OCW Presents: Monday Night Massacre
Live! June 16th, 2014
From the Coles Sports and Recreations Center at NYU in New York City, New York
~Massacre opens to a sold out arena full of screaming OCW fans. The camera, while “Comin in Hot” by Hollywood Undead is playing, pans through the crowd before setting on Smith and Hood~
Smith: Hello again everyone and welcome to Monday Night Massacre!! We are less than two weeks away from Sinful Nature with a ton of business to take care of!
Hood: Yea man, the OCW Title is back at Sinful Nature…it’s going to be a scene
Smith: Indeed it is…we have eight action packed matches for you tonight along with, hopefully, a bit of clarity in regards to the regional titles.
Hood: Well, we know PerZag is going to take on Lurrr…Mia and Danny are set…now we just need to find out who Syren and Pryde are facing.
Smith: Indeed! Let’s not waste any time and get right to the action as Arryk Rage is set for his long awaited OCW return!
~Richard is already in the ring~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, Richard!
~the lights begin to flicker, as the sound of children laughing echoes throughout the arena. They go completely dark, as Dead Souls by Nine Inch Nails begin to play. A very dim spot light focuses on a smoke filled entrance, as Arryk Rage steps out of the back. He stands in the smoke, looking around at the arena. He slowly makes his way down to the ring, the dim light following him. He ignores the fans, as he slides under the bottom rope of the ring. He lowers himself into the corner as the music continues. The lights begin to flicker again, as the music cuts off and the laughing of children fills the arena. The lights slowly come back on, Arryk is still sitting on the mat in the corner next to the turnbuckle, his greying hair covering his bearded face....~
Belvedere: And his opponent, from Detroit, Michigan…standing 5’9 and weighing in at 219lbs…Arryk Rage!!!
~Belvedere exits and rings the bell~
Smith: Can Arryk Rage win his debut?
Hood: I hope so, I’d hate to see Richard’s impressive streak come to an end
Smith: It is something, isn’t it?
Hood: It is
~Richard runs in but gets clubbed down with a stiff arm from Arryk. Richard rolls over on his stomach and pushes up to his knees, starting to crawl across the ring. Arryk creeps slowly on Richard. When Richard starts to climb the ropes to get back to his feet. Arryk takes two quick steps and then follows them up with a boot to Richard’s ribs. Richard rolls around the ropes until his back is against them. Richard flails his arms trying to make it harder for Arryk to do what is on his mind. Arryk goes for a stiff head-butt, but Richard ducks down and slides between his legs. Richard turns and dropkicks Arryk’s posterior sending him over the middle rope and to the outside of the ring~
Smith: Richard showing signs of life
Hood: That’s what being Commissioner will do for ya, I guess
Smith: An instant boost of confidence
~Richard springs up and jumps up and down with his arms thrown up in the air. Richard walks over to the side of the ring and grabs the top rope and starts to breathe as he gets ready to take flight, but Arryk grabs his feet just as they lift off the canvas. Arryk pulls Richard’s feet towards him and Richard slams the canvas hard. Arryk hooks Richard’s legs and swings him out and slams him down on his back with what some may call a spine buster. Arryk kneels over Richard and stares down at him before scooping up his head with one arm and drilling him with the other~
Smith: Okay, so Arryk is finally in control
Hood: Arryk has really dirty looking hair
Smith: When has Arryk ever looked clean to you?
Hood: I don’t know, I guess it’s all part of his tortured soul thing
Smith: Indeed!
~Arryk climbs to his feet and pulls back towards Richard’s legs then lifts up one by the ankle. Arryk starts dragging Commissioner Richard around the ring; every step slower than the last. Arryk comes to the steel ring steps and slowly heads up and into the ring. He yanks Richard into the ring and pulls him to his feet. He delivers an uppercut that sends him staggering straight back to the corner. Arryk closes in hard and fast with all of his weight. Arryk backs up slowly and eyes up “Commissioner” Richard. He twirls Richard around, locks in a Dragon Sleeper and then drops Richard to the mat with a Modified Reverse DDT!! He goes for the pin, Gruff makes the count~
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~The bell sounds as Arryk’s hand is raised in victory~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…ARRYK RAGE!!!!!
Smith: Impressive debut win by Arryk Rage
Hood: Yea, but an even more impressive job by Richard, continuing his Streak
~Inside the ring, we see Arryk standing over a knocked out Commish Richard. He bends over and cuts out a good chunk of Richard’s hair before exiting the ring~
Hood: Is he a barber now?
Smith: No
Hood: Talk about shaming a man…kicking his ass and then taking his hair…freakin Arryk
Smith: It’s all leading to something, I’m sure…time will tell…but for now, let’s head backstage
~We go to another section of the arena, where fans are buying some concessions and merchandise. The biggest seller? The Not President Dean mustache. In one corner of the area, a blackboard has been set up, where names are written across it with varying odds put next to them. The man running the board is standing in front of it, calling to get people to come over~
Bookie: Get over here and place your bets! Who will be the wrestler to unify the belts and become the OCW World Champion? You know you want to put a wager down.
~There isn’t a ton of action, as fans don’t seem to have a lot of trust that they’ll get paid so many weeks later. But that isn’t stopping the man from trying~
Bookie: Do you think a current champion will win it? Will a challenger scoop up all the belts at once? Who’s the dark horse? Place your bets! You, sir, what do you think?
~The camera turns and shows the man who has approached the bookie. The hood is removed to show that it is the current OCW Southern Champion, Pryde. The bookie, surprised, takes a step back~
Bookie: Oh, sorry, no betting by the actual participants. I don’t want to get in any trouble.
~Pryde doesn’t say anything to the man. He just studies the board. On it, you can see the odds for each competitor, in order. At the top of the list is Scott Syren, the Western Champion and, to many, the ‘One Real World’ Champion. He is followed by Danny B, the Central & Tag-Team Champion, and then Lurrr, the main challenger for the Northeastern Title. Lurrr’s opponent, PerZag, the former Internet Champion, is next, and then, finally, there is Pryde’s name, fifth on the list~
Pryde: So you don’t think I have a shot.
Bookie: It’s nothing personal, Pryde. I think you’re a great wrestler. But Syren and Lurrr are legends, PerZag is looking like he can’t be stopped, and Danny B is the Central Champion.
Pryde: The Central Champion?
Bookie: A lot of people see that as the biggest belt in the company right now.
~Pryde nods and starts to turn away, with the bookie taking a moment to breathe a sigh of relief. Pryde then turns and grabs the bookie by the lapels of his jacket and sends him crashing into the board!! The board cracks in two, falling on the man, as Pryde angrily leaves the scene. While people rush in to help the man, we go back to the ring~
Hood: I take it Pryde is not a betting man.
Smith: I get why the man is upset, but you can’t just go around attacking anyone you’re angry with!
Hood: Smith, seriously, have you forgotten where we are? Half our feuds are created by someone getting angry and attacking someone!
Smith: Ok, that’s true.
Hood: Besides, that guy was a swindler anyway. I probably will never get my $5 bet on Syren back.
Smith: Thank goodness for the Dollar Menu!
Hood: McRib is not on the Dollar Menu
Smith: Well, I don’t know what to tell you, then…but I do know that it’s time for our next match as Eliminator is set to take on Hollywood Skyes.
Hood: Sweet action!
Belvedere: This next match is scheduled for one fall…introducing first, Sergeant Brenner.
~A red carpet has been rolled from the top of the entranceway all the way down to the ring. The arena goes dark, and spotlights are focused at the top of the entranceway. “Legendary” by Royce da 5'9” plays over the arena speakers, and the lead guitar line fills the arena. The drums kick in as Eliminator, flanked by Paul Rosenberg, makes his way from behind the curtain. Rosenberg walks to the ringside area as Eliminator has his arms raised in the air and begins making rude gestures to the crowd. Eliminator enters the ring, and stands tall facing the TV camera side with his arms raised in the air as a row of pyro sweeps from side to side behind him. The music stops as Eliminator goes to his corner and starts stretching~
Belvedere: And his opponent, from Las Vegas, Nevada…standing 6’7 and weighing in at 335lbs…Eliminator!!
~Belvedere exits and sounds the bell~
Smith: Eliminator was extremely impressive last week in his debut or, well, I guess you could call it his return match.
Hood: Yea, he’s big and he has short, white hair…pretty fucking awesome
Smith: I don’t know what the hair has to do with his success.
Hood: We should really have Eliminator and Anubis face off…two giant, white haired guys…or, at least, I think Anubis is a man.
Smith: Why don’t you tell Dean your great ideas after the show and stick to calling the matches during the broadcast.
Hood: Ugh, alright
~Elminator holds up his left hand looking for a test of strength but instead runs his knee into Sergeant Brenner. Eliminator lashes down a hard forearm across the back of the freshly hunched over Brenner then backs away looking out at the crowd booing and chanting whatever vulgarities seem most appropriate. Eliminator points up towards the rafters signaling that he is number one just as Brenner attempts to run and deliver some offence, but walks straight into a big boot from Eliminator instead, who apparently can multitask in at least this match~
Smith: Multi-tasking for Eliminator…showing some veteran prowess
Hood: Yea, he kicked the shit out of Brenner
Smith: Brenner needs a bounce back performance tonight, he doesn’t want to get off to an 0-2 start.
Hood: Yea, well, shit happens
~Eliminator grabs Brenner by the head and slowly rolls him up to his feet. Brenner goes for a jawbreaker counter, but winds up just hanging out, held by Eliminator, who eventually tosses him up then catches him for a better grip and runs him straight into the corner where he proceeds to throw his entire body into the destruction of Sergeant Brenner. Eliminator backs up holding up his arms to get another ovation of boos and vulgarities then runs in to deliver what looks to be a really hard clothesline, but puts the brakes on as Brenner staggers along draped over the top rope. Eliminator scratches his head and then shrugs before putting Brenner over the top rope and down to the padded concrete! Eliminator climbs slowly over the top rope then jumps off the side of the ring to stalk Brenner while he tries to shake the cobwebs loose and pull himself back into this match. Eliminator lifts up the ring apron and goes for a sledgehammer to make things a little more interesting, but the referee grabs it taking Eliminator by surprise and tries to pull it away from the referee and winds up flipping him over the middle rope. The referee lands on his head on the sledgehammer. Eliminator shifts his eyes from left to right as the crowd boos. Eliminator just shrugs his shoulders and turns his attention back to Sergeant Brenner now that there is no referee to see him misbehave. He can’t really be disqualified either. The referee kind of brought it on himself or at least that is an excuse Eliminator could use if asked or someone tries to argue with him~
Smith: The ref is injured!
Hood: Eliminator doesn’t seem to care…I like this guy’s swag
Smith: Swag?
Hood: Yea, it’s short for swagger or Swaganomics
Smith: Huh?
~Eliminator knocks Brenner out with the sledgehammer after another attempted offensive maneuver. Everything Brenner does seems to go horribly- horribly wrong, doesn’t it? Eliminator lifts Brenner up and tosses him inside the ring then walks around on the outside raising the sledgehammer with pride in his eyes as the fans continue to boo louder and louder and chant their vulgarities; again louder and louder. Eliminator is taking his time though because that is something he has. What is going to happen? Sergeant Brenner makes a miraculous turn around and fights back to win with five moves of doom? Who would ever believe that nonsense? Eliminator grabs hold of the top rope and pulls himself back onto the side of the ring only to almost fly back off with a running dropkick by Sergeant Brenner that gets a huge pop from the fans, but Eliminator holds tight to the top rope. Brenner rolls up and goes for a springboard dropkick off the turnbuckle and this time sends Eliminator down to the outside. Eliminator rolls up as Brenner begins to feel his time to shine! Brenner shoots off the ropes at one end and flies over them at the other end, but winds up caught in a bear hug by Eliminator, but not for long as he is soon slammed off the steel ring post!~
Smith: Eliminator is in total control
Hood: I really hope Brenner isn’t a Sergeant from our army…for fucks sake, he blows
Smith: Now, now, no need in making any accusations
Hood: The dude blows man, it’s pretty obvious
~Eliminator tosses Brenner back inside the ring, through the ropes and rolls in under them. Gruff, Scruff’s kind of black brother, rushes down to the ring to take over the ref duties. Eliminator gets to his feet and pulls Brenner up…he gives Brenner a swift kick into the gut for good measure before hooking him and dropping him with Process of Elimination (Powerbomb)!! Brenner is flat lined as Eliminator goes for the pin~
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~The bell sounds and Eliminator has his hand raised in victory~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…ELIMINATOR!!!!!
Smith: Excellent win for Eliminator as he continues to display the talent we all grew accustomed to watching many years ago.
Hood: Yea and Brenner has now been demoted to Private
Smith: It doesn’t work that way
Hood: It fucking does in my book
Smith: And what a terrible book that would be…alright folks, let’s head backstage
~Danny B can be seen walking through the corridor, smile on his face, his two championships slung across his shoulders. He is walking through talking to OCW staff and NYU staff, some of which are shaking his hand, congratulating him on his championship win, Danny finds his way to a door with the label ‘President Dean’, knocks and pushes open the door. Dean is sat behind his desk, fiddling with papers, he looks up as Danny walks in~
Dean: Hey sucka, what can I do for you?
~Danny walks up to the desk and extends his hand, which Dean takes~
Danny: Hey boss, I got idea for the Pay Per View.
Dean: Yeah, is that right?
Danny: Yeah, see the people were gearing up for a bull rope match, and I know that had some personal implications, but I don’t wanna disappoint the fans, I reckon we spice it up a little.
Dean: Had a feeling you’d say something like that sucka, what did you have in mind?
Danny: Something that will have me prove that I am not a flash in the pan, I’ve heard the rumours, the gossip. People are saying that I am not a worthy champion, that what I have doesn’t mean anything. So I want to settle it at the Pay Per View, I reckon I should fight Mia in a No DQ, two out of three falls match. That way, no one can argue with me, and if I lose, that gives Mia a chance to prove she’s worthy of the championship too.
Dean: I wouldn’t use worthy sucka, PerZag will be in here in a flash.
~Danny smirks at the boss~
Danny: So what do you think?
Dean: I’ll consider it, but of course, you have to win tonight first. Now, if you wouldn’t mind sucka, I’m kinda busy. Good luck tonight against Ana.
Danny: Thanks.
~Ripper stands and goes to exit the room. He is just about to walk through the door when Dean calls his name, Danny turns, looking back at the President~
Dean: I never did say, congratulations on the win sucka.
~This elicits a nod from Ripper, who turns on his heel and exits the room. We cut back to ringside~
Smith: Interesting request by Danny B, looking to raise the stakes
Hood: I’m all for it…anything that promises blood and potential broken bones
Smith: Forever the purist, Hood
Hood: You know it!
Smith: Alright, well one of your personal favorites, Chad Vargas, is set to square off in our next bout…let’s head to ringside!!
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall!
~ 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: Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada…standing 5’10 and weighing in at 216lbs…Jason Xavier!!
~"Needle and the Spoon" by Lynyrd Skynyrd controls the sound waves as "The Confederate Icon" Chad Vargas emerges from the back. Dressed to lay a beat down, donning his confederate flag wrestling trunks and no shirt. His muscles glisten under the lights. Once standing atop the entrance ramp pyros blast off behind him as he begins his slow methodical strut to the ring, mouthing obscenities to the fans his entire way there. Once he reaches the ring, he takes his time, climbing the steel steps and under the second rope. Mean mugging his opponent as he climbs the farthest turnbuckle, climbs up and raises his arms in the air, still mouthing obscenities. He then hops down, looks his opponent up and down and shit talks him as he awaits the bell.~
Belvedere: And his opponent, from Everclear County, Tennessee…standing 6’4 and weighing in at 240lbs…Chad Vargas!!
~Belvedere exits the ring and sounds the bell, as the match is ready to begin~
Smith: Well, Bob Grenier won earlier this evening, Chad Vargas will try to match the effort of his semi-tag partner.
Hood: Or perhaps instill mass amounts of fear in Grenier
Smith: Why would he do that?
Hood: To psyche him out in case they wrestle at Sinful Nature
Smith: Well, that’s certainly far from official…so we’ll see
~Xavier and Vargas lock up in the center of the ring. Vargas backs Xavier into the nearest corner before Gruff orders a break. Vargas steps back and Xavier throws a kick into Vargas knee, causing him to stagger back. Xavier hops onto the second rope, leaps off, and drops Vargas with a leg drop onto the back of his neck, slamming him face first into the mat~
Smith: Nice move there by Jason Xavier
Hood: He sure does like to jump around and shit
Smith: Well, that is kind of his style ya know…High Flyer
Hood: A bit misleading if all he’s going to do is jump from the second rope.
Smith: That match just started, give it time!
~Xavier yanks Vargas to his feet and whips him into the nearest corner, Vargas his hard as Xavier flies and drills Vargas with a Stinger Splash!! Xavier sticks his feet into the midsection of Vargas and he falls back, kicking Vargas in the air!! Vargas flips over and lands on his back in the center of the ring as the fans cheer, rallying behind Xavier~
Smith: He is a fan favorite
Hood: All of Chad Vargas opponents are fan favorites
Smith: Indeed!
~Xavier heads for the nearest corner and climbs to the top, waiting on Vargas to return to his feet. Vargas does and Xavier leaps off for a Missile Dropkick. Vargas catches Xavier’s legs, though, falls back and catapults Xavier into the ropes! Xavier goes over the top rope and crashes onto the floor, roughly as Vargas gets to his feet and checks his mouth for any traces of blood~
Smith: Jason Xavier got off to a terrific start but now things aren’t looking as good
Hood: See? He’s not a TRUE High Flyer…guy goes to the top rope and fucks up
Smith: It could have happened to anyone
Hood: It didn’t happen to anyone, it happened to Jason Xavier…our ‘High Flyer’
~Vargas heads outside as Xavier is now on his feet…Xavier throws a punch at Vargas, but Vargas blocks it and he smashes Xavier head first into the apron!! Vargas then rolls Xavier back into the ring. Vargas climbs up onto the apron…Xavier gets to his feet and he goes to spear Vargas…Vargas, though, sidesteps the spear and he hooks Xavier’s head! He turns Xavier over and drills him in the chest with an elbow~
Smith: Ouch, that will stymie his breathing
Hood: Oh no, if he can’t breathe, how can he high fly?
Smith: Will you give it a rest??
Hood: I will not be silenced!
~Vargas yanks Xavier to his feet after climbing through the ropes, re-entering into the ring. He grabs Xavier by the hair and drops him to the mat with The Stroke!! Vargas goes for the pin as Gruff makes the count~
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~The bell rings as Gruff raises Vargas hand in victory~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…CHAD VARGAS!!!!!
Smith: Impressive win by Chad Vargas!
Hood: Somehow, someway he was able to ground the high flying Jason Xavier
Smith: Ugh, whatever…
~Smart Went Crazy begins to play and Bob Grenier arrogantly walks to the ring to a nice ovation, giving Chad Vargas no time to celebrate his victory. Half way down the aisle Treat Cassidy tries to persuade Bob from getting in the ring, he just smiles as Treat, shrugs his shoulders and continues on his way, Chad Vargas kicks the bottom rope in anger and Cassidy runs to the ring to try and calm him down. Bob is grinning as he asks for a microphone. He attempts to hand it to Vargas and then playfully takes it away, which makes Vargas angry, Treat Cassidy holds Vargas in the corner as Bob begins to speak~
Bob: Now that filler portion of the evening has been completed... I thought I'd address the elephant in the room...
~Cassidy and Vargas are in the corner having a heated discussion. Bob continues to speak~
Bob: There is no way in hell I am going to let Operation Zero occupy every spot in the main event at Sinful Nature. Over my bloated lifeless corpse will I let that happen.
~This statement catches the interest of both Cassidy and Vargas, the stop talking and turn to Bob. Cassidy looks at Vargas and touches his nose~
Bob: Quite frankly, I don't see anybody in the back with the guts, with the ability to step up and take out this machine, of which I'm pretty sure our esteemed President is apart, along with half the fucking roster. There are title opportunities still available, spots in the main up for grabs and you are looking at the guys who are going to fucking take them. Try and stop us. We are about to run through this entire fucking roster.
~The crowd cheers loudly and Bob leaves the ring, followed by Treat Cassidy, who catches up and pats him on the back. Vargas is in the ring and they shower him with boo's. Althought incredibly pissed off at having his time cut short he leaves the ring, Grenier and Cassidy stop and wait for him and they all leave together~
Smith: A very interesting relationship between these three…
Hood: Don’t call it that! It sounds gay
Smith: That’s what it is, a relationship
Hood: Nah man, call it like dissention in the ranks or maybe trouble in the club…trub in the club
Smith: That is utterly retarded
Hood: Hey, I thought it had a nice ring to it
Smith: Whatever…let’s head down to ringside for our next match
~Skyes is already in the ring~
Belvedere: This match is scheduled for one fall…already in the ring, Hollywood Skyes!
~The lights of the arena go out. All that is seen is a small glow of light from the entrance ramp. ‘Eye Of The Tiger’ by Survivor starts to play over the PA system. A hooded figure walks on to the entrance ramp. The lights come back on as the hooded figure stands still on the stage. The hooded figure walks down to the ring slowly. He gets into the ring and stands in the centre of it. He slowly removes the hood and shows his hideous scars throughout the arena. 'Eye Of The Tiger' by Survivor stops playing as PerZag walks over to a corner in the ring and crouches down near it.~
Belvedere: And his opponent, from Benalla, standing 6’5 and weighing in at 216lbs…PerZag!!!
~Belvedere exits and sounds the bell~
Smith: PerZag with another match up tonight as he continues to tune up for Lurrr at Sinful Nature
Hood: Yea, that’s going to be a fucking war…this, not so much
Smith: Oh come on, let’s not assume too much…you never know
Hood: Oh no, we know
~PerZag turns his back on Skyes and offers a freebie to start things off, but turns around and levels him with a hard clothesline! Skyes hits the canvas hard, his neck snaps back and the back of his head smashes the canvas soon after. PerZag lifts his arms up slightly and looks out at the crowd with a smile as they boo him mercilessly! PerZag bounces off the ropes as Skyes slowly gets to his feet, hunched over. PerZag delivers a fame-ass-er putting Skyes down. PerZag attempts the pin~
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Kick Out!!
Smith: PerZag with a near fall…off to a good start
Hood: Props to Skyes for kicking out…showed a little life
Smith: Indeed!
~PerZag pulls Skyes off the mat and looks over at the referee only to tell him Skyes is not worthy to be put down so quickly. PerZag applies a sleeper hold to Skyes. Not a lot of seconds go by before the referee is raising the arm of Skyes because he just looks out of it if not completely passed out~
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No!!
Smith: We almost had a decision by KO!
Hood: I wish we would have…those never happen
Smith: Indeed!
~PerZag relinquishes the sleeper hold and once again, after sitting up on his knees, tells the referee Skyes is UNWORTHY to fall asleep so early on. PerZag makes himself comfortable in the corner and watches Skyes slowly begin to stir. The referee looks ready to start his ten count, but walks over when PerZag calls him over to tell him he’s not a worthy referee, especially to referee one of HIS matches. The crowd boos, but then cheer as Hollywood Skyes is back on his feet and ready to try all of this again. PerZag perfectly dismounts from the corner he’s relaxing in and steps in and takes several right hands purposely from Skyes and actually lets the last one put him down on the canvas. Hollywood Skyes attempts the cover, but PerZag bench presses him up and then sits up. PerZag drops Skyes behind him and lays back down making his own pin~
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Kick Out!!
Smith: Another near fall!
Hood: Just stay down, Skyes…stay down before your manhood is taken
Smith: There’s more pride in kicking out than laying down
Hood: Not if you totally suck
~PerZag sits up and shakes his head at the referee like he should have known better. Once again PerZag makes himself comfortable in the corner as the crowd continues to boo him no matter how impressive his in-ring work is because he could end this anytime, but he chooses to show off and rub salt in the wounds of Hollywood Skyes rather than just do his thing and head to the showers. Skyes ceases his moment though and shows PerZag shouldn’t take him lightly as he races over and shoves him off of his relaxation pose in the corner up on the ropes. PerZag hits the ground hard! Skyes rolls out of the ring and immediately goes to work on PerZag, the fans are behind him wanting the current OCW Internet Champion put out of his misery and made to look a fool. Skyes measures up PerZag and then dropkicks him into the steel steps when the moment is right! Skyes quickly gets PerZag back into the ring and makes a pin attempt of his own~
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Kick Out!!
Smith: How about that, huh?
Hood: PerZag is just being nice, allowing Skyes a chance to impress some average looking chick in the audience.
Smith: Lots of cuties here in New York, right?
Hood: Not at NYU…these chicks are fucking weird
~PerZag kicks out and rolls up to his feet looking very irritated, but Skyes runs in looking to put him right back down. PerZag lunges a boot into the stomach of Hollywood Skyes and shoves his head between his legs then delivers a hard power bomb with authority that could very well have snapped the poor guy from Hollywood in right in half! Zag yanks Skyes to his feet, hooks him and drops him with PerZag Perfection!! Gruff makes the count~
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~PerZag has his hand raised in victory as the bell sounds~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…PERZAG!!!!!
Smith: Impressive win for PerZag as continues his march towards Sinful Nature
Hood: Adios Hollywood Skyes…get lost
Smith: You might get your wish…well, let’s go backstage
~We cut backstage where Commissioner Richard, who is missing a good chunk of his hair via Arryk Rage, is signing an official OCW document. Dean walks in, catching Richard in the act~
Dean: What are you doing, sucka??
~Richard doesn’t answer, looking a bit sheepish. Dean snatches the document and reads it~
Dean: Are you serious? You just signed Arryk Rage into a LightWeight Title match at Sinful Nature against Dangerous Dan? What the fuck!
~Richard does some kind of sign language that Dean, fortunately, understands~
Dean: So, you think because he was able to beat you…our commissioner, that entitled him to a shot at Dan’s title? Richard, what did I tell you…I told you not to make any matches without my authorization! Arryk Rage has only had one match in like twenty years and now he’s in a title match? Man, get out of here sucka!
~Richard rushes out of Dean’s office as he stares at the contract~
Dean: Well, I can’t take him out…so, I guess we’ll have to find a third person and make it a Triple Threat.
~We cut back to ringside~
Smith: And the dangers of having Richard as commish are beginning to rear their ugly head.
Hood: What are you talking about? I think that’s a great move
Smith: It will be interesting to see who Dean throws in their as the third participant
Hood: Bifford?
Smith: It’s a LightWeight Title match, Hood…so doubtful
Hood: True, never can rule anything out around here.
Smith: Indeed…well, let’s get down to ringside for our next match!
~Typhoon Tiger is already in the ring~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall…introducing first, already in the ring…Typhoon Tiger!!
~Smart Went Crazy begins echoes throughout the arena and Bob Grenier makes his way out to a nice ovation. He slaps the hands of his fans while he mouths the words of the song to himself, about half way down the aisle he stops and looks up and throws both hands in the air in tribute to his deceased relatives. He looks directly into the OCW camera and then playfully turns it towards the audience before he slides under the bottom rope. The fans continue to cheer as he sit's on the top turnbuckle silently awaiting his opponent.~
Belvedere: And his opponent, from Timmins, Ontario, Canada…standing 6’2 and weighing in at 222lbs…Bob Grenier!!
~The bell sounds after Belvedere exits the ring~
Smith: Grenier looking for a much needed singles victory
Hood: Typhoon Tiger really makes no sense to me
Smith: You’re not the only one
Hood: Like, what’s so ‘tiger’ about him? I don’t get it…maybe it’s something really awesome like a tiger tattoo on his dick
Smith: Hopefully we never find that out
~Grenier offers a hand to Typhoon and the two circle one another around the ring before tying up after the shake. Grenier takes Typhoon into a side wristlock and follows that up with a hammerlock. Grenier jumps into a side headlock and works that for a little longer than the other two holds before delivering a snap mare followed up by a dropkick to the back of the head! Grenier rolls up to his feet and holds his arms out and bent up at the elbow while walking around the ring a little proud of his ring work there. Grenier backs into the corner and measures Typhoon up, who is just starting to get back to his feet. Grenier runs in and Typhoon looks to deliver an arm drag and does, but Grenier lands on his feet and delivers an arm drag of his own. Typhoon rolls back to his feet fairly quickly and walks right into a dragon whip! Grenier sits Typhoon up and applies a chin lock with his knee wedged between his shoulder blades. Typhoon looks almost ready to tap out, but Grenier springs up and then dropkicks Typhoon in the back! Typhoon whips back hard against the canvas! Grenier makes the pin attempt~
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Kick Out!!
Smith: Typhoon Tiger narrowly escapes defeat!
Hood: A roaring kick out!
Smith: Stop
Hood: Dude, I’m just trying to correlate Tiger with this guy
~Typhoon manages to kick out before the count of three. Grenier looks at the referee, a little upset he didn’t get the win right there, but goes back on the assault. Grenier pounces his side on top of Typhoon and looks like he’s going to apply some headlock, but just cradles Typhoon’s head with one arm and punches it with the other instead. The two make a circle around the ring. Typhoon trying to escape the onslaught and Grenier not wanting him to escape and to keep taking these stiff shots. Grenier eventually rips himself away and violently rolls up to his feet and stomps them on the canvas ready for his next offensive maneuver. Typhoon is checked on by the referee as he has been busted open with the fierce punches of Bob Grenier and that whole cradling of the head may have made them hurt more. Grenier shakes his hand as it might be a little numb or sore. Grenier closes in on Typhoon, who falls against the ropes. Typhoon drops down taking the top rope with him. Grenier folds over the top rope and Typhoon gets up and shoves Grenier all the way down to the outside hoping that allows him sometime to recuperate and get himself ready for the next wave so he is ready to not get brutalized. Typhoon walks across the ring and falls against the ropes. Typhoon takes a moment to catch his breath and pull himself together while Grenier regroups on the outside~
Smith: A slight break in the action, both men catching their breath
Hood: He’s white…so, like an albino tiger?
Smith: I really have no idea
Hood: There’s got to be something that links him to a tiger!
~Bob slides back into the ring and Typhoon dives on top of him immediately delivering an onslaught of forearm strikes across Grenier’s back. Grenier fights his way to his feet, but Typhoon does not let up one-inch! Grenier shoves Typhoon back towards the middle of the ring and then steps in. Grenier jumps up and dips his head under Typhoon’s arm and delivers a quick suplex! Grenier rolls up to his feet quickly and wraps Typhoon up with a waist lock that turns into a German Suplex! Grenier bridges up his back and makes the pin attempt~
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Kick Out!!
Smith: Another Tiger kick out
Hood: I would say ‘eye of the tiger’ but that’s PerZag’s theme
Smith: Yes, that is a fact
~Typhoon manages to kick out much to the chagrin of Grenier, who does not lose his cool just goes back on the assault. Grenier is pulled off his ravenous biting and fish-hooking onslaught and regains his composure and looks ready to end this once and for all! He grabs Tiger by the throat, lifts him up and drops him the Hollinger Park Hangman!! He goes for the pin~
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3!!!
~The bell rings as Grenier’s arm is raised in victory~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…BOB GRENIER!!!!!
Smith: Impressive win by Bob Grenier
Hood: No Typhoon…no tiger…the guy is a total fraud!
~Immiedately following Greiners victory, not even two seconds after the referees hand hits the mat for the third time, Lynyrd Skynyrd's "Needle and the Spoon" blasts over the sound system as Chad Vargas emerges from the back, walking to the ring hastily microphone in hand~
Vargas: Congradulations Greiner. You laid a whooping to an 80 year old man. Big fuckin deal. Cassidy represents the both of us and thats fine whatever, but I aint got no plans for Sinful Nature and neither do you - I'm challenging you right here and now to a Tennessee Street Fight, no rules. Dean, if youre listening from your ivory tower in the back cmon down and make this official, that is - if Greiner is man enough.
~Vargas and Greiner glare each other, you could cut the tension with a knife. The two exchange mouthed obscentities, Vargas takes a few steps closer to the ring as Bob urges him to step up. Treat Cassidy climbs into the ring with Bob and tries to settle him down all the while telling Vargas to save it for the PPV. Vargas and Greiner still keep up the intensity as they await word from President Dean~
Smith: Wow, what a challenge!
Hood: So much for unity
Smith: Who do you think would win a match between these two?
Hood: I have to say Vargas because he’s awesome
Smith: Well Grenier is tough…the only question now is whether or not Dean okays it
Hood: I don’t know why he wouldn’t
Smith: I guess we’ll have to wait to find out…in the meantime, it’s Southern Title time…in the form of our Southern Champion taking on Crazy Chris…if Chris wins, he gets a title shot.
Hood: Alright, let’s get to it!
Belvedere: This match is scheduled for one fall and if Crazy Chris wins, he will receive a shot at the OCW Southern Title at next week’s Massacre!
~”Demons” by Imagine Dragons starts to play as the fans cheer when they see Crazy Chris rush down to the ring. He slides in and hops around, ready for his match~
Belvedere: Introducing first, from Smithville, Tennessee…standing 6’0 tall and weighing in at 228lbs…Crazy Chris!!
~”Dangerous” by Within Temptation hits as the fans give a mixed reaction for the OCW Southern Champion, Pryde. Pryde reaches the ring, climbs in and is ready for the match~
Belvedere: And his opponent, from Parts Unknown, standing 5’8 and weighing in at 200lbs…he is the OCW Southern Champion….Pryde!!
~Belvedere exits and rings the bell~
Smith: Big opportunity here for Chris if he can defeat Pryde
Hood: Oh yea, but I don’t think that’s going to happen
Smith: And why’s that?
Hood: Because Pryde never loses
Smith: There’s always a first time for everything
Hood: You mean like fire breathing unicorns?
Smith: Well, okay, maybe not everything
Hood: Exactly, Pryde wins
~Chris goes to lock up with Pryde, but Pryde kicks Chris in the gut! Chris doubles over as Pryde aggressively grabs Chris and tosses him headfirst into the nearest corner. Chris head and shoulder slam into the middle turnbuckle. Pryde then hooks Chris around his waist, lifts him up and drills him into the mat with a Release German Suplex~
Smith: Fast start by Pryde
Hood: It’s not every day Pryde faces the man in the mirror
Smith: Huh
Hood: Both guys wear masks
Smith: Totally different masks
~Pryde lifts Chris to his feet and whips him into the ropes, Chris bounces off and Pryde goes for a spinning wheel kick but Chris ducks and quickly rolls Pryde up~
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Kick out!!
Smith: Close call there as Chris surprised Pryde with that pin attempt
Hood: How can you tell these two apart?
Smith: Easy, one mask has like spikes or whatever…the other has like dreads
Hood: I’m so confused…so is one guy like a dinosaur and the other is Bob Marley?
Smith: Whatever works
~Back on his feet, Pryde throws a kick and nails Chris in the head! Chris falls back into the ropes, Pryde grabs Chris and he whips him off the ropes, across the ring. Chris bounces off the ropes again as Pryde leaps in the air for a Lou Thesz Press. Chris catches Pryde and drops him with a spinebuster before heading for the top rope~
Smith: Nice reversal by Crazy Chris…he seems to consistently be one step ahead of Pryde
Hood: Okay, so the guy on the mat is Pryde
Smith: YES
Hood: Just checking…chill, man
~Chris reaches the top and looks down at Pryde. Pryde is on all fours as he scurries for the ropes and shakes them...Chris loses his balance and gets crotched on the top!! Pryde gets to his feet and climbs to the top rope, he then lifts Chris up and drops him to the mat with a Superplex!! Pryde heads back for the corner~
Smith: Nice move by Pryde, Chris is in trouble
Hood: I’d say so…I can’t believe Chris cheated though by grabbing those ropes
Smith: That was Pryde
Hood: Oh
~Pryde reaches the top and looks down at Chris who is on his feet staggering around. Pryde leaps off with a front flip into a huricanrana pin!! Gruff makes the count~
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~The bell rings as Pryde’s hand is raised in victory~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…the OCW Southern Champion…PRYDE!!!!!
Smith: Excellent win by Pryde, depriving Crazy Chris of a Southern Title shot next week
Hood: Sweet! Pryde won, I told ya! He will never lose!
Smith: Well, you were right on this evening
Hood: Just like every evening ever
~As Crazy Chris departs, Pryde stays in the ring. He is pacing around, the action having not quenched the rage that’s boiling within him. He leans out of the ring and signals to the guys on the outside, demanding a mic~
Smith: Here’s a rare occasion, Pryde is going to speak on his own!
Hood: I’m sure Scott is watching from the back to see if Operation Zero needs to join him.
~The crowd is pretty split on Pryde at the moment, some cheering and some booing. They all start to quiet down, though, as Pryde raises the mic up~
Pryde: When I first came to OCW, my goal was simple. Win the gold, defend the gold, and be the best in the world. The first two goals, I have accomplished. But apparently in your eyes, I have not succeeded in the third.
~There are some boos from the crowd, but Pryde ignores them~
Pryde: When I won the OCW Southern Championship, I took it out of the grasp of a Hall of Famer. Since then, I have faced all manner of challengers, and none have been able to take this title from me in the past three months. And yet all anyone ever wants to talk about is the Central Championship.
Hood: I can see where he’s going with this.
Smith: Shush! Let the man speak!
Hood: Did you just shush me??
Pryde: What is the fascination with the Central Title? Is it because the damn thing is like a reality show? How many times can a title be just handed to someone before you guys wake up and realize it shouldn’t be worth shit?
~This gathers a few more boos, as the fans realize that they’re being cast in a negative light. But Pryde’s frustration won’t let him stop~
Pryde: No matter what I do, it seems like my championship is always made to look weak. Here we are, only two weeks away from Sinful Nature, the biggest event on OCW’s calendar. Everyone knows that the Central Title will be defended between Danny B and Mia Stone, that is, unless Danny B quits and hands the belt over to Scoot Time or something. I’m sure you guys would love that.
~A small “Scoot Time” chant breaks out, apparently confirming Pryde’s statement~
Pryde: But the Southern Title? No one announced yet. No clue as to who I will be fighting to try to get to final unification match. Where the hell is the respect? What the fuck do I have to do to earn what I rightfully deserve?
Smith: Pryde is a bit delusional right now. The guy has more than shown what a great wrestler he is. People were already putting him on a Hall of Fame ballot last month.
Hood: So why isn’t Dean supporting him by scheduling him an opponent? Sounds like Dean and Pryde still have problems to work out.
Smith: And why couldn’t Pryde find his own opponent?
Hood: I think that’s why he’s out here.
~Pryde moves to the corner, looking back down the aisle towards the backstage area. He raises the Southern Title in his right hand, showing it to the world~
Pryde: I’m defending this championship one more time before it gets unified with all the others. And damn it, it is going to be defended against the best competition in the world! So I’m sending this out to the back, if you want a shot, get out here and show that you have some guts!
~The crowd stirs, giving a cheer at the open challenge. They all look towards the back to see who will come out~
Smith: Who’s it going to be?
~”In Too Deep” by Sum 41 hits. The crowd reacts, some cheering and some just shaking their heads, as Commissioner Richard makes his way out~
Smith: Richard is accepting the challenge??
Hood: I guess getting beat up by Arryk Rage earlier wasn’t enough for the man!
Smith: I don’t think this is what Pryde had in mind.
Hood: What? Richard’s a former #1 contender, and as the Commissioner, I’m sure he could add a lot to this match to make it more fan-friendly!
~Richard gets to the ring and slides in, with Pryde staring at him. Richard takes to the turnbuckle, only going up one rung before pointing out to the fans. He gets back down and extends a hand towards Pryde, looking for the handshake to accept the challenge. Pryde looks at the hand, looks at Richard, and then snaps out a superkick, smashing Richard to the ground! Pryde then starts kicking at Richard repeatedly, as the crowd starts booing the assault~
Hood: Commissioner down!
Smith: Pryde’s losing it! The guy’s just been through too much lately!
~Pryde finishes kicking Richard out of the ring, leaving him in a pile outside. Officials come in to help the man, as Pryde goes to pick up the mic again~
Pryde: I said I want the best competition, not a fucking loser! Is there nobody out there who’s worthy of fighting me?
~Suddenly, the crowd is reacting, as a man can be seen coming through the audience and hoping over the guard-rail. The face-paint makes it obvious who it is, as The Lost Soul approaches the ring!~
Hood: The Lost Soul is here!
Smith: I thought he was gone after that beating Mark Storm gave him?
Hood: Nope, he was just waiting his opportunity and now Pryde’s given it to him!
Smith: Or maybe not!
~As The Lost Soul reaches the apron, Pryde flies through the ropes with a spear, sending both to the outside. Pryde immediately gets up and grabs a chair from ringside, turning around and pounding on The Lost Soul’s back! With The Lost Soul down, Pryde heads back into the ring, taking the chair with him. He sets it up, although it doesn’t sit evenly now after the abuse it just took, and sits on it~
Pryde: You think I’m fucking around here, Dean? You think this is all a joke? I’m not leaving this ring until someone who deserves the title shot gets out here! Or do you not have anyone who’s got the guts?
Hood: Pryde’s having a sit-down protest!
Smith: I don’t know if anyone else will be willing to come out after the beatings that Pryde has delivered. He’s left two men in pretty bad shape so far.
Pryde: Well? As my friend PerZag would say, who is worthy? Who fucking deserves it? Or are you all cowards?
~The fans boo, watching as The Lost Soul is loaded onto a stretcher and Richard is slowly helped to the back. Pryde doesn’t care, he’s too enraged at what he sees as the lack of respect towards him and his title. Just as the stretcher reaches the backstage entrance, music starts again. This time, it’s “Extreme” by Valora. The fans rise to their feet as one-half of the OCW Tag-Team Champions, Amber Ryan, steps out!~
Hood: Now business is about to pick up!
Smith: Amber Ryan, the current Tag-Team Champion with Danny B, a CWF Hall of Famer, and the longest reigning GWR Revolution Champion in history! But will Pryde see her as worthy?
~Amber looks at the two men being helped past her to the back, and then faces the ring, mic in hand~
Amber: ... Well isn't this just a sight. Another guy with an obvious chip on his shoulder chucking a tantrum cause he's not getting his own way...
Not like we've seen it all before or anything...
~Amber shrugs as the crowd pops briefly, cocking her head slightly to one side as if waiting for a reaction from Pryde who doesn't oblige.~
Amber: Honestly though- I do see where your coming from being a southern gal and all. You've earned respect that's obviously not been given in direct proportion to your achievements.
What's new around here...
~Another brief pop acknowledged is acknowledged with a smirk.~
Amber: Now here's the problem- you're out here proclaiming this open challenge to a locker room of people who can barely rub two fucks together on any given day.
Luckily for you, I happen to have a solution...
~Amber clears her throat in some form of official capacity, still illicit ing no reaction from the Southern Champion.~
Amber: It's simple enough for even you to understand darl, you want to defend at Sinful Nature and I happen to have a convenient gap in my diary on that date so how about we make something happen.
If, of course, I'm considered challenger enough...
~As Ryan finishes, she drops the mic and steps towards Pryde, with the two having a stare down. The fans love it, cheering the intensity between the two star wrestlers. After a few more seconds pass, Pryde slowly brings his own mic back up to his face, never letting his eyes leave Ryan’s. He waits a moment more before speaking again~
Pryde: I accept.
~The crowd cheers loudly, as the match has been made. Pryde releases the mic, letting it bounce on the ground. The two stare each other down for another minute, before Pryde takes a step forward. Ryan watches him close, but Pryde doesn’t attack. He raises the Southern Championship between them, showing it to Ryan, before turning and walking to the ropes, stepping out and leaving the ring. The crowd is pumped at the energy in the arena, with Ryan watching Pryde depart~
Smith: I guess that makes it official! It’s going to be Pryde vs. Amber Ryan for the OCW Southern Title at Sinful Nature!
Hood: That’s going to be a hell of a good match! I tell you, Pryde always delivers! He made sure we had a contest that everyone will be talking about!
Smith: But did he bite off more than he could chew? Ryan might be the best competition Pryde will have faced in OCW. Can she be the one who puts the first blemish on his record and stops him from being in the unification match?
Hood: I wouldn’t bet against her…especially because if I did, you’d tell her and then I’d have that lunatic red head coming after me.
Smith: Oh and here I thought you wouldn’t bet against her due to the talent she possesses
Hood: To be honest, she hardly wrestles and, when she does, Danny B carries her, so I’m not sure how good she is
Smith: That is totally inaccurate!
Hood: I don’t think so
Smith: Of course a warped mind thinks warped thoughts are accurate…sheesh…speaking of Danny B…his match is next.
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall and if Ana Archia wins, she will be added to the Central Title Match at Sinful Nature.
~"Daughters of Darkness" picks up and the fans burst into chanting "ANA! ANA! ANA!" over and over again. Ana gets lost in the black curtain and eventually fires herself out and jumps forward shouting "CANNONBALL" while tucking her legs. She comes down to the entrance ramp and lands on her feet throwing out her arms then throwing up her arms one after the other in her way of psyching up the crowd and herself. She rolls under the bottom rope and does a little shuffle dance. She walks over to the side of the ring and kicks up to the top rope and sits there looking out at the fans and back towards whoever is in the ring. Her friend Serena Ransolver follows along behind her making sure to leave plenty of room so not to wind up as collateral damage.~
Belvedere: Introducing first, from The Bookstore, standing 5’2 and weighing in at 103lbs…Ana Archia!!
“Come to me, Ravenheart, messenger of evil…”
~The opening tones of Xandria’s Ravenheart blare through the NYU gymnasium, and the cheers start to pour in for Danny B as he steps out from behind the curtain. His usual all black attire has been replaced with white, and his face tonight sports stars and stripes face paint. He stands at the by the curtain, his championships slung over his shoulders, soaking in the reaction from the crowd~
Belevdere: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is scheduled for one fall, and if Ana Archia should win, she will be entered into the Central Championship match at Sinful Nature. Introducing first, now residing in Miami, Florida, weighing in at two hundred and one pounds, he is one half of the OCW Tag Team champions, and the new OCW Central Champion, “The Ripper”, Danny B!
~Danny makes his way to the ring, slapping hands as he goes. As he reaches ringside, he lays both titles inside the ring, climbs up on the apron, faces out to the crowd and lets out a primal scream before falling backwards over the ropes and into the ring, collecting a microphone before bending down to pick up his gold~
Danny: Hello New York!
~The cheap pop gets the reaction it deserves, the crowd cheering for their home city~
Danny: First of all, some of you may have remembered that I am English, but this get up is for the USA tonight in the world cup as they take on Ghana, let’s give it up for your boys!
~Again, the cheap tactics get what they deserve, the soccer fans in the audience erupt with applause~
Danny: Ladies and gentlemen, I come here tonight as your Central Champion, and I want to say what an honour it is to be so. I have fought tooth and nail in this company, and have risen through the ranks, taking on everyone that has been thrown at me in the process. So many thought that I couldn’t make it, that I wouldn’t, but tonight, I stand here as living proof that hard work and dedication can come to something, that if you just hold on, and wait your turn, it will come around.
Tonight, I take on Ana Archia, with a spot in my title defense at Sinful Nature in the balance. Ana is tough, and many will say it is she that lead me to this chance, that she should get the opportunity to prove that she is championship material. You know what? I respect that, so let’s bring her out here and prove just what she is made of!
~Ripper hands the mic and the championships to the referee, and leans back into a corner, limbering up ready for his match as the bell sounds~
Smith: Danny B exuding some confidence tonight
Hood: Ugh, he likes soccer
Smith: So?
Hood: He WOULD like soccer, damn brit
Smith: Okay, that’s enough
~Archia goes right after Danny, leaping into the air and jumping onto his back as he had turned, looking at something outside the ring. She locks in a sleeper and starts to bite on his ear as Gruff rushes in, administering a count. Archia stops biting but keeps the sleeper hold attached as Danny looks around, trying to figure out a way to break this. Ana knees him in the kidney a few times before his legs weaken. She gets to her feet and pulls him backwards, holding onto the sleeper and then drops him to the mat with the hold applied! Danny lands hard and grabs his neck in pain~
Smith: Creative move by Ana
Hood: She’s a biter!
Smith: Apparently so
Hood: At least it was only an ear; those aren’t really that useful anyway
Smith: Excuse me?
~Ana runs into the ropes, bounces off and drops a leg across Danny’s neck. She then stands and leaps into the air with a standing moonsault, executing it perfectly! She goes for a pin as Gruff makes the count~
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Kick Out!!
Smith: Kick out by our Central Champion
Hood: Guy doesn’t want to lose his first match as champ
Smith: Would not be a great start, that’s for sure
Hood: Especially to the bookstore bitch
Smith: A new pet name?
Hood: Damn straight
~Ana hops back to her feet and runs into the nearest corner. She climbs to the top as Danny rolls over on all fours and slowly makes it to his feet. Ana leaps off and connects with a crossbody!! She falls on top of Danny and hooks both legs as Scruff slides in to count~
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Kick Out!!
Smith: Ana is throwing everything she’s got at Danny B
Hood: Mr. All American British Face Paint Guy is in trouble
Smith: Indeed!
~Ana stands back, looking to drop kick Danny in the midsection, the same move she used to take Ian out. She goes for it, but Danny moves out of the way and Ana hits hard!! Danny starts to stomp on Ana’s body, keeping her grounded for the time being~
Smith: Well, she went for that finisher of hers and it didn’t quite work out
Hood: Pretty lame finisher
Smith: I’ve seen worse
Hood: Like what?
Smith: I’m pretty sure someone had an eye gouge before
Hood: Oh yea, that is pretty bad…what was he like an evil optometrist?
Smith: No
~Danny yanks Ana to her feet and whips her into the ropes, Ana bounces off and Danny goes for his spear…but Ana leapfrogs Danny and runs back into the ropes, bouncing off. Danny catches her, though, with a superkick!! Ana falls to the mat as Danny goes for the pin~
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Kick Out!!
Smith: Nice kick out by Ana after being on the receiving end of a vicious superkick
Hood: I hope he broke her damn jaw!
Smith: What a terrible thing to say
Hood: Nothing can be too terrible when talking about Ana Archia
~Danny gets back to his feet and he pulls Ana to hers. Ana knees him in the gut out of nowhere and whips him towards the corner but Danny reverses and he throws Ana front first into the corner, sprinting behind her. Ana stops short and grabs the top rope, looking to springboard over Danny…as she’s in the air, Danny grabs her head and drops her to the mat with the RKS!! The crowd cheers loudly as Danny rolls her over and goes for the pin~
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3!!!
~The bell rings as Danny is announced the winner~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…The OCW Central Champion… “THE RIPPER” DANNY B!!!!!
Smith: Wow! Out of nowhere!
Hood: Damn straight it was
Smith: Mia Stone had better take notes…with the Spear and RKS, Danny B can win a match at any time
Hood: He just needs to fix his face paint…no more soccer tributes.
Smith: Whatever….let’s head backstage
~We cut backstage where Dean is talking with Treat Cassidy~
Treat Cassidy: So, what do you say?
Dean: Tell ya what, sucka…and this is strictly due to the effort both men put forth at Clash at the Coast. This has nothing to do with you attempting to gain sway or talk me into something. I’ll book these two at Sinful Nature and I know just the type of environment
Treat Cassidy: Oh yea? What’s that…
Dean: We’re basically losing three titles at Sinful Nature…so I think it’s time to bring back the OCW Hardcore Title. What better way to have it return than by being up for grabs in a Hardcore bout between Chad Vargas and Bob Grenier…they can finish what they started at Clash and we can truly see who the better man is.
Treat Cassidy: They will not disappoint.
Dean: Oh, I know they won’t…just hope you are able to keep things under control between now and Sunday, June 29th.
Treat Cassidy: I wouldn’t worry about that
Dean: Fair enough, sucka
~Cassidy exits as we cut back to ringside~
Smith: HUGE ANNOUNCEMENT!!
Hood: Stop yelling!!
Smith: The OCW Hardcore Title is back and it will be contested between Bob Grenier and Chad Vargas!
Hood: That’s going to be wild…especially in Fenway Park…okay, yea, that match is now the one I’m most looking forward to.
Smith: I’m still overly eager for the unification bout…but that match should be an excellent precursor
Hood: Uhh, yea, whatever the fuck that means
Smith: Alright, well its main event time as Itsumade and Mark Storm battle it out for the Internet Title
Hood: Let’s do it!
Mark Storm (6-0) vs. Itsumade (4-0)
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is now time for our main event…a singles match scheduled for one fall. The winner of this bout will be declared the New OCW Internet Champion!
~”You’re Not Here” by Akira Yamaoka starts to play as the fans stand and watch the current ‘Oh Shit’ contract holder, Itsumade, make his way to the ring~
Belvedere: Introducing first, from The Forests of Nara Prefecture, Japan…standing 5’7 and weighing in at 235lbs…Itsumade!!
~The lights in the arena engulf into darkness, as the eyes of the audience are now glued on the entrance ramp as they wait patiently for the arrival of Mark Storm. Playing through the PA System "Fly Away" by Lenny Kravitz, as pyrotechnics shoot up around the stage as the audience get up on their feet and cheer as emerging from the tunnel is Mark Storm who stands on the top of the entrance ramp. With a smirk on his face, the future of wrestling raises his arms up high in the air, embracing the love of the audience before making his way down to the entrance ramp~
I wish that I could fly
I'd fly above the trees
Oh I want to get away
~At this point, Storm has reached the bottom of the entrance ramp, after connecting with high fives with a few of the audience members by the ramp. He jumps onto the apron before entering the ring, immediately he hoists himself up onto the nearest turnbuckle, with his hands crossed together in an x position he raised his arms up in the air, glaring at the thousands in attendance holding their OCW merchandise and chanting his name. Storm jumps down from the top rope, licking his dry lips as he goes over to his corner clasping his hands together as he is prepared for action~
Belvedere: And his opponent, from Brooklyn, New York, standing 6’3 and weighing in at 225lbs…Mark Storm!!!
~Belvedere exits the ring as the bell sounds~
Smith: Folks, this was supposed to be a New York Street Fight, but I’ve been told that due to some issues with NYU and what they will and won’t allow in their building, OCW was unable to fulfill this match stipulation.
Hood: Fucking NYU brats…they can have people get murdered in Central Park but no New York Street Fight
Smith: I don’t think NYU owns Central Park
Hood: Well no shit, if they did it’d be lame as hell
~Itsumade and Storm lock up quickly. Storm nails Itsumade with a couple of forearm uppercuts, shoving him against the ropes. Storm steps back and delivers some knife edged chops into Itsumade’s chest before kneeing Itsumade in the gut and hooking his head. He quickly drops Itsumade to the mat with a DDT~
Smith: Fast start for Mark Storm, looking to avenge his tough loss at Clash at the Coast
Hood: Oh yea, forgot about that…
Smith: Indeed, if he wins tonight, I’d say that loss will be a distant memory for him
Hood: Something like that
~Storm yanks Itsumade to his feet and whips him into the nearest corner. Itsumade slams in and Storm rushes towards Itsumade, Itsumade kicks his feet up and drills Storm in the face!! Storm staggers back as Itsumade hops onto the second rope and leaps off with a flying back elbow, taking Storm to the mat~
Smith: Itsumade has now taken control
Hood: That didn’t take very long
Smith: Nope, perhaps he’s just got Mark Storm’s number
Hood: What number do you think that is? Fifteen? Thirty-Nine?
Smith: I have no idea
~Itsumade picks Storm up and he whips him into the corner, Storm crouches as he hits the corner, causing him to flip up and over, seated on the top rope. Itsumade rushes in and he delivers several forearm smashes into Storm’s back. Itsumade grabs Storm’s hair, as he’s seated on the top turnbuckle, hooks it under his arm and drops him with a Reverse DDT! Storm is left hanging upside down in the corner~
Smith: Ouch
Hood: Yea, that’s gonna leave a mark
Smith: Indeed
~Itsumade yanks Storm out of the corner and drags him into the center of the ring, where he’s laid out, on his back. Itsumade climbs the nearest corner, reaches the top and leaps off nailing Storm with Falcon Fire Splash (Corkscrew 450 with a pin). Gruff slides in for the count~
1!
2!
3!!!
~The bell rings as Gruff grabs the Internet Title and hands it to Itsumade~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…and NEW OCW INTERNET CHAMPION…ITSUMADE!!!!!
Smith: Itsumade did it! He’s the new Internet Champion
Hood: And the fucking guy still has his contract…pretty stout night for him
Smith: Indeed!! Well, what a night, folks…we are closing in on Sinful Nature as the picture continues to clear up…see ya next week!
~We end with a final shot of Itsumade celebrating his first singles title win in OCW. We fade to black~
Credit
Into the sky
So very high
Just like a dragonfly
Over the seas in all degrees
To anywhere I please
I want to fly away
Yeah yeah yeah
OOC: Alright, another one in the books…hope you guys enjoyed it. Review thread is on the OOC Board.
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