Wednesday, June 2nd, 2021
Taped from the OCW Studio
Episode #3
~More Youtube ads. Remember the good ole days when Youtube had NO ads? Yea, me too. Then SOME had ads. Then most had ads, but only one. Now? Now EVERY FUCKING VIDEO HAS LIKE TWO ADS. It’s awful. But what’s a fellow to do, watch Dailymotion? Yea, right. Anyway, the ads come to an end thanks to this abbreviated deviation of agitation. That badass Piledriver logo brings a bright, yellow glow into your dark, quiet room. You feel alive. Your blood is racing. OCW is back. Life is good~
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Cheasy M: We’ve got a loaded show for you guys tonight. News. Notes. A match FROM THE VAULT. Updated Rankings. Segments. And a special, in depth interview with Jack Puffer.
~Cheasy looks over his shoulder at the image~
Cheasy M: Good looking guy, that Jack Puffer. I mean, he’s no Cheasy M. But I’m sure he does a-okay with the ladies. Speaking of ladies, what is with day time television, huh? These soap operas. They aren’t operas. And I never see them using soap. So, like, what’s the deal?
~Oh boy. That one was bad. Cheasy looks pretty proud of it, though~
Cheasy M: Good times, right? Speaking of good times...OCW is rolling head first into Quarantined. We’re picking up speed with each passing day. Last week we heard from all eight competitors. I don’t know about you guys but I was extremely impressed with what went down. One competitor, in particular, caught my eye…
Cheasy M: The largest man in the field. I didn’t know much about him until last week and, well, from what I heard, he’s got more than enough motivation to win this thing.
Cheasy M: Brim has been spending time with Duce’s brother, Byson Kaliban. Duce was buried alive in GCWA several months back and hasn’t been seen since. Brim is looking for revenge. It seems his primary target is Peter Vaughn. But, before we get too deep into his words from last week...let’s look back on the past. And, while we may not have any footage of Brim...we have plenty of Duce Jones. So, let’s hit the vault! That’s right...let’s relive that epic moment in North Korea when Duce Jones, teaming with his father, Krayzie faced Lilith and Sarah Twilight and The Dravers for the OCW Tag Titles.
OCW Tag Team Championship
No Holds Barred Tag Team Elimination
R.O.S.E. © (4-0) vs. The Dravers Boys (5-2) vs. Duce Jones & Krayzie (0-0)
~It’s a lovely day in Pyongyang! The citizens in attendance stand in very tight, very uniformed rows. They all face toward the ring which sets in the middle of a big, empty street/walkway. On the other side set a bunch of North Korean leaders including Kim Jung-Un…next to KJU (as he will be referred to moving forward for finger related reasons) is MARCUS WELSH. Welsh appears very proud over what sets in front of him. A giant flat screen hangs high above the leaders, it faces the citizens. Suddenly, an image displaying the tag team title match shows. The citizens clap in unison, loud and polite. Belvedere clears his throat. His back faces the citizens while he looks at the leaders. This creates an interesting visual for the citizens~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is a triple threat, no holds barred, tag team elimination match and it is for the OCW Tag Team Championships!!! IntroDUCEing first…
~"I'm Wit Whateva'" by Biggie Smalls hits!! The crowd seems confused by the choice in music. KJU’s face appears displeased. Welsh moves to relax the slightly unpredictable man. In the distance, emerging from a giant building stationed perpendicular to the road which leads to the ring are Duce Jones and Krayzie!! The father son duo hustle down the stone steps, reaching the street. They take an immediate right, marching past the citizens who remain in their practiced posture. Both father and son look around like ‘this shit is kinda weird’. They maintain their march, understanding great penalty could come at any sort of overt act of rebellion. They take a sharp left, marching down the wide walkway leading toward the ring. North Korean media hurry around them, taking photos. Krayzie locks eyes with that ring…a focus consumes him. The man is returning to his roots…he’s showing the focus and determination that builds an OCW champion. Duce, meanwhile, continues to look around at the venue. They reach the ring…Belvedere motions with his head for both men to walk around the ring and face the leaders. Duce seems confused, but Krayzie talks some sense into his boy. They stand in front of KJU and bow. KJU nods. Both men turn and slide into the ring. Duce is seen uttering a litany of curse words under his breath. Krayzie, meanwhile, returns to his laser like focus as they pose for the fans, who clap~
Belvedere: At a total combined weight of 460lbs…Duce Jones and Krayzie!!!
Smith: Nothing against the venue but I almost wish Krayzie had made his return to the ring somewhere else.
Hood: I get ya.
Smith: Regardless, he’s back where he once stood…inside an OCW ring with a shot at the Tag Titles. This time, however, he’s with the best partner he could have asked for – his son.
Hood: Oh quit with the drama you fucking titty baby.
Belvedere: Introducing next…
~'The Boys are Back' - The Dropkick Murphys hits!! The citizens in attendance clap like before. The pink and red heads belonging to Nathan and Jonathan come hopping out of the same building. They bounce down the steps full of energy. And no, it’s not just their heads…they brought the rest of their bodies to North Korea you literal bastards. Their feet hit the pavement…they look around at the crowd. Nathan throws his hands in the air, trying to get them to cheer. Jonathan does the same. The citizens look around, confused. This creates confused with the Dravers. North Korean security approaches from behind…Jonathan, the more aware of the two, slaps Nathan on the back to get him moving. The brothers bounce around, heading toward the second turn. They take the turn (left) and spot the ring. They sprint down, showing all the energy we’ve come to expect out of the brothers Dravers. Before sliding into the ring, they spot Scruff, who is blocking the entrance. They pull up, abruptly. Scruff, like Belvedere earlier, motions for them to greet the leaders. Nathan is confused, but Jonathan shoves him along. They face KJU and his crew…and, they bow. KJU nods. The brothers turn and slide into the ring. They pass by Duce and Krayzie before ascending buckles of their own, proudly showing off~
Belvedere: At a total combined weight of 400lbs…they are two time OCW Tag Team Champions…they are Nathan and Jonathan…they are The Dravers Boys!!!
Smith: So great to see Nathan and Jonathan back in action! This time with a FAIR fight against the champions.
Hood: Am I stupid or did I read that their family flew in for this…
Smith: They are in attendance, yes.
~We cut to a shot of the Dravers family, including little Alex. They are surrounded by North Korean security, somewhere in the sea of citizens. They look – uncomfortable. Mrs. Dravers tosses an angry gaze Mr. Dravers way~
Belvedere: And, their opponents….
~"Evil In Me" - Thomas Edwards hits! The fans clap, just like they did for the Dravers and Duce/Krayzie. The tag team champions emerge from the same location. Twilight descends, proudly. Her OCW Tag Title secured tightly around her waist. Lilith sort of skips down the steps, holding her title…the back end of it dragging down the steps. OCW’s most hated couple hit the pavement and make their way toward the second turn. Twilight ignores her surroundings, showing that veteran focus. Lilith looks at the citizens and, perhaps, wonders why they aren’t eating any cookies. They take a sharp left. North Korean media is all around them. Lilith poses a few times, showing her signature lack of focus. They reach the ring…there’s no need for direction. Twilight grabs Lilith by the arm and takes her in front of the leaders. They do a very exaggerated, very ass-kissing bow. KJU nods, TWICE. He smiles and leans in to Welsh. Welsh nods and says, “Yes, they are special.” Twilight and Lilith turn and enter into the ring. They glare at Duce and Krayzie…then at the Dravers before hoisting their belts high in the air for all the citizens to see~
Belvedere: At a total combined weight of 300lbs…they are the OCW Tag Team Champions…Lilith and Sarah Twilight…R.O.S.E.!!!!!
Smith: The champions are here! This is probably their toughest test since winning the tag titles.
Hood: I don’t know, Smith. I think Lilith test Twilight’s patience on a daily basis.
Smith: It might be a strange dynamic, but it works for them.
Hood: Let’s hope they never go on wife swap. The poor prick stuck with Lilith would probably commit the first on-air reality tv suicide.
~Scruff collects the belts. Lilith plays with his beard. Scruff has a look on his face that says “I wish I could shiv this bitch” but he’s a pro. He holds the belts up and hands them over to Belvedere, who quickly exits. The bell rings! The citizens clap. The Dravers go right after Sarah Twilight. Duce looks at Krayzie…Krayzie takes in a deep breath and, like a swimmer contemplating testing the water, he decides to dive in head first, charging at Lilith. Duce follows his father. The two challenging teams are double teaming each member of R.O.S.E.~
Smith: This could be a short night for ROSE, Hood. They are ubiquitously hated.
Hood: Are you saying their hate is omnipotent?
Smith: One might even call it preeminent.
Hood: Ah, so it’s downright transcendent.
~Twilight is being battered by forearms. She doubles over, giving them her back….she stumbles into the ropes and bails to safety. Nathan and Jonathan glare at her, over the top rope. Lilith tries fighting Duce and Krayzie. She SCREAMS and throws her hands at them, claws ready. Duce dodges one. Lilith loses her balance…Krayzie smacks her in the face with a kick. She spins around and nearly topples over the top rope due to the impact. Duce helps her out, grabbing Lilith’s legs and throwing her to the floor. She hits, hard. Twilight rushes over to check on her wife. Duce and Krayzie are fired up. They turn around and bump into the Dravers. Both teams have a staredown…Jonathan to Krayzie and Nathan to Duce. They nod and extend their hands…a friendly, competitive shake takes place~
Smith: Mutual respect being shown.
Hood: You put ROSE in the Middle East and that might solve all their problems.
Smith: Perhaps.
~With the pleasantries out of the way, the two teams turn toward their common enemy. Twilight is helping Lilith to her feet. Nathan takes off…he hits the ropes, bounces off and leaps over the top rope with a senton!!! He lands on ROSE, taking both members down!!! He pops to his feet and yells ‘JONATHAN!’ Jonathan shrugs and takes off. Nathan pulls Twilight and Lilith up…Jonathan charges forward and he dives through the ropes with a suicide dive!! His torpedo like flight takes both women down just after Nathan moves! Jonathan and Nathan quickly pulls Twilight and Lilith back up…they motion toward Duce and Krayzie. Duce, not one to sit back, takes off…he hits the ropes and he leaps over the top rope with a fosbury flop!!! He, too, takes both women down!! Duce pops back to his feet and he looks at Nathan and Jonathan. They all nod and pull the tag champs back up. Duce yells “C’MON, POPS!” Krayzie shakes his head and sighs as if to say “I’m getting too old for this shit.” He takes off, hitting the ropes, he bounces off and leaps over the top rope with a suicide dive of his own, taking both women down!!! The four of them pop back to their feet, fired up!! They all high five. The citizens clap…which kinda blows because a normal crowd would be losing their shit right now. Regardless…ROSE is down~
Smith: What great athleticism! How about Krayzie taking to the air!
Hood: He didn’t get as much air as the other three but he got enough.
Smith: Indeed!
Hood: And that was great and all but…now what? Are they going to cut those titles in half because, if so, that’d be pretty fucking gay.
~The four members are smiling, some might even describe their behavior as ‘laughing’, ‘chuckling’ even. The laughs and chuckles start to die out. The realization of the situation begins to become real. The chuckling almost comes to an end…finally, it does. They stand around, somewhat awkwardly for a moment…until Duce strikes Jonathan…or was it Nathan striking Krayzie? Who struck first? We’ll probably never know. Regardless, a brawl has broken out between the two teams!!! Krayzie and Nathan going at it while Jonathan and Duce go at it!!! Krayzie, a wise man, manages to deliver a thrust shot to Nathan’s throat…he tosses the pink haired Draver into the ring, sliding in behind. Duce and Jonathan trade punch after punch, neither man gaining a clear advantage~
Smith: Krayzie is the true ring general out there. He knows nothing good can come from fighting outside the ring.
Hood: What are you talking about? A lot of good can come from fighting out there…broken skulls, snapped legs, shattered dreams…good shit, man.
Smith: Perhaps that’s a younger man’s game, Hood. But Krayzie desires to keep his portion of the action in the ring where the damage is capped.
~Duce blocks a right hand from Jonathan and leans forward with a headbutt!!! Jonathan staggers back. Duce throws a bicycle kick…but Jonathan dodges the kick. Duce staggers forward and turns around. Jonathan throws a superkick!!! But Duce catches the leg…he tosses it to the side…Jonathan uses the momentum to crack Duce across the head with an enziguri!!! Duce stumbles to the side, falling to one knee. Inside the ring, Krayzie has Nathan backed into a corner…he’s administering some serious knife edged chops. He whips Nathan across the ring…Nathan sprints…he ducks and hits the corner flipping over, winding up on the top buckle, seated on his ass…he quickly flips back down to the ring, landing on his feet…Krayzie charges in and hits a HUGE splash on Nathan, slamming the pink haired Dravers front first into the corner. Krayzie follows that up by hooking Nathan around the waist and tossing him toward the center of the ring with a Release German!!! Nathan hits hard and slowly rolls out of the ring. Krayzie tries to stop him, but can’t. Krayzie, about to go after him, pauses…he turns and sees Jonathan in the ring. He nods…Jonathan nods…the last two men standing begin to circle one another~
Smith: It’s down to Krayzie and Jonathan…for the moment.
Hood: Stop trying to bury ROSE just because they’re too thorny for your delicate skin.
Smith: How are they doing, by the way?
Hood: Resting, comfortably…they shall awaken at some point.
~The two men lock up! Krayzie snares a side headlock! Jonathan slaps Krayzie in the ribs before shooting him off, into the ropes. Krayzie bounces off…Jonathan leapfrogs. Krayzie hits the ropes again…Jonathan drops to the mat. Krayzie stops and drops and elbow into Jonathan’s back!! He promptly locks in a second headlock, smiling into the camera. Jonathan fights to his feet…he shoots Krayzie off a second time. This time Jonathan stands his ground…Krayzie knocks him to the mat with a shoulder tackle. Jonathan kips up…but Krayzie is waiting, he catches Jonathan as he reaches his feet and throws him overhead with a Belly to Belly!!! Jonathan hits hard. Krayzie turns to go after him…but, from behind, we spot the pink hair of Nathan!! He’s on the apron. He jumps onto the top rope…Krayzie’s instincts kick in. He turns around but, it’s too late, he eats a springboard, flying forearm from Nathan!!! Krayzie rolls out of the ring. Nathan checks on Jonathan~
Smith: Nathan flying back into the picture to finally slow Krayzie down.
Hood: He should have let Krayzie keep going.
Smith: Why?
Hood: Because that old man was bound to run out of gas soon.
~Duce slides into the ring, perhaps seeing or feeling what happened to his pops. Jonathan points at Duce. Nathan pops up. He goes after Duce. Duce throws a clothesline…Nathan ducks and leaps onto the second buckle of a nearby corner. He leaps off, spinning around with a double axe handle. Duce reaches up, blocking Nathan’s hands! Nathan lands on his feet with Duce holding his arms. Nathan boots Duce in the gut. He takes off, hitting the ropes…he rushes forward looking for a swinging neck breaker. But Duce stands upright. Nathan hits the mat without Duce. He kips back up, again. Duce throws a D-Trigga. Nathan sidesteps it and, with Duce passing by, he grabs Duce by the head, securing his neck breaker!!! Duce hits hard, holding his neck in pain~
Smith: This is some fast paced action!! These men are super athletic!
Hood: Man if I were the champs I’d just fuckin chill outside. This match is a marathon, let these morons sprint.
Smith: If they are resting, it’s not by choice. Perhaps you’ll recall they were destroyed seconds after the bell.
Hood: Due to some WEAK ASS BOOKING
~Nathan helps Jonathan up. We cut to the Dravers family. They are smiling and clapping. Alex is thrilled…or as thrilled as one can be in North Korea. They suddenly recoil in horror. Alex shrieks. We cut back to the ring to fine Twilight and Lilith standing over Nathan and Jonathan with steel chairs in their hands. The Brothers are down! Lilith begins to beat Nathan repeatedly, screaming at the top of her lungs. Twilight calms her. She points toward Jonathan. The couple pull Jonathan to his feet…he’s wobbly. They tap their chairs against the mat 1, 2, and three…they CRUSH Jonathan’s head with a CONCHAIRTO shot!!! Jonathan collapses face first onto the mat. Nathan looks up, his face riddled with pain. He sees what they did to his brother…he’s overcome with anger. The anger helps him fight through the pain, reaching his feet~
Smith: And the tag champs are back in it!
Hood: They brought some artillery.
Smith: It’s all legal in this one.
Hood: Nathan’s pissed…his face is redder than his dead brother’s hair.
Smith: Jonathan isn’t dead!
~Nathan yells at the top of his lungs…a warrior’s yell!! He charges at Lilith and Twilight. The tag champs are stunned he’s already on his feet. He takes them down with a clothesline. He knows they won’t be down long…so he grabs his brother and drags him toward the side of the ring, kicking him out. Jonathan is on the apron…Nathan uses his feet to kick Jonathan off the apron, to the ground~
Smith: Nathan protecting his brother.
Hood: That’s blood.
Smith: Yep…trying to get his incapacitated brother as far away from these devilish women as possible.
~Nathan pops back to his feet only to get BLASTED in the face from a chair shot via Twilight. Lilith pounces on him. She claws at his face. He does his best to cover up. Lilith bites at him. A nail gashes his cheek. Twilight looks on, refusing to stop the onslaught. Lilith is straight mauling Nathan. We spot Duce hopping on the apron. Twilight runs after him, slinging the chair. He hops off the apron. Krayzie slides in. He kicks Lilith in the head, getting her off Nathan. Twilight runs at him with a chair. She swings it…Krayzie ducks…Lilith grabs her chair and jams it into Krayzie’s gut. Twilight smacks her chair into Krayzie’s back. Nathan sits up, his face is scratched and bleeding. He looks up at the girls…his face crimsoned with blood and anger~
Smith: Lilith is one dangerous individual.
Hood: No shit…please don’t ever let me be in a room alone with that woman.
Smith: I can’t make any promises, Hood.
Hood: And after all these years…I thought I knew you.
~Krayzie raises up…the girls look for another CONCHAIRTO. Nathan runs in, he goes after Lilith, pummeling her. Lilith drops her chair. She stumbles into a corner. Twilight grabs Krayzie and tosses him out of the ring. She takes her chair, going after Nathan in an effort to protect her wife. She cracks Nathan in the back with the chair. Lilith takes her nails and rips at Nathan’s eyes. Nathan turns around…Twilight THROWS her chair in his face…it’s a direct hit!!! He spins around, almost dropping. Lilith takes the chair, jumps up and drops Nathan with a codebreaker…chair to the face!!! Nathan is down. Lilith covers him while Twilight places both her feet on his shoulders. Scruff slides in~
1!
2!
3!!!
~The bell rings. The Dravers family is shown looking very upset. They are probably wondering why they flew all the way out to North Korea~
Belvedere: Nathan Dravers has been eliminated!
Smith: Man!
Hood: One Dravers down.
Smith: But they aren’t out, Hood.
Hood: Might as well be. Jonathan’s in a fucking coma on the outside.
~Nathan is helped out of the ring. ROSE is proud of their work. Krayzie slides in behind them. They sense the presence of another. They turn around. Krayzie rushes them and clotheslines both women over the top rope!!! Lilith tumbles to the outside, painfully. Twilight remains on the apron, holding onto the top rope. Krayzie reaches over, grabbing Twilight by her red hair. He yanks her over the top rope, viciously. She flips over, landing on her ass. Krayzie retains control of her hair. He kicks a chair into place. He yanks Twilight to her feet. He positions her for a facebuster onto the chair. A loud SCREAM is heard. Krayzie is distracted. Lilith slides into the ring. She pops to her feet and pulls out a can of – something. She sprays it in Krayzie’s eyes!!! The OCW vet yells out, releasing Twilight, who stands up and leans into the ropes. Lilith checks on her wife. Krayzie stomps around the ring, blind. Lilith takes the can and runs at Krayzie, smashing it into his head!!! Krayzie drops to one knee. Lilith looks at the can, it’s leaking. She throws it out of the ring and takes whatever leakage that remains on her hand in his face. Krayzie coughs and spits. He leans over, on his knees, blind and in pain. Lilith marches over, grabbing a chair…she stands over Krayzie, holding the chair high~
Smith: What was in that can!
Hood: Pesticide of some kind? That’s what it looked like to me.
Smith: These women are unreal.
Hood: Psychos to the MAX
~’FUCKIN BITCH!’ is heard…Duce comes flying into view with D-TRIGGA right into Lilith’s face!!! She goes flying backwards, into the ropes! Her body dumps over the second rope, onto the apron. Duce checks on his pops. Krayzie motions that he can’t see. Duce stands up, he’s seething. He sees Twilight…he runs forward and lunges at her without any control or plan. His body slams into hers…they flip over the top rope, landing roughly on the outside. Duce drills her in the head with right hands over and over and over. Krayzie yells out for Duce. Duce can’t hear. Krayzie calls out again. Duce finally relents…he reaches under the ring and finds some water. He slides in, handing the bottle to Krayzie who removes the cap and douses his eyes, flushing them out. He looks up at Duce…there’s a maniacal look in his son’s eyes. Krayzie tries to calm him down…but Duce is having trouble listening~
Smith: Duce is cracking.
Hood: I’m telling ya…that’s where ROSE beats ya. They get in your head, claw around, freak you out and then you wind up making dumbass mistakes.
Smith: Duce does suffer from D.I.D….he can be pushed over a psychological edge.
Hood: Fuckin guy going to hold on and help his dad or is he going to lose his shit?
Smith: I’m not sure…but I think all the talk from ROSE combined with watching his dad get hurt has been a bit much for Duce.
~Krayzie can finally see! He gets to his feet and tries to get his sons attention. He finally spins Duce around and slaps him in the face. This FINALLY wakes Duce up. Krayzie grabs his son by the face and barks some very clear orders. Duce nods. Krayzie rubs the top of Duce’s head and sends his son along the way. Krayzie turns, seeing Twilight climbing back onto the apron. He grabs a steel chair and walks over, jamming it into Twilight’s gut. He lifts a knee into her face. Twilight is reeling, holding onto the top rope with one hand. Krayzie decides to give Sarah a taste of her own medicine. He throws the chair right in her face!! It hits!! Twilight flies off the apron…she hits hard. Krayzie spits out of the ring in her direction – he’s got no love for the girls, either. Duce throws Lilith back into the ring. She crawls toward the center where the second chair resides. She grabs it only for Krayzie’s boot to stomp on the seat, preventing Lilith from securing it~
Smith: Twilight is down! They’ve got Lilith isolated!
Hood: Man if they eliminate Lilith they’re probably going to win this.
Smith: Yep, Krayzie just has to keep Duce straight.
Hood: If anybody can do it, it’s his father.
~Duce grabs Lilith by the hair. Her eyes widen. She reaches out…not for help like most, she’s apparently trying to claw at Krayzie. Duce leans in with a headbutt, temporarily paralying Lilith. Duce spins her around and shoves her at Krayzie…he locks her waist. Duce charges in with a jumping bicycle knee strike!!! Krayzie takes Lilith over upon impact with a German Suplex!! He bridges into a pin! Scruff slides in~
2!
KICK OUT!
Smith: Lilith kicked out!
Hood: Yea, but she’s on borrowed time.
~Duce yanks Lilith back to her feet. He tosses her into the center of the ring…her legs give out…she drops to her knees. Krayzie and Duce surround her. They look at one another and charge forward…Duce hits a D-Trigga while Krayzie hits a punt kick!!! Lilith falls forward, convulsing on the mat~
Smith: CBD!! Lilith might be out!
Hood: Or have brain…err, MORE brain damage.
Smith: What a vicious maneuver…they are moments away from finishing the most vicious half of ROSE!
~Krayzie jerks Lilith to her feet. He lifts her up for a flapjack. He falls backward…as he does, Duce leaps up and connects with a CODEBREAKER!!! Lilith’s body flails backwards…the force of the move sends her through the ropes, to the outside. Duce and Krayzie pop to their feet~
Smith: THC!
Hood: They THC’d that bitch right out of the ring!
Smith: They need to get her back in the ring for the pin!
~Every fan NOT IN NOTRH KOREA is pleading with Duce and Krayzie to get her in the ring and finisher her. Duce dives through the ropes. Krayzie remains in the ring. He leans over, taking in a breath or two, showing that his wind isn’t quite where it needs to be, yet. Duce stands over Lilith…she’s face first on the mat. He kicks her over…his jaw tightens. His fists clinch. He drops to his knees and starts wailing on her. Krayzie looks up. “Where is Duce?” he wonders. He walks over to find Duce taking liberties with an unconscious Lilith~
Smith: Duce has snapped!
Hood: If it were ANYBODY other than Lilith I might call this excessive.
Smith: He’s got to get her in the ring! Krayzie! Talk some sense into your boy!
~Lilith’s nose is busted. Her eyes are looking discolored. Krayzie yells out for Duce to stop. “GET HER IN THE RING, SON!” he yells. Duce can’t hear his dad through the RAGE running through his body. He grabs Lilith by the head and begins to repeatedly slam the back of her skull into the ground. He looks up and sees the unprotected concrete. His eyes fire off. “NO! SON! IN THE FUCKIN RING!” Duce stands and starts to drag Lilith toward the concrete. Krayzie is about to step through the ropes when he’s attacked from behind by Twilight!! She kicks him from behind right in the crotch!!! Krayzie doubles over…Twilight rolls him up from behind!!! Scruff slides in~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Krayzie has been eliminated!
Smith: No!!!
Hood: Fuckin hell! Duce’s insanity cost his fuckin dad!
Smith: Dang it, Duce! DANG IT
Hood: Fuckin Duce let his dad down. Way to go, Duce!
~The bell seems to snap Duce back into reality. He turns around to see what’s taken place. His eyes widen. He lets go of Lilith. Twilight, back on her feet, sees what remains of Lilith. She flies through the ropes, heading toward her wife. The two pass each other like urgent ships in the night. Duce slides in to check on his dad. Krayzie, wincing from the low blow sits up. He looks at his son and shakes his head. Duce’s soul visibly drops. Twilight looks at Lilith…she rubs her wife’s hair and feels around her face. Duce tries explaining what happened…but his dad is too disappointed to listen. He slowly rolls out of the ring and hits the floor. He walks away…Duce watches his father leave, full of disappointment~
Smith: Poor Duce…he didn’t mean it!
Hood: Krayzie is taking that shit hard.
Smith: He wants his son to be better than he was, Hood. Moments like these are a setback…it’s through love that disappointment is created.
Hood: I know this shit is heavy for Duce but he’s about to have a super angry Twilight on his hands.
~Twilight is almost brought to tears at the appearance of her wife. Her sadness starts to morph into rage. Her body heaves with emotion. She turns and sees Duce through her peripheral. Duce is leaning over the top rope, besides himself with guilt and remorse. Twilight gets to her feet. She marches toward the ring and looks underneath…she pulls a bat that says “POOP JONES” on the side. She slides into the ring. She rushes Duce’s way. Duce hears and feels her coming. He turns around…Twilight swings for the fences. Duce reaches out and CATCHES the barrel of the bat! He looks at the engraving and starts to lose his shit again. He rips the bat away. He jams the handle into Twilight’s stomach. She drops to one knee. He cracks the bat over her back!! She flips over, arching her back in pain. Duce drags the barrel of the bat across the mat as he circles Sarah~
Smith: Duce is a very dangerous man right now.
Hood: Will this anger work? Or will it blow up in his face?
Smith: It’s already cost him his father. If I were him I’d try to calm down.
Hood: Might be too late for that…I think he’s about to crack Sarah’s head open.
~Duce reaches back with the bat. There’s no turning back now! The bat is suddenly ripped from his hands! Duce turns around to find Jonathan Dravers!! Blood is leaking from his left ear…but his cognitive faculties appear to be working. Jonathan tosses the bat down and pushes Duce, wondering what he’s doing~
Smith: Jonathan may hate Twilight but at his heart he’s a good man. He’s not going to stand back and watch something like this take place!
Hood: Fuckin Dravers
Smith: What?
Hood: They should get into philanthropy or some shit. They are too nice for this business.
~Duce pushes Jonathan back. His eyes are those of a man who has lost control of the wheel. Jonathan doesn’t really understand the man in front of him…but he’s not about to back down. He shoves Duce back. Duce goes for a D-Trigga!!! Jonathan dodges!! Duce’s knee hits the top buckle!! He turns around and eats a SUPERKICK from Jonathan!!! Duce falls through the ropes onto the apron…he tumbles outside. Jonathan looks down at Duce, shaking his head. He turns back around and CRACK!!!~
Smith: OH MY GOSH!
Hood: Twilight just cracked Jonathan in the head with that bat!
Smith: NO!
Hood: No good deed goes unpunished, Smith.
~Jonathan’s eyes roll in the back of his head. Twilight drops the bat, kicks him in the gut (before he can fall) and drops him with a DDT. She rolls his body over for the pin~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Jonathan Dravers has been eliminated!
Smith: I’m going to be sick.
Hood: Not as sick as Jonathan. His ass took a fuckin beating tonight.
Smith: Those poor Dravers…such good hearts.
Hood: Yep, good hearts and barren waists.
~Jonathan is helped from the ring. Sarah returns to her feet, holding her guts from the bat shot earlier. She sees Duce…she teeters along the edge of hurting him. But, instead, she heads for her wife. She hops through the ropes to check on Lilith. Lilith’s eyes are open…the left one appears nearly swollen shut. Her nose is busted. Her lip might be, as well. She also looks on the woozy side of concussed. Sarah helps her sit up~
Smith: Duce is down. Sarah is checking on her wife.
Hood: I guess ROSE was correct…their bond is stronger than blood.
Smith: Can Lilith continue?
Hood: I’m down with terminating her.
Smith: That’s not what I was asking! It seems Twilight might be willing to send her to the back.
~Indeed, Sarah is asking Lilith if she wants to bow out of the match. Lilith stares, blankly at the ground. It takes a moment…but she begins to almost ‘sober’ up. She looks at her wife. Sarah asks, “You want to head to the back? I can handle this.” Lilith smiles and leans in, planting a bloody, long, disgusting French kiss on her wife’s lips. The North Korean crowd is somewhat concerned by this. KJU glares at Welsh. Welsh blushes and does some explaining. Lilith finally stops sucking face and stands. She brushes herself off…her disfigured face recharged. Twilight is beaming. She gets to her feet…the two women march toward the ring. The stop…Twilight drops to her knees and digs underneath the ring. She finds TWO EXTRA RING BELLS. She slides them into the ring. Lilith and Twilight roll in behind the bells~
Smith: This is bad news for Duce.
Hood: Ring bells are ROSE’s specialty.
~Twilight hops out of the ring and throws Duce back in. Duce is still reeling from Jonathan’s superkick…as well as everything else. He’s on his knees, dazed. Lilith stands with a bell. Twilight stands with a bell…they are on both sides of Duce. Twilight looks toward Lilith…she nods. They bend down and tap the ring once, twice…and a third time. Duce’s eyes suddenly regain focus. They swing with a bell themed CONCHAIRTO…but Duce ducks!!! The bells hit each other, creating a loud RING! Duce tucks and does a handspring!!! His body hits the ropes…it bounces backwards…he lands on his feet and jumps into the air, drilling both women with a double pele kick!!! Duce lands on his knee, like a fuckin superhero!!! The members of Rose turn inside out, hitting the mat hard!!!~
Smith: DUCE!!
Hood: He woke up!
Smith: He looks focused…no longer crazed!
~Twilight is up first. Duce pops to his feet…he charges in and hits a D-Trigga!!! Twilight’s body tumbles to the mat, rolling under the bottom rope, to the outside. Duce turns toward Lilith. She’s trying to sit up. Duce stands over her, offering a hand. Lilith, totally out of it, accepts. Duce pulls her up into a ripcord headbutt!! He grabs her limp, second hand, securing both arms and delivers a vicious knee strike (ripcord style)! A stream of blood flies through the air as Lilith hits the mat, unconscious. Duce covers~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Lilith has been eliminated!!
Smith: And FINALLY…ROSE has taken a hit!
Hood: Welp, we’re down to Duce and Twilight. One is a maniac…and the other is Sarah Twilight. I’m not sure which is worse.
Smith: I think Duce has reset, Hood. He looks completely locked in!
Hood: For now.
~Lilith is helped out of the ring. Duce remains…along with two ring bells. Twilight soon joins him. She’s holding her chin from the D-Trigga. She sizes up the situation and realizes her wife has been eliminated. She throws a cold glare at Duce. Duce snarls, remaining focused…he marches back and forth, ready~
Smith: And it’s come down to this! Duce Jones and Sarah Twilight…the winner will walk out with the OCW Tag Team Titles!
Hood: ROSE said they wanted to make this division great and I think they’ve done just that…what a fucking match!
Smith: Indeed!
~The two ring bells are situated between them. Duce starts to charge forward…but he hesitates. He’s going to keep his cool…he’s not going to let his emotions get the better of him…not now…not when he’s so close to OCW gold. Twilight, meanwhile, waits for him to make a mistake, knowing that’s been his M.O. since joining OCW~
Smith: Can Duce keep his emotions in check? Twilight is a veteran…she’s won titles all over the globe. She knows how to succeed, especially here in OCW.
Hood: He’s going to lose his shit, that’s why he’s named Duce
Smith: Gross, rude, and uncalled for.
Hood: I’m just saying!
~Duce isn’t taking the bait – not yet. So, Twilight ups the game...she steps forward and snares one of the ring bells, keeping watch on Duce. Duce’s muscles tighten…he nearly flinches, seeing a chance to perhaps hit a D-Trigga…but he holds back. The restraint seems to be pissing him off, rubbing against his grain. Twilight stands, holding the ring bell. She half smiles…perhaps thinking Duce is going to break. Duce sees the smile and steps back, leaning into the corner. Twilight stands upright, annoyed by Duce’s move~
Smith: I don’t think Twilight expected Duce to play things so cool.
Hood: One of these mother fuckers is playing chess.
Smith: That very well may be.
~Twilight suddenly THROWS the ring bell at Duce’s head!!! Duce ducks. He charges at Twilight and flies through the air with a D-Trigga!!! Twilight does a matrix evasion into a handspring…she springs forward, back to her feet as Duce stumbles past her. She grabs the second ring bell. Duce turns around. He moves toward Twilight. Twilight turns around…she too close to THROW the bell…so she slings it at Duce’s head. Duce ducks…he hoists her onto his shoulders and drops her with FINAL TIC!!!! Twilight is out!!! The ring bell bounces around the mat…Duce makes the cover!! Scruff slides in~
1!
2!
3!!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here are your winners…AND NEW OCW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS…DUCE JONES & KRAYZIE!!!!!
Smith: Duce did it!! HE DID IT!
Hood: What fucking move was that?
Smith: He used his father’s finishing move…Final TIC! I can’t believe it…he withheld his emotions, kept his composure and was able to avoid Twilight’s trap! Duce has done it!
~Twilight has exited the ring. Belvedere heads toward the ring with the belts. He’s stopped by a hand – a hand that belongs to Krayzie. Krayzie takes the belts and walks up the steps. Duce is on his knees, staring at the mat…he’s breathing heavily, exhausted. Scruff pats him on the back, ready to raise his hand. Duce nods and stands. He turns around and sees his dad, Krayzie. Krayzie extends a title to Duce. Duce takes it and the duo embrace!!!~
Smith: What a moment!! Duce has made his father proud!
Hood: He kept his shit together and gave his dad something he’s wanted for twenty years – OCW Tag Team Gold.
Smith: And to think…this could have potentially been Kitty’s moment.
Hood: Fuck that bitch…this moment is a million times better than that should would have been. I’m no fan of the sappy shit but, fuck it…congrats Duce and Krayzie!
~Krayzie holds his son’s hand high in the air…each man has a belt over their shoulder~
Smith: An all-time great moment! What a way to kick off Redacted!
Hood: Good luck following that!
Smith: Indeed!
~We cut back to the live feed. Cheasy M is shaking his head, wiping imaginary sweat from his brow~
Cheasy M: Whew...that was a close one, folks. But, in the end, Duce Jones and his father, Krayzie were able to defeat R.O.S.E. becoming the first father-son duo to hold gold in OCW. Funny that comes up, actually...considering the Xavier Lux/Scorpion connection heading into Quarantined. And...about that…
~An image of Scorpion appears behind Cheasy M~
Cheasy M: Apparently I misspoke last week when stating Scorpion was deceased. Sometimes wrestlers go away for twenty years and I just assume, you know? Haha. Anyway, Xavier Lux was a little hot about it and I wish we could have had him on tonight’s show but...hey, these spots are hard to come by. Anyway...coming up after this break...Jack Puffer will be in the OCW Studio! We’re going to cut to a quick commercial break and when we come back, OCW’s most lovable loser, Jack Puffer will join us!
~Cheasy laughs at his ‘joke’ before returning to serious mode. We cut back to a shot of several faceless, nameless OCW female security guards standing around something of great interest. WHAT COULD IT BE? Our cameraman (or woman) bravely powers their way through to find the beaten body of Jack Puffer face down on the cold, unforgivable concrete floor. He actually looks worse than his photo on this week’s Piledriver image...a true first. We instantly cut back to Cheasy who appears confused and, for the first time, speechless~
Cheasy M: Uh, I...what…
~A loud bang is heard. The door in the back of the studio is the source of the commotion. Our view cuts 3 times before finding an appropriate view. It feels chaotic. Xavier Lux powers through the door with his stone cold gaze zeroed in on Cheasy. He marches toward the studio setup and desk~
Cheasy M: We...err...uh...commercial.
~We instantly cut away~
Catch Outcast's First Quarantined Promo
"Flying and Falling"
~And we’re back! Cheasy can’t sit still. His seat shifting slightly left and right based upon his body’s inability to remain calm. The camera slowly pans to Cheasy’s right. Xavier Lux is in the guest’s chair. His stare remains intense. It remains on Cheasy~
Xavier Lux: Sorry about your guest there, live TV, it happens... right?
Cheasy M: Um, right...
Xavier Lux: No matter, I’m here, as promised... So I’ll be your guest, you OK with that?
Cheasy M: Well-
Xavier Lux: GREAT.. But why don’t we change the format a bit, do you mind?
Cheasy M: I-
Xavier Lux: FANTASTIC, I’ll ask the questions cool? Tell me, who told you my father was dead? Where did you hear that? When? I want all the details...
Cheasy M: ...
Xavier Lux: Relax Cheasy, you can speak now, go on.
Cheasy M: You see Xa-
Xavier Lux: Lies!!
~Xavier reaches over to Cheasy M, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and slamming him on the desk. Xavier gets face to mustache with Cheasy and speaks and in a soft but dark tone.~
Xavier Lux: all lies you see... He is not dead, there is nothing I wish more than for him to be dead but sadly he is not and you want to know why? Hmm? HMM? Well I’ll tell you mustache mountain... Because he is still out there, plotting his next attempt, trying to kill me to fulfill the contract that will set him free. Well what he doesn’t know is that I am trying to do just the same to your precious Scorpion. So he better hope that he finds me, before I do... Understand?
~Xavier waits for Cheasy to respond and he slighlty nods up and down..~
Xavier Lux: Awesome, glad we’re on the same page.
~Xavier brings him back up and sits him back on his chair. He then sits himself and just stares at Cheasy M.~
Cheasy M: Um, do you have any more questions for me?
Xavier Lux: Why?!
~Xavier jumps to his feet and Cheasy M leans back on his chair nervously, sending papers all over the place. ~
Xavier Lux: DO YOU HAVE MORE ANSWERS FOR ME?!
Cheasy M: No! NO! I told you, was all a misunderstanding!
~Xavier sits back down~
Xavier Lux: Alright then, carry on...
~Cheasy swallows hard and looks down at his papers. He looks over at Who'Re, standing by the side door...her VIP entrance, we assume. She gives him a stern 'do your job' glare. He looks back down at his papers, reading directly off of them~
Cheasy M: Uhh, so, uh Jack, when did you decide you wanted to be a detect...
~Cheasy curses under his breath, realizing he rattled off a pre-written question for his scheduled guest, Jack Puffer. He crumples up the paper and throws it at Leo the High School Intern~
Cheasy M: Good help is hard to find, right?
~Leo grumbles...hating his life~
Cheasy M: What I meant to say is... Debut match in OCW. Four rings. Each surrounded with steel. 7 other world class competitors? Nervous? Excited? Optimistic? Personally, I like your chances, kid!
Xavier Lux: None of the above and if you call me kid again, I will give a new meaning to your moniker when I leave your face and guts a cheesy mess. I can’t say it is the biggest match of my career because I have fought and won world titles before. But I am looking forward to seeing just how much damage and hurt I can inflict six other men and a janitor inside an unforgiven structure.
Cheasy M: Would Xavier Lux, that's you, for those watching at home, haha. Would he be happy with any of the four titles or is it OCW Title or bust?
Xavier Lux: Well I must admit that having 4 titles for 8 wrestlers is a bit much, causing each title to lose a little prestige the lower you go. So yeah, World title is the ultimate goal because that means you are THE elite of the elite 8. Having any of the other 3 titles would just be a reminder that I wasn’t good enough to win the big one… Having said that, the feeling of being in the bottom four would be even worse than having a consolation title, so if somehow I can’t bring the big one home, then the Savage would be a nice consolation prize at some point, as I love to get hardcore in the wrestling ring, and out of it as you have clearly seen.
Cheasy M: Um, yes. Which reminds me, any updates on Jack Puffer? Last thing we want is to get is sued, so let’s make sure he’s alright yes?
Xavier Lux: You need to take better care of your guest cheese puff.
Cheasy M: Right, anyway, one of your opponents, Outcast had some...well, not so nice things to say about you last week. Personally, I think anybody who's slinging fries, taking orders from some fast food manager isn't worth the time of day but...what's your opinion on the old man? Seems like he's gunning for ya at Quarantined.
Xavier Lux: What did he have to say? You know what, I don’t care. I already addressed Mr. 4th place in my first promo for this match, but for the benefit of your 10 viewers, I will recap: my last match was in a fatal 4 way in which he was involved. I won that match, not only did I win the match, he wasn’t even close to winning it. He was the 4th best wrestler that night, and if you ask me, he will be the 8th best wrestler in this match. The ‘old man’ as you so plainly put it, needs to stop hanging on to who he was and realize that it is time to move on. If I didn’t put him out of his misery at our last match, if given the chance, I will make sure I do not fail this time.
Cheasy M: Will be doing all of us a favor honestly. Last one, joining OCW, the fed that displays your father's image, name, and accolades in its Hall of Fame...does that give you more pressure to succeed?
Xavier Lux: You just had to bring him up again didn’t you? We were doing so well.
~Xavier kicks Cheasy’s chair causing him to topple over. He quickly gets up, saying he’s fine but then he’s not as Xavier grabs him by his vest and pulls him in face to mustache again.~
Xavier Lux: Where is the OCW hall of fame Cheasy?
Cheasy M: Um, I’m not sure, why?
Xavier Lux: Let’s just say I want to pay my respects.
Cheasy M: I, uh, uh…
Xavier Lux: Useless.
~Xavier shoves him off and then walks off the set, pushing Leo the high school intern out of the way as well. Cheasy’s pale face stares into the camera...it’s clear he experienced what he felt may have been a near death experience. His humor and jovial demeanor are gone. His voice is weak and shaky~
Cheasy M: We’ll be right back.
~Cheasy is caught taking a bump of ‘grandma’s cough syrup’. He wipes his mouth clean and smiles~
Cheasy M: And we’re back! Fans, as you’re all well aware of by now...everything we’re doing is building toward June 20th. Four rings. Four steel cages. Four championships. 8 wrestlers. A match unlike any we’ve seen before. Quarantined will set the bar for what’s to come under the direction of our fearless GM, Who’Re. Let’s take a look at how construction is going inside the OCW Arena…
~The four rings are set up. They appear fresh and new. It seems as though OCW is receiving some funding from...someone...somewhere. Sparks fly around the four rings with several mechanics welding necessary hook-ups for the cages. The cage walls still sit, ominously, against a wall near the back of the arena. Soon, they will go up. We cut back to the OCW Studio~
Cheasy M: Every day we draw closer to what could be the biggest match in OCW history. A match that is going to bring the pain. So, you’d think having a clean bill of health would come in handy, right?
~The camera cuts to a different angle. We’ve got a clear shot of Cheasy along with what appears to be a zoom video on the screen behind him~
Cheasy M: Joining us now live via satellite… haha, just kidding, what do you think this is the 90’s? This is pre-recorded and we just use Zoom. Anyway, joining us now is Dr. Lawrence Goldblum.
~A small screen pops up in the right-hand corner with a shot of a small man with grey hair and wire frame glasses. He’s wearing a white coat, so you know he is official and anything he says is the truth and cannot be questioned~
Cheasy M: Hello Dr. Goldblum and welcome to Piledriver. Please introduce yourself.
Dr. Goldblum: Yes, hello. I am Dr. Goldblum and I am a Neurologist here at Kindred Hospital in Chicago. I am currently treating Christian Cain, whom I believe is better known to you and OCW as Outcast.
Cheasy M: And what exactly are you treating him for? We saw last week he was in the hospital after a accident but didn’t get many details.
Dr. Goldblum: Mr. Cain suffered several injuries in his accident, but the most severe is a concussion. What is truly alarming though is the results of his CT scans that show a history of head injuries and concussions.
Cheasy M: Haha, Doc this is pro wrestling people get hit in the head a lot, like a lot a lot. I mean, our show is named after a move where you drop someone on their head.
Dr. Goldblum: Well, it is indeed a big issue and concern. Multiple concussions can cause depression, anger, memory loss, and other symptoms that make you feel unlike yourself, this includes an increased risk of suicide. Brain damage from a concussion can cause lasting emotional symptoms.
Cheasy M: Depressed, angry, and emotionally unstable… certainly sounds like the Outcast we have grown to love.
Dr. Goldblum: This is a serious issue.
Cheasy M: Doc, this isn’t a serious issue type of show, sounds like you need to talk to your PR rep.
Dr. Goldblum: I’m not trying to sell a book here, I’m concerned for this man’s health. If he continues to compete in the sport of pro wrestling or any contact sport for that matter he could suffer even more unrepairable damage.
Cheasy M: More unrepairable damage?
Dr. Goldblum: YES! Mr. Cain has suffer damage that is beyond treatment, and needs to stop all activities that could cause damage to his brain, and being the process of healing his brain immediately before he dies.
~The seriousness of the conversation suddenly drops and hangs in the air. Cheasy gulps and then slowly loosens his tie. He looks nervously off set for direction before darting his eyes back to the camera.~
Cheasy M: Well, Dr. Goldblum we think your for your time and the update on Outcast, but we are up against a break and…
~Dr. Goldblum interrupts cutting Cheasy off~
Dr. Goldblum: I am urging the OCW to not allow Mr. Cain back into the ring for his own safety, if he suffers another head injury he co…
~Dr. Goldblum is cut off as the scene cuts to a commercial break.~
Check out Ed Houston's First Quarantined Promo
"The Rocket Man is Back"
~We cut to a familiar medical facility room. Marcus Welsh is laying on a bed, looking slightly better than the last time we saw him. He seems to be resting somewhat peacefully. The door to his room opens and in walks Mike Zybala. He is holding a small cooler as he walks up to the bed. He pulls up a chair and gently nudges Welsh. He whispers~
Zybala: Marcus.... Maaaaarcuuus…
~Welsh groans. He tries to toss and turn but each movement results in a wince due to some type of needle or medical hookup restricting him. He decides to remain on his back. His left eye (closest to Zybala) opens and he casts a side glance~
Marcus Welsh: Mike.
~He notices the cooler. Zybala places a hand on Welsh's arm to calm him. When Welsh lays still, Zybala opens the cooler and pulls out a Diet Pepsi Twist: Lemon. He places it on the bedside stand. He then pulls out a regular Pepsi: Twist for himself~
Zybala: I brought you a gift. A buddy of mine works for Pepsi and got me these little gems. I had to sneak past security to bring it to you.
~The nurse barges in. Again, he spots Zybala. Zybala, about to take a sip of his Pepsi: Twist, pauses. The can inches from his lips~
Nurse: What is going on here? You? Again??
~Zybala sighs and offers the cooler and two drinks which were removed from it...as a bribe~
Nurse: I don't know. I am more of a Dr Pepper man, myself.
~Zybala nudes the drinks closer~
Nurse: But I am rather parched.
~Zybala nudes them even further~
Nurse: You drive a hard bargain but...alright. I'll take them.
~The nurse takes the bribe, leaving Zybala nd Welsh without any Pepsi. Zybala reaches for Welsh's styrofoam jug but it sounds empty. So, he plans back and slaps his hands down on both knees, rubbing the fabric of his pants~
Zybala: I'm not sure I'd trust that nurse if I were you, Marcus. He doesn't seem to care about his health, at all.
~Welsh groans. His arm slowly lifts, pointing at something. Mike looks across the room to spot a Pro Wrestling Magazine. Who'Re is on the cover~
Zybala: Ah. I see someone brought you some reading material. Yeah, Miss 'Re pulled a fast one on us, I'll admit that. I can't believe she even roped in Greg. I thought he was both of our friend. What a snake.
~ Zybala sighs as he looks angstly at the magazine. ~
Zybala: At least Outsiders is safe. I have the ownership in so much legal mumbo jumbo that no one can steal it from Dean and me. I don't know about the theme park though. My name IS on the deed, but it was linked to Online's corporate division. I gotta check on that later.
~ Welsh looks confused as Zybala rambles on. Zybala takes notice of that and gives an apologetic smile. ~
Zybala: Sorry. Didn't mean to bring up negative thoughts and bad memories. It's just that stuff like this is why I always said we needed to have a united front for the company, ya know?
~Welsh continues pointing at the magazine. Finally, Zybala gets up and snags it, handing it to Marcus. He looks at the image of Who'Re. It rings a distant bell. But he's unable to locate the chime~
Marcus Welsh: Who...
Zybala: Yes, I know, Who'Re.
Marcus Welsh: Who...who...
Zybala: Yes, it's Who'Re.
Marcus Welsh: Who...is that?
~ Zybala blinks a few times. He looks at Welsh and then at the picture. ~
Zybala: That's Who'Re. She's worked for you for years! She swiped OCW right from under you. She's the main reason you're in here.
~ Zybala looks at Welsh, who just stares at the picture before looking back at Zybala. He shrugs and shakes his head the best he can. Zybala looks concerned. ~
Zybala: Marcus... Who am I??
Welsh: Mike!
Zybala: I know that. But who AM I, buddy? Like, how do we know each other?
~ Welsh squints his eyes a little as if thinking really hard before a defeated look crosses his face. The concerned look on Zybala's face grows deeper. ~
Zybala: Marcus, don't you remember me? Remember anything?
~Welsh sighs and tilts his head to the right, away from Zybala. He may not remember much (if anything, really) but he's aware enough to know that he knows nothing. This frightening fact sends him into a depressed, anti-social mood. Zybala pats him on the shoulder~
Zybala: That's alright. I'm here. I'll update you on everything. We'll get you out of here and back on your feet where you belong in no time.
~We cut back to the OCW Studio. Cheasy is seated next to Leo The High School Intern...which can mean only one thing…
~That’s right, folks! It’s time for Leo to BREAK IT DOWN. And he’s got so much more to talk about~
Cheasy M: Whew, when the chips are down you find out who your real friends are...who knew Welsh’s lone, true friend would be Zybala. Unless...he’s got ulterior motives. Regardless, Welsh is getting more bedside action laid up in the hospital than Leo’s seen in a lifetime, haha...am I right, Leo??
~Leo’s eyes narrow. His right fist balls up. His face reddens~
Cheasy M: Haha! I’m just messing with ya, Leo! I’m sure there are plenty of women out there who dig a forty year old man that works for free. So, about these promos…
Leo The High School Intern: I’m not in the mood anymore.
Cheasy M: Oh come on, Leo. Don’t be like that.
~Leo starts to move. Fingers snap to their left. They belong to Who’Re. She gives an aggressive motion for Leo to remain seated and perform his obligation. Sara Syren starts to tape her fists. Leo now knows that she means business~
Leo The High School Intern: Yea, so as I was saying. The promos.
~The camera cuts to another angle right as Leo says that...giving us this awkward side profile of his super narrow and pointy face. Cheasy clears his throat and points toward the new angle. Leo adjusts, looking a bit disheveled. But, he gets it together because he’s the best intern ever~
Leo The High School Intern: At this time last week we had only heard from two competitors - Dylan Thomas and Peter Vaughn. Since then, the six other competitors have spoken up...including a second promo from both Dylan Thomas and Xavier Lux.
~Cheasy shuffles, nervously, upon hearing the name Xavier Lux~
Leo The High School Intern: So let’s begin with a new name. I believe you reached into the vault to highlight a friend of his. I’m, of course, talking about Brim. My first takeaway...Brim is a serious threat. Not only does he have the size to dominate inside a cage but he appears to be one of the more focused wrestlers heading into Quarantined.
Cheasy M: Yep. I was impressed by him, too. I figured he’d be angrier with Zybala than Vaughn but it appears he’s out for Janitor blood.
Leo The High School Intern: A lot of people are focusing on Vaughn. If I were The Janitor I’d hope and pray OCW didn’t put me in a cage with Brim to kick things off. If so, it’ll be a short night for Peter. But, yes, Brim is a legit threat to win the whole thing, in my opinion. And, if he were to capture the OCW Title, he’d do something that neither Krayzie nor Duce could accomplish while in OCW...and in short order, too.
Cheasy M: And Duce is still missing.
Leo The High School Intern: Buried alive, as far as I know. Hopefully, Brim and Kaliban get some closure on that situation.
Cheasy M: From an unknown to perhaps the most familiar face in the field...Curt Canon.
Leo The High School Intern: Ah. I think I may have enjoyed this promo more than the others. Curt’s always lacked the focus it takes to return to the top. I did not feel this was the case last week. Curt looked and sounded extremely focused. I do believe he realizes this is his final shot and is going to do everything he can to make the most of it.
Cheasy M: And we saw a cameo by the one, the only...James Vorex.
Leo The High School Intern: That we did. James Vorex is tied to the roots of Curt Canon’s career. If there’s anybody that understands what this truly means to someone like Curt, it’s James. The only fear I have for Curt is that he turns too much of his focus on Ed. If they aren’t put in the same cage to start things off then their paths may never cross.
Cheasy M: Curt is always going to focus on Ed. And, speaking of Curt’s younger, better self (as some would say)...what did The Rocketman have to lay down?
Leo The High School Intern: It was great hearing from Ed. It’s been awhile! Houston was obviously agitated that he didn’t get an initial invite to return to OCW. So, he did what all champions do, he made it happen.
Cheasy M: With Mack’s help, of course.
Leo The High School Intern: In a way, I suppose. Ed was certainly successful in OCW...albeit from the periphery. He never really established himself at the level of, say, a Matt Meyhu. Then he joins GCWA and knocks off Bifford for the GCWA Title. I think that gave Houston a ton of confidence and he’s looking to carry that confidence over into Quarantined and take the OCW Title.
Cheasy M: You think rust will be an issue?
Leo The High School Intern: He didn’t appear rusty to me. Ed Houston looked refreshed. I think the time off did him some good. I’d expect him to definitely place in the top four with a legit shot at winning it all.
Cheasy M: Big words there, Leo. Another favorite, I’d expect is Outcast. A veteran, like Ed, looking to finally break through into the main event scene here in OCW.
Leo The High School Intern: Technically, I’d say every person in this match is in the ‘main event scene’. But yes, I get your point. Outcast is a former Savage Champion. He’s competed for several titles in OCW but never really made the impact he desired. So, he’s coming back. Good news, too, considering he was making french fries in the back of a McBurger somewhere...dealing with an overaggressive female manager.
Cheasy M: Life after wrestling can be rough.
Leo The High School Intern: Yep, he bounced out of there pretty quickly upon learning he had a chance to compete in OCW. Can’t say as though I blame him. So, he’s looking to capture some elusive OCW gold while also getting a little payback on a foe from GCWA, Xavier Lux.
Cheasy M: --
Leo The High School Intern: I completely understand your silence in regards to the son of Scorpion. Outcast is gunning for Lux. I’d be very interested to see what would happen if these two wound up in the same cage to start the match.
Cheasy M: --
Leo The High School Intern: And, since we’re on the subject...how about we mention OCW royalty. The son of one of the most iconic wrestlers in company history. Xavier Lux. We were given insight into his personal life only to discover that the relationship he has with his father is, well, a tenuous one.
Cheasy M: --
Leo The High School Intern: He seems focused, though. I’ll give him that. He’s got the intensity his father used to reach the top of the profession. I just hope the raw passion over the paternal connection doesn’t overwhelm him come match time, causing him to make a mistake that prevents him from maximizing his potential.
Cheasy M: --
~Awkward pause. Cheasy looks at Leo~
Leo The High School Intern: Okay. I’m done. You can bring up another competitor now.
Cheasy M: And, moving right along! How about the former owner, commissioner, and...well, all around zany man himself...Mike Zybala!
Leo The High School Intern: Zybala is doing what he does best...tormenting people. As of this moment it appears his ire is pointed in the direction of Brim.
Cheasy M: Strange considering Brim is more focused on Vaughn.
Leo The High School Intern: Yep. I think it’s going to be very interesting if Vaughn and Zybala manage to get hooked up in this match. I feel there’s a team in the making there which could take both very, very far.
Cheasy M: The two of them could eliminate Brim.
Leo The High School Intern: I mean, that’d be my goal. He hates one of you and doesn’t necessarily like the other...he’s a massive threat, so get together and eliminate him. Of course, for that to be possible the cage drawings would have to lineup in their favor.
Cheasy M: I can’t see Who’Re doing them any favors.
Leo The High School Intern: Maybe. Maybe not. We’ve yet to see if she governs like Welsh did.
~We get a shot of Who’Re. She’s watching Leo very carefully~
Leo The High School Intern: But I’m sure she’ll be great and everything will be fair and above board!
Cheasy M: Which brings us to Dylan Thomas...he’s been leading the pack these last two weeks. He seems very eager to get in there and mix it up.
Leo The High School Intern: Yep. Dylan is very focused on winning the Prison Yard Match. So much so that he went to a prison for experience on what it’ll be like to be surrounded by steel.
Cheasy M: Method acting.
Leo The High School Intern: Exactly. You have to imagine that’ll pay off in some capacity. Unfortunately for Dylan, I don’t think his attitude is making any friends. He’ll likely be all alone once that steel door shuts.
Cheasy M: Yep. With Big Dave in France and Lord Allton unable to attend Dylan, who is usually surrounded by friendly faces, is going to be very much on his own.
Leo The High School Intern: Very much a factor in this one. Whereas someone like Brim or Outcast might be used to going it alone...Dylan will need to adjust. Can he adjust in time or will it cost him? That’s the big question challenging Dylan’s shot at winning this match.
Cheasy M: And the Janitor?
Leo The High School Intern: Aside from everybody wanting to kill him...nothing new. I’m sure we’ll hear from Peter in due time. Don’t count him out, competitors...Peter Vaughn has a shot.
Cheasy M: Any favorites at this time?
Leo The High School Intern: Whew. It’s so hard to call right now. Very close match. I’d prefer to wait at least another week before making any predictions.
Cheasy M: And that’s why you’re an intern. Thanks for that report, Leo! We’ll be right back, fans!
~Leo is visibly annoyed by that parting shot. We cut to commercial~
Check Out Mike Zybala's First Quantined Promo
"Sometimes you need a reboot."
~Cheasy is holding a sheet of papers, stacking them while staring at the returning LIVE feed~
Cheasy M: And we’re back! We’re just about out of time, fans...but before we go, let’s take a look at the updated rankings! These are current as of right this very minute.
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Cheasy M: And, as you can see, Dylan Thomas holds onto the top spot. Xavier Lux makes a big jump from last to second place. Zybala stays at third. Vaughn drops from second to fourth. Ed Houston and Outcast are tied at fifth and hanging out at the very bottom are Brim and Curt Canon.
~Cheasy finishes stacking the papers, setting them down in front of him~
Cheasy M: Segments. Promos. Interviews. Newswire items. These are all ways in which your ranking can be increased. These rankings will come into play whenever seeding is concerned for future events. Want consideration for a title shot? Might want to bump that ranking up a notch.
~The camera cuts to another angle Cheasy spins around, staring into the new camera~
Cheasy M: And now...before we sign off. Allow me to introduce our wonderful General Manager, Who’Re!
~Who’Re marches onto the set. Cheasy spins out of view. She stands behind the desk with Sara Syren behind her~
Who’Re: Quarantined is an event that will boost OCW back to where it belongs...among the elite of the elite. The Prison Yard Match, a concept greenlit by OCW’s new regime, will go down as one of the most entertaining, competitive, and violent matches in company history. However, that will not be our only match…
~Audible gasps by the few in attendance~
Who’Re: The face of the new OCW. The model of where we are heading. Proof that OCW is leaving it’s hideous ways behind...Sara Syren will defend her TransAtlantic Championship in a special, open challenge to begin the event on June 20th.
~People are buzzing!~
Who’Re: So, anybody out there who thinks they are strong enough to dethrone Sara...by all means, show up and give it your best shot.
~Who'Re trails off, both her and Cheasy begin to notice shouting escalating somewhere behind the cameras. One of the cameras pans around to see what's going on. After a moment of looking around the studio, we finally see Mack O'Connor in a yelling match with a security guard.~
Mack: Get the fuck out of my way and let me talk to those motherfuckers!
Guard: I'm sorry, sir. You are not authorized to be in this area.
Mack: Oh?
~Mack hits the Guard with a hard hook across the jaw. The Guard's head wobbles, and he drops to the ground. Mack charges past the cameras and sticks a finger in Who'Re's face. Sara Syren steps up...but Who’Re puts her hand in Syren’s chest, telling her to stay back. She complies~
Mack: You fuckin' bitch! You sent that little son of a bitch to my home?! Where is that little fuckboy anyway?!
Who'Re: Calm down, Mack.
Mack: Calm down? You sent that piece of shit to my home and had him steal my property?
Who'Re: The TransAtlantic Title Belt is the property of OCW. Always has been. Just because you won the title doesn't mean you own the belt.
Mack: I realize that, genius, which is why I returned the World Title belt. When OCW closed in 2014, Dean told me I could keep the World belt and TransAtlantic belt with the condition that I return the World belt if it were to reopen. The TransAtlantic title, however, was dead. So the belt was mine to keep.
Who'Re: Do you have a written, authorized document from Dean stating these things?
Mack: Written document? Have you ever met Dean?
Who'Re: I didn't think so. The belt was not yours to keep, so we took it back. Dean has no authority here. And neither do you. Why do you want it so bad anyway? Its a lower tiered belt.
~Sara Syren looks confused. Who’Re quickly tells her not to worry about it~
Mack: It's the fucking principle. We could have talked about it.
Who'Re: Simple fact, Mack: I'm not obliged to talk to you. About anything, really. Except your contract.
Mack: Fuck my contract.
Who'Re: I'd be happy to terminate your contract, but then that would make you unemployed. And if you're unemployed, you get thrown back in prison, correct?
~Mack remains silent. He turns to walk out.~
Mack: This isn't over, whore.
~He storms off the set~
Who'Re: My name is Who'Re!
~An extremely agitated Who’Re notices the cameras still rolling. She gives the ‘throat slit’. We instantly cut to black~