American Airlines Arena, Dallas, Texas
Danny: Right you motherfuckers, it’s been a week, and I’ve lost my patience, Ransolver, Payne, I want you both out here, and I want our damn titles back now!
Danny paces up and down the ring, waiting for company that wasn’t coming.
Danny: Alright, if you don’t come out here, I will come to you.
Danny drops his mic and goes to head out of the ring but is stopped by Issa’s “I’m alive” coming in over the PA. Out walks Serena Ransolver with Amber Ryan’s half of the OCW Tag Team Championships draped over her shoulder and a microphone in hand. The boos rain down upon her, but she ignores them and speaks anyway.
Serena: Bow down bitches… you realize that I am a SECOND GENERAT…
Danny: Bitch I will smash that face in if you say that again!
Serena: Jealous much? Yeah, I thought so. So, what was it you wanted? Maybe this?
She raises the championship over her head to another chorus of boos from the crowd.
Serena: Oh, you want this back? Well, I’m afraid there is nothing I can do about that because…
Danny: Because you’re afraid that even if you can make it down that ramp without falling twat over heels that I am going to rip that pretty little face of yours off and wear it as a headpiece? Well, let’s get you started shall we, take your left foot, place it in front of your right, now do the same with your right foot, now rinse lather and repeat until you get all the way down here then I can kick your ass from here to Acapulco!
Serena stands her ground, sneering at Ripper.
Serena: get your kicks this way, do ya? Insulting people for the hell of it, is that why you wanted me out here?
Danny: Chic, if you didn’t act like a like a dickrobber I wouldn’t treat you as one, you just make it a happy bonus for me.
Suddenly Ana Archia marches from the back with all the dramatic, derpy flair she could manage, she takes Serena by the wrist and starts dragging her towards the ring. The redhead resists, but the tiny Archia perseveres. Serena pulls back so hard that Ana loses her grip, and Serena goes falling backwards, crashing onto her ass, much to the delight of the crowd around her. Archia grabs the title belt, storms towards the ring, and after getting tangled in the ropes, manages to flop onto the mat at Danny’s feet. She picks herself up, dusts herself off and hands Ripper the gold.
In this time Serena has picked herself up from the floor and has started charging the ring. The crowd suddenly explodes in cheers as The Distorted Angel appears through the crowd, blocking the way between Serena and the ring. With a smile she charges her assailant, knocking her flying with a cleaving clothesline. Ana and Ripper jump outta the ring, both pulling Amber back, stopping her from attacking the fallen Ransolver again.
Amber: Next time it’ll be my fucking car bitch!
Amber breaks away as Ana check on her friend, Archia suddenly pops up and offers her hand to the tag team champion, which she begrudgingly takes. Amber pulls her in close, mouthing something to her, before breaking the grasp, accepting her gold from Ripper and heading back up the ramp with him as “Extreme” plays them out. The cameras pan around the jam full American Airlines Center in downtown Dallas, Texas. Fans erupt as they await the start of their favorite weekly show. Fans hold signs around the arena: "I KNOCKED OUT TREAT!" "FUCK YOU PERZAG!" "MARRY ME HOOD" "MARK STORM HAVE MY BABIES" The next shot is the commentary table.
Smith: Well, what an explosive way to start Massacre, it seems Amber Ryan is back on her feet and ready for the huge match she has tonight as she challenges Ana Archia for the vacant Western Championship Championship.
Hood: What a fight it’s gonna be, these two foxes tussling in the ring, and no doubt Serena and Natasha will be at ringside, what a night for me!
Smith: Yeah your right, and I bet Ripper will be there too to even the odds. Will the lass from Dallas Texas walk out with the gold, or will Ana Archia shock the world and upset Ryan for the win?
Hood: Who cares? Cat Fight!
Smith: Oh, grow up!
Hood: Fuck you Smith, fuck you. Besides, I know that won’t be the last we see of Ripper tonight, he may have gotten Amber’s gold back, but his own is still in the grasp of that cocky twat, Lukas Payne.
Belvedere: Ladies and gentleman, the first match of the evening is scheduled for one fall.
‘Prison’ by System of a Down plays over the PA system as Max Corbin creeps out and onto the ramp. He slowly walks down the ramp, and to the ring. He rolls into the ring, and walks over to the corner ready for this match.
Belvedere: Introducing first, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds...MAX CORBIN.
‘Tessie’ by Dropkick Murphys plays over the PA system as the seven foot tall man known as The Green Monster slowly walks out onto the ramp. He slowly walks down the ramp, and up to the ring. He walks up the steps and steps into the ring over the top rope. He wanders over to the corner, sizing up his opponent.
Belvedere: And his opponent, from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at three hundred and thirty three pounds, he is THE GREEN MONSTER.
Smith: The first match of the night, and we will see the in ring debut of Max Corbin.
Hood: He is up against that seven foot tall monster.
Smith: He is a bit scary.
Hood: I think I may need to change my pants.
The bell rings and Max Corbin charges at The Green Monster. The Green Monster raises his leg up, but Corbin ducks it and comes through the other side. He quickly climbs onto the second turnbuckle, and jumps off hitting Monster with a double axe handle.
Smith: A good quick move made by Corbin early on.
Hood: He still has yet to take that Monster off of his feet.
Smith: I think that it is impossible.
Hood: Something we both can agree on.
The Green Monster staggers backwards as Max Corbin climbs to the second turnbuckle again. He jumps off and hits another double axe handle to The Green Monster. The Green Monster staggers backwards again. Max Corbin runs into the ropes and runs back at the big man. He hits Monster with a clothesline, but cannot take the big man down. Corbin runs back into the ropes, and runs back at Monster, who lifts up his foot and hits Corbin with a big boot.
Smith: That is what he calls Duck Boat.
Hood: What the hell is a Duck Boat. Is that a boat made out of dead ducks.
Smith: No. That is what The Green Monster calls his finisher.
Hood: He probably eats boats made out of dead ducks.
The Green Monster places his foot on Max Corbin and goes for the pin.
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Smith: That is a kick out from Max Corbin.
Hood: How did he do it?
Smith: This is Corbin’s debut. I don’t think he wants to lose.
Hood: Good on him for trying. You would have given up instantly.
Smith: Shut up.
The Green Monster picks Max Corbin up and takes him over to the turnbuckle. He grabs Max Corbin under his shoulders.
Smith: He is going for Fenway.
Hood: No matter what Fenway means, this is going to end Corbin.
The Green Monster gets ready to throw Corbin, when Corbin knees Monster in the crotch. Monster staggers away from Corbin, holding onto his crotch. The referee was not in position to see the knee to the crotch, and doesn’t have a clue what just happened. Max smiles as The Green Monster stands in the center of the ring.
Smith: Now that was cheating.
Hood: No, Smith. The referee didn’t see it. It is not cheating.
Smith: It certainly is.
Hood: At least Corbin found The Green Monster’s weak spot.
Max Corbin charges at Green Monster, and drops down, hitting the big mans leg. The Green Monster goes down to one knee as Corbin circles his opponent. He readies himself and hits Violent Deeds (Super Kick) to the head of The Green Monster. The Green Monster collapses to the ground.
Smith: He took the big man off of his feet.
Hood: How did he do that?
Smith: He used Violent Deeds.
Hood: Now that is violent.
Max Corbin covers The Green Monster for the pin.
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Smith: Max nearly got the pin there.
Hood: If Max had of beaten The Green Monster there, then The Green Monster would have become The Pink Monster.
Smith: What are you talking about?
Hood: He would have become a woman.
Smith: Hood...just shut up.
Max gets up and starts yelling at the Scruff, saying that it was a three count. Scruff yells back saying that it was only a two. After the argument, Max turns around to find The Green Monster standing in front of him. Max goes to punch the big man, but Monster catches the fist. He squeezes Corbin’s fist as he yells in pain. Monster grabs him by his throat, and hits a chokeslam. Monster walks on top of Corbin.
Smith: That was Dirty Water.
Hood: Dirty Water. What the hell? First Duck Boat, and now Dirty Water.
Smith: What is wrong with that?
Hood: They look like they hurt.
The Green Monster picks Corbin up and drags him over to the turnbuckle. The lights suddenly turn off. You can hear the crowd chattering amongst themselves. The big screen turns on, and ‘The Demon’ Lance Savage appears on screen.
Lance Savage: Hello, guys. THE DEMON IS COMING
The screen turns off, and the lights come back on. ‘The Demon’ Lance Savage stands in the center of the ring, staring at The Green Monster, whom looks back at him.
Belvedere: Introducing the newest competitor of this match. From, Parts Unknown. Weighing in at two hundred and twenty two pounds. ‘THE DEMON’ LANCE SAVAGE.
Hood: Who is this?
Smith: The new guy. Its ‘The Demon’ Lance Savage.
Hood: A Demon. He seems cool.
The Green Monster walks towards Lance Savage. Lance watches him as he approaches. The Green Monster attempts to punch him, but Lance Savage starts striking him in the face nonstop. The Green Monster backs into the corner where Max Corbin is standing. Savage runs into the opposite corner, and runs back at The Green Monster, and hits a stinger splash, that squashes Max Corbin as well.
Smith: Lance Savage showing what he is capable of.
Hood: He is bringing it to that monster.
Smith: I feel sorry for Corbin. He just got squashed.
The Green Monster stumbles out of the corner. ‘The Demon’ Lance Savage runs into the opposite ropes, and runs back at The Green Monster, hitting him with a clothesline. Monster staggers, but doesn’t fall over. Savage runs into the ropes, and runs back at The Green Monster, hitting a spear that takes the big man down.
Smith: He just took down The Green Monster.
Hood: And with ease.
Lance Savage stands up and looks over at Max Corbin. Corbin charges at Savage with a clothesline, but Savage ducks. Corbin turns around, and Savage rakes his eyes. He picks Corbin up, and hit Vicious Death (Tombstone) on Corbin. He picks Corbin up and tosses him out of the ring. Savage turns around and stares at The Green Monster. Savage walks up to Monster and picks him off of the ground. He lifts The Green Monster up and hits a BrainBuster.
Smith: How did he do that?
Hood: He lifted him with ease.
Smith: This man is strong.
Lance Savage covers The Green Monster for the pin.
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Belvedere: And the winner of this match...‘THE DEMON’ LANCE SAVAGE.
‘The Demon’ Lance Savage picks The Green Monster up, and tosses him out of the ring. He walks over to the ropes and gets a microphone off of Belvedere. He walks to the center of the ring.
Lance Savage: This is only the beginning. As I said THE DEMON IS COMING. Well now, THE DEMON IS HERE. I am here, so you better watch out.
Lance Savage throws the microphone on the ground, and looks around the crowd. The lights turn off, and then they turn back on. Savage is no longer in the ring. The camera pans around to Smith and Hood.
Smith: That was interesting.
Hood: A new guy. And he is strong as.
Smith: He looks like he will be a dominant force to beat.
Hood: Yes. THE DEMON IS HERE.
Max Corbin is leaving the ring with the Green Monster slow to get up as ‘Acid Rain’ by Liquid Tension Experiment blares out of the PA causing enormous amounts of boos to erupt from the crowd. Max freezes on the ramp as the music plays for a few moments but General Manager Ian Bishop doesn’t emerge from the back. Instead, a behemoth walks out, with massive muscular arms that have tribal tattoos all over him, ripped jeans, a bald head and black and blonde goatee, and stares a hole into Max Corbin.
Hood: Who the hell is that?
Smith: Oh! That’s Ian Bishop’s personal bodyguard he hired… his name is Knox!
Hood: Uh oh.
Smith: What?
Hood: Either Max Corbin, Green Monster… or both are getting fucked right now.
Smith: But they haven't done anything to deserve this!
Hood: Shut the fuck up for once would you!?
The crowd goes silent for the strange man as Knox continues to stare at Max Corbin. Knox takes his finger and points it to the back as Max leaves immediately. Knox then turns his attention to Green Monster who is on one knee staring down at Knox. Knox runs down to the ring and rolls in as the Green Monster tries to escape but Knox grabs a hold of his tights and flings him across the ring like a rag doll. While the Green Monster tries to get up Knox kicks at his head multiple times as the crowd begins to boo the motives of the new bodyguard.
Smith: Is this really necessary? Give the new guy a break!
Hood: Yes it is. This is way more entertaining then that excuse of a match we just witnessed.
The Green Monster is motionless in the ring as Knox whistles from inside the ring and then the Head of Security Mack Hollywood shows up and starts looking under the ring before pulling out a table. Mack pushes the table into the ring as Knox sets it up and then picks the Green Monster up before chokeslamming him through the table! Knox stands there emotionless as Acid Rain hits again while the crowd boos some more. Knox leaves the ring and heads to the back with Mack as the camera cuts to commercial
Back from commercial break, the scene opens backstage, the door to the President’s office is cracked slightly, Head of security Mack Hollywood stands guard, cigarette hanging from his lips. Treat Cassidy sits at his desk, feet up on his phone. Bandages can be seen adjourning his forehead from last week’s mysterious end of Massacre attack. Cassidy ends his phone call and looks out the door.
Cassidy: Mack, go locate Knox, and put Bishop on high alert. We may be expecting some unruly visitors later this evening.
Mack: No problem boss, I’m on it.
Mack quickly disappears as Cassidy stands up, and opens his door. He takes a seat back behind his desk, quickly sorting things out on top, making things look neat for a press conference about to take place.
Cassidy: Are you ready?!
Off screen a “yes sir” is heard.
Cassidy: Make sure you get the photographs.
Another off screen “yes sir.”
Cassidy: Okay, hit it.
Cassidy clears his throat and sits down, elbows on his desk with his hands down, fingers crossed. The cameras pan around his office, as Cassidy sits there with a wide eyed clearly fake smile across his face. The cameras focus in on the numerous photographs hanging from Cassidy’s makeshift office. Treat Cassidy and George W. Bush, Treat Cassidy and Navy Seal Marcus Luttrell, Treat Cassidy with Gandhi. You get the idea, probably all photoshopped but Cassidy is just as proud as a peacock of each and every photograph.
Cassidy: Hello OCW fans, and welcome to Monday night Massacre! It’s been quite the ride since taking the reins from President Dean. A few bumps along the way, but the pleasure has been all mine. Despite the fact that I’ve got a VP that does exactly what the heck he wants, and a rag-tag group of workers who don’t want to listen – I think I’m doing my job with A+ ranking across the board. Let me not waste any of your time with the specifics of what I do day to day – instead, let me make this announcement. Plain and to the point. Sinful Nature was supposed to be OCW’s mecca. Instead, Dean left and Sinful Nature went down the crapper. Now I’m here and it’s my rodeo. That being said I am announcing the first Pay-Per-View under my tenure. It shall be called Genesis and the show will showcase the very best of the best. Competition levels at an all-time high. Together we will make this show a freaken epic! So don’t let me down and I will not let any one of you down! Genesis will be live from Jerusalem, Israel! Yes that’s right boys and girls. Jerusalem. Get your passports in order! Sunday, July 27th 2014! You can thank Dean for that. Other than that. Please, get out of my office. I’ve got work up the wazoo!
With that, the cameras quickly show feed back into the arena where Smith and Hood sit at the commentators table.
Smith: Can you believe it!?! Treat Cassidy has just announced the first PPV! In the Holy City! In a mere two weeks! What do you suppose will he have in store for us!?
Hood: Take a fucking valium chief. I should probably study the bible a bit though, huh?
Smith: I can’t believe you! They aren’t even going to let you in!
Hood: You’re probably right…
Smith shakes his head as Belvedere gears up to introduce the opponents for the next match.
Belvedere: The next match is a Tool belt on a pole match. To win this match, the winner must take the tool belt from the chain hanging off the pole.
Introducing first, from Brooklyn New York, weighing in at two hundred and fifty five pounds, he is CAUTION!
“Hard Working Man” by Brooks ‘N Dunn hits the sound system as Caution walks down the aisle to a mixed reaction. He wears black jean shorts and a stained white wife beater, yellow hard hat atop his head with his trusty tool belt full of tools strapped around his waist. He climbs into the ring and awaits his opponent, all the while waving to the crowd.
Belvedere: And his opponent, hailing from Mnooseville, weighing in at a staggering four hundred and ninety five pounds, he is ROBERT!
The lights turn down, as the dramatic music, “Creator of Worlds” by Epic Score starts to play. Two mythical creatures appear on the stage, and start rolling out a carpet down the ramp way, before a palanquin with, Robert laying on it appear from underneath the stage. Eight people in dark robes come out from the backstage area, picking up the palanquin from on the stage, as Robert starts waving to the crowd.
As the eight men make their way down to the stage, one trips, causing them all to fall, as well as Robert and the palanquin... Everything seems to be alright, that is, until Robert steps out, rather angry. Red in the face, and his beautiful red hair messed up a little. He grabs one of the men by the collar, and lifts him up above the ground with one hand, before more mythical creatures come scurrying out from the backstage area.... Probably about eighty of them. He takes each person, one by one, and drops them on the mythical creatures backs, as they get carried to the back. Robert looks around being alone on the ramp, and shakes his head, before walking the rest of the way to the ring.
That did nothing to help Robert's mood, as he climbs into the ring, as the lights turn red. Fire starts erupting, starting at the top of the ramp, before making its way down to the ring, and surrounding it. Robert does nothing, except stand in the center, his hands in front of him, clenched in a ball. He screams out, at the top of his lungs, causing the fire to go down... This is, of course where Robert reaches into his pantaloons, bringing out the Mnooseville charter, bending down on one knee, and resting it against his forehead for a moment, before placing it in his corner.
Caution stands in the ring, looking oddly at Robert and all that we just witnessed. Caution’s tool belt has been hoisted onto a pole, six feet above the turnbuckle. The referee goes over the rules with the two combatants as the cameras shoot back to Smith and Hood.
Smith: Gonna be a wild one here. Last week Robert proved to be the top newcomer as he won the newcomer battle royal by way of eliminating Caution to be the last man standing!
Hood: He cheated! Caution’s either gonna whip Robert’s ass or die of a heart attack before us. Those rolled cigarettes cannot be very healthy.
Smith: Lets get this match rolling!
The bell sounds and Caution and Robert stare each other down. Robert straightens out his tie, tosses back his beautiful red locks and shouts “MNOOSE!” and charges at Caution. Caution tries to duck him but it’s too late. All nearly 500lbs fly at Caution knocking him into the corner with a big belly. Caution falls back into the corner to his ass. He happens to look beside him to see his hard hat sitting on the apron, he quickly grabs it and flings it at Robert like a Frisbee, the hard hat connects with Robert in the throat and brings him to his knees. Caution rushes Robert with a big boot to the head.
Smith: Caution and that hardhat!
Hood: It’s protecting all that brain power.
Robert is on his hands and knees, dazed as Caution proceeds to climb the turnbuckle to grab his tool belt. Robert gets too his feet and runs into the ropes, as his weight hits the ropes it knocks Caution down. Robert slaps at his ass playfully for the fans as they boo, and then again for the downed Caution. Robert picks up Caution to set up a military press slam but Caution is on his toes and rakes his eyes. Robert backs off. Caution bounces off of the ropes, as he comes off of the ropes, Robert lowers his head, but unfortunately for Robert that long hair of his is a downfall as Caution counters by grabbing his hair, and he drives him down on the mat. Robert stumbles up to his feet, Caution hits a running clothesline that knocks down Robert. Caution stands over him yelling that he doesn’t know the value of hard work. Caution signals he’s gonna end this match once and for all. The fans cheer as Caution picks Robert up from the mat. Standing him to his feet. Robert lies in wait though hitting Caution with an uppercut sending him into the corner. Robert stands over him onto the bottom rope and hits Caution’s chest with five knife edge chops that could be heard from Hooter’s three miles down the street from the arena. Even though Caution’s wife beater his chest is bright red. Caution falls to his knees in pain.
Smith: Boy those knife edge chops are some hurtful!
Hood: Especially from a cat who weighs more then you, I, Belvedere, AND the three hookers I left in my hotel room combine!… erm….
Robert smiles as he lays atop Caution, Caution’s screams in pain are muffled under Robert’s weight. Robert wiggles some to really sink his weight into Caution’s body. After what seems like an eternity, Robert stands to his feet and climbs the turnbuckle ready to grab the tools. Caution rolls over to see this and becomes enrages that Robert is about to grab the tools that he uses to work every single day. Robert has a finger tip on the pouch when Caution gets a burst of energy and jumps up. He climbs up behind Robert puts a forearm around Robert’s throat and falls back with him in his grasp. The two hit the mat and a tape measure falls from the tool belt into the ring. The two get up slowly, Caution notices the tape measure and grabs it in his hand. He punches Robert in the nose holding the tape measure, blood quickly spews from Robert’s nose. Caution holds the tape measure out, extending the tape a good ten inches at his crotch area.
Smith: Caution taunting Robert after he was soo close to winning this thing!
Hood: Is that old hillbilly trying to tell him his dick is bigger?
Smith: I’m not sure but this match sure is heating up!
Before Robert can make his next move, Caution extends the tape more, gets behind Robert who is down to his knees still, after the tape measure shot to the nose. Caution takes the tape and wraps it around Robert’s throat, choking him. Robert grabs at the tape gasping for air. Caution picks Robert up to his feet and tightens the choke hold. The ref tries to get the tape measure away, but Robert is slowly losing consciousness. The ref threatens to end the match is Caution doesn’t stop. Once Robert is incapacitated Caution loosens the hold and drops the tape measure. Caution shows his hard working strength as he grabs ahold of Robert, sticks his head between his legs and picks him slowly up and drops him to the mat hard with the Hammer Drill! (Jackknife). Caution is also winded from this hard fought match as he gets to his feet and gingerly and ever so dramatically climbs up to the top turnbuckle and slowly grabs his tool belt. He falls down as he’s coming down but holds the tool belt high above his head while laying down as the bell sounds, ending the match.
Belvedere: Ladies and gentlemen the winner of this match…CAUTION!
Smith: Wow! What brute strength by the man they call, Caution!
Hood: Robert will definitely get him next time, must’ve had too many twinkies on the flight in!
The camera cuts backstage to as we see a makeshift office made inside one of the locker rooms tonight. The Head of Security, Mack Hollywood, walks into the office as he takes his sunglasses off before addressing the man he was looking for.
Mack Hollywood: You wanted to see me boss?
The camera pans to the left as the person is revealed to be the new General Manager of Massacre, “the Incredible” Ian Bishop as the crowd begins to boo like maniacs. Ian has a grin on his face as he shakes the hand of Mack before speaking to him.
Ian Bishop: Yes, Mack, I did want to see you. So, as the new General Manager of Massacre, I am your boss and you follow my lead. Fair?
Mack Hollywood: Absolutely, you’re the boss.
Ian Bishop: I think you and I are destined to do great things Mack. Now, in case you weren’t aware, we are in the Lone Star State, Mack. We are in the great big state of Texas. So as Head of Security I need you to be on the look out. The fans in attendance… probably seventy-percent of them are illegal immigrants from across the borders and they may try to steal our wrestlers jobs so that can’t happen! Also, the rest of them are nothing but stupid, ignorant, southern, gun-totting, republican hicks so they may try to take away our rights to anything! I need you on your best tonight!
Mack nods as the two of them shake hands again amidst the roaring chants of “racist” and “Canadian prick” from the crowd. The two begin to discuss other things when a knock on Ian’s office door interrupts them. Ian and Mack turn to see OCW newcomer Drastik walk in with a look of determination on his face.
Drastik: Hey, Ian, I was looking to speak to you--
Ian Bishop: First off, Drastik, you don’t just knock on my door, walk in and expect to address me openly as you just did. For one, you will address me as Mr. Bishop, Boss or General Manager. Secondly, you will ask for permission to speak to me because I am a busy fucking man. Try those two pointers right now.
Drastik doesn’t reply right away, not sure if Ian is serious until Ian motions his hand for him to do it.
Drastik: Uh, are you serious?
Ian Bishop: Your damn right I’m serious! Do you want me to hear what the fuck you have to say? Address me as I just told you to!
Drastik looks pissed and embarrassed that he has to say this as the crowd boos the General Manager. He takes a gulp, making sure no one else is around, before complying as Ian laughs while he does it.
Drastik: Excuse me, Mr. Bishop… may I please have a moment of your time?
Ian Bishop: Excellent! Excellent! Oh, that was good. Great, Drastik, it looks like I do have some free time, what exactly do you want?
Drastik: I want a chance to show the OCW nation I mean business so I’m here to ask for an opportunity against Bob Grenier for the OCW Internet Championship.
Ian doesn’t respond right away just staring blank into Drastik before slapping his knee and laughing hysterically. Ian wipes tears away from his eyes.
Ian Bishop: Oh, you’re a comedian, too? That’s hilarious. What are you trying to be, some Mark Storm wanna-be? Trust me, you can aim for much higher standards… like me! And, uh, no, you’re not getting your match. Have a good day!
Ian laughs some more as he turns away to continue discussions with Mack but Drastik grabs Ian by the arm and turns him around. The crowd gasps in awe as Ian brushes his arm and death stares Drastik. Mack goes towards Drastik but Ian puts his arm in between them.
Mack Hollywood: Want me to take care of this, boss?
Ian Bishop: No, it’s okay Mack. I need you to stay professional. Drastik, if I grab you by your pathetic looking hair cut and smack the shit out of you, I would, but due to my back, I can’t. So, I’ll let you answer to my new bodyguard… Knox.
Drastik: Who?
The camera pans out to reveal the seven-foot, three-hundred plus pound behemoth Knox standing behind Drastik. His arms are crossed showing his massive biceps as he is wearing jeans and no shirt revealing his many tattoos. Drastik tries to make a dash but Knox grabs the much smaller man and throws him up against the brick walls of the locker room. Knox stomps down on Drastik before picking him up again and chokeslamming him through the table in the room.
Ian Bishop: Knox, that was my fucking table!
Without hearing Ian’s complaint, Knox whips Drastik into a metal locker and locks him in before Knox picks up the entire locker and throws it against the nearby wall. Ian walks towards the locker and opens it as a bloody Drastik falls out, motionless. Ian is breathing heavily as he bends down and spits in Drastik’s face.
Ian Bishop: By the way… you’re fired.
Ian gets up, cleaning some of the blood off his shoe as he shakes the hand of Knox.
Ian Bishop: Good work Knox, but did you have to destroy my fucking table?
Knox: Let’s get you a new one.
Ian Bishop: Good idea! Mack, can you take Drastik and throw his ass out of this arena?
Mack nods as Ian and Knox leave the locker room as the camera focuses on Drastik’s bloody face as the camera cuts back to ringside where Smith and Hood sit laughing.
Smith: Well it looks just like our trusty GM just took out the trash!
Hood: HAHAHAHA fucking Bishop! Mack! and that mammoth Knox! MY NIGGAS!
Smith: ugh. I think if Ian heard you say that he wouldn't like it...
Hood: Probably so! But Seeya the fuck later Drastik! HAHAHAHA!
Smith: As Hood tries to regain himself, let's get a word from our sponsors!
The scene cuts to another quick commercial set, when it returns the cameras focus in on Smith and Hood, before they are able to say a word, “Paradise City” by Guns ‘N’ Roses plays as the crowd cheer for the arrival of the new OCW vice President. Jack Kenny walks out from behind the curtain, waving and smiling for the fans. He makes his way into the ring, microphone in hand.
Kenny: Good evening Ladies and gentlemen! What a night we have had so far, and what a night yet to come with two huge main events! Speaking of which, our illustrious President has named the first PPV under his reign, and I want to come out here and let you all know of the main event that will be taking place at that Pay Per View.
Before his abrupt departure, the former President had planned a fatal four way match as the main event of the upcoming PPV, and I say, why not still carry on with that?
So, ladies and gentlemen, your Genesis Main Event will pit Danny B and PerZag against the winners of tonight’s championship matches in a fatal four way to unify to regional titles and present the first OCW World Heavyweight Champion in a decade! Thank you and enjoy the rest of your night!
Kenny is played from the ring, he stops to shake hands with a few fans, and sign a couple of autographs, the camera pans back to the commentary team at ringside.
Smith: A huge blockbuster announcement there from the Vice President, the world title unification match is still happening!
Hood: PerZag as world champion, the worthy one has had it coming for a long time.
Smith: As has The Ripper, not to mention any one of the four competing tonight will make great additions to that match, the Pay Per View is shaping up to be an epic already.
Ladies and gentlemen, this next tag team match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds, The Green Bastard!
“Closer to the Heart” by Rush plays as the lights in the arena turn green, TGB fumbles out of the curtain, straightening himself at the top of the ramp and posing. He proceeds to power walk down to the ring, slide in under the bottom rope and pose again, before removing his cape and sitting back to await his tag team partner.
“War” by Edwin Starr jumps through the arena as Ike Turner makes his way onto the stage, he jives his way down to the ring, winking at all of the pretty ladies as he does so. He struts round the ring, before slipping in under the bottom and joining his tag team partner for the evening.
And his partner, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds, Ike Turner!
“Out of control” by Rancid comes through next, and the twin brothers make their way into an OCW arena for the first time. Jaysin jumps on the spot, psyching up for the match as Lukas walks down the ramp bragging to the fans. Lukas walks around the ring, mouthing off to the fans as his brother makes his way to ringside, and hops over the top rope, waiting in the ring. Lukas follows him in, and the two retreat into their corner to talk strategy.
And, their opponents, from Boston Massachusetts, at a combined weight of three hundred and ninety three pounds, Lukas and Jaysin, THE PAIN KILLERS!
Smith: Here we go with some tag team action, there’s been a lot of hype surrounding these men, let’s hope they can live up to it.
Hood: I like this Lukas kid, he has balls, his brother, I dunno, seems a little too grounded to be any fun.
Smith: Maybe that might actually help them win this one? Anyway, let’s get into the action, the wild brother Lukas is starting off against Ike Turner.
Hood: What a fucking name, honestly.
Back in the ring, Lukas Payne has made the first move, taking out Ike Turner with a leaping clothesline, be turns to pose to the fans, which costs him as Ike grabs the ankle and trips him up. Lukas kicks backwards, but only manages to get afro with his boot, allowing Ike to make it to his feet and drop a boot on the ankle of the reckless one. He follows the boot with an elbow drop, landing squarely on the ankle of Lukas, causing him to curse loudly in pain. Turner holds the ankle as he stands again, placing a well held ankle lock on the kid, dragging him into the corner for a tag, which TGB takes happily, climbing into the ring and dropping his own elbow on the back of the neck.
Smith: A great start for Ike and TGB tonight, looks like this makeshift team might be able to create some damage early on, especially to the ankle, which is a smart move.
Hood: Maybe, but seriously what the fuck is up with these two? In fact, did the carny shut down as Treat took over, these new signings make Bifford and Ehud look tame!
Smith: They are eccentric, but none of that matters if they are effective!
The Green Bastard drops another elbow on the back of the neck as Ike is forced from the ring. He aims a boot to the back of Lukas’ head, but the kid is able to roll out of the way just in time. He chops bastard in the bag on the knee from the floor, giving him enough time to pull himself up by the ropes. Bastard comes in with a first, but Lukas ducks, pulling down the rope and sending the masked maniac over the top and crashing to the floor. Lukas stands up straight, shaking off the ankle before deciding to take grasp of the top rope, and fling himself over, landing a cross body block on the fallen superhero in training.
Ike turner comes in to try and take out Lukas, but is met with a spinebuster as the kid summons a burst of energy and places the intruder hard onto the mat. Lukas rolls into the ring, making his way to his corner and tagging in Jaysin, who had been waiting patiently during the whole ordeal. The brothers run to a corner each, Lukas taking the opposite and Jaysin the adjacent, and with precision timing, the two newcomers dive off the top hitting an opponent each with a missile drop kick!
Smith: Well, they might not always get along, but they are an effective team!
Hood: Fucking stupid that's what they are, they could hurt these two here, Ike and Bastard could be the future of this company!
Smith: They had a great opening flurry, but The Payne Killers are certainly in control right now!
Jaysin and Lukas jump to their feet, reeling with adrenaline. Jaysin picks up TGB, rolling him into the ring and following in afterwards, going for the first cover of the match.
1....
2...
NO!!
The bastard barely gets a shoulder up, however Jaysin wastes no time in going for a second cover.
1...
2...
OH COME ON!
Ike Turner has come to the rescue, placing TGB's foot on the bottom rope. He spends a little too much time arguing with the referee, and doesn't see Lukas spring onto the apron, and charge at him, taking him down with a leaping body block!
Back in the ring, Jaysin has picked up TGB and placed him against the ropes, where he slumps but stays upright. The more controlled of the Payne brothers leaps over the top, standing behind TGB, and grabbing his neck, drops to the floor, causing the bastard to whiplash off and smash face first into the mat. Jaysin jumps back onto the apron, pulling himself up and over, flying through the air and dropping an elbow on the back of TGB's neck.
Lukas is back on the apron and shouting at his brother for the tag, Jaysin looks down at the fallen superhero and seems to decide he might as well, walking over to his corner and tagging in his brother. Jaysin leaps over the top, but just as his feet hit the mat the lights in the arena go out. The sound of a Raven's cry is heard, and when the lights come back on a moment later, a huge ornate throne has appeared besides the commentary table, and lounged out in it is "The Ripper" Danny B. Lukas stops dead in his tracks, staring down at The Ripper, Danny stares back, and it takes Jaysin shouting to his brother that TGB was starting to wake up for him to break the gaze and get back to the task at hand.
Hood: What the fuck is this lunatic doing here? There's a match going on godamnit!
Smith: He warned Lukas that there would be problems for him if the tag belt wasn't returned at the start of the show, and look, it hasn't been!
Hood: That doesn't excuse him from coming out here and ruining a great match!
Smith: First, he's just sitting there, secondly have you forgotten about that giant penis he drew on your head last time you insulted him, and third, you're the one worrying about him rather than the match, pay attention!
Back in the ring, TGB has gained a second wind, and is now excusing right hands with Lukas. Being the bigger of the two men, the caped crusader manages to get the better of the scrap, and wastes no time in falling back to tag in Turner, who comes running into the ring and, ducking a clothesline from Lukas, takes him down with a single leg drop. A couple of fists to the head later, Ike jumps up and takes to the ropes with speed, coming back in and nailing Lukas with a low drop kick has he tried to sit up.
Turner wastes no time, locking the right arm of Lukas into a key lock, wrenching in and trying to force a tap. Lukas manages to bridge upwards, and kicks off the floor, falling up and over onto his stomach and falling down on his stomach, reversing the pressure of the lock, forcing Turner to break it. Both men scramble to their feet, Lukas gets up a split second faster and goes in for the Irish Whip, Turner reverses it and sends him flying towards the ropes, TGB pulls down the top sending Lukas flying over the top and crashing onto the floor, right at the feet of The Ripper.
Hood: Don't you dare get involved you fucking lunatic!
Smith: Has he moved? Danny's been around long enough for us to know that he isn't that kind of underhanded cheat, besides, I would be more worried about Ike Turner at the moment.
Lukas seemed to hear Smith, as he turned right into a clothesline from Ike Turner, who had followed him onto the floor. Turner takes a look at Ripper, who just stares right back, before picking up Lukas and throwing him back into the ring. Lukas gains his composure before Ike is able to follow him in, and runs to his corner, getting the tag from Jaysin. As the composed brother steps through the ropes, Lukas jumps down to the floor and makes a run up the ramp, unbeknownst to his brother.
Hood: That's it kid, no point wasting your time here is there, save yourself!
Smith: Don't be ridiculous, what is he up to?
Jaysin and Ike takes turns trying to outsmart the other, aiming for takedowns, suplex's and fists. Ike finally gets the better and manages to combo a right hook and a left jab, sending Jaysin backwards, Ike takes a step backwards and pushes forward with a bicycle kick to the chest, flattening Jaysin onto the, luckily the technical wrestler had the wherewithal to roll out, grabbing the ropes, and using them as a shield, Ike comes in for a follow up attack, but is presented with a shoulder to the gut by Jaysin, who follows that up with a plancha over the top, rolling Ike into a sunset flip.
1...
2...
NO!!
Jaysin breaks free, and looks to make a tag, to a partner that isn't there, he looks around for his brother, finding nothing but a boot to the back of the head by Ike. Lukas appears on the stage, storming back to the ring, the tag team championship belt, a steel chain and a padlock in his hands.
Smith: That's what he was doing! Ripper being out here freaked him out so he's made sure he can keep a closer eye on the Tag Team Championship!
Hood: Smart move that, great kid that is.
Smith: He's so paranoid that he can't concentrate on this match, why he doesn't just give it back I'll never know!
In the confusion Ike has managed to make the tag to The Green Bastard, who jumps into the ring, catches Jaysin from behind and rolls him up for the pin.
1…
2…
3!
Belvedere: Here are your winners, IKE TURNER & THE GREEN BASTARD
Smith: What a debut for that eccentric team tonight.
Hood: Man that was almost going to be a good match, typical Jaysin getting distracted.
Smith: With good reason! And what do you mean typical? They’ve been here a week!
Suddenly the lights in the arena cut for just a second, when they come back, Ripper has moved from his chair and now stands in the middle of the ring, facing The Payne Killers.
Lukas pins himself against the turnbuckle, protecting the tag team championship, Jaysin puts himself between Ripper and his brother, telling him to both give it up and telling Ripper to back off. Danny cocks his head, a bemused smile on his face. Ripper holds up his hand, all five fingers extended, he drops the first one, breaking out into a laugh as he drops the second finger.
Lukas starts frantically trying to break the lock holding down the tag belt, he tugs but the chain holds strong. Ripper drops the third finger, suddenly stopping his laughter, and staring directly into the eyes of Jaysin Payne. Lukas seems to decide that freeing the belt is pointless and charges straight past his brother, trying to take down the Central Champion. Ripper barely moves as he sidesteps Lukas, laughing manically as the young upstart moves again, and again finds himself being sidestepped by Danny.
Jaysin steps in, trying to calm down his now frantic brother, to no avail. Lukas tries again, and this time finds himself floored by a clothesline from Danny B. Ripper turns to Jaysin and tells him that he wants his belt back. Jaysin tries to reason with Danny, quickly realising that there is nothing he can say. Danny bends down, without ever taking his eyes off Jaysin, and picks Lukas up by the beard. Ripper wraps his arms around Lukas' neck, telling Jaysin to get his belt or else.
Smith: This is about to get really serious, the worst thing is I don't think Lukas brought a key with him!
Hood: That maniac is gonna cut the roster in half at this rate, where the hell is Hollywood!
Smith: Probably not caring somewhere in the back!
Ripper shakes his finger at Jaysin, signalling a time up. He tightens the hold around Lukas' neck, forcing Jaysin to make a move. Danny drops Lukas as the two begin to exchange blows. Lukas gathers his breath, and joins in on the fight. Danny holds his own for a while, but quickly the numbers game gets the better of him.
The crowd explodes as for the second time in the evening Amber Ryan dashes through the crowd, sliding into the ring behind Jaysin and accidently finds herself with an elbow in the face from the collected one. Jaysin turns in horror, looking down at what he had done. He tries to bend down and help Amber, and gets a punch in the nose for his efforts. In this confusion Lukas has slipped out and has his head under the ring, coming up with a pair of bolt cutters.
The Payne Killers are in their car park, rushing to unlock their car and get out of there, as Lukas’ fumbles the keys, a roar is heard in the background. The wild man turns around and is blinded by a very bright light. As he stares into the light, trying to make out what or who it is, he hears a muffled thud come from the other side of the car, he turns his attention back to where his brother was standing a moment before, seeing nothing but an empty space. He’s knocked flying a second later as he’s speared out of the spot he was standing in by a hooded figure. The man in black then proceeds to take Lukas’ keys, open the door and stuff him inside of the vehicle, before taking the kid’s bag and walking off, whistling to himself.
The roar begins again and now a big Mustang races into view, ploughing into the side of the car were Lukas sits, hitting it so hard the car flips over, landing on its roof. The camera cuts back to ringside.
Smith: That is a serious accident, I hope emergency help is already on its way!
Hood: That was no accident, that was a deliberate hit and we know who fucking did it!
Smith: There is no proof!
Hood: Please, we know that was Ripper, and something should be done about him!
The show returns from commercial to find an unfamiliar individual standing in the middle of the ring. He's a bit red faced, as he has a microphone and has apparently been shouting his discontent during the break.
As Jaysin finds himself blocking an onslaught from Ryan, Lukas releases the tag team championship, slides into the ring, tries to clock Amber with the gold, which is ducked, but causes enough distraction for The Payne Killers to make it away from the ring and up the ramp as Amber helps Ripper up. The two leave together, as usual, inexplicably happy considering the situation.
???: Be quiet you inbred freaks, you're in the presence of greatness!
That just makes the fans boo louder.
???: Do you have any idea who I am? Do you have any idea what I'm going to do for this shitbag company? The OCW is going to hitch itself to the back of my star, baby, and we're going to rocket up into the sky!
Hood: This guy had a point, up until he called OCW a shitbag company.
Smith: Are you serious?
Hood: Yeah. I bet half the people in this arena have webbed toes and an extra fucking chromosome.
???: I've been signed to this company for two weeks. TWO WEEKS, and you bottom feeding sacks of scum don't even know my name! What kind of a mismanaged hellhole leaves someone like their future top star, Owen Clark, out in the dark while letting some greasy, obese maniac with no sense of portion control like Robert enter the newcomers' battle royal, and win the damned thing!
Smith: Owen Clark is not going to be making an friends here with an attitude like that.
Hood: Half the time I want to give this kid a standing ovation, and the other half I want to punch him in the dick. So if he could be a little less dick punchy, then he'll have a fan in me.
Clark: I am the future of this company, and there is no force on heaven or earth that can...
Owen Clark's tirade is interrupted by a crescendo of doom metal guitars and sorrowful violins as Dimmu Borgir's "Perfection or Vanity" announces the arrival of yet another newcomer. Judging from the spiky letter under the demonic logo, the fellow's name is Gaunt.
Mr. Gaunt struts out onto the entry ramp, resplendent in an expensive black suit, a red silk tie, and rather oddly a pair of leather gloves covering his hands. Though sporting a cane, he doesn't need it to walk, rather it serving as a fashion accessory. With a tremendous grin on his face he spreads his arms wide. A pair of masked figures stride in behind him, one near seven feet dressed in a long coat, suit, tie, and bowler hat, the other a woman who looks like she does most of her shopping in the motorcycle leathers department.
Smith: Leeland Gaunt of the Black Crusade making his debut here tonight. Gaunt has been terrorizing the Independent Wrestling Cartel with his fellows for the better part of the past year.
Hood: Gaunt's a good name for him. Looks like he needs to add a few pounds onto that frame, or else we'll be calling him Mr. Bones.
Leeland Gaunt waits for the crowd's reactions to quiet somewhat and then signals for his entry music to be cut off. The larger of his accompanying followers produces a microphone from beneath his coat, handing it to Mr. Gaunt.
Mr. Gaunt: Ladies and gentleman, my name is Leeland Gaunt, and I have what you need. I...
Owen Clark isn't taking kindly to the interruption.
Clark: HOW DARE YOU! I'm trying to make a point about how terribly misused I've been and how the OCW needs...
Mr. Gaunt: My child, the time in which you are speaking is time that has been gifted to me and mine. So as soon as I've said my piece, you can go right back to whatever it was you were doing.
Now as I was saying, I am Leeland Gaunt, and with me are my butler Hush and my bodyguard...
Clark: No one cares about you and your...
Mr. Gaunt: SILENCE!
Gaunt pauses to let the echo of his bellow lap the arena a few times.
Mr. Gaunt: No seriously, those are their names, Hush and Silence. And we are here...
Clark: I'm not going to be intimidated by the likes of you and your seven foot bodyguard in the stupid hat.
Mr. Gaunt: My boy, my bodyguard is the lovely lady in leather and my butler is the seven footer with the hat. Now please, do close your mouth before you make yourself look even more ridiculous than Mr. Hush's choice of headwear.
Now as I was saying, we are here on behalf of my client, a name which is known to many of you. His very existence drives him to battle, to chaos, to war, and to strife. He...
Clark: BO-RING! Who gives a damn about your client when the OCW's future World Champion, its future main eventers, the man who will soon be the very face of this industry.
Mr. Gaunt brushes his mop of dark, stringy hair out of his face, shaking his head and sighing.
Mr. Gaunt: I've been polite, my boy, but at this point I think my client would be far more interested in speaking to you face to face than through an intermediary.
Clark: Bring him! Bring your butler with the stupid hat, your body guard with the S&M fetish, and your uncharismatic bore of a client who needs an ugly fucking twig like you to speak for him because he can barely string together three words of English without drooling on himself!
Gaunt slips off his jacket and grips his cane with both hands.
Mr. Gaunt: My my, the way you talk lad you seem to be just DYING to meet my client. So allow me to call him. If you would be so kind, my dear?
Gaunt turns towards Silence, who nods and pulls up the sleeve of her jacket. With a sudden jerk and a twist, Mr. Gaunt has pulled a large dagger free from his cane, and with a practiced motion slices the skin of his bodyguard's forearm, droplets of blood beginning to pour from her opened veins down onto the entry ramp.
Mr. Gaunt: Though call isn't quite the proper word. It's more like... summon.
His gloved hands covered in blood, Gaunt drops to his knees in the middle of the entry ramp, a maniac's grin upon his face as he shouts at the top of his lungs.
Mr. Gaunt: LEGION! COME FORTH!
There is a sudden burst of static, every camera in the arena having its video distorted for a moment just as the lights go out. There is a two part drum tone, like a heartbeat, sounding in the darkness as a spotlight shines down on the ramp, contained within a glowing red circle filled with geometric designs and sigils that was not there a moment before.
Hood: I don't think I like this. Has the new management forgotten to pay the power bill?
The drumbeat sounds again and the spotlight is gone.
Smith: Quiet!
A third sound and the spotlight is back, though the glowing design is gone, and in its place a black gauntleted hand has apparently torn itself up through the entry ramp.
Smith: My god in heaven, what is THAT?
A fourth, and the lights are back, an infernal red as the clawed hand grips the mesh of the entry ramp and appears to be in the process of tearing it open.
Hood: I think the answer to that would be Legion, who is apparently clawing his way up from hell via our entry ramp.
Flames spout on the top of the stage, in time with the beat as the guitars of Fantomas' "Henry, Portrait of a Serial Killer" kick in.
The monstrous Legion has torn open a hole in the entry ramp big enough for him to emerge in all his seven foot glory. The titanic masked man looks like some nightmarish composite between a knight in full plate armor, a demon, and some kind of giant bipedal insect. The dark plates looking more like chitin than metal or plastic. The sight of the monster seems to have put a frog in Owen Clark's throat as the creature strides down the ramp and rolls into the ring.
Rather than stand up any sort of normal way, Legion seems to almost slither bonelessly to his feet.
Clark: You have no right to be in my ring! I am the future of this company! Do you hear me? I am the future!
Legion doesn't seem so much to speak as rasp, a multitude of overlapping voices speaking each and every one of his words and he pronounces doom upon Owen Clark, who looks rather out of it. He blinks his eyes a few times, a trickle of blood flowing from his nostrils.
Hood: Oh my freakin' god, my ears! That wasn't somebody speaking that was somebody attacking this arena with a goddamned sonic weapon is what that was!And then Legion knocks Owen Clark out of his boots with an incredible lariat. He peels the egomaniacal carcass of Clark off the mat with one hand, flinging him into the corner and rushing in with a tremendous splash. The Inhuman Wrecking Machine follows this up with a whip to the ropes, Owen Clark's legs wobbling gelatinously moments before he's hefted up into the air by his throat, only to be dropped right into a left-handed uppercut from that sinister looking gauntlet.
Smith: Oh my!
The rest of the Black Crusade have made it down to ringside with Mr. Hush rolling into the ring. Legion deadlifts the lifeless husk of Owen Clark from the ground, the big man showing amazing agility as he takes two big steps towards the ring ropes and springs off the second, smashing Clark underneath him with a moonsault fallaway slam.
Hood: Well, goodbye Owen Clark, it was nice knowing you!
Gaunt and Silence has now entered the ring as well. Mr. Hush opens his long coat, rather like a flasher, but instead of unmentionable hairy parts, he instead reveals a bunch of light tubes and other oddities concealed within his coat. He and Silence begin to remove them, as well as several other items. A metal baseball bat that might be more accurately called a club is also fastened within his coat, sporting nails, spikes, and halves of sawblades welded to it. Mr. Gaunt stands before the spectacle as his two employees get to work.
Mr. Gaunt: As I was saying, ladies and gentlemen, I am Leeland Gaunt and I come before you tonight to bring you what you need. An end to the inane whining, an end to egotistic rambling, an end to the feeble self-centered delusions of a man who, let's be honest, will never amount to be even a fraction of a percent of what he promises to be.
Owen Clark, you are a tumor on the asshole of humanity, and it is my greatest pleasure tonight to assure that you are forever cut free of it. You will never again taint this company with your filth. You will never bore thousands upon thousands with useless drivel detailing your grotesquely obnoxious adoration for yourself. And most of all you will never, ever interrupt your betters while they are speaking again.
If you're lucky you'll be able to walk again in a few months, so you'll have that to look forward to.
Silence and Hush step back to reveal that they have taped a monstrous number of light tubes to Owen Clark's arms, legs, and back, his arms sticking straight out at right angles to his body. Once again Legion deadlifts the limp Clark up to a standing position, and then flipping him up into the air into a Crucifix Bomb position.
Smith: You cannot be serious! There is no way that Leeland Gaunt is going to allow his monster to do this to another human being!
Hood: I don't know if you've been paying attention, but I've got a sneaking suspicion that whatever Legion is, "human" is not it.
Gaunt gives the hoisted up Clark a pat on the knee.
Mr. Gaunt: Ta-ta, Clarksy-poo. Give the devil a kiss from me when you hit Hell!
Security is rushing out, but they're far too late to stop Legion from running across the ring, throwing the limp, immobile form of Owen Clark over the top rope and to the floor in a hellish Crucifix Powerbomb. There is a sickening crunch as Owen's weight shatters the tubes taped to his back, driving the shards deep into his own flesh. A bloodcurdling shriek of agony is the first sound that's come from him for the past few minutes, and EMT's are already on the scene.
In the ring Gaunt is grinning like a madman, he twirls his cane and takes an overly regal bow. There is a sudden flash of static, a distortion of the camera's image and the lights go out. A few moments later when they come back on the Black Crusade is nowhere to be found and there's an old time-y phonograph in the middle of the ring playing a little swing tune.
Smith: Thank God you don't see things like that every day. Leeland Gaunt and the Black Crusade making a statement with their debut here tonight.
Hood: And what a statement! I think Mr. Gaunt just had a man's career ended right here in front of us for the unpardonable sin of INTERRUPTING him.
The jaunty swing music seems to have slowly morphed into a repeating sinister laugh.
Hood: Okay, now even THAT I find disturbing.
Belvedere: This is a Tag Team match that is scheduled for one fall.
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!
Belvedere: First to the ring, from New York, Brooklyn, weighing in at two hundred and twenty five pounds... MARK STORM.
‘Dropping Plates’ by Disturbed plays over the PA system as Stonewall Vargas walks onto the stage. He walks down the ramp cursing at the audience as they boo him. He walks into the ring and stands opposite Mark Storm, staring him down.
Belvedere: And his partner, from Clarksburg, Tennessee, weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds...STONEWALL VARGAS.
Smart Went Crazy begins to echo 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 partner.
Belvedere: And there opponents, first, from Timmins, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at two hundred and twenty two pounds, he is the OCW Internet Champion,BOB GRENIER
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 partner, from Benalla, weighing in at two hundred and sixteen pounds, he is the OCW Northeastern Champion, PERZAG.
Smith: A great match about to take place here.
Hood: Indeed. Lets all hail PerZag.
Smith: Lets not.
Both teams seem to get into arguments, picking who would go first. In the end, PerZag steps out of the ring, and Stonewall Vargas pushes Mark Storm to the outside.
Smith: These teams are not going to work together very well.
Hood: Which will make this a fun match to watch.
Stonewall Vargas and Bob Grenier lock up. They seem to have the same amount of strength, since none of them can overpower the other. They both let go, and simultaneously give each other eye rakes. They both grab their eyes, as they wander into the corners, and get tagged in by their partners.
Smith: It looks like Stonewall and Bob are a perfect match.
Hood: When is their wedding. Will they invite me.
Smith: That is not what I meant.
Hood: They won’t invite you to their wedding...that’s for sure.
Mark Storm jumps over the ropes and into the ring. PerZag creeps into the ring, and stares down Mark Storm.
Smith: This is what we have been waiting for. PerZag and Mark Storm.
Hood: All hail PerZag.
Smith: No...All hail Storm.
Mark Storm and PerZag lock up in the center of the ring. PerZag quickly puts Mark Storm into a headlock, and Mark Storm backs PerZag into the ropes. He bounces PerZag off of the ropes, and Irish Whips him into the opposite ropes. PerZag rebounds back and Storm jumps over him. PerZag rebounds off the ropes again, and Storm lays on the ground. PerZag jumps over him and rebounds off of the other ropes. Storm hits an armdrag on PerZag. PerZag gets up again, and Storm hits another armdrag. PerZag gets up once again, and Storm goes for another armdrag, but PerZag reverses it, and hits an armdrag himself.
Smith: A good back and forward match here. A great match in place.
Hood: We still have two title matches on later tonight.
Smith: And they will be great to see.
Mark Storm starts slowly getting to his feet. PerZag sizes Storm up, and runs in hitting a Fameasser. PerZag quickly goes for the pin.
1
Kick Out!!!
Smith: Too early for a pinfall.
Hood: Nothing is too early for PerZag. He can beat anyone really quickly.
Smith: Anyone could. Depending on who they face.
Hood: If they fought you, it would be over in 3 seconds.
PerZag gets to his feat and picks Storm up. He puts on a headlock, and drags him over to the corner. Grenier tags in, and steps into the ring. He climbs to the second turnbuckle, and jumps off hitting Storm with a Double Axe Handle on his back. PerZag lets go of him and exits the ring, as Scruff hits the count of three. Grenier grabs Storm by the back and hits a German suplex. He covers Storm for the count.
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Kick Out!!!
Smith: Another kick out by Storm.
Hood: Come on Grenier, bring PerZag back in.
Smith: He just went out.
Hood: But, PerZag is the Worthiest.
Smith: You are trying to get higher on The Worthy 10 aren’t you.
Grenier picks Storm up again, and tosses him into the corner. Grenier runs in and hits Storm with a clothesline. Storm staggers away from the corner, and Grenier quickly climbs to the second turnbuckle. He jumps off and hits Storm with a flying neckbreaker. Grenier goes for the cover once again.
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Kick Out!!!
Smith: It is going to take a lot more than that to pin Storm.
Hood: I know...bring in PerZag.
Smith: Just shut up about PerZag. Why don’t you talk about someone else.
Hood: Bring back Bifford.
Smith: Now thats not cool.
Bob Grenier picks Storm up and Irish Whips him into the other corner. He charges in at Storm ready to hit another clothesline, but Storm quickly ducks out of the way, and Grenier hits the turnbuckle hard. He falls onto the ground as Storm collapses to the ground as well.
Smith: Great reversal by Storm.
Hood: Grenier is an idiot.
Smith: That is not a nice thing to say.
Hood: How about this...Smith, you are a dick sucking, camel ball licking, mother fucking, complete ass licker.
Smith: Now that is just rude.
Mark Storm starts crawling towards Stonewall trying to make a tag. Grenier sees this and he walks over and grabs Storm’s legs and drags him over to his corner. He tags in PerZag. PerZag climbs to the top turnbuckle, and jumps off hitting a elbow drop. PerZag picks Storm up and hits a belly-to-belly suplex. PerZag goes for the pin.
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Kick Out!!!
Smith: Another kick out by Storm, but I don’t know how long he will last.
Hood: Probably about as long as the nights you spend with male prostitutes.
Smith: That doesn’t last long.
Hood: I know. I see what happens every night.
Smith: Nothing happens. I love my wife.
Hood: Sure you do.
PerZag picks Storm up and pulls him over to the corner. He tags in Grenier, whom enters the ring and rakes Storm’s eyes. He pulls Storm away and hits an uppercut. He grabs Storm and hits a suplex with great impact. Grenier goes for the cover.
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Kick Out!!!
Smith: Another quick kick out from Storm.
Hood: Quickly in, quickly out.
Smith: That sounds gross.
Hood: You thought of it.
Grenier picks Storm up and hits him with a fallaway slam. He walks up to Storm, whom is laying on the ground, hurt, and hits a standing shooting star press. Grenier holds on for the pin.
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Kick Out!!!
Smith: What did I just see? Grenier hitting a standing shooting star press.
Hood: That’s funny.
Smith: What’s funny?
Hood: You asked a question, and then answered it yourself. You are an idiot.
Smith: You are not a nice person.
Hood: You should know that by now.
The crowd starts chanting ‘HOW DID HE DO THAT?” clap clap clap “HOW DID HE DO THAT?”. Grenier looks at the crowd and yells out “BECAUSE I AM THE GREATEST MAN ALIVE.” He turns around to go and pick up Storm, but Storm is standing up, and hits a standing dropkick on Grenier, which takes him down.
Smith: Grenier’s crowd distracted him.
Hood: He is not going to be very happy about that.
Grenier slowly gets to his feet. He sees Storm getting closer to Stonewall Vargas, so he rushes over to Storm. He grabs Storm by the leg, and Storm gets to his feet. Grenier starts to drag Storm over to PerZag, but Storm shakes his head. He hits Grenier with an enziguri, which knocks Grenier to the ground.
Smith: This is a great match.
Hood: It isn’t. We want PerZag.
Smith: I don’t.
Hood: No. You want Storm in bed.
Smith: I DO NOT.
Hood: Do Too.
Mark Storm starts crawling towards Stonewall to make the tag. Grenier slowly gets to his feet. Grenier sees Storm, and charges over towards him. Storm tags Stonewall in, and Stonewall springboards in and hits Grenier with a clothesline that plants him on the ground. He picks Grenier up, and hits Snakebite (Ken Kennedy’s Mic Check). Stonewall goes for the pin.
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PerZag jumps on Stonewall breaking the pin.
Smith: So close. Stonewall nearly picked up the victory.
Hood: Nearly won the match, lucky PerZag was there.
Smith: That was pure luck.
PerZag picks Stonewall up, and kicks him in the gut. He hooks Stonewall up and hits him with a PerZag Perfection. He grabs Grenier and drags him over to the corner. He steps outside, and tags himself in. PerZag enters the ring, and walks over to Stonewall. Before he can get close enough to Stonewall, Mark Storm jumps off of the top turnbuckle and hits PerZag with a missile dropkick. The crowd starts chanting ‘THIS IS AWESOME’ over and over again.
Smith: The crowd is certainly right. This is Awesome. Go Storm, you can do it.
Hood: No. Go PerZag.
Smith: Go Grenier.
Hood: Go Vargas.
Mark Storm gets to his feet and yells to the crowd, who cheer along with him. Storm picks PerZag up and hits The Storm. Mark Storm runs over to a turnbuckle and climbs to the top turnbuckle, and motions to the crowd.
Smith: What is Storm going to do?
Hood: I don’t know. Don’t ask me.
Suddenly, Grenier gets to his feet and hits the top rope. Storm loses his balance and falls down, landing his crotch on the top turnbuckle. He groans in pain. Grenier quickly runs over to the turnbuckle and gets Storm into position. He picks Storm up and hits Hollinger Park Hangman (Samoa Joe Musclebuster), he looks at the down and out Storm and yells out “I AM THE GREATEST MAN ALIVE.” Grenier turns around and is hit with a Snakebite from Stonewall Vargas. Grenier lays down next to Storm, as they both lay there completely out of it.
Smith: PerZag is down, Storm is down, and Grenier is down.
Hood: Stonewall is going to win it.
Smith: That seems very likely to happen.
Stonewall Vargas turns around and walks over to PerZag. He picks PerZag up, and motions to the crowd for the Snakebite. He gets PerZag into position, but PerZag quickly strikes Stonewall in the kidney. He continues to strike him in the kidney, until Stonewall finally lets go. PerZag quickly climbs to the top rope, but Stonewall runs onto the top rope, grabs PerZag, and hits a Snakebite off of the top rope, and to the mat. The crowd chants ‘HOLY SHIT...HOLY SHIT.’
Smith: That is a HOLY SHIT moment.
Hood: Oh, no. PerZag is going to lose.
Stonewall goes for the cover.
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Grenier jumps on Stonewall to stop the count. Grenier stands up, and turns around to see Mark Storm on the top rope, motioning towards him. Storm jumps off, and goes for a missile dropkick. Grenier ducks, and Storm accidentally hits Stonewall with it. Storm stands up and looks at Stonewall, who is standing in the corner. Grenier comes from behind, and grabs Storm, tossing him over the top rope and out of the ring.
Smith: This match is full of nonstop action.
Hood: And Storm just hit his own partner.
Smith: That may have cost Storm the match.
Bob Grenier walks over to Stonewall and places him on the top turnbuckle. He motions to the crowd for the Hollinger Park Hangman, but Storm reenters the ring. Grenier charges towards him for a clothesline, but Storm ducks. Storm hits a few punches on Grenier, and then clotheslines him out of the ring, with Storm going with him. That leaves PerZag and Stonewall the only two men left in the ring.
Smith: This has got to end soon.
Hood: Look. PerZag may end it.
PerZag is getting to his feet. He looks around the ring, and sees Storm and Grenier outside, and looks over at Stonewall on the top turnbuckle. PerZag smiles, and quickly climbs the turnbuckle. He punches Stonewall, and hooks him up for the PerZag Perfection. He lifts Stonewall up, and perfectly hits the PerZag Perfection (Perfect Plex) from the turnbuckle to the mat. Grenier reenters the ring, and Storm does as well. Grenier grabs Storm, lifts him up and hits Hollinger Park Hangman. PerZag holds on for the pin on Stonewall Vargas
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Belvedere: The winners of the match...PERZAG and BOB GRENIER.
Smith: They did it. A great match just took place.
Hood: A really decent match indeed, and the Worthiest of All, PerZag came out with win. All hail PerZag.
Smith: I do have to admit, that that was a decent match, even if PerZag picked up the victory.
Hood: A decent match indeed. So many people were close to winning it, but PerZag won it instead.
Smith: Storm had a good match as well. That was a close one for him. He was just unlucky.
As Grenier and PerZag celebrate their victory. Mark Storm slowly gets up, he exits the ring and grabs Grenier's Internet championship from Belvedere, shoving him to the ground in the process. This gets Grenier's attention, Grenier looks at Storm, mocking him as the belt is rightfully his. Storm is about to lunge at Grenier but instead, picks Stonewall up from the mat as if to help him up, but then drops him with the Storm! Grenier and PerZag look to one another, and shrug it off. Storm however is not in the mood, he runs toward Grenier and smacks him with the Internet title as he drops fists of fury to Grenier's face. PerZag stands letting the two go at it, but before long he's seen enough. He grabs Storm off of Grenier and hits the PerZag Perfection. He grabs the fallen Internet championship and tosses it to Grenier. The two slowly exit the ring, looking up at their fallen opponents. PerZag again smiles evilly nudging Grenier motioning him to come back to the ring with him, Grenier shakes his head, PerZag doesn't give a shit either way as he presses on, heading back to the ring by himself.
PerZag picks up a chair, and watches Mark Storm as he slowly gets to his feet, with his back turned to PerZag. Mark Storm turns around, and PerZag hits Storm with the chair in the face. Storm falls onto the mat, and PerZag hits him with the chair again. He raises the chair up to hit Storm again, but Grenier charges down the ramp and into the ring. PerZag starts backing away as Grenier tries to get PerZag to strikes him with the chair. PerZag backs into the rope and smiles. He chucks the chair at Grenier, who catches it. Grenier holds onto the chair as PerZag takes a step forward. Grenier raises the chair as PerZag points to his head. Grenier turns around and hits Storm with the chair. The crowd boos.
Smith: What is going on?
Hood: This is the Grenier I have wanted to see in a long time.
Smith: No this is not what I want to see.
Hood: Then cover your eyes you pussy.
Bob Grenier continues to hit Mark Storm with the chair. Stonewall Vargas, reenters the ring, and Grenier hits Stonewall with the chair as well. PerZag smiles as he picks Stonewall up, and tosses him out of the ring. He walks over to Storm, and picks him up, and tosses him over the top rope and out of the ring as well. Grenier walks over to the ropes and throws the chair out of the ring. PerZag walks to the opposite side of the ring, and gets a mic from Belvedere. He walks back to the center of the ring, next to Grenier, as the crowd continues to boo.
PerZag: This is what I have been waiting for. Waiting to show you the unveiling of the Worthy Bob Grenier.
The crowd continues to boo.
Smith: The Worthy Bob Grenier.
Hood: This officially means that Grenier is off of the Unworthy List.
PerZag: You want to know something.
The crowd continues to boo.
PerZag: This happens because of all of you. You people are complete fucking Unworthy, and we need to show you all who the Worthy people truly are.
Smith: This is just...
Hood: ...Awesome. This is awesome.
PerZag: I am the North Eastern Champion, and Mr. Bob Grenier here is the Internet Champion. We are Power and Worth. If you have the Power, you have the Worth, and we certainly do. I am a former Internet Champion, the current North Eastern champion, and I hold the best record in OCW today. I have never lost a Pay Per View match either. Mr. Bob Grenier here is an Internet Champion. We hold two of the titles in OCW today, which shows that we have the Power, which is why we also are Worthy. We are Power and Worth.
Smith: Power and Worth.
Hood: Power and Worth are the best. Go Power and Worth.
Smith: You are only saying that because you think you can get higher on the Worthy 10.
Hood: I am Number 7. Next I will be like Number 4. What number are you?
Smith: I don’t care what number I am.
Hood: That is why you are not in the Worthy 10...because you are Unworthy.
PerZag: We are Power and Worth, and this is just the beginning. This new era will be ours, and no one will stop us.
PerZag and Bob Grenier exit the ring as the crowd continues to boo. They walk up the ramp, raising their hands. They go backstage as the camera pans onto Smith and Hood.
Smith: WOW. This is different. A new combination.
Hood: Power and Worth are the best.
Smith: Stop trying to get yourself higher on the Worthy 10. You know it is not real.
Hood: This week on the Unworthy 10...Number One is Smith.
Smith: Shut up.
Ian Bishop is sitting at his desk as his door smashes open, and in it stands Danny B.
Ian: Ripper? What do I owe this, er, pleasure?
Danny steps into the room, making sure to carefully readjust the Central Championship belt on his shoulder. He carried another belt in his hand, the Tag Team Championship.
Danny: So you're this bigwig suit now are you Bishy? Well, maybe you and that back of yours can actually do something useful for once in your damn life?
Bishop keeps his cool as he stands to look Danny in the eye.
Ian: Oh yeah, and that would be..?
Danny: Next week, I want a match, I want to fight Serena Ransolver and Ana Archia in a two on one handicap match. If they win, they get a tag team championship shot some point soon.
Bishop sits back down, resting his head in his hands.
You mean the tag team championship that you seem to have gotten back? How did that happen exactly?
Found it on the floor, box of chocolates and a card underneath. Nice kid.
Bishop eyes him suspiciously.
Well, for the first time in your life you've come up with something decent. Alright, you have it, next week, you versus Ransolver & Archia. Now get the fuck out of my office.
Ripper turns on his heels and does just that, a smile adorning his face.
Belvedere: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is scheduled for one fall and is for the Western Championship!
"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. Natasha Dragonali finally walks down the ramp and joins Serena at Ringside.
Belvedere: Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Serena Ransolver and Natasha Dragonali Ana Archia!
Smith: What an opportunity here for the young Archia, something born of her friend's desire to steal the tag team championship.
Hood: Well, seems being good looking really does get you somewhere, I mean what has Ana done to be in the title match! Should have awarded this one to Bob Grenier!
Smith: As much as I don't think the titles should be awarded, I do have to say that Ana has a lucky chance here tonight. However, it has to play in her mind that when she fought Ripper she lost rather convincingly, many say that Amber is better in that ring than her tag team partner, this is going to be an uphill climb!
"Extreme" by Valora comes through the arena as the lights dim, welcoming the entrance of the distorted angel. She steps through the curtain, soaking in the crowd reaction. As she began to make her way down to the ring, Danny B stepped out from behind the curtain, clapping for his partner. Amber makes her way around the ring, making sure to stare right into the eyes of Serena as she walks past, before sliding in under the ring and preparing for the fight ahead. Ripper takes post in her corner, his eyes firmly on Serena.
Belvedere: And her opponent, being accompanied to the ring by OCW Tag team and Central Champion, "The Ripper" Danny B, from Dallas, Texas, she is the other half of the tag team champions, "The Distorted Angel, Amber Ryan!
Ana wastes no time whatsoever, taking out Amber with a running takedown, of sorts, more of a fumble. But it takes Amber down, and Ana starts slapping away at Amber, trying to do, whatever the hell Ana Archia does. Gruff pulls her off, allowing Amber to get to her feet before ringing the bell to officially start the match.
Amber cracks her jaw, smiling slightly at the balls of the young lunatic. She fakes a takedown attempt, making Ana jump backwards. Deciding it was time to have some fun, Amber goes for a clothesline, stopping short and watching Ana nearly fall out of the ring as she fumbles backwards. Serena pushes her friend back in, seemingly with a slight amount of malice.
Smith: Reckon there’s some resentment from Serena because of what Ana did earlier?
Hood: What, you think Serena cares that Ana stole the championship belt and gave it back to Amber without her having to work for it? Yeah probably.
Smith: You mean the belt that was Amber’s anyway?
Hood: Your taco belonged to you until I took it, do you want that back?
Smith: Well, if you need to go and evacuate please, be my guest.
Archia steadies herself, waiting for Amber to make the next move. The redhead seems to decide otherwise however, turning her back on Ana and going over to her corner, leaning over the ropes and engaging in a conversation with Ripper. Ana takes the bait and goes in for a chop block, with Amber jumps up over and comes back down with both feet in the spine. Playful mood over, Amber splits her legs, landing tail end first on the lower back of Archia, before grabbing the arms and wrenching back with a camel clutch. As Gruff goes in to check for the submission, Serena runs around the ring, getting in the face of Amber. Ripper pushes Serena back, getting into an argument with the newcomer. In all this, no one had noticed Natasha move to the other side of the ring, and place Ana’s foot on the bottom. Something which Serena then pointed out to the man in black and white, who was forced to call a break.
Smith: It was only a matter of time before those two came into play, and it’s happened already.
Hood: Well, Ryan shouldn’t have been playing tricks should she?
Smith: Having a bit of fun in the middle of a match is not getting involved from the outside. Worst thing is, Ana would kill them for it, she wants this chance to prove herself.
Hood: Well she should hurry up and do something about it really, because right now she is getting her ass kicked.
That she was, in the ring Amber picks up Ana, whipping her into the opposite corner, turns a burst of speed and drives a shoulder into the gut with a hard hitting spear. Ana flops down in the corner, and Ryan responds with a running drop kick to the face.
Ana gets to her knee, trying to gain her composure and is met with a shining wizard from Ryan. Archia falls flat, looking completely out of it. Serena leans in and grabs the arm of her friend pulling her from the ring and trying to help her get her composure. Amber looks down on the pair before pulling herself over the top and flying through the air, taking the two down with a double shoulder block. Scathed but not hurt, Amber jumps to her feet, screaming with Adrenaline, she turns a foot to the face of Ana, before putting a foot squarely in the face of Serena.
Smith: That’s what you get for sticking your nose in where the tag champions are concerned!
Hood: Why is she worrying about Serena, she should just get on with the damn match!
Smith: I think that’s what she is trying to do.
Amber rolls back into the ring, waiting as the count started for the girl on the outside.
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Ana pulls herself together and rolls back in. Amber allows her to clumsily get to her feet before coming with a very basic collar and elbow. Ana seems to be more elbows though, somehow managing to stick hers directly under Amber’s chin. As Ryan reels backwards, Ana takes her chance and springs off the ropes, landing on the shoulders of Amber, throwing her weight downwards and flipping Ryan out with a hurricarana. Amber springs up immediately, and goes charging at Ana, who grabs the arm as she goes past, pulling downwards, nearly wrenching Amber’s arm out of its socket as she is pulled face down onto the mat.
Smith: What a turnaround here, Ana seems to have come out of nowhere to take advantage of the wily veteran for the first time in the match!
Hood: Well, she might not get herself killed now, but Ana has to be careful, there is no way she can win without the guidance and advice of Serena and Natasha.
Smith: She seems to be doing just fine on her own, experience is starting to show through in the young girl from the bookstore.
Not wanting to waste any more time, Ana locks in an armbar on the champion, leaning over her back, wrenching as far as it would go. Ripper starts smacking the apron trying to rouse his partner. Amber shows amazing resilience as she pulls herself forward, carrying the weight of Ana on her back. Eventually she is able to make reach out and touch the ropes with her fingertips. Serena tries pushing them off, but is seen and warned to watch herself as Ana breaks the hold. Archia places a boot in the back of Ryan’s head, smashing her face into the mat. The daughter of darkness fumbles her way through the ropes, and clumsily climbs the turnbuckle. She slips, falling forwards, yet somehow lands a headbutt on the small of Ryan’s spine. Archia quickly shoots the half and calls goes for a cover.
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HER HAND IS ON THE ROPES!
Smith: Experience showing through there, Amber had the ring presence to know where she was, conserving energy at this point is a great move.
Hood: Meh, I think that diving headbutt was far more effective. Perfectly placed move if you ask me.
Smith: No one did.
Ana sits back, taking the time to recover slightly. Natasha starts shouting at the referee on the outside, taking his attention long enough for Serena to reach through the ropes and punch Amber square in the nose. She turns into a spear from Danny B, which elicits a huge cheer from the crowd. Back on the other side, the ref has decided he’s had enough of the blonde bombshell’s distractions, and sends her out! Natasha kicks and screams as she makes her way up the ramp and out of the arena.
Amber now manages to pulls herself up with the ropes, but is met with a clothesline from Ana, who sends herself tumbling over the ropes with her. Somehow she hangs on to the top rope, coming to a clumsy stop on the apron. Ana pulls herself up and back through the ropes, pleading with the referee to start the count on the outside. Danny pleads with Amber to get up as the count begins, she obliges and manages to roll under the bottom as the count hits three. Ana goes in to pick up Amber, but is caught with a small package, rolling her up and pinning her down,
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Ana comes up quick, backing up into the corner to create space, she takes her chance and comes at Amber as the champion comes up. Amber is taken down with a cross body block from the white skinned upstart. Ana goes for another cover, but Amber manages to wriggle free before the leg is hooked, and kicks out with her right foot, smashing Ana in the face. Archia falls backwards onto her backside and while holding her nose, is met with a punch in the face from Amber, who strikes out of desperation.
Ryan scrambles to her feet and goes in for a low drop kick on her opponent, Ana falls backwards avoiding the move. Both ladies scramble back to their feet, but Ana gets there faster. She places a kick in Amber’s stomach, causing her to bend forwards in pain. Ana grabs the head, jumps, and kicks off Amber’s stomach, rotating through the air and comes down with the cutter. However, Amber rolls it through, punching Ana in face one more time. With her opponent reeling from another smack to the face, Amber pulls her up by the hair, locks in the head, wrenches the arms and kicks out, dropping Ana with the ‘Original Sin’. Amber breaks the lock, pushing Ana onto her back and going for the cover…
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Here is your winner and the NEW OCW WESTERN CHAMPION, The Distorted Angel, AMBER RYAN!
“Extreme” plays through the arena as Amber is handed her new championship belt. She drops to her knees, holding the gold in her hands and staring at it. Ripper slides into the ring and gives a round of applause on his own, then offers her a hand up. She takes it and the two hug in the ring.
Amber seems to catch onto what she’s doing, and breaks away, straightening herself out. Danny takes a step back, and looks at his central championship, Amber does the same, looking down at the Western gold. The two crack into a smile as they raise their belts in the air, looking straight at one another.
Holy Cheesus! What a match that was, and now look at the scene we have in the ring, the Tag Team Champions enter familiar territory as at Genesis, they will now be on opposite sides of the ring competing for the World Championship!
Hood: That is just not fair for poor PerZag, he’s already outnumbered before he even gets into the match!
Smith: These two may be tag champions, but when the prize is on the line, these two know how to go against each other in the ring, what a match it’s shaping up to be already!
After the commercial break, the scene opens to Treat's office, as he, GM Ian Bishop, Head of Security Mack Hollywood along with big man Bishop bodyguard Knox sit huddled around the television monitor watching everything unfold. Just as Cassidy is about to confer with his GM, his office door flings open. Mack and Knox spring up ready to throw down as two suited men saunter into the office.
???: Ease up partners. We ain't here for no trouble, just a little money that's owed to us.
???: Pay up little man and ain't nothing gonna happen.
Bishop: You know these clowns, Treat?
Bishop nods to Mack and Knox, Knox knows nothing but a good solid ass kicking and Mack's always equipped with his daddy's 9mm tucked in his waistband, they are just waiting for the chance. Despite Cassidy's heavy backing, he still stares on like he's seen the devil himself...
Cassidy: Unfortunately, yes I do... Guys, it's been a freaken decade since I've laid eyes on you two. I thought that was history...
???: $200,000 isn't fuckin nessecarily history, TRENT.
???: Yeah, TRENT... You skip off on our deal and go on to be some big wig, on OUR DIME!?! No fucking way in hell.
The situation is heated up a little since the beginning, Knox cracks his knuckles as Mack discreetly lifts his leather jacket up, revealing the butt of his 9mm. The two back off a little looking at each other. The bigger man of the two speaks up.
???: Fine, we'll leave...for now....But you have exactly 48... no...make that 24 fucking hours to pay us in full, or no little pea shooter or jolly green giant is gonna fucking stop us, or the things that will happen to you or this esteemed company you're building....we'll see our way out...FOR NOW.
The two men leave as Bishop summons Mack and Knox to follow them out closely, Cassidy looks stressed, exhaling a deep long breath as Bishop and he talk about what just took place as the scene fades to the 11 o'clock news.
This next match is a first blood match, and it is for the OCW Southern Championship!
"The black wind howls" starts to play as the lights go out. A spotlight shines down on the entrance and Sean Fuller emerges with his newest adviser Celeste Cooper following not far behind.
She steps out to Sean's left applauding him and smiling in his direction as the arena is silent. Sean stands on the stage surveying the crowd from left to right with a menacing, dark smile; dressed in a long black coat and jet black wrestling tights. He has his right foot edged out ahead of his left and the rest of his body follows suit.
Sean takes it all on and finishes his surveillance of the the crowd then proceeds to make his way to the ring with Celeste not far behind him. Needless to say the fans are not supportive of anyone who would accompany Sean Fuller to the ring.
Belvedere: Ladies and gentlemen, introducing first, being accompanied by Celeste, weighing in at two hundred and forty-five pounds, Sean Fuller!
Sean streches out in the ring as "Soul Wars" begins to play throughout the arena.
Belvedere: And his opponent, from Paradise, Michigan, MJ BELL!
Smith: What a main event we have here tonight! Sean Fuller return to OCW and both now have a chance to be the Southern Champion!
Hood: What the hell has MJ Bell done to be in this match? A few weeks ago she was being abused my Ian Bishop, she was kidnapped by Danny B and fired, now she's in the main event of this show!
Smith: Just like Amber Ryan she is completly undderated, and has finnaly recieved the chance she has been earning all these months!
Hood: Well, it's not like she stands a chance anyway, Fuller is going to take her to pieces tonight.
A huge MJ chant starts amongst the fans as the bell rings to start the match. Fuller instantly rolls out the ring and dives under the apron. MJ chases after him, but by the time she makes it out the ring Fuller has extracted a steel chair and starts out swining. MJ ducks it and places a kick straight to Fuller's gut. She grabs the chair, wrenching it out of hand and dumps it behind her. She follows up with a couple of straight rights sending Sean staggering back, but as she goes in for the clothesline to take him down, he ducks, and comes back with a clothesline of his own. She hits the ground hard, grabbing the back of her head in pain.
Smith: Well we should have known that this was going to be brutal. This one has started out thick and fast!
Hood: The only thing thick about this is that dumb redhead, she just just take the beating that's coming to her!
Smith: MJ could surprise you here Hood, she has proved in the past she can come out of tricky situations.
Fuller goes to pick up the chair again, taking his time to bend over and pick it up, MJ takes advantage of the situation and grabs the leg, tripping up Fuller. He drops, managing to get his hands out in time to prevent injury, and scrambles out of the way to avoid any further attack from MJ. Bell takes the chance to roll back into the ring, prefering to fight on the inside rather than on the floor. Sean picks up the steel chair and slides in after her, eyeing her carefully.
He goes in to strike with the chair, but MJ sidesteps. Fuller stops dead in his tracks having prempted the move and swings again, clocking her round the temple with the steel. MJ hits the floor hard, face down on the mat. Fuller aims a kick at the midsection, landing hard and causing her to roll onto her back. Sean stands above her, brandashing the chair with a glint of malice in his eye. The look changes to one of sheer pain as MJ kicks up, driving her knee into the most sensative area a man could have. Fuller crumples the mat slowly, holding his crotch in evident pain.
Hood: What the hell was that!
Smith: This is a no disqualification match, that might have been underhanded, but it was certainly effective!
Hood: You wouldn't know what she just did to that poor man, you need bollocks to understand the pain of getting smacked in them!
Smith: I just find that if I don't force myself upon women I tend not to have to protect them.
Hood: I don't force myself on them, I just sometimes misread the signals!
Smith: You mean you try not paying for them.
Hood: That's what I just said.
MJ backs up from Fuller, taking a second to gain her composure. The referee is busy on the other side trying to stop Celeste from enetering the ring to check on her man. Sean just about gets to his feet, unsure on his legs but up to a vertical base all the same. In sheer rage he charges at MJ, but she is ready and drops him with an arm drag. Wasting no time whatsoever she jumps into the air and stomps down on the chest of Fuller with both feet. MJ quickly scrambles for a cover.
Smith: MJ seems to have forgotten this is a first blood match in the heat of the moment!
Hood: Stupid girl, this is why she shouldn't be in the match in the first place!
Smith: It can happen to anyone Hood! This match is important and she just got caught up!
Sean reacts with a tumb upwards, catching MJ in the eye. She falls back in pain, holding one hand over her eye. Fuller gets up to his feet, slamming MJ in the face with a boot. He stomps down quickly, trying to break MJ's nose. She has the wherewithall to hold her hand up, blocking the foot, albeit barely. Sean decides to drive the boot into her midsection instead, causing her to sit up in pain, which allows him to kick her in face with a soccer kick.
Sean stands over MJ, looking down at her, before dropping his knee across her throat. He leaves it there, watching as MJ starts to turn blue as she struggles against the much stronger Fuller. The referee starts trying to yank Sean off MJ, but finds he isn't strong enough either. MJ stops moving, stops struggling, The referee looks around the ring, spotting the steel chair and out of desperation alone, smacks it right over the head of Fulller, who falls right over MJ, unconcious. The referee calls for medics immediately and starts to check on MJ.
Smith: Wow, this has gone too far, this supposed to me a first blood match! Sean Fuller has attempted to kill MJ Bell.
Hood....
Smith: We will keep you updated here, but this situation may turn out to be very serious indeed. So serious that even Hood has shut up.
Medics tend to MJ in the ring as Celeste has entered the ring to check on Fuller. He is able to sit up, checks the back of his head and pulls away a palm full of blood. Sean
stands, turning his attention to the referee who is bent over MJ. With rage etched on every inch of his face Sean drives a boot into the side of the referee's head flooring him instantly. Celeste turns on the medics, demanding someone does something about the laceration that Sean has suffered.
Smith: I'd forgotten in everything that had happened, but Sean Fuller has lost this match!
Hood: Only counts if the referee sees it, and he is lying facing down on the mat right now. Besides, that corrupt fucker caused it! It shouldn't be over anyway!
Smith: It might be unjust, but the rules are as they are, Sean Fuller has let out first blood and this match should be over!
Celeste's indimidation seems to have worked as one of the three medics turns his attentioon from the now concious MJ to see to the wound on Fuller. He dives into his duffel bag and pulls out a glue gun, using it to close the wound. MJ sits uo in the corner, shaking off the injury and suddnely noticing Fuller who's treatment has finished and has turned her way.
Jack Kenny appears on the ramp, sending down a referee to the ring as MJ waves off the medics. Sean comes in and lands a few elbows in the face of MJ, causing her to slump even more into the corner. The new rent a ref pulls Fuller off, and finds himself being DDT'ed into the mat for his trouble. Fuller turns his attention back to MJ, lifting her up and placing her on the top rope, he takes a step back, picking up the very chair that had caused his cut, and uses it to smack MJ in the shoulder.
She wobbles precariously on the top, but manages to stay seated. Up on the ramp Kenny yanks off his tie and comes running down the ramp, leaping up the stairs and entering the ring, He grabs the chair from Fuller, causing an exchange of words between the two.
Hood: Now the suit is in the ring, what the fuck is he up to?
Smith: Probably came to the conclusion that if Fuller tried to attack another official, he may have a harder time with a six foot two former homicide detective! Plus, Kenny's his boss.
Hood: All he's doing is sticking his nose in where it doesn't belong!
With Sean's attention placed on the Vice President, he hasn't noticed MJ recover on the top rope and perch herself on the turnbuckle. Kenny points at the corner, causing Fuller to turn into a missle drop kick from MJ!
Fuller drops hard, MJ, seeminly having found her second wind, she hits the mat and springs up, running into the corner, placing her hands on the top rope, using it to push herself into the air, as she makes it to a handstand position she twists, landing on her feet, excitement exuding from her every pore. Fuller makes it back up to a knee giving MJ her chance, she comes at him with The Burning Mage, landing the kick to the back of Fuller's head, sending him face first into the mat.
Bell leaps onto the top rope, turns and jumps through the air, rotating through the air and droppng a moonsault leg drop on Sean. Again MJ springs up to her feet, but suddenly drops on her keister holding her neck.
Smith: Seems as if MJ should be taking it easy, that choke from Sean may have done some lasting damage.
Hood: Oh this is taking forever, you at this fucking rate she'll come her period soon at we'll have to call it that way!
Smith: Man, that is crude, even by your standards.
Hood: Shit me, it's just simple fucking biology! Maybe you'll understand better when you finally lose your fucking virginty!
Kenny checks on both MJ and Fuller before deciding the match should continue. Both participants make it to their feet at roughly the same time, and start slowly circling one another, looking for an escape route. MJ takes a quick turn of speed, and before Sean can react, MJ has hit the mat, sliding between Sean's legs and straight under the bottom rope. Fuller chases her, diving between the middle and top rope, landing neatly on his feet, and catching MJ as she leaps onto the apron and comes at him with a hurricarana. He holds her in the powerbomb position, sending her back first into the apron, she falls to the ground holding her back, whincing in pain
Fuller turns his attention to the steel steps, he wrenches them out of position and holds them above MJ. He goes to drive the edge into her skull, but she moves quick enough to allow him to drive the steel into the floor. The impact causes Fuller to have to grab his right elbow in pain. MJ jumps up driving both feet into the chest of Sean, he lands head first onto the floor. MJ wastes no time in picking up the stairs herself, with great difficulty, and places them across the face and chest of her opponent. He flies up the apron and onto the turnbuckle, leaping off and coming down on Fuller with a double leg drop. MJ falls about on the floor holding her coccyx as Kenny pulls the stairs from the face of Fuller, signalling to Belvedere in the corner, as Kenny moves allowing view of Fuller we see blood trickling from his nose.
Belvedere: Here is your winner and the NEW OCW SOUTHERN CHAMPION...MJ BELL!
Smith: After an epic confrontation, a nose bleed is what gives Fuller away, that's what causes the end!
Hood: Well, at least it's over, I gotta admit having two women as champions isn't such a bad thing. She can have this one, but in a few short weeks PerZag will be the new OCW World Champion, and that will be that.
MJ Bell is celebrating with the Southern Championship, tears in her eyes as the crowd roars on only causing her to cry more, but then "I'm Alive" by Issa picks up as Natasha "leads out the troops" Ana Archia and Serena Ransolver. MJ stops her celebration and turns her attention up towards the three of them as they make their way to the ring and then surround it. Natasha walks up the steps and climbs over the middle rope as Serena and Ana stand on opposite sides watching on. Natasha reaches her hand in and grabs hers for a congratulatory handshake. Natasha turns her back on MJ getting ready to leave the ring, but turns back around as Ana and Serena both slide into the ring. Ana has a can of raviolis in her hand ready to use it as a weapon. Sean Fuller slides a steel chair in the ring causing a slight distraction that allows MJ to pick up the chair. Sean walks around the ring and heads up through the crowd. Red White and Blonde close-in and attempt to take down MJ, who is now armed and ready. Celeste pops back up pulling Natasha out of the ring and shoving her down to the padded concrete leaving only two girls for MJ to deal with. MJ easily takes down Ana and Serena with the steel chair and then picks her celebration back up where she left it before the distraction. MJ looks on, irritated her celebration was interrupted.
“Soul wars” kicks in as MJ jumps from the ring, running around the ring, hugging fans and screaming in sheer adulation. She snatches the championship from Belvedere as she runs past, grabbing a cameraman and shouting down it.
MJ Bell: I’ve done it! And I have done it for each and every one of you! Thank you!
She slides back into the ring, dropping to her knees, a tear streams down her face as she looks at her new gold belt. The ever gorgeous yet dangerous group of Red-White-Blonde methodically make their way to the back as MJ's music cuts abruptly, being replaced with “Eye of the Tiger” which signals PerZag coming through the curtain, applauding MJ, seemingly a little sarcastically. The worthy one makes his way into the ring, MJ stands to meet him, prepared for anything he might try. The two look each other dead in the eyes, before Zag breaks to point at the Southern Title, then points at himself. The staredown seems to get intense, but is broken by “Coming down “ by Five Finger Death Punch.
Out of the curtain comes both Tag Team champions make their way through, still standing united against all the odds. With the tag team championships wrapped around their waists, the two look at each other before holding up their own regional championships. PerZag turns to the duo, showing off his own gold. MJ slinks into a corner, watching the whole scene unfold. Without warning, RipAngel charges at the ring, sliding in and taking PerZag by surprise. Ripper lands a few rights, before whipping Zag against the ropes, which Amber pulls down, sending the Northeastern Champion over the top. PerZag stands on the floor shouting up, but Ripper seems not to care, turning his attention to the new Southern Champion, smiling at her. PerZag jumps back into the ring, and the four stand in the ring, each one of them with their part of the future world championship.
Smith: What a standoff we have here, Genesis is going to be awesome!
Hood: It’s gonna be a screw job, we can all see that right now!
Smith: Oh shut up for once! Thank you all for joining us tonight! See you all next week!
Massacre suddenly fades out, into the 11 o'clock news.
CREDITS
Opening Match/Grenier&PerZag vs. Storm&Vargas ~ Shaun
Payne Killers vs GB&Ike/Western/Southern ~ Jack
Smoke begins to flood the entrance ramp. Immediately the crowd begins to cheer as MJ emerges out from smoke walking with a confident smirk on her face. As MJ makes her way to the ring she interacts with the crowd giving out hand-fives. She climbs up onto the apron before moving between the ropes into ring. Both of her arms lift in the air only encouraging the reactions from the crowd before shouting “Burn It down!” which gains a pop from the crowd. She leans against the ropes with a grin across her features waiting for the match to begin.