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!
~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?