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OCW Presents: Monday Night Massacre
Live! March 17th, 2014
From the Andrew College Gymnasium in Cuthbert, Georgia

~Our live stream begins instantly and, instead of the usual panning of the crowd with the OCW theme playing in the background, we are shown Gavin Reed, OCW’s financial face for the month of March, standing in the middle of the ring. There is a ladder next to him and a microphone in his hand. The fans give him a mixed reaction as Gavin has a cheap smile plastered across his face. He begins to speak~

Gavin Reed: I bet you’re all surprised to see me starting the show tonight, right? I bet you’re even more surprised to not see Dean next to me….right?

~A few “Dean” chants are started up in the overcrowded junior college gymnasium, but nothing to really write home about~

Gavin Reed: This promo required a man of vision…a man with an idea that will single handedly propel OCW to bigger and better things. So, naturally, Dean remained in the back while I, Gavin Reed, took it upon myself to come out here and spread the good word.

~Dean is still a well respected figure amongst the OCW crowd. Therefore Gavin’s comments elicit a fair amount of boos from the fans in attendance. Gavin has no reaction to them whatsoever, continuing to smile like a jackass~

Gavin Reed: Ever since my investors and Kent Industries invested their hard earned money into OCW, things have never been better. Lethal Lottery has swept through the South offering up tremendous matches and a fair amount of surprises. This idea, created by myself, will culminate this Sunday at Black Out 2 in Orlando Florida when the winning team of tonight’s Main Event will square off in a Hazardous Ladder Match.

~The fans in attendance cheer the mention of the famous OCW gimmick match. Gavin turns and faces the ladder next to him…he looks it up and down before returning to address the crowd~

Gavin Reed: Can I have a volunteer? Anyone will do? C’mon, this is your opportunity to be a part of OCW history!

~Gavin spots a teenager in the front row wearing an “ICON” Dean shirt from his old wrestling days. He motions for the kid to step into the ring. Excitedly, the kid hops out of his bleacher seat and rushes into the ring. Gavin shakes his hand and looks down at the kid’s shirt~

Gavin Reed: Nice shirt…what are these going for at the flea market these days, ten cents? Or, let me guess, it came as a prize stuffed into a giant bag of cereal?

~Gavin laughs and pats the kid on the back semi aggressively. He stumbles forward a bit before regaining his posture~

Gavin Reed: I’m just kidding, guy…it’s a free country, wear whatever trash you want. I would, however, like to offer you an upgrade.

~Gavin pulls out a brand new Kent Industries produced The Great One shirt. To be fair, it’s made of extremely high quality and looks to be quite expensive. The crowd, however, doesn’t like it and boos it anyway because Trevor’s face is plastered on the left chest, where you’d find a polo or la coste logo~

Gavin Reed: This shirt can be yours…all you have to do is climb that ladder…reach the top and you are the first, official owner of this new line of TGO merchandise.

~Gavin points at the top of the ladder to illustrate his point. The kid smiles and starts to climb the ladder as Gavin stands back with his arms crossed. It becomes apparent this kid isn’t comfortable with heights as he stalls a bit. The crowd begins to urge him on cheering for him to succeed. Gavin starts to clap and motion for him to continue…the kid sucks it up and continues to climb~

Smith: C’mon, buddy! You can do it!

Hood: Fuck this Make a Wish shit

~The kid nearly reaches the top when the ladder begins to wobble and it suddenly gives way!! The kid tumbles to the ground and lands hard on the mat with the ladder having fallen to pieces right out from under him! The crowd boos loudly as Gavin laughs looking down at the kid. He finally pushes his laughter aside enough to become presentable again~

Gavin Reed: Okay, sure, maybe not the coolest move in the world…but, hey, everyone needed a reminder as to what we’re dealing with in the realm of a Hazardous Ladder Match. Three ladders…two faulty, one true…the first competitor to scale the true ladder will be the first ever OCW Southern Champion and, in everyone’s opinion, the TRUE champion of OCW!

~Gavin kicks a couple of loose rungs out of the way and looks down at the kid who is rolling around in severe pain~

Gavin Reed: Somebody clean this up and get that kid out of here. Make sure he has a ticket while you’re at it, I have a strong suspicion he snuck in…anyway

~More boos are showered onto Gavin who could care less…he merely waits for them to subside enough so he can continue speaking~

Gavin Reed: Alright, that’s better…next Sunday, two competitors will compete in the very match which put OCW on the map. Over ten years ago Silver Cyanide and Andy Murray competed in a match so revolutionary, so innovative that it forever changed the landscape of OCW…it was, The Hazardous Ladder Match. It didn’t matter who won or lost that night…both men were propelled to super stardom and multiple world title reigns. OCW, itself, took off after that point and reached heights it has yet to see since…until now.

~There is a slight applause for the kid as he’s being escorted to the back by some OCW personnel. Gavin rolls his eyes until the kid is out of his sight~

Gavin Reed: America sure does love its losers.

~That comment is met with the loudest collection of boos thus far~

Gavin Reed: Yea, yea…you’ll all thank me after Sunday. Black Out 2…it takes place this Sunday…it will be a night that is going to ascend OCW to its rightful place. A night which will ensure OCW’s future…a future which resides here, down South under the banner of Kent Industries…Ladies and Gentlemen, get ready, because in six days time your boos will turn to cheers and each and every one of you will be saying “Gavin, thank you.”

~Gavin drops the mic and exits the ring…he has no theme music, so he exits to the sound of a buzzing crowd…stirring over his words and extreme confidence. Once he exits our line of sight, we turn back to the announce team of Hood and Smith~

Smith: That was totally unnecessary…it was arrogant and, well, I’m ashamed Dean allowed THAT to open our broadcast.

Hood: What do you mean unnecessary? I had totally fucking forgot what a Hazardous Ladder Match was…

Smith: Yea right, you only watch that match at least once EVERY week.

Hood: Pics or it didn’t happen!

Smith: I just hope that young kid isn’t too emotionally scarred after that humiliating experience.

Hood: If that scars him for life…well, he was fucked anyway

Smith: Whatever!

~The gymnasium suddenly goes dark, including the OCWtron. The screen flickers a few times with a solitary white light suddenly making its appearance on the screen as it shines into a dark room. The light that is seen shows seven distinct figure’s shadows, no gender can be made out of the shadows though, leaving no room to imply on who exactly these people that are making the shadows are. A voice is heard coming through the PA system~

Voice: Very soon, a new “family” will come to the OCW. A “family” that is unlike any other that the OCW has ever seen. Legacies will be cemented in the OCW halls forever and the OCW will tremble at the mere mention of their name. The BEST in the OCW is coming, don’t try to stop it…you’ll fail miserably.

~Two of the shadows start to move as two distinct set of footsteps can be heard coming closer as the light starts to fade as the shadows start to overtake the full light. The OCWtron flickers out again, but comes shortly back on with the words “The BEST is yet to come” quickly appear on screen, shooting to take up the full frame as the words stay put for a few seconds and then disappear as quickly as they came on. The lights in the gymnasium come back on and we cut back to ~

Smith: Hood? What do you suppose this means?

Hood: I don’t know, but we’ve already got one fucking family…what is this, a retread, a sequel….a copycat?

Smith: Perhaps, but they say it’s BETTER than the family now

Hood: Yea, sounds more like Dumb and Dumberer to me

Smith: I will remain optimistic…because I HATE the current family

Hood: You hate anything that’s entertaining, that’s why!

Smith: Well, Hood...it’s time for our first match of the evening as two newcomers look to make their mark!

Hood: Neat-o

Craig Adams (0-0) vs. Jason Xavier (0-0)

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall…

~”Sound of Madness” by Shinedown begins to play as the fans in Cuthbert, Georgia stand and appear for ready for our first match of the evening. Craig Adams makes his way to the ring with little fanfare seeing as it’s his first appearance in front of an OCW crowd. He enters into the ring, ready for battle~

Belvedere: Introducing first, from Chicago, Illinois…standing 6’1 and weighing in at 211 lbs…..Craig Adams!!

~As "Lights Out" By Hollywood Undead begin to blast through the P.A. system, white smoke fills the entrance a figure steps in and can be seen in the smoke and Jason X stands at the top of the entrance with his arms up in an X form. He continues to walk down the ramp and enters the ring; he then climbs the turnbuckles and again puts his arms in an X form~

Belvedere: And his opponent, from Las Vegas, Nevada…standing 5’11 and weighing in at 209 lbs…Jason Xavier!!!

~Belvedere quickly exits and sounds the ring bell on the outside as our first match of the evening is officially underway~

Smith: Matchup featuring two rookies here, Hood

Hood: Rookies, huh?

Smith: Yes, rookies

Hood: Fascinating, I see one has longer hair than the other.

Smith: That would be correct

Hood: I’ll go with him

Smith: Top notch journalism, yet again

~Adams goes right after Xavier and viciously locks him up, he delivers a knee lift into Xavier’s abdomen and backs Xavier into the nearest corner. He whips Xavier out of the corner and across the ring, Xavier slams into the opposite corner. Adams rushes in and drills Xavier with a clothesline! Xavier comes stumbling out as Adams catches him and slams him quickly to the ground! Adams gets to his feet looking proud of himself~

Smith: Hmm, fast start by Craig Adams

Hood: Damnit, should have gone with the short hair…more aerodynamic

Smith: Right

~Adams pulls Xavier to his feet and he whips Xavier into the ropes, Xavier bounces off and Adams goes for a clothesline, Xavier ducks and this the ropes again…he bounces off as Adams turns around. Xavier leaps into the air and drills Adams in the head with a flying forearm!! Adams falls back onto the mat hard, holding his face in pain as Xavier pops back to his feet~

Smith: And there goes Craig Adams momentum

Hood: Go long haired man, go! Let those locks fly!

Smith: His name is Jason Xavier!

Hood: Mr. X!

~Xavier quickly pulls Adams back to his feet, he hooks Adams head and quickly drops him with a Swinging Lifted Inverted DDT!!! BUT ADAMS BLOCKS it and nails him with a kick to the gut followed by a spinning neckbreaker. He follows up with an uppercut to Jason X followed by a running knee lift.~

Smith: Craig Adams makes his comeback against Xavier ...could he still prove himself the more dominant rookie.

Hood: He just hit a few moves, do not go trumpeting him as the next big thing yet.

~Craig is off the ropes and whips himself behind Jason Xavier with a sleeper hold. Xavier struggles in the hold but seems to be caught in it and eventually falls to his knees in the middle of the ring. The referee lifts Xavier’s arm and it falls. He lifts it again, and yet again it falls~

Smith: Wow, just like THAT, Craig Adams turns things around and now we are about to see Jason Xavier pass out right in front of us.

Hood: I have to give this kid credit ...he has made quite the comeback when it looked like he was out.

~Scruff pulls Xavier’s arm up ...and it stays up. Xavier battles back as Craig has the sleeper still locked in. Jason is about to fight back but instead Craig throws him into the turnbuckle and follows up with an elbow to the back of the head. He pulls him up and delivers a german suplex but keeps it locked on and delivers a second and then a third. He awaits for Xavier to get back up and performs an armbar on him. Xavier finds himself crawling to the ropes as Craig keeps that hold locked in. Xavier reaches the ropes~

Smith: Craig has done an excellent job with slowing down this match and taking Jason Xavier off guard.

Hood: I think I am going to actively root for this kid from now on. He also has one hell of a look. Watch out ladies.

Smith: Did you just call another man handsome?

Hood: NO!

~Craig sends him back down with a spinning backfist before preparing for his finisher ...which is his spear. He goes for the spear BUT XAVIER DODGES IT! Craig spins back around but Xavier nails him with a Swinging Lifted Inverted DDT ...that does not miss this time~

Smith: He calls that move The X-Fate Special!

Hood: Does he have a move called X-Rated?

Smith: No

Hood: What about X-TREME!!!

Smith: Stop it…just call the match!

~Xavier reaches the top rope and he looks down at Craig Adams. Xavier then leaps off and shows tremendous athleticism with the height he achieves in his jump. He winds up pulling off a very impressive 360 Shooting Star Press landing right on top of Adams!! The ring shakes from the impact as Xavier pops right back to his feet as the crowd seems to be enjoying his display of athleticism~

Smith: And that, Hood, is called X-Star Press!

Hood: Okay, so this guy is like way more marketable than short haired guy?

Smith: His name is Craig Adams…and the marketable guy is Jason Xavier. And you were cheering for Adams just seconds ago.

Hood: What can I say? I am fickle.

~Xavier yanks Adams back to his feet…Adams is completely done at this point…a gust of wind would probably knock him over while a pine needle made the pin. Xavier kicks him in the gut, hooks him for a piledriver but, instead, flips over and drops Adams with a Canadian Destroyer!! The crowd reacts in a positive fashion to the explosive move as Xavier pins Adams and Scruff makes the count~

1!

2!

3!!!!!

~The bell rings and Belvedere makes the announcement~

Belvedere: Here is your winner…JASON XAVIER!!!!!

Smith: Wow! Impressive win by…

Hood: Long Haired Guy!

Smith: Or, as he’s known by everyone else in the world, Jason Xavier…I see bright things in this kids future.

Hood: Well he is heading up the ramp where a bunch of lights are shining down.

Smith: Yea, whatever, let’s go backstage on that stupid comment

~The cameras catch up to the parking lot as Brianna enters with crowbar in hand. Her usual smile is not on her face. She pays no mind to the cameras that follow her onto the campus and into the gymnasium. They follow her into the lobby of the gym where she is stopped by Leo The High School intern~

Leo: Miss Casablancas, do you have a moment?

~Brianna scowls at him with the crowbar in hand~

Brianna Casablancas: Actually I don’t. But you can deliver a message to Ian Bishop.

Leo: Yes, sure.

Brianna Casablancas: Tell him I would like his presence inside the ring later tonight.

~He stops her from leaving and she stops only out of being polite~

Leo: Is this part of the revenge you are talking about?

Brianna Casablancas: Love, I am sorry if I am a bit short here …but of course it is. Tonight is ALL about revenge.

~She leaves with the crowbar in hand as Leo looks a little surprised by her behavior. He is surprised about how unhinged she is. We cut back to ringside~

Smith: Brianna came prepared tonight!

Hood: Will somebody tell her that Alice’s car requires more than a crowbar to fix?

Smith: She didn’t bring that to fix Alice’s car!

Hood: Oh, she didn’t?

Smith: No, she has it for protection

Hood: What a shitty friend, then!

Smith: YOU could help Alice out with her car, if you’re that concerned.

Hood: Oh, no thanks, I’m allergic to ant…farms

Smith: Whatever…well, folks…we’re less than a week out from Black Out 2…

~We cut to a poster for this Sunday’s Pay Per View event~

~The poster fades out as we…we cut to what appears to be a lounge somewhere inside the Andrew facility. There is a long table and Mario is seated in the middle of the table with a plate of Spaghetti and Meatballs and a glass of red wine. On Mario’s right is Roach, he is double fisting with a brew and a jager bomb, and has a delicious chicken parmesan. Next to Roach is Ian Bishop, with his OCW Central Championship sitting in front of him facing outwards like a name tag on a table. Bishop appears to be enjoying his Rum and Coke and his Fettuccini Alfredo. Finally you have Sean Fuller, who apparently missed the memo and has a Bacon Cheeseburger and Pabst Blue Ribbon. The men appear to have already been gathered for a little while now as they are already in the process of eating and drinking~

Mario Maurako: Alright guys, tonight is a huge night for us as we take yet another step towards pure OCW dominance and the ability to end this debacle once and for all. It starts tonight and it starts with me. Tonight Pryde and myself are going to walk to that ring and we are going to beat Danny B & Amber Ryan, and go on to headline Blackout. Where I will win the OCW Southern Championship, and bring more gold to The Family.

~The rest of the members let out a celebratory cheer, except for Fuller, who just generally seems disinterested in the goings on at the table~

Mario Maurako: Not only am I going to win the Southern Championship, Ian is going to retain his Central Championship against Brianna Casablancas. Ian, we’ve really been embarrassing her as of late. Any thoughts on if and when or how she would retaliate?

~Ian takes a drink of his Coke & Rum and then sets the glass back on the table~

Ian Bishop: Guys, it’s the same story OVER and over again. She’ll try some experiment on me, blah, blah, blah, try to confuse me and think she has me figured out and win. I don’t know about you guys but it is starting to get very repetitive and boring. Short and to the point I am going to do what I did last month and that is walk into Blackout the true warrior I am and walk out still OCW Central Champion. The Family began there with that victory and it will continue to thrive when we shut her up one final time, when I retain my rightful championship.

~Ian finishes his drink and then raises his index finger to indicate to the catering staff that he would like another one. Next to him Roach appears to be enjoying digging into his entrée~

Roach: Fuck this is some good ass chicken parm! Got to love the Italians and how they can cook some grub. I bet that hobo Alice Knight can't cook worth shit, I bet she cooks chicken nuggets on the dash board of her car and cranks the heat on them. Oh wait I forgot that she doesn't have a car or a home.

~Roach laughs to himself, taking a moment to celebrate last weeks achievements~

Roach: Blackout is going to be the dismissal of that lesbo, she thinks she has a shot at beating me at the PPV. Just because she got lucky last week and screwed me out of the Co-Main Event at Blackout. That's not going to happen again, FUCK that! Alice Knight won't be able to walk out of that ring alone after I stomp her face in. I'm going to beat the living shit out of her then top it off by spitting on her motionless body. I don't think The Family will have to worry about her after next this Sunday!

Mario Maurako: Well that would be great. Not only would you eliminate one person from the roster Roach, but I’m sure after that thrashing you’d have to be in line for an Internet Title Shot or something. Then that would mean further domination by the Family.

~Mario picks up his glass of red wine and goes to take a drink but stops when he catches a glimpse of Sean down at the end of the table stabbing his Bacon Cheeseburger with a knife. Mario then puts the glass back down and stares at Fuller~

Mario Maurako: Umm Sean?

~Fuller stops stabbing his burger and looks over at Mario~

Mario Maurako: What are you doing? Actually on second thought don’t answer that. You’ve got a match-up with a pissed of MJ Bell for the PPV-

Sean Fuller: The way I look at it Dean-o is just giving me the opportunity to finish the job and clear things up as to what I am doing hanging around a bunch of guys on high fiber diets. MJ will be just as stupid as anyone else who has faced me one-on-one. She doesn't have to show up, but she will. She will show up and I will break her worse than before.

~Fuller grabs the knife from the burger and ketchup seeps out from where the knife was, almost like blood from a stab victim. Mario shrugs it off and takes a sip of his wine and then continues~

Mario Maurako: One last order of Family business. I do appreciate the sacrifices you gentlemen make on a weekly basis for the greater good. But we need to do this right. We have to be able to trust each other through thick and thin. Next week on Massacre we will all participate in the Family initiation ritual. Oh yeah… there will be blood. So if you’re having second thoughts, you have between now and then to back out. Because after initiation there is no turning back.

Sean Fuller: Sounds like fun!

~Fuller smiles as we fade out and go back to ringside~

Smith: Looks like they forgot to invite you over for dinner?

Hood: I’m sure it got lost in the mail

Smith: Well, why didn’t they invite you face to face tonight?

Hood: I’m a very busy man, Smith…I’m sure they realized that

Smith: Sure…in other news, they are talking about some initiation set to take place…

Hood: Of course, every legit organization has a rite of passage

Smith: It will definitely be interesting to see how that group of misfits and weirdos moves forward

Hood: Dysfunctional, just like the average American family!

Smith: Well, Mario is from Italy…but that’s beside the point…it’s time for our next match as Damian Payne and Drew Stevenson, tag partners last week and next week, face off!

”Sadistic Insanity” Damian Payne (3-2) vs. Drew Stevenson (0-1)

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

~”Devour” by Shinedown hits and the fans stand and give Drew Stevenson a nice ovation, remembering the fight he gave last week in his Lethal Lottery tag match. Drew walks down to the ring with a determined look on his face~

Belvedere: Introducing first, from Kansas City, Missouri…standing 6’2 and weighing in at 250lbs….Drew Stevenson!!!

~Drew’s music dies down as “It’s Goin’ Down” by X-Ecutioners starts up and the fans boo loudly when they see resident bad guy, Damian Payne make his way down to the ring~

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

~Payne steps over the top rope and enters into the ring. Belvedere exits and sounds the bell on the outside as Payne’s music ends and this match is ready to begin~

Smith: Interesting match here, Hood…two former teammates going at it!

Hood: Yea, for like a week…you act as if this was some tragic break between brothers or lifelong tag partners.

Smith: A very strong bond can be formed in a week’s time.

Hood: It really showed last week, let me tell ya.

Smith: Outside of that little tidbit, it’s obvious that both of these competitors could really use a win here tonight.

~Drew and Payne quickly lock up in the middle of the ring as Payne uses his size to shove Drew back into a corner. Scruff gets in the middle, forcing a break. Payne then smacks Drew in the chest with a large knife edged chop!! Drew grabs his chest, gasping in pain. Payne straightens him up and chops him again…he does this again and again until red welts begin to form on Drew’s chest. Payne then lifts Drew up and places him on the top turnbuckle in a seated position. He then lunges forward with a HUGE knife edged chop and Drew falls off the top turnbuckles and crashes down hard on the outside. Payne looks down at Drew while raising his arm in the air~

Smith: Wow, Damian Payne off to a quick start.

Hood: He’s not fucking around tonight

Smith: Well, Drew Stevenson did call him out on their loss last week…basically blaming Damian for the defeat.

Hood: Who got pinned?

Smith: Payne

Hood: Fucking right he should be blamed, then

Smith: Pryde pinned him and, seriously, how do you not remember this?

Hood: WHAT? He got pinned by the masked being? That is so not Sadistic…but pretty insane.

~Payne steps over the top rope and hops on out to the gym floor. Drew is on one knee, hanging onto the apron while attempting to recover from his tough spill. Payne helps him to his feet but instantly greets him with a short arm clothesline! Drew falls back down onto the gym floor and grasps the back of his head in pain from the impact of it snapping back onto the hardwood. Payne walks over to Drew and drops an elbow across Drew’s chest…Drew rolls over to the side clutching his chest in pain as the fans boo Sadistic Insanity’s offense~

Smith: Damian Payne has taken complete control of this match.

Hood: So, we’ve got cameras and an OCWTron and all this shit, right?

Smith: Indeed

Hood: You think maybe they could get something a little thicker than a see through black fabric to cover the hardwood floor?

Smith: Aww, Hood…you’re concerned about our wrestler’s well being!

Hood: You didn’t let me FINISH….*ahem*…for Syren and Maurako matches only.

~Payne yanks Drew to his feet and drills him between the eyes with a couple of vicious right hands. Drew wobbles back and forth as Payne grabs him by the back of his bald head. He then hurls Drew face first into the ring post! Drew’s head smacks into the post emitting a loud ‘ping’ as it connects! Drew falls to the ground, clutching his forehead in pain as Sadistic Insanity flips his hair back, smiling over how this match is going~

Hood: You can ring my beeeeeeeeellllleeeeeelllllleeeellll…ringmybell!

Smith: I don’t see anything funny with a young man having his head smacked into cold steel like that.

Hood: So you’d rather see an old man have his head smacked into the ring post?

Smith: Absolutely not!

~Payne yanks Drew to his feet and finally hurls him back into the ring as Scruff has been watching the entire time, being useless as usual. Payne climbs onto the apron and is about to climb into the ring when he notices his hand on top of the top turnbuckle…it triggers an idea. He begins to climb to the top rope with the fans standing at the sight of the big man ascending rarified air. Payne gets to the top and leaps off for a Guillotine Leg Drop…Drew, though, rolls out of the way and Payne’s backside slams into the ring mat!!! He grabs his leg in pain as the fans begin to cheer, feeling like Drew is going to get back in this~

Smith: Temporary moment of insanity for the sadistic one and, well, it backfired.

Hood: I guess he was feeling froggy or something

Smith: Froggy?

Hood: Yea, you know, all hippity hoppity and shit…hopping down the froggy trail

Smith: It’s bunny trail, you dimwit! Peter Cottontail was a rabbit, not a frog!

Hood: Well I KNOW that…but I’m talking about ole Roger Ribbit…the imaginary frog who actually HIDES the eggs on Easter. Peter stupidtail simply delivers them…Roger, though, he does all the hard work and gets no respect…it’s tragic.

Smith: What are you talking about? And I’m sure you just ripped off Roger Rabbit for that name…another famous Hare.

Hood: That reminds me, we need to get Jessica Rabbit on this show sometime.

Smith: Enough!

~Drew and Payne get to their feet at about the same time as Payne shakes his leg, working the pain out of it. He charges at Drew for a big boot to the face…Drew, however, ducks Damian’s kick causing Damian to stumble forward. Drew turns Damian around and begins to unload on him with lefts and rights to the head!! Payne falls back into the nearest corner from the attack…Drew stops, he grabs Payne around the waist and tosses him out of the corner and into the middle of the ring with a belly-to-belly suplex!! Payne lands hard as Drew has turned the tide~

Smith: What strength shown by Drew Stevenson…he tossed Damian Payne like he was a sack of potatoes!

Hood: I buy my potatoes one at a time.

Smith: Why on earth would you do that?

Hood: I don’t buy into the whole sack of potatoes theory…feels like the start of communism to me.

Smith: I don’t even need an explanation…

Hood: You see, Smith…some potatoes work harder than others as they grow…it’s a natural fact. And, so you’re fucking telling me that those giant potatoes who busted their ass to become the best damn potato they could be should be FORCED into a bag with other, smaller, lazier potatoes? Fuck that shit, man…I buy my potatoes one at a time.

Smith: Whatever floats your boat.

~Drew walks over to Payne and aggressively stomps Damian in the head while Damian is still down. Drew makes his way into the nearest corner as Damian tries to get to his feet…Damian is on all fours when Drew rushes out and kicks Damian in the side of the head!! Damian’s body twirls violently to the mat, winding up on his back. Drew quickly covers him, for the pin~

1!

2!

Kick Out!!

Smith: That was a close one as Sadistic Insanity nearly suffered his third loss in a row!

Hood: Oh man, these fucking guys…good thing they don’t have to tag anymore.

Smith: Actually, they are being forced to team up at Black Out 2 in the Tag Team Turmoil match.

Hood: Seriously? A week after they face each other one on one? Does Dean just really fucking hate these guys or what?

Smith: I have no clue

~Drew yanks Payne to his feet and drills him with several forearm uppercuts as Payne staggers back into the nearest corner. Drew climbs to the top rope and begins to punch Payne in the head with lefts and rights. Payne recovers and nails Drew in the gut, causing Drew to stall. Payne clutches Drew by the throat and steps out of the corner…he lifts Drew up high, going for his patented ChokeBomb! Drew, though, thrusts downward with an elbow, nailing Payne on top of the head. Payne drops Drew, Drew kicks Payne in the gut and then DDT’s him to the mat!!~

Smith: Sadistic Insanity was looking to end it right there but Drew Stevenson had other ideas!

Hood: No shit, Drew was all like “Eat this elbow, bandana long haired man!”

Smith: What do you suppose the bandana symbolizes?

Hood: I’d say the bandana is sadistic…the long hair is insanity.

Smith: Indeed!

~Drew motions to the crowd, they begin to cheer for him as he’s becoming a crowd favorite here in OCW. Payne slowly gets back to his feet, a bit groggy from all the head trauma he recently received. Payne thinks Drew isn’t paying attention, so he attempts to sneak up behind him…Drew responds with a superkick to Payne’s face!! Payne’s bandana flies off his head as he falls back on the ground. Drew grabs his legs and goes to apply a Texas Cloverleaf~

Smith: The Missouri Cloverleaf! If he locks this one in, it’s over!

Hood: He kicked his bandana off…Damian is no longer sadistic…only insane!

Smith: My goodness, what a development!

~Drew locks in the Missouri Cloverleaf!! Payne yells out in pain, grabbing at his hair with his hands…his discomfort is obvious as Payne looks for a way to get out of the hold. He uses his upper body strength to drag drew near the bottom rope. Payne is close to grabbing it…however, Drew is aware of what’s going on and he stands up and drags Payne right back into the middle of the ring!! The pain for Damian only intensifies as the hope of reaching the ropes is all but lost…he continues to fight with Scruff asking him…finally, Payne does what a normal wrestler would’ve done several minutes earlier…he taps out…Scruff calls for the bell and Belvedere makes the announcement~

Belvedere: Here is your winner….DREW STEVENSON!!!!!

Smith: Wow, great win tonight for Drew Stevenson! I like the look of this guy!

Hood: Really? You dig the way a near naked man looks?

Smith: I’m talking about his in ring prowess

Hood: Sure, whatever, man

~After the match, Drew offers to help Damian to his feet. Damian shoves Drew away and gets to his feet under his own power. Drew attempts to explain to Damian that he was simply trying to win the match and wants the two of them to move forward and be on the same page for Black Out 2. Payne rolls his eyes and then drills Drew with a lariat!! Drew lands hard on the mat as the fans boo Damian Payne loudly. He exits the ring, fuming with anger~

Smith: Well, that’s not a good sign if you’re a Payne and Drew tag team fan.

Hood: There aren’t many of those, Smith

Smith: Still, it doesn’t bode well going into Sunday in the Tag Turmoil match for the Tag Titles.

Hood: I wouldn’t say that, at least Payne is showing signs of life

~We cut outside where Danny B is seen standing outside Andrew’s college, leaning on the same black 1965 Ford Shelby that he had driven to meet Amber Ryan only 2 weeks ago, his black leather coat shines in the moonlight, his piercing green eyes hidden behind a reflective pair of Aviators~

Danny: “Evening, OCW. I was thinking about heading into the arena, but you know for once it is actually quite a lovely night. So I figured I would stand here and smoke, and think about what’s coming up, and I don’t mean this week. What happens this week is elemental. You know why I think that?

Simple really, as much as Pryde and Maurako like to think that they have some kind of teamwork going on they lacked one major thing. Did anyone see their promos this week? They talk big, but could they stand to be near each other? Like shit could they.

So people seem to think that there is no collusion between Amber and I? It’s a common thought that we have no chance teaming together long enough to do the job in this match.

Well I tell you something, in my time here in OCW I have come to realise something rather important, that the scum bags I believed I had to deal with in CWF and GWR are nothing compared to the douchebags that run around this joint. Most of which includes The Family.

Mario, let me tell you something, you aren’t anything special. You think you are, you think your past speaks for itself, but in your arrogance you have decided the preparing for the arrival of people like Amber and I isn’t worth your time. That is your mistake, a great mistake that will be your downfall, I mean for Christ’s sakes, you think that your status means that you’re better than me? Ask The Great One how that works out. Tonight, I want you to come to terms with the fact that you cannot hold a candle to the new breed of OCW stars, and I lead that helm.

Roach, you managed to live up to your hype didn’t you? A creepy crawling ugly son of a bitch. I’ve stated it before that I cannot understand why someone of your caliber is hanging with these low lives, but I hope you know this, I implore you to watch closely tonight because I will prove how useless your ‘Don’ really is.

Bishop, you are no champion, and Brianna will prove that next week at Blackout. She beat you once, and she will beat you again. And after your match at Blackout, when you’re sitting in your locker room nursing your wounds, I hope you watch me win the Southern Championship, and I can show you how a real champion looks after a match.

Fuller, you, I can’t even find real words for you. You are a sick son of a botch that thinks beating up people when their backs are turned is the way to become great. Sean, I will deal with you when the time comes, I never did get you back for the sneak attack a few weeks back, but the difference is Sean, I will do it in the ring, I don’t need my opponent blindsided to beat them.”

~Danny lights a smoke before he continues~

Danny: “So why would I take the time, easy, because I know for a fact that The Family will make their presence known tonight, Mario has the chance to go into Blackout and win the Southern Championship. Meaning of course that there is a chance, however slim it may be, that The Family could hold both of the major championships in this company, and my God, can you imagine how infuriating they would be if that happens.

What I am saying is boys, pull whatever stunt you wish tonight, because I am ready for you. I will prove tonight that I am the smartest man in this company. Are you ready?”

~Danny stands up straight, heading towards the giant OCW banner above the entrance to the building, in the very place where he was standing, a giant shadow occupies the space, before vanishing once again. We head back to the announce table~

Smith: It appears to me Danny B is waging a full war against the Family!

Hood: Pretty rude to call them out during their dinner…he could have at least waited until dessert

Smith: What do you suppose they had for dessert?

Hood: Probably something red and gooey to appease Sean Fuller

Smith: Indeed…well, I’m being told we’ve got more backstage happenings taking place!

~We cut to the “backstage” area as we see “The Great One” Trevor Kent walking through a door that reads “Gavin Reed” the crowd in attendance boo for both men, torn on who they hate the most. Gavin is on the telephone on a call that is no doubt of great importance, but quickly hangs up as he sees who has walked through the door and starts to back up towards the walk his hands raised up in front of him, palms facing outward.~

Gavin: Now listen Trevor, last week…

TGO: Save your breathe Gavin, I’m not here about last week, I’m here about next week.

Gavin: What about it?

TGO: You mean to tell me that you had nothing to do with putting me in a tag team title match?

Gavin: That was all Dean, I promise…

TGO: I highly doubt that. You know for a fact that I have absolutely no interest in a tag team title, I’m far above that.

Gavin: Well last week says differently.

~Gavin regrets the words as soon as they come out of his mouth as TGO walks closer towards Gavin, as Gavin backs further away, having his back firmly placed against the wall now.~

TGO: Probably not the smartest thing that you’ve ever said Gavin. Seeing as though you have a horse in this race as well.

Gavin: I didn’t mean it that way.

TGO: I’m not stupid Gavin, you meant it exactly the way that you said it. Let me be clear though. You need to tell Noah I don’t settle for failure. Even though I don’t want to be in this tag team mid card bullshit, I’ll fight the fight and win the titles. I may pull a Casablancas and just give the titles away to a less deserving “team” that is in that clusterfuck of a match. I won’t lose again and will not settle for failure. If I, excuse me, if WE lose again, then I’m holding you personally responsible, and I’m sure that you don’t want that to happen.

Gavin: I’ll make sure that I tell Noah.

TGO: Good, now if you’ll excuse me I have an unfortunate defecation incident to take care of from last week.

~Gavin snickers as TGO turns his back and walks out of the room that Gavin was occupying. The camera follows TGO as he walks down a hallway filled with doors to other classrooms. One of the doors opens as Scott Syren walks out of it. TGO smirks as Syren does as well. The two men approach each other, as the intensity in their eyes tell a completely different story than their half smiles do.~

Syren: Tough loss last week, man. I hope you liked the consolation prize I had delivered to your office.

TGO: I wouldn’t have expected anything less from the likes of a ‘roided up piece of garbage like you.

Syren: Oh yeah? You know what, man? That's just, um, like your opinion or whatever. And so what if I am a piece of garbage? I'd rather be a piece of garbage with a World Championship belt than, you know, some dude who DOESN'T have a World Championship belt.

TGO: You know that's not a valid belt around here anymore, right Scotty boy? Or have the drugs and the transsexual sex fried your brain?

~ Syren smiles and gestures at TGO's empty waist. ~

Syren: At least my belt exists. And there are a few hundred retarded hillbillies out in that gymnasium who seem to think its valid enough. That has to count for something.

TGO: Woah! Don't point to that area ever again! It's completely off limits to you and your gang of OCW rejects. Speaking of OCW rejects where's Silverfreak? He was always your best quality and the only reason that you were once relevant around here.

Syren: Ahh, another entry in your ongoing "Fake History of Professional Wrestling" project... have you ever thought about giving up wrestling and going into like alternate-history speculative fiction writing? I mean, you'd probably be fucking horrible at that too, but at least you wouldn't get punched in your stupid face as much. As my "drug fried brain" seems to recall, I laid down and handed Silverfreak two different titles--as gifts--and somehow HE is the one who made ME relevant? Please. I handed Silverfreak the keys to OCW for no other reason than because it amused me. So if we're going to shit-talk based on fictional re-writes of history, then, umm, hey man, fuck you for that time you blew up the moon with a giant laser gun.

~TGO shakes his head, amazed with the pure rubbish that is coming out of Scott Syren's mouth.~

TGO: OOOHHHH!!! So you laid down for Silverfreak and gave him the titles because it amused you. I could have sworn that it was because you were afraid to get in the ring with me. Maybe that's just my re-writes of history, but I do seem to remember that when I came into the OCW you didn't stay around long because you knew that I was going to kick your ass and take your spot, which I did in fact take your spot at the top of the OCW food chain. You know maybe when me and Silverfreak became chummy and he told me why you left OCW he just got it wrong. Face it Syren, your glory days are way behind you and I'm still the face of the OCW. Fuck Ian Bishop. Fuck Brianna Casablancas. Fuck Mario Maurako. Fuck Amber Ryan and her girlfriend Danny B. I'M the face of the OCW still and nothing will ever change that!

~Syren has started playing with his cell phone. He laughs at an amusing cat meme that Scoot Time has texted him. After an awkward pause, he looks up, realizing TGO has finished his rant.~

Syren: Yeah, cool man, you can try to fuck all those people if you want. I kind of doubt Triple M would be down with it, but some of the others might. And you can scream all you want about being the "face of OCW" and it's not going to mean shit to me. Honestly, I'm a bit shocked to hear that something so retarded is the root of your beef with me. "The Face of OCW"??? Fuck's cunt, man. That's not something I've ever given a quarter of a fuck about, and if you don't understand that, then I guess you don't know the first fuckin' thing about ol' Scott Syren. Unfortunately for you, Dean, all of the fans, and historical fact seem to disagree with your claim--as usual. Would it make you feel better if we have a "Face of OCW" match and I lay down for a three-count? Because if that's the only title you're going for, I'll gladly hand it over. I'm trying to find it within myself to find a fuck or two to give about this, because it obviously means a great deal to you, but I am just coming up totally fuckless.

~ Syren shrugs helplessly, as would anyone after being berated for something they have no control over. Unamused by sheer lack of respect Scott Syren has given him, but really, what did he expect. TGO starts in again as Scott notices another rant coming on and starts to text message Scoot Time back with a Sweet Sugar Brown meme.~

TGO: You seem to be missing the point Syren. My beef with you is that you think that you can waltz right back into the OCW and not pay your dues again. I'll make sure that that changes. I'll make sure that Dean gives us the chance to go one on one like every toothless piece of garbage out in the gym wants to see. Then I'll prove that I'm better than you, just like we've always known. Just make sure that you don't go off and injure yourself before we get to have that match. Well shit, I think I would need to make sure that Dean doesn't drink himself off into another coma and forgets about the OCW again....

Smith: TGO is accusing Syren of coming back in and expecting to reach the top by not paying his dues? Syren won a battle royal for a shot to face Kenshin at Black Out 2…what has TGO done to deserve all this airtime, aside from lose half his matches?

Hood: Hey, lay off The Great One!

Smith: I’m just saying…the guy may want to rip Syren for something else…it’s not like there aren’t other things

Hood: Look, he just wants to face Syren one on one…did you hear that?

Smith: Oh, NOW he does, after he’s curtain jerking Black Out…the rumor I heard was Dean pitched an idea for TGO and Syren to go one on one at Black Out. Syren was all for it…The Great One turned it down.

Hood: Whaaaat???

~ Syren unexpectedly snaps his head up from his phone, looking uncharacteristically concerned. ~

Syren: Wait, what? We're supposed to be paying dues? How the fuck am I supposed to manage that when Dean has been paying me in IOUs, motel vouchers, and gas cards? God dammit.

~Syren turns and hurries down the hall back towards the door he came from~

Syren: Clubbin' Man!!! We need to find some fucking money... again. Apparently we're overdue on, well, dues or something?

~TGO looks down at the watch on his wrist and looks back up.~

TGO: Have we boss hogged the show yet and tried to yield more attention that what's actually deserved?

~With that said the camera cuts back to the announce table.~

Smith: Boss hogged the show?

Hood: Yea, I dunno, maybe he just watched Dukes of Hazzard or something

Smith: Indeed! Well, folks…it’s time for our next match! Dinner is apparently finished because Family Member Sean Fuller is set to take on one half of the Power Couple, Tiami Tyler-Santos!

Sean Fuller (6-0) vs. Tiami Tyler-Santos (0-0)

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

~”Get up and Move” by Koda Kumi begins to play as the fans begin to boo when they see the Power Couple step into the gymnasium and make their way down to the ringside area. Jeremy escorts his beautiful wife down to the ring as she walks up the steps and enters into the squared circle for her debut OCW match~

Belvedere: Introducing first, from Canton, Ohio, standing 5’5” and weighing in at 119 lbs…Tiami Tyler-Santos!!!

~Tiami’s music comes to a close. "Never Going to Die" by Skillet begins to play first as Kaitlyn steps out to a chorus of boos from the fans along with a few fans thinking it's a smart idea to poke the bear known as Sean by chanting vulgar words. Kaitlyn makes her way down to the ring with elegance and arrogance exuding from her. She walks up the steel ring steps and steps over the middle rope slowly. Kaitlyn requests a microphone and walks to the middle of the ring~

Kaitlyn Fuller: "Ladies and gentlemen if I may have your attention please!"

~The fans negative chants grow louder just as Kaitlyn's disdain for them~

Kaitlyn Fuller: "Making his way to the ring at this time he is not only my husband but the most destructive force known throughout the professional wrestling universe! He is my client, my lover, and the end of all that each of you hold dear so please tremble in your seats for Sean Fuller to come to the ring and decimate whoever has the unfortunate task of facing him tonight!"

~"Circus for a Psycho" by Skillet picks up as Sean Fuller steps out from behind the curtain with his head bowed. The crowd goes silent as the lights are low so to make it rather hard to witness anything he might do as he walks down to the ring. Sean climbs into the ring and over to the corner furthest from him at the time. He rests his arms over the top rope and smirks after turning his head to the right; a smirk so unsettling the fans still dare not boo or make a sound that might cause him to go off. Belvedere quickly exits, knowing how dangerous Sean Fuller can be and sounds the bell quickly. The match is now underway with both Jeremy Santos and Kaitlyn observing from the outside~

Smith: Last week Jeremy Santos nearly tossed Sean Fuller out of the battle royal…this week, his wife gets her shot at defeating the man with multiple personalities.

Hood: Awesome, so you can talk shit about him but I can’t? Why doesn’t he beat your ass for saying that?

Smith: Because I’m not an idiot about it.

Hood: I think it’s a conspiracy…you are obviously connected to those two.

Smith: Think what you want, Hood.

~Fuller goes to lock up with Tiami…Tiami, though, is too smart to try and match strength with Fuller, so she just ducks his grasp and kicks him in the back of the knee. Fuller stumbles forward and into the ropes. He quickly turns around as Tiami charges him and drills him in the midsection with a running knee. She then whips Fuller off the ropes, he rushes across the ring, bounces off the opposite set and is drilled in the gut yet again with another knee!! Fuller falls to the mat, hunched over in pain~

Smith: Wow, nice start by Tiami!

Hood: Maybe she can do what her husband couldn’t…beat Sean Fuller.

Smith: So, you’re talking bad about Fuller now?

Hood: Uhm, no…I said maybe…in fact, scratch that...she’s got no chance…in hell!

Smith: Right

~Fuller starts to get to his feet as Tiami walks up behind him and quickly applies and abdominal strain! Fuller winces in pain as his already weakened abdomen is being stretched out by Tiami. Fuller, though, using his weight and strength advantage, flips Tiami over and onto the mat where she hits hard. Undaunted, she gets back to her feet and charges into the ropes…Fuller stands up right and throws a clothesline, Tiami ducks it and hits the other ropes…she comes off and Fuller drills her in the gut with a side kick!! Tiami falls back and rolls out of the ring through the bottom and middle ropes. She lands near Kaitlyn~

Smith: And Tiami falls right at the feet of Kaitlyn!

Hood: Is that Sean Fuller’s way of asking Kailtyn for a three way?

Smith: Really? Her husband is right out there!

Hood: Oh, so he wants to swing then?

Smith: Doubtful

~Kaitlyn reaches down to pull Tiami to her feet…Jeremy suddenly rounds the corner and makes his way towards Kaitlyn. Kaitlyn stands up right and slowly begins to back away. While Jeremy is pointing and yelling, Sean walks up to the ropes and kicks Jeremy in the head through the ropes! Jeremy stumbles to the side and falls to one knee. Sean hops outside and he starts to beat down on Jeremy on the outside~

Smith: Wrong Santos, Fuller!

Hood: Like that fucking guy cares…he just sees and attacks

Smith: Indeed!

~Tiami looks over and sees Sean all over her husband. Kaitlyn moves to grab her, but Tiami pushes Kaitlyn aside and she jumps on top of Fuller and hooks his head under her arm. She drops to her feet, yanks him backwards and drops him with a Reverse DDT!! Fuller hits hard and grabs the back of his head in pain as it slams into the hardwood gym floor. Tiami checks on Jeremy, he’s a little weary but okay. Tiami yanks Sean to his feet and rolls him back into the ring as she hops on the apron. Jeremy heads back to the other side of the ring, away from Kaitlyn, who is back on her feet and yelling for Sean to get up. Tiami climbs the nearest corner and reaches the top. She looks down at Sean who is on his back…she leaps off for a flying elbow but Sean moves! Tiami’s arm slams into the mat and she quickly grabs it in pain~

Smith: The high risk move back fired!

Hood: Fuck man, her elbow like slammed into that mat hard

Smith: Yea, I think we all saw that

Hood: Just saying, had to be like bumping your funny bone times a thousand

~Fuller gets to his feet and he slowly pulls Tiami to hers…she shoves Fuller off and throws a punch, Fuller ducks and he lifts Tiami up and drops her to the mat with a Sidewalk Slam! While seated next to her, he reaches out and grabs the arm Tiami slammed into the mat, he bends it back at the elbow and then cranks it back as far as he can, applying tremendous pressure to the elbow portion of the arm! Tiami yells out in pain and reaches up, trying to get Fuller to release the hold. Her agony and resistance only encourages him to apply more and more pressure~

Smith: This guy is vicious…I believe he intends on snapping her arm at the elbow.

Hood: Yea, probably, but she shouldn’t have just given him her arm.

Smith: He took it from her!

Hood: Nobody can take from you what you don’t offer, Smith

Smith: That is Bee Ess!

~Tiami gets to her feet and uses her free hand to smack Fuller in the face. She repeats the hit time and time again until Fuller releases his hold and staggers back into a corner. Tiami whips him out of the corner but Fuller reverse and Tiami goes flying into the corner. Fuller follows her in, Tiami stops and grabs the top rope and leaps over Fuller who runs in, smashing front first into the corner! Tiami kicks him in the back of the head as he stumbles back…the kick sends him flying face first into the top turnbuckle! Tiami then rolls him up for a pin and Scruff slides in to make the count~

1!

2!

Kick Out!!!

Smith: Whoa, close one there…Tiami’s quickness cannot be underestimated.

Hood: Yea, not bad for a chick with red hair.

Smith: She’s showing me A LOT here in her official OCW debut.

~Fuller’s kick out sends Tiami falling onto her back. He quickly gets on his feet and grabs her legs, he tries to lift her up for a powerbomb but Tiami punches him in the head once she’s in the air, she grabs the back of his head, looking for a facebuster, Fuller, through, punches her back and he shoves her legs away from him and he ends up facebusting Tiami into the mat!! Tiami hits hard as Fuller rolls her over and goes for a pin~

1!

2!

Kick out!!!

Smith: And now Tiami kicks out on that facebuster reversal or whatever you want to call it by Sean Fuller!

Hood: That was fairly cool…I mean, I’m not Sean Fuller fan…but I’ll give the man some credit.

Smith: I see you’re coming around

Hood: No, not at all

~Fuller gets to his feet and he angrily yanks Tiami back up…Fuller shoots Tiami into the corner and she hits hard. Calmly, he walks towards her and drills her in the face with a forearm uppercut!! Tiami nearly goes flying over the top rope, but Fuller keeps her in the ring. He lifts her up and sets her on the top rope. Fuller climbs up there with her and goes to hook her for a superplex, Tiami, though, fights out of it with knees and punches. Fuller falls off the top but lands on his feet. Tiami jumps off onto Sean, but Sean catches her across his shoulders! He then drops her with a Death Valley Driver!!! Tiami goes limp and Sean covers her~

1!

2!

Kick Out!!!

Smith: Wow, I did not see that coming!

Hood: I thought that bitch was toast!

Smith: Could you please be a bit more respectful?

Hood: Fine, I thought that bitch was done!

Smith: Ugh!

~Fuller glares at Scruff, thinking the count was a bit on the slow side. Scruff, being a bit on the slow side himself, simply shrugs and backs off. Fuller yanks Tiami to her feet and he whips her into the ropes…Tiami bounces off and Fuller goes to lock her in a sleeper. He gets his arms around her head and neck, but before he can gain total control, Tiami sits out and slams the top of her head into Fuller’s chin! Fuller staggers back into the ropes, bounces off and Tiami rolls him up with a small package!! Scruff slides in and counts~

1!

2!

Kick Out!!

Smith: Wow, that certainly caught Fuller off guard!

Hood: That’s why you don’t apply sleeper holds…just s-s-super p-punch the chick and get out of here with the win.

Smith: Easier said than done, Hood

Hood: I don’t know, I kind of stumbled on the word super punch

Smith: I wasn’t gonna say anything

~Both competitors race to get to their feet first, Fuller beats Tiami as he’s suffered less damage thus far in the contest. He quickly knees Tiami in the gut, keeping her at one knee. Fuller yanks her up in the air and goes for a powerbomb but Tiami reverses it into a huricanrana!! Fuller is hurled across the ring and slides into a nearby corner…he sits up, with his head resting against the bottom turnbuckle, dazed. Tiami charges in and knees him right in the face!!! Fuller slowly slinks down and winds up lying on the mat, nearly unconscious as Jeremy cheers his wife on from the outside~

Smith: She’s got a chance now, Hood

Hood: Yea, Mr. Bully is getting a taste of his own medicine. By the way, did you know Sean Fuller used to be a member of the anti bullying campaign?

Smith: Seriously?

Hood: Nah man, I’m just fucking with you

~Surprisingly, Tiami yanks Fuller to his feet…he stands in front of her, wobbling…Tiami delivers a ferocious roundhouse kick to the side of Fuller’s head!! Fuller falls over and winds up lying face down on the mat! Tiami reaches down and grabs his leg…she then locks in a Single Leg Boston Crab!! Fuller suddenly wakes up and begins to wince in pain and try to work his way out of the hold. Scruff leans down, asking Fuller if he wants to give it up~

Smith: It’s the Ice Pick, Hood! Tiami’s got it locked in and Fuller is in trouble!

Hood: Yes, yes! OCW’s most ridiculously over the top sadistic fuckhead is about to tap out…I LOVE it!

Smith: That may very well be the case…

~Fuller begins the crawl towards the ropes…he finally reaches the ropes and grabs onto the bottom with both hands! Scruff asks Tiami to release the hold, she refuses…Sean begins to climb the ropes…raising one hand at a time grasping the elevated rope. He reaches the top and is on his feet with Tiami still maintaining a grip of his leg. Tiami repositions herself to gain a better grip and she winds up facing Fuller with him bouncing on one leg. Tiami then takes Fuller down with a Dragon Screw Leg Whip!! Fuller lands hard on the mat holding his leg in pain~

Smith: Nice take down by Tiami…she’s established control of this match!

Hood: It would be so awesome if his knee cap like flew out and hit Kaitlyn in the face.

Smith: Uhhh…no, I don’t think that’d be very awesome…it would ruin a great match we have in store this Sunday…Fuller against MJ Bell.

Hood: Wait…the Pay Per View is THIS Sunday?

Smith: Yes

Hood: Fucking Dean, always switching shit up…whatever happened to the LAST Sunday of the month?

Smith: He’s apparently going on vacation.

Hood: Selfish son of a bitch

~Tiami walks over to Sean and lifts him up, she gives him a quick kick into the gut and goes to hook Fuller for her finisher, Icy Revolution (Packaged Piledriver)…Fuller, though, lifts Tiami up using his strength and goes to flip her over his back…instead, Tiami slides down his back and goes to pull him down for a pin…she nails his weakened knee and he gives way, falling back…he rolls through it, though and kicks Tiami away. Tiami quickly gets to her feet charging at Fuller who greets her with a huge lariat!! Tiami is turned inside out, folded up on the mat as Fuller slowly gets to his feet, Kaitlyn clapping~

Smith: Ah! Sean Fuller just caught Tiami in a big way with that lariat.

Hood: Ah, well, the dream was fun while it lasted.

Smith: This one isn’t over yet, Hood!

~Kaitlyn hops onto the apron and points to the top rope, telling Fuller to scale the corner. Scruff walks over to get Kaitlyn off the apron. Fuller begins to climb with Scruff’s back to him…Jeremy quickly hops up and grabs Fuller’s leg, keeping him from jumping off. Meanwhile, Tiami reaches her feet as Fuller kicks Jeremy off him. Fuller jumps off…however, Tiami leaps up as well and drops Fuller to the mat with a codebreaker!!! Fuller flops over onto his back as Kaitlyn stumbles off the apron in shock. Tiami goes for the pin and Scruff slides in for the count~

1!

2!

Shoulder Up!!!

Smith: Sooooo close!

Hood: When will these people learn that if you’re going to interfere, make it count!

Smith: Indeed!

~Tiami gets to her feet and she bitches at Scruff for the slow count. She turns her attention back to Sean and pulls him to his feet. Sean immediately thrusts upward with his head, slamming the back of it into Tiami’s chin! She staggers back from the huge impact…Sean grabs her, brings her in close and drops her with Down the Alley!!! He makes the cover as Scruff slides in for the count…Jeremy tries to get in to break it up~

1!

2!

3!!!!

~The bell rings as Jeremy gets there a fraction of a second too late. Doesn’t matter to him as he gets on top of Sean and starts to assault him with punches to the back of the head….while this is going on, Belvedere makes the announcement~

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

Smith: Wow, great win for Sean Fuller…Tiami Tyler-Santos showed why Dean signed her to a contract…this match could have gone either way.

Hood: Yea, yea…nice win for that psycho, but he’s about to pay for it!

~Santos gets to his feet and he yanks Fuller to his…he quickly kicks the weakened Fuller in the gut, hooks him and drops him with Debonair Devil!!! Fuller is laid out with Kaitlyn standing on the apron yelling at Jeremy. Jeremy looks over at her and offers her a spot in the ring. Kaitlyn, not being a moron, stays on the apron…Jeremy shrugs and helps his wife to her feet…they exit the ringside area as Kaitlyn rushes over to check on Fuller~

Smith: The Power Couple may not have won the match, but they exit the ringside area with their heads held high.

Hood: Nice that Fuller finally gets a taste of his own medicine.

Smith: Hey! Look! It appears OCW has finally purchased a medical person.

Hood: About damn time…I have a headache, get her over here so I can get treatment.

Smith: Umm, I think she’ll be checking on Sean Fuller first.

~A slender female with a hat pulled low over her face walks up to the ring with a shirt that says “Medical” on it and a red cross. Kaitlyn backs away as the medical person slides in under the ring and grabs Fuller’s arm to take his pulse. Suddenly, she pulls out a pair of cuffs and locks Fuller’s arm to the bottom rope. Fuller looks over realizing what has happened and he reaches for the physician. She pulls back and quickly gets to her feet~

Smith: That’s a weird form of treatment

Hood: Dude, Fuller is a maniac…I’m sure she just wants to keep him down…kind of like how you have to keep Frankenstein strapped down when you drill into his brain.

Smith: I would think you’d strap anyone down before drilling into their brain

~Kaitlyn walks up to the physician and asks her what she’s doing…the physician responds by kicking Kaitlyn in the knee! Kaitlyn falls to her knees and is then drilled with The Shining Wizard! She falls over onto her side, unconscious as the fans start to get riled up~

Smith: I know that move, Hood!

Hood: Wait a minute…isn’t a certain someone supposed to be in the hospital tonight…

~The physician removes her hat allowing her bright orange hair to come down immediately giving herself away~

Smith: It’s MJ Bell!!

Hood: Oh man, payback is about to be a bitch!!

~MJ Bell grabs Kailtyn’s legs and she quickly applies a Sharpshooter!!! Kaitlyn screams out in pain reaching for Fuller! Fuller reaches out to try and grab her, but he can’t, being cuffed to the ropes. He then turns his attention towards MJ and glares at her…MJ just smiles and then reaches back, cranking the pressure!! Kaitlyn continues to flail about…but it grows less and less violent as she’s beginning to pass out. Meanwhile, Fuller begins to try and rip his hand out of the cuff, but he’s having no luck. Blood starts to trickle from his wrist as the metal tears into his flesh from the pressure~

Smith: This is intense, Hood…I think Fuller would rip his hand off if he could get free.

Hood: He’d probably fucking like it too

Smith: Perhaps…

~Kaitlyn’s body finally goes limp as MJ Bell slowly releases the submission hold. She heads outside and grabs a steel chair. MJ slides back into the ring as Kailtyn is completely knocked out. MJ places the chair down on top of Kaitlyn’s head. She then looks over at Sean Fuller and raises the chair over her head, ready to crush Kaitlyn’s head against the mat…Fuller begins to move furiously, trying to rip his hand out of the cuff~

Smith: No, MJ!! Don’t do it! It’s not worth it!

Hood: Do it! Show that fucker what it’s like…fucking bash her brains out…let him sit back and watch someone get the shit beat out of them for once!

Smith: Don’t listen to my partner, he’s obviously biased!

Hood: Objectively Biased!

Smith: Huh?

~MJ starts to come down with the chair but stops..she then lightly taps the top of the chair on the ring mat before tossing it to the side. She places the keys to the cuffs on top of Kaitlyn before exiting the ring and heading up the ramp, backstage. Scruff grabs the keys and rushes to unlock Fuller~

Smith: She showed restraint! It was a message, Hood…a message that she is BETTER than Sean Fuller…she doesn’t have to stoop to his levels

Hood: Sign of weakness if you ask me…plus, had she finished Kaitlyn off, we wouldn’t have had to worry about her coming out and stealing Belvedere’s gig

Smith: I’m sure Belvedere is okay with getting out of the ring as quickly as possible whenever Fuller is set to wrestle.

Hood: Fucking psycho

~We cut backstage~

Alice: Whoa …HEY! Brianna stop!

~The camera cuts to Alice chasing down the figure of Brianna Casablancas holding the crowbar in her hand. Brianna stops herself and turns around to face Alice …if it were anybody else, she might have not have listened. She turns and Alice give her a brief hug~

Alice Knight: Good! You are alright? I was worried about you. I haven’t talked to you all week. I even tried calling you on that rectangle you speak into sometimes.

~Brianna stops herself and hugs her back tightly …Alice begins to get uncomfortable~

Brianna Casablancas: Thank you for your concern, love. I am sorry I never got back to you or saw you after the show. I was being a bad mate …I at the very least should have helped you get a new ride or place to stay.

Alice Knight: It is okay. I got around. Plus, we both went through some things at the hands of The Family last week. I understand.

~Brianna Casablancas lets go of the hug and Alice seems to be the one who is weirded out this time~

Brianna Casablancas: I heard the good news about you getting your hands on that Roach chap. Put him in his place love.

~Alice looks at her~

Alice Knight: Yeah, you don’t wreck my home without me wrecking um … I will wreck something of his …maybe like an …organ …or something. But I’m not sure if Roach even plays the musical instrument… either way, I’ll get him!

~Alice pauses for a moment before continuing~

Alice Knight: But I hear you plan to confront Ian Bishop in the ring tonight …get your payback. Just remember that I will be out there with you.

~Brianna gives a brief smirk which is a shadow of what it would normally be on a regular show~

Brianna Casablancas: I appreciate the sentiment love …but this needs to be face to face …and at least on my part, one on one.

~Alice looks concerned~

Alice Knight: But you know he isn’t going to be out there alone. He is going to bring Mario, Fuller, that idiot Roach, and whoever else he has recruited into his good time gang. Let me go out there with you. I have a beef with all of them anyways.

Brianna Casablancas: I know and again, I appreciate it …but let me END THIS on my terms. In my own way. But when this is all said and done love, we will fix your transportation issue and living condition and we will get you into that tax bracket that you should be in. But right now, we both have some business to attend to.

~Brianna gives her friend another hug before walking off again with crow bar in hand. Alice looks on~

Alice Knight: NUTS! I was hoping she would give me another twinkie.

~Suddenly, a Twinkie slaps her right in the forehead. She picks it up and shoves it in her mouth~

Alice Knight(Mouth full): Thwanks Bwian-nah

~We cut back to ringside~

Smith: Nice to see those two continuing to get along so well...I really think they are going to be a force moving forward within OCW

Hood: I don’t think so…if all Alice lives off of are Twinkies, well, that’s not very nutritious

Smith: I’m sure Brianna throws a fruit rollup or hot pocket in there from time to time…folks, I’m being told OCW’s fastest rising star…RICHARD is set for a backstage promo before his match with Kenshin

Hood: He is so fuckin money!

~We cut backstage where Richard is standing next to Skytz, ready for a backstage interview~

Skytz: Richard, my man! Congratulations on the big win last week…now, tonight, you face Kenshin Takamura…sure, not in the kind of match you were hoping for…but a big opportunity, never the less.

Richard: Skytz, why can’t you trust an atom?

Skytz: I…I don’t know, Richard

Richard: Because they make up EVERYTHING. Just like my opponents tonight…I’m not sure what they’ve said about me, I wasn’t really paying attention…but all lies, rest assured.

Skytz: Opponents?

Richard: Yo, Skytz…why didn’t the man buy Velcro shoes?

Skytz: Because they are gay and out of date?

Richard: Because they were a ripoff! You know what else is a ripoff? Richard failing to win tonight’s Battle Royal…and I am not in the business of ripping off my fans.

Skytz: Whoa, hold on a minute…

Richard: Skytz…what happens when a bunch of raspberries play instruments?

Skytz: Damnit, man, slow down…there’s something you need to…

Richard: They have a jam session and that’s exactly what me and my fans are going to partake in tonight after I win the Battle Royal and become the number one contender for the Internet Title.

~Richard walks off determined to win whatever match he thinks he’s in tonight, leaving a completely befuddled Skytz behind, holding the mic. We cut back to ringside~

Kenshin Takamura © (6-0) vs. Richard (1-4)

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is a Non-Title Match and it is scheduled for one fall!

~The fans get excited as one of OCW’s top wrestlers is about to be in action…and his name is not Richard. “In Too Deep” by Sum 41 begins to play as Richard emerges from the backstage area. He is wearing weights around his ankles…the fans cheer for the nonsensical OCW performer. He looks into the camera “Internet Title! Ain’t no lie, yo…number one contendership here I come, big Richard is gonna get him some!” Richard goes to hop onto the apron…the weights bring him down and he slaps his face into the apron. Richard quickly shrugs it off and rolls in under the bottom rope~

Belvedere: Introducing first, from New Jersey…standing 5’8 and weighing in at 225 lbs…The Man, The Myth, The Legend…Richard!!!

~Richard does some half assed karate move..at least, that’s what we think it is before his music ends. The lights fade in the arena as the beginning chorus of "Guren no Yumiya" begins. The crowd rises to their feet in anticipation for who they know is entering. Red lights under the entrance ramp kick on casting a red glow from the entrance ramp and entrance stage. As the chorus suddenly picks up in a frantic song, spotlights scan everywhere throughout the arena to the speed of the music until finally the lead singer of Linked Horizon begins singing. Those lights focus in on the entrance stage where Kenshin Takamura emerges from behind the curtains to a huge pop from the crowd. He has the Internet Championship hanging over his left shoulder with the support of both of his hands holding it to his chest. Upon reaching the top of the entrance ramp, Kenshin takes the title with one hand and lays it down in front of him on the stage. For a moment, he looks around at the crowd which is buzzing loudly before dropping to his knees and raises his open hands wide and high as his eyes shut gently. White pyrotechnics fire off behind him, meanwhile the red lights under the entrance stage and ramp, light up his muscular form, showing off how good of shape he's in. After a moment, in an impressive display of agility, he leaps from his knees up to his feet then scoops up the OCW Internet Championship before making his way toward the ring. As he does, he puts the Internet Championship on his waist. Upon finishing with that, he approaches the ring steps and jogs up them then across the apron. For a moment, he looks out at the crowd, who cheer him on before he steps through the ropes and takes his corner while clasping his fingers together then rotating his wrists as the lights return to normal...~

Belvedere: And his opponent, from Tokyo, Japan…standing 6’1 and weighing in at 235 lbs…he is the current OCW Internet Champion…Kenshin Takamura!!!

~Belvedere exits the ring and sounds the bell as this match is officially underway~

Smith: As shocking as this may sound…I believe this is the perfect tune up for Kenshin’s title defense against Scott Syren at Black Out 2.

Hood: Really? Did you just fucking compare Scott Syren to Richard?

Smith: In a way, yes…Kenshin is very serious and prideful…Richard is completely unserious and full of shame. He’s facing his total opposite..much like the task he has in front of him against Syren.

Hood: Did you just fucking insinuate that Syren is ashamed of himself?

Smith: Okay, so maybe I didn’t mean that

Hood: Yea, you better retract that statement…otherwise he’ll teleport you again.

Smith: I was never teleported!

~Kenshin and Richard quickly lock up in the middle of the ring…to everyone’s surprise, Richard is able to maneuver Kenshin into the nearest corner. Scruff rushes in, issuing a break with Kenshin in the ropes. Richard complies…he then bends over and grabs Kenshin’s leg. Richard drapes it over the top rope and tries to push Kenshin over the top. Kenshin looks at Scruff with a confused as Scruff isn’t really sure what to do either~

Smith: What is Richard doing??

Hood: Haha, he thinks this is a Battle Royal, Smith! He’s trying to win by eliminating Kenshin!

Smith: The heck is wrong with that young man!

Hood: My guess would be a lot

~Kenshin takes his leg which is draped over the top rope and he knees Richard in the face with it. Richard staggers back as Kenshin explodes out of the corner and drops Richard with a lariat! Richard slams into the mat hard as Kenshin towers over him, looking to take full control of this match~

Smith: Well, is that pretty much it for Richard?

Hood: Probably so, did you see how his feet never left the ground when Kenshin dropped him? How heavy do you think those weights are?

Smith: I don’t know, but seeing as he thinks this is a Battle Royal the leg weights make sense now

Hood: Ha, man, that is SO Richard

~Kenshin yanks Richard to his feet and is about to deliver another maneuver when the crowd reacts to the entrance ramp. Suddenly, Scoot Time leaps out from behind the curtain and begins galloping down to the ring. The crowd yells out “Scooooooooooot” as he makes his way to the ringside area. Kenshin hurls Richard over the top rope and to the floor where Richard lands roughly and gets ready for Scoot. Scoot leaps onto the apron in one motion and through the ropes easily. He lunges at Kenshin, Kenshin responds with a spinning wheel kick to the Scoot’s face!! Scoot falls to the mat in extraordinary pain as the fans give a mixture of cheers and boos~

Smith: Say what you want about Scoot Time, but he’s definitely got some of these fans on his side.

Hood: How can a fucking guy gallop like that but fail to do anything involving coordination inside the ring?

Smith: Nerves, maybe?

Hood: True, he did have a fucking heart attack at Resurrection

Smith: He ‘dies’ a lot

~Kenshin lifts Scoot to his feet, he kicks him in the gut, hooks him and drops him with a Michinoku Driver!!! Scoot’s body goes limp as Kenshin lifts him back to his feet and hurls him over the top rope and to the floor, ridding the ring of his presence. Scruff stands back, just sort of taking it all in…typical Scruff. Kenshin then looks for Richard who is making his way up the ramp with a defeated look on his face. He bends over and begins to remove the leg weights. Suddenly, disco music begins to play and Clubbin Man comes out from the back~

Smith: What? Another one of Syren’s minions??

Hood: Don’t act like you aren’t a HUGE disco fan, Smith

Smith: There is a time and a place for disco dancing…now is neither

Hood: What if a disco ball dropped from the ceiling?

Smith: Getting warmer

~Clubbin Man, proving to be the saner of the two gentlemen on the ramp, explains to Richard that the Battle Royal was last week…this week is merely a one on one match up. Richard does an exaggerated “Ohhhhhh” while removing the second and last leg weight. Clubbin Man pats Richard on the back and rushes into the ring. Kenshin looks annoyed as Scruff continues to let nature take it course. Kenshin prepares as Clubbin Man gets into the ring and sets up, looking for a spear. Clubbin runs at Kenshin and goes for a spear!! Unfortunately, it’s been awhile since Clubbin Man hit the weights and he just bounces off of Kenshin holding his shoulder in pain…it may very well be dislocated or separated~

Smith: Some good news and some bad news…good news is, Richard is finally aware of what the match stipulations for his current encounter with Kenshin are. Bad news, Clubbin Man’s disco days could be over.

Hood: Fuck yea, hard to strike that disco pose with a semi-functional arm

Smith: Indeed

~Kenshin angrily yanks Clubbin Man to his feet using the injured arm. Clubbin Man yells out in pain…he kicks Clubbin Man in the gut, lifts him up and drops him with a Fisherman Driver!! Clubbin goes limp, much like Scoot. Kenshin picks him up off the mat and hurls him over the top rope…Clubbin lands on top of Scoot. Meanwhile, Richard is on the apron, looking to get back in this when, suddenly, a loud voice yells throughout the arena~

Smith: What is THAT?

Hood: LILJUNGLEMAN!

Smith: Oh, yea, how could I forget

~Liljungleman swings down to the ring on a rope painted green to look like a vine…it hangs from the ceiling. He releases his grip from the rope in mid air and lunges for Kenshin. Sadly, Liljungleman’s aim was never that great and he completely misses Kenshin and lands face first into the top turnbuckle! His head snaps back and he, surprisingly, stays on his feet, staggering backwards. Kenshin twirls him around, picks him up and drops him with another Michinoku Driver!!~

Smith: Swing and a miss

Hood: What is that, two Takamura Drivers?

Smith: Takamura Driver Ones to be exact

Hood: How many of those fuckers does he have?

Smith: More than one, obviously

~Kenshin yanks Liljungleman to his feet and he hurls him over the top rope where lands on top of his friends. Kenshin turns around and is drilled in the face with one of Richard’s leg weights!! Scruff does nothing as he’s in shock, like the rest of us! Kenshin is stunned…Richard lifts Kenshin up and he drops him with a Swinging leg hook fireman’s carry slam!!! Kenshin is laid out as Richard goes for the pin…the arena is in absolute stunned silence as Scruff slowly gets to his knees, surprised as well…he makes the count~

Smith: The Dweckinator! Hood…that is Richard’s finisher!

Hood: Holy fuck man….this thing is over!

Smith: One of the biggest upsets in OCW’s history is about to take place!

~Scruff begins the count~

1!

2!

Kick Out!!!

Smith: He kicked out!! Kenshin kicked out!!

Hood: Well, that’s it for Richard…a weight to the face followed by his finisher and he still couldn’t keep the Internet Champion down.

Smith: Indeed!!

~Richard looks at Scruff in shock as Scruff slowly removes the weight from Richard’s hand and he hurls it out of the ring. Richard gets to his feet and he looks down at Kenshin, trying to figure out what to do next. Kenshin begins to stir…Richard takes a few steps back as an idea finally registers in his brain. Kenshin gets to his feet, his back is to Richard…Kenshin slowly turns around and Richard nails him with the Rick Kick!!! Kenshin falls back down and Richard hurries for a pin, hooking both legs! This time, Scruff quickly slides in for the count~

1!

2!

Shoulder Up!!!

Smith: Soooooo close!!!

Hood: Could you imagine if Kenshin Takamura LOST to Richard before his big match with Scott Syren?

Smith: I would think you’d have to add Richard to that match at Black Out 2

Hood: Damn straight…shit, I’m going to be offended if Richard isn’t on Black Out 2 in some way, shape or form.

~Richard can sense the biggest win in his OCW career is near…he yanks the OCW Internet Champion to his feet and goes for a punch, Kenshin blocks it! Kenshin begins to deliver an array of lower leg kicks which seem to do major damage as Richard’s legs begin to buckle! Kenshin the grabs Richard, hooks and tosses him across the ring with a Northern Lights Suplex!! Richard hits hard as the fans cheer for Kenshin. Kenshin sets up in the middle of the ring wincing a bit…recovering from Richard’s attack~

Smith: And, just like that, Kenshin is back in control

Hood: I wouldn’t go that far, both guys are on the mat…not like Kenshin has Richard in a sleeper hold while slamming a steel chair into his face.

Smith: Only an octopus could perform a move like that!

Hood: Japanese do eat Octopus, don’t they?

Smith: I guess…they are fans of seafood, sure

Hood: There ya go, maybe he’s picked up some of their tricks

Smith: He only has two arms, ya moron!

Hood: That we can see…

Smith: Whatever

~Takamura yanks Richard back to his feet as he looks ready to be done with the aspiring rapper/comedian/wrestler…he kicks Richard in the gut, hooks him for a small package and drops him with a Small Package Driver!! Richard’s body goes completely limp as Kenshin goes for the pin, Scruff slides in and makes the count~

1!

2!

3!!!!

~The bell rings as Kenshin has his hand raised in victory…Belvedere makes the call~

Belvedere: Here is your winner…The OCW Internet Champion…KENSHIN TAKAMURA!!!!!

~As Kenshin cools down from his light in-ring workout, the arena lights go red. An eerie song comprised of tribal drumming with a minor-key bagpipe melody begins to pump through the P.A. System. The crowd roars with anticipation.~

Hood: SYREN!!!

Smith: You don't have to scream every time his music plays. People know who he is.

Hood: Fuck yeah they do!

Smith: Hasn't he made his presence felt enough already? He sent out no fewer than three of his lackeys to make a mockery of Kenshin's match tonight.

Hood: Clubbin' Man, LilJungleMan, and Scoot Time are all free Americans. There's no reason to assume Syren had anything to do with them each independently deciding to interfere in this match. Besides, if we're going to accuse anyone of trying to make a mockery of this match, you can't ignore Richard's involvement on that front...

Smith: That's mean. Richard came out here against a really tough opponent and tried his hardest.

Hood: Did he though? Did he really?

Smith: … probably not.

~Syren enters from the backstage area, holding a microphone. Because his priceless armor was stolen last week by the Fullers, Syren wears a filthy pair of capri-length cutoff jeans and a red-and-white rodeo-style shirt with pearl snap buttons. He walks halfway down the ramp to the ring area, stops, and bows ever so slightly—maybe more of a nod than a bow—in the direction of Kenshin Takamura.~

Scott Syren: First off, Kenji, I'm sorry about my friends messing up your match. Some guy stole a taco from me backstage and I sent them to solve the mystery... apparently somebody framed you, but that's neither here nor there. Though I would like my taco back.

~Syren begins to stare blankly towards the ring. He has forgotten why he came out. After a significant and uncomfortable silence, Syren seems to recall where he is.~

Scott Syren: So anyway, let's not bullshit these worthless hillbilly fans, Kenji. Their lives are already empty and meaningless enough without us lying to them. I know you're a good wrestler. I'm not going to pretend otherwise. But I also know that my muscles and charisma are girthier than yours. I just came out here to let you know that you shouldn't look at what happens at Black Out 2 as a "beating" or as "being totally humiliated". You should look at it like I'm doing you a favor. You see, when I take that stupid, dumb belt away from you, effectively unifying the Internet Title and the One True World Championship, you'll no longer be held back. You'll be free to shoot for something more worthy of your skills, like the Northern Championship or some other slightly-less-fake title. You won't live your life plagued by the giggles that must erput behind your back wherever you walk with that ridiculous belt. And, in a year or two when you're healthy enough to get back in the ring, you'll have ol' Scott Syren to thank for your fresh start. I guess all I'm trying to say, Kenji, is "you're welcome."

~Kenshin steps over Richard's prone body in the ring and walks over to the ropes, reaching over them and receiving a microphone from Belvedere then returning to the center of the ring, focusing on Scott Syren.~

Kenshin Takamura: Syren, tell me something. When was the last time you fought for that World title? Be honest with yourself since you were so courteous as to be honest with me. Do you even have any idea what I had to go through for this Internet Championship? We've both been in this business long enough to know that titles aren't just handed over...

~Kenshin pauses for a minute, re-thinking what he just said.~

Kenshin Takamura: Excuse me. Titles with credibility are not just handed over to someone. Mackenzie and I went through hell and back to decide who would be the new Internet Champion. Not only do you insult me by disparaging this title, but you also insult Noah, and if you think I'm just going to stand by idly while you do that then apparently you've been pumping too many of those steroids into your veins for your brain to think properly.

Scott Syren: Valid points, certainly... aside from your questionable definition of which titles hold any credibility or importance around here. And still I can't help feeling that you're implying something else. And so I have to ask... what exactly is it that you believe has been “handed” to me? What exactly is it about the One True World Title around my waist that you believe lacks credibility? I'll give you the benefit of the doubt, since you were probably just a young boy the last time anybody was stupid enough to challenge my status as OCW World Champion. Most likely you were too busy sewing soccer balls together at some Kent Industries factory to pay any attention to the exploits of great men in the civilized world.

~The fans turn on Syren loudly. He joins them, gleefully booing himself.~

Scott Syren: Oh, boo! Boo! Yeah, okay, that's enough, it's one thing to boo, but throwing half-empty beer cups? You should be ashamed of yourselves—those could be fucking recycled, you jerks! You only get one planet, people! I come out here to say something nice to a respected opponent before a match, and everyone just treats me like some stupid dick! You want to make this about who's had what “handed” to them? That's cool with me. I'll start by handing you your own arrogant, misinformed ass.

~Syren shakes his head sadly. If you're stupid enough, you could almost believe that he really did only come out here to try to say something nice.~

Scott Syren: All of the Johnny Hunters are dead, and we're left with stupid, rude assholes popping boners over half-rate consolation-prize belts.

~The mention of Johnny Hunter's name gets only the smallest of pops, causing Syren's depression to deepen. He turns to walk away from the ring.~

Kenshin Takamura: Syren, if your brain wasn't so flooded with human growth hormones, you would understand I was talking about the Central Championship. I have no doubt that you were the last rightful World Champion, but that doesn't mean that belt around your waist means anything no matter how much you want everyone to believe it does. When was the last time you defended that belt? The only thing you've defended it from is collecting algae at the bottom of a river.

~An "ohhhhhh" rises from the crowd as Kenshin lowers the microphone and just stares at Scott Syren at the top of the entrance ramp when Richard, who is finally back up, snatches the microphone from Kenshin and raises it to his own mouth.~

Richard: Rabid Richtards, hold onto your hope! Kenshin ain't getting me over that top rope!

~Richard makes the mistake of turning around to try to attack Kenshin only to be met with a swift Buzzsaw Kick to the side of the head, instantly dropping him to the mat like a sack of potatoes. The crowd erupts as Kenshin's music plays once more while Takamura's eyes look up from Richard's unconscious body to lock eyes with his challenger at Black Out 2, Scott Syren~

Smith: Tensions are high in this one, Hood…I cannot wait until Sunday!

Hood: Man, it’s like Shawnshank Redemption meets Animal House…one guy is ultra serious and professional and, well, the other guy is Syren

Smith: A huge clash in styles…it will be interesting to see which style prevails.

Hood: Fucking Syren, man

Smith: Perhaps…well, folks, while Richard is tended to…let’s go backstage!

~We cut backstage into Dean’s office…he is wearing a Hawaiian style shirt with a floral bathing suit and flip flops. A pair shades are nestled low on the bridge of his nose as he leans back in his chair, feet propped on the desk. Dean sips on some kind of mixed drink when Gavin Reed suddenly walks in. He takes stock of Dean’s appearance and has a look of anger and frustration on his face~

Gavin Reed: I have been trying to reach you ALL week…why haven’t you returned my calls?

Dean: Sorry, sucka…been busy, you know, running OCW and shit.

Gavin Reed: And what’s with the outfit…you’re the owner, dress like it for fucks sake!

Dean: Relax, Gavin…everything is going to be okay…in fact, everything is okay…everything is great.

~Gavin stops for a moment and senses something is up. He eyes Dean warily~

Gavin Reed: Look, about our deal…the people I represent have seen enough improvement over the last month to warrant an extension. I can have the papers…

~Dean leans forward, placing his drink on the table~

Dean: Look, Gavin, I’ve got a lot on my plate right now. Black Out 2 is this Sunday and there’s a ton of things that need to get done. We can talk about this in another week or so, alright?

Gavin Reed: But, if you don’t re-sign with my investors, then you’re out of business.

Dean: Yea, I don’t know, maybe we would be…maybe we wouldn’t be…the fact is, a lot of things are in play right now and there’s no need to rush into anything. So, run along, hang out with your boy Noah and TGO and whoever else and focus on what you can control.

~Gavin does not like the way this conversation is going as, for the first time since he stepped into OCW, he feels as if he’s losing control of the situation~

Gavin Reed: The deal is very lucrative…more money, more exposure…you’re going to really like it.

~Dean has turned his attention to an outline of the Black Out 2 format…he starts to edit it with a pen, getting ready for OCW’s next big PPV event. Gavin stands there, expecting a response but, instead, gets nothing~

Gavin Reed: Alright, fine, we’ll talk later then

~Gavin exits Dean’s office without Dean giving him a second glance. You see Gavin leaving Deans office, his hand reaches into his pocket to make a phone call, when from the side he gets bum rushed into the wall held up by his throat with Bobbinette's arm staring at him. She is in a pair of jeans and a pink T shirt. Her hair is pulled back into a pony tail her face has no make up on it as she glares at him angrily. The Woman not scheduled to appear or even be there that evening.~

Gavin: Bobbinette....what a pleasant surprise.

Bobbinette: Save the cheese, you better start confessing and hope I feel generous.

~She growls as her nose is inches away from his face. Her cheeks red with anger.~

Bobbinette: You know Damn well you screwed me over. I was backing this and you went behind my back to make sure that your investor got to it before I could...

Gavin: If you would like to release me we can have a nice, civilized discussion about this.

~She slowly lets him down her hands balled into fists at her side ready to punch him if need be.~

Bobbinette: I can be civil... NOW talk...

~Gavin straightens his suit as he lets out a sign and starts to talk to an obviously pissed off Bobbinette Carey~

Gavin: I told you earlier Bobbinette, it was all just business related. It was nothing against you personally. I think you're a wonderful human being with great intentions. My investors on the other hand are rather serious about the OCW and made it VERY clear that if I didn't get the deal done for the South that I wouldn't live to see another day

Bobbinette: You and I both know that there is a business way of handling things and there is a snake way of handling things. Don't you dare stand there and lie to me, You know you have an ulterior motive! It was all about what you could do for yourself and your "Backer"

~She says poking him in the chest.~

Bobbinette: I'm UBERLY epic at holding a grudge, and because you've crossed me... be aware that you're on my list.... I'm watching you and you do one little thing to cross me and I will end you.

~She says starting to walk away, She pauses and looks over her shoulder.~

Bobbinette: and your backer doesn't realize that they made a huge mistake by trusting you, because I will be coming after them to. Don't mess with an ambitious woman and her power....

Gavin: Here's the thing Bobbinette, the investor is a VERY powerful man and I'm going to do you a huge favor now and warn you. If you think that I'm a snake in the grass that has ulterior motives, you haven't seen ANYTHING yet. Worry about The Lost Soul, it's not like you've been on a winning streak as of late...

~Bobbinette turns back around with her hand on her hip as she looks at Gavin. She nods her head rolling her eyes walking down the hall scoffing. We head back to ringside~

Smith: Bobbinette is still jaded about Gavin swooping in and taking control of OCW’s financing

Hood: Gavin gave her great advice, just let it go, babe

Smith: I wouldn’t be calling her ‘babe’, Hood

Hood: Why? Do you not find her attractive?

Smith: No, it’s just she might take offense to it

Hood: Babe babe babe babe

Smith: Switching gears…Dean seems very relaxed this evening

Hood: Yea, is he beginning his vacation early?

Smith: I don’t know, but something is up…Gavin did not seem happy…almost as though the tables are beginning to turn

Hood: Where it’s at! I got two turn tables and a microphone!

~Acid Rain” by Liquid Tension Experiment plays as the crowd in Cuthbert get to their feet and absolutely jeer the entrance of “The Incredible” Ian Bishop who walks out in a nice suit with a smile on his face while having the OCW Central Championship around his waist and holding his custom OCW Paper Championship. He waltzes down to the ring as he takes a fans sign that says “Paper Champion” and points at it and the custom title over his shoulder and smiles for the fan. He throws the sign back as he rolls into the ring and grabs a microphone from Belvedere and shoos him out of the ring~

Ian Bishop: Hello Cuthbert, Georgia!

~Some of the crowd pops for the mention of the hometown but the rest aren’t sure how to react to Ian’s positive beam about the place~

Ian Bishop: Cuthbert, Georgia… the only time you guys got something right was when you executed that maid Lena Baker!

~Food and drinks begin to enter the ring for the now pardoned maid who was wrongfully accused of murder in her self defence. Ian laughs at their anger~

Smith: Evidently a lot of historians in the crowd tonight

Hood: What?! You don’t remember THE Lena Baker?

Smith: Sorry, but I didn’t major in obscure Georgian History

Hood: Is Georgian the proper way to say that?

Smith: Like I said, I wouldn’t really know

Ian Bishop: ANYWAYS… did you guys stream last week’s show? See, I had an experiment last week where I wanted to push a certain someone over their comfort zone… over the edge… take them to a place where they may have not been before maybe ever before or for a long time. I don’t think I need to explain to you all why I did what I did last week… but if I must…

Smith: Wait, so where is he taking her? A place she’s never been? Or a place she hasn’t been in a long time? I’m confused

Hood: Leave OUR champion alone! Speak the truth, brother Ian, speak it!

Smith: Someone is drinking the kool aid

~The Georgia crowd boos Ian for the very personal attack last week. Ian crosses his arms and lets the crowd rip into him and an “Asshole” chant begins. After about ten seconds it dies down and Ian continues~

Ian Bishop: Brianna crossed a very personal line with me and it begins and ends with The Family. I was done with her and she decided to stick her nose in a business that didn’t belong or concern her. So I stepped things up a notch and made sure she knew I didn’t forget about what she did and I made damn sure she knew I was highly offended by her poor choices. What Brianna needs to realize now is that I didn’t come into OCW to have a jolly good ol’ time and have fun in the ring and call it a day…

Smith: I still don’t see how Brianna made this so personal

Hood: Dude, Ian REALLY loves to party

Smith: Evidently

~Ian pauses again for a moment; his anger reaching a boiling point.~

Ian Bishop: I came into this to kick the living shit out of people. I came into this to make sure people would fear me. I came into this business so that when my fellow wrestlers walk down that aisle and see me standing in the ring they know they are about to be schooled in the art of which is wrestling. What happened at Resurrection was just business love… I came into OCW looking to make my mark on who those called superior and I accomplished the job I put forth for myself and got the OCW Central Championship, and when she couldn’t leave good enough alone and attempted to make a mockery out of The Family… out of me, I MADE IT PERSONAL AND THAT MY LOVE IS JUST FUCKING BUSINESS!

~Ian breathes heavily as the crowd boos once more~

Ian Bishop: But… let’s not have this go any longer then it has to… I came out tonight for one reason only… Brianna, I am ready for you to make your terrible move based on revenge and fuck up… so c’mon you unhinged bitch, get your ass out here and let’s get this started!

~Ian drops the microphone and takes his suit jacket off and throws it over the ropes and folds back his sleeves as he waits for Brianna as the crowd builds with excitement over a possible brawl between the two of them. Brianna Casablancas appears out from behind the curtain as “Good old Fashioned Nightmare” blares over the P.A. She has that crowbar in hand with that scowl she has been wearing all evening. Ian is in the ring ready for a fight ...but instead Brianna stops in front of the curtain, drops her crowbar, and suddenly that smile she has been wearing since her first appears. She is handed a microphone by a stage hand and begins to speak~

Brianna Casablancas: You know I find it humorous that you STILL don't get how this works. That you don't understand how my mind works. You are still as daft as you were when all of this began.

~She then becomes solemn while still being a bit cheery~

Brianna Casablancas: What you did last week angered me greatly love. You could even say I lost my smile. You destroyed Idris. Even though that was a re-tread of what you did the month before, it hurt. Then you destroyed paperwork ...which in the end is JUST paperwork. I don't need a piece of paper or a title to tell me who I am. But then you tortured an old family friend and the person who introduced me into the ballet. Somebody I haven't talked to in about seventeen years ...but don't get me wrong the pain was still great. Your actions were STILL out of line. But that isn't why I am angry.

~She steps closer to the arena as the fans in attendance are on her side ...except for a section of hardcore wrestling fans who are chanting "Fuck her up, IAN!”~

Brianna Casablancas: I am angry that you thought for one moment that I would even stoop down to your level; that you KEEP thinking this about violence and something primal for me. I am not you and thank christ, I will NEVER be you.

~The smile was gone from her face for that last moment and the gymnasium went silent as she finished. But a split second later she bounces up with great enthusiasm~

Brianna Casablancas: But still, you do deserve a measure of revenge before Sunday ...when karma is just going to bite you on the bum. And really, when you think of it. A picture is worth a thousand words, isn't it?

~Our attention turns towards the OCW tron (for lack of a better word) next to the curtain. The picture that pops up are the final moments of Resurrection. It clearly is a knocked out Ian Bishop with Brianna tossing the title onto his chest as she forfeited the title~

Brianna Casablancas: After seeing that, do I really NEED to get revenge on you? That picture says it all right there. That picture sums you up perfectly. You are a man that needs pity; that needs charity. You need things handed to you. And no "crossing the line" is going to change that. Nothing you do to me will alter that fact. UNTIL this Sunday, you are going to be the guy who was handed a title because the 130 pound soaking wet ballerina didn't need instant gratification to feel important; her confidence didn't depend on if she had a belt or not; she could be patient with the title and didn't need to hold it immediately. You ARE that guy ...until you prove otherwise.

~She paces a bit as she speaks now as if she was hatching a master plan~

Brianna Casablancas: And that takes me back to my planned revenge ...and you know me ...I like to do things differently. My revenge is, again, what you wanted since I gave you the title you also wanted. My revenge on you is that this match between the two of us at Blackout 2 for that title will be our final match. If you win, I will walk away from that title and let you enjoy yourself like you wanted all along.

~Ian seems pleased with this idea as he nods his head. But she holds up her finger as if to stop him~

Brianna Casablancas: But you know what happens when I beat you two title matches in a row, right? You know that this is your last chance to prove your credibility. And there are no more handouts to you. I gave you one opportunity to rise above who you are and you chose not to. This is it! If you cannot beat me this time, its done, it is over. If you lose, I get to finish this little experiment and see how you act when you got your taste but not the real thing.

~She is now right next to the ring as she speaks to her much more experienced opponent~

Brianna Casablancas: And Ian, I KNOW you. You are going to want to make this a reverse ladder inferno in a triple decker cage under Iron Man rules match. Because you always want to do things over the top. Because you think you deserve those kinds of elaborate matches. Also, those matches might allow you and your little social network to stack the deck in your favor ...but I think the past has shown that that doesn't work out so well for you. And lets face it. The end of that House of Mirrors match wasn't exactly finite now was it? So, as the actual winner of that match, I am vetoing whatever mental match idea you may have ...and trading in spectacle for final; trading in shock value for definite. It will be you, Ian Bishop Vs. Myself, Brianna Casablancas in a regular rules match. One ring, one pinfall, one title, one winner. There will be no question after this. All questions will be answered. A REAL Central champion will be crowned but more importantly, somebody will walk out of this rivalry with a philosophical victory; a moral victory. And that title will be a trinket of that victory, the book will be shut ...which is what you wanted, and well ...Bob's your uncle. As for a good revenge, what I do in the ring will say and do MUCH more than anything you have concocted against me ...because it is the MATCH that matters not what happens before it. It is about the present, NOT the past.

~She then makes her way into the ring and stares at him FACE TO FACE. He is ready for her to pull a punch but instead she just continues to smile at him~

Brianna Casablancas: But since, either way, this is the end of our little rivalry that was pretty much born out of your false sense of entitlement, why don't we end it the way it all began: with a handshake.

~She extends her hand out to her opponent~

Brianna Casablancas: I wish you luck against me this Sunday.

~He takes it and she smiles while still speaking into the mic~

Brianna Casablancas: Now don't let me down pet. Do what you are best at: the predictable thing.

~She waits a few seconds before hoisting her right up for his brainbuster ...the fans boo as he holds her up in the air and brings her down for The Incredible Drop. She hits the mat hard as the gymnasium gives insane amounts of boos to the Central Champion. He grabs his title and heads to the top turnbuckle and holds it up high. The cameras focus on Brianna who is laid out in the middle of the ring now ...but she still has her wide lovely smile on her face~ Hood: What’s the deal…is tonight “Pretend like you’re going to severely cripple your opponent only to shake their hand and have milkshakes after the show” night?

Smith: Well, we all know Brianna has her own method of dealing with Ian

Hood: Ian had better get his shit together and win at Black Out…if he doesn’t, this feud is over and he falls back into the slums of mediocrity

Smith: I wouldn’t be that glum about it…but, yes, if Ian fails to defeat Brianna…it appears as though this feud is over…

~We cut backstage to a shot of President Dean walking down the back stage area of the gymnasium. Running up behind him is Alice Knight. She rushes infront of him stopping him from walking~

Alice Knight- DEAN! DEAN!! I had a super radical idea for Black Out 2.

President Dean- Yeah, what’s that?

Alice Knight- POW! ~puts her hands infront of Deans face and does a deep scratchy movie trailer like voice~ In a world… where, um, worlds collide. Two fierce competitors will meet on a stage like no other. The ruthless, the angry, the ass head scumbag… ROACH ~moves her hands towards Dean as if it was a text coming at the screen~… meets in the ring… the beautiful, the talented, the wonderful… Alice Knight…

President Dean- You forgot poor, homeless, weird, confus-…

Alice Knight~sighing cutting him off~- Okay, whatever!… all of those too… Alice versus Roach… Roach versus Alice… in…a… ready for this?

~President Dean nods~

Alice Knight- Wait for it… waiiiiit for it…

~President Dean looks at his watch~

Alice Knight~motioning her hands towards Dean again~- IN A HARDCORE RULES MATCH at BLACK OUT 2!! ~she claps her hands together~ Do you love it? Do you love it? Tell me you love it?

President Dean- Um, are you sure about this? Roach is kind of known for his hardcore wrestling…

Alice Knight- I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life. Well… I’m pretty sure anyway… After what he did to my transpor-home-ation, he deserves a good beating… what do you say?

President Dean- Well, aside from the fact that we’ll have a potential homicide air nationwide on the internet…I guess I’m down with it, sucka

~The always bubbly Alice Knight hops up on her tip toes displaying excitement over the fact her idea has been approved be Dean. She rubs him on the head before shuffling off. Leo walks up to Dean with some notes in his hand…Dean stops him~

Dean: Leo, go inform Roach his match against Alice has just been changed to…Hardcore Rules

Leo: Oh wow, really? What did Alice do, sleep in your car without you knowing?

Dean: Nah, sucka…she actually requested it…damnit, she’s been spending too much time with Brianna.

Leo: Yea…I’ll go notify Roach

~We head back to ringside~

Smith: She WANTS a Hardcore match against Roach?

Hood: I’m telling ya…chick is certifiable man…

Smith: Alice should probably stay focused on her task tonight…that fatal four way is going to be one heck of a contest

Hood: I’m not even sure she’s aware she has matches…Dean or Leo probably just escort her to the gorilla position and when her music hits, they just push her through the curtain and point at the ring

Smith: I certainly hope there’s more to it than that! Well, folks…let’s take you to taped footage from earlier this week featuring one of OCW’s newest potential signees…

~We cut to a taped shot outside of the local bookstore in Cuthbert Georgia sits a raven-haired woman behind a standard issue wood top metal leg desk with several cans of ravioli and a can opener despite each one having a pull-tab~

Ana Archia: “Pull tabs are for suckers.”

~She says rolling her eyes up and to the side. She knocks a can on the table in front of her and then gnaws at the top rather than using the can opener~

Ana Archia: “Can openers are for suckers.”

~She throws the can and catches some guy in the noggin~

Ana Archia: “Hey! That’s mine! Give it back darn it!”

~The man walks over and sets the can of raviolis down on Ana’s table~

Ana Archia: “Who ye be and why ye be stealin’ my raviolis?”

Man: “Who am I sucka? How about who are you sucka? I am president of OCW.”

Ana Archia: (confused) “What’s that?”

President Dean: “A wrestling company.”

Ana Archia: “HEY!”

~She throws up her hand and as it comes down she points to Dean, but then goes silent~

President Dean: “Hey what?”

~She shrugs her shoulders~

Ana Archia: “I dunno, I forgot.”

President Dean: “Have you heard of OCW?”

Ana Archia: “NOPE! Not a word! What do you do? What do you sell? How old are you? What color is your hair? Why do you tie your braidy things back in a ponytail? Why…”

President Dean: “Are you on medication? Do I need to phone your doctor, sucka?”

Ana Archia: “Nope! I am not on any of them fancy medications. I am a wandering raviolis hunter.”

President Dean: “I am going, sucka.”

Ana Archia: “Aw poopy! Why?!”

President Dean: “You annoy me.”

Ana Archia: “Well you did steal my raviolis.”

President Dean: “I DID NOT! You threw it at my head.”

Ana Archia: “A likely story, poopy.”

President Dean: “Do you not… you know what sucka never mind I will find another bookstore.”

Ana Archia: “HEY!”

~She jumps up from her seat and Dean sighs~

President Dean: “What, sucka?”

Ana Archia: “I remembered I know how to wrestle!”

President Dean: “Oh what a coincidence sucka… I remembered something too.”

Ana Archia: “What color the sky is? Why people say unicorns aren’t real?”

President Dean: “No, I remembered I deal with enough lunatics.”

Ana Archia: “But I bet you never dealt with a ravioli hunter such as myself. Have’ya!”

President Dean: “Well no, sucka, but I don’t want to either just based off today.”

Ana Archia: “Aw you’re not fun! Your loss though, I am an expert at hunting’em and you will never go without raviolis again.”

President Dean: “Well sucka write down your information and I will consider hiring you.”

President Dean: “Cute…”

~Ana’s eyes widen~

Ana Archia: “STRANGER DANGER! STRANGER DANGER! STRANGER DANGER!”

~Dean jumps when Ana starts screaming then heads on his way. Ana shrugs her shoulders and goes back to sitting around many cans of Ravioli~

Ana Archia: “That dude was weird.”

~She grabs another can and attempts to open it the same ways except the two that would actually open it. Our feed ends and we cut back to the announce team~

Hood: The fuck was that?

Smith: Apparently OCW’s newest member, Ana Archia

Hood: Yea, I know that..but why was Dean in a fucking book store?

Smith: Good question

Hood: Is that what we’ve been reduced to? Scouting out potential wrestlers in bookstores, homeless shelters...

Smith: Evidently so…well, Hood…it’s time for that incredible fatal four way I know you’ve been waiting all night for!

Hood: Wahoo

Alice Knight (3-0) vs. Angell Laree (3-2) vs. Mia Stone (1-0) vs. The Harlequin (0-0)

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…the following match is an Elimination style fatal four way!!

~The fans rise, excited for this match as “Hero” by Jessie J begins to play. Harlequin skips out with a large grin on her face. Halfway down to the ring she does a back bend, when she straightens back up she pulls out her pistol. Aiming it upwards at the ceiling before firing off the fake pistol in her holder. A small red flag with pop out with the word “BANG” on it. She'll skin the cat into the ring then bounce around the ring with her arms in the air. Harlequin will blow random kisses to the crowd~

Belvedere: Introducing first, from Manhattan, New York…standing 5’6 and weighing in at 119lbs…The Harlequin!!!

~Harlequin’s music dies out and “Royals” by Lorde begins to play…the fans turn and show appreciation for the impressive newcomer, Mia Stone as she makes her way to the ring~

Belvedere: Introducing next, from London, England…standing 5’7 and weighing in at 146 lbs…Mia Stone!!!

~Stone’s music comes to an end and “Livin’ After Midnight” by Disturbed begins to play…the fans give a nice ovation when they see wrestling veteran Angelle Laree hustle down to the ring for the fatal four way~

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

~Laree’s music ceases to exist for the time being. ”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. She enters into the ring and kind of skips around for no apparent reason. She rushes the ropes and heads to the middle turnbuckle and waves to the fans as her music fades out.~

Belvedere: And, introducing the fourth and final competitor…from Bethel, New York…standing 5’9 and weighing in at 125 lbs…she was named Most Charismatic for the Month of February….Alice Knight!!!

~With all four ladies in the ring, Belvedere nods to them, I guess that’s chivalrous or whatever. He then exits the ring and sounds the bell…signaling the match is now underway~

Smith: Personally, this is the match I’ve been looking forward to all week.

Hood: You say that about every match

Smith: Okay, well this one should be fun…I mean, look at all the dynamics involved!

Hood: All I see are four women…one looks like a clown.

Smith: I see four finely tuned athletes at the top of their game looking to ascend the OCW ladder!

Hood: Yea, we must be looking at something different

~All four women look at one another, each waiting for someone else to make the first move. The rookie, Harlequin gets things started as she goes right after Angelle Laree! Harlequin rushes Laree and jumps in the air, taking her to the mat with a Lou Thesz press!! Harlequin delivers several devastating punches to the face of Laree as Laree has trouble covering up. Mia Stone enters into the picture…she grabs Harlequin by her green hair and yanks her to her feet…she hooks her and drops her with a reverse neck breaker!! Harlequin grabs her neck in pain and quickly rolls out of the ring. Before Mia can display any sort of satisfaction from her move, she receives a swift kick into the gut by Alice Knight. Knight then drops Mia with an Implant DDT! Knight lifts Mia’s body back up and hurls her over the top rope leaving only Alice and Laree in the ring~

Smith: Harlequin got us started…typical rookie, ready to jump right in and make a name for herself.

Hood: Yea, but short sighted and totally rash…I mean, look at her now. And what is with the green hair?

Smith: I don’t know, I guess that’s just her look. Despite all of that, Alice Knight, the opportunistic hobo, has taken full advantage of this match.

Hood: I swear, if Dean really wants OCW to return to its glory, he’s got to stop pushing fucking bums…it’s ridiculous.

~Knight picks Laree up and slams her onto the mat…she then drops a leg across Larees chest and neck. The fans begin to cheer and get behind the world’s most famous homeless female wrestler as she walks over to the nearest corner and hoists herself up onto the second turnbuckle. Meanwhile, Harlequin hops onto the apron without Alice noticing. Alice stands up, ready to jump on top of Laree when as Harlequin hops onto the top rope from the apron. Alice leaps off as does Harlequin! Harlequin greets Alice in mid air with a spinning wheel kick!!! Alice falls back and lands on the back of her head and neck as the fans groan. Harlequin quickly lifts Alice up and hurls her over the top rope…Alice lands hard as the fans boo seeing one of their favorites being treated like that~

Smith: More of that rookie enthusiasm…but it may have paid off in that instance.

Hood: May have? She just fucked hobo jane up.

Smith: Her name is Alice Knight and she is one of the top up and coming wrestlers in OCW.

Hood: Whatever…I’d rather have clown face than the bum…maybe even that person lying in front of us right now.

Smith: Mia Stone.

Hood: Yea, her

~Harlequin bends over to pick Laree up…Laree tries to fight back, but Harlequin simply knees her in the face to squash any offense. Harlequin hooks Laree’s head under her arm, lifts her free arm up and makes a gun signal with it before dropping her with a Mickie DDT! Laree’s body goes limp as Harlequin makes the pin and Scruff slides in for the count~

1!

2!

3!!!!

~Scruff rolls Laree out of the ring as she’s been eliminated~

Smith: And just like that the veteran from France has been eliminated.

Hood: Has she ever won anything?

Smith: She’s tossed a few people out of battle royals I think

Hood: Does Dean keep her around simply for her hot lesbian action?

Smith: Is she a lesbian?

Hood: I think so, but, fuck man…it’s been so long since she talked or showed a personality that one can never be sure.

~Harlequin doesn’t have long to celebrate her pinfall as Mia Stone moves to re-enter into the ring. She climbs onto the apron and is about to step through the ropes when Harlequin kicks her in the head! Stone is stunned on the apron…Harlequin then gives her a side kick into the gut and Stone flies off the apron, slamming into the side of the announce table!! She hits hard and quickly grabs her ribs in pain~

Smith: That had to hurt…I mean, we felt the force!!

Hood: We need like electric fencing around this announce table…off limits to you inconsiderate bitches!

Smith: Calm down, Hood…it’s part of the job.

Hood: I’m sorry, but nowhere in my job description does it state dealing with green haired clown faced chicks kicking quasi female MMA fighters at me.

Smith: Well of course it wouldn’t be that specific!

Hood: Ah crap, and here comes the Homeless one

~Knight enters into the scene and moves to take advantage of the injured Stone. She yanks Mia to her feet and drills her with a few vicious forearm uppercuts. Harlequin, meanwhile, has stepped through the ropes and is now on the apron…she leaps off with a suicide dive and lands on both Knight and Stone!! They all fall right in front of the announce table as the fans stand and cheer the crazy move~

Smith: Wow! Harlequin is showing me something tonight…she isn’t afraid to put her body on the line to earn the victory!

Hood: Will somebody get these crazy bitches away from my table!

Smith: Relax, Hood, the fall was at least three inches from impacting our table.

Hood: I’m sorry, but the length of your fully erect dick is not nearly enough comfort space for me.

Smith: RUDE!

~Harlequin yanks Knight to her feet and whips her into the apron! Knight hits hard and grabs her lower back in pain. Harlequin then dives at Knight like a torpedo, spearing Knight into the ring apron again!! Knight falls to her knees…Harlequin gets to her feet and she kicks Knight in the face, knocking her to the ground. Harlequin turns to get Stone…Stone, though, is on her feet and she punches Harlequin in the face! A very stiff punch…it causes Harlequin to wobble back and forth before Stone drops her to the hardwood floor with a clothesline~

Smith: Harlequin was on a roll…until she ran into the stout Mia Stone.

Hood: Stout? What does that mean, exactly?

Smith: She’s, you know, muscular

Hood: You mean thick?

Smith: Hey, I didn’t say thick!

~Stone yanks Harlequin back to her feet and hurls her into the ring, under the bottom rope. Harlequin rolls halfway into the ring before slowly returning to her feet. Stone enters into the ring and Harlequin quickly rushes her with kicks and punches…Stone staggers back into the nearest corner. Harlequin takes a few steps back before rushing in and hopping onto the second rope, like she’s going to try and punch Stone in the head…Stone, though, grabs Harlequin by the throat and lifts her in the air…she steps out of the corner and drops Harlequin in the middle of the ring with a sitout powerbomb!!! Stone holds onto Harlequin’s legs for the pin as Scruff slides in to make the count~

1!

2!

Kick Out!!

Smith: Nice kick out by the rookie…that was a high impact move from…

Hood: The thick girl, right?

Smith: Mia Stone!

Hood: We all know what you’re thinking, Smith

~Stone holds onto Harlequin’s legs and gets to her feet, Harlequin tries to fight her off, but Stone stomps her in the abdomen. Stone then locks in a perfectly applied figure four!! She lays back and applies a ton of pressure on Harlequin’s legs! Harlequins squirms around the ring in extreme pain…she reaches around, looking for a rope to clutch in an effort to free her legs. Scruff slides in, asking if she’s ready to give it up…Harlequin shakes her head ‘no’ and continues to fight through it~

Smith: Mia Stone has the ability to really apply some serious pressure with that figure four!

Hood: Cause of those thick legs, right Smith?

Smith: Will you stop!!!

Hood: Stop what? You started it!

~Alice gets to her feet on the outside and she looks into the ring, she sees Harlequin’s predicament and she quickly slides into the ring and heads over to the situation~

Smith: This is interesting…I guess she’s going to go after Mia

Hood: That would be stupid, let Mia submit the clown and then take her out

Smith: Indeed

~Alice begins to stomp away on Harlequin as she’s tied up in the figure four! The fans cheer as Alice goes to the mat and begins to assault Harlequin with lefts and rights…she then goes after Harlequins legs, punching her knees. Harlequin is in an extreme amount of pain as she looks over at Scruff. When she does, she sees her squirming as inched her within arm’s reach of the ropes…she quickly lunges and grabs the bottom rope! Scruff orders the release while Alice continues to punch Harlequin’s legs. Stone release the hold~

Smith: A vicious side of Alice Knight right there!

Hood: That’s some Homeless Aggression, man

Smith: And Harlequin did reach the ropes…that was a tough spot she was in.

Hood: Yea, well, don’t wear green hair in public and maybe you won’t get singled out.

~Stone goes right after Knight, yanking her to her feet by the hair…Knight shoves Stone off of her and throws a forearm uppercut into Stone’s jaw line. Stone staggers against the ropes. Knight charges in, but before she can get going, Harlequin grabs her hair and yanks her down to the mat!! Alice hits hard as the fans boo…Harlequin then rushes into the ropes, jumps onto the second rope and leaps off with a Lionsault onto Alice!! Harlequin goes for a quick pin, Scruff counts~

1!

2!

Kick Out!!

Smith: Close one there as Harlequin nearly scored a massive upset.

Hood: So, pinning Alice Knight is now a massive upset?

Smith: Yes

Hood: Fuck this world we live in

~Harlequin pulls Alice to her feet and whips her into the corner. Stone continues to stand by the ropes, watching all of this go down. Harlequin walks past Mia and shoves her face in arrogant fashion. Judging by Stone’s face, she did not appreciate the gesture. Harlequin whips Alice across the ring, Alice slams into the opposite corner. Harlequin goes charging after her, but is caught with a kick to the face from Stone!! Harlequin falls back in pain. Stone then charges at Alice, who has staggered out of the corner and drills her with a spear!! Knight rolls out of the ring and falls harshly to the hardwood floor~

Smith: Nice rally here by Mia Stone!

Hood: Harlequin woke the dragon, you never wake the dragon.

Smith: Yea?

Hood: Yep, it’s best to let sleeping dogs lie

Smith: Is it now?

Hood: Yes, don’t poke the…

Smith: We get the point!

~Harlequin is back to her feet as Stone turns around to go after her. Harlequin runs at Stone, Stone throws a punch, Harlequin ducks and hops over the top rope, landing on the apron. Stone turns around and Harlequin jumps up and leaps off the top rope!! She launches at Stone and goes for a 720 DDT, Stone, though, holds her in the air and flips her over her back and to the mat with a Back Body Drop!!! Harlequin lands hard and arches her back in pain~

Smith: Wow, that Harlequin is resilient!

Hood: Yea, we’ll see if she bounces back from this.

Smith: Something tells me that she might.

Hood: Way to be definitive, buddy

~Stone walks over and goes to drop an elbow on Harlequin…Harlequin rolls out of the way and Stone’s elbow crashes into the mat! Harlequin pops back to her feet as Stone gets on all fours, Harlequin rushes in to kick Stone in the head…Stone, though, moves and then rolls Harlequin up really fast…Scruff slides in for the count~

1!

2!

Kick Out!!

Smith: Clooooose one there!

Hood: Clown face went for the knock out on thickness.

Smith: Names, Hood…NAMES

~Both women quickly reach their feet as Mia goes for a roundhouse kick, Harlequin ducks…Mia turns around and Harlequin drops her with a shortarm clothesline! Harlequin rushes to the nearest corner, she climbs to the top and Mia makes it back to her feet. Harlequin jumps off but is met with a boot to the gut!! Mia hooks Harlequin, lifts her up and drops her with a Elevated Double Chickenwing Facebuster!!! She quickly pins Harlequin as Scruff makes the count~

1!

2!

3!!!

~Harlequin is ushered out of the ring having been eliminated. We are then shown Alice Knight who is sitting up against the ring steps, eating nachos a generous fan must have donated. She looks to her left and sees Harlequin being helped to the back. Alice hides her nachos under the ring and quickly climbs inside with Mia waiting~

Smith: It appears that Alice Knight was carbing up before stepping back into the ring.

Hood: Man, those nachos looked awesome!

Smith: And, sadly, The Harlequin’s night in this match has come to a close.

Hood: She did alright though, for someone with green hair

Smith: You’d think on St. Patrick’s Day the green hair would’ve brought her luck.

Hood: True, but I didn’t see anyone pinch her…so, from that aspect, it worked

Smith: In any event, great showing by Harlequin…just needs to harness some of that energy in the proper direction and she may have won this match.

Hood: Okay

~Alice and Mia instantly lock up as the fans seem excited to watch these two battle it out. Mia knees Alice in the gut, gaining the advantage, she hooks Alice for a gut wrench suplex, Alice flips around, landing on her feet…she goes to the mat and tries to roll Mia up, Mia, though tries to stomp Alice in the face, Alice dodges Mia’s foot and clips Mia in the back of the knee!! Mia falls to the mat holding her knee in pain. Alice grabs Mia’s leg and starts to kick at the now tender knee. Mia squirms and wiggles her way to the ropes, grabbing onto the bottom rope. Scruff orders Alice to let her go. Mia then rolls out to the floor and begins to walk on her knee, testing out while Alice remains in the ring~

Smith: Alice Knight seems focused. I guess the processed cheese helped.

Hood: That’s some fucking awesome cheese, man…it almost beats Cheese Wiz..or Whiz…or, well, you know, the shit in the can.

Smith: I wouldn’t feed that stuff to my dog!

Hood: What? You’d toss that stuff away when there are two starving hobos in OCW?

Smith: I’d buy them a nutritious salad

Hood: Bums don’t want salads…they want nachos and beer and drugs and drugs

Smith: In that order, I suppose

Hood: Eh, maybe reverse order

~Alice watches Stone walk around on the outside…she then rushes at the ropes and does a baseball slide, but Mia dodges Alice’s kick and yanks her out of the ring. Mia drills Alice with a clothesline, Alice falls to the hardwood floor. Scruff slides outside of the ring as Mia picks Alice up and drags her towards the ring steps. Scruff orders her not to do it…until, his nose picks up a whiff of Alice’s nachos. He bends over, pulls them out from under the ring and begins to eat them. Mia takes advantage and slams Alice face first into the ring steps!! Alice staggers back holding her face in pain. Mia then grabs Alice and hurls her into the bleachers! Alice lands hard as fans scatter when her body rolls up a few rows~

Smith: Mia Stone is showing a mean streak right here!

Hood: And Scruff is digging in on some badass nachos…wish he’d bring that over here.

Smith: How did he find them?

Hood: Dude, homeless people have a nose for that kind of shit…it’s how they survive.

Smith: What a life

~Mia climbs the two rows into the bleachers as Alice staggers to her feet. Mia kicks Alice in the gut and goes to suplex her off the bleachers onto the hardwood, Alice, though, reverses it and drills Mia’s head into the hardwood with a Tornado DDT!! The crowd goes wild at Alice’s reversal as Alice kicks the nachos out of Scruff’s hand and points at Mia and then the ring. Scruff nods and slides back in as Alice yanks Mia up and rolls her inside the ring under the bottom rope~

Smith: What a move by Alice Knight, this one is likely over!

Hood: She fucked Mia Stone up and then gave Scruff strict orders…I guess Scruff listens to Alice

Smith: Well, he doesn’t want to be evicted when his new home is finished.

Hood: I don’t like thinking that Scruff has a home…he needs to remain forever homeless

Smith: Yea, well it’s only a car, so I wouldn’t get too broken up about it.

~Alice rushes to the nearest corner and quickly climbs to the top as Mia is motionless in the middle of the ring, lying on her back. Alice leaps off the top rope and drills Mia with a flying heabutt!!! Alice goes for the pin as Scruff slides in for the count, the strong Alice contingent in the crowd counts along~

1!

2!

Kick Out!!!

Smith: Mia Stone kicked out!!

Hood: Holy hamburgers…that was fucking close!

Smith: So much for bum love

Hood: Huh?

Smith: You know, the favoritism shown by Scruff to Alice

Hood: Oh, thought you were talking about something else

~Alice gets to her feet and she yanks Mia up…Alice whips Mia into the nearest corner, Mia hits hard. Alice rushes in, Mia lifts her legs up and kicks Alice right in the face!!! Alice staggers back as Mia yanks herself up to the second rope and leaps off, drilling Alice with a dropkick!!! Alice falls back on the mat as Mia gets to all fours and works on regaining some of her stamina~

Smith: Nice counter by Mia Stone…she’s got a chance here to pull off the big win!

Hood: Yea, that’s IF Scruff can stay honest…big fucking If, man

Smith: I don’t see where this dishonesty comes from…all the guy did was eat some stray nachos

Hood: Alice fed the stray…but, wait, Alice is a stray…what happens when a Stray feeds a Stray..holy shit, my head is cramping up

~Both women get to their feet simultaneously…Alice goes for a kick, Mia catches her leg and flips her back…Alice lands on her feet and she charges at Mia, leaping through the air, going for a Lou Thesz Press…Mia catches Alice and drops her with a Spinebuster!!! Mia pops to her feet and looks down at Alice Knight, the fans can sense this match is nearly over~

Smith: Alice Knight is in trouble…Mia Stone has her completely under control

Hood: Pretty good flip by the bum…if she did that on the streets, she may earn some loose change

Smith: You think she could earn more as a street performer than a wrestler in OCW?

Hood: Fuck, she couldn’t do any worse

~Mia yanks Alice to her feet and twirls her around, she hooks her arms, going for Precipice…she goes to life Alice up, Alice blocks it…Mia goes again and gets Alice up, but Alice breaks free and turns around in mid air, she grabs the back of Mia’s head and drops her, face first into the mat with an X-Factor!!! Alice rolls backwards, over her head and to her feet. She goes right back after Mia, wasting no time~

Smith: What a counter by Alice Knight!

Hood: Oh please, don’t tell me

Smith: Mia is in serious trouble

Hood: You just said that about Alice!

Smith: Hey, things change…this is an extremely fluid situation

~Alice pulls Mia to her feet and goes to double underhook her arms…Mia tries to fight out of it, Alice maintains a good grip…Mia’s fighting weakens the grip. Alice responds by lifting Mia’s top half up and then dropping Mia face first into her knee!! Mia tries to jerk back, but Alice still has her arms hooked…Alice then is able to get Mia’s arms hooked fully and she lifts her up and drops her with a Rolling Double Underhook Suplex!! The crowd goes wild as Alice makes the pin and Scruff slides in for the count~

1!

2!

3!!!!!

~The bell rings and Belvedere makes the announcement~

Belvedere: Here is your winner…ALICE KNIGHT!!!!!

Smith: Believe it or not, Hood…that is Alice Knight’s first ever singles win in OCW!

Hood: I don’t want to believe it

Smith: I know, seems like she should have more, right?

Hood: No, it’s just too depressing to fathom that this girl could have won that match

Smith: Welcome to OCW, where bums happen!

~We cut to the parking lot where Scott Syren is seen walking to his car with Scoot Time walking beside him, occasionally walking on his fists like a gorilla. The two men are suddenly taken offguard as a black SUV comes barreling towards them, as the vehicle gets closer a license plate that reads “BEST” can be made out. Scott Syren just stands there, a picture of calmness and pure statuesque majesty. He smiles at the oncoming SUV and steps backwards, pushing the unsuspecting Scoot Time in front of him as the vehicle takes Scoot out, sending him flying over the top of the vehicle and landing on the concrete pavement a motionless heap. The SUV continues on as Scott looks at the car, shrugs and then looks down at Scoot Time, shrugging again. Scott continues to his vehicle as the camera cuts back to the announce table.~

Smith: They just killed Scoot Time!!!

Hood: Yeah, that hasn’t been done before…amateurs…

Smith: What a pointless and seemingly unnecessary action

Hood: I think it’s showing that Syren is done with his minions and moving onto bigger and better things

Smith: Like the internet title?

Hood: Maybe like that gigantic stable who’s trying to copy the Family?

Smith: Why would Syren join a group of seven…he would risk blending in the with crowd…he’s never been one to just blend in

Hood: Who knows, Smith…maybe he’s off the drugs

~The lights in gym shut off once again as the OCWtron flickers on showing the same scene that we saw earlier, a lone spotlight shining in the middle of a dark room. We’re back to where we left earlier though, with two sets of footsteps being heard and the light being taken up, now completely. The scene on the OCWtron quickly changes as we see Roach walking down one of the many hallways at Andrew College, a smug look on his face. A door quickly opens as Slater Kain passes it as Mia Stone strikes Slater in the back of the head with a steel pipe sending Slater crashing down to the ground. Mia Stone apparently isn’t finished as she picks up the dazed Slater and throws him face first into the brick wall of the hallway. She follows up by banging his head against the wall multiple times. A set of footsteps can be heard coming up from behind the two competitors as Mia turns her attention that way.~

Voice: Finish him…show him who’s BEST.

~Following the instructions of the voice behind the camera Mia locks in a double underhook chicken wing and elevates Slater, she then drives him face first into the concrete ground with the Precipice as the camera turns towards the mysterious voice, showing a set of black polished dress shoes. It slowly pans up as it finally focuses on a smiling TGO. He makes his way towards the fallen Slater and bends down. He rolls Slater over and holds him by his chin, leaning down into the face of the fallen Slater.~

TGO: Make sure you tell your boss that we don’t play backup to anyone around here. Let’s go Mia, we’re done for the night.

~The lights come back on as we turn our attention back to the announce team~

Smith: Mia Stone just laid out Roach’s manager, Slater!

Hood: Taking out some frustrations over her narrow defeat at the hands of Alice Knight earlier this evening

Smith: Or…OR…she could be working with TGO

Hood: That appears to be the more likely scenario

Smith: Well, folks…let’s go backstage where Danny B and Amber are gearing up for their big match…which is mere moments away

~We cut backstage where Skytz stands with a microphone in hand, school lockers behind him creating a backdrop~

Skytz: Please welcome at this time, one of the teams competing in our main event tonight, “The Ripper” Danny B and “The Distorted Angel” Amber Ryan.

~Flowing locks of Blonde and Red come into view as Ripper and Angel step into the interview 'area', a confident smile on the face of Ripper, contrasting Angel’s stoic look~

Skytz: So Angel, how do you feel about having to team with this man again?

~Amber looks up, and suddenly a cute smile creeps across her face~

Amber: How do I feel? Like I’m crap if I’m honest. I hate this son of a bitch, but no one can deny, no matter how he did it, this fucker pinned The Great One last week, so yeah, he may be a prick, but he’s a semi-talented prick.

~Danny smiles directly at her, ignoring Skytz completely~

Danny: Thanks hun, I love it when you talk dirty to me. You’re right there though, I’m awesome really, and compared to these dweebs tonight, I am a god.

~Amber snarls at him~

Danny: But what makes this match that much sweeter, is that behind the number one guy in the world, stands the number 2 girl.

Amber: Number 2, seriously?

Danny: That is what I said, honestly, pissing Texans never listen. Look Skytz simple fact is, for whatever reason this works, it worked last week and it will work again this week.

Skytz: On that note, if you win this week, you will have to face each other in six nights at Blackout 2 with the southern championship on the line, in a hazardous ladder match no less. How will having teamed these last few weeks effect that match if you are to win?

Amber: You think that it makes a difference, I shouldn’t have to worry really, I mean we all know he can’t beat me.

Danny: Well, we all know you can’t win the big one, something has to give, one of those streaks has to come to an end doesn’t it?

Amber: Actually you’re right, as if we needed another reason to take this match tonight and destroy it, that way; I get to destroy you too.

Danny: Keep dreaming Amber, but to your point Skytz, the match type doesn’t matter, in the last year we have competed in two of the most hellish matches known to man, a six pack TLC, and a Tomb of Terror match, a match which makes Hell in a Cell look tame. And prior to that mate, I put two friends of hers six feet under through a six inch pane of glass.

Skytz: Sounds, enjoyable.

Danny: And that is still nothing, you see this patch here?

~Danny turns slightly to show a lightened patch of skin above his left kidney~

Danny: Third degree burns, because I speared an opponent into c4, knowing full well it was there, why? Because I bloody put it there. See some guys, like Amber here, say they are good in hardcore matches. And they are, don’t get me wrong, this bitch can swing a chair like a fucking giant when she wants to. The difference is with me, that I can get up the next day, without moaning or gloating and do it all again.

Skytz: You sound like you’re gloating right now.

Danny: I didn’t have a match yesterday fuck nuts.

Amber: Oh leave him alone, the AIDS must be addling his brain by now.

Danny: True, look let me wrap this up. Tonight, Amber and I go out there, tear up this arena and walk into Blackout next week, at which point, we will tear each other up to try and prove once and for all who is the better.

Amber: And as I always said, he’s mine to kill.

~With that, the two walk off, Skytz centers on the camera~

Skytz: Well there you have it, Amber and Ripper look…who the fuck are you?

~A shadow creeps over Skytz, a woman gently laughs as the camera goes black. We cut back to the announce table~

Smith: What was that??

Hood: A detailed interview by Skytz with one half of tonight’s main event!

Smith: No, the shadow and high pitched laugh!

Hood: Bifford with a hernia?

Smith: Whatever…quick, before our main event, let’s head backstage once more with…well, the bookstore recruit, Ana Archia!

~Angelle Laree is seen at catering making a mountain of food on one single paper plate, obviously binge eating to cope with her horrible performance earlier. Suddenly pounds and pounds of raviolis fall from above and drench the poor woman, who looks for a spork to taste it, but Ana Archia jumps on her back and applies a sleeper hold to wear her down so she is face deep in pounds of ravioli sludge. Ana jumps up and plops down on an empty spot of the catering table where she begins to eat off Angelle Laree’s plate~

Ana Archia: "Cross the women's champ in the morning and you'll wind up sleeping with her raviolis in the evening!"

~Ana jumps up and skips away with Angelle Laree's plate of food that somehow did not splatter or get ruined and yes have a nice layer of red sauce over the top of it, but other than that it landed nicely on the table. Leo the high school intern catches up with Ana, who is eating happily off Angelle’s plate~

Leo: "Um excuse me, miss... may I..."

Ana Archia: "Have raviolis? As long as they aren't mine, but all the raviolis belong to me. So you are out of luck."

Leo: "No, not that. I was just wondering who you are and why you assaulted Angelle Laree."

Ana Archia: "She stole my raviolis so now she sleeps with them and I eat her plate."

Leo: "You can't dump raviolis on someone and then claim they..."

Ana Archia: "I don't like you. You should respect your women's champion."

Leo: "Wait... my what? There isn't even a..."

~Ana turns her back to Leo and smashes the remainder of the food on the wall and with her finger writes "Women's Champion". She turns around and points to the plate~

Ana Archia: "I will have a better belt later, but see!"

Leo: "Uh huh... I'm going now."

Leo turns and walks away leaving Ana Archia to skip to wherever she was going…we cut back to ringside~

Hood: Damnit, Dean signed that crazy bitch

Smith: Apparently so

Hood: I mean…maybe this is some kind of new age act…but I just don’t get it, Smith

Smith: Time will tell, Hood…time will tell…well, folks, it’s time for our Main Event…the winning team will go on to face each other in the Main Event at Black Out 2 for the OCW Southern Championship

Main Event: Lethal Lottery Semi-Final Tag Match
Mario Maurako (4-0) & Pryde (2-0) vs. “The Ripper” Danny B (3-1) & Amber “Distorted Angel” Ryan (2-1)

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…it is now time for our Main Event of the evening!! The winning team of this match will go on to face each other for the OCW Southern Title at Black Out 2!

~A slight dim in the lights cues the methodical opening tune to "Extreme" by Valora, the crowd holds their cheers in anticipation. As the first of the vocals rings out, the curtain parts to reveal a female figure, flashing lights catsing a pale glow across her face. Smirk seemingly permanently plastered across her face, Amber slowly makes her way towards the ring, in no obvious rush as the song picks up towards the chorus. Fans outstretch their arms, fingers reaching for recognition but only some recieve that brief touch of a hand or arm as she passes by- her steely casting almost no focus on the ring as she laps the outside of the ring. Eventually, she chooses a side to enter from, sliding beneath the bottom rope before choosing a turnbuckle upon which to sit and wait almost sarcastically until proceedings get underway. ~

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

~The operatic metal tones of "Valentine" by Xandria fills the arena as Danny B appears behind the fans. He makes his way to the ring through the people, leaps the barricade and slides into the ring. He jumps up onto the turnbuckle, throws his t=shirt into the crowd and performs his signature pose as the music dies down. ~

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

~”Dangerous” by Within Temptation starts up when Danny B’s music ends…the fans give another nice ovation for one of the more popular rising stars in OCW, Pryde. He heads down to the ring with, what we assume is a focused look on his face…really hard to tell, though. Pryde enters the ring, climbs the nearest corner and poses for the fans, who shower him with cheers and applause~

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

~Pryde’s theme ends and immediately “Godfather Waltz” by Slash hits and the gym is filled with boos for arguably the most hated man in OCW. Mario Maurako arrogantly saunters down to the ring, ignoring each fan that tries to garner his attention. Maurako steps into the ring and enters through the ropes~

Belvedere: And his tag team partner, from Rome, Italy…standing 6’3 and weighing in at 260 lbs…he is an OCW Hall of Famer…Mario Maurako!!!

~Belvedere exits the ring and sounds the bell as this match is officially underway~

Smith: I don’t think I have to tell you how important this match is.

Hood: Yes, it is hugely important and, right now, I’m surveying the teams to pick out a winner.

Smith: Oh and how’s that?

Hood: I’m looking to see who in there would hand a title away after fighting nearly an hour to win it.

Smith: Why on Earth would you look for that?

Hood: Because, that’s obviously going to make up one half of the Black Out 2 main event…if history is a true indicator.

Smith: Oh please!

Hood: Maurako and Pryde

Smith: That’s your pick?

Hood: Yes, Pryde wears a mask…so he can hand over a title without having to show his face in shame.

Smith: Ridiculous!

~Mario decides to start the match off for his team, noticing he’s by far the largest competitor in the match and thinking he can gain an early advantage by utilizing his strength. Danny wants to start off but is met with opposition from Amber. They argue back and forth before Danny shakes his head and exits the ropes standing on the apron…Scruff signals for the match to begin~

Smith: Amber certainly isn’t afraid to tangle with Mario

Hood: Never argue with a red headed woman, Smith

Smith: Typically, I imagine Danny B would’ve protested quite a bit more…however, tonight is about playing nice for the opportunity to main event Black Out 2.

Hood: Yep, put on that smile, deal with her shit and then, if you advance, take it all out on her next Sunday.

~Mario and Amber circle each other around the ring a few times…Mario reaches out, trying to grab her, but Amber probes to be too quick. Mario starts to grow frustrated as Amber stands back in a corner, smiling. Mario lets his frustrations get the better of him as he charges Amber while she’s in the corner…Amber ducks under Mario, causing Mario to run front first into the corner. He quickly turns around and is met with several kicks to the midsection followed by a huge roundhouse kick to the head! Mario leans in the corner, stunned by Amber’s lightning quick offense~

Smith: Annnnnd off we go, Amber Ryan is looking good so far!

Hood: Got a thing for the red heads, eh?

Smith: I’m talking about her in ring prowess!

Hood: Nobody watches women wrestling for the wrestling, you idiot.

Smith: I certainly do!

~Amber quickly climbs to the middle rope and she begins to punch Mario in the head! The fans count along as Amber reaches ten…she then eclipses ten, going as high as seventeen as the fans go wild in appreciation for her abuse of OCW’s most arrogant wrestler. Amber caps it off by climbing to the top rope, hooking her legs around Mario’s head and neck and tossing him across the ring with a huricanrana!! The fans applaud her efforts as she walks over to Danny B and tags him in with a look of “top that” on her face. Danny smirks and quickly enters into the fray~

Smith: A bit of one-upsmanship going on here.

Hood: Hey, I’ll admit, pretty fucking impressive…but they shouldn’t treat Mario like he’s Richard or anything.

Smith: I doubt they are doing that…looks to me as though Danny B and Amber Ryan are in tip top shape…peaking at the right time.

Hood: Yea, well we will see

~Quickly, Danny B moves towards Maurako, yanking him to his feet. He shoves Mario against the ropes and administers a couple of sharp, knife edged chops to Mario’s exposed chest. Mario winces in pain. Danny then lifts a well placed knee right into Mario’s gut, causing him to double over. Danny whips Mario off the ropes and across the ring…Mario bounces off the opposite set of ropes as Danny charges him and takes him down with a HUGE spear!! Mario is laid out in the middle of the ring as the fans clap for Danny B~

Smith: He just ripped Mario in half with that spear!

Hood: Would you please cease all stupid fucking lame ass puns!

Smith: It was an accident!

Hood: Like hell it was!

~Danny quickly gets on top of Mario, not wanting to give him any opportunity to recover and starts to pound away with lefts and rights to Mario’s head. He gets back to his feet and yanks Mario to his…he whips Mario into the nearest corner, Mario hits hard!! Mario comes stumbling out as Danny kicks him in the gut…he then grabs Mario around the waist, lifts him up and slams him down with a Gut Wrench Suplex!! Mario is laid out again as Danny walks up to Amber and tags her in. Danny B stands by, posing as if he’s proud of himself…Amber nods, impressed by his arsenal before entering and going back after Mario…Danny exits and stands back on the apron~

Smith: I know you’re a big Mario fan, Hood…but even Mrs. Maurako would admit that this doesn’t look good.

Hood: Why do you have to go making up lies…we all know Mario isn’t fucking married.

Smith: I’m talking about his mom!

Hood: Does he have a mom?

Smith: Of course he does!

Hood: Marvelous

Smith: Oh, so puns are okay when you do them

~Amber yanks Mario to his feet and whips him into a corner…Mario hits hard again. Amber charges in, but Mario ducks out of the way! Instead of running into the corner, Amber shows great agility in climbing the turnbuckles…she reaches the top and leaps off with a blind moonsault!! Mario turns around and is nailed by a flying Amber Ryan!! She lands on top of him and hooks his leg for the pin…Scruff makes the count~

1!

2!

Kick Out!!

Smith: Whoa…that is too close if you’re a member of The Family!

Hood: Damn, that chick is fucking nuts, man…she just jumped off there without looking!

Smith: In matches like this one, you have to take risks.

Hood: I guess

~Amber gets to her feet as Mario slowly rolls over, getting to his…Amber rushes into the ropes, bounces off and Mario throws a clothesline, Amber ducks. Amber bounces off the ropes again as Mario turns around…Mario puts his head down, Amber leaps over him going for a Sunset Flip…Mario, though, grabs her legs, keeping her from getting over…he then stands up right and slams Amber down onto the mat with a HUGE Spinebuster!!! Amber’s body hits hard as the fans cringe from the impact. Mario falls down to the mat in a seated position, shaking the cobwebs out of his head~

Smith: Mario caught her and was able to put his strength on display!

Hood: It’s about damn time…fuck them up, Mario!

Smith: Actually, I think he’d be smart to tag Pryde in…maybe take a breather.

Hood: Ugh, the masked guy

~Surprisingly, Amber Ryan gets to her feet first, although, it’s pretty obvious she’s not all there…still feeling lingering effects from the bump she took. Mario gets to his feet as Amber throws an ill-advised punch at the much larger Maurako. Maurako blocks it, twirls Amber around, lifts her up and drills her into the mat with Super Mario(Full Nelson Slam). He then walks over to Pryde and quickly tags him in. Pryde hops to the top rope as the fans begin to cheer the rapidly rising superstar…he leaps off the top rope and lands on top of Amber Ryan with a Guillotine leg drop!! Pryde quickly makes the cover as Scruff slides in for the count~

1!

2!

Shoulder Up!!

Smith: That was so close!

Hood: That masked guy is pretty quick

Smith: Very athletic, quick…whatever you want to call it, Pryde can go!

Hood: I agree, he can go…he can get the hell out of here!

~Danny B is seen on the apron running his hands through his air, nervous that Amber might be in a situation she can’t get out of. Pryde pops back to his feet and he quickly rushes into the nearest corner. Amber slowly gets to one knee as Pryde runs at her and drills her in the side of the head with a Shining Wizard!! Amber falls over and Pryde goes for another pinfall~

1!

2!

Shoulder Up!!!

Smith: Again, she barely gets the shoulder up!

Hood: The man with no face is doing everything he can to end this match right now!

Smith: His name is Pryde!

~Pryde yanks Amber to her feet and gives her a quick kick into the gut…he lifts Amber up and drapes her over his shoulder. He then drills her into the mat with a powerslam!! Pryde, instead of going for another pin, grabs Amber’s arm and applies a nice armbar, weakening one of her limbs. Mario stands on the apron, looking to nearly be fully healed while Danny B paces back and forth, anxiously~

Smith: The Ripper desperately wants back into this match

Hood: No shit, he can see the Southern Title slipping away

Smith: Meanwhile, the early damage done to Mario has seemingly subsided.

Hood: Because Mario is a fucking BEAST!

~Pryde pulls Amber back to her feet, still holding onto the armbar…he then releases it, grabs Amber’s head and drops her to the mat with a Reverse Neck Breaker! Pryde gets back to his feet and notices Mario looking fresh…he walks over and tags the Hall of Famer in. Mario steps into the ring and goes right after Amber…he grabs her by the hair, aggressively, yanks her to her feet, kicks her in the gut, hooks her and lifts her up high for a suplex! Mario holds her in the air for a few seconds before dropping her with a Brainbuster!! Mario pops back to his feet and flexes in front of Danny B…Danny B simply shakes his head, gritting his teeth…wanting to get in that ring and change things up~

Smith: The arrogance of Mario is sickening

Hood: What are you talking about? He was simply stretching his arms out…getting the blood flow working, ya know?

Smith: Bee Ess..he was taunting Danny B!

Hood: Nah man, that was purely coincidental

~Mario pulls Amber back to her feet and quickly locks in a side head lock. He cranks down on it, applying a ton of force and torque to Amber’s head and neck area. Amber winces in pain and reaches out, trying to find some rope to clutch…unfortunately, she’s smack dab in the middle of the ring~

Smith: Poor Amber Ryan…that giant arm wrapped so tightly around her neck.

Hood: Yea, well, if she doesn’t like it, maybe she should go join a pottery class or something.

Smith: Pottery?

Hood: First stupid waste of time activity thing that came to mind

Smith: Pottery is highly informative…I take a pottery class at least once a year.

Hood: Yea, right

Smith: Check this out *pulls out beautiful, complex pot*

Hood: And you just carry that around with you?

Smith: Never know when a good, handmade pot might come in…umm…handy.

~Suddenly, the crowd reacts~

Smith: See?? They appreciate my craftsmanship

Hood: They don’t give a shit about your stupid pot, dumbfuck…The Family is coming down here!

~Ian Bishop, carrying the Central Title and his Paper Title comes out…with him is Roach, who has plastic bag filled with ice and six tall boys hanging from his hand…Fuller accompanies them as well, carrying a baseball bat. His wrist is still bloody from before…it looks to have received zero treatment. Fuller stops at ringside and stands watching the action with the bat in his hand. Fuller and Roach make their way to the announce table. Roach yanks the pot away from Smith and dumps his beer and ice inside~

Smith: Hey!! That does NOT belong to you!

~Roach places both palms on the announce table and goes nose to nose with Smith. Smith backs away~

Smith: Hey, Roach…it’s not a problem, like I said…I bring that thing everywhere with me, just in case.

~Roach takes the pot, which is now serving as sort of an ice chest, with one hand and grabs a steel chair with another. On the opposite side of the ring as Sean Fuller, Roach props up the chair, sets the pottery made ice chest next to the chair and has a seat. He cracks one beer open and begins to pound it back while keeping his focus on the in ring action. Ian, meanwhile, takes a seat next to Hood…he lays both of his titles on the announce table and grabs a headset~

Ian Bishop: Hood, Smith…thanks for having me.

Smith: We didn’t really invite you…

Hood: You’re welcome, champ!

~Smith pulls out a Gatorade, Hood quickly yanks it away~

Hood: Careful, Smith, we wouldn’t want to stain the champs Paper Title.

Ian Bishop: Yea, Smith, use your head…that title is extremely precious to me.

Smith: You stole my Gatorade…my POT IS GONE…can we just focus back on the match please.

Ian Bishop: Absolutely, I’m all about watching the Family dominate the main event scene.

~Maurako has maintained the side head lock this entire time. Amber’s arms are hanging loosely by her side as it appears he’s pushed the life right out of her. Scruff comes in and lifts Amber’s arm up…he lets go and it falls to her side. He does it again…again it falls, making it twice. If it falls a third time, Scruff will be forced to call the match…he drops her arm…but she keeps it up!! The fans begin to cheer as Roach finishes his first beer and crushes it…he throws it at some Amber fan in the front row of the bleachers. Fuller, meanwhile, turns around, frustrated by what he sees and shakes his head. Amber begins to nail Mario with elbows into the gut as Mario starts to loosen this grip. She then head butts him in the face!! Mario lets go and staggers back…Amber measures him, charges in but is met with a huge lariat!! Amber falls to the mat holding the back of her head in pain as the fans cheers quickly turn to boos. Mario walks over to Pryde and tags him in~

Smith: Just when she was starting to get a little momentum!

Ian Bishop: Better watch yourself, Smith…this is a Family affair.

Hood: Yea, Smith! Plus, I think it’s pretty obvious Mario had her the entire time.

Ian Bishop: Exactly…now he’s going to let that freak on a leash loose to get a little breather before finishing things off, Family Style.

Hood: Fucking right, doggy…cause when you’re here, you’re family!

Smith: What is this, some never-ending Olive Garden commercial?

~Pryde quickly leaps to the top turnbuckle and crouches down, waiting for Amber to get to her feet. She finally does, and he leaps off, drilling her with a flying clothesline!! Amber falls to the mat hard! Pryde hops back to his feet and drops a couple of elbows on top of Amber as she lies on her back. He grabs her legs and points his back at the nearest corner, Pryde falls backward and catapults Amber into the top turnbuckle!! She hits hard and staggers out, Pryde then hooks her around the waist, lifts her back and drills her with a German Suplex, holding onto her for the pin~

1!

2!

Shoulder Up!!

Smith: Amber Ryan has to get out of there…if she doesn’t, this one is over.

Ian Bishop: What are you talking about, it was over before it started.

Hood: I agree champ…say, champ…what do you think about Pryde? Is he a Potential family member?

Ian Bishop: I like the look of Pryde, Hood…he’s got a unique look about him. I could definitely see myself accepting him into the family.

Hood: Right on, champ...I dig the way Pryde’s intense stare never changes.

Smith: This is ridiculous. Can we focus on the match please?

Ian Bishop: You mean the family beat down?

Hood: Yes!

~Pryde gets back to his feet as Amber is still on the mat with her and Danny B’s prospects of winning looking bleaker than ever. Pryde walks over as Scruff’s ADD kicks in, he looks over at a fan sneezed…Amber reaches up and low blows Pryde as he reaches for her hair!! Pryde doubles over and backs away…Amber quickly rolls him up in a small package…Scruff finally pays attention and slides in for the count~

1!

2!

Kick Out!

Ian Bishop: Calm down, everybody cool out…that was merely a blip on the radar.

Smith: More than a blip, I think we need instant replay on Scruff’s hand hitting the mat that third time!

Hood: I will slap the taste out of your mouth, Smith if you disrespect the champ like that one more time!

Smith: He’s not my champ!

Hood: He’s everybody’s champ!

~Both competitors get to their feet, Pryde first…he kicks Amber in the gut and then scoops her up, slamming her to the canvas. He heads for the nearest corner~

Smith: Darn, Amber Ryan just can’t get anything going.

Hood: Your hair sure does look good tonight, Champ…any secrets?

Ian Bishop: Just being incredible, I guess

Hood: And you smell good too, is that some kind of vanilla scent?

Ian Bishop: I don’t know, whatever Roach was burning to clear out the obviously illegal smell of our locker room earlier.

Hood: Well it’s very flattering on you

Smith: Get a room!

~Pryde reaches the top rope and he leaps off with a dive, heading for Amber…Amber, though, gets her foot up and she kicks Pryde right in the face!! Pryde falls backward on the mat, holding his face in pain as the crowd rises to their feet, feeling for the first time in a long time that Amber’s got a chance. Danny is hyped up, extending his hand, screaming for Amber to tag him~

Smith: Yes! Here we go, guys, the tide is turning!

Ian Bishop: Are you kidding me? Why is he jumping so much with a mask on his face? Isn’t that dangerous?

Hood: I have been asking the same thing…he is so not family material!

Ian Bishop: If he knows what’s good for him and his future…he’d better tag Mario in there to clean this mess up.

Hood: Fuck yes!

~Pryde gets to his feet while obviously groggy after the major impact Amber’s foot had to his head. Amber begins the crawl towards Danny B as she’s only a few feet away from his outstretched hand. Amber lunges forward and tags in Danny B just as Pryde tags Mario in!! The crowd goes wild as Mario is met with a flurry of punches from Danny B upon entering!! Danny B whips Mario into the ropes, he bounces off and Danny B drills him in the head with an elbow to the face! The muscular Maurako staggers back into the ropes as Danny B rushes in and clotheslines Maurako over the top rope and to the outside!! Mario hits hard, landing on one of the sides unoccupied by a Family member~

Smith: Here we go, Danny B is on fire!

Hood: Quick, somebody throw some water on him before he gets all scarred up!

Smith: Not literally, dumbass

Ian Bishop: I’m sure Sean Fuller could set him on fire.

Smith: Yes and I’m sure Fuller would like to do that but, I’m sorry, this isn’t the kind of world where you can just go around setting people on fire.

Hood: Well, not family members anyway.

Ian Bishop: Exactly.

~Danny B grabs onto the top rope and he propels himself over the top rope and onto Maurako with a Plancha!! Maurako falls onto the hardwood with his back hitting hard. Fuller turns the corner looking over at Danny B with the bat in his hand. Scruff hops out of the ring and gets in between the two, he warns Fuller about a potential DQ, should he get involved. Danny B scoops Mario up and rolls him back inside the ring~

Smith: Scruff, get him out of here!

Ian Bishop: My fellow brother is just fine…he’s merely out there to make sure some fan doesn’t run in there and interfere.

Hood: See, Smith? Sean Fuller’s intentions are completely honorable.

Smith: You’re taking HIS word for it?

Hood: Of course, he’s the champ!

~Danny B hops onto the apron and quickly climbs the nearest turnbuckle, Maurako reaches his feet and Danny B leaps off, drilling Maurako in the head with a Missile Drop Kick!!! Maurako falls onto the mat…Danny B yanks Maurako back to his feet, kicks him in the gut, hooks him and delivers a Perfect Plex!! Danny B holds onto the pin as Scruff makes the count~

1!

2!

Kick Out!!!

Smith: Whoooooooaaaaaa

Hood: Okay, yea, that was close

Ian Bishop: I can’t take much more of this…

Hood: It’s sickening, isn’t it?

Ian Bishop: We are not going to just sit by and let Danny B and Amber Ryan steal this from us...

Smith: Don’t even think about it, Ian

Ian Bishop: If you get in my way, I will use that belt on you.

Hood: Yes, he will paper cut the shit out of you, Smith.

Ian Bishop: Actually, I was referring to my hard earned Central Title.

Hood: Oh, okay, Champ!

~As Mario moves away from Ripper, trying to get his bearings, Ian stands up from the commentary table. Roach follows suit, downing the last of his beer as he does so. The two of them make their way to the apron, and climb upon it. Scruff tries his best to get Bishop down from the ring, but while his back is turned he doesn’t see Fuller swing out with the bat, catching Danny B square between the eyes~

Hood: Would you look at that, Ripper tried to get involved with Sean and Fuller taught him why you shouldn’t

Smith: Danny B did nothing of the sort, he hadn’t even looked at Fuller.

Hood: Family members are smarter than that, they sense when something is coming.

Smith: You should probably tell that to Roach.

~In the commotion, Roach had not noticed Amber Ryan sneak up behind him, with one move she swept the legs out from underneath him, causing him to fall spine first on the ring apron. Checking the situation, she slides into the ring, first taking out Pryde, who was stretching his arm out trying to reach Maurako, before flying towards the opposite side and drilling Bishop in the face with a hard elbow. He goes flying off the ring apron, and Fuller stops his stalking of the Ripper to go and try to help him. Amber climbs back to her corner and shouts out to her partner as Pyde climbs back into place too~

Smith: And that woman embodies the southern spirit, wanting this to just be a match.

Hood: Maybe if she focused more on the match than the people standing innocently around it they would have won by now.

Smith: Or been taken out by The Family, one or the other.

~Both Mario and Ripper were now on their hands and knees, crawling towards their respective corner, a trail of blood escaping from Danny’s nostrils. Mario gets there first, Pryde flies in over the top rope, leaping through the air and stopping Ripper dead with a double foot stomp to the back. Angel screams in frustration as Pryde delivers a few more boots to the back of Ripper’s head. He rolls him over for the cover~

1…

2…

NO!!!!

Smith: Danny B is very much determined not to lose this one isn’t he?

Hood: Stupid fuck don’t know when to stay down, if he keeps kicking out he’ll soon have Mario to deal with again.

Smith: And you think that would make a difference?

Hood: Of course it would, Mario’s unbeatable.

~Pryde picks Danny up, holds him there for just a second, and drops him once again with a facebuster. Danny staggers for a second before falling flat, his nose now bleeding quite profusely. Pryde levels Amber with a superkick, taking her off the apron, before climbing the turnbuckle and waiting. Danny pulls himself up, trying to shake the cobwebs and Pryde leaps off the top, rotating through with the ‘Pryde cometh before the fall’! He lands exactly where he wants to be on Ripper’s shoulder and goes to spin into the Hurricarana pin. He slams Danny down, but before Scruff can get in to make the count, Danny has pushed him off, kipped up and slammed Pryde himself with an RKS! Ripper doesn’t move from his fallen position, both men unable to find the strength~

Hood: Where the hell did that come from?

Smith: I’m not even too sure, Danny certainly looked down and out but showed some superhuman resiliency there.

Hood: We gottta figure out how this bastard keeps doing it, he must be cheating, has anyone checked him for performance enhancers?

Smith: You know drug tests aren’t part of the OCW policy. You’d hate it if it was. After all you’d be the first fired!

Hood: That’s an absolute lie, Roach would go first, then me.

Smith: Quite. Anyway, back to the action it seems both men are now looking for the tag!

~And both men get it, Amber and Mario rush in, Ryan ducks the first clothesline, coming back with a flurry of rights and lefts, she steadies, and lands a dropkick to the knee. Mario goes down, and Amber springs off the rope looking to take the big man out. Mario catches her mid-air and slams her down with a huge spinebuster, he springs up, his confidence through the roof as Amber gets up, and is met with the ‘Simply Marvellous’. Mario picks up the much smaller Ryan, and locks in the ‘La Omerta’, swinging her about, trying to force the submission. Scruff is right in place to call it, and therefore doesn’t see Danny spring off the tope rope and land a chop block to the back of Mario’s left knee. He crumbles, letting go of Amber who stumbles as she falls. Pryde tries rushing in to save the match but is met with an almighty spear by Ripper. Amber gains her composure, pulls in Mario, wrapping his arms up and kicks out, dropping him with the ‘Original sin’. The crowd actually begin to roar as Amber tries to roll over the frame of Mario. As she does, Ian Bishop enters the ring again. Roach and Sean Fuller enter on opposite sides behind him. Amber squares up to Ian, as Danny tells Sean where to shove his bat. Roach however stands up Mario, and punches him square in the face, levelling him once again~

~The bell suddenly rings~

Hood: What the hell was that for?

~The fans actually begin to cheer for Roach, thinking that he had turned on the family, everything became perfectly clear however when Belvedere took to the mic~

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winners by disqualification and the two competitors who will face each other at Black Out 2 for the OCW Southern Championship…MARIO MAURAKO AND PRYDE!!!!!

Hood: Oh yeah, Mario is going to blackout!

Smith: You are kidding me! They cheated, they couldn’t beat Danny B and Amber Ryan tonight, so The Family cheated. Scruff should have seen that why did he award it to Maurako?

Hood: Because Maurako was attacked by outside interference, meaning that Danny and Amber were receiving the help. Brilliant, fucking brilliant.

Smith: This is a complete injustice.

~Back in the ring, an argument has broken out between Ian and Amber, whereas Danny B and Fuller are now in the ring exchanging blows. Ian flat out punches Amber between the eyes, causing her to fall, he casually steps over to the brawl and hits Danny B on the back of his head with the central championship, putting him down too. Roach helps up Maurako, who as he comes to his senses, starts shouting at Roach before Ian explains they’ve won. A smile creeps across the face of Mario, and the four family members turn their attentions to Pryde, who is still down following the spear from Ripper~

Smith: And now they’re attacking a defenseless Pryde, how can you keep justifying the things these men are doing?

Hood: Easy, they keep winning. Can’t argue with that.

~Mario picks up Pryde an locks in the ‘La Omerta’ allowing the others to take shots at him freely. Danny B jumps into the mix, trying to free Pryde, and is soon joined by Amber. Both are easily overpowered and receive a shot across the back of the head with the bat by Fuller for their troubles. The four of them stand tall over their fallen opponents, looking rather smug. Their attention snaps to the entranceway though as ‘Good old fashioned nightmare’ by Matt and Kim plays through the arena, Brianna and Alice Knight now stand in the entranceway, look at one another and take towards the ring~

Hood: Hey!! What are they doing out here!

Smith: Evening the odds, Hood!

Hood: Get them out of here! This spot is for main eventers, not those two!

~All four members of the family turn towards the curtain, beckoning Thought 4 Food towards them. They don’t see MJ Bell run in through the crowd, she slides into the ring, and dropkicks Sean Fuller in the back. He tumbles over the ropes, and The Family turn towards MJ Bell who strikes again, this time attacking Ian Bishop. Roach jumps out of the, trying to even the number against the girls, but is taken down by them as they charge at him, at the same time Ian gets the better of MJ in the ring and jumps to the outside, aiming for his Blackout 2 opponent, and the two of them engage in a brawl that takes them into the crowd. Alice Knight and Roach now find themselves taking each other on and heading up the rampway. Sean Fuller jumps in the ring and goes after MJ Bell, and another brawl occurs. Mario decides to jump in now and clotheslines MJ to the floor. Ian Bishop returns to the ring, Brianna nowhere in show, soon Roach and Alice fight back down the entraceway, with Roach getting the upper hand, and is able to slide into the ring. Danny B and Amber have recovered in this time, and start to brawl with The Family, and Alice Knight soon joins them~

Smith: It’s Black Out, Hood! Black Out has started early!!

Hood: Well, fuck, c’mon Family, take these weirdos out!

~The three of them start to become outnumbered, and Alice is taken down by Fuller. Amber manages to catch Sean as he turns back to the melee and drop him with the Original Sin. MJ bell is pulling herself up in the corner, and Brianna has come back through the crowd, sporting a laceration on her arm, and makes her way to ringside, checking on MJ. Danny B is blasted by Mario and a sickening crunch is heard as it seems like his bloody nose has finally been broken, he staggers back, holding his nose and is met with a smash over the face with the baseball bat again from Bishop, who had wielded it after Sean fell. MJ and Brianna get into the ring, and the three girls surround the family. It looks as if they were going to jump in again when the arena lights go out~

Smith: Oh no, somebody help them!

Hood: The Family must think Danny B’s head looks like a giant baseball

~A gong sounds throughout the gymnasium, and the lights come back up. Bishop, Roach and Maurako still stand in the middle of the ring, but they are no longer focusing on the girls. Now instead they, the girls, and everyone else in the arena is staring at a new arrival. A giant of a man with long flowing sliver hair stands in the ring, perfectly still. Amber is the first to react, clasping her hand over her mouth, and stumbling backwards, her eyes give off the signs of recognition, fear and curiosity~

Hood: What the hell is going on here? Who the hell is that?

Smith: Amber Ryan seems to know, and look Hood, there is a woman coming down the ramp now.

~An Asian woman, clad in a green shirt and blue jeans was making her way to ringside, she waved at Amber before checking on Danny B on the side. Suddenly Sean Fuller jumps up and goes to strike the big man, who for the first time looks down at Fuller. Relentlessly he keeps striking the midsection of the man, eventually Bishop moved, and that seemed to trigger a response. The mysterious man stuck out, right hands striking each of The Family in turn, laying them all out. All four came back at the giant and were pushed back. Ian turned right into Brianna who leveled him with a Capoeira kick. Roach was thrown to the outside by a massive right fist of the stranger in the ring, and Fuller was caught as he went in again, Danny B grabbed him by the arm, and whipped him into the corner where the mysterious woman leaped in and crushed him with a stinger splash. As Sean dropped to a knee, MJ went to strike with the shining wizard, but Sean rolled out of the ring~

Smith: I think the family is retreating!

Hood: Live to fight another day, Smith…that dude has silver hair

Smith: And?

Hood: Well, I mean, he may have super powers…gotta figure that shit out

~Mario was left alone, he took one look at the numbers and escaped himself, joining his Family comrades on the ramp. The four stood strong, shouting abuse at the crowd in the ring. Danny B grabbed a microphone~

Danny B: You…might be…one happy family…but I have my own.

~Danny drops the mic, turns to face the people in the ring, extends his hand to Brianna, who, stunned, takes it. Ian, standing on the apron raises the central championship staring up at Brianna in the ring. Alice and MJ gather themselves on the outside and stare up the ramp as Roach and Fuller look on. Pryde has recovered and slowly climbs the nearest corner facing the ramp and he points out at Maurako~

Smith: Pryde is signaling, he’s ready!

Hood: Be careful what you wish for, Pryde

~Maurako nods at Pryde…Pryde motions around his waist that he’s going to claim the Southern Championship. Mario continues to nod and smiles…he says “We’ll see about that”~

Hood: Because you just might fucking get it

~The camera pans out with a full shot of the Family at the top of the ramp…Alice and MJ in front of the ring, Pryde standing atop the turnbuckle glaring at Mario…Brianna next to Danny B and Danny B displaying an unclear alliance with Amber and this giant with silver hair…we fade to the Black Out 2 Trailer~


~The show comes to an end~


OOC: Alright, another one in the books, folks! Thanks for all the great segments this week…really helped to make the show one to remember. Black Out 2 rping began today…good luck to everyone involved.

Credit:
Brianna: Jason Xavier/Craig Adams
Danny B: Ending of the Main Event
Alice: If you didn’t know it by now, the youtube video

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