LIVE! Monday, August 18th from The Budweiser Events Center in Loveland, Colorado
Smith: Hello again everyone and welcome to Monday Night Massacre!! It's a crazy time in OCW with the emergence of CWF...a rival company set to take off in just three weeks...the week after Last Man Standing!
Hood: Yep, not to mention we have a vacant World Title with PerZag sitting atop the mountain waiting for the Last Man Standing to face him at the main event of our August 31st Pay Per View.
Smith: Indeed...but the focus is on tonight, however, as not one...not two...but THREE OCW Championships will be on the line!
Hood: Yea, Brandon Gateman is defending his Hardcore Title in, like, the weirdest fucking title defense I've ever heard of. A six man tag match with a singles champ being forced to put his title on the line? Something tells me Treat Cassidy is doing whatever he can to get that title away from CWF before their launch.
Smith: Perhaps, but, if that were the case, you'd think Treat might have put more than one OCW star in the six man tag match
Hood: Ugh, solid point
Smith: We also have Legion, one of the most impressive newcomers in OCW's history, cashing in his #1 contender's shot he earned by defeating Brandon Gateman at Genesis in a Tables Match. He will do so against Bob Grenier, in a ladder match...for the Internet Title.
Hood: Now that was a fucking mouthful
Smith: Like a double bacon cheeseburger
Hood: TRIPLE bacon cheeseburger
Smith: Holy Pickles!
Hood: And, finally...we have Alice Knight and Jason Xavier in a STRAP ON DILDO match for the Trans Atlantic Title.
Smith: STRAP match, Hood
Hood: Huh?
Smith: STRAP match...there are no dildos...just a simple leather strap binding the two opponents
Hood: Seriously?
Smith: Yes
Hood: FUCK! Well that match is going to suck now
Smith: I strongly disagree...but there are not times for semantics as we are ready to get tonight underway with an intriguing triple threat bout...let's head down to ringside!
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is a Triple Threat Match scheduled for one fall!
"On March the saints" by Down hits as red and white lights flash on an off. Josh Stevens emerges wearing red tights with white trim, his long hair tied back in a pony tail. He makes he way down to the ring before taking his canadian themes jacket off.
Belvedere: Introducing first, from Calgary, Alberta, Canada…standing 6’4 and weighing in at 255lbs…he is a current member of the CWF Roster…Josh Stevens!!
The OCW crowd boos the CWF wrestler “Sunglasses at Night” by Corey Hart hits and the fans stand and watch OCW newcomer, Brandon Eastman, make his way to the ring.
Belvedere: Introducing next, from Strong Island, New York…standing 6’2 and weighing in at 228lbs…he is a current member of the OCW Roster…Brandon Eastman!!!
The OCW crowd erupts in cheers for their representative in this match. “Hard Workin’ Man” by Brooks N Dunn hits as the former OCW Hardcore Champion, Caution, makes his way down to ringside.
Belvedere: Finally, coming down the aisle from Brooklyn, New York…standing 6’2 and weighing in at 255lbs…he is a Former OCW Hardcore Champion and Current CWF Wrestler…Caution!!
The OCW crowd boos caution as all three men are in the ring, ready to go. Belvedere exits as the bell sounds which signals the match is now underway.
Smith: Well, Hood…we’ve got ourselves an interesting match here…a former Hardcore Champion…a rookie and a talented newcomer who came up just short in his debut one week ago.
Hood: Nice mixture, sure…but all I fucking see are two CWF dickbags and one OCW hero
Smith: It only takes one hero, right?
Hood: Unless you’re the fucking Avengers…then it’s like five thousand something…I dunno, I lost count after Scarlett Johnson
Smith: I believe it’s Johansson
Hood: Like it fucking matters
With the match underway, Caution and Stevens both go after Eastman, displaying their true, blue CWF colors. Eastman is cornered while being peppered with lefts and rights from both men. Caution delivers an uppercut into Eastman’s chin, sending him swaying back…Stevens follows that up with a knee into the sternum. Caution goes for Eastman’s legs and lifts him over the top rope, dumping the rookie to the outside.
Smith: Well, that was a mugging of sorts
Hood: Damn CWF idiots! WE AREN’T SPLIT YET!
Smith: Pre-emptive strike, evidently
Hood: Son of a slut…this is terrible
Caution says something to Stevens, as if they are strategizing on what to do with Eastman. Stevens nods as Caution steps through the ropes, preparing to jump off the apron and onto Eastman. Stevens, though, leaps into the air and dropkicks Caution in the back sending the veteran flying chest first into the guard rail!!! Caution rolls around on the outside clutching his chest in pain as the crowd gives a mixed reaction.
Smith: Dastardly move by Josh Stevens there…he isn’t nearly as concerned with CWF looking good as he is making himself look like a star.
Hood: Makes the guy a hero in my book…let those two fuckers battle it out and then Eastman can win via a roll up or something.
Smith: Not his finisher?
Hood: Does he have a finisher?
Smith: Every wrestler has a finisher
Hood: What about a wrestler that never wins
Smith: Still has a finisher, just a bad one
Hood: Like an eye rake?
Smith: That or a slap in the face
Hood: That would be a pretty shitty finisher
Stevens steps through the ropes and hops down onto the outside area. He yanks Eastman to his feet and hurls him into the ring steps!! Eastman hits hard and falls back to the ground. Stevens makes his way over to Caution, who is lying up against the guard rail. Stevens lays some wicked boots into Caution’s midsection before jamming his foot into Caution’s throat. Caution tries to fight it off, but can’t…Scruff slides outside and orders Stevens to release the hold and take it back into the ring. Stevens finally does…he pulls Caution to his feet and rolls him back into the ring, sliding in behind him.
Smith: Yep, Stevens definitely isn’t thinking along company lines this evening.
Hood: See…now here’s a man who’s thinking clearly. If he dismantles Caution, that will give him a leg up going into CWF’s rebirth. He’s not in the Last Man Standing tournament…he’s got no real future here in OCW…so why not prepare for what lies ahead…CWF.
Smith: That makes sense…heck, I don’t care as long as Eastman wins
Hood: Well, if Eastman wins, then Stevens is going to look like a fucking moron
Back inside the ring, Stevens yanks Caution to his feet and kicks him in the gut. Caution doubles over…Stevens hooks Caution’s head, lifts him in the air and drills him into the mat with an Impaler DDT!! Stevens goes for a pin as Scruff makes the count.
1!
2!
Kick Out!!
Smith: Kick out by Caution…this CWF on CWF crime is actually quite entertaining
Hood: Seeing a lot of blue in there, man…normally I’d hate it, but in this instance, it’s pretty okay
Smith: Yea, I could live with Eastman losing…without being pinned.
Hood: Live to fight another day
Stevens gets to his knees and assaults Caution with several rights and lefts. While doing so, Brandon Eastman hops onto the apron and climbs the top rope. He stands upright, looking down at the back of Steven’s head and leaps off with a flying elbow!! He connects, drilling Stevens in the back of the neck!! Stevens rolls out of the ring, holding the back of his neck in pain as the OCW crowd gets behind Eastman.
Smith: He calls that The Burning STD!!
Hood: Shit, he’d better stop showing it off and get that shit checked out
Smith: Not literally, Hood…it’s the name for his flying elbow
Hood: Oh, good…cause I think we double banged this chick the other night and, well, I wasn’t first.
Smith: Too much info
Eastman turns his focus towards Caution, yanking the old man to his feet and whipping him into a nearby corner. Eastman charges in, drilling Caution with a HUGE splash!! Eastman takes a few steps back as Caution comes staggering out…Eastman then does a spinning forearm uppercut, sending Caution onto his back! Eastman quickly goes for a pin, Scruff makes the count.
1!
2!
Kick Out!!
Smith: Near fall again…OCW almost defeated CWF!
Hood: This is, technically, our first interfed match, isn’t it?
Smith: I guess…kind of…even though Stevens and Caution are ‘technically’ OCW wrestlers until September 1st.
Hood: Fuck that…Down with Blue…Down with Blue!! What can Blue do for you? NOTHING
Smith: Wow, you should really write jingles for commercials?
Hood: For serious?
Smith: No
Hood: Asshole
Eastman hops back to his feet and waits for Caution to return to his. Meanwhile, Stevens has recouped on the outside and is sneaking around the ring, out of the view of Eastman. Stevens hops onto the apron, behind Eastman. Eastman starts to charge at Caution but Stevens reaches out and grabs his hair, yanking Eastman to the mat!! Stevens leaps over the top rope and drops a leg over Eastman’s neck, quickly going for a pin after…Scruff makes the count.
1!
2!
Kick Out!!
Smith: Close one there as OCW nearly suffered a double whammy!
Hood: Yea a CWF win at the expense of an OCW wrestler losing
Smith: For shame
Hood: FOR SHAME!
Popping back to his feet, Stevens is instantly approached by Caution who is yelling at the younger competitor about his betrayal. Stevens holds his arms up as Caution aggressively jabs Stevens in the chest with his finger. Stevens nods at whatever Caution is telling him. Caution then turns around and he pulls Eastman to his feet. He shoves Eastman into Stevens who locks Eastman into a Full Nelson! Caution walks up and starts to box away on the midsection of Eastman as the fans boo loudly.
Smith: This isn’t good…the CWF wrestlers are working together, double teaming Brandon Eastman!
Hood: Shit…fuckin old man…why can’t he live life based on the principle that if someone fucks you over…you return the favor.
Smith: Turn the other cheek is, apparently, Caution’s philosophy. For the greater good, Hood
Hood: CAUTION! CAUTION!
Smith: What?!
Hood: We’ve got a fifty year old pussy in the ring!
Smith: I don’t know how or why I let you get me there
The crowd stands and reacts as OCW Commissioner, Dean makes his way down to the ringside donning a shirt with the OCW logo on it. He reaches the ring area and slaps his palms onto the mat, yelling for Eastman to get his act together. Caution pauses for a moment; spotting Dean…he then continues punching Eastman in the gut. Dean then yells at Scruff who rushes over…Dean whispers into Scruff’s ear…leaving the homeless ref with a conflicted look on his face.
Smith: And our former owner is out here…I guess making sure the right outcome is achieved in this match up.
Hood: Scruff better fucking listen up…it’s not like we can’t go out and pick up some other homeless ruffian off the streets to slap the mat three times.
Smith: That’s pretty hurtful, Scruff’s family could be watching
Hood: Fucking guy has no family…he doesn’t even have a last name, man!
Smith: True
Scruff marches over and orders Caution to stop punching Eastman in the gut. Caution extends his arms, wanting to know why. Stevens throws Eastman to the mat, helping Caution argue with Scruff. The fans boo the CWF wrestlers getting angry with the OCW ref. Stevens then turns his attention to Dean, yelling at him from over the top rope. Caution throws his hands at Scruff before yanking Eastman back to his feet and dropping him into the middle of the ring with a Scoop Slam.
Smith: Caution and Josh Stevens are visibly upset with Scruff and, to be honest, you can’t really blame them.
Hood: Hey, if they don’t like it, they shouldn’t be here. Maybe there’s a CWF dojo or some shit across the street…they can go clown around in there.
Smith: I didn’t see any dojo when I arrived earlier today
Hood: It’s CWF…meaning it’s probably in the back of McDonalds or something
Stevens continues yelling at Dean…apparently saying the ‘right’ word as Dean reaches in, yanks Stevens by the leg and takes him off of his feet. Dean rips Stevens out of the ring, lifts him up and drops him with a Spinebuster on the outside!! The crowd erupts in cheers as Scruff looks on from inside the ring, shaking his head. Caution, meanwhile, has Eastwood locked in a Side Headlock, working on applying as much pressure as possible.
Smith: OCW’s Commissioner has just laid out the young, brash Josh Stevens!
Hood: Thank goodness, that guy had one of those faces, man
Smith: What do you mean?
Hood: You just want to punch the fuck out of it
Smith: Never experienced that in my life
Hood: That’s because you have one of those faces
Smith: Whatever!
Caution, having just realized what took place outside, releases Eastman from the hold and heads for the ropes. He yells at Dean from the ring as Dean argues back, distracting the old man. Eastman crawls up behind Caution and quickly rolls him up as Scruff makes the count.
1!
2!
Kick Out!!
Smith: So Close!
Hood: Damnit, Eastman…use the tights!
Smith: That’s cheating!
Hood: So?
After kicking out, Caution rushes to spear Eastman…Eastman, though, darts out of the way as Caution runs front first into the ropes, he staggers back and Eastman hooks him around the waist, tossing him across the ring with a Release German Suplex! On the outside, Dean cheers before looking for a chair to help Eastman finish Caution off.
Smith: Dean is attempting to find an insurance policy of sorts
Hood: Steel chair, man…that always does the trick, unless you’re facing Legion
Smith: Indeed!
Dean obtains a chair and stands near the ropes, yelling for Eastman to whip Caution towards him. Eastman does as instructed…he whips Caution into the ropes, Dean rears back with the chair…as he does, Stevens comes out of nowhere, snagging the chair from Dean’s grasp! Dean turns around and is drilled in the face with the chair!! Dean staggers as Stevens drops the chair onto the ground, kicks Dean in the gut and DDT’s him into the cold hard steel!! The fans boo loudly as Caution, after bouncing off the ropes nearly decapitates Eastman with a Running Lariat.
Smith: A drastic turn of events here by the CWF members!
Hood: Fuck, I haven’t seen Dean take a hit like that since the wild party near Scruff’s dumpster last week.
Smith: Different kind of hit, I’m assuming
Hood: Absolutely
Stevens slides back into the ring as Caution picks Eastman off of the mat. Caution kicks Eastman in the gut and slams him into the mat with Hammer Drill (Jacknife Powerbomb)! Caution then turns around as Stevens goes for a high five.
Smith: Josh Stevens has finally got with the program…he’s happy that CWF is, apparently, going to win this match.
Hood: Fucking douche bag
Smith: I agree, albeit in milder prose
Caution, wary at first, gives in to the CWF vibe they are both feeling and high fives Stevens. Stevens follows that high five up with a kick into Caution’s gut followed by The Canadian Shock (Future Shock DDT)!! Stevens lifts Caution up and hurls him over the top rope before covering Brandon Eastman. Scruff looks around for a moment, unsure of what to do. Seeing that Dean is out and he has no direct, instructions for this instance…he makes the count.
1!
2!
3!!!
The bell rings as Josh Stevens has his hand raised in victory.
Belvedere: Here is your winner…he is a member of the CWF Roster…JOSH STEVENS!!!!!
Hood: That fucking Scruff!! What an incompetent fuckface!
Smith: Josh Stevens proving that despite any CWF alliances…he is true to one man and one man only…himself.
Hood: I’m sure Caution is going to have some payback waiting for Stevens in CWF…not that I’d advocate tuning in to find out or anything.
Smith: Oh, absolutely not! Let’s head backstage!
The scene cuts backstage where “The Confederate Icon” Chad Vargas sits in his dressing room, wearing a pair of torn blue jeans and a black and white striped referee shirt. He looks into the camera, checks his watch and begins to speak.
Vargas: Listen up Greiner, Legion – I don’t quite give a fuck which of y’all win tonight. Depending on how much whiskey I drink from here til the time the bell sounds for y’alls match, I’ll probably call a fair match, but don’t fucking count on it. Grenier, I don’t really like you at all – that’s apparent. I hope you lose. But then again I don’t like Legion all that much either. You’re deep scary voice ain’t spookin’ nobody but little kids on Halloween, pal. So cut the fucking shit. The Internet championship means less than shit to me. God knows Kenshin Takamura probably blew a load in his sweat pants just looking at the belt, but you’re looking at the future World Heavyweight champion of OCW, and unlike MJ Bell, you won’t see me drop the title ever. I don’t give a fuck WHO is president and who is running things. I won’t be a little prima donna and allow little shit to bring me down and walk away from a company that built me. Yeah MJ, If your listenin’ baby girl – I’m talking to you. Left with your tail between your legs when times got too stressful for you. That’s why bitches belong in the fucking kitchen and not on a pro wrestling syndicate. That’s why the World Heavyweight champion is for men. More importantly, the man y’all are fucking looking at right now! See you at Fenway, cunts.
We cut back to ringside.
Smith: Well, Vargas appears focused for his next great run here in OCW.
Hood: Yea, something tells me he's going to fuck Grenier's world up...or, at the very least, kick him in the dick.
Smith: I would hope not...that match has the potential to be super-special...wouldn't want any Shanaynaygans getting int he way.
Hood: I dug the Halloween reference...huge ups for Vargas on that...but he had to fucking ruin the coolness by mentioning Kujo Yukamali and his red headed bimbo.
Smith: I'm not touching that
Hood: Such a douche
Smith: Anyway, it's time for our next match up...another triple threat...aren't we TRIPLE lucky
Hood: Wow, you suck
Smith: Shaddup
Smith: Ladies and gentlemen I have just received word that “The Street Dog” Levi Russow will not be in attendance tonight for this upcoming triple threat match.
Hood: Yeah why’s that?
Smith: Didn’t get much other than he won’t be here this evening.
Hood: Fucking pussy. He’s scared of Metalhead!
Smith: I’m sure those are his reasons.
Belvedere: Introducing first, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania’s own – weighing in at two hundred and forty six pounds, he is the headbanger himself… METALHEAD!!!
“For Whom the Bell Tolls” by Metallica blasts across the P.A. system as Metalhead makes his way out to the ring. The crowd is in complete silence at this walking tool. Metalhead stops in the middle of the aisle, trying with all he has to get the crowd into it. Banging his head all over the place, playing the air guitar as the crowd quickly picks up a ‘GET…THE…FUCK…OUT!’ chant. Metalhead throws his ginger locks back out of his face, shrugs his shoulders and climbs into the ring. Playing the air guitar in the middle of the ring as he awaits his opponent.
Belvedere: And his opponent, hailing from Brooklyn, New York – weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds, he is… MACK O’CONNOR!!!
”Vagabond” by The Greenskeepers hits, he walks out on the stage and walks directly to the ring, dressed in black jeans and a black tank top. O’Connor has a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, He occasionally raises an arm to acknowledge and get a rise out of the fans. He slides into the ring and starts pacing in his corner. He doesn’t talk trash to his opponent but he makes sure to stare them down, letting them know he means business.
Metalhead looks O’Connor up and down and starts headbanging. His gnarly redhair going all over the place. He finally stops, and looks up at O’Connor who rolls his eyes as he takes a drag off his cigarette. The two stare each other down for a few seconds before O’Connor flicks his cigarette at Metalhead. It bounces off Metalhead’s forehead. Metalhead covers his face but not before O’Connor opens him up with a stiff punch to the nose. Metalhead’s nose gushes blood. O’Connor kicks him in the gut, doubling Metalhead over. O’Connor hits him square on the chin with an uppercut so fierce it dislocates Metalhead’s jaw. Metalhead falls back into the ropes only to bounce back right into the Claymore! O’Connor stands over Metalhead’s lifeless body and puts his foot on his chest. Scruff makes the quick count.
1..
2…
3…!
Belvedere: And the winner of this match, MACK O’CONNOR!!!
Before “Vagabond” can hit, Mickey Avalon’s “My Dick” blasts over the P.A. system as OCW Head of Security, Mack Hollywood runs down the aisle. He climbs into the ring, nods hello to O’Connor. Hollywood pulls his .9mm out of the waistband of his pants and points it at Metalhead’s face. O’Connor leans against the ropes, taking it all in. Hollywood cocks the gun as Metalhead cries and literally shits his pants. Hollywood quickly drops to his knees and pistol whips Metalhead, shattering his nose on top of his already fucked up jaw. Hollywood than screams ‘YOU’RE FIRED!’
“Vagabond” by the Greenskeepers hits as the two Macks leave the ring as the scene fades to the announce table.
Smith: There you have it folks. Mack O’Connor won that ‘match’ with ease!
Hood: And Mack ‘Daddy’ Hollywood just came out and fired Metalhead’s ass!
Smith: Thank goodness...no more Metalhead jokes in our future
Hood: Ah, Metalhead, we hardly knew ye
Smith: Let's head backstage...
We cut backstage where OCW Commissioner Dean is pacing back and forth, holding a rag against a rising bump on his forehead. Beloved former OCW employee, Leo the High School Intern, comes into the picture with an urgent look on his face. Dean stops pacing.
Dean: What?
Leo the High School Intern: First off...how's your head?
Dean: I'll live...however, I can't say the same for fucking Scruff. I can't BELIEVE he counted the three out there for Josh Stevens...fucking incompetence.
Leo the High School Intern: It's okay, boss...CWF will be out of your...umm...head? Yea, they will be out of your head in a few weeks...
Dean: Hey, I have hair...it's just very short
Leo the High School Intern: I gotcha...anyway, the real reason I'm here is...well...
Leo leans in and whispers something into Dean's ear. Dean drops the rag to the floor as his expression, at first, is one of shock before molding into concern.
Dean: You're serious?
Leo the High School Intern: As AIDS
Dean: Shit, sucka...alright, well we need to make sure he doesn't fuck anything up tonight...I'm assuming he might go after PerZag...we need to keep a watch out so he doesn't ruin our Main Event.
Leo the High School Intern: Should I inform Treat?
Dean: Nah, that sucka has too much on his plate as it is...plus, I don't want him thinking my return means all these trouble makers are coming back with me.
Leo the High School Intern: Gotcha...don't worry, boss...I'm on it!
Leo rushes off, leaving Dean in his office, looking more than slightly concerned. We head back to ringside
Smith: Interesting news there
Hood: I wonder if NOT President Dean is in the house?
Smith: You would think Dean could control that situation more than he's letting on given the name Leo whispered into his ear.
Hood: How do you know that? Not President Dean is a wild man who doesn't play by the rules.
Smith: Not President Dean IS President Dean
Hood: NO HE IS NOT...He's got 'NOT' in his name, can't you read?
Smith: I'm not arguing about this...let's head down to ringside for our next match
Smith: This next match up see’s two guys who have a heated history between one another, this match will showcase their rivalry, highlighting it last week when Findlay leveled Dawson with a chair concluding Dawson’s debut victory. Both superstars coming from a subpar promotion out of Arizona by the name of EMF.
Hood: EMF?
Smith: *looks down at his cue cards* That’s what it says.
Hood: Never fucking heard of it.
Smith: Well, I’m sure it’s a craphole, but either way. Ashe Dawson and Tim Findlay both have history together stemming from their time in EMF.
Hood: But this is OCW.
Smith: I know, but – like I said…
Hood: Fuck the EMF. We shouldn’t even say it on air, we’re probably giving them the most notoriety they’ve ever received.
Smith: For once, you’re right… Let’s get to this action!
Belvedere: Introducing first from Windsor, Ontario, Canada weighing in at two hundred and fifty five pounds, he is… TIM FINDLAY!!!
”We Own It” by 2Chainz blasts over the P.A. system as Tim Findlay emerges from the back as the crowd boos loudly. Findlay makes his way down the aisle wielding a steel chair. He sets the chair beside the steps as he climbs into the ring and awaits his opponent.
Smith: Tim Findlay really not messing around this evening, bringing out a weapon with him and everything.
Hood: Maybe he’s just bringing it out to sit and relax. Why does everything have to be so negative with you?
Belvedere: And his opponent, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania weighing in at two hundred and eight pounds, he is… ASHE DAWSON!!!
"Dreadnaught" by Machinæ Supremacy starts to play strobe lights start up on the entrance platform and the entrance ramp, Ashe walks out slowly as the screens above the platform display his name, small videos of him and random pictures of tattoo shops. He stops in front of the ramp, puts his bare fists together so people can see the STAY DOWN words tattooed to the knuckles of both hands. He slowly makes his way down the entrance ramp, looking around at the crowd, as he walks over to the ring steps he lazily walks up each step and looking still at more people in the crowd. He glides in between the ropes with his arms outstretched, then as he enters the ring he puts his fists together again and raises them so everyone can see the words tattooed on his knuckles. He walks towards the ring ropes and as he stares at the hard camera with one eyebrow raised he grabs the top ring rope with both hands, so you can see the tattooed knuckles one more time and he also stretches out on the ropes. Then he lets go of the ring ropes and stares Tim Findlay down. Findlay rolls his eyes as Scruff brings them together to go over the regulations.
Smith: Ashe Dawson is coming off a big win over Josh Stevens and Jason Xavier last week, getting himself into Last Man Standing, now he’s set to take on his arch nemesis Tim Findlay
Hood: Yawn
Scruff calls for the bell as the match is under way. Dawson and Findlay trash talk each other a bit before they lock up and Findlay throws Dawson against the ropes only to drop him to the mat with a quick clothesline. Dawson staggers to his feet. Findlay then goes on the offensive with a kick to the midsection, Dawson then stumbles to the corner. Findlay attempts to continue the onslaught on Dawson’s midsection, but Dawson is a step ahead of him, catching his foot after his first kick. Dawson grabs Findlays ankle and flips him to the mat. Findlay falls to his back as Dawson follows up with a knee to the chin. Dawson picks Findlay up and shoves him into the corner. Dawson hits him with a series of knifehand chops. Findlay counters and throws Dawson into the corner and begins to hit him with some knifehand chops of his own.
Hood: WHOOOOO! WHOOOO! WHOOOO!
Smith: Dawson and Findlay exchanging some hard knife edge chops!
Dawson catches the fourth chop by grabbing Findlay’s arm and throws him into the opposite corner, and he falls. Dawson then picks up Findlay up and kicks him in the gut and gives him a DDT. He then begins to stomp on the downed Findlay shouting ‘STAY DOWN!’ Findlay, gets up slowly and to mount a comeback. Findlay starts by neck snapping Dawson, and then dropkicks him in the back of the head. Findlay makes a quick cover, Scruff makes the count.
1..
2…
Kickout!
Smith: Findlay’s gonna need to do more than that to win this match!
Hood: STAY DOWN!
Smith: …
Findlay showing his desperation, begins hitting Dawson with some mounted punches. He then picks him and goes for a powerbomb, but gets a backdrop from Dawson. Dawson gets back to his feet and waits for Findlay to get up and when he does he runs at him and knocks him down with a hard clothesline, crumpling Findlay like a piece of paper under Ashe Dawson’s forearm. Findlay holds his head in pain, as his head thundered off of the mat. Dawson then raises his hands to the air, showing off his tattooed knuckles as the crowd cheers him on.
Smith: That was a power move from Ashe Dawson.
Hood: Instead of blowing the fans he needs to make the pink!
Findlay takes this time that Dawson works the crowd, to roll out of the ring and collect himself. Once out of the ring, Findlay looks for the chair he brought out with him. Dawson sees him outside of the ring and follows him out of the ring, and continues the assault. Meanwhile in the ring, Scruff has had enough of yelling for them to return to the ring, and begins his count. (1...) Dawson grabs Findlay and throws him back first into the steel steps, Findlay screams in pain. (2…) He crawls over towards the announce table, but Dawson is right there to meet him. Dawson bounces Findlay’s head off of the announce table, once, and then twice. (3…) Smith and Hood wheel their chairs back out of the way as Findlay regains his composure by elbowing Dawson in the gut and returns the favor to Dawson, by slamming his head into the announce table this time. (4…) Dawson staggers off to the side, and Findlay waits for him to turn around and hits him a belly-to-belly suplex right on the outside. (5…)(6…) Dawson falls to the concrete outside hard. Findlay leans over the downed Dawson and yells ‘STAY DOWN!’. (7…) Findlay raises his arms in the air as the crowd boos.
Smith: Very up close and personal there for a minute as the these two hard fighting superstars made their way to our house!
Hood: Not everyone lives and breathes OCW, Smith. My house is in LA. Shitbag.
Findlay then picks up Dawson and throws him back into the ring. Findlay himself then climbs in and quickly drops an elbow on Dawson. Findlay goes old school, and gets behind Dawson and locks him in camel clutch. The camera does a close up of Dawson's face as he is screaming in pain. Dawson is trying to fight his way out of it, but Findlay has it locked in good. Dawson then outstretches his arms but can't reach the ropes, and then tries to crawl towards the ropes with Findlay on his back, he crawls further and finally reaches the ropes. Findlay won’t break the hold even after Dawson grabs the ropes for dear life. Scruff muscles Findlay off of Dawson. Dawson is now back to his feet, Findlay too. Findlay, frustrated he didn’t just put away Dawson, charges at him with a clothesline, but Dawson dodges it and starts to hit FIndlay with a flurry of right hands.
Smith: Ashe Dawson has gotten his second wind!
Hood: Anything to put this match out of it’s misery. C’mon Dawson!
Dawson hits Findlay with the fifth right hand and then runs against the ropes and hits him with a flying forearm to the head. Findlay stumbles off his feet and falls to the mat. Dawson grabs Findlay’s legs, and stomps him in the chest. Dawson then ascends the turnbuckle, going up to the top rope, while there, he methodically waits for Findlay to rise to his feet, Findlay finally gets up and is still a little dazed. He turns around and gets hit with flying neckbreaker from Dawson! Dawson grabs at his back in pain as the two are both down in the middle of the ring.
Smith: What a move by Ashe Dawson!
Hood: This guy may end up being hard to beat at Last Man Standing!
Dawson picks up Findlay by the neck, but Findlay desperately gives Dawson a low-blow. Dawson takes his arms down and screams in pain. Findlay sees the opportunity and kicks him in the gut and gives him a power bomb. He then floats over in a bridge. Scruff makes the count.
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Kickout!
Smith: Quick kickout there by Dawson!
Hood: Tim Findlay is trying everything he can here tonight to get this win.
Dawson then jumps out from under Findlay. Shoving him off. Findlay, clearly frustrated with the “fast” call by Scruff, begins to argue with the ref. He claims that the count was a three but the ref tells him it isn't, and to get out of his face. Findlay still pushes his luck with Scruff as he backs Scruff into the corner and Dawson comes out of no where, grabs Findlay from the back and rolls him up with a school boy.
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2…
Kickout!
Findlay falls backward and out of the pin. He then gets up, extremely pissed and over this match he begins to stomp on Dawson. He then stomps him into the corner, and continues the beating, defying the Scruff’s warnings. He then turns to Scruff “SHUT UP!” as he shoves him backwards. With his back turned, focusing on Scruff, Dawson hits him with a running neckbreaker drop. Both men are down, a few seconds go by before Dawson begins to stir and Findlay begins to get up himself. Both men get up and begin to trade right hands, back and forth. Dawson then begins to get the upper hand and sends Findlay into the ropes, he then grabs his arm and throws him into the other rope and drops his head but Findlay stops and gives Dawson a kick in the face, Findlay then gives him a huge body slam and runs against the ropes and drops the leg on Dawson. Findlay then locks in a sleeper, and Scruff is checking the situation. Dawson looks to be fading away. He then picks his arm up again, and it drops for the second time. Scruff picks his arm up again, and it drops half-way and makes a fist. Dawson seems to still be in the match!
Smith: This match is the highlight of the show thus far!
Dawson makes it to his feet. He elbows Findlay in the face, only to follow up with yet another elbow shot to the face. Dawson then runs against the ropes, but gets met with a powerslam by Findlay, Findlay hooks the leg.
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2…
Kickout!
Dawson powers out of the pin. Dawson is back to his feet, Findlay rushes him, but Dawson is a step ahead, and hits him with a spinebuster. With the crowd on their feet as Ashe Dawson raises his arms to the air, showing his tattooed knuckles again. He looks over the downed Findlay, grabs his legs and locks him into the 13th Step! (Inverted figure four). Findlay screams in pain as Scruff monitors the hold. Findlay reaches for the ropes but they feel so far away. Findlay leans his head back and before too much longer, taps out.
Belvedere: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match, via submission is… ASHE DAWSON!
Smith: Ashe Dawson has done it! He’s beat Tim Findlay what a match!
Hood: Maybe next time, Findlay. Maybe next time. Until then, I suggest you just… STAY DOWN!
Ashe Dawson celebrates in the ring, looking down at the fallen Tim Findlay. He notices the chair Findlay brought with him leaning against the ring. He slides out and grabs the chair. He climbs back in and trash talks Findlay who is still unconscious. Dawson raises the chair over his head and is about to swing it down on Findlay, but instead just hits the mat right directly beside Findlay’s head. “BITCH!” Dawson is heard saying as he tosses the chair to the mat next to Findlay’s lifeless body as Dawson leaves the ring as the crowd cheers him on.
Smith: Viciousness displayed by Ashe Dawson
Hood: You mean CWF Bastard #7
Smith: He has a name
Hood: SAY HIS NAME
Smith: Ashe...
Hood: ROBERT PAULSON
Smith: You're retarded...in any event, tremendous second win by Ashe Dawson...he appears to have a legit shot going into Last Man Standing...a CWF wrestler with the opportunity of walking out with the OCW World Title in just two weeks...scary
Hood: HIS NAME IS ROBERT PAULSON
Smith: Let's cut away for a moment and show you an promo for this Month's Pay Per View extravaganza, Last Man Standing
Smith: Now that is going to be one heck of a show...especially considering it's being broadcast from Fenway Park
Hood: Oh for fucks sake...are you a damn Red Sox fan?
Smith: Actually, I am and will forever be a huge fan of the Providence Grays
Hood: The WHO?
Smith: Providence Grays, a Majestic Major League Baseball franchise that sadly vanished after 1885.
Hood: Are you fucking kidding me? That's like the worst team ever...first of all, Rhode Island sucks...second, their name is GRAY...it's a fucking color, man. And, not, ya know, something rad like Magenta or Cyan...nope, they went with fucking GRAY? What was their emblem, a fucking rain cloud?
Smith: I will not sit here and listen to you soil the great legacy of the Providence Grays!
Hood: Shit, I'd keep going if I knew anything else about the team other than their stupid ass name
Smith: You uncultured swine...anyway, it's time for next match...Trans Atlantic Championship is on the line
Hood: I hope it's more entertaining than the Providence Grays
Smith: Down to ringside!
Belvedere: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is a strap match, and it is for the TransAtlantic Championship!
As "Lights Out" By Hollywood Undead begin to blast through the P.A. system, white smoke fills the entrance a figure steps in and can be seen in the smoke and Jason X stands at the top of the entrance with his arms up in an X form. He continues to walk down the ramp and enters the ring; he then climbs the turnbuckles and again puts his arms in an X form.
Belvedere: Introducing first, from Las Vegas Nevada, weighing in at two hundred and sixteen pounds, JASON XAVIER!
”Electrified" by Dressy Bessy begins to play as the fans turn and cheer the rapidly rising fan favorite in OCW, Alice Knight. She makes her way to the ring with a bubbly demeanor. She enters into the ring and kind of skips around for no apparent reason. She rushes the ropes and heads to the middle turnbuckle and waves to the fans as her music fades out.
Belvedere: From Bethel, New York, weighing in at one hundred and twenty five pounds, she is… ALICE KNIGHT!
Scruff brings in both competitors, securing the strap round both of their wrists before signaling for the bell to ring. It does, yet neither competitor makes a move, both waiting to see what the other will do first.
Smith: Well, this looks like it is to be an interesting match, for the first time Alice Knight and Jason Xavier step into the ring with one another, and what a way to be introduced, in a strap match, and with the TransAtlantic title on the line!
Hood: Well, after that stupid bitch quit and threw the title in the trash, at least Treat seems to have pulled his head out of his ass and made a decent match here!
Smith: That is true, this does look to be an epic, but how wise was it letting a CWF competitor challenge for an OCW championship so close to the brands splitting?
Hood: Oh come on, Xavier isn’t going to win this one, it doesn’t matter!
Smith: I thought you loved this guy?
Hood: I love getting paid more.
Xavier yanks the strap, using his superior weight to unsteady Alice, she catches herself and is able to stay on her feet, but quickly realizing that giving up a hundred pounds in a match like this will not be easy. She decided to go on the offensive, charging into Xavier, shoving him backwards. That attack catches X by surprise, and he stumbles backwards, Alice takes full advantage of the situation and goes in low, sweeping out Xavier’s feet and forcing him down onto his back. She mounts him, striking down with a flurry of rights and lefts.
Hood: Now I hate him even more.
Jason manages to block a couple of shots ,using the momentum to push Alice off of him, the two return to their feet, causing the stalemate to begin again. The two go in for a collar and elbow tie up, with the stronger Xavier winning easily, he shoves her backwards, seemingly forgetting about the strap, her fall causes him to go down face first onto the mat, apparently, from the way that Alice springs up, that was her plan all along. Quickly she jumps onto him, grabbing a leg and wrenching backwards, leaning into the Boston Crab.
Smith: Alice does seem to be outsmarting Jason thus far, looks like she hasn’t missed a beat in her absence.
Hood: Shows what women can do eh? Especially when they’re on top of you.
Jason stretches out, trying to reach the bottom rope, but thus far to no avail. Suddenly, he throws back his strapped up arm, causing the leather to fall across the front of Knight, he yanks forwards, pulling her backwards. She lets go of the leg as he cracks her head into the mat, Xavier does the only thing he can, rolling off and stretching his leg, trying to get the blood flow back.
Smith: Just showing how the strap can be both your enemy and your friend there, that had to hurt Jason but it was still the easiest way out.
Hood: Exactly, mind set of these CWF idiots, nothing they won’t do to themselves to find a cheap way out.
Smith: He’s been part of the CWF roster for less than a week, and you used to commend him for that kind of behavior!
Hood: When he was doing it for the benefit of us, now it’s just a waste of time. Let’s hop he hurts himself!
Jason makes it back to his feet first, and after untangling himself from the strap goes to drop a boot on Knight, which she receives in the back of the head, driving her face further into the mat. Using the leather to his advantage, Jason drags Alice into the corner and climbs the turnbuckle, before coming off with a diving elbow drop. Jason opts to go for the first cover of the match.
1…
2…KICKOUT!
Smith: She may look frail and a little out of it at times, but it is gonna take a hell of a lot more than that to put Alice Knight away!
Alice tries to get away from her opponent, but he wraps the leather round his wrist, keeping a tight leash on her. The usually pleasant Alice dips into to the back of tricks, and rakes the eyes of X, giving herself the opportunity to recover for a second, sitting in the corner and holding a rib.
It doesn’t take Jason long to recover, throwing himself at her in the corner, aiming a knee for her head. She moves at the last second, allowing Xavier to smash into the turnbuckle behind her, and with a swift movement, grabs him and pushes him onto his back, placing her feet on the ropes to add leverage to the cover.
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…NO!
Smith: You know, usually I would want to scald someone for such an underhanded move, but I want that title in the hands of an OCW superstar!
Hood: Wow, out of everything, brand loyalty is the thing that makes you grow some balls!
Alice uses the second’s advantage she has to wrap the strap around the ankle of Jason, giving it a yank and sending him backwards once again. As she comes in for a follow up move however, he kicks out, landing a boot right in the midsection. Alice is forced to back up slightly, giving Jason the chance to get to his feet. Suddenly he dives backwards, sliding out the ring and throwing up the apron, grabbing a chair and sliding back into the ring. Alice was waiting, and attempted to wrench the chair from Xavier, but lost out on the battle of strength, falling backwards and taking a crack on the skull from the chair. Alice falls to the mat, Xavier almost goes with her, being virtually handcuffed together, Xavier manages to stay up right and with one hand swings the chair to cause further damage on the pretty face of Alice. He swings the chair at Alice but Alice manages to force up her knee knocking the chair back into the face of Xavier.
Smith: Alice Knight with a good defensive move there!
Hood: I don’t understand why Jason Xavier thinks President Cassidy lied to him. He gave him a Lightweight title shot, he lost. He is now giving him a TransAtlantic championship shot. Treat has done nothing but hand this kid title shots.
Smith: I’m not sure where this is coming from Hood but I don’t know either. Xavier just seems bitter I guess. Maybe CWF can rejuvenate him.
Hood: Maybe so
The chair shot has X reeling. Alice pulls X in closer, wraps the slack of the strap around the throat of Xavier hooks him and drops him to the mat with The Apache: Honor Roll! Alice quickly rolls Xavier up with all of her weight as Scruff makes the count.
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2…
3…!
Scruff signals for the bell to be rung, as he quickly unstraps the new champion from her opponent. Scruff hands Alice the TransAtlantic championship, she’s all smiles as she raises the belt above her head. The crowd goes nuts for the new TransAtlantic champion!
Belvedere: The winner, and NEW TransAtlantic champion, ALICE KNIGHT!!!
“Electrified” by Dressy Bessy hits again as Alice Knight celebrates her long awaited championship victory in center of the ring with the crowd going wild, picking up a ‘THANK YOU ALICE!’ chant heard throughout the jam packed arena.
Smith: Not even a month into her return and she captures gold! Way to go Alice Knight! New TransAtlantic champion!
Hood: As Treat Cassidy once said, she’s the champion of… the great blue sea!
Smith: Good showing by Jason Xavier this evening too. His day is coming I just know it.
Hood: What’d you get a job at CWF and didn’t tell me?
Smith: No…
Hood: Then shut the fuck up and let’s celebrate with Alice…. ODUB… OCDUB!
We cut behind the arena where a group of homeless people are celebrating Alice Knight's first ever championship victory in OCW. They are dancing, screaming, eating dead cats...it's a jubilant scene!! Suddenly, Ashe Dawson appears out of nowhere, putting a drastic halt to their partying.
Ashe Dawson: Enjoy it while you can, bums, because in two weeks, I'm taking that Trans Atlantic Title after I defeat Alice Knight en route to becoming the NEW OCW World Champion
The bums boo and hiss. A few of them call Dawson's mother a whore. One bum throws what remains of his dentures in Dawson's direction, missing wildly due to the fact he has no eyes. Dawson just stands, smirking...with something else on his mind.
Ashe Dawson: Calm down, bum friends...I have a nice, surprise for you...
The bums stop their jeers in the hopes that food might be on its way. Instead, a giant container of soap empties out from overhead, lathering all the bums! They stand motionless, wondering what this decent smelling substance is. Ashe Dawson then pulls out a giant water hose and turns it on, spraying the bums down!
Ashe Dawson: A nice shower! It's about time the filth was washed off of you stupid bums...just like how I'm going to rid OCW of the stain that is Alice Knight!
Dawson continues hosing the bums down while they scream and plead for him to stop...we head back to the announce table.
Smith: While I'm a huge fan of hygiene, that was a bit much
Hood: What are you talking about? Dawson did them a favor...I think he even used Irish Spring for soap
Smith: That is pretty hardcore soap
Hood: Hold on...I'm being told he used Dish Soap...haha, priceless
Smith: What an animal
Hood: Hey, if you don't like, don't be a bum
Smith: Well, folks, it’s time for what should be a tremendous Ladder Match for the Internet Title…before we get down to ringside for the encounter…let’s head backstage where Pretty Boy Floyd is standing by with the OCW Internet Champion, Bob Grenier
Hood: Ugh
We cut backstage as Grenier looks prepared for his match, the Internet Title is strapped firmly around his waist.
Pretty Boy Floyd: Well, champ, big match tonight as this phenom…this monster…this beast…this seemingly unbeatable force is challenging you for your coveted Internet Title. Thoughts?
Bob Grenier: Everything you’ve said is spot on…Legion is undefeated and…it’s not so much the fact he’s undefeated…it’s HOW he’s reached undefeated status. I’ve been paying attention…I know what I’m up against…the…thing, it’s a force. His match against Gateman was brutal…yet, he showed no ill-effects. I’m definitely in for the fight of my career.
Pretty Boy Floyd: How about the inclusion of Chad Vargas…is that going to be a distraction?
Bob Grenier: Not as long as he doesn’t interfere or get in my way. But, hell, who am I kidding? Vargas knows what he’s doing…he’s out there to make sure I get punished, physically. He could give a care less about the Internet Title…his sights are set on bigger goals. He’s looking towards Last Man Standing and that World Title shot against PerZag. He knows, in order to get there, he’s got to get through me…so, no doubt, he’s going to try and weaken me tonight.
Pretty Boy Floyd: Makes sense…any final thoughts before you head through that curtain?
Bob Grenier: For all of you out there fearing the worst…calm down. I haven’t reached my current level of success by being an idiot. I know Legion is capable of things I couldn’t even imagine. That’s why I have a little insurance policy up my sleeve…I’ve got a surprise for Legion and, if the match calls for it, I’m going to spring it on him when he least expects it.
Having said that, Grenier heads off, ready for defend his title against Legion.
Pretty Boy Floyd: The champ looks focused…should be a great one! Back to ringside!
We cut back to ringside as the match is set to get underway.
Ladder Match
Bob Grenier © (12-3) vs. Legion (3-0)
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is a Ladder Match and it is for the OCW Internet Championship!!!
The arena lights go dark and suddenly there is a pounding of a drum, akin to a beating heart as a spotlight shines down upon the OCW ntry ramp, showing where a sigil of some sort has appeared during the few seconds of darkness.
The double beat sounds once again and the light vanishes, and all is black once again. A third repetition sounds, and the spotlight is back, revealing that a black guantleted hand has torn through the metal mesh of the entry ramp. A fourth and the arena lights come back up, but in a sinister blood red as the hideous flame-hued mask of Legion appears on the jumbotron.
The monster has torn himself free of the entry ramp and raises his arms as guitars play for a moment and columns of flame light up the OCW arena, sending the lights back to their normal state. Legion walks to the ring, rolling under the bottom rope and stands, raising his left hand into the air.
Belvedere: Introducing first, from Hell…standing 6’10 and weighing in at 286lbs…Legion!!
Smart Went Crazy begins echoes throughout the arena and Bob Grenier makes his way out to a nice ovation. He slaps the hands of his fans while he mouths the words of the song to himself, about half way down the aisle he stops and looks up and throws both hands in the air in tribute to his deceased relatives. He looks directly into the OCW camera and then playfully turns it towards the audience before he slides under the bottom rope. The fans continue to cheer as he sit's on the top turnbuckle silently awaiting his opponent.
Belvedere: And his opponent, from Timmins, Ontario, Canada…standing 6’2 and weighing in at 222lbs…he is the OCW Internet Champion…Bob Grenier!!
Grenier enters into the ring as Scruff he walks up to Grenier first, taking the Internet Title from the champion’s hands. Scruff then turns to Legion…pausing as the big man stares down at Scruff.
Smith: I don’t think Scruff is too keen on coming nera Legion
Hood: Would you be?
Smith: Probably not
Hood: I wonder what hookers do when they are called to Legion’s room…I bet they are scared like crazy.
Smith: He doesn’t strike me as the hooking type, Hood
Hood: With a face like that…you know the man is constantly balls deep pre-paid vag.
Smith: Thanks for a mental image I’ll never forget
Using his experience as a homeless person who has survived the mean streets of poverty, Scruff runs away from Legion, quickly climbing a ladder and attaching the belt to the harness over the ring. Scruff climbs back down, amazingly without falling and breaking his neck as Belvedere takes the ladder from the ring and slides it underneath the apron. The bell sounds as this match is underway.
Smith: For those of you with short term memories
Hood: Or who are constantly overusing hardcore narcotics
Smith: Legion defeated OCW Hardcore Champion Brandon Gateman at Genesis to earn this Title shot.
Hood: And in true OCW fashion, the man who lost the #1 contenders match won a title before the guy who WON the #1 contenders match.
Smith: Happens a lot, doesn’t it?
Hood: Yup
Legion and Grenier are about to begin when, suddenly, “Needle and the Spoon” by Lynyrd Skynyrd hits the PA with Chad Vargas rushing down to the ring in a referee’s shirt.
Smith: Oh yea, he’s officiating this match, isn’t he?
Hood: That’s not good news for Grenier
Smith: Why do you say that?
Hood: They are both in the Last Man Standing tournament…don’t you think Vargas might take this as an opportunity to weaken Grenier? Not to mention their battle back at Clash at the Coast…those are scars that don’t heal, Smith.
Smith: Great observation, Hood…tremendous work!
Hood: Or he may be out here to get a better look at that chick with Double D’s in the front row…she’s wearing the v-neck white t-shirt.
Smith: Where, I don’t…oh…
Hood: I know
Vargas angrily orders Scruff to leave, going so far as to threaten Scruff by motioning he’s going to toss him over the top rope. Scruff suddenly spots a potato chip in the aisle way and he bolts the ring, rushing for a snack. Vargas smacks his hands together, ordering the two wrestlers to commence. They instantly lock up with Grenier attempting to bull Legion back into a nearby corner. Legion quickly finds himself in the corner. Grenier drives a couple of shoulders into his opponent’s gut resulting in little to no effect. After driving the fourth consecutive shoulder, Grenier holds his shoulder into Legion’s abdomen, twisting and turning, hoping to bruise the midsection of his gigantic counterpart. Legion responds by lifting a knee into Grenier’s face!! Grenier turns around, staggering off…Legion reaches out with his long arm, snagging Grenier’s hair and pulling him backwards, onto the mat.
Smith: Bob Grenier has his work cut out in this match…I don’t think he’s ever faced anything like Legion.
Hood: True, he did face Syren…but Syren can at least feel pain, kind of
Smith: This giant is impervious to pain…he’s freakishly big, freakishly quick and terrible to look up at. Despite the fact Grenier is our champion; I’d venture to say he’s the overwhelming underdog tonight.
Hood: Sure
Smith: That’s it?
Hood: Well, fuck, you just rambled on forever, what else could I add?
Smith: Hey, if it keeps you from meandering off topic into some random soliloquy about bit breasted women…then that’s fine by me.
Legion stands over Grenier and drops an elbow across the neck/chest area of the Internet Champion. Legion, remaining on the mat, reaches over and starts to choke Grenier with his hands. Grenier’s legs kick up and down as he tries to somehow break free of Legion’s graso. Reaching up, Grenier thumbs Legion in the eye, causing the big man to release his choke hold while sitting up, covering his face. Grenier crawls to his feet, turns around facing Legion and he drives a knee into Legion’s kisser, putting the big man on his back. Grenier quickly covers him for a pin.
Smith: Whoa! Legion kicked out with authority
Hood: Fucking understatement of the year…he pretty much benched pressed Grenier like six feet in the air…dude nearly flew out of the ring. But that’s not what should be the main focus here…why was Grenier trying to pin Legion in a ladder match?
Smith: Hmm, good point…perhaps he’s over-thinking things due to the tall task at hand?
Hood: I might classify that as under-thinking
Smith: Perhaps
Vargas stands back, a bit in shock by Legion’s strength in kicking out and tossing Grenier through the air. Grenier is on all fours, shaking his head as he’s a bit dazed at the moment. Legion rolls over onto his knees and slowly slithers to his feet. Grenier watches how Legion returns to his feet and his eyes widen, having never experienced something quite like that before. Legion lunges forward with a kick…Grenier darts out of the way in time as Legion’s leg gets caught on top of the middle rope. Grenier thrusts his fist up with an uppercut into Legion’s groin!! It has no effect on Legion as he slowly pulls his leg back into the ring.
Smith: I still have yet to see evidence that this thing can be hurt.
Hood: I’m beginning to believe all the Last Man Standing participants are lucky Legion, for whatever reason, was not a part of this year’s tournament.
Smith: Perhaps…the way he’s looked thus far, one could make the argument he’d be the odds on favorite…if he were in it.
Hood: I’d fuckin bet a shit ton of money on him.
Grenier sprints to the ropes on the other side of the ring as Legion is standing near the ropes…Grenier bounces off and lunges at Legion with a spear! Legion moves out of the way and shoves Grenier through the ropes as he flies out of the ring and slams head first into the guard rail!!! Several fans step back as the rail is bent inward from impact. Legion steps over the top rope and hops to the outside.
Smith: Poor Bob Grenier…he’s trying to find a way…any way to chip down the boulder that is Legion and, well, nothing is working.
Hood: That was a pretty fucking brutal collision…good thing Grenier isn’t very smart, minimal damage concerns from head shots.
Smith: That wasn’t very nice
Hood: Yea, well I think our Internet Champion has bigger fish to fry at the moment than my verbal jabs.
Smith: Indeed
Legion yanks Grenier to his feet and lifts him up like he’s going to deliver a spinebuster…he then slams Grenier’s back into the guardrail!! Grenier remains on his feet, staggering towards Legion who responds with a lariat, taking Grenier to the outside flooring!! Grenier rolls over in pain, clutching his chest. Legion lifts him up again…going through the same process…he drills Grenier’s back into the guardrail…Grenier staggers forward and, again, Legion lariat’s him to the ground!! Grenier is now motionless on the outside as Vargas hops off the ring steps, doing nothing to stop the onslaught.
Smith: Chad Vargas…what a humanitarian
Hood: Okay, first of all…Grenier is a potential opponent standing in his way to become OCW champion.
Smith: Second?
Hood: Fucking Legion, man…would YOU want to tell the guy to lay off?
Smith: No, but I don’t get paid to ref
Hood: Neither does Vargas, he’s simply doing this for charitable reasons…I think the money he makes from refereeing this match is going to Starving Little Ethiopian Kids From TV
Smith: Is that the official name?
Hood: Sure
Legion picks Grenier up again…again going for the back against the guardrail routine…he drills Grenier into the guardrail! Grenier staggers forward…Legion lunges for a lariat…Grenier ducks!!! Legion staggers over the steps…he turns around, facing Grenier with the steps in between them. Grenier hops on the top step, snags the back of Legion’s head and delivers an X-Factor onto the top step!! Legion staggers back against the guard rail while Grenier grabs his legs in pain from the move. He pushes through, though, climbing to the top step and leaping off with a flying clothesline!! He connects and Legion flips over the guard rail, spilling into the crowd!! They all scatter, not wishing to get in the cross hairs. Legion slowly slithers back to his feet, staring at Grenier from the crowd…Grenier looks on in disbelief.
Smith: Bob Grenier has to be wondering what he has to do
Hood: There’s nothing to do…self preservation, Smith. Go ahead, let him have the Internet Title and focus on winning Last Man Standing.
Smith: While I’m typically not a fan of cowardly acts…that may not be the worst idea.
Hood: Yea and perhaps Legion will enjoy the Internet Title and hold it for years and years, never interfering with the World Title scene.
Smith: That is doubtful
Grenier quickly reaches underneath the ring…he pulls a chair out. Legion steps over the guard rail, methodically heading for Grenier. He grabs Grenier by the throat and tries lifting Grenier up for a chokeslam. Grenier, though, drills Legion in the gut with the chair…he staggers back, loosening his grip. Grenier nails him in the gut a second time…he is able to break free from the choke hold. Grenier slams the chair into Legion’s back! Legion stands straight up, glaring at Grenier. Grenier follows that up with a homerun swing, smashing the chair into Legion’s face!! Legion staggers against the guard rail before standing upright again, moving towards Grenier. Grenier steps back, hustling to get away and formulate a new strategy.
Smith: Unless that chair is made of paper...
Hood: Do they make paper chairs?
Smith: Do you really think a person could sit in a paper chair?
Hood: Maybe like a little person…like KEG
Smith: That drunken midget who wrestled here for two weeks?
Hood: And what a two week run it was…
Rushing around the ring, Grenier frantically looks for another object. While doing so, he allows Legion enough time to round the corner, positioning him a few, tedious feet away. The fans yell at Grenier, warning him of what’s heading his way…Grenier turns around and hurls the steel chair at Legion! Legion catches it in mid air, simply dropping it to his side. Grenier turns around and sprints to another side of the ring. Grenier manages to get far enough away where he can reach underneath the ring and pull a table out! He sets the table up on the outside of the ring as Legion closes in.
Smith: I’m not sure what plan of action Grenier is attempting here…Legion WON a Tables match, he didn’t lose it.
Hood: I think he’s just scrambling, Smith…throwing stuff against a wall to see what sticks.
Smith: It’s kind of like fighting the boss at the end of a video game…trying to find that weak spot to attack.
Hood: Except Mike Tyson from Punch Out…guy was unbeatable
Smith: I beat him several times
Hood: Yea? Well you’re a FAG
With the table set up, Grenier turns his focus towards Legion who is already standing over Grenier. Legion drills Grenier in the head with a stiff right hand!! Grenier staggers back, stumbling over the third run of ring steps, falling backwards. Legion stalks as Grenier crawls around and dives underneath the ring. Legion reaches the side of the ring Grenier was crawling only to find Grenier is gone.
Smith: And now we’re playing a game of hide and seek, apparently
Hood: Pretty smart, if you ask me…I don’t think Legion is going to be crawling under that ring
Smith: True, but, as if it were possible, Grenier is even further from his Title than he was at the start of the match.
Hood: Ahh, yea, gonna be hard to win a ladder match while underneath the ring.
Smith: Indeed.
Grenier suddenly emerges on the other side of the ring. Legion spots him while looking through the ropes…Legion heads that way as Grenier remains still, almost as if he’s waiting on Legion. Legion rounds the corner near Grenier, as he does, Grenier yanks a ladder out from under the ring and drills it into Legion’s gut!! Legion staggers back allowing Grenier to thrust the ladder upward, into Legion’s face, knocking him to the ground. Grenier slides the ladder into the ring, crawling in behind it. Legion slowly sits up on the outside of the ring before slithering back to his feet.
Smith: Grenier has a chance here…smart thinking by the Internet Champion!
Hood: I fucking doubt that…Legion is already on his feet again.
Smith: Seriously? Like…what the heck!
Hood: It’s Legion, bro…I think Grenier needs a grenade or something…then again, if he had a grenade and threw it at Legion, the dude would probably swallow it and then release a puff of smoke.
Smith: Watch a lot of cartoons?
Hood: No, just The Mask starring Jim Carrey.
Smith: Cameron Diaz has never been hotter
Hood: A-fucking-men
Legion steps up onto the ring apron as Grenier has no time to set the ladder up underneath the Internet Title. Legion steps over the top rope, entering into the ring…Grenier charges Legion, drilling him in the gut with the ladder!! Legion sways back against the ropes. Grenier grips the ladder from the bottom, taking a few steps back. Legion approaches…Grenier swings the ladder like a bat, drilling Legion in the head several times!! Legion is leaning back against the ropes, nearly tipping over with each swing that connects. Grenier quickly positions his hands around the middle of the ladder and charges at Legion…he slams the girth of the ladder into Legion’s chest, sending the big man over the top rope and to the outside!! Legion falls on his back and is lying, motionless. The crowd goes wild chanting “Grenier! Grenier!” as the Internet Champion looks up at the title hanging above his head.
Smith: For the first time in this match, Bob Grenier has a legit chance a defeating Legion
Hood: He’d better fucking hurry…Legion may be on his back, but he’s far from out
Smith: Indeed!
Grenier slowly positions the ladder underneath the Internet Title, ready to climb. He takes a step on the first rung, shaking the ladder to make sure it is secure. As he does, the crowd reacts to Legion sitting up on the outside, turning his head towards Grenier. Legion quickly slithers back to his feet as Grenier reaches the second rung.
Smith: Bob had better hurry…he doesn’t have much time left
Hood: Doesn’t look good
Smith: Not at the moment, no
Legion steps into the ring, over the top rope as Grenier is halfway up the ladder. Legion methodically steps towards the ladder, grabbing the side opposite Grenier. Grenier holds on, not wishing to fall. Legion then proceeds to show an immense amount of strength, lifting the ladder off of the mat. Grenier’s back is pointed at the title as Legion musters all his strength, lifting the ladder over his head…it folds back up, with Grenier holding on to the rungs, above Legion’s head. Legion then hurls the ladder and Grenier over the top rope and through the table outside of the ring!!! The crowd reacts in shock as a few ‘Holy Shit’ chants break out. Legion remains standing in the ring, staring down at Grenier, who is motionless amid a pile of wooden rubble and severed ladder.
Smith: Unbelievable!
Hood: That guy is fucking strong!
Smith: Bob Grenier is motionless…there’s no way he can come back from this.
Hood: Shit man, the ladder broke and everything.
Smith: It was a terrible fall.
Instead of going for the title, Legion heads outside, looking to inflict more pain on Grenier. Stepping off the apron, Legion’s foot crushes several pieces of wood. He bends over, yanking Grenier to his feet by the hair…Grenier’s body is unable to support itself, so Legion lifts him up, tossing the champion over his shoulder. Legion kicks the top half of the ladder away from the pile of wood as the ladder had been severed from impact. Legion then drops Grenier’s back onto the top half of the ladder with a Powerslam!!! Grenier arches his back while his body writhes in pain…nearby fans boo the sadistic nature of Legion.
Smith: Bob Grenier is in Legion’s wheel house right now and it appears as though there is no escape.
Hood: If Grenier is lucky, Legion will go ahead and end the match now.
Smith: For some reason, I don’t envision that happening.
Hood: Nah, dude is gonna fuck Grenier all kinds of up
Standing over Grenier, Legion applies a couple of vicious kicks onto the Internet Champion’s torso as he remains pretty unresponsive due to the injuries he’s recently sustained. Legion yanks Grenier to his feet and whips him into the guard rail near the entrance way…Grenier slams hard, falling to the ground. Legion heads for the entrance way where several ladders are stationed. He grabs two and sets one on the ground, taking the other to Grenier.
Smith: Well, it doesn’t appear he’s going to use any of these ladders to try and grab the belt…at least, not yet.
Hood: Nope, he’s going to pretty much attempt homicide
Smith: Bob Grenier has got to pull something out of his hat here…where’s that ‘surprise’ he promised?
Hood: Looks like it was a dud, Smith
Legion drops the ladder he was carrying and picks Grenier up…he body slams Grenier onto the ladder he had previously laid on the ground. Grenier is left lying on top of the ladder. Legion then snags the second ladder and places it on top of Grenier. He reaches down and hooks his giant hands around the bottom ladder, lifting it up to his chest…holding at chest level, Legion has Grenier sandwiched between two ladders in the air. Legion then performs his incredible Blood Moon Slam, destructively sandwiching Grenier between both ladders!! The crowd cheers from the sheer awesomeness of the mood as Legion slithers back to his feet and stares down at Grenier, who is breathing heavily, but not moving.
Smith: Enough! Somebody put an end to this Massacre
Hood: Hey, a Massacre ON Massacre
Smith: Now’s not the time for juvenile humor
Hood: I didn’t find that joke to be all that juvenile…just a sappy pun.
Smith: Well, whatever…Grenier may be seriously maimed and you’re trying to be funny.
Hood: Laugh or cry, Smith, laugh or cry
Amazingly, Grenier starts to crawl, showing tremendous grit and determination. He reaches out for a ladder nearby and holds it up, blocking Legion from grabbing him. The big man looks down at Grenier’s pathetic attempt to shield his body from any further harm. Legion rips the ladder from Grenier’s hands and kicks Grenier in the face, incapacitating him. Legion then heads for the ring with the ladder…he slides it under the bottom rope, following suit as he gets to his feet and sets it up underneath the Internet Title.
Smith: Alright, Hood, this is apparently it…we are going to have a new Internet Champion
Hood: Just like Syren and PerZag…I don’t see how anyone is going to take the title off of this monster
Smith: I have to agree with you, Legion is seemingly invincible.
With the ladder set up, Legion begins the rather short climb for a man of his stature. The crowd stands in anticipation as Legion reaches a high enough rung where his finger tips graze the gold. Grenier begins crawling towards the ring, reaching out with his hand, in an act of desperation, visualizing his title leaving his grasp. Legion takes one more step…as he does, the ladder begins to shake…in instantly falls apart as Legion lands roughly on the mat, covered in severed rungs!! The fans go wild as Grenier pulls himself up by the ring apron and looks around, smiling.
Smith: A faulty ladder!!! Grenier planted a faulty ladder!!
Hood: Fucking genius!
Smith: It certainly is…and he grabbed it, knowing Legion would take it from him…that’s how you beat a monster, Smith…outsmart it!
Hood: Well, he’s still got to get a fucking functional ladder in there and climb it before Legion does that slithery thing to his feet again.
Smith: Indeed!
Grenier quickly obtains one of the ladders Legion used during the Blood Moon and he slides it into the ring…crawling in behind it. Grenier gets to his feet and quickly clutches his back, obviously in a tremendous amount of pain. He guts through it, however, placing the ladder over Legion, who is flat on his back, breathing…yet motionless. Grenier starts to ascend the ladder as the fans reach their feet, cheering for him to retain his title and defeat the beast.
Smith: C’mon, Bob!! You got this!
Hood: I’m torn here…fucking guy is pandering to the crowd…but, at the same time, the very real idea that an unbeatable monster is wrestling in OCW kind of freaks me out.
Smith: Cheer for Bob, you know you want to
Hood: Okay, you’ve convinced me…c’mon, Legion, get off your ass!
Grenier reaches the third to last rung and reaches up, grasping the leather strap of the belt…the slickness of his sweaty fingers causes him to lose his grip and the title to swing around. As it does, the crowd yells out in horror as Legion instantly sits up and sliders to his feet. Grenier looks down and rotates his back to the ladder…Legion reaches up, grabbing at Grenier’s legs. Grenier kicks down at Legion…Legion shoves forward…the ladder slides across the mat, several feet from the title, making it impossible to reach at this point. Grenier continues to kick at Legion…he finally nails a flush kick to the top of the head as Legion falls onto the mat, lying on his back. Grenier ascends to the very top of the tall ladder and looks around at the crowd, which rises in anticipation. He then looks down at Legion.
Smith: Bob Grenier is going to throw all of his chips into the middle and attempt to put the monster away!
Hood: Fucking nutzo, man…this guy has lost it.
Smith: Desperate times calls for desperate measures…I don’t know how else you expect him to defeat Legion.
Hood: Yea, I guess
Bob suddenly leaps off with a 450 Splash!! As he descends, Legion quickly sits up and SMACKS Grenier in the face with the Guiding Hand!!! Grenier’s body, surprisingly, stands upright after impact before falling face first onto the mat. A pool of blood begins to form underneath his face as Grenier’s mouth is demolished. Legion slithers to his feet and he drags the ladder underneath the title. He makes the quick, anticlimactic climb as he reaches the top, grabs the title and unhooks it from its ring. The bell sounds as the crowd boos their new Internet Champion.
Belvedere: Here is your winner…AND THE NEW OCW INTERNET CHAMPION…LEGION!!!!!
Legion doesn’t celebrate…he doesn’t allow Vargas to raise his hand in victory. He simply exits the ring, with his title, leaving Grenier in a pool of his own blood. Vargas stands over Grenier, with a look of concern.
Smith: Well, it’s nice to know Chad Vargas isn’t completely devoid of compassion…potential competition or not, he appears concerned for his fellow man.
Hood: I think it’s safe to say Dangerous Dan just received a bye into the Semi-Finals!
Smith: Perhaps…but, never count out Lopaka
Vargas helps Grenier to his feet. From the bottom lip down, Grenier’s face and neck are drenched in blood. Vargas suddenly shows his true colors as he hooks Grenier and drops him to the mat, on various pieces of the broken, faulty ladder with The Stroke!! Vargas pops back to his feet to a thunderous amount of boos before looking down at Grenier and signaling around his waist saying “I’m the Last Man Standing!” Vargas rips his ref shirt off and exits the ring as trash and a jock strap are thrown his way.
Smith: And now we learn why Vargas wanted to ref this match…he wanted to try and put Grenier out of contention for Last Man Standing.
Hood: Shit, Legion pretty much did that all on his own.
Smith: Yea, but you know Vargas…he had to get his money’s worth.
Hood: And a jock strap…I think some fan just told Vargas to suck his dick juice, haha
Smith: Gross…well, folks, we have a new Internet Champion in what is shaping up to be a crazy night here at Massacre.
Hood: I predict a ten year reign for Legion
Smith: While I doubt it lasts that long…I can’t argue with the notion it’s going to take a near superhuman effort to dethrone our new Internet Champion…anyway, folks, let’s cut to another promo for Last Man Standing.
Smith: That is set to be arguably the most important Pay Per View in OCW history...and major props to OCW graphic artist, Aliss Night on the design.
Hood: Who the hell is she?
Smith: A graphical contributor...but let's move on...it's main event time!
Hood: Yea, more like a CWF orgy
Smith: Five of the six participants are future CWF stars...the OCW Hardcore Title is on the line...should be exciting...down to ringside we go!
Six Man Tag Team Match
PerZag (16-4), Richard (4-12) & Brandon Gateman © (4-2) vs. Dangerous Dan (9-7), Crazy Chris (7-2) & Lance Savage (4-0)
”Don’t Stop” by Foster the People hits as The Danger Boiz and Lance Savage all make their way to the ring at the same time.
Belvedere: Introducing first, the team of The Danger Boiz and ‘The Demon’ Lance Savage!!!
”In Too Deep” by Sum 41 plays as Richard rushes down to the ring.
Belvedere: And their opponents, first, New Jersey…standing 5’8 and weighing in at 225lbs…Richard!
”Reach Out” by Scott Stapp plays as the OCW Hardcore Champion, Brandon Gateman makes his way to the ring.
Belvedere: Introducing next, from Toronto, Canada…standing 6’4 and weighing in at 255lbs…he is the OCW Hardcore Champion…Brandon Gateman!!
”Eye of the Tiger” by Survivor finally hits as PerZag starts to make his way to the ring.
Belvedere: And their tag team partner, from Benalla, standing 6’5 and weighing in at 216lbs…he is the Number One Contender for the OCW World Championship…PerZag!!
While making his way to the ring, someone suddenly jumps the guard rail they drill PerZag with a chair shot!!
Smith: Wait a minute…PerZag is being attacked before the match!!!
Hood: It’s Lurrr!!
Smith: Yes, it is!
PerZag staggers back as Lurrr nails him with the chair again. Lurrr then follows that chair shot up with The Wake Up Call!! He superkicks Zag off his feet, to the ground. Lurrr then yanks Zag back to his feet and he drags him through the curtain, taking the assault away from ringside.
Smith: If you’ll remember, Lurrr and PerZag were supposed to square off at Sinful Nature for the World Title…I guess Lurrr hasn’t quite let that feud go, yet
Hood: Well, that fucking sucks for Zag…I guess no Hardcore Title for him
Smith: I guess not
Gateman hands his title over and looks at Richard, who shrugs. The bell sounds as this is now a three on two handicap match. Richard starts off for his team, taking on Dangerous Dan. They lock up with Dan lifting a quick knee into Richard’s gut.
Smith: Gateman and Richard are at an extreme disadvantage…not only are they outnumbered three against two…but The Danger Boiz are one of the best tag teams in all of wrestling.
Hood: It’s gonna be rough
Smith: Understatement of the century!
Hood: You’ve been around an entire century?
Smith: Well, umm, no
Hood: Then how the fuck can you make the claim?
Watching from the apron, Gateman’s legs are suddenly taken out from him as he slams, face first into the mat! The fans boo when they see Jack Lockwood, of the Lockwood Party, assaulting Gateman on the outside with lefts and rights.
Smith: This is insanity…now Brandon Gateman is being attacked!
Hood: Jack Lockwood is his opponent in the Quarter Finals of Last Man Standing, isn’t he?
Smith: Indeed he is
Hood: Getting some work done early, it appears
Smith: Apparently so
Gateman fights back…as he and Lockwood get into an all out brawl. They brawl over the guard rail and through the crowd, leaving Richard as the last man standing from his three man team.
Smith: The odds are heavily stacked against Richard
Hood: When are they not? The odds are stacked against that fucker when he gets out of bed in the morning. I hear he has bunk beds…he sleeps on the top one and always falls off in the morning.
Smith: Ouch
Richard, distracted and watching Gateman and Lockwood brawl, is met with The ENDD is Near (Superkick) from Dan!!! Richard falls flat on his back as Dan rushes to the nearest corner and climbs to the top. Reaching the top, he looks down at Richard and leaps off with the ENDD (Swanton Bomb)!!!
Smith: The ENDD!! Dan is going to become our new Hardcore Champion!
Hood: Not if Lance Savage has anything to say about it
Smith: Good point!
Savage tries to enter the ring as Dan covers Richard…Chris, though, grabs Savage by the leg and rips him off the apron…Savage lands roughly on the outside. Scruff slides in and makes the count as Dan pins Richard.
1!
2!
3!!!
The bell sounds as Dan hops to his feet with his arm in victory. Chris slides in, handing Dan the title.
Belvedere: Here is your winner…and the NEW OCW HARDCORE CHAMPION…DANGEROUS DAN!!!!!
Smith: Dan is our new Hardcore Champion! What a turn of events…THREE different Hardcore Champions since Genesis.
Hood: Fucking shit…that title needs to stick in one place for longer than a week
Smith: Agreed…and Dan, while not the most hardcore guy around, looks like the kind of champion with staying power.
Hood: Eh, we’ll see
Smith: Indeed we will…well, that’s it for tonight folks, see you all next week!
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