Wednesday, August 25th, 2021
Taped from the OCW Studio
Episode #15
~We cut backstage, where Edward Jones is currently waiting next to a slightly agitated Jonathan Barrows. The wrestler formerly known as "Pryde" is trying to stay composed, even as he thinks about what happened last Wednesday.~
Jones: Hi, everyone! I'm here with Jonathan "Pryde" Barrows, an OCW legend, to get to the hard-hitting truth that every journalist strives for. Are you ready to answer the tough questions, Mr. Barrows?
Barrows: Tough questions? From you, Jones? I look forward to seeing if you've improved your game or not, good sir.
~The challenge being thrown down, Jones prepares himself and leaps into the interview.~
Jones: Let's talk about the #1 issue that everyone's talking about at the moment! The one thing that everyone wants an answer to! I want the truth from you, Mr. Barrows, and only the truth!
Barrows: ... Okay, Jones, let's talk about it. Last week...
Jones: WHEN are you going to start wrestling again for OCW??
Barrows: I... what?
Jones: C'mon, Barrows. Everyone wants to see another Hall of Famer signed up to wrestle inside an OCW ring again! Sure, OCW's not taking applications, but you've been here long enough that surely you've got the ability to arrange for a contract!
Barrows: I... I'm retired, Jones, you know that. I'm a businessman now.
Jones: But don't you get the urge to compete? Wanting that thrill of victory? Putting that undefeated record of Pryde on the line??
Barrows: ... Seriously, this isn't a joke? THIS is what you wanted to talk to me about? I... was pretty sure where this was going, and now...
~Barrows shakes his head, preparing to answer the question about his wrestling career once again. As soon as Barrows starts to speak again, though, Jones interrupts him.~
Jones: Has Peter Vaughn gone insane?!?!
~Barrows, shocked, looks back at Jones, who seems proud of himself at trying a "dirty trick" of true journalists. Always keep 'em guessing.~
Barrows: No... I mean, I don't think he qualifies as "insane"... but...
Jones: He climbed up on the platform above the OCW Studio!
Barrows: Yes, that's true, but...
Jones: HE TOOK A CHILD UP THERE!!
Barrows: Okay, so Vaughn wasn't quite in his right m-
Jones: HE ALMOST KILLED DYLAN THOMAS!!
Barrows: WOULD YOU STOP YELLING AT ME?!?!?
~Jones stumbles back, as if having been punched. Barrows takes a deep breath, composing himself, before beginning again.~
Barrows: Look, Peter was going through a tough time in his life. His father just passed away. He had some... issues with other members of his family. He was very upset at the unprovoked attack that cost him his Outsiders Hall of Fame plaque. I'm sure he wishes what happened last week could have been avoided...
Jones: True, a lot was going on, but can that be used to justify putting Lilly Thomas in harm's way? Do you think there will be legal ramifications?
Barrows: Well, I know some people are still looking into that, but as you know, OCW contracts are written very broadly to help avoid lawsuits and criminal issues when events take place during shows.
~Jones looks at Barrows for a second with confusion.~
Jones: Are you saying that Vaughn's actions are COVERED in his contract?
Barrows: How many people have died on OCW television, Jones? And how many people have gone to prison because of it?
Jones: You make a good point...
Barrows: Still, I'm very thankful that Lilly Thomas has been given a clean bill of health. Maybe now her family will remember that a wrestling organization is no place to bring a child.
Jones: So what is Peter Vaughn's current condition?
~Barrows takes a second to answer this one.~
Barrows: Vaughn has been... resting comfortably in a private medical facility. His physical injuries, while significant, should not hinder him at Under The Lights, and his mind is... better. I expect he'll be at least 90% by the time of the PPV, when he goes on to defend his OCW Craze Championship against Thomas. Odds are that Vaughn will still be in Thomas' head by that time, which should give him the advantage needed to put Thomas down for good.
Jones: For good as in... murdered??
Barrows: Not everything is about murder. Sometimes when you get defeated badly enough, you'll just know it's time to hang up the fashionable trunks. I've got to go, Jones, I need to meet with the OCW legal team.
~Barrows starts off, then looks back at Jones.~
Barrows: Y'know, you've come a long way, Jones. Strong questions. I'm impressed.
~Jones grins, pleased by the compliment, which is probably what Barrows was going for. He walks off, with Jones nodding to the camera to cut the feed. We fade into the OCW Studio with the Piledriver backdrop. The groovy tune plays with Cheasy nodding his head, beating his pencil against the desk~
Cheasy M: Hello again everyone and welcome back to another episode of the award winning pro wrestling program...PILEDRIVER. Which award did it win? That's a secret!
~Cheasy chuckles. The view zooms in a bit as it's time to get a little serious~
Cheasy M: As you just saw, an update on Peter Vaughn. Last week, the live portion of this broadcast ended with a terrible crash involving Vaughn and Thomas. Well, I'm happy to report...as you just saw and from the Thomas camp ealier this week that both men, while damaged, are far from broken. Both are expected to compete at Under the Lights.
~Cheasy takes a moment to reflect~
Cheasy M: It's never ideal when a situation involving the safety of a child takes place. Luckily, all parties are okay and, hopefully, Lilly Thomas will have no recollection of the events which transpired one week ago. The same, however, can't be said for her father. I'd expect Dylan to come out like a house on fire against Peter Vaughn...you don't mess with another man's family.
~And the camera cuts. Cheasy adjusts~
Cheasy M: And now...on to what's new in OCW! The news broke shortly after last week's MIX matches that former OCW star, successful author, and smartest man in the room Bradley Carrington had re-signed with the company. And that is, indeed, a fact!
Cheasy M: The Professor came close to capturing OCW gold his first run in the company. The man has main event potential and could rise to the top of the promotion sooner, rather than later. OCW just got better with this signing.
~The graphic disappears and the camera cuts. Cheasy adjusts~
Cheasy M: Also, tonight we'll feature the two Semi-Final MIX matches. We'll have an exclusive interview with one of OCW's newest signings, pro wrestling legend Matthew 'The Raven' Knox...and we'll hear from several stars as they gear up for Under the Lights...less than two weeks away!
~Another graphic appears~
Cheasy M: But first...let's take a look at the biggest signing OCW has secured to date.
Cheasy M: Supreme Machine made his shocking return last week, laying LC Pinkston and Bam Miller out after their hard fought Mix victory. We last saw SuMA in 2015 when he was bulldozing the competition en route to an undefeated record, an Oh Shit! contract, and a Savage Title reign. He's a monster among men. He has an unblemished resume. He is, Supreme Machine.
~The broadcast is interrupted by static, which then turns into a black screen and we hear a deep, growling voice speak. The voice of Supreme Machine~
SuMa: Last week… Two men were laid waste in our path. And ever since a question has circulated on the lips of those who were there… and those who watched. Who are we. Let us tell you…
~A date appears on the screen. February 28th 2015~
SuMa: We arrived in OCW early in 2015. And after just a handful of victorious matches, we were given an opportunity to stake a claim in the annals of OCW’s history… at Revenge…
~The logo for OCW Revenge appears on the screen below the aforementioned date, quickly fading into footage straight out of the archives, the closing moments of the Oh Shit! Contract match that was contested that night~
~Rhodes reaches down, grabbing SuMa’s icy hair...SuMa, feeling the grasp, reaches up and clutches Ricky’s throat, sitting up. Ricky, though, knees SuMa in the head!! SuMa releases his grip. Rhodes looks around frantically, spotting the chair near the cracked window. He grabs it as SuMa is on his feet. Rhodes runs at him, leaps into the air and drills SuMa in the head with the chair. SuMa staggers back...Rhodes hits him again and again before tossing the chair aside. He then kicks SuMa in the groin, SuMa bends over. Rhodes grabs his head for the VIP Treatment!! He runs towards the nearest ledge and kicks off it, flipping into the air...SuMa catches him in the air, preventing him from flipping over!! Rhodes is suddenly sitting on SuMa’s shoulders for an Electric Chair...SuMa, though, in a seamless, fluid motion turns him downward with a Cradle Piledriver!!! The crowd reacts towards the devastating maneuver...SuMa goes for the pin as Puff makes the count~
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3!!!!
Belvedere: Here is your winner...and the current holder of the Oh Shit Contract...SUPREME MACHINE!!!!!
Smith: He did it!! Wow...what a match...I just knew Rhodes was going to hit his third VIP Treatment and walk away victorious.
Hood: Fuck, these Oh Shit matches really know how to put the pressure on everyone else, don’t they?
Smith: It’s just a testament to the talent and...would you look at that, we ended the match with one degree remaining until we hit zero.
Hood: Well that’s pretty fuckin weak...can we just continue it for another minute, that way we can hit zero?
Smith: No
Hood: Killjoy
~Puff opens the sealed door as several OCW medics rush in, tending to both men. SuMa shoves them away, exiting the icebox. Rhodes, however, is unconscious and shivering uncontrollably. Heated blankets are placed around him as he’s carried out of the icebox, back into a warmer climate for recovery~
Smith: Amazing encounter...both Ricky Rhodes and Supreme Machine are here to stay, OCW fans. I could see either one wearing THE gold one day.
Hood: THE gold? Like a crown or a giant ring?
Smith: No, the OCW Title you moron.
Hood: Oh, yea...well, ya know, if fucking Lopaka is in the main event then, sure, Supreme Machine and Ricky Rhodes definitely have a chance.
~We fade to a view of SuMa himself, standing in a dimly lit room with his head hung low. He stands there barechested, the light flickering off his skin and the intricate web of scars that cover every inch of his body. He stares at the camera from under his brows, only a pair of cold, coal-like eyes can be seen from behind a greasy mane of hair.~
SuMa: That was only the beginning… We went from victory to victory on every Massacre between Revenge and the next PPV… Code of Silence. After our victory for the Oh Shit! Contract… every champion in OCW was on their toes, looking over their shoulders and terrified we might show up at any moment… It was a glorious hunt… We stalked our prey… made them uncomfortable… But we never stated who we were after of when we would strike. Then the day came… That we stamped our mark atop the division we were born to rule… claimed the prize that was ours by birthright. The OCW Savage title. Danny B never knew what hit him...
~The logo for OCW Code of Silence and the date March 29th 2015 appear on the screen, quickly fading out to show the closing moments of the show, after the Psychopathic Hell in a Cell match between the then-OCW champion Chad Vargas and the Savage champion Danny B had concluded.~
~ “Warheart” by Children of Bodom fires up as the La Scala crowd rises with shock and excitement. Supreme Machine bursts through the doors with his ‘Oh Shit’ Contract in his right hand. He marches down to the ring as Mack turns around, staring with wide eyes, having not expected SuMa~
Smith: It’s Supreme Machine! He’s alive!
Hood: It’s alive...IT’S ALIVE!!!
Smith: Who is he going to go after? Chad or Danny? Both are incredibly weak and exhausted
Hood: Maybe it’s a swerve, maybe he’s going to pin Mack for ownership of a local pub
Smith: I doubt that
~SuMa reaches the cell and he kicks the door open, nearly breaking it from the hinges. He steps up onto the apron and over the top rope. Mack turns around and looks up at the monster known as Supreme Machine...he goes to hit him with a lead pipe as the La Scala crowd is in a frenzy. SuMa grabs the pipe and he bends it before hurling it out of the ring. He then grabs Mack by the throat, lifts him up and chokeslams him over the steel ring post and into the steel stairs!! Mack’s back nearly breaks in half as he’s left, unconscious on the outside. Meanwhile, Vargas slithers underneath the ropes and he crawls under the ring...SuMa then looks down at Danny B, who has yet to move since being assaulted by Mack~
Smith: He just laid waste to Mack O’Connor and now he’s got his sights set on The Ripper, apparently
Hood: That guy is a fucking BEAST
Smith: Indeed!
~SuMa drops his Oh Shit contract on top of Danny B as Belvedere quickly makes an announcement~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen...Supreme Machine is CASHING IN his Oh Shit Contract for the OCW Savage Championship!! That match starts NOW!
~The bell rings as SuMa reaches down and grabs Danny by his blood stained hair. Danny throws a few punches into SuMa’s face, instinctively, but there’s nothing behind them. SuMa lifts Danny into an Electric Chair before dropping him with an inverted package piledriver..he hooks Danny as Scruff makes the count...the crowd counts along~
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3!!!!
Belvedere: Here is your winner...AND THE NEW OCW SAVAGE CHAMPION...SUPREME MACHINE!!!!!
~SuMa steps over the top rope and he exits the ring as we see Chad poking his head out from under the apron. SuMa’s giant boot is right in front of his face, he darts back underneath the ring as SuMa exits the cell, grabs his Savage Title and makes his way up the aisle~
Smith: What a night! What a moment!! Supreme Machine has made his mark...he is a force to be reckoned with!
Hood: And Danny B...a man with everything an inch from his hands...only to lose it all in a matter of minutes.
Smith: The highs and lows of OCW
Hood: Fucking harsh, bro
Smith: That’s all we have time for tonight, folks...we’ll see you next time!!
~Code of Silence comes to an end with one final shot of Supreme Machine heading out of La Scala with the Savage Title. We fade to black~
~We are brought back to the room with SuMa, who hasn’t moved a muscle. But when he speaks, you can hear a tinge of malicious joy in his voice.~
SuMa: After that we continued where we left off.... On the route we crushed PerZag and claimed his self-made “Worthy” championship from his unconscious body. Week after week we laid waste to anyone who was put on our path… until it was time to defend our Savage title… against Mack O’Connor at Hood Rich…
~As before the logo for OCW Hood Rich, and it’s date, April 26th, 2015 flash to the screen before we fade into the closing moments of the Boiler Room Brawl between SuMa and O’Connor~
~Mack hooks both arms...SuMa leans in and he BITES the gash in Mack’s head!! Mack screams out, more high pitched than usual, displaying the nerve ending that are being wrecked by SuMa’s actions. He releases SuMa. SuMa staggers back and lands on his feet, off the crate. Mack turns his back to SuMa, placing both hands atop his head, keeping blood from rushing out. SuMa lifts Mack top his shoulders in the Electric Chair. Mack’s arms wave as a flow of blood rushes down the front of his face. SuMa yanks him down and drills him, again, with a Package Piledriver into the concrete!! Mack is out. SuMa covers him, hooking both legs. Gruff slides in~
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3!!!!
~The bell rings as SuMa sits up. He climbs to his feet and allows Gruff to raise his hand~
Belvedere: Here is your winner...AND STILL THE OCW SAVAGE CHAMPION...SUPREME MACHINE!!!!!
~SuMa exits the Boiler Room as Gruff pulls out some medical materials he had stashed away and tends to the gash in Mack’s head. Other paramedics burst through the door as SuMa has left. They tend to a gushing Mack O’Connor~
Smith: Maybe the bloodiest match we’ve ever witnessed.
Hood: Yea, that’s what happens when you keep slamming people’s heads into concrete
Smith: Indeed!
Hood: And now...now...NOW they have SOLD OUT of FRIED TWINKIES!
Smith: Sorry, Hood
Hood: My life is RUINED
Smith: They have Fried Snickers?
Hood: Really? That’s a thing?
Smith: Mmmhhmmm
Hood: Hell yea! I’ll be right back!
Smith: Folks, while my colleague slowly eats himself to death...allow me to state the obvious. Supreme Machine is the most dominant force I’ve ever seen in OCW. That match was unlike anything I’ve ever witnessed. He continues to, not just defeat, but destroy every adversary placed in front of him. If OCW lasts much longer, I wouldn’t be surprised to see Supreme Machine as OCW Champion very, very soon.
~The footage fades out and we see SuMa again
SuMa: That was the last time we stepped into an OCW ring… the company folded not long after, and we went on a different path. We laid dormant for a few years, rueing the lack of prey worth hunting… until a year ago we arose again… We returned to the spotlight and picked up right where we left off. But one thing still nagged us… And when we heard that OCW had returned… We knew it was just a matter of time when we would come here to claim that which we never lost… the OCW Savage title.
~The man whips his head up in a violent motion, the greasy mane getting flipped out of his face and we see the old leather mask that covers his features. SuMa stares at the camera and cocks his head slowly to the side.~
SuMa: Last week we returned. And that was just the beginning. Every week we will break someone until we get what we deserve… a match for the Savage title. All the blood that will be spilled until we get what is ours… is on the hands of those who’d seek to hold us back. We have returned to OCW… and until the Savage title is in our possession once again… There will be BLOOD.
~With the monster staring at the camera, the view fades to black. We cut back to the OCW Studio and Cheasy~
Cheasy M: Absolute domination. Ricky Rhodes, Danny B, and Mack O’Connor...among others! No matter the name. No matter the talent...nothing could get in Supreme Machine’s way. And now, he’s back...looking to make an impact. SuMa WILL be at Under the Lights and, from the sounds of things...he’s likely to have his sights set directly on that Savage Championship match between BRIM and Thaddeus Duke
~The camera cuts, Cheasy adjusts~
Cheasy M: So much going on! The news is always dropping right here, at OCW! Alright, we’re going to take a short commercial break and, when we return, an exclusive interview with Matthew ‘The Raven’ Knox! Stick around, we’ll be right back!
~We cut away~
~We cut to a local beach in Key West. Some spectacular music is playing. GRAND music. The type of music for a legend...a star...a human that stands above all other humans. The ginormous shadow of a cut, carved, and sculpted man approaches. We pan up to see a true specimen. A modern day Goliath. He’s sporting a shirt that says “Free Agent.” He flexes...the shirt tears into a thousand pieces revealing ‘OCW’ painted on his chest. People gather and cheer him on. A voice speaks~
Voice: Welcome OCW’s newest addition...Goliath!
~Goliath turns to flex some more~
Voice: The strongest, most powerful, most intimidating force to step foot in...HOLY SHIT
~Goliath is suddenly BASHED into the back of his head via a barbed wire instrument of some kind. He stumbles into the sand, blood leaking from the back of his head...he tries to get up...but can’t. He’s out~
Voice: Is that a BARBED WIRE DILDO? What the fuck?!
~The face wielding the barbed wire dildo appears...it belongs to a primitive looking specimen. Some might even go so far as to call this guy a MODERN DAY CAVEMAN. He looks down at Goliath...his demeanor quickly changes as he stares at the lens~
Voice: Uh, please sir. We didn’t do anything. Don’t assault us.
~The caveman peers into the camera, curiously. He taps at it. He slaps the sides. He’s very bewildered. His curiosity is ripe. We then cut away to a message~
~We cut to commercial~
Like a scene from a movie. Jason Cashe is found backstage sitting on a bench with his back pressed against a wall out in the hallway. Like he was waiting outside of the Principal's Office where his Mother was having a conversation about his behavior in class. His elbows were on his knees and his face was buried in his hands. He even had a backpack on.
Cashe: "Come the Fu*k on!"
It seems he had been waiting for a while. There was no doubt this was Who're making Cashe suffer a little. She didn't like him and that had been no secret to anyone. The wait was getting to him, not to mention he was almost paranoid with each passing person. No more surprise knees. After a few moments pass, the office door finally opens and a woman steps out.
Woman: "She will see you now.."
Cashe: "Bout time!"
Jumping up off the bench, Cashe strolls to the door. Giving the woman who called for him an up and down glance. He offers her a smile as he steps into the office and his smile disappears.
Cashe: "Holy Estrogen!"
With Who're sitting bossed up behind a big desk, there were 7 women in tactical gear standing around the office. The women of DiVersity and Cashe was experiencing them in person for the first time.
Cashe: "I'm pretty sure there are Pornos that start out similar to this.. Damn girl, how much you bench?!"
Moving to feel one of the women's biceps, Who're interrupts his attempt.
Who're: "That's enough! Are you done? That only reason I am even giving you this time to talk is becaus--"
Cashe: "Because Leo rose up and you wised up?"
Who're: "What did you just say to me?"
Cashe: "Leo is a great guy! Let's talk business shall we?"
Sitting in one of the two chairs in front of the desk, Cashe plucked a mint from the bowl of candy off Who're's desk. She watches him unwrap it and toss it onto his mouth.
Who're: "Here's the deal. I don't like you…"
Cashe: "You must be Greek, not big fans of mine I've come to realize.."
The pen that she had in her hand is thrown onto the desktop. She wasn't impressed with his quick sense of humor. It wasn't for everyone.
Who're: "If I had it my way, we wouldn't be having this conversation. You would be denied even an opportunity after that stunt you pulled for the Mix. I want Lexi Gold on this roster and for SOME reason Tony Savage is backing you instead! Says you stood out.. I think you wasted an opportunity that someone else could have made better use of."
Cashe: "Completely agree! I could have gone to the ring White Girl Sloppy like Lily Lopez! Or better, get HANDED a victory only to ghost my partner in Round Two. What I did was much worse, you're probably right!"
His head was shaking 'no' as he was saying that she was right. Who're wanted to have an argument to match his but was there one?
Who're: "Lexi deserved better! Deserves better! I should sign her and just let Tony bitch! This is MY show!"
Cashe: "But…?"
Who're: "But.. I've been shown reasons to at least consider some options."
Cashe leans forward, his sudden movement causes the women of DiVersity to shift into a stance of attack.
Cashe: "Ladies.. Calm down… Nice Jason.. Jason Friend!"
Glancing around the room, these were some physical women. Thick meated, some like fresh bread loafs and others like solid granite. Cashe's eyes come back to Who're.
Cashe: "Was Leo really that impressive?!"
Who're: "Ohh you have no ide-- No! No, this has nothing to do with Leo!"
She had a folder and was fanning herself off. Cashe thought to himself that it was pretty chilly in here. Taking a deep breath, Who're regains her composure.
Who're: "Leo did put in a good word for you. I honestly don't know what these people see in you."
Cashe: "When you figure it out, can you let me know? I'm just DYING to be popular again.."
Please recognize the sarcasm. Who're ignores it altogether.
Who're: "So here is my counter offer to you.. I want you to apologize!"
Cashe: "I'm sorry that you dislike me, truly."
Who're: "No, not to me. I have no forgiveness for you.. You will apologize to Lexi. You will say sorry and by doing so? OCW will open the doors for you both!"
As if letting the idea dance around in his head. He had a few decent conversations with Lexi. She wasn't the worst person he has interacted with and it was nothing personal as he said before. Still, the idea of being TOLD to apologize. That is where he got lost on the concept proposed to him.
Cashe: "What kind of boooshit is this?! Apologize for beating someone up in the ring? If whoever wins the Mix decides to turn on their partner and fight for the chance for a Singles Title, will you make them apologize?"
Who're: "No but that is their right of choice winning the Mix! What you did wa-"
Cashe: "Remove the waiting game. See an opportunity within an opportunity! You opened the doors with the Mix and I entered the building and am eating in catering! I just need you to pay me for my time.. Tax purposes and what not."
Who're: "We are going to low ball you so much that you won't want the contract.."
She whispered under her breath, he only caught a portion of what she actually said but he just smiled.
Cashe: "So you can whip up that cheap end offer and I'll need to use your pen.."
Who're: "As tempting as you think that is, I'll pass. No apology, no contract Jason. That is my offer to you and I don't care what Tony or Leo do to sell you otherwise. I will fight this with my every being…"
The two are locked into a deep stare. Testing the other, reading each other through their eyes. Cashe breaks first, it's management. He wasn't ever in the habit of playing with or against politics.
Cashe: "What, do I just tweet her or?"
Who're: "Ohh no, this will be more public than a simple tweet. I want her to see you say it. I want to hear you say it! Then and ONLY then will we place a contract in front of you. Both you and Lexi will sign on the same night, next Piledriver! What do you say?"
Cashe: "You know what? For you, I will apologize.."
There was a pause in the room. Everyone stopped breathing. Who're's eyes widened as she wasn't expecting that answer from Cashe at all.
Who're: "You will?"
Pushing to his feet, Cashe looks around at the members of DiVersity and then back to Who're. He nods.
Cashe: "Yeah, if saying sorry gets me in the door then I'll play your game. I can say the words, nobody said anything about you needing to believe them."
Who're: "Oh I better believe it, Lexi better accept your apology as well.. It all rides on sincerity. Show people that you aren't the piece of shit that is commonly labeled on you.."
Bowing towards Who're, Jason Cashe turns and nods slowly towards the women of DiVersity.
Cashe: "Set it up… Ladies.."
He leaves the office the same way he came in. As the door shuts after him, Who're looks a bit annoyed.
Who're: "No way it'll be that easy..”
~We cut away and back to the OCW Studio. Cheasy is leaning forward, nodding his head~
Cheasy M: So, Jason Cashe must APOLOGIZE to Lexi Gold if he wants an OCW contract. Apologize for abandoning her during their first round MIX match. He says he'll do it...but, will he? Cashe is mercurial...enigmatic...a capricious son of a gun. The idea of him apologizing to Lexi just doesn't sound believable...BUT he does want in, so we'll see. I, for one, hope he does...Jason Cashe and OCW is a partnership that will own a license to print money. I'm here for it!
~The camera cuts. Cheasy adjusts~
Cheasy M: And, how about that promo before we went to break? TOAST has signed with OCW! This man has OCW written ALL OVER him. He's set to debut at Under the Lights...but in what capacity? I can't wait to find out!
~The camera cuts again. Cheasy shifts~
Cheasy M: Allllright, fans and fiends. It's time for this week's Interview!
Cheasy M: Alright! And, as promised...tonight's guest is arguably the biggest OCW signing of 2021! He's a pro wrestling legend...he makes an impact EVERYWHERE he goes...and will, no doubt keep that streak alive right here in OCW. Please welcome my guest...Matthew "The Raven" Knox!!
~Our view pulls back to display Knox seated behind the Piledriver desk, to Cheasy's right~
Cheasy M: Mr. Knox...welcome to Piledriver!
Matthew Knox: Pleasure to be here, I only hope I can live up to the hype.
Cheasy M: I have no doubt you will. So, a star of your caliber has no shortage of promotional options. What led you to choosing OCW as a place to hang your hat?
Matt Knox: History. Prestige. While I was away, it became one of the premier Federations. Then, sadly, it ended until it's resurgence.
~He pauses, a smirk cracking his placid features~
Matt Knox: Kinda makes sense, two of us returning from the dead? Ought to spend some time together.
~Cheasy nods. It does make sense~
Cheasy M: And both resurgences appear to be flourishing! Now, you're no stranger to taking on challenges from wrestlers all over the profession. Are you expecting a challenger to emerge or are you going to take matters into your own hands, identifying a current member to take aim at?
~Matthew's smirk turns into a full on grin, he taps the mic against his chin in thought for a moment before speaking~
Matt Knox: it's funny. Over in the other company I'm a Champ in, all i have is people knocking down my door. Here? Pinkston has had me on a list to..get noticed? Who knows. But I thought, initially, of beating Supreme Machine again...but that would just shelve two of your newest signings. So, it took some time. Some thought. A lot of Brandy and both sides of "Rain Dogs" on Vinyl, but I do have a name in mind if you're interested?
~Cheasy leans forward, captivated~
Cheasy M: IF I'm interested? I haven't been this interested since the band got back together! Let's hear it!
Matt Knox: Then let's just get into it. Give Denzel and Leo their headline...man Is a hall of Famer. Multi time World Champ. Household name. Whole nine yards. Like, this has that Frazier v Ali vibe.
~He shifts his gaze to the camera, waiting a few more excruciating seconds~
Matt Knox: Chris Spade. This is me calling you out, brother.
~Cheasy slaps the desk with excitement~
Cheasy M: Matthew Knox against Chris Spade!
~Cheasy puts his hands up in a dramatic gesture, as if making up a maquee~
Cheasy M: Champion vs Champion. Legend vs. Legend. First time ever match up! That, right there...I must say, sells itself. I take it you saw Spade's interview from last week?
Matt Knox: I did. And I've been trying not to sound as...canned and rehearsed.
~He pauses, allowing time for the joke to fall where it may~
Matt Knox: but no, if you think about it...what better way? Booking will want the super fight so...let's get it out the way.
~No argument from Cheasy~
Cheasy M: Makes perfect sense to me. I'm sure we'll get Spade's response next week! Now, Under the Lights is less than two weeks away...do you have any plans on making an impact at the event? Or, are you going to use it as an opportunity to observe what's in store for you moving forward as an OCW competitor?
~One more toothy grin, Knox taps his fingers on the mic~
Matt Knox: I suppose you'll have to tune in, find out eh? But Spade..and I mean this with no disrespect, and as nothing more than the showman I am..
~A pause as he finds the hard cam~
Matt Knox: It's on sight.
~Cheasy looks confused. Leo sneaks into the frame and whispers into Cheasy's ear. He smiles and nods~
Cheasy M: Heck yea it's on sight! Love that phrase!
~Cheasy tries to bump fists with Knox but just winds up bumping air~
Cheasy M: Haha! Ah man, I like ya, Knox. Good stuff! Alright...I know it's early...so early that you haven't even stepped in the ring yet...but what's your ultimate goal here in OCW?
Matt Knox: Well, it's no secret that I've tied the time I have left to a title in another promotion so, mercifully for your champion, I'm not here lusting for gold. Just to deepen my impact on the business, help elevate the youngsters. All that good stuff.
~Cheasy nods~
Cheasy M: Well, that makes sense and we're certainly thrilled to have you. Now, before we wrap this thing up...any parting words?
~Knox considers quietly, before nodding in silent affirmation~
Matt Knox: Plenty of you know me, some of you even have an opinion. The pisants even like to hint at past failures while lacking the testicular fortitude to say it straight and true..
~He adjusts in his seat once more~
Matt Knox: I'm not here for a long time, but bet your ass I'm here for a good time. So if anyone wants to take a shot, I have two things to say. Number one, there's nothing between us but hot air and opportunity...and two?
~A smirk~
Matt Knox: Don't Miss.
~Cheasy slaps the desk, impressed with Knox's way with words and his confidence. He points 'The Raven's' way~
Cheasy M: Matthew 'The Raven' Knox, everybody! He's under OCW contract and he'll be looking to debut against Chris Spade! Big things ahead, no doubt! Alright...we're going to cut to commercial break but, when we return, we'll have Leo in studio for some promo reviews! So, stick around!
~We cut to commercial~
~The words ‘last week’ flash before your screen before being shown an ambulance going down a road at full speed. Behind it you see a couple of police cars as well as hospital security trying to catch up to it. Due to the magic of wrestling television, we switch to the inside of it and we see Outcast behind the wheel, with a lit cigarette in his mouth, driving like a mad man. ~
Outcast: How you doing back there X? Comfortable? Here let me help, how’s this?!
~Outcast begins to turn the wheel left and right causing all the stuff in the back of the ambulance to go flying all over the place, likely falling on Xavier Lux. He drives straight again, takes a long drag from his cigarette, and continues to taunt the World Champion.~
Outcast: How’s that X?! How’s your back?! Feeling better?!
~The door that leads to the back of the ambulance slides open and out steps Venom, cover in all kinds of medical equipment and even a needle sticking out of his neck which he promptly removes and tosses it aside.~
Xavier Lux: My back is fine… how’s your face?!
~Without giving him a chance to react, Venom sprays a bag of saline solution on Outcast’s eyes blinding him temporarily. He then grabs an endoscope and wraps it around Outcast neck, choking him violently! Outcast tries to fight him off with one hand while trying to drive the ambulance with the other but quickly loses control. Our view changes back to the outside as we see the ambulance go off road, run through some picket fences and then straight into an artificial pond in the middle of a neighborhood that sends some geese who were just chilling there flying all over the place! We see that the cops that were giving chase are close behind, but not close enough to aid in preventing the ambulance sinking to the bottom of the pond.
About half of the ambulance is already into the water after impact and continues to quickly sink when the back doors of it swing open! With the doors facing up, Venom crawls out and as he goes to stand up a hand comes out, grabbing his ankle and flipping him, sending him crashing into the water below back first. The ambulance completely sinks now, and you see a lot of the items that were inside out of it come afloat.
Venom manages to swim across the pond and reaches the shore; crawling to dry land when from behind comes Outcast who hits him across his already messed up back with a medium size oxygen tank! Venom falls hard to the ground, eating wet dirt. Outcast flips him over with a kick and then gets on top of him. He lifts the oxygen tank, ready to bring it down across Venom’s face but Venom quickly stabs him on his leg with a scalpel! Outcast screams in pain as he drops the thank behind him into the water. Venom is then able to bring his leg up and kick Outcast off of him, sending him back into the water. He slowly gets to his feet and is about to go after Outcast when officers and hospital security finally arrive, grabbing him and pulling him back. Other officers go into the water and grab Outcast who was already coming after Venom with a large scalpel of his own. The cops disarm him and quickly haul him away to one cop car while Venom gets haul to another. They put up a fight while exchanging words. ~
Outcast: It’s going to take a helluva lot more to keep me down Venom!
Xavier Lux: I’m willing to do whatever it takes man! Whatever it takes!
Outcast: You going to have to kill me your hear me?! You going to have to kill me! And you don’t got it in you boy!
Xavier Lux: Oh I got it in me! Careful what you wish for old man!
~The two continue to exchange words until they’re finally put away in separate cars. Scene fades to commercial.~
The camera comes back from it’s locally sponsored advertisements focused on a grinning Betsy Granger walking around backstage. The crowd pops loudly for their TransAtlantic Champion, who is seen with her blonde hair down around her shoulder. She’s donning a rosy pink t-shirt, the extra material at the bottom is tied up by her hips, revealing a little of her well-toned tanned tummy. The ripped jeans she wears hug her curves all the way down to the pink Converse high-tops on her feet. In her hands was a massive box wrapped in fancy silver paper and topped with a red satin bow. It’s obvious she’s searching for someone specific and when she spots him, her face splits into a grin as she calls loudly out to him.
Betsy: HEY PINKIE!
Her grin widens as he turns around and his face contorts upon seeing her. LC Pinkston, who had recently become a presence in both wrestling and Twitter, merely stared at her as Betsy jogged over, holding the mammoth box out in front of her. When she reaches him, she sets it down onto the floor so he can take a look at her shirt. Bedazzled across the front are the words #PinkieFearsGranger24/7.
Betsy: You like it? I wanted to show my support tonight!
Turning around, she gives the camera it’s first glimpse of the back, which reads #TopOfTheList in the same glittering jewels.
Pulling the paper that was covering his face revealing a comically large pair of glasses with a fake nose attached.
LC Pinkston: I must say ma’am that is a fine shirt. Clearly made of the finest materials. However I have no idea who you are talking about. Surely it isn’t I….
Betsy: Pinkie, I know it’s you. Everyone knows it’s you. Look.
Betsy reaches and snatches the glasses off of his face, and on instinct LC raises the paper to cover his face.
LC: If you’ve ever wondered why you’re on the list… bitch moves like that are why!
Betsy raises a clenched fist towards him, as LC quickly covers himself. She moves her fist aggressively towards his face and stops a few inches short, shaking it playfully before him. Giggling loudly, she flicks the paper gently and nudges the box between them with her foot.
Betsy: I come bearing gifts!
LC: I don’t want it.
Betsy: Don’t be silly, everyone wants presents!
In one fluid motion, Betsy grabs the end of the bow and pulls it free. The flaps pop open and an extravagant amount of balloons fly out of it. All of them are either bright pink with black glitter print or black with pink glitter print. They all had the same words written on them in fancy scrawl.
O + P 4-EVER 8-23-21
Tied to the bottom is a heart-shaped weight to keep them from flying everywhere. LC rolls his eyes and rolls the paper up to swat at the balloons.
LC: Can’t you see I’m trying to hide…. What the hell am I going to do with all these balloons?
Betsy: Well… You can use them for punching practice. Or try to fly to your new bride's happy place? Oh, but then you’d have to attach them to your…
LC: STOP!
His eyes darted around the room, clearly looking for someone or something. Betsy looks around as well and spots nothing. Seeing his chance, he snatches the glasses back from her and slips them back over his nose. Spinning back around, Betsy looks at him sideways as a grin splits her face again.
Betsy: Okay, okay. What’s your issue, friend? Why are you in hiding tonight?
LC: Ugh, fine. That Terminator fuck. Supreme whatever his name is. Like I want to kick him in the taint, but I also need my hips to be functional, if you catch my drift. That and I’m pretty sure the security guy is on my ass after I put him on the bitch list. .
Betsy: You could avoid all of this if you put me at the top spot.
She chuckles and gives him a friendly tap on his shoulder.
Betsy: You certainly do have a unique approach to making friends and foes. Speaking of…
Glancing up, her eyes catch Dolly Waters walking towards them, though she doesn’t seem to have noticed either yet. Her playful smirks twists to a contemplative little frown as her eyes follow her fellow XWFer.
Betsy: Seems we have the same woman to get through… some of us sooner than others.
The smirks return as LC follows her gaze; his eyes widen when he spots Dolly as well.
LC: Good talk but I think it’s time I should be going.
Before she can stop him, LC sprints off; his quick movement catches Dolly’s eye and she finally spots Betsy ahead of her. The two women lock eyes as Dolly gets closer and the camera finally gets them both in frame. Their staredown elicits a loud cheer from the crowd.
Dolly: Didn’t think I’d see you around here tonight.
Betsy: And miss you sending XWF farther into the Mix? Wouldn’t dream of it.
Dolly: Mmmhmm… Or maybe someone wanted to do a little up-close scouting before a certain match?
The look on the Impossible Traveler’s face is one of perfect innocence as she uses her fingers to make a halo above her head.
Betsy: I would never… You wound me!
Dolly takes the measure of Betsy for a few moments, keeping the crowd in suspense. A slow grin finally spreads across Dolly’s face and she shrugs her shoulders casually.
Dolly: I appreciate the support either way. Wasn’t that Pinkerton or Pinkman or whatever his name is?
Betsy: Ah… You know, I really couldn’t tell?
As she says this, she gives Doly an overly dramatic wink; the Margarita Mix favorite just chuckles and nods her head.
Dolly: Alright then, keep your secrets.
Betsy: Alright, I shall.
The green eyes of the Impossible Traveler grow darker for a moment as she takes in the exhaustion on Dolly’s face. Without thinking, she reaches out and takes her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.
Betsy: How’s Corey?
Though the words were asked in a soft tone, Dolly jumps slightly as if they’d been screamed into her face. Removing her hand from Betsy’s, she backed away, shrugging.
Dolly: He’s… I don’t know Bets. He’s hanging on, but he…
Dolly turns away as her voice cracks slightly; Betsy nibbles on her lip and gives Dolly a moment to collect herself. When she turns back, Dolly’s face is set, hard and determined.
Dolly: Anyway, that doesn’t matter much right now. I need to find my partner so we can get ready for this match.
Betsy: Er, right then… Well, good luck tonight, Dolly. You’re going to kill it out there, I know it.
~Allowing a tight smile to touch her lips, Dolly nods once more towards Betsy before walking past her in the opposite direction. Betsy’s eyes follow Dolly’s retreating figure, her face full of concern as the camera fades into the Piledriver Studio where Cheasy is sitting, happy as ever~
Cheasy M: Betsy Granger making friends, as always! Although, from what I've heard...Corey Smith might be a sensitive issue for some, including Dolly Waters.
~Cheasy's face goes solemn for a moment~
Cheasy M: Injuries are a terrible thing in pro wrestling. A fact LC is acutely aware of, considering he's hiding from Supreme Machine. And, as we saw earlier tonight, SuMa is lurking.
~Cheasy's face gets a 'uh oh' look to it~
Cheasy M: I know I wouldn't want to be on SuMa's hit list. Especially if I had Dolly Waters and Hector Malvado to worry about...something that LC and his partner Bam Miller will have to deal with later on tonight in Semi-Final MIX action!
~The camera cuts and Cheasy adjusts~
Cheasy M: And, we'll get right to the Semi-Final action very, very soon...but first, it's Promo Review time...so, let's get Leo in here!
#PinkieFearsGranger
~The camera pans out to show LEO seated next to Cheasy. Leo’s puffing on a Swisha Sweet, just like last week. Inhaling and exhaling the sweet, fruity smoke into his previously virgin lungs. He leans back, giving Cheasy an arrogant side glance~
Cheasy M: Welcome back, Leo! I hear you’ve got some promo review for us this week...like every week.
Leo: Yea, just some.
~Leo leans forward, blowing smoke all over the place~
Leo: Figured I’d save the title matches for next week. You got a problem with that?
Cheasy M: Uh no, not at all.
Leo: That’s what I thought.
Cheasy M: Okay, so the non-title matches. Alright…let’s start with Crash Rodriguez...what was he up to in the final week of prep for Under the Lights.
Leo: He was all up Lou’s ass. Like, bitching at the old man for not understanding why Kansas City is so important.
Cheasy M: Did he fire Lou?
Leo: Nah, he just left him off the private plane and made him drive to Key West AFTER he figured out why Kansas City is so important to Crash.
Cheasy M: And?
Leo: Don’t push me, Cheasy. Greatness cannot be rushed. Lou visited Crash’s home, Crash’s mother’s grave site, and then a meat shop which was handed to him by his uncle. In there, he found a picture of Ian Dream taped to a giant piece of meat hanging from the ceiling. It all builds to the realization that KC gives Crash pain...a pain that motivates him to train and succeed.
Cheasy M: Ah, so it keeps him focused. Did he have much to say about Ian?
Leo: Not really. It appears he’s just been hammering away at Ian’s face for the past three weeks. I assume we’ll see a very sharpened boxing game from Crash come Under the Lights.
Cheasy M: What’s up with Ian? He still at his hotel?
Leo: Yep. He loves his hotel. He was inside this week with the lights off and the sun pouring in to give the room illumination. Dream worked out, preparing for his match against Crash.
Cheasy M: How’s he feeling about the match?
Leo: He’s very excited. He’s appreciative of Thad for choosing him and giving him this opportunity...he does not want to let Thad, Ross...the Golden Age down. It’s an opportunity he is NOT taking lightly.
Cheasy M: And, did he visit the pool this week?
Leo: Not that we saw, Cheasy. But he did step into the shower.
Cheasy M: That kid sure does love water. Okay, let’s move on to Ed Houston and Mike Zybala. What’s up with Zybala?
Leo: Oh, ya know, Zybala stuff.
Cheasy M: Okay and Ed...what’s he doing?
Leo: Still on that NASA tour, Chease-whiz. He snuck off into a secret area and found what looks to be the stage for the NASA landing.
Cheasy M: It’s Cheasy. But...wow, really? Was Kubrick’s soul locked away in there?
Leo: I can’t say. But Ed took a photo and tried using it for leverage...however, he abandoned that pretty quick, deciding to leave NASA in the rear view mirror...moving on with his life.
Cheasy M: For the best, probably.
Leo: Although he did send the evidence to a news station...probably Tucker Carlson or Alex Jones. Soooo…
Cheasy M: Wish he had given me the scoop!
Leo: We kinda just did.
Cheasy M: Haha. Ah, true. And his thoughts on the Z man?
Leo: Continues to insist that Zybala is a spin-doctor. Turning what really happened into a Zybala sob story. Zybala only needed Ed when it benefited Mike. Then, once Mike got what he wanted, he left Ed in the dust. So, Houston’s looking to leave Mike behind at Under the Lights and blastoff to bigger, and better altitudes right here, in OCW.
Cheasy M: And that brings us to HAILRAVEN against FUCKTIO...what’s going on with these two?
Leo: TIO has become the perennial spokesman for corn flakes and James Raven thinks Josh Allen is the greatest.
Cheasy M: OCW Hall of Famer and Omega architect Josh Allen?! He’s a very controversial figure in OCW history!
Leo: NO! Not THAT Josh Allen. Buffalo Bills Quarterback and Fantasy Football keeper, Josh Allen.
Cheasy M: Sorry, I don’t watch handegg. I’m a futbol man, myself.
~Piledriver’s ratings take a massive nosedive. Cheasy is yelled at~
Cheasy M: I’m just kidding. Football is the greatest and soccer is for nerds!
~The ratings skyrocket~
Cheasy M: Whew, that was a close one. Alright...so you’re saving the championship promos for next week?
Leo: Yes. We need SOMETHING to talk about next week and, plus, I’m told a few key production people are in a rush to get this show finished.
Cheasy M: Fair enough. Now, before I let you go.
Leo: You don’t LET me do anything, got it?
Cheasy M: Okay, fine. Before you depart...what’s with that clip of you and GM Who’Re...are you two...ya know….
~Leo has trouble suppressing his smile, making it pretty obvious he got laid~
Leo: Well, let’s just say that…
~In a blur, members of diVeristy rush onto set and cover Leo’s mouth. The cameras are blocked and the feed goes dark for a few awkward seconds. Time passes. The feed returns. It’s just Cheasy~
Cheasy M: Well, okay then! Always great to have Leo on set...a real powderkeg of charisma, that guy. Everything here at OCW is ethical and above board. Ahem, anyway...you guys ready for a match? I know I am! Let’s head to a LIVE feed inside the OCW Arena for tonight’s FIRST Semi-Final contest!
~Cheasy wipes some sweat from his brow as we cut to the first Margarita Mix Match~
Semi-Final Match
Brett Daniels & Chris Madison vs. Ricky Rodriguez & Sebastian Grey
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen...it is now time for some Margarita MIX action!!
~The crowd leaps to their feet! Tailgating all afternoon...a blood alcohol level dangerously high...a lust for violence. Finally, it’s here! Let’s go!~
Belvedere: The winning team will advance into next week’s Mix finals! Introducing first…
~Booty Wurk by T-Pain feat Joey Galaxy hits! The cheers instantly turn to boos as the arrogant, brash Ricky Rodriguez saunters from behind the curtain. He pauses on stage, soaking in the boos...he extends his arms and throws his head back, taking it all in. The boos increase. He takes his time, strutting down the ramp, arms extended, head held high~
Smith: An arrogant young man, Ricky Rodriguez.
Hood: Oh, we’re on?
Smith: Yes.
Hood: Can’t believe we got called in to work on a fucking weekday.
Smith: I’m excited!
Hood: That’s because you’ve got nothing better to do.
~Ricky slowly walks up the steps, the boos continue to pour in. He enters into the ring and takes a bow for the fans. “BOOOOOO!” He straightens up and laughs~
Belvedere: From Chino, California...standing 5’11 and weighing in at 189lbs...Ricky Rodriguez!!!
~"Blacc Adonis" - by Maseratiblacc hits! The boos quiet, but just a bit. Sebastian Grey, the Modern-day Adonis appears...he’s not quite as hated as Ricky, but it’s close. Grey marches down the ramp, showing the type of intensity that’s helped his team advance to this point. He stomps up the steps and enters into the ring~
Belvedere: And, his partner, from Mount Olympus, Los Angeles, California...standing 6’5 and weighing in at 240lbs...he is the Modern-Day Adonis...Sebastian Grey!!!
Smith: Perhaps the most impressive physical specimen we’ve ever seen.
Hood: If you could build a wrestler, he’d look something like Sebastian Grey.
Smith: These two have that star quality, Hood. We might be looking at the future of this business.
Hood: Yep, that’s why I’ve got money on then. Speed. Strength. Looks. Charisma...they got it all!
Smith: That they do...only thing they’re missing is experience...something their opponents have in abundance…
~"Midnight rider" by Willie Nelson hits! The crowd rises to their feet, going wild for the arrival of Brett Daniels. He marches from the curtain, toting the cooler full of beer. A cowboy hat rests atop his head. Inside the ring, Ricky begins to hop around, showing that eager anxiety. Grey lowers his head, keeping a mean gaze on Daniels~
Belvedere: And, their opponents...introducing first, from Snake Hill, Texas...standing 6’2 and weighing in at 252lbs… “Cowboy” Brett Daniels!!!
Smith: Huge ovation for The Cowboy! These fans are solidly behind the veterans!
Hood: He’s a tough mother fucker. Bringing beer to the ring, I like his style.
Smith: His toughness might only be rivaled by that of his partner.
~Daniels stops short of the ring. Ricky rushes up and talks shit, looking down on Brett. Grey walks up, standing behind Ricky. Brett urges Ricky to step out of the ring and say it to his face. Ricky invites Brett into the ring. Daniels sets his cooler down...he spits, he kicks the cooler open and grabs a beer, ripping the cap off and taking a sip. “War Machine” by KISS hits! The crowd rises! Brett nods and throws his head toward the ramp. Ricky stops talking. Grey looks up. Chris Madison emerges from behind the curtain~
Smith: There he is! Pro wrestling royalty!
Hood: Yea, I’ve heard of this guy...which is pretty big considering I don’t give a shit about wrestling outside of OCW.
Smith: One of the biggest names in this business.
~Madison marches down the ramp, no nonsense. He sides up next to his partner, Daniels. Daniels points at Ricky and Sebastian as if to say, “Get a load of these two.” Chris stares up at them, all business. Grey gently moves Ricky aside, looking down at Madison making it clear he wants to get his hands on arguably the biggest name remaining in the field~
Belvedere: And his tag team partner...from Long Island, New York...standing 6’0 tall and weighing in at 235lbs...ladies and gentlemen...CHRIS...MAAADDDISSSSONNNN!!!
~Belvedere exits. Ricky and Grey back up, urging Madison and Daniels to get into the ring. Daniels looks at Madison. Madison nods. Brett finishes his beer and slings the bottle into the ring at Ricky and Bash. The two flinch. Daniels and Madison hit the ring. They slide in, pop up and begin brawling with Bash and Ricky!! The crowd is on their feet! Scruff tries to force some order so the bell can ring, but these four men are blinded by competitive fire~
Smith: And we’ve got a brawl going on!!
Hood: This is NOT what Ricky and Grey want...no way they win a brawl.
Smith: Indeed...and the bell hasn’t even rung yet.
~Bash’s punches wallop Madison. But Chris fires back with quicker punches that are on point. This allows him to gain an advantage. Daniels, meanwhile, is punching Ricky into a corner...his giant, ham like fists are too much for the smaller, more athletic Ricky to compete with. Chris has Bash up against the ropes...he leans back and clotheslines Grey over the top and to the outside! The crowd goes wild! Madison steps through the ropes and hops to the floor, staying after Grey~
Smith: This situation is beyond Scruff’s control.
Hood: Grey wanted Madison and, well, now he’s got him. Be careful what you wish for, folks.
~Inside the ring, Brett is peppering Ricky with rights and lefts. Out of desperation, Ricky kicks Daniels in the knee, staggering him. He lifts a knee, smacking Brett in the face! Daniels’ cowboy hat flies off his head, landing on the mat. He glares at Ricky...the crowd is like “Oh shit, you fucked up.” Ricky holds his hands out, begging for a reprieve...but Brett grabs him by the neck with both hands and flings him from the corner, to the center of the ring. Ricky this HARD! The crowd goes wild! Daniels snares his hat and puts it back on his head, staring into the hard cam. “Brett! Brett! Brett!” The Cowboy is OVER in Key West~
Smith: These VCR machines are operating at maximum capacity!
Hood: Fuckin throwback, man! These two vets have aged like a fine whiskey.
Smith: Or a fine wine.
Hood: No.
~Outside the ring, Grey is leaning up against the barricade. He throws a wild haymaker at Madison...but Chris ducks and drills Grey in the gut with a well placed punch. The wind leaves Bash’s lungs...he gasps for air. Chris gives him no time to recover...he drills him in the abdomen with a knee. Bash doubles over before dropping to his knees. Madison takes a step back before rushing forward and taking Grey over with a Helicopter Guillotine! The fans at ringside lean over, slapping the barricade. They yell “TAP! TAP! TAP!” Grey can’t breathe...he’s suffocating...so he begins to tap...but Madison won’t let go~
Smith: Madison is choking Grey out! Grey is tapping!
Hood: Yea, but there’s no bell. The match hasn’t even started yet.
Smith: The team of the future is vanishing before our very eyes!
Hood: Yea, like Michael J Fox’s nerdy family members in that photo
~Grey’s tapping slows. It stops. A good amount of saliva falls from his mouth, hitting the floor. Madison, feeling the life from Grey all but squeezed out, lets go. He stands up, looking down at what appears to be a dead man. The fans at ringside are ravenous...they don’t care. Tequila and cocaine courses through their veins. They reach over and pat Madison on the shoulder. Chris steps over Grey like he’s a piece of garbage and heads around the ring toward his team’s corner. Meanwhile, inside the ring, Brett has Ricky pressed into a corner via a boot to the throat. Ricky is kicking, trying to get Daniels off of him~
Smith: Is Grey okay?
Hood: LOL what do you think?
Smith: My gosh, don’t tell me...our first night back with live wrestling and we’ve seen a MURDER
Hood: He’ll probably be okay. Probably.
~Brett removes his foot...he grabs Ricky by the throat, pulls him off the mat, turns around and, for the second time, tosses him into the center of the ring. Madison reaches the apron, in their team’s corner and greets his partner. The fans are giving the two vets a standing ovation~
Smith: They have decimated their opponents. This thing is over before it ever began!
Hood: Never, ever rattle a vets cage, Smith. These two have faced a million Sebastian Greys and Ricky Rodriguezs. This is the first time either Ricky or Bash have faced a Brett Daniels or a Chris Madison.
~”Who’s Gonna Stop Me?” plays throughout the OCW Arena as the Golden Age: Thaddeus Duke, Ian Dream and Ross Hanson, emerge from backstage while the MIX match is ongoing. Brett and Chris turn, staring up the ramp at the stage. A MIXed reaction comes from the OCW fans before Thad shoots a smile and throws up a “peace” sign, encouraging the cheers to turn to boo’s~
Smith: Hey! What are they doing out here?
Hood: Increasing our ratings, that’s what!
~Behind the Golden Age, ring crewmen carry out a table and a few chairs, setting them up on the stage. A boom microphone operator makes his way between the entrance way and the stage in order to catch whatever shenanigans the three boys are up to. The three Golden boys take their seats~
“What’ll it be boys?”
~Thad asks as he starts shuffling a deck of cards~
“Poker? Five card stud? Hold ‘Em?”
~Ross suggests. Daniels marches toward the ropes, about to step through them when Madison stops him~
“Blackjack? Rummy?”
~Thad suggests before Ian chimes in:
“How ‘bout Strip Go Fish?”
~Thad and Ross look at each other with a smile and back at Ian~
“You’re on…. Ante up.”
~Thaddeus replies. Ian puts the spending money that his father gives him for the week on the table. Thaddeus retrieves a wad of cash and tosses it on the table. Ross hoists up a coffee can full of quarters~
"What? They'll still spend."
~Ross insists as he slams the heavy can down on the table. Daniels points up at the Golden Age, ready to rush up there and give them a piece of his mind. But Chris, keeping a level head, motions to stay focused on the match. Scruff, inside the ring and exhausted over his inability to keep this thing under control sees two men in the ring and motions for the bell. IT FINALLY RINGS! And, just as it does, Ricky crawls forward and rolls a preoccupied Daniels up! The crowd gasps in fright! Scruff slides in~
1!
2!
3..NO!
Smith: Holy smokes! Ricky Rodriguez nearly pulled off one of the all time upset victories!
Hood: Geezus. Brett’s got to get The Golden Age out of his head and refocus.
Smith: I wish somebody would remove them from the stage. It’s a distraction!
Hood: Hey, they are contracted talent. These four...are not.
~Daniels kicks out with authority. Ricky tumbles into the ropes...he scrambles over the bottom rope and onto the apron. He’s next to Madison. He quickly leaps onto the top rope. Madison reaches to grab him, but Ricky is too quick...he springboards off, wraps his legs around Brett’s head and slings him into a corner!! Brett’s head SLAMS into the middle buckle!!! He remains face first in the buckle, his arms limp. Ricky is on the mat, breathing heavily, continuing to recoup from the initial beating. The fans start to boo~
Smith: This is just...I mean, c’mon. Daniels and Madison had this WON and then the Golden Age comes out and now it’s completely turned the tide!
Hood: Hey, you think Ricky and Bash are going to join the Golden Age?
Smith: I don’t know, nor do I care!
Hood: All these years and your taste has never improved. Go ahead, keep liking dumb shit like Alice Knight and Brett Daniels’ cowboy hat.
~Speaking of Brett’s cowboy hat...that hurricanrana sent it flying out of the ring. Ricky is back on his feet...he runs forward and leaps into the air, slamming double knees into Brett’s back!!! Daniels is squashed into the middle buckle...Ricky pops to his feet and yanks Brett out of the corner by his hair. Ricky’s got Daniels on his feet...he leans into the ropes and bounces off with a lariat!! Brett doesn’t go down...he staggers back. Ricky leaps into the air and smacks Brett in the face with a picture perfect dropkick!! Brett falls backward, hitting the mat hard. Ricky kips up...he’s feeling it...his energy and arrogance have returned...and so have the boos~
Smith: Ricky Rodriguez is rising to the top...I don’t like his attitude, but there’s no denying the charisma.
Hood: Did you hear that Lindsay Lohan has the HOTS for him?
Smith: He can certainly do better than that.
Hood: Hey, we all gotta start somewhere, Smith.
~Daniels staggers to his feet...the big man won’t stay down. He’s got too much fight in him...too much at stake. Ricky sees Brett stumbling on his feet...he spins around and NAILS Brett in the face with a spinning oundhouse kick!!! Brett falters into the ropes...he stumbles off the ropes and right into Ricky’s arms! Rodriguez hoists him onto his shoulders! The crowd rises! Madison stomps the mat, reaching out, trying to get Brett’s attention. Daniels is draped over Ricky’s shoulders in an inverted fireman’s carry. Ricky is breathing rapidly...Brett is very, very heavy. Ricky grunts and tosses Brett over his head...Daniels comes down, the back of his head smashing into Ricky’s waiting knee!!! The fans grimace...a loud “OHHH!” sounds out from the fans!! Brett hits the mat...he appears to be out...Ricky dives on top of him, hooking the leg. Scruff slides in~
1!
2!
3!! NO!
Smith: Brett with the shoulder up! The shoulder up!
Hood: Man, Ricky needs to win this match...if for no other reason, so he can afford to pay Lohan’s bar tab. That shit is extensive.
Smith: As we’ve seen more than a few times in this tournament, Ricky is being forced to, basically, compete in a handicap match. It’s so hard to rely on your partners in this format throughout the duration of this tournament.
Hood: That’s what makes Madison and Daniels so good.
~Showing a glimpse of desperation, given the circumstance, Ricky reaches out, grabbing Scruff and clamoring for a three count. But Scruff holds two fingers up. Ricky slaps the mat and pops to his feet...he regains his equanimity and stalks Brett. Daniels is slowly working his way to his feet. Chris yells out, trying to get Brett’s attention, warning him to watch out. Daniels is on dream street...he stands and stumbles around, his eyes unfocused. Ricky sprints past him...he leaps onto the middle rope and springboards backward, looking for his signature cutter!! He grabs Brett by the head...but Daniels shoves Ricky off! Ricky spins around...Daniels dives forward and turns him inside out with a HUGE LARIAT! The fans pop!!! Ricky is down! Brett is down! Madison slaps the top turnbuckle, arm outstretched, yelling for a tag. The fans stomp and chant “MADISON! MADISON! MADISON!”~
Smith: Brett Daniels narrowly avoiding certain defeat...Ricky Rodriguez was a gulp away from hitting To The Top and ending this match in shocking fashion!
Hood: Yep, I think they’ve won both their matches with To The Top, right? Or did the guy who actually watches this stuff get that fact wrong on my cheat sheet?
Smith: Nope, that is correct. To The Top has been the most dangerous move in the MIX, so far.
~We get a brief glimpse of the card game. Hanson looks over his shoulder, wondering why the crowd is being so loud and disrupting their intense game. We cut back to the ring. Ricky’s loopy...that lariat was received via the thick, muscular appendage of a beer drinking badass. He crawls around the ring, occasionally falling to his side. Rodriguez is completely unaware. Daniels, meanwhile, sits up, holding the back of his neck...he looks over and sees Madison reaching out….he turns, crawls and makes the tag! The OCW Arena explodes!!! Ricky lunges for his corner but...nobody is there! He turns around, seated against the buckles...Madison is marching his way. Ricky, again, tries to beg off...but Madison boots him right in the face~
Smith: Ricky Rodriguez is in trouble...the curtain is closing on his run in the MIX!
Hood: Is Bash like dead...completely?
Smith: I don’t know...I haven’t seen a shot of him since Madison choked him out.
Hood: Bash, man, if you’ve got ANY life in ya...wake the fuck up! Ricky needs ya, bro!
~Chris yanks Ricky off the mat and whips him with authority across the ring. Rodriguez sprints towards the opposite corner. Madison charges in...Ricky runs up the buckles and backflips over the charging Madison, landing behind him. Chris stops in his tracks...Ricky hits the ropes...Madison turns around and Ricky leaps into the air...Chris catches him...he tosses Ricky onto his shoulders in the Torture Rack!!! Ricky winces in pain...before it can get too bad, he reaches down and ranks Chris across the eyes!! Madison loses his grip and Ricky lands on his feet behind Chris...Chris spins around...Ricky throws a spinning roundhouse kick...but Chris blocks it, spins around, and DECKS Ricky with a roaring elbow!!! Rodriguez collapses to the match...Chris stands over him, breathing heavily. The crowd is on their feet, cheering the wrestling legend~
Smith: Ricky is quick. He’s fast. But Chris Madison managed to beat him to the punch.
Hood: He has those bar fight reflexes, Smith.
Smith: What are those?
Hood: Shit comes from any and every angle in a bar fight. Gotta be on your toes.
~Madison looks down at Ricky, shaking his head. He’s a tough out, for sure. He rips Rodriguez off the mat and whips him into the ropes...but Ricky leaps onto the second rope and jumps off looking to hit TO THE TOP!! Madison catches him!! Ricky throws a back elbow, jarring Madison. Chris stumbles back. Ricky runs into the ropes again...he leaps onto the second rope and jumps off, twisting in the air and smacking Chris in the face with a roundhouse kick!!! Madison is SHOOK!! Rodriguez lands on one knee, his fist in the mat...he gasps for air, collecting himself~
Smith: You gotta move, Ricky!
Hood: No shit. Can’t give Madison ANY extra time.
~Rodriguez powers up...Madison is off his base. Ricky hits the ropes...as he does, a giant hand reaches out and slaps him! Scruff calls for the TAG! Ricky turns and sees a very dazed, out on his feet Sebastian Grey...he hesitates. He’s confused. Grey starts to climb through the ropes~
Smith: Grey lives!
Hood: But...is...is he like a zombie?
Smith: Not sure...all I can say is that he’s, apparently, the legal man!
~Ricky shakes it off...he runs toward the ropes and jumps off the second rope for To The Top!!! But Madison ducks and catches Ricky on his shoulders!!! He tosses Ricky up and catches him on the way down, throwing him back with a german suplex!!!! It’s END GAME!!! He bridges for the pin! But, no count comes. Madison releases Ricky and pops to his feet, questioning Scruff...Scruff points to the very zombie-looking Sebastian Grey, heading Madison’s way~
Smith: Madison had the pin...but Grey is the legal man, not Ricky.
Hood: Can Sebastian rise from the proverbial dead and win this thing?
Smith: I don’t know...he looks terrible.
Hood: Looks like a fraternity dude on his 21st birthday.
~Ricky rolls out of the ring and falls to the floor. Chris braces for whatever Grey might throw his way. Bash throws a very wild, lazy, sloppy right hand. Madison boots him in the gut and grabs Bash by the head...he hooks a front face lock...quickly he takes him down and seamlessly locks Bash in a Peruvian Neck Tie!!! Scruff dives in, checking on Bash. He looks he gauges...he flies to his feet and throws his arms at the time keeper. The bell rings!!! The crowd goes wild~
Smith: Did Grey give up?
Hood: I think he’s out...again!
Smith: Holy smokes.
Hood: Guy should have stayed down, I suppose.
Smith: Well, you have to give him a hand...that’s some kind of fighting spirit.
~Daniels enters the ring. Madison releases the hold upon hearing the bell. The two men throw their hands in the air~
Belvedere: Here are your winners...and the first team moving on to the MIX finals...BRETT DANIELS & CHRIS MADISON!!!!!
Smith: This team started out as the favorites and now they are one step away from fulfilling the gambling prophecy.
Hood: Nobody knows more than the odds makers, Smith. Nobody.
~Madison and Daniels exit. Daniels grabs a couple of beers from the cooler, handing one to Chris before snatching the cooler off the ground. They make their way up the ramp. Upon reaching the stage, they stare at The Golden Age. Chris looks eager to introduce himself. Thad leans back, eyeing Madison. Daniels gets in Chris’ way, talking him down. Madison lingers for a bit before taking a sip of beer and exiting through the curtain with his partner, ready to celebrate victory~
Smith: A tense moment there. I don’t think Chris Madison appreciated Thad and his crew interrupting their match.
Hood: Nope...but it’s Thad...he’s the king. You can’t question the king.
Smith: Oh, I think Thad would have his hands plenty full if Madison decided to give him his full attention.
Hood: Well he’d have to be signed for that to happen and, as you know, we aren’t accepting applications!
Smith: If you say so…
~Back inside the ring, OCW medics are tending to Sebastian Grey. As they do, Ricky looks on. Holding the back of his head from the German, Ricky decides to exit ringside...his time in the MIX has come to an end...his partnership with Bash is over...so, he’s outta here. He makes his way up the ramp and exits through the curtain~
Smith: And that is apparently that when it comes to the team of Ricky Rodriguez and Sebastian Grey.
Hood: Yea, maybe. But what is Ricky supposed to do, get in there, grab Grey by the head and cry out “SEBASTIANNNNNN!!!” The run is over, he’s got shit to do.
Smith: I mean, I guess. I hope Grey is okay.
Hood: Well, he’s apparently still breathing...so there’s that.
~Back atop the stage. With the trio playing Strip Go-Fish, Ross just lost his shirt and of course, the ladies in the crowd scream, causing Ross to blush a little bit. Thad has so far only lost his suit jacket. Ian Dream has lost both his shoes and his shirt.~
“Got a 7?”
~Thad asks Ian~
“And laying down a 3 and a 4 at the same time doesn't count.”
~Ross chimes in~
“Go fish.”
~Ian says while shooting a smile at Thad~
“God dammit.”
~Thad replies while taking off his shirt, causing the screeching girls again~
“HEY!”
~Thad yells out to the fans~
“I still fucking hate you!”
~Confirms the Lionheart as we cut back to Cheasy in the Piledriver Studio~
Cheasy M: Whew, man...what a match. Sebastian Grey was eliminated at the start and Ricky Rodriguez was never able to recover. Brett Daniels and Chris Madison move on to face the winner of tonight’s main event...which will air in just a few moments!
~The camera cuts. Cheasy adjusts~
Cheasy M: And how about The Golden Age? Just showing up to play STRIP GO-FISH on the stage during the match? A blatant show of disrespect. Something Chris Madison was NOT happy about.
~Cheasy shakes his head~
Cheasy M: Those three are treading upon dangerous ground. I can’t imagine Dolly Waters will enjoy the tomfoolery when she shows up for tonight’s main event.
~Cheasy sighs~
Cheasy M: Alright! Let’s cut to another commercial break and, when we return, an updated look at the OCW rankings PLUS tonight’s Main Event! Piledriver concludes when we return! Stick around!
~We cut away~
~ We cut backstage to see Mike Zybala walking through the halls holding something under his arm. We can't see it too clearly. He eventually gets to a door and stops. Zybala raises his free hand and knocks on the door. A moment passes before the door opens and there stands Jonathan Barrows. He scowls when he sees who disturbed whatever he was doing. Taking a nap or plotting world domination. We don't know, not do we judge. Zybala looks at Barrows and tries to remain passive. ~
Zybala: Jonathan. How are ya' now?
Barrows: Mike, listen, I have a lot going on right now, so…
~ Barrows tries to shut the door, but Zybala has it braced just perfectly. ~
Zybala: it will only take a minute.
~ Zybala lifts up the object and hands it over to Barrows. We see that it's the Outsider's Hall of Famer award. ~
Zybala: I just want you to give that to Peter. Despite everything going on between all of us, I still think he's earned and deserves that award.
Barrows: Where’d you find this? I thought the crowd ran off with it!
~ Zybala shrugs.~
Zybala: I have my ways. It also doesn't hurt that the same fans show up to every show. All it took was a little patience and a little cash…
~ Barrows takes the plaque, rubbing at a few marks it now has on it. Considering it ended up in an Outsiders crowd, it could be in far worse condition. ~
Barrows: Look, Mike… Peter’s not in the greatest frame of mind right now. That, plus the injuries from the fall last week… well, he’s not great. I’ll be sure to get him this, it might make him feel a little better. But honestly, I don’t know anymore…
~ Barrows shakes his head, for a moment showing his own uncertainty at the current situation. ~
Barrows: Peter… he’s a great champion. And I think… if we can work past some stuff… he can get to the top. But he can’t be the man he was in Outsiders or the GCWA. Maybe he’s gone a little too far lately… but the man you knew is gone…
Zybala: Maybe, maybe not. Maybe it didn't have to come to this. Maybe if he got the recognition I told you that he deserved back then, he wouldn't be kidnapping children. Maybe if he got a few GCWA awards…. Who knows. That's all in the past. When you see him, tell him I wish him a speedy recovery. Maybe when he gets better we can "work past some stuff." I'll let you get back to your business. Give your family my regards.
~ Zybala turns and gives a wave as he walks away. Barrows looks a bit annoyed at the remarks. He stares at the Outsiders plaque once more before slowly shutting the door. God only knows if Vaughn will get it back or not. ~
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
~We return to the Piledriver Studio. Cheasy looks eager to continue~
Cheasy M: And we're back! Alright, let's check out this week's Standings report!
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Cheasy M: And, the inevitable has happened...Thad has caught the top tier of OCW...he's locked with Outcast. At this point, it seems only a matter of time until Thaddeus stands at the top of this list.
~Cheasy continues viewing the rankings~
Cheasy M: Ian Dream and Ross Hanson both make big jumps. The Golden Age continues to tear through professional wrestling. A nice bump for Matthew Knox. Supreme Machine, Toast, and Carrington all make their debuts...so, all in all, an interesting week in the rankings. These will, no doubt, receive a massive shake up post-Under the Lights.
~The rankings disappear~
Cheasy M: Alright! You guys ready for the main event? I know I am! Let's head down to ringside and find out who will face Brett Daniels and Chris Madison in the MIX Finals next week...TO THE RING!
~We cut away~
~Returning to the live feed inside the Arena, we see that the card table is still set up. The Golden Age continue to entertain themselves. Ian has run the table. Aside from his shirt and shoes, he’s fully dressed while both Ross and Thad are down to their skin tight nut hugging shorts… because sex sells. Having just beat the socks off of Ian, Ross and Thad nod at each other while Ian is distracted by removing his apparel~
“We gotta switch it up.”
~Thad says to Ross~
“Emergency protocol?”
~Ross asks and Thad nods in agreement.
“2 of clubs?”
~Ross asks Ian and Ian tosses the card at Ross with a sigh.
“How’d you guess the suit!?”
~Ross smiles but doesn’t answer. Unbeknownst to Ian, the boom mic operator is giving both Thad and Ross hand signals.
“Lucky guess.”
~Ross replies, trying hard to stifle his own laughter as Thad eyeballs the boom operator a second. Ian retakes his seat.
“King of hearts baby!”
~Thad calls out. Ian sighs almost immediately as he tosses the card at Thad then stands up and starts to remove his pants. The ladies in the crowd again screech out in approval as he starts lowering his pants. The reaction causes Ian to pull his pants back up and Ross and Thad to laugh hysterically at him.
“Take ‘em off baby!”
~Ross cries out in laughter as Ian relents and removes his pants causing many cheers that slowly turn to boo’s as Ian reveals his swim trunks underneath instead of his boxers shorts.
“It’s like I suddenly decided to forget how to play this heckin’ game!”
~Ian exclaims.
“Oh come on!”
~Ross protests.
“What kind of weirdo wears swim trunks all the time!?”
~Thad asks Ian through his laughter.
“A heckin prepared weirdo.”
~Ian replies with a smile as we fade to ringside again. Belvedere stands in the ring, shaking his head~
Smith: And strip Go-Fish rages on.
Hood: Guys are getting naked, Smith. I’m not sure I’d throw the term ‘raging’ around.
Smith: Why?
Hood: Ugh, nevermind.
Smith: Anyway...hopefully the next four competitors can ignore their juvenile behavior and focus on what really matters...a ticket into the MIX finals!
Semi-Final Match
Bam Miller & LC Pinkston vs. Dolly Waters & Hector Malvado
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen...it is now time for our Main Event of the evening!
~The crowd goes wild! “MIX! MIX! MIX!” If there were some wrestler named Mix he’d be the most over guy in the company right now~
Belvedere: The winning team will advance into next week’s Mix finals! Introducing first…
~“Cruzin” by The Kottonmouth Kings hits! A strong ovation for the two-move wonder, LC Pinkston. His popularity is growing with each and every move he pulls off inside the ring. Pinkston emerges from behind the curtain with more confidence than Matt Meyhu on a Pay Per View Sunday. The Golden Age halt their game, eyeing the luckiest 'wrestler' alive. He pays them no attention, save a middle finger aimed in their direction. The Golden Age blows it off while returning to their game. LC struts down the ramp, head held high..his long arms in rhythm with his feet. We’d call it a McGregor strut, but that wouldn’t do it justice. He reaches the ring and rolls in under the bottom rope, popping to his feet...a strong ovation from the fans. An “LC!” chant hits our ears for the first time~
Belvedere: From Placentia, California...standing 6’2 and weighing in at 195lbs...he performed one move in the first round...two moves in the second round...can he hit three tonight? We’re going to find out...he is...LC Pinkston!!!
~The ovation remains strong for LC. No One Will Survive by CFO$ hits! Huge ovation as the grittier of the two, Bam Miller makes his way to the ring. He bursts through the curtain. He marches right past The Golden Age as if they don't exist and swaggers down the ramp, rotating his shoulders, and swiveling his head around. The man is eager for a fight. He rushes up the steps and enters through the ropes, slapping LC on the back before finding a corner and stepping on the middle buckle, acknowledging the Key West psychos. “BAM! BAM! BAM!” they respond~
Belvedere: And, his tag team partner...from Detroit, Michigan...standing 6’3 and weighing in at 225lbs...Bam Miller!!
Smith: And there they are, Hood! The team of Bam Miller and LC Pinkston!
Hood: Yea, yea, I see them.
Smith: Look, I know you’re not thrilled to be working on a Wednesday SLASH Tuesday...but make the best of it.
Hood: I’m trying. Thankfully this is the last match.
Belvedere: And, their opponents…
~"Si Señor" by Control Machete blasts throughout the OCW Arena! Hector Malvado walks through the curtain. He stands atop the ramp, looking out toward the fans. They seem to be happy to see him. He’s done nothing to draw their ire. His eyes land on The Golden Age. He just kinda stares at them, curiously. They pause their game, to see if he's gonna do anything. But, Hector shrugs makes his way down the ramp...a fan leans over, trying to get an autograph~
Smith: Some lucky fan is about to go home happy!
Hood: Yea, that poster is going to see its value double.
Smith: Bringing it to?
Hood: $0
~Hector signs the fan’s poster. The fan goes wild and yells, “THANKS VICTOR!” Hector freaks out and rips the poster up. This causes the crowd to boo him. He covers his ears and hustles toward ringside~
Belvedere: From anywhere on the planet EXCEPT MEXICO...he is one half of the Malvado Brothers. Maintaining a perpetual blood alcohol level due to his genetic connection with Paco...he is Hector Malvado!!
Smith: Hector finding a way to turn these fans against him.
Hood: They got his fuckin name wrong...and he’s supposed to be the bad guy?
Smith: He ripped that fan’s poster, Hood!
Hood: That poster sucked...it had Victor on it...and we all know Victor is a loser.
Belvedere: And, his tag team partner…
~The crowd pops for Dolly. She’s made quite the impression on the OCW audience during her brief stint. Plus, that entrance video goes the extra mile in winning the fence sitters over. Dolly appears from behind the curtain. She stops atop the ramp and turns, staring at Thad. Thad puts his hand down and gives Dolly his attention. It gets real tense, real fast~
Smith: Uh oh.
Hood: Dolly may not make it to the ring, Smith.
Smith: She's tough...but Thad, Ross, AND Ian...I don't think she could overcome those odds.
Hood: Plus, they've got playing cards.
Smith: What does that even mean?
Hood: You tell me.
Smith: Shut up.
~Dolly's fists are clenched. She's clearly emotional...anger running through her body. Hector sprints up the apron, he puts his arm around her, trying to clear her head. The Golden Age appear ready to throw down, if the situation reaches that point. Hector says, "Mix! MIX!" The fans begins to chant "DOLLY AGUAS!" Hector tugs on Dolly...she closes her eyes, swallows whatever emotions is pushing her toward attacking the trio of card players, and shakes it off. She walks down the ramp with Hector as her escort. Thad smirks. The trio resume their lewd game of Go-Fish~
Belvedere: From Frankfurt, Kentucky...standing 5’5 and weighing in at 120lbs...Dolly Waters!!!
Smith: Whew, that was a close one! Happy to see Dolly AGUAS come to her senses!
Hood: Aguas? The fuck, is she Peruvian? I thought it said she was from that broke ass state Kentucky.
Smith: She isn’t Peruvian!
Hood: Colombian? Her father some big drug king pin? Does that explain this big push and that cushy titantron that shows her catching fish and playing with dogs?
Smith: NO! Aguas means waters in Spanish! It’s team bonding!
Hood: You mean water isn’t watera in spanish?
Smith: No, Hood. It’s not.
Hood: Well fuck
~A few words of encouragement perk Hector right up. The duo ascend the steps and reach the apron, staring across the ring at LC and Bam. Belvedere exits. Scruff is left in the ring. The bell sounds. LC acts like he wants at it...but Bam holds him back, “Take it easy, LC. Let me start this one out.” LC nods, saying, “Okay, but I’d totally fuck them up if you weren’t holding me back.” Bam nods, “I know, LC. I know.” LC takes the apron. Dolly and Hector exchange some non-verbal communicado before Dolly leaps over the top rope and into the ring. The crowd pops~
Smith: And here we go! Dolly kicking things off against Bam!
Hood: She’s lucky. LC was about to fuck her up.
Smith: I doubt that.
Hood: Hey, didn’t LC get married or something?
Smith: I may have heard something about that.
~Dolly and Bam circle each other...looking to find an opening. Dolly nears LC. He swats at her and laughs. Dolly stands up straight...she spins around and SMACKS LC with a roaring elbow!!! LC flies off the apron and crashes HARD into the barricade!! A mixed reaction from the fans. Bam charges forward, squashing Dolly in the corner with a splash!! He steps back and repeatedly chops Dolly in the chest...each chop echoing further into the OCW Arena’s rafters~
Smith: In a weird way...LC’s tactic worked.
Hood: Ugly but effective...just like masturbation.
Smith: Okay, that’s enough.
~Bam whips Dolly out of the corner...she sprints forward. He charges behind her. Dolly jumps up onto the middle buckle. She leaps off and spins around, over Bam, taking him over with a Sunset Flip!! Bam kicks out before Scruff can make a count. They pop to their feet...Bam throws a big boot...but Dolly ducks...she charges toward the ropes, springboards off the middle rope with a reverse cross body...but Bam catches her!! He turns around, facing the camera...he falls back, tossing Dolly over with a Fallaway Slam! Dolly hits hard, arching her back in pain. Hector grabs his mask, feeling the impact~
Smith: So far Bam’s been a step ahead of Dolly Aguas.
Hood: The Peruvian Princess
Smith: Again, it’s Spanish for Waters.
Hood: You think the people of Frankfurt will be happy she’s adopted a foreign last name?
Smith: I dare not speculate about the minds of people within the bluegrass state.
~Bam waits for Dolly to get to her feet. She uses the ropes for leverage. Dolly stands...Miller charges forward with a Knee Trigger...but Dolly backs out of the way!! Bam whiffs and gets caught in the ropes! Dolly makes the tag! Hector leaps over the top rope, into the match. Dolly hits the mat and slides under the bottom rope, onto the apron to recover. Bam gets out of the ropes and is immediately run over via a latino lariat! He fights back to his feet only to get taken over again! Miller struggles to his feet once more...this time he’s taken over via a side headlock!! Hector wrenches Bam’s head, wearing him down in the center of the ring~
Smith: Hector Malvado is looking strong! He hasn’t skipped a beat since being separated from Victor.
Hood: Tells you how loyal that guy is. “Oh, you mean I can’t team with my brother whom I’ve known all my life? COOL NO PROBLEM”
Smith: He’s making the best of an awkward situation.
Hood: Somebody never taught Hector that bros come before hos.
~Knowing he needs to get out of his predicament before too much energy is squeezed from his reserves, Bam fights to his feet. He shoves Hector off, into the ropes. But Hector reverses!! Bam hits the ropes, but holds onto the top. Hector charges in...Bam ducks and lifts Hector over the top and to the apron!! Malvado lands on his feet. Bam turns around and drills Malvado with a straight right hand!! Hector leans back, holding onto the top rope. Bam takes a few steps back and runs forward with a Knee Trigger!!! Hector flies off the apron. LC, on his feet and recovering, looks up and sees Hector flying at him...he spins around to protect himself...in doing so, he smacks Hector in the face with a back elbow!!! Malvado crumbles to the floor, out. The crowd goes wild...they chant ‘ANOTHER MOVE!!’ LC looks up and checks out his elbow...its red and irritated...he shows it off to the crowd to a HUGE ovation. “LC! LC!” chants fill the OCW Arena~
Smith: LC with another move!! He’s up to one in this match!
Hood: Geezus. And Victor is the SHITTY Malvado? Paco should never breed again.
Smith: Harsh, man. Victor and Hector are great competitors! LC’s luck is just...well, it’s unrivaled right now.
~Bam yells at LC, “Great job, LC! Now, get his ass back in here!” LC struggles getting Hector up...but, he does. He tosses him, sloppily, into the ring. LC looks up and holds two fingers up, instead of one. The crowd murmurs. Bam shakes his head, ‘no’. “Sorry, LC, but that isn’t a move.” LC nods, understandably. He turns to head for his corner...but, as he does, he’s taken down by a flying Dolly!! Dolly leaps off the steps with a Thesz Press!! She lands on top of LC and begins pummeling him with forearm shots!! Bam turns, checking out the unexpected action...Hector crawls up behind him and rolls him up for a pin! Scruff slides in~
1!
2!
KICK OUT!
Smith: Miller kicks out! Malvado nearly stole this one!
Hood: From performing a wrestling move to nearly costing your team the match...the highs and lows of pro wrestling.
Smith: Have to give it to Dolly...she understood the momentum was shifting and did something about it.
Hood: I don’t have to give that Peruvian witch anything!
~Hector is to his feet first. Bam meets him there and gets a boot to the gut for being tardy. Hector hooks him for a snap suplex but Miller slams a few stiff punches into Hector’s ribcage. Malvado falters...his grip weakens, Bam quickly reverses the grip and drops Hector face first into the mat with a Double Arm DDT!! The fans pop! Dolly looks up, spotting Hector in trouble. She gets off LC, who is moaning and slowly rolling around, in pain. She hustles around the ring, back to her team’s corner~
Smith: Look at the awareness! Dolly back in position for the tag...should Hector need to make one!
Hood: Oh for fuck’s sake. What’d she do...say hi to you backstage or something?
Smith: Of course not...I just admire the skill and acumen.
Hood: Bullshit. You NEVER spoke that way about Meyhu.
Smith: That’s because he is a vile, arrogant manchild!
~Bam reaches his feet. Hector tries to get up, but he stomps him in the back, flattening him out, face down. Miller looks over the top rope at LC...he’s still down, groaning. Bam goes back after Hector. He yanks Malvado up and whips him into a corner...Hector slams, HARD. He stumbles forward...Bam grabs him and tosses him over with an overhead belly-to-belly! Hector slides across the mat, near Dolly! The fans rise, expecting the tag...but Bam flies into view with a KNEE TRIGGER, sending Dolly off the apron, to the floor. The fans sigh. Bam grabs Hector and drags him back into the center of the ring. He thinks about a pin...but decides on doing more damage. He pulls Malvado up and looks to drop him with another DDT...a regular DDT. Hector, not wanting to get dropped on his head again, fights Bam off and spins him around...Miller spins, reaches back, grabs Malvado by the head and drops him with a Diamond Cutter!!!! The crowd leaps to their feet!! Bam makes the cover! Scruff slides in~
1!
2!
3...NO!
Smith: Hector kicked out!
Hood: Wasn’t that Bam’s finisher?
Smith: No, that’s a modification of Bam’s finisher. Miller Time is a stunner, not a cutter.
Hood: Geezus, like there’s a difference.
Smith: There is!
~Bam slaps the mat, frustrated. But, Hector is barely moving. He’s still got quite the edge. Back on his feet, Miller pulls Hector up by the bottom of his mask. Malvado reaches his feet, stumbling. Bam unloads a straight right hand to Hector’s forehead. Malvado staggers like a non-mexican person under the influence of too much tequila. Bam kicks him in the gut and spins around for Miller Time!!! Hector headbutts Bam in the back of the head!! Malvado jumps up, wraps his legs around Bam’s head and takes him over backwards with a reverse hurricanrana!!!! Bam this hard and winds up face down on the mat!! Malvado is down, too! The crowd leaps to their feet, going wild!!!~
Smith: Holy smokes! What a reversal by Hector Malvado!
Hood: Take that, Victor!
Smith: I’m sure Victor could have done the same. Regardless, both men are down and their partners are nowhere to be found!
Hood: Quit with the rhyming. It’s throwing off my timing.
Smith: *glares*
~LC throws his arms onto the apron, sluggishly rising to one knee. He sees Bam down and competition kicks in. His partner needs him. He drags himself onto the apron and pulls himself to the corner. He eventually pulls himself to his feet. On the other side, Dolly is leaning against the apron, holding her chin from the earlier Knee Trigger. She looks up at the OCWTron to see Bam crawling for LC. Hector remains down. She fights through the pain and runs forward, hopping onto the apron and popping to her feet. She stomps and yells for Hector to make the tag~
Smith: Bam is crawling for the tag! But, Hector remains down.
Hood: Victor has CURSED Hector. It’s the MALVADO curse. Hector is finished.
Smith: There’s no such thing.
~The crowd, seeing Hector lifeless on the mat, decide to help him out. Bam draws closer to LC. The crowd starts to chant for Hector. They begin a very loud, very wrong chant of “VICTOR! VICTOR! VICTOR!” Hector’s head shoots up. His eyes are wide. “PUTAS!” he yells, flying to his feet via the strongest push up in Mexi-err-latino history!!! Bam makes the tag. LC enters. Hector dives forward and tags Dolly! HUGE ovation! Dolly leaps into the ring over the top rope and runs at LC. LC puts both hands up, trying to stop her but its no use, she cuts him in half with a spear!! The fans chant “AGUAS! AGUAS!”~
Smith: Dolly and LC are the legal competitors and, well, I feel bad for LC.
Hood: Hey, if he can survive a donkey show in mexico...he can handle Kentucky’s twelfth best wrestler.
Smith: I’d like to find out where you got that number.
Hood: Oh it was from some wrestling journalist on the twatter.
~LC shoves Dolly off him. He’s fighting for his life. He reaches for the ropes, scrambling to his feet. Bam is down, on the apron, recovering. Dolly is relentless...she drills him with a forearm to the face. He’s staggered. She whips him off the ropes...LC reverses...Dolly grabs LC’s head and uses her momentum to leap into the air and smash him into the mat with a Facebuster!!! LC grabs his face and rolls around, kicking his legs. Waters pops back to her feet...”DOLLY AGUAS! DOLLY AGUAS!” The fans are behind her~
Smith: It appears LC’s luck has run out!
Hood: Damnit...Kentucky ruins everything!
Smith: Plenty of great things come from Kentucky...KFC, The Wildcats, Whiskey, Bluegrass, Thoroughbreds, and Dolly AGUAS.
Hood: Only one of those is great and it ain’t Dolly whateverthefuck
~Pinkston crawls around...it appears he’s blinded by the facebuster. He reaches out, feeling something...it’s Dolly’s feet. She pulls her right foot down and STOMPS on his hand! LC yells out, trying to free his hand. Dolly snares his free hand, spins around, hooks it, grabs his head and applies ROLLING WATERS!!! The crowd is on their feet, anticipating a tap out!! Hector, on his feet, jumps up and down, excited. Bam looks over, seated on the apron...he pulls himself up, fearing defeat. “DON’T TAP, LC! DON’T TAP!!” LC’s eyes are wide...the pain is shooting through his body...it’s unlike any pain he’s ever felt...minus that time Adi Gold rejected him. Dolly leans back, she’s got the hold in, deep~
Smith: LC’s in bad shape! This could be it!
Hood: Don’t tap, LC! Even if it would give you a second wrestling move tonight...wait, is tapping a wrestling move?
Smith: ...maybe?
Hood: Ah, whatever. DON’T TAP, LC!
~It’s too much. LC can’t handle it. He isn’t ready for this type of pain. Bam recognizes the plight. Their run is nearing its end. He sizes Scruff up and takes a gamble...Miller enters the ring and knees Dolly in the back of the head!!! The fans BOOO!! Scruff rushes over, “HEY!” Bam throws his hands up. Scruff pushes him into a corner. The hold has been released. Dolly falls to her side, holding the back of her head. LC rolls away. Hector enters the ring to a pop. He runs toward Bam, shoving Scruff out of the way. The two men begin to brawl~
Smith: Disqualify him, Scruff! That’s blatant cheating!
Hood: Loose rules in the MIX, Smith. AND I LOVE IT
Smith: I get that...but that one move could single handily alter the entire tournament!
Hood: Oh well, haha
~Bam is against the ropes, fighting off an enraged Hector. Hector clotheslines Bam...Bam holds on and both men go over the top, to the outside. Hector takes the fall worse than Bam. LC is seated in a corner, his entire body screaming with pain. Dolly reaches her feet, holding her head...she shakes off the pain. Her eyes locate LC. She hurries his way...he tries begging her off...but she runs through that and delivers two knees into his face. In the background, we spot Bam back onto the apron. He struggles to his feet into his team’s corner. Dolly pulls LC up and whips him across the ring~
Smith: Dolly’s back in control! My gosh, she’s something!
Hood: Yea, she’s something alright.
~Waters sprints behind LC. He stops just short of running front first into the corners. Dolly runs right into his back...he grabs her by the head, runs up the buckles, flips over and drops her with HOMEWARD BOUND!!!!! The crowd leaps to their feet, “OH SHIT!!!” Dolly is down. Bam yells, “PIN HER!” LC holds up two fingers. Bam nods, “YES, THAT’S TWO, NOW PIN HER!”~
Smith: Bam is SCREAMING for LC to make the cover.
Hood: Yea, don’t look a gift horse in the mouth...which is an apropos metaphor given Dolly is from Kentucky.
Smith: I...I guess.
~LC struggles to his feet. Dolly is down. Bam again, pleads with LC, “PIN HER!” But LC is heading for the corner. He climbs to the top. Bam looks on in suspense. Scruff looks on in suspense. The guy who drove them from the airport looks on in suspense, sticking his fingers in his mouth. LC turns his back to Dolly and holds up THREE FINGERS~
Smith: He’s going for his Moonsault! Placentia Born
Hood: The three move man! Let’s go, LC!
~Pinkston jumps off! He doesn’t get much height. His form is totally shitty. He comes down...and he EATS TWO KNEES INTO THE GUT!! LC rolls around, holding his abdomen in pain!!! Bam buries his face in the top buckle, overcome with disappointment. Dolly remains down. LC reaches one knee, holding his gut. His eyes seem to be apologizing to Bam. Miller reaches out, “It’s okay, LC. Tag me, bro! I got this!” LC nods, crawling his way~
Smith: LC feels bad...and I can’t blame him. He took it one move too far.
Hood: Sooo...2 and a half?
Smith: Yes, we’ll give him two and a half.
Hood: That’s okay...Bam’s gonna clean this shit up. That’s why these two work so well as a team
~Pinkston tags Bam into the match!! Dolly is on one knee, struggling. Bam goes right after her...but he stops. He looks down...Hector’s got his foot! Miller stumbles to one knee. He looks at Scruff. Scruff shrugs as if to say, “Turnabout is fairplay!” Bam tries to get his foot free but Dolly pops up and drills him with RUNNING WATERS!! Miller’s body tilts...Waters takes him over from his knees into a small package. Scruff slides in~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings! The fans go wild~
Belvedere: Here are your winners...the team of DOLLY WATERS & HECTOR MALVADO!!!!!
Smith: She did it! Dolly did it!
Hood: SON OF A BITCH
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Smith: She’s going to the finals with Hector Malvado! What a performance!
Hood: Hector fuckin cheated, man!
Smith: So did Bam...Scruff let both rule breaks go. Fair and balanced, if you ask me.
Hood: GERT DERM IT
~Dolly exits the ring where she’s embraced by Hector! The duo appear extremely happy and relieved to be moving on. They head up the ramp...the fans belt a strong “DOLLY AGUAS!” chant. Hector doesn’t mind that the majority of the crowd is showering support toward his partner. It’s a joyous moment. Meanwhile, inside the ring. LC stumbles through the ropes and heads toward his partner, Bam~
Smith: Tremendous effort from those two. I don’t think anybody thought they’d make it out of the first round, let alone into the semis.
Hood: So-fucking-close. It’s a travesty. This is a national tragedy, Smith.
Smith: Let’s not get ridiculous, Hood.
Hood: I blame SuMa. They aren’t recovered from his attack.
Smith: That was one week ago!
Hood: And Mexico. I blame Mexico!
Smith: There is nothing to blame. They fought hard and came up just shy of victory.
Hood: But they aren’t the biggest losers tonight
Smith: What do you mean?
Hood: I think somebody is about to get NAKED
Smith: Oh for pete’s sake. I’d forgotten about those numskulls and their card game.
~We cut back to the top of the stage where the card game reaches a climax~
“How bout a Jack?”
~Ian asks Thad. Thaddeus fingers through his cards all slow and dramatic like. Feeling his “stay of execution,” Ian smiles wide.
“Don’t have one afterall, Ian. GO FISH!”
“Oh heck.”
~Ian says as panic starts to build.
“Heck, heck hecK heCK hECK… HECK!!!”
~Ian’s panic has now reached critical mass as he unsteadily begins to stand from the chair.
“What’s the matter buddy?”
~Ross asks Ian.
“I don’t have anything left to take off!”
~Ross and Thad quietly laugh to each other.
“You know the rules, Ian. Go fish, take something off.”
~Thad reminds Ian.
“I know, I know.”
~Ian says as he stands up. The ladies screech their approval while Thad and Ross burst out in laughter.
“WHAT’S SO HECKIN’ FUNNY!?”
~Ian shouts out as Thad and Ross can barely contain themselves.
“Bro…”
~Ross tries to tell him, but can’t finish.
“Your dicks out.”
~Thad goes in for the kill. Ian shoves himself back into his shorts, earning himself some boo’s from the ladies.
“HECKIN EVIL SUPER VILLAIN!”
~Ian calls out to the crowd.
“You gotta do it bro, thems the rules!”
~Ross reminds Ian again. With a sigh, Ian relents and begins to slide his shorts down to more shrieks from the crowd.
~Fresh off her match, Dolly appears on stage and grabs Thad by his hair and yanks backward. This turn of events cancels the removal of Dreamboat’s shorts.
“Hey Dolly.”
~Thad says to Waters, looking up at her with his hair still in her hand.
“Adi tell you I like it rough?”
~Thad asks.
“Real cute.”
~Dolly replies.
“Ian put yer clothes on. Yer friends are fuckin’ with ya. Boom operator’s been givin’ ‘em hand signals.”
~She informs Ian.
“Buzzkill.”
~Thad replies to her, still she has a handful of his hair.
“You wanted to talk… let’s talk… be at Savage on Saturday.”
~She finally lets go of his hair and makes her exit. Thad shakes his head, his hair looks great, as always. We cut back to the ring~
Smith: I hope she gives him what for on Saturday!
Hood: Yea, I don’t see that happening.
Smith: A guy can hope, can’t he?
~LC and Bam are in the ring. Bam shakes off Running Waters. He looks at LC. Pinkston struggles to his feet and extends his hand. Bam takes it, getting pulled to his feet. The two men share a moment of respect. The crowd claps, fully behind their effort and camaraderie~
Smith: The MIX can create friends and enemies. It appears these two have become friends. Something that is GREAT to see.
Hood: Yea, I surprisingly happy end to an OCW show.
Smith: I know, right. Maybe things are changing around…
~The lights go out~
Smith: Nevermind
Hood: Ohhhh shit.
~People freak out. A few women and high pitched men scream. Was Ian one of them? We'll never know. The lights come back on a SuMa is standing in the ring. LC and Bam spot him via the OCWTron. He’s behind them. They turn around and SuMA reaches for their throats...but they fight back! Bam and LC throw rights and lefts at SuMa, staggering him into the ropes...the fans are shocked~
Smith: They were ready!
Hood: Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.
Smith: Indeed!
~LC and Bam try to shoot SuMa off the ropes, but he shoves them back, charges forward and drops them both with a double clothesline! He reaches down, grabs both men by the throat and plucks them off the mat. SuMA hoists both men up...he holds them in the air for a few seconds before DRILLING them into the mat. The fans pop. The undefeated monster. The former Savage Champion stands over the two fallen warriors. His chest rises and falls with deep, aggressive breaths. A ‘SUMA’ chant starts...these fans are hungry to see this man compete inside an OCW ring again~
Smith: SuMa making another statement tonight! He’s back and he’ll be at Under the Lights!
Hood: Pouring salt in LC and Bam’s wounds, man. He’s already making enemies. I like it!
Smith: Nothing intimidates that man. Never has. Never will.
~We get one final shot of SuMa’s hulking figure standing in the ring, over Bam and LC with the fans going wild over his second appearance inside the ring. We then fade out and back into the OCW Studio where Cheasy is gobsmacked~
Cheasy M: Wow...a brief glimpse of a naked Ian Dream...who apparently sucks at Go Fish. An epic match between four GAME competitors. Dolly Waters and Hector Malvado advancing to face Brett Daniels and Chris Madison in the MIX finals. And...Supreme Machine returns again to continue his torment of LC Pinkston and Bam Miller. So much to unwrap and, well, we're just about out of time.
~Cheasy leans in, listening to something~
Cheasy M: Wait, I'm told we've got something developing backstage.
~We cut backstage. It's LIVE. Dolly and Hector are celebrating. Several OCW staff members are around, congratulating the duo. Then, from down the hall, Victor Malvado approaches. Hector stops and greets his brother...but Victor continues walking and throws an aggressive shoulder into Hector, knocking him off balance. Hector stumbles into the wall...Dolly reaches out, steadying her partner. She looks on as if to say, "What's HIS problem?" The mood is dampened as Victor vanishes down the hallway. We cut back to Cheasy~
Cheasy M: Drama in the Malvado family tree. Victor is NOT a happy camper. How will he feel if Hector wins the MIX with Dolly? We may find out one week from tonight.
~The ending music begins to play~
Cheasy M: And that does it for this week's Piledriver! We'll be back next week with the MIX finals! Plus, Leo will run down the Championship promos...and, we'll wrap things up as we head into Under the Lights! See you guys next week!
~We fade out~