From the River Valley High School Gymnasium in Three Oaks, Michigan.
~Our mouse scrolls over and clicks the link to the Monday Night Massacre live feed. Instantly, the video starts up as we are live from the River Valley High School Gymnasium in Three Oaks, Michigan. While last week’s crowd in Brunswick, Ohio was a solid 35-40 people, tonight’s appears to be a bit above that, hovering in the upper 40 range. The bleachers are pulled out with the same, thin black sheet covering the precious basketball court hardwood. This week, the goals have been pulled up to avoid and Hood-like disaster. “Comin In Hot” by Hollywood Undead emanates throughout the gymnasium, a much older crowd than a week ago. They stand and cheer as loud as they can, ready for tonight’s show to get underway. Leo the High School Intern pans the camera around for a bit before running into the ring post. There isn’t much room for him to operate. He gives up on the stereotypical opening pan shot and focuses, instead, on Smith and Hood who are seated behind a fold out cafeteria table with metal, folding chairs as their seats. Hood is holding a giant hammer with the bell in front of him whereas Smith just has a stack of papers~
Smith: Hello again everyone and welcome to our second comeback edition of Monday Night Massacre! We are live here at River Oaks…
Hood: Nope
Smith: River Hills?
Hood: River Valley, bitch.
Smith: I knew I should have written that down…anyways, we are here at a local high school gymnasium in Three Oaks, Michigan for what should be an exciting night of action!
Hood: Damn straight…after last week with Dean’s announcement of the race for a Central Championship match at Resurrection, I’m sure all eyes will be on the performers tonight.
Smith: Indeed! Amber Ryan, Lou Bruno, Johnny Riot, Victor Slade, Roach, Jared Black and, of course, Mario Maurako are all competitors to keep an eye on moving forward towards February 23rd.
Hood: There’s only one name in that bunch which matters, Smith…Mario Maurako.
Smith: I beg to differ! If you’ll remember he always had a tough time winning the big one in OCW.
Hood: I’m betting the house on Maurako…he will be in that Central Championship match…book it, bitch.
Smith: We shall see…we also have two new debuts with Noah Mackenzie and Brianna Casablancas…I’m hearing great things about Casablancas…
Hood: I’ve seen great things about her…not so sure about hearing anything though.
Smith: Noticeably absent tonight are The Danger Boiz, Talon Young and Bobbinette Carey…I guess everyone needs a week off from time to time.
Hood: They all won last week…give them the week off…or month off…hell, the year off…makes room for more interesting wrestlers like Maurako.
Smith: Maurako wants to put YOU out of a job, Hood.
Hood: Oh, wow, lose a job that pays less than McDonalds.
Smith: Whatever…I’m also told Gavin Reed is in the house.
Hood: Who?
Smith: You know, the guy who lost out on the OCW investment…he was hounding Dean all last week for answers in an effort to identify our anonymous financier. It appeared near the end of the broadcast that he accomplished his mission.
Hood: Oh, yea, I guess the follow up to that will be interesting.
Smith: Indeed…
~Suddenly “Voodoo Child” by Jimi Hendrix strums up as the fans turn and see OCW President Dean heading down to the ring with the Central Championship over his shoulder. Despite what we saw last week, he appears to be in good spirits. Dean steps into the ring and shakes Belvedere’s hand before taking the mic~
Smith: Looks like we are kicking tonight off with the man himself…Dean!
Hood: Glad he’s got that title with him…this place is called River…
Smith: Don’t look at me!
~Dean clears his throat and begins to speak~
President Dean: Three Oaks, Michigan…what’s up!!
~The crowd emits a decent cheer, Dean nods his head showing his appreciation~
President Dean: Thanks for coming out tonight despite the cold ass weather….now, I know you suckas didn’t come over here to see an old, over-the-hill former pro wrestler talk for thirty minutes, so I’ll get straight to the point. Last week, once again, Mario Maurako desecrated sacred OCW property. He tossed all of the OCW titles into a lake…titles I was unable retrieve due to the ridiculous amount it would cost to search the bottom of that deep ass lake. So, sadly…those titles are forever lost…
~The fans boo as loud as they can…which isn’t very loud~
President Dean: Amongst the titles lost…the OCW World Tag Titles, Television Title, Intercontinental Title, World Lightweight Title, Intercontinental Title…and, worst of all…the OCW World Championship. The belt worn by Lurrr, Syren, Silverfreak, Scorpion, Paras, D Double D, The Great One, Bifford, Silver Cyanide and many others…gone…forever.
~The anger on Dean’s face rises in intensity. His fists tighten with rage as he reflects on all the history lost with Maurako’s selfish actions. He takes a few deep breaths, composes himself and continues~
President Dean: All week people have been asking me what Maurako’s punishment is going to be. What am I going to do in response…how am I going to make Maurako’s life a living hell? Well, the question is simple…Mario Maurako, as a result for your actions I am personally punching your ticket to Resurrection. Congratulations…your spot is secure for February 23rd…
~The fans all look at one another, surprised by Dean’s announcement. They can’t figure out why Dean would reward Mario for his actions. Obviously, they were expecting some kind of suspension or ridiculous handicapped match ensuring an embarrassing defeat. But a presumed shot at the Central Championship…no way. “Godfather Waltz” by Slash hits as Mario Maurako enters the gymnasium with a satisfied, smug smile on his face. He already has a mic in his hands and makes his way halfway down to the ring before speaking~
Mario Maurako: Well, Dean I’m glad you have finally come to your senses. Now if you are willing to do things my way I’m sure we can get along just fine.
~Dean responds~
President Dean: Oh, I’m sorry…you misunderstand, Mario. I must have not been very clear with my announcement…I apologize…let me put this debate to rest. You will have a match at Resurrection…a high profile match…but that match will NOT be for this.
~Dean holds the OCW Central Championship high in the air as the fans respond with applause, having their doubts and fears eased. The smug smile has vanished from Mario‘s face now as he glares towards the ring at Dean.~
Mario Maurako: Very clever Dean. Theold bait and switch. I should have seen that coming. But alas, bravo. So I guess later tonight I’ll just take it out on your pathetic employee Jared Black. And I’ll earn my way to a Central Title Match because we both know that I deserve it.
~Dean responds~
President Dean: Where I come from…someone who tosses titles around as if they were garbage does not deserve title shots. You may have one upped me last week and worked your way around my less than stellar security system to rid OCW of its most prestigious possessions…however you will never…ever come near another title as long as I’m running things here.
Mario Maurako: So I guess that is the way it is. The line has been drawn in the sand. I guess you leave me no choice other than to completely destroy every single person in your company and run it into the ground and close its doors forever. And since you won’t let me in the Central Title match at Resurrection I guess it will start then with whomever my opponent may be. So why don’t you do them a favor and announce their name right now, so they can start preparing their final wishes.
~Dean responds~
President Dean: Your opponent? You want to know who you’ll be facing? Hmm…well, seeing as we are ONLY a few weeks away I guess I can go ahead and let you know. At Resurrection, Maurako, you will be facing none other than The Queen of Epicness herself…Bobbinette Carey!!
~Crowd gives their loudest cheers of the evening as Maurako blows up~
Mario Maurako: You think you’re so damn smart Dean? I guess I’m going to maim one of your biggest names! You better have her placed on lock down. Place her with witness protection, because if I have it my way she won’t even make Resurrection.
President Dean: Whatever, sucka…you want to act like a little bitch? Prepared to get smacked around as such…I may be forced to employ you but I am not forced to put up with your shit. Enjoy the rest of your contract, Maurako…I know I will.
Mario, visibly angry, glares at Dean in the ring. Mario raises the microphone to respond and instead just tosses it to the ground and storms to the back.
Smith: WHOA!! Huge news…Maurako is officially OUT of the Central Championship chase!
Hood: Son of a…
Smith: There goes your pick, Hood.
Hood: Did I say Maurako? I meant…fuck…I don’t know who to pick now!
Smith: Not only is Maurako out…but Bobbinette Carey, his opponent at Resurrection, is ineligible as well…this is huge news, Hood. Those were probably the top two contenders…this race just became wide open!
Hood: Calm the fuck down before you stain all those papers in front of you.
Smith: I’m sorry, but this is very exciting news!
Hood: Only if you’re a fan of Pay Per View main events that won’t sell tickets.
Smith: Untrue and Rude! The young talent in OCW is talented enough to carry any show…for instance, take our first match here…Victor Slade…a rookie with a ton of potential coming off a tough loss against the menacing Derek Jacobs
Hood (snoring): .......
Smith: Oh Hoodsie!!!
Hood(snoring louder): ....
Smith: Wakey wakey eggs and bakey!!!
Hood: Stop that...
Smith: It's time for our next match silly! You need to be awake and alert.
Hood: Give me my coke then.
Smith: You're cut off until after the show, remember?!
Hood: Fucking Dean, nazi bastard...
Belvedere: On his way to the ring at this time, introducing first, and weighting in at 289lbs....DEREK JACOBS!!!
~"Someone to Hate" by Demon Hunter hits and Belvedere wasn't lying, Derek Jacobs is already making his way to the ring, looking half drunk, but still making his way to the ring nonetheless. As Jacobs stumbles to the ring, knocking into the guardrails that the OCW team has setup to deter fans from bombarding the ring.....bahahahahhahaha....I crack myself up sometimes...he spots a quarter on the ground, shining in the glow of the gym lights. He bends down to pick it up but stumbles forward and hits his head on the steel steps rather hard. He lies there motionless.~
Hood: Why the fuck does he get to have fun and I don't?!
Smith: Talk to Dean-O, not me. I'm just here to keep you in line.
Hood: Bullshit! Complete bullshit! While the jobbers in the back are partying their asses off I'm stuck here, ringside, with some halfwit who thinks that it's his responsibility to babysit me!
Smith: But it IS my responsibility, silly.
Hood: Well I'm releiving you of your duty!
Smith: You can't do that, you crazy crazy boy.
Hood: Shoot me. Just shoot me now...preferably in the arm, with a needle filled with heroin.
Belvedere: And his opponent, hailing rom Mexico City, Mexico and standing at 6'7, he is a powerhouse unlike we have ever seen in the OCW...."THE WOLF" VICTOR SLADE!!!
~"Seek and Destroy" by Metallica cuts off the previous music as out walks Victor Slade in all of his goth glory, walking much better than his opponent. He slowly walks out to the ring staring at the motionless body of Derek Jacobs, who either knocked himself out by hitting his head or just thought since he was lying down that it would be an appropriate time to take a siesta. The Wolf stops and looks of the fallen body of Derek Jacobs and looks into the ring to see the ref shrugging his shoulders. Victor Slade shakes his head in disgust, picks up Derek Jacobs and tosses him into the ring as Slade makes his way up the steps and into the ring himself.~
Smith: Well look at that! Isn't that just gentlemanly of him!
Hood: Ugh, how much more of this do I have to take? I'm worn down by the sheer stupidity that excretes from your mouth!
Smith: Look at you Hoodsie, using college words and stuff! I'm very impressed by your onset of a better vocabulary.
Hood: We can't be using these bigger words, the fans at home are stupid, remember?
Smith: You need to give them more credit! See what being off of drugs does for your mind?
Hood: Fuck you.
~Slade gets into the ring as Belvedere exits and the ref calls for the bell. Slade walks up to Derek Jacobs and stares, shaking his head in a disappointing manner. He sets his foot on top of him, contemplating a pin attempt. The ref drops down to the ground hesitantly and raises his hand to start the count but Slade lifts his foot off of Jacob's chest. He then feels the need to pick up a helpless Derek Jacobs, with a hand around Jacob's throat. He brings him to the middle of the ring and lifts Derek high up into the air and then crashing down to the mat with a chokeslam that shakes the ring.~
Hood: This guy is merciless.
Smith: I know! He should have just pinned him!
Hood: Fuck that! This jobber needs to be a taught a lesson!
Smith: And what lesson with that be Hood?
Hood: The lesson that says if you're going to drink and do drugs to at least INVITE me to do them with you. Everyone knows that by now?
Smith: Oh, do they now?
Hood: No comment....snitch.
~Obviously not done dishing out the punishment to the man who lost the match before it even began, Slade raises a lifeless Derek Jacobs up to his knees and wedges his head in between The Wolf's legs. Slade looks up into the audience and smiles an evil smile and he lifts Jacobs from a kneeling position all the way above his head, lifting him higher than normal and drives him down to the mat with the Deadly sins powerbomb. Smiling the whole time, Slade gets down on one knee and places his index finger on the chest of Jacobs. The ref goes for the count~
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Smith: I think he may be dead!
Hood: Would that be such a bad thing?
Smith: Heartless you are.
Hood: You've worked on and off with me for the past 12 years, Smith. I figured you would have known that by now.
Smith: I did, but I thought that that one special night that we had changed you.
Hood: What the fuck are you talking about?
Smith: We'll talk later about that...
Belvedere: Here is your winner..."THE WOLF" VICTOR SLADE!!!!!
~Slade exits the ring as Scruff ushers Jacobs out.
Smith: Guess what time it is??
Hood: Will you stop, I can see the fucking thing blinking.
Smith: iPad time!!
~We zoom in and find Roach preparing for his match against Amber Ryan in the weight room. The glass from the shattered mirror has been picked up with Zeus and Hades bodies removed. Roach finishes strapping his boots when someone walks in~
Roach: Get out of here…no autographs before a match, geez.
Voice: I’m not here for an autograph.
~Our view pans over as we see ICWF Hall of Famer and former OCW wrestler, The Lost Soul. We can hear the crowd cheering when they see the familiar face of TLS as he stands over Roach. Roach quickly rises to his feet and stares TLS in the face~
Roach: What do you want, old man?
~Roach has about an inch on TLS and lets him know it by looking down on him. TLS turns his head and smirks for a second, taking the jab from Roach in stride~
TLS: Listen, I didn’t come here to disrespect you or challenge you…I came here to simply let you know I was impressed with your win last week. Its matches like that which will propel you to the top…trust me, I know.
Roach: If I wanted advice from Bozo the Clown, I would’ve hired a two-bit actor from craigslist. Now, get out of my face before I re-arrange yours.
~Roach takes off and slams his shoulder into TLS in doing so. He exits as TLS turns his head to the side with a frustrated look on his face. Our video feed ends and we focus back on Hood and Smith~
Smith: It’s The Lost Soul! He’s in OCW!
Hood: Hold on now, Smithers…guy may have just been in Three Oaks vacationing and decided to drop by.
Smith: Really?
Hood: Okay, yea, he’s probably on board.
Smith: I don’t know what to think of the disrespect Roach showed him. TLS is a legend.
Hood: I like it…Roach isn’t going to let some over the hell clown tell him what to do. Good for him.
Smith: TLS may be a veteran, but he isn’t old…something tells me he won’t take that disrespect lightly.
Hood: Oh boo-hoo…
Smith: Whatever…
~"It's Goin' Down" by X-Ecutioners starts to play as the crowd turn, almost as one, to look towards entrance to the gymnasium.~
Smith: I heard this guy was in the building.
Hood: Who?
Smith: One of OCW's latest signings. Damian Payne. Likes to call himself "Sadistic Insanity".
Hood: Huh? Why?
Smith (sarcastically): Because he's a Justin Beiber fan!
Hood: Hey! I'm a Belieber! That guy's pretty hardcore!
~As the OCW commentary team debate the "hardcoreness" of the world's most over-rated "entertainer" - Damian Payne makes his way out from the back and walks confidently to the ring. He slides under the bottom rope and gets to his feet before walking to the side of the ring and motions for a microphone. He is soon handed one. Payne raises the microphone to his mouth.~
Payne: So this is OCW, right? This is where I've chosen for my comeback. The start of my climb back to greatness. Damn right it is. What you probably don't realise is that I was sat out in the crowd last week and I heard what President Dean was talking about.
Hood: He means the OCW Central Championship.
Payne: I mean the OCW Central Championship!
Hood: Told you!
Smith: I expect he means the Resurrection PPV as well.
Payne: I'm also talking about the Resurrection PPV!
Hood: Damn! We are good at this shit!
~Sensing that the commentators are talking - Payne glares at them. Hood points at Smith.~
Payne: I was kind of intrigued about President Dean's list of potential matches. Each one of them sounds like something that I would enjoy being a part of. But I'm not about to demand to be in the Resurrection main event. No! I know I have to prove myself. So I'm going to make this short and sweet. All you guys in the back. Consider yourself on notice. Anyone who stands in my way will be dealt with - as will anyone that I consider a threat. You have been warned. And there's not a damn thing you can do about it. Not even in your nightmares.
~With that Payne tosses the microphone towards the corner and strides across the ring before dropping to the canvas and rolling under the bottom rope, landing nimbly on his feet and walking back to the backstage area.~
Hood: Who do you think he was referring to?
Smith: I have no idea. But I really don't want to be anyone that's in his way.
Hood: Yea, somebody could get their wig split.
Smith: Better watch that copyright infringement, Hood! Uh oh, iPad..it be a blinkin!
~The feed picks up to where we left off last week with Gavin Reed, in the place where he made first contact with the mysterious investor that has given Dean enough cash to fund this OCW tour of the Central region. Gavin, is obviously upset as the feed picks up sound.~
Gavin: What the hell do you mean that you don't want my investor's money?! Did you not understand how many zeroes are after the number 5?!
~The camera pans towards the mysterious investor but the feed cuts to a fuzzy picture, much like a tv that has been changed to the wrong input (back in the 1990's). Suddenly the feed picks back up but not on the investor, but on Gavin once again.~
Gavin: Look, I'm not trying to insult you by me thinking that you can be bought out. I just thought that you would be a person that recognizes a great opportunity when they see it! This is a major opportunity for you to completely change your life!
~The camera quickly turns towards the investor again but we are met once more with the gray fuzzy picture. The feed cuts back in once again on Gavin, not allowing us to see who the investor actually is.~
Gavin: Oh really? Well I want the same thing too. You know, I think that we could come to an agreement of some sort. We both want what's best for the OCW and I believe that we have some mutual enemies here as well. Maybe we can come to a mutually beneficial agreement here.
~Once again the camera turns and the feed changes to that damned gray fuzzy picture. It cuts back in once more and is only showing Gavin Reed.~
Gavin: Good! Then it's decided! This seems like it'll be the start of a wonderful relationship.
~The feed ends and we focus back on the announce team~
Smith: This drama with Gavin Reed and our anonymous financier continues.
Hood: Huh? What? I’m sorry, some MILF with a low cut blouse is sitting right over there.
Smith: That girl looks sixteen.
Hood: Really? Fuck..kids, these days, ya know?
Smith: No, I don’t…but what I do know is that an exciting triple threat is coming up next!
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is a triple threat match with elimination rules. The last man standing will be declared the winner! Introducing first, from Dublin, Ireland…standing 6’2 and weighing in at 231 lbs… “The Messiah of Mayhem” Noah Mackenzie!!!
~”Drag the Waters” by Pantera hits the gym PA system as Noah Mackenzie enters from a double door entrance and makes his way to the ring. The fans at ringside are receiving their first introduction to this OCW newcomer, so they sit and watch as he reaches the ring and climbs in. Mackenzie has a favorable disposition to him and the fans pick up on that and seem to lean towards liking him. Suddenly, “Lit Up” by Buckcherry takes over the PA system and the fans give a light cheer for the winless Irvin Hill as he makes his way to the ring~
Belvedere: Introducing next, from Miami, Florida, standing 6’3 and weighing in at 225 lbs…Irvin Hill!!!
~Irvin Hill hops into the ring with a lot of energy and quickly climbs the nearest corner and points out to the small gym crowd. They respond with a few light cheers. “In Too Deep” by Sum 41 begins to play and the crowd turns and watches Richard make his way towards the ring~
Belvedere: Introducing our third and final competitor, from New Jersey, standing 5’8 and weighing in at 225 lbs…Richard!!
~Richard quickly enters the ring to a minimal reaction from a small crowd. Belvedere exits as Scruff motions towards the announce table. Smith’s golden gavel is gone. Instead, it’s Hood’s duties this week. He takes out a giant hammer and bangs the shit out of the bell. Smith covers his ears from the loud ringing as the match is officially underway~
Smith: Thanks for that, partner.
Hood: No problem, buddy…beats that stupid ass shit you were using last week.
Smith: At least I had our long term hearing at heart.
Hood: I don’t need you doing any favors for me, Smith.
Smith: Whatever…thoughts on this match?
Hood: Irvin Hill absolutely sucks and can’t buy a win. Richard looked better than I thought he would…even though he still lost to Talon Young. Noah Mackenzie is an unknown…but, in this match, I think that’s enough…I’m going with Noah.
Smith: I’m pulling for Richard…whose last name appears to be Dweck, by the way.
Hood: Good for him
~Richard quickly attacks Irvin Hill. He rushes him and attacks him with lefts and rights, knocking the taller, more athletic looking Hill into the nearest corner. Hill uses his elbows and forearms in an attempt to block the assault from Richard. Richard finds that the majority of his punches are being effectively blocked. He responds with a knee into the gut of Hill. Hill hunches over in pain. Richard whips him out of the corner. He’s met in the middle of the ring with a flying forearm from Noah, taking advantage of an easy opportunity! Hill lands hard on the mat, holding the back of his head in pain. Noah quickly gets to his feet and stares Richard down, who looks right back at him~
Smith: If I didn’t know any better, I’d say these two were helping each other out.
Hood: That was reminiscent of a hate crime.
Smith: In what way, exactly?
Hood: Two youngsters attacking the old guy.
Smith: Way to toe the line there, Hood.
Hood: Always.
~Richard and Noah lock up in the middle of the ring. Richard twists Noah’s arm and has it locked. He applies pressure on Noah’s arm which causes a fair amount of pain. Noah forces Richard against the ropes and whips him across the ring, effectively breaking the hold. Richard bounces off the opposing set of ropes and Noah goes for a spinning heel kick. Richard ducks and Noah’s back is to Richard. Richard lifts Noah up and drops him with an atomic drop across his knee. Noah limps forward as Richard rushes up and snatches Noah’s head in a side headlock, applying a lot of pressure to Noah’s head and neck area~
Smith: Great assault early on by Richard…he seems determined to wear Noah Mackenzie down.
Hood: I guess…arm and head locks are so thirty years ago.
Smith: Hey, if it works…
Hood: Dean’s POS rental car works…but that doesn’t make it cool
Smith: Pro wrestling isn’t about being cool, it’s about winning.
Hood: And that’s the attitude that got us here, Smith.
~Richard yanks Noah towards the middle of the ring. Irvin Hill has made it back to his feet. He spots Richard with Noah’s head lock and delivers a stiff roundhouse kick to the side of Richard’s head! Richard releases the hold and falls to one knee. Hill then delivers a crushing knee to Richard’s face. Richard falls to the mat and quickly rolls out of the ring holding his face in pain~
Smith: The dangers of a triple threat match.
Hood: He fucked that bitch up
Smith: He has a name!
Hood: Robert Paulson?
Smith: I…I…is that some new wrestler or something?
Hood: You’re fucking hopeless.
~Hill goes after Noah with a knee to the gut. Noah doubles over, Hill hooks him for a DDT…Noah, however, blocks it. Instead, he lifts Hill up and tosses him up in the air and away from him. Hill lands flat on his face and stomach! He quickly curls up, holding his midsection in pain. Noah rushes to the nearest turnbuckle and quickly climbs, looking to take advantage. Richard climbs up to the apron and grabs Noah’s leg. He shoves Noah off the top turnbuckle and Noah lands in the middle of the ring with great impact! Richard rushes to the top now and leaps off with a splash from the top rope! Richard goes for the pin, Scruff makes the count~
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Kick Out!!
Smith: Richard nearly stole it from Noah Mackenzie!
Hood: Yea, that fucker came out of nowhere…I guess Hill’s kicks weren’t as badass as I thought.
Smith: Yea, Hill has really taken a beating these last few weeks…he looks worn down.
~Richard yanks Noah to his feet and shoves him into a nearby corner. He approaches Noah and delivers a couple of stiff forearm uppercuts. Hill comes up behind Richard and nails him in the back with an elbow. It seems to annoy Richard more than anything as he jerks his arm back and snags Hill in the mouth with a sharp elbow. Hill staggers back and Richard turns around, he dropkicks Hill’s legs out from under him. Hill hits the mat. Richard then goes to the mat and quickly applies a triangle choke on Hill. Hill waves his free arm about, attempting to reach the ropes before he either taps or passes out. Scruff gets into position, looking for a submission~
Smith: Some MMA being shown by the quasi comedian, Richard Dweck.
Hood: A comedian who is versed in MMA working for a pro wrestling company…what the fuck is this world coming to, Smith?
Smith: I ask myself that every day, Hood.
~Hill moves less and less as it appears he’s close to passing out…Noah comes out of nowhere and drills Richard in the head with a stiff kick! Richard releases the hold and rolls out of the way, clutching his head in pain. Noah lifts Richard to his feet and hooks him for a suplex…Noah delivers a short suplex, snapping Richard’s body up and over onto the mat, landing hard! Richard arches his back in pain. Noah then turns his attention to Hill, who is barely moving at this point~
Smith: Noah must have really wanted to pin Irvin Hill.
Hood: No shit, it’s like they are fighting over who can beat the shit out of him the most at this point.
Smith: My money is on Noah…he just looks legit.
Hood: Legit? What the fuck does legit look like?
Smith: I…I don’t know…it was the first word I thought of.
Hood: For the love
~Noah yanks Hill to his feet and twirls Hill around where Hill’s back is facing him. Noah places his arm over Hill’s shoulders, clutching him around the neck and lifts him up over his shoulder, almost as if he’s going to powerbomb him from the side. Instead, he drops Hill down and sits out, drilling Hill’s head into the mat with an Omega Driver!! Hill’s body goes limp as Noah makes the cover~
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Smith: Irvin Hill has been eliminated!
Hood: Possibly for life, that was fucking brutal.
Smith: Noah is alive and well in this match…now it’s down to him and Richard.
Hood: Yes, the man with possibly no last name.
Smith: I told you, it’s Dweck!
Hood: I would stick with just Richard.
~Richard is on his feet and he goes after Noah before Noah and turn his full focus onto Richard. Richard shoves Noah into the ropes, however, Noah reverses…Richard bounces off and Noah grabs him and lifts him up and drills Richard into the mat with another Omega Driver!! Richard’s body is limp, just like Hill’s. This time, however, Noah motions for the top rope as the fans start to get behind him~
Hood: The fuck? Dropping Dick on his head wasn’t enough?
Smith: Apparently not.
Hood: How can the fans chant this sadist…this is ridiculous!
Smith: Oh, really…you find this appalling? After everything I’ve witnessed you cheer…you find THIS appalling.
Hood: I guess I’m softening with old age.
Smith: Nope, I think you just hate the guys the crowd loves.
Hood: Well, they are idiots.
~Noah is at the top with Richard lying flat on his back. He leaps off and nails Richard with a Shooting Star Leg Drop!! He displayed tremendous athleticism with the height and accuracy it took to land the move! The crowd cheers as loud as they can as Noah goes for the pin…they chant along with Scruff~
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~Scruff calls for the bell as Hood barely taps it out of frustration. He raises Noah’s hand in the middle of the ring~
Belvedere: Here is your winner… “The Messiah of Mayhem” NOAH MACKENZIE!!!!!
Smith: Wow! What a debut for the Messiah of Mayhem!
Hood: Eh, I suppose…I mean, it’s not like I couldn’t defeat a couple of corpses.
Smith: Richard showed great spunk last week and Irvin Hill is a tremendous athlete.
Hood: Whatever, those guys are about as talented as that middle turnbuckle over there.
Smith: I’ll have you know that middle turnbuckle packs one heck of a punch.
Hood: Fuck you.
Smith: Hood! Our iPad is blinking…time for backstage action!
Hood: Well, let’s get to it already.
~We cut to a shot of Zeus and Hades in the high school weight room pumping iron. They are doing iso curls with ten pound weights. Zeus finishes first and flexes his invisible bicep. Hades finishes soon after and flexes his as well. Behind them is a giant black structure with a white circle in the middle of it~
Zeus: Oh yea, feel the burn!
Hades: It burns so good…we are going to be tag champs again in no time.
Zeus: But the titles were thrown into the lake, right?
Hades: So? We’ll just hit up Poseidon, he can retrieve them for us.
Zeus: Good call.
~The white circle begins to rotate as the sound of bagpipes and a giant drum being played fill the weight room. Zeus and Hades turn and look at each other, unsure of what’s about to go down. Two hooded men, one with bagpipes and the other with a big drum enter. They stand next to the black structure with the rotating circle. It suddenly explodes…KABLOOM! BAM! The same giant man dressed in all black metal armor emerges with his lightning sword. A much smaller man in a leather outfit covering his entire body is on a leash. He tries leaping at Zeus and Hades, but his master restrains him. The bag pipes and drum cease~
Zeus: Excuse me you delusional freak, but we’re working out in here…not playing World of Warcraft.
Hades: Good one!
~Zeus and Hades laugh, exchanging a mythical high five of sorts. The giant armored man hurls his lightning sword at Zeus…it drills him in the head, Zeus falls over, unconscious. The giant armored man releases his pet and it jumps all over Hades. Hades screams out of fear more than anything as this leather creature isn’t really doing any harm. The armored man slowly makes his way over there. He picks Hades up and turns him towards the mirrored wall where people stare at themselves while working out. He lifts Hades up and powerbombs him into the mirror!! The mirror shatters with glass falling all over the bodies of Zeus and Hades. The armored man grabs the leash to his pet, his lightning sword and heads back to his black platform. He steps inside as the two hooded men grab it by the side and wheel it out of sight. Our feed ends and we return to the announcer’s table~
Smith: Weird…
Hood: Okay, so who the fuck is that guy?
Smith: Which one?
Hood: Either…I guess
Smith: I have not a clue…but, whoever he is, he isn’t a fan of…well, anyone, really.
Hood: He seems to like the hooded people.
Smith: True…alright, Hood…it’s time for our next match as Johnny Riot looks to rebound from his loss last week against Razor…a veteran looking to find the fountain of youth.
Hood: Riot all the fucking way.
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, our next match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Erie, Pennsylvania, standing 6’2 and weighing in at 235lbs…Johnny Riot!!!
~ “Too Much, Too Young, Too Fast” by Airbourne begins to play as the fans slightly boo the entrance of Johnny Riot. He makes his way to the ring, ignoring the fans he passes by and enters through the ropes. “California Love” by Tupac starts up as the fans begin to lightly cheer Razor who makes his way to the ring smiling and high fiving the fans who care to touch him~
Belvedere: And his opponent, from Los Angeles, California, standing 6’3 and weighing in at 230lbs…Razor!!!
~Razor holds the ropes open for Belvedere who makes his quick, professional exit. Razor then slowly enters but is immediately attacked by Riot as Hood sounds the bell. Riot unleashes a flurry of punches and forearms to the head and neck area of Razor. A pair of shades he was wearing on his way down falls off the top of his head. Riot stomps on them, shattering them on the mat. He drags Razor into a nearby corner and slams his head repeatedly into the top turnbuckle. The fans refuse to count, not approving of Riot’s methods. Riot yanks Razor out of the corner, scoops him up and slams him hard to the mat. He mocks the crowd a bit, causing several of them to boo and jeer him~
Smith: That wasn’t fair! He didn’t allow Razor anytime to prepare for this match!
Hood: Once you step inside those ropes, Smith…its fair game.
Smith: And what’s with you sounding the bell so early? Razor wasn’t even all the way in yet!
Hood: Oh cry me a fucking river…he was close enough. Plus, that’s what he gets for wearing shades indoors.
Smith: Those looked expensive.
Hood: Well, they aren’t anymore.
~Riot applies a couple of stiff boots to the body of Razor as he curls up on the mat, attempting to shield his body from the vicious blows. Riot pulls Razor to his feet and whips him into the ropes, Razor bounces off and Riot lifts a knee into Razor’s gut! Razor summersaults over Riot’s leg and hit’s the mat hard, holding his midsection in pain~
Smith: This all Johnny Riot early on.
Hood: Razor should just give it up…the only thing sharp about him is the pain he’s feeling running through his body right now.
Smith: Hey, if he wants to rekindle his past glory, I say more power to him.
Hood: You must dig funerals.
~Riot walks over to Razor who’s in a seated position, still in pain from the knee he took moments earlier. Riot comes down with a sharp elbow onto the side of the neck of Razor. Razor is immobilized as he reaches up, clutching that area in pain. Riot yanks Razor to his feet and kicks him in the gut, Razor bends over and Riot hooks him for a DDT. Riot then springboards off the nearest ropes and drills Razor’s head into the mat with a springboard tornado DDT!! Razor is flat on his back as the fans boo Riot. Riot goes for the pin, Scruff makes the count~
1!
2!
Kick Out!!
Smith: Somehow, Razor was able to kick out of that one.
Hood: Must have been an involuntary muscle spasm.
Smith: Or instinct.
Hood: Spasm.
~Riot gets to his feet and angrily stomps on Razor’s head a couple of times, leaving him incapacitated and lying flat on his back. Riot gets to the nearest corner and climbs to the top. He measures Razor up and leaps off, nailing a perfect Shooting Star Press!! He hooks Razor’s leg for the pin as Scruff makes the count~
1!
2!
3!!!
~Hood loudly rings the bell as Smith covers his ears, Belvedere announces from ringside~
Belvedere: Here is your winner….JOHNNY RIOT!!!!!
Smith: Impressive win by Johnny Riot as he…wait a minute!
~Riot goes after Razor and begins to choke the hell out of his neck. Razor, unable to fight back, kicks his legs up in the air in a weak attempt at defense. Smith turns to Hood~
Smith: Ring the bell! Ring it!
Hood: No, my hammer is growing dull.
Smith: You jerkface!
~"It's Goin' Down" by X-Ecutioners starts over the PA as Damian Payne sprints out from the back, down the entrance way and underneath the bottom rope. Riot ceases the choking of Razor and shoves him into Payne, who has entered the ring. Payne scrambles to his feet, bounces off the opposing ropes and loughs through both Razor & Riot with a double clothesline.~
Smith: I was asking for help but…uhh…not sure this is what I had in mind.
Hood: The new kid on the block is out here making an impact. Just like he said he would.
Smith: I dare you to call him that to his face.
~Payne peels Razor of the canvas and Irish-whips him into the nearest corner and follows him in with a massive clothesline. Razor staggers out of the corner and gets whipped across the ring. As he bounces off the ropes, Payne bounces off the adjacent ropes and catches Razor with a 3/4 neckbreaker.~
Smith: Just read on my sheet in front of me that he calls that one the Insanity Clause!
~Payne then drags Johnny Riot to his feet and drives a couple of knees into his mid-section and slams his massive fore-arm across Riot's back before hoisting him into position for a muscle buster and driving him neck first into the canvas.]
Smith: The Soothing Sound of Crunching Bones!
Hood: What?
Smith: I did my research. That's what he calls that one.
Hood: You and you’re fucking notes
~With Riot thrashing about in agony on the canvas; Payne rolls out of the ring and looks under it. Naturally - he finds a table which he slides into the ring under the bottom rope and then follows it in. He sets the table up in the middle of the ring and drags Razor to his feet again and walks him over near the table. He then boots Razor in the mid-section, doubling him over and gets him into position for a powerbomb.~
Smith: Oh my God! No!!! I've heard about this move and I just hope Razor's medical insurance is paid up!
~Payne grins to himself as he hoists Razor up to shoulder level and then lets go before clamping a hand around his adversary's throat and DRIVING him through the table with a chokeslam. Pieces of wood fly in several directions as the crowd cheers enthusiastically and the commentators try not to hyper-ventilate.~
Hood: CHOKEBOMB!!! That's the ChokeBomb, Smith! Holy crap! First time I've seen it in person!
Smith: Wow! Just, wow! I'm in shock!
Hood: I know! I've seen that move on DVD's of some Payne's appearances in other promotions - but to see it first hand is pretty damn spectacular.
~Pleased with his handy work, Payne walks to the ropes and steps through them before dropping to the floor and walking to the back yet again.~
Smith: Damian Payne HAS arrived in OCW!
Hood: And doesn't OCW know it!
Smith: Alright, Hood…well we’ve got another backstage video…so let’s take a look!
~We watch the video feed as Dean is re-watching the attack by Damian Payne on Riot. Gavin Reed walks in, catching Dean watching the video~
Gavin Reed: Impressive.
~Dean turns around, surprised that someone is in there. He pauses the video and addresses Reed~
President Dean: I didn’t hear you come in…what do you want, sucka…
Gavin Reed: I just spoke with your anonymous financier, and…
President Dean: What the hell are you doing negotiating with them anyway? That’s MY financier…you have nothing to do with them. You and your investors had your shot and you tried to take advantage of me in my time of need…so screw you, Gavin…get lost.
Gavin Reed: I realize you’re upset…like a proud lion who’s lost his herd, but I’d be careful how you talk to me. Your financier and myself see eye to eye on things and if there’s one thing my investors want…it’s to see OCW succeed.
President Dean: Well, if that’s how you feel, why don’t you allow me to do my job.
Gavin Reed: You’ve BEEN doing your job for years now and look where’ that’s taken OCW. I’m here to help Dean…the financier was a little disappointed with this week’s lineup. They think you’re not doing the greatest of jobs booking matches these days. I mean…Irvin Hill…Razor…Derek Jacobs…seriously, Dean. Why was Carey AND Dan left off the show? It doesn’t make any sense.
President Dean: You know as well as I do this is a young roster…the talent needs an opportunity to prove itself.
Gavin Reed: True, but having thirteen wrestlers compete with only one of them having anything close to resembling name recognition with the fans isn’t going to work. We’re not trying to take this responsibility away from you…simply offering an idea…how about next week’s main event you showcase Dangerous Dan against Bobbinette Carey?
President Dean: Hmm…that’s a pretty big match this early.
Gavin Reed: Why not? Carey is out of the Central Title chase...it’s not like you’d be ruining anything for Resurrection…plus it gives the Central region fans something to look forward to next week. A marquee main event…
President Dean: This came from the financier?
Gavin Reed: Absolutely.
President Dean: Alright, fine…I’ll book the damn match.
Gavin Reed: Great….should be one hell of a contest.
~Gavin turns to leave, but stops~
Gavin Reed: Oh…and the roster…you may want to start trimming the fat…I’d look at those three names we talked about earlier. At least, that’s what the financier would like to see…
~Gavin exits as Dean looks down at the names Razor, Irvin Hill and Derek Jacobs. The video ends and we focus back on the ringside area~
Smith: Gavin Reed sure is getting chummy with our anonymous financier.
Hood: The guy was making some pretty good sense in there…I can’t argue anything he said.
Smith: I bet Razor, Irvin Hill and Derek Jacobs could.
Hood: Well, if they feel that way…they should’ve performed better.
Smith: Indeed…well, Hood…it’s time for Maurako’s debut!
Hood: Fucking sweeeeeet!!!
Smith: How about a little professional journalism?
Hood: I am being professional, I showed up sober.
Smith: A true professional is unbiased
Hood: Yea, well that’s not happening…let’s just get to the damn match.
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is schedule for one fall…introducing first, from Jacksonville, Florida, standing 6’0 feet tall and weighing in at 205 lbs…Jared Black!!!
~”Ties that Bind” by Alter Bridge begins to play as the fans stand and watch Jared Black emerge into the gym and make his way to the ring. He enters and goes about his business, taking a spot in a corner, awaiting the arrival of Maurako. His music ends as “Godfather Waltz” by Slash starts up…the fans boo loudly as they see a very angry looking Maurako make his way to the ring~
Belvedere: And his opponent, from Rome, Italy…standing 6’3” and weighing in at 260lbs…he is a current OCW Hall of Famer…Mario Maurako!!!
~Maurako enters the ring and glares at Belvedere who exits the ring as usual. Maurako then stares across the ring at Black, who appears ready for the task at hand~
Hood: Maurako looks PISSED!
Smith: Well, Dean did take away his chance at winning the OCW Central Championship.
Hood: Dean’s a dick…let’s get this bitch started!
~Hood sounds the bell loudly as Smith seems to be growing accustomed to the noise by now. Maurako quickly goes after Black…Black darts out of his way and then goes for Maurako’s legs. He shoots for a takedown and gets Maurako in a seated position. Black worms his way up Maurako’s body with side position, looking for a full mount. Maurako doesn’t seem to be comfortable in this environment and spends a ton of energy trying to figure out what Black is attempting~
Smith: And there’s that MMA back ground Jared Black has…he’s trying to throw Maurako off his game.
Hood: Pretty fucking smart…he wouldn’t win a battle of strength against Maurako, that’s for sure.
Smith: Nope…if he can get this full mount he would most likely be able to unleash a ton of punches to Maurako’s face…that could cause some damage.
Hood: Maurako better get his shit together then…I didn’t wait a damn decade for his return to watch him get owned by some MMA guy.
~Black quickly gets full mount on Maurako as the crowd starts to cheer Black on, seeing the devious Maurako in trouble. Maurako reaches up and grabs both of Black’s forearms. Black tries to rip them free, but Maurako is too strong. He extends both of Black’s arms outward, exposing his abdomen and chest. Maurako then lunges forward with a head butt right into Black’s chest. He releases Black’s arms as they go straight to his chest while he coughs in pain. Maurako shoves Black off of him and returns to his feet. He glares at the fans in the gymnasium who boo him as loud as they can~
Hood: So much for that shit.
Smith: I’ve never seen a full mount broken up like that before.
Hood: Don’t say full mount when describing two half naked men wrestling each other…it doesn’t sound right, man.
Smith: But that’s what it’s called!
~Black gets back to his feet, still showing some effects from the head butt to his chest. Maurako throws a punch at Black but Black dodges it and grabs Maurako’s arm. He tries to lock it in some kind of hold. Maurako responds by tossing Black into a nearby corner. Black hits hard. Maurako corners Black and lifts several knees into his midsection. Black gasps for air after each one. Maurako then raises his hand high in the air and opens up his palm. He sends it crashing down with a thunderous slap into Black’s chest!! Black crouches down in the corner clutching his chest in pain. Maurako taunts the crowd again~
Hood: Maurako is making Jared Black his bitch.
Smith: Black needs to get it going, he looked so impressive last week.
Hood: Yea, well he wasn’t wrestling Mario Maurako last week.
Smith: Indeed!
~Maurako turns his attention back to Black, who is still crouched down in the corner. Maurako approaches him and grabs Black by the back of the head. He pulls Black to his feet methodically…Black responds with several kicks to Maurako’s knee!! Maurako staggers back, lifting his leg up gingerly after every kick. Black then runs into the ropes, bounces off and dropkicks Maurako’s leg! Maurako holds his leg up in the air, clutching his knee. Black comes up from behind Maurako and chops him from behind in the knee! Maurako goes to the ground~
Smith: Here we go! This is the Jared Black I was expecting!
Hood: Mother fucker…Maurako, you can’t move around like a fucking statue in there…give this guy a bit of respect, geez.
Smith: Maybe a hangover after Dean’s announcement earlier?
Hood: Fuck no, he’s just taking this guy too lightly, that’s all.
~Black grabs Maurako’s leg, as Maurako lies on the mat and Black is on his feet. He kicks at Maurako’s knee several times with each blow resulting in Maurako yelling in pain. Black then goes to hook the leg for a figure four leg lock. As he turns around, Maurako uses his good leg to shove Black off of him, sending Black running into the ropes. Black bounces off and Maurako spears Black to the mat!! Black clutches his midsection in pain as Maurako sits up against the ropes, bending and testing his wounded knee~
Smith: Maurako didn’t look like a statue there.
Hood: There we go, finally a glimpse of the Maurako I was expecting to see.
Smith: You have to wonder how much damage Black caused in that knee.
Hood: Eh, I’m sure he’ll be okay…he’s been through much worse.
Smith: Indeed!
~Maurako gets to his feet and tests the knee out, it seems to be a bit tender but otherwise okay. Black gets to his feet as well, looking a little worse for wear after that spear. He rushes towards Maurako and attempts to kick Maurako in his knee again. Maurako responds by kicking Black’s attempt away with his good leg. Maurako then combos with a stiff right hand which nails Black right in the head…he staggers into a nearby corner. Maurako rushes in and delivers a stiff forearm uppercut which almost sends Black over the top rope and to the outside~
Smith: He’s got Jared Black cornered now…that is NOT good.
Hood: Only if you’re not cheering for Mario.
Smith: I’m sorry, but I can’t cheer for the guy who’s trying to put us out of a job.
Hood: But that’s what makes him so cool…he’s edgy…it’s all at risk!
Smith: Um, yea, I don’t find that nearly as entertaining as you do…sorry.
~Maurako hooks his arm under Black’s arm and chin and yanks him into the middle of the ring. He lifts Black high in the air and drills him into the mat with a Rock Bottom!! Black lies on the mat in pain as Maurako goes for the pin, Scruff makes the count~
1!
2!
Shoulder up!
Smith: Simply Marvelous nearly got the job done there.
Hood: I’m shocked Black got the shoulder up to be honest.
Smith: Indeed!
~Maurako gets to his feet and yanks Black to his. He hooks him in a Full Nelson, lifts him up in the air and drills him to the mat with a Full Nelson Slam!! Black’s body is completely limp at this point as Maurako seems to have beaten him into submission. Maurako pulls Black to his feet again and, once again, locks in a Full Neslon. However, this time he applies it as a submission hold and applies a tremendous amount of pressure. Black’s body is limp and Scruff checks to see if he’s even conscious. Scruff calls for the bell as Maurako tosses Black’s body to the side.~
Belvedere: Here is your winner….MARIO MAURAKO!!!!!
~”Godfather Waltz” by Slash begins to play as Maurako pushes Scruff away and exits the ring to a chorus of boos from the small crowd~
Smith: Impressive win by Mario Maurako.
Hood: I guess, he did let Black get after his knee a little too much for my liking.
Smith: You act like Black is chopped liver!
Hood: Yuck, liver is gross…and Maurako should have been more focused, damnit. If he’s going to dominate like I expect…he can’t let some newbie like Jared Black almost take his knee out.
Smith: Whatever…agree to disagree.
~The iPad begins to blink and Leo, growing accustomed to OCW’s backstage procedure, automatically zooms in as Smith starts the video. We cut to the carpark of the River Valley High school, where standing out from the flurry of drab cars is a bright orange Lamborghini Murciélago LP670-4. Besides that car, standing with a steel chair in one hand and a Marlboro red in the other, is “The Ripper” Danny B.~
Danny: “So, OCW, I guess you’re wondering what I am doing here? Well let’s get this thing on the road!”
~Danny drops the cigarette on the floor, and stubs it out with his boot, before starting the walk up the school doors, where a giant OCW banner hangs across the top. The video feed ends and Leo focuses in on the live action as Danny walks into the school, and starts his way towards the gym~
Danny: “So I told you this week I would be here to cause hell and I think I may just do that.”
~Danny saunters into the crowd entrance to the gym, and without the need for a microphone, shouts out among the crowd~
Danny: “Ladies and gentlemen, your savior is in the building!”
~The crowd look towards the direction of “The Ripper” before throwing down a reign of boo’s and jeers. Danny takes a bow and continues on through the gym, the crowd parts despite the apparent hatred for the man, and allows him into the ringside area, where he collects a microphone, and decides to sit cross-legged on the announcers table, he turns behind him and removes the headsets from Smith and Hood~
Danny: “Don’t want your excuse for commentary get in the way here! SO ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Ripper’s championship wrestling! I might as well start calling it that, because soon enough it will be!
Now there has been a lot of speculation as to why Danny B sits here at ringside annoying people rather than getting in the ring and dealing with his issues, let me clear that one up for you. I was assigned to a movie contract a little while back that says I couldn’t do anything physical for 3 months after completion, don’t ask me why, I guess they wanted their star not to shine so brightly somewhere else that the shoddy film was overlooked, I couldn’t complain, one million dollars for a ten minute part suits me fine, not that I need it mind you, but as ever a perfect chance to show the entire world why I am the best that ever lived.
So now that’s out of the way, let’s get onto some more homely issues, like the fact that I have used my mouth to apparently annoy the hell out of everyone here. That’s all well and good, apart from the fact that since I have been here ‘running my mouth’ the only people to stand up to me are two drunken idiots. None of the stars have had anything to do with me.
So let me tackle this straight on, if any of you have a problem with me, whether it be Mediocre Mad Max, or Johnny ‘the bitching moron’ Riot, or the country girl menace that is Bobbinette ‘doesn’t matter how good I am because my name sounds like I’m a sister-momma’ Carey, or Brianna ‘look at me, look at me’ Casablanca, or any of you other so called stars that have graced the ring in the past few weeks, remember that in a couple of weeks I can compete again, and I will be willing to take you all on, Danny B may not always walk out the winner, but I am never the loser.
See there is no one in this company that can match my high flying skill or my technical prowess, there is no one in that ‘locker room’ that can match my knowledge of this game, or my ability to stand on top the mountain. I am a sixteen time world heavyweight champion, WOOO! I have held over fifty individual championships in my nine year career, and you think that this half bit fed has the power to slow me down, please.
So you people may be wondering why is it that I am here, why is it that I show up every week to insult everyone, well its simple really, it’s not a contract thing, yes I am signed, but I can afford to break it believe me. It’s the president, he seems to have his head screwed on, he recognises talent when he sees it, a few weeks ago when he was pleading with his investor, he quoted me as star power, he has gone on record this past week saying that if I was an active competitor I would be in the main event of Resurrection. I like this guy; he knows talent when he sees it.
Shame he always get it right though eh? Like hiring a has been for ring side security, now that was not the greatest move ever, but what could he do, old Arryk was the only one who would do it after all.”
~Arryk Rage turns his attention to Danny B, he had not taken his eyes off the stage the entire time the Ripper had been talking~
Danny: “Yeah I mean you. How are you old man? Strange to see you stood there, but I see nothing of your buddies around here, I’ve heard through the grapevine that you have a bit of a close friendship with Sean O’Malley, Twizted and RM Strong, where are they today?”
~Rage stays silent, patting his baseball bat on his arm~
Danny: “I guess just like them there really isn’t anyone that could put up with you that long hey, probably why you’re left out here, I mean with Mr Monkey Molester back on the scene, I would have reckoned that Deany boy would have wanted some personal security, wonder why you were left out here doing a big pile of fuck all?”
~Danny jumps down from the commentary table and saunters towards Rage, who stands his ground~
Danny: “I think old man it is time that someone put you in your place.”
~As the two men came nose to nose, Arryk swung with the bat, Danny ducked and drove the steel chair he still had in his hands into the stomach of Rage, as his target was bent over double, Danny swung the steel across the back, delivering a sickening sound as Rage fell to the floor. Danny swung again, this time hitting Rage across the head. As he lay still on the floor, Danny positioned the chair on Rage’s back, picked up the dropped bat and swung downwards, cracking the steel chair with an almighty thud which resounded throughout the arena. Danny continued to look down in sheer malice as Gavin Reed ran towards the ring side area, and while keeping his distance shouted at Ripper to leave him alone. Without even looking Danny threw the bat, which hit Reed square in the face, sending him reeling backwards and onto his ass.
Apparently the high school security had decided that this was getting a little too close for comfort now and made their way into the ring side area, pleading with Danny to stop throwing objects that could hurt the fans. A sly smile crept onto Rippers face, and he slid into the ring, beckoning anyone to come and stop him. The burliest of them stepped up onto the apron, and found himself speared out of his boots as he crumbled onto the floor. Now three more stepped up onto the apron, and Ripper deciding to preserve his own health, took a run, he bounced off the ropes closet to the announce table, and sprinted towards the opposite side of the ring, where he leapt up, cleared the top rope, and managed to spear a recovering Gavin Reed on the descent. There was nothing short of glee in Danny B’s face as he picked up the bat once again and rounded on the security, who still attempted to do their jobs, while trying not to aggravate Danny. One seemed to offer him a peaceful way out, and Danny seemed to take it dropping the bat and heading back for the crowd, remembering to kick Rage as he went past. Danny jumped the rope, stood almightily still for a moment before leaping again, this time grabbing the guard round the neck and dropping him to the floor with a thunderous RKS. With a kip up and a smile, Danny posed for the fans, before casually walking out of the gym. ~
Smith: I don’t know how smart it is threatening the first ever OCW Lightweight champion while he’s holding a baseball bat.
Hood: Dude, it’s Danny B…he will threaten anyone at anytime.
Smith: I can’t wait to see him get into the ring and back up this talk.
Hood: Oh, that time will come, Smith…trust me.
Smith: Well, I’m being told via our iPad that we’ve got another video backstage! Let’s look in!
~The scene cuts to Prez. Dean’s makeshift office where he begins to speak to a person that is currently out of view. He seems to be a bit distraught~
Dean: First, I have to please the mystery investors and I keep getting hounded by the roster and the fans on the investor’s identity. I have been pressured to re-instate a man dedicated to destroying my company as well as put him back on the Hall of Fame. And to top things off, that same man planted a friend of his on the roster to steal my titles. I am incredibly stressed, dog. What am I supposed to do?
~The camera pans out to reveal Brianna Casablancas listening intently while writing on her clipboard~
Brianna Casablancas: Firstly, love, take a deep breath and let go of negative thoughts and feelings.
~He does just that as she gives him a lovely smile~
Dean: Okay …okay …I am cooling off.
~Her smile gets even wider as she seems excited for her boss~
Brianna: Jolly Good. Now you have to realize that when you are met with extreme from aggressors that means one of two things: either you are doing everything wrong or you are doing everything right.
Dean: Thanks for narrowing it down.
~Brianna continues her diagnosis~
Brianna: Pish Posh. Obviously, it is because you ARE doing everything right. You are an artist; you are an architect. You are bringing this company back and entertaining fans. You have created life. Those who try to deter that do it because they are green with envy for they do not have same the gifts. Those who are unable to create, immediately take on the role of destroyer. I would say that that is proof that you are doing everything right by the paying fans seeing that there is another good turn-out. And as the person playing the role as promoter, you are reaching your goal. I would not worry about those act out due to their insecurity.
~He stands up looking more calm and thinking better of himself after her little pep talk~
Dean: Thanks …that actually worked on calming me down.
Brianna: That will be eighty American dollars.
~Brianna puts her clipboard aside and holds out her hand as President Dean looks very shocked~
Dean: WHAT?
Brianna: Oh dear, you might be my boss …but I never give psychological advice for free. It just isn’t good business.
~He pulls some money at his wallet and puts it in her hand~
Dean: Fair enough.
~She once again gives an enthusiastic reaction as she puts the money in her cleavage~
Brianna: CHEERS!
~She stops but then adds something before she leaves his office~
Brianna: But as a bonus, I’ll introduce that infiltrator personally to Idris. Idris is very much looking forward to meet Mr. Bruno.
~She looks to her steel chair with the face of Idris Elba taped to it that is in the corner with great endearment~
Brianna: Isn’t that right, Idris?
~Dean looks confused as to who she is talking to~
Dean: What is going on now?
~She holds up her chair and explains herself~
Brianna: We are having a conversation with my mate Idris …you know, from Thor. We are both unhappy with Bruno’s passive aggressive behavior to hide his insecurity. I think his negative self-image will bite him on the bum.
~Dean shrugs because he likes what he heard of the stuff that didn’t have to do with her speaking to a steel chair~
Dean: Now that is what I want to hear. Teach that man a lesson.
~She heads to the door but looks back at him with her sweet smile~
Brianna: Love, his lesson began the moment he denied the emotionally dire situation he is in and embraced his ignorant pride. Cheerio!
~Brianna exits with Idris the chair as Dean stands there unsure whether he should be thrilled or concerned. The feed ends and we focus back on the announce team~
Smith: What a tart!
Hood: Geezus, Smith…you’re not british or European or whatever the stupid country is that uses the word tart outside of a delicious breakfast pastry.
Smith: Sorry, just got a little caught up watching that video…her energy is infectious though, isn’t it?
Hood: What? Like some terrible disease? Sure, I can agree on that.
Smith: That’s not what I meant and you know it…I’m very much looking forward to her debut against Bruno tonight.
Hood: As is Bruno, I’m sure.
~The camera zooms into the iPad that Smith is holding and we see Gavin Reed standing in the school hallways, on his phone, in deep conversation with the person on the other end.~
Gavin: Oh this is glorious! You'll never believe this!...We have the investor right where we want them....practically wrapped around my little finger I tell you!...Oh, he'll just be an afterthought after we finish with him....No, the other investor doesn't even have a clue...Good, I'll call you soon.
~The feed cuts and we focus back on the announce team~
Smith: Gavin Reed doesn’t appear to be who he claims.
Hood: Oh, he’s got good intentions, I believe him.
Smith: Now you find him interesting? What about the 16 year old MILF?
Hood: So she does have a kid? Sweet, means she puts out.
Smith: Alright, that’s enough…let’s go down to ringside for our next match.
Smith: It's time for the main event of the evening, Hoodsie!
Hood: Can you quit with the fucking "Hoodsie" thing?!
Smith: But I like it!
Hood: When have I ever cared what you like?
Smith: Well there was this one time in New York, when it was extremely cold in our hotel room and...
Hood: Don't say another fucking word.
Smith: Well lets get to the action then!
~"Extreme" by Valora blares through the PA system as the old and new fans of the OCW rise to their feet that are still in attendance as the cheers rain in as Amber "Distorted Angel" Ryan makes her way out of the locker rooms and out to the ring.~
Belvedere: Introducing first in our main event of the evening! Making her way to the ring at this time and hailing from Dallas, TX....AMBER "DISTORTED ANGEL" RYAN!!!!!!
Hood: This slut again?!
Smith: How dare you!
Hood: Don't even act like you're trying to stick up for the woman's honor, you're not man enough.
Smith: I'll show you man enough...
Hood: Please don't, that's a sight that no amount of cheap whiskey shots and cocaine can erase.
~Amber Ryan slides makes her way into the ring as the music cuts from the laptop that's setup on the side of the gymnasium. "King Nothing" by Metallica suddenly hits as the fans reactions have changed from cheers to a mixture of boos and cheers. Roach comes out of the opposite locker room doors and makes his way down to the ring with a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire which immediately sends the ref into a frenzy and meets Roach outside of the ring and takes the bat from him.~
Belvedere: And now making his way to the ring, with illegal objects, weighing in at 265lbs and standing at a staggering 6'4".....the man known only as ROACH!!!!
Smith: Well we now know who cheats here in the OCW...
Hood: Just like you cheated on your wife with Dean?
Smith: I did no such thing and I thought that you didn't believe that I had a wife.
Hood: I don't, I'm just trying to catch you off guard.
Smith: I haven't fried my brain over the years with the coke and the whiskey, I'm not like you or our friend here that's making his way to the ring.
Hood: How do you know he does drugs? Do you know who his dealer is?
Smith: Look at that!!!
~The action has started already, before the bell has even rung, as the ref and Roach are still outside of the ring and Amber Ryan takes a giant leap out of the ring with a springboard crossbody block, connecting with Roach on the outside of the ring. Wasting no time at all, she quickly returns to her feet and picks up Roach as the ref gets back into the ring. Amber whips Roach straight into the steel steps, sending Roach crashing into them as the top step flies off of the bottom one. The ref is calling to both of the competitors to take the action on the inside so the match can officially begin but Amber just smiles at him and continues her assault by picking up the bat that is on the outside of the ring and taking a gigantic swing at Roach, hitting him in the solarplexus, the barbed wire digging into the bare flesh. Roach collapses to the ground as Amber smiles, surveying the damage she's already caused and jumps back into the ring and the ref calls for the match to officially begin.~
Hood: Doesn't this bitch know that this isn't a fucking hardcore match?
Smith: Blame Roach! He's the one who brought the bat to ringside, it's his own fault.
Hood: Shut your filthy mouth Smith! I need him alive!
Smith: For what?
Hood: Did you not listen to a word I said earlier?
Smith: I'm growing accustomed to tuning you out again.
Hood: Biggest mistake of my life, begging Dean to rehire you.
Smith: FANTASTIC!
~The ref has already began his count out of the competitor and is up to the 5 count as the Distorted Angel shakes her head in a no motion and makes her way back out to the outside of the ring, the ref scolding her the whole time. Amber pulls Roach's writhing body up from the ground and tosses him back into the ring, as she takes her time getting back into the ring herself, allowing Roach enough time to recover a bit. Amber finally gets back in and makes her way to Roach who is now on his hands and knees. Amber stops at his side and stands over him, smiling. Obviously she has wasted too much time as Roach sweeps her legs out from under her with the arm that's closest to him and sends her crashing to the mat, hitting the back of her head. Roach gets to his feet and starts the punishment. He mounts the dazed Ryan who's holding the back of her head and starts to slap her in her face in a rather fierce motion. After about 5 slaps, alternating from one side of her face to the other, Roach dismounts and picks her up by her hair. Roach continues to hold onto her hair with one hand and then grabs the other side of her head by the hair. He backs her into the corner and then tosses her by her hair clear across the ring, making Amber Ryan land face first into the mat. Roach looks down at his hands and sees clumps of hair in it and then smiles sadistically.~
Smith: That is no way to treat a woman!
Hood: That whore deserves it!
Smith: No woman deserves to be the victim of physical abuse.
Hood: You sound like a walking PSA for the battered women's foundation, just shut the fuck up and enjoy watching this bitch get beat to a bloody pulp.
Smith: I'm begining to think that you have something against her, Hoodsie.
Hood: That bitch should have never turned down my advances to her!
~With Amber lying on the ground Roach runs full speed at her connection with a boot to the side of her head as she lays on the ground, making her now motionless. Roach looks down at her and starts to turn her over to make the cover, but looks down at his bloodied and soon to be scarred body and now thinks otherwise. He picks up Amber Ryan slowly from the ground, her body almost limp. Roach tucks her head between his legs and lifts Ryan up in the air with ease in a powerbomb position and then lifts her even higher by holding her pants and then plants her with a Last Ride powerbomb. He then goes for the pin.~
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Belvedere: Here is your winner....ROACH!!!
Smith: Despicable!
Hood: Don't get all butthurt, Smith! She deserved exactly what she got!
Smith: Do I have to repeat myself about women and abuse.
Hood: Not at all, but you do need to shut the fuck up once in a while before I go to Dean and beg him to release you again, he obviously likes me more.
Smith: He enjoys my services more than yours though...
Hood: Gross.
~The iPad blinks and we zoom in on another video feed. The cracked iPad focuses on Skytz trying to get the wedgie out of his ass as the shadow of a perfect athletic man walks by. Skytz turns around and shouts for the individual to turn around. Out of the shadows walks “The Incredible” Ian Bishop in a dress shirt and dress pants looking rather excited~
Skytz: Ian Bishop! Welcome to the OCW! What are you doing here tonight? You’re not wrestling?
Ian: Skytz, really, is that how you treat a guest of honor?
Skytz: Guest of honor, sorry?
Ian: That’s right. Me! Ian! Magnificent!... Excellence!!... Impeccable!!!... Incredible.
Skytz: Right… but really, what are you doing here? Did you bring your contract to the President? Was it the closest bathroom and you had to take a massive crap? You don’t wrestle until next week.
~Ian grabs Skytz by the collar and pushes him up against the wall. Ian’s tone turns from cheerful to almost sadistic~
Ian: You think you’re funny… don’t you?
Skytz: No! I’m not a comedian, hah, what the hell was I thinking?
Ian: I want you let your little, um, family, know something, ok?
Skytz: …Ok? What?
Ian: Let them know that, your President, made a big mistake by allowing me to sign a contract and join this federation. I am going to do everything in my power to become the greatest champion this place has ever seen. I don’t care who it is that gets in my way. Whether it be new comers or champions of the past here I am going to waltz into that ring and show everyone that only the gifted, the destined… the incredible, walk away with the gold. With the belt.
Skytz: Ok…?
Ian: Are you even listening to me? Don’t you get it!
~Ian now throws Skytz to the ground and grabs the microphone for himself and starts screaming into the camera in front of him~
Ian: LET IT BE KNOWN! I AM THE ONLY MAN WHO IS INCREDIBLE! THE REST OF YOU ARE SHEEP! To me.. this is all like a game of chess. You are all fucking pawns and I will take my knights, my king, my bishop’s, and I will corner you until you cower and weep for me to stop. Skytz’s is right… I don’t wrestle until next week… but that won’t stop me from making my… incredible… impact tonight. You ALL ARE ON NOTICE!
~Bishop takes the microphone and throws it at Skytz who is cowering on the floor. Bishop walks away in a rage as Skytz takes the microphone, shaking~
Skytz: Back, to, you, guys!
~The video feed ends and we focus back on the announce team~
Smith: Ian Bishop speaks with great determination.
Hood: He’s simply sending a signal to the rest of the roster and I like it…look for this guy to make some noise, Smith.
Smith: Indeed!
Hood: I so didn’t miss the word Indeed while you were gone.
Smith: Well it’s back…just like OCW will be back on Pay Per View this month, ladies and gentlemen. Sunday, February 23rd OCW will bring you Resurrection LIVE on PPV…
Hood: Are you fucking kidding me? I’m not going to make shit off of that damn thing!
Smith: Oh, get over it, Hood! We are still in negotiations as far as a venue goes…but we have two matches already booked. The Central Championship AND Mari Maurako against Bobbinette Carey!
Hood: That sounds solid…
Smith: Indeed, I cannot wait…
~With Massacre in full swing, the lights in the gymnasium dim as “Drag The Waters” by Pantera begins to ring through the speakers. The crowd’s cheers begin to get louder as Miranda Roman walks out from behind the curtain with a smile on her face, and playing to the crowd, causing them to get a little louder. After a few more moments, she turns and points to the curtain, signalling the entrance of Noah Mackenzie. Dressed in a black sleeveless Flogging Molly shirt, ripped gray jeans, and his wrestling boots, Noah walks out, staring down at the floor. As he moves beside Miranda, he snaps his red and black hair back and throws his arms into the air~
~Noah and Miranda then make their way to the ring, playing up to the crowd along the way. When they get to the ring, Noah grabs a microphone and then sits on the middle rope, allowing Miranda to climb in before following her into the ring. Once inside the ring, he throws his arms up again as Miranda applauds. Once they reach the center of the ring the music fades and the lights return to normal~
Noah: Give it up for Three Oaks!
~This causes the crowd to pop once again, causing Noah and Miranda to smile as Noah continues on~
Noah: I’m not going to sit here and take up too much of your time, I have just been sitting backstage and I couldn’t hold it in any longer, I just need to get something off of my chest.
~A small “Noah” chant begins from the portion of the crowd that recognizes him. This causes him to pause for a moment, acknowledging them with a wave and a smile. Miranda moves over climbing onto the middle turnbuckle facing the chanters and urging them to get louder with a laugh~
Noah: Now, the way I understand it, a huge event by the name of Resurrection is just a few weeks away and it will be where the top dogs of this company will get the chance to separate themselves from the rest of the pack. With that in mind, I’m out here to say that I want in. I have yet to face an obstacle I can’t overcome and I have no reason to believe that this time will be any different. It’s because of this thought process that I am issuing an open challenge to the roster.
~Miranda has now joined Noah in the middle of the ring again. As Noah issues the challenge, the crowd grows louder and Noah’s smile fades~
Noah: Come one, come all, come big, come small, it doesn’t matter. From now until Resurrection, I will be stepping into this ring and leaving it all on the line. If anybody in the back thinks they deserve to be at the top more than me, then come out to this ring next week and prove it. Hell, if you’re not completely convinced, then go ahead and bring a friend, I could care less! Right here and now I am saying… No, I am guaranteeing that I am the best in this business and it doesn’t matter what you can do, I will always do it better!
~The Noah chant is growing now as Noah turns to Miranda, the smirk on her face all the signal he needs as he brings the mic up one more time~
Noah: President Dean, this part’s for you. If there is anybody that you have your eye on as the first top champion of this company since it’s re-opening, you send them out to this ring against me next week and let me show you why you’re wrong. I know that you probably hear it everyday from the guys in the back that they’re going to be the face of this company, but none of them hold a candle to me. There’s a reason I have been called the Measuring Stick of this industry. There’s a reason I have been labeled as the Gold Standard of Professional Wrestling. I fear no challenge so Mr. President, pick your pony. If you don’t have anyone in mind, then let’s go ahead and make this Main Event happen! I want it, you know you want it, these people want it, hell, even the people watching online at home want to see The Messiah of Mayhem headlining the biggest event in OCW because they know where you find Noah Mackenzie… You find gold!
~The crowd is completely amped now as Noah moves to the ropes, opening it up for Miranda to climb out. As as reaches the floor, Noah hops down from the apron to join her~
Noah: Let’s get back to the action, I’ve taken up enough of your time… The challenge goes out to anyone… Let’s see what you got!
~Noah then tosses the mic behind him into the ring as “Drag The Waters” begins to play again as the two of them head to the back~
Smith: Strong words from Noah Mackenzie who looked highly impressive in his debut earlier this evening.
Hood: Yea, he looked pretty good…a lot of that depends on how good Richard and Irvin Hill are.
Smith: No matter how you slice it, he pinned them both with ease. I’m sure Dean has his eye squarely on Noah Mackenzie moving forward.
Hood: Okay, okay…you’ve got that look in your eye, Smith…
Smith: Main event time Hood!
Hood: Oh goodie, another fucking woman headlining an OCW show...oh joy.
Smith: Stop being such a Debbie Downer!
Hood: Yum, downers....
Belvedere: Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for the main event of the evening. Introducing first, making her debut in the OCW, weighing in at 126lbs and standing at 5'8"....BRIANA CASABLANCAS!!!!
~"Stokholme Sndryom" by Muse starts to blare over the speakers as out walks Brianna Casablancas starts to make her way out of the locker room area and out to the ring as her loyalists that have apparently followed her to the OCW start to cheer as she graciously waves her hand as a sign of gratitude. She makes her way up to the ring and gets in, awaiting her opponent.~
Smith: It looks like Brianna has some fans here!
Hood: Plants! Every last one of them, plants I say!
Smith: Why must you make something out of nothing, crazy?
Hood: She planted these people here so she can act like people actually like her when in actuality nobody actual likes watching women wrestle, they're just there for eye candy.
Smith: This isn't the 1990's anymore, Hood. These fine young ladies have actual skill to compete against the men here!
Hood: That's only because we have people like Mario Maurako leading the charge here in the OCW instead of people like Scott Syren, Lurrr, Scorpion, TGO, and dare I say The Big Bifford!
Smith: It's a new era here in the OCW, Hood. You better jump on board before we all leave you behind...
Hood: NEVER!!!!!
Belvedere: And her opponent, also making his debut here in the OCW, weighing in at 237lbs and standing at 6'2....LOU BRUNO!!!!
~Brianna Casablancas' music cuts and leads straight into the theme for "The Godfather" as Lou Bruno exits out of the men's locker room and slowly makes his way to the ring as a chorus of boos ring out through the gym. Bruno doesn't know what to think as he quickly gets into the ring trying to avoid the boos as much as he can.~
Hood: Serves that prick right! That's what you get for joining the wrong side in this battle. As much as I despise Dean, I despise Triple M more. Backstabbing cocksucker.
Smith: Harsh words there Hoodsie!
Hood: Well that bastard deserves it!
Smith: Which bastard are you talking about?
Hood: All you mother fuckers!
~The action in the ring begins as Bruno wastes no time and charges an unsuspecting Brianna Casablancas with a spectacular clothesline that takes Brianna off of her feet and down to the mat, hitting her head on the way down. Bruno turns and smiles and raises his arms to the side as if to say "This is it?" Brianna sees this and her normal happy demeanor turns to a scowl as she holds her head and gets back up. Bruno takes this as an opportunity and rushes her again with another clothesline, but Casablancas ducks and Bruno keeps running and bounces off the ropes while Brianna's back is still to him. As Bruno approaches, Brianna jumps up and catches Lou with a leg lariat, sending him down to the mat in practically the same way that Brianna was earlier. Lou Bruno though returns to his feet quicker than she did that but with the same scowl that she had on her face. He charges her once more, this time more frustrated but Brianna telegraphs another running clothesline and takes him down with a drop toe hold. She quickly makes her way back to her feet and runs towards the ropes and runs straight to Lou Bruno connecting with a low drop kick right to the ribs of Bruno, sending him rolling out to the floor.~
Smith: I told you Hood! The women here are proving themselves time and time again.
Hood: I'm so torn! On one hand I think she should just stand there and model that nice piece of ass for me and on the other hand I want her to kick Lou's ass.
Smith: Tough predicament that you're in there sir.
Hood: I KNOW! If only I had a good villain to root for. That ripper guy looks promising, but fuck! I don't like his fucking attitude. Can we bring one of those guys that I mentioned earlier back?
Smith: All retired, Hoodsie, you're either stuck with the new blood here in the OCW or Triple M.
Hood: Fuck my life.
~The action continues as Bruno is making his way up by holding the apron as Brianna works the crowd. Casablancas sees that Lou is making his way back to his feet and runs towards her opponent, jumping up over the top rope, Lou sees this and quickly backs up and turns around assuming that Casablancas has taken a tumble to the outside and raises his arms again in a semi-victorious pose, but little does he know, Brianna has landed on the apron with her back towards him, looking behind her, waiting for Bruno to turn around. Lou Bruno finally does and is ready for Casablancas who springboards back with a asi moonsault, but is caught midair by the bigger Lou Bruno. With Casablancas draped over his shoulder, Bruno runs towards the turnbuckle post and rams Brianna back first into it as a brief scream of pain can be heard from her. Bruno smiles sadistically as he continues to dish out the punishment, turning his attention towards another turnbuckle post. He repositions his opposition up more on his shoulder where she's looking directly at what's to come for her. Lou runs straight towards the post and tosses her headfirst towards to post, but Brianna doesn't make impact with her head, instead she adjusts to where her shoulder takes the brunt of the damage. Lou slides back into the ring to stop the count of the ref.~
Smith: Lou Bruno is also apparently looking to make an impact here tonight!
Hood: No shit Sherlock! Isn't there some kind of rule against abuse to women?
Smith: Just earlier in the night you were hoping that another woman on this roster would suffer and condoned the violence on her.
Hood: And I don't take back a single one of those comments, I just like her more than I like that Italian pizza face over there.
Smith: Fair enough.
Hood: Damn straight.
~Bruno, noticing that Brianna Casablancas is obviously still injured and wants to continue the beating, not wanting her to get counted out. He slides back out of the ring and goes towards Casablancas. He methodically approaches her from the side. Brianna slowly gets up to her hands and knees, but Bruno just pushes her back to to the ground with his foot. Toying with her, he goes to the nearby guardrail and grabs one of the empty seats that are lined throughout the gymnasium. Folding the chair, he walks back towards Casablancas. Brianna sensing that she's in trouble, becomes aware of her surroundings and slides back to the apron with her back against the ring. Lou is mouthing something to Brianna as he raises the chair over his head and starts to swing down but out of desperation, Casablancas kicks him with a low blow, sending Bruno grabbing the family jewels and dropping the chair that lands beside him as he gets to the ground. Brianna gets back up and starts to mouth off to the fallen Bruno. She climbs up to the apron and goes to the far turnbuckle. She then runs towards Lou and jumps off with a flying shooting star press connecting on the downed Lou Bruno. She quickly gets up, obviously a little bit more has been taken away from her stamina, but she doesn't stop. She turns around, her back turned on the fallen Bruno, she quickly moonsaults and lands perfectly on top of Lou Bruno. Her fans are going crazy as she gets up and pulls him up with her, tossing him back into the ring.~
Hood: WOOT!!
Smith: You’re sudden cheering for a woman is very concerning to me.
Hood: No, you should not be concerned with me cheering for the ladies, you should be concerned with yourself for never being with a live woman in your life.
Smith: I take offense to your accusations sir.
Hood: They're not accusations if I know that they are truth.
Smith: You know no such thing!
Hood: Yes I do! You remember that wife that you were telling me about last week?
Smith: Of course! Mariam is a goddess!
Hood: She certainly is. Apparently though you really don't know that she is. She told me in between our sexual rendezvous this past week.
Smith: You did no such thing!
Hood: Well see, she has this birth mark right above her vagina.
Smith: Really?
Hood: My point has been proven.
~The match continues, away from the bickering on the outside from the announce team. On the inside of the ring, Brianna continues her onslaught of brutality on Lou Bruno by whipping Lou into the corner. Brianna follows closely behind and lands a flying wheel kick straight to the face of Bruno who staggers out of the corner. Brianna takes advantage and scales the turnbuckles to the top. Bruno, seeing stars, turns around as Casablancas comes flying off of the top turnbuckle, flipping over Lou Bruno's head and catching him by the neck, as both individuals come crashing down to the mat by a spectacular Blockbuster neckbreaker delivered by Brianna Casablancas. Lou Bruno grabs his neck as Brianna goes for the pin~
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~Lou Bruno still has some life in him. Not letting the kickout stop her current offense, Brianna drags Lou by the feet, positioning him right by the ropes. She exits the ring and stands on the apron, facing her downed opponent. Brianna Casablancas jumps onto the top rope and springboards with a 450 splash only to be met with knees to the gut, sending her rolling away from Lou Bruno. Lou, sensing this as his opportunity, goes for the pin attempt himself~
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Brianna kicks out.
Smith: This match is going back and forth! It looks like Lou finally has some offense going if he can keep her down!
Hood: This bitch better get the fuck up!
Smith: Do you have money on this match or something?
Hood: You know damn good and well that betting on an OCW match could lose you your job around here!
Smith: Well do you?
Hood: No comment...bitch.
~Lou quickly realizes that this bitch is going to need to be beat down a bit more, brings her to her feet and swiftly kicks her in the an already injured stomach and lands a stunner, sending Brianna reeling and right in the middle of the ring. Lou Bruno once again goes for the pin~
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3…NO!
~Brianna kicks out yet again! Now frustrated, Lou Bruno signals that this is the end and scales the turnbuckles. He eyes Brianna and jumps off of the ropes looking for an elbow drop, but Brianna rolls out of the way, using what little strength that she has left.~
Hood: YES! Kick his ass Brianna!
Smith: Lou Bruno was looking to end it there with the Bruiser Bash.
Hood: But he didn't suck on those balls Maurako!
Smith: Do you think that it's a smart idea to call him out considering all of the things that he is going through right now?
Hood: Fuck that guy! He'll never live up to the other Hall of Famers of the OCW.
~Lou is the first person to his feet, even though he just took a horrible spill, but Brianna Casablancas is right behind him and is now to her feet as well. Trying to capitalize on the miss of Lou Bruno, Casablancas quickly approaches Lou and lands a few quick forearm shots to the head of Lou, pushing him against the ropes. Brianna sends Lou Bruno across the ring into the far ropes. As Bruno approaches Casablancas, he is met with a staggering dropkick right to the chin, sending him to the mat. Brianna quickly gets to her feet and picks up the downed Lou Bruno who she irish whips again across the ring, Bruno comes off the other ropes and is almost met by a very impactful super kick (Super Ego Kick) that would have landed right on the jaw, but he ducks and quickly stops behind Brianna. Bruno turns Casablancas around and kicks her in the stomach one more time and goes for the stunner one more time, but Brianna sees it coming and pushes him in the back, away from her. She runs towards the ropes that are the closest to her and Lou turns around only to be placed in a hurricarrana position. Bruno freaks out quickly tosses Brianna off of him, by using just brute force, allowing her though to land on her feet in front of him. Bruno quickly tries to capitalize on the now off-guard Casablanacas and goes for a clothesline, once again Brianna ducks. Bruno quickly turns around but is met with a payley kick to the top of the head. Brianna quickly follows up with the cover~
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3…NO!
~Bruno kicks out yet again. Brianna sensing an opportunity positions a still groggy Lou Bruno on his back in a position where she can climb to the top rope and land a high flying maneuver. After positioning him, she starts to go to the outside to ascend to the top turnbuckle.~
Hood: FINISH HIM!!
Smith: This is not Mortal Kombat, Hoodsie.
Hood: Do you not think I know that?
Smith: Well the years of abuse that you caused to your body could make it very possible to think that you're in a video game.
Hood: Just shut the fuck up Smith. I'm tired of you tonight.
Smith: So you've told me, at least 3 other times in this broadcast.
~Brianna now to the top rope, wastes little time and leaps off with a spectacular 630 splash, connecting perfectly. Brianna Casablancas quickly goes for the pin, sensing that the match is over~
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Belvedere: Here is your winner....BRIANNA CASABLANCAS!!!
Hood: HAH! I told you, Smith!
Smith: You told me nothing that I didn't already expect to happen at the first of this match.
Hood: Bitch! NO YOU DIDN'T!
Smith: Don't argue, Hood, it's not becoming of you.
~Casablancas starts to get up from the mat after her match and goes to exit the ring but is stopped by the sound of “Enigma Machine” by Dream Theater as “The Incredible” Ian Bishop steps out from the back and stares down Casablancas, who along with the rest of the audience is quiet and confused. Bishop slowly walks down to the side of the ring as he doesn’t take his gaze away from her~
Smith: And we get to see Ian Bishop for the first time in the OCW… what the hell does he have to do with Brianna though?
Hood: Hush up Hood! We are observing Incredible-ness right now and need to just watch!
~Bishop rolls into the ring and towers over Casablancas small figure as her and the referee don’t know what to make of this entrance. The music stops as Bishop smirks and Casablancas begins to raise her arms in confusion. Bishop extends his arm looking for a handshake~
Smith: He wants a handshake? Like to congratulate her on a job well done for her match?
Hood: Shut the fuck up! We’ll find out!
~The crowd begins to react with a mixed bag as Casablanca isn’t sure what to do. “Good match,” Bishop yells out without a microphone and re-extends his hand. Casablancas again looks to the crowd who is still giving her no firm answer. Casablancas accepts the hand shake but as Casablancas goes to leave Bishop keeps a hold of the shake. Casablancas tries to take her hand back but Bishop pulls her towards him and places her into his Sleeper Hold! The referee tries to pry Bishop off of her but Bishop applies more pressure as Casablancas struggles to break the hold~
Smith: I think we’re going to need some security down here!
Hood: You think? Casablancas just wrestled a match and now is being assaulted by Bishop! We do need security you stupid idiot!
~A few more referees and men with security shirts dart down to the ring as Bishop has had Casablancas in the sleeper hold for over a minute and she has stopped trying to break the hold and is now just drooling from the mouth, lifeless. Bishop then picks up Casablancas and raises her body up and holds her body upside down as the blood now rushes to her head. After ten seconds Bishop grabs the rest of her body and slams her head first into the mat for a devastating Incredible Drop! Casablancas lays on the mat motionless as the referees look at her and the security separates her and Bishop. The crowd begins to boo tremendously as Bishop has a big smile of his face and walks to the back in silence as some members of the audience throw trash at Bishop~
Smith: Ian Bishop just decimated Brianna!
Hood: I wonder if she over charged him for psychiatric advice.
Smith: Shut up, this is serious!
Hood: Yea, well…we all know how high OCW management is on Brianna…I’m sure Bishop got word of that and decided to make a statement by taking her out. I mean, seriously, Smith…the Central Championship is a few weeks away from being decided…no competitors for that match have been announced and everyone is in the running…why WOULDN’T you make a statement like that?
Smith: Because it’s underhanded and no fair.
Hood: The guy didn’t have a fucking match you dim wit…he only has a week or so to impress…my hat is off to him, good job Ian Bishop!
Smith: What.Ever.
~The iPad blinks and we zoom in for our final video feed of the evening. Dean is in the boys locker room talking with Bobbinette Carey~
President Dean: That attack was vicious…Ian Bishop is for real.
Bobbinette Carey: He looked legit…good to see some competition in that ring for a change. Tonight was pretty one sided aside from the main event.
President Dean: Yea, sorry about that…next week will be better which is why I wanted to inform you personally that you will be facing Dangerous Dan next week in our Main Event.
~Carey’s eyes widen as it’s obvious she enjoys the competition~
President Dean: As well as the two competitors for the OCW Central Championship match…I will announce those next week during the Massacre broadcast.
~Suddenly, Maurako storms in, still fuming from the news he received earlier. He spots Carey and his disdain worsens~
Mario Maurako: Oh geez, who started the feminist rally? And why is she in the men’s locker room…you perving on teen boys, Carey?
President Dean: Shut up, Maurako…
~Maurako jerks his head back as his eyes widen…he takes great offense to Dean speaking to him in that tone and is ready to fire back when Dean blindsides him with a shocking announcement~
President Dean: You should probably speak to OCW’s financier with a bit more respect, Sucka.
Mario Maurako: Excuse me? Financier? This walking, talking baby machine…
Bobbinette Carey: That’s right, Mario...all that money I accumulated through my career and our notorious trials and tribulations are to thank for this opportunity I have to give back to pro wrestling. You know, keep this place alive that you so very much wish would die…
~Maurako clenches his fists and punches a locker. He leaves a huge dent in the locker with a trail of blood as the air holes sliced part of his knuckle open~
Mario Maurko: So…I guess the fix is in at Resurrection, isn’t it?
President Dean: You know that’s not how I roll…Carey wants to defeat you head up. Just bring your ‘A’ game, sucka and we’ll see if it’s good enough this time or if you fall short like you always have on the big stage.
~Mario gets right up in Dean’s face~
Mario Maurako: Fine…but I want a match next week…sort of a tune up. And you have the paramedics at ringside because whoever the unlucky jerk off is you put in the ring with me…they are going to need immediate treatment from the beating they receive at my hands. I may not be able to take my anger out on you or our joke of a financier…but nothing is stopping me from destroying some idiot on our roster next week. Adios.
~Maurako exits as our video feed comes to a close and the show ends~
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OOC: Alright guys...there it is...hope you enjoyed it this week. I want to thank Trevor (TGO) for the Brianna/Bruno, Ryan/Roach and Slade/Jacobs matches. The road to Resurrection is underway so keep that in mind with rping this week...I'm going to be looking for the 2 best to headline our return PPV. Next week's lineup will be posted on the OOC board shortly
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