Live! From the Space Coast Stadium in Melbourne, Florida
Cassidy: When? An hour? Alright sounds good. I need someone I can trust to go in there and get his hands dirty every now and again. I knew you’d be the man for the job. Alright, see you then.
Cassidy ends the call and goes back to stuffing papers down the shredder. He gets the sudden feeling someone is watching him, as he looks up to see a man standing before him, wearing a three piece suit and slicked back hair.
Cassidy: What can I do for you?
???: I thought I would just come in and say hello.
The mystery man puts out his right hand, Cassidy decides not to take it.
Cassidy: And who are you exactly?
??? Oh my good man, I thought you would know, it's probably in one of those memos you are shredding. My name is Jack Kenny, I am the new Vice President of this here company.
Treat snears at this random idiot.
Cassidy: VP? Please, I just recently brought this company, I would remember hiring a Vice President, thanks for the offer, but no thanks. Now, get out.
Cassidy points at the door, Kenny doesn't move.
Kenny: Don't you think that you got a pretty sweet deal on this place? Did you think that it was because that OCW wasn't the biggest company out there? My good sir, you may know this business better than me, but you obviously don't know business. Before you brought your share in OCW, I was in talks with the former president, and I finalised a deal weeks ago, I now own forty percent of this company.
Cassidy starts shuffling through the remaining papers on his desk, coming across the deal signed with Dean, as he read over it his eyes widened in shock.
Cassidy: Well, there it is. Fine, you're our new VP, go find yourself an office and stay the hell out of my way.
Kenny: I shall, but if I were you I wouldn't be so quick to dismiss me, I have already invested a lot of money into upgrading the operation here, work with me, and we both benefit.
Guns ‘N Roses “Welcome to the Jungle” controls the sound waves, opening up the live Monday night Massacre show. The cameras pan the arena, the outdoor Space Coast Stadium in Melbourne, Florida is jam packed. Pyrotechnics blast off before the entrance ramp. Signs held high by OCW faithful, some signifying dissention other happiness. “Long Live the King! R.I.P. Dean” “Treat who?” “Thank U Danny B!” and the proverbial “Hi Mom”. The cameras finally found OCW commentators Smith and Hood, who have an announce table set up beside the ring. Both dressed down to enjoy the festivities in sunny Florida.
Smith: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Monday Night Massacre! As usual I'm Smith, and as usual he's Hood.
Hood: Yes I am, and what a start we just had. I thought enough had changed, but now we have a suit running around here as our Vice President!
Smith: It is certainly a twist, maybe this Vice President might actually do his job!
Hood: Are you seriously insulting Lurrr?
Smith: Well, all I'm saying is that the entire time he was Vice President, he never showed up here once. Just about managed it when he owned the place!
Hood: Fuck, I really have to work with you?
Smith: Maybe not for much longer, we know very little about Treat as it is, but we know nothing of this Jack Kenny guy.
Hood: Other than the fact he's some big wig suit you mean? That can't be good, I bet there's gonna be performance evaluations and drug tests now.
Smith: If that is the case, then it was nice knowing you.
Hood: Oh, give over, I'm worried for you, your performance out here is pitiful!
Smith: Indeed... well I’m not quite sure what to expect tonight. I am still in awe that Dean has left. What a travesty.
Hood: Get the fuck over it! Dean was cool, but Treat’s in charge now!
Smith: You’re just saying that because of the raises we got.
Hood: Maybe so, but I’m ready for a change!
Smith: Good looking card this evening though folks. Two title defenses and one battle royal. Let’s start off the action, shall we?
Before the match begins, the camera cuts to the backstage area. The camera shoes close up of Danny B's locker room door. The camera slowly cuts back, and you see some one down on one knee on the floor. The man looks back at the camera, revealing new comer Lukas Payne. He runs his hand along his beard, tugging it as he gets to the end, turning his attention back to the door. You hear a click, then a laugh, as the door swings open. Lukas creeps inside, slowly, the door slamming behind him and the camera man. He jumps slightly from the sound, turning around looking at the closed door. He chuckles a little then walks further into the room. The room is empty, besides a single duffel bag. Luke notices it and walks over, sitting down on a chair next to it. He looks around again, before slowly unzipping the bag. Leaning over it, he reaches inside, blocking the view from the camera. He looks up, a huge grin on his face. He quickly zips the bag up, throwing it over his shoulder as he proudly makes his way out of the locker room. As he leaves the door, Danny B is starting to come in, carrying a cup of hot coffee. Luke forcefully pushes The Ripper out of his way, and to the ground, spilling the coffee, covering Danny with the scolding hot beverage and catching him by surprise. Lukas takes off running down the hall, glancing back to make sure Danny isn't chasing him. The camera back to ringside where Belvedere is waiting in the ring.
Mr. Wrestling vs. Brandon Gateman vs. Luke Jameson vs. Drastik vs. Caution vs. Green Monster vs. Robert
As Massacre comes back from commercial break, Brandon Gateman, Luke Jameson and Drastik are already in the ring ready to go. Each trash talking the other a little bit.
Belvedere: Ladies and gentleman combatant number four, from Brooklyn, New York weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds he is… CAUTION!
“Hard Working Man” by Brooks ‘N Dunn plays across the sound system as Caution emerges from the back, wearing MMA style boxing gloves, black jean shorts, and a wife beater topped off with a yellow hardhat adorning his head. He walks down the aisle with mixed reaction from the sold out crowd. He jumps into the ring, rips his hard hat off and without hesitation belts Drastik in the face with his hart hat blooding his nose. Drastik falls into the corner, Gateman sees this and jumps in and starts helping Caution with Drastik as the two kick him in the mid section. Caution quickly becomes irritated and shoves him out of the way, directly into Jameson as those two began to exchange blows.
Smith: This old boy can fight!
Hood: He looks like the homeless beggar I told to fuck off on my way in to the stadium this evening.
Smith: A man who knows the value of hard work such as this guy would never be homeless!
Caution picks up Drastik and drops him to the mat with a standing butterfly suplex, and quickly covers Drastik. The ref tries to explain to him that it’s an over the top battle royal, meaning you’ve got to throw your opponent out of the ring, Caution doesn’t understand however, amongst the confusion Gateman and Jameson rush over and two on one the old man with kicks to the head, putting him to his stomach.
Belvedere: Ladies and gentleman combatant number four, from Charlotte, North Carolina weighing in at two hundred and twenty five pounds he is… MR. WRESTLING!
"Heart of Courage" blasts on the PA system as the arena goes dark. After a few seconds a single bright, white light illuminates the entrance stage and Mr. Wrestling is down on one knee. Mr. Wrestling holds the Mr. Wrestling legacy mask up in the air and pyros start erupting behind Mr. Wrestling. Mr. Wrestling gets up and makes his way to the ring, making sure to slap as many of the fans hands as he can. Mr. Wrestling climbs the ring steps and enters the ring. Mr. Wrestling places the legacy mask on one of the ring posts. Mr. Wrestling reaches behind his back under his robe and removes another Mr. Wrestling mask. Mr. Wrestling exits the ring and places the mask on a young fan in the crowd. Mr. Wrestling re-enters the ring and removes his robe. Mr. Wrestling climbs the corner where the legacy mask is. Mr. Wrestling holds his arms up and out, soaking in the admiration of the fans. Mr. Wrestling then turns, off the top turnbuckle, jumping off he connects a leg drop on both Gateman and Jameson, getting them off of the fallen Caution. Caution gets to his feet a bit dazed. He and Mr. Wrestling work together, Caution grabs Jameson and Mr. Wrestling grabs Gateman, they sling them into the ropes, only to be met with full steam ahead set of clotheslines from Caution and Mr. Wrestling, dropping them out of the ring.
Belvedere: Brandon Gateman and Luke Jameson have been eliminated!
Smith: Caution is really taking control of this match!
Hood: There’s no talent! What do you expect? Look at Drastik he’s still laying there in his own blood.
Smith: I’m sure a hard hat shot to the head would lay you out too.
Hood: Not me, no fuckin’ way!
Belvedere: Ladies and gentlemen combatant number five, from Boston, Massachusetts weighing in at three hundred and thirty three pounds, he is THE GREEN MONSTER!
“Tessie” by the Dropkick Murphys hits the sound system as The Green Monster walks out to the ring to a series of cheers. Mr. Wrestling adverts his attention to the other masked wrestler. Green Monster runs down the ramp and climbs into the ring and immediately goes after Mr. Wrestling leaving Caution alone with Drastik. There’s a commotion outside of the ring as a black man with a tight afro and another man dressed in a Green mask with a sheet over his shoulders pick a fight with Gateman and Jameson on the outside. The black man back hands Jameson in the face with a 40oz bottle of Colt 45, empty of course, as the remainder of the colt 45 is in this man’s gut. The guy in green picks up Jameson and drops him with a powerbomb onto the hard ground below. Caution sees this and grabs Drastik by the pants, having had enough of beating on him, he throws him over the top rope without much hesitation. Outside at ringside the black man picks Drastik up to his feet just to bitchslap him back down. The guy in green smiles and proceeds to pull out his pecker from under his tights and urinates on Drastik as he lies helplessly on the ground! The green masked man and the black guy exchange a high five and sit back down to watch the rest of the match as if nothing happened. Back in the ring mammoth of a man, The Green Monster has Mr. Wrestling picked up by the throat, ready to lay him down with a choke slam, Caution baseball slides Green Monster’s legs, as he trips backwards he drops Mr. Wrestling. Green Monster leans onto the ropes as Mr. Wrestling gets back to his own feet and drops him with a high knee. Caution comes from behind with a shoulder block to Mr. Wrestling’s back.
Smith: Good God can you believe this!?
Hood: HAHAHAHAHAHA!
Smith: Someone have security escort these guys out of here!
Hood: I like their fuckin’ style!
Smith: I’m certain that’s newly signed Ike Turner and The Green Bastard. President Cassidy will hire anyone!
Hood: He…just…pissed… on that fucking guy! HAHAHAHA!
Belvedere: Ladies and gentleman the sixth and final combatant, from Mnooseville, weighing in at four hundred and ninety five pounds, he is… ROBERT!
Robert in all of his flabby glory struts down the aisle to a series of boos. Robert shakes back his hair seductively as he approaches the ring. Once to the ring, he climbs into the ring, straightening his tie he gets ready for business. Before he can do anything he’s met with a stiff right handed punch from Caution. Robert looks at him, tilts his head and snickers. Caution gets pissed and punches him again this time Robert is ready for it, and stops his punch with his hand. He grabs Caution’s hand and pulls Caution towards him and wraps his arms around him in a bear hug. Caution’s face tells the story he’s quickly losing his breath. Robert tightens the bear hug as Caution falls unconscious under the weight and power of the big man. Robert lets go of Caution as he slips lifelessly to the mat. He turns his attention to The Green Monster and Mr. Wrestling who have quite the battle ensuing. Robert decides to watch the battle and let them exhaust one another, now that he’s disposed of Caution temporarily.
Hood: This fat fuck is so lazy! Look at him!
Smith: I can’t imagine the power he has though, look what he did to Caution! And Caution isn’t no little man!
Hood: Of course he’s got power he’s fucking 500lbs!
Smith: Quite the battle heating up between The Green Monster and Mr. Wrestling!
Mr. Wrestling has the better of the much bigger Green Monster as he whips him into the ropes, Green Monster tries to lay him down with a clothesline but Mr. Wrestling ducks him, Green Monster bounces back only to be laid down with a cross body by Mr. Wrestling! Mr. Wrestling picks up Green Monster, and with all his might picks him up all three hundred plus pounds of him, and drops him to the mat with a fisherman suplex. Robert looks on, and nods in approval. Robert slashes a finger across his throat, signifying it’s time to take him out. Mr. Wrestling nods, but not before he takes a few cheap shots on the downed Green Monster. Robert rushes over to Mr. Wrestling’s aid as the two start to drag him to the ropes. They stand him up and try to work him over the top rope. Green Monster fights it, but Robert puts the nail in the coffin with an elbow to the throat. Robert and Mr. Wrestling hike Green Monster up over the top rope and push him out of the ring! Mr. Wrestling raises his arms in the air as the crowd jeers, excited about his elimination, however his celebration is cut short as he forgets about Robert standing next to him. Robert belly bumps him into the corner, Mr. Wrestling doesn’t go down without a fight but Robert’s weight overpowers him. Mr. Wrestling is stuck in the corner. Robert smiles as he picks up the legacy mask from the top turnbuckle. He looks at it, and pretends to wipe his ass with it infuriating Mr. Wrestling. Mr. Wrestling jumps up and grabs ahold of Robert, Robert backs off only too push him away. Mr. Wrestling lunges toward him only to be met by a standing side kick from Robert laying Mr. Wrestling out. Robert turns Mr. Wrestling over so that he is facing upward. He looks to the crowd and slaps his ass. He then climbs to the second rope and drops all his weight onto Mr. Wrestling with the Bonzai drop!
Smith: Could you imagine!? Robert calls that move the Gas Chamber!
Hood: Good night. Mr. Wrestling is all done now.
Smith: Robert still has to get him out of the ring!
Hood: Dude, guy just crushed his fucking organs I doubt it’ll be much of a problem.
Robert plays to the crowd a little bit, receiving boos. Caution is slowly getting to his feet. Robert grabs Mr. Wrestling by the back of the head, picks him up to his feet and tosses him over the top rope.
Belvedere: Mr. Wrestling has been eliminated!
Smith: Down too Caution and Robert now!
Hood: No shit sherlook!?
Caution stands to his feet gingerly and starts to shit talk Robert. Robert puts a hand to his mouth and says “Who Me?” kind of flamboyantly. This pisses Caution off. Caution reaches in the back pocket of his jeans and pulls out a little can of WD-40 spraying it into the eyes of Robert. Robert withes in pain as he backs up. Caution steps closer and sprays more into the eyes of Robert.
Smith: Where the hell is the ref!?! He didn’t see that!?!
Hood: Cassidy hires bums off the street and throws a zebra shirt on them they don’t care they’re just looking for that 12 pack in payment of working the match.
Smith: Un called for!
The ref in the ring does notice the WD-40 and takes the can away from Caution, but the damage has already been done. Robert covers his eyes in pain. Caution goes on the offensive and kicks Robert’s left knee, Robert’s leg comes out from underneath him as he drops to his left knee. Caution kicks him in the gut, Robert now goes to both knees, still blinded from the WD-40. Caution grabs Robert by the tie and drags him to the ropes. Caution digs in deep to lift the sumo size Robert up onto his shoulders, Caution’s arms shaking as he supports Robert’s weight. Caution puts him over the ropes and proceeds to celebrate his win. Robert still stands just outside the ring beyond the ropes, not eliminated. Clearly Caution doesn’t understand the rules. Robert blinks his eyes fiercely to regain his vision, he can barely see, what he does see just barely is Caution with his arms in the air. The ref tries explaining to him that he hasn’t won shit, but Caution isn’t hearing any of it. Robert looks down at his feet seeing that he’s still very much alive in this match. Robert yells getting Caution’s attention, he turns around as Robert stands there, vision regained as he straightens his tie. Caution shakes his head in disbelief and lunges toward Robert. Robert ducks low, grabs Caution and shoulder tosses him to the mat!
Belvedere: Caution has been eliminated! Ladies and gentleman the winner of the Newcomers Battle Royal… ROBERT!!!
Smith: There you have it ladies and gentleman! What a match! Robert is your winner! Big things in store for him.
Hood: Yeah like big macs, big gulps, and high cholesterol! Caution had that match won. What an idiot.
Smith: He knows the value of hard work, just not the rules of a battle royal.
After the commercial break you see a man with his back turned against the camera. You can see him wearing a straw hat and a Hawaiian shirt but he wont show his face.
Max: I often think to my self how can you believe in something you can't see? How can you worship something that really isn't there? I am an enigma. I am something real that you should believe in that you should worship. I am something that you should fear. I am something that gives you nightmares at night. I am something that you parents tried to protect you from when you children. I am the boogeyman. I am the monster hiding your bed. Soon all of you will know my name. Soon all of you will follow me to the promise land, but before that you need to feel pain , before you follow me you need to know sorrow. In order for you to feel that I guess I am going to need to destroy heroes your icons your precious legends. When you feel nothing but pain when you feel nothing but hopelessness you will have no other choice but to follow me. I am the answer to all things in the world and pretty soon all of you will see my vision!
After the man speaks you see a banner going across the screen saying Max Corbin coming soon.
The cameras quickly feed into the parking lot, where Treat Cassidy sits outside in the front seat of his Lexus anxiously scrolling through his phone while glancing at his watch every now and again. Billy Squire’s “Everybody wants you” plays faintly on his car stereo. His phone chimes, and he looks at it immediately. “5 mins” the text reads. Cassidy nods in approval, rigorously counting the seconds down. Without warning there is a loud banging noise on the window of the Lexus as Treat looks up to see it’s the person he’s been waiting for. The figure steps into the Lexus and lights a cigarette.
???: Sorry it took me so fucking long to get here… so many fucking foreigners on the roads these days!
Cassidy fans the cigarette smoke a bit, cracking his window, normally such an act would gain Cassidy’s discipline but being as it’s this man in particular, Cassidy doesn’t say a word about it.
Cassidy: Well we are in Florida, I swear 75% of the population swam across the Atlantic to get here. Good to see you though. How have you been?
???: I was fine until some fuck head went ahead and decided to screw around with my back. I can’t wrestle anymore due to that cock sucker but at least I can still use my perfect mind for this business. You made the right decision Treat hiring me, this roster full of idiots and losers who need to be straightened out and I’m the fucking man for the job.
The mysterious figure throws his cigarette out his window and as Treat rolls his window back up the figure lights another one and begins to puff in Treat’s direction. Cassidy keeps his composure coughing ever so slightly.
Cassidy: It’s a shame about your back it really is. You would look good with the OCW strap around your waist. But you rehab and take care of yourself and I’m sure the future holds great things - but, for now - I’ve got work for you on the office side of the spectrum, are you ready for handling some business? I’ve got to keep my hands clean these days - and I know you love to get yours dirty…
The man flicks his cigarette out the window as he leans right into Treat’s personal space so their eyes are only finger length apart.
???: I’m ready to tear OCW a new asshole.
Cassidy looks off into the parking lot and then back at the man, slightly annoyed and feeling a touch disrespected, he knows in his heart that this is the guy for the job.
Cassidy: Great. I love to hear it. Now, for your first order of business.
Cassidy leans over into the backseat and reaches for a large brief case, he hands it to the man.
Cassidy: In there you will find what you need for the first task, and cut sheets on the entire roster. You know many of them very well, others, you’ll need to do some researching.
The man laughs loudly as he opens the briefcase and looks at the object in the case. He smirks as he closes it up and exits the vehicle. Treat looks ready to make a business call when the door re-opens and the figure’s head reappears.
???: Treat, you hired me as the fucking General Manager of Massacre. I already know what I’m doing with this so all you have to do is rest your feet up high and watch as I make history tonight.
The man then slams the door shut as the camera pans to Cassidy sitting in his car dumbfounded, not sure what to expect and slightly wondering if he chose the right guy for the open GM position, then smiles with a shrug.
Cassidy: And I thought Chad Vargas was hard to deal with…
Internet Championship Number One Contender's Match
Belvedere: This match is slated for one fall, with the winner becoming the #1 contender for the Internet championship. Introducing first, hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at two hundred and nine pounds, he is… JAXON XAVIER!!!
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 Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at two hundred and twenty five pounds… MARK STORM!!!
**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 "Jungle" by X Ambassadors featuring Jay Z, 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.**
Won’t you follow me into the jungle? (yeah)
Ain’t no God on these streets in the heart of the jungle (oh, Lord child)
Won’t you follow me into the jungle? (yeah)
Ain't no god on my streets in the heart of the jungle (oh lord child)
Won't you follow me into the jungle
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!
Mark Storm and Jason Xavier eye each other down. Xavier spits in Storm’s direction, Storm fires back at Xavier with spit of his own. The referee gets between them and gives them the rules of the match.
Smith: Gonna be a good match up here folks. Two guys going at it for a shot at the Internet championship.
Hood: I’m gonna go with Xavier on this one.
Smith: How much money you got on it?
Hood: 10 bucks. Are you kidding me? If I had your money I’d go for broke.
The ref signals for the bell to sound as the match gets under way. Mark Storm quickly goes on the offensive tossing Storm hits him with a double axehandle. Storm delivers knees to Xavier’s gut. Storm grabs hold of Xavier’s long hair and slings him into the center of the ring. Storm runs the ropes bounces off the rope grabbing Xavier and drops him with a facebuster. Xavier is on all fours, he gets up to his knees, shaking off the attack but Storm is on top of his game, hitting Xavier with a shining wizard! Storm grabs Xavier and picks him up, he holds him in the air for a second or two for the dramatic effect, and then lays him down with a tilt-a-whirl suplex. Storm goes for the cover.
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Smith: Near fall for Mark Storm! It’s been all Storm thus far!
Hood: My 10 dollar bill is slowly walking away from me…
Irritated he didn’t get the pin fall right there, Storm grabs the back of Xavier’s head and slams it against the mat a few times. Storm yokes Xavier up onto his feet and whips him into the corner. Storm charges attempting a springboard elbow but Xavier ducks out of the way, making Storm collide into the corner. Storm stumbles backwards, Xavier is able to catch him with a reverse body slam. Xavier mounts Storm nailing him with stiff right fists. Xavier whips Storm into the ropes, catching him with a fireman’s carry. He holds the weight of Storm briefly before hitting him with a double knee gutbuster! Xavier hooks Storm’s leg for the pin.
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Smith: Jason X almost had him there! Nice move!
Hood: C’mon X! Put him the fuck to sleep!
Xavier runs to the ropes again, Storm goes low to his stomach, grabs Xavier by the feet and upends him. Xavier falls to his back. Storm starts stomping on Xavier. Storm goes to his knees and and applies a choke hold. All the while trash talking Xavier while he’s so close to his ear. Xavier refuses to quit, digging deep he manages to elbow Storm, allowing Storm to release the hold ever so slightly as Xavier gets to the ropes, forcing Storm to break the hold. Storm shoves Xavier out of the ring. He pushes him into the safety guard rail and throws a cameraman out of his chair. Storm folds the chair up and swings it on Xavier while the ref starts his count out (1) Storm swings at Xavier but Xavier realizes and puts up his foot (2) causing the chair to slam into Storm’s forehead. Storm is dazed (3) and drops the chair, Xavier grabs the chair and swings it at Storm, connecting to the top of Storm’s head. (4) Xavier than turns the chair down and drives the top of the chair into Storm’s throat (5) Xavier picks Storm up by the hair and tosses him back into the ring, and then himself climbs back in. Xavier picks up the dazed Storm and drops him with a Implant DDT, jarring Storm’s head to the mat. Xavier goes into cover.
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Smith: Mark Storm still in this thing! Three chair shots and that DDT from hell and he’s still alive!
Hood: Another blown opportunity! Get it together X!
Xavier shows his frustrations as he grabs Storm and pulls him to his feet. Xavier throws a headbutt at Storm, but Storm blocks it with an uppercut. Storm hits a spinning heel kick onto Xavier knocking him into the ropes. Storm points upward and climbs the turnbuckle himself, to the top rope. Storm jumps off hitting Xavier with an amazing 450 Splash! Storm smirks arrogantly and hooks the leg for the cover.
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Smith: Another kick out! What a match! Could go either way!
Hood: My money is on Xavier but Storm sure quite the arsenal of moves!
Storm slings Xavier into the corner and follows him in with a clothesline quickly followed up with a bulldog headlock! Storm hooks the leg on Xavier once more for the quick pin.
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Smith: Jason Xavier just won’t quit!
Hood: Both of these guys want a piece of that Internet title pie!
Both Storm and Xavier are back at their feet. Storm grabs Xavier but Xavier blocks whatever he’s thinking about with two stiff forearm shots to Storm’s face. Xavier shoves Storm backward, who knocks down the ref. The ref hits the mat hart, unconscious. Xavier runs the ropes, bounces off them and nails Storm with a flying clothesline, knocking Storm to the mat. Xavier signals to the crowd this match is over. He climbs to the top turnbuckle and hits the X-Press! Xavier plays to the crowd a bit, as he picks up Storm and drops him hard to the mat with the X-Driver! Xavier quickly hooks the leg, but the ref is still down!
Hood: COME THE FUCK ON!!! The ref falls down and you’re telling me he’s that hurt he can’t get up!?!?! C’MON X!!!
Smith: The ref took quite a bump!
Hood: My ass! GET UP YOU COCKSUCKER!!!
Xavier helps out the cause by getting up and shaking the referee. The ref shakes off his dizziness and stands to his feet. He rushes back over to Storm to make the cover, but Storm isn’t having it. He punches Xavier in the nose, knocking him back a little, allowing Storm to hop back up on his feet. Storm pushes Xavier into the corner and starts kicking his midsection, before delivering a sick round house kick. Xavier stumbles a bit, Storm backs off him a little, Xavier tries regaining his composure but walks right into Storm, who hooks his arms grabbing his neck and drops him to the mat with The Storm!!! Storm hops up to his feet, hooks the leg for the pin.
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Belvedere: And the winner and now Internet Championship #1 Contender, MARK STORM!!!
Smith: Sorry about your 10 dollar loss, Hood but what a match! Both men put up one helluva a fight. Whoever walks away the Internet champion tonight will have one hell of a roadblock in Mark Storm in their title defense.
Hood: Fuck you Jason Xavier! There goes lunch tomorrow!
X Ambassadors, Jamie N Commons ft. Jay Z’s - "Jungle" hits the sound system once again as Mark Storm has his arm raised by the ref, Storm celebrates in the ring as the scene cuts to the backstage area, Amber Ryan is seen laid out and someone standing over her wearing a pair of black wrestling boots the classic Converse look to them. The camera pulls back showing Serena Ransolver standing there with a championship belt over her shoulder, staring down at one-half of the tag team champions. Serena holds up the jagged edge title with her eyes still looking down at the unconscious Amber Ryan. There is someone else along with her though that is not Ana Archia.
??? Woman: Serena, time to go. We are done here.
Serena turns her head to look at the woman; caught off guard, off in her own world.
Serena: Oh right, sorry Natty.
She walks over Amber and is followed by her ‘new friend’ Natty. The scene shifts to a ringside view where Hood and Smith are seen calling the action as they see it. “Can’t Stop” by Issa starts to play over the OCW PA System and a hype (entrance) video for Serena Ransolver plays. Serena walks out and turns, but not completely. She whips her hair back and holds up the jagged edge title once again and the fans deliver a mixed reaction. Serena lifts a microphone to her lips.
Serena Ransolver: Why the confusion? You either love me or you hate me, but if you get in my way then you wind up like the little dis-FIGURED- Angel herself Amber Ryan and as much as I would love to take credit for the idea in its entirety I am afraid that is something I just cannot do because you see all great wrestlers have that little devil whispering in their ear. This is what separates people like Danny B, my friend Ana, and myself. I am willing to listen to that little voice and heed its advice. You realize how painful it has been to watch my friend come out to that very ring each week she is booked and come up short? Do you realize how hard it has been not to race down and deliver an unruly beat down to everyone who defeated Ana and thought they were better? No, you have no idea. Let me just leave it at that. It killed me and now… now I have the opportunity to do something about it. Danny, you didn’t give Ana any credit whatsoever. You were booked against my best friend and you spat down on her the entire week. You spewed your creepy talk about wanting to lick her or whatever it was exactly and honestly I will not stand for such disrespect. She was best friends with a Ransolver. A RANSOLVER! Guys like Danny B, lucking into their Central Title reigns here and there; everywhere, but Ransolvers? We earn everything we get and we keep on earning. There is never a finish line in sight because our fight is eternal, but again I cannot stand out here and take all the credit. All I can do is simply say you’re all looking at the future of OCW and send a little message through the Central Champion’s tag team partner my happenstance. There is one more thing I can do and that is introduce the devil that has been whispering in my ear; the little devil that has gotten me to listen and heed her advice. Her every word. Ladies and gentlemen legacy to this business herself… NATASHA DRAGONALI!”
“I’m Alive” by Issa hits and out walks Natasha Dragonali with a microphone in one hand and with the other she is waving to the fans around the arena with a fake smile to rub that salt in the open sore real good.
Natasha: “Oh Serena, the UWF Extreme Champion and soon to be OCW Central Champion. You know I had my doubts about you when you signed on with me, but who knew you were one of those rare wrestlers who actually listened and learned. You are the proverbial sponge when it comes to this business and taking in all facets. As for Amber Ryan, she really shouldn’t have gotten in our way, but she did put up an ‘okay’ fight, but we’re legacy. We’re the second coming. Most importantly though ‘I’ am the woman you will see, personally invited, standing in Serena Ransolver’s corner as she takes this company by storm and spreads the word just how much better we are than all of the OCW locker room. I assume your friend Ana will stay by your side out of blind loyalty.”
Serena nods.
Natasha: “We will whip her into shape and she will have to respect that you have a championship that means something more than that alleged women’s title she awarded to herself. Convincing her will not be difficult, not at all. I am offering to make her hopes and dreams come alive just like I have with you. Already, OCW knows your name and knows that you mean business and when you get your hands on gold here whether it be Danny’s or someone else’s that will only help to support that greatness spreads, but not to everyone. You have to recognize it and allow it to enter you without putting up a fight. I will leave all of you with this final thought though and that is Serena’s assault on the disfigured angel was nothing personal, but someone always has to be the patsy; it just so happened to be her tonight. We are the Second Coming.”
“Can’t Stop” by Issa picks back up as Natasha takes Serena’s hand and raises it in the air. The fans boo as loudly as they can. Natasha and Serena head back to the locker room area to strategize and prepare for their next move.
Smith: Well, she sure is looking to make an impact here. But getting on the bad side of Amber Ryan? Maybe not a smart move.
Hood: Who cares as long as we get to see these two go at it! I say Bra and panties match!
Smith: That would be interesting.
Hood: Holy fuck! Did you just get excited by an idea? Ladies and gentlemen, this just in, Smith is actually fucking human!
The camera cuts to the set up infirmary. Amber Ryan is laid out on the stretcher, a trickle of blood running off her forehead, Danny B bursts through the curtain door, and makes a beeline for her.
Chic, you alright?
Ripper smiles, helping her up to a seated position.
Bitch stole my belt.
I know, and you're not the only one, I caught some bearded wanker running away from my locker room with mine. Good job I always carry the central that's what I say.
Who the fuck?
Cock if I know darling, cock if I know. Fucker spilled coffee down me thought, cuntbag.
What we gonna do?
Give 'em a chance, if they don't take it, more fool them.
Ripper helps up Amber and they leave together, in fair spirits considering.
Belvedere: This next match is scheduled for one fall!
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: Introducing first, from Benalla, weighing in at two hundred and sixty pounds,PerZag!
"Dropping plates" by Disturbed comes through the arena as The Southern Hammer comes through the curtain. He looks round the crowd with distain before simply making his way to the ring, sliding in under the bottom and leaning against the ropes, sizing up his opponent.
Belvedere: And his opponent, from Clarksburg Tennessee, weighing in at two hundred and thirty five pounds, STONEWALL VARGAS!
Smith: Here we go with the debut of Chad Vargas' younger brother here tonight!
Hood: He certainly doesn't look worthy does he? PerZag is going to eat him alive tonight!
Smith: That man just got out of prison for murder, to be honest; I'm surprised Mack isn't out here, to protect everyone.
Hood: Like that guy gives a shit; he let a hooker in tonight, what kind of security guard is he?
Smith: That lady was yours wasn't she?
Hood: Did anyone say that was the point?
As the bell rings, Stonewall and Vargas lock up; the worthy one comes up strong, pushing Stonewall backwards. He rolls it through, coming up with a disgusted look in his face, as if he had just eaten something rotten.
They lock up again, and for a second time, PerZag gets the better of the young Vargas brother. Stonewall wastes no time coming back this time though, levelling PerZag with a clothesline. The worthy one jumps straight back up, but is taken back down with another clothesline. Zag gets back to his feet a second time, but is taken straight back down again with an axe hammer from Vargas. This time Zag decides as Zag gets up he backs straight into the corner staring down Stonewall.
Smith: The younger brother looking impressive here in his debut match.
Hood: Maybe, but is he worthy enough?
Smith: A win tonight might just make him so.
PerZag steps back into the middle, and begin circling each other carefully, never taking their eyes off one another. Stonewall spits at the feet of PerZag, causing him to break his stare, and allowing Vargas to go in for a takedown, Zag side steps however, and manages to wrap his hands round the waist and wrench backwards, lifting Stonewall over the top with a German suplex. PerZag holds it down, prompting a cover.
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Stonewall kicks out, scuffling backwards and pulling himself up in the corner. The two go in for a lock up again, but at the last second, Stonewall stomps on PerZag's foot, Zag jumps backwards and Vargas follows up with a kick to the gut, and strikes with an uppercut. As PerZag falls to the floor, The Southern Gentlemen comes down with stomps to the limbs, methodically placing his boot on all the joints he can see. He finally stops, dropping an elbow on Zag and going for the cover.
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KICK OUT!
Vargas wastes no time, dropping another elbow, before picking up PerZag by the hair, he sends PerZag into the corner with an Irish Whip and follows him in slowly. Stonewall climbs to the second rope, and starts reigning down with fists. The crowd counts along with him, and after the tenth, Vargas thanks them for the support by shouting abuse at them. Zag springs to life, stepping out the corner and powerbombing Vargas flat into the mat. PerZag collapses himself, unable to capitalise on the opportunity.
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PerZag pulls himself up to his feet, breaking the count in the process, he goes for a cover on Vargas, but finds himself getting poked in the eye by the younger Vargas brother. Stonewall follows up with a kick to the shin, and as PerZag goes to grab it, Vargas kicks up, smacking him in the chin.
Smith: He is certainly not bothered with underhanded moves is he?
Hood: Just doing what it takes to win Smith, some people are winners, and will do whatever it takes. Unlike you of course.
Vargas gets to his feet, and goes in to pick up PerZag, who grabs him by the leg and rolls him over, pinning Stonewall down with a roll-up.
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No!
Smith: That was so close!
Stonewall breaks free and charges back at the still seated PerZag with a boot, which is ducked, and again, PerZag grabs the leg and rolls up Stonewall. This time he is unable to pin both shoulders down, but Zag keeps the leg held, and wraps his own round it, locking in a leg scissors. Scruff moves into place, waiting for a call. Stonewall uses his strength, pulling himself to the ropes. He's able to, and forces PerZag to break the hold. Stonewall pulls himself through the ropes and lands on the floor, PerZag jumps straight through the ropes, going after Stonewall. He picks him up as he recovers, landing a few fists to the head, before whipping Stonewall into the barricade. With a burst of energy, Vargas comes back, but is stopped with a simple drop toe hold. PerZag pulls up Vargas, placing him back in the ring, sliding in behind him. PerZag waits patiently as Vargas gets back to his feet before making a move, he pulls the head in, locks the leg and throws it over for the PerZag Perfection, he holds it to the ground as it lands.
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Belvedere: Here is your winner, PerZag!
"Eye of the tiger" plays again as PerZag celebrates in the ring, he leans on the ropes, looking round out the crowd, some of which seemed pleased with the result, the rest not so much. Vargas slips out of the ring quietly, as PerZag tells the camera that no one is worthy of him.
Smith: Well, it was an impressive debut, but the worthy one continues to rise up here in OCW.
Hood: Can't deny the motherfucker really can you? He is seemingly unstoppable here, and without a doubt, a future champion.
Smith: For once I agree with you! Well up next folks we have--
Without warning as PerZag and Stonewall Vargas are leaving the ring, “Acid Rain” by Liquid Tension Experiments blares throughout the stadium causing everyone in attendance to sit up in shock and boo the roof off the building. The figure from earlier with Treat Cassidy walks out in a blue suit coat and navy jeans carrying the briefcase he was handed. At ringside, Hood is jumping up and down in excitement as Smith buries his face into his hands and PerZag looks shocked and Stonewall doesn’t know how to react as the General Manger of Massacre stands at the top of the ramp smirking.
Hood: Yes!
Smith: No…
Hood: This show just got ten times better!
Smith: Not him…
The figure walks himself down the ring as he passes PerZag who hasn’t moved a muscle and Stonewall slowly looks on as the man climbs up the steel steps and carefully enters the ring to not hurt his back. He is given a microphone from Belvedere as he runs his finger across his neck to cut his music. The man smirks getting ready to speak but is cut off by a number of chants including “Asshole”, “Racist”, and “Paper Champ”.
???: That’s right. You are looking at the General Manager of Massacre… the man who crosses the line and takes risk, the one who stops at nothing to get what he wants, and he is now in charge! I am…
He pauses for dramatic effect.
???: “The Incredible”… IAN BISHOP!
Ian has a wide and loud smile on his face as he soaks in the boos from the crowd.
Ian Bishop: You all must be wondering why I’m back. It’s simple really, I am back to reclaim Massacre as MY show. It always was my show until the fucking cheater known as Danny B couldn’t face me like a man for my Central Championship and took it away from me and then on top of that… I was wrongfully fired by that good-for-nothing nigger Dean!
The ‘racist’ chant begins again, this time roaring through the Space Coast Stadium as Ian laughs it off.
Ian Bishop: But where is Dean now? No where to be found and good riddance because he was a biased owner who only treated those he liked in respect and didn’t treat others equally, like yours truly. Now, you may be asking yourself to, “Ian, why are you in a suit and not wrestling spanks?” Well after I was wrongfully fired, I wrestled my ass off in another company and was about ready to become champion there when the cocksucker I faced decided to have me ambushed and hurt my back!
Loud cheers from the audience over Ian’s injury cuts him off as Ian begins to breath heavily in disgust.
Ian Bishop: Oh I know you’d all love to hear that but lets get facts straight here, the best fucking wrestler in this industry today is out of the game for now and it’s the damn fucking truth. Once my back heals up I will be lacing the boots up and kicking asses just like I always did. But, alas, that’s the future… right now it’s about the present.
Ian turns to the ramp as he can see PerZag and Stonewall heading for the back, which infuriates him.
Ian Bishop: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Where the fuck are you two going? Get the fuck back in this ring I’m not done with you two! We got some business to take care of.
PerZag and Stonewall Vargas reluctantly re-enter the ring, irritated slightly by his attitude and demeanor towards each of them as Ian Bishop turns toward the two of them who are exhausted and bloody from their match moments ago.
Ian Bishop: First off, good match. It would’ve been better if I was in the match but hey, we can’t always get what we want. So, yes, business.
Ian opens up the briefcase and yanks out a brand new shiny championship belt that makes the crowd talk amongst themselves and whoop in excitement.
Ian Bishop: This here ladies is what we call the OCW North Eastern Championship and it is my job to present it to the wrestler on the roster I feel deserves the championship. I was supposed to study the roster and make sure I pick the right person but honestly, I’m Mister fucking Incredible, I know who is good at this shit and who’s not… and comes down to one of you two. Treat Cassidy has told me to pick one of you two to present this here championship belt too, and while I'd love to tell you both to fuck off, strap this bitch around my own waist and walk out of here North Eastern champion, my back injury won't allow that, so for now - let me cut to the chase. As much as it pains me to say, you both gave one hell of a match minutes earlier, Stonewall for just getting out of the big house you look decent. Give the brotherhood my regards. PerZag, your winning ways keep on going onward, so the person who won the Bishop Lottery this evening is...
Bishop pauses for the dramatic effect. Stonewall and PerZag eye each other down ready to pounce on on an other again, just as Bishop announces the new North Eastern champion...Ian hoists the championship up and extends his arm.
Ian Bishop: PERZAG!!!
The crowd boos loudly as PerZag is handed the title. He places the strap around his waist as Ian Bishop takes a hold of PerZag’s arm and raises it in the air. PerZag smirks as Ian exits the ring as the camera pans back to ringside while PerZag celebrates in the ring.
Hood: FUCK YEAH!!! PerZag just stamped his ticket to the big match for the OCW strap... whenever it is.
Smith: He was given that ticket, Hood, you asshole! He didn't win it!
Hood: Psh a dog is a dog, a duck is a duck, and a champion is a fucking champion! All hail PerZag! Ian Bishop is back and in charge no less!! Could this night get any fucking better!?
Smith: Oh brother the cards are stacked against me. Let's check out or next match up shall we? Dangerous Dan defends his Lightweight championship against Arryk Rage!
OCW Lightweight Championship match
Belvedere: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the Lightweight Championship!
Introducing first, in the ring already, Aryyk Rage!
The dirty looking Rage sits in the corner, awaiting his opponent. However the tron lights up to Treat Cassidy's office.
Treat: High there Aryyk, I thought before Dan came down and this match got started, I would inform everyone that this match has one more stipulation, the loser is gone from OCW. Good luck.
"Don't stop" by Foster the People hits as Dan steps through the curtain, holding his championship, staring down at Aryyk.
Belvedere: And his opponent, from Smithville Tennessee, weighing in at two hundred and twenty five pounds, he is the OCW lightweight Champion, Dangerous Dan!
With this announcement, Dan charges the ring, dropping his title and sliding in under the bottom rope, Aryyk stands to accept the challenge, and finds himself completely flattened with 'The ENDD is near'. The superkick puts Rage flat on his back, but Dan doesn't rest for a second, climbing to the top and coming back down through the air with 'The ENDD'. Dan rolls through after the move connects and goes for the cover.
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3!
Hood: Holy shit it's over!
Smith: Yeah, you didn't even have time for a smart Alek comment!
Hood: What the fuck just happened? One of OCW's greatest veterans was just flattened by Dangerous Dan!
Belvedere: Here is your winner, and still Lightweight Champion, DANGEROUS DAN!
Dan pops up, ecstatic with such a monumental victory. He grabs his championship belt and jumps onto the turnbuckle to celebrate. Without warning though, Aryyk sweeps out his legs from underneath him, causing Dan to crash into a heap on the floor. Aryyk takes a step backwards and reaches into his boot, removing his trusty old blood encrusted rusty knife. Dan comes to in time to see Aryyk approaching him, blade in hand. Scruff tries to get involved but is backhanded by Rage and falls to the mat.
The arena sits still, fear cutting through the air, until an enormous scream breaks out through the crowd, Aryyk takes his attention off Dan to see Crazy Chris fly off the top rope and take him out with a drop kick. The blade flies out of Rage's hand, falling to the mat outside. Mack Hollywood now makes his presence known, coming down the aisle at his own pace, as Chris, who is fired up beyond all Hell dives outta the ring, and grabs a steel chair from Belvedere. He slides back in under the bottom, and starts thrashing Aryyk with it. Chris then takes the chair, puts it around the neck of Aryyk, pushes it as shut as it will go and watches as Dan climbs to the top and once again drops 'The ENDD', landing on the chair, driving it into the throat of Rage, who lies motionless, blood trickling from his mouth. Dan and Chris hug it out in the ring before making their way to the back. Hollywood finally decides to get into the ring, he picks up Rage, pulls the chair off him and dumps him unceremoniously outside the ring, before climbing out himself, picking up the former employee and carrying him to the back.
Smith: Well that just happened!
Hood: Did you see what Dan did there? Put a man's life at risk with that move, fucker should be arrested!
Smith: And Rage coming at Dan with a knife? That was...
Hood: Self-defence obviously!
Smith: I do hope eventually someone tries self-defence on you.
The team are interrupted by the sound of 'Paradise City' by Guns 'N' Roses coming over the airwaves. For the first time Jack Kenny steps out of the curtain and into an OCW arena. He straightens his tie and makes his way down to ringside, slapping hands with a few fans on the way. He courteously accepts a microphone from Belvedere and makes his way into the ring.
JK: Good evening OCW! Now, for those of you that don't know me, I am Jack Kenny, the new Vice President of this here company. I know some of you are going to look at me like I'm a businessman, that I don't know squat about this company, well let me tell you that you are all wrong in that respect. I am in fact, a cop. Or at least I was, homicide detective in New York City until just a few weeks ago, when I came across your old president in a bar. We had words, and he offered to sell me half of his business. I declined, I took forty percent instead. Of course in that time he quit altogether, and now we are owned by Treat Cassidy, but that is neither here nor there.
I might not know the ins and outs of what goes on back there, but I am a huge wrestling fan, and especially of this here company. I have been watching since the reboot, and have to say coming on board is a great honour and hopefully, I will make each and every one of you proud.
Now, onto why I am out here. See, what was supposed to happen last Sunday was Sinful Nature, OCW's biggest PPV of the year. Now that didn't happen, so I'm thinking that you people deserve something in return, and I came up with something. At the upcoming Pay Per View, we are going to induct someone into the Hall of Fame, and unlike Paul Paras, this one will actually have earned it.
I say that because the person that is getting inducted, is going to be chosen by each and every one of you! That's right, everyone who has been part of the 2014 OCW is eligible to be voted for, and you will cast those votes. The person, or team, that receives the highest vote will be inducted as part of the first PPV under Treat Cassidy.
Thank you for your time ladies and gentlemen, now let's make OCW bigger and better than ever before!
'Paradise City' starts up again as Kenny makes his way from the ring, interacting with the fans as he goes.
Hood: What does he mean Triple P didn't deserve it?
Smith: That is what you take away from that? We are going to have a new inductee into the hall of fame, and it is going to be somebody from this generation!
Hood: Well, I know who I’m voting for. Mario Maurako in the hall of fame again! Or Scott Syren! Or Bifford…
Smith: Only an idiot would need that explaining to them! Moving on.
The camera cuts back to a locker room, Lukas Payne is sitting on a bench, headphones on, bobbing his head listening to music while he plays a game on his phone. The sound of the shower in the back ground cuts off, as the camera cuts to the shower room door. Jaysin Payne comes out, water dripping down him, and a towel around his waist. He still has spots of shaving cream on his freshly shaven face. Luke notices him come in, pulling the headphones off and setting his phone down.
Lukas: Hey, Jay.... So, you know how you said we have to do something to make an impact on our first night here?
Jaysin:....... what did you do?
Lukas: Making an impact, bro....
Lukas grins through his beard, reaching down and picking up the duffel bag he took from Danny's locker room. He slowly unzips it, reaching in. He pauses or a minute, then pulls out one of the OCW Tag Team Titles.
Jaysin: What the fuck man? We've been here less than a week, and you're stealing titles?
Lukas: Yup... What's your point?
Jaysin: And from them? You realize what you're getting us into, right...
Lukas: Naw, not them... Only him..... Couldn't get into that bitches locker room....
Jaysin: LUKE! Jesus Christ man... You gotta give that thing back...
Lukas: Fuck that.
Jaysin: Man, I'm not fucking around. Take the damn belt back to him....
Lukas: Not a chance in hell, bro. This is mine now, and it goes everywhere I go.
Jaysin: You'll put it down eventually....
Lukas: Yea right... I'll shower with this damn thing on... Besides, where's your sense of adventure?
Jaysin shakes his head as Lukas jumps up, tossing the belt over his shoulder. He goes into the shower as the camera cuts back to ringside
Smith: It hasn't been the best of nights for the tag team champions thus far has it?
Hood: It's about time, you heard what Bishop said earlier, Danny cheats to victory and now he's just getting his comeuppance.
Smith: There may be some controversy surrounding the central championship victory, but there is a reason that Ripper and Angel are still the inaugraual champions of this generation, now please, we have a show to get on with.
Hood: What the hell was that?
Smith: If I'm not mistaken, that was an advert for Legion, one of our new superstars here on Monday nights.
Hood: So earlier tonight we have someone coming in telling us that this world is his to take, that all the legends must die, now this guy? What kind of place is Cassidy running here?
Smith: A popular one, now, onto our next match, and this should be good!
Non-Title Match
"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. He climbs the farthest turnbuckle, climbs up and raises his arms in the air, still mouthing obscenities. He then hops down, and leans in the corner on the ropes awaiting his opponent.
Belvedere: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, from Everclear County, Tennessee, weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds, the confederate icon, CHAD VARGAS!
"Smart went Crazy" by Atmosphere echoes through the arena as Bob Grenier walk out from the back, dressed in the ol' black and white stripes. He makes his way down the ramp, stopping half way down to throw his hands in the air, paying his respects as always. Grabbing the camera he pans it round, showing an arena full of OCW fans, before letting it rest on the not so amused face of Vargas.
Belvedere: Introducing now, your special guest referee for this match, BOB GRENIER!
Hood: What is Treat playing at, having Grenier as the special guest referee in this match?
Smith: For once I would have to agree with you, Vargas will probably take advantage of the situation, and Bob has his match next!
Hood: Yeah damn right, it's not fair on Chad, something needs to be done about this!
Come to me, Ravenheart, messenger of evil...
Hood is cut off as the lights go out, awaiting the arrival of the Central Champion. He appears behind the audience, leaping forwards and allowing himself to be carried to the ring. He's deposited on the security barrier, where he removes his t-shirt, throws it into the crowd, lets out a primal scream, and jumps down to the ringside area. He paces the ring, keeping his eye on both Vargas and Grenier, neither of which seems to have noticed Danny arrive.
Belvedere: And, Vargas' opponent, from Brighton England, weighing in at two hundred and one pounds, he is the OCW Central Champion, "THE RIPPER" DANNY B!
Danny wastes no time, sliding in under the bottom rope, and charging Vargas, taking him down to the mat with a vicious clothesline. Grenier, with a smile on his face, calls for the opening bell. Ripper goes in for the cover.
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Smith: Man, that was close, Ripper almost took the upset of the night there!
Hood: All because that idiot Canadian is out here distracting Vargas. That travesty should not fly Godamnit!
Smith: If Vargas is that good, he should be able to concentrate on the very real threat that is Danny B.
Ripper back off, allowing Vargas to get to his feet and get his bearings, his vision flicks between Danny and Bob, before Grenier decides to just back up and wait in the corner. Vargas charges, and is taken down with a quick arm drag from Ripper, he's up, and Ripper drops him again with another one! Chad drops back into the corner, frustration showing on his face.
Danny laughs hysterically, and turns his back on Vargas, outstretching his arms and continuing to laugh. Chad takes the bait, going for Danny with a right hook to the side of the head, of course Danny avoids it, and Chad goes tumbling into the ropes, and springs back with a huge clothesline, turning Ripper inside out!
With Danny on the floor, Vargas applies the boots, dropping six on the back of The Ripper's head before Grenier steps in to pull him off. Vargas gets so caught up in shouting at Bob, that he doesn't notice Ripper roll out of the ring and out of harm's way. Danny stands on the outside, trying to shake the cobwebs. He doesn't see Vargas sprint across the ring and slide under the bottom rope, knocking Danny backwards with a baseball slide, Chad sees it through and shoves Danny backwards, sending him crashing over the barricade and into the crowd. Bob starts the count in the ring as Vargas jumps the steel and goes after Ripper again.
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Vargas elbows Danny in the side of the head, sending him backwards into the fans.
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The fans catch Danny and keep him on his feet, Vargas comes in again, but is surprised by a right hook from Ripper.
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Vargas stumbles, and Ripper takes him down with a clothesline.
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Vargas gets to his feet and is met with an European Uppercut by Danny.
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Danny turns his back on Vargas, takes a couple of steps as a layup and jumps, springing off the sizeable gut of the fan in front and rotating through the air and crashing into Vargas, sending them both crashing into the audience, taking two of them down with them.
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Danny hops up and makes a beeline for the ring, leaping the barricade and sliding in under the bottom.
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Vargas stirs, slowly getting to his feet.
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He shakes off the moonsault, realizing where the count is at.
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With a great turn of speed his jumps the barrier and slides in under the ring, just as the ten was coming out of Bob's mouth. Vargas gets to his feet, makes sure he was in, and finds himself flying back over the top as Danny hits him with a running drop kick. Ripper takes a turn of speed, bouncing off the ropes and flying over the top with a deadman dive, but crashes as Vargas steps out of the way. Chad drops to the floor, reaches under the ring, and as he comes up, strikes Ripper in the top of the head. The crowd boos loudly as they, as well as Bob, show Vargas strike Danny with the KKF, having retrieved his brass knucks from under the ring. The bell rings, and Belvedere stands to announce the end of the match, but is cut off as OCW Vice President Jack Kenny appears on the tron.
JK: Nice try Vargas, but this epic match is not ending this way, you wanna break the rules, then we'll remove them. Mr Grenier, restart this match under street fight rules!
The crowd erupts with cheers at this, Vargas instantly starts shouting up at the tron, taking his eye of Ripper who flattens him with a steel chair. The bell rings, and Bob leans against the ropes, knowing that officiating will not be a problem for a while.
Smith: What a turn of events! This epic match is being forced to continue!
Hood: It's a load of crock shit I tell ya. It was over, Chad had lost boo hoo, now that pretty face may get smashed up.
Smith: There is every chance, Danny B is a hardcore specialist after all.
Hood: Where the hell is Treat? I knew I couldn't trust that fucker, never trust anyone with two first names!
Ripper decides to take out his frustration at getting clocked illegally by slamming the steel down on Vargas a couple more times. He springs up, letting out his primal scream, a look of sheer excitement in his eyes.
The steel chair goes flying into the ring, and Danny makes his way under the apron, pulling out chair after chair,, throwing them all into the ring. After a dozen or so steel seats had hot the canvas, Ripper drops the apron and darts round to another side of the ring, ripping up the apron and starts pulling out a ladder, followed by a table, and shoves them both under the bottom rope. Danny rolls in, and walk around the ring, ripping the turnbuckle covers off each of the top turnbuckles.
Hood: That motherfucker has gone insane!
Smith: It's been a good while since we've seen Danny B under no DQ, looks like he's taking full advantage!
Bob stays out of Rippers was as he proceeds to set up the table in one corner, and the ladder in another. Chad begins to stir on the outside, so Danny drops the chair he was about to wedge in a corner, slides to the outside and rolls Vargas back into the ring. Ripper hops onto the apron as Chad stumbles up to his feet, and slings himself over the top, dropping Vargas onto the pile of chairs with a flying shoulder tackle.
Danny lifts the near lifeless form of the Southern Gentlemen up and places him against the ladder in the corner. Setting up in the opposite, Danny waits as Bob moves some of the chairs out of his way with his foot he then explodes out the corner and jumps through the air with a huge stinger splash, with fails miserably as Vargas moves at the last second, causing Ripper to crash into the steel face first. Vargas circles round, catching Danny as he bounces backwards, holding his arms up and sweeping out the leg, Vargas sends Danny crashing into the steel with The Stroke. Chad goes for a quick cover.
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Bob happens to be lacing up his boots, and doesn't notice the cover. Vargas shouts back, but to no avail, he's forced to break the cover to confront Grenier.
Hood: What an underhanded piece of shit!
Smith: Yes I do believe that is why Grenier refused to make the count, still, I hope that he has finished doing up his laces now.
Hood: oh give over, it's me that is supposed to come up with that crap.
Vargas is so preoccupied with Grenier that he doesn't notice Ripper recover enough to roll him up for a small package.
1...
2...
Out!
Vargas pops out of the rollup, and gets himself quickly out of dodge, Ripper is a little slower to his feet, still shaking off that huge move, a trickle of blood running down his face. Chad arms himself with one of the steel chairs remaining in the ring, Ripper leans down and collects one himself, not taking his eyes off Chad at any point. Both men ready their weapons, and after a stare down, they go at each other, Ripper goes high, swinging the chair through the air, and Vargas, he drops the chair altogether and kicks out, shoving his boot where the sun don't shine. Ripper crashes to the mat in pain, Grenier tries to push Vargas off continuing the assault, and again the two get into an argument.
Smith: See that is just the underhandedness that Grenier is trying to stop.
Hood: Oh shut up crying, this is a no DQ match, and Vargas is just taking full advantage of that, you should know what being taken advantage of is like.
Vargas shoves Grenier out the way, trying to get Ripper into the cover, Bob grabs him by the arm and Vargas responds with a right hook. Grenier stumbles, and Vargas takes the chance to strike, setting it up, and dropping Grenier with the Stroke right onto a steel chair on the mat. In all this commotion, Vargas hasn't spotted Ripper setting the ladder up on its feet behind him. Chad charges in but is put down with a drop toe hold, smashing face first into the ladder. He falls flat on his back and is unable to do anything as Ripper flies up the turnbuckle and up to the top of the ladder, he measures it, and drops a huge elbow from the top. He goes in for the cover.
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Grenier is still out on the mat, Ripper jumps off the cover and stirs Bob, who comes to enough to make the count, Ripper slides back onto Vargas.
1...
2...
NO!
Danny sits up, confusion etched on his face.
Smith: Ripper obviously didn't expect this one to still be going, not after a move like that! Hood: That is Vargas for you though, tough as they fucking come!
Danny starts to rock on the spot, he suddenly springs to his feet, and pulls Vargas up by the hair. He leads the confederate Icon towards the propped up table, and leans him against it. Danny dashes to the opposite end of the ring, and comes back with a huge spear! But Vargas slides out of the way! Danny goes crashing into the turnbuckle, hitting hard with his left shoulder and tumbling through the ropes, landing in a crumpled heap on the floor. As Danny lay unmoving on the outside, Vargas starts to the recover. He looks around the ring, and sees the ladder still on its feet in the corner. He starts to climb, planning whatever heinous act he was going to act out on the way.
Hood: Get down from there you idiot! That kinda shit is only for idiots like Ripper!
Smith: I think Chad knows to put this one away he is going to have to do something special! But this is risky!
Chad reaches the penultimate rung, but is forced to try a retreat as Ripper kips up off the floor. Chad is barely down two rungs before Danny has cleared the ropes and is on the ladder himself. Ripper reaches through and grabs Vargas by the hair, pulling forwards with force and smashing his head into the steel. Danny steps around, placing one foot on each side of the ladder, releasing Chad's head and using that arm to grab him by the tights, forcing him up the ladder. As the two reach the top, Danny steps back onto the outside, pulls Vargas up properly, and grabs him under the arms, pulling him into a double underhook DDT position.
Hood: Shit! DON’T FUCKING DO IT RIPPER!
Smith: He is actually going to kill him, stop him Grenier!
Bob waves and shouts frantically in the ring, even he doesn't want to see this happen. Danny smiles, letting out a primal scream, and yanks, falling backwards off the ladder. The two men thundered twenty feet to the floor, with Ripper holding the 'Ravenheart' in tight. Vargas' head smashed into the paper thin safety mats on the outside as the two men crash with a sickening thud. Danny drops the arms and begins to writhe in pain, Vargas doesn't move. Grenier instantly throws up an 'X' sign and darts over to shout the call at Belvedere.
Belvedere: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has stopped this match as Chad Vargas is unable to continue, therefore your winner is "The Ripper" Danny B.
The usual end of match response doesn't come as everyone in attendance is leaning and pushing, trying to get a good look at Vargas. He still hasn't moved as EMT's now make their way down to the ringside area, strapping up Chad in a neck brace and back board, and wheeling him out on a stretcher. 'Ravenheart' finally begins to play but Danny cuts it off immediately, getting to his feet, albeit gingerly, and asking for a microphone, one is placed in his hand and he decides to get off his chest what has been bothering him.
Danny: So, apparently the way to make yourself known around here is to attack people when they aren't looking. Well I have news for you people. I'm sure you all remember back to Clash at The Coast? Yeah, when Amber and I took on Victory Denied? Well, remember what they were doing before then? Sneak attacks, yup. Look at where that got them? Bishop was fired, and we've barely heard head nor tail of Sean Fuller since.
Serena, Jaysin, let me put this very plainly, at the start of next week’s show, I will be out here, you will both show and you'll return what is ours to me. If you don't there will be severe consequences, you got me?
With that Danny drops the mic, as Grenier hands Ripper his central championship he carefully makes his way away from the ring.
Smith: Well, Ripper is determined I will give him that!
Hood: He's not even going to try and earn them back? Typical Ripper, just being handed everything!
Smith: Those belts belong to Amber and Ripper, don't be silly, they take on anyone and everyone and thus far, not one team has gotten the better of them.
Hood: Cheap bastard really, being handed everything.
Smith: Please, it's embarrassing, besides, we can see Bob Grenier leaving now, but he will be back soon, as he takes on Itsumade for the internet championship!
The camera quickly cuts to scene from a hallway backstage where Treat Cassidy chats with some of his new talent, up lifting them as a former motivational speaker, what he says seems to be going through one ear and out the other with these rookies, Cassidy turns slightly to become nose to nose with Sean Fuller. Cassidy a touch intimidated, maintains his composure and outstretches his hand introducing himself to Fuller.
Treat Cassidy: Erm… Hello, Sean. Treat Cassidy, I don’t believe we’ve been introduced formally.
Sean looks down at Treat’s outstretched hand, after a few seconds, he reaches his own hand out, shaking it powerfully. Treat winches a bit and smiles uncomfortably.
Sean Fuller: So jumpy. Get yourself a cheeseburger.
Treat Cassidy: I am happy to hear you’re sticking with OCW, Sean. Competitors like you are hard to come by. It’s a pleasure to have you apart of the team. I have something for you next week, and I think you’re going to love it.
Sean Fuller: You didn't think I was going to just leave without a word did you? It is well documented that I had a severe knee injury that I am still recovering from, but nothing so severe I cannot get back into the ring. It feels good to be backstage again.
Sean smirks as his thumb and index finger rub against his chin. Lowly Fuller and Cassidy go talk business back and forth quietly enough that the camera cannot hear what is said. Off screen a throat is cleared. Cassidy looks on in disbelief and excitement. As the camera zooms out it reveals that the figure is none other than MJ Bell! The crowd pops giving off a mixed reaction to see what the fiery redhead as in store. Her hand rests on her hip.
Treat Cassidy: What do we owe the pleasure Miss Bell?
MJ Bell: I just wanted to talk to YOU about some business but first there is something I want to straighten out with Sean.
Sean is still grinning from ear to ear watching MJ Bell steady a glare on him. She approaches him while Cassidy takes a mini-step backwards to observe the two. Both arms fold over Bell's chest.
Sean Fuller: Haven't forgotten the cheeseburger you still owe.
MJ Bell: I'm not buying you food! Don't think I've forgotten our score we haven't settled yet. Or have you forgotten? I still owe YOU for sending me to the hospital and kidnapping my brother. Don't think you are safe just because I put up with you else where! Our little “truce” is over. This time you won't have Ian to save your ass. Speaking of which, there is something LONG over due!
Without another word MJ hits Sean with a nasty right hook that rocks him a bit. The crowd roars with approval. Bell holds her, no doubt, sore fist to her lips before taking a few steps backwards. Her eyes lock onto Cassidy who is stunned at the power MJ Bell just showed with that right punch.
MJ Bell: I want my rematch.
Fuller watches Bell walk away but before she gets too far he lunges forward to grab a fistful of her hair. He slams it her face full force into the wall. MJ crumbles, one hand holding her face. Sean releases the red locks moving backwards with a grin.
Sean Fuller: I like feisty pussy.
The angry red head moves charging forward to tackle down Fuller, who side steps to watch her knock into the next wall. Cassidy steps between the two.
Treat Cassidy: Alright guys, there will be time for that soon enough. So soon in fact, next week soon. The great Sean Fuller versus the small but ever so mighty and beautiful MJ Bell in one on one action… FOR… the vacant Southern Championship!
Cassidy smiles, as he loves when a good idea comes to fruition. Sean Fuller and MJ Bell continue to glare at each other as the scene fades.
Itsumade (c) (5-0) VS Bob Grenier (7-3)
Introducing first, the challenger, hailing from Timmons, Alberta, Canada weighing in at two hundred and twenty two pounds, he is… BOB GREINER!
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, current Internet champion, hailing all the way from the Forest of Nara Perfecture, JapaN, weighing in at two hundred and thirty five pounds, your Internet champion… ITSUMADE!!!
“You’re Not Here” by Akira Yomaoka controls the sound system as Itsumade walks down the ramp with the OCW Internet championship clasped around his arms. The crowd is mixed, a faint USA, USA, USA, chant can be heard brewing as Itsumade makes his way to the ring, with Kimiko Onee-Sama walking next to him. Itsumade motions for her to stand back as he makes his way to the ring steps, climbs in and raises his Internet title in the air, taunting Greiner with it as he hands it off to the referee.
The ref raises the title in the air, and talks to the combatants briefly. A 12 foot steel ladder is set up in the middle of the ring, as the ref climbs to the top and hooks the title belt to a bungie cord suspended from the ceiling. He signals for the bell to sound as the match gets underway.
Smith: Big match tonight folks. Bob Greiner and Itsumade! Title gold on the line!
Hood: I hope Itsumade tears him a new asshole. Can you believe what a shitty ref Greiner was tonight in the Danny B/Vargas match!? We won’t see Vargas in action for quite some time, and it’s all his fault.
Smith: Hatred runs deep as they say. I for one can say I won’t miss Chad Vargas.
Hood: Well I will! But atleast now Ian Bishop is back…
Smith: Trade one racist for the other, huh?
Hood: Shut up Smith, lets just watch the match.
Inside the ring Itsumade and Greiner pace the ring, each of them eyeing the championship looming above. Itsumade jumps up and hits Greiner with a spinning heel kick out of no where and runs up the rungs of the ladder. Greiner shakes off the kick ‘No you don’t you motherfucker’ he lips as he runs up behind Itsumade, grabs the back of his mask and yokes him off the third step of the ladder. Itsumade falls hard to his back. Greiner bounces off the ropes and drops a fist to the face of Itsumade. Greiner picks up Itsumade in the sitting position and round house kicks him back to the mat. Greiner climbs up the first couple steps of the ladder and drops an elbow drop onto Itsumade. The crowd cheers for Greiner as he soaks it in. He begins the climb to the top of the ladder. He’s about six steps up when Itsumade realizes. Instead of chasing him up, Itsumade shoves the ladder, which falls to the right. Greiner has no choice but to abandon ship, he jumps off and lands awkwardly on his left knee. He screams in pain.
Smith: Bob Greiner just took a nasty tumble!!!
Hood: You think they’ve got tumbleweeds over there in Canada?
Smith: Tumbleweeds?! What the hell! Greiner appears hurt!
Hood: I bet they do.
Greiner favors his knee as he slowly stands to his feet. Itsumade charges at Greiner, Greiner lowers his head and hits a back body drop onto Itsumade. Itsumade crashes hard to the mat. Greiner walks over to the fallen Itsumade pointing to his hurt knee, pissed off. Greiner than drops his good knee onto the throat of Itsumade, holding him down with his knee shit talking him the entire time. Kimiko jumps up onto the apron, getting Greiner’s attention. He walks over to her and begins to work his mack to no avail as Kimiko slaps him across the face, sending him stumbling backwards. By this time Itsumade his back up with ladder in his hands, he swings it connecting with Greiner’s midsection knocking him down. Itsumade than jams the ladder onto Greiner’s hurt knee. Greiner screams out in pain.
Smith: Kimiko helped her brother there! Women is Bob Greiner’s weakness.
Hood: Mine too, just… American women.
Itsumade approaches Greiner, as Greiner slowly comes to his feet, Itsumade hits an axe kick onto him, folding Greiner! Itsumade sets up the ladder again underneath the belt. Itsumade is struggling with the ladder trying to set it up just so, Greiner flies out of nowhere hitting a shoulder block into the ropes, stunning Itsumade, sending him backwards. Greiner climbs to the rope rope, hunting Itsumade, waiting for him to get exactly where he wants too. Itsumade walks toward him just as Greiner comes off the top rope hitting him with a missle drop kick, sending Itsumade down. Itsumade goes hard to the mat. Greiner still lurking, waits as Itsumade climbs to his feet. Slowly, Itsumade gets to his feet just near the ropes. Greiner bounces off the ropes, leaps in the air and crashes hard down onto the back of Itsumade with an elbow. Greiner lifts up Itsumade by the throat, with two hands, and Itsumade desperately tries to break the grip. It looks like Greiner is about to throw Itsumade into the corner, but Itsumade breaks the grip at the last second. Itsumade breaks free hitting Greiner with a European uppercut to get Greiner to back off. Itsumade wastes no time and hooks Greiner with the Falcon Arrow. Greiner knees Itsumade in the groin! Itsumade doubles over in pain. Greiner reaches his fingers into Itsumade’s mask and gouches at his eyes. Itsumade screams something in Japanese. Kimiko rushes again to the apron to her brothers aid. This time Greiner sees her, not flirting this time he pushes Itsumade into the ropes where shes standing, the ropes hit into her crashing her to the mat. Before Itsumade can do anything to avenge his sister, Greiner gouges at his eyes again. Itsumade screams more Japanese. Greiner picks Itsumade up by the hair of the head and drops him to the mat with a fall away slam! Greiner isn’t done with delving out any punishment. He screams to the fans ‘HANGMAN!’
Smith: Greiner is looking to end this!
Hood: He’s still gotta climb that 12 foot ladder to glory!
Greiner picks up Itsumade off the mat and head butts him, before Itsumade falls back Greiner holds onto him, grabs his neck and slams him hard to the mat with Hollinger Park Hangman! Greiner looks down at the fallen Itsumade and spits at him. Greiner than begins to ascend the ladder for the championship. Just as he’s at the top, reaching for the ladder, Itsumade gingerly gets to his feet, realizes what’s going on and starts climbing up the ladder after Greiner, He’s at Greiner’s feet as he starts to grab at them. Greiner tries to maneuver away reaching for the title. His fingertips touch the gold. Itsumade muckles onto Greiner’s feet and doesn’t let go. The ladder starts to shake.
Smith: They are both going to fall!
Hood: One of them better fall with the belt!
Greiner tugs more at the title but can’t fully reach it. Itsumade still holds his feet for dear life. Greiner holds the top of the ladder to keep his balance, turns slightly and kicks Itsumade in the forehead with the heal of his boot. Itsumade falls back but manages to hang on. Greiner shows his annoyance and this time kicks him harder. Itsumade releases Greiner’s foot manages to hold onto the rung of the ladder but can’t hang on long enough and falls 10 feet to the mat. Greiner looks down, stops and climbs to the very top of the ladder. Wobbly he reaches for the championship, unclasps it from the bungie cord and raises it above his head. He slowly and carefully walks down a step and sits atop the ladder raising the Internet championship in his hands.
Winner and NEW Internet champion: BOB GREINER
Smith: We have a new Internet champion folks! Bob Greiner! I hope Itsumade is okay!
Hood: Hoorah. I think Lindsey Sparxxx should be internet champion.
Smith: There’s more to life than porn!
Hood: Not for me.
Bob Greiner celebrates his championship victory with his fans in the ring as OCW Paramedics rush to load Itsumade on a stretcher and check him out at a nearby care center.
Smith: We will keep you updated on Itsumade’s condition as soon as we hear word.
Hood: Well he will. I’m gonna hit the bar!
Smith: I don’t want any late night phone calls I’m not bailing you out of jail again.
Hood: We’ll see you all next week boys and girls! Same time, Same channel!
Just as Greiner is about to leave the ring with his newly won Internet championship slung over his shoulder, “Jungle” by X Ambassadors, Jamie N Commons ft. Jay Z - "Jungle" hits the sound system as Mark Storm emerges from the back. He walks down the ramp to the ring where Greiner’s celebration is put on hold as he adverts his attention to Storm. On the way to the ring Storm is motioning his hands around his waist, as if to say ‘that belt is mine’. Storm climbs into the ring as the two stare each other down. Greiner lifts up the title so it’s in Storm’s face.
Greiner: Any time, bitch.
Storm smiles and looks away only to clock him in the face with a stiff right hand. Greiner falls to the mat as Storm starts stomping away on the fallen champion. Storm than grabs his belt, raises it in the air playing to the crowd as the scene fades.
Just as Massacre goes off air, the cameras come back to the parking lot outside, where Treat Cassidy is seen laying unconscious by his Lexus. Spray painted on the windows of his 40,000 is “Where’s MY fucking money” Two guys can be seen running off down the street, as one shouts “See you soon, “Treat”.”
