Wednesday, September 1st, 2021
Taped from the OCW Studio
Episode #16
~We fade into the OCW Studio with the Piledriver setting. It doesn’t look as nice as usual...in fact, several items seem to be missing. Cheasy, however, remains jovial as usual...seated behind his desk, tapping a pen to the groovy beat as the lights turn up and the show begins~
Cheasy M: Hello again everyone and welcome to another episode of Wednesday Night Piledriver! I’m your host, Cheasy M and boy oh boy do we have some stuff to get to tonight!
~Cheasy reads a special bulletin~
Cheasy M: Before we get started...I must announce that The Golden Age had planned on being here tonight, but they are currently in Atanta at Warfare. Best of luck to them!
~The camera cuts. Cheasy adjusts~
Cheasy M: Tonight we’ll preview Under the Lights. We’ll get an updated look at the Rankings. Leo will hit us with reviews of the championship promos. The Margarita Mix finals will air...and we’ll hit you with some news that’s going to change OCW moving forward.
~Cheasy pauses, staring into the camera~
Cheasy M: Which we’ll get to momentarily...but first...an apology was promised, right? RIGHT! Jason Cashe MUST apologize to Lexi Gold if he wants to secure a roster spot in OCW...so, how about we get right to that? A Jason Cashe apology...a first ever in pro wrestling...right here, at OCW!
Cashe: I'm saaawr.. Damnit, I gotta do this right.
~Taking a deep breath, Jason Cashe is standing outside in the hallway backstage. Practicing saying 'sorry' before he goes into the meeting with Who're and Lexi.~
Cashe: I'm sorr-eeehhh.. It's now or never!
~Putting on a front of full confidence, he walks to the left of the hallway. Another deep breath is taken before he opens and enters the Conference Room.~
Who're: Oh sweetie, you're going to be great here!
Lexi Gold: Than--
~Both of the women turn as Cashe enters the room. Their faces stained with a disturbed look. Among them were also the ladies of DiVersity. Ladies was putting it nicely. Cashe nodded and smiled a grin at everyone before saying something that killed his greeting.~
Cashe: What the hell is that?
~His pointing finger was pointed at Lexi Gold. In her hands and wrapped around one of her arms was a Snake. An alive one.~
Lexi Gold: It's a snake, it's my Baby. Her name is Shhindy.. Get it? She looks just like me doesn't she?
Cashe: I know what it is, what is it doing here?
~Extending her arm towards him.~
Lexi Gold: Do you want to hold her?
~He doesn't answer verbally. Instead his head shakes from left to right as he moves to the opposite side of the large table.~
Who're: Let's take a seat and get this started.
~The three of them take a seat at the table. Cashe on one side, near the end of the table closest to the door. Lexi sits across from him on the opposite side of the table as Who're sits next to her. Clearly taking sides. What a biased whore…~
Who're: Now Jason, do you have anything you want to say? I think that's where this needs to start.
Lexi Gold: I agree!
Cashe: Of course you would..
Who're: Watch it.
~Wiping his face with the palm of his hand, he is dreading this. Lexi is all smiles as he caresses her pet Snake. Cashe stared at the snake and in his head, it was staring back.~
Cashe: I'm so.. So sor… Hold up, I got a question!
Who're: What is it?
Cashe: What is your issue with me? I mean, you said I was sexist and that I was old guard or some booshit but that hasn't stopped you from signing people that you know even LESS about than what you THINK you know about me! Even without being in the Mix, I have been out here every week since it started! Where has she been? What has she promoted or attended? Not this show! Not this company! Why do I have to say sorry?
~His eyes had a growl to them. Lexi was shocked and turned to face Who're who was quick with a basic response.~
Who're: Because I said so…
~Shrugging. Cashe looks at Lexi, no expression on his face. A dead stare as she looked back at him.~
Cashe: I'm sorry Lexi. I am sorry that I put an elbow to your fucking face! I am sorry that your time was wasted by having me as your partner because I was never going to be a good one for you. I am sorry. Do you forgive me?
~There was a pause. Who're shook her head, almost wanting to criticize what he said but she looked at Lexi. It was her who needed to accept the apology.~
Lexi Gold: And if I don't accept his apology?
Who're: Then he won't be signed. We will just offer you one and he will be walked out of the building..
~Now Lexi was smiling. Her eyes were smiling and her teeth were showing. She raises her arm and kisses the head of her Snake.~
Lexi Gold: Jason, I have one condition.
Cashe: And that is what exactly?
~She extends her arm with the snake wrapped around it. It's head was laying on the bridge between her thumb and index finger.~
Lexi Gold: Kiss Shhhindy! Kiss my Snake and I will forgive you for the mistakes you have made! Come on.. I'm sure you have kissed much worse recently.
Cashe: WHAT?! Ohhh fuuuuck that! You can't be serious! I don't have to do that!
Who're: I think that's a fantastic idea! Shows your dedication for truly being sorry! That's a fine idea, isn't it ladies?
~He hadn't noticed that all the DiVersity women were lined up on the wall behind him. The hair on his neck stood as they unanimously agreed with a 'Yes Ma'am" They were very polite towards Who're.~
Cashe: This is wrecked!
Who're: Would you rather leave empty handed? I really am comfortable with either choice Jason, it is your decision though. As you say, make a choice.
~The look of dread drooped his face as he stared at the snake and then up into Lexi's smiling eyes and grin.~
Cashe: Fine.
~He wanted to get up but his hesitation wasn't letting him at first. Sighing, he pushes up using the table's surface. Slowly he moved around the table. He gave the door to the room a glance as he passed it. Was it an option for him? There were other promotions out there but OCW was his choice. One made at the Mix.~
Lexi Gold: It's okay Shhhindy, I've got you baby! No one would dare hurt you.
Who're: Let me get the contracts ready..
~His eyes followed Who're's hands as she pulled the contracts out from a large manilla envelope. He could see the name Jason Cashe printed at the top but only under the OCW logo. It was his path to a contract and all he had to do was kiss a snake. Easy decision to make.
He leans in, his eyes on Lexi before they fall onto the snake. It was a good sized snake. She never said what kind but it had a big enough mouth to bite. It was looking at Cashe, flicking its tongue.~
Lexi Gold: She won't bite heh.. I don't think she will anyway! Make it quick though… she hasn't had her feeding yet.
~It wasn't the fun that Lexi was having with him but the laughter that came from Who're that rang an alarm in Cashe's head. He snaps, grabs Lexi, ripping her from her chair and launching her head first into the wall.~
Who're: WHAT THE FUCK?!
~He shot a smile at Who're, a wild stare in his eyes as he turned and kept an eye on where DiVersity stood, they were ready to act but only when Who're called for it. She was the boss.~
Who're: You blew it! Hahaha you screwed yourself here Jason!
Cashe: Nah.. I'm just getting started.
~He backs up towards the door. Looking down at Lexi, she is holding her head and her arms are bare. The Snake! Cashe looks around on the floor and Who're gets away realizing the snake was loose.~
Cashe: FUCK Your Snakes, Bitch!
~He lifts up a high knee before stomping down onto the carpeted conference room. Lexi screams with a deafening sound as Cashe stomps again and again. Who're finally snaps her fingers and DiVersity moves after him. He turns and hightails it from the room as they give chase.~
Who're: Lexi? Are you okay?
~All you could hear was the tearful audio of Lexi crying. Moving around to her side, Who're finds Lexi holding the lifeless and head smashed body of her snake.~
Lexi Gold: He killed her!
Who're: He will get his Lexi, I promise you..
~The words of revenge didn't settle in Lexi's thoughts. She was dripping with tears as she hugged her dead snake, blood rolling down its body. Who're unable to do anything but console Lexi. We cut back to Cheasy inside the Piledriver studios~
Cheasy M: Well, that certainly took a turn. Sounds like there won't be any contract signing tonight...for Cashe, at least. This just gives our GM more ammunition to sign Lexi while leaving Jason out to dry. That's if Lexi still wants to sign after what just happened...it's traumatic, losing a pet.
~Cheasy lowers his head, feeling sadness for Lexi and anyone who has lost a pet. He perks up very quickly~
Cheasy M: But, life goes on! Jason Cashe continues to dig himself a hole with OCW management...it's going to be hard to envision any type of scenario where he earns a contract now. He has, however, likely earned some form of retaliation from Lexi. When will that come? Well, THIS Monday at Under the Lights sure seems like a probably destination...that's IF Jason is able to sneak past OCW security once more.
~The camera cuts. Cheasy adjusts~
Cheasy M: Alright fans...well we're off to a dramatic start, so let's take a quick break and when we return...an interview with The Golden Age!
~We cut away~
~We return to the Piledriver studio. Cheasy is very excited. Like SUPER excited. What the hell?~
Cheasy M: Alright, fans...it’s interview time...and this week, do we have a TREMENDOUS guest lined up. I’d list his accomplishments, but we only have so much time here...so simply put, he’s People’s GOAT...ladies and gentlemen...JAMES RAVEN!
~The camera pulls back from a very excited Cheasy to show THE PEOPLE'S GOAT and every husband's worst nightmare, James Raven~
Cheasy M: James Raven! Or is it James? Or Mr. Raven? Or Mr. Goat. It isn't Birdgoat, is it?
~ James smirks, familiar with the line of questioning. ~
Raven: That’s all so formal. You can call me “His GOATiness”.
~Cheasy slaps the table, laughing~
Cheasy M: His Goatiness...I LOVE IT! Ah, man...not gonna lie, I've been itching to have you here as a guest since you punked that TIO guy back at House of Cards. But I realize you're a busy man. But, sincerely, thanks for being here.
~ James nods his head deferentially, straightening the table after Cheasy’s slap knocked it off it’s mark~
Raven: Of course, thanks for having me. I’m happy to be here, and happy to be back in OCW. Putting TIO down was just a nice little cherry on top.
Cheasy M: That it was! Now you obviously had offers from every promotion under the sun...and some that were maybe too dark to ever see sunlight, a haus, probably. What drew you back to OCW?
Raven: If I was going to try and boil it down to its simplest terms; unfinished business. I don’t like the “what if” that lingers when I think about this place. I walked in off the street and ran through a gauntlet of Hall of Famers when I won Block Party in 2019, and I earned myself a shot at the top prize that I never cashed in. I’m all about #Legacy these days. I started one here that I’m back to finish building.
~Cheasy nods. He thinks back, remembering the footage from Block Party 2019. He apparently has a very photographic memory~
Cheasy M: I remember it like it was yesterday. Probably because I watched the tape earlier today. James Raven versus Lurrr is one of my all time favorites! But, yea, I think everyone was disappointed they never got to see you turn in that contract and put that win streak on the line against the OCW Champion...some guy, I forget. But, hey, things happen for a reason and now you're back and better than ever. Now, we have confirmed that title shot is still active...why haven't you used it yet? I mean, you could literally cash it in after Lux and Outcast are done beating each other up, taking on the winner...if you wanted. What's holding you up?
~ James sits back, winking at Cheasy in a manner that would have melted a lesser interviewer. ~
Raven: What, and skip all the foreplay? I’ve never been criticized for my lack of patience, friend. Im happy to let things simmer. Im not afraid to keep things fair and even for everyone. Besides, sometimes watching everyone else start to panic is the most enjoyable part. They know I have it in my back pocket, but let them plan for and worry about the when and where. Im going to use it when I want to.
~Raven's wink causes Cheasy's mustache to grow 1/4 an inch. He nods, appreciating the comment~
Cheasy M: Patience is a lost art in this business, for sure. So, out of the realm of quasi hypotheticals and into the realm of what's factual...this Monday you face TIO for the second time. You're 1-0 against one of the most dangerous wrestlers in OCW history. Some people think TIO has the advantage, given the fact that beating someone twice in a row is a tall task. How are you feeling heading into that match on Monday? Are you concerned whether or not you guys compete under the lights? And, if you emerge victorious, have you given thought to what's next?
Raven: I’m not worried in the slightest about TIO not showing up on Monday. Two years ago I walked into OCW, his home fed, his territory… and I punked him. I didn’t even let him keep it close. Now in 2021 I’ve come back to do the exact same thing, and if he runs from that he may as well offer me his Hall of Fame spot. He wanted a contract? Here’s his shot. Im sending him back to Halifax unemployed, and Im claiming OCW as my own territory at Under the Lights.
~Cheasy pumps his fist~
Cheasy M: Well said! Now, I'd be remiss if I didn't mention Betsy's match against Mack. Any thoughts on Betsy defending her TransAtlantic Championship against Mack O'Connor, a man you're very familiar with?
~ The mirth and merriment fades from Ravens face at the mention of Mack O’Connor, but like the professional he is he quickly recomposes himself. ~
Raven: I’ve come to terms with what happened with O’Connor in GCWA. Everyone in the building except maybe the Barrows family knows that I was the better man that night, until Mack pulled a FUCKING gun!
~ He pounds a clenched fist on the desk before running his fingers through his hair and taking a deep breath. ~
Raven: I can rest easy at night knowing that 90% of the world believed I was better than Mack that night… I don’t harbour it as a grudge. But my girl? My girl can harbour a SERIOUS grudge. She’s wanted her second chance at him for the better part of a year now. She’s focused. She’s ready. Betsy is going to dogwalk Mack. No if’s, ands or buts. Bet the house on it.
~Cheasy texts his bookie real quick, placing a large sum on Betsy. He places his phone down and sneaks out a poster of James Raven...he slides it across the table, sheepishly~
Cheasy M: And, one final question, Your GOATiness...do you mind signing this for...I mean, obviously not me. It's for charity or some shit. What do you say?
Raven: I can probably manage that, generally.
~ James pulls a sharpie from his pocket, because he’s always got one on standby in case a fan pops up. Wow... So. Professional. He signs the poster with a flourish before popping the sharpie back into his pocket. ~
Raven: To the displaced children of Murderhaus. Your charity is doing great work.
~Cheasy leans back, laughing~
Cheasy M: Ahahaha, great one, Your GOATiness! Sir, it's been a pleasure. Good luck at Under the Lights and moving forward in OCW...I can't wait to see what all unfolds!
Raven: Thanks again for having me, and good luck to TIO. He needs it more than I do.
~ We fade out on the interview, and if you listen really closely you can hear janitors across the globe chanting “Hail Raven”.~
~We're backstage, where people are running back and forth, apparently getting things prepared for heading off after this Piledriver to Odessa, Texas for Under The Lights. There's a sense of controlled chaos in the air. Backstage reporter Edward Jones is watching all of it with a smile, as he knows that an atmosphere like this can generate stories for him. He starts to walk off, seeking out a story, when he realizes that someone is grabbing his arm. Jones looks back, wondering who the heck would actually want to grab him, and is surprised by Jonathan "Pryde" Barrows!~
Jones: Mr. Barrows? Is there... something I can help you with?
Barrows: Jones, you've got sources around this whole building, right?
Jones: Uh... sure. I've got contacts. Yeah.
~Jones says this with a lack of sincerity, leading any intelligent viewers to believe that this probably isn't the case. Maybe Jones talks to the hot dog lady or a security guard, maybe, but he probably doesn't know any of them that well. But who knows? Maybe Jones is actually wired into everything. Hey, maybe JONES is actually the one running Online Championship Wrestling, and Who'Re is just a stand-in to take all of the heat! Good conspiracy theory, right? Feel free to spread it around. Now let's get back to what's actually happening.~
Barrows: Look, I need you to reach out for me, okay? Start spreading the word...
Jones: Anything I can do to help you, Mr. Barrows. But... spread what word?
Barrows: I'm, uh... I'm looking for Peter Vaughn.
Jones: Oh, okay, so you're looking for WHAAAAAA?!?!
~Barrows pushes Jones backwards, keeping him from screaming out any louder and alerting everyone around them. He gets them back into a side hallway, shaking his head.~
Barrows: Over the weekend... Peter kind of... escaped.
Jones: Escaped? Escaped WHAT?
Barrows: The... the hospital, of course. What did you think I was talking about?
~Now it's Barrows who sounds a little less than honest. But Jones, bless him, doesn't seem to pick up on it. There's a reason we love the guy. Nobody's figured out the reason, but it has to be out there.~
Jones: So you think he came to Piledriver?
Barrows: It's possible. I know he was mumbling about getting his hands on some blank contracts for wrestlers outside of OCW. And, of course, there's Dylan Thomas...
Jones: Oh no! Have you warned Lissandra?? Is there security around Lilly??
Barrows: I truly doubt Lilly will be coming to any OCW events for quite some time, Jones. Lissandra can look out for herself, and Dylan's probably got as many thugs as he can get to surround them. I doubt Peter can get to them... although he can be tenacious when he wants something...
~Jones is looking in either direction, looking a little concerned now. He's expecting Vaughn to pop out at any second, and is probably remembering that crazy nursery rhyme Vaughn was muttering the last time he was on Piledriver.~
Jones: Look, I'll start asking around and see if anyone's seen him. But I can't guarantee anything. We should at least alert security...
Barrows: No! No, for all we know, Peter's not even here. Just... see what you can find. You've got my cell phone number.
Jones: Uh, no, no I don't. Nobody ever gives me their number, actually...
~Annoyed, Barrows pulls out a business card and tosses it to Jones. As Jones retrieves it, marveling at having an actual contact's number, Barrows heads off in the other direction. He seems set on finding Vaughn before another catastrophe happens. Jones shouts after him.~
Jones: Don't worry, Mr. Barrows! It'll all be fine!
~Jones then looks around again, a chill running across his spine.~
Jones: Then again... maybe I should go call in sick... *cough*... yeah... *cough cough*
~Jones moves off, practicing his coughing, as we cut away.~
~Jones moves off, practicing his coughing, as we cut away.~
~The scene opens up at the local hospital for the OCW stars, many reporters have gathered as OCW World Champion will be given his release soon. The double glass doors for the rehab branch of the facility slide open and right on cue, Xavier Lux is there, being wheeled out by his newly found friend, and nephew of his former manager Paco: “Cholo” Santana. He asks Xavier if he wants to push through the reporters, but Xavier tells him it’s alright, he’ll answer a few questions. The reporters quickly gather around, shouting their questions, sticking out microphones, phones and even an old mini recorder, being held by an old ass reporter who is also on a wheelchair. Xavier holds his hands up and they all settle down; once they do, he begins to point to each one individually to answer their questions.~
Xavier Lux: Thanks for coming out everyone, let’s start with you
Reporter 1: Thanks champ, well I have the obvious question, are you 100% recovered and have you been cleared to wrestle at Under the Lights Pay Per View?
Xavier: I’ll answered the second question first: yes, I have been cleared by all my doctors BUT they will do one final check-up, at Ratliff Stadium, but it will all a formality at that point; I am fighting Outcast no matter what. As far as being 100%, not quite there yet, if you want a number, I guess you can say 90%? But we’re still 5 days away, and being at home… um, well, never-mind that. Let’s just say where I’m going should give me plenty of rest and relaxation time to get me that extra 10% needed. You there.
Reporter 2: Thanks Xavier, let’s say you can’t get that missing 10%, can you successfully defend your title against Outcast when you are not at your best?
Xavier: If I was facing a young Outcast, and an Outcast that was at 100% himself, then I would be concerned. But the Outcast I’m facing is more beat-up and broken than I am, if I’m not 100%, I know he definitely isn’t and that has nothing to do with our little ambulance ride a couple of weeks ago. He already came to me a broken man, I’m just looking to finish the job. Young lady in the back
Reporter 3: You alluded just now that you do not have a home to go back to, can you elaborate on that? Any updates since you found out your father is alive and that he blew up your house as a response to you burning down the OCW Hall of Fame?
Xavier: I rather just answer questions about the title match if you don’t mind, but I will say this: yes, my home in LA is gone, but I do have a place in Miami and also in DC.
Reporter 3: Which one of those are you headed to then to finish your recovery?
Xavier: Neither actually. My buddy Cholo here lives in Texas, and since that’s where Under the Lights is going to be, I’m just going to be staying at his place preparing for this match and like you said, finishing my recovery with my former manager Paco as well who is waiting for us there.
Reporter 4: Does that mean that he will become your manager again?
Xavier: No. He’s doing this as a friend, helping me get back on my feet. What I do in OCW will still be all me.
Reporter 5: Champ if I may, have you gotten a chance to look at the rest of the card and if so, any match or matches you are particularly interested in? Anyone in particular you would like to face next?
Xavier Lux: I have said this many times before, I only worry about the guy that is placed in front of me by the Who’re. Some have criticized me for this, some say I need to be aware of all the talent in our promotion, but I became World Champion by doing things my way, and my way is focusing only on the guy in front of me, meaning Outcast, forget the rest as they are of no benefit to me. Once this match is over, for better or worse, then I’ll think about who’s next. As for being interested in any matches, I don’t even know what the full card is. Some may also criticize me for this but again, I am a focused and driven man. Having said that, there is one match that interest me, and that’s because it has implications on the next pay per view in London.
Reporter 5: Ah you mean Peter Vaughn vs. Dylan Thomas for the Craze championship?
Xavier: Exactly. The Who’Re has already said that if Peter wins, he is next in line to get a World Title shot. She didn’t say if Dylan would get the shot if he won, so really it is all on Peter to win this one and get the golden ticket or lose and lose everything. I was the only man that came through for Peter at the last pay per view, I am the only one that recognized the new and improved Peter; so for us to potentially face each other in London is something that excites me, yes, but more so intrigues me.
Reporter 5: How come? Xavier: Well for the single fact that the Peter I would face in London will not be the same one I faced at the Prison Yard match. If you allow me to say, the current Peter broke out of that prison that day, both mentally and figuratively, and he hasn’t looked back. I’m definitely intrigued. Alright, one more question, old man river.
Reporter 6: You’re half my age and in a wheelchair too, so blow me. Regardless of result at Under the Lights, how do you feel about going to London next month?
Xavier: Ha, well played old timer. I am definitely excited. I would love to go to London as OCW’s World Champion, that is still my plan, but I know there is a hard pill that I must swallow in 5 days, but yeah, defending the title in London would be a great opportunity… A fun opportunity, definitely looking forward to it. OK thanks everyone, we gotta get going.
~Cholo begins pushing the wheelchair forward again and the reporters make way for them to get through. A limo pulls out and Cholo makes his way to it, placing Xavier right by the passenger door. The driver gets out and starts to walk around to come open the door when the passenger door opens on its own and from it a body falls out, a bloody body. ~
Cholo: What the fuck?
~Cholo rolls the body over so they can see who it is. ~
Xavier: Jonesy?!
~Cholo quickly checks Ed’s pulse and nods in a positive manner, he then quickly jumps up and rushes back inside to go get help. Xavier notices a sheet of paper taped to Jones’ chest, it reads: “A Scorpion Exclusive…” ~
Xavier: Motherfucker…
~The reporters take photos and begin to shout questions before Cholo comes back with medical personal as well as hospital security who quickly usher the reporters away. The scene fades back to the OCW Studio~
Cheasy M: Yikes! As an OCW reporter, I can say it's never fun to see one of our own go down. But, if it had to be one...Jones would be my choice.
~Cheasy still shakes his head, kinda sad~
Cheasy M: But, it's great to see Xavier Lux out of the hospital. He may not look it, but I have no doubt he'll be ready come Under the Lights...even if The Knife Man has to inject him with a million pain killers...OCW will produce its main event!
~The camera cuts, Cheasy adjusts~
Cheasy M: Alright fans...you know what time it is, right? It's Promo Review time!!
~And we return from break. Cheasy is behind his desk and he looks super excited~
Cheasy M: And we’re back! Joining me...perhaps for the last time, is LEO! Leo, my man!
~The camera pulls back showing Leo looking as flippant and fly as ever~
Leo: Yo.
Cheasy M: So, what you got for us this week...championship promo time!
Leo: Ahite...but I ain’t got much time. Got shit to do, ya know? So, let’s get started with the TransAtlantic Title. Betsy met with the Admiral who agreed to release Raven and her parents if...IF...she married him.
Cheasy M: Yikes! That can’t sit well with Raven...or Betsy, for that matter.
Leo: Nope, a rough ultimatum to be sure...but one that she may have no choice in accepting.
Cheasy M: And what about her thoughts on Mack?
Leo: She feels this match is somewhat serendipitous. Fate. Meant to happen. She knows Mack is eager for that sun to go down...but she’s quietly relishing in the opportunity to beat Mack at his ‘own’ game.
Cheasy M: Nice. Nice. And what about Mack?
Leo: Mack was at a Denny’s meeting with Treat and Poblano over potential representation. Poblano was angry he couldn’t order an Old Fashioned or a Beef Wellington.
Cheasy M: He does realize what a Dennys IS, doesn’t it?
Leo: I believe he’s HEARD of what a Dennys is...but this might have been his first experience. In the end, I think Mack revealed he doesn’t need any representation because, after Under the Lights...he’s finished.
Cheasy M: Really? So is he throwing the match?
Leo: Absolutely not. He’s going to give Betsy everything he’s got so that he can walk out of his final match a winner. And, with nothing ahead on his career path...he’s got nothing to lose, making him very, very dangerous.
Cheasy M: Well that certainly is interesting...so now what’s going on with that Craze Title match?
Leo: Dylan Thomas wound up in a coma after that terrible Piledriver fall a few weeks ago. But, he woke up...seemed to have experienced some sort of epiphany while unconscious...looked like a different man.
Cheasy M: He’s got to be angry with Vaughn, I’d imagine.
Leo: I mean, who wouldn’t be? Thomas is fired up to get his hands on Peter Vaughn. He’s going to make him pay, at the very least, for what he did to him and his family at Piledriver.
Cheasy M: And what’s up with Vaughn?
Leo: Vaughn, like Thomas, was rushed from the OCW Arena after that fall. But, he seemed to be in a better physical state than his counterpart. Vaughn also caught up with his estranged mother...he chased her down, wrench in hand.
Cheasy M: He’s really going for son of the year, isn’t he?
Leo: He’s definitely unloading some baggage, that’s for sure. But, we did find out he wasn’t behind his father’s death. So, there’s that.
Cheasy M: His thoughts on Thomas?
Leo: He wants to end Thomas. Permanently. After their match, Vaughn’s mission is to ensure that Dylan Thomas can no longer wrestle in OCW.
Cheasy M: Well I certainly hope he doesn’t achieve that! Okay, now on to the Savage Title. How’s that Thad guy doing?
Leo: It’s Thaddeus Duke. Put some respect on that name, would ya? But, yea, he’s meeting with a business associate...getting ready to go on a collection job. Ian is with him...that kid is growing up fast, let me tell you. Ian shows off his speed, impressing the business associate.
Cheasy M: And Duke’s thoughts on Brim?
Leo: He’s frustrated that BRIM can’t think bigger. Can’t get outside of his own, self-imposed box. Thad’s trying to expand OCW...trying to make it the biggest promotion it can possibly be and he needs the other stars, like BRIM, to get on the same page. But, he doesn’t think BRIM can...and, well, he’s going to try and show that at Under the Lights by taking the Savage Title.
Cheasy M: BRIM? What’s he doing?
Leo: BRIM was man-napped and thrown in the back of an 18 wheeler along with Tyler, the camera guy who REALLY wants a PS5. They were dropped off in a field which turned out to be a concentration camp. While there, BRIM was reunited with Duce!
Cheasy M: Alright, Duce lives! But a concentration camp, that’s got to be hard to escape in time to compete at Under the Lights.
Leo: Super easy, barely an inconvenience. BRIM’s uncle is in charge and, I guess, he lets them go. It doesn’t really specify...regardless, he’s in Texas with Duce, Byson, and Krayzie...all ready to watch BRIM defeat Thaddeus Duke.
Cheasy M: And his thoughts on Duke?
Leo: He continues to chide Thad on being spoiled and having everything handed to him. Thad thinks he’s just gonna show up and be handed gold...but BRIM’s seen this before. And he knows Thad isn’t ready for what BRIM’s bringing...BRIM’s pretty confident.
Cheasy M: Awesome! And now, our main event...let’s start with Outcast.
Leo: Well Outcast decided to chase down the leader of the crime organization that’s been trying to kill him all month. The guy’s name is Chester. So he stalks him into a park and sets up to get the job done when Chester’s kid runs up and is a fan of Outcast.
Cheasy M: Whoa. WHOA! This is all kind of unbelievable to me, I’m sorry.
Leo: What? That a crime organization shot at Outcast and burned down his apartment in the span of a month to kill him?
Cheasy M: No, man. That someone under the age of 50 is an Outcast fan!
Leo: Oh, haha...well maybe the kid is an old soul. Anyway, this puts Outcast in one of those ‘ah shit’ situations...but, ultimately, he does what he must do.
Cheasy M: Yikes. And his thoughts on Lux?
Leo: Outcast knows he’s wrestling on borrowed time. His body is breaking down. He doesn’t have much left to give...but he wants one last thing...the OCW Title. It’s the final hurdle he has to clear before he can call it career.
Cheasy M: That’s got to be the ultimate motivation. And, if he can survive death...you have to think he has a good shot at surviving Lux. Speaking of, what’s with our OCW Champion?
Leo: Xavier is smart. He knows The Sins love to play mind games. So, rather than take that grave at face value, he dug up the coffin to see if his father’s body was there and...he found THE BOOK OF SCORPION.
Cheasy M: I’m old enough to understand that reference!
Leo: Yep, it was Scorpion’s legacy as he tore through OCW and other promotions in his heyday. So, Lux was intrigued...and the book led him to a castle...a very dark, macabre place. But, turns out, it was all misdirection...as, while Lux was away, Scorpion, in the flesh, went to Xavier’s home and burned it down.
Cheasy M: Holy smokes!
Leo: You said it! Scorpion was furious at Xavier...burning down what he treasured...so, Scorpion returned the favor.
Cheasy M: Wow, so Scorpion is alive. That brings so much into question. And what did Lux have to say about Outcast?
Leo: Xavier is growing concerned that some people think his win over Outcast was a fluke. So, he wants to prove that it was not. Plus, he’s eager to collect the three major OCW titles in just three matches...which he’ll do, if he defeats Outcast and takes his Paradigm Championship. Another step toward overshadowing his father’s legacy.
Cheasy M: No offense to Scorpion, but Lux is well on his way to achieving just that. Leo, as always, it’s been a pleasure.
Leo: The pleasure was all yours, Cheasy.
~Cheasy finds it hard to produce a smile after that remark. Suddenly, a feed breaks in, taking up half the screen. It’s JOCK REASONING~
Cheasy M: What the...HELLO?
Jock Reasoning: Leo! LEO!
Leo: The fuck you want, JOCK? Or should I say, JOKE
Jock Reasoning: Fuck that was lame. But, hey, Leo...what’s with all this rumored footage about you and Who’Re? You care to comment on that?
~Leo leans back, arms folded~
Leo: I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Jock Reasoning: Oh really, well I’ve got some NEW footage that might spread some light on this…
~Leo looks to Cheasy. Cheasy gets nervous~
Jock Reasoning: Oh and before this airs...I just want to state...Bring Welsh Back! I think we’re tired of OCW whoring itself out...We Need Welsh! Roll that footage!
~The footage begins. It shows Leo getting out of Uber Man’s car. He heads toward the front door of a nice home. He knocks on it. Who’Re answers...and...suddenly our feed is cut~
~We go backstage once again, where we can see Jonathan "Pryde" Barrows walking hurriedly through the hallways. He's on the phone, talking to an unknown individual.~
Barrows: Look, I'm going to keep trying to find him, but I could really use some more help. I know you could contact... no, I understand, you don't want to be involved, but I really... okay, okay, but we really don't know what Peter is up to, do we? For all we know, he's planning to blow up the OCW Arena or something. If the conditioning didn't hold, the guy might be crazy enough to do anything!
~Barrows heads down another hall, glancing left and right regularly. It's a bad strategy, hoping for a miracle, but it's the only one Barrows has available for him at the moment. Suffice to say, there's a lot of frustration evident on Barrows' face.~
Barrows: Yes, I've got people watching the Thomas' locker room. We don't want to give away the biggest match of the night for free, after all, do we? But nobody's seen him... I'm just saying, if we could have someone GPS ping his phone or something, give me something to work with...
~Barrows hurries past another door, barely noticing for a second the voice he hears within.~
Voice: It's all in using the right motions...
~The feet hit the brakes, which leads Barrows actually skidding a few feet on the recently polished floor. He looks back at the doorway he just passed: The Custodial Locker Room. Barrows stares at the sign for a second before shaking his head.~
Barrows: I might have something. I'll call you back.
~Barrows heads towards the door, pushing it fully open. Inside, we can see a crew of custodians standing around in a circle. They're watching with rapt interest as Peter Vaughn stands in the middle of them, holding a mop in front of him. He begins to swing it around as if using it for a martial arts exhibition, showing incredible control in every movement he makes. He flings it up in the air, catching it easily when it comes back down, and spins the mop smoothly towards the ground into a mop bucket. The water doesn't even splash, in spite of the speed, showing amazing skill. Vaughn brings the mop back up, now soaked, and snaps it in front of him, quickly spinning in a complete 360 while on one knee, mopping an entire segment of the floor in one fell swoop. He spins again, getting closer and closer to himself, covering the whole floor. The crowd is now applauding, admiring the talents of The Janitor as he finishes his display, standing in the middle of the cleanest circle you've ever seen. He turns and gives a small bow to the other custodians.~
Vaughn: Don't worry, with enough practice, all of you can get to this level as well. It just takes time and hard work.
~Vaughn hands the mop to one starry-eyed lady, then shakes a few hands before turning and seeing a slack-jawed Barrows standing in the doorway. He smiles and walks over to him, showing no concern at having been found.~
Vaughn: Hey there, Jonathan. You tracked me down, I see. Was it my cell phone? My keychain have a bug in it? Ooooh, did you guys put something under my skin?
Barrows: It... was pretty much dumb luck. But I should have known to check here. How are you feeling, Peter?
Vaughn: I'm feeling good, Jonathan. Very good. There was no point staying in that room any longer. I wanted to be here where the action was, revisit my old spots before next week.
Barrows: So... no plans on a kamikaze attack on Dylan Thomas?
Vaughn: Oh, if he was walking down the hallway right now, I'd definitely break that mop up his ass and make him scream...
~Both men turn to look, but Thomas doesn't miraculously appear.~
Vaughn: Lucky for him, that's not the case, so he'll have to wait until Under The Lights.
Barrows: ... Maybe we should get out of here, though. We could, maybe, go get something to eat or something...
Vaughn: You got a van waiting for me, Jonathan? Because I'm not going back. I've still got training to do. I want to destroy Dylan Thomas, and then I want to take down Xavier Lux. It's my destiny to be at the top of OCW. And destiny will not be denied. I'll be seeing you, Jonathan.
~Vaughn nods to Barrows and walks off, seemingly a completely new man. Is he more balanced now... or less? It's almost impossible to tell. Honestly, though, I don't think anyone would declare that he wasn't dangerous. Barrows get back on the phone to give an update, planning to keep an eye on The Janitor, as he heads off into the distance. We break away.~
~Dolly Aguas as she has become known the last few weeks, is walking down the hallway heading for the locker rooms. She arrives at The Malvados’ locker room and knocks on the door. ~
Dolly: Hey Amigo, ready for-
~But she notices the door is open and so she pushes it open to find her tag team partner laid out on the floor.~
Dolly: What in the blue blazes?!
~She quickly goes in to check on him and then calls for help. OCW officials arrive to assist as the scene fades to black. We cut back to Cheasy inside the OCW studios~
Cheasy M: Oh no! Hector has been laid out...but by who?
~Cheasy ponders, rubbing his chin~
Cheasy M: I’m no Sherlock Holmes...but I’d wager that jealous brother of his, Victor has something to do with this. A shame, too. Because I really thought Dolly and Hector had a shot at defeating Madison and Daniels.
~Cheasy is told something off-air~
Cheasy M: Ah, okay...I’m told we’ll get an update on Hector shortly. But, it sounds as though the match is still a-go. You know OCW, if they can breathe, they can wrestle.
~The camera cuts, Cheasy adjusts~
Cheasy M: Alright fans, it’s time for an updated look at the OCW Rankings!!
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~Cheasy reviews the rankings~
Cheasy M: Not a ton of movement, as you’d expect given the extra week hiatus. But Thaddeus Duke did jump Oucast, continuing his move up the charts. Outside of that, not much else to report...well, aside from Raven getting another point! Go James!
~The rankings vanish and Cheasy turns around, facing the camera~
Cheasy M: Alright fans, one more commercial break and when we return...The Margarita Mix Finals!
~We cut away~
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 cut to the living room of Marcus Welsh. He looks to be in good shape. He’s doing some PT. His nurse is in the corner eating a bowl of Yummy Mummy...we’re not sure how old that shit is, but Zybala was able to procure some. Mike is jotting down Welsh’s progress. He exits just as the scene kicks up~
Marcus Welsh: Hello OCW, General Manager Marcus Welsh here. Yes, General Manager. I know Who’Re is walking around with that title...but if what I’m told has any truth behind it...I never gave up my spot as GM...I was merely away on medical leave. I mean, what company would fire a guy in a coma, right?
~He thinks for a second...his hazy memory struggling~
Marcus Welsh: Ya know what, don’t answer that. It’s not important. What IS important is...through some quick re-education courtesy of JOCK REASONING and my best friend, Mike Zybala...I’ve come to realize the travesty of Who’Re’s tenure in OCW. She’s spread this promotions legs wide open and allowed outsiders to run in and steal some of our most precious possessions.
~Welsh shakes his head, concerned~
Marcus Welsh: So, I plead with Poblano. The man financing the entire operation. I plead with the other investors, who wish to not be named. We need to fix things. We need to fix them – NOW.
~Marcus sighs~
Marcus Welsh: I’d like to say I’m the man for the job...but look at me. I’m still struggling to take care of my day-to-day activities. However, I will be at Under the Lights in Zybala’s corner. You know why? To prevent anything screwy...because, you see…
~Welsh leans in, whispering~
Marcus Welsh: I’ve got a surprise for Mike.
~He smiles. It’s almost borderline sadistic...but it quickly changes into the happy, nice Welsh smile we’ve come to know of late~
Marcus Welsh: I’m going to legitimize his OCW Title win over Meyhu. That’s IF he wins against Ed Houston, of course. Why? Because I know Mike wouldn’t want it any other way...he’d like to earn this, even if he already has. He’s that great a guy.
~We hear the back door open, Zybala is returning~
Marcus Welsh: But don’t tell him. Like I said, what I’ve got for him at Under the Lights is a big, big surprise. Ahem...but, outside of that...let’s find ourselves a new leader...one that can protect OCW from outside interference, allowing the company to grow within. You with me? I hope so. See you all on Monday!
~Zybala returns, getting Welsh ready for another rehab exercise. We cut away. Back to Cheasy~
Cheasy M: Well, how about that? Marcus Welsh will be at Under the Lights in Zybala’s corner! And, if Zybala wins...he’ll be recognized as a former OCW Champion! The stakes for that match just got higher!
~The camera cuts. Cheasy shifts~
Cheasy M: And, as for that other stuff...well, the less said the better. Anyway…
~He claps his hands together~
Cheasy M: You guys ready? I hope so...because the Margarita Mix finals are NEXT! And, I'm told Hector is fine and ready to go! Let’s head to the OCW Arena!
Finals
Brett Daniels & Chris Madison vs. Dolly Waters & Hector Malvado
~We cut LIVE to the OCW Arena. These fans have been waiting all night for this and...FINALLY...it’s arrived. Belvedere, in the center of the ring, clears his amazing vocal chords. The fans go WILD. “MIX! MIX! MIX!” chants~
Belvedere: Ladies and gentlemen...it is now time for the finals of the Margarita Mix Tournament!!
~More cheering! “OCW!” chants replace the MIX chants~
Belvedere: What started out as sixteen teams has down to two. The winners of this match will go on to face Them No Good Bastards at Under the Lights for the OCW Tag Team Championships! Introducing first…
~"Si Señor" by Control Machete blasts throughout the OCW Arena PA! The fans stand and give a strong ovation for one half of the Malvado brothers...Hector emerges, excited and ready to go. He tries firing up the crowd...but he hears some accidental ‘Victor’ chants and gets angry, throwing mean sign language at some of the fans. This creates a few boos~
Belvedere: From any latino country in the world not named Mexico...standing six feet tall and weighing in at 200lbs...Hector Malvado!!!
Smith: Hector always has trouble keeping these fans on his side.
Hood: That’s because these idiot fans can’t even get his name right.
Smith: Well, they aren’t the easiest two wrestlers to tell apart.
Hood: Sure they are...one is still in the MIX while the other is not.
~Hector’s theme ends and Dolly’s entrance video begins to play~
~Dolly Waters emerges! Hector is still on the ramp...he turns, happy to see his tag partner. Dolly stands next to Hector and looks out at the crowd...a loud “DOLLY AGUAS!” chant fires up. She nods, clapping her hands to it. Hector looks around like, “They can’t get my name right but they got that down...okay.” Dolly slaps him on the back and the two make their way down the ramp, ready for combat~
Belvedere: From Frankfurt, Kentucky...standing 5’5 and weighing in at 120lbs...Dolly Waters!!!
Smith: Of the two teams, I’d say this team was the least likely to advance this far.
Hood: Yea, I thought the Malvados were fucked when they got split up. And Dolly...well, I just can’t take a wrestler named after a woman with the biggest tits ever seriously...but they made it work.
Smith: Dolly Waters has proven to be everything we were told she was...a bonafied wrestling star.
Hood: Easy, Smith. I wouldn’t say BONAFIED in regards to an 18 year old chick. Might get your ass cancelled.
~The duo hit the ring in stereo...popping to their feet to a strong crowd ovation. They’re winning the people over...this odd coupling that has turned some serious heads. Dolly’s music comes to a close...and the crowd gets serious. The two baddest mother fuckers in the field are about to make their appearance~
Belvedere: And, their opponents…
~"Midnight rider" by Willie Nelson hits! The fans pop for The Cowboy. Daniels emerges toting his signature ice chest over his left shoulder. Cowboy hat atop his head...he’s already got a beer opened, in his free hand. He’s ready for a brawl~
Belvedere: From Snake Hill, Texas...standing 6’2 and weighing in at 252lbs… “Cowboy” Brett Daniels!
~“War Machine” by KISS hits! The entire mood has changed. Chris Madison, pro wrestling legend, makes his appearance. Standing next to his tag partner...the duo nod at one another before marching down the ramp. The fans look on, most with respect for the veterans...some excited to watch Madison perform inside the ring~
Belvedere: And, his tag team partner...from Long Island, New York...standing 6’0 and weighing in at 235lbs...Chris Madison!!!
Smith: Wrestling royalty, Hood. Chris Madison is, without a doubt, one of the best to ever lace up a pair of wrestling boots.
Hood: What about all those people who wrestle barefoot?
Smith: It’s a figure of speech!
~Daniels places his ice chest down. Madison looks up into the ring, staring down the two competitors. Belvedere exits. Brett slowly removes his cowboy hat...he finishes what’s left of his ICE COLD BUDWEISER...he hurls the bottle into the crowd and the duo hits the ring! They pop to their feet...their physical presence dominating that of their opponents. But, Dolly and Hector do not back down. Scruff gets in between the two teams...doing what he can to maintain order~
Smith: The final two teams! It’s all come down to this!
Hood: Wasn’t exactly how I saw it playing out...but that’s what makes tournaments so fun.
Smith: Whoever wins here tonight will definitely be deserving of the Margarita Mix trophy.
~Both teams back away...neither willing to spoil things...or put themselves in a hole early, like we saw Sebastian Grey do one week earlier. Daniels begins the match for his team. Hector starts the match for his. Scruff signals for the bell...it rings and we are underway!~
Smith: And here we go! The next time we hear that bell it’ll be signaling the 2021 Mix Champions!
Hood: Well let’s fucking get to it...I don’t have to tell ya, but I’m pulling for Madison and Daniels.
Smith: As if there was any doubt
~Hector goes right after Daniels, locking horns. Daniels uses his superior size and strength to back Hector into a corner. Scruff orders a break. Brett backs off...Hector stands there. Daniels leans forward with a huge knife edged chop...the impact echos throughout the arena. Hector leans forward...Brett straightens him up and slugs him in the gut. Again, Hector leans forward, this time coughing. Daniels pummels Hector with three vicious forearm shots to the upper back...Hector drops to all fours~
Smith: Brett Daniels out muscling Hector Malvado early on.
Hood: Yea, kinda dumb for Hector to just go at Brett like that...he has to realize he’s not as strong as Daniels, right?
Smith: You’d think.
~Brett drags Hector out of the corner. He hooks Malvado around the waist and deadlifts him off the mat and over with a Gut Wrench Suplex! Hector hits hard! He arches his back in pain. Dolly slaps her team’s top buckle, trying to get Hector to wake up and get his head in this match. Brett pops back to his feet. He rips Hector off the match and whips him, violently into his team’s corner. He heads over and tags Chris Madison into the ring. The crowd has that ‘ohhh shit’ vibe~
Smith: And in steps Chris Madison.
Hood: THE heaviest hitter in this tournament...if you ask me, by far the most talented wrestler in the entire field.
Smith: Well, some people would certainly argue THAT strong a statement...but he’s up there, no doubt.
~Madison delivers a thrust punch into Hector’s throat! Malvado leans into Madison, coughing violently. Chris grabs his arm and takes him down with a simple armbar...his knee plugged into Hector’s back...Madison yanks on the arm, trying to break it or simply pull it out of socket. Hector squirms...he scrambles...he reaches out and gets a leg on the bottom rope, forcing a break. Madison is unbothered...he simply stands and goes back after his opponent. Dolly starts to clap her hands, getting the fans behind her...”DOLLY AGUAS!” they start to chant. Madison snuffs that out real quick as he scoops Hector off the mat, over his shoulder and drops him across his team’s top buckle with SNAKE EYES!! He tags Brett back into the ring. Madison hooks Hector in straight jacket...Daniels charges forward with a lariat!! As soon as he connects, Chris takes Hector over with a straight jacket suplex!! The fans groan. It’s not looking good~
Smith: Decimation, thus far. Chris Madison and Brett Daniels might be too good for the upstart duo of Dolly and Hector.
Hood: Told ya! This team was destined to win this shit from the get-go. Chris Madison is a star and OCW always protects the stars.
Smith: We do have a history of doing just that.
~Daniels grabs Malvado by the throat, yanking him off the mat and throwing him into a neutral corner. He peppers Hector with lefts and rights turning the luchador into a bobblehead. He ceases and steps back...Hector, drunk on his feet, stumbles forward and right into spinning SPINEBUSTER! The ring shakes from the impact. Brett doesn’t go for the pin...instead, he returns to his feet and towers over Hector...kicking the Malvado around, like a predator playing with its food~
Smith: I’d go for the win if I were Brett Daniels...Hector may not look like much at this stage, but you don’t make it this far without being very dangerous.
Hood: Nah, he’s good. This thing is over...he’s just going for style points. Like Maximus in Gladiator...WIN THE CROWD
Smith: That was a movie, Hood.
Hood: Yes and it was a GREAT movie that was 100% based on true events.
Smith: I’m not sure about that.
~Hector rolls with the kicks into a corner. Daniels reaches down to grab him...but Dolly yells something across the ring. Brett turns, giving her his full attention. She stands on the middle rope, motioning for him to come at her...but he waves her off, dismissing her as some annoying little girl. He turns back around to go after Hector...but Malvado crawls forward between his legs! Brett turns around, trying to grab the Malvado brother...but Hector scurries across the ring and tags Dolly into the mat! Brett freezes in the center of the ring...Waters leaps up and springboards off the top rope, taking Daniels down with a dropkick!!! Daniels stumbles back into a corner. Dolly pops back to her feet...the fans go wild~
Smith: There she is! Alright! Dolly’s changing the game!
Hood: To be fair, she’s carried Hector this entire way.
Smith: I don’t agree with that at all! They are the strongest, most complete team in the field, if you ask me.
Hood: You’re seriously saying that with Daniels and Madison in the ring...right now, in front of your eyes? You’re fuckin unreal, man.
~Waters charges forward, leaping into the air with a big splash on Daniels!! She hops onto the second buckle and begins to punch Brett in the head...the fans count along! She gets to 9...and, before hitting that anxiously awaited tenth punch, she leans forward and bites Brett on the forehead!! Daniels flails his arms around, the crowd cheers! More ‘Dolly Aguas!’ chants! She hops off and backs up...Brett stumbles forward...she leaps up and drops him with a CODEBREAKER!! He’s down!! She makes the cover...the fans jump to their feet and count along~
1!
2!
KICK OUT!!
Smith: Ahhh! So close!
Hood: Is this girl like a witch or something? What the fuck? Every time she gets into the ring she just starts kicking ass.
Smith: That’s because she’s GOOD
Hood: Nah, not buying it. Witchcraft, for sure.
~Waters does not get frustrated...she rushes to a neutral corner and ascends, quickly. Daniels is still on his back...Dolly leaps off and comes down with a double foot stomp into Brett’s midsection!!! Daniels is down, he’s writhing in pain. Dolly pops back to her feet...she stands over Daniels and hits a standing shooting star press! A HUGE ovation from the crowd...super impressed with her athleticism. Dolly hooks the leg for the pin, Scruff slides in~
1!
2!
3...NO!
Smith: Shoulder up! SO CLOSE...the team of Daniels and Madison is in trouble.
Hood: Brett, damnit, get Chris in there...c’mon!
Smith: I’m not sure Dolly is going to allow that, Hood.
Hood: Fuckin witchcraft.
~Waters doesn’t hesitate...she immediately flips Daniels over and tries to hook him in a variation of ROLLING WATERS (Yes! Lock)! Daniels has this scouted and he scurries for the ropes, preventing Dolly from locking the deadly submission in. Brett rolls onto the apron, to catch a breather. Waters pops back to her feet. She takes a few steps back, eyeing Brett. Daniels pulls himself up, his back to Dolly. Waters charges forward...she’s going for a spear into Brett’s back...but Daniels spins around, grabs Dolly and uses her momentum to lawn dart Waters into the barricade!!! Dolly hits HARD!! The fans at ringside scatter...the impact is rough...a few look over, concerned. The crowd cringes. Brett laughs before falling back into the ring and struggling to reach Madison, making the tag~
Smith: Oh no!
Hood: Finally, her witchcraft failed!
Smith: She could be hurt, Hood. That was a terrible fall.
Hood: Bro, she’s 18. She’ll be fine. Not like that was DADBOD eating that impact.
~Chris doesn’t waste time getting into the ring. He hops off the apron and heads over to Dolly. Meanwhile, we see Hector standing in his team’s corner...Dolly’s wrecked body is nearby, but he doesn’t move to help her. A few members of the crowd yell out, “Vi...He...MALVADO...c’mon, man, help her!” But he doesn’t budge. Madison stands over Dolly...she’s face down, head wedged up against the barricade. Chris sighs and picks her up...it’s isn’t the prettiest sight...but this is war. Chris carries her toward the ring and tosses her back inside between the middle and bottom ropes. He hops onto the apron...standing a few feet from Hector...he looks over at Hector, who refuses to do anything. Madison shakes his head, perhaps blown away about the lackadaisical attitude of Dolly’s partner~
Smith: Yea, I gotta agree with this...Hector should have done SOMETHING
Hood: He’s playing by the rules, Smith. You want him to CHEAT for the WITCH?
Smith: He could have checked on her...that fall was terrible.
Hood: He’s a Malvado, not a Waters. If you ask me, he doesn’t want to win this thing without his brother.
~Dolly is on her back. Madison drops to his knees and hooks both legs...Scruff slides in for the count~
1!
2!
3!
NO!
Smith: Shoulder up!
Hood: Fuckin witchcraft, man.
Smith: Enough with the witch talk!
Hood: How else do you explain a dead person lifting their shoulder before the three count?
Smith: She’s not dead!
~On his knees, Madison looks down at Dolly and shakes his head. She’s tough. Looks like he’s gonna have to do more to keep her down. Chris yanks Dolly off the mat and shoves her into a corner. He delivers a HUGE forearm uppercut, sending Dolly’s blonde hair flying back, violently. He hoists her onto his shoulders and stands in the center of the ring...he’s got her in a torture rack...he tosses her up and brings her down across his knee with a GTS!!! The fans groan. Dolly’s down, once again. Madison rolls her on her back and makes the cover. Scruff slides in~
1!
2!
3..NO!
Smith: Another shoulder up!
Hood: Are we sure those just aren’t involuntary spasms?
Smith: It’s her instincts, Hood.
Hood: Should I just give Madison a gun?
Smith: YOU BETTER NOT
~Again, Madison looks down at Dolly, impressed by her toughness. But, there’s work to do and he’s determined to claim another trophy to add to his extensive collection. He stands and pulls Dolly up. He lifts her onto his shoulders...the crowd rises~
Smith: End Game! He’s looking to hit End Game!
Hood: While not a pistol...this is definitely the next best thing.
Smith: As much as I like and respect Dolly...no way she kicks out of this.
~While atop Madison’s shoulders, Dolly reaches down and claws at his face!! The crowd pops! Madison stumbles around...he loses his grip...Dolly spins around and wraps her legs around Madison’s head, diving back and sending Madison into his team’s corner with a hurricanrana!!! But Madison grabs onto the ropes before slamming into the top buckle. Daniels reaches in, tagging Madison. Brett goes after Dolly...she struggles and crawls toward Hector...she dives for his hand...but he doesn’t extend his arm. She looks up like, ‘WTF’. Daniels grabs her by the legs and drags her back into the center of the ring. Madison returns to the apron~
Smith: What is Hector doing?!
Hood: That mask got in the way, he didn’t see Dolly.
Smith: I highly doubt that!
Hood: Those masks are trouble, man.
~Brett flips Dolly over...but she kicks him in the groin!! He stumbles back. Dolly pops back to her feet...she stumbles a bit...her head is still fucked up, but she’s fighting through it. She looks over at her shoulder...a glance of both confusion and anger. Hector leans over the top rope, staring back at her. Daniels giant hands reach forward, grabbing Dolly by her hair...but she spins around and kicks him in the gut! Brett staggers into a corner. Dolly charges forward, she jumps into the air, plants her feet into Brett’s midsection and falls backward with a monkey flip!! Brett lands hard! The fans are back behind Dolly now...she’s on her feet...she staggers into the ropes a bit, holding her head~
Smith: Poor Dolly, she’s still woozy.
Hood: She should be dead, Smith. But…
Smith: Please, don’t say it again.
Hood: Okay. But you know what I’m thinking.
~Brett gets to one knee...Dolly runs forward and hits him with a knee to the head!! Daniels drops to both knees...he’s staggered. Waters leans back in her team’s corner...she measures him up for RUNNING WATERS...she takes off! But, as she does, Hector reaches in, tagging back into the match!! Waters pauses, turning around. Hector enters and pushes her aside...she grabs him, turning him around~
Smith: Uh oh
Hood: You knew this pairing couldn’t last!
Smith: It’s really a shame...I don’t know what’s gotten into Hector.
Hood: I think that shot Victor gave him set him straight.
~Hector pulls away and stomps on Daniels. Dolly stands back, totally confused. But she helps Hector stomp on Brett, thinking he’s gonna need all the help he can get given his weird attitude. Madison has seen enough...he enters into the ring and heads for Dolly. Waters sees the legend coming her way and runs forward with a knee...but Madison catches her!! He turns around and dumps her over the top rope, to the outside! Waters hits hard! Madison heads back for the ropes, stepping outside to deal with Dolly~
Smith: It’s breaking down...which is bad news for Madison and Daniels, considering Hector has a major upper hand right now.
Hood: I guess he wants to win, after all.
Smith: Seems like he wants the glory, if you ask me.
Hood: Well Dolly’s pinned everyone so far, hasn’t she? I can’t imagine that has gone over well at the Malvado dinner table...that’s if those fuckers are still eating together.
~Hector looks around, with Brett on the mat. He stops stomping on his opponent. He stands back...the fans build into an uproar...WHAT’S HE DOING. Madison looks on, confused. As he does, Dolly reaches up and hits him in the crotch!! He winces, leaning over the apron. He stumbles back, to one knee~
Smith: Hector Malvado...man, get your head out of your butt!
Hood: The fix is in! He put all of Paco’s pesos on Daniels and Madison to win!
Smith: They aren’t from Mexico!
~Waters wants to get into the ring to deal with Hector...but she knows Madison is too dangerous to be left conscious. So, she runs at him, as he’s kneeling for RUNNING WATERS! But Chris catches her...he stands up with her in the Electric Chair position...he tosses her up, snags her and drops Dolly with END GAME!!! Waters is crunched in half...she rolls onto her side, out. The fans at ringside lower their heads, dismayed over the devastation~
Smith: NO!
Hood: Goodnight, Dolly fucking Aguas.
Smith: It’s all up to Hector and, well, that doesn’t give me confidence.
~Madison remains down, still feeling the pain of the nut shot. Hector, inside the ring, collapses, falling onto his back next to Daniels~
Smith: What the heck?
Hood: Hector fainted! Ay dios mio!
Smith: Do you know what that means?
Hood: Kinda but not really...just sounded appropriate
~Brett sits up...he sees Hector laying next to him and tries to figure out what the hell happened. He moves over to pin him...but then the crowd reacts. Out camera cuts to what looks like ANOTHER Malvado heading down the ring, removing a bunch of ropes from his body~
Smith: Wait a minute!
Hood: Is there a THIRD Malvado? Are these guys into kinky shit?
Smith: THAT’s Hector! Victor is the one in the match!
Hood: Wait, what?
Smith: That explains everything!
~The fans have figured it out...they chant “HECTOR! HECTOR!” Brett looks up, as does fake Hector. The real Hector reaches ringside, he snags a chair from under the ring and slides in. Scruff is confused...he’s looking at both Malvados...his brain on overload. Hector BLASTS fake Hector with a chair shot!!! Fake Hector stumbles into the ropes, to the outside. Daniels reaches his feet, but he gets SMASHED with the chair...he crumbles to the mat! Scruff looks around...he has no idea what the fuck is happening. Hector jumps on top of Daniels...Scruff drops to his knees and makes the count. Madison looks up, spotting what’s going on. The fans count along~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~Madison dives in, but is a split second too late in saving the outcome! The bell rings!! The fans pop~
Belvedere: Here are your winners...and the champions of the Margarita Mix...DOLLY WATERS & HECTOR MALVADO!!!!!
Smith: They did it! They did it!
Hood: FUCKING SCREW JOB...that wasn’t even the legal man...the hell is Scruff doing?!
Smith: He got confused. Too many Malvados.
Hood: This is some BULLSHIT. Chris Madison should be holding that trophy...not some chick who reads Teen Magazine and her masked mute mexican.
Smith: Easy there, Hood.
Hood: afhaa;sdjfk;sadjf
~Madison looks around like “what the fuck?!” Hector pops to his feet...he rushes toward Belvedere, snatching the MIX trophy. He hops through the ropes and aids Dolly, who is still down. Chris gets to his feet, hands on his hips...he’s not very happy. Brett is down, holding his head...like a man with a severe whiskey hangover~
Smith: Madison is hot...and I can’t blame him.
Hood: Dude dominated from start to finish and didn’t get rewarded...FUCKING SUCKS
Smith: That’s how this works, sometimes.
~Hector gets Dolly up...he shows her the trophy...she’s still kinda out of it. So, he puts her arm around him and he escorts her away from the ring and up the ramp...Dolly around one arm, MIX trophy in the other. Madison, meanwhile, leans back into a corner, shaking his head. Daniels rises, holding his. Chris’ jaw is tightened. He rotates his neck a few times. The man is teetering on the edge. Scruff sees his anger...he knows no explanation will do the events justice...hell he barely understands what happened himself...so he flies through the ropes and hustles up the ramp, backstage~
Smith: That was one hell of a team...hopefully Madison isn’t too upset.
Hood: Man, I would be. I’m sorry...but that was some straight up fuckery.
Smith: I mean, I can’t completely disagree.
~Chris sighs...he hops out of the ring leaving Daniels stumbling. Madison kicks the cooler open...he grabs a few beers and slides back in. He rips both open and hands one to Daniels. Brett looks at the beer and takes it. He looks at Madison and the two toast one final beer as a team. They throw the beers in the air to a HUGE OVATION. The fans stand up and give these two veterans, these two warriors a massive round of applause. Madison and Daniels drink their beers before bumping fists and shaking hands~
Smith: It wasn’t the outcome they wanted. And I’m sure they’ll never be happy about how it all went down...but those two gave it their all. A tremendous team.
Hood: I’d love to see both stick around. These two are perfect fits for OCW.
Smith: I’m sure our GM is working on it.
~The duo remain in the ring, drinking beer as our shot pulls away~
Smith: And that does it for this year’s Mix...what a tremendous event! A huge thank you to everybody who contributed!
Hood: Hell yea...was a GREAT time!
Smith: Alright folks, we’re out of time here in the OCW Arena...we’ll see you guys in five short days in Odessa at UNDER THE LIGHTS!
Hood: Fuck yea!
~A final, overhead shot of Madison and Daniels playing to the crowd and drinking beer is shown as we fade back into the OCW Studios and Cheasy M~
Cheasy M: What a match! What a tournament! Dolly and Hector are victorious and I’m told they WILL remain as a team to challenge Them No Good Bastards at Under the Lights in just FIVE days. Whew.
~Cheasy leans back, catching his breath~
Cheasy M: And a HUGE shoutout to Chris Madison and Brett Daniels...you guys have nothing to be ashamed of. Hell of an effort...two major talents that, as Smith said, I hope stick around and do more within OCW!
~The camera cuts. And Cheasy adjusts...slowly this time~
Cheasy M: And that does it, folks. Not just for tonight...but for the foreseeable future. Yes, Piledriver is ending its run...for now. Why? Well, see for yourselves.
Cheasy M: That’s right! Monday Night Massacre is returning! That means weekly LIVE shows with LIVE matches! It was only a matter of time, right? The return Massacre will air a week after Under the Lights on Monday, September 13th...bookings for that match will take place immediately!
~The ending theme hits~
Cheasy M: And, having said that, so long, farewell, and adieu to all of you. It’s truly been a pleasure. But, don’t fret...I’ll still be around, doing interviews and whatnot. Take care, everyone. This is Cheasy M, signing off.
~We slowly fade to black~