Wednesday, January 12th, 2022
Live from the OCW Studio
~And we fade into the OCW Studio for another episode of the mat shaking pro wrestling program known as Piledriver! The show that makes us all feel we’ve just been dropped on our heads...but in a good way!! Cheasy spins around in his chair, really enjoying the freedom a rotating chair offers. I suppose he’s usually in a non-motion chair. He finally stops as the lights brighten and the music dims~
Cheasy M: Hello again everyone and welcome to Wednesday Night Piledriver! I’m your host with the most who’ll never ghost...Cheasy M! And, tonight, we continue in our advancement toward January 30th and Access Denied!
~We cut to a shot of a former OCW wrestler trying to enter the OCW Arena the morning after THE PURGE. Their credentials do not work. Their key card is declined. They are confused...you might even say their ACCESS has been DENIED~
Cheasy M: Yep, Access Denied an event without all the trash and garbage that littered previous OCW events. We’ve cut straight to the meat and potatoes of pro wrestling...the good, hearty ingredients that comprise a delicious stew. Yes, fans, we’re back to what makes OCW great...we’re back to the most original, creative...the toughest wrestlers in this business. Access Denied is set to be a CLASSIC OCW event.
~The camera cuts. Cheasy adjusts~
Cheasy M: Need evidence that we’re approaching Access Denied...PPV heaven? OCW at it’s finest? Well, look no further...because the first promo hit OCW television late last night!
~The camera cuts. Cheasy adjusts~
Cheasy M: If you’ll remember, one week ago we made the funky announcement that Mike Zybala was hosting a battle royal for all those overlooked talents seeking fame, fortune, and fuckery. That’s right, Zybala’s Outsider’s Battle Royal will kick off the festivities on January 30th and it’s open to ANYONE. Are you a plumber? SIGN UP! Do you walk dogs for a living? SIGN UP! Do you live with mom and dad? You might get made fun of...but, SIGN UP. It’s open to EVERYONE.
Cheasy M: One of those entrants just so happens to be a fan club leader. She’s wild. She’s unpredictable...she’s about to pierce your heart with screams of, something. Folks, let’s take a look at the first official promo for Access Denied presented to you by…Fantasia!
Hi I am Fanny Gilbertson. And at Access Denied, I am one of the few to try and earn a OCW contract. That is Online Championship Wrestling. Not the Outsiders one. Heck, anyone can get an Outsiders contract. Wasn't one of their champions a bum who sells used jewellery near the Key West bus stop? Barry. Yeah. Barry is his name. I think I dated him once. Left me sore in a few places. But not the places you are thinking of.*
*If you are thinking my Vagina and Butt hole than your not as stupid as you smell, fellow Outsider.
We have a few opponents* in this battle royal for a OCW Pay Per View match and possible contract.
*More like knuckle heads if you ask me.
Speaking of Knuckles. El Knuckle is one of them. The only mystery he has going into this battle royal is when and by who he will be eliminated. And then we have Meghan Strader... Strader? How many Strader's are there running around this business.*
*Too Many.
Meghan, you're gorgeous girl. You should be modeling instead of wrestling in Outsiders for a meal and Zybala's loose change. But since you are a 'Strader' I guess that means you think it's in your blood to be on the OCW roster. Well bad news girl, if blood win matches. Fanny does too. And I got all lots of blood. I got a nasty scab on my shoulder*. I'll pick it and show you how much blood I got. Just tell me when.
*Skiing accident. Not from my bra wire or anything. Skiiiiiii.
Dadbod and Max Rotten? Now these boys are the real challengers for me. Rotten doesn't look like a wrestler. He looks like one of those guys who can eat the huge steak under 20 minutes. Or someone who doesn't leave the all eat buffet until they close. Or a fan of donuts. What I am saying is he is a hefty man. Nothing wrong with that. Some people call me skin flint. Or twiggy arms.*
*Both compliments for my sexy body and sexy muscles. Surely, right? Right, and why did I call you Shirley?**
** I don't know how to tell jokes. :(
But Rotten can be a maniac when push comes to shove. So with him, I need to go all out. Give him everything I got. If i need to use a steel chair. Soooooo be it. You're going down, Max Rotten. And Dadbod. A fan. I am. I only seen him wrestle on and off. But he knows how to work it in the ring. Just as long as Mombod doesn't get involved and spoil things for him. Dadbod? Mombod? I guess I am... BABEbod? Haha*
*Don't laugh.
I also saw a number 12 on the list. No idea what that means. But I know why 5 was afraid of 6... because 7-8-9. And raped it too.*
*Joke skills improving.
Basically... what BABEbod is saying. I will win. Period.*
*#FANNY4OCW
~We return to the OCW Studio and Cheasy M~
Cheasy M: If that’s any indication as to what we’re in store for, in regards to Zybala’s Outsiders Battle Royal...well, all I can say is...buckle up! It’s gonna be one unpredictable ride!
~The camera cuts. Cheasy adjusts~
Cheasy M: And, speaking of unpredictable...Mike Zybala has taken the initiative to create an OOC Title. What does OOC mean?
~Everything freezes. We see a few glitches…A TRUE GLITCH IN THE MATRIX. We snap out of it and Cheasy laughs~
Cheasy M: That was weird. Anyway, Zybala has created a new title and the first champion is...well, you take a look for yourself!
: A sudden knock on the door surprises everyone. A nondescript person walks in holding a duffle bag. They turn and look at Zybala.:
Person: Mr. Zybala. Your package has arrived.
: Zybala jumps off of the couch and runs over to the person. He looks in the bag and a big smile spreads across his face. Zybala then turns to look at The A-List. :
Zybala: Lissie, please excuse me. This is something I've been waiting for for a few weeks now. I have to go to the ring and make a big announcement. I'll be back in like 15 minutes at the very most.
: Without waiting for a reply Zybala runs out of the locker room and down the hall. People look at him as he runs by but he pays them no attention, except for CAP SLOCKl who he salutes. The captain Returns the salute then continues on his way as Zybala continues to run. He passes Scruff and yells at the ref to follow him. Scruff shugs and chases after zabala. They get to the gorilla position and Zybala yells at a nearby Tech to start his music. Dream Weaver blasts over the sound system as Zybala and Scruff make their way down the ramp to the cheer of the fans. :
Hood: Oh great. Santa totally ignored my letter.
Smith: what did you ask Santa for?
Hood: I asked for this idiot to be dropped into a volcano.
Smith: I don't think Santa does murders.
Hood:#Santa_Ain't_Real...
: The music stops when zabala and Scruff get in the ring. Zybala calls for mic and gets one. He then addresses the OCW faithful.:
Zybala: Hello, OCW!
:The fans cheer!:
Zybala: I hope you all had a great Holiday season. I have a late Christmas present for everyone in the crowd and in the back. I know that the 24/7 format has been a great time for everyone and Im going to make it better!
: The crowd leans forward in anticipation. What is Zybala up to now? :
Zybala: As you may know, I am the forever owner of Outsiders Championship Wrestler and soon to have my Online ownership back. So I've decided to create a new title that can not only be defended in both OCWs, but also any time, any where! As long as you have a OCW ref like Scruff here, and are under contract with either OCW, you can win the Omnipresent Ongoing Clock Championship or...
: Zybala bends over and opens the duffle bag. He pulls out a beautiful championship belt with three big letters on the center plate. :
Zybala: The brand new O.O.C. championship!!
: The fans cheer loudly at the revelation of the new title. The cheers lessen as Marcus Welsh makes his way from behind the curtain and down the ramp. Zybala claps for the General Manager and the fans clap for him as well. Welsh grabs another microphone and enters the ring. :
Welsh: That is a beautiful belt and a great idea, Mike. Though I'm sorry to say that I have to veto it. Hear me out! Do you think, with all these unexplained backstage assaults going on, that a title like this is a good idea??
: Zybala's shoulders slump as he nods.
Zybala: I guess you're right. I didn't think of that.
Welsh: Maybe when this mystery is solved, we can make this happen. Come on, let's get a drink in the back.
: Welsh puts his arm around Zybala's shoulders and leads him to the ropes. As soon as Zybala back is turned, Welsh quickly brings Zybala to the mat with a surprise roll up! Welsh grabs the tights as he yells at Scruff to make the count! Scruff quickly counts to three and Welsh jumps up and celebrates! He quickly grabs the O.O.C. title and leaves the ring. Welsh runs up the ramp and disappears behind the curtain. Zybala jumps up to his feet laughing. He calls Welsh a cheeky bastard before running after him. :
~We return to the OCW Studio~
Cheasy M: That Zybala is one wild guy, isn’t he? And it appears as though Marcus Welsh is the inaugural OO -
~Another glitch...our feed skips past the name of the title~
Cheasy M: Champion! Tremendous stuff!
~The camera cuts. Cheasy adjusts~
Cheasy M: Speaking of Zybala...he will face BRIM at Access Denied in a Zybala’s Inferno match. A match that will feature three locations...Exile Island, Outsiders, and The Garden of Betrayal. How will all three be utilized in one night? Don’t know. But, it’s Zybala...so I’m sure it’ll get figured out. A wrestler must earn two victories in two of the locations to be named the winner! If Zybala wins, he’s owner of OCW once again. If BRIM wins...he receives his Savage Championship.
~The camera cuts. Cheasy adjusts~
Cheasy M: And, speaking of that...let’s cut to some exclusive footage of Marcus Welsh from earlier today!
~We cut to Welsh. He’s inside his office, on the phone. He appears nervous~
Marcus Welsh: Yessir, how was the vacation?
~Okay, so he’s talking to Poblano~
Marcus Welsh: Happy to hear it, sir. What’s that? Yes, construction for our February event is well underway. We should be fully operational with plenty of time to spare.
~Sounds like OCW is building a brand new location for February’s event. SWEET~
Marcus Welsh: What’s that?
~Welsh’s words indicate he can’t understand Poblano but his face tells a different story~
Marcus Welsh: Oh, the SAVAGE Title...yes, but we’ll only need it IF BRIM wins.
~Poblano’s voice SCREAMS through the receiver. Welsh has to yank it away from his ear~
Marcus Welsh: Sorry sir, WHEN BRIM wins. Right. Yes.
~Poblano calms down. Welsh brings the phone closer to his ear~
Marcus Welsh: Huh? Oh, um, yea, we’re working on it.
~Marcus cringes as Poblano rips into him. He nods, taking the verbal lashing~
Marcus Welsh: Yessir. It’ll be there.
~He hangs up. LEO is standing nearby. Welsh massages his forehead, dropping the phone on his desktop, he looks up, casting an anxious look Leo’s way~
Marcus Welsh: Do you want to...
~Leo NOPES right out of this ordeal and exits Welsh’s office, leaving him all alone~
Marcus Welsh: Fuck.
~Welsh scrolls through his phone, landing on the contact for SUPREME MACHINE. We cut away~
Cheasy M; Wow. It appears Supreme Machine is still in possession of the OCW Savage Title and OCW GM Marcus Welsh is more than a little apprehensive about reclaiming it.
~The camera cuts. Cheasy adjusts~
Cheasy M: I can’t say I blame him. Supreme Machine is, without a doubt, the scariest wrestler in OCW history. Asking for that belt back could, in all likelihood, be the equivalent of suicide.
~The camera cuts. Cheasy adjusts~
Cheasy M: And, on that cheery note...let’s cut to commercial! Stick around, Piledriver returns, after this!
~We return to the OCW Studio. Cheasy is watching a promo on his phone. He looks up, smiling~
Cheasy M: Welcome back, OCW fans! You caught me fanboying over some BREAKING NEWS...that’s right. The action at OCW never stops...as indicated by the fact that a promo JUST dropped for Zybala’s Outsiders Battle Royal. It’s from the violent yet likable...Max Rotten. Take a look!
We cut to a run down bar on the outside. The type of bar that you definitely would not take a date to. Suddenly a bar stool crashes through the window. Fun times, no? We head inside the bar where we see a bar fight taking place between Max Rotten and numerous patrons. Max sends one patron through a nearby pool table before breaking a pool stick over another patron’s back. A third patron is then sent across the bar by Max before he breaks a glass into the face of a fourth. It’s then and only then that Max Rotten notices the camera with a smirk.
Max Rotten: Oh, hey. The name’s Maxwell Christopher Jack Rotten - but you, you can just call me Max Rotten. And if my surname is familiar to you, well it should be. My older brothers love to fight too. Not that they know I exist. I do what I do to get their attention.
He puts up his hands like he’s going to fight the camera man and walks towards it, still smiling. From this angle we see that his wrists are taped and within the wrist tape there’s shards of glass.
Max: I’ve been invited to take part in the Outsiders Battle Royal at OCW’s next event - Access Denied. That’s cool. As you might have seen, I like to fight. I live for the fight, for the brawl - and backyard wrestlin’? Well that’s just my bag, now ain’t it? The taipei death match was a favourite for my brothers, and at Access Denied I’m gonna bring the death match to the backyard!
Another patron sneaks up behind Max as he talks but Max notices him out of the corner of his eye.
Max: Scuse me a sec.
In a flash, Max swivels round smacking the patron in the head with his glass covered hand. The patron goes down immediately. Max turns back to the camera.
Max: So then, who have we got in this battle royal? 12? Never heard of ya. But by the looks of ya, you like baseball right? Make sure you bring your bat and I’ll turn ya into a popsickle. Fanny? What the fuck kinda name is Fanny?! You don’t have trainin’? Good job you’re headin’ into Outsiders then ain’t it? But you make fat jokes at my expense in the battle royal and I’ll pop your head right off your shoulders. Ghost hunters…. Fuck off…
Max smiles.
Max: Dadbod and Meghan Strader. OK! Now you two I know… but Meghan, honey… you really think a backyard fed is for someone as hot as you? If you think you can dance the fuckin’ dance with me sweetheart then go right ahead and try - that goes for you too, Dadbod. I’m enterin’ this battle royal to hurt, maim and crush everyone in that ring. But I want a good fight. Make no mistake Strader and Fanny I’m fully intendin’ to fuck your pretty faces up. And I’m gonna enjoy it.
~We cut back to Cheasy and the OCW Studio~
Cheasy M: I don’t know much about Mr. Rotten...but I know this. He’s gonna be ready come January 30th at Access Denied! Know the name, fans...there’s a good chance he earns a spot on the February PPV lineup!
~The camera cuts. Cheasy adjusts~
Cheasy M: And, speaking of making the PPV lineup...how about we talk some more about a match on the main card of Access Denied! Let’s talk tag team action, shall we?
~Cheasy M sings the words ‘tag team’ for some weird reason. He quickly stops and gets professional again~
Cheasy M: For weeks an ominous message has plagued the OCW roster...most notably, The Dravers. Last week, it all came to a head as the culprits behind the message made their intentions known. Tag Team legends, The Danger Boiz, returned in shocking fashion as they attacked The Dravers at an autograph signing. Once the attack was over, Dangerous Dan and Crazy Chris posed with the OCW Tag Titles.
~The camera cuts. Cheasy adjusts~
Cheasy M: And that’s all OCW needed. The match was announced. The Dravers will face The Danger Boiz for the OCW Tag Titles in a Danger Zone Match at Access Denied. What’s a Danger Zone Match? It’s a cage match. Weapons are stuck to the cage. The titles hang above. In order to win, a team must escape the cage with the belts. This will be the first time The Dravers have competed in a Danger Zone Match. As for The Danger Boiz? They are 2-0 in this type of match.
~Cheasy sighs and shakes his head~
Cheasy M: A tall task for the Dravers. But, the twins have never shied away from competition...they’ve faced Aptitude...they’ve faced eMpire...they’ve faced them all. A history second-to-none! So, let’s check in on the Dravers and see what they’ve been up to since last week’s shocking reveal.
?????: Turn on that damn camera!
Suddenly a video camera switches on and this is where we enter the scene. It is the aftermath of the Danger Boiz’ attack on the Dravers Twins. People at the autograph signing are crowding around the twins with the camera staring down at them.
????: Nathan! Jonathan! Is there anything you’d like to say about this attack?
Holding his head in pain, while still sitting on the floor Jonathan looks up with a wince.
Jonathan: Yeah. Yeah there is actually. Danger Boiz…. We were looking forward to facing off with one of the most legendary tag teams on the planet - to see who really was OCW’s premiere brotherly tag team. But instead of facing us like men, you jump us at an autograph signing. For such fan favourites that’s pretty low.
Nathan then looks up and joins in.
Nathan: But not unexpected. After all, we’ve already done more in OCW than you ever did in your tenure and that eats you up inside doesn’t it? The Danger Boiz are a legendary tag team in the wrestling business but they are low human beings. This could have been a match based on respect - both teams acknowledging each others’ accomplishments. But no… you had to sully this. Well be careful what you wish for guys. You might end up Seeing Double!
Jonathan: At Access Denied, these belts - Jonathan picks his belt up that has been strewn over the floor - are coming back with us where they belong and whereas we are going to go back to having TV’s greatest reality show, you ‘boiz’ are going fade into obscurity once again.
Nathan: Now please…. Turn off that camera. We’re done here.
~The camera abruptly switches off. We cut back to Cheasy~
Cheasy M: It seems as though The Danger Boiz have attained the Dravers attention. That match should be a doozy. Will The Danger Boiz achieve the OCW Tag Titles...the lone accolade missing from their otherwise complete tag team resume? Or, will The Dravers officially become three time, three time, three time OCW Tag Team Champions? We’ll find out on January 30th at Access Denied!!
~The camera cuts. Cheasy adjusts~
Cheasy M: And now a commercial break...what? You thought making these shows was free? Gotta keep the lights on somehow! Piledriver rolls on, after this!
~We return to Piledriver. Cheasy is reading some tweets from Fanny about curdled cheese~
Cheasy M: Hey, I’m all about cheese but that’s kinda gross.
~He notices we’re back~
Cheasy M: Whoops, sorry fans...welcome back to Piledriver! Anyway…
~“SON OF A BITCH” is an exclamation that is heard outside the OCW Studio door. Cheasy gets up, surprised. He opens the door to find Hood, washing off his bloodied bat~
Cheasy M: Hood, my man. First off, dig the new look.
Hood: Fuck off.
Cheasy M: Okay. What’s wrong? Did they forget to take the onions off your cheeseburger again?
~Hood spins around, pointing the bat in Cheasy’s face~
Hood: No, but next time they do...I’m blaming YOU.
Cheasy M: In that case, you should order chicken strips for awhile.
~Hood’s eyes narrow~
Hood: Maybe. But that’s not the problem.
~He lowers his bat~
Cheasy M: Well, what is?
Hood: ALICE KNIGHT
Cheasy M: Alice? What about her?
Hood: Have you been on Twitter? The OCW account is interacting with her again.
Cheasy M: Well, that’s nice, she is a legend, after all.
~Hood violently swings his bat into the wall, bashing a hole. He yanks it out to find the body of a dead cat stuck to the barbed wire~
Hood: YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN?
Cheasy M: That’s a dead cat...that was inside the wall of the backstage area. Surprised it didn’t smell. Weird and gross.
Hood: Where do you think this cat came from, huh? FROM HER
Cheasy M: That might be jumping the gun a little bit.
~Hood looks down and mumbles~
Hood: I wish I had a gun.
Cheasy M: HOOD
Hood: Look...you know now that she’s made up with LEO that it’s only a matter of time before she’s back in that ring flapping those arms and hooting like a lunatic. Well, when that happens...I’m going to be ready.
~Hood shakes the dead cat from the bat and he storms off, fuming. Cheasy shrugs at the camera~
Cheasy M: Maybe the longest lasting feud in OCW history. Anyway, follow me back inside the OCW Studio, fans.
~Cheasy notices the door shut behind him. He reaches to open it...but finds that it’s locked. He smiles~
Cheasy M: Seems as though I’ve locked myself out of my own studio. That’s okay...I’ve got a key.
~He feels around. There is no key~
Cheasy M: Seems as though I’ve left my keys inside the studio. That’s okay, I’ll just knock and somebody will let me back in.
~He knocks. And knocks. And knocks...gotta give it to the guy, his composure remains steadfast~
Cheasy M: Not sure what the crew is doing in there but if they don’t answer this door soon…
~He leans in and shouts so everyone inside can hear him~
Cheasy M: I’M GOING TO TELL HOOD ALICE IS IN THERE.
~He hears people scrambling from behind the door~
Cheasy M: This should be opened momentarily. In the meantime, let’s take a look at what’s been going down between TransAtlantic Champion Veronica Strader and Dylan Thomas!
~The funky guitar riff of "Just A Girl" by No Doubt pumps out of the state of the art sound system (it's OCW baby, of course it's only the best). The fans stand up and cheer loudly for the one talent that showed she truly is STRONG and PROUD. She heads down to the ring slapping the hands of a few fans along the way. She reaches ringside, climbs in and Belvedere hands her his microphone.~
Veronica: Hey there my OCW Faithful, mama missed you!
~The fans give a pop.~
Veronica: Alright Dylan, you want to talk? I am right here. Let's have a little chat you seem to be dying to have with me. You know where my locker room is. The Traitor's old utility closet that Marcus let me gut and turn in a 1500 square foot area for me and my crew. I'll be waiting.
~Veronica points her finger in the air giving a twirl to start her music, as she hands the microphone back to Belvedere and heads back up the ramp slapping a few hands along the way.~
Dylan: Well Vee... you don't have to wait long.
Dylan's voice is heard from behind the curtain. He steps out to cheers by the OCW Faithful. This is one of those rare times when Dylan is on his own. He stands on the stage, motioning for the sound crew to cut his music.
Vee: Now where's Chuck, you son of a bitch?
Dylan: Such hostility! Just calm down.
Dylan smirks.
Dylan: Chuck is safe, don't worry. And he's here, in the OCW arena. As a man of my word, you can have him back just as soon as we're done here. Now.....
Dylan begins to walk down to the ring.
Dylan: As I said, I wanted to see what you were capable of. After all, we're going to the murder capital of the States.
Dylan steps through the ropes.
Dylan: I just wanted to make sure your head was in the game - whichever head you're deciding to currently use anyway....
OCW Faithful: **Gasp**
Dylan: I'm kidding! I'm kidding. Now... look, I know previously I lost because I made a poor choice in attire and for some reason you keep fixating on that....But when we go to Detroit on January 30, it's gonna be no laughing matter and we'll go to war just as two rivals should. Now Strader... contrary to popular belief, I do respect you and I respect your talents - I mean 6-0. That's no joke. You are talented, you don't need me to tell you that. I just wanted to make sure you were done with the poetry, so I stepped the game up. I told you two could play at this game, Strader. But I stepped the game up to make you see that not everything in life is second grade poetry. We're going to Detroit.... so I merely brought Detroit to you.
Dylan smiles but as soon as his smile appears, it's gone.
Dylan: What are you prepared to do, Strader to keep that title around your waist? Let's find out.
~Vee gives Dylan a bit of a smirk before she brings the microphone up to her lips.~
Veronica: You know why I am fixated on you almost freezing to death? It's because just two hours north across the Ambassador Bridge and East Bound on the 401 is where Victoria was raised, where I was raised. Big into Hockeytown as well, outdoor games, skating on parts of the Detroit River... I say all of that because it can get very cold. Now it doesn't get -40 cold like the icebox you were in, but -20 with the chill of the water, people tend to catch pneumonia, frostbite, all the lovely little things that come with winter in the Northern States and the southern ends of the Canadian provinces. Because here is the thing, I don't want to win because you didn't make the right call to be properly prepared for the possible -30 degrees Fahrenheit.
~Vee holds her hands with a "come on, now". It's a valid concern, both of the OCW stars know it.~
Veronica: I will tell you this though, there is only one mind in control and that's me. Now besides myself, Roxxie, Marcy and Marcus that doesn't bode well for anyone that is facing me. Look at mouthpiece Cross for example, once I lay the challenge he shuts right up and has nothing to say. But like I was saying, Victoria is sweet, kind, loving, and caring. Me? I'm mean, cold, calculated and I am willing to do whatever it takes to keep Magnum TA around my waist. I threw a blood relative off the roof of this arena. I'm willing to lie, cheat and steal to keep my championship, my very first title strap. No one is going to be around to throw in the towel for me but maybe Dylan, just maybe you should get your own house in order. Line up those A-Listers, force them to their knees and find out who screwed you out of your Craze Championship... the fact you haven't done that tells me one thing... that you have gone soft. Now I am heading back to my locker room, Dylan and I do truly hope that you mean what you say and that Chuck will be set free.
~Vee goes to put the microphone down but stops herself.~
Veronica: Seriously Dylan, I ain't joking or making light of your situation... you need to figure out who your traitor is, sooner rather than later. Otherwise, it could happen all over again and if it does... well, I'll throw them into the Detroit River myself because I am not retaining MY championship that way. See you again soon, Dylan.
~ Veronica sets the microphone on the top turnbuckle before leaving the ring to head to her locker room. Dylan watches Vee Strader as she walks past him~
Dylan: Go back to your locker room. He's right where he normally is.
~We cut back to the OCW Studio. Cheasy is back behind his desk~
Cheasy M: Yes, your eyes are not telling any lies. I am back inside the studio. Thanks to my amazing staff who…
~He pauses, growing serious~
Cheasy M: Will never, ever leave me waiting again, right?
~They all say ‘yes, cheasy’. Cheasy smiles~
Cheasy M: Great! Now, back to what we’ve just seen. Tensions continue to rise between Dylan Thomas and TransAtlantic Champion Veronica Strader. If you’ll remember, it was Veronica who was playing mindgames, leaving poetry on Dylan’s locker room door.
~The camera cuts. Cheasy adjusts~
Cheasy M: So, Dylan Thomas raised the stakes. He abducted Vee’s precious person-doll-thing named CHUCK. Well, it appears as though that got Vee’s attention. Fortunately for Strader and her crew, it sounds like Chuck is safe and sound...but the message remains. Two can play the mind game.
~The camera cuts. Cheasy adjusts~
Cheasy M: But, in two weeks at Access Denied...the need for mind games will not longer exist. These two competitors will step into Detroit with the intent on destroying one another en route to walking out TransAtlantic Champion. Can Welsh’s chosen one...the undefeated Strader take a huge step toward OCW’s peak by defeating Dylan Thomas or will Perfection Personified rebound after his controversial defeat back in December? We’ll all find out in two weeks time!
~The camera cuts. Cheasy adjusts~
Cheasy M: And, speaking of Access Denied...The Confederate Icon is set to return to the ring...FOR REAL this time. His opponent? Curt Canon. The two Hall of Famers will compete for an OCW Title shot. It’s been pretty quiet surrounding Chad’s camp...but, earlier this week Treat Cassidy emerged and broke the silence. Let’s take a look at his statement!
TMZ.com reports that un-vaccinated anti-masking pro wrestling superstar, Chad Vargas has tested positive for COVID-19. It is unclear at this time what his symptoms are and whether or not he will be ready to compete in his first match back in the ring in years, making his return to Online Championship Wrestling to do battle against fellow Hall of Famer, Curt Canon. Vargas has been very vocal about the COVID-19 virus and the variants. He has been very disobedient in COVID-19 restrictions. He has said to believe this whole pandemic is a work. We will have more on this as it unfolds. Vargas' long-time agent, Treat Cassidy was reached out to for comment, with no immediate response.
A few hours later, Treat Cassidy released the following statement:
"Chad Vargas has allegedly tested positive for COVID-19, but is in Tennessee just fine. He doesn't have as much as a runny nose. So the rest of you Ian Bishop's of the world can live in fear all you want, but my client is a law abiding free American citizen, American Hero, really, and he will not discontinue to live his life the way he sees fit. Marcus Welsh, and whatever cronies run OCW over the years are always up to something. I believe this is their way to force my client out of action. The boogeyman isn't real, let's wrestle and live like kings, should someone develop a case of the sniffles, who cares, it certainly isn't newsworthy. I will be hiring a team of investigators to investigate this "positive COVID test" and I look forward to Access Denied as does my client."
~We cut back to Cheasy~
Cheasy M: It appears as though many things in life change...but Chad Vargas remains the same old confederate bastard he’s always been. He may have tested positive for COVID but that won’t stop him from appearing at Access Denied. If anything, he’ll weaponize it against Curt Canon.
~The camera cuts. Cheasy adjusts~
Cheasy M: Alright fans...let’s take another break...when we return, more head throbbing Piledriver action!
~We return to the OCW Studio~
Cheasy M: And we’re back! Before we get into the final portion of tonight’s show, let’s head backstage where I’m told Marcus Welsh is speaking with the TransAtlantic Champion.
~We cut backstage where, INDEED, this very thing is happening. Magical~
Marcus Welsh: Vee, good to see you. I know it’s been a week...but you’re proving that you are proud and strong. Just as I thought.
~Strader nods~
Marcus Welsh: Now, I’m not saying you’re indebted to me or anything. However, I have always had your back, so I was wondering if you’d do me a solid. You have a relationship with...Supreme Machine.
~We hear the fans inside the OCW Arena go wild. Welsh lowers his head, grinding his teeth. Veronica smiles~
Marcus Welsh: Yea, yea, we get it. He’s great. He’s never lost in OCW. A total badass. But, look...he’s got something I need. He’s got the OCW Savage Championship...so, maybe you could speak with him? Get him to return it?
~Veronica is about to answer...before she can, Welsh sees the camera. He turns and palms the lens. We cut back to Cheasy~
Cheasy M: Interesting...I really didn’t think we’d hear the name Supreme Machine on OCW TV again. But, he’s got something our GM wants. And, well, that equates to leverage.
~The camera cuts. Cheasy adjusts~
Cheasy M: It’ll be interesting to see where that goes. We’ll have more about Veronica Strader, later. But first...let’s take a look at this week’s HEAT CHECK!
Cheasy M: Strader holding PROUD AND STRONG at the top. Gideon Cross continues to make his mark, rising to the second spot on the Heat Check. He’s got TONS of momentum heading into Access Denied. Strader and Dylan Thomas remains the hottest feud in OCW while Zybala and BRIM hold tight at #2. So much action going on and it’s only going to get hotter as we step closer and closer to Access Denied!
~The camera cuts. Cheasy adjusts~
Cheasy M: And, speaking of Miss Strader...not only does she have issues with Dylan Thomas...but a newcomer has given her more than a little to deal with in the past week. That’s right, Gideon Cross has taken aim at Veronica Strader. Let’s take a look at what’s been going down!
~ "Just a Girl" starts up through the arena and the fans are excited to see the first star that survived the Purge with her being Strong and Proud. She is in her ring gear, and her hair pulled back and she walks down to the ring with a purpose. Smith gets up from his seat to hand her a microphone and she kisses the tips of her index and middle finger and boops Smith on the nose for the service. She rolls under the bottom rope and she lets the fans calm down and her music go out.~
Veronica: Oh my OCW Faithful, the past week and a half has been really annoying with this gnat (that's a mosquito like insect) buzzing around biting the big one and sounding like a child. Insult after insult of the same nature. Like saying I have a loose pussy cause I am some huge slut but if the guy actually bothered to research he would know I was stuck inside Victoria's psyche, and she was very much a lesbian. I haven't even looked for pleasure because this business comes first (pun intended) being undefeated at 6-0 and the Trans Atlantic Champion keeps me busy. Who are you again? Oh right, nobody.
~She starts to walk in a line middle of the ring, pivoting on her heel.~
Veronica: So, Gideon Cross (Gideon Cross™ ) I am issuing a challenge. Right here, right now. Either accept the challenge and Nut the fuck up, or deny it and piss right off. It's time to teach you some manners and not to run your mouth. Just you and me. One on One. Tick tock. I am waiting.
~The fans get excited at the possibility of a match between the younger upstarts of OCW.~
Veronica: If you choose not to accept, well it shows everyone in the back, and all the OCW faithful you don't have a leg to stand on. You refuse my challenge, I will purposely forget who you are and will never give you the time of day ever again. You don't want to present a united front against the OCW haters, well, that's fine I really don't want to be aligned with a spoiled brat anyway. Tick tock. God forgives.
~Veronica holds the microphone up in the for the fans.~
OCW Faithful: I DON'T!
Gideon opens up his Apple 12 phone and opens up the OCW website and busts out laughing from what he just heard from one of OCW's own Veronica Strader as he pauses for a minute to record a quick video..
GIDEON CROSS: "Folks what did I say, any takers? How about you Caledon, would you like to take a guess?"
Gideon says as he questions his manservant, who can be seen pulling his employers suitcase behind him.
CALEDON YOUNG: "Umm.. no sir.."
GIDEON CROSS: "Oh c'mon Caledon take a guess."
CALEDON YOUNG: "Ok, fine, that Ms. Strader's easy?"
As Caledon says that Gideon bursts out in laughter.
GIDEON CROSS: "Ding... ding... ding ladies and gentleman we have a winner here, Caledon you've guessed correct. Veronica see I knew you were easy just not this easy.. Here's the thing Strader I'll accept your challenge when put that Trans Atlantic championship title on the line. However when you do I'll decide when, where and what kind of match it'll be seeing how the kind folks of OCW like to add last minute changes to match's"
Gideon smiles, before continuing on.
GIDEON CROSS: "Now if you don't mind as of right now I've got far more interesting things to attend too then argue with some female who thinks challenging mwah here, will get her extra brownie points with the OCW faithful, but in reality it wont. Now like I said I've got far more important things to attend to then hear Ms. Veronica Strader bitch and moan about me!!!"
Cross says as Caledon opens the passenger door to Gideon's personal limousine the Enterprise as Gideon gets in, the door shuts behind him, cutting the video feed he had just recorded.
~The OCWTron lights up showing Veronica Strader in her locker room with a smirk on her face like she knew all along.~
Veronica: Well thanks for proving to me that you are a coward. You have 1 win to your name and you think you deserve a shot at MY Trans-Atlantic Championship. What a bloody joke. You think you get to step in front of Dylan Thomas? Bob Grenier? The Lost Stranger? Erin Gordon? Mike Zybala? I could go through this entire roster and each one of them is more deserving of a title shot than your sorry behind.
~She shakes her head, and looks at the strap on sitting over her shoulder. She looks up at the camera and nods.~
Veronica: Fine. You want a shot, you can have it as long as long as Marcus ( Marcus Welsh ) says that is fine. It's time someone put you in your place. As soon as the boss approves this I am going to either break your leg with The Four Sticks or crush your skull with The Wild One. Maybe I will do both. Remember when you are looking up at the lights, beaten by yours truly you asked for this the second you opened your over privileged mouth. But if he doesn't approve this match, and you bitch out? The whole roster, and all these fans will know you aren't worth a damn thing. See you soon, little boy.
~The OCWtron cuts on her sneering face. A few hours had passed since we last see your hero and mines, the youngest signee of OCW, Gideon Cross, yes, the one the only Brat Prince as he's come to be known by in recent weeks by that of the OCW faithful. Cross can be seen sitting alone in the back of his limousine, that he's nicknamed the Enterprise, the moon roof of the Enterprise can be seen open allowing fresh air into the back cabinet area where he's sitting at as he opens up his phone again to see the latest attempt, well sad attempt from one Veronica Strader to go against yours truly on the stick. As the video ends, a devilish grin appears on Gideon's face~
GIDEON CROSS: "Now that's cute, seriously is that the best you can do? Oh.. Oh.. Gideon you're a coward. Ladies and gentlemen Cross is a coward he won't fight me, correction sweetie, if I do recall I didn't turn your challenge down..."
Cross says with a snicker, before continuing on.
GIDEON CROSS: "In fact I didn't turn it down at all, all I said was I'll accept it once you put that title of yours on the line, I mean after all you wouldn't want to disappoint the so called OCW faithful now would you? No title, no match..."
Cross says with a pause, taking a quick breath, before continuing on.
GIDEON CROSS: "Do I deserve a shot at your title, you're probably right I don't, but meh do you really think I give two shits about who's spot I maybe taking, absolutely not.. then again you see unlike you I didn't get to where I am today by playing nice. Face it, your days as the Trans Atlantic Champion are number.
~As Gideon says that he ends the recording, ending the video feed.. Vee doesn't look amused, she's not jovial, she doesn’t even look irritated. She tilts her head, looking into the camera for a second before reverting her head upright.~
Veronica: Why am I even doing this? You aren't worth my time. You'll be forgotten and another soul will replace you eventually, although I know it won't be soon enough.
~We can’t see it but she grabs a Newport menthol and lights her death stick with a match. She takes a long drag and exhales through her nostrils continuing on. ~
Veronica:I agreed to put my title on the line but I am gathering the boss doesn't dig that all too much otherwise we would've been in the ring by now but it should show anyone with doubts that they are misplaced. However, no one doubts that you are a punk. Hell, you should already know that you aren’t going to get a chance at my Trans Atlantic Championship. You aren't just handed opportunities here in Online Championship Wrestling, you have to earn them. The Hall of Famers here in PerZag, Vargas, Bob Grenier and other superstars like TLS, Mack O'Connor, and Current OCW Champion Outcast all earned everything they have. Even returnees like Erin Gordon, and the spirit of OCW itself in Mike Zybala don’t deserve what you bring to the table. You bring a poor attitude, an arrogant shade of twat when you haven't earned the right just like Kevin Federline did fifteen years ago when he married Britney Spears.
~She stops, eyes looking down in thought for a few seconds before she looks back up into the lens. Her voice, calm, taking a drag.~
Veronica: Outside of these walls the people hate me because I did what none of them could, survive the Purge, and start to carve out the legacy I deserved, not just Victoria’s, but MINE. They hate all of us in OCW because we are Strong and Proud but hell that's not true is it? No, it’s not because you don’t possess strength or pride. You are just... there, like some basic bitch-boy. Someone who needs to belittle people based on looks, their sex lives or whatever else you use to judge. Like I have never even been with a man but to you my pussy is all loose and torn up and some other lovely adjectives. Oh, I am sorry, you probably don’t what that means, so let me help: an adjective is a word or phrase naming an attribute, added to or grammatically related to a noun to modify or describe it.
~A laugh, but it’s gone quickly as she inhales the minty Newport.~
Veronica: Hopefully, you are paying the pimple-faced Twelve-Year-Old well for typing up your childish insults from behind a knock off shitty Samsung tablet because the kid is doing top-notch work… If it was recess time in elementary school. I tried to reach out, be friendly because at the end of the day, this company? Means everything to me and you spit on it like it doesn't matter.
~She gently shakes her in disbelief.~
Veronica: You don't care that you are a part of a great wrestling company with an incredible legacy do you? This place is a showcase of the best wrestling and wrestling talent in the entire industry. That's what we do for a living. It's what I have always wanted to do. Just because I am one of two personalities in the same body, that doesn’t change that fact and isn't something to make fun of. It isn't something you should piss all over. You make fun of SexClub also known as FIGHT but really that place is a perfect fit for you and it’s where you belong. You and Dane could form a Lady Slayers of Wrasslin’. You are loud, arrogant, and think your shit doesn’t stink. But it does stink, really raunch. Even that Traitor Vaughn wouldn’t clean that toilet.
~She gently shakes her head from side to side letting out a sigh.~
Veronica: So after I try to lend a hand to you and band together with you against the OCW haters and welcome you to the company. In response, you talk to me like I am below you somehow when the simple fact is no one knows who you are, and most importantly... no one cares, whereas my stock keeps climbing. So you move quickly into body shaming, slut shaming, making derogatory jokes just to make them, and my personal favourite making fun of people you don't understand by repeating jokes you obviously can’t grasp. Then you go and make fun of a new company I bought a large chunk of in Thunder Pro Wrestling which gives us an advantage over the companies stacked against us out there but you lack the basic common sense to understand why. In the palm of my hand are two traitors, a group that is basically the Beer, Sweat and Shit gang working my magic to remind them of who they are.
~Vee’s left hand comes up and rests on the centre plate of TA championship draped over her shoulder.~
Veronica: So I will defend my title when I am told, by only one man in this entire company... Marcus Welsh. You did exactly what I thought you would do and that's lie to me and yourself.
~She casually rolls her eyes, again gently shaking her head.~
Veronica: I didn't play nice to get here. I scratched, clawed, maimed, fought, lied to and spit on personal relationships to get MY championship in the company I wanted my first championship in. I was told to nearly end a woman's career for it and I did. See you make a lot of assumptions about me where the things I think and say about you? They are actually facts. I know intelligence isn’t your strongest suit but what is "Face it, your days as the Trans Atlantic Champion are number"?
~Her head moves forward with her right brow raised.~
Veronica: Did you mean numbered? If that is what you meant then no, they aren't. But your days are. It's a shame because you showed potential, but then you opened your mouth, hit 'repeat all', and became the most basic dicksmack I have ever seen and my dad is Matthew Knox. So while I am on the upper card and you are jerking the curtain, which is a shame for Bob Grenier considering he's a legend around these parts, just remember that’s where you’ll stay and belong until you grow up.
~She raises her full in place of a shrug before she lets out a sigh of annoyance.~
Veronica: You found your way out of facing me because honestly there is no way they are going to give a punk like you a shot at any title unless you earn it and everyone that has had the displeasure of hearing you speak knows you won't and you can’t because your ceiling has already been reached. You had a hard time putting away ZEUS for fucks sake. Remember: I am better than in the ring every day of the week. I was about to go and be 7-0 but you don't have a vagina tough enough to face that kind of skill that is so very much greater than yours. Go on social media, go "ship" with the women dumb enough to fall for your shit, go pretend you actually matter and coast yourself through another company and stop wasting all of our damn time. I know that’s why you never shut up on social media and expect people to care enough about you to answer right away. Well, this little monologue I have put forth? It is the very last thing I am ever going to say because quite frankly, you are the very example of why even twenty years later that abortion should still be a viable option.
~Veronica extends the middle finger of her left hand, holding it so the camera catches her spinning her right index finger around it in circles.~
Veronica: Sit and twirl, Cross. Win, lose or draw… this is the last time I will ever acknowledge you.
~Vee doesn’t even bother to sneer the family traditional sneer as she waits to hear what Marcus Welsh has decided. We return to the OCW Studio~
Cheasy M: Yep, tensions were at a FEVER pitch. So, what did our great GM Marcus Welsh decide? Let’s cut to the footage!
Smith: Hullo fans.
Hood: Hullo?
Smith: Sorry, frog in my throat.
Hood: The fuck are you doing swallowing frogs?
Smith: It’s a...ya know, nevermind. HELLO OCW fans!
Hood: Fuckin finally.
Smith: No comment.
Hood: You literally JUST commented.
Smith: Hood!
Hood: What?
Smith: Look, over there...it’s Alice!
~Hood rushes in that direction with a barbed wire bat~
Smith: Thank goodness. Now maybe we can advance the plot a bit. Anyway, we’re back and I’m told OCW GM Marcus Welsh is about to make a huge announcement!
~We wait~
Smith: Any moment.
~We continue to wait~
Smith: Yep. ANY moment.
~Hood returns, smiling. His bat is covered in blood. Smith’s eyes bulge~
Hood: Can’t believe you sold her out like that but, thanks anyway.
Smith: That wasn’t her, Hood. I was simply trying to distract you.
~Both men stare at one another before turning to the camera. Hood tosses the bat over his shoulder to rid himself of the evidence (as though all of this isn’t on TV). We hear someone in the crowd yell out “OH GAWD MY GIRLFRIEND IS DEAD!” Hood coughs. Smith nervously shuffles papers~
Smith: So, um, yea, Marcus...where you at, sir?
~Finally, the OCWTron flickers on and the giant face of our GM is shown~
Marcus Welsh: Hello OCW.
Fans: HELLO GREAT AND POWERFUL WELSH.
~Welsh nods, approving of this greeting~
Marcus Welsh: As you’re all aware, OCW TransAtlantic Champion Veronica Strader and newcomer Gideon Cross have been at each other’s throats recently.
Fans: NOT LITERALLY
Marcus Welsh: Yes, not literally. If they were at each other’s literal throats then we’d have some real issues to deal with...like that maybe dead woman in the crowd. Knife Man, get on that. But, yea, you’ve all seen the back and forth. And, as far as I can tell, Strader has offered to put her TransAtlantic Title on the line against Gideon Cross...an opportunity Gideon Cross has accepted. So...are we going to get a title match?
~The fans lean forward with anticipation~
Marcus Welsh: Let’s get our answer. Gideon Cross...come on out!
~Welsh watches from the OCWTron as Gideon Cross emerges from the back. The fans boo him heavily. He stops...he smiles...he nods. He relishes in the hate. He makes his way down the ramp motioning around his waist that gold will be there soon. He reaches the ring and hustles up the steps, entering through the ropes~
Smith: And there he is, Gideon Cross.
Hood: Kid’s a star, Smith. IMO they should just give him the TransAtlantic Title. Anything else would be insulting.
Smith: GIVE him the title? Are you forgetting Veronica Strader is the champion?
Hood: Placeholder, Smith. She’s holding that title and keeping it warm so a REAL star like Gideon can give it some prestige.
Smith: I cannot overstate how much I disagree with that asinine statement.
Marcus Welsh: Alright...thanks for coming out here, Gideon. Got that star presence, as always. Okay and now...let’s hear it for OCW’s TransAtlantic Champion...Veronica Strader!!!
~HUGE pop from the fans as Veronica steps out from behind the curtain with the TA title around her belt. Like Gideon, she makes her way down the ramp without any entrance music. She slides in under the bottom rope and pops to her feet. Scruff is in the ring, separating the two competitors from coming close to one another. Cross smirks, shaking his head...he finds Veronica and the ovation she’s receiving to be more than a little ridiculous~
Marcus Welsh: Terrific. I appreciate you both for agreeing to come down here. Now, I know that there’s a verbal agreement between the two of you for a TransAtlantic Championship match. I get that. And I’d love nothing more than to sanction that match...RIGHT NOW.
~HUGE ovation. Veronica is ready. Gideon nods, he’s ready~
Marcus Welsh: BUT
~some boos~
Marcus Welsh: How would that be fair to Dylan Thomas? How would that be fair to Erin Gordon or The Lost Stranger? These individuals are fighting for an opportunity at that belt...and to just jump them like that...it would not be fair. And, if there’s one thing we are at OCW...it’s fair.
~Some serious side eye going on between Hood and Smith. They have seen PLENTY of upstarts leapfrog the entire roster in the past~
Marcus Welsh: However, I do recognize that there’s some major tension...major HEAT between the two of you. Heat that needs to be resolved before you guys rip each other to shreds before Access Denied gets here. So, with that in mind...I’m going to lean on an old, tried and true method from my days growing up.
Smith: Hmm, going to get a life lesson from Welsh here?
Hood: I’m sure it will solve all their problems. He is a genius among geniuses.
~Strader looks toward Welsh. Cross keeps his focus on Strader and her TA Title~
Marcus Welsh: I’m going to team the two of you up right here, right now in the hopes that you two can find some common ground and squash your issues...for the time being!
~Pop from the crowd! This IS interesting. Strader doesn’t seem to like this idea. Cross REALLY doesn’t like it. He looks at Welsh like ‘what the hell? I don’t want to team with this trash bitch.’ Strader, sensing his disdain, steps forward, trying to get after him...but Scruff blocks her off. Cross heads for her...Scruff is now holding him back...this is a very, very bad precursor for what’s to come~
Marcus Welsh: You two! You will work together! If you don’t, you will be punished.
~They pause. Punishment? What could that mean~
Smith: We’re so close to Access Denied...these two competitors with huge matches on the line. I doubt either one would want to jeopardize their standing at this time.
Hood: Strader could get stripped of her title. Cross...man, he could get tossed out of the promotion entirely. I wouldn’t want to face whatever punishment he throws their way if they don’t cooperate.
Smith: Welsh has shown he’s willing to purge an entire roster, if they don’t listen. That’s got to be in the back of their minds.
Marcus Welsh: Work together or face the consequences of your inability to listen. You got it?
~Cross scoffs, but doesn’t argue. Strader rolls her eyes. Scruff finally deems is safe enough to step away~
Marcus Welsh: You two don’t have to become best buds...but I’ll be damned if I’m gonna sit back and watch you two tear each other apart with two weeks to go until Access Denied. Now...let’s bring out your opponents.
~’Respect the Wind’ hits and the Storm Chasers appear from behind the curtain!! Vortex extends his arms and spins down the ramp as Debris follows, dumping trash on his way to the ring. The duo reach the ring and enter as Vortex continues to spin while Debris continues to drop trash~
Marcus Welsh: Alright! Strader! Cross! Work together. Let’s go!
~Vortex and Debris stop. Their music ends. They look at Welsh like ‘hey, what about us?’ Welsh ignores them. Scruff forces Debris onto the apron. We hear the bell sounds. Vortex remains in the ring. Scruff walks around kicking all the trash out of the ring. Strader is about to approach Vortex when Cross cuts her off and heads to the center of the ring. She’s pissed. She removes her title and holds it in position to smash Cross in the head~
Marcus Welsh: VEE!
~She lowers her attack and backs off, taking the apron. Welsh nods~
Marcus Welsh: Okay. Good deal. Now, ring the bell!