From the Middleton High School Gymnasium in Middleton, Wisconsin.
~Our live feed begins as Monday Night Massacre comes to us live from the Middleton High School Gymnasium in Middleton, Wisconsin. Tonight’s crowd is similar in size to last week’s crowd from Three Oaks, Michigan as the metal bleachers have been rolled out near ringside for the event. Hood and Smith sit behind another fold out lunch table with Arryk Rage standing ringside, holding a tire iron. “Comin in Hot” by Hollywood Undead fills our ears as the fans stand and clap with another episode of Massacre officially underway. Leo the High School Intern focuses the camera on Smith and Hood as they begin to hype tonight’s broadcast~
Smith: Hello again everyone and welcome to another edition of Monday Night Massacre!! Tonight we come to you live from Middleton, Wisconsin for what looks to be our greatest night of in ring action yet!
Hood: Damn straight…I was looking at the lineup earlier and I couldn’t help but wonder if I went on a two week bender and woke up the morning of Resurrection.
Smith: You mean you haven’t studied the lineup prior to this morning?
Hood: No, I was too busy trying not to freeze in this southern part of Canada Dean has us touring.
Smith: Haha, indeed, my friend! Well, tonight we will see many of the top OCW names in action…Mario Maurako, Bobbinette Carey, Dangerous Dan, Brianna Casablancas, Noah Mackenzie…The Lost Soul…Roach…
Hood: Easy on the names there…you’re going to spout of the entire roster.
Smith: I’m sorry, I’m just so excited…what are your thoughts on The Lost Soul against Talon Young?
Hood: Oh, I don’t know…apparently Talon is angry at The Lost Soul for purposely getting her name wrong.
Smith: It seems as though TLS may be in her head.
Hood: He is good at that.
Smith: We have three triple threats tonight…thoughts?
Hood: I predict that at least one of the Resurrection main event participants wins a triple threat.
Smith: Bold prediction…but I can’t disagree, some serious talent going in all three of those matches. Now, what about Roach and Maurako…big night for Roach, right?
Hood: Oh, abso-fucking-lutely…guy has surprised everyone with his undefeated start…conventional wisdom says he has no chance tonight, but…fuck it, he’s Roach. Keep doubting him and he may just pull off the upset.
Smith: It’s hard to doubt a man with his determination and willingness to do whatever it takes to win. And…finally…the Main Event…two hall of famers going at it in Dangerous Dan and Bobbinette Carey…
Hood: Despite the fact I loathe panderers…it should be a good match. We all know what Dan can do…Carey is new to the OCW circle…so I’m anxious to see what she’s got in her first real test since joining OCW.
Smith: Same here…if Dan can win, I predict he’s in the main event at Resurrection.
Hood: It would almost be impossible to keep him out.
Smith: Speaking of…I’ve got a video here on our iPad with Dean in the locker room…let’s check it out!
~The video feed begins and we see Dean staring at a laptop screen with the MNM feed paused. He’s got a pen and paper pad in front of him. Several OCW names are written neatly on the paper. A few have been crossed off such as…Mario Maurako, Bobbinette Carey, Amber Ryan, Zeus and Hades…most of the other names appear unscathed. Skytz enters looking sleazy as usual~
Skytz: Yo, Deano…just looking for the scoop, who’s going to be in the Main Event?
~Dean turns around and rolls his eyes when he sees Skytz and his anxious self bothering him on the biggest night since OCW’s resurgence~
President Dean: Damnit, Sucka…don’t you have a job to do? I believe when I hired you, it was to go out and interview people…find something interesting to show to the fans.
Skytz: That’s what I’m doing…what’s more interesting than finding out who will be squaring off in the Main Event at Resurrection for the OCW Central Championship?
President Dean: Man, you’re looking for something that isn’t here. I have no idea who those two wrestlers are going to be and probably won’t know until the end of the night. Now….get the hell out of here, make yourself useful and earn your pay so I can sit here in silence and watch the matches carefully…the main event of Resurrection will likely decide our fate moving forward.
~Skytz nods and heads out as Dean pulls up a folding metal chair and takes a seat in front of his lap top, ready to study each match with a trained eye. Our feed comes to an end as we settle back in on Smith and Hood~
Smith: Interesting…our esteemed leader has no idea who’s going to be headlining Resurrection and we are only 13 days away. I’m not sure if that’s a good or a bad thing…
Hood: I’d say neither…like he said, that match is arguable the biggest match in OCW history…he’s just making sure he gets it right. Hell, if I were him, I’d consider waiting until the 17th to announce it…just to be sure.
Smith: But what about promotion? What about the fans? What about ME?! I can’t take sitting in suspense any longer…we…I must know!
Hood: Calm down, dipshit…I’m sure we’ll find out by the end of the night.
Smith: Whew…okay, great…well, like we said at the top of tonight’s show…we have a ton of in-ring action for you…so let’s get it started with a triple threat match!
~”Waters Rising” by Alter Bridge strums up as the fans turn and watch OCW newcomer and wrestling veteran, Rain make his way to the ring~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, this is a triple threat match with elimination style rules! Introducing first, from Chicago, Illinois…standing 6’0 tall and weighing in at 225 lbs….Rain!!!
~Rain enters into the ring wearing a mask like he does for all of his wrestling matches. Once in the ring, his music ends and “It’s Goin Down” by X-Ecutioners begins to play and the large, menacing stature of Damian Payne walks down to the ring as the fans look on in awe at his towering height and mass~
Belvedere: Introducing next, from Denver, Colorado…standing 6’9” and weighing in at 295lbs… “Sadistic Insanity” Damian Payne!!!
~Payne enters into the ring and glances over at Rain before heading into his corner, anxiously awaiting the third and final competitor. His music ends and “Too Much, Too Young, Too Fast” by Airbourne begins to play as the fans boo loudly when they see Johnny Riot walk down to the ring~
Belvedere: And their opponent, from Erie, Pennsylvania, standing 6’2 and weighing in at 235lbs…Johnny Riot!!!
~Riot’s music ends as he enters the ring. Belvedere exits and Scruff waits and then motions towards Belvedere who sounds the bell~
Smith: Here we go, Hood…this match should be highly entertaining.
Hood: Yea, Johnny Riot has looked good at times in his three matches…maybe the guy can put it all together tonight.
Smith: He certainly has the talent…Rain on the other hand has a ton of experience outside of OCW and could be a legitimate threat to do big things here…starting tonight.
Hood: I guess the mask gives him powers. Man, that Payne guy is fucking huge.
Smith: Yes and then there is Sadistic Insanity…he clearly has the physical advantage…at least from an aesthetic point of view.
Hood: Yea, sure, whatever the fuck that means.
Smith: Indeed!
~Riot and Rain go right after Payne, seeing as he’s the biggest guy in the match. Payne works to fight them off. Riot nails some lefts and rights to Payne’s head while Rain kicks at his midsection. Payne grabs Rain by the head and shoves him off. Rain does a back flip and lands on his feet in the middle of the ring. Payne then delivers and elbow to the top of Riot’s head. Riot staggers back, away from Payne. Rain rushes in at Payne and goes to kick him. Payne grabs Rain’s leg…Rain goes for an inziguri, however, Payne blocks it and grabs Rain’s other leg. He drags Rain into the middle of the ring and begins to spin him around. Riot is still staggering from the sharp elbow and Payne hurls Rain at Riot. Rain’s body slams into Riot, sending him through the ropes and to the outside. Rain, meanwhile, is lying on the mat, near a corner with Payne breathing heavily from fighting off their initial onslaught~
Smith: I can’t blame Rain and Riot for their thinking there…however, it was thwarted by Damian Payne.
Hood: Shit yea it was…that guy is a monster.
Smith: This one is far from over though…he appears winded already.
Hood: Nah, he’s just about to sneeze or something.
Smith: Umm, no.
~Payne walks over and pulls Rain to his feet. He whips Rain into the nearest corner. As Rain rushes into the corner, we see Riot slide back into the ring. Rain leaps onto the second turnbuckle before slamming into the corner. Payne rushes in and Rain leaps off for a crossbody, Payne catches Rain and turns around, looking to body slam him. Riot leaps up into the air and dropkicks the back of Rain! Payne falls over with Rain on top of him, Scruff slides in for the count~
1!
Kick Out!
Smith: A solid attempt but not that close.
Hood: Nah, Payne is too strong to be put down with something gimmicky like that.
Smith: Indeed.
~Payne sits up and Riot kicks him right in the face as soon as he’s in a seated position. Payne grabs his face and rolls over onto his side. Rain crawls over and goes off on Payne with rights and lefts to his face now that Payne’s height advantage has been neutralized. While Rain pummels away on Payne’s face, Riot grabs Payne’s legs and quickly applies a figure four leg lock on the big man. The fans stand and watch as Payne is being decimated by both men~
Smith: Johnny Riot…not really known for his technical abilities with a pretty sharp looking figure four there.
Hood: Why the fuck not? I mean the big man is down…may as well take him apart.
Smith: A very opportunistic move, for sure.
~Rain finishes pummeling Payne and gets to his feet. He sees Riot with the Figure Four locked in. Riot is seated up with his palms on the mat, holding his back off the mat. Rain sits out and dropkicks Riot in the face. Riot releases the hold and rolls away, holding his face in pain. Rain goes after him. Rain kicks at Riot as he tries to get away. Riot finds the ropes and pulls himself to his feet with Rain punching away. Rain then runs across the ring, he bounces off the ropes and leaps at Riot. Riot puts his head down and lifts Rain over the top rope…Rain lands on his feet on the apron. Riot turns around and Rain grabs his head. Rain drops to the hardwood floor, slamming Riot’s throat across the top rope. Riot staggers back into the middle of the ring~
Smith: Some fast action here, Rain is extremely quick in there.
Hood: Yea, I don’t know about him kicking Johnny Riot, though…get rid of the big man and then take each other apart.
Smith: Not everyone is a coward, Hood.
Hood: Who you calling a coward, bitch?
~Rain hops back onto the apron and leaps up onto the top rope, he leaps off as Riot turns around and nails him with a flying clothesline! Riot falls back onto the mat and his legs kick up in the air from the momentum. Rain quickly hooks them and Scruff slides in for the count~
1!
2!
Kick Out!
Smith: Close one there…but Riot avoided being eliminated.
Hood: Fucking Riot needs to win this one…guy has been so inconsistent.
Smith: Indeed…he’s had several opportunities to establish himself and just can’t seem to get his footing.
~Rain gets to his feet and pulls Riot to his. He backs him into a corner and climbs to the middle rope and begins to punch away on Riot’s head. As he does so, Payne gets back to his feet across the ring. Rain finishes punching Riot and leaps up, hooking his legs around Riot’s head, going for a huricanrana. He goes to flip him, but Payne is there behind him! Payne rips Rain off of Riot as he’s upside down and carries him into the center of the ring. He drills Rain in the middle of the ring with a tombstone piledriver! Rain’s body goes flat as Payne goes for the pin~
1!
2!
Shoulder Up!
Smith: Closest one yet!
Hood: These fucking guys just come out of nowhere.
Smith: The dangers of a Triple Threat!
~Before Payne can get back to his feet, Riot lays a couple of boots to the back of Payne’s head, keeping the big man from getting up. Payne rolls over onto his back and Riot jumps into the air and drops a leg across the neck of Payne! Riot turns his attention to Rain, who is still on the mat, and pulls him to his feet. Riot kicks Rain in the gut and goes for a DDT. Rain blocks it and shoves Riot back, Riot comes back at Rain and Rain leaps in the air and drills Riot with an inziguri! Riot staggers and Rain hooks him and delivers a jumping 180 rotation mic check!! Riot’s body goes limp as Rain goes for the pin~
1!
2!
3!!!
Smith: Rain has eliminated Johnny Riot from the triple threat! That was Drowning Current…what a heck of a move!
Hood: Damnit, the highs and lows of Riot’s career in OCW continue.
Smith: Indeed…if the guy could ever find some form of consistency.
~Scruff helps Riot exit the ring as Rain goes right after Payne. Payne is standing against the ropes, gathering himself as Rain rushes over and begins to kick away at the long legs of Payne. Payne tries to get away as the kicks are doing some damage. He walks himself right into a corner where Rain jumps in the air and kicks Pain right in the face. Payne falls back, being held up only by the ropes and turnbuckles. Rain gets to his feet, takes a few steps back, runs in and dropkicks Payne right into the corner. Payne comes stumbling out as Rain gets to his feet. Payne is bent over as he stumbles out and Rain grabs his head and drills Payne with a tornado DDT in the middle of the ring!! The fans cheer Rain’s energy as Rain goes for a pin and Scruff makes the count~
1!
2!
Kick Out!
Smith: Near fall there…Rain almost won this one with back to back pinfalls!
Hood: Rain is fucking quick, man…I’m not sure Payne has any idea what the hell just hit him.
Smith: He’s definitely dazed, for sure. Rain will look to capitalize on this momentum…
~Rain climbs to the top rope and waits, patiently, as Payne slowly gets to his feet. Payne finally does and turns around, facing Rain. Rain leaps off, going for a huricanrana, Payne holds on, though and drills Rain in the middle of the ring with a sit out powerbomb!! Rain rolls around in pain as Damian lays back, still catching his breath~
Smith: That’s twice Payne has thwarted a Huricanrana attempt from Rain.
Hood: Yea, he may want to put that move away for the rest of the night.
Smith: Indeed!
~Payne gets to his feet with Rain still on the mat. Payne goes after Rain, but Rain responds by taking Payne down with a leg lock. Rain then turns it into an STF submission! Payne yells out in pain as Scruff slides into view, asking the big man if he wants to give it up. Payne shakes his head profusely, refusing to give up his debut match in this manner. Rain grimaces as he tightens the hold even further, doing as much damage as he can~
Smith: Rain’s got the big man down!
Hood: And all folded up like a pretzel…holy shit balls that looks painful.
Smith: Was ‘balls’ really necessary?
Hood: Well, we are in a gym for fucks sake.
Smith: Hmm, true
~Payne starts to crawl for the ropes with Rain holding on tighter and tighter. Payne finally nears the ropes, reaches out and clutches the bottom rope. Scruff yells at Rain, forcing him to release the hold. Rain gets to his feet and starts to stomp away on Payne’s body as he’s still on the mat, feeling the effects from the STF. Payne reaches up and grabs the ropes, using them as leverage to get to his feet. Rain kicks away at the big man, but he continues to rise. Rain rushes into the ropes and bounces off. Payne staggers into the middle of the ring. Rain rushes at Payne and goes for a leg dive, but Payne grabs Rain’s head and delivers a ¾ swinging neckbreaker! Rain is laid out on the mat as Payne rises to one knee and is breathing heavily~
Smith: The Insanity Clause! That came out of nowhere!
Hood: Payne showed some great quickness for a man of his size.
Smith: Indeed and I think Rain kind of got caught there…when he hit the ropes, Payne was already in the middle of the ring and he had to adjust what he was going to do.
Hood: He underestimated Payne’s recovery speed.
~Payne gets to his feet and lifts Rain to his. Payne lifts Rain up in the air, going for his ChokeBomb. Rain punches Payne in the head a few times, Payne drops Rain. Rain rushes back into the ropes, leaps onto the middle rope and jumps off, turning in mid air. Payne catches Rain, lifts him up and drops him to the mat with The ChokeBomb!! Rain is laid out as Payne makes the cover, Scruff slides in for the count~
1!
2!
3!!!
~Belvedere rings the bell and speaks~
Belvedere: Here is your winner… “Sadistic Insanity” DAMIAN PAYNE!!!!!
Smith: Damian Payne pulled it off!
Hood: Holy shit that was close…I thought Rain had it on several occasions.
Smith: Certainly was…but Damian Payne was just one move ahead of him at the end and, ultimately, that’s what prevailed.
~ “Its Goin Down” by X-Ecutioners hits as Payne rolls out of the ring and stands ringside with his hands on his hips, breathing heavily. Rain moves to exit the ring and does. As he walks from the ring, Payne claps at him. This grabs Rain’s attention as he looks up and sees Payne clapping~
Smith: Hmmm
Hood: Oh man, that would fucking piss me off
~Rain leaps up onto the apron and talks trash at Payne. Payne smiles and acts as if he was genuine in congratulating Rain. Rain turns his back, frustrated. Payne then shoves Rain off the apron! Rain shows great athleticism in landing on his feet. He leaps up onto the apron and Payne tries to grab him, but Rain slides under the bottom rope and between Payne’s legs. Rain gets to his feet, runs into the ropes, bounces off as Payne turns around and drills him with a running Inziguri!! Payne staggers around, dazed~
Smith: What a move!
Hood: Damn that guy’s athletic
~Rain snatches Payne, hooks him and delivers a jumping 180 rotation mic check!! Payne’s body goes limp, lying in the middle of the ring! Rain gets to his feet and yells a few things at Payne as the fans cheer his display of aggressiveness. Rain then exits as Payne’s music long since ended and “Waters Rising” by Alter Bridge begins to play~
Smith: Drowning Current!
Hood: Wow…that move is devastating.
Smith: Indeed! Things are certainly going to be moving fast tonight…and our iPad is already blinking!
~The cracked iPad shows backstage after the match in President Dean’s office as he just finished watching the bout and looking very pleased~
Dean: Now that’s what I’m talking about! We need to have more matches like that! Here we go to the top of the—
~Dean turns around to see Ian Bishop standing there right behind him with a stern look on his face. The crowd begins to boo as Ian goes to speak but is cut off by Dean~
Dean: Don’t you know how to knock, sucka?!
Ian: Don’t you know how to treat your best superstars, sucka?
~Dean and Ian get in each other’s faces with their noses touching as the crowd begins to cheer and boo together liking the idea of these two clashing~
Dean: Just what in the hell do you mean?
Ian: What do I mean? Here I am last week in Michigan giving the entire locker room on notice and then I go out to the ring and completely dismantle that twig of a wrestler Brianna Casablancas and you even said yourself that it was impressive and what do you do? You book me in a match with two complete idiots instead of a respectable opponent.
Dean: Well it was your first match Ian, I didn’t want to go too tough on you.
Ian: Too tough? What are you saying? I’m soft, is that it Dean?
Dean: Not at all playa—
~Ian grabs a hold of table with water and food and throws it to the other side of the room with all the food and liquid going everywhere. He then gets right into Dean’s face~
Ian: TOO FUCKING SOFT?! Do you actually know who I am, SUCKA?! I am excellence, perfection, incredible! If it wasn’t for me, you’re show last week wouldn’t have even had an ending! I don’t even think besides me you have any actual talent on this roster. And that’s another reason why I am here. I am officially telling you tonight that I will gladly be one of the wrestlers that will wrestle for the OCW Central Championship at Resurrection!
Dean: Now hold a minute, SUCKA. You just can’t waltz in here thinking you’re the boss and get to call the shots. I am the damn boss and I call the damn shots. You have talent kid there is no question about that but you don’t get to come into my office uninvited and certainly without knocking demanding to be in the big title match at Resurrection. You need to prove that to me first sucka!
Ian: I destroyed Brianna Casablancas, you’re prize possession and the woman you think highly of. What more proof do you need?
Dean: Proof? What further proof do I need? Well, how about something that goes a little beyond attacking a defenseless wrestler AFTER a hard fought match? You know, Bishop, if you want to come in here demanding shit, you’d be better served to do it AFTER you’ve actually won something, sucka.
~Bishop stands there, unyielding. Dean continues~
Dean: Like I said, you’ve got talent…you really do…but to come in here and demand shit before wrestling a match? That doesn’t fly with me, sucka. You need to learn your place and earn your spot. So…as a result, you will be opening up Resurrection with a match against…Zeus.
Ian: ZEUS?? That winless midget?? You have got to be joking.
Dean: Funny, I wondered the same thing when you stormed in here making all kinds of ridiculous demands. Good luck tonight, sucka…look at it as preparation for your big PPV debut.
~For a moment, we can see the thought cross Ian’s mind of letting out his frustrations in a physical manner. However, composure overrides pure, raw emotion and, instead, he glares at Dean, letting his feelings be known before exiting. As he exits, Skytz enters and is bumped harshly by Ian on his way out. Skytz rubs his shoulder and walks up to Dean~
Skytz: So, what’s his problem?
Dean: Just needs to learn his place is all…and what, may I ask, are you doing back in here?
Skytz: I just saw him come in here and was wondering if you made him part of the Main Event at Resurrection.
Dean: Sucka had a shot…he was a front runner, but he fucked that up. Now, get out of here and go interview someone, okay?
Skytz: You got it, boss!
~Skytz exits as Dean is left in his locker room office, continuing to evaluate the superstars, searching for his Resurrection main event. Our video feed ends and we focus back on the announce team~
~After the video clip Sean Fuller is seen standing in the middle of the ring surrounded by several no-name talent in long black tights and long hippie hair. Kaitlyn Fuller is ringside with a microphone in hand~
Kaitlyn Fuller: "This is an exhibition ladies and gentlemen as arranged by yours truly FOR each of you so you can see the treasure through your own eyes that is Sean Fuller.
~Sean stands there without a shirt on and in a pair of black wrestling tights and his head bowed~
Kaitlyn Fuller: "Each of these 'talent' in the ring around Sean have signed a release of liability and know the dangers of stepping into the ring with a human weapon. So without further ado ring the bell!"
Ding!
~Sean takes a knee in the middle of the ring and the no-name talent swarm all over him throwing everything they have in the form of punches, slaps, kicks, and even clawing, but Sean does a Superman rise and runs his knee into the "talent" in front of him and quickly throws his elbow back into the guy behind him. Sean turns to his left and hooks the guy there by the back of his head and pulls his face into a knee strike~
Kaitlyn: "One hit, that is all it takes ladies and gentlemen! But that is not all... the best has been saved for last!"
~Sean grabs the final "talent and hooks him up in an arm bar, an extremely vertical and tightly held arm-bar. The talent is tapping out and the referee just stands there sweating bullets because Sean is staring at him with rage filled eyes. Sean kicks up his legs and drops the no name "talent" on his shoulder with the "Down The Alley"~
Kaitlyn: "Did you hear that snap ladies and gentlemen? Did you see Sean's elbow come crashing down on that trained professional's head? Nobody in that ring is leaving without a stretcher or a crew member to lean on tonight. My bet is on the stretcher for each of them. You see this is just a small taste because everyone deserves to know exactly what their future world champion is capable of. That, there in the ring, is the face of no remorse... no compassion... most importantly that man is the face of your precious OCW. Welcome to the future of professional wrestling. Consider this an open challenge to anyone on the roster whether you're trained or part of the crew!"
~"Hero" by Skillet picks up as Sean stands in the middle of the ring slowly turning his head to survey the crowd and take in their reaction, but they are not sure how to respond to such destruction because these no name talents; they were well-built athletes and he just decimated them... ONE MOVE EACH~
Smith: Impressive words from OCW’s newest member!
Hood: I guess ,he didn’t really say anything…that bitch did all the talking.
Smith: A true gentlemen doesn’t need to hog the entire spotlight. I thought it was quite a chivalrous move.
Hood: Spoken like a true virgin.
Smith: Whatever! Looks like we’ve got more from Ian Bishop backstage…let’s go to the iPad!
~The cameras cut to the parking lot of the High School as Ian Bishop walks towards the gymnasium with his gym bag in hand. He is still fuming over his previous interaction with OCW President Dean. Rather than hang out in the locker room with all the other wrestlers, he decided to remain in the parking lot until it was time to prepare for his match. He does not notice the person following behind him for a few seconds. Suddenly, he gets the sense of being trailed, and not being a moron and knowing full well that there is someone who is looking for revenge, he turns around in a defensive stance …ready to deck his stalker in the face. He stops and smiles~
Bishop: Oh, its you. I guess you are here for a good measure of revenge?
~The camera pans out to reveal the lovely Brianna Casablancas with a wide and warm smile on her face. Her stance is more friendly than it is ready for a brawl. She doesn’t answer him. After a few seconds, he continues~
Bishop: You are an idiot if you think you are going to be getting even with me. Come on, take a shot.
~She doesn’t say anything but instead just stares at him with that infectious smile of hers. She doesn’t take a shot but just looks right at him~
Bishop: Fine. Have it your way.
~Bishops kicks her in the gut and then follows up with a clothesline that lays her out on the concrete. He follows by taking a few boots to her ribs. He gives her one last slam in the gut before walking away from Casablancas. He walks towards the gym but as he does so he can hear her begin to stir …not just stir. It sounds like she is possibly singing as he walks away~
Casablancas: “Poor old Johnny Ray
~He stops as she sings but decides to think nothing of it and move on towards the gym where he will make his OCW In Ring Debut. Our feed ends and we focus back on the announce table~
Smith: As if Ian’s night couldn’t get any worse…Brianna seems to be…serenading him?
Hood: It wouldn’t be so bad if she could carry a damn tune
Smith: The lack of tune might have something to do with being kicked in the gut
Hood: Yea, I don’t know…she seems to be certifiable
Smith: Well, you know what that means
Hood: Future OCW Champion
Smith: Oh Hoodsie!!!
Hood: Can you please stop calling me that?
Smith: But it has such a great ring to it!
Hood: The fuck it does!
Smith: Come on!!
Hood: No!
Smith: Well I don't care what you think. I'm going to continue calling you that because the name fits you and it's just so...cute.
Hood: I'm not cute Smith! I'm a dashing older gentleman who still gets a shitload of pussy.
Smith: If you say so, Hoodsie.
Hood: Fuck you!
Smith: FANTASTIC! Back to the subject at hand. Next up we have Talon Young going up against the returning Lost Soul.
Hood: Oh that's a nice piece of ass that I want to touch again.
Smith: I have a feeling that Young Talon will rip your hands off the next time you do that.
Hood: I have a feeling that if you call her Young Talon again that she might rip your dick off.
Sounded sad upon the radio
But he moved a million hearts in mono
Our mothers cried
Sang along
Who'd blame them”
Belvedere: Introducing first standing at a measly 5 foot 3 inches and weighing in at a minuscule 114lbs....YOUNG...errrr...TALON YOUNG!!!!!
~"Fire" by Lacuna Coil hits and out comes the aforementioned Talon Young walks out of the locker room area and approaches the ring. The crowd that is in attendance gives out a heaping helping of boos to welcome Talon Young to the ringside area. Talon dismisses these boos and continues to make her way into the ring~
Smith: It looks like Talon Young isn't getting the welcome that she expected here.
Hood: Well she is going up against The Lost Soul, the bastard child of the OCW.
Smith: You mean The Lost Soul actually has fans?!
Hood: I'm just as surprised as you are Smith. This isn't what I expected by any means. I'm the only one that's supposed to hate horrible talent, granted I can hate both of these assholes tonight.
Smith: I thought you liked Talon Young.
Hood: I never said that. I said that I liked her ass...although the rest of her looks like a prepubescent boy, which is your area of expertise.
Belvedere: And her opponent hailing from the mysterious question mark, an OCW legend in his own mind...THE LOST SOUL!!!
Smith: Belvedere is being a little harsh tonight.
Hood: I kinda like it! GET EM!!!
~"Friday the 13th Theme" cuts off the Lacuna Coil track and out walks TLS to a chorus of cheers from the attendees. Shocked, The Lost Soul makes his way down to ringside. He gets to the ring apron and starts to come in but hesitates. He looks down at the ground and sighs heavily, he then steps through the ropes as the ref calls for the bell to start the match~
Smith: What was The Lost Soul thinking there?
Hood: Fuck if I know, just call the damn match and stop asking stupid questions that you know that I can't answer.
~Talon Young starts the match off by coming towards TLS as he just stands there looking not very ready for action. Talon shrugs with a small smile on her face and comes at the face of The Lost Soul with a spinning roundhouse kick, but TLS ducks backwards in a Matrix-esque maneuver, making her miss. Talon follows up the failed kick with a forearm attempt to the face of TLS, but he blocks the move putting up his arm. Frustrated, Young goes on the offensive again and swings at the face of TLS with a left hook, TLS blocks the punch attempt again with his other arm. He lifts up his arms and starts to walk backwards towards the ropes~
Hood: What the fuck is he doing here?! HIT THE BITCH!!
Smith: The Lost Soul doesn't look like he wants to compete here tonight.
Hood: Does he have a problem with putting this bitch in her place? Maybe he got bored with her like I got bored watching her little YouTube clips.
Smith: Now Hoodsie, that isn't that nice.
Hood: May not be nice, but I'm sure it's the truth.
~The action continues in the ring as Talon Young takes offense to the lack of offense from The Lost Soul and charges him. She leaps up in the air with a flying heel kick, but TLS sees it coming and ducks down to the mat. The failed attempt sends Talon Young flying over the top rope and crashing down to the outside ground. TLS gets up and sees the fallen body of Talon Young on the outside and looks crushed. He hangs his head as he exits the ring and down to check on Talon Young. He kneels down beside her head to make sure that she's ok, which she apparently is by the kick to the top of the head of The Lost Soul. Obviously playing opossum, Talon quickly gets to her feet and connects with a series of leg kicks to the staggered TLS, alternating legs the whole time. After about 6 kicks to each leg, Talon connects with a tremendous forearm shot to the jaw of TLS, sending him rolling back into the ring~
Hood: That bitch tricked him!
Smith: This isn't The Lost Soul that I remember from OCW's glory days.
Hood: What, a jobber? That's exactly what I remember, Smith, and I was drunk and high the majority of the time.
Smith: What's different from this time around?
Hood: Good point.
~Trying to capitalize on finally getting some offense in on The Lost Soul, Talon Young quickly gets on the apron, finding TLS returning slowly to his feet, dazed. TLS finally gets to his feet and is met with a springboard dropkick to the chin from Talon Young, re-entering the ring. Talon quickly gets to her feet and approaches TLS and raises him up to his feet. She backs him into the ropes and then sends him running towards the opposite side, she connects with a low dropkick to the knee of The Lost Soul, sending him down to one knee. Talon slowly approaches TLS, who is in obvious pain, holding onto the knee that Talon Young kicked. He tells her to stop and that he's not fighting her. Talon just smiles and issues a resounding open handed slap to the face of The Lost Soul. A fire starts to enter the eyes of TLS, but he shakes his head in a no motion and tells her once again that he's not fighting her~
Hood: What the fuck is this pussy doing?!
Smith: Maybe he has more respect for women than you do.
Hood: I respect all pussies!
Smith: My point exactly.
Hood: That's not derogatory! Just because I respect the pussy doesn't mean that I respect the bitch whose pussy is getting my dick wet!
Smith: Something about a man of your age saying that just disturbs me.
Hood: Good, maybe that will deter you from hitting on me then.
~Talon Young, still standing over The Lost Soul who is pleading his case to her, hears none of it and then slaps TLS once again on the face. This time the fire returns to his eyes and stays. Talon swings again with another slap but her wrist is caught by TLS who is visibly now angry. Talon Young getting a tinge of fear building up in her expression takes another attempt of a slap with her other hand, but TLS catches her other hand with his wrist right before impact. He makes his way to both of his feet staring a hole into a now fearful Talon Young, mouthing something to her the whole time. He quickly pulls her closer to him and switches his grip by placing both of her arms under his and repeatedly starts to headbutt Talon. After about 5 headbutts TLS then issues an overhead belly to belly suplex, sending the much lighter Talon Young flying to the other side of the ring~
Hood: Now this is what I'm talking about!
Smith: This does not look good for Talon Young.
Hood: Maybe he'll destroy her.
Smith: That looks like what he has the intentions of doing. He couldn't take anymore.
Hood: As long as he leaves me that nice ass of hers intact then I'm fine.
Smith: You disgust me.
Hood: Did you expect anything less?
~The fallen Talon Young is holding her back in pain as TLS slowly walks over to her with a terrifying look on his face, one of complete malice. He stands over his fallen opponent and slowly reaches down grabbing her hair and quickly jerking upwards, quickly bringing Talon Young to her feet. Still holding her hair, as Talon Young holds onto his hand her head arched back, TLS grabs her by her throat with his free hand, squeezing with all of his might. He releases her hair and now with both hands around her throat backs her into the corner, choking her all the while. The ref now goes in to break up the obvious choke but TLS won't stop. He continues choking her as the light slowly goes out of the eyes of Talon Young. TLS releases her right before she goes into dreamland. The Lost Soul follows up the choke with a quick slap to her face, trying to bring her back to the land of the living. He then whips her across the ring and into the other turnbuckle. TLS backs up against the opposite post and then takes off running and hits Talon Young in the midsection with a spear, almost breaking her in half. Talon falls face first to the mat~
Smith: Good Lord!! Did you just see that Hood?!
Hood: Of course I did! I'm hoping that he leaves the good pieces still. There's a market out there for Asians.
Smith: What do you mean?
Hood: Prostitution, what else could I mean?!
Smith: I should have known.
Hood: Stop stating the obvious, Smith. It's giving me a headache.
~The Lost Soul continues the offense, giving no time for the now battered Talon Young to rest, by picking her up to her feet, and sending her crashing back town to the mat with a short arm clothesline. TLS doesn't let go of Talon's arm though, and drags her back to her feet only to send her right back down to the mat with another short armed clothesline. TLS steps onto the outside of the ring, on the apron, reaching through the ropes and pulling up Talon Young to her feet. TLS locks her into a suplex position and lifts her high up into the air, he keeps her up in the air for about 15 seconds, showing off his power which isn't that much of a feat due to her minimal weight, only to drop her head first onto the apron with a brainbuster, the Soulbuster~
Smith: He had to have just killed her!!!
Hood: NNNOOOO!!!! That bastard!! REF! Make sure she's breathing! She's my ticket out of this shithole!
Smith: Show some compassion, Hood!
Hood: I am! Compassion for my fucking money tree!
~Both competitors are now obviously outside of the ring and TLS looks like he's not done with Talon Young yet. He picks up the lifeless body of Talon Young and drives her back down to the outside ground with a piledriver, sending her crashing headfirst into the concrete outside, opening up a brutal cut on the top of her head. TLS notices the open wound and starts an onslaught of punches to the wound, causing blood to get on his hand. He drops the brutalized Talon Young and wipes the blood that has accumulated on his hand on his face, a sadistic smile on it the whole time~
Hood: Nasty fucker!
Smith: Was she tested before the match?
Hood: I surely hope so! If she wasn't then that would ruin my masterplan!
Smith: We can't have that happening now can we?
~The obviously psychopathic Lost Soul picks up the bloodied Talon Young and tosses her in the ring. Wasting no time, The Lost Soul rolls into the ring himself and immediately locks in a sleeper hold and body scissors combo that he calls Bedtime Story. Talon Young, obviously already knocked out is completely lifeless as the ref calls for the bell and the match to be over~
Belvedere: Here is your winner...THE LOST SOUL!!!!!
Hood: Now someone get over here and make sure that bitch can pay me her pussy rent for the week!!
Smith: The things that come out of your mouth...
~The crowd suddenly reacts as Roach rushes down to the ring. Talon has exited the ring with TLS remaining. Roach slides in under the bottom rope and walks up into TLS’ face. TLS just stands there~
Smith: Uh oh, here we go!
Hood: I guess Roach isn’t done making an example out of The Lost Soul..he took the show of respect as a sign of disrespect.
Smith: There’s a first time for everything, I suppose.
~Roach shoves TLS. TLS staggers back but doesn’t react. He just stares at Roach. Roach looks puzzled and yells at TLS. He continues to get no response~
Smith: TLS is…well, he’s like a statue
Hood: I can see things haven’t changed, TLS is still weird as fuck.
~Roach reaches back and slugs TLS in the face with a stiff right hand. TLS’ head jerks to the right as he staggers into the ropes. He returns to an upright, standing position and turns his head back around, staring at Roach. He continues to remain motionless, refusing to retaliate. Roach appears very puzzled and exits the ring~
Smith: I think it’s fair to assume Roach has never run across someone like TLS in his wrestling career.
Hood: And I think it’s fair to assume the previous statement can be said about anyone who’s ever run across TLS.
~Roach grabs a steel chair near the announce table and enters the ring with it. He lifts it up, ready to strike TLS. TLS just stands there, staring at Roach. Roach looks back and goes to nail TLS…but he stops. Instead, he yells “Do Something!” “Have you lost your nerve??” “What the fuck is wrong with you!!” TLS continues to remain unresponsive. Roach finally discards the chair angrily and exits the ring. At first, as he exits, he looks extremely frustrated…however, he smiles and begins to laugh…convincing himself that TLS is insane and not worth his time. TLS remains in the ring before slowly exiting himself, continuing to remain emotionless~
Smith: Well, that was…umm…
Hood: Roach should have just annihilated TLS…I mean, seriously…what the fuck
Smith: I think that’s what TLS wanted…
Hood: Dude, bipolar 19 year old bitches on the rag are an easier read than TLS
Smith: Well, I wouldn’t know anything about that…however, I do know we’ve got blinkage!
~“Incredible” Ian Bishop is backstage doing some stretches for his match …as Brianna Casablancas, bruised up and walking with a VERY SLIGHT limp. He immediately turns around and chuckles to himself. She says nothing and just stares at him~
Bishop: You haven’t had enough yet?
~She just smiles at him with great wonder~
Bishop: ANSWER ME!
~He shrugs before decking her over and over again until she is on the gym floor. He still has a confident look on his face but also doesn’t know exactly what to make of her actions …or lack thereof. But as he turns his back to her, he can hear her singing again~
Casablancas: “And we can sing just like our fathers
Come on Eileen
~He shakes his head before stepping away from the woman he has beat up on several occasions now. Our video feed ends and we focus on the announce team~
Smith: Nothing like dealing with a little bit of crazy before your debut match in OCW.
Hood: No shit, that trick is trying to mind fuck him and it may be working…at least, it is on me…I want to choke a bitch!
Smith: Calm down, Hood…serenity now
~Pink and purple lights flash in a disco form as pink and purple spotlights come together towards center of the entrance. "Circus" Plays as Bobbinette Carey comes out wearing a pink long sleeve blouse with a light black blazer with a pair of matching pants she has on a pair of black Jimmy Choo's her hair is down around her face as she steps into the ring accepting the mic.~
Bobbinette: LETS get this EPIC night started off right! By now.. there has been a lot of talk and gossip about me my money and what role it will take here. That and the big question "Why"?
~The crowd is clapping and cheering anyway as she pauses and smiles brightly.~
Bobbinette: It all boils down to having Faith! Believing that OCW can be not only the epicness it once was BUT BETTER THAN THAT! That it can rise above and be restored further than what it was. Money is no object to help others achieve their dream.
~“The Godfather Waltz” by Smash hits and Mario Maurako walks out from behind the curtain but doesn’t approach the ring, as he appears to be keeping his distance from his PPV opponent.~
Mario Maurako: Cut the music, cut the music.
~Mario taps on the microphone, checking to make sure it’s on. He then forces a smile on his face as he looks down the aisle way at Bobbinette who is still in the ring. He waves at Bobbinette as he begins speaking.~
Mario Maurako: Hey, Bobbinette. Funny meeting you here. Now I know that we have a long treacherous history, but we don’t need to get into all of that and bore everyone. I’m here Bobbinette, to do what we should’ve done ages ago. I’m here to extend the olive branch. I’m here to invite you to join Bruno and myself. We are in a little “Open Enrolment” period and I’m inviting you into The Family.
~She stands there with her hand on her hip listening to Mario and starts laughing.~
Bobbinette: I Know about your “Family“...
~The crowd boos~
Bobbinette: I've been around your “Family“.. and you can take that "Olive branch" and shove it where the sun doesn't shine!
~The crowd bursts into cheers.~
Bobbinette: I'd be stupid to believe and accept any invitation a snake like you would offer!
~Mario smiles, but this time the smile is less cheesy and more sadistic looking. He then waves back towards the curtain and Bruno emerges pushing a wheel chair that has Bobbinette’s Chauffer Alton tied up to it. His arms are bound to the chair, as well as his legs and sternum.~
Mario Maurako: You see, I figured you wouldn’t accept that offer so I was prepared to raise the stakes yet again. Now Bobbbinette here is the new deal. Now, since you didn’t want to do things the easy way. Now I’m offering you the medium-hard way. Now you’re either going to forfeit your match with me at Resurrection and give me the Win and rightfully place Perfectly Marvelous in the Hall of Fame or else Alton here is going to have a much harder time driving you around everywhere.
Alton: Don’t do it Bobbi!
~Alton spits on Bruno and Bruno angrily pulls out a cloth and uses it to gag Alton.~
Bobbinette: He's right you are a Bully and as i told your pathetic ass numerous times before NO means no.
~Bobbinette's eyes widen as her smile fades and she looks on with anger. She jumps out of the ring. Mouthing the words "You son of a bitch" She looks under the apron of the ring for a chair.~
Bobbinette: If you lay one hand on him ..
~She stays outside the ring still trying to find a chair. When Mario snaps his fingers and points to Bruno. Bruno takes pulls out a hammer from the inside of his suit jacket. Alton’s eyes grow wide as Bruno takes the hammer and swings it down breaking the index finger on his left hand. Carey stops looking for a chair and just starts to run up the aisle but stops when she realizes she’s outnumbered by The Family. Mario smiles as Bruno goes to town breaking every single finger on both of Alton’s hands. With each swing of the hammer the crowd moans and Carey screams. Finally Bobbinette Carey falls to her knees in the aisle crying for innocent Chauffer. Bruno finishes up and Mario signals for him to head to the back.~
Mario Maurako: We could’ve done this the easy way Carey… you made me do this. This is on you!
~Mario shoves the wheel chair down the aisle and heads back through the curtain and Bobbinette Carey races down the aisle to console Alton.~
Smith: I cannot believe Mario’s actions the past month…this is not the Triple M I remember!
Hood: Probably because he dropped the Marvelous years ago..he’s no longer Triple M, dumbass
Smith: Well, I miss that guy…
Hood: Get the fuck over it
Smith: There’s only one way for me to move past what I just saw…another match! This one featuring Brianna’s new patient…Ian Bishop.
Hood: Been looking forward to this mutha fucka’s debut all week.
Smith: Do you seriously just curse to curse?
Hood: I could just say indeed all the time.
Smith: Indee…hey, wait a minute…let’s get down to ringside!
Hood: We’re sitting right there!
Smith: Old habits
Oh, I swear what he means (what he means)
At this moment you mean everything
You in that dress
My thoughts I confess
Verge on dirty
Oh, come on Eileen”
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is a triple threat elimination match! The Last man standing will be declared the winner. Introducing first, from Paris, France …standing at 6’1 and weighing in at 155 pounds …ANGELLE LAREE!
~“Living After Midnight” hits the P.A as Angelle comes out giving the fans the devil horns before slapping some high fives to her fans~
Smith: Angelle is already endearing herself to the OCW fans.
Hood: More like kissing their asses. What is her deal anyways?
Smith: She comes from Paris, France and is also a rock singer. But, and I think most importantly, she is also an experienced wrestler at the age of forty three.
Hood: She looks really FINE for a lady in her forties.
Smith: Are you into cougars now?
Hood: Right now I am if that piece of ass is in her forties.
Belvedere: And her opponent, from Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada …standing at 6’2 and weighing in at 235 pounds …”INCREDIBLE” IAN BISHOP!
~”Enigma Machine” by Dream Theater hits as Bishop comes out slapping his hands together as if he just took out the trash. Even though this is his first match, what he did last week at the end of Massacre was enough to get their hatred as they boo him. He ignores them as points to himself, letting them know that this match is all about him. He slides into the ring and shakes his head not taking Angelle Laree seriously AT ALL~
Hood: I REALLY like this. He joins the company knowing full well that he is behind everyone else who are trying to make an impression for the Central Title so comes out after the main event and lays out a person that he knows OCW management likes …and you saw the way Dean and Bobbinette reacted. I think they are going to choose him tonight.
Smith: That decision might depend how he does tonight in this triple threat match. You have to believe that Dean is watching.
Hood: I think the fact that he has laid out Brianna three times now is enough to prove that he deserves the title shot.
Smith: I have to admit that he has a whole lot of cajones to be as hell bent to make an impression that he already has.
Belvedere: And their opponent, from New Jersey …standing at 5’8 and weighing in at 225 pounds …RICHARD!
~“In too Deep” by Sum 41 plays as Richard comes out to a fairly good reaction. He raises his arm and gets an applause. He slides into the ring as Ian and Angelle stare him down~
Smith: Richard is once again trying to pull out a win here.
Hood: …this guy is definitely on a losing streak and he is getting in the ring with two hungry athletes that are both looking to get their first wins tonight.
Smith: We might see an upset from Richard tonight.
Hood: Shut up. The match is about to start.
Smith: You realize that our job is talk during the match right?
~The bell rings as three athlete begin circling each other. Ian is the first to make a move as he lunges at both of them double clothesline. Ian immediately pulls Richard up and nails him with a belly to black Suplex. He notices Laree coming to and pulls her up with a Fireman’s carry nailing her on the mat. He goes back to Richard and hits him with a German Suplex …but he keeps it locked in and gives a second but right as he is going to give a third he spies Laree coming to he lets go of Richard …and immediately goes to her and lands that third German suplex on her. He quickly locks in an ankle lock on Laree and she begins to struggle~
Smith: Ian is putting on quite the clinic in the early goings of this match.
Hood: I told you he wasn’t just hype and he might be making Angelle tap out right here and right now.
Smith: That would certainly put a damper on her debut but it she isn’t anywhere near those ropes.
~Before she can tap though, Richard nails him with what looks like a buzzsaw kick to the back of his head. Ian releases the hold, more annoyed than hurt, and goes to work on Richard with a headbutt. He then nails him with a backbreaker. Angelle is back up and springboards off of the ropes and goes for a hurricanrana …but Ian catches it and reverses it into another back better as the crowd gives and “OOOOF” as her back collides with his knee. Richard charges at him …BUT Ian counters it with an irish whip to the turnbuckle. He then whips Laree into Richard. He then hits a corner splash on both of them as Laree falls to the mat …leaving Richard leaning on the turnbuckle. Ian hits another big corner splash that sends Richard to the mat next to Laree~
Smith: Wow, now we know why he calls himself Incredible.
Hood: Have you ever met a man who lived up to his nickname as much as Ian Bishop has?
Smith: Not for a very long time, but it is still early in the match.
~He immediately puts Richard in a sleeper hold trying to take him out early …but just as it looks like Richard is fading, Angelle Laree dropkicks Richard into Ian that sends his back colliding with the turnbuckle and dropping Richard. Laree follows up with a corner shoulder block onto Ian. She pulls him forward and hits a spinning heel kick …that he ducks …but Richard nails him with a spinning heel kick of his own. Laree is off the ropes and hits Bishop with a running senton. Richard follows up with an elbow drop to Bishop’s chest~
Smith: Smart thinking here by Laree and Richard in joining forces to take Bishop out in the early going here.
Hood: That should have been there plan all along when they knew they would be stepping into the ring with Mr. Incredible.
Smith: I don’t think he will be too happy with you calling him a name of a Pixar character.
Hood: Your right. I want to stay on Ian’s good side.
~Richard quickly goes for a pinfall on Bishop~
1!
2!
…Bishop kicks out.
Smith: That teamwork almost paid off but Ian kicks out.
Hood: Looks like those fools need to try harder to get Ian Bishop out of the match.
~Bishop comes too but Laree sends him back down with a spear and Richard follows up with a shift kick to his head …okay, he only scraped the head but it looked cool. The two irish whip into the turnbuckle. They grab him and put him on the top turnbuckle in avalanche position. The two then proceed to nail him with a double superplex in the middle of the ring~
Hood: That was brutal! But it still takes two people to take the Incredible Hunk down.
Smith: Now, I KNOW he’d hate you calling him that …and you really think he is a hunk?
Hood: No …I …um …I was just trying to be clever.
Smith: How is that working out for you?
Hood: Not too great right now.
~Laree gets back to her feet and looks like she is going to attempt a pin on Ian …but Richard goes to attack her. She senses this and nails him with a BRUTAL SUPERKICK RIGHT TO HIS CHIN! She quickly goes to cover Richard and the ref makes the count~
1!
2!
3!
Belvadere: RICHARD HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
Hood: You have to question Richard’s common sense there as it probably would have been more intelligent to take out Ian first instead of betraying Laree.
Smith: He just paid for it as he is now eliminated from this triple threat match. But fortunately for Laree they did a lot of damage on Bishop. All she would have to do is pin him most likely.
Hood: That looks exactly what she is doing.
~As Richard crawls out of the ring, Angelle hooks the leg of Ian Bishop~
1!
2!
…Ian kicks out.
Hood: That was a good try by Laree but if we have learned anything, it is that you have to be at the top of your game to stand toe to toe with Ian.
Smith: Hey, let us give Angelle some credit here. She has been pretty great once she was able to get off her back and into the air.
Hood: I have to admit the way she took charge over Richard to take Ian down was very impressive.
~Angelle starts hitting Ian with lefts and rights as he rises to his feet. She then bounces off the ropes and goes for a flying cross body …that IAN CATCHES! He then follows up with T-Bone Suplex to Angelle that lays her out. He pulls her up and hits her with another backbreaker but he keeps it locked in and hits a second backbreaker and finally lands a third that lays her out. But as he starts taking it to her, there is a stir in the crowd …as the cameras pan to Brianna Casablancas limping down to the ring still with that wide smile on her face~
Hood: What is that bitch doing out her?
Smith: I am beginning to believe that she literally has a death wish here.
Hood: Bitches be crazy …but this bitch seems to be extra crazy.
Smith: You still would though, wouldn’t you?
Hood: Of course I would. She might be crazy, but I’m not.
~Brianna gets up on the apron and stares at Ian with her smile as he works on Angelle. He notices her but quickly dismisses her. The ref tries to get her off the apron and she does as he asks. Ian throws Angelle into the turnbuckle and then smashes her head into it. He then puts her in a sleeper hold as she struggles against him. With Angelle in the hold, he looks at Brianna as she hasn’t taken her eyes off him …and the smile never wanted~
Bishop: This is going to be you!
~Brianna doesn’t react and just continues to stare at him. But Laree pushes herself backwards making him collide with the turnbuckle and breaking the hold. She quickly springboards off the top rope and hits him with a hurricanrana that finally connects. As he is getting back to his knees …Angelle NAILS him with a beautiful shining wizard. With him on the ground, she is off the middle rope with a springboard moonsault. She hooks the leg~
1!
2!
…Ian kicks out!
Smith: Angelle almost had that one. Her performance thus far might very well be some good evidence for Dean to choose her for the Central title match.
Hood: OVER WHAT WE HAVE SEEN IAN DO AT THE BEGINNING OF THE MATCH? I think not.
Smith: You know he can choose both or neither as well …you know that right?
Hood: It probably depends on this match right here and how well each performance is. So far this match has been a show stealer.
Smith: I have to agree with you there. These two have both put on an amazing match so far …with Richard getting his licks in as well.
~Angelle goes for another super kick BUT Ian catches it and uses the leg to flip her over and onto the mat. He looks back to Brianna only to find that she is on the apron again just staring at him. He rushes to her and knocks her off the apron~
Smith: And once again Ian assaults Brianna. Is she a glutton for punishment or something?
Hood: He has every right to knock her off the apron. She shouldn’t have been on there in the first place. She shouldn’t be out here.
Smith: Just like he shouldn’t have attacked her after her match last week.
Hood: That was after the bell. This is different.
~Right after Ian shoves Brianna off the apron …Angelle immediately rolls him up for a school boy pin~
1!
2!
…Ian Kicks out!
Smith: And Angelle once again ALMOST gets that pinfall on Ian.
Hood: It wouldn’t have happened if that crazy shrink didn’t try to distract Ian.
Smith: Or this Angelle Laree is more talented than you or Bishop give her credit.
~She pulls him up and goes for a Laree DDT but he ducks out of it at the last minute. He then kicks her in the gut and pulls her up for his brutal finisher “The Incredible Drop.” She holds her up for ten seconds then lays her out with that brutal brain buster that seems to have her completely out now. He immediately goes for the pin~
1!
2!
3!
~DING DING DING~
Belvadere: Here is your winner …”INCREDIBLE” IAN BISHOP!!!!!
Smith: Angelle put up a GREAT fight but at the end of the day, apparently Ian Bishop was just too INCREDIBLE FOR HER!
Hood: But one has to wonder now if that this win is going to be enough to show President Dean that he is worthy enough to be in the Central title match at Resurrection. I think so. He not only survived two individuals but Brianna Casablancas …well …staring at him. You have to wonder what her strategy is here.
Smith: And here she is again …albeit slowly with a limp.
Hood: She is going to ruin his Incredible victory celebration now too?
~As Ian celebrates, Brianna slides into the ring with the enthusiasm never leaving her face. She stares at Ian as he looks back at her just wondering what the hell is she doing …and how can she still be standing? She smiles at her and raises her arms out in crucifix position …as if to say “go ahead and do it.” ~
Hood: Okay, this bitch is certifiable.
Smith: Why is she going to let him just beat her. Doesn’t she know she has a match coming up?
~Ian shrugs and then kicks her in the gut before irish whipping her into the turnbuckle. He then hits her with a clothesline in the corner. He quickly then pulls her back up for ANOTHER Incredible Drop! She is laid out in the middle of the ring as he smiles and gets booed by the fans in attendance~
Hood: And that has got to have her out for the night. I can’t see her being able to smile at anyone for the rest of the week.
Smith: That is funny because it seems as if she is smiling as she lay in the middle of the ring.
Hood: So this is her idea of “evening the score?”
Smith: I guess so.
~As Ian walks back to the curtain …suddenly a slow and beat up voice begins singing over the p.a. Ian looks back to see that Belvadere is holding the microphone to Brianna as she lay almost paralyzed in the ring. He looks more concerned now as she sings to him~
Casablancas: “Come on Eileen, too-rye-aye
Say, come on Eileen
Hood: I hate that early 80’s ska crap!
Smith: Yeah, Brianna might not have the best strategy here.
Hood: but she does have a lovely singing voice.
~Ian turns his back to her while trying not to let this horribly confusing strategy get to him~
Smith: He’s starting to crack!
Hood: No he’s not…the dude is solid as Barack
Smith: Not touching that one…and the blinking iPad saves me from having to comment…it looks like we’ve got a video feed from one of our newest members.
~The video feed starts as our view reveals MJ who was combing her fingers through the unnaturally orange and red locks. Her other hand is hiding itself into her black vest. MJ drops her hand to pick at her hole filled skinny jeans while she turns to look up. She wouldn't be in the ring this week but hopefully next week she would be. Her fate would be a simple interview just so the other competitors and viewers can meet her. MJ looks excited. Her brows furrow together when the room grows silent. Her eyes slowly glance over to her interviewer. A smile creeps on her lips~
MJ Bell: Uh, hello?
~The interviewer is none other than Skytz himself. His eyes go wide when he catches a glimpse of the female known as MJ Bell. A grin widens itself across his sly features as he smooths out his mustache~
Skytz: Welcome to OCW Monday Night Massacre and my special segment “Skeetin with Skytz”, MJ.
Come on Eileen, too-rye-aye
Now you're full grown
Now you have shown
Oh, Eileen
These things they are real and I know
How you feel
Now I must say more than ever
Things round here have changed
I say, too-ra-loo-ra, too-ra-loo-rye-aye”
~Skytz stands up from his seat near the coffee table in front of him. He reaches his hand out to shake with hers but instead he pulls her in for a hug cutting off her words~
MJ Bell: It's a pleasure to be here--
~Her posture seems to stiffen. Anyone could see the uncomfortable expression that was on MJ's face. She lightly pats his back before she pushes her hand to his chest to separate the two of them. He eyes seem to glance down at her cleavage just before she takes a few steps backwards to lower herself into the chair across from him with her arms folding tightly over her chest. She eye brows lift waiting for him to ask her a question~
Skytz: Let me start off by saying, you are much sexier in person.
~Before MJ has a chance to make a comment, Skytz continues speaking~
Skytz: Now for the tough questions. What do you plan to do now that you've arrived here in OCW, MJ?
~Her lips turn upwards at one corner in a half smile~
MJ: Is that even a question? What is anyone doing here? To be the best. Simple. I'm here to chew gum and kick ass.
~She shrugs her shoulders but giggles at her own joke. MJ coughs awkwardly to stop her own laughter~
Skytz: And you can kick my ass any day. Anyway, let's move on. You say you're here to be the best, but that also means you have to beat the best. You know how the saying goes. How will your boyfriend feel about you knowingly putting yourself in such dangerous situations?
~A smirk, that matches his own, seems to break across her features. She leans forward in the chair with her arms pressing to the sides of the chair next to her legs~
MJ Bell: I don't have a boyfriend but if I did, it wouldn't matter. I don't care who I have to face, how many times I get the shit kicked out of me but I will be the best in the end. Count on that.
Skytz: Well, MJ, in that case, I guess I'l have to start a new line of questioning. What do you say I take you out and give you a proper welcoming party tonight?
~MJ smirks transforms into a grimace as she stands up. She walks over to him and leans in close~
MJ Bell: Kick your ass anytime, right?
~Her fist reels back so it lines up with the side of her head before she punches him straight in the lower jaw. Stykz bends forward to rub his, no doubt, sore jaw~
MJ Bell: That's all your getting from me, 'sweetheart'. Come get me if you want some more.
~She rubs her knuckles with the other hand and turns to walk out of the room. The video feed comes to an end and we focus back on the announce team~
Smith: I like her spirit…she popped sleazy Skytz pretty good there.
Hood: He’s not THAT sleazy
Smith: Oh bee-ess!
Hood: What can I do to ensure you never say that phrase again?
Smith: Cease saying things that are totally ridick!
Hood: Never thought I’d say this…but thank the sky above that your stupid little iPad is blinking!
Smith: Oooohhh!!
~We start a video feed which shows Gavin Reed walking through a corridor in the high school, phone in his hand barely paying attention to where he was going, probably on his way back to Dean’s office, he trips over the foot of someone leaning on the wall. He stops to say sorry to the owner of the foot, and recoiled slightly~
Danny B: “Hi Gavin, what’s the matter? You look like you’ve seen a ghost!”
Gavin: “I…”
Danny B: “Oh you blubbering idiot, shut up a second. Look, I know you’ve taken a bit of offence to my actions last week, I just wanna say, there is no hard feelings, you got involved in the wrong place.”
Gavin: “I had to Danny, you were attacking a non-wrestler.”
Danny: “Didn’t I tell you to shut up? Dunno if its escaped your notice, but until next week I’m not active either. Nah of course not, you know better than that, you’re a smarter man than that aren’t you?”
Gavin: “I would say I am.”
~Reed’s confidence seemed to be growing as he now faced up to Danny B~
Danny: “Careful, you may spill into your big boy pants if you stretch too much.”
Gavin: “What are you even doing here Danny?”
Danny: “Well, I’m here to find out if it’s worth me showing up next week, considering the main reason I came to this place has now vanished, I have no real reason to be here. So why should I show up next week?”
Gavin: “You know, I don’t think anyone would mind if you didn’t.”
Danny: “Yeah, you think so? Well guess what I am going to sort this one out for myself. See you later mate.”
~Danny stands up from the wall, slaps Gavin playfully across the face a couple of times before walking away, towards the ring. Gavin composes himself and walks the other way, looking over his shoulder curiously. The video feed comes to an end as we focus back on the announce team~
Smith: Danny B is in the building!
Hood: And, as usual, he’s looking to piss people off
~“Valentine” by Xandria blared out from the high school PA, cutting Smith off in his tracks as Danny B for the first time ever walks out from the curtain, he walks down to the ring, ignoring each and every jeering fan as he goes, he takes himself a microphone and turns to speak~
Smith: He certainly didn’t waste any time!
Hood: Hell no he didn’t!
~Danny begins to speak~
Danny: “Thank you all for that warm and welcome response. I know you all have been counting down the days until next week when I finally get into the ring here and take over, as the most dominant champion in the history of this company. Well I am here to say that the scenario may not take place.
Not because I am not the best here, we all know I am, sorry Mario, that title goes to me. But the question I have been asking myself is, is this really worth it here? See in the time that I have been here and shown myself to be available for work I have had offers left right and centre, and I wondering if they would be that much more fun for me.
So here is what I am getting at this time, I want for this piece of ass fed to prove that they can handle the best star of all time. I have been in too many feds that claim to be able to handle my caliber of star, and have proved themselves to be a bunch of morons that can hardly handle their own dongs.
Dean seems to have his head screwed on, but he is too busy bending over and spreading his cheeks for his bloody investors.
You know what really sucks about the whole investor thing? I offered him the money he needed for nothing more than a twenty per cent return, he wouldn’t have needed that drooping old Italian, and within a month he would have been able to get a slot in Madison Square Garden, but that isn’t the way he wanted to do things, he didn’t wanna owe me money. Idiot.
So down to brass tax then, I know I am not going to be in the Central championship match at Resurrection, but I plan on stealing the show anyways, because simply whoever ends up in that match will not be living up to me.
So here it is, next week I make my highly anticipated in ring debut, and I am challenging ANYONE to step up and try and take me down. But on my turf.
Next week whoever will take me on will do it in style, and for the first time since this place opened, whoever is stupid enough to face me will do so in a tables match! I’ll be waiting.”
~‘Valentine’ plays again as Danny rolls over the top rope, landing on his feet on the floor, jumps into the crowd, and walks straight out the building, a minute later the almighty roar of whatever supercar Danny had brought with him screams through the open doors of the gym as Danny B rolls out~
Smith: The always modest, Danny B
Hood: I’m just glad the guy is finally going to wrestle.
Smith: We’ll see if he can back up all this talk! iPad time!
~A video clip begins of backstage where Dean is writing notes underneath Ian Bishop’s name. Rain suddenly enters. He has removed his mask and the expression on his face shows his frustration~
Dean: Nice match out there, sucka…good effort, maybe you’ll get them next week.
Rain: Forget next week…I want a rematch…I can beat him, Dean. I know it…give me a one on one match with that guy and I will show what I’m capable of. Just give me another shot…
~Dean looks into Rain’s eyes and can tell he’s serious. Always a believer in second chances, he decides to grant Rain his wish~
Dean: Alright, sucka…next week…
~Suddenly, Damian Payne bursts into the office and begins to assault Rain! Rain tries fighting back, but Payne caught him by surprise. Payne beats down on Rain as Rain falls to one knee. Dean rushes in and shoves Payne off of Rain. Dean glares at Payne angrily~
Dean: Seriously? You just bust up in here beating people up…in MY office? Or, well, temporary office…who the hell do you think you are?
Damian Payne: The question that should be asked is whether or not you know who you’re talking to.
Dean: I know exactly who I’m talking to…the sucka who’s going to face Rain one on one at Resurrection…can you dig that, fool?
Damian Payne: I can handle double duty…it will be a nice warm up before my Central Championship match.
Dean: Sucka, there ain’t no double duty…you’re booked against Rain meaning…well, do the math, bitch.
~Damian Payne does not like the news he just received. Before he can protest, Rain jumps on him and unloads with lefts and rights. Dean shoves them out of his office as they continue to brawl outside of the locker room. Dean wipes his brow once they are gone. Our feed ends and we focus back on the announce team~
Smith: Big news, Hood! Damian Payne will face Rain, one on one at Resurrection!
Hood: Is that following Ian Bishop and Zeus, I guess?
Smith: Perhaps!
Hood: At least it won’t have much to top
Smith: Well it seems like it's time for another triple threat match.
Hood: Why couldn't Dean just put these as singles matches?
Smith: He wants to make things exciting here in the OCW!
Hood: Well with nutjobs like Brianna Casablancas in these matches it's exciting enough, crazy bitch talks to a fucking chair!
Smith: Well I'm not going to argue with you about that.
Hood: The other thing is that all of these mother fuckers think that I know who the fuck they are! Do they not understand that I don't pay attention to shitty wrestling, their old bosses must have had a few screws loose too to pay them all of that money to get the type of lifestyles that they have now.
Smith: Well they risk their lives and bodies for the pleasure of the audience, so I would assume being well compensated for something like that is just natural.
Hood: I wouldn't pay hardly any of them $10 per show, on their best days...piece of shits....
Belvedere: The next match will be an elimination triple threat! First, making his way to the ring at this time and weighin in at 231lbs, standing at 6'2"..."THE MESSIAH OF MAYHEM" NOAH MACKENZIE!!!
~"Drag The Waters" by Pantera blares through the gymnasium as out walks Noah Mackenzie to resounding cheers, the OCW fans apparently like him quite a bit. Noah smirks as he makes his way to the ring, already ready for action. He enters and backs up to a corner, ready to take on his opponents~
Smith: Quite an ovation for the Messiah of Mayhem!
Hood: Another two bit jobber that doesn't even deserve to grace the same stage as the legends in this business like Scott Syren or Scorpion!
Smith: What about Silverfreak?
Hood: That crazy mother fucker? i just tolerated him because he was friends with Syren...fuck that guy though.
Smith: Strong words Hoodsie.
Hood: Of course they're strong words! I talk in all truths! Truths I say!!
Smith: Yeah....ok....
Belvedere: Introducing next, from sunny Jacksonville, Florida, weighing in at 205lbs...JARED BLACK!!!
~"Ties that Bind" by Alter Bridge kicks in as out walks Jared Black to a minimal response. As Jared Black makes his way to the ring the crowd starts to cheer as Noah Mackenzie starts the action early by flying off of the ropes witha springboard somersault clothesline to the outside, taking Jared Black down in the process~
Smith: Noah Mackenzie couldn't wait for the bell! It looks like he's ready to get this match underway.
Hood: Yawn. Jobber versus jobber versus jobber, wake me up when the real action begins.
Smith: Are you going to take another one of your infamous naps?
Hood: I would already be asleep if you weren't talking so damn loud. Now sssshhhhh.
Smith: Why did I ever come back?
Hood: You tell me! I've been asking myself that same question for weeks now.
~The action continues as Noah Mackenzie makes his way back to his feet after he sacrificed his body for the opening move. He picks up a helpless Jared Black and rolls him back into the ring and follows his opponent. The ref rings the bell, unsure if this is the right move for him to make but he strugs in a "fuck it" motion and lets the action start. Noah Mackenzie starts his offense as soon as he gets in the ring and picks up Jared Black and sets him up for a belly to back suplex but lifts Black up and spins him around and drives Jared down to the mat with an amazing omega driver. The Messiah of Mayhem quickly follows up the move with a pin attempt. The ref obliges...~
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3!!!
Belvedere: Jared Black has been eliminated!
Smith: Oh my God! Noah Mackenzie has made fast work out of Jared Black with the Fade to Black even before Brianna Casablancas has gotten to the ring!
Hood: Whoopty fucking do! Can't you see that I'm trying to sleep over here?
Smith: And can't you see that I'm trying to work over here?
Hood: Well work quieter! Have some respect for Christ's sake!
Smith: Nobody likes you Hood.
Hood: Well apparently you do or you wouldn't be here week after week.
Smith: I like you just about as much as I like seeing Dean's penis.
Hood: That's disturbing that you like me that much, now quiet!
~Noah Mackenzie raises his arms up in the air to his side in a "lets go" motion, awaiting his next opponent to come out from the back. He doesn't have to wait too long as "Stokholme Syndrom" by Muse bursts through the speakers that are setup in the gymnasium and out walks Brianna Casablancas to another roaring response from the audience in attendance~
Belvedere: And the last competitor in the match, now making her way to the ring weighing in at 126lbs...BRIANNA CASABLANCAS!!!
Hood: Here comes that crazy cunt.
Smith: I thought you were asleep.
Hood: I was trying to be but your incessant heavy breathing through your headset is keeping me away. It sounded like you were jerking off!
Smith: I was doing no such thing! And aren't you happy that we have these now?
Hood: I want to know how much drugs Dean had to sell to come up with these headsets.
Smith: I'm sure that he doesn't sell drugs, Hood.
Hood: Really? Have you seen his skin tone?
Smith: Well that was racist...
Hood: But it's a fair assumption.
~Brianna Casablancas has now made her way to the ring and climbs in as Noah Mackenzie stands there awaiting his next opponent. The crowd is in a semi uproar as two of the most promising superstars here in the OCW are about to face off for the first time. Noah wastes no time as he walks up to Brianna and extends his hand in a handshake. Brianna hesitates, already in a position much like this one a couple of weeks ago. Sensing that there is no ill-intent she makes the handshake with Mackenzie. Mackenzie tries to let go and turn back to his corner, but Casablancas has other plans and keeps ahold of his hand and whips him into the ropes. Noah bounces off as Casablancas leap frogs him, but Noah stops quickly behind her and sets her up for another belly to back suplex, obviously looking to make quick work out of her with another Fade to Black. He lifts her up but Casablancas is much to quick and flips over him. She pushes is back and sends him chest first into the ropes, he bounces off only to be met with a stiff forearm shot to the small of his back. Casablancas gets a hand in his tights and sends him chest first again to the ropes, pulling him back with extra forces and connects with another forearm shot to the small of his back~
Hood: Brianna! This is no place for you to try to cop a feel!
Smith: I don't think she's doing that Hood.
Hood: Then explain why she has her hand in the back of his tights!
Smith: It's called leverage Hood.
Hood: Well I call it a reach around!
~Brianna doesn't stop with the offense and quickly spins Noah around, but Noah capitalizes and hits a tremendous discus clothesline, nearly decapitating Brianna Casablancas. Noah senses an opportunity and follows up the discus clothesline, picking up his now fallen opponent. He sends her right back down to the mat with a powerful body slam near the center of the ring. He runs up against the ropes, jumping over Brianna and headstands into the opposite ropes bringing his legs up against them, his legs bounce off, giving Noah more momentum as his feet plant firmly back onto the mat as he leaps up and backwards into a moonsault connecting on Casablancas. He quickly hooks the leg and goes for the pin...~
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NO!
~Brianna kicks out as Noah is ready to see if he can capitalize and continue his offense~
Smith: this match seems to be anyone's ballgame, Hoodsie.
Hood: I'm bored. Can I go home yet?
Smith: If you want to, I won't stop you.
Hood: Good, see you later!
Smith: But I'm sure if you want your special "treats" that I got you, you will stay to the end of the show...
Hood: What kind of treats?
Smith: Well it's a white powdery substance if that tells you anything...
Hood: YAY! Cocaine!! My fave!!!
~He picks up Casablancas and whips her in to the turnbuckle. Mackenzie charges in and connects with a body splash, dazing Brianna. He whips her into the other corner and charges in once again but before Brianna connects with the corner she performs a handstand of her own on the top rope as Mackenzie stops himself short of connecting sternum first into the turnbuckle. Brianna pushes off with her upper body strength and connects with a front dropkick to the back of Noah Mackenzie, now sending him sternum first into the turnbuckle. She quickly capitalizes and gets to her feet, hooking her arms around the waist of Noah Mackenzie. She slings him over her head with a German suplex, sending Mackenzie crashing down to the mat. Using her flexibility she holds onto Noah, flipping herself up and now sits on his legs and bridges backwards for the pin attempt...~
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NO!
~Mackenzie slides out of pin~
Smith: The Messiah of Mayhem almost was taken out there by Brianna Casablancas.
Hood: Almost beat by a girl...how embarassing!
Smith: I'm sure you wouldn't last two minutes in the ring with Casablancas.
Hood: I'm sure you're right, I would last for maybe fifteen seconds...two pumps and a bearhug.
Smith: Well I'm glad that you're setting lofty expectations for yourself going from one pump and a bearhug to two...
~Casablancas quickly gets to her feet and waits close by the ropes for Noah Mackenzie to get to his feet. He slowly does and she runs against the ropes and bounces off and leaps up, landing facing forward on Mackenzie's shoulders, looking for a hurricarana, but Mackenzie uses his size to his advantage and pushes her up and back over his head towards the turnbuckle, hoping that she smacks the top buckle with her head but she doesn't. Instead she lands gracefully on the second turnbuckle and quickly looks back as Noah quickly turns around as well. She leaps off turning back towards her opponent and looks to connect with a kick to Mackenzie's head but he avoids it, side stepping her. Brianna lands on her feet after the failed kick attempt, only to be taken right off of them with a quick superkick to the chin of Casablancas.~
Smith: Noah Mackenzie just used Brianna's Super EGO Kick against her!!
Hood: Oh yay!! Goodie goodie!
Smith: Do you have to be such a prick?
Hood: Yes. That's why Dean hired me in the first place...duh...
Smith: Can I have him fire you?
Hood: You can try, I've tried to get him to fire me for years, but to no avail....
~Instead of going for the cover, the Messiah of Mayhem senses an opportunity and goes to the outside, scaling the to the top rope. Noah Mackenzie leaps off the top rope with a shooting star-like maneuver and overextends and comes down with a leg drop, but Brianna Casablancas moves at the last second, sending Mackenzie down to the mat, ass first. The pain is obvious on his face. Casablancas gets to her feet, as Mackenzie is stil in obvious pain, in a sitting position, she runs and bounces off against the ropes that Mackenzie is looking at and then connects with a beautiful shining wizard that echoes through the gym. She follows it up with a quick pin attempt...~
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3! NO!
~Noah kicks out at the last second~
Smith: I thought she had him there!!
Hood: Huh? What?
Smith: Did you doze off?
Hood: Sure did...now leave me alone so I can go back to sleep.
~Brianna, showing a tinge of frustration on her face, moves the still dazed Mackenzie close to the turnbuckle, sideways. She then scales the top turnbuckly her self and leaps off, looking for a 630 splash, the Synaptic Space, but Mackenzie wasn't as dazed as she thought, moving out of Brianna's way, but moving too soon as Brianna corrects herself and lands on her feet. Mackenzie is alread on his feet though and quickly locks Casablancas in another belly to back position, looking for another Fade to Black omega driver, but once again Casablancas flips over his head, landing on her feet. The Messiah of Mayhem turns around to only be met with a Super EGO Kick right to the chin. Brianna Casablancas dives down on top of Mackenzie hooking the leg for a pin...~
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3!!!
Belvedere: Here is your winner...BRIANNA CASABLANCAS!!!!!
Smith: What an amazing sequence there by those two competitors!
Hood: Huh? What? Is it over?
Smith: It sure is Hoodsie, Casablancas took home the win!
Hood: Good, maybe I can take her home now.
Smith: Doubtful. I'm sure that if you have any chance of taking Brianna home, it would only be for a therapy session and you don't have the money for her rate.
Hood: Oh really? A "therapy" session?! Is that what they're calling it now? Maybe I can have Dean front me some money so I can pay for "therapy".
Smith: Disgusting...just plain disgusting...
~Brianna is in the middle of the ring after her match and looking like she is seriously out of energy now. But as she is on her knees in the ring, “Incredible” Ian Bishop comes down to the ring with a smile on his face~
Smith: What is he doing out here now? Hasn’t he done enough to her?
Hood: He has kicked her ass all night because she let him. How should this be any different?
Smith: I cannot believe she lasted through that whole match after all of the beatings she has taken at the hands of Ian this evening COMBINED with the one she took last week as well.
Hood: Don’t forget the one she is about to get.
~Ian steps into the ring, checking out his prey. He pulls her up by the hair, getting ready to hit her with the Incredible Drop once more … but he doesn’t see is what she has grabbed out of her top. He lets go of her hair AS SHE NAILS HIM WITH A HARD RIGHT …that sends him directly to the ground and busts him open as there is a huge cheer from the crowd~
Smith: What the hell, is she fighting back now?
Hood: Not only that but that was one hell of a punch.
Smith: I think she might have had a performance enhancer there.
~She looks down at Ian with the brass knucks on her left fist and she gives him that delightful smile. And she says “POSSUM!” Before landing a swift buzz saw kick to him. She then takes him and irish whips him out of the ring. She slides out and nails him with a baseball slide that sends him backwards. She nails him AGAIN with the brass knucks but this time in the forehead. She drops the knucks as this time she hits him with a spinning heel kick that sends him back down to the gym floor~
Smith: Was all of this an attempt to lure him into a false sense of security? Was this part of her plan?
Hood: I have no idea but it looks like she is now FINALLY taking it to Ian right here and right now.
Smith: And it seems as if she is going under the ring now. What could she possibly be looking for?
~She pulls out a table and her chair with idris Elba’s head taped to it~
Hood: There is some weird crap under that ring. She had to have planted a majority of those things.
Smith: BUT LOOK! SHE HAS BROUGHT IDRIS WITH HER AFTERALL!
Hood: What is the deal with her and that chair.
Smith: Well, Ian has his theories about that.
Hood: It seems like he is about to meet Idris face to face right now!
~Brianna nails him with the chair right over his cranium before nailing in the back with it as well. She then slams the edge of the chair into his ribs. She once again slams Idris over his head. She drops the chair and heads to the folded up table. She has that huge smile on her face the whole time she performs this onslaught on him. Ian gets back up to his feet, because he is quite the Incredible athlete …but Brianna slams the edge of the table into his head. She takes the table to the farside of the gym where the basketball hoop is. She begins to set it up as the crowd goes crazy~
Hood: What exactly does she have planned here?
Smith: I have no idea but it can’t be pretty. Whatever she is doing she should probably hurry it up before Ian is back up and ready to kick her ass.
Hood: Possum or not, she has taken one hell of beating all night and definitely shows.
~With the table finally set up underneath the basketball hoop in the gym, she limps back to where Ian is getting back to his feet. She grabs Idris once more and swings at Ian …BUT HE DUCKS. He then goes for a boot, but she ducks that, tosses the chair at him and hits Bri Blancinator (Or Van Damninator if you will). This sends him back down to the gym floor. She grabs her chair once more and slams it over his cranium to keep him out. She drags him over to the table and lays him out on it …she struggles doing so for a few seconds because of how depleted she is and the size disadvantage. But she manages to him laid out on it. She then climbs up onto the table herself~
Smith: What is the plan here? Is she going to slam him through it? I don’t think that will work out so well.
Hood: No …I think I know what she is doing here …AND SHE IS NUTS.
~She uses the table as leverage to jump up and grab onto the basketball hoop. She proceeds to pull herself up to it and then positions herself on top of it …as the crowd goes CRAZY FOR WHAT THEY MIGHT SEE HERE!~
Smith: NO! She isn’t going to do what I think she is going to do.
Hood: I think she is …giving credence to the theory that she might be damn near insane.
~Brianna looks down at Ian as her smile widens. She then looks over at the crowd as she stands up ontop of the hoop. She yells out cheers BEFORE JUMPING OFF THE BASKETBALL HOOP AND LANDING A 630 SPLASH INTO IAN BISHOP SMASHING THE TABLE IN TWO!~
Hood: NO WAY! DID WE JUST SEE THAT?
Smith: I THINK WE DID BUT I THINK BOTH ARE DEAD NOW!
Hood: Somebody bring them some medical attention.
Smith: It looks like it damaged Brianna just as much as it did Ian there.
~“HOLY SHIT!” chants ring out throughout the whole gymnasium as both Brianna and Ian are laid out ontop of the broken table. Security comes to help them and they are even able to retrieve a stretcher. After a minute or so goes by …the cameras focus on barely conscious Brianna, still with smile on face, who slowly drags herself to Ian. She, with the ONLY energy she has left, begins to sing into his ear~
Casablancas: “These people round here
~She then collapses back down over his chest as the security and other officials try getting both of them on the cheap stretchers that they could afford~
Smith: Unbelievable!! Those two need immediate medical attention!
Hood: I’m sure Dean is absolutely loving two of his brightest young stars murdering each other over Come on Eileen.
Smith: It is a good song.
Hood: Only when you’re drunk at a bar with a bunch of chicks...that’s the ONLY appropriate time for song.
Smith: Oh, come on Hoodlene!
Hood: Holy mother of fuck you are a douche bag.
Smith: It’s iPad time and from another new OCW superstar...this one comes from Japan!
~The scene cuts to video feed showing a skyline view of Tokyo, Japan. The bright lights are enough to make even someone who lives near Time Square in New York City awestruck. After scanning across a few high-reaching buildings, the scene dissolves over to a scene with an older Asian gentleman, who has a simple smile on his face. The aging man is dressed rather professionally wearing a suit with a red and silver striped tie. After a bow to those watching at homes on their computer, he widens his smile just a bit more before speaking~
Elderly Man: "Greetings, OCW viewers. My name is Mr. Fujita. As some of you might have guessed, I represent a fighter that recently signed with the OCW. His honor, spirit, and intensity are unmatched by anyone, but before I introduce this fighter to you, I would like to take a moment to explain pro-wrestling in Japan, or as we call it Puroresu."
~Mr. Fujita's expression becomes serious once more as his dark eyes watch the camera lens. He neatly folds his hands atop one another behind his back and a small smile returns to his aging, yet not ailing facial features~
Mr. Fujita: "In Japan, Puroresu is a culture much as it is in the United States. A fighter is expected to be more than just a wrestler. He must transcend all barriers to meet the expectation of the fans who honor him by coming to watch his fights, but that honor isn't a one-way road. No, quite the opposite, my friends. He must first honor the fans by giving his heart and soul to them each and every night. There is a man in Japan known for such honorable vigilance. A man that personifies honor, spirit, and intensity. Soon, very soon, he will showcase his talents for you live each week at Online Championship Wrestling. Ladies and gentlemen, I proudly present to you this man, 'Tokyo Tiger' Kenshin Takamura."
~The camera pans out just enough to show a rather large Japanese wrestler standing beside Mr. Fujita. He stands just over six-foot and is well-built. The wrestler bows slightly to the camera. As he returns to his full height, he turns to Mr. Fujita for a short moment to bow low to him. After he raises back up to his full height, he says something in Japanese to the elder man before turning to the camera with a confident smile~
Kenshin Takamura: "Good evening, OCW fans. I am Kenshin Takamura. I am confident that there are fans out there that might recognize me from my days in EWS where I capture my first Heavyweight title in the United States. I assure you, my intentions in OCW are no less, but I have other intentions as well. You see, Mr. Dean didn't approach me personally about joining OCW, but through a friend I was able to come in contact with him because I wanted to find some wrestling organization in the United States to return to. OCW became the natural choice. No, it isn't a big organization, but I believe it has unlimited potential since wrestling being streamed online is the future of the Puroresu business."
~The camera now focuses on Takamura completely, panning Mr. Fujita out of the scene~
"That being said, I, Kenshin Takamura, will take OCW to heights it only believed possible in dreams even before it initially closed its doors. Together I will, along with other members of the roster, make OCW greater than it ever was before. So, first, I would like to say, Mr. Dean, congratulations on a successful re-opening. And, second, I would like to put the whole roster of OCW on notice. Take heed, the Tokyo Tiger is on the hunt for glory. I shall be at Massacre next week, but until then, I leave you with a proverb from me to everyone backstage in OCW: To a real warrior, power perceived may be power achieved."
~With that, Kenshin bows just slightly to the camera before that smirk widens just a bit more on his face as the scene slowly fades to black...and we focus back in on the announce team~
Smith: Takamura is certainly beaming with confidence
Hood: I’m excited to see this guy debut, Smith. Him, along with Bell and Fuller…three really good looking prospects.
Smith: Indeed! Another video feed! It looks like the Queen of Epicness is involved in another ordeal!
~The trusty iPad blinks with a message as Smith opens it up and plays the video that is attached to the message. The camera zooms and shows Gavin Reed walking through the hallway. He spots Bobbinette Carey talking to some of the backstage crew. He interrupts the conversation~
Gavin: Well, if it isn't my newfound associate.
Bobbinette: Yeah... don't call me that because I am not... that agreement we had... nonexistent you went behind my back speaking for me. I take issue with that.
~Taken aback, Gavin quickly thinks how he can smooth things out with Carey~
Gavin: Well, that's extremely unfortunate. I thought we had a mutual understanding on where we want the OCW to go. I didn't mean to say something that wasn't supposed to be said. I was merely trying to push Dean in the right direction. With you in the Main Event, that solidifies your power here in the OCW.
Bobbinette: I get the main event naturally it is called being epic. I know what I want for OCW, I believe you however have your own agenda...
~She sighs loudly~
Bobbinette: Fine that was your first strike... I am watching you closely you mess up one more time... and I will end you personally.
~She shakes her finger~
Bobbinette: A title would be epicness... but I prefer making Mario miserable more than a gold title around my waist. I can get that title the right way in my own way. You just keep up your end of it and never speak for me again without my permission.... What power is it you are trying to get little man?
~Gavin snickers at the "little man" comment and appeases his counterpart~
Gavin: Well of course you can get the title on your own. You have to remember that Dean has his own agenda about who he wants to have that title. I was surprised that he didn't book you for the title match this month and instead gave you Triple M, a horrible mistake on his part...overlooking the epic talent that he has on his roster. Rest assured, I'm not looking for any power here in the OCW. I just want to make sure that it goes down the right track. Let’s just say that my investors have their reasons for wanting the OCW to succeed, I'm just here to make sure that it does do that.
Bobbinette: Dean knows what he is doing as far as my match goes... we talked about this before I signed my contract. I will get that belt in my own time I want to make sure there is a true challenge with who holds the title. You keep your investors happy and you keep your word to me and we will be epic. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a match to get ready for.
Gavin: Of course. We'll talk soon...we have a big week coming up that we want to make sure goes as planned. I have some insider's knowledge that Mario is brewing a plan for after Resurrection, if OCW survives that long. We don't want Mario to get ahead of us, I have a feeling he has something up his sleeve that will hurt both of us...
~With the Gavin walks past Carey as she walks in the opposite direction, to her changing room. We focus back on the announce team as the video comes to a close~
Smith: I know what he’s saying…but I don’t trust Gavin Reed
Hood: I don’t know, he seems more legit to me this week than last week. I mean, he stepped in and intervened and look at the show we’ve had so far
Smith: Well, it’s not like…
Hood: Seriously, compare this week’s in ring lineup to last week’s? Not even a fucking contest…Gavin knows.
Smith: Well, I maintain Dean had something to do with this…just like booking our next match…the undefeated Roach against OCW Hall of Famer, Mario Maurako.
Hood: Oh shit, I’ve been looking forward to this one all week long!
Smith: Let’s go down to ringside!
Wear beaten down eyes sunk
In smoke dried faces
They're so resigned to what their fate is
But not us
But not us
We are far too young and clever
Too-ra-loo-ra, too-ra-loo-rye, aye
And you'll hum this tune forever”
~”Godfather Waltz” by Slash begins to play as the gymnasium of fans boo as loud as they possibly can when Mario Maurako enters into the gym and methodically makes his way to the ring~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Rome, Italy…standing 6’3 and weighing in at 260 lbs...he is an OCW Hall of Famer…Mario Maurako!!!
~Maurako enters into the ring and ignores the jeers he’s receiving from the fans as his entrance them comes to an end. “King Nothing” by Metallica fires up as the fans turn and watch Roach enter into the gymnasium. There are mostly boos but a few cheers sprinkled in due to the extreme hatred these people have for Maurako. Roach enters into the ring and stares Maurako down~
Belvedere: And his opponent, from Windsor, Ontario, Canada…he stands 6’4 and weighs in at 265lbs…Roach!!!
~Roach’s theme comes to a close as Belvedere exits the ring. Scruff waits for Belvedere to reach his ringside bell and calls for the match to start. Belvedere professionally rings the bell as the match is underway~
Smith: By far the biggest night in Roach’s OCW career.
Hood: Damn straight…he surprised everyone when he beat Riot…shocked us by defeating Ryan…can he pull off one of the biggest upsets in OCW history tonight?
Smith: It’s going to be rough…Maurako is as tough as they come in OCW. If you’re going to beat Maurako, he makes you earn it.
Hood: Damn straight, no gimme for Roach tonight.
~Roach smirks at Maurako who responds with a look of intensity. Roach walks over to Maurako, growing impatient for Maurako to do something. They quickly lock up as each men tests the other’s strength. Maurako wins the battle by shoving Roach against the ropes. Scruff wedges his way in there and asks for a break. Maurako slowly complies but lifts a sharp knee into Roach’s midsection as soon as Scruff signals the break has been made. Roach doubles over. Maurako punches Roach in the side of the head. Roach staggers along the ropes shaking his head in pain. Maurako follows him. Roach walks into a corner and leans back. Maurako grabs his arm and whips Roach out of the corner, Roach tries to reverse it…however, as Maurako goes running, he reaches his arm out and drills Roach to the mat with a short arm clothesline! Roach falls down and hits hard, holding the back of his head in pain as Maurako looks down at him~
Smith: Maurako with the advantage early on.
Hood: Not surprising…this guy’s gone toe to toe with Silverfreak and Triple P…Roach beat a woman.
Smith: I don’t know if you’ve paid attention to our roster lately…but we have some extremely impressive females, including one half of tonight’s main event.
Hood: Yea, yea…I hear ya.
~Maurako lays a couple of boots to Roach as he remains on the mat. Maurako then goes to the ground and applies a headlock onto Roach, applying a ton of pressure to Roach’s head and neck area. Maurako’s giant arms flex with every ounce of strength going into this hold. Scruff gets down and talks to Roach. Roach never comes close to giving it up. Instead, Roach begins to get to his feet, showing great resiliency against the strength of Maurako. He reaches his feet and applies a couple of sharp elbows into Maurako’s midsection, forcing a break. Roach then runs into the ropes, bounces off but is caught with a dropkick right into the face by Maurako!! Roach hits the ground holding his jaw in pain as Maurako gets back to his feet and poses for the crowd. They boo loudly~
Smith: Roach showed some signs of life there…
Hood: Until Mario immediately extinguished them…dude, this match is going to end quick.
Smith: How do you know?
Hood: It’s Mario Maurako against some guy named Roach…seriously.
Smith: I think you’re wrong!
~Maurako yanks Roach to his feet and punches him in the head several times while backing him into a nearby corner. Once in the corner, Maurako lifts a few knees into Roach’s midsection which do considerable damage. Roach bends over in pain and Maurako hook’s Roach’s head underneath his arm. He then lifts Roach high up in the air in vertical position and holds him up there. The fans all look up as does Maurako. He holds Roach up in the air for nearly ten seconds before falling back and dropping Roach with a suplex onto the mat! Roach hits hard and lies motionless as Mauarko sits up and shakes his head, obviously a bit dizzy from the move~
Smith: What a feat of strength displayed there by Mario Maurako!
Hood: He is the beast from Greece!
Smith: He’s from Rome, genius.
Hood: Rome isn’t in Greece?
Smith: Where did Dean find you, exactly?
Hood: At the edge of greatness
Smith: So, like a Waffle House?
Hood: No, but a waffle sounds fucking amazing right now.
~Maurako, still seated on the mat, turns around and crawls over to Roach. He starts to choke Roach as Scruff administers the mandatory five count. Maurako releases the chokehold. He then gets to his feet and pulls Roach to his feet at the same time. Maurako lifts Roach up in the air and drapes his body over his shoulder. He backs into a corner and runs into the middle of the ring. Maurako drops Roach onto the mat with a running powerslam!! Roach’s body is completely limp as Mario goes for an arrogant pin, simply leaning back on Roach’s body. Scruff makes the count~
1!
Kick Out!
Smith: That’s not going to do it, Mario!
Hood: Doesn’t matter…Roach is a minor league player and he just stepped into the big league.
Smith: It certainly doesn’t look good at this point…but never give up hope.
Hood: Only losers say shit like that, Smith.
~Maurako gets to his feet and stomps on Roach a few times as Roach rolls over and grabs the ropes. Scruff backs Maurako away as Roach works his way to his feet. Scruff moves, allowing Maurako to continue his assault. He marches at Roach to which Roach responds with a kick into Mario’s gut! Mario bends over and staggers back. Roach pulls Mario to an upright position and nails him with a couple of stiff right hands. He then whips Mario into a nearby corner. Mario hits hard! Roach rushes in but Mario lifts his legs up, catching Roach right in the face. Roach staggers back as Mario explodes out of the corner with a huge lariat! It sends Roach back to the mat with tremendous impact~
Smith: Aww, man…just when Roach had a little momentum going!
Hood: Mario tossed the dog a bone…outside of that, this match is a rout.
Smith: It’s beginning to look that way…Roach keeps trying and Maurako continually thwarts his efforts.
~Mario yanks Roach to his feet yet again and hooks him for Simply Marvelous, Roach can sense what’s about to happen and fights out of it with a series of vicious elbows to the side of Mario’s head. Mario release the hold and Roach continues to pummel him with lefts and rights. Mario stands there, stunned as Roach rushes against the ropes and bounces off, he goes for a lariat of his own but Mario ducks! Roach staggers from the miss and turns around, walking right into Simply Marvelous!! Mario plants Roach dead center of the ring and goes for the pin. Scruff slides in and makes the count~
1!
2!
Shoulder Up!!!
Smith: That was close!
Hood: I thought it was over…Mario used to end people with that move.
Smith: Not tonight, though...not Roach.
Hood: Damn pest is resilient.
~Mario shakes his head, disappointed that the match didn’t end right there and frustrated he’s going to be forced to exert more energy. He gets to his feet and yanks Roach to his. Mario scoops Roach up and slams him into the center of the ring. He then heads to the nearest corner and climbs to the middle rope…he leaps off and Roach lifts his leg, jarring Mario in the face! Mario falls back into the corner he leapt from. Roach slowly gets to his feet and charges in, going for a spear, but Mario moves! Roach’s shoulder rams into the steel ring post as Mario gets behind him and rolls him up, Scruff slides in for the count~
1!
2!
Shoulder Up!!
Smith: I thought that was it!
Hood: No shit…I could have sworn Scruff’s hand hit the mat.
Smith: Nope, it did not…close, though.
Hood: Mario needs to put this fucker away.
~Both men rise quickly to their feet…both wanting to gain an advantage after the near fall. Roach throws a wild forearm at Maurako’s seemingly unsuspecting head. Maurako ducks and Roach’s back is facing Maurako. Maurako quickly locks in a full nelson as Roach fights hard to break it, but Maurako’s strength is too much~
Smith: La Omerta is locked in!
Hood: Ohhhh shit, this one is game…set…donezo
Smith: Nobody has ever broken free of La Omerta!
~Instead of really clamping down with La Omerta, Maurako shows tremendous strength in lifting Roach up high in the air and slamming him down to the mat with a Full Nelson Slam!!! The back of Roach’s head and neck hit hard as Maurako goes for the pin~
1!
2!
Kick Out!
Smith: Roach kicks out! But why did Maurako break La Omerta for Super Mario?
Hood: He wants to inflict pain on this guy, obviously.
Smith: That’s how someone gets beat, Hood.
Hood: Nah, not Mario…not tonight.
~Mario gets up to his feet and yells at Scruff for a few intense moments. Scruff backs into a corner, not knowing what else to do. Much to Scruff’s relief, Mario turns away and pursues Roach again. Roach is on one knee and looks up, seeing Maurako heading his way. Roach throws his hand up and jabs Mario in the eye with his thumb! Mario grabs his face in pain as Roach gets to his feet. Mario responds angrily by kneeing Roach in the abdomen and then hurling him through the ropes and to the outside! Roach’s body smacks the court hardwood and he rolls around in pain. Maurako places his hand over his eye and blinks profusely...he then looks at his palm and finds nothing worrisome on it~
Smith: A dirty move by Roach
Hood: Well, it got Maurako off of him…no doubt he was going for La Omerta for real that time.
Smith: Indeed, Maurako was looking to end this one.
~Maurako heads outside as Scruff follows, hoping to ensure things don’t get too out of hand. Maurako pulls Roach to his feet and moves like he wants to toss Roach back into the ring. Roach responds with a violent shove that sends Maurako staggering into the ring post. The back of his head whiplashes into the steel post and Maurako grabs it in pain. Roach then charges in and drills Maurako with a clothesline, effectively pinning his body between his arm and the ring post. Maurako staggers forward as a result of the impact~
Smith: Roach has some momentum going!
Hood: Damnit, Maurako, get back in that ring!
Smith: Let’s see if Roach can sustain this new found momentum…
~Roach rushes up behind Maurako and leaps up with a knee into his back! Maurako staggers forward into the steel bleachers. Fans scatter as Maurako throws his hands out, catching himself from going face first into them. The bleachers slide back a bit. Roach comes up from behind Maurako and secures his arms around Maurako’s waist. He lifts Maurako up in the air and drills him into the hardwood with a German Suplex!! Maurako goes limp as Roach rolls over and moves his head side to side, showing some stiffness in the neck area. The fans clap out of respect for the impactful move. Scruff rushes over, demanding they get back into the ring~
Smith: Oh my…Maurako is in Roach’s domain now…this is not good for the Hall of Famer!
Hood: No shit…outside of the ring, Roach is in his element…I didn’t think Maurako could lose…but after that move…
Smith: Let’s hope Mario can walk away from this match after something like that.
~Roach crawl over towards Mario and grabs his head. He repeatedly slams the back of Mario’s head into the hardwood floor. Scruff rushes over and has to forcibly pull Roach’s hands from Mario’s head. Roach gives Scruff an aggressive shove. Scruff begins to motion for the bell, but stops himself…giving Roach a legit warning to calm down. Roach yells an obscenity at Scruff and goes back to Mario who is lying on his side, wide eyed and clearly out of it. Roach delivers a stiff kick to Maurako’s face. He then pulls Maurako to his feet and hurls him into the ring steps! Maurako flips over the steps and lands on the other side. Roach yells at the fans near him, they pull back not wanting to smell his breath. Scruff yells at Roach yet again~
Smith: I think it’s safe to say Scruff has lost control of this one.
Hood: When has Scruff EVER had control of a match…or his life…or anything in general?
Smith: Good point.
~Roach walks over and yanks Maurako to his feet again…he drags Maurako’s slow moving body to the ring post. He yanks the back of Maurako’s head and points at the ring post. He then proceeds to repeatedly bash Maurako’s face into it. Maurako is unable to defend himself. Scruff rushes in and does as much as he can to stop Roach. Roach slams Mario’s face into the ring post close to ten times before Scruff moves for the bell. Roach tosses Mario to the ground and grabs Scruff by the shoulder. He throws some half hearted apology at Scruff. Scruff, not wanting the match to end this way, gives Roach one last warning~
Smith: Scruff is useless!
Hood: I like it…let these two battle it out…the way OCW used to be.
Smith: Absolutely not…it’s clear Roach has an advantage in breaking the rules…that is not what this match called for. If Roach wants to fight this way, he should be in the hardcore division.
Hood: There is no hardcore division, fucking idiot.
~Roach goes back after Mario, who is lying on his back. Blood oozes from his nose and a slight cut on his forehead. He blinks a couple of times as more blood squirts out. Roach rubs his hand on Maurako’s face, staining it red with Mario’s blood. He then rubs the blood on his face, mixing it with his black face paint. Roach pulls Mario to his feet, delivers a few forearm uppercuts and then tosses Mario back into the ring~
Smith: Roach is a sadistic freak!
Hood: Hey, whatever works.
Smith: No, not whatever works…you have to remain within the rules!
Hood: Am I blind? Is there not a ref present? Roach is totally within the rules.
Smith: Scruff couldn’t keep order refereeing a chess match.
Hood: Hey, those chess players can get pretty wild in the midst of competition.
Smith: True…the memories still haunt me.
Hood: Douche
~Roach climbs onto the apron and enters through the ropes. Scruff slides in behind him. Roach yanks Mario to his feet as blood drips from his chin. He kicks Mario in the gut causing Mario to double over. Roach grabs Mario around the waist and lifts him up in the air in a powerbomb position. He then lifts him up higher and drills him with a Last Ride!! Mario lands hard and Roach goes for a pin, Scruff counts~
1!
2!
Shoulder Up!!
Smith: Roach nearly knocked off the Hall of Famer!
Hood: That was really fucking close…Roach is a beast!
Smith: He looks like one tonight!
~Roach slams his fist into the mat, assuming after the beating Mario had the three count was a given. Undaunted, he pulls Mario to his feet as he gets to his as well. Roach whips Mario into the nearest set of ropes, Mario bounces off and Roach goes for a huge lariat! Maurako’s body gets turned inside out as he’s left lying in an awkward position. Roach pins his shoulders to the mat aggressively as Scruff makes the count~
1!
2!
Kick Out!
Smith: Kick out by Mario, his legs work!
Hood: Of course they work, he just ran across the ring.
Smith: Good point
~Roach gets to his feet quickly, feeling as though the end is near. He yanks Mario to his feet and whips him into the ropes yet again. Mario bounces off and, again, is drilled to the mat with a huge lariat! Mario lays there as Roach signals for his finishing maneuver, D.O.A.~
Smith: If Roach nails this…it’s over
Hood: Looks to be over, Smith
Smith: Can’t say I disagree
~Roach pulls Mario to his feet and easily thrusts him into the air and across his shoulders. Roach readies Mario for an F5 into a DDT to finish the match off. He positions his hand on Mario’s leg for the momentum required to flip him around. Mario feels the move coming and begins to elbow the crap out of Roach’s head. Roach appears dazed but works to maintain his focus, knowing he is so close to victory over an active Hall of Famer. He twirls Mario through the air but, as he does, Mario latches onto his head. As a result, Roach is unable to get Mario all the way around into a DDT and, instead, Mario hooks Roach’s head and drills him to the mat with a DDT of his own! Roach ends up lying flat on his back breathing heavily while Maurako drags his bloodied face and body into the nearest corner and sets up, resting against the bottom turnbuckle~
Smith: Mario reversed the D.O.A. into a DDT of his own!
Hood: That’s why that mother fucker is a Hall of Famer
Smith: Indeed…now this is truly anyone’ s match!
~Mario looks over at Roach who is now on all fours with his back to Mario. Mario sees an opportunity and gets to his feet, heading over to Roach. Mario reaches Roach and is standing over him. He reaches down and grabs the back of Roach, going for La Omerta. He yanks Roach to his feet, about to lock it in. Roach, however, kicks back and nails Mario in the groin! Mario doubles over, staggering back. Roach stands upright and turns, facing Mario. He lifts Mario up on his shoulders and has him perched up there, perfectly. The fans respond, by standing on their feet~
Smith: Here we go! He’s got him up there…it’s D.O.A. time!!
Hood: Holy shit, Mario is going down!
Smith: So much for him killing OCW…he just got squashed by Roach!
~Roach goes to fling Mario in the air…Mario, however, breaks free and lands on his feet behind Roach! He instantly locks La Omerta in and clamps down with as much pressure as he possibly can! Roach yells out in pain as Scruff rushes in to check on his status. Roach fights and fights and fights…He sees a set of ropes a few feet away and reaches out, trying to grab them~
Smith: Roach has GOT to get to those ropes…otherwise, this one is over
Hood: What a fucking reversal by Mario, though…this guy truly is a Hall of Famer!
Smith: Indeed!
~Roach lunges out and his middle finger grazes the fabric outlining the inner rope. Mario sees how close he is and yanks Roach right back into the ring. Roach yells out in pain as he starts to fade out, losing consciousness. Roach’s arm goes limp as his body appears to be completely devoid of any life. Scruff checks the arm of Roach and finds it lifeless. He calls for the bell as the crowd yells out and boos Mario. Belvedere rings the bell and makes the announcement~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…MARIO MAURAKO!!!!!
~Mario slings Roach’s body to the mat and looks down at him. Mario’s chest moves up and down with heavy breaths as he’s clearly been pushed to the limit. Scruff tries to raise Mario’s hand, however, he jerks it away and just exits the ring with his theme playing~
Smith: What a match!!
Hood: No fucking shit…man, Roach is a beast.
Smith: He showed us all what kind of heart he has…you hate losing, but you have to say that even in a loss, Roach was a big winner tonight.
Hood: Dude, Mario has gone toe to toe with Paul Paras, Silverfreak, The Great One…basically all of the Hall of Famers and tonight, Roach went toe to toe with him.
Smith: Indeed, it’s going to be hard to top that match…definitely the leader for Match of the Month.
Hood: Can’t argue with that…even thought I’d like to.
Smith: It appears we have another video clip featuring our esteemed President!
Hood: Good, maybe now we can find out who in the hell is headlining Resurrection.
~We focus in on the video feed to find President Dean addressing Derek Jacobs and Jared Black~
Dean: Jared, man…what the fuck? You come in here with all these aspirations and lofty goals…you slide by in your first match and then completely mail it in the two weeks after. If I had a roster full of Jared Blacks, I’d be…
Jared Black: Running shows out of a bar?
Dean: Oh, and you have a smart fucking mouth, too? Your ass is fired, sucka.
~Derek Jacobs slowly raises his hand~
Dean: WHAT??
Derek Jacobs: Excuse me, Dean…sir…I was wondering why I don’t have a match this week.
Dean: Seriously? You were fired last week, dumbfuck…did you not get the several voice mails, emails and fucking telegrams I sent you…one was actually a singing telegram. I figured having a barbershop quartet sing “You’re fucking fired” might soften the blow.
Derek Jacobs: Sorry, sir…I’ve been MIA all week…
Dean: Story of your fucking career…you two, get the hell out of here.
~Jacobs and Black exit the locker room. Skytz ushers in quickly, Dean rolls his eyes. Skytz jaw is red and slightly swollen from MJ’s punch earlier~
Skytz: Dean, am I right in connecting the dots that Jacobs and Black will be involved in the main event at Resurrection?
Dean: Really?
~Suddenly, the door leading into the locker room explodes off its hinges as Jacobs body comes flying in behind it!! He lands roughly on the ground and is completely unconscious. Black’s body follows next, slowly and elevated from the ground. A black, iron fist clenches it’s throat as we hear the sound of drums and bagpipes playing. The armored man enters holding Black’s lifeless body up in the air. Dean and Skytz tense up immediately, not knowing what to do. The armored man hurls Black’s body to the side and unearths his lightning sword. He points it at Dean~
Dean: You…what….what do you want?
~He reaches back with his sword, readying to slam it into Dean. Dean winces but, just before the armored man thrusts downward…he lets his arm fall to his side. He reaches into his pocket and yanks on a chain. The small leather clad person comes rushing in and begins to hump the injured bodies. Dean and Skytz look at what’s going on…Dean in confusion, Skytz slightly aroused. The armored man then slowly exits Dean’s locker room office to the sound of his drums and bagpipes. A few minutes after his exit, Dean looks at Skytz~
Dean: What the fuck was that…
~Dean and Skytz rush and look through the door-less entry way and see no signs of the armored man, his leather person pet or drums and bagpipes. Skytz looks up at Dean~
Skytz: Sooo…is that guy going to main event Resurrection?
Dean: Sadly, that’s the most legit question you’ve asked all night. Seriusly…if you want a REAL job…next week, you find out who that armored freak is, okay?
Skytz: I will pop this case like a fucking cherry.
Dean: Yea, okay, whatever…now, leave.
~Our video feed comes to a close a we re-focus on the announce team~
Smith: The armored man returns!
Hood: That’s Bifford, I’m calling it right now…Bifford is back!
Smith: I can’t even fathom that at this point
Hood: BIFF! BIFF! BIFF!
Smith: Changing subjects! Our main event is on the horizon…any thoughts as to who Dean will chose to headline Resurrection?
Hood: I’m going to say….well…umm…okay, I will say this…if Dan wins, he’s in.
Smith: Agreed…let’s go down to ringside and see if Dangerous Dan can defeat The Queen of Epicness, Bobbinette Carey!
“The Queen of Epicness” Bobbinette Carey (2-0) vs. Dangerous Dan (1-0)
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is now time for tonight’s MAIN EVENT!
~ “Don’t Stop” by Foster the People begins to play as the fans stand and cheer knowing that Dangerous Dan is about to make his way to the ring. Dangerous Dan enters into the gym and rushes down to the ring. He slides in, climbs the nearest corner and poses for the crowd~
Belvedere: Introducing first, from Smithville, Tennessee, standing 5’11 and weighing in at 225 lbs…he is one half of the Danger Boiz…Dangerous Dan!!!
~Dan’s theme comes to a close as “Circus” begins to play and the Central Region crowd goes crazy for the Queen of Epicness. She makes her way to the ring, focused on the task at hand~
Belvedere: And his opponent, from Parma Heights, Ohio…standing 5’5” and weighing in at 165lbs…she is the “Queen of Epicness”, Bobbinette Carey!!!
~Carey enters the ring as Belvedere exits. She motions to the crowd, acknowledging the loudest cheers they’ve emitted all night long. Carey and Dan look at one another as Belvedere sounds the bell. Scruff motions for the match to begin~
Smith: I’ve been waiting for this one all week long!
Hood: Easy, tiger.
Smith: How could you not be excited? Dangerous Dan…a former World Champion, a GCWA Hall of Famer…against Bobbinette Carey…a former world champion, hall of famer and OCW’s central region financier…my goodness, Hood…we’ve got our two biggest stars on the roster going one on one before our very eyes!
Hood: I think there are some people currently on the roster who may object to that.
Smith: At the very least, the argument could be made.
~Dan and Carey quickly lock up in the middle of the ring. Dan tosses Carey across the ring with a perfectly executed arm drag. Carey quickly gets to her feet and rushes at Dan, he tosses her to the other side of the ring with another perfectly executed arm drag. Carey gets to her feet and goes at Dan again…again he applies an arm drag, however, this time, he holds on for an arm bar as Carey is lying on the mat, grimacing in pain~
Smith: Fast start to this match!
Hood: Dan has evidently mastered the arm drag since we last saw him compete.
Smith: Indeed!
~Carey works her way back to a standing position and forces Dan up against the ropes. The hold is broken as Carey whips Dan off the ropes and across the ring. Dan bounces off and Carey leap frogs over him. Dan bounces off the other set of ropes and Carey drills Dan in the side of the head with a spinning heel kick!! Dan lands hard on the mat and slowly rolls out of the ring, holding the side of his head in pain. The crowd gets behind Carey~
Smith: Nice move by Carey there…showed some great athleticism.
Hood: No shit, I thought Dan would be the athlete and Carey the technician…a bit of a role reversal.
Smith: Expect the unexpected in OCW, Hood
Hood: Just like that weird ass armored man.
~Dan stands outside the ring with his hand over his ear. He looks at his palm to see if there’s any blood, it’s clean. Carey, meanwhile, is standing atop the top turnbuckle, looking down on Dan. Dan turns around and Carey leaps off with a cross body!! She lands on top of Dan and both competitors tumble down onto the hardwood floor with their bodies sliding up against the metal bleachers. The fans cheer Carey’s daring move as both wrestlers are still down. Scruff comes outside to check on them~
Smith: What a risk taken there by the Queen of Epicness!
Hood: Quite a ‘Dangerous’ move, wouldn’t you say?
Smith: I certainly would! But in a match of this caliber, risks have to be taken!
~Carey is the first to her feet. She walks up the steel bleachers as fans try and pat her on the back, showing their admiration for the Queen of Epicness. Dan crawls near ringside, catching his breath. He grabs the apron and pulls himself to his feet. Carey runs down the steps and leaps off going for a Lou Thesz press on Dan! Dan, however, catches her, turns around and slams her back into the ring apron!! He then drops her to the hardwood floor where she lands rather roughly. Carey clutches her back in pain as Dan slides back into the ring. Scruff follows him and begins a ten count~
Smith: Did Scruff finally realize people can be counted out?
Hood: Fucking Scruff…I love that guy.
Smith: We have got to hire a better ref.
Hood: Blasphemer!
~Scruff gets about midway through his count before Carey rolls into the ring. Dan yanks her to her feet and unloads a series of lefts and rights, backing her against the ropes. He whips Carey off of the ropes, she reverses. Dan rushes into the ropes, bounces off and leaps through the air for a flying forearm. Carey ducks and Dan lands on the mat. He gets to his feet, clutching his midsection in pain. Carey runs at him and dropkicks Dan’s knee. Dan twirls to the ground, holding his knee in pain~
Smith: A tremendous drop kick to the right knee of Dangerous Dan!
Hood: Fuck yea it was, dude nearly performed one of those flippy things they do in figure skating at the Olympics…only he did not stick the landing.
Smith: Did you just admit to watching Figure Skating?
Hood: Umm, no? Did I say figure skating?
Smith: It’s okay, Hood…at least the women who figure skate are easy on the eyes.
~Carey grabs Dan’s right leg and kicks at the knee. Dan kicks at her with his left leg and gets a pretty good shot into her midsection. She stumbles back and Dan is able to retrieve his tender leg from her grasp. He gets to his feet and shows a slight hobble making his way over to Carey. Carey dives at his leg, but Dan secures her head and neck in a headlock. He drags her into the middle of the ring as she begins to punch away at his knee. Dan responds with a few left knees into her ribcage. Both competitor does their best to gain an advantage. Dan finally lifts Carey up for a suplex…his right knee buckles a bit and he drops her back to the mat. She lands on her knees. Dan then falls back and DDT’s Carey into the mat…unfortunately for Dan, he didn’t get much on that DDT as Carey just shakes her head back and forth, slightly dazed~
Smith: Dan didn’t get much on that one…Carey’s work on that right knee is obviously paying dividends. If you will remember, she executed the same strategy on Derek Jacobs a few weeks ago.
Hood: Derek who?
Smith: Jacobs…remember that guy who was here for…never mind, your blank stare says it all.
~Dan uses his legs and clamps them around Carey’s head, he tries to work his way down for a headscissors…Carey, though, delivers a vicious forearm to the back of Dan’s right knee. His leg grip severely weakens and Carey gets to her feet. He hooks both of his legs under her arms, leans back and sends Dan flying into the nearest corner. His head slams into the top turnbuckle with tremendous force! Carey walks up behind him, hooks his waist and delivers a German Suplex!! She nails it perfectly and holds on for a pin attempt with her shoulders off the mat. Scruff slides in for the count~
1!
2!
Shoulder Up!!
Smith: Inches away from a landmark win for The Queen of Epicness!
Hood: No kidding…she showed some great strength lifting Dan up like that.
Smith: What…just because she’s a woman it took a herculean type effort to life a man in the air?
Hood: Are you trying to label me as sexist?
Smith: I’m just asking a question.
Hood: Well, if you are…in that case, hell yea that’s what I’m insinuating…I’m a sexist mother fucker.
~Carey gets to her feet and runs into the ropes, she bounces off and jumps in the air. Her back lands on Dan, as he’s still lying on the mat! Dan curls up in pain. Carey yanks Dan to his feet and delivers a few sharp forearm uppercuts. She backs him into a corner and whips him across the ring, Dan reverses. Carey rushes into the corner and stops. Dan charges in. Carey leaps over him using the ropes for leverage. Dan turns around and Carey superkicks him into the corner! Dan’s body slams into the corner and he staggers out. Carey rolls him up in a small package, Scruff makes the count quickly~
1!
2!
Kick Out!!
Smith: Another near fall! Carey is showing great in-ring prowess here against Dangerous Dan.
Hood: Dan needs to get his shit together…this is a big match for him.
Smith: Can he? Or is Carey really that good?
~Carey gets to her feet as Dan is on his knees. She reaches for Dan, but he hooks her head and yanks her over to the mat with a side head lock. He has her down on the mat, applying major pressure to her head and neck area, while he attempts to gain control in this match up. Carey works her way up, however, as Dan is having trouble keeping her down. Quickly, she’s able to get Dan to his feet and hers as well. She shoves Dan against the ropes and tries to whip him off of them…Dan, though, holds onto Carey’s head and drills her into the mat with a bulldog! Carey grabs her face in pain from the impact~
Smith: Oh, nice move by Dangerous Dan…a chance for him to gain some momentum.
Hood: Carey just got her face planted in the middle of the ring…ouch.
Smith: Now let’s see if Dan can capitalize!
~Carey is lying on her stomach as Dan walks up behind her and grabs her by the hair and yanks her to her feet. He wrenches her head and neck back and hooks it under his arm. He lifts Carey up, high into the air and drops her with a reverse suplex!! Carey lands hard and rolls out of the ring. She quickly drops to both knees on the outside~
Smith: The bulldog followed up by the reverse suplex took something out of Carey.
Hood: She doesn’t think she’s such hot shit anymore, does she?
Smith: What are you talking about? She’s never strutted around here with that kind of attitude!
Hood: Really? The Queen of Epicness doesn’t have an ego?
Smith: Hey, if it weren’t for her, we’d be out of a job.
Hood: Fuck you and your ‘facts’…there’s no room for those in our line of work!
~Dan walks over to the ropes as Carey has made it to her feet. He reaches down and yanks Carey by the air, forcing her to climb up onto the apron. Carey gives Dan a sharp elbow, breaking the grip he has on her hair. She then grabs Dan and runs down the apron with him, slamming his face into the top turnbuckle. Dan staggers back as Carey quickly climbs to the top. She leaps off, going for a cross body but Dan jumps up and spears Carey in mid air to the mat!! The fans pop loudly for this move as Carey is turned inside out! She winds up on her back as Dan crawls on top and goes for the pin, Scruff makes the count~
1!
2!
Kick Out!
Smith: Carey with the kickout just before Scruff’s hand could hit the mat for a decisive third time!
Hood: I didn’t know Dan could jump that high, impressive.
Smith: Well, he is a high flyer
Hood: Hey, we all know those descriptions aren’t always true. I seem to remember Bifford’s being way off.
Smith: What did his say, if you could refresh my memory?
Hood: All I know is it didn’t say immobile object.
Smith: Ah
~Dan slaps the mat with his palms out of frustration. He gets to his feet and slowly pulls Carey to hers. Carey quickly drops to her knees and slams Dan’s chin with an uppercut! Dan staggers back against the ropes. He bounces off and Carey returns to her feet, grabs his head and neck and drops him with a swinging neck breaker! Both competitors are lying on the mat as the fans begin to cheer them on~
Smith: Great match so far…extremely even.
Hood: Damn straight…anyone could win this thing.
Smith: Indeed!
~Carey gets to her feet first and waits for Dan to get to his. He finally does and she kicks him in the gut and goes for her patented flipping spinning neck breaker. She grabs Dan’s head but he shoves her off. She staggers back and lunges forward to apply it again…as she does, Dan drills her under the chin with a wicked superkick!! Carey’s body stiffens upright before falling to the mat as Dan falls to the mat, face first, still suffering from the damage done. He slowly crawls towards Carey as the Dan fans in the crowd chant his name. Dan throws his arm over Carey’s chest as Scruff makes the count~
1!
2!
Shoulder Up!!!
Smith: Soooooo close!! Dan fought out of the Bobbineckbreaker to deliver his patented superkick and ALMOST won this thing!
Hood: Fuck…I thought it was over.
Smith: Carey is showing a lot of heart, that’s for sure!
~Dan gets to his feet and pulls Carey back to hers. Carey is standing, looking out on her feet. Dan then drills her with another superkick!! Carey’s body snaps down to the ring this time, with tremendous force. Dan then looks to the top rope as some fans cheer while the diehard Carey fans boo~
Smith: Uh oh, here it comes…The ENDD!
Hood: I don’t know if it’s the boos or what…but I’m warming up to this Dan guy.
Smith: Quit talking like you don’t know who he is!
~Dan gets to the top and looks down at Carey, who hasn’t moved. He leaps off with his picture perfect Swanton Bomb. Carey, though, is able to just roll out of the way as Dan’s body crashes into the mat with a loud thud! Dan rolls around in pain as Carey finds the bottom rope, and hugs it. The Carey fans let their voices be heard as they cheer her avoiding certain defeat~
Smith: What great instincts by Bobbinette Carey to roll out of the way inches before Dan came crashing down!
Hood: That bitch is impressive.
Smith: Nice to see you’re finally starting to come around!
~Carey pulls herself up onto her feet and she rushes over to Dan. She stomps on Dan as he’s still on the mat. She then yanks Dan to his feet and goes to hook him for the Bobbineckbreaker again. Dan, though punches her in the midsection causing her to let go. Dan then shoves her into the ropes, Carey bounces off and Dan puts his head down. Carey turns around and flips over Dan’s back, landing on her feet behind him. Dan stands upright and turns around. Carey knees him in the gut. Dan doubles over, Carey then places her leg over the back of Dan’s neck and swings Dan to the mat with a perfectly executed Play Maker!! Dan’s body goes flat as Carey crawls on top of him for the pin…the fans count with Scruff~
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2!
3!!!!
~Belvedere rings the bell and grabs his mic~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…here is your winner of the Monday Night Massacre Main Event…The Queen of Epicness…BOBBINETTE CAREY!!!!!
~Scruff helps Carey to her feet and raises her hand in triumph as the fans cheer for their regional hero. Dan composes himself and pulls himself into the nearest corner, seated up against the bottom turnbuckle. He runs his hands through his hair in obvious frustration over being one move away from reversing this decision~
Smith: Dan does not look pleased.
Hood: Well, if you can’t beat em…beat the shit out of them after the bell.
Smith: Dan would never do that!!
~Dan reaches up and grabs the top rope, he uses it to pull himself to his feet. He walks towards the center of the ring where Scruff is holding Carey’s arm up. Scruff sees him and drops Carey’s hand, backing away. Carey faces Dan and prepares herself for anything. Dan extends his hand…Carey looks at it for a few moments, before deciding to shake it. They share a mutual show of respect via the handshake as the fans cheer both great competitors~
Smith: What a great moment here in OCW, two great competitors showing mutual respect for their efforts tonight!
Hood: This is disgusting…how does Dan ever expect to be champion if he’s going to shake every person’s hand after they beat his ass.
Smith: She did not beat his posterior…that match could have gone either way.
Hood: You know what I meant!
Smith: The iPad is blinking!
Hood: Great…avoid the topic, punk ass.
~We cut backstage where Dean is looking over a sheet of paper. Gavin is standing over his desk. Dean slowly crosses through the name Dangerous Dan~
Gavin Reed: So, Dan’s out then?
Dean: Well, I can’t very well put a guy who lost his first main event into the Pay Per View main event less than two weeks away, can I?
Gavin Reed: Finally, we’re on the same page. So, Payne won, but he’s got Rain. The Lost Soul won…
Dean: He’s got other issues at hand, mainly Roach. I just know that sucka has got something planned for later…
Gavin Reed: Okay, so The Lost Soul against Roach at Resurrection?
Dean: Damn straight…a great match…but we still need a main event.
~Gavin leans in, reading the other names~
Gavin Reed: Noah Mackenzie lost…so he’s out. Carey and Maurako are already booked…I guess there’s only one logical match left.
Dean: But I already booked that sucka against Zeus.
Gavin Reed: Are you really going to place OCW’s future in the hands of a guy like Zeus?
Dean: Mother fucker…this being broke bullshit sucks. Alright, fine…the main event in a House of Mirrors match will be…Brianna Casablancas against Ian Bishop for the OCW Central Championship.
~We can hear the fans inside the gym pop for the announcement, finding the match to be an exciting one. Gavin smiles~
Gavin Reed: Excellent choice…makes perfect sense. So, we’ve got four matches set for Resurrection, then. I’m sure you’ll be booking more, right?
Dean: Bitch! Who’s running OCW, me or you?
Gavin Reed: Easy, Dean…I know you’re a bitter, wounded animal…but I’m just trying to help here…we’re all on the same team.
Dean: Sorry…just under a lot of stress. Yes, there will be more matches…Noah Mackenzie, Dangerous Dan, Crazy Chris, Angelle Laree, Johnny Riot, Victor Slade, Lou Bruno and Talon Young…too much talent to leave off. Plus with the debuts of Danny B, Kenshin Takamura, MJ Bell and Sean Fuller…there’s a lot left to be decided.
Gavin Reed: We are in total agreeance.
~A final shot of Dean’s pad with Brianna and Ian’s names as the only ones without a line through them being visible. The show then comes to an end with a final shot of the Resurrection logo~
OOC: Alright guys, another Massacre in the books…hope you enjoyed it. That’s 4 matches, including the main event, booked for Resurrection. I’m looking for a few more…they will be booked throughout the week. So, if you want a match…PM or Email me and we can make it happen…anyway, great week of rping guys…you really busted your collected asses and I hope the results reflected that. HUGE shout outs to Trevor (TGO) for typing Brianna/Noah/Black and Talon/TLS…as well as…Brianna for typing Ian/Laree/Richard. Thanks guys, great stuff! Below is the official OCW poll for all shows…took me awhile, but I found it…please, please, please leave your thoughts on the show so we know what it is we need to improve on.
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