LIVE! May 24th 2023
FROM: OCW Dome
St. Louis, Missouri
~ The Massacre Intro video starts to play as “72 Seasons” by Metallica plays in the background as we get a shot of Nickleman holding his junk and mouthing people off, Lissandra kissing A-Lister Dylan Thomas, followed by a shot of Mike Zybala bombarding Tamika Strader with emails, Delia Black holding her OCW Craze Title above his head, Brooke Blakely with the Paradigm title around her waist, Tamika Strader microphone in hand laying down the law, Second Chance Ranch signs everywhere, and finally settling on SYNN holding her OCW title high in the air, with a weirdo look on her face. We switch from video to the OCW faithful inside the historic former PWA Dome now OCW Dome as the camera pans around, catching signs from the Faithful.~
I HAVE A SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT 4 JENNY ; )
~ The OCWtron lights up and we are backstage with the OWNER and JNS the head of security. Tamika doesn’t look very pleased but at least Tamika is nice one that. ~
Tamika Strader: So Felix hasn’t arrived yet?
JNS: Not yet..
~ Tamika scoffs and shakes her head. ~
Tamika Strader: He better get here soon.
~ John nods as Tamika walks off the screen of the OCWtron. ~
~We fade to Hood and Cara at their seats, ready to bring you top notch quality wrestling talk. Oh, shut up, I know. Anyway.~
Cara: Welcome my sexy bruhs to another Piledriver from a new home away from home, bruh!
Hood: St. Louis, Missouri. You gotta be kidding me!
Cara: It’s a fun night with Mandii Rider making her debut, that Gash-Rose, Axis and Donnie Harris look to get back on the right side of the column! And my Uncz’s main squeeze is facing Felix Drive for the OCW Piledriver Championships, bruh!
Hood: Next week we are going to a hole but someone will get a staph infection and it will be all worth it!
Cara: Well let’s get this show started, bruh!
Hood: Sooner the better as it ends earlier that way!
PREMIUM UNLEADED MAKES ME HARD
I WANNA LIVE AT SECOND CHANCE RANCH
WHO YA SPEARIN’ NEXT?
WHERE IS DA HOOTER
OCW THE GAME 2023
SAHARA ISN’T EATING OUR CATERING ANYMORE!
MANDII RIDER vs. ZEUS
Belvedere: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Already in the ring, is the one and only (thank God) ZEUS!!!!!!
~The OCW Faithful give him a pop cause they enjoy seeing get squahed into the mat!
Cara: Zeus looking confident here in the former PWA Dome Now OCW Dome debut, bruh!
Hood: After what we witnessed at Wheel of Misfortune, we know Mandii is very possibly PROUD AND STRONG!
Belvedere: And his opponent, making her true OCW debut... weighing in at 135lbs and hailing from Quebec, Canada.... MANDII RIDER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
~ "Limits" by Bad Omens plays over a darken arena as smoke rises and blue lights flash in a rhythmic pattern. Cameras zoom into the entrance just before the lights shift to red and Mandii Rider walks out from the back. She stops just before the ramp and begins to head bang while red pyro shoots from either side of the stage and fans begin to cheer. Mandii begins her walk to the ring, a smirk on her face. After stopping for a beat mid way to the ring she sprints before sliding under the bottom rope, cameras zoomed on a smirk as soon as she's in the ring. Quickly she's on her feet and on the top turnbuckle with fists in the air before doing a bit of taunting. She jumps from the turnbuckle and runs to the opposite corner, jumping onto the top turnbuckle. Again, she taunts a bit before hitting her chest a few times then jumps down to the mat as her music fades and she begins to pace the corner waiting for the bell which is obliged!~
~DING DING DING~
~Mandii and Zeus lock up in the middle of the ring with Zeus gaining the quick advantage due to we have no idea why, maybe he’s been working out.. Forcing her backwards, Mandii is in the corner, but manages to back up the turnbuckle and dive over the head of Zeus onto the mat behind him.~
Hood: What a move by the newbie there.
Cara: I know my Auntie Tee was super excited to sign her, even if Myst has been a pain in her ass.
~Zeus spins around to face Mandii, who connects with a leaping roundhouse spinning heel kick to Zeus's mouth. The “god of thunder” falls back in the corner stunned and Mandii follows up with right hands to her stunned opponent. Mandii leans across Zeus delivering several kicks to the ribs of Zeus, who winces with each blow. Mandii keeping the momentum going while it is on her side tucks Zeus's head underneath her arm for an over the head suplex, but Zeus manages to block the move thanks to actually preparing for a match. Mandii is determined as she lifts Zeus up into the air, but Zeus tucks his knees and falls back to the ground and the two are locked up again with Zeus's head tucked under Mandii's arm.~
Cara: Zeus blocked a move?!
Hood: Appears as though he did. We’ve seen everything now.
~Zeus lifts Mandii up into the air and spinning away from the corner, drops the newest OCW talent onto the mat with a thunderous slam. Both wrestlers roll to their side and grab at their lower back, the pain obvious on each of their faces. Zeus rolls on through to his knees, but is panting from the exertion of blocking and completing a move. Zeus picks Mandii up to her feet, whipping him hard into the ropes and Mandii bounces back with a springboard kick, and in a flurry of quick moves, she lands the finisher she calls CRACK HEAD(Vertebreaker).~
1!
2!!
3!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Cara: No surprise there, bruhs.
Hood: I’m always guaranteed to make my money back betting against Zeus even if the odds are terrible.
~DING DING DING~
Belvedere: Your winner via pinfall... MANDII RIDER!!!!!!!!!!!!
Cara: Well, she’s got that debut win under her belt now, bruh.
Hood: I see why Myst wanted her on her side.
Belvedere: Introducing first… CYPRESS!
~The commentary crew breathe a collective sigh~
Cara: Right! I remember this guy from back in the day, bruh. Also, what brings you out here, Smith?
Smith: Boss lady said I could if I wanted to. So Here I am. Is there any way that you can enlighten us?
Hood: Do we really need to go through the rundown. Just look at him.
~We cut back to ring with a shot of Cypress, who wears a pair of worn and torn denim jeans. His wrist are taped up to his forearm, mascara appears to be running from under his eyes. To finish off the effect, a mohawk resides on his noggin.~
Smith: We can never judge someone merely off of appearance.
Cara: Bruh, do you not know who you’re talking too, bruh?
Hood: We’ve been sitting here at ringside nearly three decades and this guy still continues to ask the dumb questions.
Cara: Classic OCW, Bruh!
Hood: Hey! That’s my line!
Belvedere: and his opponent…
~This line from the chorus blasts over the speakers before the song opens with its opening drumline. As soon as the lyrics start, Donnie slowly emerges from behind the curtain wearing a loosely-tied BJJ gi top and a pair of standard boxing shorts. He stands at the top of the ramp in a pair of amateur wrestling shoes that match the shorts. With bags still showing under his eyes, he slowly starts walking down the ramp halfway into the first verse.~
Belvedere: On his way to the ring... standing at 6-foot-3-inches tall, weighing in at 228 pounds...
~Donnie moves from the bottom of the ramp to the steel steps, jumping up a couple steps at a time up onto the ring apron, moving through the ropes slowly.~
Belvedere: DONNIE... HARRIS!
~Donnie starts to take his gi top and moves to his corner, throwing the shirt up and over the top rope onto the floor for the ring crew to move. He rests against the corner and stretches, breathing deeply and waiting for the bell.~
Cara: Donnie’s really been beating himself up lately, seemingly upset with his performance against OCW Legend, TLS, bruh.
Hood: As much as I hate to say it, that’s the type of games that TLS plays. After a loss to him, he’ll live rent free in your mind at times. There are plenty of men who can attest to that statement.
Smith: Hopefully tonight, a win against the debuting Cypress will bring him back to form.
Hood: If this doesn’t, maybe he can call that blonde chick back up to relax his mind.
Cara: What!?
Smith: What on God’s green earth are you talking about?
~Hood chuckles while we cut back to the ring where the official for this contest, Scruff, signals for the bell.~
~ DING DING DING ~
~He is granted his request as the two men begin to circle around the ring. Cypress attempts a tie-up but Donnie quickly ducks underneath and goes around him and latches on with a reverse waistlock. Without hesitation, Harris has Cypress off of his feet and face first onto the mat with a hard takedown. The impact echoes throughout the OCW Dome~
Cara: Damn bruh, it appears that slam may have knocked Cypress out cold, bruh.
Hood: I told you guys that he was a bit suspect. Hell, anyone who still wears a mohawk in the year 2023 is sus..
Smith: Sus? Looks like someone been trying to keep up with the latest verbiage.
~Back inside of the ring, Harris continues to grind on Cypress’ neck with a front facelock. His face his buried in the canvas but he has slowly begun to show signs of life as he kicks his legs with as much effort as he can. It isn’t much.. But it’s an attempt. After five more minutes of the hold with no real progress, Harris becomes bored. So he shifts gears a bit, now bringing Cypress back to his feet with the front facelock still applied. Harris shoves him away, then quickly connects with a roundhouse kick to the back of Cypress’ knee. The crowd can be heard cringing from the impact as Cypress instantly drops down onto his good knee to alleviate the pressure.~
Cara: That did not look comfortable, he could’ve shattered something in Cypress’ knee with that strike, bruh.
Hood: Okay, Donnie Harris said kneel before me, you peasant! Haha!
Smith: The fact that you can laugh at someone’s pain his appalling to me.
~Harris looks down at Cypress with disgust, not getting the fight nor the challenge that he was looking for, his eyes now shoot out towards the crowd who all seem to be encouraging him to continue. You know the OCW Faithful have an unhealthy lust for blood. Donnie shifts his glare back to Cypress who clutches his knee with agony written plainly on his face. With a shake of his head, Donnie sprints full force towards the ropes, bouncing off, he uses the momentum to catch Cypress across the forehead with a Shining Wizard!~
Cara: Harris just Rode the Lightning! Choosing to put Cypress out of his misery, bruh.
Hood: Hey, at any time Cypress could’ve told Scruff that he was done but he didn’t. He sat there, grabbing his knee like a damn douche. Why not get it over with?
Smith: Fair point.
~Sitting beside his now unconscious opponent, Harris seems indifferent. With a huff, he slides over and rests his right arm on top of Cypress. Scruff is over to make the count.~
1!
2!!
3!!!
~ DING DING DING~
Belvedere: And your winner via pinfall.... DONNIE HARRIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Cara: Sucks to be Cypress right now but nice victory for Harris here tonight on Piledriver, bruh.
Hood: Was it though? Hell he knew it himself that this was a sure victory but the question still remains.
Smith: And what question is that? Does he compare, of course he does, he’s just as talented as any other wrestler on this roster.
Hood: I’m not doubting nor denying that, We all know what he could be capable of, he knows what he’s capable of but it’s all about locking in.
Cara: The hell do you know about locking in, bruh?
Hood: I know that OCW is a place that house some of the toughest competitors that I’ve ever set my eyes on. Regardless of if I liked them or not, you cannot deny talent.
Smith: Even Alice Knight?
Hood:.. Carry on.
~Danza Kuduro hits and Hanari spins and dances his way out to the ramp in traditional latin Bachata style. He is carrying the flag of the Dominican Republic on a flag pole over his shoulder. He swings his hips and points at the ladies in the front row, winking and making the gun symbol with his thumb and index finger of his free hand. He spins again and walks his way down to the ring with a cocky head swing and a million dollar smile. Climbing the ring steps he gets into the ring, getting on the top rope and waving the flag a few times before jumping down and preparing for the match.~
Cara: I bet he’s got a big wang, bruh!
Hood: What does that have to do with wrestling?
Cara: It should be registered as a weapon, bruh.
Belvedere: And his opponent... weighing in at 125lbs...
Cara: Yeah, in her bra, bruh!
Belvedere: hailing from Hollywood, California... she is... “PREMIUM UNLEADED” VICKY STONE!!!!!
~ “Hollywood” by Madonna hits as Vicky steps out from behind the curtain, her trusty gasoline rag in hand. She places it under her nose and takes a deep inhale. Her eyes closes as she convulses a bit.~
Hood: She’s gone mad.
~She basically turns into the Ultimate Warrior, yelling to the roof, and beelining it down to the ring. She shakes the ropes, again leaning back, yelling up at the roof. She doesn’t wait and attacks Hanari right away!~
Cara: That gas rag is like PCP, bruh!
~ DING DING DING ~
~Hanari throws a haymaker that connects with Vicky's temple sending her down to the ground. Hanari is there with a stomp to the side of her head as Vicky scrambles to get away from Hanari and his massive blows. Stone gets outside of the ropes, but Hanari is there pushing her on down to the floor and referee Scruff is there watching. Hanari turns to step between the ropes when Vicky yanks on his ankle crotching the big man on the middle rope. Stone quickly gets on the apron delivering a clothesline that sends Hanari back into the ring on his side. Hanari rolls over to his back as Vicky climbs to the top turnbuckle leaping with a leg drop across the throat of Hanari Carnes.~
Cara: Vicky with a few quick moves here.
Hood: He will have to be quick to even have a chance against Hanari Carnes.
~Stone is up quickly stomping away at Hanari Carnes's shoulder, but Hanari begins to roll over to his feet. Stone quickly locks in an arm bar paying special attention to damaging the shoulder as much as possible. Hanari is up to his feet slamming a fist into Vicky's face, the hold is broken, Hanari with another right hand sends Stone to the mat on her knees. Hanari bounces off the ropes with a big boot right into Vicky's face and “Premium Unleaded” Vicky Stone goes down in a heap. Hanari lifts Stone high up over head in a gorilla press slam, sending Vicky down to the mat in a crumpled heap on her chest. Stone rolls over, but Hanari is there with a leg drop across her throat and tells Scruff to make the count.~
1!
2!!
~Vicky is able to get a shoulder up.~
Cara: The gasoline rag must give her super powers, bruh.
Hood: I can smell it from here. Did she stuff it in the back of her trunks?!
~Hanari lifts Vicky back up to her feet, whipping her into the corner big boobed chest first. Hanari follows with a big man splash flattening Vicky in the corner. Vicky falls out of the corner right into a neckbreaker from Hanari Carnes and Vicky is once again down on the mat. Hanari places a boot on Vicky's throat and stands on the throat of his opponent using the ropes for leverage. Referee Scruff watches and begins to count the mandatory five count.
1! 2!! 3!!! 4!!!!
~Hanari still chokes Vicky Stone after letting go and restarting, whose face is beginning to turn purple from the lack of oxygen. Hanari looks down at his handiwork but finally releases the blatant choke just as Scruff reaches a count of four, again. Hanari lifts Vicky Stone up into the air, but Vicky somehow connects with a kick to his ribs and Hanari drops her down to the mat. Gasping for breath, Vicky Stone clutches at her throat and is on her hands and knees in front of Hanari who delivers a kick to Vicky's ribs rolling her over onto his back. Hanari bounces off the ropes with a leg drop onto Vicky's throat, but Stone manages to roll out of the way and the leg drop catches canvas. Hanari is not happy as he holds at his leg and gets up to a vertical base, Vicky is still trying to breathe, so she stuffs her hand in the back of her trunks, and pulls it out inhailing her fingers deeply for a recharge. Hanari Carnes pulls Vicky up to her feet delivering a massive punch to her face, Vicky's head is thrown backwards. Hanari with another and it opens a cut on Vicky's head, a third punch rolls her eyes back up into her skull and Vicky Stone is unconscious on her feet as Hanari simply throws her across the ring like a rag doll.~
Hood: Hanari Carnes is simply having some fun in this match.
Cara: She obviously has a problem and he’s using it to his advantage, bruh.
~Hanari lifts Vicky back up in a gorilla press slam and laughs at the booing crowd as Vicky wiggles countering the gorilla press slam into an inverted tornado DDT. Vicky lays on the mat, sweaty and hurt, Hanari lays there breathing heavily. The crowd explodes with chants for Vicky to get up, but the manhandling she has been put through has taken its toll on her body. Vicky manages to crawl to the bottom rope and pulls herself up to the second rope before looking back at Hanari, but Vicky slumps from the exertion of struggling up to her feet. She looks to the front row and sees a sign, held by a young lady that reads "You can cover me in your gasoline", she smiles and pulls herself up to the top rope and a near vertical position. Hanari is back up to his feet looking at Vicky Stone who is struggling to stand, he motions for Vicky to come and get some. Vicky dives at Hanari who tries to side step Vicky's dive, but is unable to. Vicky dives wrapping her left arm around his waist, quickly wrapping her right arm as well, hooking them and slamming a knee into the back of Hanari Carnes's knee. Vicky quickly releases that and dives forward with a bulldog that sends Hanari down to the canvas face first onto the lifted knee of Vicky Stone. The crowd chants "Holy Shit!"
Cara: Wow, that was quick, bruh! I guess that 67 brand gasoline is like her spinach!
Hood: Even I, can't deny that was impressive.
~The move took its toll on Vicky though as she struggles back up to her feet climbing up to the top rope and measures the prone form of Hanari Carnes. Vicky wipes the blood from her face and dives with a senton. She rolls Hanari Carnes over for a cover and Scruff makes the count.~
1!
2!!
SHOULDER UP!
~ As Vicky looks over at Scruff, the referee merely shrugs and motions that the match must continue. Vicky delivers a stiff right hand to the side of Hanari' lowered head. Vicky with a spinning heel kick that sends Hanari over onto his back and Vicky begins the ascent up to the top turnbuckle again. Vicky measures Hanari Carnes and dives with a missile dropkick to the side of Hanari Carnes's head that rolls the much bigger man over onto his front. Vicky with a quick stomp onto the shoulder before she hits the ropes again, she knows it will take something desperate to win her this match and she is willing to do it. Vicky rebounds leaping over Hanari spring boarding with a double foot stomp onto Hanari's shoulder that Vicky was working over earlier. She hooks Hanari Carnes into a crippler cross face submission but what no one can see is that Vicky has the gas rag balled up in her hand, under Carnes nose and Hanari immediately begins to grunt in pain as he crawls for the ropes, the premium unleaded gasoline from gas-station 67 fills his nostrils. Hanari Carnes is much bigger and manages to push himself up onto a knee and throws his head back to smack Vicky in the side of the head.~
Cara: I think Vicky has that gas rag in her hand, bruh!
Hood: Is that an illegal weapon?
Cara: Ya know what, bruh? That’s a great question!
~The hold is broken but the gasoline rag damage has been done as the big man collapses. Vicky starts to laugh and inhales her rag one last time, but it looks to be too much as her eyes roll into the back of her head as she too collapses and...~
Hood: And she just pissed herself.
Cara: So, people would pay money for that, bruh. She should get on Only Fans!
~ Scruff looks at both of them, unsure what to do, but being the veteran official he makes a call on the fly.~
~DING DING DING~
~Belvedere enters the ring and talks to Scruff briefly, and nods at the decision.~
Belvedere: Due to there being no precedent about gasoline huffing rags, the match has been declared a NO CONTEST!!!!!
~The OCW Faithful boo loudly as GhostKnife runs down to ringside, his robe floating in the air behind him as Machete Phil and Eddy Bueger make their way behind him carrying stretchers with the medic crew.~
Cara: Well that sucks, bruh!
Hood: Looks like the OCW management is gonna have to figure out if gasoline rags count as performance enhancing drugs or as a foreign object such as a chair or kendo-stick.
Cara: CLASSIC OCW, BRUH!
Hood: Stop stealing my line! And it’s BABY!
~We fade to commercial as we catch a gimplse of Tamika Strader standing in Checkers Position, face in her palm, gently shaking her head.~
~ The opening cords of Meteor By SLATYDOG begins to play. the the first lyrics. ~
~ RETURN BACK UP INTO THE SKY AGAIN. ~
~ Moonlight Rose is illuminated by spotlight on the ramp. The purple and black cape waving behind her as she walks to ring. she high fives a couple fans on her way down to the ring. she climbs onto the apron and to the top turn buckle. which cues Belvedere. ~
Belvedere: Hailing from Tokyo, Japan now residing in Toronto Canada. She is Professional wrestling royalty. she is OCW's Super Hero. she is... MOON... LIGHT... ROOOOOOOOSE.
~ She hops off the top and is checked by Juff as she awaits Axis. ~
Cara: And the gash looks somewhat ready, bruh.
Hood: You hate her, huh?
Cara: She is my Alice Knight.
Hood: I weirdly understand... I feel dirty now.
Belvedere: And her opponent...
~The lights go dark in the arena. The acoustics of "Zombie" fill every loudspeaker in the building. Suddenly, the metal part kicks in, and the OCWtron is lit up, slightly revealing a silhouette on the entrance ramp that turns out to be Axis doing his signature "Quadruple Horns" pose.~
Belvedere: From Dallas, Texas by way of Shreveport, Louisiana… Axis!!!
~Axis calmly yet menacingly walks down the ramp towards the ring. He glares at the fans at ringside as he enters the ring. ~
Cara: Gashlight Rose has one up on Axis, and I’m sure the bruh wants to even the score!
Hood: Rubber matches are either great, or boring. Let’s see what this one is.
~DING DING DING~
~The bell rings as Moonlight and Axis lock up in the middle of the ring.. Moonlight forces Axis down into a headlock but Axis powers out and shoves Moonlight to the ropes. Moonlight bounces off the ropes as Axis lowers his head to deliver a back drop but Moonlight stops and nails Axis with a DDT down to the mat. Moonlight covers Axis.~
1!
2!!
KICK OUT!
Hood: It is a bit too early for pin attempts!
~Moonlight picks up Axis and scoop slams him down to the mat in front of the corner. Moonlight jumps up onto the top rope and moonsaults herself on top of Axis and covers.~
1!
2!!
KICK OUT!
Cara: Axis is refusing to give in
~Moonlight is now starting to get frustrated because as she cannot keep Axis down. Moonlight picks Axis up and whips him into the ropes. Moonlight goes for a clothesline but Axis ducks it and runs into the ropes and rebounds to nail Moonlight with a cross body into a cover.~
1!
2!!
2 ¾!!!
SHOULDER UP!
Hood: That took Moonlight by surprise!
Cara: There has been a lot of covers in the start of this match, bruh. Think they are setting a record?
~Axis starts stomping Moonlight on the mat but Moonlight grabs Axis’s leg and trips him up. Moonlight gets up and low blows Axis with a boot as Juff warns her about it.~
Hood: It looks like Moonlight is really frustrated with this match.
~Moonlight goes over to pick Axis up but suddenly Axis rolls up Moonlight as Juff counts.~
1!!
2!!
2 ¾!!!
KICKOUT!
Cara: Once again Axis pulled a surprise pin out of nowhere and nearly won the match, bruh! GO AXIS GO! ROSE SUCKS!
Hood: That just goes to show that Moonlight could dominate this whole match but one surprise move by Axis can end it if Moonlight is not careful!
~Moonlight gets mad and really takes it out on Axis with kicks, stomps and punches. Moonlight picks Axis up and super kicks him through the ropes to the outside of the ring.
Cara: This could get dangerous, bruh!
~Moonlight rams Axis’s head into the steel steps. Moonlight whips Axis into the steel railing but the force of the whip causes Axis to bounce back out and catch Moonlight with a vicious clothesline and nearly takes Moonlight’s head off. Axis picks up Moonlight and rolls her into the ring and covers.~
1!
2!!
KICKOUT!
~Axis goes to the apron and climbs up onto the top rope as Moonlight gets back up. Axis goes for a flying cross body on Moonlight but Moonlight catches him in midair and brings him down with a painful back breaker. Moonlight picks Axis up and sits him up on the top rope and nails him with a superplex. Moonlight covers Axis.~
1!
2!!
2 ¾!!
SHOULDER UP!
Cara: Moonlight almost had it won with that superplex, bruh. Thank Alanis Morrissette she didn’t, bruh!
~Moonlight complains to Juff about a slow count and goes to cover Axis again.~
1!
2!!
KICKOUT!
~Moonlight complains about another slow count but as she does so Axis recovers and spins Moonlight around to nail her with a stunner and Axis covers Moonlight.~
1!
2!!
KICKOUT!!!
Cara: Axis’s trying some different moves to win this thing, bruh! Has to be a record amount of pinfall attempts in one match.
~Axis goes to pick up Moonlight only to receive a low blow followed by a roll up from Moonlight as Juff goes down to count.~
1!
2!!
3!!!!
Cara: Sonofabitch, bruh!
Hood: Haha, this is fun watching you like this!
~DING DING DING~
Belvedere: And your winner via pinfall... MOONLIGHT ROSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
~Moonlight celebrates briefly before flipping off Cara who receives a middle finger back.~
Cara: Man, I really wanted Axis to win, bruh!
Hood: It was a fairly even contest that could’ve gone either way, but I like this way best! Haha!
Cara: Shut your face, bruh!
Cara: Previously it was the Massacre Championship that Diana Watts traded in after making a defence to get an OCW Craze title shot for whenever she returns, bruh!
Hood: (Sigh) You make this job so incredibly difficult to enjoy, you Gen Z Brat.
Belvedere: Introducing first...
~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... 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 as she waits for her opponent.~
Belvedere: And her opponent...
~ “Paranoid” by Black Sabbath starts to play but no one is coming out from behind the curtain. The OCW Faithful mumble in confusion as do the broadcast commentators.~
Cara: Where’s Felix, bruh?
Hood: How the fuck should I know?
~ “Paranoid” cuts off and is replaced by “Four Little Diamonds” by Electric Light Orchestra as Tamika Strader steps out from behind the curtain, the Piledriver Championship belt over her shoulder. She doesn’t look happy.~
Cara: Uh oh, Auntie Teebag ain’t lookin’ too happy, bruh.
Hood: Well, I don’t blame her. It’s obvious Felix Drive never even bothered to show up in St Louis. Unless he’s a moron and went to the OCW Arena in the Keys instead of the OCW Dome here in Missouri.
Cara: That would be pretty dumb, bruh.
~ Tamika reaches the ring, walking up the steps and wipes her boots on the apron before stepping between the ropes. She acknowledges the faithful and Belvedere hands her the microphone.~
Tamika Strader: Well, Alexandra... this isn’t even close to how I wanted this main event to go, but Felix Drive is not in attendance and isn’t answering any phone calls, carrier pingeons, text messages or emails. Even the fax went unanswered. And in light of the fact I don’t have an opponent lined up for you to face now, I hereby award you with the OCW Piledriver Championship! I know you are a proud competitor and this is the last way you wanted to earn a title but here we are. I am confident you would’ve won anyway.
~Tamika hands a disgruntled Calaway the championship, and makes her way out of the ring.
Belvedere: And your new Piledriver Champion... ALEXANDRA CALAWAY!!!!!!!
~The OCW Faithful have a mixed reaction. They are happy Calaway is a champion in OCW, but annoyed it went down like this. Calaway shakes her head, and makes her way out of the ring and towards the back and is met by OCW Head of Security, John Nash Strader. He puts his arm around her as they disappear into the backstage area.~
Cara: Well, that sucked, bruh.
Hood: That it did. I hear rumblings something is about to go down...
Cara: Me too, bruh! Me too!
Who’re: “Ladies and Gentleman of St. Louis, you’ve been great tonight! Loud and Proud!”
~The crowd roars again.~
Who’re: “Ms. Strader has sent me out here for an in-ring interview, and I have always been a woman who does her job to the fullest! That being said, let me introduce to you, YOUR OCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION………”
~There was a slight pause, and the blonde interviewer breathed in deep.~
Who’re: “SYNNNNNN!”
~The arena lights go dark, and the beginning fire crackle of Slipknot’s YEN begins to leak over the arena speakers.~
Cara: It’s always interesting when these two get together, slick.
Hood: If I remember correctly, SYNN made WHO’RE cry last time they crossed paths and did you just call me “slick”?
Cara: She’s intimidating for sure, but she’s never been one for public speaking. I am surprised, quite frankly, that she even agreed to come out here, brozer!
~Smoke billows at the entrance ramp, and the crowd waits in anticipation to get their first glance at the champ in person!~
~The guitar riff hits, and stepping through the smoke is SYNN.~
Cara: Here she comes, bro-diddly.
Hood: Is it me, or did it just get cold in here?
Cara: The atmosphere has certainly changed, yes.
Hood: Cara, cover your nips.
Cara: HOOD!
~Synn, her tongue out, licking the belt, and the OCW World Title hanging from her hand, walks slowly down to the ring. Her eyes never leave WHO’RE, who is trying hard to not make eye contact.~
~SYNN makes her way to the steps, and tilts her head to one side, still staring at WHO’RE. The blonde interviewer is clearly regretting being out here.~
~She slithers into the ring, and picks up her title. She licks her lips as she still hasn’t broken eye contact. The lights come back on, smoke rising up to the arena rafters as WHO’RE brings the mic to her lips.~
Who’re: “SYNN…..you are the OCW World Champ. Many have come before you, and many will come after you…..but to date, you haven’t had much competition for that title. At ACCESS DENIED 2, that changes. You face OCW legend Easton Alexander….”
Cara: “She’s handling it well, despite clearly being uncomfortable, broheim.”
Hood: “A consummate professional. And I truly hate you.”
Who’re: “.........was hoping to get your take on the upcoming match. It’s sure to be a blockbuster and your toughest test to date. Do you have any thoughts going into the show?”
~SYNN cocks her head to each side, sticking her tongue between her teeth. She looks down at the title on her shoulder, and rubs a finger across it as if she was petting it. A sick grin comes across her face as she grabs WHO’RE’s wrist, and pulls her close–the mic up her mouth. Her smile turns into a snarl.~
SYNN: “What happened to the mean girl? The bully? The interviewer who put down her interviewees to boost her own fragile ego? This isn’t the same blondie I spoke to a month or so ago….this blondie is much less…mmm…..delicious.”
~She sniffs WHO’RE’s hair, and the interviewer bites her lip.~
SYNN: “I can smell your fear. Do I intimidate you?”
~WHO’RE nods weakly.
SYNN: “Relax, child. I am not here to cause you harm. Your own destructive tendencies have done enough of that. You asked me my thoughts?! My thoughts? I THINK that this will be a great contest and I am honored to step in the ring with Mr. Easton, to make him face his fears, to feel what it is like to doubt yourself. Just like you doubted me when I first got here, like they all did. Mr. Easton needs to embrace what tortures him most, and right now, what that is—this 20 pound piece of metal on my shoulder. His journey has been long and arduous, but he hasn’t quit. I’ll give him credit there. He is still here because he has yet to meet his maker. At ACCESS DENIED, he looks face to face with his failures and the mountain of insecurities he harbors deeeeeep inside. He has faced top star after top star, but he has never faced the face of his own fear, the face of a demon, the face of SYNN.”
~She pushes WHO’RE’s arm away and snarls at the blonde as she puts her quivering hand back to her mouth.~
Who’re: “That’s a first here in OCW. A champion praising a challenger. You said he hasn’t faced his fears yet…..what do you plan to put him through at the Pay Per View?”
~SYNN’s snarl turns back into a smile, and she laughs to herself. Pulling WHO’RE’s arm to her again, she talks.~
SYNN: “You want me to show my hand, eh? You want me to put my foot in my mouth, stack the deck against me by setting expectations so you can blast me for not living up to them or calling me a monster if I do? I know you’re type, blondie….”
Who’re: “I’m not—I don’t—-”
SYNN: “---you want me to say something outlandish, don’t yah? You want me to tell the world I am going to disembowel Mr. Alexander, and use his intestines to play hopscotch? That I will snap his bones and rearrange them into a funny little sculpture? You want me to tell the world on live TV that I am going to peel his skin off and make a hat out of it?”
Who’re: “No- I never asked you to—”
~Pulling her arm back.~
SYNN: “To shove my entire arm up his backside to the elbow so it ends up in his throat, making him a ventriloquist puppet?”
~WHO’RE pulls arm back.~
Who’re: “NO! I never said—”
~SYNN pulls her arm back again, more forcefully this time.~
SYNN: “You don’t have a very good tell. You’d be a terrible poker player. What I am going to do to Easton Alexander is make him come face to face with his biggest obstacle….himself. Easton Alexander is his own biggest nightmare, just look at his resume. You couldn’t work at Cinnabon with that work history. I don’t need to do anything to Easton that he hasn’t already done to himself—-”
Hood: She makes a point, ya know.
Cara: —--
~EASTON’S MUSIC HITS.~
Hood: Oh boy….. Enter the Dragon.
~Easton receives a massive pop as “Hearts Burst Into Fire” sweeps through the arena. Easton makes his presence on the stage, staring down SYNN, as he makes his way down the ramp. Walking but with a purpose.!
Hood: I don’t think Easton’s took his eyes off the champ since he got out here.
Cara: Damn right. He’s locked in, bruh.
~Easton jumps up onto the apron, wiping his shoes on the canvas before slowly entering through the top and middle ropes, still staring at SYNN, oddly erotic but all bat-shit crazy the champ is.~
~Easton walks over to Who’re, who has since gotten out of the ring while Synn was distracted, and gestures for her Microphone. She nods and hands it to him, the cameras catch Easton mouth “Thank you.”~
Easton: What a beautiful night, am I right St Louis?
~The crowd pops, obviously.~
Hood: cheap ass…
Cara: It's not his fault Hood, it’s what the kids are taught these days.
Easton: Don’t mind me, I just thought maybe you would rather say whatever bullshit you're spewing to my face. Instead of abusing the interviewer maybe you can try and grab my arm instead…
~Easton extends his right arm, gesturing for SYNN to try and grab at it.~
Easton: Go on champ I don’t bite… hard.
~Even before SYNN can even think about the proposition Easton pulls his hand away.~
Easton: You are one weird fucker SYNN, and I mean weird with a capitol W, never in my years has a opponent told me they we’re gonna use my skin as a sombrero but here you are with your paint and tabs of LSD in your gear bag. But here is what I think SYNN. It’s all false confidence because not a sentence earlier you called me an OCW legend and while I appreciate the words I won’t accept them yet. To be a legend you gotta be somebody and I haven’t shown anything worth being."
~Easton takes a couple steps towards SYNN. And points his index finger towards the championship slung over her shoulder.~
Easton: "That is where my self worth lies, this title is a title I’ve worked everyday for. Pushing past my limits just to get a shot, I had a break PIC just to grasp at a foggy win. But a win that I desperately needed. You saw an opportunity to kick a man while he was down and you took it… that’s the scariest part about you. Not the smoke and mirrors, or the way you treat a coworker. The fact that you will do ANYTHING it takes to win is terrifying and I love it, because that makes you human. I don’t FEAR you SYNN, I Fear a plane ride home without a result, without feeling like I did everything I could to win, without 20 pounds extra luggage if you catch my meaning.”
~Easton taps on the front plate of the OCW World Championship.~
Easton: "I fear leaving Flint… without that. It’s so very appropriate that we are in St Louis because in 2019 the Blues won the Stanley Cup for the very first time. And now here 4 years later I will declare that I will win MY first championship."
~Easton places the mic by her feet, and backs off slowly.~
~SYNN tilts her head to each side, her lip up in a sadistic grin. She looks down at the mic then up at WHO’RE and brings the mic to her mouth.~
SYNN: “I guess he’s done speaking.”
~The blonde nods, and the champ continues.~
SYNN: “.........and you know something. He’s right. I haven’t been very nice to you, have I?”
~The blonde doesn’t know what to say, and SYNN leans in closer.~
SYNN: “Have I? No, I haven’t. But you were an experiment, my pretty. You were exhibit A of reaping what you sowed. Being judgemental. Remember how terrible you were when you bullied the girl without the facepaint? Remember how terrible you were to the shy little innocent girl who just wanted to get to her dressing room without being harassed? You preyed on her anxiety, her shy nature, you preyed on fear.”
~The crowd pops, for whatever reason.~
SYNN: “Now, you get it back tenfold and what do you do? You fold like a lawn chair at the slightest pushback. All your tough talk and braggadocious aurora, it all goes away just…….like……….that.”
~She snaps her fingers, literally up in the blonde's face.~
~Easton steps in to get between.~
~SYNN spins around, her eyes black as midnight as she growls at her opponent. He steps back, perplexed.~
~SYNN turns around, and smiles, her eyes back to normal.~
SYNN: “Now that you’ve learned the error of your ways, now that you have truly learned what it is to fear…….”
~SYNN extends her hand.~
T~he blonde interviewer hesitantly reaches out and takes the champs hand. SYNN pulls her in close, so they are face to face.~
SYNN: *sniffing her again.* “Mmmmmmm”.
~The champ licks her face, and WHO’RE squeals, closing her eyes.~
Hood: This had gotten really weird, really fast.
Cara: She basically just ignored everything Easton said.
Cara: Not for long………
~Easton snaps to action and grabs WHO’RE’s arm, pulling her away from the twisted one. He looks back at SYNN with a disgusted look as escorts the interviewer out of the ring, where she runs to the back. He climbs back into the ring, cautious.~
~SYNN turns and looks at the man who will be standing across from her at ACCESS DENIED.~
SYNN: “And You………”
~Just then, “SINCE I’M A BASTARD” hits, and the crowd buzzes again as the Nickelman walks out onto the ramp.~
Hood: Just what we need, more freaks out here.
Cara: He’s been targeting that belt since the moment she won it, but why is he out here now, bruh?
~The Nickelman walks up the steps and into the ring. He looks at Easton and grins, picking up the mic he had set at SYNN’s feet and nodding. Easton sits back in the corner, a confident smirk on his face. He said his piece, now he will hear Charlie out.~
Nickleman: " I just want you to know, little girl…you might have all the people in this arena fooled, but your bastard Daddy isn't buying the act. You're not a monster, not a beast incarnate: I see right through this little charade of yours. Your little click clack sounds, those weird motions you make with your tongue: none of that shit bothers me. I know it's just an act. When I look at you and see you doing that cringe weirdo shit I don't see a freak or an animal: all I see is a horny little showgirl looking to swallow some dick!
And that's probably how you got that title around your waist, isn't it? Getting in good with Strader and the 'new management ', playing their games, trying to live up to this gimmick they've handed down to you. Just so you know, girly, this clown makeup and cheap outfit doesn't fit you. You look ridiculous wearing these hands me downs from the real stars. I've seen real crazy bitches, Synn: great female champions! Like Alice Knight, Delia Black, and even The Big Bifford!
You're nothing like them. You're just a little girl wearing a costume, trying to fill those same meat clown shoes. But you want to play the role of a demon? Fine, I'll play your little games. If you want to be a demon, this bastard right here will treat you like one! And you know what that means, doncha Synn? It means that when you cheat your way past EA Nasty at ACCESS DENIED I'll be there on the other side, waiting to slay you: one DEVIL HOOK DROP at a time! I know what my special reward is going to be after I pin Plethora AGAIN: it's going to be a demon fucking shishkabob!"
~“SEX METAL BARBIE” by In This Moment rings out, and Jenny Myst steps out onto the ramp with a bedazzled mic.~
Hood: First Charlie now her?
Cara: The peanut gallery is growing in size here!
Jenny: “Charlie, Charlie Charlie. Fancy seeing you here, bud!”
~He nods, giving a thumbs up.~
Jenny: “I see some things never change. This isn’t the XWF where its ask and you shall receive. No, no. You have to earn things here, Charles. You have to earn them, as do I. I am going to win that battle royal, and I am going to cement myself as the QUEEN. That title has had my name on it since the moment I walked in the door. Pennywise over there is just keeping it warm for me.”
~She begins to walk down the ramp.~
Jenny: “What is going to happen with you is the same that always happens. You are going to piss and moan, make outrageous claims, do something dastardly for shock value, and in the end you will wind up losing, only to repeat the cycle over again.”
Hood: She’s got a point, ya know.
Jenny: “It gets old, Charles. But I get it, you want that title. It’s, like me, the one accolade that has eluded you in this game we play. Difference is, you stay the same old Charlie Nickles while I…….I survive, and adapt, and grow.”
~She is up to the ring now, looking at the three stars inside.~
Jenny: “Your bastards may have left you here, on an island, all alone. That sucks for you, it truly does. But me? If XWF taught me anything it’s making connections. It’s who you know to get you by. It’s about having an inner circle.”
Cara: Is she talking about…………oh god.
Jenny: “So I put together my Queen’s Court, and I made sure I had the ace in the hole….the loaded gun…….the ducks in a row……..”
~She smiles a big pearly white smile.~
~The crowd begins to go wild around her.~
Jenny: “Basically, in simple terms, Charlie. I brought backup.”
~She laughs, and points.~
~Chris Chaos is in the ring, crouched in the corner, frothing at the mouth. He is signaling for someone to turn around…….but he is lined up directly behind SYNN.
Cara: Oh no! Chaos has his sights on the champion here! Jenny is going to turn her assassin loose on the OCW champ before the Pay Per View even gets underway, bromly!
Hood (singing): Turn Around…….Every now and then I get a little but terrified but then I see the look in your eyes……
Cara: Really?
~Charlie grins as Synn slowly turns around. Chaos launches like a missile right at the midsection of the demon. Just as he is about to make contact…….Synn vanishes.~
~CHAOS SPEARS CHARLIE NICKELS DAMN NEAR IN HALF!!!!!!!!!~
~Chaos pops up. He has a twisted look on his face as Nickels rolls away, holding his mid section.~
Cara: THAT SPEAR WAS MEANT FOR THE CHAMP, AND SHE DISAPPEARED. SHE JUST POOF, VANISHED, BRUHHHH!
Hood: WITCHCRAFT, I TELL YA!
~Chaos, however, seems to get satisfaction out of causing someone pain, champ or not. He turns his head to the side and looks at Easton. A wide grin crosses his face.~
Cara: Uh oh! The XWF Hall-of-Famer has Easton Alexander in his scope now!
~Jenny slides into the ring. They both look at each other, then at Easton, whose now in a fighting stance. The duo charges. They begin to punch and kick at Easton, who is defending himself in the corner. The brawl begins. The crowd pops!~
Hood: Listen to this crowd, they have come absolutely unglued here! The number one contender for the OCW title is fighting off these two lions, but will the numbers game catch up to him?!
Cara: I think we have our answer.
~Mandii Rider slides into the ring, and it's three on one but Easton is holding his own.~
~He is locked up with Chaos as the two wrestle for position into the center of the ring. Suddenly, SYNN appears out of nowhere, in the same spot from which she vanished. Jenny sees this, and charges.~
~Jenny goes for a clothesline, SYNN ducks and comes off the ropes.~
~SYNN CITY!~
~The Swinging Leg Hook Fireman's Carry Slam plants the Queen.~
~Mandii and Chaos are double teaming Easton. Synn grabs Mandii by the hair and pulls her back. Mandii hits a back elbow, backing Synn off, and drops her with a clothesline. Easton has pulled away from Chaos, and hits a monster lariat on Mandii, turning her almost inside out!~
~Synn is up as Easton is in a fighting stance. He backs up into SYNN, and turns around. He is shocked to see her back in the ring. The crowd pops as the two come face to face. Chaos tries to take advantage of the brief moment of distraction by going for a clothesline on Alexander. ~
~He ducks, and Synn lays into him with a hard right hand. He bounces off the punch and turns back around into a BURNING LARIAT from Easton! The assassin hits the deck, and rolls out of the ring. Jenny corrals her team as they walk back up the ramp.~
~Easton, wincing a little and shaking off the attack, suddenly looks up at the video board and realizes Synn is still behind him. He turns around, and the two go nose to nose. The crowd is in an uproar now.~
Hood: WE MAY GET TO SEE THE ACCESS DENIED MAIN EVENT EARLY HERE! THESE TWO ARE A POWDERKEG, READY TO EXPLODE HERE!~
~The two exchange some words, and Synn grins. Easton shoves her. She steps back, and gets back up in his face. He shoves her again, harder this time.
Cara: The challenger isn’t backing down here, bruh!
~Synn gets right back up in his face with a snarl, gnashing her teeth. Easton, showing no fear, is about to shove her again when the lights in the arena go out. They stay out for about 5 seconds, and when they come back on, SYNN is gone. There is a cackle echoing through the arena, and a cold breeze. In the center of the ring is a headstone that reads E. Alexander.~
Cara: Oh my shit……
~The challenge sits down in front of it. He stares at it for a few seconds before reaching out and putting his name on the etched stone letters. The camera zooms in on his face as he stares at the headstone, his eyes more focused than ever.~
~Piledriver goes off the air with Easton staring at his own grave.~
