Wednesday, August 18th, 2021
Taped from the OCW Studio
Episode #14
~The shot opens on the backstage area, where Dylan & Lissandra Thomas can be seen entering, pushing along Lilly in front of them in a stroller. Tank is walking behind them, keeping his eyes floating all around for any surprises. They head into their locker room, with Tank checking out the area. Their babysitter Bethany is also in tow carrying a few of Lilly’s toys.~
Dylan Thomas: Hey Tank, bro…. I appreciate you being here man… but I think Rob’s being a little over-cautious. We love you, big guy but Lissie...why do we need a bodyguard?
Lissandra Thomas: You saw what happened with Vinnie. With Dave still staying with his mother, I don’t mind a little extra protection with psychos like Vaughn running around yelling “Deal-Breaker”. Thank-you Tank.
~Tank nods still looking around cautiously.~
Dylan Thomas: I suppose. But we made him pay at Dystopia and I’ll take final payment at Under The Lights when I take his championship. For now let’s enjoy being here as a family.
~An attendant suddenly appears, looking out of breath as he runs up to the couple. He looks around wildly for a second, as if fearful of something, but then turns to them.~
Attendant: Mr. and Mrs. Thomas… I’ve been… looking for you…
Dylan Thomas: Yo dude, relax, yeah? Take a deep breath or two and get your air back.
~The attendant does so, nodding gratefully to Dylan for saying so.~
Attendant: I was told to come find you two. The message says that Who’Re needed to talk with both of you about arrangements for Under The Lights. Something about doing a special Shining With The A-List show on-location.
Lissandra Thomas: This sounds interesting. But why didn’t she message me directly?
Dylan Thomas: Tank, stay here and keep an eye out, okay? Watch Lilly.
Lissandra Thomas: Mommy and Daddy will be back soon, baby… OK?
~Lissandra leans down and kisses Lilly. She then rests a hand on Tank’s shoulder in thanks and Dylan pats him on the back.
Dylan Thomas: Let’s go, babe.
~Tank, ever the silent warrior, nods and stands there as Dylan & Lissandra head off to meet with Who’Re. The attendant watches them go, then runs away in the other direction, intent on fleeing the scene as fast as possible. Nearby, someone can be seen, watching from a slightly opened room. We cut away and into the OCW Studio which is all done up for PILEDRIVER! Cheasy sits behind his desk nodding to the groovy entrance theme. He acts surprised to see us~
Cheasy M: Well what do you know? Hey there, everybody and welcome to another episode of Wednesday Night Piledriver! I'm your host, Cheasy M and we've got a HUGE show in store for you all today!
~Cheasy reflects on what we've already seen~
Cheasy M: Dylan Thomas and Lissandra are in house...and with Lilly, too. I'm not sure that's the smartest move I've ever seen given how Peter Vaughn is on an attempted murder spree against all their friends. Hopefully things turn out alright for OCW's most powerful couple!
~The camera cuts. Cheasy shifts~
Cheasy M: And now...how about some major OCW news which took place late last week!
Cheasy M: That’s right, folks, fans, and estranged friends...Matthew ‘The Raven’ Knox has signed with OCW!
~Cheasy pauses, as though listening to someone~
Cheasy M: WHO is Matthew Knox, you ask?
~Cheasy casually slaps the camera lens~
Cheasy M: That’s for being ignorant. Matthew Knox is a pro wrestling champion. He is the current reigning and defending Pro Wrestling Valor Champion! He’s a household name and a talent recognized the world over. Matthew Knox will be a FORCE here in OCW and we hope to have him on Piledriver for an interview very, very soon.
~The camera cuts. Cheasy shifts~
Cheasy M: I’m told Matthew Knox will be at Under the Lights and his impact will significant. We all look forward to witnessing Knox’s debut right here in OCW!
~The lights in the arena turn from yellow to pink and blue. Cheasy tosses a sombrero on and a pair of cheap shades. He starts to shimmy his shoulders while sipping on a Margarita~
Cheasy M: And now...you all know what time it is, right? It’s MARGARITA MIX TIME!!
~Cheasy jams to ‘Margaritaville’~
Cheasy M: Second round action is about to get underway as two of the MIX favorites collide in quarter-final action. The Professor and Bianca McBride take on the high tolerance tandem of Brett Daniels and Chris Madison. Let’s check out the action as the second round kicks off...right now!
~We cut to MIX footage~
How ya feeling? Buzzed? Tipsy? Sloshed? READY TO FIGHT? Good. Because fightin is what’s in store. Here comes some MORE MIX ACTION.
The increasingly popular Bianca McBride was out first. The fans showered her with cheers and support. It was hard for McBride to NOT indulge in the positive showing for a few moments...but she quickly refocused, marching toward the ring, knowing that the wave of appreciation would last only as long as her in-ring work could carry her. She hit the ring and awaited the arrival of her disparate partner.
Carrington’s theme hit. The OCW Arena was instantly given an increased level of culture and sophistication. The Professor emerged, holding the most famous book book ever written by a Bradley Carrington from Cornell to have wrestled in OCW. An esteemed list, to be sure. Bradley showed the book off to the fans, urging them to buy it. Entering the ring, Carrington offered the book to McBride. Not wanting to be rude or fuck up team chemistry she reluctantly began to accept. However, Carrington clutched at his heart and took a sigh of relief, pulling back the leather bound version – his personal version and somehow manifesting a paper back version (we’ll say it was in his trunks). He handed that to Bianca. She sorta scowled but took it...again, not wanting to disrupt things.
The Cowboy was next. He toted the cooler of beer to the ring. Win, lose, or draw (lol draw...who the fuck gives out draws, anyway)...there’d be some post-match booze consumption. Daniels sat the cooler on the apron and entered the ring, keeping his veteran watch sharp, in case any pre-match attack was concocted.
But, Carrington was too busy referencing several pages for Bianca to check out once she ran home and eagerly cracked the pages of his ground breaking novel.
And then came Chris Madison. The mood in the OCW Arena changed. If it hadn’t been made clear in Round 1...Madison is a star. His presence, his name, and his ability rests above the laurels of nearly every other competitor in pro wrestling. The strong ovation from the fans followed Madison from the curtain, down the ramp, and to the ring. He hustled up the steps and entered the ring, bumping fists with Daniels. No words said. These two men remained in lockstep.
Bradley shoo’d Bianca to the apron. McBride grew increasingly annoyed over his antics. But, she went against making waves, taking her spot. Madison took the apron for his team, giving Daniels the opportunity to kick this match off.
The bell rang. Brett approached Carrington. Bradley held up his hand, ordering Daniels to stop until he could finish reading a portion of his book. The fans boo’d. Daniels shook his head and spit outside the ropes. He reached out, snared the book from Carrington’s grasp and whipped him across the face with its leather bound covering!!! Carrington, stunned, staggered into his team’s corner, holding his left cheek, staring at Daniels, who casually tossed the book over his shoulder. Bradley reached over and tagged McBride into the match...he, apparently, needed some time to get over the insult.
McBride’s entrance generated a sizable pop. She locked horns with Daniels. Bianca quickly took Brett down with a side headlock, working the pro wrestling veteran over. Brett would use his strength to combat Bianca’s prodigious awareness...however, he was cut off each and every time with a hold or reversal. Bianca was showing she’d be a tough out, even for a veteran like Brett Daniels.
After several spots, most of which ended with Bianca getting the better of Daniels, Brett whipped her into the ropes. Bianca reversed...as Daniels hit the ropes, Bradley reached in and tripped him up!! The Cowboy face planted on the mat! The fans boo’d. Madison hopped off the apron and went after Carrington, confronting him. The Professor put up both hands, backing away from his angered opponent.
Inside the ring, Bianca hesitated. It didn’t feel right to take advantage of Daniels. But, its the MIX. Hesitate and get fucked. So, she sided with her opportunistic instincts and went after Daniels.
Chris Madison gave up chasing Carrington, realizing his partner needed to make a tag. And, well, it’s impossible to tag air. So, he returned to his team’s corner for support. McBride kept Daniels away from Madison, showing a strong in-ring acumen. She assaulted him with a variety of knees and strikes, each one bringing The Cowboy closer and closer to defeat.
Despite her dominance, Bianca found manipulating and maneuvering Daniels to be quite the chore. A heavy, muscular, strong willed competitor...Brett used every ounce of his being to resist what she threw his way. Looking toward Carrington...The Professor, complaining about the audacity of his opponents...she decided against tagging him in for relief. Instead, she looked to up the ante...she whipped Daniels into the ropes...he came off and she threw A BIG BOOT into his face! He spun around...but, in doing so, turned Bianca inside out with a LARIAT!! Both competitors hit the mat, hard! The fans stood and erupted with the unexpected back-to-back impact. Madison reached out, urging his partner to make the tag. Bradley shook his head, pointing at Bianca and explaining to anyone who would listen how that would NOT have happened to him.
Daniels crawled his way toward Madison. McBride latched onto his leg, trying to keep him from reaching the most dangerous man in the match...perhaps in the entire MIX. Brett shook her off like a Cowboy shaking mud off his boot...he then kicked her in the face. The tag to Madison was imminent.
Out of options, Bianca rolled and crawled for Carrington. The Professor observed the scenario, carefully. Daniels reached out and MADE THE TAG! Madison entered the ring with closed fists and bad intentions. He glared at Carrington. McBride reached her corner and went for the tag...but Carrington hopped from the apron!! The fans were irate! McBride, leaning over the bottom rope, eyed Carrington, helplessly. But, The Professor was out of there. He grabbed his book and marched up the ramp.
The only option for Bianca, at this stage, was to fight. She reached her feet and powered out of the corner, giving Madison all she could. And, to her credit, it was more than the wrestling veteran could have anticipated.
The two battled for awhile with Bianca refusing to back down. McBride rolled Madison up for a two count. She small packaged Madison for a two count. She did everything within her power to steal the win...even if the future didn’t bode well for such a dysfunctional team.
Madison kicked McBride in the gut and lifted her up for a powerbomb. But, Bianca turned it into a modification of Carrington’s Cornell Clutch! Chris bent over, finding the hold smothering...but, using his strength, he pulled Bianca back up and repeatedly slammed her into the mat. Eventually, she lost her grip. He stood up, twisted her around, tossed her in the air and dropped her with End Game!!! Scruff slid in for the count. 1! 2! 3!!! The bell rang and the fans hit their feet, cheering another impressive performance from Madison.
On his feet, Madison looked down at McBride, impressed with her efforts. But, the beer was calling. So, he joined Daniels outside the ring for an ice cold brew. The duo made their way up the ramp, ready to celebrate.
Bianca came to and reached her feet, disappointed...cursing the misfortune of being given a partner she could not have had less in common with. But, the fans admired her heart and fight, giving McBride a huge ovation.
Match Time: 21:11
Winners: Brett Daniels & Chris Madison
~We cut back to Cheasy inside the OCW Studio~
Cheasy M: Ouch. Disappointing outcome for Bianca McBride. She did her best but The Professor just wasn’t feeling it. Apparently, these other competitors weren’t Cornell material.
~Cheasy shuffles some papers~
Cheasy M: Is this the last we’ve seen of The Professor? I’m told OCW is interested in signing the former star should he wish to continue competing in the promotion.
~Cheasy does a ‘maybe?’ gesture~
Cheasy M: And, for every loser there is a winner...in this case, two of them. Chris Madison and Brett Daniels reach the Semi-Finals of THE MIX. They were tested, no doubt in this round. They are gonna have to remain focused if they wish to advance any further. We’ve got our first of four teams that will comprise the Semi-Finals by night’s end...three more matches are scheduled to air...but, before we can get to any of that...this commercial break is coming at ya!
~We cut away~
~The arena door flies open, with two men hurriedly shoving their way in while debating amongst themselves. Ian Dream and Ross Hanson, part of OCW’s Golden Age, drag their bags behind them~
Ian: I know I should have driven…I'm sorry that I can't drive.
Ross: No need to apologize, my dude. You didn’t do anything wrong...and besides, it wouldn't have mattered. We would have still been pulled over.
Ian: No, I mean I don't know how to drive. But I could have gotten out of the speeding ticket by not telling the cop that he looked like Joe Swanson if he had untreated diverticulitis.
~Nearby staff are just listening in in silence, while Ian and Ross keep on talking as if they’re the only ones in the room~
Ross: He did, didn’t he?
Ian: Yeah...but you still shouldn't say it. But we can talk about it after we get booked. I just hope we're not too late.
Ross: The way people like to not show up? I'm sure there's somewhere…
~ Ross's facial expression drops as he looks over the runsheet for the night~
Ross: ...but not tonight, my dude.
~ Ian steps up to look for himself~
Ian: Damn.
Ross: I forgot. OCW has an almost 100% turnout rate.
Ian: Well, after The Golden Age joined OCW, everyone is trying to get in the door.
Ross: Hell, we ARE The Golden Age and still can't get a match. Stupid fucking Margarita Mix.
Ian: Well, let's not let that stop us. Come on, we can find something to do.
Ross: I guess that’s all we can do.
~Ian tries to cheer Ross up as the duo exit the scene~
~We cut backstage once again where we see Dylan & Lissandra Thomas making their way through the hallways back to their locker room.~
Lissandra Thomas: Who’Re didn’t need to be so rude. She could have just told us she didn’t send the message.
Dylan Thomas: I just want to know who actually sent it. If I find that ring attendant again…
~The two turn the corner and head to their locker room door, which is ajar. This is likely due to the body lying in the way, keeping it from closing. Dylan jumps forward, shocked, taking a knee beside the massive figure.~
Dylan Thomas: TANK!! What the hell happened??
~Lissandra pushes past Dylan, going into the locker room instead of checking on the unconscious Tank. She lets out a howl, causing Dylan to hurry to her side. She’s hovering over an empty stroller, overturned in the locker room.~
Lissandra Thomas: Lilly?! Beth?!!
~Lissandra begins to frantically pace up and down the locker room, frantically searching.~
Lissandra Thomas: No! Baby...She’s gone! Lilly’s gone!! Beth?!!
Dylan Thomas: WHAT? No…. NOOOO!!!!
Lissandra Thomas: Oh, God, my baby!
~Dylan turns and runs out of the locker room, grabbing at people.~
Dylan Thomas: What did you see? Who did this?? Where are they???
~One terrified lady backs off from Dylan, raising up her arms in a weak defense.~
Lady: I’m sorry! We saw him, but the way he took out that big man, we had no way of stopping him!
Dylan Thomas: Dammit! WHO??
Lady: The Janitor!!
Dylan Thomas: VAUGHN!!! You $%@%@!!! This is too damn far!!!
Lissandra Thomas: Where is she?? Where’s Lilly??? Oh we shouldn’t have gone Dylan!!!!!!!
Dylan Thomas: I’ll find them, Lissandra! I swear!
Lady: The young girl carrying the toys also went that way!!
~Dylan runs off, intent on finding Vaughn and his daughter, as Lissandra hurries after him, tears in her eyes. Medics are already arriving to help the unconscious Tank. Who knows what had to hit him so hard to knock him out this long. We go back to the studio. We cut back to Cheasy who looks shocked~
Cheasy M: I, uhh. Well. I...don’t really know what to say. This is…
~Cheasy receives some prompt information from a higher up off screen. He nods~
Cheasy M: Okay. I’m told things are under control and not to worry. We’re going to move right along with tonight’s show. Ahem, excuse me...one second.
~Cheasy has to gather himself...as any person might, given what he’s just witnessed~
Cheasy M: Alright...it’s interview time! Can we get the graphic, please? Thanks.
~Cheasy has his bearings back~
Cheasy M: That image should look familiar. It’s from last week when we announced the major acquisition of UWF Hall of Famer, Chris Spade. Well, tonight, Chris Spade joins us in studio for an exclusive interview!
~The camera zooms out to reveal Pro Wrestling legend and newly signed OCW wrestler...Chris Spade! He's seated to Cheasy's right. Cheasy M turns and greets him~
Cheasy M: Welcome to the show, Mr. Spade! How are you doing tonight?
Spade: "I am doing well. How about you?"
Cheasy M: No complains over here, sir! Always excited to be joined by pro wrestling greatness! So, last week, we received the big news that you'd signed with OCW. What led to that signing? What about OCW drew you out of retirement because, let's be honest, you really don't have to work anywhere you don't want to.
Spade: "I know a lot of people are wondering why, and your right that I don't ever have to wrestle again. If I did I could gone anywhere. The answer is something I kind of addressed. You see wrestling to me is a sickness without a cure. you just can never fully stay away unless you are so crippled you can do it anymore.
'I came back here because for so long people have said to me or wondered what would it be like if I would to wrestle somewhere else. That OCW, because not just because Vicky is here.. But a whole roster of new talent I never faced before. That's what motivates me, new challenges."
~Cheasy nods~
Cheasy M: I hear that from a lot of veterans. They've done it all. Won championships. Been inducted into Hall of Fames. Now? Now they want a new challenge...some fresh faces...alternative match ups. It makes sense. Who on OCW's roster has caught your eye?
~Chris listens and responds.~
Spade: "Thats is true, I look to challenge myself until I can't wrestle anymore and right now I feel very good. That I can still hang with the best. Now the roster is filled with talent. Of course Xavier Lux the current champion is going to stand out. A guy like me who been on top of a company would wonder what would happen if I go with the guy who is on top of the mountain of another in this case OCW and right now he is that guy. I could also look at the current tag champion Them No good Bastards. Maybe Vicky and I down the line decide to team up and make a run for the tag belts. Always a thought as well. Of course you can name so many like Peter Vaughn or another champion here Outcast. Who would you want me to face if I may ask?"
Cheasy M: That's a tough question! As you said there are so many! I'd personally put you right in there with Lux. A marquee, 'dream' match, if you will! But knowing our GM, she's going to want to make you work your way up. Earn your spot by winning a few matches. Same thing she's doing to James Raven.
Spade: "I don't expect to be given a title match based on my reputation either. I would hope that I would have to earn it and be tested in the OCW waters first. If that's how the GM wants to handle the situation than that's fine. I'm here to earn my spot in OCW. The roster would want me to prove it and thats what I tend to do."
Cheasy M: That's a tremendous attitude...the attitude of a champion! Under the Lights is less than three weeks away...yu're going to be there in SOME capacity? Can we anticipate Spade getting involved in one of the matches?
Spade: "Well, I can't tell you what I am going to do. Your going to have to tune in like everyone else. I didn't get this far in wrestling by revealing my plan. I will say their is a very good chance of me being there. '
~Cheasy is visibly excited~
Cheasy M: Oh boy! I cannot wait for that! Okay, so before we let you go...Vicky Stone. We gotta bring her into this for a minute. You two have been together for YEARS and, as you said, she's one of the main reasons you chose OCW. How long have you two been together, officially? And what's it like living with someone as interesting as Vicky Stone?
~Chris laughs a little.~
Spade: "Well with her its never a duel moment. We been together for close to ten years now. I know its insane to think about. But she is amazing. We have so much fun and enjoy life together. Even if the neighbor hates us."
Cheasy M: Well that neighbor can get a life...or get a girlfriend...or a cheap hooker. Something! Not his fault you guys are a happy couple! Well, Mr. Spade...any parting words?
Spade: "I mean we do prank them a lot. I will end it by saying this, to all of OCW stay tune because things are about to get very interesting in OCW.'
~Cheasy nods~
Cheasy M: Chris Spade, everyone! He'll be making an impact at Under the Lights in just over two weeks! Alright, up next a commercial break and, when we return...MORE from Wednesday Night Piledriver! Stay tuned!
~We cut away~
~It was insane how busy things were backstage this week. Extra security stood guard at the doors in back to ID everyone trying to get inside. There was a small crowd of people wanting to get through. Mostly reporters, it seemed like a lot of them were popping up these days. Wanting that next big scoop and OCW had the headlines.~
Reporter 1: "Let me in, I need to know who has the longest toes!!"
~Another shouts out at the guards~
Reporter 2: "I want to know who smells the best! Top 5 tomorrow!"
~The security guards didn't react to their hoots and hollers. They weren't getting inside the building. Suddenly, a man rushes into the crowd, barreling through the reporters and fans! As he reaches the front, he screams out~
FAN: "MURDERHAUS RULES!"
~Security whooped that man's ass so badly that his bank account probably maxed out. He was without question hacked because they left him bleeding and unconscious by the time they were done. OCW was definitely to blame. Security was so focused on taking turns with the stupid fanboy, nobody noticed Jason Cashe walk through the doors and enter the building~
~Now inside, the noise fades from outside. Cashe was dressed clean in a throwback Houston Oilers, Warren Moon #1 Jersey, Khaki Shorts, Knee socks and some flip flops. Not here to compete, just enjoy the backstage happenings. As he heads down the hallway, he is grabbed by the arm and stopped. It was Leo.~
Leo: "What are you doing here?! If she finds out, she will be furious!"
Jason Cashe: "Hello to you as well Leo.. How's the girlfriend?"
~His face changed from concern for Cashe to a melted ahhh face. It made Cashe laugh~
Leo: "She's wonderful!"
Jason Cashe: "That's awesome! Say, do you know where I can get some grub and gulp? I'm pretty parched. Cotton mouth is alive and well.."
~Waving Cashe's desire to eat or drink, Leo tries to warn him again~
Leo: "I'm dead serious man! If she sees you, she is going to flip out! Those security guards were supposed to keep you out!"
Jason Cashe: "Just me? I doubt that and I'm not worried about Who're.. She needs to just sign the papers and make this official because I'm not going anywhere!"
Leo: "She can be pretty scary!"
Jason Cashe: "Then I guess we should turn out the lights and play boo! I'll catch up with you later Leo.."
~Leaving the conversation, Cashe heads down the hallway but Leo asks the next obvious question to ask. One of a few he could have asked to grab Cashe's attention~
Leo: "What about Lexi?"
~Stopping. Cashe turns around and makes the steps to get back closer to Leo. Cashe looks to the left down an adjacent hallway before responding~
Jason Cashe: "What about her? I laid that girl out because she was useless. If Who're wants to back her, well.. People have been putting funds on the wrong horse for a long time. It's nothing new. Lexi ain't a concern! Is she even here? No, she is probably posting a selfie on twitter because that's the only THOT that bitch has.."
Leo: "How are you going to convince them to hire you?"
~Cashe wasn't sure. In part, he knew he needed to stand out. OCW was filled with talent. There was less chance to find easy fights here and that was the key to why Cashe wanted to be in OCW. To have those up and down moments against some of the biggest names and talent stepping into the ring today~
Jason Cashe: "I dunno and if it doesn't work out, I can always become a journalist right?"
Leo: "That's cold man! Ice cold!"
~Leo's eyes slide off the right of Cashe and a smile breaks across his face~
Leo: "What would you say to her if you could talk to her right now?"
Jason Cashe: "Who?!"
Leo: "Atty! Atara! What would you say to her?"
~It looked as if Cashe was actually putting thought to the question. What hasn't he said already? Did he hate her or was he still kind of impressed by her? The conflict could really drive a guy mad. Shaking out any clouded thoughts, Cashe shrugged.~
Jason Cashe: "Good luck, fu*k you. I mean.. What else is there? I tried to be a friend and she looked down at me so fu*k her.."
~Leo's eyes shift to the right of Cashe for a second time. His eyes widen and Cashe feels a change in the force. He spins around and with his own momentum turns right into a Bicycle Flying Knee, 'The Judgement of Paris"! Cashe spins out in a standing circle before collapsing to the floor. Leo screams and instantly his hands are held up in the air.~
Leo: "Please! I have a girlfriend now!!"
~The cameras see her from behind and only recognizes her as she turns back towards Cashe. It was Atara Themis! She doesn't say a single thing as she steps over Jason Cashe and leaves the scene.~
Leo: "That was NOT how I saw that happening! Holy Moly!"
~We cut to commercial~
~ Ross and Ian enter a side room in the back, with Ross pacing around~
Ian: All we gotta ask is WWTD? What would Thad do?
Ross: That’s not a bad idea. Let's call the big man and see what he thinks.
Ian: You think he'll be mad at us for not taking initiative?
Ross: Nah. He might even feel honored we're asking for his advice. We're gonna have to call him with your phone though..
~ Ross holds up his prepaid cell phone with an obliterated screen and a background photo of Mini-Human playing with his GCC Heavyweight Championship belt.
Ian: Cheese ‘n’ rice! What the heck did you do to your phone?
Ross: I threw it at Graham Clauson for threatening to sell my kid to Amazon to work in their warehouse.
Ian: ...I'm not even going to attempt to respond to that. Here...he's about to answer.
~ Ian and Ross gather around Ian's brand new Iphone, standing at such an angle that the phone's screen can be seen as well as Ian and Ross.
Thad: What’s up guys? Gotta be quick, I’m about to hit the ring.
Ross: Hey boss man...we got a slight problem, we wanted to know how you'd handle it if you were us….
Thad: Okay?
Ian: Yeah, I know that I should have planned this earlier but I’m going to be honest and say that I forgot to set a reminder because all my reminders are set for swimming in the pool that’s across my hotel room.
Ross: We couldn't get a match tonight. So we were gonna just interfere in someone else's match, but to be honest...there's nobody for us to do that to. Everyone is focused on this Margarita Mix thing, half these people won't even be here in two weeks..and let's be honest. I'm really not trying to piss off Tara Fenix. I don't want to be kicked off the guest list for her birthday cruise.
Ian: So...we are here...but we have nothing to do. And Ross definitely doesn't wanna stay quiet forever. You should have heard him on the drive here.
Ross: I'm sorry man, but when you get me started on which Fallout was better…I'm not going to stop.
Ian: I didn't even bring it up. You just went off for forty-five minutes because “The Wanderer” by Dion started playing on the radio.
Thad: Listen, the only thing for sure about Fallout is ‘76 fucking sucks.
Ross: You're not wrong. Look, we want to figure out some way to actually do something tonight, not just talk about it like everyone else before us did. But Ian and I aren't quite sure how to do that on such short notice.
Thad: Wait...nobody knows you're there?
Ian: Just a couple of people who were picking at whatever was left on the catering table…
Thad: Fellas, listen up. This is gonna sound crazy, but what if we tried this…
~ Ross holds up a finger to Thad, then looks over at the cameraman.
Ross: We should lose the camera. This kind of stuff works best when nobody knows about it.
Thad: No, keep it there. I like giving fair warning and then watch them still unable to do shit. So here’s what I’d like you to do, but you guys are free to do whatever you want as long as it's interesting or funny.
~ Ross withdraws his objection, turning his attention back to Thad on Ian's phone screen.
Thad: My friend Dolly Waters is in the MIX tonight. She’s been one of my best friends for years… what I’d like to see is that you two make sure she and What’s His Face advance tonight.
Ian: You got it, boss. That’s why you are the boss.
~Ian nods his head.
Thad: No, I’m not the boss. I’m just Thad. You two are your own men… well… yeah we’ll say men. Whatever it is you do, just… do it Gold.
Ian: Gotcha, we’re going to do it Gold while bein’ Ian!
~ Ross, not appearing to be in a mood for funny, simply cracks his knuckles.
Ross: Word.
Ian: Should I stop him from hurting someone too bad? I mean, we both know Ross hasn't felt the best about himself lately. What if he just drags Mike Mason off and throws him out into the street while a bus is coming around the corner?
Ross: I would make the bus stop so I could run his head into the front of it.
Thad: Fuck no. We’re in the hurt business. Fuck someone up, just make sure Dolly and What’s His Face win.
Ross: I think we can pull that off.
~We cut back to Piledriver and Cheasy M~
Cheasy M: And we’re back! As you saw before the break...Atara Themis surprising Jason Cashe with Judgment of Paris! Cashe and Themis had a torrid rivalry which culminated in Cashe abandoning his partner, Lexi Gold last week during the first round of the MIX.
~Cheasy bows his head for Lexi~
Cheasy M: Who’Re was furious. She attempted to sign Lexi to a contract. But, Tony Savage stepped in, complaining about the one-sided hiring practices here in OCW. So, now, I’m told the two are at odds...sign Lexi? OR...sign Cashe? Rumors circulating this could be decided AT Under the Lights.
~Shaking his head, Cheasy marvels at the uncertainty surrounding the promotion these days~
Cheasy M: And, as for Atara Themis...she’s scheduled to compete in 2nd round MIX action later this evening.
~Cheasy turns, mentioning some more action that took place while he was away~
Cheasy M: It also appears Ross Hanson and Ian Dream...spending the night here Thad-less...are looking to get into some mischief. Make an IMPACT if you will. Thad's directed them toward his good friend, Dolly Waters. Waters has a big MIX match coming up later this evening. Will these two rising stars help Dolly out? Will she even need it? I guess we're going to find out! Alright, moving along!
Cheasy M: It’s that special time of the week again...that’s right it’s PROMO TIME! So, let me bring in my boy, Leo...no longer the intern. Not sure if that means he’s getting paid...but we do know he’s getting LAID! Leo, my man, what’s the haps?
~We pull out to see LEO leaning back, puffing on a Swisha Sweet~
Leo: Same ole same ole CM.
Cheasy M: Tremendous! Looks like you’re enjoying yourself AND, it also appears you showered.
Leo: Fuckin right I did...and I wasn’t alone, either. IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN
~He leans over, exhaling some fruity smelling smoke~
Leo: I showered with a woman.
Cheasy M: Thanks for the clarification there, Leo. ~cough, cough~ So, what do you have for us in regards to these promos. What went down since last week?
Leo: Well, let’s start with Betsy since she’s the early bird. Here’s your worm, girl.
~Leo makes a disgusting gesture we won’t get into~
Cheasy M: Uh, Leo. I’d be careful if I were you.
Leo: Blah blah. Anyway, Betsy was hanging out with Vhodka after their match at House of Cards. Vhodka’s a pretty happy loser...making amends right away with the woman who took her belt. Vhodka then left and, well, things got interesting from there.
Cheasy M: Yea?
Leo: Yep...a Nokhri? I can’t exactly remember the term...but something showed up and instructed Betsy to appear before the Grand Admiral. Betsy, under the notion that this Grand Admiral had killed her parents declined. BUT...she soon found out that her parents AREN’T dead...so, she agrees to meet, so long as the Grand Admiral comes to her.
Cheasy M: Oh wow...that’s got to be confusing news to receive just a few weeks out from her big rematch.
Leo: Truth. But, she’s got Raven at her side. Always good to have support. She also made it very clear she does not want to fuck Mack O’Connor. More like she wants to fuck Mack OVER. Gaining revenge, defeating him in the ring, and preventing him from ever reclaiming his beloved TransAtlantic Championship.
Cheasy M: And how did Mack respond to all of this?
Leo: Mack got ahold of some of that Poblano Puffy Puff and took a trip and a half, man. He met Morpheus. He met Spock. Hell, I think he even got it on with Ripley from those Predator movies.
Cheasy M: Alien, Leo. She’s from the Alien franchise.
Leo: Yea. Sure. Whateva. But Mack thinks Betsy protests too much...indicating that she REALLY wants to fuck him. But, then again, he ponders as to whether or not HE protests too much. Really, though, this all leads to Mack being more determined than ever to halt Betsy’s momentum so he can reclaim his TransAtlantic Championship.
Cheasy M: It sounds those two are getting real person, real fast. Okay, so what’s going on with Thaddeus Duke?
Leo: Well, Thad sought out the help of his friend, Ian Dream. You see, Thad’s been assigned a collection job and would appreciate a little back up. PLUS, this type of errand could help Ian with his in-ring progression.
Cheasy M: It looks as though Duke is taking a lot of time out of his scheduled to help mentor.
Leo: That he is. We also got to see the softer, more vulnerable side of Frankie. It’s clear a lot of people depend on Thaddeus and he does everything he can to not let them down.
Cheasy M: And his thoughts on BRIM?
Leo: He continues to find BRIM lazy and generic. Isn’t overly impressed or wow’d by anything BRIM does. Indicates he’s seen this schtick a thousand times before. He also expresses his annoyance that BRIM would reach for the ‘low hanging fruit’ in his verbal attacks. Thad gets the second generation insult all the time...hell, even Ed threw it his way a month ago.
Cheasy M: And what does BRIM have to say about all this?
Leo: Well, things really fired up in BRIM’s personal life. Apparently his defiance in the face of the biker gang resulted in Duce Jones losing an eye...something Krayzie was NOT happy about. So, BRIM is on a mission of revenge...busting into the rival’s warehouse...all while bringing a nice camera man named Tyler along.
Cheasy M: Why is the cameraman following BRIM into a deadly scenario?
Leo: He really wants a Playstation 5.
Cheasy M: Oh. Okay.
Leo: We’re left off with a cliffhanger. BRIM’s hit in the head with a weapon while Tyler the cameraman is threatened.
Cheasy: And did BRIM say anything about Duke?
Leo: Oh yea...now that he’s getting to ‘know’ Thad a little bit...he starting to see cracks in the cement. He finds Thad’s words towards him and his actions toward Frankie to be hypocritical. I think BRIM believes Thad throws stones while living inside a glass house. He also finds it strange that someone would sleep with their grandfather’s wife...and he wonders why buildings are called such even though they’re clearly built.
Cheasy M: BRIM out here asking the real questions, sounds like. And how’s Outcast doing? Is he dead yet?
Leo: Not yet. Outcast was a hero this past week...even if the person he saved was in danger due to his rivalry with a couple of cowboys. His apartment building was set ablaze and, while escaping, he heard the cries of a young girl...putting his life at risk, Outcast pulled the girl from the fire and carried her to safety.
Cheasy M: I’m sure he enjoyed the instant recognition a heroic move like that generates.
Leo: Not really. He was too busy crashing into a car and pulling the driver out so that he can torture him in a back alley and receive some answers.
Cheasy M: Oh, okay. So business as usual for the Paradigm Champion.
Leo: If he’s still recognized as such given he let his title burn in the fire. I guess some squealing kid was more important. Anyway, Outcast plans on taking Lux LITERALLY to hell...to see if he can survive the pain and torture. Spoiler alert: He doesn’t think Lux can.
Cheasy M: But, can Lux survive Hell?
Leo: Apparently so! He made a trip to something kinda/sorta resembling Hell when he met with the spirit of Enigma. And, even in the afterlife, Enigma remained as cryptic and mysterious as he was while walking this Earth. But, for Xavier’s sake...he did, finally reveal that Scorpion is, in fact, deceased.
Cheasy M: Tough news for Xavier to receive...especially with what is likely the biggest match of his career on the horizon.
Leo: Yep. It seems the more Lux finds out about his father’s fate...the more he wants to know. Which, isn’t a surprise. Hate your parents as much as you want...deep down, there’s still some kind of love there.
Cheasy M: Did Lux take this experience as proof he can handle whatever Outcast throws his way?
Leo: Xavier is confident that he will withstand anything Outcast can throw at him. He’s prepared for it all...pain, torture, blood, broken bones...you name it...Xavier is ready for the challenge. He will not back down.
Cheasy M: What about the potential #1 contender for the OCW Title...Peter Vaughn. What was he up to?
Leo: It’s parent week in OCW, Cheasy. Lux finds out Scorpion’s dead. Betsy finds out her parents are alive. And Peter Vaughn is trying to track his mother down...finding details as to what might be her current location.
Cheasy M: Lots of familial issues in OCW.
Leo: Well, these people ARE wrestlers. So, something fucked up had to happen in their youth to push them in this direction. But, yea, Peter’s mom left him at an early age...something that had a profound impact on him...as it would all of us. She dropped him off at the movie theater and never returned...perhaps he always thought she just hated his taste in cinema.
Cheasy M: I doubt that.
Leo: Yea, I know...probably had more to do with her unhappiness in life. Regardless, Vaughn is on the hunt. Using the name JACK PUFFER to get answers. He also kinda, sorta met the entire Scooby Doo gang...even fulfilling every nerd’s dream. Dancing the seductive tango with Velma.
Cheasy M: Ya know, I never thought Velma was hot until the live action movie.
Leo: That movie changed lives, Cheasy. But Vaughn is still eager to run Thomas out of OCW. Purging him from the roster. His menace and darkness continues to consume...a fact that has Barrows very, very uneasy. Yet, there is another mind at play, speaking from the shadows, urging Barrows to stay the course...despite his concerns.
Cheasy M: He may be losing his mind...but he’s winning where it counts in this profession. And, what’s with Dylan Thomas?
Leo: Dylan spent some of his week at a convention destroying a Peter Vaughn action figure which drew the cheers and chants of the fans in attendance.
Cheasy M: Ah, art imitating life...or something like that.
Leo: Dylan is also seething over the attack Vaughn put on Vincenzo. First Allton...now Vincenzo. That, plus Vaughn calling Dylan a liar and, well, Perfection Personified may actually be the more violent man come their match at Under the Lights.
Cheasy M: Did his reflection talk to him again?
Leo: Not much. Perhaps a temporary lapse in sanity on Thomas’ part. Easy to imagine given all the shit Vaughn is putting him through these days.
Cheasy M: So what’s up with the returning Crash? I’m sure he’s up to wacky things with Lou!
Leo: Ah man they got TORE UP! They went and repossessed the jetski Crash gave Ed Houston two years ago. Only, Lou can’t really remember doing it...ya see, Lou woke up and puked in his sister’s back yard...suffering from a WICKED hangover.
Cheasy M: Hey, the devil’s delight can get the best of us on any given night.
Leo: So Lou is, like, walking through his sister’s house...and it’s damaged. Shit’s out of place. The jetski is in the kitchen...and there’s a strange woman in his sister’s bed so, naturally, Lou tosses her out.
Cheasy M: Wow...his sister is gonna be pissed, right?
Leo: Not really. Turns out Crash bought the house from Lou’s sister.
Cheasy M: Geezus..how messed up with Lou?
Leo: Very. Maybe he had some of that Poblano Puffy Puff. But he’s recovering...and, well, Crash remains unimpressed with Ian and is eager to defeat him and move on to a name higher up the roster.
Cheasy M: And Ian?
Leo: Ian is super eager. He realizes the opportunity this OCW contract presents...a chance to compete and learn from the very best. He also really, really likes the hotel pool.
Cheasy M: Hey, it’s Key West. If you’re not here to get wet and wild then you should probably live in Minnesota or something.
Leo: Wouldn’t that be a drag? Dream’s very eager and he’s giving it his all...only question is, will it be enough to knock off the Crooked Man?
Cheasy M: Only time will tell! We’ll find out at Under the Lights! And, finally...Ed and Zybala...what are these two crazy cats up to?
Leo: Well, Ed is in the midst of enjoying the NASA field trip that is for the kids and totally not for him.
Cheasy M: Right. I’m sure Bob Black is helping him remember that.
Leo: Mhm. And, you’d think after being tossed out of NASA Ed would be on his best behavior, right? Well, you’d be wrong. Minutes into the field trip and he’s sneaking away, barging into closed off locations.
Cheasy M: NASA and Ed...OCW’s version of Ike and Tina Turner.
Leo: Houston’s really laying it on Mike, though. He says once they lost the GCWA Tag Titles...Zybala just quit talking to him. The lack of communication killed their friendship and any hopes for a Meteor 2...all this despite Mike claiming it’s Ed’s fault for Meteor 2 floating off into the abyss to never been seen or heard from.
Cheasy M: Sounds like these two have a score to settle. And Mike, what’s he up to?
Leo: Oh, he was doing Zybala stuff. For sure.
Cheasy M: And, we didn’t exactly hear from TIO or Raven this week, did we?
Leo: I’m told in observance of some random holiday that people in Halifax probably but don’t necessarily celebrate...Raven and TIO took a vow of silence for the week. They’ll be back at it this week.
Cheasy M: Tremendous...well, Leo. Great stuff, as always.
Leo: No doubt.
Cheasy M: We’ll see ya next week. And that does it for this week’s Promo Review segment!
~The camera tightens. Only Cheasy is in the frame~
Cheasy M: And now...More MIX action is heading your way! Can Dolly Waters and Hector Malvado advance...OR, will Mike Mason and Anthony Cross handle their business? Let's find out!
Leo's Voice: Yo Dolly! Holla at your boy!
Cheasy M: Leo! Shut up!
~We cut to the MIX action~
And MORE MIX action has arrived! Speaking of arrived...the OCW Arena is graced with the marvelous presence of Mike Mason. Mike pulled the curtain back, nearly ripping it to shreds due to his sheer strength. He worked his way down the ramp, eyeing the women nearby. He pointed at them and said “3” “2” “4” “2” and so on. None went beyond a ‘5’. This, of course, irritated everyone...so boos and jeers were violently hurled his way. Mason cared about as much as a fast food employee getting a complicated order correct.
The second half of the MIX’s most devastating duo...as far as looks go, anyway, stormed through the curtain. He moved with much more intensity and focus than the flippant Mason. Cross hopped on the apron and powered through the ropes, stomping around the ring. Mason nodded his way...Cross stopped, slapping Mason on his ridiculously large chest...fired up and ready to go.
Hector Malvado was out next. Given the negative presence offered by his opponents, Hector became DEFAULT FACE. One might even say he was an edgy face...as a few younger fans leaned over and yelled, “I GOT DETENTION TOO, VICTOR! YOU’RE COOL!” Hector got mad, “mi nombre no es victor!” But the fans just high fived and said, ‘Victor is so cool!’ Hector waved his hands at the fans with a loud, “Argh!” He made his way to the ring. Stalling, Hector awaited the arrival of Dolly.
And Dolly did not disappoint! Dolly AGUAS appeared from behind the curtain! A strong ovation from the fans...she’d already won most of them over...part because she’s awesome...but mostly because it seems every other team in this thing are heely heels. Waters made her way down the ramp and joined Hector at ringside. They began to discuss. Dolly did her best to communicate. Broke ass sign language was involved.
Mason pointed and scoffed, “Look at those two idiots. One an uggo and the other has a mask.” Cross mocked, “A mask from TARGET!” The muscle men laughed. Dolly, aware they were being mocked, narrowed her eyes. She whispered to Malvado. Hector nodded and yelled, “OLE!” Somewhere, El Linchador gave a thumbs up.
Waters and Malvado hit the ring!! The crowd popped! Mason and Cross were taken by surprise!! Waters and Malvado clotheslined Cross over the top rope and to the outside!! His giant frame hit HARD! Mason lunged forward, clobbering Hector in the back...but Dolly raked him across his eyes. He yelled, “MY PERFECT VISION! AHH!” She kicked him in the shin and dropped Mason with a DDT!
Hector dropped to his knees and began choking Mason. Finally, Scruff stepped in and was like, “whoa, whoa...can we get this thing started?” Malvado found the apron. Scruff looked at Enforcer, who was struggling to his feet on the outside...he shrugged and called for the bell. The fans cheered...the match was officially underway!
Waters and Malvado took turns harming and hurting Mike Mason. It appeared Karma had come for The Marvelous One. With Waters in the ring, Mason was in a bad way. She was dismantling him. Taking him apart. Snaring a few two+ counts. Realizing the third second was imminent, Dolly tagged Hector and instructed him to go to the top. For 18 she’s got great command of a match.
A stunned, injured Mike reached one knee. Dolly measured him and threw RUNNING WATERS! But Mike ducked!! Waters stumbled beyond him. Hector came flying off the top. Mason rose and caught Hector!! He turned around, tossed Hector into the Gorilla Press and THREW Hector onto Dolly!! The duo crashed into the mat!! Mason stumbled toward his corner and tagged Enforcer into the match. An enraged Mason joined Enforcer in heading toward their opponents.
Mason ripped Dolly from the mat and callously tossed her outside. He stepped through the ropes, going after the young pro wrestling prodigy. Enforcer remained in the ring with Hector...the two legal participants. Cross worked Hector over inside the ring while Mason tossed Dolly around like a rag doll outside...both men clearly frustrated.
The fans at ringside boo’d the abuse Mason was doling out on the young, precocious Waters. But Mike refused to relent.
Inside the ring, Cross tossed Hector around with a Spinning Spinebuster, snaring a two count. He hurled Hector over his head with a Fallaway Slam...another two count. He swore to keep Hector down...pulling the Malvado brother up and hooking him for The Death Penalty DDT! But Hector shoved him away, having scouted the move while sitting in detention. A furious Cross pulled Hector’s arm and threw him into the corner. Malvado jumped up, balancing himself on the top rope. Anthony hurried forward to prevent an aerial assault.
Outside the ring, Mason had Dolly by the throat. She looked up at him, physically unable to break free...so, in total defiance, she spat in his face. He laughed and threw her up against the post with his left hand, still gripped around her throat. He reared back with his right. The fans yelled. They winced. They turned, fearful of what might be rendered via the heinous act.
And then, a positive reaction. Two figures hopped the guardrail, assaulting Mike Mason. The first, a blur in every sense of the word, Ian Dream came from NOWHERE to kick Mason in the side of the head! Mike stumbled, losing his grip on Dolly’s throat. He was taken down via a straight right hand from Ross Hanson!! The crowd went wild!! Hanson and Dream stomped the shit out of Mason while Dolly looked on, surprised.
Back in the ring, Cross reached for Malvado, who remained on the top...but Hector threw a back kick into Cross’s face. He jumped and turned around, facing Anthony where he kicked him again and again. The Enforcer stumbled into the ropes, leaning over the middle rope, holding his face in pain.
Hanson and Ian stopped stomping on Mason for a moment to point at Enforcer...in prime position. Dolly snapped out of it and went to work. She leapt on the apron and delivered RUNNING WATERS into The Enforcer’s face, sending him tumbling back into the ring!
Hector flew off the top rope with a HUGE Frog Splash!!! The entire ring shook from the impact! The crowd went wild!! Hector hooked the leg! Scruff slid in with the 1! 2! 3!!!! The bell rang and the OCW Arena rejoiced!
Dolly slid in, helping her partner up. The two embraced. Waters took a few moments to look outside at Dream and Hanson, knowing their help went a long way in securing victory. She then exited the ring with her partner.
Match Time: 25:57
Winners: Dolly Waters & Hector Malvado
~We cut back to Cheasy inside the OCW Studio~
Cheasy M: Ian Dream and Ross Hanson have made their impact...saving Dolly Waters from what appeared to be a very dangerous blow and helping her, along with Hector Malvado, advance into the Semi-Finals of the Margarita Mix! Half of the semi-finals are set...two more matches are left to go. Stay tuned to find out who marches on...after this commercial break!
~After the MIX match, Dolly Waters rushes backstage, right past Ian Dream and Ross Hanson.
Ross: You’re WELCOME!
Ian: Yeah, rude!
~Through the back of the OCW Arena she goes out the back door, into an awaiting car. She may or may not have owned that car but nevertheless. It's hers now. She speeds off hastily, leaving the Golden Age in the dust.
~Back in the arena:
Ross: Fuck it, let’s get out of here.
Ian: Yeah, good thing Thad sent his plane, ought to be a quick trip home.
Ross: And his car… but he might’ve forgot his car was in there...so let’s not tell him that part.
Ian: Good call.
~At the airport, the black and gold 747, known as Lionheart One, waits on the tarmac all lit up. Dolly speeds up to it and screeches to a stop. Barreling out of the car, she rushes up the steps and into the plane. Seconds later, the engines wind up and the plane begins down the runway.
~Once the plane lifts off, Thad’s Audi RS8, driven by Ross Hanson rolls to a stop where Dolly’s car sits, still running. After killing the engine, Ross and Ian exit the car and stare in wonder where the plane once sat.
Ross: Fuck me, Sally...
~Ian nods in agreement and bites his tongue.
Ian: Yeah...
Ross: I think Thad ought to know that his plane is missing.
Ian: And that we have his car.
Ross: Okay, you call him… I’m going way over there.
Ian: No, I don’t want to call him.
~Ross pulls his cellphone from his pocket.
Ross: FINE! I’ll call him.
~Inexplicably, Ross throws his phone at the ground like he’s spiking a football. Ian looks at him with jaw agape, while Ross shrugs nonchalantly.
Ross: Drats! Dropped it again! You’re up, Ian!
Ian: Son of a….! FINE!
Ross: Be there in a minute. I gotta piss, and behind those two barrels looks like a good spot.
~As Ian pulls out his brand new Iphone, Ross jogs his way over to two nearby 55 gallon steel drums, ignoring the mechanics and flight crews waving another plane into takeoff pattern.
Ian: Please don’t answer, please don’t answer, please don’t answer. Please don’t answer...
~Ross indeed begins to piss, oblivious to the distant roar of jet engines. Ian starts pacing, nervously twitching the fingers on the hand not holding the cell phone.
Ian: Please don’t answer, please don’t answer, please don’t answer…
~ The zoom of an overhead commercial 747 distracts Ross, who looks up whilst still urinating. He is close enough to see the people inside the airplane at window seats, many of which are looking out at him. He zips up, while more air traffic controllers race over.
*Thad's voice-mail plays*
~ Unsure whether or not to leave a voice-mail, Ian neglects to hear the beep as Ross walks back up to him.
Ross: Sorry about that. Much better. All right, Ian, you can call Thad now.
Ian: Oh yeah, I’m uh...on the phone with him.
~Ian turns away from Ross and acts like he’s on a phone call with Thad.
Ian: Yeah, yeah. Hm...mhm? Yeah. Yeah, it’s no problem. But yeah, uh, your plane is missing. Huh? Oh yeah, no problem. Thank you. Call you later. Buh-bye.
~Ian hangs up his Iphone, powers it off before putting it in his jeans pocket, and turns to Ross with two thumbs up.
Ian: Yeah... I uh...let him know, Ross-man.
Ross: Well...looks like we're going on a road trip, Dreamboat. Good thing I held onto that advance money, huh?
Ian: Yeah, just no getting into chats with the cops. You drive, I talk to the cops if it gets to that point. And with your drive and...general self, it probably will.
~Ian heads toward Thad’s car. Ross looks up before entering the car, and seeing airport officials say "that's him" before opening the door.
Ross: That might be happening really soon if we don't bounce. I'm pretty sure half of a United Airlines flight just saw my penis.
Ian: Were they impressed?
Ross: We'll know if the plane turns around.
Ian: Well let’s floor it before we find out.
~The plane did not turn around~
The fans in the OCW Arena were READY! Second round MIX action was on the precipice. Their wrestling senses were about to be tickled, sending orgasmic waves along each nerd cultured censor that permeated the entire collection of bones, cell, organs, glands, and whatever else that makes up a fairly normal, slightly rotund human physique.
Ricky Rodriguez came out first. He sauntered his way down the ramp with more arrogance than a country club valet driver sneering at a guest’s dodge truck. Ricky’s eyes caught the gaze of an infatuated, middle aged woman. She might have been OK in her prime. But now? Not so much. A quick, firm LEFT SWIPE. Ricky leaned in, perhaps looking to give this woman the thrill of her life. She puckered up. Eyes closed. Dreams flashing. She was then met with a palm, pushing her away, followed by a laugh. The woman frowned, on the verge of tears. Ricky laughed, marching for the ring. The fans booed and tried to grab and hurt him...but security did its job. Rodriguez hopped onto the apron and flipped into the ring, hopping around on one foot, showing off for the extremely negative crowd.
Sebastian’s music hit and his dominating presence captivated the fans. The booing came to a brief pause. Awe gripping the throats of the previously irascible fans. Grey reached the area where the shunned woman once stood. She was now seated, depressed...her self image reeling. Grey looked at Ricky. Ricky leaned over the top rope, observing. Grey turned and offered to give the woman a signature. She perked up and handed him a generic OCW poster she received for coming to the show (OCW gives everyone a poster...MASTER MARKETING, BABY). Grey took the poster and asked for a pen. She handed him one...he tossed the pen over his shoulder and ripped the poster in half, throwing it back at her. The fans BOOOO’D! Ricky stumbled back, laughing. Grey flexed, challenging the angry fans yelling at him...they backed away. He headed for the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope and popping to his feet. He gave his partner a very manly high five.
The crowd POPPED. Not because they were HUGE Victor Malvado fans...but, because they were ready to see Grey and Rodriguez get their asses whipped. Victor stepped forth...he paused, taking in the positive reaction. A fairly unfamiliar situation. But, with pro wrestling in his blood, Malvado took the situation and ran with it...literally! He charged to the ring and slid in under the bottom rope, popping to his feet and trying to fire the fans up.
This was a mistake. Ricky and Grey pounced on him immediately. The fans were irate! They screamed, yelled, and boo’d!! Ricky and Grey pummeled Victor to the mat before stomping the life out of him with their feet.
Tara Fenix rushed from the back. HUGE POP. Grey and Ricky backed off Victor, bracing for Tara’s introduction. She leaped onto the apron and gripped the top rope. They were ready. They yelled at her to come on. She hesitated...it felt like a dangerous situation. Until...Victor rose from the dead and nailed both men with a low blow!!! They doubled over!! The crowd went wild!! Fenix leaped onto the top rope and springboarded off with a front drop kick...one foot for each man, sending them tumbling backwards, through the ropes and to the floor! The crowd went wild! A huge “TARA!” chant filled the OCW Arena, rising from the floor and reaching into the rafters.
Fenix helped Malvado up and into their corner. Grey, on his feet, outside, helped Ricky up. Rodriguez threw a few errant, wild punches...clearly still dazed. Once Bash got him settled...they glared into the ring with dangerous intent. Ricky slid in. Bash took the apron. Victor took the apron for his team, nursing his injuries. Tara and Ricky locked up as the bell rang.
Fenix and Ricky exchanged holds and reversals for awhile. Tara seemed to get the better of Ricky at each turn. Ricky grew increasingly frustrated. Eventually, he attempted an eye rake...but Scruff caught him. This break in momentum allowed Fenix a window to hit Fallen Phoenix (Codebreaker)!!! Ricky staggered into his corner...a fortunate turn of events. Bash slapped Ricky on the chest, tagging himself in. Fenix looked over at Victor, who was still feeling the effects of his earlier assault. She decided to test the strength of Bash.
Her quickness had Bash off balance from the get go. Grey was unable to corner her. He was unable to catch her. He eventually began to grow short of breath. His impacted wind made him sloppy as he walked into Genocide Kick (Superkick)!!! He fell into a corner. Fenix charged in and jumped up, looking to hit Bash with Fallen Phoenix...but he caught her and dropped her with a HUGE Spinebuster!!! The ring shook with impact.
Grey spent the next several minutes working Fenix over. His size and strength were on full display. The advantage Fenix had was lost. He wrenched her shoulders with arm locks. He ravaged her back with a bear hug followed by a belly-to-belly suplex. He nearly tore her in half with a camel clutch. Regardless, Tara would not give up. Bash pulled Tara to her feet and lunged forward, smashing her in the head with A Touch of Grey (Superman Punch)!!! Her body flew back, into a corner, the back of her head slamming into the middle buckle. Bash raised his fist high to a chorus of boos. Ricky clapped and cheered him on. He dragged Tara into the center of the ring and placed his foot atop her chest, flexing as Scruff made the count. 1! 2! 3..NO!!
The crowd went wild!! Tara was alive! Grey took a handful of multicolored hair and slung Tara to her feet and into the ropes. He went for a second Touch of Grey...but Tara jumped up, wrapped her legs around his arm and took him down with an arm bar!!! The fans were on their feet!! Grey was in trouble!! Tara was attempting to break his arm...or rip it out of socket...or both!! Ricky stomped the mat, reaching out for the tag.
Utilizing his superior size, reach, and strength...Bash managed to reach over and grab Tara by the hair...he pulled her up and slammed the back of her head into the mat! This, plus the previous trauma, left her dizzy. She released the hold. Grey got to his feet, holding his pained arm and tagged Ricky into the ring! The people BOO’d! Ricky hopped over the top rope and into the ring. Tara had her back to him, stumbling around. He stalked her...looking to grab her...as he got close, she threw a mule kick right into his groin!! A second groin shot!! Ricky dropped to his knee, grimacing. The fans laughed and cheered. Tara hurried over and tagged Victor in! Huge pop!
Ricky came to a stop. Victor jumped onto the top rope and springboarded forward...Ricky ducked...Victor took him over with a sunset flip! Ricky rolled through only to get monkey flipped over and into the center of the ring! Ricky arched his back in pain. Malvado was back on his feet...he hit the ropes. Ricky hurried to his feet...Malvado came off the ropes, jumped forward and took Ricky over with a hurricanrana!! He held onto Ricky’s legs for the pin! Scruff slid in!! 1! 2! 3..NO!
Grey entered the ring, not willing to risk losing without a fight on his part. Malvado rose up and gave Grey a big boot into his afflicted arm!! He clutched at the injured shoulder and fell through the ropes, to the outside! The fans were on their feet! Victor turned around...Ricky was on his feet..Victor threw him into the ropes...Ricky leaped up and springboarded backward, looking to hit Victor with To The Top (Springboard Cuter)!!! But Victor caught him and dropped him with a Backbreaker!!! Ricky was down...Victor headed for the corner.
At the top...Malvado looked down and jumped off for a Frogsplash!! Ricky kipped up!!! Immediately after reaching his feet, Ricky jumped into the air and caught Victor on the way down with TO THE TOP!!! The fans yelled, “OH SHIT!” Victor was out! Ricky rolled him over and hooked the leg. Scruff slid in! 1! 2! 3!!!! The bell rang.
Boos cascaded toward the ring. Ricky popped back to his feet, celebrating. He talked shit to Fenix. She stepped up and smacked Ricky in the face with kick! He stumbled back. She hopped into the ring and gave Ricky the Genocide Kick!!! He fell backwards, into the ropes. Grey reached up, pulling his partner from the ring and helping him to the back. Tara tended to Victor. The fans gave the duo a huge ovation for their efforts.
Match Time: 27:55
Winners: Ricky Rodriguez and Sebastian Grey
~We cut back to the OCW Studio~
Cheasy M: HUGE win for Grey and Rodriguez. I don’t know about you guys...but that match was good enough to have been the finals of this entire tournament...four legit competitors. A shame it had to happen in the Quarter-Finals...but, that’s the luck of the draw! Grey and Rodriguez will face Chris Madison and Brett Daniels in next week's Semi-Final MIX match!
~Cheasy nods, sympathetically~
Cheasy M: And a melancholic ‘so long’ to Tara Fenix and Victor Malvado...you guys were great. Thanks so much for taking part in...THE MIX!
~The camera cuts. Cheasy adjusts~
Cheasy M: Alright...I'm told we're going to cut to a special advertisement...paid for by a private organization.
~The following picture is seen~
~A female voice is heard~
Voice: Ciela Luiz is a futuristic talent who is a third generation superstar. Being from the future she knows what it takes to overcome adversity. Recently, OCW has given some push back in Ciela's efforts to be signed. All over social media the words are echoed.
"OCW IS NOT ACCEPTING APPLICATIONS"
Yet signing after signing happens. When is enough, enough? When will true talent be recognized? When is it that the future is brought home?
~The scene changes as we see TransAtlantic Champion, Betsy Granger holding a piece of paper. She looks at someone off camera~
Betsy: So you want me to read this paper word for word?
~The camera nods up and down. Betsy clears her throat and speaks in a monotoned, obviously "I was paid to say this" voice~
Betsy: Ciela Luiz is amazing in every single way. She deserves to be in OCW simply because she knows how to travel in style. Take it from a time traveler like me, OCW would be a better place if Ciela were here.
~The camera pans to show Ciela Luiz~
Ciela: Paid for by the Sign Ciela Luiz Coalition. Head over to our petition at chng.it/QHDc7gmhsF to sign the petition today!
~The scene fades as we cut back to Cheasy inside the OCW Studio. Cheasy is messing with his phone.~
Cheasy M: Oh! Hey, you just caught me signing the petition to get Ciela Luiz into OCW! Hey, anybody showing this much desire to sign with the company deserves a spot. Bring Ciela in!
~Cheasy puts his phone away~
Cheasy M: Ciela Luiz is a top, young talent...something no pro wrestling organization can survive without. Hopefully, she gets her shot. Alright...it's time to look at the updated rankings from this past week...so, let's see who moved up and who moved down!
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Cheasy M: Not a ton of movement...but some definite work being put in over the past week. Most notably from Thaddeus Duke and the Golden Age. Ian Dream jumped Betsy Granger, TIO, AND Crash as a result of his efforts.
~Cheasy continues to run down the standings~
Cheasy M: Meanwhile, Thad continues to make up ground on the top five. It won't be long before he begins passing the higher names on this list. The man is a workhorse.
~He turns to the lower portion of the list~
Cheasy M: And, it's good to see Matt Knox and Ross Hanson debut on the list. Also, Chris Spade with a nice move up the list. The newly signed talent already making an impact!
~Cheasy faces the camera~
Cheasy M: Dissatisfied with your placement? No need to worry! Segments, promos, CD pieces, newswire items, show reviews...you get out what you put in! Is, has, and will forever be the case right here in OCW!
~The rankings vanish. Cheasy changes his tone~
Cheasy M: And now...it's time for our final Mix match of the evening. This one will close out the second round...giving us the fourth and final team heading into the Semi-Finals...where they will face the team of Dolly Waters and Hector Malvado. Who will it be? Let's find out!
Is it REALLY that time? Yes. The MAIN EVENT of the MIX is here. A match the WORLD has been waiting for...and most of Greece. So, let’s get to it!
Out first we received the mouth and ignorance of LC Pinkston. Feeling very confident over the fact he performed one move...LC strutted to the ring with the swagger of a 20 year veteran. Reaching the ring, he talked shit to anybody within shouting distance before rushing up the steps and entering the ring. LC was READY.
Bam was next. The complete counter to his partner...Miller’s focus was unwavering. He hit the ring and gave LC a pat on the shoulder before marching around, exuding the nervous, eager energy that has helped him carve out an impressive in-ring career, thus far.
Atara’s music hit. But, there was no Themis. The Greek Goddess was...missing. LC and Bam looked at one another...perhaps wondering if THE MARGARITAS got to another contestant. Her music stopped.
Miss Fury’s theme began and she, unlike her partner, powered down the ramp and toward the ring. A look of concern could be glimpsed every once in awhile. Fury trying to remain stoic...but it was obvious there was doubt as to whether or not she’d have help on this evening.
Fury hit the ring and stood in her team’s corner...her partner absent.
The bell rang. Pinkston laughed and told Bam, “I got this!” Bam was like, “Okay, sure. Get you some.” Pinkston hopped around...he rotated his arms...he cracked his neck...he charged at Fury...but she got her feet up, kicking Pinkston in the face!!! LC stumbled around, holding his mouth in pain. Miss Fury fired out and took LC down with a clothesline!! LC hit the mat, hard. Fury dropped to her knees and began pummeling LC with right hands...the fans, always happy to cheer an underdog, gave Fury a strong ovation for her willingness to fight her way out of a corner.
Pinkston shoved Fury off of him and tried to crawl for Bam...inches from Miller’s hand...LC was stopped. Fury had his feet. He reached out and yelled...but Fury dragged him back into the center of the ring as he clawed and slapped at the mat, desperately trying to get away. Fury spent the next several minutes helping acclimatize LC Pinkston to the downside of pro wrestling.
She worked LC’s back over. It worked, as evidenced by LC reaching for his back, wincing in pain. Seeing LC wearing down, Fury hooked in a Camel Clutch!! Center of the ring! LC had nowhere to go. Bam yelled, “DON’T TAP!” LC, far from used to this kind of torture, seemed close to saying ‘fuck it’.
Miss Fury wrenched and pulled...she could feel a tap coming. Scruff hopped around, asking LC if he wanted to give it up. Eventually, he got in a position where he couldn’t see LC’s face...so, Miss Fury began to dig her nails into Pinkston’s face. LC yelled out, “FUCKING HELL!” Scruff rushed over...Fury stopped. Bam yelled, “Do your job, Ref!” Scruff turned...Fury dug her nails in again. LC screamed, “YOU’RE GOING ON THE LIST!” He rose up and snapmared Miss Fury over, onto the mat!! Fury hit hard!
LC stumbled, holding his eyes, checking to see if they were still there AND functional. Bam looked on in amazement. LC, with one eye barely opened, looked back at his partner. Bam, “Nice move, LC!” It suddenly hit Pinkston...he performed a NEW MOVE! He began to celebrate.
The celebration was short lived. Miss Fury popped back up, annoyed. LC was like, “OH SHIT.” He sprinted forward and tagged Miller into the match.
Fury and Miller competed back and forth for quite some time. Despite Bam’s freshness, the fire within Miss Fury was hard to overcome. If it hadn’t been made clear at the outset, Miss Fury showed up to win.
The match built toward a crescendo. Fury and Miller were intent on battling it out until the end while LC remained on the apron, watching.
Fury threw JUDAS EFFECT at Miller! But Miller ducked! Fury turned around and got hit with a Knee Trigger!!! Fury stumbled into the ropes, dazed. Bam kicked her in the gut and grabbed her head, looking to hit Miller Time!! But, Fury shoved him away! Bam turned around and got blasted with HEARTS AND FLOWERS! His body thrashed backwards, into his team’s corner...his head hitting LC on the hand. Scruff signaled that a tag had been made. Bam’s body slumped to the ground.
Pinkston looked around, nervous and confused. Miss Fury headed his way.
LC climbed to the top turnbuckle to get away from Miss Fury. She reached for his legs...he kicked at her...she tried to punch him in the dick...but he turned his back to her. Frustrated, Miss Fury climbed to the middle buckle, trying to get a better grasp. Bam’s eyes opened. Fury’s crotch was in his face. At first he smiled...but then he realized he was in the throes of COMBAT. So, he stood up and grabbed Miss Fury, tossing her to the mat with a makeshift powerbomb. Fury hit hard. The impact shook the ring and the ropes. LC was losing his balance.
Bam yelled, “JUMP!” LC started to fall back...so he jumped and, somehow, flipped over with a pretty shitty moonsault, landing on top of Miss Fury!! Scruff slid in with the count. 1! 2! 3!!!! The bell rang.
Miller helped LC up. Pinkston, like a trauma victim, was dazed AND confused. Bam explained to him what happened. “Two moves, LC! You did TWO moves tonight!” LC held up two fingers...Bam nodded and raised his hand. LC forced a confused smile.
Match Time: 18:10
Winners: Bam Miller & LC Pinkston
~We cut back to Cheasy~
Cheasy M: Tough night for Miss Fury. Handicap matches are no fun, from what I’ve witnessed. But, a big win for what is quickly becoming OCW’s most entertaining tag team. However…
~We start to cut to more footage~
Cheasy M: Bam and LC’s night wasn’t over.
~We cut to a more ‘live’ style version of events. LC and Bam are in the ring...Miller holding LC’s hand high. Miss Fury rolls out of the ring~
Cheasy M: Basking in the glow of victory. Their light would suddenly go out.
~And the lights go out. Bam and LC are consumed by darkness. Fans scream and yell...scared of what terror lies within the dark abyss. And, just like that...the lights suddenly returned. A giant figure stood over Bam and LC, gripping them by their throats~
Cheasy M: It’s Supreme Machine! Former OCW Savage Champion! The undefeated MONSTER!
~SuMa hoisted both men up and threw them down, into the mat with tremendous force. The fans, at first stunned, began to chant “SuMa! SuMa!” The menacing figure stood over the two victorious MIX competitors~
Cheasy M: The last time we saw SuMa, he was defeating Mack O’Connor in a Boiler Room Brawl at Hood Rich!
~Breathing heavily, SuMA clinches his fists and and slowly turns, staring into the lens. We cut away...to a graphic~
Cheasy M: It’s official! Supreme Machine is BACK in OCW! Holy smokes!
~Cheasy shakes his head, shocked by what he’s seen~
Cheasy M: No wrestler has ever been more dominant than Supreme Machine was back in 2015. I’m told, SuMA has continued that dominance within pro wrestling and now, obviously, looks to further his legacy here in OCW. Will he go after the Savage Championship? How are Bam Miller and LC Pinkston going to react? Should BRIM and Thaddeus Duke be looking over their shoulders at Under the Lights? So many questions!
~Cheasy deadpans~
Cheasy M: All of which will be answered...in the coming weeks, I’m sure.
~We’re disappointed. But not TOO disappointed. SuMa is back...which is cause for major celebration. Cheasy shifts, the camera cuts~
Cheasy M: What a night! The Mix has gotten to the Semi-Finals with four amazing teams! We’re closer than ever to finding out who faces the tag champs for the belts! I’m telling ya… so many exciting things are happening in OCW, you never know what’s going to come next!
~The view switches to another shot as Cheasy turns, expecting it. He’s becoming a real pro at this.~
Cheasy M: Thanks for joining us for another episode of Wednesday Night Piledriver! I’m your host, Cheasy M…
~Suddenly, there’s a scream from nearby, apparently from one of the producers watching from the sidelines.~
Woman’s Voice: He’s got a child!!!
~Cheasy M looks around, trying to figure out what’s going on. He looks straight up, then gasps. He looks back at the camera, waving his arms upwards to get them to redirect the shot. Not an easy task with such a large camera, but the cameraman manages it, showing us the rafters above the OCW Studio set. Up above, bouncing Lilly Thomas on his knee, is none other than Peter “The Janitor” Vaughn!!~
Peter Vaughn: “Five little ducks went shopping one day… Saw fun things and walked away… Mother duck said “Quack, quack, quack, quack”... but only four little ducks came back…”
~Lilly appears to be giggling, not realizing the potential danger she’s in. Vaughn is bouncing her right over the edge of the small platform he’s sitting on, above a very painful drop.~
Voice: Someone call DiVersity!!
Voice #2: Don’t do it, Vaughn!!
Beth: Oh no. Please!!
Cheasy M: Can I interview him from here? Peter? Hey, Peter!
~A door can be heard swinging open, and suddenly Jonathan Barrows is there, running into the room.~
Jonathan Barrows: What the hell is going… PETER!!
Cheasy M: Jonathan, Cheasy M here for OCW, do you know what’s going on? What’s Peter Vaughn thinking?
Jonathan Barrows: Peter!! Just come down!! PETER!!
~Vaughn shows no sign of reacting to all of the commotion, still singing his nursery rhyme to the child.~
Peter Vaughn: “Four little ducks went shopping one day… Saw fun things and walked away… Mother duck said “Quack, quack, quack, quack”… but only three little ducks came back…”
~There’s the added sound of commotion, and a different camera angle is shown. We see Dylan & Lissandra Thomas pushing their way in, realizing what’s happening. Dylan goes to grab Jonathan, but sees where he’s staring and looks up as well.~
Lissandra Thomas: Oh my god!! No!
~Lissandra and Dylan then find Beth who is mortified!~
Beth: I’m so sorry Lissie!!
Lissandra Thomas: This isn’t your fault, Bethany...
Dylan Thomas: LILLY!!! Daddy’s coming. Dammit Vaughn, I swear if you hurt her…….
Peter Vaughn: “Three little ducks went shopping one day… Saw fun things and walked away… Mother duck said “Quack, quack, quack, quack”… but only two little ducks came back…”
Dylan Thomas: Cheasy! HOW DO I GET UP THERE?? Dammit Barrows….
Jonathan Barrows: I didn’t know this was going to happen!! PETER!!! STOP THIS!!
Cheasy M: There’s a ladder over there I think…
~Dylan runs off, climbing quickly up the ladder to get up into the rafters. Lissandra follows, terrified of what’s happening with her child. Vaughn still hasn’t registered hearing anyone else, as he’s still bouncing Lilly over the edge.~
Peter Vaughn: “Two little ducks went shopping one day… Saw fun things and walked away… Mother duck said “Quack, quack, quack, quack”... but only one little duck came back…”
~Barrows and Cheasy M are still anxiously watching from the floor below. Barrows gets on his phone, calling someone, but it’s doubtful anyone else can arrive in time. Dylan makes his way carefully towards Vaughn, raising his arms cautiously.~
Dylan Thomas: Peter… please! Not this! You don’t want to do this… just hand me Lilly, she’s done nothing to you…Let me have my daughter! PLEASE!
Peter Vaughn: … She means a lot to you, doesn’t she?
Dylan Thomas: Of course she does! Please Vaughn….I know you want people to give you recognition. But damnit…. Not this way!
Peter Vaughn: She’s precious to you… a precious little thing…
Dylan Thomas: Yes! Please… Peter… You don’t want to do this!
Peter Vaughn: Just like my Outsiders Hall of Fame plaque… precious… a true achievement… gone forever, now, isn’t it? Along with the other awards I deserved… I earned…
Lissandra Thomas: Peter!! Please, PLEASE! Put her down!! My baby!
~Vaughn slowly stands himself up. Lilly is smiling, having not been harmed in any way. She looks over at Dylan & Lissandra, her smile fading at the distraught faces on both of them.~
Peter Vaughn: “One little duck went shopping one day…”
Dylan Thomas: Peter…. please….You’ve made your point loud and clear. Just give us Lilly and we can all walk away from this, man.
Peter Vaughn: “Saw fun things and walked away…”
Lissandra Thomas: Don’t… Not this… Just give me my baby! Please! I’M BEGGING YOU!
Peter Vaughn: “Mother duck said, “Quack Quack Quack QUACK…”
~Vaughn takes a step to the edge of the rafters, holding Lilly up.~
Dylan Thomas: No...!!
Peter Vaughn: “But none of the five little ducks… came back…”
~Vaughn suddenly pulls Lilly back in, holding her on his shoulder, eliciting a small sigh from Dylan. But Vaughn then takes that final step, jumping off the edge of the platform with Lilly in tow!!
Dylan & Lissandra Thomas: LILLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
~As they start to fall towards the ground below, Vaughn & Lilly’s drop is brought to a rapid stop, thanks to Dylan grabbing Vaughn’s arm!! He hangs on desperately, almost going over himself, as Vaughn dangles Lilly in his other arm. Below, we can see a few people positioning themselves, including Cheasy M and Barrows, possibly thinking they can catch the young girl.~
Dylan Thomas: Oh no! You’re not getting away that easily! Nggghhh! Peter, help me out, damn it!! I can’t hold you!!
Lissandra Thomas: Please!! Hand me Lilly!!! PLEASE!!!
~Lissandra is stretching out desperately from Dylan’s side, reaching downwards, as Vaughn looks up at them. He smiles, despite his precarious position. Slowly he lifts a now-frightened Lilly upwards, allowing Lissandra to grab hold of her.~
Peter Vaughn: The sins of the father… and the mother…
~Lissandra pulls Lilly up, embracing her, as Dylan glances their way, breathing a sigh of relief.~
Lissandra Thomas: Oh! Thank God! Oh! Thank God! Mommy’s here now Lilly…..
~Lissandra kisses Lilly, embracing her in a huge hug, again
Peter Vaughn: … Payment is due…. Heel… of the Month…
~Vaughn turns himself, lifting up on Dylan’s arm, throwing Dylan off-balance. Vaughn manages to kick at the platform, pulling himself further over… and yanking Dylan off the platform as well!! Lissandra screams as Dylan and Vaughn fall off the platform, with Vaughn twisting them around in mid-air on the way down, sending BOTH MEN crashing through the desk in the center of the OCW Studios!!!! Neither man is moving as people rush in, checking on them both. It’s hard to tell who got the worst of that landing, but you can’t say either one was really cushioned by the fall. The camera shot shows us Lissandra cradling Lilly as she looks over the edge. Another camera shot gives us Cheasy M as he turns to the camera, looking frazzled.~
Cheasy M: That’s… that’s our show! Good night!
~Cheasy tries a smile, then turns back to where the medics are there, working on both men.~
~Scene opens up at the local hospital for the OCW Stars. We see once again Xavier Lux working on rehabilitating his back, doing some drills on some handrails that he deems mundane but are needed so he gets cleared on time for his next title defense. A nurse walks up to him, interrupting his flow. ~
Nurse: Sorry to bother you Xavier, but you have a visitor.
~Xavier looks up and smiles.~
Xavier Lux: Finally someone had the guts to step up to the champ.
~Xavier works his way to the end of the rails where the nurse has a wheelchair waiting for him. He sits on it carefully and then adjust the plate on his torso, which is only on his back now, having been upgraded. The nurse takes him towards his room and the scene switches to the waiting room area. There is only one person there, a man, with his leg crossed over his other one, reading a newspaper and clearly smoking. ~
Nurse: Excuse me sir there is no smoking allowed in this or any hospital for that matter.
Man: Yeah, I know.
~He puts down the newspaper and we see that the man is none other than Xavier’s opponent at Under The Lights, Outcast! Xavier doesn’t move from his chair and simply smirks. ~
Xavier Lux: You know, I was hoping it was someone else that would come visit me… But when I think about it, it makes sense that the only one with guts to do it, would be you.
Outcast: You had to know it would be Xavier, you know I fear nothing and no one. All I’ve seen, all I’ve done, and all that has been done to me… what do I have left to fear?
Nurse: Let me call security, we can have this man removed…
Xavier Lux: It’s fine nurse, I can take it from here. Please go.
~The nurse takes another look at Outcast and then reluctantly agrees; Xavier is left alone with Outcast who tosses the paper to the side and leans in. ~
Outcast: You don’t look so good champ.
Xavier Lux: Look who’s talking.
Outcast: Yeah, I’ve seen better days, but I’ve also seen worse ones.
Xavier Lux: Too bad all your better days are behind you, nothing good awaits you, specially at Under the Lights.
Outcast: Yeah, so you keep telling me. But something is coming to an end at Under the Lights, my streak of losing the big one, or my life. Either way, I don’t have to worry about it after September sixth.
Xavier Lux: So is that why you are here Outcast? To tell me how it is all going to end?
~Outcast stands and slowly walks over to Xavier. Outcast looks the champion up and down and shakes his head.~
Outcast: I just wanted to see you for myself, wanted to make sure that you would be able to make it to Under the Lights. I don’t want the OCW championship handed to me because you aren’t physically able to compete. No, I want to break you physically and mentally and take it from you.
~Xavier moves the footrest of his wheelchair out of the way and then gets to his feet slowly. He then throws his arms to the side. ~
Xavier Lux: Well here I am Outcast, what’s stopping you from trying to take it now?
~Outcast smiles and says, “ rest up champ” as he turns and begins to walk away, taking a drag from his cigarette. Xavier grits his teeth as he watches Outcast walk away and feels disrespected by his actions. ~
Xavier Lux: I knew you didn’t have it in you anymore, old timer.
~Outcast turns back to face Xavier and flips the cigarette at Xavier’s face. While Xavier is blinded Outcast charges him, placing his shoulder into Xavier’s stomach, lifting Xavier up and driving him back into a vending machine. Xavier’s torso plate aids in breaking through the glass as he slams into the chips and candy. Xavier seethes in pain as the plate protected him, but only so much. He instantly fights back however, slamming double axe handle blows across Outcast’s back repeatedly. Outcast backs away and Xavier lands on his feet. The two men lock eyes and charge at each other and meet with fists. Xavier is able to get the upper hand and grabs Outcast throwing him into the broken vending machine. Outcast falls to a knee after hitting the machine. Xavier grabs Outcast by the head to lift him up, but as Outcast turns around, he has a piece of broken glass in his hand and slices Xavier across his already injured torso. Xavier grabs himself and staggers back, Outcast tosses the glass down and grabs Xavier by the ears and then headbutts Xavier in the nose knocking Xavier loopy. Outcast throws Xavier back into his wheelchair. ~
Outcast: Let’s go for a little ride!
~ Outcast grabs the wheelchair and begins wheeling Xavier out of the visitors area quick as nurses are rushing over, with one of them yelling at someone at the desk to call security. Outcast is able to get to the freight elevator before anyone can stop them, Xavier starts to come around but Outcast pummels him on his head to keep him on the chair as the elevator’s door close and they head down to the parking lot level. Our view changes to that of the lot where all the hospital vehicles are parked. Outcast looks around and finds what he is looking for, an ambulance ready to go out. He opens the back doors and grabs Xavier by his head, lifting him up and tossing him inside, leaving the wheelchair behind. He closes both doors and then quickly runs over to the driver side where two EMTs are talking. Before they can react, Outcast nails one with a right jab, sending him into the other EMT. He then quickly gets in the ambulance and the other EMT tries to stop him but Outcast simply kicks him off. He closes the door, puts the ambulance which was already on in drive and peels out of the parking lot. We see security as well as some local police officers arrive but are too late. They quickly head for their vehicles to pursuit the ambulance as the scene fades to black.~