LIVE! Wednesday, April 19th, 2023
From The Strader Estate Houston, Texas USA
EARLIER IN THE DAY
~Tamika is sitting in her office inside her Texas home on The Strader Estate, commonly called The White House, because it is a large house painted white. Behind her desk the wall is decorated with replicas of her six tag team championships with the original styled Craze Champion in the centre of them. Tamika leans back in her chair and addresses someone not seen on camera… yet.~
Tamika Strader: I’m very pleased that you were able to come on such short notice to sign on the dotted line. Since taking over for Marcus Welsh, it’s been a challenge to pull OCW out of the red and back into the black. Cutting down to two shows a month is going to help, and I would be lying if I said it wasn’t your business model that I have applied here.
???: Well, my company has been quite successful so I am not surprised that it’s starting to pay off for OCW.
Tamika Strader: That’s why I reached out to you, so our promotions can be affiliated with one another.
???: It would be better if you owned OCW outright.
~Tamika raises her brow and smiles at the mystery man across from her.~
Tamika Strader: Funny you should mention that. I am meeting with Adi Goldt tonight during Piledriver to give her an offer to purchase OCW off of her. I know it’s been an uphill battle with her father breathing down her neck.
???: Fantastic.
~Tamika stands up from behind her desk, extending her as the camera pans back to reveal CASANOVA ENGLISH, owner of Combat Unlimited Lethal Trials, aka CU:LT.~
Casanova English: So much for #NotAcceptingAffiliates, eh?
~The two shake hands as we fade into the Piledriver opening video. “72 Seasons” by Metallica starts to play. The screen flashing yellow and black in a strobe pattern, as yellow and black caution tape crosses from side to side on the screen then from top to bottom and bottom to top. At the 52 second mark, the show fades into the outdoor venue built for a couple thousands on the Strader Estate as yellow and pyros shoot from the top of the OCWTron that is set up in front of the Strader training building where the wrestlers locker rooms are along with security and catering. The Piledriver logo zooms in and out on the screen as the OCW Faithful surrounding the ring with rented bleacher stands and the standing area for the front row wrapped around ringside. At the 1:22 mark with the sped up drumming the video shows and switches between PIC, SYNN, Moonlight Rose, Le Influence, Mike Zybala, and Tamika all yelling into the air as the main riff kicks in.~
~A shot of Plethora with his Mighty Scythe killing OCW staffers from the first Carpe Noctem to Carpe Noctem 2 followed by a shot of Vhodka Black being shot in the ass at You Can Do It and being rushed out of the Speedy Funflex by the new medic SLASH mechanic, Ghost Knife. PIC is shown singing his theme song with the OCW Faithful while holding up his OCW Championship. Delia Black stares longingly at her Craze Championship and we flash to Moonlight Rose being handed the Paradigm Championship followed up by being laid out by “High Octane” Dane Preston. Plethora and Claudia Frost glare at each other, each holding a Tag Team Championship belt.
~We fade to a shot of General Manager Tamika Strader giving us the Strader Sneer, followed by a GOLDGeous smile from OCW owner Adi Gold.~
~The camera pans around the couple thousand fans allowed on the Estate holding up signs for the world and OCW talent to see in all their glory.~
I SHOT VHODKA FROM THE GRASSY KNOLL! I SHOT JFK, TOO!
~The camera swings around to the commentary off to the right side of OCWTron where Hood sits with his new broadcast partner, Cara Strader, and he looks as happy as you can imagine he would be to have a new partner.~
Cara: Welcome my bruhs to the return of PILEDRIVER! I am OCW social media guru and NEW play-by-play commentator, Cara Strader! And this bruh to my right is the politically incorrect Hoodwinkle!
Hood: Hood. My name is Hood.
Cara: That’s what I said, Hoodwinkle!
Hood: No, just Hood. Not Hoodwinkle. Not Hoodbruh. HOOD!
Cara: Ok, ok. Jeez, Smith was right, you are a testy bitch.
Hood: God, what did I do to deserve this?
Cara: I imagine that list is longer and thicker than your dick.
Hood: How is a list thick?
Cara: Like, you know those geriatric printers that had the tear off sides that kept paper straight in the printer?
Hood: Forget I asked.
Cara: You gotter otter!
~Hood puts his face in his hands, and pulls down, stretching the bottom of his eyelids. He looks over at Cara and just shakes his head.~
Cara: Don’t be glum, chum! We are gonna be the best of friends! I just know it.
Hood: Yeah, if frogs had wings they wouldn’t bump their ass when they hop.
Cara: Ya know, if you were an ice cream flavour… you’d be pralines… and dick.
Hood: I can’t believe I am about to say this… but I miss Smith… and Jones.
~Hood shivers at the thought as Cara has sparked up a joint and looks at us like we all have fit right into the camera.~
Cara: *deep drag* So, like, we have a killer feckin’ (that one is for you, Helena) show for all y’all sexy asses out there! Opening up the show is the crazy almond eating and face licking SYNN taking on the returning Alexandra Calaway. Ten bucks she’ hanging with my uncle before her music hits.
Hood: He could do worse, it could be Moonlight Rose trying to get in his pants.
Cara: Naw, my uncle isn’t into the underdeveloped tween thing that little mouth piece is repping, bruh.
Hood: What I am excited about it seeing what everyone’s “Misfortune” and the rest of the card being announced.
Cara: That doesn’t sound like you, bruh.
Hood: Just letting my inner Smith out, since I am stuck with you.
Cara: You’ll love me eventually.
Hood: There is a better chance of me cheering Alice Knight
Cara: No way…
Hood: Yeah, no, you’re right. I will hate that gash till the day I die.
Cara: *under her breath* You should just fuck already.
Hood: You say something, Gen “Safe Place” Z>?
Cara: Yeah, you two should just bang already.
Hood: That is the meanest thing anyone has ever said to me.
Cara: I somehow doubt that, but anyway, we have a match waiting to happen! It’s Oh Shit Contract-Holder SYNN taking on the Hellion, Alexandra Calaway!
HELLION AND STRADER SITTING IN A TREE
PIC DOES MORE THAN RAISE MY HAND (TALKING ABOUT MY PENIS)
ALL HAIL MELINDA RHODES FANGIRLS!
I WANNA SEE THE FROST/BLACK/WRIGLEY SEX TAPE
ENJOY YOUR NEW PARTNER, HOOD! MUAHAHAHA
SYNN vs. ALEXANDRA CALAWAY
~Belvedere stands centre ring with microphone in hand like the goddamn beautiful professional that he is.~
Belvedere: The Opening Contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…
~"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, Alexandra Calaway..."
~Finishing her walk down the pathway to the ring, 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, sometimes talking shit with people in the front row as she waits for her opponent.~
Cara: It’s good to Calaway back in OCW. She is the Genesis champion of some other promotion I can’t be bothered to remember but winning OCW is much better.
Hood: That’s one thing I can agree with.
Belvedere: and her opponent...
~ YEN by Slipknot starts to play as SYNN steps out from behind the curtain under the OCWtron looking down the path, smiling her crazy smile. ~
Belvedere: Weighing in at 150 lbs and hailing from Anchorage, Alaska... she holds the OH SHIT Contract… she is SYNN!!!!!!
~ Synn makes her way down the ramp smiling out at the fans and ready to face Alexandra Calaway.~
Cara: She creeped out my sister, eating her almonds the way she did when she was hired, and the licking of people.
Hood: Classic OCW, BABY!
Cara: Calaway is looking to fix her last run, bruh. And probably impress my uncle.
Hood: SYNN is insane tho. Ten bucks says she’ll lick Calaway’s face.
Cara: That’s a fool bet, bruh. You say she’ll lick her face, I say she’ll lick her neck.
Hood: Deal.
~ DING DING DING ~
~Alexandra turns to face SYNN, but is almost decapitated by her, who roars in with a clothesline. Alexandra drops to the mat and is immediately set upon as SYNN puts the boot in, beating Alexandra towards the ropes. Alexandra tries to get up, but can only get back to her feet when SYNN pulls her up. SYNN hooks Alexandra up and slams her to the mat with a snap suplex. Keeping her arms locked on Calaway, SYNN rolls through and delivers a second snap suplex and attempts a third, only for Alexandra to start fighting back by punching SYNN in the gut with repeated shots.~
Cara: SYNN was wearing Alexandra out with those multiple suplexes, but now Alexandra is like totally fighting back, bruh.
Hood: *grumbling*
~SYNN finally let’s go of Alexandra and is now staggering holding her midsection. Alexandra then charges in and nails SYNN with a Lou Thez Press, with Alexandra landing on top of her and delivering stiff mounted punches.~
Cara: Look at Calaway go! Beating the OH SHIT contract holder could be the boost she needs to redefine her latest OCW run.
Hood: Well, as long as someone beats the hell outta someone, I'm happy.
~Alexandra gets off of SYNN and drags her up. SYNN is whipped into the ropes, but she rebounds and hits Alexandra with a knee to the gut. SYNN goes to grab her, but Alexandra counters out, swinging behind SYNN and delivering a Fisherman-Suplex, holding for a pin. ~
Cara: Sick Fisherman-Suplex from Calaway. She must have gained that from training with Uncle John. Bow chicka-wow-wow, UH!
1!
2!!
Hood: Kickout and why?
Cara: ‘Cause she hasn’t had her ass kicked enough to keep her down for a three count?
Hood: ‘Cause she hasn’t licked her face yet.
Cara: So gonna be her neck, just you wait and see Bruh-Hood!
~Alexandra and SYNN lock up in the middle of the ring after the earlier pin attempt. SYNN tries to suplex Calaway, but Alexandra counters and drops behind her. She tries to take SYNN down with a crucifix, but SYNN has enough power to stay on her feet. Alexandra rolls off and hits the ropes. Calaway comes off with a crossbody, but SYNN catches her and nails her with a fallaway slam. SYNN drops down and locks in a triangle choke as the crowd jeers. Alexandra quickly reaches the ropes and Juff starts a 5 count, warning SYNN to break the hold, which she does on about 4, pushing the limit.~
Cara: If I was Alexandra Calaway, I would try to get this match over with as quickly as I could, bruh.
Hood: If you were Alexandra Calaway, the match would be over and people would think you are from Alabama.
Cara: Hey, I know a little about being a wrestler since *imitating Robin Williams in Mrs Doubtfire when is fooling his ex-wife to apply for the nanny position about being a boy once* I used to be one.
Hood: *stares blankly*
~SYNN pulls Alexandra up and gets behind for what looks to be a belly to back suplex.~
Hood: Here it comes, she’s gonna lick her face after!
~SYNN tries to hit the move, but Alexandra is struggling and manages to block it. SYNN spins Alexandra around and nuzzles into her, licking inside of her ear which grosses out Calaway. SYNN attempts a kick that Alexandra blocks, then turns into a hard t-bone suplex.~
Cara: Well, neither of us were right
Hood: I have no words.
~Alexandra rolls over and covers SYNN.~
1!
2!!
KICKOUT!
Cara: Another two count!
Hood: You can count! Colour me impressed.
~Alexandra waits for SYNN to make her way back up to a vertical base. SYNN stands, looking slightly unsteady on her feet. Alexandra hits a kick to the gut and goes for a powerbomb. SYNN however manages wiggle off Alexandra shoulders and shoves Alexandra away and face first into the turnbuckle. Alexandra bounces out and stumbles straight back into SYNN. SYNN lifts Alexandra high into the air and holds her in an inverted suplex position for several seconds. After about 8, she drops Calaway with a vicious impact onto the top rope.~
Cara: That’s known to some fans as the Hangman Suplex. And it looks like SYNN thinks it’s enough to win the match, homeslice.
Hood: My name is Hood, damnit!
1!
2!!
Cara: It wasn't enough, Alexandra got her shoulder up!
Hood: No shit.
~SYNN pulls Alexandra up and whips her into the ropes, hitting her with an impressive tilt-a-whirl slam as Alexandra comes back. Alexandra takes the move in stride, but manages to get back up soon after, showing her veteran endurance. SYNN follows her up with a series of blows to the chest and head. SYNN goes to whip Alexandra again, but Alexandra counters yanking SYNN towards her and into release northern lights suplex. SYNN spends a few moments on the canvas before trying to get up. Alexandra dropkicks her in the face, leaving SYNN lying before she heads up to the top rope with the faithful somewhat behind her.~
Cara: High risk move right here!
Hood: Gee, you think?
~Alexandra is perched patiently on the top turnbuckle as she waits for SYNN to get back to her feet. Eyes glazed over, SYNN gets back up and slowly stumbles 180 degrees to face Calaway. As soon as she's in position Alexandra dives off looking for a crossbody press. She hits the move, but SYNN catches her in her arms. But SYNN can barely hold her as she's staggering back with Alexandra in her arms and she staggers straight back into the ropes as she dumps Alexandra over her head, over the top rope and to the ringside floor.
OCW Faithful: OHHHHH!
Cara: Alexandra went looking for a crossbody, but ended up being thrown out of the ring but still landed on her feet!
Hood: SYNN barely caught Calaway and barely got her over the top rope. So landing on her feet ain’t that impressive!
~SYNN leans over the ropes to inspect her opponent, giving Alexandra the opportunity to take advantage and hangman her on the top rope. Alexandra slides into the ring as SYNN stumbles backwards, struggling for air. Alexandra hits a kick to the gut, followed by Sunset Flip.~
Cara: Dayum, that was a slick sunset flip!
Hood: Yeah, it actually was. I feel dirty agreeing with you.
~Alexandra crawls across and makes a cover.
1!
2!!
Cara: SYNN with a foot on the bottom rope! If that’s not ring awareness then you Alice will be married one day!
Hood: How dare you say something incredibly cruel as that!
~Alexandra looks to the heavens in disbelief, thinking she had the match won. She goes back to work on SYNN like the veteran she is, stomping her in the back a few times, before heading to the second rope. Alexandra jumps off and nails a driving elbow drop to SYNN. She looks to crowd and signals for another Sunset Flip. She nods and pulls SYNN back up. She goes to kick her so she can leap from her back to hit the move, but SYNN catches her foot and pulls Alexandra into a hard cradle suplex.~
Hood: Going for a sequel, but they are inferior by definition!
Cara: That’s bullshit generalization, Hoodwinkle.
~SYNN gets back to her feet and she pulls Alexandra up, hitting her with a few hard shots to the head before suplexing her again. SYNN looks set to end the match, picking up Alexandra's leg wrapping around her neck. Both arms are placed on it, one at the knee, the other at the ankle, keeping it in place. She lifts them into the air, slamming her down in a variation of a half crab.
Cara: CallyWelly is in trou-... who the hell is that?!
~To everyone’s surprise, a masked person has made their way down the pathway from the OCWtron and Strader Training facility. Alexandra is fighting back the pain from the submission. SYNN has it locked in tightly as Masked Person watches on in amusement. Alexandra tries to claw her way to the ropes as Masked Person is shaking their head in disapproval. Alexandra finally makes it to the ropes and the referee is giving SYNN the five count to break the hold. Seeing their window of opportunity, waits for the ref to check on Alexandra. SYNN makes the mistake of having her head too close to the ropes. The two competitors get back to their feet, when they hear a whistle. They turn around but it’s too late as the Masked Person lays both SYNN and Alexandra Calaway out with a vicious double clothesline that flips two wrestlers ass over tea kettle. Juff calls for the bell, as the Masked Person slips out of the ring, disappearing into the night!~
~DING DING DING~
Cara: Who the hell was that?! It just cost them both the match!
Belvedere: The following has been declared a no contest!!!
Hood: Well shit. Man, now I owe my bookie for money. Sonofabitch!
Cara: I don’t think anyone saw that coming! I know one thing, it’s somebody that’s been here since before the show. Auntie Tee screened everyone entering the grounds. I am sure Head of Securi- - - speak of the devil.
~John comes down to ringside followed by the former Head of Security, Knux, and Mad Max. John tends to Calaway who is more pissed than hurt. SYNN disappears back into the training facility, possibly seeking out the attacker or Tamika Strader.~
Hood: While these fools try and figure out what happened, I am being told that the big Wheel of Misfortune is going to be set up beside the OCWtron their under the light towers and we are finally getting the card for April 30th!
Cara: Oh sick, that will be exciting!
Hood: I’ll be able to make proper bets now!
Cara: With how much you gamble, how is it that your knee caps haven’t been shattered cause you lose... like a lot, bruh.
Hood: Little Old Ladies give me their Social Security Cheques.
Cara: And why would they do that?
~Hood makes a popping sound with his index finger pulling out on his cheek. Cara, shivers.~
Cara: Gross.
Cara: I can say this, Auntie Teebag is super excited about this Pay Per View! Moving forward it’s a whole new era, bruh!
Hood: I hate to admit this, but I am interested to see what direction your aunt will take us. At least LGE is no longer an owner.
Cara: Damn skippy, Hoodly. Well, Zybala wouldn’t sell his minority piece. He’d eat Ranch Dressing first.
Hood: No need to ruin a perfectly good evening with talks of Zybala and that Owl-Whore.
Cara: I mean, Alice is pretty great. She’s got owls under her control! I hear there is a fuckin’ OWLBEAR, BRUH! O.W.L.B.E.A.R!
~ Cara’s hands are up and spread out trying to demonstrate how big an Owlbear is and Hood? Well, Hood… he stares at her, his right eye twitching. The camera smartly moves the shot toward the multi coloured wheel that has each colour with a specific Misfortune.~
Tamika Strader: First, I would like to welcome you all onto my family’s estate! Tonight is exciting with random ass people in masks somehow wrecks a match, a big non-title main event with two competitors who bleed black and red in PIC and Eastern Promises!
Cara: I don’t think Auntie Tee has ever said his name right.
Hood: He’s lucky she’s nice about it.
Cara: True dat, homebrew!
Tamika Strader: Without further ado… Would all of OCW’s sexy champions come on out!
~The OCW Faithful stands up and cheer (and some jeer cause some people are dicks) as The Influence come out from the back, Delia with her Craze Championship and Claudia with her Tag Team strap. Plethora follows and everyone moves away from him and his Mighty Scythe. Moonlight Rose comes running out, full of energy, holding her Paradigm Championship high up in the air for the easy pop which the young protege of Easton Alexander. But the Faithful are on their feet as PIC comes out, OCW Championship over his shoulder and that confident smirk he’s often photographed with. Tamika welcomes all the Champions with handshakes but just nods at Plethora as his steel blue eyes seem to radiate from the darkness caused by the hook of his black robe. Tamika turns around, wide eyed with a “eeek” expression on her face.
Tamika Strader: The rule is simple, and I am sure all of you will understand. When I call your name, you’ll come over and spin the wheel! Here’s hoping it’s not too hard on you! Up first… DELIA BLACK!
~Delia walks over beside Tamika and looks at the wheel. She spits in her palm and rubs her hands together, psyching herself up to spin the wheel.~
Cara: 5 bucks says it lands on No Head Shots.
Hood: You’re on!
~Delia spins the wheel like it owes her money and spins round and round and round…~
Hood: *both hands up and fingers crossed* Land on anything but No Head Shots! Anything but!
Cara: Good ol’ rock. Nothing beats rock!
~Hood looks over at Cara and shakes his head but his head smacks off the commentary desk as it lands on…
Cara: Can you feel that, Hoody? HUH? HUH? HUH?
Hood: I hate you. I really, really, hate you.
Tamika Strader: *Puts her hand on Delia’s shoulder* That will be no head shots allowed! And I would be amiss if I didn’t say this now but if you break the rule of your Misfortune, you forfeit your championship!
Cara: Oooooh, that really raises the stakes! Double or nothing says Claudia Frost lands on… uhhh… *squinting to read the wheel* No Count Out for Plethora meaning Countouts work against her!
Tamika Strader: Ok, up next, Claudia Frost! Spin that wheel, honey!
~It looks like Claudia is threatening the wheel, which makes Tamika chuckle and the OCW Faithful as well. Claudia does the opposite of Delia and spins it lightly, and we watch the wheel slowly spin around barely once landing on….
Cara: Tell me, Hoodly, do you like being my biotch?
~Hood glares at his broadcast partner.~
Tamika Strader: Now, once again, I would be amiss if I didn’t let you and Plethora know that if get counted out, Claudia, you will lose the match and your stake in the OCW Tag Team championship titles!
~Delia consoles Claudia who stares at Plethora as he pushes everyone out of the way, not waiting to be told to spin the wheel. With his mighty scythe, he spins the wheel with it. Everyone is on egg shells as it spins around damn near five times.~
Cara: Ya know what, I think we should let this one pass…
Hood: Yeah… I am good with that.
Plethora: I don’t need a finisher to make Alice Knight my partner and champion.
~ Plethora heads to the ring, being that his match is coming up next. Tamika lets out a nervous sigh of relief, and motions for Moonlight Rose to come over to the wheel.~
Tamika Strader: Ok, Miss Rose it’s your turn. SPIN! THAT! WHEEL! WOOOOOOOO!
Cara: Triple or nothing says she can’t use the top rope!
Hood: No way that happens. She looks like a No Rope Break kinda spinner! You are on!
~Moonlight nods and spins the wheel as hard as she can.~
Hood: Don’t fail me, wheel!
Cara: Good ol’rock!
Hood: Shut up! This isn’t rock paper scissors!
Cara: You suck at this, Foreskin Jim!
Hood: Foreskin? HOOD! MY NAME IS HOOD!
~Tamika pats Moonlight on the shoulder as PIC comes up to the wheel. He nods to Tamika, rubs his hands together and pulls down on the wheel.~
Cara: So how abou- - -
Hood: No, forget it. I am not doing it.
Tamika Strader: Alright! All our awesome champions have their “Misfortunes” after the break and Plethora versus Shinjiro, we’ll reveal the challengers to the champions and spin their own “misfortunes”!
Cara: Wanna make bets on who the challengers are?
Hood: No, I just want you to shut the hell up.
Cara: Hmmm… I’ll file that under “Hell No, Hoodie-Woodie”.
FROST: No tricks, no games, no jokes. This is dead serious.
~Whoa, really? Claudia’s going to be serious now.~
FROST: In a few minutes time on this broadcast that you are watching there at home or God forbid bought tickets to, the other half of your OCW tag team champions is going to waddle himself out there and probably embarrass himself against some guy who thinks he’s a dragon.
~Claudia pauses because Christopher J. Wrigley pushes his head into the camera shot and follows up her last statement.~
WRIGLEY: A golden dragon.
~That prompts Delia Black to push her head into the shot as well from the other side, her head covers up the OCW tag team title belt but that’s okay she’s holding her OCW Craze championship title belt.~
BLACK: A golden dragon? That’s where someone pees on you, right?
FROST: That’s something else, Deets.
WRIGLEY: That’s like forty bucks extra, too.
~Somewhat annoyed and confused by what Wrigley added, Claudia waves both of them out of the shot and tries to regain her composure.~
FROST: No, we’re trying to be serious here, no third grade humor. We need to inform the viewers before it is too late. Dammit, I forgot where I was on the cue card. Phil, could you put the last card and make sure to edit all that other stuff out, okay?
~Claudia pauses and is informed that this is live by someone off camera. She’s once again annoyed by all of this, but she’s a professional and pushes through.~
FROST: Fine, whatever. Hold up the card. Half of your OCW tag team champions is about to embarrass himself… yadda, yadda, dragon guy… okay back up to speed. I wanted to take this time and just let all the remaining OCW faithful out there…
~Claudia puts her hand over the side of her mouth and talks to someone just off camera.~
FROST: …at least the ones that haven’t changed the channel and are now watching Thunder Pro Wrestling, am I right?
~There are a couple of chuckles from the others in the room here. But she’s going to keep on reading from her prepared statement.~
FROST: As I was saying, while Big Bifford holds one of the tag team championship belts, he is not representing the tag team champions tonight. Should he lose tonight, I will not be handing my title belt to someone else. I will still be defending my half of the OCW tag team title belts at the very next pay-per-view, Wheel of Misfortune. So go ahead, watch the upcoming match with Bifford and the gold dragon guy but in two weeks time when I beat Bifford in whatever match, we will finally have proper OCW champions again.
~Delia and Wrigley once again push their way back onto the camera screen.~
BLACK: Who will that be?
~Both Wrigley and Claudia give Delia a dumbfounded look.~
FROST: Us, Deets. Us. We’ll be tag team champions.
~Claudia gives a deep sigh as we fade to ringside.~
Belvedere: The Following Match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing at this time in this corner...
~Plethora holds his mighty scythe high up in the air.~
Belvedere: Weighing in at over 400 pounds... He is the proprietor of The Second Chance Ranch... he is... PLETHORA THE PERILOUS!
~Plethora swipes his Scythe through the air in a downward motion, barely missing Belvedere who looks like Dr Challis looking at Shamrock Halloween Masks. He places the weapon outside the ring, leaning against the ring post. Belvedere shakes his head and continues on.~
Belvedere: And his opponent in this corner... weighing in at 237 pounds... he is The Golden Dragon... SHINJIRO YAMAMOTO!
~Shinjiro raises his arm into the air and gets a positive reception from the OCW Faithful
Cara: I heard rumours that Bifford has his quality chicken sandwich empire starting back up, bruh.
Hood: You should definitely feed your munchies problem with a combo deal.
Cara: Just because my sisters are blonde doesn’t mean I am. I’d show ya but this is a family show.
Hood: Family show? Yeah, no, I am good. Keep that thing away from me. Probably has teeth.
Cara: *chomp chomp*
~ DING DING DING~
~Shinjiro and Plethora stare across the ring at each other. They both go for a lock up in the middle of the ring, Shinjiro ducks under the collar and elbow attempt from Plethora; he is behind Plethora. Spinning, Plethora catches Shinjiro’s Enziguri kick attempt and spins Shinjiro around into an inverted atomic drop. Shinjiro comes crashing down stumbling forward towards the ropes, he turns back to stare at the charging Plethora. Back body drop and we can see the strain in Yamaoto’s face as Plethora is flipped over the top rope to the outside.~
Cara: Quick moves from Shinjiro is a normal night but damn, getting Plethora over the top rope is crazy, bruh.
Hood: Won’t lie here, wasn’t expecting that.
Hood: Yeah, caught me off-guard as well.
~Plethora is getting back to his feet, but Shinjiro is leaping over the top rope with a plancha to the outside. Plethora catches Yamamoto in mid-air spinning him around to slam him with a modified scoop bodyslam.~
Gruff: 1!
~Plethora whips Shinjiro towards the metal guardrail, but it is reversed at the last second and Plethora is sent crashing into the unforgiving metal at ringside.~
Gruff: 2!!
~Plethora bounces back from the impact of back and metal guardrail into a drop-toehold and Plethora's face is planted to the unforgiving earth covered by ring mats.~
Gruff: 3!!!
~Using the guardrail as a springboard jump, Shinjiro flips into the air crashing down on empty concrete. Plethora rolls out of the way just in time which causes Shinjiro to kiss the ground this time.~
Gruff: 4!!!!
~Both men are down, but Plethora is managing to move slightly faster to his vertical base as Shinjiro clutches at his chest which made harder contact with the unforgiving earth.~
Gruff: FIVE!
Cara: These two men had better get this back in the ring, meng. Can’t win outside of the ring!
Hood: Let 'em fight!
~Collar and elbow tie up outside, boot to the gut from Shinjiro has Plethora doubled over at the waist. Shinjiro springboards from the ring apron with a DDT and Plethora's skull once again meets the unforgiving ringside mats.~
Gruff: 6!!!!!!
~Shinjiro grabs the back of Plethora's head and begins to pound it furiously into the mat, he is trying to bust the WFKATBB (Wrestler Formerly Known As The Big Bifford; trademark pending) open and early in the match.~
Gruff: 7!!!!!!!
~Shinjiro now stands with his legs spread over the back of Plethora's head, he is lifting him up for a piledriver right onto the exposed floor. Back body drop again, this time to Shinjiro, and he lands back first on the floor, hisleft foot catching the corner of the ring steps.
Gruff: 8!!!!!!!
~Plethora picks up Shinjiro, grinning a not so pleasant grin, and proceeds to Irish whip him into the ringsteps, but Shinjiro kicks the right leg of Plethora and Plethora falls to the wounded knee he clutches at it.
Gruff: 9!!!!!!!!
~Shinjiro 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 Plethora's wounded bent knee and Plethora grunts from the pain. Smiling with a cocky smile, Shinjiro chops away at the black robe covered chest of Plethora, the chops are so hard that they tear the robe a bit.~
Gruff: 1!
~Shinjiro rolls Plethora back into the ring before the count reaches two, but it’s obvious the big man is helping, playing possum. Plethora 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, Shinjiro jumps up and down onto the toe of Plethora's upturned boot, low blowing himself, just Plethora planned it so he wouldn’t be DQ’d. As he grabs at his now injured manhood, Plethora begins to slide out from under his opponent and gets to his feet. Shinjiro turns around AND YUGE clothesline from Plethora! Shinjiro is backed up into the corner, chop from Plethora, another chop, a repeated third chop and Shinjiro'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.~
Cara: Vicious chops from Plethora and didn’t even need his might scythe.
Hood: Shinjiro is definitely feeling the power of the Plethora The Perilous with a side of Everest.
~Lifting him up, Shinjiro is now resting on the top turnbuckle; Plethora climbs up after him. Top Rope Superplex! Both Shinjiro and Plethora are down, Shinjiro has slid all the way across the ring on his back. Plethora rolls over and to his knees before getting back to his feet; he is covered in sweat and how can we tell? The Grim Reaper robe is sticking to him leaving nothing to the imagination. Gross, I know. Plethora walks over to Shinjiro who has begun to slowly rise up and the two meet with right hands. Shinjiro is getting the worse of the right hands from the much bigger and more powerful man and is quickly backed into another corner. Shinjiro doesn't let this bother him as he walks backwards up the corner turnbuckles diving with a moonsault over Plethora's head and turns around to face Plethora's back. Plethora spins quickly, but is not able to avoid the foot placed into his stomach. Shinjiro climbs through the ropes to the outside before climbing up to the top turnbuckle, he dives with a leg drop across the back of Plethora's neck taking him down to the mat. He rolls Plethora over; he hooks a leg.~
1!
2!!
KICKOUT!!
~Plethora kicks out with some authority, but it is noticeable that his energy is draining fast.~
Hood: Big men are powerful, but their size inhibits their endurance.
Cara: Shinjiro is tiring too, not nearly as quick as Plethora. Probably eating his own sandwiches!
Hood: I think that’s more Boris than Plethora.
~Shinjiro climbs back through the ropes, holding onto the top most rope with both hands. Plethora gets back to his feet facing away from Shinjiro, who leaps to the top rope. Springboard bulldog and Plethora is down on his face yet again. Shinjiro somehow hooks in a crossface chicken wing move, but is unable to secure the hold properly due to Plethora's massive size. Plethora easily breaks the hold by getting to his knees and shaking Shinjiro like a rag doll in a dog's teeth. Shinjiro is flung to the ropes and using the momentum springboards with a flying forearm and elbow to the side of Plethora's head. Plethora ducks from the blow catching Shinjiro in a fireman's carry slam to the mat. Both men are down and the Gruff begins another long count.
Gruff: 1!... 2!!... 3!!!... 4!!!!... 5!!!!!... 6!!!!!...
~Shinjiro is moving now a little faster than Plethora; Shinjiro being to one knee as Plethora is just rolling over.~
Gruff: 7!!!!!!!... 8!!!!!!!!...
~Shinjiro falls to the ropes in an effort to get back up to his feet as Plethora is up to both knees at this point. Plethora shakes his head and leaning on the ropes, Shinjiro does the exact same. Shinjiro goes for a punt kick to Plethora's temple, but Plethora catches it standing up with the captured body part. Plethora laughs as Shinjiro is shaking his head; using his right foot, Plethora kicks the foot out from under Shinjiro. He hooks Shinjiro up and PILEDRIVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Plethora rolls over, hooking the leg of Yamamoto!~
1!
2!!
~Shinjiro gets his foot on the bottom rope but Gruff can’t see it over Plethora’s belly!~
3!!!!!
~ DING DING DING~
Belvedere: And your winner via pinfall.... PLETHORA THE PERILOUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Cara: Damn, Shinjiro was screwed! He had the foot on the bottom rope!
Hood: All is fair when you are fat enough to block the referee’s vision!
Cara: Well, I can’t argue with that.
Hood: Damn right you can’t!
Cara: Anyway, coming up shortly, the rest of the card for Wheel of Misfortune will be finalized with the challengers to the championships doing their spins! We get to find out who’s facing who!
Hood: Well, we know one match for sure, that’s Plethora and Claudia facing off to have ownership to the tag titles.
Cara: Plethora No Finishers, and Claudia will have a Count Out while Plethora doesn't! Craziness, bruh!
Cara: Ooooh I am excited, Hoodinky!
Hood: A shiny nickel excites you.
Cara: Well, that’s because I am not dead inside like you!
Hood: It’s easier being dead inside. You sleep really well.
Tamika Strader: Alright, it’s time to reveal the opponents for our Champions! Introducing first… he is challenging OCW Craze Champion Delia Black. The one… the only… AXIS!
~ Axis comes out to some cheers from the OCW Faithful. Tamika points to the wheel and steps back as Axis steps up.~
Cara: Axis, huh. That should be a good match.
Hood: I’d prefer it be Mack O’Connor cashing in.
Cara: It could happen in May at Access Denied 2.
~Axis pulls down on the wheel, spinning it around and lands on….
Tamika Strader: No Rope Breaks buddy! So you get pinned in the ropes, it still counts. Good luck on the title shot!
~Axis shrugs and heads back into the training facility behind the OCWTron.~
Cara: We know who is facing Moonlight Rose?
Hood: A Wrestler.
Cara: No, really?
Tamika Strader: Next up is the wrestler facing the Easter Bunny’s protege, Moonlight Rose is… BROOKE BLAKELY!!!
~The OCW Faithful for one of the newer competitors in OCW. The Southern Beauty struts out, waving to the crowd. Tamika shakes her hand and motions to the Wheel of Misfortune.~
Cara: Brooke Blakely, she’s getting a huge opportunity, bruh.
Hood: Undeserving if you ask me.
Cara: Well ya know what, Hoodie and the Blowfish? No one is asking you.
~Hood shakes his head as Brooke pulls down on the wheel. Everyone watches intently to see what it will land on…
~Tamika holds up her hand for a high-five and Brooke gives her one as she heads into the back. Tamika looks down at her hand where she has written information on her palm.~
Cara: Now it’s just the OCW Champions opponent.
Hood: I got a bad feeling about this…
Tamika Strader: And finally we have PIC’s opponent for Wheel of Misfortune… the one… the only… thankfully… SYNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!
~The OCW Faithful pop for their favourite weirdo as SYNN comes out, weird ass wide smile on her face and all. Tamika keeps her distance so she doesn’t get licked. Time and place, amirite?~
Hood: And my bad feeling was right…
Cara: I don’t know, I think that will be a killer match!
Tamika Strader: Alright, give the wheel a spin!
~ SYNN spins the wheel hard, and spins round and round.~
Cara: I wonder what it’ll land on.
Hood: I am not making a bet so shut up.
Cara: Oh you are such a happy boy, aren’t ya?
Nickleman: Hello....my Name....is CHARLIE NICKLES!.....and after all this time, ohhhh brother, I am BACK! It's been a long time coming but ahhh, The Nickleman, CHARLIE NICKLES, is coming back! And I'm coming back for two reasons....to kick ass, and to take names....but I might get so busy kicking ass that I completely forget to take names in which case there will be no names taken, only asses being kicked! Ohhhh I'm returning.....yeaahhh!~
~The lights in the OUTDOOR show turn completely off as the video comes to an end. An unnerving darkness fills the outside area as the crowd murmurs in excitement.~
Nickleman: "Ready or not, baby......HERE I COME!"
~An explosive burst of green pyrotechnics shoots up from the OCWTron, and in that sickly green glow we can now see that a grizzled man is standing just behnd the OCWtron to the Checkers Position. He's built thick and hearty, with a thick beard to match. He holds a microphone up to his cracked lips as he starts walking down the pathway to the ring. The crowd goes crazy, some people with excitement and some people with hatred. Before the lights flick back on, Another burst of pyro shoots up from the OCWTron. Meanwhile, The Nickleman starts descending towards the ring. ~
Hood: "THE NICKLEMAN IS BACK! The former OCW tag-team and Savage champion hasn't been seen around OCW in weeks, nay- MONTHS! But he's finally back- and the fans don't seem to know how they feel about it!"
~The mixed reaction grows more negative as The Nickleman finally reaches the ring and walks up the stairs, entering the OCW squared circle after his long leave of absence. The Nickleman looks out into the rabid crowd while standing in the center of the ring. The bitter Bastard furrows his brow and frowns as he lifts the mic up to his mouth as one last splattering of boos spills into the ring from the crowd. ~
Nickleman: "Now you all might've thought you'd seen the last of me....as if you could ever be so lucky. But I've been out on the streets all my life, so I hear 'em when they talk: and I always know what's being said behind my back, and behind closed doors. You all thought you had finally run the Bastards out, dincha'? Hah! As if you lot could ever...."
~The Nickleman shook his head with discontent before spitting a big fat loogie just over the top rope. He starts pacing around the ring while he talks, looking out into the crowd every so often just to let his points linger. ~
Nickleman: "All OCW could ever do to BOB was fuck us out of our hard-earned title shots. First you made Tee-Kay jump through all sorts of unreasonable hoops just to get a shot at the champ, and then, you'd only let Teekz fight PIC after you tired him out with all those trials and tribulations. It was as close to fixing a fight as you could fucking get, letting your champ rest easy for months while Tee-Kay took the world by storm: but hey, you didn't hear BOB complain, did ya? Nope. Not one foul word, because we were always content to play by your rules and win it all fair and square....but that wasn't good enough for the fuckers at the top here in OCW, was it?"
~The crowd murmurs in mild confusion as The Nickleman continues tearing into his enemies.~
Nickleman: "So when it came time to give another BOBblehead a shot at the top gold, you knew you just had to fuck us again- but this time, you didn't want us coming back for thirds, did ya'? You knew your OCW home-grown talent ain't dog shit compared to the mighty legions of BOB, and you were tired of seeing all your favorite stars get brutalized, week after week!
So what the fuck did ya'll do...."
~The Nickleman turns the microphone out to the audience, as if expecting the crowd to earnety answer.~
Cara: No one cares.
Hood: "You know damn well this guy is crazy! He's spewing nothing but nonsense right now! I bet he's been gone for months because he stopped taking his medicine, and I think we're seeing the results of that right now! This guy is delusional, I'm not sure he's even fit to wrestle!
~The crowd boos furiously as The Nickleman starts ripping into their favorite OCW superstars. A few empty cups of soda and a couple bags of popcorn even find their way into the ring from the bleacher stands. That's when The Nickleman returns the microphone to his cracked lips.~
Nickleman: "Ya'll stripped Harmon Egan of his contract right before his big match at the Pay Per View! Because you KNEW he was going to humiliate your favorite OCW stars! You fucking pieces of shit, you were doing everything you could to stop BOB from rising to the top, because you KNEW we were the cream of the crop, and you KNEW none of your home-grown lackeys could ever fucking compete with us! So you made Tee-Kay go on a wild fucking goose chase, and then you just cut Harmon from the fucking roster like he was a child kidnapper or some shit, like he was Easton fucking Alexander!"
~The Nickleman leans against the ropes as he shakes his head back and forth in a barely controlled rage.~
Cara: Actually, Harmon quit like a little bitch because he didn’t want real competition that was PIC and Vhodka Black. Nifty that he’s creating alternative facts.
Hood: "No he's not- he's on drugs! Or off of them! Either way, he's spouting nothing but nonsense right now, and someone should come out here and shut him up so we can get back to the great show we had planned!"
~The Nickleman pushes himself off the ropes while staring out into the crowd with extreme hatred.~
Nickleman: "You fucking jackals probably thought we'd be gone for good after all that you'd done. You probably thought I would be off frolicking in greener pastures, winning gold, and slaying puss some other place- just like I've always done, everywhere I've went- just like you never wanted me to do here. But really, I've been sitting at home for months...just waiting for that phone to ring.....but it never has...because the people who run OCW are SCARED of BOB, and they're scared of The Nickleman! They don't want me in their shows, and they don't want me anywhere near their precious "champion", because they know I'll leave him FUBAR- FUCKED UP BEYOND ALL REPAIR!
But I'm too big a problem to ignore forever baby, and right now OCW is just like my ex-wife....cause I'm sitting on your front porch, banging on your door, daring your new bitch of a man to come out and fight me!
So what do you say Pic....do you want to PIC a fight with me? Or are you just going to pull strings in the back to get my contract cut....like you did with my boy Harmon?"
~The crowd boos wildly as The Nickleman waits patiently in the ring, staring up at the entrance ramp. After about a minute of this The Nickleman sneers.~
Nickleman: "I knew you would be too pussy to come see me face-to-face.....but Pic.....you should already know by now buddy.....I'M FUCKING COMING FOR YOUR ASS!"
~The Nickleman drops his mic in the ring before storming out beneath the bottom rope. A few witty fans in the front row call Nickles 'GAY!' for what he just said, but he just ignores them and walks past them like a true professional.....NOT! He bitch slaps the witty fan in front of his baby mamma, causing the smart mark to drop to the floor in pain! The crowd boos furiously before The Nickleman scurries back up the entrance ramp and into the back, presumably looking for Pic!~
Nickleman: But do you idiots even realize what's going on in the back? What's really happening around here, what's
chucks gonna come out, say that OCW management hasn't been calling his phone and they're trying to blacklist me but i won't let it happen, gonna say i'm the best wrestler in ocw history and its about time i got my due. Pic thinks beating TK matters? i've beaten him tree times! Pic thinks beating bifford matters? I pinned him twice! management fired harmon just to hand pic another world title, and i'm here to put an end to this dog and pony show, PIC's a lackey for the new OCW GM and he doesn't have the balls to come out here and confront me yada yada yada~
~We abruptly cut to a commercial, assumingely seeming that Tamika wasn’t gonna let Nickleman’s mouth get the company in any trouble.~
Tamika Strader: Ladies and Gentleman……..” the crowd roars again. “(this is where she talks about someone very special coming to the OCW family, and to show the proper love and respect for the Queen, Jenny Myst!
~Sex, Metal, BARBIE plays over the PA system as the crowd on hand turns towards the entrance ramp.~
~Jenny walks out onto the ramp, smiling with an arrogant grin. A trail of paparazzi behind her, snapping photos as she walks to the ring. She makes her way up the steps. Tamika has a big smile on her face for her friend, and a sense of pride that she landed perhaps the biggest free agent in all of wrestling. The two embrace in a hug.~
Hood: Gawd, is your aunt is on this charade?
Cara: Well I know there was plans of a stable before Welsh went out for milk and cigarettes.
Hood: She needs new friends.
~They both sit across from each other at the big table. Tamika brings the mic to her mouth.~
Tamika: “I have drawn up the contract just the way you asked for it. Our team of attorney’s has looked it over and made sure that all of the language is up to snuff with what we discussed. All we need now is that signature and we are all set to officially welcome you to OCW!”
~Jenny motions for the clipboard, and Tamika hands it to her.~
~Jenny flips her hair, then begins to look at the contract. Flash bulbs go off all over the crowd. She has that same smirk on her face until she gets to the end, then her face flips.~
Jenny: “So I thought you said your suits looked at this…..”
Tamika: “Every letter of it….”
Jenny: “So…..where is the part about me facing PIC for the OCW World Championship at Wheel of Misfortune?”
~Tamika rolls her head around, a smile on her face. “I knew this was coming” she says off mic, to one of the suits. Jenny looks less than amused.~
Tamika: “We ended up going in a different direction for the World Title match……”
~‘You promised me!’ Jenny yells off mic, tossing the clipboard and pushing back from the table.~
Tamika: “Hold on there, killer. I didn’t say you wouldn’t get one…..just, I can’t do it yet. I don’t just hand out title shots like candy on Halloween.”
~Jenny waves off Tamika and goes to get up and leave.~
Tamika: “Jenn….you have to understand that we do things differently around here. You can’t bully your way into title shots here like you did there, here, you have to earn things. It doesn’t matter who you are. It’s nothing personal, Jenn, it's just business.”
~Jenny pushes back to the table. She grabs the mic again.~
Jenny: “When I first agreed to come to this beleaguered promotion, I said I was doing it under ONE condition. Commercial endorsements, lots of zero’s, and a shot at the top. You basically begged me to come save the OCW, to put eyes on your programming, to sell tee shirts at your merch stands. It’s bad enough to put my contract signing on free television, and now you’re telling me that you’re overpaying me to just be another face on the roster? Is that what you’re saying to me?”
~Tamika sighs, looking at the company attorneys.~
Tamika: “What I am saying is that I am giving you a lucrative contract, perhaps too lucrative, and that you will have the opportunity to make your mark here in OCW. I have big plans for you, Jenn, but you have to trust me. I have plans for you at Wheel of Misfortune, but without a contract you cannot compete. If you want a chance to be everything we both know you can be here, you just gotta give me a John Hancock right there on that dotted line.”
Cara: That’s my Auntie! A true diplomat.
Hood: You can’t negotiate with a narcissist.
~Jenny grins, looking at her long time friend.~
Jenny: “I trusted you enough to keep me safe while I was checking out this place. You couldn’t even keep Pennywise off me long enough to take the tour. Marcus Welsh assured me that she wouldn’t be a problem, but he isn’t here anymore, is he? So I took matters into my own hands tonight…..”
Tamika: “Is that what you call what you did tonight?”
Jenny: “.......you and me, we go back a long time. We have known each other forever but have never had the pleasure of working together. Now, we do. So I will sign this for you…..but this is far from over with the rodeo clown……..”
~Jenny signals over the paparazzi to come and watch, get a close up shot…….~
~She puts the pen to the clipboard and signs…….~
~The paparazzi clicks their cameras, and Jenny and Tamika shake hands.~
Cara: “It’s official……….Jenny Myst is OCW!”
Hood: “Lovely.”
~The two embrace in the center of the ring, and Jenny’s music begins as she goes to exit the ring. But before she leaves to make her exit….a wicked smile comes over her face. She still has the mic in her hand.~
Jenny: “........One more thing……”
~She doesn’t even turn around to face her friend.~
Jenny: “.......now that I am gainfully employed, it is in the best interest of both of us that your new top star is protected. Since you can’t seem to make sure I am protected, I brought my own security with me……”
Cara: What the hell is she talking about?
~The crowd buzzes and stands up as a man is now crouched in the corner, stalking Tamika.~
Hood: What the hell is this?! Who the hell!
~Jenny turns around with a smile on her face, and points behind Tamika.~
~The GM turns around and the man explodes out of the corner but she pulls one of the attorney’s in front of her and slides out of the ring....
SPEEEEAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRR!!!!~
~The blonde-haired man is revealed to be Chris Chaos!~
Cara: OH MY GOD! CHRIS CHAOS DAMN NEAR SPEARED MY AUNT! She moved quickly on that one.
~Chaos stands over the attorney huffing, running hands through his hair like a madman.~
~Jenny walks over to the attorney, who is writing on the mat and holding his ribs. Jenny looks over at her and brings the mic to her mouth.~
Jenny: “It’s nothing personal Tam, it's just business.”
~She drops the mic and Chaos and Jenny leave the ring as security personnel rush in.~
Cara: My god. Auntie Tee said Jenny had a chance to make an impact, and did she ever! You gotta think there will be repercussions for this!
Hood: This is that XWF thug mentality, Cara! Jenny is doing what Jenny knows!
Cara: I’ll tell you one thing, the entire landscape of the OCW just took a paradigm shift! And I know my auntie, there will be hell to pay.
~The intro to "Raise Your Hands" by Bon Jovi begins to play over the outdoor speakers system as the crowd erupts in cheers.~
Belvedere: Originally from Charleston, South Carolina and weighing in at 232 pounds...He is the OCW Champion... PIC!!!
~The crowd jumps to their feet and begin to dance and sing along as PIC runs out onto the ramp.~
You, you got a nasty reputation
RAISE YOUR HANDS! when you wanna let it go
WOOOOOAAAAAHHHH!!!!
RAISE YOUR HANDS!
~PIC joins them in singing the verse, then thrusts his first in the air as the first "Raise Your Hands" hits. He then sprints to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and into the middle of the ring, where he drops to one knee and gives a double gun salute. He takes a moment to himself, then stands and removes his vest and championship, handing them to Scruff.~
Cara: So, bruh. 20,000 yen says Easter Bunny has this one.
Hood: Against PIC?! You are on.
Cara&Hood: Sucker...
Belvedere: And his opponent!
~ The opening riff of Love the Subhuman Self by AISHA starts to play, the crowds attention is turned towards the ramp, just as the lyrics begin, Easton Alexander walks onto the stage, wearing his red and black ring jacket. ~
BREAK YOURSELF INSIDE OUT... SHE TOLD ME
~ Easton is eyeing the crowd as they give him a mixed reaction, the boos and the cheers fly in as he hops up on the ring apron.~
OHHHH LULLABY.
~ Easton jump into the ring and climbs the to the middle turnbuckle, pointing out to the cheap seats and too the front row, as he sings along with the theme. ~
SOOOOO CARRY ONNNNN.
~ The chorus repeats again, with Easton belting out his own passionate rendition, Easton jumps off the ropes to head to the other across the ring, he points at belvedere, who starts the introduction. ~
Belvedere: From North Bay Ontario, Canada... He stands 6 foot, 1 inches tall and he weighs in at 219 pounds... HE IS THE CANADIAN DRAGON...
~ Easton hops on the opposite turnbuckle and throws his hand in the air, extending his index and middle fingers. he brings them down and runs them across his throat. ~
Belvedere: EASTON... ALLLLLLLLLEXANDER.
~ Easton holds on the ropes as the music dies down, once again taking in the hate and the admiration of the fans, he jumps down, and stands in his corner, checking the strength of the ropes. ~
Hood: Man, that 20,000 Yen is gonna be all mine!
Cara: *snickers* Whatever you say, bruh. Whatever you say. HAH!
~Hood looks at the youngest Strader with suspicion but shrugs it off as Scruff calls for the bell!~
~DING DING DING~
~Pacing towards Wilson, Alexander snarls while Wilson backs away trying to formulate a game plan. Being the weaker of the two, locking up would be disastrous so instead Alexander lunges forward, but, Wilson sidesteps and puts a waistlock Easton!~
Cara: Easton needs this win more than PIC!
Hood: Yeah, but it’s Easton. Just notch another victory on PIC’s “incorrect win-loss” record.
~Wilson lifts up and instead of nailing some form of suplex, Wilson uses his hand and forces Alexander face first down to the mat with amazing impact! Easton’s head snaps on contact as Wilson just looks down. He grins a little bit as he picks Alexander up!
Cara: Wilson with a vicious type of facebuster and Alexander doesn’t look too good in the start of this match, bruh! He needs to smoke a sativa so he can focus, not a indica!
Hood: Wilson just wanted to touch up Alexander’s face a little bit!
Cara: And you say that with such calmness.
Hood: I know, I know... it’s hard being this good…
~Wilson fires Alexander into the corner with a lot of force. Alexander hits the corner and comes stumbling out. Wilson runs in with a big boot, but Alexander wraps him up and nails a leg and arm capture suplex out of nowhere. Alexander sits up and tries to catch his breathe. Easton brings Wilson up to his knees and starts to pepper the dude with kicks to the chest. Alexander yanks PIC forward and locks him in a front facelock. PIC sensing what is about to happen starts to power up, pushing Alexander back towards the ropes. Wilson has Alexander against the ropes and the ref Scruff forces Alexander to let go for the headlock. As Alexander lets go, Wilson fires a boot to Alexander’s midsection! Wilson nails a vicious Over the Head Suplex that sends Alexander high in the air before he crashes onto the mat!~
Cara: With the power Wilson possesses it'd be foolhardy for Alexander to try and match him straight up! He is gonna need to do something different if he wants to get to beat the champion to be considered for a future title match, homie!
~Alexander rolls to all fours and tries to get up. As he does that Wilson leaps in the air and drops a huge leg across Alexander’s back and shoulders. Alexander goes flat against the mat as once again gets up and goes to pick Easton up. Wilson with a big knee to bend Alexander over. Single arm DDT puts Alexander back on the mat as Wilson starts to stomp on the mat, waiting for Alexander to get up. Timing himself, Wilson comes off the ropes as Alexander gets to one knee. Alexander looks up and has his head nearly taken off with a well-placed big boot from PIC! Wilson picks up Alexander and places him against the ropes and gives the signal for one more big boot. Wilson goes for one more big boot but Alexander drops down while holding onto the ropes, causing Wilson to go right over and onto the ringside floor! Wobbling back and forth, Alexander holds onto the rope before dropping down and rolling out of the ring. Alexander stalks Wilson for a moment before punt kicking him right into the ribs! Alexander lifts the big man up and rams him back first into the guard railing. Alexander lifts Wilson up in a bearhug and spins him around and rams him back first into the ring apron this time.~
Cara: Holy hell! Look at the way Steve3PO’s back bends on impact!
Hood: Alexander needs to stop showing off and put this one away. This is why he’s 16-15!
~In one smooth motion, Alexander steps back and nails a Yakuza kick to Wilson’ rib. Wilson bend over and Alexander starts to fire knees into the rib area! PIC uses his free hand to push back as he holds his ribs. Alexander rushes back in and Wilson kicks him back trying to protect his ribs. Alexander wary of the pushing and kicking, fakes a lunge which Wilson kicks his feet out. This time Alexander sidesteps and nails a roundhouse kick that catches Wilson off guard. Alexander grabs Wilson and whips him into the steel steps. Alexander rolls into the ring and rolls out in order to break the count. Alexander measures Wilson up, who is still laid up against the steel steps. Alexander rushes in on the big man, but Wilson moves at the last second and Alexander connects with empty steel. Alexander turns around and is leveled from a brutal looking clothesline. Wilson rolls back in the ring holding his ribs, trying to get the air back in his lungs as Alexander slowly starts to stir outside of the ring. Alexander crawls back into the ring only to be met with boots from the big hick. Wilson pretty much stomps Alexander back into the corner. Alexander tries to cover up and Wilson just breaks through his guard with a knee to the face. As he winches in pain Wilson lifts Alexander up against the turnbuckle!
Cara: Alexander did some damage to those ribs, Rayne! You can see it every time PIC goes to move!
Hood: Will maybe Alexander should of did a better job because right now it looks like Wilson is about to introduce a little pain of his own.
~Wilson fires a back elbow into the face of Alexander before flinging him into the other corner. Alexander slumps in the ring as Wilson rushes in with a full head of steam. BIG TIME SPLASH!!! Alexander stumbles out of the corner and Wilson cocks back and nails Easton with a huge right handed haymaker which takes Alexander off his feet! Wilson grabs Alexander and picks him up. PIC lifts Alexander up and brings him down with a picture-perfect scoop slam. Wilson clutches his ribs…he has been able to out power “Canadian Dragon” but it’s hurting him to do so. Alexander cradles up on his back as Wilson starts to approach him! Wilson goes to grab Alexander’s leg, but Alexander catches him in the ribs. As Wilson steps Alexander hops up and quickly shoots for the legs, nailing a double leg takedown. Alexander quickly works his way up until his is straddling Wilson’ stomach and stars to rain down lefts, rights, elbows and forearms at the champion!~
Cara: Alexander is raining down blows like this is the UFC!
Hood: Well, Alexander had to do something because Wilson was on the verge of winning!
~Alexander goes for a haymaker of his own and Wilson uses the swing to wrap his hand around Alexander’s neck. Showing off his pure strengths, Wilson slowly makes his way to his knees while still holding on to Alexander’s neck. Wilson makes it to his feet and starts to lift Alexander off his. Wilson has Alexander off his feet! PIC is mumbling something to Alexander as he is virtually choking the life out of him. Scruff yells at Wilson to let go but Wilson brushes the ref aside! PIC mouths the words ok. With vicious force plants Alexander into the mat with a powerful chokeslam. But he doesn’t let go…he lifts Alexander up again and drops him with another chokeslam but Easton out of fucking nowhere leaps up with a hige Tornado DDT! As they fall, both men’s shoulders hit the mat, arms and legs intertwining causing A DOUBLE PIN but Scruff doesn’t and drops to count the pin!
Cara: But both of their shoulders are on the mat, bruh!
Hood: SCRUFF LOOK AT THE DAMN MAT YA BUM!
1!
2!!
3!!!!
~DING DING DING~
~Scruff notices the double pin, and shrugs at Belvedere. The OCW Faithful are confused, one half chanting “Easton” and the other chanting “PIC”~
Cara: Wait! Who the hell won?
Hood: Scruff seems to be listening to whoever is yelling at him in his ear piece from the truck!
We're in a sticky situation
It's down to me and you
So tell me, is it true?
They say there ain't nobody better
Well, now that we're together
Show me what you can do
You're under the gun, out on the run
Gonna set the night on fire
Out on the run, under the gun
Playin' to win
RAISE YOUR HANDS! when you wanna let a feeling show
RAISE YOUR HANDS! from new york to chicago
RAISE YOUR HANDS! new jersey to tokyo
WE KNOW DEEP DOWN
THERES NO WAY.
EVEN IF I SMASH, THE MIRROR HOW DO WE LOOK
DONT STOP UNTIL I FALL IN FLAMES
STAY WITH... STAY WITH ME UNTIL THE ENNNND OF TIIIIME.
LOVE THE SUB-HUMAN SELF.
TIME GOES ON, LASTING ROAD
I LEFT MY RE-GRET
Hood: PIC has beaten Easton three times now. Maybe. Or Maybe Easton did. That depends on the boss.
Cara: Auntie T likes both men, I don’t know what she’ll decide but I know she will.
~Back in the ring, PIC stands n the middle of the ring, hoisting the OCW World Title high in the air. Easton just shakes his head, in disbelief. The two engage in a small staredown before PIC turns to Belvedere and asks for a microphone.~
Cara: It looks like the champ has something to say.
Hood: Unbelievable. Isn’t it bad enough we had to watch him wrestle?
~PIC takes the microphone from Belvedere as he motions for the crowd to die down.~
PIC: Houston… we have a problem.
~The fans roar in cheers while also laughing a bit. PIC feigns a smile but turns serious again, wiping sweat from his brow.~
PIC: What you just witnessed was the third, and by far, most challenging match I’ve had against Easton Alexander in the past year.
~The OCW Faithful break out in an “O-C-DUB O-C-DUB” chant. PIC smiles as he turns his attention toward Easton.~
PIC: Easton, I said some things leading up to this match that weren’t so flattering toward you. Things that many may have said were unkind. I’m here to set the record straight though. You are, and always have been, one of the tougher opponents I’ve faced since my return. My words were meant as a motivator. I wanted Easton Alexander at his absolute best tonight and more driven than I’ve ever seen him. And judging from the hell you just put me through, I’d say it was a success.
~The crowd cheers. A faint “Easton” chant begins somewhere in the crowd and begins picking up steam. PIC waves his hand in the air as if to encourage it as it finally makes its way throughout the estate.~
Cara: The OCW Faithful really do appreciate the effort Easton put in tonight. I’m telling you, he belongs at the top.
Hood: The top of the trash heap maybe.
~The chant fades out as PIC continues.~
PIC: So I’m here to put any issues that may or may not be between us to bed once and for all. Easton Alexander, you’re alright at this wrestling thing.
~PIC smiles as he extends a hand toward Easton. The OCW Faithful cheer as Easton looks around, still rubbing his neck.~
Cara: Bruh! PIC just said the very thing that Easton said he wanted this past week.
Hood: I think I’m going to be sick.
~PIC walks a step further in Easton’s direction with his hand still outstretched. Easton once again looks around at the OCW Faithful, then back at PIC. A slight grin comes across his face as well as he extends his hand and the two men shake in the middle of the ring to the delight of the live audience.~
Cara: There it is. The show of sportsmanship we knew both men wanted from the beginning. That’s what makes them two of the best in this business.
~The crowd continues to cheer the two as Easton turns and raises PIC’s hand in the air. He drops down and rolls out of the ring leaving PIC alone in the middle of the ring. Easton walks his way up the ramp as PIC turns his attention toward the hard cam.~
PIC: Oh, I’m just getting started.
~Big pop. PIC lets it die down before continuing.~
PIC: Earlier this evening, Charlie Nichols came to the ring and had some choice words for yours truly. Normally I’m above commenting on such drivel, but when The Brotherhood of Bastards formed here in OCW, I made it my mission to end their reign of destruction and run them all out of the company. And if you take a look around, you’ll notice only one remains. TK hasn’t been heard from since I exposed him at Decadence. Bourbon lost his tag title and left for a dark room in XWF to cry about it. Crash won the Paradigm title, took two months off, and lost to a rookie in his most pathetic showing yet. And Harmon? Well, when he found out he’d get his chance at the title but it’d be against myself and Vhodka, that little bastard ran home to his dead mommy faster than the cup of coffee your little group spent in OCW.
~The crowd laughs.~
PIC: I’m not one to mince words, so I’ll keep this rather short. Charlie, I don’t think beating TK is anything to brag about, that’s why I haven’t. He may be a big deal in those indy feds you guys frequent, but here in the big leagues, like you, he’s done nothing. Ok, you beat Bifford. I guess that’s something. And if you had taken that milestone and done anything with it, LITERALLY anything, maybe you’d already be in that world title mix you covet so badly.
~PIC pauses to catch his breath before continuing.~
PIC: But you didn’t do anything. You haven’t been seen in an OCW ring for months. You can blame management all you want, but a Bastard such as yourself would have found your way into an arena if you wanted to be there. Face it Charlie, without your boys, you’re nothing. Say what you want about me and how I got this title, it’s all just talk. And we all know that talking is the only thing you’re truly good at. I’ll gladly beat you out of your coke induced coma any time and any place, but it’s not my call who gets a crack at this belt. I’ll defend it against whoever management deems worthy of a shot. If that’s you, so be it.
~PIC pauses once more to regroup. The crowd cheers once more.~
PIC: Lastly, I’d like to address a personal matter that happened this past week. Something I know a lot of the OCW Faithful have been concerned about. Most of you know of my past involvement with ICWF, a company that was OCW’s rival in every way during the early days. Many OCW legends and Hall of Famers got their start in ICWF or vice versa. The two companies drove each other to greatness, and had it not been for lack of finances, ICWF might still be up and running to this day.
~The crowd remains silent, not sure where he’s going.~
PIC: I recently discovered that the man who’s been harassing me and framing me for murder over the past few months is none other than ODJ, the former owner of ICWF. This past week, he called in a favor 19 years in the making, demanding that I join him in his quest to destroy OCW.
~The fans boo loudly.~
Cara: PIC can’t do that, can he?
Hood: And finally be entertaining for once? Fat chance.
~PIC waits for the boos to stop before he continues.~
PIC: Now I am a man of my word. I made a deal with him that if I didn’t win a match that I would owe him a favor. Apparently, here and now, 19 years later, he’s calling it in. So while it pains me to say this, and believe me, it does… as a man of honor, I have to do this.
~PIC lowers his head as the crowd boos. He stares at the OCW title for a moment, then turns his attention directly to the hard cam with a serious look on his face.~
PIC: ODJ… you can take your favor and shove it straight up your ass!
~The OCW Faithful go bananas.~
PIC: I’m not killing OCW. I’m not fighting against OCW. Bitch, I… AM… OCW!!!
~The crowd continues in hysteria as PIC’s adrenaline begins flowing again. He paces as he speaks.~
PIC: You want to come at me after 19 years? You want to drag my name through the mud, frame me for murder? Blackmail the mother of my child? No more. You want me, here I am. I will defend this company until my dying breath.
~The crowd continues to cheer, but quickly turns to boos as “Hate Me Now” by NAS blasts through the PA system. After a moment, ODJ walks through the curtains and stands on the stage, embracing his return to a live wrestling crowd.~
Cara: Who is this guy?
Hood: Are you serious? Dougg J? ODJ!! The founder of ICWF! A living legend in this business. He was a visionary. Former OCW President Dean is in the ICWF Hall of Fame. ODJ was the one to give him his big break.
Cara: What’s that got to do with OCW?
Hood: You can’t be that stupid. Almost every wrestler in the OCW Hall of Fame got their start in ICWF. Titan 3, El Linchador, Josh Allen, Silverfreak, Scott Syren. Not to mention others like Krayzie, Killa Kali, Jack Sullivan, TLS, and yes… our current world champion, PIC.
Cara: Oh.
Hood: Yeah! Oh!
~ODJ pulls a microphone from his back pocket and waits for the crowd noise to dissipate.~
ODJ: PIC, PIC, PIC… I thought you were smarter than this. I thought, after I laid out my plan and demonstrated the resources I now have at my disposal, that you would come to your senses. If you won’t help me kill OCW… then I’ll just have to kill YOU.
~PIC looks confused as a large man slides into the ring behind him with a baseball bat. He loads up as the crowd tries to warn PIC, but it’s too late. The man takes a swing and smacks the bat across the back of PIC’s skull. Blood flies everywhere as the crowd collectively gasps in unison. PIC immediately falls limp to the mat as the man standing over him repeatedly smashes him across the back with the bat. ODJ stands on the stage with an evil grin as the crowd boos. The man in the ring finally drops the bat as the medical staff rushes to the ring to check on PIC.~
Cara: BRUH!
Hood: Dear God!
Cara: Is he, is PIC?
Hood: Dead? Sure as hell seems that way.
~The man backs his way up the ramp and stands next to ODJ. ODJ taps him on the shoulder and laughs at PIC’s bloody body lying motionless in the ring. The two make their way out the side entrance as security comes their way. Back in the ring, the medical staff has PIC strapped to a gurney and begins wheeling him toward the side of the building as an ambulance pulls up. Concerned and distraught looks align the faces of the OCW Faithful as not a sound can be heard.~
Cara: I, uh… I’m at a loss for words. This is my first show and I’m not prepared for this.
Hood: I’ve seen a lot in my day, but that was pretty sick. I actually hope he’s ok.
~Cara shoots Hood a WTF glance.~
Hood: What? Can’t a guy show some compassion?
Cara: A guy? Yes. But you?
~Hood returns his own WFT glance to Cara. The scene cuts back to PIC who is being loaded into the back of the ambulance by the medical team and Juff who helped bring him from the ring. A woman EMT with her back to the camera begins checking his vitals. She motions to the team that he’s alive but weak, then reaches into her pocket. She pulls out a piece of paper and hands it to Juff. He unfolds it and looks back at her with a shocked expression.~
Cara: What is this?
~The EMT turns her face to the camera to reveal…~
Hood: SYNN!!! Oh my God!!
Cara: What was the paper about?
Hood: It’s the Oh Shit! Contract! She’s cashing in!
Cara: The man is nearly dead.
Hood: But he’s not merely dead or most sincerely dead.
Cara: What?
Hood: It’s from the Wizard of Oz.
Cara: Oh cool. I love Selena Gomez!
Hood: …
~Juff seems reluctant but SYNN insists, pointing at the contract. He pleads with her to no avail as the crowd boos. He finally relents, motioning for the match to start.~
Hood: It’s happening!
~SYNN licks at the edge of her mouth and lays her body across the limp body of Steve Wilson as Juff makes the count.~
1!
2!!
3!!!
Hood: YES!!!!!
Cara: NO!!!
~Juff motions that the match is over. The time keeper refuses to ring the bell, but Belvedere reluctantly puts the microphone to his mouth.~
Belvedere: Here is your winner… AND NEW OCW WORLD CHAMPION… SYNN!!!!!
