Wednesday, June 23rd, 2021
Taped from the OCW Studio
Episode #6
~~We cold open to the OCW Studio. It doesn’t appear in its usual Piledriver format. It’s far more formal than that. The exciting noise of eager members of the press sound from off camera. We can’t see it, but every audio clue we receive leads us to believe that this room is packed. The typical Piledriver news desk is covered in a black cloth with the “OCW” logo visibly front and center. And, so far, that’s it. Did we miss the show? Is this some kind of pirated feed? The hell is going on? Oh, wait! A door opens. Our view shoots to the right and spots OCW GM Who’Re dressed nicer than usual, heading onto the OCW studio stage with Greg and Grace Rimmer surrounding her. Members of diVersity quickly spread throughout the press room to prevent any ‘unfortunate’ mishaps that could ruin what appears to be a monumental moment. Who’Re takes a seat...right behind the OCW logo, front and center. She’s the face of the company. Hands folded, her eyes meet the camera. Rimmer and Greg stand solidly behind her~
Who’Re: Thank you for joining us tonight on a very special episode of Piledriver. And, no, I’m not about to tell everyone a tragic tale warning them about the hazards of drug use.
~The joke lands fairly well. Much better than any of Cheasy’s one liners~
Who’Re: I’m here to make two major announcements. These announcements are going to set the tone for the second month of this OCW run.
~Who’Re takes a breath. She’s growing more comfortable in her role. But a moment like this is definitely foreign to her~
Who’Re: After much deliberation and consultation, we have laid out a lineup for House of Cards that we think will not only surpass what we saw at Quarantined...but it may very well go down as the greatest event in OCW history. So, without wasting anymore time...let’s reveal the lineup for House of Cards, which airs on Sunday, July 25th.
~We get a graphic displaying the House of Cards logo. What an amazing logo. Whoever put that together deserves three pats on the back~
Who’Re: In the main event we will have our brand, new OCW Champion, ‘Venom’ Xavier Lux defending his OCW Championship against his biggest threat from the Prison Yard Match. He will go one on one in a No Disqualification Match against OCW Savage Champion, Brim. The winner will be recognized as a dual champion. The loser goes home with nothing.
~The press is busy writing stuff down...or inputting it into their ipads or whatever~
Who’Re: For the Paradigm Championship, we will see its current holder, Outcast defend his freshly claimed championship against one of the biggest threats who didn’t place in the Prison Yard Match. His effort in the ring and outside it, by garnering plenty of rankings points, has earned a spot in this penultimate encounter. So, Outcast will defend his Paradigm Championship against Dylan Thomas in a Ladder Match.
~Members of the press once again sound busy. They also say things like “Glad to see that rankings system is KINDA paying off...and isn’t just some bullshit trick to try and force people to stay active”~
Who’Re: Peter Vaughn surpassed all expectations this past Sunday by placing fourth and earning the OCW Craze Championship. Now, he must defend it. And, he will do so in a Hazardous Ladder Match against his newly fashioned nemesis, Mike Zybala.
~THIS draws a major reaction from the media. Former friends fashioned into bitter enemies. Plus, a Hazardous Ladder Match. What more could you want?~
Who’Re: And, finally...the match that will open the evening. The winner will receive a shot at one of OCW’s three secondary titles. You’ve probably guessed one half of the equation...it’s none other than ‘The Rocketman’ Ed Houston...a former Craze and Paradigm Champion. Also, a former GCWA Champion. He will be facing...in a Steel Caged Ladder Match...OCW’s newest signee…
~The entire room leans forward, hanging on the literal edge of their plushy, newly purchased press seats. Who’Re draws it out. A true showWOman. She points to the screen behind her and an image appears~
~The press room gasps with excited shock and surprise. Some clap. Who’Re nods, unable to suppress a smile~
Who’Re: That’s right. One of the primary players from XWF is coming over here to OCW. He’s a former XWF Universal Champion. He’s the current XWF Hart Champion. Ladies and Gentlemen, please give a warm welcome to Thaddeus Duke!!!
~Who’Re stands, clapping. The entire media room joins in. Thad enters holding a can of Dr. Pepper and a bottle of YooHoo. He sets them down front and center on the table before shaking some hands with the media.
Thad: How’s that for product placement?
~Thad then gives a few waves and retreats behind the table to shake Who’Re’s hand. Who’Re takes a seat as he looks around behind the table a second before pushing Who’Re down the length of the table in order to take center stage for himself.
Thad: It’s a shame you peaked so early in your career Who’Re, nothing you do from this moment forward will ever top what’s happening right now.
~We’re not sure this comment hits Who’Re. But, if we have only her face to judge, we’d say she’s unaffected. Her smile is stoic. It’s the biggest signing of her career as GM. This is her prized recruit~
Who’Re: Already bringing in the endorsements! I told you guys this signing would be huge. Now, Thad...or Mr. Duke. Whichever you prefer. I’ve got the contract right here...it’s dual. A contract to compete in OCW and a contract for your match against Ed Houston. So. if you’ll just give me your Joan Hancock...right...there….
~Who’Re scoots down to slide the contract which is tucked away inside a black, leather, OCW folder in front of Thad. Her arms are woefully short given the distance Thad banished her to. The contract is open and in front of Thad. Who’Re clicks open an OCW pen, placing it atop the contract~
Thad: Thad is fine, but no thanks, I brought XWF ink.
~Thad clicks his own pen open and signs the contract before clicking the pen closed and sliding it into the pocket of his jeans.
Thad: You are horribly overdressed miss. I’mma very casual guy.
~Evidenced by the blue jeans and Billie Eilish hoodie he’s wearing.
Thad: I don’t know who this Ed Houston jagoff is, but I have to ask Who’Re, why are YOU throwing him to the… lions?
Who’Re: Well, on the record Ed Houston is a tremendous competitor who will absolutely push you to your limits showing the world whether or not you belong in OCW. Off the record, however, you never risk the debut performance of a star signee. Give that star a chance to shine.
~Who’Re smiles, feeling all chummy with her major acquisition. Thad shakes his head slowly~
Thad: I don’t need protection… well… on account of just having twins, maybe I need a little, but that’s a different story. Who’Re, the only people needing protection in OCW are those placed in front of me.
You’d do well to remember that in the future.
See Whore, my star is rather bright and I’ve never needed help from management or anyone else in order to shine.
~Everybody in the room waits to with baited breath to see if Who’Re is offended by Thad’s usage of the word ‘whore’. She isn’t. And, even if she were, she’s suppressing it in lieu of this moment. Instead, Who’Re leans back, super impressed. She even mouths the word ‘wow’. If only the other 7 members of the roster received this type of treatment. She folds her arms and takes in a breath of silent exaltation, barely able to contain her triumph. Her eyes never leave Thad. Finally, she gets over whatever interior euphoria she’s got going on and gently pats the table with both hands~
Who’Re: Alright! Well now that the work is out of the way...let’s get Cheasy in here to interview this fine young man.
Thad: Emphasis on fine!
Reporter: Can we ask questions?
Thad: Sure!
Who’Re: HEY! No talking out of turn! And, no, you cannot.
~A collective ‘awww’ is heard from the many reporters. We cut to commercial~
Thad: Awww
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~And we’re back! Dr Pepper AND Yoohoo advertisements? This Duke signing is already PAYING off! The professional studio arrangement has been erased in favor of the very anachronistic, groovy, shag carpet vibe Cheasy’s got going on for his antiquated yet ironically hip show, Piledriver. Cheasy M is front and center, staring into the camera~
Cheasy M: If you’ve been watching, then you know the big news...and no, I’m not talking about the fact that my wife is once again shacking up with another man.
~Terrible joke~
Cheasy M: I’m speaking, of course, about Who’Re’s first major acquisition. The biggest signing in OCW since Aidan Collins. I’m talking, of course, about Thaddeus Duke.
~The camera pulls back to show Duke seated to Cheasy’ s left. Cheasy spins around to face him~
Cheasy M: Thad, my man! Welcome to OCW! How does it feel to put pen to paper and become eligible to compete in one of the most creative, historic promotions in wrestling history?
Thad: Well M… can I call you M? Cheesy is just… well… cheesy.
~Cheasy goes to speak but is abruptly cut off by Thaddeus.
Thad: Answer that on your time, not mine. First of all, I wouldn’t even be here if I wasn’t courted so heavily by that Whore lady over there.
~Who’Re quickly interjects.
Who’Re: He wasn’t courted! Promise!
Thad: Right. Anyway, when it comes to Thaddeus Duke and the creativity of OCW, I’m only gonna say that OCW is giving ME a blank canvas to, quite honestly… hashtag hyphenate everything and school your roster in what it is to be creative.
~Thad shoots a smile and an exaggerated wink to the numerous cameras. Cheasy smiles and lightly pounds the table, laughing as though Thad just said the funniest thing ever~
Cheasy M: They told me you were a riot! Yea, Hyphengate has been a pretty big issue around these parts. And that’s what’s great about OCW...blank canvas. The ability to create. Now, I’m sure you heard or, more appropriately, were informed that your debut match is at House of Cards in a Caged Ladder Match for a title shot...and, your opponent is OCW veteran Ed Houston. What are your thoughts on this as a debut match and...are you in any way familiar with Ed?
Thad: Cage matches, ladder matches, all types of hardcorey matches, I’m a veteran of all types M. No one watching this, and no one on this OCW roster should look at me as just some pretty face…
~Thad flashes the pearly whites for the cameras before continuing on.
Thad: I’m as tough as they come and I pride myself on not only being the best looking man on the card, I also take a lot of pride in being the toughest mother fucker to put down and keep down. ANNNNND… I love making people on after me to live up to whatever the fuck I just pulled out of my ass in yet another five star instant classic.
As far as Ed Houston goes… his name’s pretty stupid. No, I’m not familiar with him at all, but by that same token, I’m never unprepared. Come match time, I’ll know everything I need to know about him.
~Cheasy is leaning forward, chin in hand, nodding as though everything he’s listening to is the most interesting information he’s ever received and, quite possibly, life changing~
Cheasy M: Well you guys will be going on first and Ed Houston has put on his fair share of classics during his OCW career so I’ve no doubt the rest of the card will be looking on in envy at the unreachably high bar you will set, with Ed working to keep up. But now let’s talk about Thaddeus Duke...for the uneducated, insulated OCW fans...who is Thad Duke? And, what can they expect when they tune in on July 25th to see Thad Duke compete for the first time?
Thad: Do you really think I’m going to do their homework for them? What kind of dog and pony show are you running here? All they need to know is that I’m a 22 year old former world champion and winner of eight different championships in a career spanning less than sixty matches. This interview alone suggests my arrogance but you have to understand something about me and that’s that I come from a professional wrestling dynasty so arrogance is ingrained into my DNA and it’s not my only personality quirk.
I’m also god damn hilarious. I’m a sweetheart when the situation calls for it. And I have unbreakable confidence. In my home company, I’ve done and won everything there is to do and to win so now I’ve decided to, while still dominating at home, to come here and dominate OCW, then move on down the line and dominate this entire industry in COMPETITIVE environments, from top to bottom.
Also, hashtag hyphenate everything.
~Cheasy seems impressed. Somewhere the rest of the OCW roster throws down their note pad in frustration. No pre-game tips tonight!~
Cheasy M: Playing it close to the vest. I like that. A strong poker face. I used to have a good poker face, but then lost it to my first wife in our divorce. I had a terrible lawyer. Never hire Lou Pohl.
~Cheasy snickers. He’s alone~
Cheasy M: Anyway. So, domination is your goal and at your age, with the impressive list of achievements you’ve already racked up, who am, or anyone, to doubt your ability to achieve it. Now, I’m no expert on XWF...but OCW has had a few of its more famous alumni enter its hallowed halls. Aidan Collins finished second at Death March back in 2018. James Raven won Block Party in 2019. Is it safe to assume that Thaddeus Duke will become the most successful XWF veteran to compete in OCW?
Thad: The last thing I’m gonna do… except for that part where I already did it… is flaunt my accomplishments in the XWF. I’m not coming here or anywhere for that matter to be the next Aidan Collins or the next James Raven…
~Thad stops and looks at the rolling cameras.
Thad: James! What up homie!?
~Thad holds his thumb and pinky finger to his ear and mouth respectively, while mouthing the words “Call me.”
Thad: I’m only interested in being the first, the only Thaddeus Duke because in my not at all humble opinion, there ain’t no one better than me. Evidenced by my at Better Than U underscore T D twitter handle which definitely and matter of factly came long before that jagoff on TNT.
~Cheasy M stares at Thad while slowly reaching under the desk and (NO, GET YOUR MIND OUTTA THE GUTTER, PEOPLE)...tossing away some James Raven and Aidan Collins merch he wanted to show off in an effort to become besties~
Cheasy M: Right on. So, in closing...because I know you’re a busy man with many busy things to do, including promoting the usage of hyphens...how scared should OCW Champion, Xavier LUx be...right now, knowing that Thaddeus Duke has arrived and has his eyes set on the ultimate prize?
Thad: He shouldn’t be scared he should be fucking ecstatic. Having his name across from mine on any marquee adds a lot of dollars to his bank account. Having his name appear next to mine on a marquee adds a fuck ton more eyeballs on the OCW product. Having his name next to mine on a marquee is what HE should be shooting for, not me.
I’m already a world champion, I don’t need another one, necessarily. But I’ll damn sure take it.
~Cheasy M looks at Who’Re. Who’Re couldn’t be happier. Cheasy tries to match her ebullience~
Cheasy M: Haha! Right on, my man!
~Cheasy extends his fist for a bump. Thad leaves Cheasy hanging, so the Piledriver host bumps at the air and slaps the table, laughing~
Cheasy M: I cannot wait to see you compete on July 25th at House of Cards against Ed Houston. Thaddeus Duke, everyone! We’ll be right back!
~We cut to a very familiar location...as far as 2021 OCW goes. The LOCAL MEDICAL FACILITY. We are no longer in ICU...instead, it's a standard hospital room. Marcus Welsh is improving. No more bandages...just a gown, some healing stitches, and a fair amount of intense bruising. He continues to sip from a styrofoam cup. And, despite being moved, HE HAS THE SAME NURSE. What are the odds? The nurse is sort of pitter-pattering around...not really doing anything of substance. A fact that bothers Welsh~
Marcus Welsh: You okay? You're just kind of walking around.
~The nurse is caught off guard. She looks at her watch as though somebody is late for something. She sighs~
Nurse: Oh I'm just making sure you have everything you need. Do you have everything you need?
~Welsh holds up his drink and points it at the TV which is airing PILEDRIVER.~
Marcus Welsh: Yep.
~The Nurse hesitates. Welsh motions toward the door. He doesn't like being bothered when PILEDRIVER is on. The Nurse pauses...she REALLY doesn't want to leave. It's growing to a climax when...THE DOOR OPENS and in walks Zybala. The Nurse smiles and turns around~
The Nurse: Excuse me, sir. But visiting hours are over.
~Zybala rolls his eyes with a half smile and hands the nurse a bag of goodies. The Nurse happily accepts the 'bribe' and leaves the room, finally. Zybala takes a seat next to Welsh's bed and places a DVD next to it with the MAYHEN ON THE MIDWAY logo~
Marcus Welsh: Oh, Mike! Good to see you...missed you last week.
Zybala: Sorry about that. I was getting in some last minute training for the Prison Yard match. Unfortunately, I didn't win. Better luck next time I suppose. Watching Piledriver again? What match are they replaying this week?
~Zybala turns to the TV to see the Mayhem on the Midway logo. He starts to panic. They're not going to show "that" match, are they?! He looks around the room for the remote; not finding it~
Marcus Welsh: Mayhem on the Midway. Why is that so familiar...and why does...it make me feel kinda angry?
~A voice comes over the TV apologizing for a technical difficulty. Apparently, the match they wanted to show from Mayhem on the Midway is 'missing'. So, they're calling an audible~
Marcus Welsh: That's weird. You'd think a major wrestling organization would have a better backup system in their archives.
~Zybala nervously chuckles as his eyes dart back and forth~
Zybala: Well, you know how things are. Sometimes things get lost when a company closes for a bit and the change of power and who thought leaving Greg in charge of organizing things was a good idea and is your swelling going down? You're looking healthier every time I see you!
~Zybala smiles, hoping his diversion tactics work~
Marcus Welsh: I am feeling better. Doctors say a few months of rehab later and I'll be walking out of here. Of course, this jerk named Sam down the hallway found 'motivation' and got out of here quicker but...ya know, Mike. When you can't remember anything, it's hard to get motivated. Ah well, I guess its for the best...sit in here and continue to heal with professionals looking after me.
~Welsh sips his drink and continues watching Piledriver~
Zybala: That's the best attitude to have. Plus it doesn't hurt to have a buddy come in and check on you once a week either. If only that nurse didn't keep stealing my goodies for you... I swear she hangs around just to do that.
~Suddenly, Zybala's phone rings. He pulls it out and looks who's calling~
Zybala: Huh. I wonder what Who'Re wants? (answers the phone) Ahoy hoy?
Who'Re: Mike! We're looking for the footage of that time you and Welsh brutally assaulted one another due to your undying hate toward each other...we wanted to air it on tonight's Piledriver...but it's missing. You wouldn't happen to know where it is, would you?
~Zybala’s eyes shift as he tries to think of something clever. In the background we see the Mayhem on the MIdway disc which OBVIOUSLY contains the missing match~
Who’Re: MIKE!
Zybala: Yea, I don’t know what to tell you, Who’Re. Maybe the dog ate it? Maybe Peter Vaughn accidentally threw it away while cleaning up backstage? I just...I just couldn’t begin to tell you.
~Zybala notices Welsh quietly paying attention to their conversation~
Who’Re: Ugh. I know you had something to do with this Mike. Whatever. Bye.
~Who’Re hangs up. Zybala does the exaggerated hand wipe across the forehead while mouthing the expression ‘whewwww’. He slides his phone back into his pocket~
Marcus Welsh: What was that all about? Something about a match...did I hear our names and the word...anger and hate?
~Zybala throws his hand to the side as if there’s nothing to worry about...which works because, he says~
Mike Zybala: There’s nothing to worry about it. Who’Re is just being all dramatic. Oh! Look! It’s Brim! This should be good...turn it up!
~Welsh gets excited. He seems to REALLY like Brim. As he’s turning up, Mike reaches over and snags the DVD. He stands~
Marcus Welsh: Where...where are you going?
Mike Zybala: Ehh...I just remembered. I have business at the Arena...I’d better hurry before the show ends. I’ll give you a shout out, okay?
~Welsh’s eyes expand and glow like an excited, hopeful child~
Marcus Welsh: Will ya, Mike. Will ya really?
Mike Zybala: You got it, kid.
~Mike gives Welsh a friendly fist to the jaw before exiting~
~The scene opens up in front of the half burnt down OCW Hall of Fame, unlike last time we saw it when Xavier Lux set fire to it, it is day time and we see a much busier scene, there is all kinds of construction vehicles, cranes, mixers, etc., plus loads of workers as clearly the rebuild is already in full swing. We see a black Hummer pull up to the scene and from behind the wheel steps your new OCW World Champion, “Venom” Xavier Lux. He wears his usual street clothes with the difference now being the shining championship wrapped around his waist. He walks around the vehicle and removes his sunglasses to admire the work underway. Just then a construction manager along with a man in a business suit, likely a lawyer, approaches him and asks him to sign some paperwork, to which Xavier reluctantly agrees to sign after a brief discussion. Once they leave, he goes back to admiring the progress being made; and after a few more moments, he finally acknowledges the camera on him, turning around and smirking~
Xavier Lux: A few nights ago I burnt this place to the ground to send a message, and that message was mostly directed at my father and the place he built, but it was also directed at all the old stars trying to come back and regain old glory. I may not agree with a lot of what Ms. Who’Re has to say, but I do agree with this sentiment: “Out with the old, and in with the new.” Curt Canon? Out! Ed Houston? Out! Zybala? Out! Vaughn? Out! Outcast? GET YOUR OLD ASS THE FUCK OUT!
~Xavier’s eyes are full of fire and rage; you can tell he means every word he says~
Xavier Lux: It is time to erase the past and start anew; this is the dawn of a new era and I stand here before you as proof of that. I don’t know if I’m the youngest of them all, but this belt around my waist now tells you I am the best of them all.
At the Quarantined pay per view I did what no one else had ever done in the history of OCW, win the World Heavyweight Championship in their first night in the federation. No one, NOT A SINGLE ONE OF YOU can take that away from me. It is written in stone, and someday soon, it will be the first thing written for the rest of time in the building that will once again stand behind me.
I know some of you may be saying that the joke is on me because I’m having to pay to rebuild it, well even though the event was only on YouTube, it still made a lot of money and I took home a huge chunk of that. The fucking Jalapeno Insurance Company is big business apparently, so where do you think the funds are coming to pay for this? From OCW itself, so am I really paying for it? Nah, and money was never a reason why I came to OCW anyway, so giving away the winnings is not a problem now and it will never be. I came here to bury my father and to take this *points to the belt* and that is exactly what I did.
Now I’m already hearing the critics.. You didn’t beat everyone; you didn’t eliminate this guy or pin that guy. Newsflash marks, I did not have to! The whole purpose of that match was to make it to the final four, and then until the end by any means necessary and if you don’t think I was willing to do anything and everything, then just ask Brim how his twisted testicles are doing? All I could do in this match is beat the man that was put in front of me, Brim was that man from beginning to end and even when old man winter tried to get involved, he was disposed of… again.
But I will give Brim his props, he shocked the world with his performance, and he may have had me beat once or twice, but his own stupidity and anger cost him the match. My father was the Scorpion, and like that insect knows, I knew when and where to go for the kill. You had it and let it go, I wasn’t going to let it go… I didn’t.
So I stand here as the new champion, and now you are all welcomed to come and try to take it away from me… Whether is any of the other new champions, or the 3 of you that decided to stay on board, or whoever the new signee is… At House of Cards, come one come all, I will shuffle up and deal you the worst hand you have ever received.
~Xavier puts his sunglasses back on and then begins to walk towards the Hall of Fame. The same construction manager from behind rushes over, handing him a helmet as they head inside, and the scene fades to black. We cut back to the OCW Studio~
Cheasy M: He's got the look of a champion, doesn't he, folks? A champion that brings a little bit of the old along with the new...whether he wants to admit it or not. The son of one of OCW's most recognizable legends carries the OCW Title into this new era. So glad he's rebuilding the Hall of Fame...I enjoy strolling through there and viewing the Alice Knight and MJ Bell areas...HEY! It's not like that. Okay? Anyway, Xavier Lux will face Brim at House of Cards...a rematch of the war these two went through this past Sunday. I, for one, cannot wait!
~The camera cuts. Cheasy shifts along with it~
Cheasy M: Another standout this past Sunday was Outsiders legend, Peter Vaughn. In one solitary evening he flipped his career narrative. He went from being a laughing stock...a joke in 'real' wrestling to emerging as a serious threat for Xavier Lux's OCW Title.
~We get a shot of OCW legend and Hall of Famer, Pryde~
Cheasy M: That image you see behind me belongs to OCW legend and Hall of Famer, Pryde. He also ran GCWA as Jonathan Barrows. But most recently, he's been mentoring Peter Vaughn...helping transform the former laughable janitor into an in-ring threat.
~Another cut. Cheasy adjusts~
Cheasy M: Pryde dominated in a wild era of OCW. An era when the company was on shaky ground, financially. Dean was forced to tour regions within the US based on benefactors. Whoever was willing to pony up the cash to fund OCW for the current month would get the in-ring product in their region. Thus, regional titles were created. Pryde emerged and won the Southern Championship...a belt he would never relinquish.
~Another cut. Cheasy spins around, keeping up~
Cheasy M: Pryde faced a number of formidable opponents. But, perhaps no opponent posed more of a threat than former Family Member and serial sadist...Sean Fuller. These two did battle in an absolutely grueling match at Clash at the Coast. Let's go back and take a look at this match in this week's FROM THE VAULT. Give everybody a chance to get to know Peter Vaughn's mentor, Pryde...a little bit better.
Steel Cage Match
Pryde © (8-0) vs. Sean Fuller (9-1)
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlement, the following match is a Steel Cage Match and it is for the OCW Southern Championship! There are three ways in which an opponent can emerge victorious…pinfall, submission or by escaping the cage with both feet hitting the floor…or, in this case, the metal surface surrounding the ring.
["Nexus" starts to play as a spotlight shines down on the entrance and Sean Fuller emerges with his newest adviser Celeste Cooper following not far behind. She steps out to Sean's left applauding him and smiling in his direction as the beach is silent. Sean stands on the stage surveying the crowd from left to right with a menacing, dark smile; dressed in a long black coat and jet black wrestling tights. He has his right foot edged out ahead of his left and the rest of his body follows suit. Sean takes it all on and finishes his surveillance of the crowd then proceeds to make his way to the ring with Celeste not far behind him. Needless to say the fans are not supportive of anyone who would accompany Sean Fuller to the ring]
Belvedere: Introducing first, from Parts Unknown…standing 6’4 and weighing in at 245lbs…Sean Fuller!!!
[“Dangerous” by Within Temptation begins to play with Fuller in the cage and Celeste standing next to him. Pryde emerges from behind the curtain as he heads straight for the ring displaying zero emotion. He is focused intently on the ring…the cage surrounding it and Fuller on the inside. Pryde walks the ramp across the ocean, hops into the cage and stares Fuller down as his music comes to a close]
Belvedere: And his opponent, from Parks Unknown, standing 5’8 and weighing in at 200lbs…he is the OCW Southern Champion…Pryde!!
[Pryde hands his title to Belvedere who escorts Celeste out of the cage and back to the beach. The bell quickly sounds as the cage door is shut]
Smith: Folks, if you like violence…you may want to stay glued to the broadcast for this one.
Hood: Fuller is one of the most sadistic fuckers to ever compete in OCW and Pryde, well, Pryde has gone to a dark place within himself this week. Not to mention we have a cage.
Smith: Indeed…any predictions?
Hood: After this match, someone will emerge as the king of Parts Unknown. Pryde already dethroned TLS…now only Fuller stands in his way.
Smith: Sure, for whatever that’s worth
[Pryde and Fuller circle one another at first, each looking for an opening to spring an assault. Fuller goes in to grab Pryde, but Pryde slides out of the way. Fuller turns around and is met with a kick to the gut! Fuller falls against the ropes as Pryde goes off on Fuller with lefts and rights! Fuller tries to cover up, but Pryde’s fists are too fast. Fuller falls back into the corner as Pryde climbs to the turnbuckle and just waylays Fuller’s head with a barrage of fists. The fans on the beach count along as Pryde reaches 17 punches before finally stepping down and backing away. Fuller’s head bobs back and forth, dizzy from the pounding. Pryde looks at his fist, it’s red and irritated…Fuller’s face is red and bound to swell up and bruise in his immediate future. He slowly reaches up, touches his face…he winces with each touch and finds a drop of blood coming from a cut under his eye. He looks at his finger and with his eyes half open, smiles at Pryde. It’s a bloody smile…but, apparently, the fight is on]
Smith: Pryde must have punched Fuller twenty five or thirty times!
Hood: Fuller’s face is all kinds of fucked up…but damn, the guy seems to be embracing it
Smith: Pain is what Fuller thrives on…dishing it out as well as receiving it…this match, Hood…it’s going to be brutal.
Hood: Fuck, let’s get to it then!
[Fuller steps out of the corner as Pryde has given him some time to recover. Fuller rushes at Pryde with a lariat. Pryde ducks and hits the ropes. Pryde bounces off as Fuller turns around and he drills Fuller in the face with a flying forearm!! Fuller falls back into the ropes as Pryde rushes to his feet, leaps into the air and dropkicks Fuller in the face! Fuller nearly goes over the top rope and into the cage, but he keeps himself grounded with his arm hooked over the top rope. Pryde runs up and knees Fuller in the gut, yanks him away from the ropes and clutches the back of Fuller’s head. He begins to knee Fuller in the face as Fuller is unable to escape Pryde’s clutch. The fans count along as Pryde delivers knee strike after knee strikes to Fuller’s already battered face]
Smith: Pure, unadulterated face smashing
Hood: Fuller talks a bunch of shit…he claims to LOVE pain and violence…well, we’re about to find out
Smith: Indeed
[Fuller backs himself into a corner as Pryde continues to bring knees to his face. He starts to climb the turnbuckles as Pryde jumps up until he can’t connect with knees anymore. Fuller then leaps off with his head pressed against Pryde’s and does some kind of modified head butt…or smash to the mat!! Pryde grabs his masked face in pain as Fuller rolls over and sits up against the ropes. His face is red and bloody from all the abuse he’s already received from Pryde]
Smith: Kind of a reckless move if you’re Sean Fuller…considering that Pryde has turned his face into mush.
Hood: Nah man, his face can’t feel a fucking thing at this point…may as well use that to your advantage.
Smith: It could ruin his face forever
Hood: Yea, true…that Celeste bitch would probably leave his ass…oh well, such is life as a sadistic wrestler inside a steal cage fighting a masked man from Parts Unknown on a Hawaiian Beach
Smith: Amen
[Pryde reaches his feet as Fuller is still seated on the mat. Fuller pulls himself to his feet…blood is beginning to leak from the cut under his eye…the edges of his mouth and his nose…his face is fucked. Pryde leans against the ropes and shoots off, leaping in the air with a cross body at Fuller…Fuller, though, moves out of the way and he tosses Pryde into the side of the cage!! Pryde’s body smashes into the cage, face first! The entire cage rattles as Pryde’s body falls in between the ropes and the cage…lying on the apron]
Smith: Pryde’s blind aggression cost him there
Hood: Are you saying that because of the mask?
Smith: No, I meant he’s blinded by rage
Hood: So he’s blinded by rage AND his mask…so he’s like double blind…you think that could cancel out and give him sight? You know, two blinds make a sight
Smith: I haven’t the foggiest
Hood: Ooohhh…so they create sight, but foggy sight…like a drunk man or a really old woman who refuses to wear bifocals
Smith: Please stop
[Fuller staggers around, shaking his face which continues to swell. He reaches down and grabs Pryde’s legs…he yanks Pryde back into the ring and aggressively yanks Pryde to his feet and forces him into the nearest corner. Fuller begins with some impactful forearm uppercuts which send Pryde’s head jerking back. Fuller, looking to return the favor, delivers these uppercuts over and over until Pryde’s neck looks to be hanging on by a thread. He then grabs Pryde’s head, secures it around his arm with his back to Pryde and drops him with a stunner!! Pryde falls to the mat, holding his neck in pain]
Smith: Sean Fuller in control at this point…working on Pryde’s neck, apparently
Hood: Those were some homerun type uppercuts, man…but Fuller’s face is awesome. He’s starting to look like a really fat Kenshin.
Smith: Stop it…that’s prejudiced…plus, you know we’re not supposed to name people who no longer work here.
Hood: Dude, we talk about Maurako all the time.
Smith: He’s different…management likes him
[Fuller drags Pryde into the ring like a psycho would drag a corpse…or, well, like Fuller would drag a corpse. He sits Pryde up and kicks Pryde in the top of the back, near his neck. Pryde hunches over as Fuller goes to the mat, jams his knee into Pryde’s back and applies a clutch around Pryde’s chin, jerking his head back…attempting to injure Pryde’s neck even further. If Pryde had a face, it would be wincing. Instead, he reaches out with his arms, looking for something to grasp]
Smith: Vicious head lock there by Sean Fuller…Pryde’s got absolutely no where to go.
Hood: Do you think he knows Fuller is the guy applying the lock? I mean, maybe he thinks the ref turned on him.
Smith: Why would the ref do that? He’s a generic ref with no personality whatsoever.
Hood: I don’t know, when it’s dark and you can’t see the mind plays tricks on you
Smith: I hate to ruin whatever world you live in, Hood…but Pryde can see…he would wrestle in a mask if it hid his vision.
Hood: Call me a skeptic…but I’m skeptical
[Pryde starts to muster the energy to get to his feet as Fuller is unable to keep him down from the position he’s in. Pryde fights to his feet as Fuller maintains a vice grip on Pryde’s chin…Pryde suddenly sits out and smashes the top of his head into Fuller’s chin! Fuller staggers back against the ropes as Pryde rolls backwards, onto his feet…he grabs his neck quickly from the pressure of rolling over it…Fuller stumbles off the ropes and Pryde locks him into a small package…the ref makes the count]
1!
2!
Kick Out!!
Smith: Kickout by Sean Fuller as Pryde took a bad situation and nearly turned it into a victory
Hood: More pain to Fuller’s face…I wouldn’t be shocked if his chin is all fucked up now
Smith: It could be, he took a rather large load on the chin
Hood: Haha
Smith: What?
[Pryde gets back to his feet as Fuller is on his knees…Pryde rushes at Fuller and goes for a enziguri…Fuller ducks and hooks both of Pryde’s legs with Pryde facing down. He gets to his feet and airplane spins Pryde…however, he only spins enough to slam Pryde into the cage! He yanks Pryde back and slams into the cage again and again and again with Pryde’s left shoulder repeatedly slamming into the cage. Finally, after Fuller’s arms grow tired…he flings Pryde up, locks him in a Full Nelson, lifts him into the air and slams him to the mat with a Full Nelson Slam!! Pryde lands hard and rolls over…his left arm is red and cut with blood seeking out of a decent gash. Fuller staggers back into the corner, heaving his chest from the physical exhaustion of swinging Pryde around as much as he did]
Smith: That took tremendous strength from Sean Fuller and, obviously, a tremendous amount of energy.
Hood: Yea and now Pryde’s arm is bleeding…HIS ARM IS BLEEDING
Smith: Yes, we see
Hood: I’m just saying, bleeding from your arm must suck…do you think any muscles might leak out?
Smith: I don’t think that’s how the human anatomy works, Hood
Hood: Don’t talk to me like I’m fucking stupid…you know I’m not a scientist
[Fuller spots the cut in Pryde’s arm and rushes over…he falls to his knees and claws at it, trying to rip it open…Pryde rolls his arm away and kicks at Fuller. He kicks Fuller in the chest, knocking him back. Pryde kind of crab walks back into a corner and sits against the bottom turnbuckle. Fuller gets to his feet and sprints in, looking to drill Pryde in the face with a big boot…Pryde ducks, though and Fuller’s foot crashes into the cell!! It jams his knee and he grabs his leg in pain. Pryde then leaps up and drops Fuller to the mat with a back stabber!! ]
Smith: Great quickness shown by Pryde as he knew Fuller was up to no good when dealing with his cut.
Hood: How do you know? Fuller may have been about to stitch it up or at least disinfect it
Smith: No, he was trying to rip it open
Hood: How does Pryde know? He can’t see!
Smith: Yes he can!
[Pryde heads for a nearby corner and quickly scales it, with Fuller on his feet, staggering around. Pryde leaps off with Pryde Cometh Before the Fall (Dragoncanrana)…he flips forward and lands on Fuller’s shoulders…however, while going for the huricanrana, Fuller holds on and lifts Pryde up in a powerbomb position, displaying incredible strength. He heads to the cage and slams Pryde’s back into the cage and starts to rake Pryde’s back against the cage. Pryde punches Fuller in the head, trying to get out of this predicament. Fuller then turns around and drills Pryde into the mat with a powerbomb…he sits out and holds on for the pin as the ref slides in for the count]
1!
2!
Kick Out!!
Smith: Kick Out by Pryde…the Southern Champion narrowly escaped losing his belt
Hood: Yea, powerbombs will fuck you up, man
Smith: They are quite potent
Hood: No, they are powerful…if they were potent, they’d be called Potentbombs
Smith: Fair enough
[Fuller gets to his knees and he systematically begins to punch Pryde in the forehead. Each punch is well placed and vicious with the intent to jar Pryde’s brains. After several punches, Fuller gets to his feet and pulls Pryde to his…he drags Pryde towards the side of the cage. Pryde elbows Fuller, attempting to get free, but Fuller responds by headbutting Pryde. Pryde’s legs weaken as he grabs his neck in pain. Fuller winces as his face is puffy and bloody…but he maintains his course of action. He takes Pryde by the back of the head and slams it into the cage. He rakes it across the cage, mostly the forehead…back and forth as hard as he can, grading it up against the unforgiving steel]
Smith: Fuller is wrestling with a purpose…a purpose to maim Pryde
Hood: Ah, he’s got that mask on…this is an effort in futility if you ask me
Smith: It’s not like his mask is made of metal
Hood: No, but it looks like some kind of really tough leather…like maybe Crocodile or alligator…or perhaps komodo dragon leather…yea, that’s what it’s made of.
Smith: How could you possibly know that?
Hood: I watch a lot of Animal Planet
[Fuller continues to rake away with Pryde being too fatigued to fight back. Fuller finally stops and sees a crease or a cut in Pryde’s mask. He reaches in with his fingers and starts to tear away at it. He is able to rip it apart a bit, showing some of Pryde’s forehead. Pryde starts to freak out, kicking Fuller in the legs, trying to get away. Fuller winces in pain as Pryde’s kicks are fast and harsh…he slams Pryde’s exposed forehead into the cage and gives it a hard twist, before letting go and stepping away, preserving his legs. Pryde stumbles back and falls to the mat in a seated position…we can see a cut in his forehead from the last encounter with the cage]
Smith: Pryde is busted open!
Hood: We can see his head…he’s white, Smith…he’s white!
Smith: Well of course he’s white, he wrestles in a speedo you moron
Hood: Oh…well…umm, you never know, he could spray paint himself before matches
Smith: No, he doesn’t spray paint himself before matches…otherwise it would eventually come off. The man is white…all we see is his forehead which gives us zero clues as to his identity.
Hood: Fucking kill joy
[Pryde touches his forehead and looks at the blood in his hand. Fuller immediately rushes in with a knee strike to Pryde’s head! Pryde falls back onto the mat as Fuller climbs on top of him for a pin attempt…the ref makes the count]
1!
2!
Kick Out!
Smith: Kick out by Pryde…he escapes defeat yet again
Hood: What do you think he thinks that substance is
Smith: Umm, blood…and, he can see, by the way
Hood: Well, it could feel like syrup, or maybe honey
Smith: Why on earth would there be honey in the ring?
Hood: As a trick to lure people in? Honey is very tasty
Smith: No
[Fuller gets back to his knees and assaults Pryde with punches to the cut in his forehead. Fuller’s face is still puffy, red and bloody. Fuller then goes to Pryde’s left arm, searching for that gash, looking to rip it open. His bloodlust is obvious…Pryde uses the advantage Fuller’s bloodlust has offered and lifts his leg up, kicking Fuller in his puffy face. Fuller falls back and slowly sits up. Pryde rolls over and climbs to his feet. Pryde walks up and kicks Fuller in the face, knocking him back to the mat. He then climbs the nearest turnbuckle…he reaches the top and leaps off with a flying punch to Fuller’s face!! It connects and Fuller’s body writhes about in pain. Pryde then stands up and looks towards the cage door…the forehead portion of his mask hangs in front of his eye…Pryde reaches up and rips it off…but is careful in doing so to not expose anymore skin. He then walks for the door as the ref on the outside starts to open it]
Smith: Our first legitimate escape attempt…if Pryde makes it out, it’s over and he retains.
Hood: I hope it doesn’t end this way…just strolling out the fucking door…that would really suck
Smith: A win is a win, don’t you always say that?
Hood: Well, yea, by cheating and weapons and maybe voodoo spells…but not walking out of a door. Shit, people do that all the time
[Pryde reaches the door as Fuller reaches his feet…he sees Pryde attempting an exit and rushes in, lifting a knee into Pryde’s back! His body flies through the ropes with his head slamming into the steel beam the door is hinged on. His body nearly falls out of the cage as Fuller hangs onto his left foot…Fuller then runs backwards, pulling Pryde safely back into the cage. Pryde rolls over onto his stomach with a steady stream of bloody trickling from his wound. The puffy faced Fuller heads over for Pryde…Pryde reaches up and he low blows Fuller!! Fuller hunches over, staggering back…Pryde, from his knees, uppercuts Fuller, knocking him back against the ropes. Pryde gets to his feet and he backhands Fuller in the face, arrogantly. Fuller’s face is still puffy and red…Pryde takes the back of Fuller’s head, turns him around and rakes Fuller’s puffy face against the chain linked steel]
Smith: Okay, this is going to be nasty
Hood: Yea man, he’s all puffed up…gonna pop some pressure packed blood filled cheeks and shit
Smith: Pryde has definitely lost it tonight…he’s slumped to Fuller’s level
Hood: It’s just like popping a pimple
Smith: Yea, a pimple the size of a golf ball filled with blood
Hood: Hey, I didn’t have acne, okay…so I can’t relate to your teenage horror stories
[Fuller is finally released as he falls back against the mat…his cheeks are bleeding along with the cut under his eye. A few of the pressure pockets were busted as his face is now a bloody mess. Pryde heads towards Fuller and stands over him…he places his boot on Fuller’s face and grinds it into the cuts as Fuller squirms about. Pryde looks up at the ref and yells ‘ask him!’…the ref goes down at asks Fuller if he wants to give up, Fuller, of course says ‘no’]
Smith: Ick…this is too much, I don’t think I can watch
Hood: Yea, well Pryde has a huge advantage when it comes to doing things which are hard to watch
Smith: If you’re going to mention something about him not being able to see, stop now
Hood: Why? So you can mask the truth? Just like how Pryde masks his vision? It’s a conspiracy!
Smith: Stop it
[Pryde finally stops and stomps on the face of Fuller for good measure. He then heads for the side of the cage and grabs the links, testing their strength. He starts to aside the side of the cage as the crowd rises with anticipation. Fuller rolls over and sees Pryde climbing. His face is swollen and bloody. He reaches his feet and starts to climb as well. Pryde stops about halfway, kicking down at Fuller. Fuller, though, catches Pryde’s leg and he goes to grab Pryde’s other leg…Fuller’s feet are on the top rope…before Fuller can grab Pryde’s other leg, Pryde swings off the cage, hooks Fuller around the neck and tosses him from the top rope with a huricanrana!! Fuller lands hard on the mat as does Pryde. Pryde grabs his neck, as it’s still sore from earlier before crawling over to Fuller and hooking his leg for the pin, the ref makes the count]
1!
2!
Shoulder Up!!
Smith: Fuller avoids near defeat…what a huricanrana…I mean, that’s pretty close to Pryde’s finisher
Hood: Close, but not quite…but quit changing the subject, let’s talk about this conspiracy
Smith: What conspiracy?
Hood: How Pryde can’t see so OCW has the officials tell him what to do during the match, it’s unfair
Smith: That is ludicrous and would be no advantage whatsoever…please, just stop thinking
Hood: I can’t, not when injustice is taking place before my very eyes…eyes, Pryde…it’s what we use to see things and witness heinous crimes!
Smith: He can’t hear you
Hood: You mean the mask makes him deaf too?
Smith: Oh for the love
[Pryde now crawls over Fuller, heading for the cage door…Fuller, though, grabs Pryde’s leg and punches Pryde in the abdomen a few times, yanking him back, away from the door. Pryde sees Fuller as a major obstacle between himself and the door and decides for the path of least resistance. He reaches his feet and heads for the nearest cage wall and begins to climb. Fuller notices Pryde’s movements and goes after him again. Pryde is climbing faster than before as his hands reach the top of the cage. Fuller is standing on the top rope and he uses it to propel himself a few feet in the air before latching onto the cage. He climbs quickly…Pryde is on top of the cage, lying on his stomach with one leg on either side. Fuller grabs Pryde’s foot and uses it to keep Pryde in position as he continues his ascension to the top]
Smith: Both competitors are nearing the top of the cage…this won’t be good
Hood: About time, I was wondering when we’d have our obligatory “top of the cage” moment
Smith: We don’t have to have one of these, you know
Hood: It’s Pay Per View time…we absolutely need one of these
[Fuller reaches the top, along with Pryde. Fuller gets to his feet first as he’s had a grip on Pryde’s leg the entire time. Once on his feet, he goes to stomp on Pryde…Pryde rolls onto his back and grabs Fuller’s foot. He shoves it back…Fuller staggers, nearly falling off the top. Pryde, amazingly, kicks up on top of the cage and is now at his feet. He throws a few leg kicks at Fuller, attempting to take out his base. Fuller responds with a stiff right hand, sending Pryde reeling backwards. The fans on the beach and surrounding the ring are on their feet in anticipation as this is quite a visual spectacle]
Smith: I can’t take this…someone is going to fall and injure themselves
Hood: And it will be awesome…I can’t get enough of this
Smith: The sick thing is I think both men might actually thrive on the pain from a fall…considering their demeanors within that cage.
Hood: No pain no gain, man…didn’t you see that shitty Mark Wahlberg movie?
Smith: For a Michael Bay film, I found it to be pretty okay
Hood: True
[Pryde throws a leg kick at Fuller’s ribcage…Fuller catches his kick! Pryde is left hopping on one leg…Fuller reaches out and grips Pryde’s throat…he squeezes down, attempting to crush the breath right out of Pryde. In doing so, he releases Pryde’s foot…Pryde lifts a straight kick right into Fuller’s groin!! Fuller releases his grip on Pryde’s throat and falls to his knees. Pryde then leaps forward with a summersault and lands on Fuller’s shoulders and tosses Fuller with Pryde Cometh Before the Fall off the top of the cage!! Pryde doesn’t commit fully to the move as he holds on to the top of the cage with his hands. Fuller, though, falls all the way from the top down to the mat…he lands on his feet with one of his ankles bending all the way to the side!! He quickly grabs it and curls up into the fetal position…it’s hard to tell if it’s broken or just really twisted]
Smith: Oh No! That ankle has to be snapped in half…no way it could sustain that kind of fall.
Hood: Fucking brutal! Yes!
Smith: Please, stop, a professional wrestler in his prime may have just been permanently maimed in front of us.
Hood: Hey man, shit happens
[The ref checks on Fuller…or attempts to anyway, as Fuller grabs the ref by the face and shoves him away. The ref bumps hard on the mat and sits up, in pain. Pryde looks down at Fuller from the top of the cage as he’s climbed back up there. He then looks down at the ocean on the other side…the fans yell “Jump! Jump!”]
Smith: It’s over now…all Pryde has to do is jump into the ocean…a nice, easy landing and he retains.
Hood: But there are sharks in the ocean
Smith: That water is crystal clear, I don’t see anything
Hood: Yes, it’s called the camo shark…it blends in with air and stuff
Smith: Even if that WERE true…most sharks that use camouflage as a defense mechanism are typically harmless to people.
Hood: Not this one, he’s fucking deadly as the black plague or whatever that thing was back in the day. Great whites actually have never attacked a human…neither have bull sharks..it’s all been the camo shark. But nobody can see him, so they just blame it on those other harmless fish.
Smith: Whatever
[Pryde looks down at the ocean again and then at the fans who keep chanting for him to jump. He nods at the fans…but then turns around and looks down at Fuller. The fans grow silent as Pryde leaps off the top of the cage, performs a Shooting Star Press and lands right on top of Fuller!! The impact causes both men to bounce off the canvas a few inches with Pryde rolling off of Fuller, kicking his legs and clutching his abdomen! Fuller is laid out, not moving as the ref looks on, wide eyed…the fans chant “Shit Fucking Holy”]
Smith: These Hawaiians…do they not understand how to chant?
Hood: No shit, if you’re going to chant something…chant it right
Smith: I thought they’d be more knowledgeable, to be honest
Hood: I’m not that surprised, I mean they treat Grenier like he’s some kind of lord of the lava.
Smith: Indeed
[Pryde’s pain subsides enough for him to crawl on top of Fuller with a pin attempt. The ref moves into view and begins to count]
1!
2!
SHOULDER UP!!
Smith: Fuller kicked out...unbelievable!
Hood: No man, he shouldered up! You keep fucking that up
Smith: Sorry, I’m just used to saying kicked out
Hood: Yea, well people can’t kick with their shoulders…maybe thrust
Smith: Impressive thrust by Fuller?!
Hood: Nah, sounds like you’re giving play by play on a porno
[Pryde rises to a kneeling position shaking his head while looking down at the battered and bloodied Fuller. Pryde grabs Fuller’s head and he starts to pummel away on him, lefts and rights reign down on Fuller as he can’t cover up. Pryde then gets to his feet and he pulls Fuller to his…he quickly notices Fuller’s left ankle is lame, causing Fuller to hop around. Pryde immediately drills Fuller to the mat with a lariat! He grabs Fuller’s left leg, turns Fuller around and locks the injured ankle in an Ankle Lock! Fuller’s bloody, puffy face grimaces in pain as he musters every ounce of energy he has to not submit. The ref asks him and he continually shakes his head ‘no’]
Smith: This is bad, Hood. Pryde is going to snap that ankle
Hood: If it snaps, it snaps…dig it?
Smith: Are you channeling our former president?
Hood: Nah, I was thinking about Slim Jims
Smith: Ohhh, gotcha
[Pryde turns and turns on the ankle, pushing it to its breaking point. Fuller will not give up…he refuses to give up. Pryde, with an exposed, crimson forehead and bloodied arm gives it one, final jerk…the ankle almost snaps, moving further than it had previously. Fuller’s body begins to convulse as Pryde lets go of the ankle…Fuller clutches it and curls up. The ref rushes in and inspects his ankle…Pryde moves in for the kill, the ref tries to stop him]
Smith: He broke it…oh my gosh, I think he broke it
Hood: Damn, this is probably the greatest night in Fuller’s life
Smith: Why on Earth would you say that?
Hood: Dude loves pain, right? Well that looked pretty fucking painful to me
[Pryde shoves the ref out of the way…he bounces around and lands against the ropes, seemingly unhurt. Pryde yanks Fuller to his feet…Fuller is only on one leg. Pryde drags Fuller to the cage and he slams Fuller’s head into the cage repeatedly until Fuller can barely stand. He then knees Fuller in the gut, lifts him up, holds him in the air in a display of great strength before dropping Fuller to the mat with a jackhammer! Pryde goes for the pin as the ref makes the count]
1!
2!
Kick Out!
Smith: Stay down Fuller…geez, he’s going to cripple you
Hood: He’s already crippled…what more does he have to lose?
Smith: His life
Hood: So, yea, nothing worth holding onto
Smith: Rude!
[Pryde slams the mat with his fist, angry and frustrated. He reaches his feet again…the ref, once again, tries to plead with Pryde to leave Fuller alone and simply exit the cage. Pryde grows tired of the ref’s begging and he punches the ref in the face!! The ref falls to the mat, slowly moving. Pryde then turns his attention back to Fuller, lifting him up…Fuller, on one leg, grabs the arm of the distracted Pryde, locks in a tight armbar and quickly drops Pryde to the mat with Down The Alley! The fans rise with shock at how the move came from nowhere!! Pryde is motionless on the mat as Fuller drags his body over to Pryde. He rolls Pryde over, pinning him. He yells at the ref who looks up…slowly, the ref counts]
1….
2…….
KICK OUT!!
Smith: Pryde kicked out of Down the Alley!
Hood: Shit, Fuller with one leg and like no vision is still fucking dangerous
Smith: Like a wounded bear or snake
Hood: Or cow
Smith: Cow?
Hood: Cows can be fucking mean man
[Sean rolls off of Pryde and tries to get to his feet…he finds it very difficult…his left leg is useless as it seems the foot is hanging on by a thread. He tries to pick Pryde up off the mat, but falls down doing so. He yells out in anger and slaps the mat with his palms. Pryde sits up, slowly, looking over at the angry and semi-lame Fuller. He shakes his head, realizing he almost lost the match despite Fuller’s significant injuries. Pryde returns to his feet and walks over to Fuller. Fuller kicks Pryde in the shin with his good leg…Pryde staggers back. Pryde responds with a front kick to Fuller’s face, knocking him back. Pryde pulls Fuller to his feet…Fuller knees Pryde in the gut with his left knee. Pryde doubles over…Fuller hooks him for a DDT…Pryde, though, grabs Fuller’s left ankle and jerks it…Fuller lets go of Pryde, staggering back. Pryde then leaps in the air and drops Fuller with Pryde Cometh Before the Fall!! Pryde holds on for the pin as the ref makes the count]
1!
2!
3!!
NO!
KICK OUT!
Smith: Geebus!
Hood: It’s official, Sean Fuller is a maniac
Smith: And he said he didn’t want the title
Hood: It’s not about the title, Smith…it’s about proving to be the more vicious of the two.
Smith: He’s doing a great job of it…nobody has ever kicked out of that move...
Hood: A first time for everything
[Pryde hurries to Fuller’s left leg…he twists Fuller over and applies another ankle lock. Pryde is intent on making Fuller submit this time. The ref pleads with Fuller to tap…Fuller denies tapping…he refuses to tap. Pryde yanks on the ankle as much as he can…Fuller grimaces and pulls on his air, but he will not quit]
Smith: Give it up!
Hood: This is fascinating
Smith: No, it’s disgusting and sad
[Fuller suddenly begins laughing as Pryde looks down at the ankle, seeing that it physically cannot twist any further without coming off. He slings Fuller’s leg to the ground and grabs Fuller’s head…he lifts Fuller’s head up, face to face with his, holding onto Fuller’s head. Pryde yells something at Fuller before hooking his face and dropping him with a DDT in the middle of the ring. Pryde gets back to his feet and looks down at Fuller…Fuller crawls towards Pryde]
Smith: I think Fuller has reached a new level of insanity…he’s beyond human in some facet at this point
Hood: I don’t think there’s anything Pryde can do to keep this guy down…or make him quit
Smith: Nope, mentally, he’s broken
[Pryde stomps Fuller in the face…he keeps coming…he stomps him in the face again, Fuller keeps coming. Finally, Pryde spits in Fuller’s face and throws his hands at him…as if signaling he’s done with this. Pryde heads for the door. Fuller gets to his feet and tries to chase Pryde, but his left ankle gives way and he falls to the mat, holding it in pain. Pryde reaches the door…he looks back one last time at Fuller who is crawling his way, inch by inch towards Pryde. Pryde simply shakes his head before exiting the cage. The bell rings]
Belvedere: Here is your winner…AND STILL OCW SOUTHERN CHAMPION….PRYDE!!!!!
Smith: Pryde retains…he finally just threw in the towel
Hood: Hey, nothing wrong with throwing in the towel if it means sweet, sweet victory
Smith: Pryde started this match in a dark place…he maimed and crippled Sean Fuller…but, I think, in the end we saw that while Fuller is mentally broken…there still resides some humanity within Pryde.
Hood: So, you’re saying Pryde is of this world
Smith: Sure, if that’s what you take away from my previous statement.
[Pryde wipes blood away from his forehead and looks at the cut on his arm. Everything seems to be okay…he rotates his stiff neck back and forth, finding it to be alright as well. He reaches the beach and is handed his title before heading off up the ramp and disappearing back into the city of tents where the OCW staff and roster are residing. Back in the ring, Fuller is being attended to by several medical personnel. He tries fighting them off…punching, kicking and biting them. Finally, one of them hits him with a tranquilizer]
Hood: Shit, they are treating him like a fucking animal
Smith: Because he’s acting like one!
Hood: Hey, if the guy wants to crawl all the way back to the beach…I say let him.
Smith: That would be inhumane...Sean Fuller needs medical attention and he needs it now!
[Finally, with Fuller subdued…they are able to carry him out of the ring, back to the beach and into the tented area]
Smith: Folks, that was undoubtedly one of the most violent matches we’ve ever witnessed here in OCW. Let’s hope Sean Fuller, despite his craziness, comes out of this okay.
Hood: It was awesome man, I’m having a GREAT time
~We cut back to the OCW Studio. Cheasy wipes some 'sweat' from his brow~
Cheasy M: Wowee! I don't know anybody who'd want to be locked inside a cage with Sean Fuller. Pryde not only survived, but thrived. What a match! That, my friends, is a glimpse into what you can probably expect from Peter Vaughn moving forward. Peter Vaughn will, as we heard earlier this evening, be defending his Craze Championship against Mike Zybala at House of Cards. Alright, action like that deserves a commercial break...so let's pause for a moment and come right back...after a message from our favorite sponsor...GREGORY POBLANO!
~The scene cuts into a black and white shot of the OCW Savage Championship draped over the right shoulder of its brand new owner, Brim. The camera pans out to a wide shot of the champ, a menacing scowl across his face as he stares directly into the camera. Stitches are visible, lined across his forehead, a true testament of the savage that he is. Brim looks down to his right, taking a moment to take in the glory of the title belt before looking back towards the camera~
Brim: Do you guys know who I am now?
~He begins to pace from side to side~
Brim: Does all your questions finally have answers? This Savage Championship perfectly describes who I am inside of that ring. A relative unknown.. Working his way all the way up towards.. Second place..
~He admires the title once again~
Brim: Don’t get me wrong, this here.. It’s a nice consolation prize and all but it’s not what I came for. Like I said over the past month, it was either OCW Championship or bust and to be real.. I didn’t work this hard and put it all on the line, just to end up, second..
“If you’re not first, your last!”
~A voice from behind the camera says causing Brim to roll his eyes~
Brim: Bro, you really need to get out of this hole more often and stop watching those fucking movies..
Byson Kaliban: Talladega Nights is a classic and you know it!
~Brim ignores him and continues on~
Brim: As I was saying, Lux! You and me, we got some unfinished business. See, there are lines and you my guy! You backflipped over this one.. Kick a man in the nuts, eh, that’s tolerable. Forearm a man across his nuts and you’ll probably get a pass. Hell, you can even stomp a man in the nuts and you could maybe, possibly be forgiven. But what YOU did!
~Brim points at the camera~
Brim: What you did was an unforgivable act.. See, what you did was grab my balls with your hands and fondled them ever so aggressively. So, not only were you able to beat me and walk out of the Prison Yard Match with the OCW Championship. But you made it your duty to try and make it impossible for me to have some little ones running around.
~Brim pauses to ponder for a moment~
Brim: Not that I want the little fuckers but it’s the principle. And for that, the target that I have set on you has become even bigger and at House of Cards.. I’m gonna need for you to run me my round back! You wanna twist motherfuckas nuts and shit, I’m gonna make sure that I finish what we started this past Sunday night. Only this time, there won’t be any flying Zybalas or Vaughns. Just two men, in a ring ready to throw these hands. You got something that I want and I’m damn sure coming for it..
~Brim confidently turns from the camera as another figure walks into the view. It’s an old but familiar face as Duce’s father and current co-holder of the OCW Tag Team Championships with his son, Krayzie steps into frame. He’s holding a briefcase in his clutches, looking calmly into the camera~
Krayzie: Y’know, this past Sunday, I was sitting at home.. Feet kicked up, throwing back a cold one and watching some Quarantined when these two assholes popped up on the screen. Let me see..
~Krayzie snaps his finger a few times to help jog his memory~
Krayzie: That’s right, Bourbon and Knuckles! Y’all boys had the nerve to interrupt a damn good Pay Per Vi…
~He pauses for a moment~
Krayzie: Well.. I do gotta thank y’all cause it was some bullshit going on before y’all took over but either way. As one half of the current OCW Tag Team Champions.. I feel that the challenge was laid out and me.. Well I might be a trip and fall away from hitting fifty but if Outcast can wake up from a coma and make it as far as he did in that Prison Yard Match. I’m pretty sure I could lace up my boots one more time to show the both you No Good Bastards as y’all say, a thing or two about how we roll over here in OCDub. Hell I’m even willing to put up the tag straps since ya crave gold so much. But you see my only dilemma in defending these...
~Krayzie lifts up the briefcase which we would assume that the tag titles are currently residing~
Krayzie: Is the fact that my tag partner has somehow come up missing. But if ya asked me, I could probably take y’all own with anyone as a partner and walk out with the belts. Matter of fact. Byson!
Byson Kaliban: What the fuck!?
Krayzie: If these two want a fight, me and my son have no problem with stepping in that ring with them.
Byson Kaliban: Can we talk about this?
~The feed cuts. We are taken back to Cheasy inside the OCW Studio~
Cheasy M: If you didn't already catch this fact last Sunday...Brim means business. And I can't blame him, especially considering the tactics Lux used to avoid defeat. Brim will get his shot at revenge on July 25th at House of Cards.
~The camera cuts. Cheasy adjusts~
Cheasy M: But what about the reveal that Krayzie is willing to return and defend his OCW tag team titles with Byson at his side against...Thunder Knuckles and Bobby Bourbon? B.O.B. hijacked the Quarantined broadcast with some harsh, incendiary words. They challenged someone to step up and, well, wouldn't you know...one of OCW's most veteran members answered the call. I don't know when or, more importantly, WHERE these teams will do battle...but it's going to happen. But WILL Bourbon and Knuckles put their belts on the line? They'd be cowards, not bastards, if they didn't.
~The Hall of Fame logo appears~
Cheasy M: Now, onto happier topics. The treasured OCW Hall of Fame received a new inductee this past Sunday...voted in, unanimously by his peers, Vincent Langston joined the greatest of the greats. And now here he is...the man himself with some words on his career and induction!
~We cut away from Cheasy to a shot of Vincent "The Legend" Langston, proudly sitting next to a Hall of Fame trophy delivered to him. He appears to be in a parking lot, with the trophy propped up in the passenger seat of his dark-green Humvee. Langston doesn't smile at the camera, as it's never been his way. But this could very well be the happiest we've ever seen the big man.~
Vincent Langston - I got to say, I never thought a day like this would ever come. When I entered the wrestling business after my military career ended, I was in... a different state of mind. OCW helped work out a lot of those issues, and I'll be forever grateful to the company for that. Being a wrestler opened up so many doors for a veteran like me, helping me become, if not a better man, at least a stronger one.
~Langston sits back in his seat, thinking about everything that happened in his OCW career.~
Vincent Langston - I still remember the thrill that I got entering into the Margarita Mix. At the time, most people didn't understand my war-time nickname of "The Legend", stating that I didn't deserve to call myself that. But when Melinda and I defeated Curt Canon & Scott Syren to win the Tag-Team Titles, well, I didn't think things were going to get any better than that. But soon after, I experienced a whole new high: getting to wrestle WITHOUT Melinda holding me back.
~Langston laughs, an emotionless chuckle that is nonetheless joined by many of the people who worked with Melinda Rhodes over the years. It's all in good fun, as Langston hasn't seen Rhodes in a really long time at this point.~
Vincent Langston - In OCW, I got to test myself against the best of the best, as well as guys like Iggy Hardy. I took that motherfucker down to become the OCW Savage Champion. That was a fun ten months. I hope Brim there is taking care of that belt. It's got a hell of a legacy, kid, keep it strong and defend it well. Keep making it count for something, because if you hurt its prestige, then some of us former champs might come looking for you.
~There's a quick nod to the camera before Langston continues.~
Vincent Langston - Winning the all-star match and becoming the "Face of OCW" will always be a treasured memory, and I suppose that's what earned me this honor. I know that the other wrestlers brought their A-Games as well to that one, which made winning all the sweeter. Much respect to all of those guys, helping a guy like me reach the OCW Hall of Fame. I am deeply honored and humbled by this gesture, so thanks to everyone out there who voted for me. I will remember this always.
~Langston reaches out towards the camera, which is likely just a cell phone, but pauses for a second, before looking closer into the lens.~
Vincent Langston - And since I'm in the Hall now, I believe that makes me eligible for another championship. So Matt Meyhu, you ever want to give a fellow Legend a shot at that Hall of Fame Title you're still touting, shoot me a text and we'll get it done. Consider the gauntlet thrown down. Now, I've got some work to take care of, so again, thank you... and maybe we'll see you all sooner than you think.
~The large hand reaches forward, grabbing the phone and yanking it off the dashboard. Langston then takes it, getting out of the Humvee, causing a crazy camera angle for a second. It appears that Langston has the trophy in his other hand, although it's hard to tell for sure. We then see Langston start to walk forward, holding the camera a little more stable as we head towards the front door of what appears to be a soup kitchen. There's a large line of people waiting to come in and get some free food, to fight off starvation. One of the men in line waves, calling out to "Mr. Langston", greeting him warmly, as the picture finally starts to fade out.~
Cheasy M: Spoken like a true legend! He never did get to face Meyhu during his run. I think a Langston/Meyhu Hall of Fame Championship match would be LEGENDARY, for sure! Meyhu's certainly around. Will it happen? We'll have to wait and see! Alright, time for a quick commercial break...when we return...MONTHLY AWARDS!
~Cheasy casually but not so subtly drops this little bit of unannounced info before we quickly cut to another segment~
~The scene opens to Outcast driving down the highway and using his phone… NOT HANDS FREE! Outcast shakes his head and rolls his eyes at what he hears on the phone, but the voice on the other end is not audible to the crowd~
Outcast: Look, I know you aren’t the biggest fan of him either, but that you put your differences aside with him, but you still owe me one.
Phone: *Inaudible*
Outcast: I know I told you not to worry about it, but I owe this son of a b*tch and I can’t just let what he did slide. I’m just preoccupied right now.
Phone: *Inaudible*
Outcast: Look, I can’t let this slide, if I wait a month to get revenge I’ll look like a little b*tch.
Phone: *Inaudible*
Outcast: Don’t talk to me about my language. Are you going to do this or not?
Phone: *Inaudible*
Outcast: Ok, good.
~Outcast hangs the phone up and tosses it in the seat beside him. He gives a giant smirk as the scene fades out~
~The garage doors to the OCW Arena are open and through them cruises a Chrysler Seabreeze Convertible with the top down and in the driver’s, seat is Mike Zybala. The Seabreeze screeches to a halt and Zybala shuts the engine off and hops out~
Mike Zybala: “Make sure you park it where someone won’t scratch it”
~Zybala says as he tosses the keys to the valet without even looking. As the keys fly towards the valet, a hand flies into the scene in front of the valet’s face and catches the keys. The hand is covered in a black glove, but the rest of the appendage is not shown as the scene focuses on Zybala as he walks into the arena whistling and stopping to throw a few random superkicks. As the scene fades out and back into the OCW Studio~
Cheasy M: Who knew Zybala drove a Seabreeze? I always pictured him in a clown car.
~Cheasy flashes a huge grin, trying to sell the joke~
Cheasy M: Haha, nah, but seriously...Mike's a good guy. Hopefully he can claim gold at House of Cards against his protege turned enemy, Peter Vaughn! However, speaking of achievements...
~The camera cuts. Cheasy swivels. Behind him is a graphic for awards~
Cheasy M: Let's take a look at who captured what, award wise, for the month of June!
Cheasy M: So glad the awards are back! Well deserved by everyone involved...nice to see Curt Canon snag one last accolade.
~The camera cuts. Cheasy adjusts~
Cheasy M: Well, we’re just about winding down here...so let’s toss it to one more commercial break. After that, we’ll get a look at the updated rankings!
~A commercial for House of Cards plays~
OCW Presents: House of Cards
LIVE! Sunday, July 25th, 2021
Location: TBD
OCW Championship
Paradigm Championship
Craze Championship
Contenders Match
No Disqualification Match
Xavier Lux (c) vs. Brim (c)
Ladder Match
Outcast (c) vs. Dylan Thomas
Hazardous Ladder Match
Peter Vaughn (c) vs. Mike Zybala
Caged Ladder Match
Ed Houston vs. Thaddeus Duke
~Mack sits at a dimly lit bar. He stares straight ahead, in the middle of a calm but firm rant. The bartender is nearby, not really paying attention but nodding along as they do their work.~
Mack: ...and I just wanted out. I was done with this shit, man. I thought I'd do the right thing and hand over the belt, you know? It was the honorable thing to do. And what does this bitch do? She sends her little errand boy to my home to steal back the one thats rightfully mine. I didn't want to make it a big deal, I just wanted it back. So fine. Fine, I said. I'll get back in the ring to take back whats mine. "Have it your way" you know? So I do it. And I rightfully take back my TransAtlantic belt.
~He takes a large gulp of beer.~
Mack: And what does this bitch do? She sends someone in to ambush me. Someone who isn't even contracted with the company. Hits me with a cheap shot, gets the quick pin, then leaves. Fuckin' bullshit.
Voice: If you're so pissed off about it, then why don't you just quit?
~Mack glances over his shoulder, immediately sitting up.~
Mack: Gregory Poblano.
~Poblano steps forward, sitting down on the stool next to Mack's. He's wearing a white suit with a black undershirt. He's smoking a cigar.~
Mack: What are you doing here?
Poblano: Same as you... Having a drink.
~Poblano gives the bartender a little wave with his finger. The bartender immediately begins making some sort of handcrafted drink as if his life depended on it.~
Poblano: Except I'm not going to have a drink and spend three hours moaning and groaning like you've been doing.
Mack: People come to bars to vent. Can I not vent?
Poblano: It's a free country. You can do whatever you want, Mr. O'Connor.
Mack: You know my name?
Poblano: You're damn right I do. I pay for ads in that cute little fighting pit of a company down the road there. So I pay attention to the acts.
Mack: I saw. I always thought you had your hand in guns and narcotics... Not law firms and insurance.
~Poblano smiles, letting out a puff of cigar smoke~
Poblano: I am what they call "diversified."
Mack: Whatever.
~The bartender sets down a cocktail in front of Poblano. He smiles.~
Poblano: Let me tell you something, O'Connor, no one makes a better Manhattan than our pal Ollie here.
~The bartender smiles, nodding his head.~
Bartender: Thank you, Mr. Poblano.
~Poblano takes a sip, smacks his lips together in delight, then looks back to Mack.~
Poblano: All I'm trying to say to you, O'Connor, is I've been watching you come in here for the last two nights, in addition to this one, moaning about the same thing as the night before. And frankly, and I can't speak for Ollie here, most of us are tired of listening to it. So man to man, I say you either do something about it or leave the company.
Mack: I can't leave the company. If I lose my contract, I have to go back to prison. Being employed is a requirement of my parole.
Poblano: Hell, I'll get you a job if it means you stop coming into my bar griping like a prepubescent girl. My sign guy for my furniture store just quit. I can have you waving signs on the corner of the street by tomorrow morning.
Mack: I'm not waving your fucking signs, Poblano.
~Poblano leans in close.~
Poblano: Then I suggest you go and do something about it.
~Mack stands up, chugging whats left of his beer. He pulls his wallet out.~
Poblano: Don't worry about it. It's on the house this time.
Mack: Is this really your bar?
Poblano: Like I said, O'Connor... Diversified.
~Mack pauses, pulling out a $5 bill and dropping it on the counter.~
Mack: Thanks, Ollie.
~Mack moves to the exit.~
Poblano: Let me know if you change your mind. I pay my sign guys quite well.
Mack: Blow me.
~Mack leaves. Poblano smiles for a moment, then turns on the barstool back to the bartender.~
Poblano: Ollie, have I ever told you about the time Adam West and I double penetrated Liz Taylor? Ah, to be young again!
~We cut back to the OCW Studio and Cheasy M~
Cheasy M: Mack certainly is a grumpy goose, isn’t he?
~Cheasy chuckles at his lame as fuck use of alliteration~
Cheasy M: But who wouldn’t be after the month he’s had, am I right? Fought all month to win back what was stolen from him only to have an unsigned talent sneak attack him and claim it for herself. Which, begs the question...where is Vhodka Marie? Where is the TransAtlantic Championship? I’m guessing we’ll get more information on that...next week!
~Camera cut...it’s Standings time!~
Cheasy M: Oh boy! I know this is one of your favorite parts of the program...so let’s get right to it. These standings have seen a radical reconstruction after Quarantined...so let’s see who’s moved up and who...has moved down!
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Cheasy M: Lux with a big jump into first...that’s what winning the OCW Title will do for ya, folks. Dylan Thomas holding strong. Zybala, holding strong as well. Peter Vaughn working to keep up with the top three. Brim and Outcast with big bumps to get into the mix. Ed Houston a little bit behind...and, there’s Thaddeus Duke’s beautiful name making its debut.
~Camera cut. Cheasy adjusts~
Cheasy M: As you can see, Zybala and Thomas both earned title shots at House of Cards via their impressive ranking. While the rankings may not guarantee you a title shot...they sure do help. How do you get rankings points? Segments. Character Development pieces. Newswire posts. Interviews. Stay active and you will be rewarded!
~Alright, we’re just about done here...let’s take one more commercial break~
~The video changes to another location. After all, if it didn't change locations, it wouldn't exactly be a different shot, would it? I suppose you could just turn it and face another wall in the same room, but people would still see the movement. Unless you timed the cut just right, then it wouldn't be a problem. Well, let me assure you that this is actually in a different room entirely from the previous segment. It might even be a completely unique building, although that's not guaranteed, as we record almost everything from the same spot to save money. Anyhow, all clear? Good. Let's get back to business.~
~We find ourselves in a back room, where Peter "The Janitor" Vaughn is sitting quietly in the dark. He seems to be deep in thought, contemplating the horrors of the world, or just thinking about the newest flavors of Pop Tarts. Who really knows what's going on in a mind, especially one like this? The door opens, sending a little light into the room. We see Pryde stepping in, reaching over and flipping the switch before closing the door. He then stands there, studying Vaughn to make sure everything's safe before moving forward.~
Pryde: How are you doing, Peter? How's your back feeling?
Peter Vaughn: Healing. Like it always does.
Pryde: I always used to think that was your best feature, if I can be frank with you. Back in the GCWA, no matter what I threw at you, you always bounced back.
~Vaughn shakes his head, staying seated. He looks like, once again, he's fighting to contain an inner rage that wants to explode outwards. Pryde takes note, making sure to stay back, although he seems somewhat pleased with Vaughn's current state.~
Pryde: You know, a lot of people are still talking about how you were the star at Quarantined.
Peter Vaughn: The star? Three people outlasted me...
Pryde: Yes, but are they the ones remembered? You and maybe Lux will be the ones people talk about when they look back on this event in a year's time. Your willingness to risk your neck leaping off the top again and again showed the world exactly what we wanted them to see. You were a whirlwind out there. No one's going to underestimate you again.
Peter Vaughn: Maybe so, but that doesn't change the fact that Outcast and Brim screwed me. Four people left, and I'm about to send Brim packing, and Outcast has to get involved... serves him right, getting himself eliminated after that.
Pryde: Exactly my point, Peter. Outcast saw you as a bigger threat than Brim, and it took a double-team to put you down after a long, violent match. The fans will remember this.
~Pryde notices something sitting to the side and moves over to it, slowly reaching out to pick it up. It's the OCW Craze Championship, still shined up and looking like a million bucks (although likely it cost a lot less than that, since Marcus was a cheapskate). Vaughn sees him holding the belt and stands up immediately. Pryde turns and hands it over without a word, with Vaughn staring at it as if hypnotized.~
Pryde: You know who's held this belt? Ed Houston. Mike Best. Perfect Paul Paras. Scorpion. And now Peter Vaughn. You're in the history books now, Peter.
~Vaughn doesn't say a word, as he's still mesmerized by the belt. Pryde walks slightly closer to him.~
Pryde: And you know what the best part is? The wrestlers who DIDN'T leave with belts. You can claim victories over Hall of Famer Curt Canon. Former World Champion Ed Houston. The worthless Dylan Thomas, who you sent packing yourself. And... Mike Zybala.
~The name finally breaks Vaughn's trance, as he turns and glares at Pryde for a moment, finally fully listening.~
Pryde: You know Zybala's long-running goal has always been to hold OCW gold. He told you that himself, didn't he? And you helped cost him that goal once more. You've kept him from being a champion, kept him from earning anything towards becoming a Hall of Famer here. At this point, you're closer to that goal than he is.
Peter Vaughn: Zybala without a title. I will admit, that gives me a nice, warm feeling inside. But it's not enough...
Pryde: No, of course it's not, Peter. But remember... this is only the beginning. By winning this title, you kept your position here at OCW, while Zybala and the rest had to beg and crawl for a chance to stick around. Curt Canon became the first man gone, written out of the equation, while you stayed as a proven commodity. Now, it's all about continuing your way up the ladder. You're going to beat them all, Peter.
Peter Vaughn: Damn right I am.
~Vaughn turns back to the gold, admiring the belt once again. Pryde nods and walks away, stopping at the door.~
Pryde: Don't forget... you have more... 'training'... scheduled tonight. Don't be late.
~Pryde then flips off the light switch, leaving Vaughn in the dark once more, before closing the door behind him. We fade out and back into the OCW studio.~
Cheasy M: The evolution of Peter Vaughn continues. His confidence is soaring and I’m willing to be his in-ring acumen and ability are soon to follow. He’ll have a chance to enact total revenge on Mike Zybala at House of Cards on July 25th!
~Camera cut. Cheasy adjusts. We see the House of Cards concept~
Cheasy M: And, speaking of House of Cards...it’s a unique concept focusing on alliance and betrayal. Throughout the month we will witness wrestlers vying for each other’s help. Making deals. Looking for protection all in an effort to gain it for themselves. Titles will be on the line and champions will have never been more vulnerable.
~Camera cut. Cheasy spins around, with much flair~
Cheasy M: Who will remain true to their word? Who will betray whom? Which champion will lose their spot due to a blindside attack mid match? Be sure and keep up with OCW over these next three weeks as the drama will, no doubt, increase with each passing day. House of Cards...an event unlike any other...LIVE from the OCW Arena on Sunday, July 25th!
~The House of Cards logo disappears and Cheasy takes a breath~
Cheasy M: And that does it for us, folks. Another episode of Piledriver successfully in the can...which is where I’d like to find myself later this evening after a successful rendezvou with a woman named Barb.
~Oh, Cheasy~
Cheasy M: I hope you all have a safe weekend! Leo will return next week with some fresh, Month 2 promos to review. So, with that, I’m Cheasy M...we’ll see you next Wednesday for another episode of Piledriver!
~We cut to a final segment~
~The scene cuts backstage to see Scruff standing with a soda can on his head. Suddenly a foot flies in kicking the can off Scruff’s head. The camera pans back showing Zybala looking quite pleased with himself. Zybala smiles at the camera and points at the lens, giving a thumbs up~
Mike Zybala: What's up, Marcus! My best bud! Hope you enjoyed the show! See you soon!
~A man of his word. Zybala giving the bed riddled Welsh a shout out. He's having a GREAT night so far...what could go wrong? Knux walks into the scene and Zybala turns to him~
Zybala: Bet I can kick this can off your head too big man.
Knux: No, they are calling for you in the parking garage.
Zybala: What for?
Knux: Something about your car.
Zybala: MY SEABREEZE!?!
Knux: I don’t know man, go look.
~Zybala pushes Knux out of the way and takes off running towards the parking area. “MY BABY!” Zybala screams as he runs through the arena into the parking area. Finally Zybala makes it to the parking area and freezes in shock at what he sees~
~The camera pans around to show the Seabreeze Convertible filled to the top with Ranch Dressing. Suddenly the windows burst from the pressure of all the ranch dressing. Glass flies and the Hidden Valley, Buttermilk dressing flies everywhere as well~
~The camera turns back to Zybala who stands covered in the creamy goodness with a look of rage and a single tear rolling down his cheek. We fade to black~