Wednesday, July 21st, 2021
Taped from the OCW Studio
Episode #10
~Oh boy oh boy are you ready for this week’s Piledriver! We are FINALLY less than a week from House of Cards! The FINAL show until OCW returns to the ring for FOUR championship caliber matchups. Surprises! Intrigue! Violence! This Sunday is going to be a blast. But FIRST...Piledriver. What does tonight’s episode have in store? Let’s find out! The groovy Piledriver theme begins to play as we cut past the OCW logo and into the OCW Studio. Cheasy M sets behind a desk...he’s ready to go~
Cheasy M: Hello everyone and welcome to another episode of Piledriver! And, yes, we are just FOUR days away from House of Cards.
~Cheasy shivers with excitement~
Cheasy M: Can you feel it? I know I can! That’s excitement...excitement in the air for another historic event paving the way towards OCW’s future! And, don’t worry, we’ll dive in to this Sunday’s big event shortly. First, however, I’d like to mention the Margarita Mix!
~We get a good view of the Mix logo~
Cheasy M: Applications for the Margarita Mix opened last Thursday...just six days ago and we are already sitting near capacity with 31 entrants! One entrant away from maxing out at our 32 limit.
~Cheasy chuckles...hardly able to contain his excitement over the HIT event that was announced on his show~
Cheasy M: Names like Bradley Carrington, Jason Cashe, Atara Themis, Dolly Waters, Miss Fury, Vicky Stone, Brett Daniels, and Ricky Rodriguez have all signed up to take part in this year’s Lethal Lottery event! An event that will surely make history!
~The camera cuts. Cheasy adjusts~
Cheasy M: Which got me to thinking...when was the last time OCW held a major, open invite tournament? Oh yea, it was back in the spring of 2019 with Block Party!
~Fond memories of Block Party. An event that changed OCW forever~
Cheasy M: So much can be said about this event...but I’d prefer to focus on the tournament itself. Most notably, the finals, which aired as Block Party’s Main Event. A match that featured OCW’s original ICON, Lurrr, taking on The GOAT himself, James Raven. James Raven accepted an invite into the tournament as an outsider and worked his way to the finals by defeating, among others, The Incredible One and The Big Bifford. Could James Raven pull off the trifecta, knocking off his third OCW Hall of Famer to win the Block Party tournament...OR would Lurrr, once again, prove to be one of the greatest to ever compete inside OCW. Let’s take you back to that match in this night’s...FROM THE VAULT
Main Event
Block Party Final
(2) Lurrr (5-1) vs. (6) James Raven (4-0)
~It’s been a long day. The sun is beginning to set…that crazy chill vibe that exists between sunset and evening is upon us. Floodlights have been brought into the arena, just in case. We’re running long, folks. The fans are still murmuring over new OCW Champion, Mike Best. It’s been a wild and turbulent night…could another ‘outsider’ step in and shake things up or will OCW legend Lurrr stand up and defend the OCW banner. Belvedere stands in the center of the ring, looking dapper as always. He clears his throat to a HUGE ovation~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen it is now time for our Main Event of the evening!! This match is the final of the Block Party Tournament and it is scheduled for one fall! The winner of this match will receive an OCW Championship match at Not Safe For Work. Introducing first…
~"Bleed it Out" by Linkin Park blasts throughout Fort OCW. The broken wooden doors no longer creak. James Raven, outsider and wrestling legend emerges. His stride is a bit tender. The war against Biff took its toll. His back is not in the greatest of shape. But the man’s a warrior...he’ll fight through it. He reaches the ringside area and, instead of sliding in or doing anything super athletic, he walks up the steps and enters in a very mild, safe manner~
Belvedere: Introducing first, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada…standing 6’3 and weighing in at 222lbs…James Raven!!!!
Smith: Mike Best is the new OCW Champion. Is he going to defend against Lurrr or James Raven?
Hood: This is a scary night, Smith. I mean, I’m a big Best fan…but I didn’t really think he’d fucking win the thing. A guy who was elsewhere six weeks ago is our champion and now…now his first challenger could be some fucker who isn’t even signed here!
Smith: We have opened ourselves up to the outside, Hood. This is what happens when you do that.
Smith: The original OCW icon is back in a spot even he didn’t think he’d see again.
Hood: He’s defeated Jason Kortare, Ed Houston, The Lost Stranger, Andrea Hernandez and now…now he’s got James Raven to run through in order to get a shot at a fourth OCW Title reign.
Smith: Mike Best defending against Lurrr would be a dream match.
I used to be broke, confused..no joke
~Lurrr appears between the broken doors. His right hand appears bigger than usual. He steps into visibility, and we notice that it’s heavily taped…it appears to have a temporary cast around it. Lurrr looks at it and shakes his head, saying “fucking figures.” He heads toward the ring…it’s a mixed reaction. He’s a fucking jerk but do these fans really want to see Raven win the tournament? Some guy who ISN’T OCW? Lurrr reaches the ring and walks around, keeping a peripheral view on Raven, who leans in a corner, stretching out his back~
Belvedere: And, his opponent…from Houston, Texas…he is the original OCW Icon…a three-time OCW Champion and the first person ever inducted into the OCW Hall of Fame…ladies and gentlemen…LURRR!!!!
Smith: Lurrr back in the spotlight, where he thrives!
Hood: James Raven, in many ways, is like a young Lurrr. Brash, arrogant…only difference is he cares way more about what the fans think than Lurrr ever did.
Smith: This is true.
Smith: What’s he doing?!
Hood: Insurance, Smith! Lurrr’s out there to make sure he wins, no matter what.
Smith: He should be DQ’d right now!
Hood: Bell never rang…he smacked Scruff around good enough to ensure that didn’t happen.
Smith: Fine…send Puff or Gruff out here! Let’s go!
~As if on cue we cut to a shot outside the Fort…people are screaming. Rick Mathis is seen for the first time this evening…the giant seven-footer who guards Lurrr has Gruff beat down. He’s yelling at Puff. Puff nods, scared to death~
Smith: What the heck?
Hood: Mathis is threatening the refs! He’s Lurrr’s insurance policy, don’t you get it?
~Puff is overheard saying “Yessir, Mr. Mathis. Yessir.” Mathis motions for Puff to head toward the Fort. He throws another kick at Gruff for good measure. Puff’s fat body runs toward the Fort as fast as it can. Lurrr, feeling pretty confident, grabs Raven and throws him back into the ring. Lurrr marches up the steps, looking at his ‘bad’ hand. He enters into the ring and sees Puff finally hustling through the opened doors. He throws his arms in the air at Puff as if to say “Finally!” Puff sees a bloodied Scruff and goes “Geezus!” His hands shake as he reaches for the ropes to get into the ring. Lurrr yells “HURRY UP!”~
Smith: This is a joke! He’s screwing up this entire tournament!
Hood: Dude’s doing what he has to do to win…CLASSIC OCW, BABY
Smith: I was with you in not wanting an outsider to win…but like this? This is horrible!
~Puff finally gets into the ring. Lurrr places his foot on Raven and holds his arms in the air. Puff makes the count~
1!
2!
KICK OUT!
Smith: Raven kicked out!
Hood: Stay down, birdman! Lurrr’s going to seriously fuck you up if you don’t.
~Lurrr is IRATE. He goes after Puff. “That was a slow count!” he yells. “You’re trying to fuck me!” he continues to scream. Puff can barely respond…the poor, chubby man is in over his head. Lurrr reaches back and BLASTS Puff in the face with his ‘bad’ hand. Puff falls to the mat. Lurrr kicks him out of the ring and looks at Raven saying “You son of a bitch.” Raven’s trying to get to his feet…Lurrr punches him in the back with his ‘bad’ hand. Raven yells out in pain, rolling around, reaching for his back~
Smith: And now we need a ref…way to go, Lurrr. You just injured ALL our referees.
Hood: I don’t want to…ya know, state the obvious…but what the fuck is with his bad hand?
Smith: It doesn’t seem that ‘bad’ does it?
Hood: Did he…maybe put a little something in that cast?
~We cut back outside the Fort. Zybala is running around as the sun is nearly set. He’s looking at Gruff…he sees Scruff being stretchered out. He sees another stretcher heading in for Puff~
Zybala: We have no refs…we need a ref…
~Zybala is a ball of nerves, looking around, anxiously. He appears worn from his battle with Maurako earlier. He spots a familiar man standing in line to get a beer. It’s a big, muscular, bald man…Zybala’s eyes widen~
Zybala: Yes.
~Zybala reaches out, instinctively, and rips the ref shirt off of Puff’s body as he’s being stretchered out. He heads over to this bald man. We cut back to inside Fort OCW where Lurrr is delivering crushing blows with his ‘bad’ hand into Raven’s abdomen. Mathis has made his way to ringside and is cheering Lurrr on. Lurrr drags Raven around the ring cursing at him. “Fucking piece of shit think you can just come in here and earn a title shot!” He drills Raven in the neck with his ‘bad’ hand. Raven’s body seizes up as he falls to his knees. “Get the fuck outta my OCW!” Lurrr yells, reaching up for what could be a final blow. That is, until…~
Smith: Huh?
Hood: Oh shit…
~"Vagabond" by the Greenskeepers hits!!! Fort OCW explodes!!! Lurrr turns with a pissed off expression. The bald silhouette of MACK O’CONNOR saunters between the doors, into the arena. He’s got a full cup of beer in his hand and a ref shirt over his shoulder. Lurrr throws Raven down and yells at Mathis. “TAKE CARE OF HIM!” Mathis heads Mack’s way. Mack throws what remains of his beer in Rick’s face!! Rick is stunned…Mack hoists Rick up and drops him with CLAYMORE into the dirt!!! Mathis is out! Mack pops back to his feet…the fans are jumping up and down chanting “MACK! MACK! MACK!” Mack rips off his plain, black shirt and slips the ref shirt over his torso. Lurrr, standing at the ropes, looking down at Mack, shakes his head in anger. “NO!” he yells~
Smith: Yes! Zybala…in perhaps his final act as GM has named Mack O’Connor the special ref for this match!
Hood: Mack’s an enigma, Smith. He’s here so he could leave the state and enjoy some drinking. What interest does he have in this match? Is he leaning Lurrr? Or does he want to see total chaos break out with a Raven win?
Smith: As long as he calls it down the middle, I couldn’t care less.
~Mack storms up the steps and enters in through the ring. He pulls a flask out from his pocket. Lurrr walks up, getting in his face. The two Hall of Famers have a staredown. Mack pulls the flask up and takes a sip, keeping his eyes locked with Lurrr’s. Lurrr sticks his chin out, displaying the arrogance he exuded 24/7 in his youth. Mack says “Ya might wanna watch your back.” Lurrr responds, “Is that a fucking threat.” Mack smiles. Lurrr rears back with his ‘bad’ hand…but he’s spun around and dropped with a cutter!!! The crowd goes wild! Raven was unable to fully execute Flight of the Raven. But he got enough to take Lurrr down for a moment. Mack puts the flask back in his pocket and patrols the ring, acting like a ref. Lurrr is face down. Raven is on his back, grimacing…his entire body hurts~
Smith: He dropped him! But it wasn’t what he wanted…he’s in too much pain to execute the move fully.
Hood: Yea but it was enough to begin the climb back to relevance.
Smith: Indeed…Mack tried to warn Lurrr.
Hood: Bullshit, Mack was fucking with him.
~Lurrr pushes up, trying to return to his feet. Raven is slow to his feet. Lurrr beats him to the spot. He knees Raven in the ribs. Raven drops to his knees, coughing. Lurrr delivers an elbow into the back of Raven’s neck. Raven flips over, onto his back. Lurrr holds his ‘bad’ hand up and falls to the mat, dropping his fist toward Raven’s face. Raven rolls out of the way! He rolls out of the ring, under the bottom rope. Lurrr’s fist slams into the mat…but he shows no pain. He rolls out of the ring after Raven~
Smith: There’s something up with that hand.
Hood: Dude just has amazing recuperative abilities.
Smith: Yea, I don’t think so.
Hood: Always doubting Lurrr. Next thing I know you’re going to tell me that third r is superfluous.
~Mack leans against the ropes, near a corner, watching the action from inside the ring. He removes his flask, taking another sip. Lurrr stalks Raven. Raven reaches a set of steps, nearest the corner where Mack is chilling. He leans over, placing both hands atop the steps still recovering from all the damage Lurrr’s done to him at the outset of this contest. Lurrr delivers a double ax handler to Raven’s back! Raven arches his back and grimaces…these blows hurt way more than they should. Lurrr spins him around. Raven is leaning against the ring post. Lurrr delivers a straight right hand…Raven ducks!! Lurrr’s fist SLAMS into the ring post…but he doesn’t show any pain. It makes a strange noise. Raven looks up and sees there’s more damage on the ring post than Lurrr’s hand. His eyes widen. Lurrr shrugs as if to say, “Do something about it, bitch.”~
Smith: I knew it! He’s loaded that cast!
Hood: Smart
Smith: And illegal.
Hood: You see anybody calling for the fucking bell? The rules have been loosened for this tournament…Lurrr knows that, and he’s playing within them.
~Raven crawls away, creating some distance so he can get to his feet. Lurrr goes after him. Raven turns around…Lurrr throws a lariat with his ‘bad’ hand. Raven jumps up, places his knees into Lurrr’s arm and falls back with a double knee arm breaker!!! Lurrr yells out, falling to the ground, holding his right arm in pain. Mack looks down, raising his eyebrows and taking a sip. He says, “Nice.” The fans go wild~
Smith: Yes! Raven is climbing back into this!
Hood: C’mon, Lurrr…punch him in the dick with that hand!
Smith: That would be terrible!
Hood: Only for Raven.
~Lurrr works his right arm back and forth, trying to get some feeling back into the joint. Raven crawls back against another set of ring steps. People begin to wonder why Mack isn’t counting…it appears Mack isn’t a fan of count outs. A pussy way to win. Lurrr gets to his feet and goes after Raven. Raven takes him down with a drop toe hold!! Lurrr slams face first into the top of the steps. Raven grabs hold of Lurrr’s right arm~
Smith: I think he’s going to get to the bottom of this!
Hood: What a dick! He’s going after an injured man’s hand!
Smith: Whatever
~Raven slams Lurrr’s cast into the steps, repeatedly. He’s slamming it against the edge of the metal. He’s trying to get a seam he can tear apart. Lurrr tries to fight back. Raven jams a thumb into Lurrr’s eye! Mack says, “Sucks.” But he doesn’t do anything. Raven begins to saw the bottom of Lurrr’s cast against the edge of the steps…finally, a seam. He grabs it with both hands and begins to rip! It starts to tear…he rips and rips and rips…he finally rips it free!!! We see a bandaged, black and blue, broken hand covered in bandaging and…brass knuckles!! Raven works to remove the brass knuckles. Lurrr starts to fight back~
Smith: His hand is badly injured…but those brass knuckles and that cast have protected it…until now!
Hood: Oh man he’s going to fuck Lurrr’s hand up! This is a travesty! He’s ruining Lurrr’s moment!
Smith: He’s leveling the playing field, Hood! Mathis, brass knuckles…I think Lurrr’s had enough advantages for one match.
~Lurrr is unable to close his fist completely due to the injured nature of his hand. Raven manages to wiggle and yank the brass knuckles completely off. Lurrr rolls away, admitting temporary defeat…he protects his hand. Raven looks at the brass knux and tosses them into the crowd! They hit some guy wearing a Pokemon t-shirt out. Raven shrugs and goes back after Lurrr. Lurrr crawls away, toward the wooden wall which surrounds the arena. Mack continues to sip and watch~
Smith: He ripped them off and threw them away! Now that’s a championship type attitude!
Hood: More like the infantile stages of idiocy!
~Lurrr reaches the wall and feels up the wall with his left hand, reaching his feet. Raven snares Lurrr from behind…the momentum has completely shifted. Raven spins around looking to German Lurrr into the wooden wall! Lurrr throws a mule kick which turns into a low blow!! Raven doubles over…Lurrr breaks free and punches Raven with his exposed right hand! A force of habit. Lurrr yells out, grabbing his hand and falling to the ground. To his credit, however, the punch was enough to send Raven leaning back, against the wooden wall, a bit loopy~
Smith: Lurrr had grown accustomed to that right hand being impervious to pain. No longer!
Hood: We need a medic out here! We need to make sure Lurrr’s okay!
Smith: I’m sure he’ll be fine.
Hood: And where is Mathis?!
Smith: Security dragged Rick Mathis out of here right after Mack laid him out.
Hood: WEAK ASS BOOKING!
~Raven regains his wits. He moves forward. Lurrr’s on his knees, holding his hand…it’s got to be crippled with pain. Raven throws a hard kick into Lurrr’s back. He spins around and throws a back kick into Lurrr’s chest! Lurrr’s body seizes up. Raven backs away and sprints forward, nailing Lurrr with a running knee! The OCW legend falls backward, into the dirt. Raven pops back to his feet…he pauses and listens as the fans chant his name. “RAVEN! RAVEN!”~
Smith: These fans are clearly behind James Raven!
Hood: You say that like it means something.
Smith: Well, it does!
Hood: Right. Because wrestling fans are SO intelligent.
~Raven pulls Lurrr back to his feet, eyeing the ring and a potential victory. Lurrr fights him off! Lurrr starts to throw a right hand but pauses. Raven chops Lurrr across the chest!!! Lurrr staggers away…he stumbles into the wooden wall and leans against it, continuing to walk. Raven gives chase. He turns Lurrr around and throws another chop!! It slices against Lurrr’s skin!!! Lurrr stumbles backward…the wooden wall disappears into the entryway. The two giant wooden doors remain broken and therefore open. Lurrr walks backward, towards the doors. Raven charges ahead, throwing a lariat…Lurrr ducks!! Raven turns around, and Lurrr dives forward with a head butt into Raven’s chest!! Raven falters back. Lurrr leaps into the air and hits Raven with a dropkick!! James tumbles backward, between the two doors. Lurrr hits the ground hard but fights back to his feet. Mack, still in the ring, watches on with growing frustration~
Smith: They are heading outside of the fort…out into the common area!
Hood: Lurrr amongst the common folk? This could be disastrous!
Smith: There are, apparently, no rules in this one, folks. You don’t like it? Blame Mack O’Connor.
Hood: Way to kick a man while he’s down, Smith.
~Lurrr stalks Raven. Raven crabwalks away, before reaching his feet. They’ve officially ventured beyond the entrance. Lurrr throws a left hand. Raven blocks it. Raven turns Lurrr around and secures him in the clench. He throws some knee strikes up at Lurrr’s head. Lurrr does his best to avoid and block. Lurrr uses some of that old man strength to lift Raven up and hit an inverted Atomic Drop!!! Raven leans into Lurrr…Lurrr hooks him and tosses him over with a Snap Suplex! Raven hits the outside ground hard. Lurrr sits up and takes in his surroundings…he sees concession stands, merch stands, off in the distance are a few cheap ass carnival rides. Fans are standing around, but they are quickly being blocked off by security members. Mack, inside the ring, shakes his head and takes a sip of his flask before exiting and heading toward the doors to keep up with the action~
Smith: And Mack moves!
Hood: It’s pretty rude to make a man move while he’s drinking.
Smith: He’s got a job to do, Hood.
Hood: I’m just saying!
~Lurrr returns to his feet and pulls Raven up. He’s eyeing the nearest concession stand. Fans in line scatter…including one guy who had reached the front of the line. He looks super pissed that all his wait time had been wasted. Lurrr slams Raven head first into the concession stand counter! It’s made of wood. Raven’s head hits hard. Lurrr takes his right elbow and jams it into the back of Raven’s neck, grinding it in. Raven yells out…he throws a side kick into Lurrr’s knee! Lurrr stumbles…Raven is able to break free~
Smith: There’s so much danger out there…Mack should really try and wrangle those two back into the arena.
Hood: Wrangle? I think you’ve spent a little too much time out here, partner.
Smith: Thankfully this one’s almost over.
~Raven measures Lurrr up. He throws a superkick! Lurrr, the master of the superkick, dodges! He hoists Raven up onto his shoulders and tosses him with an F-5 over the concession counter back into the worker area. The workers have already fled, so Raven doesn’t take any of them out. He does, however, land atop that sticky, thick, plastic mat which reeks of stale alcohol and popcorn. Mack appears! He steps over Raven and pours himself a beer~
Smith: Really, Mack? A beer? Right now?
Hood: Hey, he’s doing Zybala a favor. Let the man indulge.
Smith: This is for a shot at the OCW Championship!
Hood: Yes, I know…relax, man, relax!
~Lurrr hops atop the concession counter. Mack takes a few steps back, drinking the beer. He frowns…it’s a light beer. But, it’s beer. So he isn’t going to exactly pour it out. Lurrr looks down at Raven, then at Mack. He asks Mack, “Do pins count out here?” Mack shrugs and says, “Sure.” Lurrr nods. He jumps off the counter and comes straight down with an elbow into Raven’s chest! There isn’t much room, but he made it work! Lurrr remains on top of Raven, making the cover. Mack drops down and counts with one hand while holding a cup half full of beer with the other~
1!
2!
KICK OUT!
Smith: Raven kicked out!
Hood: So this is Falls Count Anywhere now?
Smith: We’re playing by Mack’s rules, and I think he’s making them up as he goes along.
~Lurrr stands up and stomps on Raven. He looks at Mack and motions for O’Connor to hand over the beer. Mack tells Lurrr to get his own. Lurrr curses and reaches for a cup. Raven pops up and swivels his legs around, taking Lurrr’s feet out from under him!! Lurrr stumbles forward, headfirst into the beer taps! Beer gets all over his head and face. Raven rises and grabs Lurrr by the back of the head…he slams him face-first into the metal grating that resides under the tap to catch superfluous suds. Beer flies everywhere upon impact!!! Lurrr stumbles backward into the popcorn machine. Raven trips the handle belonging to the BUD LIGHT tap away. He turns around and jams it into Lurrr’s throat!! Lurrr chokes and gags, trying to pry the tap out of his windpipe~
Smith: Raven giving Lurrr a bit of his own medicine! How’s that Bud Light taste now, Lurrr? Huh?
Hood: Whoa, calm down man…your James Raven inspired erection is showing.
Smith: How dare you insinuate such perversion!
~Lurrr spits right in Raven’s face! Raven is distracted. Lurrr chops down, getting the Bud Light tap out of his throat. He has no time to gasp for air. He grabs Raven by the hair and tries to throw him head first into the glass popcorn machine…Raven puts his foot up, bracing it against the wooden cabinets underneath the machine for support. He punches Lurrr in the ribcage! He tries to throw LURRR into the popcorn machine…but, like Raven, Lurrr blocks the attempt! Lurrr lifts Raven up and drops him with a side suplex onto the concession counter!! Raven hits hard and remains atop the counter. Lurrr turns around and climbs up on the counter. The fans all standing around gasp with anticipation. They are chanting for Raven…but the cheers don’t appear to be helping. Mack takes a few steps back, he finishes his beer and tosses the cup away. He reaches for his flask~
Smith: Mack thinks this move is more suitable for whiskey than beer.
Hood: Taking it up a notch!
~Lurrr pulls Raven up, both men are standing atop the concession stand counter. Lurrr kicks the cash register aside…it falls to the ground in front of the stand. He tries to throw Raven head first into the popcorn machine. Raven reaches out and grabs Lurrr’s hand, squeezing!! Lurrr yells out in pain and throws Raven backward. Raven lands on his feet on the ‘safe’ side of the stand, stumbling back. Lurrr reaches for his hand, trying to rehab the pain. Raven charges forward…he steps up onto the cash register for a boost and leaps into the air diving through Lurrr with DIVEBOMB!!! Both men go flying through the air and right into the glass windows of the popcorn machine!!! The impact shatters all the glass and sends the entire machine tipping over, into a bunch of kegs behind it!!! The crowd goes wild! “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!!” Mack hustles around to get a better look…Raven is laying near Lurrr, but not on top of him. Raven is face down, Lurrr is on his back…glass and popcorn is everywhere~
Smith: Holy smokes!! I can’t believe it!
Hood: The hell is wrong with James Raven? Did he suddenly become suicidal?
Smith: He’s in the moment, Hood. He’s fighting for the right to face Mike Best, the OCW Champion!
~Raven is the first to his feet. He spots blood soaked popcorn. He feels around, frantically looking for cuts. He seems to be okay...a trickle of blood falls from his head. He reaches up and feels a pretty good gash atop his forehead. He immediately looks around. He spots a guy wearing a Deadpool t-shirt. He asks if he can have it, the kid takes it off and hands it over. Raven rips the shirt and ties it around his head, as a tourniquet. Lurrr sits up, bewildered. The fans behind him recoil. We swivel around and see cuts all along his back. None are very long, or deep…there’s just a bunch of them. Blood starts to leak from them. Lurrr stands and begins to feel the pain in his back~
Smith: Great…Raven’s got a gashed head, and Lurrr’s got a shredded back.
Hood: This is what you have to get through if you want a shot at the biggest prize in the game, Smith.
Smith: Sometimes I think it’s too much, Hood.
Hood: Try telling that to these two men. Hell, try telling that to Mack!
~Raven, with the Deadpool shirt wrapped around his head, reaches over and feels around the keg shells. He finds one that’s empty and lifts it up. Lurrr turns around, and Raven slams the empty keg shell into Lurrr’s head!!! Lurrr flies backward, through the gap where the popcorn machine stood, back into the beer tap. Raven throws the keg shell at Lurrr. Lurrr moves and the keg shell takes out the beer tap and the concession sign!! The concession sign falls forward, landing safely on the ground, kicking up a bunch of dust. Raven finds another empty keg shell~
Smith: Raven is doing everything he can to win this…to end it.
Hood: No shit, man. His head is a leaky faucet. It’s not good to bleed from the head, you know.
Smith: Common sense would tell anyone that, Hood.
~Raven marches into the concession area, looking for Lurrr. Lurrr’s gone. He assumes Lurrr is on the other side, so he takes his foot and shoves against what remains of the concession stand…the entire thing tips over, landing with a huge thud. If Lurrr was over there…well, he’s in trouble. Raven walks atop the concession stand debris. His peripheral catches a violent motion…it’s too late. Lurrr runs him over with the cash register, slamming it into Raven’s right shoulder!!! Raven falls to the ground, landing atop a rubble of wood and hard plastic. Lurrr throws the cash register aside…this time it busts open. People rush forward to grab the money. Lurrr snares the empty keg shell and begins to bash it into Raven’s body. Raven rolls onto his front side, giving Lurrr his back. Lurrr beats him and beats him and beats him with the keg shell until, finally, Raven isn’t moving. Lurrr throws the keg shell aside and kicks Raven over. He makes the cover. Mack pops into view, dropping to his knees and making the count~
1!
2!
KICK OUT!
Smith: James Raven kicked out! My gosh! I can’t believe it!
Hood: We need to drug test that man. I bet he’s on cocaine, and meth…and crack.
Smith: His face is too pure for meth and, most likely, crack.
Hood: I didn’t say he was a fucking meth or crack head..I’m insinuating he dabbles before big matches.
~Lurrr grabs Mack by his ref shirt, pointing a finger in O’Connor’s face. The OCW legend is growing weary of Raven’s inability to capitulate, accept defeat. We get a good look at Lurrr’s back…it may as well have been run over by a giant paintbrush soaked in red paint. Raven tries to get up…but he can’t. His back…after the Bifford match…and now the keg shots…it’s weakened to the point of being damn near useless. Lurrr looks over at Raven, to keep up on his meanderings. He sees Raven struggling to get up…the fans all chant “RAVEN! RAVEN!” Lurrr throws a heavy boot into Raven’s back, flattening him back out. He then goes back to chastising Mack. Mack isn’t about to put up with too much of Lurrr’s beligerence~
Smith: Mack’s been, arguably the most laid back ref in history…but he’s got his limit. He’s not going to let Lurrr accost him like this, especially in public.
Hood: But he’d be cool with it in private?
Smith: I’m just saying…public beratement is hard for any man to swallow, especially one with Mack’s pride.
~Mack finally gives Lurrr a warning. Lurrr chuckles…”This guy? This weak ass Hall of Famer warning ME? Fuck you!” Lurrr leans in with a wild head butt into Mack’s jaw!! Mack stumbles back, holding his jaw in pain. He looks up at Lurrr. He’s furious. He looks down at his ref shirt and smiles. He suddenly orders Lurrr to take the match back into the ring! Lurrr is nonplussed. “Are you fucking kidding me?” Mack informs Lurrr that if he counts anybody out he’s announcing James Raven the winner. Lurrr is beside himself…he gets right up in Mack’s face. Mack threatens a DQ. Lurrr grinds his teeth, his left hand is balled into a fist…his right is unable but, if it could, it’d be wound up. Mack shoulders past Lurrr, heading toward the Fort. The fans go wild! Lurrr looks over at Raven, who appears a broken man. Lurrr looks into the darkening sky…it’s at this pivotal moment when floodlights flash on…giving us the luminescence necessary to continue. Lurrr’s eyes wince due to the increased light as he tries to find a way to overcome this situation~
Smith: Lurrr went too far…and now he’s going to pay the price.
Hood: Raven’s all fucked up. Dude’s done…he can’t walk, he’s primed to be pinned but now…now Mack changes the rules. Lurrr’s got to haul this mother fucker back into the fucking ring before Mack counts him out…if he can’t, Raven wins…I mean, seriously, talk about some fucked up logic.
Smith: Hey, Mack’s the ref. He makes the rules.
~Lurrr kicks at Raven saying “get up.” He kicks at him some more, “I said, get the fuck up! We gotta get this shit back into the ring, idiot.” Raven falls back into the rubble. Lurrr reaches down, grabbing Raven by the back of his neck. He pulls Raven to his feet…Raven fights back with a forearm uppercut!!! Lurrr staggers back, stunned by the act! Raven stumbles off the rubble, back into the dirt. He drops to his knees. The fans yell at him to get back into the arena…back into the ring. Raven looks ahead and sees Mack entering through the two giant doors. He stands and stumbles that way. Lurrr shakes off the dizzies from Raven’s hit. He spots Raven heading toward the Fort which, well, isn’t the worst case scenario~
Smith: I don’t think Raven really gets what’s going on…but he’s following the ref.
Hood: Hey, that’s a smart thing to do if you want to win a match.
Smith: Indeed
~Mack storms through the entry way, up to the ring. He rolls into the ring and pops to his feet. He pulls out his flask and takes a sip. He then yells out “FUCKING ONE!” The crowd chants along with him. Lurrr stalks Raven. Raven drops to one knee, reaching for his back. Lurrr snares Raven by the neck, pulling him up saying, “C’mon you sack of shit, back to the ring.” Raven elbows Lurrr in the gut!! Lurrr doubles over…Raven jumps up and delivers a CODEBREAKER!! Lurrr flips backward, hitting the dirt hard!!! Raven remains on his back, grimacing. Mack, back inside the ring, finishes a sip from his flask and yells out “FUCKING TWO!”~
Smith: Raven may not realize it but he’s inching closer to a win by just keeping Lurrr from reaching the ring.
Hood: I don’t think he knows much of anything going on right now…aside from the fact that he’s pretty fucked up.
Smith: He is in bad shape.
~Raven struggles back to his feet. He doubles over, placing his hands atop his knees. From inside the arena he hears Mack yell “FUCKING THREE!” His eyes focus…in his mind he’s thinking he can’t be counted out. So he moves with a purpose. He reaches for his back after a few steps…he reaches the doors into the arena and leans against them, falling to one knee. Mack yells out “FUCKING FOUR!” Lurrr rolls onto all fours and gets to his feet. He stumbles around…his back is covered in a maroon cake coating of dirt and blood. Some nasty infections are forthcoming. He spots Raven kneeling at the Fort’s entrance. Mack yells out “FUCKING FIVE!”~
Smith: Lurrr has got to get himself and James Raven into that ring if he wants the dream to continue.
Hood: Yes, we know…so what’s the deal here…Mack’s going to treat any sort of count out as a defacto DQ against Lurrr?
Smith: I don’t know. I just know Mack is going to give the win to Raven if anyone is counted out.
Hood: I’m not gonna say it…but…you know what I’m thinking.
Smith: Weak
Hood: ASS BOOKING
~Lurrr reaches Raven. He yanks Raven up and throws him down the entry way toward the ring. Raven tumbles through the dirt. Mack yells out “FUCKING SIX!” Lurrr’s eyes widen. He’s got to move! He grabs Raven and yells ‘GET UP, MOTHER FUCKER! GET UP!’ Raven is struggling due to his back. Mack yells out “FUCKING SEVEN!”~
Smith: He’s running out of time!
Hood: If Mack goes through with this, I’m done with him. Fuck him.
Smith: This wouldn’t be an issue if Lurrr hadn’t decided tonight was open season on officials.
~Lurrr grabs Raven by the arm, dragging him toward the ring. Mack yells out “FUCKING EIGHT!” They near the ring area. It looks like they are going to make it. Lurrr pulls Raven up and goes to throw him in the ring…but Raven drops to both knees. Mack yells out “FUCKING NINE!” Lurrr’s panicked. He tries to dive in but remembers he can’t…he looks up at Mack. Mack opens his flask and takes a sip. Lurrr grabs Raven and, forced to use his right hand for extra leverage, screams out in pain. He gets Raven up and throws him into the ring. Mack finishes his sip and goes to extend his hands…but Lurrr dives in and pops to his feet, begging Mack…Mack backs away saying “It’s cool, you made it.” Lurrr sighs. He suddenly falls to the mat as Raven takes him over with a roll up!!! Mack slides in with the count~
1!
2!
3!
NOOOOO
Smith: Lurrr kicked out!!
Hood: Sneaky ass Raven!
Smith: He’s beaten…he may be temporarily broken, but he’s not going to quit.
~We see a dark red streak on the mat from where Raven rolled Lurrr up. His back is staining everything it touches. Lurrr pops back to his feet, holding his right hand. Raven remains on his knees. He looks up at Lurrr…there’s a desperate look in Raven’s eyes. Lurrr throws THE WAKE-UP CALL at Raven’s head. Raven ducks!! Raven jumps to his feet…he leaps up, grabs Lurrr by the head and drops him with Flight of the Raven!!! He twists Lurrr around and winds up on top of him for the pin!!! The crowd goes wild!! Mack is like “OH SHIT” He drops down, making the count~
1!
2!
3!!!
NOOOO
Smith: Ahhhhh
Hood: Oh my fucking shit…how the hell was that not a three?
Smith: Lurrr got his shoulder up…according to Mack!
Hood: And according to you?
Smith: It…it was close.
~Raven gets to his knees holding three fingers up. Mack shows two while sipping from his flask. Raven’s got desperation on his face. He leans forward, palms on the mat, shaking his head. A few droplets of thick blood fall from the shirt wrapped around his head…it’s clearly soaked in blood. Lurrr rolls away from Raven, unaware of how close shit was to ending. Raven fights to his feet. He leans against the ropes, wincing. His back is tightening up. Raven bends over and stomps his foot into the mat…he’s looking for that superkick he calls The F.Y.S. Lurrr returns to his feet. Raven throws The F.Y.S. at Lurrr…but, like before, Lurrr’s got a sixth fucking sense when it comes to superkicks. He grabs Raven and hoists him onto his shoulders…he spins Raven around and drops him with a LUNGBLOWER!!! Raven writhes around, yelling out in pain. Lurrr sits up, smiling, wiping sweat from his mouth as he looks at Raven going through hell as pain fires off and shoots through his back~
Smith: That’s it…that’s got to be it. Raven’s back is blown.
Hood: King Infinity should have warned him, Smith. He came in here and got his back fucked up…and now Raven is experiencing the same thing. OCW breaks people’s backs, man.
Smith: Three matches in one night…defeating a five hundred pound man, it’s a lot for a person’s body to go through. Maybe too much.
~Lurrr crawls over and quiets the body of Raven. He pins the man’s shoulders to the mat, thinking he’s doing the guy a favor. Mack drops down, making the count~
1!
2!
Shoulder Up!
Smith: Oh no, Raven…stay down, man!
Hood: What an idiot!
Smith: You’ve got another home that needs you…we’ve enjoyed your presence but this is too much. Go home, Raven. Go home!
~Lurrr looks around like “Are you fucking serious?” He rakes Raven across the face for fun with his left hand. He returns to his feet. He looks at Mack and says “You going to let this guy continue?” Raven’s on the mat, reaching for his back, squirming around in obvious discomfort. Mack shrugs and replies, “I wouldn’t give up. Why should he?” Lurrr rolls his eyes and slowly shoves Mack out of his way~
Smith: Mack’s got a point but nobody is saying Raven wants to quit. Sometimes you have to step in for someone’s own good…for their well being.
Hood: I agree whole heartedly. Ring the fucking bell! Let’s call it a night and head back to Key West.
~Lurrr pulls Raven back to his feet and whips him into a corner. Raven runs awkwardly before slamming his back into the buckles. He arches his back and falls to his knees. Lurrr stands over Raven and slaps him in the face. He places his hand under Raven’s chin, pulling him up. Lurrr steps back, looking for the WAKE UP CALL. He lunges forward…Raven ducks!! Raven spins around and rakes Lurrr across the back!! Lurrr yells out in pain!!! Raven’s hands are covered in blood and dirt. He doesn’t care…he stands in position…Lurrr turns around and gets hit with The F.Y.S.!!!! Lurrr’s body flips backward, nearly landing on his neck!! Raven falls on top of Lurrr for the pin!!! The crowd goes wild!! Mack drops down, making the count~
1!
2!
3
NOOO
Smith: NOT AGAIN
Hood: This feels like a fucking troll job!
Smith: Lurrr withstood another one of Raven’s signature moves! Holy smokes! That felt like Raven’s last gasp!
Hood: Custer’s last stand! Time for Sitting Lurrr to eviscerate this fool.
~Raven rolls off of Lurrr, reaching for his back. He stares up into the lights that are shining down onto the ring. He had it. That was it! He finally hit Lurrr with the F.Y.I. and the old son of a bitch kicked out. Raven tries to sit up, but can’t. He rolls onto his side, then his front, performing a weak push up to his knees. He looks over at Lurrr, shaking his head. Lurrr reaches back, snaring the ropes and pulling his body into the corner where he rests against the bottom buckle. He sees Raven looking at him…Lurrr reaches down and grabs his crotch and says “Fuck you, bitch.” Raven scowls. He struggles to his feet. Lurrr reaches for the middle rope, then the top, pulling his old, broken body to its feet. The two men stagger toward one another. They are talking shit in each other’s face, neither backing down. Mack, in the background, enjoys another pull from his flask, enjoying this high dollar entertainment~
Smith: After all of this…after everything…we’re back here, center of the ring with two men staring each other down.
Hood: Yea but they’re ghosts of their former selves. They are spent.
Smith: Yes, they are…but one of them, someone is going to emerge the winner. One of these men will walk away with a shot at Mike Best and his OCW Championship.
~Lurrr throws a left hand! Raven throws one in response. Lurrr another. Raven another!! The two men are brawling, southpaw style!! The crowd is on their feet, cheering these two warriors on!! The fists fly, the battle rages!! Lurrr’s heavy hands are earning him an advantage. Raven is losing ground. So, Raven does what he must, he grabs Lurrr’s right hand and squeezes!!! Lurrr drops to his knees, wincing in pain. Raven pulls and squeezes and yanks, trying to get Lurrr to tap or pass out…or, at the very least, keep him subdued~
Smith: That hand has been a target all night for Lurrr.
Hood: Fucking Stranger…making Lurrr injure his hand in the opening match…and then fucking Andrea breaking the damn thing.
~Lurrr reaches up with his left hand, yanking the Deadpool shirt off of Raven’s head. He digs into Raven’s head with his left hand!! Raven drops to his knees, yelling in pain!!! Neither man will let go of their opponent’s Achilles Heel. So, they start throwing head butts at one another. Bang! Bang! BANG! The third head butt creates a giant cloud of blood mist and sends both men collapsing to the mat! Mack looks down and shakes his head…he’s got to do some more counting. He throws his arms up and yells “FUCKING ONE!”~
Smith: Don’t tell me a double count out.
Hood: Does Lurrr still lose if Mack counts them out?
Smith: I don’t think so, Hood. I think Lurrr has earned Mack’s respect tonight.
Hood: Talk about some backward logic. Mack has to earn Lurrr’s respect!
~”FUCKING FOUR!” Mack yells, advancing fairly quickly in the count. He pauses to take a sip of his flask. Neither Lurrr nor Raven have moved. “FUCKING FIVE!” Mack yells out. He takes another pull of whiskey…HOW BIG IS THIS FLASK. “FUCKING SIX!” We’ve STILL yet to see any movement aside from heaving chests. “FUCKING SEVEN!” Mack takes a pull and pauses…he looks down, the damn thing is finally empty. He shakes his head and throws it into the crowd~
Smith: And Mack’s finally run out of whiskey.
Hood: Never thought that’d happen.
~Mack reaches into his pocket and pulls out A SECOND FLASK. He takes a sip and then yells out “FUCKING EIGHT!!” Raven sits up!!! The crowd goes wild! Mack seems surprised. He takes a pull from his second flask and yells “FUCKING NINE!” Raven struggles but gets to his feet. He looks down at Lurrr, who hasn’t moved~
Smith: And Raven is going to win this via count out…anti-climatic but well earned
Hood: WEAK ASS –
~Mack takes a sip and then yells out “FUCKING T…” LURRR KIPS UP!!!~
Smith: WHAT?!
Hood: GUESS WHO’S BACK, BABY!
~Raven can’t believe it! Lurrr looks at Raven and gives him the middle finger! Raven throws The F.Y.S. at Lurrr!!! Lurrr ducks and grabs the ropes. Raven stumbles forward. Lurrr turns around and throws THE WAKE UP CALL!! But RAVEN DUCKS!! Lurrr staggers forward and turns around. Raven throws The F.Y.S.!!!!!! Lurrr dodges it and lifts Raven over his head!! Raven flies through the air…he hits the ropes, springboards off…Lurrr turns around and Raven takes him down with the RAVENSAULT!!! Raven hooks both legs as Mack drops down, making the count~
1!
2!
3!!!!!!!!!
~The crowd goes WILD!!! Lurrr kicks out right after three!!! Raven rolls off of Lurrr and out of the ring, to safety. Mack gets to his knees, shaking his head, taking a sip of whiskey. The bell rings. Lurrr gets to his knees, eyes wide wondering what the fuck just happened~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…and the Block Party Champion…JAMES RAVEN!!!!!
Smith: He did it!! James Raven did it!
Hood: ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!
~Lurrr rolls onto his back, grabbing at his head with his hands, staring into the sky in disbelief. Mack hops out of the ring to check on Raven. He helps James to his feet. James face is covered in blood…his back is wrecked with pain…but, he’s the winner. Mack holds Raven’s arm up…the fans go wild “RAVEN! RAVEN! RAVEN!” Mack offers Raven a pull of whiskey. Raven takes a whiff and accepts. Lurrr rolls out of the ring, holding his right hand. He looks back over his shoulder…Mack helps Raven into the ring to celebrate. Lurrr shakes his head, doubling over, placing both hands on his knees~
Smith: Heck of an effort from Lurrr. Heck of an effort…for one night we saw the old Lurrr return. We saw the legend in his former form…the clock turned back as Lurrr showed us all why he’s the original icon of OCW.
Hood: Ah shit, man…you’re gonna get me all nostalgic over here with your whimsical bullshit
~Belvedere walks up and hands Lurrr his Hall of Fame Title. Lurrr takes it and looks at Belvedere, patting him on the chest. Lurrr throws the belt over his shoulder. He turns back around, staring into the ring…his eyes are watery…it’s obvious how much this meant to him. To get so close is…well, so very painful. Medics rush up to help him but he pushes them away, moving to exit the arena~
Smith: Thank you, Lurrr. Thank you for the effort and for giving us everything you had all evening long.
Hood: Now fly out to Vegas and fuck some bitches!
~Mack makes sure Raven is steady. Raven tells Mack he’s gonna be alright. Mack rips his ref shirt off and tosses it out of the ring. He exits, drinking from his flask, giving Raven the spotlight. The fans continue chanting and cheering for James Raven. We cut back to Cheasy inside the OCW Studio~
Cheasy M: Hell of a match between two all-time greats! A match I, personally, never thought I’d see. Raven was one step ahead, narrowly edging out OCW’s original ICON.
~The camera cuts and Cheasy adjusts~
Cheasy M: As with most of these VAULT matches...I need a cigarette after that! So, let’s take a break...when we come back I’ll be interviewing the one, the only...Mike Zybala! A one on one with Zybala is next!
~We cut to commercial~
Got used, smoked dope, paid dues
Refused to give up quick,
Now there's 10 million motherfuckers on my dick
~ We cut to a scene from earlier in the day. We go to the hospital where Marcus Welsh has been recuperating. We see Mike Zybala and Welsh in his room, but they're joined by someone! Aaron Warthog is in a wheelchair and all three have video game controllers and are looking at the TV. Attached to the TV is a PS5 and they seem to be playing a wrestling game. Why, it's an Outsiders Championship Wrestling video game! The men are having a triple threat match. Warthog is himself, Welsh is Uber-Man, and Zybala is Barry. A nurse (not the bribe taker) pops her head in the room. ~
Nurse: Mr. Welsh, Mr. Warthog. You got your physical therapy in ten minutes.
~She’s pretty much ignored~
Nurse: Seriously. This isn’t a dorm.
Zybala: It isn’t...yet.
~Zybala reveals a six pack of Pepsi and several bags of delicious corn chips. A pepsi can is cracked open. The bribe-able nurse appears as if by magic, or exceptionally good hearing, peeking in and tossing the other nurse out of her way~
Nurse: Gentlemen.
Zybala: It's visiting hours still and these are all acceptable snacks as per hospital guidelines. Begone you snack dragon!
~ Zybala was so distracted by the nurse that he never noticed that digital Warthog hit digital Barry with The Stampede! He goes for the cover but Welsh uses Uber-Man to break up the pin! The bribe seeking nurse is also on the verge of being totally ignored. She seems desperate for snacks. She starts scheming. ~
Zybala: So how do you guys like the game so far? You're my test audience, so I need total honesty.
Warthog: I think I’m a little faster than this. But I do like The Stampede. Barry never knew what hit him, hah!
~Warthog really seems to be getting into the fight. He appears mostly healed from the sneak-attack from Vaughn weeks ago. The wheelchair might just be more for the fun of rolling around, or maybe the nurses insisted on it to avoid any dangerous collapse that would take them out.~
Zybala: You're only a little faster now because you've lost some weight since we started developing the game. What about you, Marcus? What do you think?
~Marcus doesn’t say anything, as he’s too intent on the game. Warthog has just pinned Barrows, but The Uber Man comes flying in and lands the Uber Bomb to break it up! The simulated crowd can be heard cheering as the Uber Man character gets up and goes for the pin on Warthog.~
Warthog: Dammit! Get up get up get up get up…
~Warthog rapid-fires on the controller, but it’s no good, as Uber Man gets the pinfall victory. Warthog sighs.~
Warthog: I’ll get him next time. You think Uber Man’s going to come back to Outsiders, Mike? Or maybe he’ll enter the Mix. I could always team with him…
~Warthog looks over at Zybala, who smiles.~
Zybala: Honestly, I don't know what Uber-Man is going to do. He is a very elusive person when he wants to be. Fighting crime is a serious profession. The Yard will always keep the gates open for him.
Warthog: So you know the cheats for this game, right? You wanna give me any pointers? Warthog needs to be a winner again.
Zybala: Sure, Aaron, I’ll help you in any way I can.
~Warthog smiles at Zybala, while Marcus, still basking in victory, signals for another game.~
Zybala: You sure that we should do another round? The nurse just said that p.t. was in a few minutes.
Welsh: Come on. It won't take that long for me to beat you guys again.
Zybala: Ooooh! Look at mister cocky over here. One win and he's acting like Matt Meyhu. Who, by the way, is an unlockable character when you win the world title with Peter Vaughn. Don't ask me how I got Matt to sign off on his name rights. Just know I'll never help him "move a few things" again.
~The name ‘Meyhu’ rings a bell with Welsh. Maybe he’s heard it since awakening from his fall a few months back at Infection. OR maybe he’s hearing it for the first time. Regardless, this is the first impression its made~
Welsh: Meyhu. Meyhu. Meyhu.
~Zybala, remembering the relationship Welsh had with Meyhu...Meyhu being his first big recruit, the man he rebuilt OCW around, seems to think (maybe worry) that it’s all coming back to Marcus~
Zybala: Marcus. Buddy. You okay?
Welsh: The Marvelous Meyhu. Lime green. Dollar signs. The rise of…
~Suddenly a loud thud is heard followed by a digital roar~
Zybala: Marcus, look! Warthog is kicking your ass in the rematch!
~This breaks Welsh’s focus away from unearthing some of his past as OCW GM~
Welsh: What? Who started the game? Give me that!
~Welsh snares his controller and returns to playing the game. Zybala sighs, taking a few steps back. The nurse sneaks up behind him~
Nurse: Meyhu, huh? Should I remind Mr. Welsh of this...Meyhu?
~Zybala grumbles and produces a bag of COOL RANCH doritos, handing them over his shoulder to the nurse. She smiles and whispers~
Nurse: Next time...bring Salsa Verde.
~He looks disgusted, but agrees. We cut away~
~We return to the OCW Studio. Cheasy M is holding up a bag of Zybala’s Bleu Cheese flavored SUPERKICKS~
Cheasy M: Have you had these yet? No? Well, I’d recommend purchasing...AT YOUR OWN RISK. Haha, but, seriously, give them a shot! They are on sale in Key West and on the OCW website.
~Cheasy M tosses the bag over his shoulder~
Cheasy M: Speaking of SUPERKICKS...it’s INTERVIEW TIME
~Cheasy spins around in his chair, super excited for tonight's interview~
Cheasy M: Alright! Tonight we finally get to hear from OCW's most popular wrestler...although, it seems he's drifting a bit off the deep end lately, due to the transgressions of Peter Vaughn. Nevertheless, this man has given OCW some of its most memorable, unforgettable moments over the past 4 years...the one, the only...Mike Zybala!!
~Our view expands revealing Mike Zybala to Cheasy's right~
Cheasy M: Hey, Mike! Thanks for agreeing to appear on Piledriver! How are things going these days?
Zybala: Thanks for having me. Stuff has been a little hectic, as you've mentioned. Pete has done what very few people of been able to do over my 18 year career and has actually got inside my head. He's attacked me physically and mentally and emotionally. But hey, I'm still kicking so it's not all bad. How are you?
~Cheasy flashes his practiced smile~
Cheasy M: I'm just peachy! We're just a few days from House of Cards where you'll challenge Peter Vaughn for the OCW Craze Championship. It's a Hazardous Ladder Match, arguably OCW's most famous gimmick match...how big is this match for you, professionally and personally...and, would you say it's the biggest match of your OCW career?
Zybala: I'd say it is up. Definitely top three. If I'd be force to rank it, it would go Matt Meyhu in a cage for the World title, then Pete for the Crazed belt, then Bob Grenier at Lost at Sea for the commissioner position. The only ppv match that I've won in OCW, I might add. Though, that's been my story here. I always get the big matches, but I always get flim flammed at the last second.
~Cheasy nods. He, like everyone else, feels the sympathy and frustration Zybala feels regarding his lack of major success at OCW's biggest events~
Cheasy M: Some people are saying you're the greatest wrestler in OCW history to never win a championship. What do you think about that label? Is it offensive? And, are you determined to win OCW gold before your career is finished?
Zybala: I don't find it offensive in the least. I only see it as fuel to do better, a way to motivate myself into finally winning a championship title. If I'm already being labeled as one of the greats without being a champion, winning a title would make me a guaranteed first round candidate for the Hall of Fame, don't you think?
~Cheasy nods. He does some quick mental math, weighing the people in the Hall~
Cheasy M: You'd certainly be a strong contender, that's for sure. A storied OCW career you've enjoyed...you've faced Canadien drug addicts, Marvels, General Managers...the list goes on and on...but you've never quite faced anything like what you're up against THIS Sunday. Peter Vaughn is your student. He's a protege. In a lot of ways, he's family gone astray...how personal is this match-up? And, this personal element, how much does that increase the 'danger' level we could see inside that ring?
~ Zybala lets out a sigh. He knew this question would be asked. He just was hoping it wouldn't.~
Zybala: I feel divided. Part of me is happy, as stranger as that sounds. People finally are seeing Vaughn in the same light I always did. That's why I trained him and took him under my wing. I knew he could be the star that he is today. I'm truly happy for him. I wish this match would have been on better terms. A teacher versus student contest with respect taking place of hatred. I considered Pete a brother, and he stabbed me not only in the back, but in the heart as well. The only other person I got this close to in this business was the legendary Dave Van Dam, and he once betrayed me too. We had a huge bloody battle after that, but made amends. I think Pete and I are going to go to war... I just wish I could get through to him, ya know? But yeah, this is very personal. You're not gonna see a wrestling match, you're gonna see two guys beating the holy hell out of one another. We might not even be able to be a factor in the later matches.
~Cheasy nods. The weight upon Zybala's shoulders is visible. He reaches over, giving Mike a pat on the back~
Cheasy: A personal rivalry so heated you could fry an egg. Which, normally, would be more than enough sizzle...but now you factor in the stipulation...OCW's most famous match concept - The Hazardous Ladder Match. I believe this match is a first for both you and Peter. You've seen this match up close...you know how dangerous it can be. Unpredictability is a major spoiler in these matches. Are you prepared for this stipulation? Do you think, given the emotional weight, you'll be able to make split decisions whenever a curveball, via the stipulation, is thrown your way?
Zybala: I've actually been in a Hazardous Ladder match before in GCWA. If OCW's ladders are as well disguised as GCWA's then Pete and I are in for a bad time. Split decisions aren't the name of the game. I got to approach each ladder like it may break under our weight, and expect every ladder Pete grabs is the right one. Usually I've thrown caution to the wind for all my matches, but this one, I have to actually think about and approach with caution. Not too much, because Pete can take advantage of that.
~Cheasy points at Zybala indicating he's made a GREAT point~
Cheasy M: Your head is certainly in the game, Mike! We've discussed the personal animosity brewing between you and Vaughn. We've also discussed the match stipulation. Now, let's discuss the overarching theme of this Sunday's event...loyalty and betrayal. Who do you feel you can trust? Who are you gonna keep your eye on? Are you fearful that interference could prevent you from achieving your goal?
Zybala: To be frank, I'm gonna keep my eyes on everyone. The only one I feel I could trust the most is Ed Houston, and even then it's not a hundred percent. Everyone has been making deals with everyone and nobody can fully trust anyone, because at the end of the day, you're gonna do what's best for you. When push comes to shove, people are gonna do what's best for them, no one else. I'm trusting people as much as I trust those hazardous ladders.
~Cheasy looks...we see a clip of a ladder falling apart. A very spontaneous and ON THE READY clip. Cheasy focuses back on Mike~
Cheasy M: And those ladders are FAR from reliable. As we've seen. This interview has been one of the more serious I've conducted on this show...so let's move on to a lighter topic. Tell me about Outsiders. How's that going? What's in store in the near future? And where do you ultimately see Outsiders heading?
Zybala: We got big plans for Outsiders, despite the recent attack from Pryde and our traitorous world champion. In September, we'll be having our first ever ladies night where all the workers will be women. Lady fans get half off the ticket price! Plus the world title match between Allton and Vaughn is will be a huge draw at an upcoming card. There are a few more things in the pipeline, but we gotta keep some secrets. I DID want to have an OCW vs OCW supershow, but it seems Ms. 'Re doesn't share my belief that it would be a cash draw. As for the longevity of Outsiders, who knows. Though, I'd like to believe as long as there are Yardies out there, there will be a Outsiders Yard for them to cheer and boo to their hearts content.
~Cheasy flexes his arm~
Cheasy M: Maybe ole Cheasy could step into an Outsiders ring at some point!
~A voice is cleared. Cheasy turns. Who'Re gives him a very stern 'no'~
Cheasy M: Umm, yea, about what I just said...nevermind. Anyway...looking into the future...OCW's third month. Any name on the roster or rumored to be coming aboard you'd like to face at next month's event?
Zybala: You can have a guest spot in The Yard anytime you want, Cheasy. Don't be shy hahaha. Honestly, I wouldn't mind facing someone new. Though, since I don't really pay attention to any company I'm not in, I guess that anyone from a different fed would be new to me. Meyhu and Warstein are repeat performances I wouldn't mind going up against again though. The last time I faced both, I lost due to outside interference. I wouldn't mind seeing how I do in a fair fight. I know he's retired, but I wouldn't mind seeing I would do against Pryde either. Plus, despite being in OCW for four years, I have never faced Bifford in a one on one. I would love to see if I can topple the huge Hall of Famer.
~Cheasy slaps the desk~
Cheasy M: Zybala versus Bifford...now that's a match I HAVE to see!
~Images of such an encounter run through Cheasy's mind. He smiles~
Cheasy M: Alright, we're basically three days away from House of Cards. Care to make any predictions?
Zybala: Oh geez, normally I would have whole step by step predictions for a big show like this, but with all the possibilities of betrayals, nothing is certain. But, gun to my head, I'd have to say Ed shows us why he was a former world champ by beating Duke. I show Vaughn I'm still the teacher in our relationship, regardless of interference. Dylan Thomas will beat Outcast, unless he attacks me during my match, then he won't even make it to his. I think Xavier is gonna beat Brim again and retain the world title. Also, in a special feature match, I see TIO trying to go after the Trans-Atlantic title, just to get a contract, but Who'Re vetoes it.
~ Zybala looks off stage at Who'Re. ~
Zybala: I know Bishop said he only wants the world title, but he lies. He'll do anything to get a contract and make your life hell.
~Who'Re can't argue that. She's then instantly disgusted that she agrees with Zybala on something~
Cheasy M: I like those predictions, my man! Any parting words before we conclude what I think might be the best interview in Piledriver history?
Zybala: Only two things. One, try to treat Tony and Who'Re with more respect. They sign your checks after all. Number Two, to all the parents of those who get in my way at House of Cards, you might as well call me Whooping Cough; because I'm gonna destroy your children. Cheasy, it's been a pleasure. I don't care what anyone says about you.
~ Zybala stands up and offers a handshake. Cheasy responds by shaking the legend's hand. He wishes Zybala the best of luck THIS Sunday~
Cheasy M: Mike Zybala, everyone! When we come back...promo reviews with Leo! Stick around!
~We cut to commercial~
~The words “earlier this week” are displayed on the screen as the scene opens up and we find ourselves back at the location where we last saw Xavier Lux before he disappeared. It appears to be early morning and a Landrover vehicle approaches the abandoned town. It comes to a stop, maybe a quarter of a mile away from the entrance and both passenger side doors open; from one steps out Lux’s former manager Paco and from the other, Margarita Mix participant, “Cholo” Santana. They both walk towards the front of the vehicle and then maybe a few meters more before coming to a stop. They both look around, Cholo confused but Paco looks very concerned. ~
Paco: Where the hell is he man? He is supposed to be out by now.
Cholo: Supposed to? What do you mean?
Paco: Enigma never keeps his ‘visitors’ for more than a night. Something must have gone wrong.
Cholo: Well why don’t we just go in there and look for him ese?
Paco: Estas loco? There is a reason why this town is abandoned, there is a reason why this town is in the middle of nowhere and only those who have been here know how to find it.
Cholo: Do I want to know the reason?
Paco: Not really mi’jo.
Cholo: OK then, so now what?
~Paco pulls out his cellphone, walks around, trying to find a signal. Once he gets one he dials a number and waits~
Paco: Come on, pick-up, pick-up, pick-up. Mierda, voice mail.
Cholo: Well if he still in there, his cellphone won’t work right? I mean it is.. a dead zone am I right? Eh? Eh?
Paco: This is no laughing matter cabron! We need to get him out of there, he can’t miss his first title defense. Imagine what the General Manager would---
~Paco’s cell starts to ring; they both look at the caller and it is indeed Ms. Who’Re. ~
Cholo: Speak of el diablo, and she shall appear.
~Paco waves him off and then steps away as he answers. ~
Paco: Hola Ms. Whore, whore are you? Oh yes, lo siento, sorry, Hooray? Ms. Who? Ray? Ho.. I mean, how are the preparations for the PPV? Oh good, good, huh? What’s that? Xavier who? Right, sorry… Press conference? Like right now-right now? Um, no I don’t know where he is.. Ay!
~Paco holds the phone away from his ear and we clearly hear Who’Re screaming at Paco. Once she stops he brings the phone back to his ear. ~
Paco: Um, yes of course I’ll find him, I mean I’m not his manager any more.. OK! OK! Let me make a few calls. Oh don’t worry mamacita, he’ll be there, he’ll be there.
~She yells at him some more and then hangs up. Paco puts the phone away and then looks at the town wondering what to do. ~
Cholo: So now what?
Paco: We wait I guess.
Cholo: What?! For how long?!
Paco: As long as it takes. Enigma knows what’s a stake, he wouldn’t be keeping him if he didn’t have a reason.
~Cholo shakes his head and then walks over to the back of the Landrover. He opens the back door and then pulls out a cooler and brings it around. He takes out a few cervesas, opens them and gives one to his uncle.~
Cholo: I hope we don’t run out of beer.
~They toast as the scene fades to black. ~
'Marvelous' Mike Mason
Lewis Chad Pinkston
'The Bullet' Billy Young
Kai Morgan
Lily Lopez
Ricky Rodriguez
Aaron Warthog
Ciela Luiz
Vicky Stone
Bianca McBride
Father Thyme
"Cholo" Giovanni Santana
Vic Vinegar
[MYSTERY ENTRANT]
Talia Areano
Bam Miller
"Cowboy " Brett Daniels
Dolly Waters
Miss Fury
Jason Cashe
"The Sand Spider" Iraq Nid
"Enforcer" Anthony Cross
"Mr. Personality" Douglas Crane
Lexi Gold
Hector Malvado
Victor Malvado
Atara Themis
Ravana
Tara Fenix
"Dad Bod" David Barker
"Professor" Bradley Carrington
~We return to the OCW Studio~
Cheasy M: And we’re back! Feels like this episode is flying by, doesn’t it? Well, I’d assume that’s because we’re in the END GAME...the FINAL STRETCH toward House of Cards. OCW and its roster are dialed in to their mission that rests ahead of them in FOUR days.
~Cheasy holds up four fingers...emphasizing how close we are~
Cheasy M; Don’t believe me? Catch some of the promos from last week! These folks are DIALED IN. Nee further proof...well, let’s bring in OCW’s promo expert, Leo the High School Intern for this week’s segment of...PROMO REVIEWS!
~Our viewpoint expands to reveal...LEO! He’s wearing some very goodwillish clothing. But, he seems to feel stylish, so we’ll let him have it~
Cheasy M: Leo, my man! Welcome back for some more promo reviews!
Leo the High School Intern: I mean, it’s my unpaid job to be here. Thank goodness I love what I do.
Cheasy M: Dig the enthusiasm...so, week three has come and gone...we dove into a couple of the ultimate promos last week. What’s gone down since we last spoke?
Leo the High School Intern: Well, Outcast entered the gates of Hell, not literally, in his pursuit for justice. For his efforts, he received a busted nose, a sliced eyebrow, two broken fingers and...that might be it.
Cheasy M: Yikes. You think that’s wise, given he’s got to face Dylan Thomas in four days?
Leo the High School Intern: No, but since when did wisdom ever enter the mind of an OCW wrestler? Outcast also seems to have grown to hate Dylan Thomas. I don’t think these two had an opinion of one another when they signed up but now...well, at least on Outcast’s end...he really dislikes Mr. Thomas.
Cheasy M: Yea, well Dylan can have that affect on people.
Leo the High School Intern: Outcast is real and gritty. He thinks Thomas is fake. He didn’t much care for Dylan’s philanthropic efforts. He wants to injure Thomas and remove him from OCW so someone more to his liking can take his spot.
Cheasy M: Man. Thomas had better be prepared come Sunday. Okay, what’s up with Mike Zybala...he’s been all over this show, as always. Where’s his mind at, according to you?
Leo the High School Intern: Zybala seems to have lost it. I mean, not on this show...but in his day-to-day life. He was last seen chasing a guy named Aaron around, while wielding an ax, threatening to harm him. He also thinks Aaron is Peter.
Cheasy M: So he wants to kill Peter Vaughn.
Leo the High School Intern: It sure seems that way. Vaughn and everybody else who has betrayed or let him down over the years. But, fortunately for Aaron and his family, Zybala eventually snapped out of his rage and realized Aaron was NOT Peter. This was all during a House of Cards arts and crafts contest...kinda thing.
Cheasy M: Sounds like Zybala could use a vacation.
Leo the High School Intern: Not if you ask him. He’s as focused as ever. He’s NEVER won a title in OCW...a streak that’s finally starting to get to him. Given his chance this Sunday...at a title...against someone who has betrayed him on the deepest of levels...it seems as though Mike is laser focused in getting the championship gold orangutan off his back.
Cheasy M: Well, based on our interaction tonight...I hope he does. Good guy, that Zybala. Okay...let’s focus on his opponent. Peter Vaughn. He’s been handing out receipts all month. Who was next on his hit list?
Leo the High School Intern: I think we’ve reached the root of Peter’s issues. It seems his father, constantly preventing him from fighting back, created a wall within Peter’s subconscious, forcing him to acquiesce, to let people walk all over him.
Cheasy M: Really?
Leo the High School Intern: Yep. The NEW Peter is breaking through that wall and has great animosity toward his father for erecting it within his subconscious to begin with. So much so that he willed his medically incapacitated father toward the edge of a cliff.
Cheasy M: What
Leo the High School Intern: We never see what happens...but we do find out that Peter’s father has passed away.
Cheasy M: …
Leo the High School Intern: Which all ties into his hatred for Zybala. You see, Zybala is like a father figure to Peter...the same father figure that’s held him back all these years. So, like his real father, he’s looking to eliminate and erase any and all influences Zybala has and could have over him.
Cheasy M: Whew. Not sure what to say other than...Zybala’s got his work cut out for him. How about something lighter...what about Ed? WHAT’S ED UP TO?
Leo the High School Intern: Ed’s still trying to win that NASA tour. He’s got a line out the door for autographs...the only issue is, time is running out. So, he makes a few calls to hurry the fundraising only to realize he’s going to fall short.
Cheasy M: Ah man, that sucks.
Leo the High School Intern: But, as fate would have it, the man he’s bidding against has a son...and that son is a huge fan of the film Meteor.
Cheasy M: Well, what do you know!
Leo the High School Intern: Ed and the caring father strike a deal...allowing Houston a few spots on the NASA tour. Now, as far as Thad goes...this seems to be another allegory for a father giving in and catering to their son’s needs. As you know, Ed feels Thad has been handed everything in life.
Cheasy M: He does feel that way.
Leo the High School Intern: Ed also looks at Thad as someone who is merely passing through. A flavor of the month. That clock that’s gone up at OCW headquarters...the ‘Thad Clock’. Ed sees that as a countdown to Duke’s dismissal from OCW. He looks to send him packing this Sunday at House of Cards.
Cheasy M: Hey, if anybody can do it...it’s Ed Houston. So, what’s the CHAMP up to...we’ve still got a main event to talk about, don’t we?
Leo the High School Intern: Yes we do. Xavier Lux flew to El Salvador to visit with Enigma so that he could obtain information into the whereabouts of his father, OCW legend, Scorpion.
Cheasy M: Love all these old names...I think I may have crossed paths with Enigma back in the day.
Leo the High School Intern: Very likely. He was in OCW for awhile. Lux is clearly on edge...as anybody in his spot would be...given the way he snaps at Paco. This almost leads to a fight, in mid-air, on a private jet between Lux and ‘Cholo’...who, might I remind everyone, is a member of The Mix.
Cheasy M: Defending the OCW Title. Carrying a promotion. Looking over his shoulder for his lunatic father. Ghosts from his past coming back to haunt him...yea, I’d say Xavier is missing a few hours of sleep each night.
Leo the High School Intern: He ends up being dropped off and unexpectedly left in an old, abandoned town. No electricity. No life. All there appears to be, of note, is a church and an increasingly thickening fog...which he walks into before we cut away.
Cheasy M: Is he...okay? Still of this Earth?
Leo the High School Intern: I’d like to think so...because he is really, really eager to prove the doubters wrong and show everybody that his win at Quarantined was no fluke. You see, no champion wants to lose the title in their first defense. You aren’t looked at as a REAL champion, unless you’ve defended that belt at least one time.
Cheasy M: That’s certainly true...and, speaking of his challenger, the man many are predicting will defeat him at House of Cards. What’s BRIM up to?
Leo the High School Intern: We caught BRIM walking through some sort of catacomb following an old man who kept tossing him words of wisdom.
Cheasy M: Interesting. BRIM’s been spending a lot of time underground recently.
Leo the High School Intern: Indeed he has. The Old Man had some harsh words for BRIM, calling him lazy and unmotivated. It served as sort of a pep talk to get BRIM focused on what is, undoubtedly, the biggest match of his career.
Cheasy M: Yep, he walks in Savage Champion. He walks in with a chance to leave OCW Champion. BUT, he could walk out..with nothing.
Leo the High School Intern: BRIM grows irritated and becomes adamant that he has what it takes and he’s gonna show the world. He’s determined to finish the job he started at Quarantined by defeating Xavier Lux and walking out, OCW Champion. Oh, and the catacomb came to an end and opened up behind the OCW Arena.
Cheasy M: Oh wow...a catacomb in Key West that conveniently opens up behind the OCW Arena...how did that get built?
Leo the High School Intern: I don’t know. I’m gonna guess Dean had something to do with it. Maybe Syren.
Cheasy M: Sounds legit...well, Leo, as always...thanks for being here and breaking these down. Any predictions for this Sunday before I let you go?
Leo the High School Intern: Whew...these matches are too close to call. I think Zybala and Vaughn steal the show. I think we see more than one betrayal...and, I bet we get the debut of a huge, mega pro wrestling superstar.
Cheasy M: Alright, you heard it from the intern’s mouth! House of Cards is gonna be crazy! Alright...we’re gonna take a quick break...when we return...one final standings update as we head into the all important House of Cards event! Stick around...we’ll be right back!
~We cut to commercial~
~ We go outside and see Mike Zybala walking up to the doors to The Garden of Betrayal. He has a letter in his hand. He places his hand on the handle, takes a deep breath and opens the door. He walks into The Garden and sees Peter Vaughn standing there, admiring some flowers. Zybala clears his throat and Vaughn turns around. The two men stare at each other. You would need a chainsaw to cut the tension i n the air. But throwing a chainsaw in the middle of these two sounds like a very, very bad idea. Zybala decides to be the first to offer a form of a greeting. ~
Zybala: Peter…
~Vaughn seems to be swallowing the rage that always forms whenever he sees Zybala nowadays.~
Vaughn: Zybala…
~ Zybala holds up the letter. ~
Zybala: First, excellent penmanship. Second, you wanted to see me?
~Vaughn nods, calming himself down. After a second, though, he starts shaking his head.~
Vaughn: Actually, this was Jonathan’s idea. I mean, it WAS my penmanship, I’ve been working on it, and I think it is improving… but it was Jonathan’s idea overall. He told me that he owed you a favor from the GCWA days, and wanted us to meet one more time before House of Cards to see if we can… work something out.
~He makes the last part of that sentence sound like he’s working through a mouthful of nails. But not fingernails. That would be cannibalism. Just good, old-fashioned metal nails. Zybala looks at Vaughn suspiciously. If Barrows is involved, Zybala better be on his guard.
Zybala: And what exactly did you have in mind? Go grab a beer? Hug it out? Maybe help rebuild The Yard after your attack? What's the plan Pete??
Vaughn: I would offer to help rebuild Exile Island, but you did a pretty nice job of setting it on fire.
~Zybala and Vaughn glare at each other, as if ready to go right here, right now. But Vaughn sighs, gesturing around him.~
Vaughn: Since we’re in the Garden, though… let’s make a deal. I know there’s been a lot of hatred between us over the last two months. But I also know, deep down, you want our friendship to still be alive somehow. You want us to be the pair we used to be, two Outsiders who tried to take on the world together. And maybe… there’s still a way.
Zybala: First off, I didn't burn down The Island. I only burned the traitors. The Island and the Hotel were unharmed. Though I guess I do want to salvage our friendship deep down. What are you proposing?
~ Zybala keeps glancing back at the door, making sure this isn't some sort of ambush. He eyes The Garden behind Peter as well. Zybala is keeping his guard up. Surprisingly, though, Vaughn doesn’t seem to have anything planned, that we know of, at least.~
Vaughn: My father passed away this week…
~Zybala looks stunned for a moment, having not heard the news. He instinctively starts to step forward, then remembers who he’s talking to and moves back. Vaughn doesn’t seem to notice.~
Vaughn: It kind of gives you a whole new perspective, losing someone who used to be so important in your life. I used to think the world of you, Zybala. Maybe I can get there again. Maybe. But I’m going to need a grand gesture from you, something that shows you truly are my friend, and not just in it for yourself.
~Vaughn steps to the side, sniffing at a flower. It’s a gesture seen many times in the garden, but never from Vaughn.~
Vaughn: You see, Jonathan has been talking to OCW Management. They left a small loophole in the contracts for House of Cards. They state that any wrestler can make a deal with another wrestler to be involved in each other’s matches, and to help the other person win. The loophole is that it doesn’t say that it can’t be two wrestlers in the SAME match.
~Vaughn turns his attention back to Zybala, while still holding the flower with one hand. It’s slightly stretched, but still attached to its roots.~
Vaughn: If you ARE my friend… if you’re someone I can trust again… then you’ll help me win at House of Cards. You’ll help me keep my OCW Craze Championship, making sure no other wrestlers that you’ve made deals with interfere. I’ll tell my guys to hold off as well. We find the correct ladder, I climb up and get my title, and you… you show me that we can be a team again. That we can be friends again.
~Vaughn deliberately turns his back on Zybala, back to the flowers. He closes his eyes.~
Vaughn: Are you my friend?
~ Zybala is shocked! He is torn between wanting his friend back and winning his first OCW title. After a few minutes, he walks over to Peter and places a hand on his shoulder. ~
Zybala: Fine.
Vaughn: Come again?
Zybala: I'll take a dive. I'll have other chances. Right now is your time to shine. You climb the ladder.
Vaughn: You… you mean it? You’ll do that for me?
~Zybala nods once, although his eyes still seem to show a little uncertainty. He turns and walks away, leaving the Garden of Betrayal behind. Vaughn watches him go, a slow smile spreading across his face. The flower he’s been holding gets enveloped by his hand… and crushed. The petals fall to the ground, scattered. Vaughn looks down at it, then at his hand, not realizing what he’s done. He then turns and goes in the other direction, to go meet with Jonathan Barrows… and tell him of his success.~
OCW Presents: House of Cards
LIVE! Sunday, July 25th, 2021
Location: OCW Arena
OCW Championship
Paradigm Championship
Craze Championship
Contenders Match
TransAtlantic Championship
Joker's Challenge
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
Open Challenge
Vhodka Black (c) vs. TBA
Will Kevin Spacey Accept?
Harold 'The Headliner' Jones vs. Kevin Spacey
~We cut to a court room. It’s got no name. We’re not even sure where it is. Images of OCW icons are painted on the walls in a very artsy manner. We think OCW fan and world renowned painter, Rockelangelo is behind this artistry. Because the man loves to paint AND ROCK. Anyway, we see a judge, menacing...powerful...seated overlooking the court. All we can make out is Who’Re, standing before this very angry judge. And no, it’s not THE JUDGE. The backdrop behind Who’Re is dark making its contents indiscernible~
Judge: WHY HAVE YOU BROUGHT THIS CASE BEFORE US. WE WERE BUSY WATCHING SCOTT SYREN AGAINST SILVERFREAK FOR THE 100TH TIME. GREAT MATCH. WE LOVE IT.
Who’Re: Well, Judge of all that matters in OCW history. I come before you to attempt to right a wrong.
Judge: IS IT SILVERFREAK’S OCW TITLE WIN OVER SCORPION? BECAUSE WE’VE GONE THROUGH THAT...SO MANY TIMES. IT STANDS THE WAY IT IS CURRENTLY WRITTEN IN THE HISTORY BOOKS.
Who’Re: No, it’s not that. This matter is concerning the OCW Tag Titles erroneously changing hands last week. You see...Krayzie and Byson Kaliban valiantly defended OCW’s honor against Thunder Knuckles and Bobby Bourbon. They were poised to win when...suddenly…
~Who’Re chokes up. Perhaps looking for some sympathy from the judge~
Who’Re: The terrorist known as The Incredible One interfered costing OCW the match and their tag titles. OUR tag titles are now in the possession of B.O.B. being paraded around in XWF.
~This judge things. THIS ALL KNOWING HISTORICAL JUDGE~
Judge: So, you’re telling me that OCW had a wild match in which interference resulted in a title switch?
Who’Re: Yes. Also on foreign ground. Korean ground.
Judge: I see…
~This Judge thinks long and hard on how to rule. Who’Re pleads with her emotional eyes. Finally, a verdict is in~
Judge: SOUNDS LIKE CLASSIC OCW TO ME! APPEAL DENIED! THUNDER KNUCKLES AND BOBBY BOURBON WILL BE HEREBY RECOGNIZED IN THE OFFICIAL RECORD BOOKS AS OCW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS
Who’Re: UGH
Judge: Watch yourself. You don’t want to be held in contempt of court. That’s where people like Melinda Rhodes wind up.
Who’Re: Sorry!
Judge: But, fear not...these tag titles are now ACTIVE. And, thus, must be defended at OCW’s next Pay Per View event. IF The Knuckles of Thunder and Bobby Bourbon do not show up to defend the OCW Tag Titles at the next event...they will be vacated and will be returned...RIGHT HERE, to OCW.
~Who’Re takes some solace in this knowledge~
Judge: Now...BE GONE WITH YOU. I’M GOING TO WATCH THE BIG BIFFORD DEFEAT DANGEROUS DAN FOR THE TWELFTH TIME.
~Who’Re exits. We cut back to Piledriver~
Cheasy M: And there you have it! It’s official! Thunder Knuckles and Bobby Bourbon are recognized as OCW Tag Team Champions. Thanks, TIO...you incredible jerk!
~Cheasy shakes his head...everybody on staff was hoping this might get overturned. Oh well. Classic OCW~
Cheasy M: It looks as though we’ll be seeing those two bastards back in OCW at our next Pay Per View event. Hopefully we can put together a team capable of knocking them off and returning these belts back home where they belong.
~The camera cuts. Cheasy adjusts~
Cheasy M: Alright...it’s now time for an updated look at the OCW Standings!
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~Cheasy looks at the Standings~
Cheasy M: Congratulations to Xavier Lux for being the first wrestler to hit 20 points!
~We hear a light applause~
Cheasy M: Thomas holding steady. HUGE move for Mike Zybala as he surpasses Peter Vaughn, who also had a strong week. The bottom four remain the same. All-in-all a slow week...but, these guys have House of Cards on their minds...so what do you expect?
~Cheasy turns around as the Rankings disappear~
Cheasy M: House of Cards will, no doubt, bring a dramatic update to the OCW Rankings. Don’t like where you sit? Segments. Promos. CD pieces. Newswire items. Activity! Get active and watch your name run up the list! The higher you are, the more consideration you will receive come booking time!
~Cheasy exhales. We’re just about over for this week~
Cheasy M: Don’t forget...THIS SUNDAY OCW Presents: HOUSE OF CARDS LIVE from the OCW Arena! Four Championship level matches! Xavier Lux defending against BRIM! Outcast taking on Dylan Thomas. A WAR set to go down between Mike Zybala and Peter Vaughn as Zybala looks to capture his first belt in OCW. And, the debut of Thaddeus Duke as he goes one on one with THE ROCKETMAN, Ed Houston.
~Cheasy takes a sip of water. He continues hyping~
Cheasy M: Plus, Vhodka Black returns to defend her TransAtlantic Championship in an OPEN CHALLENGE. And, Harold Jones will invite Kevin Spacey to the ring to settle their differences...even if they are extremely one sided.
~Another sip of water~
Cheasy M: Plus, with it being an OCW PPV you know some unannounced, impact filled moments will go down! Tony Savage is trying to sign more names to the roster...will he succeed? What about this wrestling MEGA STAR Leo thinks will show up? What about The Incredible One? Mack promised he’d be there...what’s his aim? Thunder Knuckles and Bobby Bourbon are officially recognized as tag champs...will they appear? So many questions...so little time...folks we are FOUR DAYS away...buckle up, it’s about to get rad.
~The music signaling the end to Piledriver rises in volume~
Cheasy M: It’ll be the talk around the water cooler come Monday morning. Don’t be the nerd who misses out on the event everyone will be watching. Be sure to order HOUSE OF CARDS THIS SUNDAY! And, for that, I’m Cheasy M...we’ll see you next week with a show that will be LOADED with news! Take care, everyone! And good luck to the warriors heading into battle THIS SUNDAY at House of Cards!
~We fade out from the Studio...but not to the end of the show. It appears we have one, final segment~
The usual follow up program to Piledriver isn’t shown, as white noise and static can be seen and heard on the feed. The distortion leaves after a few moments, showing a dark abandoned warehouse. You can see the moon rising from one of the large windows in the back, and the light from the moon illuminates the place just enough that it’s clear that it is a warehouse but not clear what is inside. A television set suddenly turns on, showing the feed to be of the warehouse, and the light from the TV shines on a figure tied up to a seat, with a cloth hood on.
???: It’s funny, isn’t it?
The voice comes out of nowhere, and the silhouette of a figure walks from behind the TV. Again, the small amount of light from the moon and TV makes it certain there is a person walking around, but not enough that the identity is clear. The person runs their hand on the cloth hood and rips it off, revealing it to be Greg, who’s been missing the entire program.
???: You forced my hand.
The head of the person comes into the light, and Greg looks in horror, his mouth duct-taped so he can’t scream, as TIO is shown. TIO snarls at Greg before looking into a camera he had set up himself. It’s clear that TIO is angry, but he’s also strangely calm.
TIO: I told you, Who’Re, that I get what I want. I speak the truth. I came to your arena, you said no. I came to your office, you said no. I screwed your tag team champions... you said no.
He stops for a moment, taking a big breath, and laughs while scruffing Greg’s hair.
TIO: This isn’t my fault - it’s your fault, Who’Re. I made it very simple for you - a roster spot and the winner of Xavier Lux and Brim. You’ve consistently denied it. On one hand, I admire that you aren’t backing down on your stance. But even if I admire it, we can both agree it reeks in stupidity. You’d rather have a bunch of nobodies on your roster than a proven, hall of fame, member.
TIO walks out of the light for a brief moment and returns with a crowbar. He shows it in front of Greg, who begins to panic and breath rapidly.
TIO: I mentioned before I would terrorize this roster… this company - to get what I want. The first step was making sure the tag titles weren’t your concern anymore. You failed to see the light. Here’s step number two…
TIO gripens the crowbar and smashes Greg in his gut. Greg is visibly in pain but he can’t call out due to the duct tape on his mouth. TIO then smashes the crowbar against the back of Greg, and it instantly knocks him out. Blood is shown going down the side of his head as TIO takes his foot and pushes Greg to the ground, the chair he’s tied to following him.
TIO: We’re on a timer now. And this isn’t a timer for the debut of Thaddeus Duke, no. It’s a timer that once it hits zero, and you haven’t changed your stance once again, I will make sure House and Cards goes down as one of the worst PPV’s in OCW history. I will make sure every match is compromised and I will not stop until I get what I want - what I deserve.
Without warning, TIO swiftly walks up to the camera, grabs it and moves it, so all that is in frame is his face.
TIO: Time is running out!
*Static*