LIVE! January 28th 2024
FROM: OCW Arena
Key West, Florida
DONOVAN RULES YOU DROOL
WHATS YOUR FAVE CARTOON KHLOE?
JNS IS CALAWAYS BITCH
HOOT HOOT HOOT
WE ARE THE PRIDE
A-LISTER FUTURE US CHAMP
ITS CALLED CONTINUITY ZYBALA
WHERE IS THE PORTAL POTTY
HACK ME CYPH3R BABY!
“taiwan” ISNT REAL!
~The camera pans down to the OCW and PWA commentary team of JON MCDANIEL & BRIAN RENTFRO.~
Jon McDaniel: Welcome to OCW New Year’s Massacre at home here in Key West, Florida!
Brian Rentfro: Another show, another dollar. So, what bullshit is on deck for tonight?
Jon McDaniel: You never studied.
Brian Rentfro: *shrug*
Jon McDaniel: We have a fun card tonight that was supposed to start with a handicap tag style PWA World Championship defence of the co-champions of Matt Knox and Amber Ryan-Bane against Max Daemon but Daemon had a sudden retirement.
Brian Rentfro: Sounds like a successful defence to me with the guy being too scared to face the champs.
Jon McDaniel: I do know the boss has said there won’t be anymore PWA outsiders getting title shots. All it takes is one to ruin it for everyone.
Brian Rentfro: Sounds like a pussEy Mark McNasty!
Jon McDaniel: That’s nothing like PWA Hall of Famer Mark McNasty. Anyway! We have Alexander Lyons in his first singles match against OCW Journeyman Axis. Khloe Cox makes her OCW re-debut against our social media head Michelle Attwood. Savior Hawkins makes his OCW debut against WRECK followed by SYNN taking on former PWA talent and Chaos brand ring announcer, Tamara Onassis. And can’t forget our cracked out friend Eric Emerson taking on the debuting Paul Freedom! which will be fun. Plus a preview of Night Three Technical Difficulties 2 of Dylan Thomas and Alexandra Calaway!
Brian Rentfro: Non-title, Jon. No studying.
Jon McDaniel: and our main event is Mad Dog versus the returning OCW veteran, Shane Donovan! And we finally find out who from PWA Community promotions, Pro Wrestling Valor and Outcasts Championship Wrestling will be opening TD2 on Night One!
Brian Rentfro: Alright, let’s get this show started! I have a date with a bottle of whiskey to get ready for.
Jon McDaniel: Our friend Belvedere is ready to introduce our opening match of Alexander Lyons with Vincent and Victoria at his side against Axis!
~Axis and Lyons stare at each other across the ring and nod in respect for each other as they walk towards the other. They go into a lock up~ Neither man gets an advantage and break the tie up; stepping back, they nod and lock back up.~
Jon McDaniel: Both men trying to gain the advantage.
Brian Rentfro: Boring if you ask me.
~Axis gets Lyons into a side headlock before being pushed into the ropes and breaking the hold He bounces towards the opposite ropes, Lyons charges at the rebounding man and Axis ducks a clothesline attempt hitting the ropes once more. As he rebounds, Lyons turns and both men hit each other, but neither go down. They go for a show of strength in the middle. Lyons seeing that he can't overpower Axis breaks his left hand out of the hold and is behind Axis with a twisted wristlock, sweeping the legs out from under Axis who goes to a knee. Lyons then comes back around to the front of Axis putting him into the submissive role of the show of strength; Axis begins to power up using his right hand to swing at Lyons. Lyons ducks the first blow, but Axis is able to catch him with the second and now the third blow, he is rocking Lyons backwards into the ropes. Axis takes the advantage by whipping Alexander into the ropes following up with a shoulder block tackle to the mat. Axis makes a cover, even though it is early in the match.~
1!
~ Lyons kicks out immediately.~
Jon McDaniel: Way too early to take Lyons out of the match.
Brian Rentfro: Never too early to try and get a pin. But probably just like you were finished too early last night with that lovely lady?
Jon McDaniel: Uh, no idea what you're talking about, my wife is a satisfied woman... call the match.
~Axis is up and off of Lyons allowing the veteran to get back to his feet. Axis teases going for another show of strength, but Lyons is quickly behind the man and has him hooked up into a full nelson. Axis shakes his head and tries to whip Lyons off of his back, but to no avail; Lyons begins to wear the country boy down; Axis to one knee. With his face turning red from the effort of trying to remove himself from the full nelson, Axis drops to his other knee, his eyes begin to roll up into his head. Luff walks over and raises Axis's hand into the air.~
1! The arm falls like a rock to the bottom of a lake.
2!! The arm is limp and drops heavily.
Jon McDaniel: Lyons with a great move and hold to wear Axis down.
Brian Rentfro: Victoria looks happy.
~THR-- The arm remains in the air, supported by Axis as he shakes his head. His face is still red as he stands back up to first one knee then the second. As his eyes roam over the ring, looking for an escape, he notices where he is at and pushes back with his legs causing Lyons to hit hard into the corner. The hold is broken and Axis stumbles forward falling to one knee and gasping for breath. But he is up quickly and turning around to meet Lyons toe to toe with right hands, backing him into the corner; Alexander is reeling and now back in the corner. Axis slaps his chest palm down causing one half of the Pride to wince in pain at the slap of Axis's palm. Axis grabs the left wrist of Lyons and Irish whips him towards the other corner, but Lyons reverses the whip and now Axis is heading into the corner chest first. He bounces back out of the corner and Lyons goes for his finisher, Brightroar DDT, but Axis is alert enough to block the finisher with a few quick jabs to Lyons's ribs. Standing up vertically, Axis plants a boot into Alexander's midsection and goes for a DDT himself, but it is blocked by Lyons who pushes the man down to the mat.~
Jon McDaniel: Neither man getting an advantage for long here in this match.
Brian Rentfro: How observant you are and imagine, you get paid for that.
~Lyons goes to the feet of Axis for an ankle lock, but Axis places a boot into his face preventing the tortuous hold, Alexander falls back as Axis manages his feet and charges. Both men go for a clothesline and both go to the mat having connect with their clothesline; they lay there for a second before both begin to get to their vertical base. They turn and face each other and lock up for the third time in this match. Lyons goes for another wristlock, but Axis leans into the move, hooking Lyons up into a three-quarter nelson, slamming him down to the mat. Bouncing off the ropes, he jumps high up into the air going for a leg drop, but Lyons moves out of the way just in the nick of time and Axis lands on mat, grabbing his leg in agony. Hitting the ropes for himself, Lyons comes back with a dropkick, hitting Axis in the chest and making the man fall back on the ropes and as he returns BRIGHTROAR DDT (modified DDT). Lyons goes for a cover.~
1!
2!!
3!!!!!!
~DING DING DING~
Belvedere: And your winner via pinfall.... ALEXANDER LYONS!!!!!!
~The Pride celebrate as Axis rolls out of the ring, heading to the back.~
Jon McDaniel: Lyons with his first singles win here in OCW. The Pride has hit the ground running.
Brian Rentfro: It won’t be long before more tag teams come in and force to Tamika into bringing in tag team titles.
Jon McDaniel: Oh, most definitely! I’m hearing Khloe Cox is about to address the OCW Faithful!
Brian Rentfro: Whoopee!
~The arena envelops in a shroud of darkness, anticipation crackling in the air like electricity. The resonating beats of "Warrior" by Aurora pulse through the stadium, setting a tone of unyielding determination. Khloe emerges from the curtain, a figure of focused intensity, her eyes locked on the ring before her.~
Belvedere: Behold, making her formidable presence known, the embodiment of determination, Khloe Cox!
~Khloe strides purposefully towards the ring, her every step echoing a tale of grit and resolve. The crowd feels the shift in atmosphere, an unspoken understanding of Khloe's transition to a more serious demeanor, a warrior ready for battle. As Khloe enters the ring, the music pulsates, encapsulating the energy of determination. The audience erupts in cheers, recognizing the transformation, and eagerly anticipating the spectacle about to unfold. The atmosphere buzzes with the promise of a fierce and relentless performance from Khloe.~
Jon McDaniel: Looking forward to this one! Tamika says her niece Veronica Strader-Cain speaks very highly of Khloe Cox. Says she’s ready to take the next step.
Brian Rentfro: Man, there are too many Straders.
Jon McDaniel: Dude, they keep you employed. Wanna go back to cans of spam?
Brian Rentfro: Spam?! What am I? Rich?! But yeah, I feel ya.
~DING DING DING~
~Attwood grabs a hold of the top rope and gives it a tug. Khloe begins to circle in and around. Attwood and Khloe dive forward and lock arms. Attwood pushes Khloe back into the ropes. As she steps backward she sends Khloe flying across the ring with an Irish whip. As Khloe comes off the ropes, Attwood scoops her arm between Khloe's legs and slams her hard into the canvas. Quickly following up Michelle drops a huge elbow across the neck of Khloe.~
Jon McDaniel: Attwood is a beast, but Khloe is going for blood.
Brian Rentfro: You follow the obvious so well don’t you.
~Attwood rolls off of Khloe and then kneels above Khloe's face. Attwood then begins to drive left and right shots to the temples of Khloe. Khloe instantly sends her hands up as shields to protect her from the assault. Attwood ceases to continue as she gets to her feet. She reaches down and pulls Khloe up to her feet. Khloe finds herself being booted in the gut, Attwood then hooks Khloe's arms and jumps up nailing Khloe with a side slam. Khloe's face ricocheted off the canvas and Attwood goes for a quick cover.~
1!
Her hand slaps the canvas.
2!!
....and again.
THR---
~Khloe shoots her arm and shoulder upward after taking advantage of a two and a half second rest. Attwood grabs Khloe and hoists her to her feet. Khloe instinctively sends two or three shots to Attwood stomach. Attwood staggers back and Khloe jumps to her feet attempting to make a comeback. Khloe runs backward into the ropes and uses them to propel herself forward, flying in connecting with a massive spinning back elbow. Attwood just staggers for a moment as Khloe cannot believe Attwood is still standing. Khloe bounces off the ropes again and this time dives forward with a series of vicious elbows, forearms and fists that connect ferociously with several parts of Attwood’ body and face. Khloe wraps her leg in between Attwood’s and then falls back onto the canvas, locking in a figure four leg lock.~
Brian Rentfro: A submission attempt from Cox.
~Attwood doesn't make a sound but instead tries to sit up and swing at Khloe. Khloe leans back and tightens the hold with a huge smile on her face. Again, Attwood leans forward through the pain and swipes at Khloe but is still a good three feet away from connecting to Khloe's face. The ref Juff moves into position and asks Attwood if she wishes to continue. Michelle just shakes her head yes, as she falls back onto the canvas, a make shift pin being made as Khloe smartly sits up slightly.~
1!
2!!
3!!!!!!!!
Belvedere: And your winner via pinfall... KHLOE COX!!!!
Jon McDaniel: Cox wins on her debut in the #GreenAndBlack OCW!
Brian Rentfro: She’s a spitfire!
Jon McDaniel: That she is. Great things are in her future here in OCW!
~Khloe turns around mid walk to the back after her win against Michelle Attwood a beaming smile on her face.~
Khloe: Yeah? You’re shouting like I owe you money….
Sammy: Nope! But you DO owe me, the OCW fans and the rest of the world an interview! First victory in the books during New Year’s Massacre, that must feel pretty good yeah?
~Khloe seems to mull the question over and then shrug.~
Khloe: If I’m being honest..I never count the first match in a new place as a real match…I mean no offense to Michelle or anything but…I didn’t know her till the other day. I actually thought it was Michael haha…
~Khloe rubs the back of her head as she recalls how surprised she was seeing her opponent come down to the ring.~
Sammy: So, what are your plans here in OCW? You have been having success in TPW but some have noted you’re still green behind the ears.
~Khloe grins confidently, acknowledging Sammy’s observation.~
Khloe: Sammy, you’re right. I might have been a bit naive still last year in TPW, but big changes are on the way. I’ve learned a lot from my experiences, and this victory is just the beginning. Expect a more seasoned and dominant Khloe Cox in the ring. The OCW fans are in for a treat.
Sammy: Given the competition here in OCW, do you truly believe you can make a mark and stand out among the rest? We have some of the best in the business lik-
Khloe: Blah blah blah you don’t have to mention all those great names or whatever…I know them already but I’m itching to have a go at all of them. I don’t know who is in charge around here but I did name a name for a match I want before this year is done…and I’ll earn it.
Sammy: Care to share with everyone?
~She would shrug and shake her head.~
Khloe: Nah it will be much more exciting if you all just find out at the same time.
~She would give a little wave to the reporter before heading off screen.~
Victoria Lyons: Hello Sheeple. As our cousin Alexander is reaping the rewards of his performance earlier, Vincent and I wanted to take some time to talk to you all about education. Education in this country has really fallen hasn’t it? The youth of today is the most self centered ignorant generation of all time. It’s large in part due to growing up in a world filled with Smart Phones, tablets and social media. But it’s not really their fault is it? See, the people on top want the youth to be hooked on their phones, or tablets because it keeps their minds weak.
Vincent Lyons Jr: WEAK.
Victoria Lyons: With a weak mind, they become easier to control, and it keeps them from focusing on the truth. That the powers that be simply want them to be ignorant. That’s why they have made up words like fleek, or misuse words like bet, cap or lit. Thankfully for all of you , The Pride loves you and wishes to educate you. So, let’s talk about one of those words, let’s talk about lit. Vincent?
Vincent Lyons Jr: Lit. Verb. A simple past tense and past participle of light.
Victoria Lyons: But now people use it to mean cool, or exciting. One might say something like “That Alexander Lyons victory earlier was lit.” but you would be using the word incorrectly. Instead you might say “That Alexander Lyons victory earlier was exciting!”
~Victoria keeps a shit-eating grin on the camera.~
Victoria Lyons: So, how do we use the word lit properly? Well, listen and observe.
~The shot cuts to one of the arena, showing all the fans in attendance, before we hear the voice of Alexa or a similar AI speak.~
AI Voice: The arena is lit.
~After a moment, the lights go out, and the voice is heard again.~
AI Voice: The arena, is not lit.
~This repeats for a few more times, with the lights going on and off.~
AI Voice: Lit
AI Voice: Not lit.
AI Voice: Lit
AI Voice: Not lit.
AI Voice: Lit
AI Voice: Not lit.
~The crowd feeling insulted, begin to boo and jeer as we get back to a shot of Victoria and Vincent.~
Victoria Lyons: This has been an educational lesson from your friends in The Pride. Remember, we love you. We will open your eyes to truth and wisdom. Remember, we are always going to be STRONGER TOGETHER.
~Victoria winks at the camera, before exiting camera right, along with Vincent Jr.~
Plane tickets were expensive. Why did OCW need to hold their shows in the facist hellscape known as Florida? Literally the furthest place away from home in the country.
She couldn't lie, the jetsetting was getting to her.
SYNN sat in the back, scrolling through her iPhone. She just wanted to be left alone. No interviews, no promo pieces, none of it. Just get in the right head space, go home, get right, then come back to Florida and take the title of the undeserving paper champion Jack Sullivan........~
Random Vendor: "BEER HERE! FRESH BEER HERE!"
~Her thoughts were broken by a hick looking dude in a ball cap and a dirty "OCW ARENA" shirt that looked like it hadn't been washed in years--the kind that has his name plate in stitched writing. Like a janitor would wear.
She wondered how Peter Vaughn was doing.~
Random Vendor: "BEER HERE! GETCHA FRESH BEER HERE!"
~Synn, with a huff, stands up and walks over to the man.~
SYNN: "What are you doing?"
Random Vendor: "Practicing ma'am! Tonight is my first night and I want to make sure I get it right!"
~First night? With that shirt?! Pssssht. And the show is over half way through, he is practicing NOW?!!
Something wasn't adding up. She decided to let it be, and go back to her task at hand.
She sat back down on a equipment box with a sigh.
As she scrolled through flight options, the distant hum of chatter backstage became background noise. The scent of sweat and makeup lingered in the air. SYNN's focus wavered as an intrusive voice pierced through the ambient sounds once again – the vendor, a man preparing for his first night on the job.
His words reverberated through the corridor, each syllable an unwanted interruption.~
Random Vendor: "Flight to Alaska, connecting in Chicago," he declared with an enthusiasm that seemed out of place. "Only two seats left at this incredible price! Don't miss out!"
~SYNN squinted at her screen, frustration etched across her face. She muttered under her breath, wishing the vendor would choose a more discreet spot for his impromptu travel agency. Her attempts to book a flight were becoming increasingly challenging with every enthusiastic declaration he made.
But it wasn't just the volume that set SYNN on edge; an unsettling feeling began to crawl beneath her skin. The vendor's voice, though exuberant, held an undertone that sent shivers down her spine. She couldn't quite put her finger on it – was it a lingering echo, a hint of something darker concealed beneath the salesman's façade?
As SYNN continued to listen, the vendor's pitch took an eerie turn.~
Random Vendor: "Special midnight flights for the daring souls," he announced, his tone dipping into a mysterious cadence. "Escape the ordinary, embrace the unknown. One-way tickets to places you've never dreamed of."
~A cold breeze swept through the corridor, causing SYNN to shiver involuntarily. Her gaze shifted from the smartphone screen to the shadowy figure of the vendor. Was it a trick of the dim light, or did his eyes gleam with an unnatural intensity?
Her instincts screamed at her to finish the transaction quickly, but a strange curiosity compelled her to linger. Was there more to this vendor than met the eye? SYNN's fingers danced on the screen, booking her flight with haste. She stole a final glance at the vendor, who now whispered enticingly to an invisible audience, his eyes locked onto something unseen.
With a sense of unease, SYNN tucked her smartphone into her bag and hastened away from the backstage area. The vendor's haunting whispers followed her, echoing through the dimly lit corridor, leaving her to wonder if she had just stumbled upon a secret world hidden within the mundane façade of the backstage chaos.
The backstage labyrinth was a tangled mess of cables, prop crates, and half-dismantled stage sets. SYNN, her nerves frayed from a series of unfortunate events, sought solace in the shadows as she frantically tried to secure a flight home on her phone. The distant echo of the vendor's voice reverberated through the narrow passages, a relentless barrage of excitement as he practiced for his first night on the job.~
Annoyance crept over SYNN as his words mingled with the stress of booking a last-minute flight post-haste.~
Random Vendor: "Flights to exotic destinations! Unbeatable prices!"
~The vendor's enthusiasm grated on her nerves, making it impossible to concentrate on the task at hand. She glanced towards the source of the noise, a makeshift stall adorned with tattered posters of far-off places. How long had THAT been there?!
Something pulled her back towards the man and his now makeshift sales booth.
But when she got back to where she was, the booth was gone. It was just the vendor, holding the beer tray, practicing his lines.
WAS SHE GOING CRAZY?!
Frustration reached its peak when the vendor, seemingly oblivious to her plight, looked SYNN up and down, letting out a low whistle that sent a chill down her spine. His eyes lingered on her, revealing a leering gaze that surpassed the boundaries of mere admiration. The unsettling feeling in the pit of her stomach deepened.
Driven by a mix of irritation and self-preservation, SYNN's patience snapped like a taut wire. With a swift and practiced motion, she unleashed a stiff right hand that connected with the vendor's jaw. The man crumpled to the floor, his promotional flyers scattering like leaves in the wind.
As the backstage momentarily fell into an uneasy silence, SYNN surveyed the unconscious vendor at her feet. Her pulse quickened, the adrenaline from the confrontation coursing through her veins. Yet, amid the relief, a newfound sense of curiosity emerged.
Kneeling down to check if the vendor was truly out cold, SYNN's eyes caught something glinting in the dim light. Nestled within the folds of his jacket pocket was a tin of Grizzly Wintergreen Dip.
Intrigued, SYNN hesitated only briefly before reaching for the mysterious plastic circle. Its intricate design hinted at a significance beyond a simple trinket. What secrets could this man be hiding, and why did he carry such an enigmatic circle? The backstage, once a realm of irritation, transformed into a stage for a mystery that demanded unraveling.
SYNN pocketed the tin, her determination to escape the eerie backstage atmosphere now fueled by a newfound curiosity. Little did she know that the tin she held would unlock more than just doors—it would open the door to a nightmarish journey she had never anticipated.~
~Cuff gives the cue or both men to meet in the middle. As they step to the middle of the ring, you can witness a significant disparity in height between the two gentlemen. Wreck grins and delivers a powerful right hook to S. Hawkins. The crowd erupts with excitement as Wreck proceeds to unleash a barrage of attacks on the smaller opponent. Swiftly, S. Hawkins ducks down, causing Wreck to miss a wild swing and instead connects with a dropkick to the knee. Wreck stumbles backwards while S. Hawkins seizes the opportunity to launch punches and chops, aiming for an offensive comeback. He manages to push Wreck towards the ropes and attempts a spectacular flipping dropkick, but Wreck counters by using both hands to forcefully bring S. Hawkins crashing down onto the mat.~
Jon McDaniel: Wreck is a very big man with amazing cruiserweight like speed. But in a match like this he is wisely using his size to get the upper hand.
Brian Rentfro: Yeah but when did he last win a match? 2006?
~Wreck grabs hold of S. Hawkins and hurls him towards the corner with great force! Wreck charges in and delivers a powerful knee strike right into S. Hawkins' midsection. Swiftly, Wreck lifts S. Hawkins up onto the top turnbuckle. With lightning speed, Wreck unleashes a barrage of punches at S. Hawkins before joining him on the ropes. He secures a double arm underhook on S. Hawkins before leaping back and forcefully driving his head into the mat! Slightly shaken, S. Hawkins trembles as Wreck gracefully floats over for the pinfall attempt!~
1!
2!
3!!!!!!!
~DING DING DING~
Belvedere: And your winner via pinfall.... STEVEN WRECK SMYTH!
Jon McDaniel: I didn’t see that coming.
Brian Rentfro: Goes to show if you don’t put in the effort to promote your match, you won’t get very far. I hear Tamika is disappointed in the lack of effort.
Jon McDaniel: Don’t blame her. Hopefully Hawkins has learned his lesson here.
Brian Rentfro: Time will tell. He isn’t booked for Technical Difficulties 2, PWA’s PMS event. His only option is the WarGames Captain battle royal on Night Two.
Jon McDaniel: Very true.
Donnie Harris: I’m sure the fans are disappointed to see this, but, here I am, finding that I was invited to the show, only to find my name nowhere on the card. I guess I have to remind all of you special people that I currently sit above quite a few people in this business, bearing both the Outcast Championship Wrestling Anarchy Championship and the Outsiders Championship Wrestling Streaming Service Championship. Now, I get it, Tamika Strader, boss lady, whatever the fuck you want to call yourself, that you don’t give a fuck about those of us that found success outside of Online Championship Wrestling, but you can’t deny that it is proof that my talent far exceeds many of those you would like to have anything comparable to the powerhouse I’ve proven myself to be!
~There are boos coming from the background, but, being behind the scenes with an open mic and a focused cameraperson, Donnie keeps on flying.~
Donnie Harris: Just think- - - when you people would rather see me brutally demolish some cheap floozy or another worthless talent on the Strader roster, for lack of a better description, she would rather have people like Axis or Paul Freedom or, someone who’ve I’ve punished for thinking she was my superior, Alexandra fucking Calaway show up to her show, ready for action. Sure, I mean, if you want to showcase your weakest links. It’s almost shocking as to how or why PWA would pick up OCW as an affiliate. Really, who asked you?
~The boos from the Florida crowd intensify, but Donnie isn’t done, not yet.~
Donnie Harris: So I don’t have a match; I guess I’m going to have to make my way through the building and, one after another, I’m going to start picking off each and every wrestler I need to, in order to get your attention. You want to deny me an opportunity? I’m going to make my own. And I’m not going to stop until I get your damn attention.
~Donnie throws the mic aside and gives the cameraperson a punishing spinning high roundhouse kick, as the camera flops to the side, showing Donnie, wearing a pair of wrestling shoes with his jeans and button~down collared shirt, marching towards the locker rooms.~
Jon McDaniel: Lot’s of love for PWA and OCW majority owner, Tamika Strader!
Brian Rentfro: Well, we are finally learning the full line up for Technical Difficulties 2.
Jon McDaniel: After the success of Texas Chainsaw Massacre last October to launch this project, TD2 is supersized!
~Tamika reaches the ring, and Belvedere hands her a microphone. She pats him on the back as he leaves the ring. The music quiets down and Tamika addresses the OCW Faithful.~
Tamika Strader: Oh, my beautiful OCW Faithful how are we doing in Key West?!
~The people pop loudly and Tamika smiles, continuing on.~
Tamika Strader: I don’t wanna take up a lot of time here so let’s just get to it. Time to show the full line up for TD2!!!! Play the video!!!!!!!!!!!!!
~the fans are on their feet cheering and Tamika smiles widely.~
Tamika Strader: Enjoy the rest of the show, and we’ll see all y’all Feruary 23rd to 25th live from “Taiwan” for the biggest Premium Mega Show yet... TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
~Tamika makes her exit it “Four Little Diamonds” by ELO plays throughout the arena.~
Brian Rentfro: Tamara looking good.
Jon McDaniel: SYNN is looking serious. She wants to fix the Christmas Chaos result.
Brian Rentfro: hey, she is guaranteed a spot in the triple threat match at Push It To The Limit for the OCW Great North Championship and is on the PWA World Champions team for Death March: War Games Return to the Illuminatus!
Jon McDaniel: You aren’t wrong. Tuff is signalling for the bell!
~DING DING DING~
~Tamara and SYNN look at each other, no respect, no gratitude, no hatred, or anything else shows in either face, this is just another match for both competitors. As the slowly walk toward each other, they begin to judge each other, looking for an advantage a weakness to exploit in the other's style. Unable to find a major weakness, they tie up and are locked in both a battle of wills as well as strength. SYNN reaches out with her foot connecting with Tamara's knee causing her to stumble slightly into a side headlock from SYNN. He slightly releases the hold, but uses the momentum of her closing arms to further wrench the hold onto Tamara's neck. The pain is obvious in her eyes as she contemplates her escape from the hold. She is back to her feet as SYNN tries to force her back to the mat. Tamara pushes SYNN into the ropes, but she manages to hold onto the side headlock. Grabbing her under her legs, she lifts SYNN into the air and she flips over backwards, releasing the side headlock on Tamara; she stumbles forward slightly before catching herself. SYNN is up grabbing at both her back, shoulder blades, and the back of her head; she seems to have hit every part on the mat.~
Brian Rentfro: SYNN is still feeling last month against Knox.
Jon McDaniel: As you would be too.
Brian Rentfro: No doubt my commentating partner.
~Tamara is like a shark smelling blood in the ocean as she stalks her prey, SYNN. He is on her knees with her back to Tamara as she delivers a massive boot kick to the middle of her shoulder blades and SYNN is face down on the mat. Not letting her get any rest, she is on top of her injuries with a half Boston crab, pulling as far back as she can. SYNN cries out in pain, but reaches the ropes red faced and sweating. Quickly releasing the hold, she turns to pulling her back into the middle of the ring, where she hooks on her sharpshooter submission hold. SYNN cries out again in pain and begins a crawl towards the ropes, but Tamara is having none of that as she releases the hold to pull her to the far ropes and hooks in the hold, making SYNN crawl all the way across the ring to the far side ropes while being in the sharpshooter. SYNN is red faced behind the face paint and sweaty and half way across the ring, digging for every inch, but not giving up just yet, she cries out and digs yet another inch. He finally reaches the ropes, but to no rest, Tamara is quickly back on it with a surfboard in the middle of the ring, again SYNN cries out in huge amounts of pain.~
Jon McDaniel: She is going to break her in half.
Brian Rentfro: She is aiming to do just that, I do believe.
~Tamara drops the hold for a traditional abdominal stretch, where she can and does drop repeated elbows to the ribs of SYNN SYNN. The look on Tamara's face is one of utter enjoyment as she drops each elbow. SYNN looks dead in the hold, until she grasps the leg of Tamara and somehow manages to flip her up and backwards and she rolls the leg for a pin.~
1!
2!!
3!!!!!
~DING DING DING~
Belvedere: And your winner via pinfall.... SYNN!!!!!!
Jon McDaniel: And SYNN has righted the wrong and grabs a big win heading into Technical Difficulties 2 for Tamika Strader’s prized fighter, Jack Sullivan, the PWA Grizzly Beer Champion!
Brian Rentfro: Just like when Tamika ran the Chaos brand in the old PWA, she has her favourites.
Jon McDaniel: I don’t see her marrying Jack like she did Simon Kalis though.
Brian Rentfro: Hey, it’s 2024, anything is possible!
Jon McDaniel: Shut up, ya pervert.
~~The arena sound system abruptly bombards the audience with the distinctive opening of "Summerholidays vs. Punkroutine" by Refused, a signature track from what is arguably one of the top five punk bands in Swedish history. The intro riff, with its jarring interplay between the full voicing and palm muting of a single guitar note at a vivace tempo, has barely gotten through the first bar by the time Paul Freedom bursts out from backstage to stand at the top of the entrance ramp, his posture visibly tense and the big smile plastered across his face failing to reach his russet eyes. As the modest applause washes over him, his demeanor softens in response, from core to countenance.~
Belvedere: From Arlington, MA weighing in at 195 pounds...
~While the black pads on his elbows and knees appear to have been bought off the rack at a sporting goods store, the white tights he wears, accented with red and blue flames, bear the marks of expert craftsmanship, if not a particularly inspired artistic vision. His ensemble is completed by taped wrists and black pull-on boots that appear to have been intended more for working industrial construction than working the leg. All told, while it's a motley assortment of gear, it has the dubious honor of looking more like something a wrestler would wear than the guy wearing it looks like someone who would wrestle. He's taller than the average person, but not necessarily the average wrestler. His upper body has a level of muscle tone that is atypical in how typical it is. Even that, however, is difficult to fully discern through his body hair, which is matted with sweat to his swarthy skin in several places. The look is, arguably, completed by an unruly mop of dark hair.~
Belvedere: he is JOB (PAUL FREEDOM!)!!!!!!!!!!!!
~As the song continues to play out, the vocalist lamenting the eternal conflict between doing something for love or for money, particularly the ways those lines can become blurred, something in the distorted guitars and driving rhythm finally seems to galvanize Paul into action. He takes a deep breath, his shoulders heaving, and begins a deliberate plod to the ring. He extends his hands for high fives from those in attendance but, after largely being left hanging, shrugs and dashes the rest of the way to the ring to slide in under the bottom rope. He looks for his first opportunity to offer his opponent a handshake! Which Emerson accepts.~
Jon McDaniel: Should be a much better showing from Emerson as he hasn’t gotten high in a month and been in the gym training.
Brian Rentfro: One can hope.
~DING DING DING~
~Paul turns, but is almost decapitated by Emerson who roars in with a clothesline. Paul drops to the mat and is immediately set upon as Eric puts the boot in, beating Paul towards the ropes. Paul tries to get up, but can only get back to his feet when Emerson pulls him up. The sensation of standing up soon ends as Emerson hooks Paul up and slams him to the mat with a snap suplex. Keeping his arms locked on Freedom!, Emerson rolls through and delivers a second snap suplex and attempts a third, only for Paul to start fighting back by punching Emerson in the gut with repeated shots.~
Jon McDaniel: Emerson was wearing Paul out with those multiple suplexes, but now Paul is fighting back.
~Emerson finally let’s go of Paul and is now staggering holding his midsection. Paul then charges in and nails Emerson with a Lou Thez Press, with Paul landing on top of him and now delivering mounted punches.~
Jon McDaniel: Look at Paul go! Winning the title could be the boost he needs to redefine his career.
Brian Rentfro: Well, as long as someone beats the hell outta someone, I'm happy.
~Paul gets off of Emerson and drags him up. Emerson is whipped into the ropes, but he rebounds and hits Paul with a knee to the gut. Emerson goes to grab him, but Paul counters out, swinging behind Emerson and delivering a german suplex with a bridging pin.~
Jon McDaniel: German suplex from Freedom!. He must of gained that from training with Stone!
1!
2!!
Brian Rentfro: Get back at him, Eric! I want to see Paul suffer!
Jon McDaniel: Are you really happy with your life, Rayne?
Brian Rentfro: What? Of course. Didn’t you see the picture I took with your mother?
~Paul and Emerson lock up in the middle of the ring. Emerson tries to suplex Freedom!, but Paul counters and drops behind him. He tries to take Emerson down with a crucifix, but Emerson has enough power to stay on his feet. Paul rolls off and hits the ropes. Paul comes off with a crossbody, but Emerson catches him and nails a fallaway slam. Emerson drops down and locks in a triangle choke as the crowd cheers. Paul quickly reaches the ropes and the referee starts a 5 count, warning Emerson to break the hold, which he does on about 4 and a half.~
Jon McDaniel: If I was Paul Freedom!, I would try to get this match over with as quickly as I can.
Brian Rentfro: I you were Paul Freedom!, the match would be over.
Jon McDaniel: Hey, I know a little about wrestling.
~Emerson pulls Paul up and gets behind for what looks to be a belly to back suplex.~
Brian Rentfro: Well, allow me to farther your wrestling experience by telling you if Emerson nails this then we have a new champion!
~Emerson tries to hit the move, but Paul is struggling and manages to block it. Emerson spins Paul around and attempts a kick that Paul blocks, then turns into a hard t-bone suplex.~
Jon McDaniel: Beautiful counter from Job!
~Paul rolls over and covers Emerson.~
1!
2!!
Jon McDaniel: Another near fall!
~Paul waits for Emerson to make his way back up to a vertical base. Emerson stands, looking slightly unsteady on his feet. Paul hits a kick to the gut and goes for the Panther Bomb. Emerson however manages wiggle off Paul shoulders and shoves Paul away and face first into the turnbuckle. Paul bounces out and stumbles straight back into Emerson. Emerson lifts Paul high into the air and holds him in an inverted suplex position for several seconds. After about 8, he drops Paul with a vicious impact onto the top rope.~
Jon McDaniel: That’s known to some fans as the Hangman Suplex. And it looks like Eric thinks it’s enough to win the belt!
Brian Rentfro: That's more like it!
1!
2!!
Jon McDaniel: It wasn't enough, Paul got his shoulder up!
Brian Rentfro: DAMN IT!!! Do it again!
~Emerson pulls Paul up and whips him into the ropes, hitting him with an impressive tilt-a-whirl slam as Paul comes back. Paul takes the fall badly, but manages to get back up soon enough. Emerson follows him up with a series of blows to the chest and head. Emerson goes to whip Paul again, but Paul counters yanking Emerson towards him and into release northern lights suplex. Emerson spends a few moments on the canvas before trying to get up. Paul dropkicks him in the face, leaving Emerson lying before he heads up to the top rope with the fans somewhat behind him.~
Jon McDaniel: High risk move right here!
Brian Rentfro: Get up Eric... actually maybe he should stay down, who knows what that idiot Paul Freedom! will do?
~Paul is perched patiently on the top turnbuckle as he waits for Emerson to get back to his feet. Eyes glazed over, Eric gets back up and slowly stumbles 180 degrees to face Freedom!. As soon as he's in position Paul dives off looking for a crossbody press. He hits the move, but Emerson catches him in his arms. But Emerson can barely hold him as he's staggering back with Paul in his arms and he staggers straight back into the ropes as he dumps Paul over his head, over the top rope and to the ringside floor.~
OCW Faithful: OHHHHH!
Jon McDaniel: Paul went looking for a crossbody, but ended up being thrown out of the ring!
Brian Rentfro: Emerson barely caught The Panther and barely got him over the top rope. But he did, and Paul Freedom! hit the ground face first!
~Emerson bides his time in the ring while Paul tries to recover on the outside. It's only when Paul starts moving that Emerson leans over the ropes to inspect his opponent, giving Paul the opportunity to take advantage and hangman him on the top rope. Paul slides into the ring as Emerson stumbles backwards, struggling for air. Paul hits a kick to the gut, followed by a huge DDT, and Freedom! hits the top turnbuckle and leaps off without looking... ~
Jon McDaniel: THE IMPRESSIVE DISPLAY OF AGILITY!!!
Brian Rentfro: Just when we thought Eric wasn’t gonna smoke crack anymore!
~Paul crawls across and makes a cover.~
1!
2!!
3!!!!!!!!!
Belvedere: And your winner via pinfall... JOB (PAUL FREEDOM!)!!!!!
Jon McDaniel: Well a month clean with training and Eric looked much better but Freedom!
Brian Rentfro: yeah, I like this kid.
Jon McDaniel: You don’t like anybody.
Brian Rentfro: Not true. I like your mom.
Jon McDaniel: Why do I continue to work with you?
Brian Rentfro: The paycheque?
Jon McDaniel: Anyway! Looking forward to Freedom! taking on Mad Dog for the vacant OCW TV Championship at TD2 next month!
Brian Rentfro: Hick vs city boy. Should be good!
Mad Dog sits the jar down and then himself down on the bench again. Mad Dog pulls his fighting boots from his bag, pulls on one and then takes another swig from the jar. Mad Dog repeats this process with the other boot, following up with two swigs.
Mad Dog grabs his trucker hat that reads “Under this hat is one mean S.O.B”, and after he puts it one he takes another swig. After this the cameraman clears his throat loudly, as of trying to get Mad Dog's attention.
Mad Dog looks up, seeing the camera and gives a big grin. Mad Dog opens his mouth the speak when we hear the sound of a toilet flushing in the locker room.
The camera pans around to see Sunny Jim stepping out from a stall and shoving his dress shirt into his pants. Sunny looks up and see the camera, and immediately is embarrassed, but goes right into promo mode with his shirt half out of his pants. ~
Sunny Jim: Tonight's the night. The night my client introduces OCW, and the whole PWA universe to THE FUTURE TELEVISION CHAMPION!!!
Mad Dog: HELL YEAH!!!
Sunny Jim: Tonight, we take care of Shane Donovan, in what some may call a throw away match, but the only reason anyone could really call this a throw away match is because Shane Donovan is a piece of trash. Guess what Shane? Mike Zybala will be whipping his trash truck around here tomorrow morning and Mark Wright is going to make sure your butt is sitting on the corner for pick up.
Mad Dog: HELL YEAH!!!
Sunny Jim: Tonight, we make a statement, tomorrow we make headlines, and…
Mad Dog: Tuesday we make BABIES!!!
Sunny Jim: WHAT!?! NO! Then we make history when Mad Dog Mark Wright becomes the first PWA Television champion at Technical Difficulties two.
Mad Dog: HELL YEAH!!!
Sunny Jim: Mark, are you drunk?
Mad Dog: HELL YEAH!!!
~Sunny facepalms, and Mad Dog beings laughing. ~
Mad Dog: Na Sunny Baby, I'm just getting primed for my prime time. We fitten to shock the world tonight, and then go be the kings oh the airwaves when old Mad Dog upset Donovan and go take that TV strap. I know Shnane, or no one else in PWA can hit as hard as a jar oh Pappy’s white lighting, so if I can ride this lighting I can ride Donovan’s butt all night long.
Sunny Jim: Mark, maybe you should stop drinking.
Mad Dog: Sunny, maybe you should pull that piece of paper off ya show and wash your hands.
~Sunny looks down to see a long string of toilet paper stuck to the bottom of his loafer. Sunny begins grumbling under bis breath while Mad Dog laughs and takes another swig as the scene fades out. ~
~ 'Watch Me Shine' by Fozzy starts up and Dylan Thomas emerges through the curtain arm in arm with his wife Lissandra Thomas. Both have a huge air of happiness about them. The arena is FILLED with cheers at these two. They make their way to the ring with huge smiles on their faces and Dylan helps Lissandra up onto the apron, holding the ring ropes open for her. She climbs through and kisses her man as she does so. As the music dies down, Dylan helps his wife out of the ring before eyeing the ramp awaiting Calaway.~
Jon McDaniel: This is gonna be a great preview of what’s to come!
Brian Rentfro: if Thomas can pull this off, the odds certainly even out for the title match next month!
Belvedere: Introducing next...
~The lights go down and "Mine" Halestorm starts to play. The arena is filled with Red and lights and fog. The Silhouette of Alexandra can be seen at the top of the ramp. She poses on the top of the ramp and as the beat drops, she starts to make her way down the ramp, towards the ring. Stopping halfway down the ramp, she stops looking out over the crowd, before continuing on. She smirks seeing some of the signs people made, a cocky smirk crosses her face.~
Belvedere: From Dallas, Texas... she is... the PWA United States Champion... ALEXANDRA CALAWAY!!!!!!!!!!
~Finishing her walk down the ramp, she climbs onto the ring apron and up onto the turnbuckle. She slips into the ring and poses on the ropes, leaning forward on the ropes handing her championship belt to Gruff as she stares at Dylan.~
~DING DING DING~
~Calaway and Thomas eye each other. The circle each other and attempt a lock up, but Thomas lands a stiff kick to the gut of Calaway.~
~Thomas backs Calaway into the ropes. He lands 3 hard backhand chops to the upper chest of Ally.
OCW Faithful: WOOO! WOOO! WOOO!
Brian Rentfro: Hard chops from Thomas.
~Dylan whips Ally into the ropes and goes for a running lariat. Ally ducks and hits a picture perfect dropkick that sends Dylan to the mat. Ally drops a leg on Dylan and goes for the quick cover.~
1!
KICKOUT!
~Ally quickly to her feet. Dylan sweeps the legs from under her and goes for a pin.~
1!
KICKOUT!
~Ally returns the favor, sweeping the legs from under Dylan.~
1!
KICKOUT!
~Both competitors quickly get to their feet, ready to battle.
Jon McDaniel: Good exchange from Calaway and Thomas.
~Ally and Thomas lock up. Calaway grabs a headlock. Dylan backs her into the ropes and shoots her across the ring. Ally bounces off the ropes, ducks an attempted clothesline, and hops up to Dylan’s shoulders in a hurricanrana position, then pushes herself off Dylan’s head and executes an armdrag. Dylan is up quickly. Ally whips him into the ropes. She grabs him in an attempt to execute a tilt-a-whirl slam, but Dylan reverses it into an armdrag of his own. Both competitors up quickly. The crowd is applauding both wrestlers. The circle each other again, then lock up. This time Dylan grabs a headlock. Ally whips Dylan into the ropes and catches him with a spinning leg lariat that downs Dylan. Ally goes for the pin.~
1!
2!!!
KICKOUT!!!
~Ally attempts a spinning back elbow. Dylan sidesteps and hits a belly to back overhead suplex. Ally flips through it, landing on her feet. Bounding off the ropes, Ally attempts a lariat. Dylan drops to his back to evade the move, then kips up. Dylan goes for a roundhouse kick. Ally ducks and hits a side thrust kick that staggers Dylan. Ally lands a kick to the gut and goes for a powerbomb. Dylan easily powers her over for a backdrop, but Ally rolls through for a sunset flip. Dylan uses his weight and momentum to roll though before Ally can hook his shoulders. Quickly to his feet he goes for a roundhouse kick to Ally’s head. Ally ducks, pulls Dylan backwards into a cradle. Dylan, once again, rolls through and gets to his feet.~
~Alexandra is on her feet, too. Dylan goes for a clothesline, but Ally ducks it, and hits the ropes. She hits a hurricanrana on Dylan, and reaches back to hook his legs. Dylan powers her over to attempt a pin. Ally rolls through and hits a dropkick on Dylan. Dylan rolls backwards to his feet, and once again goes for a roundhouse kick to Ally. Calaway drops to her back to attempt another cradle, but Thomas takes advantage with a standing legdrop and goes for the pin.~
1!
2!!
KICKOUT!!!!
~The OCW Faithful is going nuts for this action.~
Brian Rentfro: I can’t believe what I’m seeing! I mean the OCW’s resident badasses are actually wrestling each other, not beating each other’s brains out!
Jon McDaniel: And this crowd is showing their appreciation! These two know that this is no ordinary match. This is a preview of Technical Difficulties 2.
~Dylan and Ally are back to their feet. Dylan extends his hand for a handshake.~
Brian Rentfro: You’re kidding, right?
Jon McDaniel: She’d be wise to refuse the handshake.
~Ally cautiously takes Dylan’s hand and the two shakes, then lock up in the middle of the ring. Dylan backs Ally into the corner. The referee, Gruff steps in to get the clean break. Dylan takes a couple of steps back, then lands a hard kick to the chest of Ally. He follows it up with two hard forearm shots to the jaw. Thomas whips Ally into the far corner and follows her in with a charging clothesline. Calaway slumps in the corner. Dylan pulls her out and hits a bodyslam. Dylan climbs to the middle turnbuckle and hits a legdrop.~
Brian Rentfro: A-Lister pressing the advantage.
~Thomas covers.
1!
2!!!
THR--- NO! KICKOUT!!!
~Dylan picks up Ally. Ally pushes Dylan back, follows up with a kick to the gut and hits the Double Arm DDT!!!
1!
2!!!
~KICKOUT as Gruff’s hand was about to hit the mat for 3.~
~Ally pulls Dylan to his feet, spins behind him and hits a release German suplex. Ally grabs Thomas and hits a brain buster, but Thomas lands too close to the ropes for a pin. Calaway hits a bulldog on Thomas.~
Brian Rentfro: A bulldog on Dylan!
~Calaway presses the advantage, hitting an atomic drop, then a charging lariat. Thomas is down in the middle of the ring. Calaway drags him closer to the corner. She gives the signal that it’s over and climbs to the top rope. Calaway launches herself off the top, but Thomas moves at the last second , allowing her to crash to the mat.~
Brian Rentfro: That’s the reason they call it high risk, McDaniel.
Jon McDaniel: Crash and burn by Calaway.
~Thomas pulls Ally up double underhook kneestrikes to the head. Then a butterfly suplex. Thomas covers, but Calaway puts her leg over the bottom rope.~
Jon McDaniel: Great Ring awareness by the champ.
Brian Rentfro: She is a veteran after all.
~Dylan backs Calaway into the corner and hits a forearm shot. Calaway returns the favour. Dylan grabs Calaway by the hair and hits a succession of 10 rapid fire headbutts to the side of Calaway’s head. Dylan lets go of Calaway, who crumples to the mat. Dylan stumbles backwards holding his head in his hands. Some blood can be seen seeping between his fingers and running down the backs of his hands. He pulls his hands away and the OCW Faithful OOOHHS as they see a big gash has opened up on Thomas’s head.~
Brian Rentfro: Jesus Christ! What a nasty ass cut on Dylan’s head!
Jon McDaniel: All the scar tissue built up on the head of Dylan from nearly twenty years of wars in the ring….It’s easy for the head to split.
Brian Rentfro: Hell yeah! Specially after you ram it into someone else’s head 10 freakin times!
~Thomas picks Calaway up and sets her on the top rope. Dylan starts to climb to the middle rope, but stops in mid climb to gather his wits. He then grabs Calaway, positions himself on the top rope, and hits an avalanche exploder suplex.~
Brian Rentfro: DAMN! THAT WAS A HELLACIOUS IMPACT!
Jon McDaniel: Thomas’s not goin for the cover! He’s goin back up top!
~Thomas launches himself off and hits a diving headbutt on Calaway.~
Brian Rentfro: This guy’s nuts!
Jon McDaniel: He wants to prove he can beat Calaway. And Thomas drapes the arm over Calaway!
1!
2!!
3!!!!!
Belvedere: And your winner via pinfall.... A-LISTER DYLAN THOMAS!!!!!!
Jon McDaniel: And Dylan has a made a statement: He’s gonna be the next PWA United States Champion!
Brian Rentfro: he still has to win on the island.
Jon McDaniel: True, but he’s made a point here tonight: he could win it at Technical Difficulties 2.
Brian Rentfro: It’s a Welcome to the Jungle match? What is that?
Jon McDaniel: Suggest you check out the OCW TransAtlantic Championship match between Supreme Machine and the champ at the time, Veronica Strader-Cain at the first TD to get an idea what’s in store.
Brian Rentfro: Naw, I’m good. No Studying, remember?
Jon McDaniel: Who could forget?
Mysterious Voice: Technical Difficulties.....how VERY fitting.
~Then, slowly, the screen faded in to reveal......~
Mysterious Voice: How very fitting indeed.
~We fade back to ringside to a confused commentary team.~
Brian Rentfro: What in the blue fuck was that about?
Jon McDaniel: An omen, I am guessing.
~Jon chuckles as Brian looks a tad bad frightened.~
“I wanna be a messiah… a king… a God in extension!”
~The words blare over the PA system before the opening riffs of “God in Extension” by Jack Daw kick in. Smoke billows out from the side of the entrance ramp as the lights dim before Shane Donovan steps onto the entrance ramp. He is clad in black tights with “MANMADEMONSTER” written down his left leg and “SOCIETY” written down the right, with a heavy knee brace over his tights on that leg as well as a denim coat lined with leather, a hood over his head.~
~His back is to the crowd as the song continues, his arms raising before he turns to face the audience. He then points towards the ring, mouthing along with the lyrics for a moment before lowering his arms and starting his approach.~
~Shane makes his way down the ramp, taunting fans as he reaches the bottom, circling around the outside until he comes to the ring steps. He ascends them, stepping between the top and middle ropes to enter the ring proper. Once inside, he climbs to the top turnbuckle of the nearest corner, yelling out to the crowd, dropping down with a smirk once he’s satisfied by the level of boos he receives. He then removes his jacket, handing it off to a ringside worker, who hands him a microphone.~
Shane Donovan: Well then, fans of OCW. I think to start things off I’m going to offer all of you an apology. I’m truly sorry you all had to witness the wrestling put on display here tonight so far. Paul Freedom? Savior Hawkins? What a bunch of no name bozos put in front of you all to lap up.
~Shane turns to face the entrance ramp, pointing towards the back.~
Shane Donovan: I hope Tamika Strader and the others back there have been paying attention to what was put into the ring. How disappointing it must be to have such high hopes and to get… *that* delivered to everyone here. A tragedy is what it is.
~The fans let Shane have it, raining down jeers for his comments. He ignores this, of course, continuing on.~
Shane Donovan: That is why I am doubling down on my comments from last show, and making a promise to all of you that I’m going to be elevating the quality around these parts. It starts with the OCW Global Championship. That War Games match has my name on it, and I know Tamika is smart enough to understand I need to be a part of that, and at Technical Difficulties I’ll make sure she and I are on the same page about it. That’s for another day, however. Hit my opponent’s music and get his ass out here, it’s go time.
~Shane hands off the mic, moving to his corner to await his opponent.~
Belvedere: And his opponent...
"AAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGG! ROOF! ROOF! ROOF!"
~The sound of banjo picking begins to play over the PA~
Woke up early this morning
As I looked around my world be crumblin' down
What I saw, I couldn't believe, Who are you?
What might I be? Oh, the things you do
Belvedere: Hailing from Big Ugly, West Virginia... weighing in at 238lbs... MAD DOG MARK WRIGHT!!!!!!
~"Mad Dog" Mark Wright comes barreling through the entrance way. Chugging a can of beer. He stops at the top of the entrance way, and smashes the can on his head. Mad Dog throws the smashed can into the crowd and then pulls his jacket off throwing it down and runs down the entrance way and slides under the bottom rope into the ring.~
Jon McDaniel: This should be quite the main event. Both men are confident in their abilities!
Brian Rentfro: Mad Dog hoping for a better run here than the XWF.
Jon McDaniel: With a smaller roster, Mad Dog won’t get lost in the shuffle here.
Brian Rentfro: let’s see how the third gen wrestler handles main event pressure from the veteran, Shane Donovan.
~DING DING DING~
~Donovan and Mad Dog stare across the ring at each other; former partners now facing off against each other. They both goes for a lock up in the middle of the ring, Donovan ducks under the collar and elbow attempt from Mad Dog; he is behind Mad Dog. Spinning, Mad Dog catches Donovan’s insiguri kick attempt and spins Donovan around into a inverted atomic drop. Donovan comes crashing down stumbling forward towards the ropes, he turns back to stare at the charging Mad Dog. Back body drop and Mad Dog is flipped over the top rope to the outside.~
Jon McDaniel: Quick moves from Donovan is a normal night, but Mad Dog showing that he has been training.
Brian Rentfro: Yeah, caught me off-guard as well.
~Mad Dog is getting back to his feet, but Donovan is leaping over the top rope with a plancha to the outside. Mad Dog catches Shane in mid air spinning him around to slam him with a modified scoop bodyslam.~
Scruff: One!
~Mad Dog whips Donovan towards the metal guardrail, but it is reversed at the last second and Mad Dog is sent crashing into the unforgiving metal at ringside.~
Scruff: TWO!
~Mad Dog bounces back from the impact of back and metal guardrail into a droptoe hold and Mad Dog's face is planted to the concrete floor.~
Scruff: THREE!
~Using the guardrail as a springboard jump, Donovan flips into the air crashing down on empty concrete. Mad Dog rolls out of the way just in time which causes Donovan to kiss the concrete this time.~
Scruff: FOUR!
~Both men are down, but Mad Dog is managing to move slightly faster to his vertical base as Donovan clutches at his chest which made harder contact with the unforgiving concrete.~
Scruff: FIVE!
Jon McDaniel: These two men had better get this back in the ring and quick.
Brian Rentfro: Let 'em fight!
~Collar and elbow tie up outside, boot to the gut from Donovan has Mad Dog doubled over at the waist. Donovan springboards from the ring apron with a DDT and Mad Dog's skull once again meets the hard floor.~
Scruff: SIX!
~Donovan grabs the back of Mad Dog's head and begins to pound it furiously into the concrete, he is trying to bust his former partner wide open and early in the match.~
Scruff: SEVEN!
~Donovan now stands with his legs spread over the back of Mad Dog's head, he is lifting him up for a piledriver right onto the exposed floor. Back body drop again, this time to Donovan, and he lands back first on the floor, hisleft foot catching the corner of the ring steps.~
Scruff: EIGHT!
~Mad Dog picks up Donovan, grinning a not so pleasant grin, and proceeds to Irish whip him into the ringsteps, but Donovan kicks the right leg of Mad Dog and Mad Dog falls to the wounded knee he clutches at it.~
Scruff: NINE!
~Donovan rolls into the ring, effectively breaking the count at nine and keeping the match alive. He hits the ropes, aiming for some sort of aerial move. He baseball slides right into Mad Dog's wounded bent knee and Mad Dog grunts from the pain. Smiling with a cocky smile, Donovan chops away at the overall covered chest of Mad Dog, the chops are so hard that they tear the shirt.~
Scruff: ONE!
~Donovan rolls Mad Dog back into the ring before the count reaches two. Mad Dog is stunned from the kick to the knee and then baseball slide to the same knee and is still clutching at the offending body part. Placing the leg on the ropes, Donovan jumps up and down onto the toe of Mad Dog's upturned boot, low blowing himself. As he grabs at his now injured manhood, Mad Dog begins to slide out from under his opponent and gets to his feet. Donovan turns around big clothesline from Mad Dog! Donovan is backed up into the corner, chop from Mad Dog, another chop, a repeated third chop and Donovan's chest is turning blood red. Not only has the blood vessels broken, but the skin seems to be trickling the faintest amount of blood.~
Jon McDaniel: Vicious chops from Mad Dog.
Brian Rentfro: Donovan might have thought Mad Dog was a loveable hick, but there isn't much love in the way he is fighting.
~Lifting him up, Donovan is now resting on the top turnbuckle; Mad Dog climbs up after him. Top Rope Superplex! Both Donovan and Mad Dog are down, Donovan haven slid all the way across the ring on his back. Mad Dog rolls over and to his knees before getting back to his feet; he is covered in sweat. Mad Dog walks over to Donovan who has begun to slowly rise up and the two meets with right hands. Donovan is getting the worse of the right hands from the much bigger and more powerful man and is quickly backed into another corner. Donovan doesn't let this bother him as he walks backwards up the corner turnbuckles diving with a moonsault over Mad Dog's head and turns around to face Mad Dog's back. Mad Dog spins quickly, but is not able to avoid the foot placed into his stomach. Donovan climbs through the ropes to the outside before climbing up to the top turnbuckle, he dives with a leg drop across the back of Mad Dog's neck taking him down to the mat. He rolls Mad Dog over; he hooks a leg.~
1!
2!!
~Mad Dog kicks out with some authority, but it is noticeable that his energy is draining fast.~
Brian Rentfro: Big men are powerful, but their size inhibits their endurance.
Jon McDaniel: Donovan is tiring too, but possibly not as fast as Mad Dog.
~Donovan climbs back through the ropes, holding onto the top most rope with both hands. Mad Dog gets back to his feet facing away from Donovan, who leaps to the top rope. Springboard bulldog and Mad Dog is down on his face yet again. Donovan somehow hooks in a crossface chicken wing move, but is unable to secure the hold properly due to Mad Dog's massive size. Mad Dog easily breaks the hold by getting to his knees and shaking Donovan like a rag doll in a dog's teeth. Donovan is flung to the ropes and using the momentum springboards with a flying forearm and elbow to the side of Mad Dog's head. Mad Dog ducks from the blow catching Donovan in a fireman's carry slam to the mat. Both men are down and the ref begins another long count.
Scruff: ONE!... TWO!... THREE!... FOUR!... FIVE!... SIX!...
~Donovan is moving now a little faster than Mad Dog; Donovan being to one knee as Mad Dog is just rolling over.
Scruff: SEVEN!... EIGHT!...
~Donovan falls to the ropes in an effort to get back up to his feet as Mad Dog is up to both knees at this point. Mad Dog shakes his head and leaning on the ropes, Donovan does the exact same. Donovan goes for a punt kick to Mad Dog's temple, but Mad Dog catches it standing up with the captured body part. Mad Dog laughs as Donovan is shaking his head; using his right foot, Mad Dog kicks the foot out from under Donovan. He hooks Donovan up in a Texas Cloverlead! Donovan is near the ropes, but can he move both himself and Mad Dog?~
Brian Rentfro: Donovan is going to get broken in half!
Jon McDaniel: He could tap, but that is unlikely.
~Using what is probably all of his strength, Donovan lunges for the bottom rope and manages to just place his fingertips on the salvation he needs to continue the match for at least one second longer. Mad Dog, breaks the hold immediately turning, he awaits for Donovan. He whips Donovan into the ropes and as Donovan comes back, plants him to the mat with a huge Samoan drop to the canvas; it is a pinning attempt.
1!
2!!
~THR--NO! Donovan just does roll up his shoulder, stopping the match's end just in time.
Jon McDaniel: Close call for Mad Dog to gain a win and for Donovan to gain a loss.
Brian Rentfro: Mad Dog didn't realize it was a pin attempt.
~Rolling to his knees again, Mad Dog pushes himself up, wobbling from the energy put into this match; Donovan using the ropes again does the same. These two stare at each other once again in this matchup and both nod they charge towards each other. Donovan with a drop toe hold, but Mad Dog flipped over it?
Brian Rentfro: What the...?
Jon McDaniel: Yeah, where did that come from?
~Mad Dog points to his temple, showing he is smarter than people give him credit for. Donovan stands up behind him, looking bewildered he wipes the sweat from his eyes and stares at Mad Dog's back. Mad Dog turns around, they begin to pound each other again. Surprising Donovan, once again, Mad Dog lifts him up in a gorilla press slam and drops him to the mat. Donovan lands on the tips of his boots and hands, he spins around sweeping the legs out from under Mad Dog and Mad Dog is down to the mat flat on his back. Mad Dog's head made violent contact with the canvas and there is a dazed look on his face as Donovan leans in the corner catching his breath. Not taking too much time to recoup, Donovan forcibly Irish whips Mad Dog into the corner padding and as Mad Dog rebounds Donovan rolls him up, and gets his legs on the ropes for leverage and Scruff misses it!
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Belvedere: And your winner via pinfall... “manmademonster” SHANE DONOVAN!!!!!!!!!!!
Jon McDaniel: And Mad Dog got screwed!
Brian Rentfro: Hey, a win is a win. A loss is a loss. Besides, Mad Dog has a chance to redeem himself at TD2 with the OCW Television Championship match against Job (Paul Freedom!).
Jon McDaniel: Still a tough pill to swallow.
Brian Rentfro: That’s not what your mo- - -
Jon McDaniel: Shut up. Anyway, that’s all the time we have! We’ll see you next month, live from “Taiwan” for the Premium Mega Show, PWA Technical Difficulties 2!
Brian Rentfro: I really hate flying. Especially over water. Didn’t the last time this show happened, they crashed into the ocean just off some random island filled with purge mask guys and a deity named Frank the Volcano?
Jon McDaniel: Tamika has hired professional pilot and Hollywood movie star Kurt Russell to fly us there on the converted Cargo Plane with his friend and pilot, Snake Plissken.
Brian Rentfro: Wait... Escape from New York, Snake Plissken?
Jon McDaniel: No, that’s a fictional character, Brian. Anyway! I’m Jon McDaniel, and this is Brian Rentfro and we will see you next month!
