laid out on the gym floor as Sean looks over the top rope concerned. He then turns to Scruff, not wanting to exit the ring to check on his wife until he’s been announced the winner. Scruff points at Syren, who is still an active competitor. Fuller throws his hands in the air with frustration, not knowing how to end this match. He argues with Scruff to call the match…Scruff refuses~

Smith: We are at a virtual standstill, Hood.

Hood: I bet Syren can jump from the magnet to the ring

Smith: What!? That’s like 100 feet!

Hood: So?

Smith: Nevermind

~Suddenly, Scoot Time, Liljungleman and Clubbin Man all rush from the back. They stand in front of the magnet. All three get onto their hands and knees. They are all wearing reigns and animal bridles. Syren stands on the back of Clubbin Man and Liljungleman. He then picks up the reigns and snaps them yelling “Mush!” Scoot Time begins to gallop towards the ring with Liljungleman and Clubbin man following suit. A Viking horn is tossed to Syren, he catches it and blows out of it with a loud “Awhooooooooo” filling the arena as he approaches the ring. Fuller stands in the middle of the ring, ready for what’s coming~

Smith: A horn? Now who tossed him that!

Hood: *hiding his bag of Syren accessories under the announce table* Man, I wouldn’t even know

Smith: Really? Again?

~They finally reach the ring…Syren hops onto the ring apron and throws the Viking horn down. His trio of comrades stand up and Liljungleman hands him the old OCW World Title. Syren enters into the ring and lays the Title between himself and Fuller~

Smith: Is this some kind of challenge?

Hood: Hey, if Fuller wants to win this he’s got to go through the REAL World Champion!

Smith: The only thing real about any of this is its absurdity!

Hood: Oh, lighten up Smeeeeeth

~Fuller nods and smiles, liking the challenge in front of him. Syren gives Fuller a double dose of middle fingers as Fuller charges in! Fuller leaps into the air and Syren catches him. Fuller’s momentum sends Syren staggering back into the corner. He drops Fuller and Fuller unloads with lefts and rights on the OCW legend. Fuller connects over and over before taking a step back and leaping forward with a superman punch!! He connects and Syren falls to his knees…Fuller knees Syren in the head and Syren falls flat on his face. Fuller turns around and picks up the title…he holds it up for all to see, the fans boo him furiously~

Smith: It looks like we’ve got a new fake champion!

Hood: Yea right, we all know that title doesn’t mean shit

Smith: Excuse me??

~Fuller walks over and begins to whip Syren across the back with his World Title! Syren tries to crawl at Fuller’s feet but Fuller keeps beating him with it, sending him crashing back to the mat. Fuller stands back and looks at Syren, mocking him with the title. Syren slowly gets to his feet with his fists up like a stunned boxer. Fuller lunges forward and drills Syren in the face with the belt!! Syren falls back and is laid out on the mat. Fuller looks at the title and discards it, tossing it into the nearest corner~

Smith: Sean Fuller is dominating Scott Syren!

Hood: This is a travesty! It’s that magnet…that just wasn’t fair!

Smith: Oh and the armored suit was?

Hood: Those are his clothes, Smith…do you expect me to come out here and call matches naked?

Smith: I loathe the thought

~Fuller walks back over to Syren and looks down at him, laughing. Fuller reaches down to yank Syren to his feet…Syren lunges upward with a low blow to Fuller’s crotch!! Fuller doubles over in pain. Syren grabs Fuller’s head and he drops him to the mat with an Implant DDT!! Fuller’s body goes limp as Syren lays down on the mat himself, still suffering from the shots he took at the hands of Fuller~

Smith: Just when you think you’ve got Syren finished, he punches you in the crotch.

Hood: Technically that was more of a forearm upper cut

Smith: Whatever

~Syren gets on all fours and he crawls over to his World Title. He grabs it and gets to his feet. Syren walks over as Fuller is returning to his feet. Fuller reaches up, grabbing Syren by the hips as he tries to get to a standing position… Syren drills Fuller in the head with the belt! Fuller falls to the mat. Syren walks over to the nearest corner and places his title in there neatly. He returns to Fuller and yanks him to his feet. Syren tosses Fuller over the top rope…Fuller, though, hangs on, landing on the apron. Syren shakes his head and rushes into the ropes, he bounces off and comes charging at Fuller. Syren goes for a slide but Fuller moves out of the way!!!~

Smith: Ohmygosh

Hood: What the…

~Luckily, Syren’s massive arms reach up and keep the rest of his body from sliding off. Fuller gets to his feet on the apron. Syren does the same…both men stand on the apron and begin trading punches back and forth. Fuller uses his quickness to slam Syren’s throat into the top rope! Syren bounces off and leans back, almost falling off the apron. Syren responds with an elbow into the face of Fuller! Fuller does the same…both men teeter on the brink of elimination. Fuller’s momentum causes him to turn his back to the ropes to regain his balance. Syren clotheslines Fuller over the top rope and back into the ring…Syren goes over the top rope and falls back into the ring with him. While on the mat, Fuller locks in a tight arm bar on Syren’s massive arm. Syren appears more annoyed than anything as he works to break free~

Smith: Sean Fuller knows how to work an armbar!

Hood: Are you kidding me? Syren is the KING of armbars!

Smith: Since when?

Hood: Since he joined like a month ago

~Syren is on his knees with Fuller applying the armbar tightly…Syren then gives Fuller a hardcore punch to the dick!! Fuller releases the armbar and falls to his knees. Syren quickly rolls on top of Fuller, forcing him to the mat…he jams a knee into Fuller’s neck and a knee into Fuller’s back. Syren finally cinches in his modified arm bar…giving Fuller a taste of his own medicine! Fuller squirms around trying to get out of the hold but he finds no relief~

Smith: Forge of the gods!

Hood: See?? I told ya!

Smith: Yea, okay, so that armbar does look pretty legit.

~Fuller begins to tap out…however, this match cannot end with a submission. Syren, satisfied that his modified arm bar gets its desired result, lets go. He yanks Fuller to his feet and lifts him over his head with a press slam. Syren goes for a press slam, lifting Fuller over his head. He walks towards the ropes, looking to toss Fuller to the floor…Fuller wiggles out of it and lands in front of Syren, on his feet. He hooks Syren and drills him into the mat with a Downward Spiral!! Syren hits hard and looks to be unconscious as the fans boo Fuller. He moves towards Syren, working to get him up so he can lift his heavily muscular body over the top rope~

Smith: Down the Alley! Sean Fuller may have just won this match!

Hood: I hate that move!

Smith: But you’re big into armbars?

Hood: What can I say, I’m a man with very acquired taste.

Smith: A Syrenquired taste

Hood: Hey, cool word

~Fuller yells something out at Kaitlyn who is back on her feet looking a little worse for wear. However, she seems functional and nods to whatever Fuller has told her. She reaches underneath the ring and yanks a table out! The fans rise in anticipation for what could be in store~

Smith: This isn’t a tables match!

Hood: This fuckin guy…always looking to make a statement

Smith: And beating Syren isn’t doing just that?

Hood: What can I say…Fuller likes to beat a dead horse

~Kaitlyn lifts one side of the table up onto the apron and then the other side onto the announcers table effectively creating a bridge between the two. She steps away as Fuller nods, approving of her architectural abilities. He yanks Syren to his feet and kicks Syren in the gut…he lifts Syren up for a powerbomb and heads towards the ropes, looking to powerbomb Syren through the table and to the floor! Syren begins to punch Fuller in the head, Fuller loosens his grip…Syren flips over Fuller and goes for a roll up. He rolls Fuller up but, instead of keeping there, displays his near super human strength by getting to his feet with Fuller in a powerbomb position! The crowd rises to their feet as Syren carries Fuller to the ropes with the table on the other side~

Smith: What a reversal by Scott Syren…he hasn’t been that spry since…

Hood: Summer of 69

Smith: Best days of my life!

Hood: You would know that song

~Fuller delivers a couple of downward elbow strikes to the top of Syren’s head is able to wiggle free. He drops onto the apron with the ropes in between him and Syren. Fuller drives another sharp elbow into Syren’s head…this staggers the OCW legend. Fuller then hooks Syren and lifts him up into the air for a suplex!! He drops Syren onto the table…but it doesn’t break! Syren is left lying on the table with one leg hanging off. Fuller turns around and can’t believe it. Kaitlyn rushes over and tries to push Syren off of the table~

Smith: How did that table not break??

Hood: Strongest table in the history of professional wrestling

Smith: So, we cut corners on hiring competent referees and backstage interviewers yet we spared no expense on tables??

Hood: Hey, man…nobody wants a table to collapse while they are enjoying a nice meal…that shit is infuriating.

Smith: Happen to you a lot?

Hood: Depends on how heavy the meal is

Smith: Okay, we’ll just stop right there

~Kaitlyn continue to shove Syren off…he reaches out with his hand, grabs her by the face and shoves her away…her small frame goes flying several feet before landing on the gym floor and sliding into a bleacher. Fuller gingerly walks on the table, looking to finish the job….the table begins to bend and some cracking towards the center is visible. Syren notices it and he quickly back crawls across the rest of the table and onto the announcers table…this leaves Fuller standing in the middle of a table that looks to give at any second~

Smith: Precarious position here for Sean Fuller

Hood: Break! Break! Break!!!!

Smith: Did you not learn your lesson last week when it comes to Sean Fuller?

Hood: Syren is out here, he will save me

~Fuller feels the table about to give and he quickly darts across it to safety on the announcers table. As he does, Syren reaches out and grabs Fuller by the neck…Syren goes for a chokeslam, but Fuller elbows him in the side of the head, Syren loses his grip…Fuller lifts Syren up for a Death Valley Driver…Syren slips off of Fuller’s shoulders and hooks his arms around Fuller’s waist…he lifts Fuller up and hurls him over his head with a German Suplex!! Fuller goes through the bridged table and lands roughly on the gym floor as the crowd erupts with cheers!! Syren lands safely on the announcers table , which is surprisingly sturdy as well. The bell rings as Syren breathes a sigh of relief and rolls off the announcers table~

Belvedere: Here is your winner and the Number One Contender to the Internet Title at Black Out 2….SCOTT SYREN!!!!!

Hood: He did it! I knew it! Woo! Scott Syren’s quest to save us continues!

Smith: Save us from what? And I would calm down if I were you…that took everything he had to defeat Sean Fuller…great battle between those two.

Hood: Yea, I guess…maybe if Fuller would stop beating the fuck out of announcers he’d toughen up.

Smith: I don’t see how the guy could be any tougher.

Hood: True…both men were tough…but nobody was as tough as these tables…the fuck kind of wood are these made out of? Are these petrified wooden tables?

Smith: I’m no tree expert

Hood: Well, you should be

~Syren walks over to the ring and retrieves his belt. He holds it up high as he walks to the back, still proclaiming to be the one true World Champion. Fuller, meanwhile, is being tended to by Kailtyn. He sits up and slowly begins to realize what happened. He slams his fist into the hardwood gym floor and hops to his feet. He walks over to Belvedere and grabs his mic…Fuller rolls into the ring…he’s beaten and exhausted…but, above all else, he’s unsatisfied~

Smith: Uh oh, Hood…Fuller’s night isn’t over, apparently

Hood: Fuck…where did Syren go?

Smith: Back to his alternate universe? Berta’s strip club? A giant ball pit with Scoot Time, Liljungleman and Clubbin Man? Pretty much anywhere but right here…right now.

Hood: I need protection…do you have any?

Smith: That’s a pretty personal question, don’t you think?

Hood: Not that kind of protection, idiot…I mean like a fucking gun or bow and arrow.

Smith: Unfortunately I left my bow and arrow backstage.

Hood: Really? You disappoint me yet again, Smith

~Sean and Kaitlyn are standing in the middle of the ring ready to make an announcement. The sounds of “Circus for a Psycho” playing in the background nearly drowned out by the fans~

Kaitlyn: “Keeping with protocol ladies and gentlemen I would like to call Hood into the ring a week after he was decimated by my client for his heinous and inappropriate slander of my good name. As just as my husband was for the first time in all of his attacks under his OCW contract protocol dictates what we must do here tonight. So Hood, please step into the ring and I promise, you have my word, no harm will come to you.”

~Hood smiles about to get his due here tonight as he grabs a crutch and makes sure his neck-brace is securely on. Kaitlyn nudges her husband~

Kaitlyn: “Why don’t you go help the poor insect into the ring, hun.”

~Sean grins and goes to help Hood into the ring when all of a sudden “Soul Wars’ by Awolnation picks up and MJ makes a dash for the ring. With a jump, she puts herself between Sean and the ropes stopping him from getting out to “help” Hood~

Kaitlyn: “Excuse me, little girl, are you lost?”

MJ Bell: “I'm not a little girl and I'm not letting you do this again.”

Kaitlyn: “We came out here to make an official apology statement.”

MJ Bell: “No, You came out here to throw your weight around. He is a commentator, that has even insulted me but you don't see me injuring him. His job is to make annoying remarks. In case you two idiots didn't know, that is freedom of speech! I let it slide when I saw what you did to Leo and that was my fault. It was a misstep in judgment and I won't allow you to continue doing this!

~Sean looks over at Kaitlyn, who nods. Sean turns back to MJ and looks ready to unload on the girl but is caught off-guard with a hard right-cross to the jaw by the fiery firecracker of a wrestler, MJ Bell. She climbs into the ring then continues on her assault that has Sean reeling, possibly out of shock, but eventually he manages to get his hands on her head and hoist her up off her feet. Sean places her on his shoulder and runs over to the corner and drops her on the metal post behind the turnbuckle pad. She hollers in agony with the back of her hand pressing to the point of pain~

~MJ glares towards Sean as she spits blood towards his feet. It appears that she bit the inside of her mouth. Sean seems to take offensive to it because he gives his a harsh kick to the gut. The crowd is going wild while he grabs a fist full of her hair and brings his knee into her face. He continues to slam her face into his knee. With a sadistic grin on his features, Sean releases MJ's hair. The fury haired woman coughs, her hand covering her nose and mouth~

Kaitlyn: “If you really are in need of some attention little girl then by all means Sean will oblige. He is a giver after all.”

~MJ wipes the blood away with the back of her hand, though her lips remain bloody. With a glare, she grabs a hold of the ropes to pull her upwards~

MJ Bell: “He is an insane creep who isn't getting away with hurting anymore people!”

~Sean hits the ropes as MJ staggers away from the corner. Sean flattens the fiery firecracker with a formidable forearm across the face. MJ's body hits the canvas with a sickening smack. MJ makes a noise that is a mix between a grunt and a whimper. Sean looks like he is done, leaving the poor girl to deal with the pain, but Kaitlyn storms over pointing down at her~

Kaitlyn: “No! That is not enough, she interrupted protocol...”

~She eyes over at the ropes~

Kaitlyn: “Do it!”

~With a grin, Sean rips MJ up and flips her over the top rope and applies the “Scream For Me”, which includes kicking her feet off the side of the ring. Sean tugs her arm back towards him in an painful display. MJ cries from the pain when there is an audible crack from her shouldered as she tries to escape the innovative hangman dragon sleeper applied by OCW’s resident sociopath. Sean releases the hold and leaves her there as he rejoins his worked-up wife. Meanwhile, MJ sluggishly removes her self from the ropes gripping her injured arm~

~Sean turns and slams into MJ sending her flying into the barricade. This receives a outburst from the crowd. The fight in the red-head seems to be draining away because she hasn't moved from her location. Sean climbs out of the ring and hoists up the fury haired woman on his shoulder~

Kaitlyn: “Ask these people for help! Let them carry you to freedom!”

~Kaitlyn laughs while she enjoys Sean extracting her revenge on the fiery red head. The crowd is shouting their disapproval~

Kaitlyn: “Sean, the announcer’s table, drive her through!”

~Sean nods to his wife and walks over to the announcer’s table. He places MJ’s head between his legs after climbing up to stand on the announcer’s table. Sean goes for a power bomb but MJ attempts to counter with a hurricanrana~

Smith: “NO!”

~Sean grins, almost like he expected this fight… this specific counter… because now he drops to his knees and drives MJ Bell on her head and neck. There are gasps and protests from the crowd. The announcer’s table shatters and Sean kneels there with a contorted and motionless MJ Bell~

Kaitlyn: “Mind your own business next time little girl.”

~Sean helps Kaitlyn from the side of the ring to the ground as “Circus for a Psycho” picks up. The happy couple heads to the ring and Kaitlyn does so almost skipping because she is so giddy~

Smith: We need paramedics out here immediately

Hood: They fucked her up, Smith…and our announce table…we need another announce table out here immediately. If you have to pick which comes first, make sure it’s the table…

Smith: Absolutely not…medical attention first and foremost for one OCW’s brightest stars! Oh and, Hood…she’s still got to compete tonight in the Lethal Lottery

Hood: Ha, yea, I don’t think that’s happening

Smith: Let’s cut backstage while we get everything situated out here

~We're back in Dean's office for the week, and the camera comes on in the middle of a loud argument between Dean and one of the newest wrestlers to OCW, Pryde~

Dean: You have this all wrong, Pryde!

Pryde: Do I? We all know you don't want Maurako to get another of your titles. You thought because of my past, I'd be willing to take a dive, didn't you, just so he wouldn't get to the main event?

Dean: That's not at all what I was thinking!

Pryde: Worst of all you didn't even offer me any money or anything, you just thought I'd do it as a favor to you!

Dean: I don't want anyone laying down in a match! OCW is still getting back on its feet, we don't need that shit!

Pryde: It's either that, or you thought I was the worst partner you could find for Maurako! What, you thought I'd be the weak link that everyone would be able to beat?

Dean: If that was the reason, why would I have picked you instead of Steve Martyn or some other loser I fired? You're losing it.

Pryde: You know my past, Dean. You know why I'm here.

~Pryde gets up into Dean's face, staring at him through the covered eyeholes of the mask he always wears~

Pryde: Whatever your reason for choosing me, it's going to backfire on you. Because I will do anything to reach my redemption, Dean. Anything.

Dean: You'd best get that mask out of my face before something bad happens here.

~Pryde and Dean glare at each other when there is a knock at the door. It's Skytz who walks in without waiting for an answer. He instantly regrets that seeing the two men~

Skytz: Uh, boss? They need Pryde for his match. Maurako's looking for him.

~Pryde doesn't say another word. He turns and leaves the room pushing past Skytz. Dean stands there shaking his head~

Skytz: Anything I need to know?

Dean: Just a personnel issue. And why the hell are you even talking to me about it? Get back to work, sucka!

Skytz: Yes sir!

~Skytz hurries away. Dean goes back to his phone to make another call. Before he can, Leo rushes in~

Leo: DEAN!

Dean: Yes?

Leo: I just received word from the school nurse that MJ Bell is officially OUT of tonight’s Lethal Lottery match…do you want me to just cancel it altogether?

Dean: Fuck. No, we’ve already advertised the Internet Champion and Dangerous Dan for this evening…have the match go on as scheduled…a handicap match. Get the school nurse…wait, school nurse?

Leo: Yes, she tried to heal MJ with a hug and a lollipop but her injuries appear to be more severe

Dean: Geezus…get her to a real fucking doctor immediately. Then let me know her status for next week…if by some chance Kenshin pulls off the impossible and gets their team through to the semi finals.

Leo: Yessir!!

~Dean flips his phone back open as we cut to ringside~

Smith: That is just terrible news, Hood…MJ and Kenshin were so looking forward to this opportunity and now it’s all but over

Hood: Well, that’s what trying to stand up for someone gets ya…people should just mind their own fucking business

Smith: She was sticking up for YOU!

Hood: Yea and that’s insulting…I could have totally handled the situation. I took an MMA class this week to prepare for this situation…he said I wasn’t nearly as bad as he thought I’d be

Smith: Whatever…the fact is the Lethal Lottery landscape has taken a dramatic turn…a turn for the worst! Kenshin is now faced with an uphill battle as he takes on Dan and Strong in a glorified handicap match.

Hood: Shit happens

Smith: How about Pryde? What do you think he meant about his past…who do you think he is?

Hood: I’m sorry, but I couldn’t understand him through that fucking mask

Smith: Would you let the mask go, already?

Hood: I’m not the one with an identity crisis…he…she…it is!

Smith: Well, whatever…our first Lethal Lottery match is up next…a match that was a potential show stealer has now been reduced to a handicap match thanks to Sean Fuller

Hood: Normally, I hate Sean Fuller…but tonight, he is okay.

Smith: Let’s go down to ringside

Lethal Lottery Tag Match
Kenshin Takamura © (5-0) vs. Dangerous Dan (2-2) & RM Strong (0-0)

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is a tag team match scheduled for one fall and it is a part of the OCW Lethal Lottery!!

~”Bad Company” by Five Finger Death Punch begins to play as hitman for hire, RM Strong makes his way to the ring~

Belvedere: Introducing first, from Chicago, Illinois, standing 6’6 and weighing in at 269 lbs…RM Strong!!!

~Strong’s music dies out when “Don’t Stop” by Foster the People begins to play and the crowd erupts in support of their fan favorite, Dangerous Dan. He rushes down to the ringside area and slides in under the bottom rope. He climbs to the top turnbuckle and poses for the crowd!! They go wild cheering him on~

Belvedere: And his tag team partner, from Smithville, Tennessee…standing 5’11 and weighing in at 225lbs…Dangerous Dan!!!

~Dan’s music ends when “To Die For” by Concerto Moon begins to play…the fans give a cheer that rivals Dan’s to the current OCW Internet Champion, Kenshin Takamura. He makes his way to the ring, staring the daunting task ahead of him down with intensity~

Belvedere: And their opponent…competing in this match alone due to the injuries suffered by MJ Bell…he is from Tokyo, Japan…standing 6’1 and weighing in at 235lbs…he is the OCW Internet Champion…Kenshin Takamura!!!

~Kenshin enters into the ring and removes the Internet Title from around his waist. Belvedere exits the ring and quickly sounds the bell as Kenshin’s theme comes to an end. Kenshin looks at Belvedere and motions for him. Belvedere hustles over as Kenshin leans over the top rope and hands him the belt for safe keeping. Kenshin turns around and sees Dan starting the match for his team as we are ready to get this underway~

Smith: Kenshin Takamura will go this one alone, Hood.

Hood: The aesthetic factor of this match has gone down considerably.

Smith: I don’t know. RM Strong isn’t horrible looking.

Hood: I think he’d look better dressed as a pirate.

~Dan and Kenshin quickly lock up with Kenshin quickly getting over on Dan with a waist lock from behind. Dan tries to work his way out of it, checking the strength of Kenshin’s grip. It’s pretty strong so Dan looks for another way. Dan walks towards a corner and tries climbing the turnbuckles…Kenshin yanks him off of the corner high up in the air and drops him to the mat maintaining the waist lock. Dan sits out with Kenshin on his knees, maintaining the lock. Dan rolls backwards unexpectedly, grabs Kenshin’s head and neck with his legs and rolls him forward with a pin attempt as Kenshin’s shoulders are against the mat. Scruff slides in~

1!

Kick Out!

Smith: Nice try, but Kenshin is far from being pinned at this point.

Hood: Weren’t we supposed to see this match before?

Smith: I don’t know about supposed…but Dan did have a chance to beat Noah and face Kenshin for the Internet Title at Resurrection.

Hood: Ah, yea, that’s right!

~Kenshin releases his hold by kicking out as Dan quickly gets to his feet. Kenshin is seated on the mat as Dan leaps at him and nails him with a drop kick!! Kenshin falls back onto the mat. Dan runs into the ropes, leaps onto the middle rope and propels off…he turns around in mid air and drops a leg across the neck of Kenshin!! Kenshin quickly rolls out of the ring to compose himself as the crowd begins to rally behind the Danger Boi, Dan~

Smith: Nice flurry of moves by Dangerous Dan!

Hood: Yea, that was pretty quick…I don’t really know who to pull against right now.

Smith: Why not try watching the match strictly as a wrestling fan.

Hood: Because I’m not a wrestling fan…I’m a fan of being on TV and making money.

Smith: Dean should fine you for saying that on TV!

Hood: Yea right, the paper it would take to print up the official fine costs more than my monthly salary.

Smith: How sad for you

~Dan quickly climbs to the nearest corner and looks down at Kenshin. Kenshin turns around and sees Dan right as Dan leaps off…Kenshin grabs Dan as he’s coming down and slams him face first into the apron!! Dan’s head and neck snap back as he stumbles down towards the bleachers! He is lying on his back, holding his face in pain as Kenshin rolls back into the ring. Scruff begins a count of ten~

Smith: Dangerous Dan just can’t stop himself from trying those high risk maneuvers.

Hood: Damn, fucking Kenshin has a sixth sense or something…that was ridiculous.

Smith: Well, he is undefeated after facing some of the toughest competition you could imagine.

Hood: He hasn’t faced Syren yet

Smith: Nope, that will come in two weeks

~Scruff reaches six as Dan crawls towards the ring, reaches up on the apron and pulls himself to his feet. Dan finally rolls back into the ring as Scruff hits eight and stops his counting. Kenshin pulls Dan to his feet and quickly hoists him up over his shoulder. Kenshin brings Dan down over his knee, crushing Dan’s shoulder and neck area onto his leg. Kenshin then hoists Dan back up over his shoulder, tosses him up in the air and nails him with a forearm uppercut as he comes down!! Dan falls back onto the mat slowly rolling around in pain~

Smith: Kenshin is starting to really gain control in this match!

Hood: That was fucking brutal

Smith: Dan really needs to get something going here in OCW…the guy is too talented to struggle so much…c’mon, Dan…get back up!

Hood: Yea, or don’t get up…I’m cool either way

~Strong starts to step into the ring, sensing his partner is in trouble. Kenshin sees Strong moving to enter and he rushes over to confront Strong. Dan, meanwhile, starts to stir on the mat. Scruff gets involved and keeps Strong at bay. Kenshin goes back after Dan, who is on his feet but staggering…Kenshin whips him into a nearby corner…Dan rushes in with Kenshin sprinting behind him…Dan scales the turnbuckles and leaps off with a Whisper in the Wind! He lands right on top of Kenshin! The fans cheer Dan’s unexpected rebound as he turns and looks over towards Strong for a tag~

Smith: And this is what Kenshin was hoping to avoid

Hood: What? Getting hit with a wrestling move? Because, I hate to tell him, but that shit happens when you wrestle.

Smith: No, I’m talking about losing control of his opponent and having this turn into a handicap match.

Hood: I once saw Lurrr defeat five guys with a dislocated knee and toothache on a bad hair day…this should be a piece of cake for Kenshin.

~Dan makes it to his corner and quickly tags in RM Strong. Strong steps through the ropes and goes right after Kenshin. Kenshin is on all fours, trying to recover when Strong drills him with a stiff kick to the ribs! Kenshin falls flat on the mat. Strong yanks Kenshin to his feet, picks him up and slams him to the mat! Kenshin hits hard. Strong takes his foot and jams it into Kenshin’s throat…he applies his weight onto the throat of Kenshin as Kenshin tries to remove the foot. Kenshin kicks his feet wildly as the move is obviously a painful one. Scruff rushes in and administers a count with the fans booing~

Smith: Scruff, get in there and get that maniacs foot off of the throat of our Internet Champion!

Hood: Relax, that boot doesn’t look very tough…at the least, we might have a crushed larynx

Smith: That’s terrible!

Hood: Not really…not like any of us know what that guy says when he starts speaking

Smith: Ah!

~Strong finally removes his foot before Scruff attempts to disqualify him. Strong yanks Kenshin to his feet and whips him into the ropes, Kenshin bounces off and Strong locks a sleeper hold onto the Internet Champion! Kenshin quickly drops to a seated position however and Strong’s chin slams into the top of Kenshin’s head! Strong staggers back into the nearest corner. Kenshin gets to his feet, coughs a few times and charges in nailing Strong with a big splash!! Kenshin quickly follows it up by grabbing Strong’s head, charging towards the middle of the ring and dropping him with a bulldog!! The fans cheer Kenshin as he’s taken control of this match~

Smith: Here we go! Look at this, Hood…Kenshin may overcome the odds and actually win this for his team!

Hood: Oh come on ARM strong…prove you can beat someone who knows you’re coming

Smith: What are you saying?

Hood: Only fucking guys he ever lays out he jumps from behind…let’s see if this dipshit is worth a fuck.

Smith: Indeed!

~Kenshin yanks Strong to his feet and hurls him over the top rope. He then walks over to Dan as Dan looks on anxiously, wanting back in the match. Kenshin points at Strong as if to say he picked the wrong partner. Kenshin then waits for Strong to get back to his feet and he propels himself over the top rope with a plancha onto Strong!! The fans cheer as Kenshin is in complete control. Meanwhile, Dan watches from the apron having taken exception to what Kenshin said~

Smith: I don’t think Dangerous Dan liked what Kenshin had to say at all!

Hood: Well, it was the fucking truth…this Strong guy is dragging Dan down

Smith: It appears as though the frustrations within Dan may be at a boiling point…his career hasn’t exactly gone the way any of us envisioned it.

Hood: Yea, well stop teaming with ARM Strong…make better decisions and bad shit will probably stop happening.

Smith: Indeed

~Kenshin gets to his feet and looks out to the crowd for their support, they cheer the Internet Champion. Strong’s hand reaches under the ring and he slowly unearths a steel chair…Kenshin doesn’t notice this. Meanwhile, Dan releases the tag rope and looks poised to take a dive at Kenshin…Dan jumps off the apron, diving head first, going for a clothesline…Kenshin quickly darts out of the way. At the same time, Strong takes a wild swing with the chair…he drills Dan right in the head!!! Dan falls to the ground knocked completely out! The fans cringe with “ooooohhhhh” as Dan’s body is motionless. Strong looks over at Dan’s body and then at his extremely warped chair. He then looks at Kenshin…as he does, Kenshin kicks him right in the fucking face for being a dumbass. Kenshin then hurls Strong back into the ring and slides in behind him~

Smith: Somebody get out here and check on Dan!

Hood: See? This is what happens when you make bad decisions.

Smith: At the least, Dan’s got a major concussion…this is horrible.

Hood: Way to go ARM strong…you injured the wrong fucking guy

~Back in the ring, Kenshin lifts Strong to his feet, scoops him up and drops him with the Small Package Driver!! Strong’s body goes limp as Kenshin pins him in the middle of the ring…Scruff slides in and makes the count~

1!

2!

3!!!!

~The crowd cheers for Kenshin while some still worry about Dan. Belvedere makes the official announcement~

Belvedere: Here is your winner…representing the team of MJ Bell and Kenshin Takamura…he is the OCW Internet Champion…KENSHIN TAKAMURA!!!!!

Smith: Kenshin Takamura overcame huge odds tonight and continued his dominating undefeated streak by defeating both Dan and RM Strong!

Hood: Well, to be fair, ARM Strong was like a negative half wrestler tonight…so, really, Kenshin had the advantage one to point five

Smith: Ooookay…the question I want to know…what happens next week if MJ Bell isn’t cleared to compete? Does Kenshin do this again?

Hood: Solid fucking question that I have no answer to

Smith: I would expect nothing less. Well folks, we’ve got some Shreveport medical personnel out here checking on Dan…while they tend to one of my personal favorites…let’s go backstage.

Hood: Geez, you’re so fucking biased

Smith: Look who’s talking!

Hood: We got talking babies???

~We cut backstage where we see Syren and LilJungleMan sitting Indian style (or is it Native American style now) inside a shower where the visiting team cleans up after games~

Syren: Can you handle things here for a while? Now that I'm done with that ridiculous match, I need to get back to L'Ardanth. I have a terrible premonition...

LilJungleMan: I thought we were done with that shit! It is time to leave them to their own devices and concentrate on your own glorious victories! I thought we had agreed upon this.

Syren: I can't just abandon them...

LilJungleMan: I have to insist. It's time to leave that world behind. Besides, you don't even have your armor anymore. You'll be killed!

Syren: You have your orders, I have my quest. We each must do what we must do tonight, friend. Now summon the portal, I'll hear no more of this.

LilJungleMan: I beg you... think about this...

Syren: Summon the portal, you dick-cocking cockdick!!!

~LilJungleMan sighs and begins to mumble incomprehensible words while waving his arms around. A swirling, reddish glow begins to emenate from the spaces between the spaces between shadows. Syren tosses LilJungleMan a small baggie. Then he takes off his OCW World Title belt and drapes it over LilJungleMan's shoulder.~

Syren: I want you to hold on to my drugs and The One True World Title Belt... in case anything happens.

LilJungleMan: You have exactly one earth hour to get the fuck back here, or I do all of your drugs without you.

Syren: Fair enough. Remember what I have asked you to do in my absence.

LilJungleMan: It will be done. Fare you well, my friend. Now go forth, before the portal dwindles.

~Liljungleman’s filth permeating through the atmosphere reaches its limit with Syren. He snaps his fingers and Scoot’s hand sneaks into view, turning the shower on. We cut back to ringside~

Smith: Most I can say about that is at least they are keeping solid hygiene

Hood: Would you expect anything less from the #1 Contender to the Internet Title?

Smith: I’ve learned to expect any and everything from Scott Syren

Hood: I know, it’s like Christmas morning every Monday night!

Smith: I wouldn’t go that far…anyway, it’s time for our second Lethal Lottery match of the night?

Hood: So, does that mean it’s time for The Great One to waltz into the finals? Cause we all know that’s what’s going to happen…everything else is just for show.

Smith: Uhh, no…it’s time for Mario Maurako and Pryde to take on Damian Payne and the OCW newcomer, Drew Stevenson

Hood: Oh, sweet, Maurako! Like the country, just not spelled the same

Smith: Sure…let’s go down to ringside.

Hood: Pryde, like the emotion, just not spelled the same

Smith: Stop it!

Lethal Lottery Tag Match
Mario Maurako (3-0) & Pryde (1-0) vs. “Sadistic Insanity” Damian Payne (3-1) & Drew Stevenson (0-0)

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is a tag team encounter and it is part of OCW’s Lethal Lottery where the winning team will face each other at Black Out for the OCW Southern Championship!

~The crowd pops when they hear that the lethal lottery is about to begin. The cheers quickly subside, however, when suddenly “Its Goin’ Down” by X-Ecutioners begins to play and the fans boo loudly when they see Damian Payne make his way to the ring~

Belvedere: Introducing first, from Denver, Colorado…standing 6’9 and weighing in at 295lbs… “Sadistic Insanity” Damian Payne!!!

~Payne steps into the ring, over the top rope as his music dies down. “Devour” by Shinedown begins to play and the fans turn and watch OCW newcomer, Drew Stevenson, make his way to the ring~

Belvedere: And his partner, from Kansas City, Missouri…standing 6’2 and weighing in at 250 lbs… Drew Stevenson!!

~Stevenson gets into the ring and pats Payne on the back as a show of camaraderie or something. Payne could really seem to care less. Drew’s music ends and “Dangerous” by Within Temptation starts up and the fans give a solid amount of cheers for Pryde as he rushes to the ring and slides in under the bottom rope. He climbs up the nearest corner and poses for the fans who seem to really enjoy it~

Belvedere: And their opponents, first, from Parts Unknown…standing 5’8 and weighing in at 200lbs…Pryde!!!

~Pryde hops off the ropes and bounces around the ring, stretching his arms. His music ends and “Godfather Waltz” by Slash starts up. A thunderous anti-ovation greets Mario Maurako, OCW’s first two time Hall of Famer, as he makes his way to the ring, looking as good as ever~

Belvedere: And his tag team partner, from Rome, Italy..standing 6’3 and weighing in at 260 lbs…he is the reigning OCW Heel of the Month…he is the ONLY two time OCW Hall of Famer…Mario Maurako!!!

~Mario enters the ring and heads straight for Pryde. They negotiate who’s going to start the match while Payne basically just stands in the ring, making it known he will start things off for his team. Drew doesn’t want to argue and he just steps through the ropes and hangs on the apron. Belvedere quickly exits and sounds the bell~

Smith: Interesting match here, Hood…nobody on either of these teams have anything in common.

Hood: I wouldn’t go that far, they all have arms.

Smith: Okay, you got me, they all have arms.

~Mario, seeing the larger opponent in Damian Payne starting the match for the opposing team, decides to start the match for his team. Pryde obliges and heads outside the ring, standing on the apron. Mario and Payne quickly lock up with the bigger man, Payne, shoving Maurako aggressively into the nearest corner. There is a slow break initiated by Scruff…Payne accommodates for a moment before slamming a forearm into Maurako’s face. Payne then lifts a few knees into Maurako’s midsection before lifting him in the air and dropping him into the middle of the ring with a hip toss! Maurako hits hard as the fans don’t know whether to cheer or boo Sadistic Insanity~

Smith: Fast start by Damian Payne…a man who’s surely looking to rebound from last week.

Hood: Yea, not only did he lose but, well, we got a clip of Dean and Syren’s never before seen sitcom during his match with Bishop.

Smith: I think that show is prefaced with the words ‘never before seen’ for a reason.

Hood: Exactly, it would ruin all other programming due to its awesomeness.

Smith: No! Stop it! We are not going to divert our attention from another Damian Payne match talking about television programming!

Hood: Okay, okay…

~Payne yanks Mario back to his feet and whips him into the ropes…Mario bounces off and Payne locks him into a sleeper hold! Mario quickly gets a “fuck this” look on his face and reaches for the ropes. He clasps the top rope and Scruff orders a break. Payne obliges…Mario turns around and nails Payne with several right hands! Payne staggers across the ring and into the opposite ropes…Mario whips him off the ropes, Payne reverses, Mario bounces off the ropes yet again…Payne goes for another sleeper, Mario ducks his grasp, lifts Payne up and drops him on his knee with an Atomic Drop!! Payne staggers forward into the ropes…he ricochets off with his back to Mario, Mario hooks his back, lifts him up and drops him with a Sidewalk Slam!! Payne is laid out on the mat as Mario turns and tags in Pryde for the first time this evening~

Hood: **whistling the X-files theme** whew whew whew whew whew whew

Smith: Will you stop that!

Hood: What? It’s a good show

Smith: You know EXACTLY what you are doing! There are no X-Files on Pryde’s existence.

Hood: Me think thou dost protest too much

~Pryde quickly propels himself to the top rope as Payne has made it back to his feet. Pryde leaps off the top rope and drills Payne with a missile drop kick!! Payne’s large frame staggers and falls back into his team’s corner. Luckily, Drew Stevenson is alert and tags Payne’s shoulder as he falls into the corner. Drew then enters into the ring, ready to lock up with Pryde~

Smith: You know, Hood…Pryde is conflicted teaming with Mario. His manager seems to think he’s not seeing things clearly in response to Dean pairing him with Maurako.

Hood: Well, fuck, if he’s not seeing things clearly maybe he should take the damn mask off. What the hell kind of manager does he have, some lazy assed Captain Obvious?

Smith: Okay, enough about Pryde, you obviously can’t see past the mask…

Hood: Really? You want me to stop talking about Pryde and you throw that line out there.

Smith: Whoops

~Pryde and Drew quickly lock up. Drew surprises Pryde with a quick knee lift into the midsection. Pryde doubles over and Drew goes for a hip toss, Pryde lands on his feet and goes to superkick Drew, Drew ducks it and grabs Pryde around the waist…he lifts Pryde up and drills him into the mat with Gut Wrench Suplex! Pryde hits hard as Drew heads towards a nearby corner~

Smith: Quick exchange there…both of these guys are showing some excellent athleticism.

Hood: Who is this Drew Stevenson guy? He looks new.

Smith: That’s because he IS new…this is his debut match.

Hood: Oh, fucking cool…I hope he does well.

Smith: Same here, a very likable guy from St Louis.

Hood: Oh man, fuck this guy

~Drew yanks Pryde to his feet and kicks him in the gut. Pryde backs against the ropes. Drew whips Pryde off the ropes, Pryde reverses…Drew reverses Pryde’s reversal…Pryde runs into the ropes, bounces off, Drew puts his head down and Pryde goes for a sunset flip. Pryde kicks his legs trying to turn Drew over. Drew looks down at Pryde’s head and delivers a downward punch, Pryde moves his head and Drew’s fist slams into the mat. He holds it in pain. Pryde turns Drew around, leaps into the air, hooks his legs around Drew’s head and slings him across the ring with a Huricanrana! The crowd cheers Pryde’s offense~

Smith: Drew Stevenson went for a knockout punch and missed!

Hood: Yea, punching the ring isn’t very smart.

Smith: I don’t think he meant to punch the mat, Hood.

Hood: And I didn’t mean to spend my entire adult life sitting next to you but, hey, shit happens when you make bad decisions.

Smith: Ugh!

~Pryde heads back into his corner and tags in the OCW Hall of Famer, Mario Maurako. Maurako enters into the ring and heads over to Drew. Drew is still on the mat suffering the effects of Pryde’s huricanrana. Maurako yanks him to his feet, picks him up and hoists him onto his shoulder. Maurako takes a few short steps before dropping Drew to the mat with a powerslam! Maurako then applies a headlock onto Drew with his massive arms. Maurako bears down with all of his strength, squeezing the life out of Drew~

Smith: That’s got to be like a giant anaconda wrapping itself around your neck!

Hood: Nah man, I’d say it’s more like swallowing one of those rectangular jolly ranchers sideways.

Smith: Huh?

Hood: I did that once…cherry flavored…I always get so excited when it’s time to eat a cherry jolly rancher…anyway, man, I couldn’t fucking breathe.

Smith: Umm

Hood: Let me guess, you’re one of those morons who bitched when they got rid of the Lemon flavor, aren’t you?

Smith: I am not discussing Jolly Ranchers during this wrestling match!

~Drew gets to his feet, realizing he needs to get out of this predicament. He walks towards a corner with Maurako holding onto the sleeper. Drew climbs the turnbuckles with his feet as Mario still holds on. Once he’s got a foot on the second turnbuckle, he kicks off and falls back on Maurako!! He uses Maurako’s own hold against him by using his weight to pin Maurako’s shoulders to the ground! Scruff slides in and makes the count~

1!

2!

Kick Out!!

Smith: Whoa! The rookie was less than a second away from pinning the Hall of Famer!

Hood: Damnit, Maurako…quit fucking around with headlocks!

Smith: What would you suggest instead?

Hood: I dunno, maybe like a top rope superkick followed by a triple powerbomb to the outside through a table on fire with thumbtacks underneath it…that should do the trick.

Smith: I would certainly hope so!

~Drew rolls out of the lock and is quickly on his feet. Maurako gets to his feet and Drew drills him in the head with a big boot to the face!! Maurako falls onto his back as Drew walks over and tags Payne. Payne steps over the top rope and enters into the ring. Payne yanks Mario to his feet and lifts him up like he’s going to body slam him. Instead, he hangs Mario upside down in the nearest corner by locking his feet around the top turnbuckle. Payne looks down at Mario’s head and starts to kick Mario in the head repeatedly with Maurako unable to do anything to stop it. Mario’s arms finally hang down like an inverted roller coaster passenger…if that makes sense…anyway, he’s obviously unconscious. Payne looks over and tags Drew back in…Drew enters and rushes across the ring…he runs at Mario and nails him with a baseball slide into the face!! Drew then gets to his feet, unhooks Mario’s legs, lifts him up in a tombstone position an plants him into the mat with a Tombstone Piledriver! Drew then goes for the pin~

1!

2!

Kick Out!!

Smith: I have no idea how Mario kicked out of that!

Hood: His head is hard as a rock…I think he might secretly be the Terminator.

Smith: So, are Maurako and Pryde officially Out of this World?

Hood: Ohhhh man, it all makes sense now!

~Drew slaps the mat out of frustration assuming, like we all did, that this one was over. Drew grabs Mario’s legs and goes for a Texas Cloverleaf…Mario however, kicks Drew off of him. Drew stumbles back into the ropes as Mario kicks up to his feet showing great athleticism. Drew bounces off the ropes and Mario drills him with a spear!! Drew hits hard as Mario scurries over and tags in Pryde! Pryde leaps back to the top rope as Drew is on all fours, he leaps off and nails Drew in the back of the head with a top rope drop kick to the back of Drew’s head! Drew’s face smashes into the mat~

Smith: And here comes Pryde!

Hood: Damn, did you see Mario? I didn’t know a guy on roids could move like that!

Smith: Maybe he’s NOT on roids…ever consider that?

Hood: Haha, c’mon, man

~Pryde backs up into a corner…however, it’s the opposing team’s corner. He waits for Drew to get to his feet. While doing so, Payne grabs Pryde and begins to choke him with the tag rope!! Pryde kicks his feet wildly as Scruff rushes over and yells at Payne. Payne quickly stops as Pryde is kneeling down, coughing. Drew rushes in and drills Pryde in the side of the head with a running knee!! Pryde falls onto his back and Drew goes for a pin, Scruff makes the count~

1!

2!

Kick Out!

Smith: First time in Pryde’s career he’s truly been tested and he’s passed!

Hood: It’s just one kick out man, chill

Smith: I’m just saying…so far, he’s off to a good start.

Hood: Fuck, well let’s just name him Southern Champion right now…the guy kicked out of a running knee…HOLY SHIT!

Smith: I don’t care for your tone

~Drew yanks Pryde to his feet and drags him towards Mario. He tosses Pryde into the corner and yells for Mario to tag him. Mario seems surprised by isn’t going to pass this up. Mario tags Pryde on the top of the head and enters into the ring. Drew stands in the middle of the ring challenging Mario…Mario goes after him~

Smith: The rookie…the man who claims to be a multiple World Champ and Hall of Famer isn’t going to waste his time…he wants Mario.

Hood: Big mistake, rookie…you’re about to pay for it.

Smith: This should be interesting

~Mario and Drew begin an all out brawl in the middle of the ring with Drew surprisingly gaining the upper hand. Mario begins to reel backwards into a corner. Drew takes a few steps back and runs at Mario, Mario ducks and lifts Drew over the top turnbuckle. Drew lands on the apron and quickly climbs to the top. Mario’s back is still to him…Drew leaps off and drops Mario with the Perfect Neck breaker from the top rope!! Mario falls onto his back holding his neck in pain. Drew gets to his feet proud of himself~

Smith: What a move! Man, he just took it to Mario Maurako!

Hood: Yea, well I heard Mario had the Swine Flu earlier tonight.

Smith: He did not have the swine flu

Hood: Okay, the bird flu or the yak flu…he had something!

Smith: I don’t think so!

~Drew grabs Mario’s legs and this time he’s able to lock in the Texas Cloverleaf he tried earlier. Mario yells out in pain and reaches out, hoping to grab Pryde’s hand…however, Pryde is too far away. Mario then turns his attention to the ropes and reaches out for them…they are a few inches from his fingers but certainly not an unattainable distance without a bit of an effort on his end. The fans begin to cheer, hoping to see OCW’s most arrogant superstar who is legitimately over tap out~

Smith: Drew Stevenson calls that submission The Missouri Cloverleaf!

Hood: Boy, the guy really had to dig down deep in the creative caverns of his brain for that one.

Smith: Stop being rude

Hood: Since it’s the Missouri Cloverleaf…does that mean it affects a more northern portion of the back and is painful on a much smaller scale? Cause, if so, he’d be better off using the Texas Cloverleaf

Smith: I don’t know, why don’t you let him apply it on you and report back with the findings.

Hood: Nah, I’m kewl

~Mario seems close to tapping as Drew really leans back, applying the pressure. Mario though, gets a second wind and, instead of tapping, lunges forward and grabs the bottom rope!! Drew falls off of Mario’s back from the momentum of Mario’s lunge and releases the hold. The crowd boos as Mario appears to be saved. Drew gets to his feet and stands back, waiting for Mario…Mario gets to his and Drew goes for a superkick! Mario ducks it, grabs Drew from behind and drills him into the mat with a Full Nelson Slam!! Drew hits hard as the ring shakes! Mario falls on Drew for the pin~

1!

2!

Kick Out!!!

Smith: Drew kicked out of Super Mario!

Hood: For the love, Mario…finish this rookie off!

Smith: This is quickly turning into my favorite match of the night!

Hood: Over the battle royal?

Smith: Uhhh, yes

~Mario moves to tag Pryde as Drew gets to his feet and heads over to tag Payne. Both men are tagged simultaneously. Pryde sprints towards Payne, Payne goes for a big boot but Pryde runs under it. Pryde runs into the corner, climbs the turnbuckles and flips through the air with a Moonsault! Payne turns around and catches Pryde. He positions him, jumps in the air and drills Pryde with a jumping Tombstone Piledriver!!! Payne quickly pins Pryde as Scruff makes the count~

1!

2!

Shoulder Up!!

Smith: Wowowowow

Hood: Quit talking like an infant!

Smith: Infants can’t talk!

~Payne gets to his feet and reaches down, grasping Pryde by the neck. He yanks Pryde up by his neck, showing incredible strength. Payne lifts Pryde all the way up, going for the ChokeBomb. Pryde lifts a quick knee under Payne’s chin…it temporarily dazes the big man. Pryde then flips over the top of Payne’s head and works his way for a sunset flip. Payne, though, sits out on Pryde’s chest! He gets back to his feet and motions to the crowd, they boo him loudly~

Smith: Dangit! I thought Pryde had something going there.

Hood: Are you kidding me? He was like that fly buzzing around your head…Payne finally swatted him with a rolled up Hustler magazine.

Smith: Hustler magazine?

Hood: Yea, you know, using one of the few pages with words on it.

~Payne reaches down and grabs Pryde by the throat a second time. He lifts him up again, hoping to nail the ChokeBomb…Pryde, though, headbutts Payne! He repeatedly headbutts him until Payne loses control of the situation. Pryde grabs the back of Payne’s head, kicks away from him by jamming his feet into Payne’s midsection and drops Payne with a Facebuster!! The crowd erupts, cheering for the masked newcomer~

Hood: Oh come the fuck on!

Smith: What was wrong with that?

Hood: Masked wrestlers shouldn’t be allowed to head butt…are you kidding me!!

Smith: A mask is a perfectly legal wardrobe choice.

Hood: What’s next? Brass knuckles under fucking gloves? A grenade inside a boot? Where do we draw the line???

Smith: Grenade sounds like a good starting point.

~Payne and Pryde get to their feet at the same time. Payne kicks Pryde in the gut and lifts him up for a suplex. Pryde, though, kicks his legs, trying to get out of it. Payne staggers back and lets go of Pryde. Pryde lands on his feet on the top turnbuckle of the nearest corner. Both Payne and Pryde turn around at the same time, Pryde leaps off with a front flip into a Huricanrana!!! He nails it and holds onto Payne’s legs for the pin! The crowd counts along with Scruff’s hand as it slams into the mat~

1!

2!

3!!!!

~The crowd cheers for Pryde as the bell rings and Belvedere makes the call~

Belvedere: Here are your winners and the team that will be advancing to the semi-finals of the Lethal Lottery….MARIO MAURAKO & PRYDE!!!!!

~Drew Stevenson slams the top turnbuckle in frustration and quickly exits the ring area in anger. Maurako enters into the ring and looks at Pryde. He gives him a nod of appreciation for his efforts before exiting without a hand shake or raising each other’s hands. Pryde gives it no mind as he climbs to the top rope and poses for the fans. Payne, meanwhile, slowly gets to his feet. He yanks Pryde down from the top rope, kicks him in the gut, lifts him up and drops him with the ChokeBomb!! Pryde is laid out in the middle of the ring as the fans boo loudly with Damian Payne exiting the ring and heading backstage visibly pissed off about the loss~

Smith: What the…

Hood: Fuck yea, Payne…don’t put up with any of that masked shit…how about we make this two out of three falls?

Smith: Those are NOT the rules and that is the sign of a sore loser! Get out of here you Sadistically Insane person or whatever…Sadistic Insanity, does that even make sense?

Hood: Does a grown man named Smith make sense?

Smith: Let’s go backstage

~We cut backstage where Richard is found eating a bag of lays potato chips celebrating his huge victory in tonight’s battle royal. Several custodians surround him, patting him on the back. A giant lunch lady walks up with a box of half eaten chocolate. Richard thanks her…suddenly, a hand comes into the picture and swats the chocolate away. The custodians all scurry off as Scoot Time gets in Richard’s face! The crowd can be heard chanting “SCOOOOOOOOOOOOT” inside the gymnasium~

Scoot Time: What you trying to prove?

Richard: Yo Mr Time
It wasn’t no Crime
I got my first win
They rated it a ten
I will continue to rise
Until I reach the skies
Tonight was just the first
My career is about to burst
Onto the scene so high and bright
Hot damn, I could really use a Sprite

~Scoot throws his hand into Richard’s face, stopping his stupid rap~

Scoot Time: Only room in OCW for one Scoot

~Scoot turns around and crawls away as Richard sifts through some change in his pocket and heads for the nearest vending machine to get that lemon lime soda. We cut back to ringside~

Smith: And so, there’s that

Hood: I smell a new rivalry a-brewin! Scoot and Richard…a match for the ages!

Smith: Hold on, we’re not even sure Scoot is an actual human at this stage in his career…he could just be some kind of hologram

Hood: What? Why would you call him a hologram?

Smith: How many times has he visibly died in front of our very eyes

Hood: Maybe he’s a cat

Smith: It’s been way more than nine times

Hood: Maybe he’s got the soul of nine cats inside of him

Smith: That is just ridiculous…let’s cut to something more serious while we’ve got a break in the action. I’d like to send us to a shot of some interesting footage from this past weekend. Apparently our esteemed President paid a visit to a local Shreveport casino.

Hood: What? And he didn’t invite me?

Smith: I don’t know what to tell you, Hood.

Hood: I spent the whole weekend looking for Bourbon St…you know, for such a famous location, it’s hard as fuck to find.

Smith: Bourbon St?

Hood: Fuck yea, man…that badass place in the French Quarter which is located in Louisiana…we’re in Louisiana, aren’t we?

Smith: Well, yes…but Bourbon Street is in New Orleans…we’re in Shreveport.

Hood: What are you saying?

Smith: Louisiana is a state, not a city…Bourbon St is like four hours away.

Hood: Well why didn’t somebody tell me that!

Smith: People don’t go around spewing common sense to strangers…it comes off offensive.

Hood: Well people are stupid!

Smith: Yea, case in point.

Hood: What’s THAT supposed to mean?

Smith: Roll the footage!

~We cut to the casino floor of Margaritaville hotel resort and casino in Shreveport, Louisiana. “Margaritaville” by Jimmy Buffet is playing over the loud speakers…this would seem ironic to anyone who HASN’T been to a Margaritaville casino before. Anyway, Dean is seated at a Black Jack table with a Coors Light beer in his hand. He’s got a couple of shiny black chips in the bet section signaling a $200 wager. Nobody else is at the table. The dealer tosses Dean a six…Dean shakes his head…Dean then gets a five…he perks up. The dealer shows a 6~

Dean: Well, shit, sucka…you gotta double that down.

~Dean slides two more black chips out…the Dealer throws him a nine, giving him 20. Dean smiles, feeling pretty good…under the dealer’s six, he pulls out a ten…Dean pumps his fist. The dealer then draws five for 21. Dean, taking a sip of his beer as the wicked 5 is unearthed. Upon seeing it, he spits beer everywhere and slams his fist into the table~

Dean: Every mother fucking time!

Dealer: I’m sorry, sir

~The dealer rakes Dean’s $400 in chips away. You can almost hear some over the top sad tune playing in your head~

Dean: Don’t apologize to me, get Buffet down here and explain how a brother can’t win at a game called BLACK jack for fuck’s sake.

~Dean, looking broker than a person who placed a bet on TGO to win Most charismatic wrestler of the month, gets up to leave the table with his half drank beer. As he starts to get up, a friendly hand pats him on the shoulder. Dean turns around and sees Jimmy Buffet~

Dean: Holy shit…that actually worked? I need to do that next time Jack in the Box screws up my order.

Jimmy Buffet: Well, if it isn’t my favorite college basketball player…how many games did we win together shaving those points again?

~Dean laughs nervously, looking side to side…he can tell Buffet is obviously wasted~

Dean: Easy now, Jimmy…this is an extremely public place.

Jimmy Buffet: Ah, fuck it! If they try and arrest you for that, you can come and live on MY island…no jurisdiction there, bitch!

~People start to turn and look in their direction…they instantly recognize Buffet, which causes a reaction. Dean places his arm around Buffet and escorts him to a more private location…the high limit room. A small nerdy man with a beautiful female model are the only two people in there…they are seated at a black jack table. We pay them no further focus as it’s more of a stereotype than anything which will actually pertain to the plot at hand. Dean drags Buffet over to a corner of the room where some $100 slot machines are located. Buffet looks at them~

Jimmy Buffet: Hundred dollars? Holy fuck that’s expensive! Who runs this joint…oh, I do! Hahaha…so, Dean, what you been up to lately? Crushing ass?

Dean: Jimmy, you know I’ve been running a wrestling federation all these years, right?

Jimmy Buffet: Sorry, kiddo…I’ve never been much of a fan. Few years back I met some wrestler guy…total loser dickwad…soured me on the whole concept.

~Buffet takes stock of Dean, he notices the outdated clothes and the fact he was playing at a regular table rather than the high limit table~

Jimmy Buffet: Are you doing okay, kid? I seem to remember you dressing better during your college days. Do you need a job?

Dean: Ha, no…I’m okay, like I said, I’m running a professional wrestling company…now, if you could put some money into that, then we could talk.

~Dean says this in a joking manner…Buffet gets a serious look about him. He finishes the glass of liquor in his hand and hurls it into the wall, it shatters. The dealer in the room, at first appalled, sees who threw it and laughs~

Dealer: NICE THROW, MR. BUFFET!

Jimmy Buffet: You bet your ass! All district like eighty years ago or some shit.

~Buffet hiccups and almost looks like he’s going to spit up his drink….however, being the pro that he is, he swallows it down. He places both hands on Dean’s shoulders and speaks straight to him~

Jimmy Buffet: Now, you listen to me, son…if you need any help with that business, just give me a call. I’ll never forget what you did for me back in your college days…you’ve always been a friend to me, Dean.

Dean: Thanks, Jimmy.

~Buffet looks Dean in the eye, nods and pats him on the shoulder. He moves to head out of the high roller room before barking an order at a dealer~

Jimmy Buffet: Give that man a ten thousand dollar credit…on the house!

Dealer: You got it, Mr. Buffet!

~Buffet sings the words to “Margaritaville” happily in a drunken stupor as Dean walks up to the black jack table with a ‘when in Rome’ look on his face. He looks up at the dealer~

Dean: Can I just cash these out now and leave?

Dealer: I’m afraid that’s not how this works, sir. You can only take what you win over the ten thousand dollar mark.

Dean: Damnit…alright, let’s go, sucka.

~The dealer slides several high dollar chips in front of Dean. He bets $100 and wins. The dealer asks if Dean wants to cash his $100 out…Dean decides to let it ride as our scene comes to an end. We cut to Dean who is seated in his office with Skytz~

Skytz: So? Did you win? How much did you walk away with?

Dean: Thirty empty beers and a massive headache.

Skytz: Ouch.

Dean: Yea.

Skytz: You think he’d really loan money if we needed it?

Dean: Nah, I’ve been around enough rich drunk people to know what’s legit and what’s not.

~Dean’s phone rings…it’s a strange number…he looks up at Skytz and motions for him to leave. Skytz does and Dean answers~

Dean: This is Dean…what? Special phrase…uhhh…wait, I remember how this goes…We’re on Island Time…

~Dean pauses as he gets through~

Dean: Jimmy! Hey, man…good to hear from ya and almost sober at that…what’s up?

~We quickly cut from Dean’s office and back to ringside~

Smith: Well, that was certainly interesting

Hood: And now I’m FURIOUS Dean didn’t invite to Margaritaville…that unimaginable bastard!

Smith: Do you think Dean will be angry that we just aired his point shaving scandal on regional television?

Hood: Nah, nobody cares about that shit…I think we’re more appalled at what that smoking hot chick was doing next to that nerd!

Smith: Money talks, Hood.

Hood: You’ve given me the greatest idea ever! I can create dollar bills that actually talk…it can be “Money Talks, Yo”

Smith: Don’t do that

Hood: Why? You jelly?

Smith: No, it’s just that idea is terrible and you’ll go broke and be even harder to handle than usual.

Hood: It’s the yo, isn’t it…doesn’t appeal to a broad enough demographic. Okay then, how about “Money talks, Anglo Man”

Smith: Just stop using your brain in that manner…it doesn’t work.

Hood: Wow, could you imagine if someone told the Marx brothers that? We’d have no fucking airplanes you crusher of dreams…blocker of progress…

Smith: Yea, there’s no need to really respond to this

~We cut backstage to the suite of rooms that has been outfitted as TGO's temporary backstage office for the week. The Great One himself is nowhere to be seen, nor are any of his lackeys. The door handle jiggles. It is obviously locked. We hear some muttering in the hallway and suddenly the door handle begins to glow purple! The glow fades, and the door swings open as if by magic. LilJungleMan enters, cackling deviously. He holds the end of a leather leash. He pulls on it violently and a reluctant Scoot Time follows him into the office. Scoot is wearing an old "The Donnas" tour t-shirt, a pair of Twinkle Toes Sketchers, and nothing else. He is holding what appears to be a mostly-empty pint of Kent Foods "Flamin' Hot" Hot Sauce.~

LilJungleMan: Finish it!

~LilJungleMan slaps Scoot Time across the face. Scoot yelps and chugs the last of the hot sauce. LilJungleMan drags him to the middle of the room.~

LilJungleMan: You may begin!

~Scoot groans, and then begins shitting violently all over the floor. The magma-like feces erupts from his butthole like a fire hose. LilJungleMan laughs, vomits casually, and laughs some more. As Scoot Time continues to defecate and whine, LilJungleMan drags him around on the leash in some weird choreography. Every few feet, LilJungleMan screams "stop!" and slaps Scoot Time in the face, then drags him to a new position, slaps him again, and demands "continue!" A minute or two later, when this has finally ended, there is a crudely-splattered message across TGO's office floor in red-hot human waste. The grotesque lettering reads: "SYREN IS BEST".~

LilJungleMan: You've done well, Scoot Thing.

~Scoot Time whimpers. He is shuddering on the floor in the fetal position. Like the dog he is, he tries to soothe his raw, bloody butthole with his tongue, but he can't quite reach. LilJungleMan places a single banana peel on top of TGO's desk, then sets a human skull on top of it. He was not carrying these items when he first walked in, but there's no telling what he's hiding in those wizard robes of his...Satisfied with his work, LilJungleMan exits the room, dragging the half-dead form of Scoot Time behind him. Out in the hallway, they see a weird, reddish glow around a corner. The glow fades and Scott Syren stumbles towards them from that direction. He is worn out, cut up and bruised badly.~

Syren: Is it done?

LilJungleMan: The message has been delivered. How fares L'Ardanth? It looks like you could have used your armor...

Syren: No shit. That whore and her husband will pay for stealing it. All in good time. Anyway, I've bought the L'Ardanthians some time. The goblins are regrouping. I'll need you to come with me next time. Your sorcery was sorely missed. Can I see the message, or did you re-lock Kent's office already?

LilJungleMan: It's fine, you don't need to check it.

Syren: God dammit, you left banana peels and skulls in there, didn't you?

LilJungleMan: No! Why would I... well... just one of each.

Syren: We talked about this...

~Ironically, a man with a cart full of those fresh smelling trees people hang in their cars passes by. Syren kicks the guy pushing the cart in the head and runs off with all the nice smelling trees. We cut back to ringside~

Smith: That is a double jerk move!

Hood: He may have needed those

Smith: I’m not TGO fan…but nobody is going to need those more than he is once he returns to his office.

Hood: Well, that’s what he gets for having a nicer office than Dean.

Smith: Why is Dean still working out of bathrooms anyway?

Hood: To avoid a situation like that…if TGO’s office was a room full of toilets he wouldn’t have such a mess on his hands.

Smith: Indeed!

Hood: I love the smell of this place

Smith: Meh, it’s okay…but you know what’s going to be great? Our next match as The Great One and Noah Mackenzie take on Amber Ryan and Danny B in the third and final Lethal Lottery match this evening!

Hood: Sorry, all I heard was The Great One

Smith: Of course that’s all you heard…so many dynamics in this match. Noah is looking to rebound from his epic Internet Title match against Kenshin. Danny B and Amber Ryan, meanwhile, are looking to fulfill the promise their careers showed just a little over a month ago.

Hood: Yea, maybe they will last five minutes in the ring with The Great One…that would be worthy of a win for them, in my book.

Smith: I think you’re selling them way short…tonight’s match is going to be a close one…it could go either way…I for one, cannot wait to see the end result

Hood: Well, fuck me sideways, let’s get this shit underway!

Lethal Lottery Tag Match
”The Messiah of Mayhem” Noah Mackenzie (4-3) & The Great One (1-0) vs. “The Ripper” Danny B (2-1) & Amber “Distorted Angel” Ryan (1-1)

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, this next match is a tag team match scheduled for one fall and it is a first round match in the Lethal Lottery!!

~”Extreme” by Valora begins to play as the fans stand and give a nice applause for the return of Amber Ryan. She hustles down to the ring~

Belvedere: Introducing first, from Dallas, Texas…standing 5’7 and weighing in at 155lbs…Amber “Distorted Angel” Ryan!!!

~Her music ends as “Valentine” by Xandria begins and the crowd gives a mixed reaction to Danny B as he makes his way to the ring~

Belvedere: And her partner, from Brighton, England…standing 5’11 and weighing in at 201 lbs…”The Ripper” Danny B!!!

~Danny B and Amber consult with each other…actually, it looks more like a slight quarrel as Danny B’s theme ends and “Sad but True” by Metallica begins to play. The fans boo loudly when they see the turncoat, Noah Mackenzie, walk down to the ring~

Belvedere: And their opponents, first, from Dublin, Ireland…standing 6’2 and weighing in at 231lbs…”The Messiah of Mayhem” Noah Mackenzie!!!

~Mackenzie enters the ring as his music ends and “Take Out The Gunman” by Chevelle begins…the boos only increase when OCW Hall of Famer and former World Champion, The Great One, makes his way to the ring~

Belvedere: And his partner, from Dallas, Texas…standing 6’6 and weighing in at 286 lbs…he is an OCW Hall of Famer….The Great One!!!

~TGO reaches the ring as Belvedere makes a quick exit. Trevor and Noah talk amongst themselves before the bell ring and they agree to let Noah start meanwhile, Danny B and Amber seems to be on the page as much but Amber gives in and lets Danny B start for their team. The bell rings and Danny and Noah lock up with Noah getting the upper hand and irish whipping Danny to the ropes. Danny holds himself on the ropes as Noah gets overzealous and misses a dropkick and falls on his face. Danny follows up with a kick to Noah’s face. He pulls Noah up and gives him a belly to back suplex. Amber Ryan is asking for the tag and Danny shrugs and gives her the tag~

Smith: These two former enemies are going to have a hard time working together here …but so far they seem to be doing okay.

Hood: Just because they got one tag means they are working well? They are not half the well oiled machine that Team Gavin Reed are.

~Amber comes in like a firecracker and does a dropkick on Noah’s knee cap that sends him backwards. She follows up with another dropkick to the knee …and then a dropkick to his face that sends him into the ropes. Amber follows up with a clothesline but Noah duck as she flies over the ropes …but she lands on her feet on the apron …but on Noah and TGO’s side. Immediately as she lands, TGO runs across the apron and knocks her off with a clothesline~

Smith: Amber showing great agility but The Great One has an agenda here as does Noah.

Hood: Yes, and there agenda is to make sure this company actually has a decent regional title and a champion we can all look up to.

Smith: Say what you want about the Central CHAMPION but that title means A LOT for the region it represents and holding that title is still prestigious despite the introduction of the new title and the controversy from Resurrection.

Hood: You say that now, just wait until one of these men is a champion we can all look up to and you will be like “Central Champion what?”

Smith: I seriously doubt that, the rest of us are not as fickle as you. But being the Southern champion will for sure be an honor and it is a matter of time before we can declare which is better.

~TGO then jumps off the apron to slide her back into the ring as Noah performs an armdrag on her. He pulls her back up and lands a double arm DDT on her …planting her into the mat. Noah quickly goes to his corner and tags in The Great One who gets welcomed with a chorus of boos. Amber comes up to her feet …and gets sent right back down with a boot to the face. TGO pulls her right back up with a stalling suplex and slams her into the mat once again. Danny B is holding his arm out, hoping that Amber can make the tag. …But TGO immediately turns around to knock him off of the apron. He turns back around to continue his work on Amber Ryan he tosses her into the corner and lands a running elbow into her cranium …she falls down in sitting position and TGO follows up with a running knee to her face. But an angered Danny B slides back into the ring and starts hammering TGO with punches to his cranium~

Smith: The Ripper taking great OFFENSE to The Great One’s cheap and getting himself involved here.

Hood: Illegally! They should be disqualified.

Smith: Maybe Gavin Reed’s team should focus on the opponent in the ring and not the opponent on the apron then.

Hood: That would be idiotic ring psychology, Smith.

~Noah Mackenzie is out of his corner and starts to pound on Danny B …but Amber comes to and spears a distracted TGO before he can help Noah. Noah turns around …JUST IN TIME TO GET SPEARED OVER THE TOP ROPE FROM AMBER RYAN. She then falls back to her knees and tries crawling to her corner …but Danny B isn’t there. She screams for him to get back to his corner …and he tries coming to and getting up on the apron. She crawls forward as he jumps up on the apron and is about to hold his arm out …but TGO pulls her back by the hair and nails her with a sit out powerbomb that seems to take her out of the game again. The Great One goes for the pin~

Smith: This could come to an early end as TGO performs an awesome looking powerbomb.

Hood: I’ve been saying how dominating these guys are going to be leading up to Black Out 2 and this should be the proof right there.

…1

…2

…Amber kicks out.

~TGO pulls her up to her feet and goes for another powerbomb …but she starts punching him in the face and reverses it into a hurricanrana that sends him colliding with the mat. Smith: The impressively insane Amber Ryan getting her second wind with a little more of an ariel tactic than we regularly see from her …but when the weight difference is what it is, sometimes you have to go against the grain~

Hood: Do you really think a woman like Amber Ryan can beat a LEGEND like The Great One?

Smith: Seeing as when she debuted she was cleaning house? Then yes.

~Once again, she begins crawling to her corner and is almost about to get the tag from Danny B BUT Noah Mackenzie bursts out of the corner and hits her with a scoop slam that lays her out once more. And once more Danny B is out of his corner to get Noah out of the ring. The two ignore the referee as they brawl back to the outside. Once again Amber finds herself crawling towards her corner but TGO is now doing the same. Both do not realize that there partners are gone until they reach their corners. A look of frustration crosses both as they turn back towards each other …knowing there is no other choice TGO and Amber race towards eachother. Amber ducks a clothesline attempt and out of sheer desperation NAILS HIM WITH HER FINISHER, a double underhook lockout DDT that gets a HUGE pop from the fans~

Smith: OUT OF NOWHERE, Amber hits a desperation Original Sin due to the fact that she has been in the ring for a long period of time and it was now or never.

Hood: She is going for the pin? How stupid is that? She should have tagged in the fresher man.

~Amber Ryan throws her arm over TGO’s chest and scruff begins the count~

…1

…2

…NOAH BREAKS THE COUNT!

Smith: The Messiah of Mayhem saves the day . Who knows what would have happened?

Hood: I do. TGO would have kicked out so hard that he would throw her into the turnbuckle.

~Scruff makes Noah go back to his corner as Amber Ryan tries to continue working on TGO with lefts and rights and then slaps to his head. …BUT TGO NAILS HER WITH A SPINEBUSTER OUT OF DESPERATION. He falls back down to the mat and both himself and Amber are down. The fans clap Amber on as she inches closer and closer to her corner. But TGO is trying to make his way to his corner as well. The fans clap Amber on ….RIGHT AS TGO MAKES THE TAG TO NOAH MACKENZIE~

Smith: Amber needs to make the tag but it seems that TGO and Noah Mackenzie are not going to make that possible with the thus far in his OCW career impressive Noah Mackenzie.

Hood: He isn’t just impressive has been mowing over the competition.

Smith: Unless your name is Kenshin or Brianna.

Hood: I do not know what you are talking about.

~Noah rushes in and immediately pulls her away from her corner once again as he is being booed by the crowd in attendance. Noah pulls her up and hits an STO on her. He then springboards off the middle rope and hits a moonsault on the incredibly burnt out Amber Ryan. He follows up by kicking her in the ribs. He quickly flips the booing fans the bird before heading to the top turnbuckle. He steadies himself on the top and looks to be going for his finisher …BUT Amber springs to life to shake the ropes as loses his balance and his groin collides with the turnbuckle as the OCW fans cheer at this~

Hood: That has GOT to hurt badly there. Come on Noah, you almost had her.

Smith: Amber, who has still has yet to make a tag, is trying her best to survive here with another desperation attempt which might have paid off as she inches closer to her corner.

~Amber inches closer to the corner as Danny B is holding at his hand in a frenzy to get in and win this match for his team. Amber Ryan crawls toward him and holds out her arm …closer and closer … She is about to make the tag BUT TGO IS OUT OF HIS CORNER AGAIN KNOCKS DANNY B OFF THE APRON ONCE MORE SENDING HIM OUTSIDE. Before Scruff gets on his ass, he makes sure to punt Amber Ryan in the head which sends her all the way back. He finally goes back into his corner as Noah Mackenzie comes back to and immediately nails her with his set up maneuver, The Mackenzie Driver~

Smith: DAMMIT! The Great One once again prevents her from making the tag.

Hood: And THAT is how you work as a team.

Smith: I cannot not deny that.

~He works his way to the turnbuckle once again and wastes no time steadying himself and goes for his top rope shooting star leg drop that will end this match ….BUT AMBER ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY OUT THE LAST MINUTE AND NOAH LANDS ON HIS BUTT IN GREAT PAIN. Smith: Once again, SOMEHOW, SOMEWAY, Amber Ryan avoids taking Mackenzie’s match ending finisher and she once again tries to go her corner~

Hood: She should just give up. There is no winning this one. TGO and Noah are just too commanding and there is too much on the line for them.

Smith: I can’t deny that they have been showing that in their strategy to alienate Ryan from Danny.

~Amber starts to crawl to the corner once again as Danny tries to get back up to the apron again. But instead of going to her corner …she leaps to the opponents corner and immediately knocks TGO off the apron~

Smith: Amber Ryan finally wises up and gets Gavin Reed’s team at their own game.

Hood: AGAIN, DQ her Scruff!

Smith: You do realize that you are working off a double standard right?

Hood: I like to think I am progressive and being the first person to protest female violence against men. See what feminism has done to our society?

~The fans in attendance cheer Amber on as she once again inches toward her corner as Danny B has his arm out. And there is a huge pop as she finally makes the hot tag to Danny B. Danny comes out of his corner and immediately nails Noah with his Explosion Clothesline. He quickly hooks the leg~

…1

…2

…Kickout!

Smith: The Ripper almost takes them all by surprise by nearly getting the pinfall on Noah. This could change the course of the match.

Hood: Yeah, it makes me want to have Syren appear and make me disappear.

Smith: For the last time, he doesn’t have magical powers.

Hood: Oh you non-believer.

~Danny doesn’t get frustrated but instead pulls Noah back up and nails him with a massive spear that gets another huge pop from the crowd …from a wrestler that doesn’t usually get favorable crowd reactions. Before he can go for the Desti-Knee in the corner of his eye, he notices TGO come out of his corner. Danny instead his him with an atomic drop before drop kicking him into the corner. He follows up with a big splash. Danny then immediately dodges out of the way from a Noah Mackenzie attack and the highflyer shoulder connects with the turnbuckle. Danny goes for the pin~

…1

…2

…Noah kicks out right before the 3.

Smith: The red hot Ripper almost had that one …AGAIN!

Hood: He was just playing possum. It is all apart their plan.

~Danny pulls Noah up but Mackenzie rakes the eyes and immediately follows up with ANOTHER Mackenzie Driver. Instead of going for the turnbuckle, he tags in TGO. TGO rushes in and performs a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker on Danny B. He immediately goes for the cover~

…1

…2

…Amber breaks the pin.

Smith: TGO back in and on the offensive with ANOTHER near pinfall.

Hood: They certainly are coming in fast now, aren’t they?

Smith: I think both parties want to get the pin before fatigue kicks in and there is a possibility of losing.

~TGO turns to her to cuss her out …but he turns around into a school boy from Danny B~

…1

…2

…Noah breaks the pin.

Smith: And once again, we were SO close to an upset from the Team of Danny and Amber.

Hood: But we weren’t. Noah and Trevor has had this one tied down since the beginning. They have come in with a major strategy and have followed through. Danny and Amber have been playing defense all match.

Smith: But here comes Amber to keep things fair.

~Amber Ryan is once again out of her corner and starts hammering Noah with lefts and rights. They battle out of the ring leaving TGO and Noah in the ring. TGO is immediately back up but IMMEDIATELY gets nailed with The Ripper’s finisher, Desti-Knee. With Amber working over Noah, Danny knows it is his moment and immediately goes for the cover~

Smith: DESTI-KNEE AND THIS COULD BE IT FOR The GREAT ONE AS HE JUST GOT HAMMERED WITH THE RIPPER’s FINISHING MANUEVER. And Amber has Noah taken care of. This one is over.

Hood: I have a feeling it isn’t.

…1

…2

…Scruff is distracted by something and can’t finish the call.

Hood: YES! Gavin Reed saves the day!

Smith: What is he doing down here and wielding a steel chair? Does he even know how to use one of those things.

~Scruff eyed Gavin Reed running down to the ring with a steel chair and turned to stop him from interrupting the match. Gavin argues with Scruff as Danny B is up and starts arguing with Reed. Reed argues that he has every right to be here~

Smith: You have to believe that Danny B had this one won for his team but that weasel Gavin Reed intervened and you have to believe that Ripper is not happy with that one bit. Him and Reed have come to blows before and this rivalry continues.

Hood: Danny B will rue the day he ever messed with Reed.

Smith: But even Noah seems distracted by Reed’s presence here.

~This gives Noah an opportunity to sneak back into the ring and nail Danny B with a straight jacket lungblower from behind. Gavin falls back down to the outside as Noah tries bringing TGO to his feet. Scruff attempts to get Noah out of the ring but he just argues with him. Like lighting, Amber Ryan is back in the ring and brawling with Noah. Scruff tries to break them up but TGO is back up on his and performs Impaler DDT on her. Scruff yells at everyone to get back to their corner but it is ignored~

Smith: And it has to be all over for Danny and Amber as both Noah and The Great One are on a tear now thanks to Gavin Reed

Hood: Finally, you make a correct prediction.

~The Great One gives Noah a look …and he immediately slaps Amber Ryan into Mexican Surfboard position. As he is doing this, TGO grabs Danny B by the hair and lifts him up into powerbomb position. The fans gasp as TGO POWERBOMBS DANNY B INTO AMBER RYAN’S BODY THAT WAS IN SURFBOARD POSITION. Both are laid out in the middle of the ring. There is a brief HOLY SHIT chant as Team Gavin try gathering themselves. TGO makes the pinfall on Danny B as Noah counts along with Scruff~

…1

…2

…3… NO!

Smith: SOMEHOW, SOMEWAY, DANNY B is still in this one. You have to believe that his drive for the Southern Title is given him the second win …even after that insane maneuver by the two ring veterans.

Hood: How in the world are either Amber or Danny still alive?

Smith: And once again, Trevor is taken aback by Danny’s resilience. I think maybe he underestimated his opponents just a tad.

Hood: Nah, Danny and Amber are just annoying like that.

Danny B gets his shoulder up at the last minute as TGO looks shocked and the crowd in the gym are practically on their feet as the violently insane duo are still in this one. Outside the ring, Gavin Reed slams the apron out of frustration~

Smith: Gavin Reed is NOT happy with this predicament. Do you think maybe he is having second thoughts on the team he helped come together?

Hood: Of course not. Both The Great One and Noah were the safest investment anyone could make.

~Noah and TGO immediately start stomping on Danny B …but Scruff gets Noah back in his corner …just for him to get tagged in by TGO. Noah immediately heads up to the top turnbuckle as TGO holds up Danny B on his shoulders. They proceed to nail Danny with the Doomsday Device. Noah immediately goes for the pin~

…1

…2

…Amber breaks up the pin.

Smith: Great team work from Reed’s team with that CLASSIC tag team maneuver but once again, Amber and Danny are doing a great job keeping each other in this match even though their opponents stacked the deck against them.

Hood: The deck isn’t stacked against them. They just aren’t that good.

Smith: Yes, because Gavin Reed being down here is not a handi-cap.

~As she scurries back to her corner, Noah continues to stomp on Danny again. He then springboards off the ropes for a spinning heel kick on Danny …BUT Danny ducks just by what seems to be instinct. Noah is back up and Danny goes for a kick but Noah catches it …Danny then nails him with an enziguri. He rushes to his corner where Amber is holding her hand out, awaiting for the tag. He is about to get it …BUT Miranda pulls her off the apron before that could happen and Danny B falls flat~

Smith: And yet ANOTHER way that Gavin’s team is given the upperhand as Noah’s valet gets herself involved and prevents the tag. I’ll give it to them, they planned this out fairly well.

Hood: SEE! Gavin and TGO of all people understand how important the Southern title is. It is going to be the MOST important title in the company.

Smith: That remains to be seen.

~Noah gets the tag to TGO and once again, The Great One is in and rattles Danny with a knee to the face. He follows with a belly to back suplex. Then release German Suplex. This is then followed with a boot to Danny B’s face. But suddenly, there is a commotion outside the ring as Amber Ryan gets revenge by irish whipping Miranda into the steel steps. This sends Noah to jump off the apron to attack her …but not before she Spears Gavin Reed into the barricade. Noah attacks but she dodges and NAILS him with another Original Sin that lays him out on the canvas`

Smith: And Amber cleaning HOUSE outside the ring as the fans are going crazy for her taking out Miranda, Gavin, AND Noah. Could the tide be turning.

Hood: No, of course not. That would be insane.

~The Great One is about to back up his partner …but NOT BEFORE DANNY B ROLLS HIM UP IN A SMALL PACKAGE. Scruff immediately makes the count~

…1

…2

~Danny B pulls on the tights for extra leverage~

…3

Hood: HE CHEATED! DID YOU SEE THAT?

Smith: Yes, I did. I don’t like it but with the way TGO and Noah have been in this match …I can’t really blame him.

Hood: This is terrible.

Smith: And TGO and Noah are out in the first match of the lethal lottery and Danny B and Amber Ryan are their way to the next round and one step closer to the Southern title.

~The bell rings and TGO is released from the pin UTTER SHOCK that Danny and Amber pulled it out …and pissed because of the underhanded way in which they one. Danny slides out under the bottom rope to avoid any revenge that Trevor believes he might be entitled to~

Hood: They were cheated out of the Southern title. Danny pulled the tights. THEY WERE CHEATED. Somebody reverse the decision.

Smith: I don’t think that is going to happen, but what WILL happen is the blame game. Which one is going to take the blame here for this blunder.

Hood: It wasn’t a blunder, it was a miscalculation.

~Amber and Danny raise their arms in victory as they head backwards to the back curtain. Meanwhile in the ring, The Great One is screaming at Noah Mackenzie for ruining it for him. Gavin Reed is then in arguing with both men~

Belvedere: Here are your winners and the team that will advance to next week’s Lethal Lottery Semi-Finals…”THE RIPPER” DANNY B & AMBER “DISTORTED ANGEL” RYAN!!!!!

Smith: People are literally in shock out here right now…so let’s go backstage while we sort this situation out.

~We cut backstage where President Dean is spotted in his bathroom office playing a sweet game of Hangman on his old flip phone. Suddenly, his fun time is interrupted as The Queen of Epicness Bobbinette Carey barges in...she's still in her gear from the Battle Royal earlier and does not look happy. Dean fumbles with his phone trying to put it away...it falls on the ground...Dean stares at it for a moment before looking up at Carey~

Dean: Bobbie, so good to see ya! What's up?

~She crosses her arms in front of her tightly looking at him.~

Bobbinette: Oh well you're opinion on that is about to change in a few seconds.

~She slams her hands on the desk in front of him getting up closer.~

Bobbinette: You think that giving me a week off last week, and this would all blow over? That we would be all okay after the stunt you pulled?

~She asks glairingly.~

Bobbinette: Do you honestly think a week is enough time for me to just "get over" What you did?

Dean: Considering everything you went through with Mario, The Lost Soul and Gavin...yea, I thought you could use some personal time...was one week not enough? I mean, you're not still angry right? You realize it's just business...

Bobbinette: Are you on drugs? Seriously if OCW ever instates drug tests you should be the first tested

~She scoffs.~

Bobbinette: Business? Gavin, Lost soul and Mario? THAT's all? You aren't taking credit for anything you did, are you?

~She laughs weakly in shock.~

Bobbinette: You pulled probably one of the biggest biggity bitch moves i have EVER Seen and you are blaming it on them? You didn't come to me like a man and even try to talk to me yourself. No you took the cowards route and no wonder your company folded before. You have no balls nor brains to do what is best for the company apparently!

Dean: I've given the fans everything they've wanted in the past...you know how that turned out? Well, just look around at this office for the answer...I'm tired of being a purist...there's no room on the business end of things for purity. It's all about money and exposure...Gavin's investors and the Southern region certainly offers that. But, look, I know you're upset...you lost to Mario...you lost a shot at the Internet title earlier tonight...maybe I can give you something that might interest you

~She runs her fingers through her hair and pulls at her hair frustrated.~

Bobbinette: ARE you serious?! I didn't care about the title! I didn’t want a shot at the title. you only gave me the offer hoping it would shut me up. And guess what it didn't i saw through your pathetic attempt to try and keep me quiet. You were offering pennies to a QUEEN. There's a reason I am the Queen, because I don’t settle!

~She says snapping at him.~

Bobbinette: Only thing that could interest me is someone actually manning up to their responsibilities but obviously you don't know how to be a man nor a business owner. You know how to be a coward.

~Dean leans back and runs his fingers through his hair...the comment obviously didn't sit well with him. Tapping his fingers on the desk before him, Dean comes to a conclusion~

Dean: Believe what you want, Carey...it's obvious there's nothing I can say that's going to change your mind. However, since you don't care about titles and you are the QUEEN...how about you finish what The Lost Soul started at Black Out 2. One on one in a Hardcore Match?

Bobbinette: I agree to the one on one but I don't do hardcore. Let your other bitches bleed I have a face and image to protect.

~she says in a matter of fact tone.~

Bobbinette: I will take a one on one street fight outside in a parking lot. Those are my terms. You can't afford to lose anyone at this time in the company so the way I see it I got you by the balls on that... because I'm a name and I actually am someone rare here. I give a damn about the fans so you are going to keep me happy and I will keep them happy by not letting idiots run everything!

~Dean listens to Carey's counter offer...he acts like it's a tough one for him to consider when, in actuality, the idea sounds like a good one to him~

Dean: Okay, if it will ease some of the tensions you have towards me, then I can grant you this one favor. Its official...Bobbinette Carey will take on The Lost Soul at Black Out 2 in a Street Fight

~She flips her hair over her shoulder and walks out of the office. As she storms out, Dean bends over to pick up his phone…when he returns to his normal seated position, Gavin Reed is standing in front of him. Dean is startled and he drops his phone again…the back flies off and he sighs in disappointment~

Gavin Reed: And that’s why people don’t use flip phone’s anymore.

Dean: What do you want, Gavin?

Gavin Reed: Three things…first, excellent looking rookie out there tonight…he did a great job of putting Richard over…what was his name again?

~Gavin snickers to himself as Dean looks down at his desk~

Dean: I…I forget

Gavin Reed: No sweat, some loser like him isn’t really important. Moving on to something that is important…our second topic…let’s talk the OCW Tag Team Titles

Dean: What about them?

Gavin Reed: My investors are expecting a Tag Team Title match at Black Out 2…yet, one hasn’t been announced sooooo what’s the deal?

Dean: I’m working on it, sucka! If you haven’t noticed, I’ve been kind of busy with this Lethal Lottery shit.

Gavin Reed: Okay, fine, this week though…we need an announcement by Friday. The Power Couple look solid to me, especially after Jeremy’s performance earlier tonight in the Battle Royal.

Dean: I will definitely take that under consideration.

Gavin Reed: Second, the Central Title was decided in a House of Mirrors match…yet, the Southern Title…the world’s greatest title is going to be competed for under standard wrestling rules? C’mon, Dean…that’s pretty weak

Dean: What would you have me do, then, Gavin?

Gavin Reed: Well, you’ve already got a Street Fight with Carey and The Lost Soul…so we can’t go that route…I know, I’ve got it! How about a Hazardous Ladder Match? That should make the Black Out 2 main event surpass last month’s Central Title match with ease.

~The crowd pops inside the gym when they hear the match stipulation. Dean seems ready to get Gavin away from him and agrees for the sake of his own sanity~

Dean: Terrific, great…I love the idea…the main event at Black Out 2 will be a Hazardous Ladder Match.

Gavin Reed: Good doing business with you Dean…you look stressed, maybe you should take the rest of the night off.

~Gavin makes this remark as he exits…Dean rolls his eyes knowing that’s not possible. He reaches down to pick up his cell phone…suddenly, Leo the High School Intern walks in with the OCW Internet Champion, Kenshin Takamura..Dean is startled again and his hand jumps causing the phone to slide away from him and in front of his desk. Kenshin accidentally steps on the phone, crushing it. Dean leans back in his chair and rubs his head in frustration~

Leo: Dean! We’ve got big problems, MJ Bell isn’t likely to be medically cleared for next week’s Lethal Lottery semi-final main event.

Kenshin Takamura: I just want you to know, if I have to go it alone…I can do that.

~Dean looks at his Internet Champion, the title draped over his shoulder and visualizes the draw that a Kenshin/Syren match is going to be. He then realizes that by throwing Kenshin to the wolves next week could jeopardize that highly entertaining match~

Dean: Kenshin, I’m sorry sucka…I know how much you wanted this…but even IF MJ is cleared, I can’t in good faith put her out there. You’ve got an obligation as the Internet Champion…I’d like to see you focus on that and fulfill that obligation. So, I’m officially withdrawing your team from the Lethal Lottery.

~Kenshin lowers his head showing the briefest moment of disappointment. He quickly lifts it back up and looks at Dean in the eye~

Kenshin Takamura: Very well, I will have my opportunity another time then.

~Kenshin exits Dean’s office leaving Dean and Leo alone~

Dean: Okay, I need a new damn phone and will somebody put a fucking leash on Sean Fuller? I mean, for fucks sake...what’s next? Is he going to beat up somebody’s father?

Leo: I’ll get on it right away! Another flip phone?

Dean: I don’t care, whatever is cheap and has Hangman

Leo: You got it, boss!

~Leo exits as we cut back to the announcers table~

Smith: That is simply tragic…the dreams of MJ Bell and Kenshin Takamura have come to a close

Hood: Tragic? Nah, tragic is what happened to TGO…it’s the SHREVEPORT SCREW JOB!! Smith: Even without MJ Bell and Takamura…next week’s Lethal Lottery Semi-Final match looks to be tremendous!

Hood: Who is it again?

Smith: Mario Maurako and Pryde will take on Amber Ryan and Danny B

Hood: Will there be an asterisk next to the match on the marquee?

Smith: No, why?

Hood: Without TGO…it simply isn’t legitimate

Smith: Well, I don’t know what to tell you…and, folks, this all leads to Black Out 2…OCW’s upcoming Pay Per View extravaganza…let’s take a look at a promo video for the event!



~We cut back to ringside~

Smith: I can’t wait for Black Out 2!

Hood: Gonna be off the Chook!

Smith: Yea?

Hood: Yea, like a chained hook…the best of both worlds

Smith: Okay, well, as fascinating as your creative mind seems to be tonight…I must interrupt and let you know that it is now time for our Main Event!

Hood: Bishop! Roach! Yea!!

Smith: Let’s go down to ringside

Main Event
”Incredible” Ian Bishop © (3-1) & Roach (5-1) vs. Brianna Casablancas (3-1) & Alice Knight (2-0)

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…it is now time for our MAIN EVENT of the EVENING!!!

~”Oblivion” by M83 (featuring – Susanne Sundor) begins to play as the fans turn and cheer the rapidly rising fan favorite in OCW, Alice Knight. She makes her way to the ring with a bubbly demeanor. Her appearance has been slightly altered for this evening as a catcher’s mitt is on her left hand while a chest protector covers her body. She enters into the ring and kind of skips around for no apparent reason~

Belvedere: Introducing first, from Bethel, New York…standing 5’9 and weighing in at 125lbs…she is the reigning Most Charismatic Wrestler in OCW…Alice Knight!

~”Stockholm Syndrome” by Muse fires up as Knight’s music comes to an end and the fans give a loud ovation for who some view as the real Central Champion, Brianna Casablancas. She seems very cheery this evening as she readies to battle alongside a partner she thoroughly enjoys~

Belvedere: And her partner, from Your Happy Place…standing 5’8 and weighing in at 126 lbs…she is the reigning OCW Wrestler of the Month…Brianna Casablancas…ladies and gentlemen, I give you…Thought 4 Food!!!

~Brianna’s theme dies out as “King Nothing” by Metallica plays causing the crowd to boos and Belvedere begins to speak. However, before he can speak Slater Kain runs out and interrupts him with his bigger microphone as the music quickly fades just as it began~

Slater Kain: Belvedere don’t open your fucking mouth!!! In order to introduce these men – it needs to be done with some class! So… without further ado, making his way to ring, from Windsor, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 265 pounds… the most hardcore wrestling in OCW… and a member of The Family… ROACH!

~The song starts back up again as Roach walks out from the back laughing and shaking Slater’s hand as the crowd lets him have it with jeers. Roach makes his way down to the ring but stops just on the outside as his music fades out~

Slater Kain: And just before we bring Roach’s partner out … he wanted to personally thank all the fans of OCW, and some members of the roster for that matter, for appointing him OCW’s first Paper Champion! So… please welcome to the ring, from Halifax, NS, Canada, weighing in at 235 pounds… OCW’s first double champion in over a decade… OCW Central Champion and OCW’s first Paper Champion and a member of The Family… “THE INCREDIBLE” IAN BISHOP!

~“Acid Rain” by Liquid Tension Experiment plays as Ian Bishop walks out from backstage with the OCW Central Championship hanging from his shoulder and around his waist what resembles a wrestling belt with old newspaper and Walmart ads taped together around it with “OCW Paper Champion” written in red and black crayon. Brianna and Alice look on in disbelief and disgust as Ian hoists both belts in the air with both his hands. The crowd boos more and Ian gives Roach a hug who returns the favor and the two roll into the ring ready for action~

Hood: I just realized…both Roach and Bishop are Canadian…how the fuck did that happen?

Smith: Because they were born there?

Hood: Tell me what mafia movie took place in a hockey rink, Smith. “I’ll make them an offer they can’t refuse, eh”…I never fucking heard Brando say that shit.

Smith: So, can I assume you’re pulling for Brianna and Alice?

Hood: Oh hell no

Smith: Okay…in other news, our Central Champion seems to be embracing the Paper Champion tag line Brianna continuously hurls his way

Hood: Hey, it’s just more gold for the champ to wear…do you think the paper title is on the line tonight?

Smith: I doubt it

Hood: He’d also put a stipulation on that title…it can’t be defended in an Inferno match. Paper is highly flammable, ya know.

Smith: I am aware

~Roach is apparently going to start the match off as Brianna and Alice come to an agreement as well. Alice pats Brianna on the head with her catcher’s mitt before stepping through the ropes and hanging out on the apron. Brianna turns and stares down the much larger and fairly menacing Roach~

Smith: Finally, we’re about to get this one underway…I’ve been looking forward to this match up all week!

Hood: Same here, I’m ready to see these two abusive bullies get their comeuppance.

Smith: Really?

Hood: Yes, I saw what Alice and Brianna did to those poor clowns at the gas station/rest stop/diner place on their way to Shreveport….despicable.

Smith: I thought it was a very nice anti drug message.

Hood: Isn’t Brianna a psychologist or psychiatrist or whatever? She prescribes, or at the very least, recommends drugs…why the fuck is she so against them? Fucking women, man…they never get shit straight.

~Brianna walks up to Roach and lifts her hand up, motioning for a test of strength. Roach looks around confused…like a man who is coming of a thirty year prison sentence and has accidentally stumbled into a Curves or OBGYN. Ian yells at Roach not to do it…Roach, however, looks at the smaller and, presumably, weaker opponent. Instantly, he does the simple equation in his head and realizes a test of strength would be no contest whatsoever. With an arrogant demeanor, Roach reaches out and goes to lock hands with Brianna…Brianna, though, delivers a swift kick into Roach’s midsection! Roach staggers back and bends over, slightly. Brianna grabs the back of Roach’s head and jumps up, drilling him in the face with a knee. Roach falls back into a nearby corner. He shakes his head, feeling a bit dazed…Brianna rushes in and leaps up into the air, nailing Roach with another knee to the head. Brianna takes a few steps back and begins to kick Roach in the head repeatedly as the fans count along. She reaches eight kicks before taking a step back…Roach stumbles forward very much like a drunk man would at 2 am(or 2pm, if you know how to party). Brianna waits for him to fall but the big man shows great balance by remaining on his feet. She takes matters into her own hands and takes Roach down with a drop toe hold! Roach falls face first on the mat as the fans cheer Brianna~

Smith: Brains over brawn there, Hood…Roach must have one of those Phoenix degrees.

Hood: Huh? What’s fucking wrong with that?

Smith: It’s pretty much a pretend college.

Hood: Is it really?

Smith: Si

Hood: Mother fucker, so I guess my Phoenix Community College degree isn’t worth shit, is it?

Smith: I don’t know. How much is a sheet of recycled paper worth these days?

Hood: Recycling is some myth trees want us to believe, Smith.

Smith: Okay, so, yea, it’s worth nothing.

~Brianna heads towards the nearest corner and climbs to the top. She stands at the top and looks down as Roach reaches his feet. Brianna leaps off, but Roach catches her! Roach tosses her into a corner…she doesn’t hit very hard. Roach charges in for a splash, but Brianna ducks out of the way! Roach slams front first into the corner. He turns around and looks for Brianna…as he does, he is met with a dropkick right to the face! Roach falls over from the impact as the crowd continues to cheer Brianna~

Smith: Perfectly executed drop kick! Right, Hood…wait…what are you doing with those scissors?

Hood: Cutting this worthless degree to shreds.

Smith: It’s still an achievement!

Hood: But will it allow me the opportunity to open up my giant wine factor? No.

Smith: Giant wine factory?

Hood: Yes, Planet of the Grapes.

Smith: I’m sorry, but maybe this realization is a good thing.

Hood: Don’t make me drop the G and send you there, asshole.

Smith: Okay, fine!

~Brianna yanks Roach to his feet and smashes him with a couple of forearm uppercuts as she shoves him into her corner. Brianna drills Roach in the midsection with a couple of well placed knees before reaching up and slapping Alice’s catcher’s mitt. Scruff signals the tag as the fans cheer when they see Alice Knight step through the ropes. Knight takes a few steps back as Brianna, still in the ring, whips Roach out of the corner…he runs right for Knight. Knight takes her catchers mitt off and throws it in Roach’s face! The heavy leather made object slaps him right in the nose with a loud “THWAP!” or whatever…Roach grabs his face in pain as Alice rushes up, kicks him in the gut and drops Roach to the ground with a DDT! Alice goes for a quick pin as Scruff slides in for the count~

1!

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Kick Out!!

Smith: OCW’s Most Charismatic wrestler nearly pinned THE ROACH!

Hood: How is that legal?

Smith: What? A DDT?

Hood: NO! A fucking catcher’s mitt to the face.

Smith: It was part of her ring attire, like if someone wore gloves.

Hood: What the fuck ever…I’m calling homeless shenanigans on that one…you know those homeless people, they always stick together.

Smith: It’s probably because they’ve got nowhere else to go.

~Alice goes right after Roach and unleashes a flurry of lefts and rights to the head of Roach as he’s laid out on the mat. She finally ceases and gets to her feet. Roach remains on the mat holding his head in pain. Alice rushes over to the nearest corner and climbs to the top rope. She reaches the top and looks down at Roach…she leaps off with a flying headbutt! Roach, though, rolls out of the way and Alice lands hard!! Luckily the chest protector absorbed most of the blow to her midsection…her head, however, that’s another story. She rolls around holding her head in pain~

Smith: And Roach scurries away

Hood: That’s what you get for doing something half assed, Alice. Should’ve worn the mask…

Smith: That would have been strictly against OCW rules and regulations

Hood: But a Catcher’s mitt isn’t? Who makes up these rules…an Alzheimer’s patient?

Smith: Alcohol doesn’t cause Alzheimer’s, as far as I know…so, no.

~Roach gets to his feet first, we can see a little blood trickling from his nose, most likely due to the catcher’s mitt to the face he received moments earlier. He spots the giant leather hand a few feet away and walks over, picking it up. Alice has now reached her feet and she turns around. Roach takes a wild swing at her head with the catcher’s mitt. Alice ducks and knees Roach in the back. Roach stumbles forward and drops the catcher’s mitt out of the ring. He turns around and Alice charges in with something…before we can tell what it is, however, Roach lunges forward and destroy Alice with a huge lariat!! Alice’s body contorts in mid air and hits hard, leaving her folded up on the mat. Roach gets to his feet and looks over at the current Central Champion, Ian Bishop~

Smith: I think Roach is looking to tag in OCW’s Central Champion.

Hood: That or their bromance is reaching uncomfortable heights.

Smith: That stare is lingering, isn’t it.

Hood: Fuck yea it is, I think I even saw him bite his bottom lip.

Smith: Eek!

~Roach tags Bishop into the ring as the fans boo louder than they have all night at the sight of the most hated man in the company at the moment. Ian enters and goes right after Alice. He yanks Alice to her feet, picks her up and drills her into the mat with a bodyslam! Knight hits hard and arches her back in pain. Bishop quickly rolls Alice over onto her stomach, positions himself, grabs her chin and locks in a Cobra Clutch!! Alice grimaces in pain as Ian applies a ton of pressure. Brianna, meanwhile, is in their corner looking on with concern for her partner~

Smith: There is no telling how far Ian Bishop will go inside those ropes.

Hood: Why are you being so dramatic…it’s a fucking cobra clutch…you act like he’s got a giant spear in his hand or something.

Smith: I’m just saying the guy shows no remorse.

Hood: So, you’re saying he’s capable of doing something shady and illegal?

Smith: Indeed!

Hood: Like throwing a catcher’s mitt in someone’s face?

Smith: That was legal!

~It becomes clear Alice is not going to give up. Ian removes one of his hands from her chin and drills her in the side of the head with a punch! Alice’s head shoots down and slams into the mat as Ian releases the hold entirely and gets to his feet. Alice remains on the mat holding her head in pain. Ian yanks her back to her feet and whips her into a corner…Alice hits hard. Ian rushes in and spears Alice further into the corner. He then lifts her up, over his shoulder, turns around and drops her in the middle of the ring with a Spinebuster! Ian goes for the pin with Scruff counting~

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Kick Out!!

Smith: Alice Knight just got out of that one before Scruff’s hand slapped the mat a third time.

Hood: I’m surprised the homeless idiot even made the effort.

Smith: You’re always looking for some conspiracy, aren’t you?

Hood: Conspiracy my ass…I’m pretty sure Scruff lived part time out of Alice’s car…you’re telling me he isn’t biased in this one?

Smith: Well, if that’s the case, maybe Roach shouldn’t go around destroying people’s homes.

Hood: What? Did he fuck your wife or something?

Smith: NO! Alice’s car was her home!

Hood: In my estimation Roach did her a favor...and she throws a mitt in his face…so ungrateful.

~Ian seems shocked that he didn’t get the pin on Alice. He then, for some strange reason, finally notices the chest protector. Ian yanks Alice to her feet and starts to yank the chest protector up over her head. It gets caught much like a drunk person trying to take a their tiny shirt off. Ian finally yanks as hard as he can on it…this lifts Alice off the mat and he jerks the protector to the side, sending Alice’s body flying. She finally slips out of the protector and her body falls painfully into the ropes as Ian looks at the chest protector and then hurls it over the top rope. Unfortunately, it only weighs like a fraction of a pound, so it kind of flutters around and hangs on the ropes. The fans laugh at Ian. He angrily grabs it and throws it to the floor while standing near the ropes. Scruff chuckles a bit until Ian shoots him an “I’m not fucking around” glare. Scruff stops laughing~

Smith: It appears ole Ian needs to brush up on his baseball skills.

Hood: I don’t know what Scruff is laughing at…the guy is totally incompetent, has a badly drawn giant dick on his chest and lives in people’s cars.

Smith: Ian certainly didn’t take kindly to Scruff’s chuckle.

Hood: I think it’s safe to say by that look that Ian ‘isn’t fucking around’

~Ian goes after Alice, who has returned to her feet. Alice leans onto the ropes, appearing to be barely aware of what’s going on as Ian approaches. Suddenly, Alice lunges towards Ian and smacks him under the jaw with a superkick!! Ian falls back onto the mat as Alice falls near him. She crawls on top of Ian and goes for a pin with Scruff making the count~

1!

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Kick Out!!

Smith: Alice Knight caught Ian Bishop completely off guard there and nearly got the win because of it!

Hood: When is that guy going to learn about women and their kicks…Brianna did virtually the same thing at Resurrection.

Smith: Maybe he feels he’s too ‘Incredible’ to worry about such things.

Hood: Don’t use his nickname in that tone!

~Alice looks over towards Brianna who has her arm extended. She starts to slowly make her way towards Brianna’s outstretched hand. Ian looks up and sees her nearing Brianna. He quickly crawls towards Alice and grabs her leg. Alice turns around, hopping on one leg. She goes for a Enziguri, but Ian ducks! Alice shows great agility by staying on her feet after her leg went over Ian’s head. Her back is to Ian, though and Ian hooks her waist, lifts her up and drops her with a German Suplex! Rather than hold on for the pin, he stumbles towards Roach, looking to tag him in. He slaps Roach’s arm and Roach enters the ring~

Smith: I’ll give the guy his credit…solid time logged there by our Central Champion, Ian Bishop.

Hood: It was an Incredible performance by the champ!

Smith: You might be overselling it just a bit.

Hood: Whatever, Ian had this match won whenever he saw fit…he just decided to let Roach have a little fun before putting an end to it.

~Roach yanks Alice to her feet, instinctively; she tries to fight away from his grasp with a few kicks and punches. Roach, though, drills her between the eyes with a head butt! Alice’s body goes nearly limp…it remains standing only due to the fact Roach is holding her up. Roach quickly knees Alice in the gut, she doubles over, he positions her, lifts her up over his head and drops her to the mat with a Last Ride!! Alice lands hard and Roach goes for a sloppy pin, forgoing hooking the legs. Scruff counts~

1!

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Kick Out!

Smith: Alice kicks out again…man, she’s showing a lot of guts!

Hood: If she doesn’t stay down we might actually see her guts!

Smith: Gross!

Hood: Hey, I’m just looking out for everyone’s well being here.

~Roach looks more annoyed than angry at the moment. He gets to his feet and quickly pulls Alice to hers. He whips her into the ropes, Roach lunges for his clothesline from hell, Alice bounces off and ducks his arm. She runs into the opposite ropes, leaps onto the second rope and jumps off, turning in mid air and drilling Roach in the head with a flying forearm!! Roach staggers back as Alice gets back to her feet as quickly as possible….she drills him with some forearms to the head as Roach staggers back against the ropes. Alice takes a few steps back, measuring him up~

Smith: And now Alice Knight has control of this match!

Hood: What the fuck just happened?

Smith: Roach got over confident…and now he’s about to pay for it!

~Alice charges in, looking to clothesline Roach over the top rope and to the outside. Roach, though, leans against the ropes for leverage, bounces off and drills Alice with his clothesline from hell!!! Alice lands on the mat hard and is left lying there, barely moving. Ian extends his hand for Roach. Roach looks at it, shakes his head ‘no’ and goes back after Alice~

Smith: Darn it…Roach is back in control.

Hood: What? You actually thought the starving homeless chick was going to beat Roach?

Smith: One can hope.

Hood: Roach, the bringer of pain, sees your hope and crushes it! Go, Roach Go!

~Roach motions that this one is over. He pulls Alice to her feet and lifts her onto his shoulders, placing her in perfect position for the D.O.A. Roach goes to twirl Alice in mid air, however, as she maneuvers, she latches her arm around Roach’s head and drills him to the mat with a tornado DDT!! Roach’s head slams into the mat hard as he’s lying dazed in a corner away from Ian’s extended arm. Alice, meanwhile, is seated in the middle of the ring for a moment before laying back down. The crowd implores her to get to her feet and tag Brianna who is hopping up and down with her hand extended as far as it can go~

Smith: She’s got a chance, Hood!! She’s got a chance…she needs to tag Brianna in…oh my gosh, she’s got a chance!

Hood: Would you calm the fuck down…you’re shaking the entire announce table and my coffee is really fucking hot.

Smith: C’mon Alice, c’mon!

Hood: Ahhhh!! Some of it spilled onto my inner thigh!

~Roach slowly sits up and extends his hand, grabbing onto the middle rope. He uses it to pull himself to his feet. Alice, meanwhile, rolls over and looks up at Brianna. She begins the slowest crawl in pro wrestling history for Brianna’s extended hand. Roach staggers around a bit before gaining his wits and heading over to Ian. Roach tags Ian in as he rushes towards Alice. Alice, with every ounce in her, lunges forward and connects with Brianna’s hand! The crowd erupts as Brianna enters into the ring. Ian takes a few steps back as he didn’t expect Alice to get there in time for the tag~

Smith: Brianna is back in this match!

Hood: Ah crap, I think it’s going to stain…these were really expensive pants too. I finally quit shopping at Goodwill.

Smith: Tell you what, after Brianna and Alice win this, I will buy you a new pair.

Hood: No man will EVER buy me pants!

~As Ian is backing away, Brianna charges him and leaps into the air, taking him down with a Lou Thesz press!! While on top of Ian, Brianna unloads with lefts and rights as Ian has a hard time covering up. Finally, Ian shoves Brianna off of him and quickly gets to his feet. Brianna kicks up to hers and drills Ian in the face with a spinning heel kick!! Ian staggers back into a corner as Brianna rushes in, climbs to the top rope and starts to punch him in the head. The crowd counts along~

Smith: Brianna is unloading on Ian! It’s Resurrection all over again!

Hood: Yea, aside from the fact there’s no glass, weapons and steel.

Smith: I don’t know about you, but I’ve been dying to see these two lock up in a normal wrestling setting!

Hood: Ugh, that’s like watching Transformers and saying it would’ve been better with people dressed in robot suits.

Smith: Hmm, you know, that might be interesting

Hood: Boring mother fucker

~Brianna takes a few steps back after reaching a count of 9…Ian stumbles out and Brianna leaps up, places her knees to Ian’s face and drops him with a codebreaker!! Ian flips over onto his back, lying on the mat. Brianna rushes to the nearest corner, climbs to the rope and leaps off with her patented 630 splash!! She connects! She hooks Ian’s leg as the fans count along with Scruff~

1!

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Kick Out!!!!

Smith: Soooooo close!! Synaptic Splash nearly won it for Brianna and Alice!

Hood: That’s because there was no hoop involved.

Smith: Hoop there it is!

Hood: You don’t even sing it right!

Smith: Ah well, I was never a fan of the rap music.

~Brianna gets to her feet and she pulls Ian to his. Ian, while bent over, drives a shoulder into Brianna’s midsection! He then grabs her head and hooks his arm around it and nails her with a stunner! Brianna staggers into her corner and bounces out of it. As she does, Ian quickly hooks her for a small package, Scruff slides in and makes the count~

1!

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Kick Out!!

Smith: Ian Bishop nearly got his revenge on Brianna!

Hood: Revenge? Fuckin dude’s the champ…no revenge needed…more like the nail in that psycho’s coffin.

Smith: She is no psycho, she treats psychos!

Hood: I dunno, man…hiring a psychologist who moonlights as a professional wrestler sounds sketchy at best, kind of like Ron Jeremy teaching a course on abstinence.

~Ian quickly gets to his feet, Brianna isn’t far behind. Ian quickly wraps his arms around Brianna and goes for his patented Belly-to-Belly suplex…Brianna, though, lands on her feet behind him, blocking the move. Ian turns around and Brianna drills him in the head with the Super EGO kick!! Ian falls flat on his back as the fans erupt with cheers. Roach yells ‘FUCK’ and hops off the apron. The catcher’s mitt is next to him. He picks it up and climbs back onto the apron. Brianna moves to pin Ian…Roach hurls the mitt at Scruff. Scruff catches it and glares at Roach. He goes to rid the ring of its presence. Brianna, meanwhile is trying to pin Ian. Scruff’s back is to Roach…Roach enters the ring, yanks Brianna off of Ian, lifts her up and drops her to the mat with D.O.A.!! Alice yells at Scruff about the interference…Scruff drops the mitt to the floor. Roach drags Ian on top of Brianna and he quickly exits the ring. Scruff walks over and converses with Alice, thinking she’s telling him where they will make their home that evening. Instead, Alice tries to explain to him what had just happened~

Smith: This isn’t social hour, Scruff…do your job!

Hood: Haha, oh man, this is SO Scruff!

Smith: I wouldn’t laugh too hard. He’s missing the opportunity to count your boy’s pin attempt on Brianna.

Hood: Fuck it all, you’re right…COUNT THE PIN YOU HOMELESS IDIOT!

~Scruff finally realizes Alice isn’t talking about a bed for the evening or food…he turns his attention back to the action and sees Ian lying on top of Brianna. He slides in and makes the count~

1!

2!

Kick Out!!!

Smith: She did it! Brianna kicked out of D.O.A.!

Hood: That doesn’t fucking count, Scruff basically recited the constitution to Alice while Ian was trying to pin Brianna.

Smith: You think he has the constitution memorized?

Hood: I think he thinks he has the constitution memorized…but, I’m sure it goes something like this “All men are created equal for two all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce…”

Smith: BIG MAC!

~Roach gets on all fours on the apron and crawls in between the bottom and middle ropes. He keeps his foot on the bottom rope, as if that means anything, and reaches out, tagging Ian’s foot. He looks up a Scruff who seems confused. Roach then enters the ring as Ian slowly rolls out of it. The fans boo the obvious weak excuse for a tag~

Smith: Hey! That’s not fair!

Hood: What are you talking about, he tagged Ian’s foot. It doesn’t HAVE to be their hand, you know.

Smith: I know that, but he crawled halfway across the ring to do it!

Hood: Dude, his foot was on the rope, it’s all good.

Smith: This is ridiculous!

~Alice takes matters into her own hands as she climbs to the top rope. Roach, meanwhile bends over to pick up Brianna. Before he does, he looks up and sees Alice perched at the top. She leaps off, grabs Roach’s head and drills him into the mat with an X-Factor!! Roach’s face slams into the mat as the crowd explodes. Alice then gets to her feet and drags Brianna into their corner. She climbs through the ropes and stands onto the apron. She clutches the tag rope, reaches down and legally tags Brianna on the arm. Alice enters the ring as Scruff signals the tag~

Hood: AND WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT SHIT!

Smith: A LEGAL tag, Hood.

Hood: What is this, give the homeless a break night? Fucking hell

~Alice pulls Roach to his feet, she knees him in the gut, hooks him for a double underhook suplex and delivers a Rolling Double Underhook Suplex!!! Alice quickly covers Roach for the pin as Scruff makes the count. The crowd counts along~

1!

2!

3!!!!

~The crowd explodes as the bell rings and Belvedere makes the announcement~

Belvedere: Here are your winners…the team of Alice Knight and Brianna Casablancas….THOUGHT 4 FOOD!!!!!

Smith: They did it!! Roach is officially OUT of the Black Out 2 Co-Main Event!!

Hood: Cheaters, thieves, bullies and vagabonds…I will not stand for this!

Smith: Good thing you’re an announcer then…all we do is sit.

Hood: First TGO and now this…our Champ has been embarrassed by a couple of chicks from the ya ya sisterhood or whatever…I hate Shreveport.

Smith: So, it’s going to be Brianna Casablancas against Ian Bishop…a rematch for the ages!

Hood: Been there, done that…why does Ian have to beat that bitch twice?

Smith: Maybe he should focus on beating her once

Hood: Blah!

~Brianna and Alice begin to leave the ring but Mario runs down and prevents them from doing this. From behind, Ian grabs Brianna as Roach grabs Alice and drags them into the middle of the ring. Roach hoists Alice up and nails the D.O.A before tossing her out of the ring and she falls hard on the gym floor. Ian has a hold of Brianna’s hair as he motions to Slater Kain come towards him. Ian backs Brianna into the corner of a turnbuckle as Slater whips out a pair of hand cuffs and cuffs one of Brianna’s hands to the ropes~

Hood: Oohhhh, kinky!

Smith: Somehow, I don’t think that’s where this is going

Hood: Look, if it has something to do with the kids in attendance…then usher them out of here, it’s past their bedtimes anyway

~Ian lets go of her as Brianna tries to break free but obviously cannot and looks as all three members of the Family are now semi-circled around her. Ian starts with one kick as Mario hits a right and Roach knees her in the gut as she falls to her knees not being able to defend herself. They stop as Ian rolls out of the ring and grabs Brianna’s steel chair Idris from under the ring. Slater Kain goes near the announce table and grabs Ian a microphone but also hands him a switch blade. Ian takes the microphone and rolls back into the ring and drives it into Brianna’s forehead before speaking close to face~

Ian Bishop: Brianna… (he laughs) Brianna… Brianna, Brianna… look at me. LOOK AT ME!

~Ian takes his hand and squeezes her face and points it to his but Brianna takes her free arm and smacks Ian right in the face. The crowd lets out a loud “oooh” as Ian backs up a bit and Mario and Roach kick her multiple times for that~

Smith: That’s it, fight back girl!

Hood: Holy shit, and people thought Rodney King had it bad…

Smith: We need someone to stop this…where’s our hero?

Hood: This is OCW, we have no heroes idiot

Ian Bishop: Brianna, I was going to give you the choice of doing this the easy way or the hard way… but I guess with that slap you already made your decision. You know… you personally offended me last week with ruining my celebration for MY championship! MINE! I was done with you! You could have gone and went in this tournament or gone for the Internet championship but no… you decided to go ahead and put your nose into something that isn’t yours anymore!

~Ian pauses for a moment while the crowd chants Brianna’s name. The Family begins to laugh before all three of them kick her again continuously. She stays on her knees and holds her stomach with one arm as Ian continues~

Ian Bishop: Last week you made this personal. So now… I am going to make it personal.

~Ian drops the microphone as he takes the knife and begins to rip the padding off of Idris and throw it to the ground. She begins to tear a bit but not enough to Ian’s satisfaction. Ian removes all the padding before going to the outside and beating Alice with it. He smashes her in the head a couple of times denting Idris and then he takes Idris and smashes her up on the ring post next to where Brianna is and the top head part snaps right off of Idris!~

Hood: Idris is dead or at least in seriously critical condition…we need EMTs out here pronto!

Smith: Stop that!

Hood: You’re right, this is Louisana, they probably don’t speak Spanish…we need EMTs out here immediately!

~Ian throws the rest of it at a banged up Alice as he rolls into the ring to see Brianna looking outside the ring in the horror that just happened and no way she could stop it. She looks at Ian with a pretty angry face and tries to drop kick him but he simply steps back as she lands of the mat. Mario and Roach pick her back up and shove her into the corner and pin her down. Ian comes in closer to speak~

Ian Bishop: Did that piss you off? Yeah? Did that make you upset, losing your precious Idris? Losing you precious FUCKING INANIMATE OBJECT! I’m not done though… no, not far from it.

~He motions to Slater Kain who looks under the ring and grabs a briefcase and tosses it into the ring. Ian opens the briefcase to a stack of about ten pieces of paper. He holds them high in the air~

Ian Bishop: I wonder what Shreveport thinks these are… let us see if Brianna knows…

~Ian shoves the papers into Brianna’s face before backing them up and holding them up so she can actually she them. She squints her eyes a bit and starts grabbing for them but Ian backs up and starts to laugh~

Ian Bishop: You see… these are all of Brianna’s health and medical certificates she has gotten her entire career… don’t ask me how I got then, I’ll answer that in a moment too… but onto better things.

~Without a hesitation Ian grabs the papers by both his hands and rips them in two. Brianna falls to the ground softly saying “no” as Ian continues to rip them up into teeny tiny pieces as Mario and Roach laugh at her emotional pain. Ian then kicks the papers out of the ring onto Alice as she is slowly getting up. Mario goes to the outside and applies La Omerta onto Alice as he flails her around in the air. Mario then throws Alice’s body into the steel steps as she thuds onto the ground again~

Smith: This is terrible, I mean, they could at least let Alice go.

Hood: I don’t know, it’s kind of fun watching Mario just toss her around…kind of like kicking a puppy

Smith: That is sick!

Hood: No, what’s sick are all those medical bills! The hell is wrong with Casablancas??

Ian Bishop: So what have I done so far to make this personal… I’ve destroyed your little friend Idris and I’ve destroyed the pieces of paper you’ve worked so hard for. Seems to me all these things you cherished that I’ve destroyed have been material objects that you needed in your life at one point or another. Now, does that familiar to you, Brianna?

~Ian gets right into Brianna’s face~

Ian Bishop: IT’S THE SAME FUCKING THING YOU SAID TO ME ABOUT THIS OCW CENTRAL CHAMPIONSHIP! AND NOW THAT I HAVE IT, YOU WANT IT! I GOT THIS FROM YOU AND NOW YOU KNOW YOU’VE MADE A MISTAKE AND WANT IT FOR YOURSELF~

~Ian drops a huge right to Brianna’s face and a bit of blood begins to drip from her jaw. Ian laughs as he takes the microphone again. Brianna begins to laugh a bit as Ian, Mario and Roach look at her in complete confusion. She falls down in a sitting position as if nothing they have done has really affected her in anyway if only for a moment~

Ian Bishop: You crazy loony bin fuck! Good thing I thought up a backup plan in case us destroying your precious materials and beating the shit out of you didn’t work…

~He directs his attention over to the audience as half of them boo him and they others look curious as to what he has in store~

Ian Bishop: In order for me to pull off my final act I had to pull a few strings… which isn’t that hard when you have the resources from good ol’ Mario over there. As some of you may have been aware I was speaking to a business woman over acquiring a product for tonight but getting a hold of this product proved to be tricky. So I needed someone who didn’t have problem breaking a few old hearts and breaking some laws… what I needed was a monster… so naturally, I talked to his wife.

Smith: He spoke to WHO’S WIFE?

Hood: OH SHIT SON! PREPARE FOR IT!

~All of a sudden Kaitlyn Fuller comes out in a business suit with a microphone as the crowd is shocked~

Kaitlyn Fuller: Ian… I am glad we were able to come to an agreement… as I promised.

~She extends her arm out as “Circus For A Psycho” by Skillet plays and out comes Sean Fuller dragging what appears to be a body tied up at the wrists and ankles and a black bag around the victim’s head~

Smith: It’s Sean Fuller…is he the newest member of the family??

Hood: No, the newest member of the family is obviously in that bag he’s dragging down to ringside!

Smith: Oh my gosh, I wonder who that could be???

Hood: Just kidding, I’m like 98.3% sure Fuller is the newest member of the family

Smith: You trickster!

~The victim is obviously fighting to break free but cannot because of its predicament. Sean picks the victim up and hoists him up onto his shoulders as he climbs the steel steps and into the ring. He drops the victim at Ian’s feet. Ian looks pleased~

Ian Bishop: This is great, thank you Sean and Kaitlyn… Sean, the three of us spoke with your wife and we agree… we need a man like you in The Family. We got the Hall of Famer… we got the OCW Central Champion… we got OCW’s most hardcore wrestler… and then we need OCW’s monster. What do you say?

~Sean stares at Ian and fixes his gaze to Mario and Roach who give him a thumbs up and applaud of approval. Brianna meanwhile having been forgotten about dropkicks Roach in the back as he steps back a bit from it but without hesitation Sean Fuller runs out and does a clothesline to Brianna right into the turnbuckle again which sends her back into the sitting position. He then shakes Roach’s hand as the crowd begins to boo for Sean’s decision~

Ian Bishop: Good man Sean. Now onto the final part. Like I said Brianna, I am here to make you crack. I was ready to move on to the next unlucky person but you had to stick your nose back into this. So, you left me with no choice…

~Ian motions to Sean to help him hoist the victim up. Sean unties the rope from the arms and feet as the victim tries to run but Sean places the victim into a full nelson so it can’t. Ian then takes the bag off the head and Brianna looks confused~

Smith: Umm, who is that? I don’t recognize him…

Hood: I don’t either Smith.

Ian Bishop: For those here and online who have no idea who this is… this is Mr. Casablancas, Brianna’s father…

Hood: Whoa!!

Smith: This is appalling!!

Hood: Brianna has a father!?

Smith: Of course she has a father…she didn’t just appear out of thin air

Hood: How do you know? Did you read her medical records?

Smith: It’s common sense!!

Hood: You didn’t, did you? And now they are all torn up…so you will never really know…

Ian Bishop: And I see this has Brianna finally having second thoughts…

~Brianna is on her knees and seems to be talking to Ian but what she is saying isn’t audible. Ian comes in closer to see Brianna concerned for the unfamiliar face~

Ian Bishop: Oh, what’s that Brianna? What? You don’t want me to hurt your father because he has a heart condition or something that may kill him or something? I didn’t hear you clearly… speak up Brianna… well, I can’t hear you!

~Ian kicks Brianna’s father in the gut as he doubles over and falls to one knee as Sean still has him in a full nelson. Sean drags him back up and has the hold still applied. Ian looks over to Brianna who is worried~

Ian Bishop: What, Brianna? I can’t hear you. Are you saying you’ll do anything for me to stop? Are you pleading to me, Brianna? This is pathetic even for you bitch.

~Alice all of a sudden hits the ring apron and tries to enter the ring but Roach rushes her and tosses out to the floor again and she hits hard the floor collapsing and not moving again. After that Ian grabs Mr. Casablancas himself and applies a lariat to his back and he falls to the floor. Ian begins to kick him as does Mario, Roach and Sean as Brianna looks on with concern. They each take turns hurting him. Roach first hoists the man up and delivers his D.O.A. Mr. Casablancas cries out in pain and slowly gets to his feet as Mario approaches him from behind and applies La Omerta! Mr Casablancas cries out for him to stop but Mario just laughs as he continues the hold and applies more pressure before letting him go after about a minute in the hold and Casablancas cries out more. Sean slowly brings the man to his feet as he pleads for him not to do anything. Sean shows no emotion as he performs a devastating Down the Alley which leaves Mr. Casablancas once again on the ground and not moving~

Smith: I can’t believe what I’m seeing

Hood: I know, they are hurting Mr. Casablancas and he has a heart condition or something or something or something or something…whatever it is, it’s fucking serious…..or something.

Smith: The man may or may not have a condition, okay? But the fact that an elderly man is being violated physically in the middle of that ring is nothing short of atrocious! Hood: I guess…how about Alice Knight…she’s kind of like a volleyball out there…they just toss her around whenever she randomly pops up

Smith: Yea, that’s bad too

~Brianna continues to show concern as Ian Bishop slowly comes to the old man and picks him up. He throws him into a turnbuckle next to Brianna and begins to wail the punches left and right to his face. Casablancas tries to cover his face but Ian isn’t having it as he knees him and continues to punch him. Ian motions to Slater as he looks under the ring and grabs another steel chair and tosses it to Ian. Ian takes the chair and cracks it over Casablancas head leaving a dent in this chair from the first hit and Brianna’s father is now bleeding tremendously from the head. Ian Bishop hoists her father up the air and goes to face Brianna. He hold him for ten seconds before going to drop him but flinches and keeps him up for another ten seconds~

Ian Bishop: DON’T FUCK WITH ME OR OUR FAMILY BRIANNA! CAUSE THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS!

~Ian Bishop drops Mr. Casablancas on the dented steel chair with The Incredible Drop after twenty seconds of his blood going to his head and dripping out. He then gets into Brianna’s face one last time~

Ian Bishop: I AM THIS DAMN INCREDIBLE!

~Ian tosses the key to Brianna’s handcuff to her feet as the Family leave the ring. Brianna unlocks herself from the handcuffs as she goes over and checks on the man Ian calls her father. ~

Smith: We have seen many vile acts in our day…but this has to rank up there

Hood: Man, Ian Bishop was simply laying it down and keeping it real

Smith: How would you like it if that was YOUR father, Hood

Hood: It may have been

Smith: What are you talking about?

Hood: I never met my father…that could be him…fuck, Dean could be him

Smith: There’s no way Dean is your father

Hood: Why do you say that?

Smith: Because you two don’t look anything alike…if you know what I mean

Hood: Racist bastard

Smith: Whatever, we’re getting off point…the fact of the matter is that Ian has stepped things up a notch in this crazy rivalry…how do you think Brianna will respond?

Hood: Man, I don’t even know…but I’m sure she’s got something up her imaginary sleeve.

Smith: Well, I can’t wait to find out…the Family is now stronger than ever with the induction of Sean Fuller…Brianna’s family is in shambles and Alice Knight is hopefully okay

Hood: Next week should be pretty badass, huh?

Smith: The family will get theirs, Hood! They have to!

Hood: This is OCW…a place where happy endings only take place in Asian massage parlors.

Smith: Well, that pretty much sums it up folks…tune in next week for another edition of Monday Night Massacre!

Hood: Hide yo families!

Smith: Good night!

~Our show comes to an end as we cut to an another ad for Black Out 2~

~We fade to black~







OOC: Okay, another MNM in the books…hope you guys enjoyed it…Black Out 2 is only a few weeks away so, umm, yea, things are getting crazy. Anyway, below is the official show poll…copy and paste it into the Review thread if ya don’t mind. March 17th lineup will be posted later tonight.

Credit to Brianna for the Noah/TGO vs. Ryan/Danny B match

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