Wednesday, August 11th, 2021
Taped from the OCW Studio
Episode #13
~It’s Wednesday night...HUMP DAY! That’s right, middle of the week...all down hill from here, folks! So, grab a bottle of that gas station wine and kick back on your shitty sofa for some PRO WRESTLING! Piledriver is set to hit your television screen via that amazing streaming software you’ve got plugged in. Fire Stick, in this narrator’s case. Love me my Fire Stick. So much so I have seven of them and only 4 TVs. Yea, I’m a fan. A few dumb commercials air...one for THE Suicide Squad which...ya know, turned out to be not-so-shitty. Might give it another watch after a night of heavy drinking. Anyway...the commercials end and the OCW logo flashes...we then get that groovy tune informing us that we are LIVE at the OCW Studio with Cheasy M behind the desk~
Cheasy M: Hello again everyone and welcome to another episode of PILEDRIVER! I’m your host, Cheasy M and this week we’ve got FOUR more Margarita Mix opening round matches!
~We hear some canned ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’. Cheasy wiggles his fingers like he’s super intrigued~
Cheasy M: Who will advance? Who will go home as a dreaded ONE AND DONE? We’ll, we’re going to find out very, very shortly. Also, Leo is back with some promo reviews...an expanded roster means MORE reviews than ever...so you’ll want to stick around for that!
~There’s some chatter about the NEW LEO. I guess we’ll have to see what that portends~
Cheasy M: OCW’s CFO, Tony Savage will also be joining me for an update on OCW’s finances and news on a potential major signing.
~WHAT? ANOTHER SIGNING? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON~
Cheasy M: And, finally, we’ll get an updated look at the OCW Standings.
~This narrator doesn’t have much to add about that~
Cheasy M: So tons of fun...some in-ring action...and a bunch of news! The road toward Under the Lights continues right here on Piledriver!
~The camera cuts and Cheasy shifts~
Cheasy M: You all may have heard the big news this past Sunday...that’s right, OCW GM Who’Re reached out, contacted, and signed Pro Wrestling legend – Chris Spade.
~Some of Spade’s achievements are shown~
Cheasy M: Chris Spade last appeared in the UWF. He built a legendary career over there...winning the UWF Championship and receiving in induction into the UWF Hall of Fame. Spade, now, looks to tackle and conquer OCW. Accolades aside...why would Who’Re sign Chris Spade?
~Cheasy contemplates before answering~
Cheasy M: Freshness, that’s why. Spade has literally zero connection to anybody on this roster. He’s a fresh face. A fresh name. He’s from an entirely different part of the pro wrestling world. His talents and personality will increase the multi-faceted mindset and attitude of this great promotion.
~Cheasy nods, very excited~
Cheasy M: Chris Spade will debut at Under the Lights. I, personally, hope to have him on here for an interview very soon. Get ready, folks...because Chris Spade is here and he’s going to make an impact.
~The camera cuts. Cheasy shifts~
Cheasy M: Speaking of impact...have you guys been following the twitter war between Atara Themis and Jason Cashe? If not, you’ve been missing out! There’s talk that a first round MIX MATCH could claim Feud of the Month. That’d be wild.
~Cheasy shakes his head, chuckling over some of the tweets these two have exchanged~
Cheasy M: A match that some pegged as tonight’s main event...well, I don’t think OCW could wait any longer. We’re ready to see who prevails in the ring after an acerbic war of words. Atara Themis and Miss Fury take on Jason Cashe and Lexi Gold in first round MIX action...that match starts...NOW!
~We cut to footage of this first round Mix Match~
Kicking off one of the most anticipated first round MIX matches was Lexi Gold. She made her appearance to a tremendous ovation from the adoring OCW audience. They were quickly spurned, however, upon witnessing Lexi’s arrogance and elitist attitude towards them. Their excitement to greet her soured and a few boos began to filter throughout the arena. Lexi didn’t care...strutting to the ring with her head held high, marching up the steps and entering through the ropes.
And then came Jason Cashe...another sizable pop. OCW fans had been waiting to see Cashe step through that curtain for YEARS. Finally, the moment had arrived! Cashe paused at the top of the apron, taking everything in...a veteran realizing what can and can’t be taken for granted. He turned his focus toward the ring and made his way down the ramp, sliding in and popping up in front of Lexi. He sized her up...as I’m sure most men do when confronted by her pristine aesthetics.
Next was Miss Fury! Her appearance drew the biggest boos of the evening! A ‘Fuck BOB’ chant added fuel to the fire. These fans were very clear as to how they felt toward BOB...still seething over the idea that BOB holds the OCW Tag Team Titles. Fury didn’t care...as a flagship member of the group, she had grown used to this sort of behavior. She reached the ring and rolled in under the bottom rope. Fury turned, waiting the arrival of a former ally.
And that former ally turned foe would be none other than Atara Themis. Themis, too, carried an aura that was far from welcoming to the fans. This caused the narrator to stop, pause, and realize...geezus, all four competitors in this match are fucking heels. Themis reached the bottom of the ramp and stared up at Fury...a moment of uncertainty arrived. What would take precedence? In-ring success or outside the ring politics? Atara carefully walked the steps, stood on the apron and entered...Fury giving her safe passage.
Cashe looked around...unfamiliar territory for the veteran. He was BY FAR the most likable person in this match. He threw one arm in the air...the fans popped. He tested this once more by throwing the other arm in the air...a second pop. So, Cashe shrugged and threw both arms in the air to a HUGE POP. At that point, he decided to just go with it.
Lexi took the apron. As did Fury. Zero communication between the two. The bell rang. Themis turned toward Cashe. She put her arms up and took a step forward...Cashe jumped back and quickly tagged Lexi into the match! Cashe hurried through the ropes, avoiding any possibility of the dreaded PHALLUS FORE. Themis narrowed her eyes, shook her head, and said something in greek that could probably be translated into, “pussy”.
The two beautiful women locked up. They spent the next several minutes jockeying for position. Rest holds. Counters. Evasive maneuvers. Take downs. These two wrestled as though they were one another’s equal. Eventually, Atara managed to hook Lexi from behind, looking to toss her over with Birth of Venus (German Suplex). But, Lexi flipped all the way over, landing on her feet. A confused Themis turned around, only to suffer the impact of Lexi’s Fool’s Gold, sending Atara face first into the middle buckle.
Due to the nature of her situation, Gold hurried and tossed Atara into her team’s corner, allowing Fury a chance to reach in and slap Atara in the back of the head for a tag, entering the match. She grabbed Themis and threw her out of the ring, focusing on Gold. Lexi seemed more than happy to remain in the ring, leaving Cashe on the apron despite a few requests for a tag.
Miss Fury proved to be strong and fierce, muscling Lexi around and taking advantage of the match in short order. Before long, Lexi was beaten down and in serious trouble. Cashe tried like hell to step in and help out, only to get blocked by Scruff. He yelled and urged Lexi to come his way...but Fury would not let her go.
Fury dropped Lexi with a DDT. This resulted in a two count. Fury blasted Lexi with a Shotgun Dropkick...another two count. Gold was proving her toughness.
The crowd popped when Gold stunned Fury with a jawbreaker. She stumbled around, heading for Jason’s outstretched hand, only to get dropped with a Backstabber!! The crowd groaned with disappointment. Fury hooked both legs for a 1! 2! KICK OUT! Lexi remained alive...but for how long?
Both women on their feet, Fury hooked Lexi for a suplex...Gold fought her off with a knee into the lower abdomen. Fury stumbled back. Before Gold could take advantage, Miss Fury spun around, looking to put Lexi down with Judas Effect! But Lexi ducked! She took Fury from behind and dropped her with Means to an End!!! Fury was down! The crowd was on their feet! Lexi rolled over and looked at Cashe...she began to crawl to make the SUPER HOT TAG.
Furious, Atara scowled, staring at Fury, who remained down. She watched Lexi inching closer to Cashe. Scruff seemed entirely focused on Lexi. So, Atara snuck in, grabbed Fury by the arm and mercilessly dragged her into their corner. Slinging the limp body of Fury recklessly into their corner. She stepped back out, reached in, and slapped Fury on the arm, entering the match. The fans booed. Scruff turned, but it was too late to see anything other than Themis entering.
Lexi was inches from Cashe. She prepared to lunge for the final tag...she reached out and...was denied!! Atara snared Lexi by the leg, dragging her back into the center of the ring. The fans booed! A pissed off Cashe stood on the apron, shaking his head. Having witnessed what happened and Scruff doing NOTHING about it...he was like “Fuck this bullshit.” He leaped over the top rope and entered into the ring. Atara, seeing an opportunity to fuck Cashe up, headed his way.
Scruff was losing control. He got in Atara’s way. He tried to keep Cashe away from her. Lexi got to her feet. Things were unraveling. Themis tried to break through Scruff to get to Jason, but Scruff pushed her away. Cashe suddenly unleashed MARK OF JASON...right into Lexi’s face!!! The fans were stunned. Atara froze. Scruff stopped and looked down. Lexi was OUT.
Themis got over the surprise of the move and threw Scruff to the side, charging at Cashe...but he dodged her attempt to blast him with Judgment of Paris and, instead, jumped up, grabbed Atty’s head and hit U.T.I.!!!! The crowd popped!! Cashe returned to his feet. He surveyed the scene...Themis down. Lexi down. He shook his head and left...the crowd remained puzzled.
Atara, not one to waste an opportunity...held her neck and slowly crawled, tossing her arm over Lexi’s broken body. Scruff slid in with the count. 1! 2! 3!!!! The bell rang.
Cashe, halfway through the crowd at this point, turned around, witnessing Themis and Fury getting their hands raised. He smirked, turned his back toward the ring and left. Themis and Fury shared a look that left no doubt they were on anything except the same page. They exited, separately. Lexi was tended to by a few OCW medics.
Match Time: 17:55
Winners: Atara Themis & Miss Fury
~We cut back to Cheasy in studio~
Cheasy M: What in the heck? Why did Cashe hit Lexi and abandon his team? He had Atara down...victory was within his grasp...what’s going through his mind?
~Cheasy is confused~
Cheasy M: I’m sure he’s got his reasons...but I know one thing...our GM won’t be happy. She is a HUGE fan of Lexi Gold. And, in fact, I’m being told we’ll hear from her later in tonight’s broadcast about Jason Cashe’s actions.
~We cut, Cheasy adjusts~
Cheasy M: However, as a result, the most dysfunctional team in the tournament gets a pass into the second round. Classic OCW, baby. Atara Themis and Miss Fury await the winner of the tag match between LC Pinkston and Bam Miller versus Aaron Warthog and Ciela Luiz. One would have to assume that the winner of that match sees Themis and Fury as damn near a bye into the semi finals given how poorly they work together as a unit.
~We cut. Cheasy adjusts~
Cheasy M: But, that’s the unpredictability of THE MIX. Three more matches left to air which will close up shop on the first round. Stick around, we’ll be right back with more Wednesday Night Piledriver!
~We cut away~
~We find ourselves at the back entrance to the OCW arena. Security is tight back here, to make sure no lunatics don’t sneak into the event. At least, no lunatics who are not currently under contract with the company. We have standards, after all. As the shot turns, we see a few security guards waiting around near the doors. One, who’s apparently in charge, steps up as a man walks towards him.~
Security Guard: Stop for a second, sir. So what’s in the boxes?
Man: Hi, I’m from Jersey Mike’s. I’m here for a delivery for a Ms. Who’Re? Am I pronouncing it right?
Security Guard: Depends on who you ask.
~The guard looks over the paperwork, but he seems more interested in how anxious the delivery man seems. He takes a closer look, nodding to himself as he realizes who this has to be.~
Security Guard: You really expected me to believe this? That Who’Re would order food for everyone?
~The guard raises up the receipts, which he seems to think are forgeries. The apparent addition of crayon probably had something to do with it. The camera turns, showing the delivery man holding a hat down tightly over his head. He nervously shrugs at the guard.~
Man: I don’t know what you’re talking about. Someone called for a delivery of hoagies, and I’m just here to, y’know, deliver them.
~The guard reaches out and plucks the hat off of the man, startling him. We now see that it’s Barry Barrows, an infamous Outsiders wrestler! Barry tries to grab the hat back, as if that would be enough to continue the charade, but the guard holds it in the air, keeping it from him.~
Security Guard: You know good and well I can’t let you in here, Barry. You have to buy a ticket like everyone else.
Barry Barrows: I tried! They put me on a no-ticket list! And I can’t afford the scrapers!
Security Guard: You mean ‘Scalpers’.
Barry Barrows: Whatever. C’mon, Joe! You and me, we’re tight! You know I could be a star here! I just need a chance to talk to Who’Re, or Tony, or someone!
Security Guard: Not a chance in hell. If Zybala can’t get you in, no one can. Now c’mon, get out of here…
Barry Barrow: But Joooooeeeeee…..
~The guard, apparently named Joe, drags Barry away, making sure to escort him far off the premises. Behind them, another guard can be seen checking out the hoagies, looking hungry. He gives his own paperwork a cursory glance.~
Security Guard #2: So this is a delivery for who again?
~The man standing near him slowly raises his head. Underneath a different style of cap, we see the dark look of Peter “The Janitor” Vaughn.~
Peter Vaughn: I’m supposed to take it straight to Dylan & Lissandra Thomas’ room. It’s… something special for them.
~The guard, clearly not nearly as smart as Joe is (or maybe just extremely hungry), shrugs. He waves Vaughn on, as he pushes a seemingly heavy box through the doorway. Vaughn looks backwards for a second with contempt, before a smile crosses his face. He moves on past, as the guard reaches for a sandwich.~
Security Guard #2: Damn, these look good. Barry wouldn’t put anything in them, would he, Cyrus?
~Another guard comes over to check the food out himself, as we cut away.~
~Scene opens up at the local hospital made famous by “The Janitor” Peter Vaughn. We find ourselves in the rehabilitation wing of the hospital, and it is here where Xavier Lux has been residing the last few days. He is sitting on a wheelchair still sporting the protective chest cast. An unknown OCW reporter approaches him, likely another intern since Leo has been sort of blowing it lately. The OCW intern watches Lux who is in the middle of doing some leg exercises, when Lux finishes the set, the intern speaks. ~
OCW Intern: Hello Xavier, sorry to interrupt you during your rehab, I was wondering if we could get an update on your condition seeing as how we are less than a month away from the Under the Lights Pay-Per-view.
Xavier Lux: Well, I’m no doctor, if you want a professional update on how I’m doing, you are better off going to talk to my doc. That is, if you can find him.
OCW Intern: What do you mean?
Xavier Lux: Well, let’s just say he and I aren’t seeing eye to eye on things, so I told him that unless he is coming to clear me, I don’t want to see his ugly mug.
OCW Intern: So you aren’t cleared to wrestle?
Xavier Lux: Sharp one aren’t ya?
OCW Intern: Um, sorry. Professional update aside then, would you like to give us and more importantly, the fans an update from your point of view?
Xavier Lux: The fans huh? Well, the fans have been great to me, I’m not going to lie. Despite my countless efforts to put my father’s OCW under the mud, despite what I did to the Hall of Fame, despite it all, the fans are still there for me supporting me and throughout my stay here they have continued to do so in a variety of ways. I’m not 100% sure if my fans are the same as my father’s fans, but it doesn’t matter, I have come to appreciate their support.
So to the fans I say this, do not worry one bit; you will have your main event at Under the Lights, you will see Outcast and myself go at it with everything we got. I know that may be hard to believe when you see the state that I am in and the state that Outcast is in, but believe us when we tell you, nothing will stop us from getting there and when we do get there, we will leave everything out there for you on that night, and when it is all said and done, they will likely have to haul both of us on stretchers.
OCW Intern: Well since that was to the fans, what do you have to say to the OCW front office and/or Ms. Who’Re?
Xavier Lux: I got nothing to say to them, and even if I did, they likely wouldn’t listen any damn way.
OCW Intern: But you are their champ, they got to listen to you.
Xavier Lux: I’m the champ they have, but not the champ they want. They keep kissing some major ass to bring in all of those internet darlings instead of appreciating the talent that they already have here. That’s fine, let them keep growing their roster until things really get out of control and then we will see what happens. They already let TIO in, it can only get worst from there, but whatever. Like I said many times, my focus is my World Championship and the guy that they put in front of me who is going to try to take it. All the other dominoes around me, I could give a fuck less where they fall.
OCW Intern: Well that would be Outcast, but you already addressed him. Do you have anything to say to the rest of the roster?
Xavier Lux: Not really, I ain’t got no friends kid, so I consider them all enemies. When they say it is lonely at the top, they really mean that shit. I mean it. I ain’t got no alliances and the closest thing that we came to that was my short alliance with Peter Vaughn at House of Cards, and well, he and I haven’t spoken since then. So nah, they ain’t got nothing to say to me, and I sure as hell don’t have a damn thing to say to them. But if some feel like they do got something to say, well, they know exactly where to find me. Now if you don’t mind, I need to get back to these lame ass workouts.
OCW Intern: Thanks for your time champ.
~Xavier nods and then continues his workout as we cut back to Cheasy ~
Cheasy M: As the champ said, it is lonely at the top...a cold, hard fact he's learning by standing alone, at the apex of the OCW mountain. Xavier Lux will face his toughest challenge yet, against Outcast, in nearly three weeks at Under the Lights.
~The camera cuts. Cheasy adjusts~
Cheasy M: Let's just hope Lux's back is ready to go within that short time frame. He's going to need all the health and strength he can get if he wishes to hold on to his prestigious OCW Championship.
~Boom! Another cut. Cheasy spins around~
Cheasy M: And, speaking of Under the Lights...I'm joined by one of the key figureheads here in OCW...that's right, our CFO is back to talk business. Ladies and Gentlemen...here is Tony Savage!
~Our screen is dark. We hear some shuffling. The lights come back on as Cheasy M sits behind a black and red desk in a newly re-decorated OCW studio Media Room. The set has been upgraded from top to bottom, looking like a top of the line interview room with fresh decor, new flooring, and a hi-definition screen massive enough to be in a movie theater. Cheasy’s admiring the new surrounds when the producer signals it’s showtime~
Cheasy: Ladies and gentlemen, before we start tonight’s big interview, I have to say the new OCW Media Room is…wow. This looks like SportCenter in here! I even have a little fridge under the desk for my snacks and drinks. So cool.
~The new set IS pretty cool. What’s even cooler is that they managed to get it all switched over so quickly. The diVersity team really put their backs into this one~
Cheasy: Anyways, tonight’s guest, well, you know him all too well. Ever since he’s taken the position of Chief Financial Officer, the money’s been flowing in. Hence, the new digs. Global wrestling superstar, up and coming boxing heavy hitter, and one photogenic son-of-a gun, Tony Savage.
~Tony walks out onto the set, and he’s looking SO South Beach! He’s clad in a white Gucci suit with the pastel pink dress shirt (No tie), shades, and a brand new piece of bling draped over his shoulders in the form of the UGWC Conquest Championship. Tony shakes Cheasy’s hand, and both men sit down~
Cheasy: Always a pleasure to see you again, Tony. Say, that’s a nice new strap you got yourself there.
Tony: Oh, yeah. The boss man did good at his other wrestling gig. Plus, wanted to public give a shout out to the Coalition for their support of OCW during WrestleStock. The OCW District in Arizona was a success beyond even my wildest dreams, and it couldn’t have happened without their blessing. OCW made huge waves in the West. Fans from across the country came to see the spectacle we put on, from exhibits to the food and drink. We made a lot of money, great contacts, and many of the stars of our company came out to show love and support the brand. It was a fantastic time, and anytime the U wants to come down to South Florida and chop it up under the sunshine, the door’s always open.
Cheasy: That would be huge, an OCW/UGWC crossover event. Anyways, give us the what’s up with the future of the company. What’s the money man up to, what major bankroll moves you making to make the brand even bigger and better than ever?
Tony: Well, Cheasy M. Tortellini, Under The Lights is coming up, and it’s looking HUGE! We plan on following up that monster blockbuster PPV House of Cards with an even bigger, better showing. The card’s stacked top to bottom. All our titles are up for grabs, the Margarita Mix finishes off in style with the winners facing the B.O.B. crew for the OCW Tag Titles. The tickets for the event are almost sold out, but I’m here to announce we’re upping the volume and getting the community in Odessa even more involved.
Cheasy: How’s that?
Tony: Chease, we’re throwing a tailgate party like you wouldn’t believe. The LIGHTS OUT parking lot party is what I’m calling it, and it’s going to be huge.
Cheasy: Oh, tell me more.
Tony: I’ve been in contact with local vendors in the city, we’re setting it up county fair style. Booths, food and drink vendors. Dr. Pepper and WhataBurger are co-sponsoring the event, along with a Shiner Bock Bier tent so all those Texas boys and girls can get their brew and burger on. Games, prize giveaways, the whole nine yards starting the Friday before Under The Lights.
Cheasy: Wow! That is big. Will there be a ring toss booth? Cause I tell ya, I am a SNIPER when it comes to the rings!
Tony: *Smirking* Sure. Why not?
Cheasy: Goodie! I like stuffed animals and funnel cake. Anyways, I wanted to talk to you about some rumors that there’s a HUGE multi-federation superstar wanting in OCW. Considering the flood of talent from across the industry wanting a taste of the South Beach Slam Diet, why don’t you clue us in who this mystery mega grappler is.
Tony just laughs.:Nah, man, no spoilers today. The only thing I can tell you is, this individual we’re courting is BIG TIME! Borderline legend, current champion, and somebody that can add extra horsepower to the already souped up Online Championship Wrestling engine. Like I said before, OCW’s making MAJOR moves, and this one is going to blow people away. Bank on that
Cheasy: Aw, Cheasy can’t open the present early?
Tony: Nope, bud. Gotta wait until that birthday. But I promise you, once that wrapping gets tore off, everybody’s going to love that gift. Oh, one more thing I gotta shill before I bounce. In late October/Early November, Tara Fenix is hosting a major charity wrestling event, and it’s bringing out the stars for some great causes. OCW’s showing out with James Raven and Betsy Granger, and even though Yours Truly will be rocking that green UGWC rag COME FIGHT NIGHT, I’m still OCW as well, and I have one last announcement.
Cheasy: You’re just of them tonight.
Tony: Oh, yeah. Each week on Piledriver, and at all OCW PPV events, myself and the rest of the incredible staff will be working hard to raise money for Tara’s wonderful endeavor. Starting next week, OCW fans, sponsors, and wrestlers are invited to donate to the great charities being sponsored. We’ll have that list up soon, so, please, if you can, make a difference in people’s lives. OCW isn’t just about bringing some of the best wrestling action on the planet, we’re about bringing hope to those less fortunate.
Cheasy: Businessman, philanthropist, and one bad ass man. Always a pleasure having you on the show, Tony.
Tony: Always glad to be on the show, Chease Whiz. Say, could I get a soda from that fancy new mini fridge I done bought you?
Cheasy: Sure.
~What do you know, Cheasy brings out 2 ice cold Dr. Peppers from the fridge and hands one off to Tony~
Tony: Don’t forget to grab an ice cold Dr. Pepper from your favorite retailer. It’s…
Cheasy: Also the official sponsor of Under The Lights!
Tony: That was my line.
~Tony gives Cheasy a playful nudge. Our view closes in, removing Tony from sight. We focus on Cheasy as he rubs the brand new, smooth surface of his super sweet desktop~
Cheasy M: Now THAT’s a CFO, everybody. And who could this big, current world champion be? Well, if you were listening to Savage...the deal has already been agreed upon and this legend will be stepping foot into OCW very, very soon. Exciting times ahead, as always, right here at OCW!
~Cheasy shuffles some papers~
Cheasy M: Speaking of legends...the Mix has been known to give ordinary wrestlers a boost into extraordinary, legendary status. Five teams have advanced into the quarterfinals. Who will be next? Let’s find out!
~We cut to our next Mix Match~
Drunk yet? Well, you’re in luck! It’s MARGARITA MIX time! Here we go! Our first for this strong addition to the tipsy tradition was Vic Vinegar. Have you ever had a vinegar margarita? I fucking hope not. If so, get the fuck outta here right now and go watch some nasty ass wrestling program with a bunch of shitty wrestlers. Anyway, Vic’s duster was looking pretty fuckin sweet. He reached the ring, hustled up the steps and entered through the ropes.
Up next was Douglas Crane. A menacing, frightening presence...Crane stalked his way down the ramp. He remained quiet. But, unlike most silences, this one did not permeate any sense of serenity or calm. Nope, it was the type of silence that leaves people on edge. The type of silent that says, “Some very dangerous shit could go down at any second.” Crane reached the ring and entered through the ropes. Vinegar asked Crane what he thought of his duster. Crane refused to respond.
Hector Malvado was first out for his team. He threw his arms up, trying to garner a positive reaction. The fans obliged...on the way down to the ring, he high fived the fans...but, in doing so, he accidentally slapped a young fan in the face, knocking him out. This drew boos from the crowd. Hector pulled his arms to his side and stood at the bottom of the ramp, waiting for his partner.
Which would be...Dolly Waters! Huge ovation for the pro wrestling sensation! Dolly appeared from behind the curtain...she stood, taking in the reaction. She appeared pleased before heading down the ramp and slapping Hector on the back. The Malvado brother jumped with surprise...then, upon seeing his partner at his side, nodded and he ran into the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope. Dolly did the same...the duo popped to their feet and backed into their corner, eyeing their opponents.
Crane demanded he start the match. Vinegar, still upset he never got a compliment on his duster, was like, ‘Fuck you, whatever.’ He took the apron. Hector deemed it fitting for him to start against the menacing Crane...but Dolly showed the plucky confidence the wrestling world has come to know about her and remained in the ring, unafraid of the spooky Crane. Malvado, an expert when it comes to tag wrestling, did not wish to create any waves...so, he took the apron. And, the bell rang.
Douglas tried to get his hands on Dolly...but Waters knew she needed to prevent that from happening. She remained light on her feet bouncing around and evading Crane’s advances. She hit the ropes and came off with a dropkick into Crane’s legs. She popped back up and threw a kick into the back of his head. Crane rose to his feet, frustrated. Again, Dolly hit the ropes and came off with a spinning heel kick, smacking Crane in the face. Crane staggered to one knee. Dolly threw a kick at his chest...but he caught her leg!! He rose, holding on...Dolly hopped on one leg before leaping up and drilling Douglas with an enziguri!!! Crane fell into the ropes...Dolly ran away from him, hit the ropes, ricocheted off and leapt at Crane for a hurricanrana...but Crane held on, spun Dolly around and PLANTED her in the mat with a powerbomb!! The fans winced from the impact. Dolly was down and Crane stood over her...this did not look good.
The next several minutes were spent with Crane systematically brawling and beating Dolly Waters, keeping the youngster on the mat and inching closer to victory. Hector tried his best to help out...but every time he’d step through the ropes to get Crane away from Waters, Scruff would block him off, resulting in Douglas having the freedom to choke Dolly. A few pin falls were attempted...with Dolly kicking out each and every time. Her kickouts only fueled the frustration and anger within Crane.
Vinegar remained on the apron...spinning around every once in awhile to show off his duster. Crane hit Dolly with everything...backbreakers, neckbreakers...european uppercuts which sent her flying into a neutral corner. But nothing could keep Waters down. Finally, Crane sought an unconventional method for victory...he threw Dolly at Malvado and waited for the tag. Hector did not hesitate. He entered and went after Crane.
Fuckin dejavu, pretty much. Hector outran and out-quicked Crane at the start...but, eventually, Crane got his hands on Hector and put him down. He took Hector apart. The crowd, at this point, grew quiet and concerned. They were witnessing one man systematically destroy two opponents.
Looking to end things, Crane locked on his submission hold Release Me (Cobra Clutch). Hector fought and fought...he tried reaching the ropes, but to no avail. Scruff seemed on the brink of calling for the bell...until Dolly took matters into her own hands...she rushed into the ring, leaped forward, wrapped her legs around Crane’s head and tossed him down, into the mat, face first with a hurricanrana!!!! The fans went wild!! Crane was face down, stunned. Hector flattened out, front first on the mat, his body wrecked. Dolly popped to her feet and eyed Scruff. Would he DQ her?
The answer turned out to be NO. He let it go. Why? Who knows…maybe he’d had a few margaritas of his own. Maybe the rules aren’t as stringent in the MIX. Regardless, Dolly rushed back to her corner and yelled at Hector to make the tag. Malvado crawled and crawled. Crane snared his foot...Hector seemed caught. That is, until he envisioned his brother advancing...Hector couldn’t be the failure...he turned around and kicked Crane right in the face! The impact sent Douglas tumbling backward...Vic reached in, making the tag. Hector leaped forward, tagging Dolly back in.
Vinegar had trouble getting through the ropes due to his duster. Crane, now on the apron, holding his face, yelled out, ‘TAKE THE DUSTER OFF!’ But Vic wasn’t about to remove his duster. He ran around the ring with the duster flapping behind him...acting as a hindrance more than anything. Dolly tried to keep up with his wild, erratic behavior but found it to be a fool’s errand. Instead, she watched his duster flap around...waited...hit the ropes and then GUTTED him with a spear!! The fans went wild!
Waters quickly snared his upper body and cinched in Rolling Waters (Yes lock)!!! Vic held out...he refused to tap...until he saw his duster on the verge of getting ripped...with that, he immediately tapped out to save his duster. The fans popped! Dolly released the hold and got her hand raised, along with Hector. The bell rang.
The celebration was short lived as a fired up, pissed Crane hit the ring. Dolly and Hector both split...preferring to spare risking an injury in the hopes of making it all the way to the finals in the MIX. Probably didn’t matter...Crane’s anger was focused on Vic.
Vinegar stared at his duster, “Are you okay?” he asked it. He rubbed it. Crane grabbed Vic by his throat and chokeslammed him into the mat. Douglas then ripped the duster from Vinegar’s body. He held it up...Vinegar screamed “NO!” But, it was too late, Crane ripped the duster in half, tossing it down at Vinegar before exiting. Vic grabbed his duster and curled up, sobbing over its injuries.
Match Time: 22:07
Winners: Dolly Waters & Hector Malvado
~We cut back to Cheasy inside the NEWLY designed OCW Studio~
Cheasy M: Impressive win for Dolly Waters and Hector Malvado. That makes TWO Malvados moving on to second round action! These brothers are clearly quite comfortable teaming with total strangers.
~A bit of sadness crosses Cheasy’s face~
Cheasy M: And a melancholy farewell to Douglas Crane, Vic Vinegar, and...Vic Vinegar’s duster. You guys will be missed. Especially Crane...that dude is a badass.
~We cut. Cheasy adjusts~
Cheasy M: Alright fans...we’ve got TWO Mix matches left! We’ve got GM Who’Re coming up to speak about Cashe’s actions earlier on tonight. We’ve got a Rankings update. Leo is going to join us with his weekly promo reviews...and much, much more. Stick around! Piledriver returns after these commercials!
~We cut away~
~ We open once again in Marcus Welsh's hospital room. He's doing something on a tablet. We don't know what because we're not nosy people. A knock on the door causes Welsh to look up and see Mike Zybala in the doorway. Zybala has a hand behind his back. Welsh smiles. ~
Welsh: Mike! How are you?
Zybala: I'm good. I don't have to ask his you are. You look great! All healed up like you can leave any day!
~ Zybala steps in the room, making sure to keep his one hand hidden. Welsh tries to see what Zybala is hiding but Zybala keeps it out of eye sight. He takes a look out in the hall, probably looking for you know who... No, not Voldemort you nerds. He's looking for The nurse who has been a blight on Zybala's wallet. ~
Zybala: So, question... How are you really feeling? Do YOU think you might be up for a day outside for some fun and fresh air??
~Welsh perks up~
Welsh: A day outside...why I...well...I mean...I think so! Hold on!
~Welsh looks into the mirror~
~He frowns. He pulls out his driver's license photo, viewing his old face~
Welsh: I wish I looked like I used to.
~Zybala shouts words of encouragement~
Zybala: Positive thinking, Marcus! You only look that way because you have a bad attitude!
~Welsh closes his eyes. The image disappears. He thinks real hard about happy things. He opens his eyes back up and...~
~Welsh smiles~
Zybala: See?
Welsh: My old face! It's back!
Zybala: Nothing a little positive thinking can't do
~ Zybala then holds up a ticket in his hand. ~
Zybala: I think a day out at the next Dystopia would help brighten you up even more!
~ Welsh gets really excited and starts talking rapidly, making it hard to understand him. THAT nurse pops her head in the room with a devilish grin on her face. She must have overheard Zybala and now is looking for a bribe~
Nurse: Ahem
Zybala: Just planning a day out.
Nurse: That. Is gonna cost you.
~Zybala throws his head back with a hard eye roll. How much would it cost him? We’d have to wait and find out. We cut to commercial~
~Jason Cashe is seen sitting at the bottom of a stairwell somewhere backstage. A manilla envelope in his hands as he fans out the money pulled from inside. Shoving it back in, he notices the camera~
Jason Cashe: "Did you like it Lexi? I told you that my gift was gonna be great! Matter fact, I told everyone that I was in the Mix for One reason. A Foot in the Door.."
~Shaking his foot as it comes off the ground, it was as if he was playing Hokey Pokey~
Jason Cashe: "It's hard to get OCW's attention. I mean let's face it, I'm not James Raven. I'm not even Thad because both of them and people like them get carpets rolled out for them. Not my bid. I get dirt, blood and sweat under my nails because I CLAW for what I get or lose out on. Not a pretty face, I am in the tunnels, digging, sneaking in the building on a Guest Pass. The murky bottom that most people want to skip on by and find a shortcut to a spotlight. Nah, fuck that noise!"
~Slapping the nearby wall, it had a poster for the Margarita Mix Event. The tournament~
Jason Cashe: "This presented an Opportunity. Against the odds people gather together with a random pairing to compete for a shot. Tag or Solo Titles but the problem I have is that the competition in this event is NOT OCW signed talent. I came here for that! So I don't care about working and playing nice with Lexi Gold when that snake bitten bitch said it was 2020 in her promo! Fuck cocaine, let me get a hit of that slither venom! Get stuck a year back.."
~Holding a hand up, he didn't want to leave any confusion~
Jason Cashe: "It wasn't anything personal. To any of those in this match or in the entire tournament. I wish you well but outside of that sloppy drunk bitch that Madison and Brett took advantage of, I drew the short straw. I will be DAMNED if my opportunity to get on this roster is tarnished because of Lexi fucking Gold.. Keep the title shots. Keep the reward money. No, I am interested in the Ian Bishops, the Peter Vaughns, the Curt Cannons, BRIM, Xavier Lux, Outcast, Zybala and the potential of one Matt Meyhu. There are NAMES here that are not just prized names but mountains to climb that I cannot find in the Mix. So I made a choice.
If it had been Chris Madison, Amber Ryan or even LC, I'd have competed! Really anyone other than a prissy little twat that tongue kisses serpents. I refuse to invest time in a bad investment.. A lesson I have to get reminded of from time to time.. So I thank you Atara for showing me what a bad investment looks like. Heh.."
~Knowing all the different sales that she will attempt after this. Slapping the envelope, he gets to the focus he had placed heading into the match~
Jason Cashe: "I got paid. Atty, you were liked, enjoyed in twitter exchanges but a fiend only truly fiends when he has had the product and I know all about the damaged goods you pass off as Godly. I told your truths and you broke out a thesaurus to try and call it in at the last minute. Be grateful that I left the ring because with THAT lame read? I don't care who huffs your fumes, you ain't scoring one on me! Your aim was off and you got dropped with MY accuracy! I save money not needing 5 dollar words but in that ring, I'm making thick stacks and you got stacked up!
This is NOT about you or I'd have finished you off.. You're welcome by the way! Now you can remain with Miss Fury (Besties) and remain in a tournament with the small irritation burning in your head knowing that I had you and you missed.."
~Side stepping as if making her miss once more. Cashe smiled and shook his head from side to side~
Jason Cashe: "You were that part of the magic trick where I had everyone looking over here at this hand"
Waving with his right hand.
Jason Cashe: "Only for the trick to take place in this other hand! Those that CAN'T, become journalists.. I unsubscribe to your dysfunction. Ta Da! Magic!"
~Turning to leave, Cashe cuts back with something more to add~
Jason Cashe: "Oh and to Who're and anyone else backstage cutting checks? I'm walking through the door, basement level. I have hands in the cookie jar so be it an unstable connection or one out of London.. I am getting inside the building. Might as well leave the doors unlocked for me."
~Turning away from the cameras, Jason Cashe leaves through a curtain. Vanishing behind it as it falls shut. We cut back to Cheasy inside the OCW Studio~
Cheasy M: Strong words from Jason Cashe. The man wants a spot on this roster. Will Who'Re give it to him? TIO found a way in by defying our GM at every turn...will Cashe strike similar gold? We're gonna hear from our GM later tonight and I suspect...she'll give us an answer.
~Camera cuts. Cheasy adjusts~
Cheasy M: Okay. It’s that time of the week fans...that’s right...it’s Promo Review time! Back once again is LEO...and, in case you hadn’t heard...Leo actually GOT LAID a few days ago. So, let’s see how Leo is doing…
~We pan out to see a very new looking LEO~
Cheasy M: Damn, Leo! You’re looking different.
Leo: What it do.
Cheasy M: Have you...showered since partying with Cashe over the weekend?
Leo: Maybe. Maybe not.
Cheasy M: I ask because you’re still wearing the same clothes and hat as when we saw you emerge from the party house a few days ago.
Leo: You got a problem with that?
Cheasy M: Most people might.
Leo: Yea, well most people can get fucked, know what I’m saying?
~Cheasy is like “ohhhkay”. He drops the subject and moves on to why Leo is here~
Cheasy M: So what have you got for us with this week’s promo review segment? What did the OCW roster have to say about each other last week?
Leo: Aight so TIO was up first...ya know, after the ones I discussed last week. I’m not going over those again, so don’t ask. TIO is back in the drug business. Maybe he’s got the hook up, ya know?
Cheasy M: No, Leo, I don’t. I haven’t done drugs since the summer of 78.
Leo: Sucks to be you, bro. Anyway, TIO has one final mission to complete before finally becoming free of his nefarious commitments. And, as fate would have it, the person he has to take down is Saxon Rowe.
Cheasy M: I remember him!
Leo: No shit. He was the beginning of the fall of TIO in OCW.
Cheasy M: What’s TIO think about facing James Raven?
Leo: He’s confident. Dude doesn’t think Raven got the REAL TIO when they met back in 2019. This time, Raven’s going to get a focused, motivated TIO and, in TIO’s opinion...James Raven cannot defeat the REAL TIO.
Cheasy M: That remains to be seen. So what’s new with the OCW Champion? How’s Lux doing?
Leo: Ah man, you know, still searching for clues and answers in regards to his father’s status. He marched around through fog within, what I guess you’d call the “House of Enigma”. Eventually he discovered a graveyard...featuring friends and foes of the 7 Deadly Sins. Incognito’s grave was there.
Cheasy M: NO! NOT INCOGNITO.
Leo: I know.
~Leo opens up a bottle of Bartles and Jaymes and pours one out for his favorite 7 Deadly Sins member.~
Leo: Once Lux reached the grave that was going to reveal the status of his father...the fog thickened and he lost all sight of the area.
Cheasy M: Man. So close…only to get stonewalled once again. What are his thoughts about Outcast?
Leo: Respect. He realizes Outcast is going to be dangerous. He understands Outcast is going to destroy his body in an effort to win the OCW Title. Xavier Lux knows he’s in for a battle unlike any he’s faced before.
Cheasy M: And how about Mack? What’s good ole Mack up to?
Leo: Oh he’s pissed about Adi Gold’s movie...the biopic about his life. He wants people to know he was not raped in prison. Like, he REALLY wants them to know that.
Cheasy M: You think he got raped in prison?
Leo: Hey, I’m not one to throw rumors of rape around. That’s a situation other people in other feds take lightly. Around here, I find that to be a very serious accusation. But, yea, I totally think Mack got raped in prison.
Cheasy M: BREAKING NEWS
Leo: O’Connor remains pissed about the TransAtlantic Title situation. That belt was his. The one thing nobody could take away from him until, well, it was taken from him. Haha. So he wants it back and he’s got to beat Besty Granger, a second time, to achieve that.
Cheasy M: That match should be a great one! Let’s move on to Dylan Thomas...how’s he doing?
Leo: Dylan’s dog sitting. Probably a good idea given how rough things have been in OCW lately. A nice, mundane, kick your feet up kinda week. He then hit the links for a round of golf.
Cheasy M: A much needed vacation, it sounds like.
Leo: Until Lissandra gets a call and finds out that Barrows and Vaughn are telling people Thomas went back on his word...something that made him furious. I’m told he even missed a 2 foot par putt on hole 18 he was so mad...although that fact cannot be confirmed.
Cheasy M: Well, he’s got a point. He technically kept his word.
Leo: Yep, that’s his argument. But, the TEA HAS BEEN SPILLED as some idiot might say in an effort to sound cute and clever. Dylan’s going to make Vaughn pay...for what he did to Allton, for soiling his good name. He’s going to show that Thomas is the reason Vaughn is the Craze Champion.
Cheasy M: Sounds like he’s got a clear mind heading into…
Leo: His reflection then began to talk to him.
Cheasy M: Wait, what?
~Leo takes a sip of his Bartles and Jaymes. He coughs and winces...it’s rough going down. But he quickly recovers, staring at Cheasy~
Leo: WHAT
Cheasy M: I didn’t say anything.
Leo: That’s what I THOUGHT
Cheasy M: Moving along. Dylan’s counterpart...how’s he doing?
Leo: Pete was holding it down and keeping it real at his father’s funeral. Which, led to him assaulting a priest.
Cheasy M: Probably not the BEST thing to do at a funeral but, he’s grieving so...I guess it’s okay.
Leo: This stirs some memories which lead to flashbacks featuring Vaughn’s mother...who seems like a nice lady. I know I’d throw a shot at her.
Cheasy M: Yikes.
Leo: Vaughn remains pissed over Thomas’ perceived betrayal. So, his revenge tour continues. Peter is really riding that wave of revenge momentum so far in his OCW career revival. If he wins this one...he’s in line for an OCW Title shot.
Cheasy M: Would be wild to see. Let’s check a new name...Ian Dream. How’s he doing?
Leo: Kid’s eager to be here, man. He knows this is the deep end and it’s gonna be rough...but he’s ready to dive in and show people what he’s got. He’s also very fast.
Cheasy M: A flash, some might say.
Leo: Quick as silver, for sure. He’s eager to face Crash and prove to OCW and Thaddeus Duke that he’s up to the challenge.
Cheasy M: And, speaking of Duke?
Leo: We got to meet Duke’s grandfather and, well, turns out he’s not the greatest guy. But that might have something to do with the fact Duke basically stole his grandfather’s wife and impregnated her with twins.
Cheasy M: Yea, that’ll rustle a man’s jimmies.
Leo: I know I wouldn’t stand for that shit! Ain’t no man takin my woman!
Cheasy M: Stand your ground, Leo.
Leo: Thad doesn’t have a ton of respect for BRIM. He finds him sort of generic and thinks he blames all of his bad behavior on past misfortune. Seems to think BRIM needs to own his shit and move forward. Thad is also proud over how OCW has grown since he signed with the company.
Cheasy M: Well...whether you agree with Thad or not...it cannot be argued that this place has flourished since he joined up. Let’s talk about Crash...what’s The Crooked Man got to say about his return and his foe, Ian Dream?
Leo: Things seem to be going well for my boy Crash. Exclusive air travel with high dollar drinks with Lou Pohl at his side. And, naturally, Lou did most of the talking. It became clear how proud and thankful Lou is for Crash. His life really turned around the day Crash entered his office.
Cheasy M: So there’s a clear bond there.
Leo: Fuck if I know, bro. Crash talks about as much as person #2 in a Human Centipede. But there did seem to be an inkling at the end that he does appreciate Lou...even if that harsh exterior would hate to admit it. But Crash is ready...he looks sharper and more focused than ever. Ian’s got a tough one on his hands come Under the Lights.
Cheasy M: Ya know, I wonder if the person in charge of this realized how long these segments would go with an expanded roster.
Leo: You’re telling me, dawg. But that brings us to BRIM. We pick up with BRIM right after his loss...he’s leaving the arena pissed off...only to get confronted by a biker gang.
Cheasy M: That can’t be good.
Leo: Nope...they’ve apparently got BRIM’s friends and throw some threats around. But BRIM doesn’t back down...instead he goes after them. They drive away.
Cheasy M: Kind of a shitty biker gang. Were they on ten speeds?
Leo: Maybe. But BRIM looks at Thad and sees an entitled person who is being handed everything whereas BRIM has to work to get his spot. He’s eager to bring Thad back down to Earth and show that he belongs where he is...at the top of OCW. BRIM says Thad won’t like it when BRIM gets hold of him under the lights.
Cheasy M: BRIM’s a big, scary man...so I’d imagine not! Thad’s opponent from House of Cards...our beloved Ed Houston! What’s he doing?
Leo: He’s cashing in on that deal he made last month. Fresh off a viewing of Meteor, Ed is now ready to take the tour of NASA!
Cheasy M: Meteor...as much a vanity project as people say?
Leo: I’d say yes but then I don’t think that would be doing the vanity of this project justice. So, somewhere between a hell yes and a fuck yes.
Cheasy M: He eager about facing Mike?
Leo: I think so...I think Ed’s just ready to get a win. Build some momentum. He knows Zybala is inconsistent, which is why he’s had trouble winning a title in OCW. Ed’s going to take advantage of that lack of consistency and parlay it into a win.
Cheasy M: And, finally...that brings us to THE GOAT
Leo: The People’s GOAT, get it right mother fucker.
~Leo slaps the desk with both hands and glares THE FUCK out of Cheasy~
Cheasy M: Okay, calm down man, geez.
Leo: Raven revisited a school in Halifax. A school scarred from memories of Raven defeating their hero, TIO, a few years back. So, naturally, he returned to...ya know, reopen those scars.
Cheasy M: Well, they are Canadian.
Leo: Exactly.
Cheasy M: Anything else happen?
Leo: He proceeded to purchase marshmallows and lighter fluid for something that ranges between a campfire and wild, passionate sex. I’d take a guess but I dare not spread rumors about Raven’s day-to-day life.
Cheasy M: How’s he feel about TIO?
Leo: Raven’s confidence is unshakable. He knows TIO is tough...but Raven also knows he’s as good as there is in this business.
Cheasy M: I can’t wait for that one...alright, are we forgetting any promos?
Leo: Nope.
Cheasy M: You sure?
Leo: Yep.
Cheasy M: Something by someone with the letter Z, perhaps?
~Leo takes a sip of booze and eyes Cheasy~
Cheasy M: Fair enough. That’ll wrap up this week’s promo report...Leo...man, good to see you. And, just remember, there are shelters all around the city for people who wish to score a free meal, a free bed….a free shower.
Leo: Fuck that noise. I’m heading back to my girl’s pad. Shit’s about to get real.
Cheasy M: Well, okay then. Leo the...well, I guess he’s just Leo now. LEO, everybody!
~Leo flashes some weird, nonexistent gang sign before the screen shrinks to just Cheasy~
Cheasy M: More Piledriver action coming right your way when we return! Stick around!
~We cut away~
~The scene opens to Who’re sitting in catering sliding a Corndog down her throat with the greatest of ease. Her phone begins to ring, and her face gives a puzzled look, as it was an unexpected call from an unexpected person. Who’re answered the phone and places it on speaker phone as she begins to peel a banana.~
Who’re: Hello, Mr. Outcast, how can I help you today.
Outcast: Hey, uh… I’ve got a bit of bad news.
Who’re: You’re not injured, are you? Did all of your wild adventures finally catch up with you?
Outcast: No, no, not at all, nothing can stop me from making it to Under the Lights. Physically I’m fine. Mentally, well I don’t know if I’ve ever been fine.
Who’re: Well, I’m kind of scared to ask, but what’s the bad news?
Outcast: Well… As you may know, there was a fire at my apartment the other day.
Who’re: Oh my gosh, yes, I heard about that. Are you okay? Is everybody okay?
Outcast: Yeah, I’m ok, but that Paradigm championship, well it was in my apartment during the fire and didn’t make it out.
Who’re: what
Outcast: Look, I’m sorry, but the whole damn thing burnt up.
Who’re: So you’re telling me a belt we’ve had for six years. A belt Alice FUCKING Knight managed to keep safe. A belt you’ve had for...what? A month? Maybe two? Has been destroyed? The fuck is wrong with you...are you mentally bent?
Outcast: WELL F**K! Sorry about your belt, I just lost everything I f**king own.
Who’re: Yea? Well you just lost me one of my premier championships. Not sure if you’ve been paying attention but OCW isn’t exactly flush with cash. And, the more cash we need, the more power that megalomaniac Tony Savage gains. This is an embarrassment!
Outcast: Eh, f**k it, I’ll see you on the sixth.
~The phone goes dead as Outcast hangs up leaving Who’re holding a banana.~
OCW Presents: Under the Lights
LIVE! Monday, September 6th, 2021
From Ratliff Stadium in Odessa, Texas
OCW Championship
Savage Championship
Craze Championship
Tag Team Championship
TransAtlantic Championship
Singles Match
Singles Match
Singles Match
‘Venom’ Xavier Lux (c) vs. Outcast (c)
BRIM vs. Thaddeus Duke
Peter Vaughn (c) vs. Dylan Thomas
Them No Good Bastards (c) vs. TBA
Betsy Granger (c) vs. Mack O'Connor
James Raven vs. The Incredible One
Ed Houston vs. Mike Zybala
Crash Rodriguez vs. Ian Dream
~The scene fades into a private hangar at JFK International Airport in Queens, New York City. One of Thaddeus Duke’s private jumbo jets sits running at idle with Ian Dream standing near it and looking somewhat uncomfortable~
~Seconds later, a yellow and black Audi RS8 speeds into the frame and stops near Ian. With Thaddeus Duke exiting the car, he approaches Ian and the two exchange a quick bro hug~
“So what’s so important?”
~Ian asks~
“Need a big favor. Actually two big, BIG BIG favors.”
~Thad replies before continuing on~
“I got my eyes on another recruit.”
“What do you need me to do?” Ian asks.
“I talked to Tony and ever since the prank wars AND Tony stealing those contracts... Whore changed her locks and has those things locked down like Fort fucking Knox.”
“And you need my skills to get one?” Ian asks.
“Bingo!”
“What’s the other favor?”
“I’mma need you to get a pizza to Adi.”
“Okay….Who’s the recruit?”
“Ross Hanson.”
~Ian is about to jump out of his skin with excitement~
“You know him?” Thad asks him.
“Bro, I would be VERY HAPPY if he’s a part of The Golden Age!”
~Thad pats his apprentice on the shoulder and heads back toward his car~
“Wait…where are YOU going?”
~Thad stops~
“That’s actually a good question… I have no idea where to find him.”
~Ian’s eyebrows perk up~
“So, I know something that you don't know,” Ian says victoriously with a smug grin.
“Yes.”
“West side of Columbus,” Ian tells Thad and starts to head for the plane.
“Fly to Key West, do the job, fly to Columbus and I’ll pick you up there, alright?”
“You got it!” Ian says as he climbs the steps to board the airliner.
~We cut to Cheasy in the OCW Studio~
Cheasy M: Ross Hanson...that’s...well, that’s an interesting one. Thad’s got some significant pull around here. It’ll be interesting to see if he can manage to get Hanson into OCW. That’s assuming Ian finds him.
~We cut. Cheasy shifts~
Cheasy M: Alright fans...I know you’re eager. The addiction rages. You need another taste. So, here you go...more Mix action is coming your way! Let’s head to the footage as we find out who the seventh team heading into the quarterfinals will be!
~We cut to MIX action~
And we’re back with some more first-round MIX action!! The fans stood, ready for hard hitting, strong combat...and boy-oh-boy were they about to get their wish! Mike Mason...the man who refers to himself as MARVELOUS emerged from behind the curtain. His ridiculously out-of-proportion physique was enough to give Sebastian Grey pause...if, ya know, he were around...which he was not. Mason side eyed the fans along the guard rail on his way to the ring, sneering at their lackluster physiques and lazily throw together attires. Reaching the ring, he marched up the steps and entered through the ropes. His aura, which screamed, very loudly, “I’M BETTER THAN YOU” began to draw boos from the fans.
Cross was out next. Anthony Cross. Most commonly known as THE ENFORCER. Much like Mason, Cross emerged through the curtain giving zero-fucks in regards to the fans leaning out, trying to snare his attention. Marching his way down the ramp, Cross reached the ring and hopped onto the apron before sliding through the ropes. He, too, drew the ire of the fans. Anthony turned to his teammate, sized him up, and nodded.
Then came Ravana...and, for what he may have lacked in muscle mass, he more than made up for in sheer size. The hulking, menacing presence of Ravana was complemented by his kind and humble demeanor, taking the time out to acknowledge the fans. This drew their approval, making Ravana by far the most popular competitor in the match...up to this point. Ravana reached the ring and kept his gaze on Cross and Mason, who remained near their corner. They, like this super astute narrator, took notice of the beast they’d have to put down if they wished to advance into the second round.
Arguably the biggest reaction was saved for the fourth and final competitor – Kai Morgan. One of the first competitors to sign up, Morgan emerged from behind the curtain to a strong reaction. He seemed to enjoy it, soaking it in before heading down the ramp displaying an eager expression. Morgan showed no fear by sliding into the ring near both Cross and Mason. Taken back, the duo stood and watched as Kai popped to his feet and headed to his corner with the confidence of a champion. Kai looked at the two stacked wrestlers he’d have to defeat...then eyed Ravana and nodded, feeling good about their chances.
Mason and Morgan started things off. Neither partner had an issue with beginning things on the apron. Mason charged at Morgan, looking to overpower him with his substantial size advantage...Morgan, however, was prepared for this and dodged each attempt before taking hold of Mason’s leg and tripping the big man to the canvas. A furious Mason hurried to his feet, only to get popped with a dropkick from Kai! Mike fell into a corner. Kai rushed in and hit a F.B.S. (V-Trigger) right into Mason’s face. The big man was reeling. Kai whipped him out of the corner and into the ropes...but Mason reversed...when Kai hit the ropes, Cross reached over and smacked him in the back of the head with a forearm.
The next several minutes were spent with Mason and Cross tagging in and out to work over Kai Morgan. The fans grew anxious. They yelled and chanted and stomped, trying to get Kai to fight back. Morgan would get away and try to make a tag, only for Cross or Mason to cut him off just before he could reach Ravana’s outstretched hand.
Mason tagged Cross in. The duo appeared ready to end the match. With Cross behind him, Mason hoisted Kai in the air for a powerbomb...Morgan, however, was able to use the momentum to push himself over Mason’s head! Upon hitting the mat, he leaped up and smacked Cross in the face with F.B.S. After which, he hit the ropes, bounced off and caught a turning Mason with Truth Shooter!! Mason and Cross were both down to one knee, shaken. The crowd was on their feet. Morgan crawled and leaped and tagged Ravana into the match to a HUGE ovation! Ravana powered through the ropes and went to work.
Ravana ran Cross and Mason over repeatedly with clotheslines and forearms. The crowd cheered with joy. He was quickly becoming one of the most over participants in the MIX. Ravana tossed Mason across the ring with an overhead belly-to-belly...the momentum sent Mason sliding under the ropes and to the outside. Cross was kicked in the gut and hoisted up...where he remained for a few seconds before getting dropped with a delayed vertical suplex! The ring shook with impact. Ravana sought a cover...but was only able to achieve a two count.
Cross was crushed with a stinger splash...sending the big man tumbling toward the center of the ring. Ravana made his way to the top rope. The crowd rose with anticipation. Ravana leaped off, showing amazing athleticism and agility...he came down and crushed Cross with an Elbow drop!! Scruff slid in to make the count! 1! 2! 3..NO!
Surprised, Ravana double checked with Scruff. He received two fingers in response. Back on his feet, Ravana stomped on Cross, keeping him down. Mason looked to step into the ring, from his team’s corner...but Ravana marched over and slugged Mason in the face, sending him reeling...but, he remained on the apron. Ravana turned his attention back to Cross, pulling him to his feet. Anthony responded with a kick into the groin! Ravana doubled over, dropping to one knee. The fans booed.
Ravana headed for Morgan’s outstretched hand. Cross struggled toward his corner. Morgan and Mason were tagged into the match at the same time. Morgan rushed in, popping Mason with F.B.S.!! The crowd popped! Mason leaned into the ropes. Cross, still in the ring, went after Morgan...but he was quickly erased via a GORE from Ravana!!! The entire OCW Arena erupted upon impact!!
A fired up Morgan hit the ropes, he bounced off and jumped into the air at Mason for a Shining Wizard...but Mason rose up, caught Morgan, spun around and dropped him in the center of the ring with Simply Marvelous (Sky High)!!!! The entire ring shook!! The fans gasped with shock. Scruff slid in…1! 2! 3!!!! The bell rang!
Mason and Cross exited quickly. The two muscled bound teammates gathered at the base of the ramp, gasping for air. By all visual accounts, it appeared they felt as though they stole one. Morgan remained on the mat with Ravana checking on him. Cross and Mason, not ones to tempt fate, headed back up the ramp and to the back...excited to move on. Ravana helped Morgan to his feet and shook his hand...there was respect between the two competitors...even if they were disappointed to not move forward.
Match Time: 24:13
Winners: Anthony Cross & Mike Mason
~We cut back to Cheasy in the OCW Studio~
Cheasy M: Narrow victory achieved by the largest tag team in the Mix. I don’t think Cross and Mason expected that kind of effort from Ravana and Morgan. But, nevertheless, they move on...a team that will, no doubt, be tough to defeat. They will face the team of Dolly Waters and Hector Malvado in the Quarterfinals next week right here on Piledriver!
~The camera cuts and Cheasy spins~
Cheasy M: One more Mix match remains...which we’ll get to shortly. But first...an updated look at the OCW standings!
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Cheasy M: Alright...some movement this week. Things are definitely kicking back into gear as the entire roster prepares for Under the Lights.
~Cheasy reviews the numbers.
Cheasy M: The top five remain unchanged. Big move at six as Thaddeus Duke jumps BRIM. Is that a precursor for things to come?
~More reviewing~
Cheasy M: Houston and Betsy both move up a bit. Same for TIO. Nice jump here as Ian Dream leap frogs Crash to take the 10th spot. James Raven, cool as ever giving no fucks about rankings points, remains in his low end spot...and there's Chris Spade, making his rankings debut!
~Cheasy spins around, facing the camera~
Cheasy M: Dissatisfied with your ranking? Well, take it upon yourself to beef it up! Promos, CD pieces, segments, newswire items, show reviews...get active and watch your point total skyrocket up the chart! What do these rankings mean? Title shots. Opportunities. Consistent consideration for prime spots in booking meetings.
~The rankings graphic vanishes~
Cheasy M: Alright...we're gonna take one more commercial break and, when we return, our final Mix match PLUS a word from our esteemed General Manager concerning the actions of Jason Cashe. We'll be right back!
~We cut away~
~The image changes, taking us backstage in the arena. We see Dylan & Lissandra Thomas making their way down the hall. They’re approaching their dressing room.~
Lissandra: So, I was talking to Beth about bringing Lilly next week. She’s all on board. I’ve spoken to her parents as well, they don’t mind Beth coming along either.
Dylan: Oh good. At least Lilly’ll be looked after if we have to get stuff done.
~Lissandra receives a message from Lord Allton. It reads as follows:
‘Lissie Lissandra: Oh dear. That’s not like Vincenzo at all...
~Dylan manages to get the door open. As a true gentleman, he gestures for Lissandra to make her way in first. She smiles, stepping through… and then stops, horrified at what she sees before her.~
Lissandra: DYLAN!!
~Dylan darts past her, ready to defend her no matter what, but even he’s not ready for what he finds. We can see Vincenzo, a long-time associate of The A-List and Lord Allton, seemingly hanging on the edge of a large shipping crate. He is unconscious, showing no signs of movement. His face is bloody and bruised, having been through a hell of an ordeal. On his chest, painted in what appears to be some type of cleaning material, is a single phrase: “Deal Breaker”.
Dylan: What….the….fuck?!
Lissandra: Oh, my God!
~Dylan rushes forward to try to help get Vincenzo down, as Lissandra steps back out of the locker room, shouting for help. She stops, though, when she sees Peter Vaughn standing there, taking off his hat. He smiles at her, before wiggling one finger back and forth.~
Peter Vaughn: You should honor your deals… princess…
~Dylan, hearing the voice, leaves Vincenzo on the floor and hurries out. Security is already swarming in, though, having heard Lissandra’s yells, and then temporarily get in front of him. When Dylan manages to push through, Lissandra is the only one there. Dylan angrily starts looking around for Vaughn, but he’s nowhere in sight.~
Dylan: VAUGHN! GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE AND FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN! VAUGHN! VAAAAAUUUUUUGGGGGGHNNNNNNNNN!
~Lissandra rushes into Dylan’s arms for comfort.
Dylan: He’s crossing the fucking line….
~Dylan and Lissandra then turn to the security guards.
Lissandra: You see Vaughn - or Barrows for that matter, they do NOT get in our room. You understand?
~The security crew nods and Dylan and Lissandra head back into their room to check on Vincenzo.
Have you seen Vinnie? I’m trying to get a hold of him, but I haven’t seen him all day.
Neither has Tank.
-A’
~The scene fades in with Thaddeus Duke and Ian Dream creeping along slowly in Thad’s quarterly-million dollar Audi. I mean, if you got it, flaunt it right?~
“No this can’t be right,” Thad says. “It’s a fuckin’ dead end road.”
“Awww man,” Ian says as he flips the paper map around. “I had it upside down.”
~Putting the car in reverse…~
“How do you not have GPS in this thing?”
“I do,” Thad replies. “But I dunno how to work it.”
~Thad mashes the gas, accelerating the German built supercar backwards toward the main road~
“Anyway, you can’t even work a map,” Thad jokes as he peels out a bit down the straight away road.
“A paper map is literally centuries old technology,” Ian protests in defense. “It’s paper… I’m not even sure it qualifies as technology. Make a right.”
“When?” Thad asks.
“NOW!”
~Thad steers the car to the right and notices some guy pushing a car and slows to a crawl. As he pulls up, a toddler stands in the driver's seat wearing sunglasses and staring back at him~
“You never seen a 3 year old drive a car before?” the boy asks of Thad as he stops.
~Thad looks at Ian and back at the boy~
“No…no I haven’t,” he answers the child. “You… you need help?”
“Nope. Do this all the time,” the boy replies as the man with dirty blond scraggly hair pushes on past.
~Thad and Ian look at each other with a knowing smile then look out at Ross Hanson~
“Hey you know there’s a baby driving your car?”
“Where did a baby learn how to drive? Where did you get your license? A cereal box?” Ian asks sarcastically with a big grin on his face.
"No, that's where I got mine…"
"Are you broke down?"
"No, I just don't get booked a whole lot anymore, so I gotta stay in shape just in case someone shows up to my door with a golden opportunity."
~Ross continues pushing the car, tapping on the back a couple of times~
"Mini-Human! Right turn!"
"You got it Dad!"
~On Ross' command, the car begins to turn right~
"This is my house, excuse me...let me park the car. Sorry about the mess out front, somebody dropped off some furniture I didn't want so I left it where he put it."
"So, Ross, do you know me?" Ian asks inquisitively.
~Ross stands up straight, having brought the car to a rolling stop~
"Mini-Human, park the car! You look familiar….but I'm sorry, I'm afraid not."
~The car jerks suddenly, as Mini-Human jumps off the seat and onto the brake. The gears are heard shifting from neutral into park, the door opens, anod a pair of toddler feet emerge followed by the rest of a blonde haired boy with a striking resemblance to Mr. Hanson~
“The silver haired weirdo is Ian Dream… I’m Thaddeus Duke… just call me Thad tho.”
“That’s fine if you don’t know me, I’m Daniel Dream’s son but more importantly, I’m one of OCW’s newest talents. I’m sure you know my father. Thad recruited me, and now well, I want to recruit you.” Ian says as he pulls out some papers.
“Ian,” Thad interjects. “Tell him all the awesome OCW is and COULD be by adding a name like Ross…” Thad pauses… and looks out the car toward Ross. “What’s your last name again?”
“Hanson,” Ross replies. He is joined by his son, who hands the car keys to his dad.
“By adding a name like Ross Hanson,” Thad says to Ian.
"OCW has awesome production, and okay staff..a talented, hungry, new roster. We are planning on taking OCW into a Golden Age, with Ross Hanson added as a name on the roster...no, not just a name, but THE name on the roster. We’ll bring OCW into heights previously believed to be unreachable. We’ll stand at the top, the peak, the pinnacle while wearing all the gold. Thad already brought in two awards in his debut. We can put gold around your waist." Ian proudly states.
"I gotta be careful how I word this around the little guy...but are you sure you've got the right man? I'm flattered you think I have any talent at doing anything other than beating people up, but...I've got a history with OCW. If I were to walk through those doors, I literally do not know what will happen. Good, bad, ugly...I mean, if you know about me…"
~Ross trails off, as one thought in his mind is slowly being phased out by another~
"That must mean you also know some of that stuff already, and if you still bothered to come all the way to this neighborhood in that car without a shooter in the backseat?…May I see that contract, please?"
~Ian hands over the papers to Ross~
“Ross, first of all…” Thad reaches over to the passenger side, lowering the glove compartment, retrieving his Desert Eagle, “Never leave home without it.”
"Dad, he's strapped up!" says the little tike.
~Placing the pistol back in the glove box, Thad steps out of the car~
“Ross,” Thad begins before reaching down and covering Mini Human Hanson’s ear with his hands. “I’m a big fucking star,” he continues before pulling his hands off the boys ears. “But it wasn’t smooth sailing. Like you, I made mistakes in my earlier days in the XWF. Like you, I too was a bit of an embarrassment. Like you, I also had wrongs that I needed to right. And before I came to OCW, I righted those wrongs at home in the XWF. I know what it’s like to feel like you can’t go home again, no matter how talented you might be.”
~Thad pauses for a beat~
“I did go home. I fixed the wrongs of a troubled past and it opened doors for me that otherwise would’ve remained shut forever. I regret the bullshit I did, but today… I dominate in two homes. So why can’t you?”
~Ross looks through the next page, apparently seeing something he likes.~
"Holy shit...excuse me, crap...yeah, they sure didn't pay me like that two years ago!"
“They didn’t have me two years ago,” Thad interrupts. “I talk a big game Ross… and then I back it up.” Thad cracks a smile. “And the rest of the roster hates me for it.”
~Ross looks up~
"I can tell. It would definitely be nice to get a second chance. I got a lot of unanswered questions and a lot of people over there to ask them to…"
~A tug at his pants forces Ross' attention downward slightly~
"What are you doing, Dad?"
"I'm about to take you out for ice cream to celebrate...Dad's about to get a lot bigger paychecks."
~Ross looks down one last time at the contract, then back up through the car's window~
"Got a pen?"
~Ian pulls out a pen from his silver-colored jacket~
“Here you go.” Ian smiles as he passes the pen to Ross.
~With one final moment of hesitation, the former OCW alumni is now signed and back to active competition~
"Pleasure doing business with you. So when's my first day back?" Ross asks Thad.
“September 7th. Day after Under The Lights.” Thad answers.
~Ross looks down at his son with a bit of a dejected look on his face. Thad reaches into the center console of his car and hands Hanson a fat stuffed envelope~
“Before you go canceling big plans with the little guy… here’s an advance. I’m not buying your loyalty Ross, but I do take care of my own.”
~Ross only has to feel the thickness of the envelope to know all he needs to know. He looks beyond humbled, but composes himself enough to throw back a sarcastic quip~
"It's a good thing you're not trying to buy my loyalty, because you seriously overpaid. If you need me any sooner, you know where to find me."
~We cut back to the OCW Studio and Cheasy M~
Cheasy M: Well THAT is certainly an interesting development. It looked like a legal contract to me. Will it hold up? We asked the same thing about Ian Dream a month ago and, well, he’s on the roster. I’d wager Ross Hanson is coming to OCW sooner rather than later.
~Cheasy shakes his head. A signing he never thought he’d see~
Cheasy M: Ross is right to be wary of what he might walk into when he returns. But, this is a very different place than it was two years ago. Dare I say, the catalysts behind most of the issues between Ross and OCW are all gone. Everybody deserves a second chance...so, Ross is apparently going to get his. I, for one, hope he makes the best of it. A lot of talent within the body and mind of Ross Hanson.
~Cheasy spins around. We hear the sound of liquor pouring as the vibe changes to deep pink and deep sky blue~
Cheasy M: What’s that I hear? It’s MAIN EVENT TIME IN THE MIX! Our fourth and final Mix match tonight is up next...and it’s going to be a great one! Who is the final team heading to the Quarterfinals? Let’s find out!
~We cut to the final Mix Match of the evening~
And it’s time for some MAIN EVENT MIX ACTION. Why is this match the main event? I dunno. Narrator guy seems to think it has something to do with the level of competition and evenness of the two teams. WHATEVER THAT MEANS. So, here we go…"Time Traveler" by Daley hit the speakers! The fans rose, expecting Ciela Luiz. But, instead, LC Pinkston came out. He looked around, happy to be there. The fans were confused. The cheers died down. The music stopped.
Awkward.
It was soon realized that Pinkston came out during the WRONG entrance. The guy is perfect for this place. That’s okay. No big deal. They played it back and threw his music on. LC nodded to the beat and headed down the ramp. He seemed happy and why shouldn’t he, guy just walks into OCW and gets a main event...not like THAT won’t inflate his ego. He talked some shit and threatened people with THE LIST if they didn’t cheer him and/or share some of their delicious looking snacks. Pinkston reached the ring and hung his arms out over the top rope, eyeing the fans at ringside...listening as they hurled insults his way, giving him zero chance of competing. He just flashed a ‘whatever’ face.
Bam Miller was out next. Bam showed the kind of focus a partner like Pinkston may require to withstand the pressures and intensity of a tournament like THE MIX. Miller marched down the ramp...fans reached out, slapping him on the arm as he tore his way past them and toward the ring. Sliding in, Miller popped to his feet and eyed his partner. LC leaned back into their corner about as nonchalant as one could imagine. Bam nodded his way and paced around the ring, fired up for competition.
And, competition would come...starting with Ciela Luiz. Finally. This time the fans got the person they were expecting. Strong reaction as Ciela Luiz and her green, vibrant hair made its OCW debut. Fired up, Ciela hustled down the ramp. Full of energy, she stopped short of the ring, staring up at Bam and LC. Bam leaned into the ropes while LC remained slouched in the corner, giving Ciela the minimum amount of attention. Wary, she waited for her partner.
HUGE pop as Aaron Warthog emerged! He hustled from behind the curtain and stopped...he turned his head to the right...his eyes wide, his mouth open, and his beard feisty. He turned to his left…the crowd continued to go wild for the GCWA star. Warthog marched down the ramp, soaking in the adoration. Once at the bottom he turned to Ciela and smiled...she’s definitely easy to look at. Luiz got a nice chuckle out of the exchange before heading to the ring with Warthog. Warthog rolled in under the bottom rope and popped to his feet, muscling up in case Bam or LC came after him. They did not. He then stood guard as Ciela slid in...the duo made their way to their corner.
Warthog demanded Ciela start on the apron. She protested. But, Aaron had his white knight hat on and would not concede. Bam asked LC what he preferred. LC shrugged. Bam turned, facing Warthog. LC found the apron. The bell rang.
Miller and Warthog faced off in the center of the ring. The fans were solidly behind Warthog due to familiarity...but there was something about Bam that pulled them in. Miller didn’t back down...he tried to go chest-to-chest with Warthog...but the hog’s massive gut prevented any chest bumpage. Miller talked some trash. Warthog yelled, “OH YEA!” If he were in red he might be mistaken for the kool aid guy. Bam shoved Warthog. Warthog stepped forward and knocked Bam back with his mass. Bam charged forward and the two began to brawl...a huge ovation!
Warthog bullied Bam into a corner. Bam responded with an eye rake. A stunned Warthog stumbled around, grasping at air. Miller motioned toward Aaron...but LC spoke up. His loud and unavoidable voice demanded a tag. Perhaps sensing opportunity or perhaps seeking the limelight. Bam scowled...but they’re in the MIX and team bonding is important. So, he gave LC his wish, tagging the braggadocios newcomer into the match. LC stood and laughed at Warthog...which resulted in a still blinded Warthog running toward the sound and bullying Pinkston into a corner. His shoulder drove into LC’s skinny midsection, smashing his ribs over and over.
Pinkston was tossed around. Stomped. Drilled into the mat. The living shit was being beaten out of him. Second thoughts, perhaps, coursing through his brain. Feeling like he’d been HOGGING the spotlight too much, Aaron tagged Ciela to a strong ovation. She eagerly stepped in. Pinkston sat up, grimacing, reaching for several afflicted body parts. Upon seeing Luiz, he smiled...feeling as though he’d been given a reprieve.
But, Ciela would proceed to run and fly around the ring, hitting LC with move after move...most of which he never saw coming. This all resulted in Pinkston flat on his back, gasping for air...staring at the lights. The fans on their feet, giving the team of Luiz and Warthog a huge ovation.
Warthog clapped his hands, cheering Ciela on. She found the top buckle. LC remained on the mat. She leaped off, drilling him with a moonsault (Princesca)!! Scruff slid in for the pin. 1! 2! 3..NO! LC managed to get his shoulder up. Bam watched from the apron with great concern. Ciela was right back on her feet. LC sat up, instinctively...his body telling him to get moving. Ciela hit the ropes, came off and lit LC up with Viva La Familia (Shining Wizard)!!! Pinkston was back down. Luiz popped back to her feet and pointed at LC. The fans went wild...Warthog nodded “yes! Finish him!” She hurried to the corner and climbed to the top. Looking down...she took a breath...soaked in the atmosphere...the moment...and she leaped off with Over the Rainbow (Twisted Bliss)!!! She soared through the air and came crashing down...right onto LC’s knees!!! The fans gasped. Luiz rolled around, holding her midsection. LC sorta tilted onto his side...looking like he might be paralyzed. Bam yelled at him to get moving.
It took LC awhile, but he finally began to move. Only problem was Luiz was already back on her feet, holding her abs. She threw a kick into LC’s back, sending him into a corner, front first. She charged in, looking to continue her assault...but LC grabbed her by the head, kicked off the corner and shocked the world by dropping Ciela with a wrestling move!! Homeward Bound (Acid Drop)!! The ring shook with impact. Both were down. Their partners eager for a tag.
Pinkston tagged Miller into the match. Luiz crawled for Warthog’s arm...but Miller snared her before she could make the tag. Flipping her over, he dropped to his knees and began pummeling her with right hands. The fans weren’t sure how to react, seeing the green hair flying around in such violent fashion. Warthog, having seen enough, entered into the ring. He charged at Miller. Pinkston remained on the mat, laying down, facing the ceiling.
Warthog wrapped his arms around Bam and hoisted him up for Aggression (Falling Powerslam)! But, mid-air...Miller turned it into MILLER TIME (Stunner!) Warthog snorted and shook his head, stumbling back and through the ropes, hitting the floor. Miller turned, facing Ciela...she was slow to her feet, stumbling around...she turned...she ate a boot to the gut followed by a second MILLER TIME!! Ciela flew into the air before hitting the mat hard. Miller hooked the leg, Scruff slid in. 1! 2! 3!!!! The bell rang.
Miller pounded the mat with this fist, excited over the win. He popped up, getting his hand raised. Pinkston remained on the mat, his life flashing before his eyes. The fans gave Bam a strong ovation...a very exciting flurry to steal a first round victory. Bam exited. He looked at Pinkston and extended a hand...LC took it and Bam yanked him out of the ring and helped him to the back. Warthog eventually rolled back into the ring to check on Ciela. Before too long, she sat up...upset, disappointed, but physically fine. The fans gave them a show of support for the effort they put in.
Match Time: 26:19
Winners: Bam Miller & LC Pinkston
~We cut back to Cheasy inside the OCW Studios~
Cheasy M: What a match! What a main event! Ciela Luiz and Aaron Warthog were game BUT, in the end, LC Pinkston pulled a wrestling move out of his ass giving Bam Miller the opportunity he needed to seal the victory.
~Cheasy shakes his head and wipes sweat from his brow~
Cheasy M: Whew. Great action! I’m telling ya...this team of Bam and LC will be tough to knock out. Mark my words. They’ve got a date, next week, with Miss Fury and Atara Themis. That one should be great!
~The camera cuts and Cheasy shifts. The lights begin to dim as it’s apparent Piledriver is nearing its end~
Cheasy M: Alright, folks! Thanks for joining us for another episode of Wednesday Night Piledriver. I’m your host, Cheasy M...we’ll see you next week for Quarterfinal Mix action! Under the Lights is three weeks away...the Mix is in full swing...contracts are being signed...the action is heating up! Don’t miss next week’s episode as, I’m sure, we’ll have tons to report on!
~Cheasy vibes to the music~
Cheasy M: And that’s it from me. Keep it cheasy, everyone!
~We cut away~
~We cut to the office of GM Who’Re~
Who’Re: I, like all of you watching at home, am appalled at the actions of Jason Cashe. Turning on his tag partner, the amazing and talented Lexi Gold was a move so dirty and so misogynistic that it made me sick. Sick to my very core.
~Who’Re swallows hard. She’s got a huge throat~
Who’Re: Still, right now, I can barely stomach the image. Lexi Gold is one of the prize talents I’ve had my eye on for a LONG time. I’ve got designs and ideas to help build OCW around Lexi Gold. She’s a future ICON of OCW. Cashe may think...he may believe that he ruined her shot at joining OCW and, by doing so, improved his...but he’s very, very wrong.
~Who’Re leans forward, glaring into the lens~
Who’Re: The world is changing. Shedding its old skin. People like you, Cashe...people like you are outdated. You’re the old guard. You’re the stench of the patriarchy doing whatever it can to keep women subjugated to kitchens and carpools. Well, no more. Not here. Not any longer. The days of people like you, Cashe. The days of people like you running around OCW are OVER.
~Who’Re reveals a contract~
Who’Re: And, to prove my point, I’m going to pull the trigger. I don’t care that she lost tonight. Why? Because YOU sabotaged what would have been a clear cut victory and easy path toward Mix fame. Lexi Gold is a winner and she is a star. And, before someone else locks her up, I’m going to offer Lexi a contract. So, congratulations, Cashe...in an effort to step over Lexi you, inadvertently gave her everything she wanted while depriving yourself that which you desired.
~Who’Re leans back, satisfied. Her phone rings. We zoom in...the incoming call is from TONY SAVAGE. She grunts and picks it up~
Who’Re: What? I’m live.
~She gets angry~
Who’Re: Hell yes I can sign her if I want. I’m the GM. You…
~Her head snaps back. Her eyes widen. It’s clear she’s hearing shit she does not like~
Who’Re: Oh, you think so, huh? You think you’re gonna sign him just to spite me? I don’t think so, MAN. I have the power here. Not you! I…hello. HELLO?
~Tony has hung up on Who’Re. She slams her phone into her desk~
Who’Re: This isn’t over, Cashe. Come hell or high water Lexi will be a part of this roster and you will not.
~Who’Re slams both hands atop her desk and stands. She exits. We fade out~