~The OCW logo flashes onto the computer screen and slowly fades out, into darkness. The sound of Smith and Hood’s voices calling action resonate ever so softly in the background…but they build. As their voices build and become clearer and clearer, we see an image beginning to form amidst the darkness. An image in black and white…the words ‘FrostBite’ flash across the screen as we are taken back to OCW’s first ever Pay Per View~

Smith: Kick out by Velocity!! He almost had him there…Lurrr is close to being done!

Hood: Ohhhh shit!

~Lurrr shoves Velocity off of him and nails a huge superkick, flat-lining Brian Velocity~

Smith: Wake up call! This one’s over!

Hood: The reign of Lurrr has begun!

~Lurrr gets the three count and is named the first ever OCW Champion~

Smith: Lurrr’s the World Champion…our first ever OCW Champion…

~Smith’s voice fades out as does the image of Lurrr hoisting the OCW Title high…Hood’s voice begins to fade in with a shot of Scott Syren and Johnny Hunter battling it out inside a Hell in a Cell during an episode of Friday Night War~

Hood: Scott mother fucking Syren…he’s laying it to our Champion, Johnny Hunter!

Smith: He’s been unstoppable since his debut, that’s for sure…this cage, though it looks…

~The cell collapses due to the damage inflicted upon it during the mat! Both men appear buried beneath it~

Hood: Holy Shit!!

~Suddenly, Syren emerges amidst the rubble, yanks Hunter out and goes for the pin. He gets the three count~

Hood: Scott Syren is our new OCW Champion!

Smith: Scott Syren is now the FACE of OCW!!

~This image fades out as another one of Silverfreak going toe to toe with OCW Champion, Scott Syren appears. Both men are exhausted but continue to battle with the biggest prize in the game at stake~

Smith: OCW legend Scott Syren is having a difficult time putting the top rising star, Silverfreak away here!

Hood: Come on, Syren…finish his ass!!

~Silverfreak out of nowhere locks in rigamortis…OCW Champion Scott Syren has no choice but to submit. Silverfreak celebrates with the OCW Championship~

Smith: Silverfreak has done it! He’s unseated Scott Syren!

Hood: I can’t fucking believe this…that midget loving freak is our Champion…ugh

~We fade out of this shot and into Halloween Holocaust where Scorpion is battling Cash Money for the vacant OCW Championship. The Great One has made his debut in an attempt with Dean to thwart Scorpion. Scorpion, however, continues to fight through it~

Smith: I can’t believe Scorpion is still in this match…especially after that monster powerbombed him through a table!

Hood: His name is The Great One…get it straight!

~Scorpion locks Cash Money in the Stinger as Cash Money taps out furiously…Scorpion is awarded the OCW Championship with Dean congratulating him~

Smith: Despite President Dean…despite the debut of The Great One…Scorpion reigns supreme!

Hood: I don’t see how anyone is going to dethrone this guy, he’s too fucking determined…

~We fade out of this scene and into Razorbacked…where Paul Paras is taking on OCW Champion Everlast~

Smith: Everlast has been unstoppable since joining…will Paras…an OCW tag legend rise up and end his streak?

Hood: Doubtful

~Paras stops Everlast, pins him and wins the OCW Championship~

Smith: Perfect Paul Paras has done it…he’s risen from the ranks of Tag Team Champion to OCW Champion!

Hood: What a rise to glory…this guy would not be denied!

~The next event we cut to is Sinful Nature with The Great One facing Mario Maurako for the vacant OCW Title~

Smith: The Great One has been pampered and prepped by Dean for this moment since his arrival…whereas Maurako has had to earn everything, every step of the way.

Hood: That just means TGO is more talented…if Dean can see it, why can’t you?

Smith: Unindeed!

~Maurako’s tag partner and best friend, Paul Paras rushes to the ring and attempts to aid his friend in winning the OCW Title. TGO, however, thwarts the efforts of Paras and drills Maurako with his patented tombstone piledriver. TGO pins Maurako and wins the OCW Title~

Smith: Well, I guess we all saw this coming…he was signed to be OCW Champion.

Hood: The chosen one has finally taken his rightful seat at the head of the OCW table.

Smith: Disgusting

~This scene fades out as the clips become abbreviated and we see Silver Cyanide, Lurrr, Silverfreak, The Big Bifford, Andy Murray, Titan 3 and El Linchador all celebrating with the OCW Championship until we settle on one final image. Our last image is of Scott Syren holding the OCW Title after his defeat of Paul Paras…officially making him the last recognized OCW Champion. Everything fades out as a voice over begins to sound in the darkness~

Voice: All great empires eventually come to an end. OCW was no different…once it reached its pinnacle with Scott Syren defeating Paul Paras for the OCW Title, the federation was destined to go down. A roster filled with former World Champions was a roster crippled with egos and lifelong grudges…a roster unwilling to accept newcomers and, worse, a roster incapable of being controlled by its leader, Dean.

~The images of TGO, Bifford, Maurako, Paras, Silverfreak, Cyanide and Syren slowly pop up and then all begin to fade out and disappear~

Voice: One by one, the backbone of OCW departed, leaving an enormous void…a void beyond repair. Dean did the best he could, however, the inborn fans of OCW would not shovel our their hard earned cash for wrestlers they had never heard of. They wanted to see Mario Maurako…The Great One…Scott Syren…Lurrr…they didn’t want to see Cisco Sheppard or Irvin Hill. Unfortunately, that was all Dean had to give them…

~The image of a shiny, new OCW Title shows up…it begins to soil and look filthy~

Voice: Titles that were once the standard of excellence in this professional became meaningless paperweights…

~The image of an immaculately dressed Dean appears…it fades into his current, worn down self~

Voice: A proud man watched his empire fall despite every effort to prevent it from happening…a proud man became humbled…a proud man lost his confidence.

~Everything goes black…silence for several seconds…until we are shown Maurako tossing the OCW Title onto the mat after being offered it by Dean~

Maurako: Listen to me Dean, I don't want your hand me downs. I don't want your trash. They say one man's trash is another man's treasure... well those people are fucking stupid. And half of them are probably in attendance right here in this piece of shit gymnasium. OCW, much like your career, is dead. You need to let it go Dean. You and OCW will never amount to anything ever again.

~Dean is left in the ring a broken man. We cut to the return of Massacre where Maurako and the family toss the OCW’s titles into the river, furthering their mission in killing OCW. Undaunted, Dean carries on…the Voice returns~

Voice: When all looked lost…when no hope remained, a savior emerged from the ashes.

~The image of Bobbinette Carey flashes onto the screen followed by clips of OCW’s resent resurgence~

Voice: Tonight, the hope and future of OCW goes one on one against the cancer within the federation…a deadly cancer with one purpose, death.

~Bobbinette Carey’s image shares the screen with Mario Maurako. They fade out and we are shown images of Brianna and Ian Bishop as they display their impressive in ring abilities en route to their clash tonight~

Voice: What was once gone now appears to have the hope of a second chance. A new generation emerges…Brianna Casablancas and Ian Bishop lead this generation into tonight’s epic battle. A battle for a championship which will place them at the head of the OCW table…

~Clips of Brianna beating up Ian and singing are shown, followed up by clips of Ian getting his revenge~

Voice: Tonight, one superstar will join all the legends in celebrating a crowning achievement…whereas the other will come so close only to fall back amongst the pack of hungry wolves. They will do battle in the deadliest of environments tonight…and, in doing so, they will breathe life back into something that was believed to be dead…tonight, OCW enjoys its long awaited Resurrection.

~The Resurrection logo flashes onto the screen as we fade into a jam packed Wichita High School East Gymnasium…standing room only in this high school gym as there must be over a hundred people in attendance. Our stream appears to be a much higher quality and it flashes from several different angles showing that OCW has more than one camera. In the back of the gym is something OCW hasn’t had in awhile…an official OCWTron with a stage underneath it. “Comin in Hot” by Hollywood Undead fills the gym as we settle on Hood and Smith, who are dressed in their finest threads~

Smith: Hello again everyone and welcome to OCW’s Resurrection!!

Hood: Is it for real? Are we seriously on Pay Per View?

Smith: Well, kinda sorta…it seems as though our Pay Pal account experienced some troubles earlier today…so this is more like a pretend pay per view.

Hood: Meaning what, exactly

Smith: Everyone at home is getting it for free.

Hood: Son of a BITCH

Smith: Yea…

Hood: And how EXACTLY did Paypal go down? I thought that site was reputable.

Smith: Oh, it is…Dean just forgot to set it up.

Hood: And people wonder why we’re in Kansas in February.

Smith: Forget the negative, let’s focus on the positive…we have a sold out high school gymnasium here tonight ready for some intense OCW action!

Hood: True that…can you believe OCW is finally playing to a sold out audience?

Smith: I certainly cannot and while it’s only a capacity of 150 people…a sellout is still a sellout…I just hope the website doesn’t crash with all the visitors today.

Hood: Fuck them…stupid ass freeloaders.

Smith: For everyone watching online…we’re glad to have ya! Hey, Hood…how about that video package to open the show?

Hood: Oh man, that was fucking awesome…Lurrr, TGO, Paras…and Syren…how I miss Syren.

Smith: Be that as it may…tonight we will crown a new champion…a Central Champion in a House of Mirrors match as Brianna Casablancas takes on Ian Bishop…these two have had quite the rivalry leading into tonight.

Hood: Oh yea, Brianna sings, super kicks Ian, hits him with chairs…it’s brutal.

Smith: But Ian did get one up last week when his team defeated Brianna’s.

Hood: Fucking right he did…go Ian, go!

Smith: We also have OCW’s cancer taking on its cure with Mario Maurako facing Bobbinette Carey.

Hood: And Mario IS in the building folks…apparently being convicted of hate crimes against homosexuals carries a sentence of one week.

Smith: That or The Queen of Epicness is interested in cashing a huge pay day by facing Maurako in arguably the match of the evening!

Hood: What a great friend

Smith: What a night, Hood…those big matches plus a couple of number one contenders battles…some grudge matches…man, can you feel it?

Hood: Hard as a rock, brah

~”Don’t Stop” by Foster the People immediately begins playing as the fans in the gym stand on their feet and go crazy with Dangerous Dan appearing on stage underneath the brand new OCWTron. We cut to Belvedere standing in the ring~

Smith: Look at that beautiful big screen and all these new cameras…we have come a long way!

Hood: Speaking of, did anyone buy that iPad off of Ebay yet?

Smith: The highest bid didn’t reach our reserve…we bought it back.

~Smith unearths the iPad, Hood grabs it and goes to break it, Smith stops him. Belvedere speaks~

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen of Wichita…welcome to OCW’s Resurrection!!!! Our first match of the evening is scheduled for one fall and the winner will receive an Internet Title shot at the March 3rd edition of Monday Night Massacre!! Introducing first, from Smithville, Tennessee…standing 5’11 and weighing in at 225lbs…Dangerous Dan! ~Maurako yanks Carey to her feet, ready to do more damage to her. Scruff gets involved, realizing that, at this point, Maurako could seriously injure The Queen of Epicness. Maurako argues with Scruff…as he does so, Carey shoves Maurako off of her, drops to her knees and low blows him!! Maurako doubles over in pain as Carey staggers to her feet. She gets ready to nail Maurako with Epic Ending…he just needs to turn around~

Smith: C’mon, Bobbinette!! Nail him!! Embarrass him in front of everyone! He deserves it!

Hood: What the fuck is this shit? Scruff, get that bitch on a leash!

~Suddenly, all the lights in the building go OUT~

Smith: Huh?

Hood: What the…

~A female voice shrieks out in the crowd~

Hood: Why does some attention whore always scream when the lights go out?

Smith: I think you answered your own question

Hood: True…I guess this is when Bifford comes out and reveals himself…right?

Smith: Maybe the lights just went out…

Hood: This isn’t fucking New Orleans

~Suddenly the lights flash back on and Maurako has vanished. Inside the ring TLS has Carey hooked for a suplex! Scruff looks on, in shock. He lifts her up and drops her to the mat with a Brainbuster!~

Smith: It’s The Lost Soul!! What’s he doing out here???

Hood: Shit, facing Roach in a hardcore match wasn’t enough?

Smith: He is assaulting Bobbinette…and where the heck did Maurako go?

Hood: Beats me

~TLS yanks Carey back to her feet and locks in BedTime Story…his signature sleeper hold. Carey immediately passes out thanks mostly to the ridiculously tough match she just endured. TLS tosses her lifeless body to the mat and stands over her, looking down. Scruff, still in the ring kneels down and tends to Carey as “Friday the 13th Theme” plays and TLS slowly exits~

Smith: What was THAT all about?

Hood: I have no idea, but this place gets really dark when the lights go out.

Smith: You’re missing the point…The Lost Soul just attacked our financier…

Hood: Dude, it’s pro wrestling…people attack each other…I think TLS is just making a push for a bigger spot on the roster.

Smith: Well, I’m sure The Queen of Epicness will have something to say about that on Monday!

Hood: What is she going to do, ban TLS from ringside? I’m not even sure if that’s possible to be honest…the guy just kind of appears.

Smith: Rest assured, she will do something! ~TGO stands in the ring as the fans boo him with the hatred of a thousand flaming monkeys flying out of Venus’ fiery inferno. Yea, it’s fucking intense…TGO is about to drop the mic when, suddenly, the OCWTron begins to flicker. The spiral that has long been associated with the Armored Man appears and begins to swirl. Drum and bagpipes emanate throughout the arena as TGO looks around, confused. He pics up the microphone~

The Great One: What the hell is going on? Who is interrupting me? I am the Armored Man…I have the Armor here with me! Whoever is behind this, stop this instant!

~The leathered man who has been leashed by the Armored Man all month emerges from behind the Gorilla position and gallops to the ring on all fours. TGO stands back with a look of shock on his face~

Smith: What the…

Hood: Is that some kind of fucking goblin?

Smith: What an awkward running style…

~it leaps into the ring and immediately clutches it’s left chest…the creature falls to the mat and goes limp. TGO bends over and checks on it…he lifts the mask off to reveal OCW’s legendary jobber, Scoot Time! The crowd pops for Scoot and lets out a “SCOOOOOT” chant~

Smith: Is that…

Hood: Scoot Time…and he evidently got so excited he had a fucking heart attack.

~TGO looks a little unsure at the moment…he speaks as the drums continue to play~

The Great One: Scoot Time? Really? This is the treatment I get? Well, I killed him once…I’ll kill him again!

~TGO goes to pick up Scoot Time when a spotlight shines on the roof. An armored suit begins to descend from the rafters. TGO staggers back, looking up as the fans do the same. It slowly reaches the ring as the drums beat harder and faster along with the bagpipes. TGO positions the mic and drills the Armored helmet with it…the figure does not move~

Hood: TGO is about to decimate Bifford…I can’t wait!

Smith: Are we sure that’s Bifford? I mean, it is quite slender…

Hood: True and I doubt that obese Martha Stewart lover would ever lose that much weight…barring some kind of strange illness.

Smith: Like West Nile disease…

Hood: Or ass cancer

Smith: That would hurt, very much

~TGO rolls his eyes and rips the helmet off to reveal…TGO?!~

Smith: Huh???

Hood: Two TGO’s? My Goodness…I don’t know who would win that match!!!

~TGO rips all the armor off to reveal a TGO doll in a robe. There is a rigid object poking out right beneath the object’s waistline~

Smith: Umm…

Hood: It’s a TGO sex doll!!! Smith, hide those hungry eyes!

~Fuming with anger, TGO clutches the doll with his hand, ready to destroy it when the bagpipes and drums suddenly stop. This grabs his attention as the spiral on the OCWTron vanishes. Suddenly, two words appear on the screen and are read aloud over the PA system~

Voice: FUCK YOU

~TGO stares at the OCWTron not really sure what is going on at this point when the crowd suddenly goes APE FUCKING SHIT~

Smith: OH MY GOODNESS!!

Hood: I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!

Smith: It’s…it’s…it’s…

Hood: Not the stay puft marshmallow man…no kiddies, boys and girls…it’s SCOTT MOTHER FUCKING SYREN!!!

~Syren has busted through the ring and climbed out from his giant hole and is standing behind TGO. TGO, at first confused, realizes someone is behind him. He slowly turns around and comes face to face with OCW’s legendary anti-hero. TGO’s eyes widen~

Smith: What a moment, I have chills!

Hood: I bet your dick is as hard as that sex doll, right? Just not as big.

Smith: I don’t think these two have ever faced off...

Hood: A match between these two would set every female in the audience into automatic orgasm and most of the males as well…hell of a job for the cleanup crew.

~TGO breaks the tension as he throws a punch, Syren blocks it and nails TGO with a roided up right hand!! TGO staggers against the ropes as Syren rushes in and clotheslines TGO over the top rope and to the outside!! TGO lands on his feet and stumbles back. He then goes to rush back in…but suddenly thinks twice about it. TGO yells at Syren as Syren flicks him off~

Smith: Syren looks as good as ever!

Hood: All it takes is a syringe and a dream.

~Syren grabs the TGO doll and breaks off the dick. He throws it at TGO…TGO dodges it and starts to head to the back as the fans boo~

Smith: The Great One was caught off guard tonight…he will try and get his revenge another time.

Hood: How awesome is that…who can say they had their own dick thrown at them? In front of a sold out high school gymnasium filled with kids on top of that?

Smith: Hopefully nobody I know.

Hood: You live a lame life.

~TGO exits up the ramp as Syren picks up Scoot Time and tosses him over his shoulder. He exits the ring, walks by a bleacher and grabs an 18ish female and throws her over his shoulder as well. He then exits the gym as the fans chant “Syren! Syren!”~

Smith: This crowd is going crazy!

Hood: Can you blame them? That was awesome! Now how are Brianna and Ian going to wrestle with a hole in the ring?

Smith: If you were watching what’s going on right in front of you instead of staring at the friends of that girl Syren just kidnapped you’d see they are already replacing it with a new tarp.

Hood: Oh, cool

Smith: Well, folks…I…I don’t know how to transition from what we just saw to something backstage…but I’ve got to try…let’s take it backstage while we prep things out here for our Main Event!

~We cut to the back and Mario Maurako is walking down a hallway and then spots a plaque on the wall that reads “Dean’s Office”. Mario walks inside to find himself standing in the Men’s room where Dean has a table and a chair set up.~

Mario Maurako: Well I see you found the perfect spot for your office. It resonates my exact opinion of you.

~Dean slowly looks up, already knowing who's face is behind that condescending voice...upon laying his eyes on Maurako, the utter lack of surprise is expected~

Dean: Why are you here? Can't you see I'm busy...don't you have better things to do than bother me on the biggest night of my career?

Mario Maurako: Biggest night of your career? My how the mighty have fallen. You realize your office is in a bathroom right now right? You realize the best Bobbinette Carey has carried you to is a fucking Gymnasium? OCW is a joke, you are a joke.

Dean: Rome was not built in a day, sucka...you of all people should know that. Every enterprise endures its share of peaks and valleys...before reaching the highest of heights, one has to experience the lowest of lows. Of course, there's no need for me to defend myself to you...not with that look in your eye. How does that card look tonight? Should look pretty fucking familiar...you know, with you being just beneath the main event...again.

~Mario’s face contorts to a look of disdain upon hearing the verbal jab from the President of the Company. Mario takes a step towards Dean who flinches at first, but Mario just leans over and places both of his hands on Dean’s desk.~

Mario Maurako: I guess we will see in a few weeks just how happy you are Dean. All good things must come to an end. You should’ve let go years ago, and now I’m going to have to force you to let go.

~Mario pats the desk as he stands up and tips his imaginary hat as he turns and exit’s the bathroom turned office.~

Dean: I hate that mother fucker.

~We cut back to the announce team~

~We cut backstage where "The Ripper" Danny B steps out of his locker room, a high school classroom, and has an unexpected collision with Sean Fuller who splashes him down to the concrete. The two men brawl around on the floor until Sean frees himself from the entanglement and finds himself positioned ideally. Sean runs and kicks the locker room door into Danny's leg to keep him down. Sean drops a knee across Danny's throat and holds it there, jerking his head around with a handful of hair~

Sean Fuller: "It is not your night, boy."

~Sean positions Danny's head to block the locker room door should it try to close. Sean walks away laughing but then comes running back and knees the locker room door closed on Danny's head! Sean squats down smiling and laughing as Danny lays there~

Sean Fuller: "But you can Bleed For Me, boy."

~Sean gets up and walks off, this time for real; not just for a running start…we cut back to the announce team~

~We cut backstage where Skytz is knocking on a classroom door. He waited for a moment and when there was no answer he knocked again. The door slammed open and revealed “The Incredible” Ian Bishop as the crowd booed~

Ian: Didn’t you get the message the first time you knocked and I didn’t answer?

Skytz: Sorry Ian, but I was just wondering if we could get a word on your thoughts about your match tonight.

Ian: Well since you’ve disturbed me I guess you can… I will keep this short and sweet. Tonight the fans will witness a match that will define OCW for years to come. When people think of OCW and how it went to the next level they will think of this match. This match will put OCW on the map and give it the success it needs.

Skytz: We’re all hoping! And how do you think you will perform?

Ian: Really? How will I perform tonight? Let me put it to you this way. I have been nothing but dominant ever since stepping foot into OCW. Every match I have had has show calculated and effective domination and I even hold a victory over Brianna already that she can’t attest to. Yes she has super kicked me a few times and yes she splashed me through a table. That doesn’t mean anything anymore. Tonight she’ll be locked in the House of Mirrors with a man who WANTS nothing more than that title and NEEDS to see Brianna’s experimentation fail. Tonight OCW will be put on the map and the right person will lead it. That Skytz, will be me… because I’m that damn incredible.

~Bishop closes the door before Skytz can get another word as we transition back to ringside~

~Scene opens up outside in the parking lot of the high school, all the wrestlers cars are seen parked in the parking lot. Roach and Slater Kain are seen leaning up against Roach's black dodge charger. Roach is seen slowly puffing on a blunt as Slater is on his cell phone acting like he's texting someone. Skytz the Pimp comes running over to the two men scaring them as Roach tries to hide the blunt.~

Roach: Fuck Skytz! you can't be doing that, I thought you were the cops rolling up on me.

Skytz the Pimp: Fuck my bad Roach.

Slater Kain: You got to be careful around here fool, I almost pulled out my AK.

~Both Roach and Skytz look at each other before bursting out laughing.~

Roach: Yah! I'm sure you have a AK on you, you're an idiot.

Skytz the Pimp: Haha! that's funny shit.

Slater Kain: Is that funny you fucking piece of shit, I should beat your ass right now.

Roach: Back the fuck up Slater, you're not going to beat anyone's ass. You will beating your little ass dick in your bright ass red pants.

Slater Kain: Fuck off!

~Roach laughs before taking another toke of the blunt and blowing it towards Slater.~

Roach: So why the hell are you out here Skytz? I know your not out here trying to get all up on my blunt right here.

Skytz the Pimp: No Sir! I just wanted to see how you we're doing and how your feeling about your first Pay Preview match here in the OCW.

Roach: My match with The Lost Soul, well as you can see I'm not to worried about it. I mean I'm not worried about losing the match cause I'm not, I'm a little worried about what I'm going to do to the guy. I may be a little worried about what I'll be getting hit with or stabbed with, that's why I'm out here smoking this sweet old mary jane.

~Roach takes another puff before passing the blunt to Slater. Roach blows the smoke towards Skytz as he tries to suck it in like a creeper.~

Roach: You see Skytz mary jane goes way back with me, anytime I had a injury or anytime I was down. I could always count on mary jane, so as you can see I'm not worried at all or nervous about my first Pay Preview match. The best part about this match is that its my expertise. Dean knows how to run a business and he knows how to put a good show on, this match with TLS and myself is going to be the highlight of the night. Everyone is going to be talking about this match. Hardcore match's and a hardcore division make a federation more exciting.

~Slater hands Roach the blunt back as he takes a puff.~

Roach: There's going to be a lot of blood in this ring tonight, there's going to be a lot of weapons everywhere. The weapons are going to be broken and bent to shit after we are done with them. See where we're standing right now, I plan on pinning that jackass The Lost Soul right here. Like I said before after I win this match I'm going to be at the top of the OCW roster and I'm going to run a powerhouse train on everyone in this federation. So tonight is the night that everyone will get to see the real Roach, tonight is the night everyone will witness Roach almost kill someone. But the main thing is that everyone see's, especially the roster see's that Roach does not fuck around and is the real deal, tonight Roach will become Mr.Hardcore. So excuse me here Skytz I have to finish my mary jane and get ready for a nice victory and I guess I have to put a show on for these hillbilly fans.

~The crowd is heard booing inside as the camera slowly fades to black.~

~We cut backstage where right outside the gymnasium a cheap, 1980’s white hatch back Honda Civic pulls up near the gymnasium entrance. The hatchback slowly opens, much like the door to Michael J Fox’s DeLorean from Back to the Future. Smoke floods out of the opening as a man emerges through the noxious cloud. Hanging out of his mouth is a joint with a bottle of cheap vodka in his right hand. A pair of shades holds his dirty, stringy blonde hair from covering his face, a face which is well beyond the five o’clock shadow phase. He sports a pair of jeans, flip flops and a t-shirt, despite the stupid cold weather. He makes his way towards the entrance as the driver’s side door opens. A man in a gas mask peeks out. The gas mask is lifted up and we recognize Dean’s protégé, pro wrestler, former multi time World Champion and Hall of Famer….Derek Mobley~

Derek Mobley: Man, hurry up and give Dean that money we owe him so we can get the heck out of here…Austin is a long drive.

~Turning around and lifting up his shades, we recognize Warrick Hill, Derek’s former college roommate and pro wrestling tag partner. Despite being far superior to Derek in talent…Warrick’s career has only seen a fraction of the success Derek’s has…nobody has ever asked why. Warrick squints, looking at Derek~

Warrick Hill: Massachusetts? Why don’t we fly?

~Derek rolls his eyes~

Derek Mobley: AUSTIN…man, just quit thinking and…wait, you can get the cash to him, right? This isn’t a chore I need to handle personally, is it?

Warrick Hill: Nah, man, I got this shit. Be back in a new mexican minute.

~Derek puts the gas mask back on and rolls down all the windows in his old, dilapidated automobile. Most of which require him to lean over and crank with his arm. He tries to cleanse the vehicle of its smoke. Warrick enters into the gymnasium and is immediately met by security. Security in the form of a parent who most likely skipped out on chaperone duty at the latest dance and is now forced to work Resurrection~

Chaperone: Excuse me, sir…but no alcohol and whatever that is your smoking allowed on the premises.

~He knows its weed but has obviously been told to turn a blind eye with the ‘talent’ that’s supposed to show up and work tonight’s event. Warrick hands the man the vodka and then drops the half smoked joint into the bottle of vodka. He aggressively pats the Chaperone on his arm and leans in, almost touching noses with the man~

Warrick Hill: Keep up the good work, soldier!

~After mocking the chaperone, Warrick heads down the hallway behind the gymnasium, looking for whatever Dean is calling an office these days. In the background, we see the bottle of vodka burst into flames while the chaperone is holding onto it. He freaks out and takes off running. Warrick approaches a door and sees a Pizza Delivery guy standing outside of it. He knocks on the door~

Pizza Dude: Pizza for Zeus and/or a Mr. Hades…

~The Pizza guy rolls his eyes, feeling as though his time is being wasted. The bag containing the pizza is seated on a table to the delivery guy’s side. He continues to bang on the door, paying the food no attention. Warrick walks up, twirls the container around and slides the pizza out. He quickly shoves it under his arm as a student walking to class would his notebook. And ushers around a corner without being seen…having turned the corner, Warrick spots OCW newcomer and debuting superstar Alice Knight. She is reaching up into a vending machine, trying to snatch some low hanging candy bars. Warrick walks up and leans against the machine. Alice looks up and smiles~

Alice Knight: Oh, hey..nice hair…say, do you know how these things work?

Warrick Hill: You’re doing it wrong…

~Alice’s eyes immediately dart to the pizza under Warrick’s arm~

Alice Knight: Oh my gosh, I LOVE pizza.

~Warrick crouches down and places his hand inside the vending machine. He responds without looking at her~

Warrick Hill: Yep, it’s fairly tasty shit.

~He reaches inside the vending machine, maneuvers his arm, gives the machine a shove and retrieves a roll of four white powdered donuts. He stands up and hands them to Alice. Alice immediately feels how hard and old they are~

Alice Knight: Uhh, thanks…these are great…but you know what’s REALLY great? Pizza.

~Warrick wonders why she keeps referencing Pizza. Then he suddenly remembers the item underneath his arm~

Warrick Hill: Oh, shit…you want a slice?

Alice Knight: Oh my gosh, yes! What kind is it?

Warrick Hill: Umm…take a guess.

Alice Knight: Pepperoni? Is it Pepperoni?

Warrick Hill: It might be…

~He moves to grab a slice out of the box but stops himself…he’s never been one to give anything away for free. He looks her up and down~

Warrick Hill: Wait, if I give you a slice…what are you going to do for me?

Dean: SUCKA!

~Warrick’s head jerks in the direction of Dean’s favorite word. President Dean is standing in the entry way of his office for the evening. Alice’s eyes remain fixed on the pizza box. Dean marches up, not liking what he sees~

Dean: Why are you bothering people?

Warrick Hill: I was just teaching this hopefully eighteen year old chick tips she’s obviously going to need moving forward.

Dean: Her name is Alice and she works for OCW.

Warrick Hill: Oh, shit, so she like makes you coffee?

~Alice’s hand reaches out, inching closer towards the pizza box~

Dean: No, moron…she’s a competitor.

Warrick Hill: Damn, man…I didn’t know you hired chicks.

Dean: We’ve always had female wrestlers.

Warrick Hill: I know that, man…female wrestlers and chicks are two different things…saying a female wrestler is the same thing as a chick is like saying whatever’s in a Mcnugget is chicken.

Dean: I don’t have time for his, Warrick…into my office, now.

~Warrick does as his mentor instructs, taking the box with him. Alice stands there and watches the pizza leave her sight. Dean walks up to Alice with an important message~

Dean: Hopefully he is never at another OCW show ever again…but, by the miniscule chance that he is…you are to never talk with him, ever. Do you understand?

~Alice just stands there, staring at the door to Dean’s office which Warrick shut on his way inside. Dean looks at her and waves his hand in front of her face…Alice snaps out of her trance and smiles at Dean. She stands there, obviously hoping to catch Warrick and, most importantly, his pizza on their way out. Leo rushes up in a frenzy~

Leo the High School Intern: Dean…Zeus and Hades just beat the heck out of some poor pizza delivery guy…

Dean: Warrick…son of a bitch…

~Dean is about to head towards his office when he notices Alice is still there~

Dean: Why are you still here?

Alice Knight: Just admiring your really nice suit, Mr. Dean.

~Alice gives Dean a thumbs up with a ridiculously huge smile. Dean looks highly suspicious and leans in. He places his nose near Alice’s mouth and sniffs, looking for a trace of gasoline or some kind of narcotic on her breath. He backs away and stands upright. He looks down at her as if he’s trying to figure something out~

Dean: Riiiight…well, why don’t you go and prepare for your match….it’s up next.

~Dean puts his arm around Leo as he makes his way back towards his office door~

Dean: Leo, make sure they don’t drug test that one tonight, okay?

Leo the High School Intern: You got it, Dean.

~Dean ruffles Leo’s hair as a genuine show of appreciation before heading into his office and slamming the door behind him. We hear a loud “YOU DUMB MOTHER FUCKER” from behind the door before we cut back to ringside~

Internet Title #1 Contenders Match
"Messiah of Mayhem" Noah Mackenzie (3-2) vs. Dangerous Dan (2-1)

Smith: What a fantastic start to a tremendous Pay Per View this is going to be!

Hood: I’m already tired of your positive attitude.

Smith: Well with a company on the verge of actual extinction I’m trying to be as positive as I can be here tonight, Hoodsie!

Hood: And I’m trying to not jam my fist down your throat, so I guess we’re both dealing with our own issues tonight.

Smith: Kinky….I digress, this should be one hell of a match for a shot to be the first Internet Champion of the new era here in the OCW.

Hood: What’s Dean even thinking? Putting a new title in the mix when he doesn’t even know if the OCW is going to survive past tonight! A dumbass if I’ve ever seen one.

Smith: That’s our boss!

Hood: Correct, who hasn’t paid me in about a month and hasn’t given me any of the hookers or booze that I keep asking for that’s part of the rider in my contract!

Smith: You have a rider?

Hood: Fuck yeah I do!

~And the match begins as both Noah Mackenzie and Dangerous Dan circle each other, sizing each other up both debating on making a move. Mackenzie makes the first move as he makes a grab at the feet of Dangerous Dan, Dan sidesteps and gives a nice playful but forceful kick to the should of Noah. Noah smiles a bit as he makes his way back to his feet. The both circle each other again as Dan makes a grab at the feet of Noah this time, but Noah sidesteps Dan much like what was done to him earlier, but instead of a playful kick, Noah lands a vicious slap to the face of Dangerous Dan during his sidestep. Dan gets up infuriated as Noah smirks. Dan charges in as Noah sidesteps Dan’s attack once again and pushes him in his back, adding more force as Dan bounces of the ropes, Noah leapfrog’s Dan as Dangerous Dan comes off of the other side and leaps up in the air with a flying wheel kick, catching Noah square in the jaw. Mackenzie grabs his jaw as Dan bounces back up to his feet and goes in towards Noah so he can follow-up on his offense. He grabs Mackenzie by the arm and helps him to his feet. Dan pushes Noah into the ropes and whips him towards the other side. Still dazed by the wheel kick, Noah bounces off of the other side of the ropes and is hit with a forceful snap powerslam. Dan quickly goes or the cover as Scruff goes in for the count…~

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Shoulder Up!

Smith: Dangerous Dan seems to be trying to end the match early here!

Hood: I wouldn’t blame him! Noah Mackenzie is a beast! I hear that he actually has ate little babies.

Smith: Really Hood?

Hood: Absolutely! I wouldn’t put it past him! Look at all of those tattoos on him! I’m sure that he’s a devil worshipper!

Smith: I don’t think Dean would ever allow someone into the OCW who worships the devil.

Hood: You obviously have forgotten about some of the shady characters that Dean has let step foot into the OCW.

Smith: You’re overreacting, Hood.

Hood: You’ll see! I hear he’s going to make a human sacrifice sometime tonight too!

Smith: Now you’re just feeding into the drama.

Hood: You know, I hope that you’re the one that he sacrifices and then maybe he can resurrect you but in a better form, like non flesh eating zombie kind, that way you wouldn’t talk!

Smith: I’m not the one that people get tired of hearing…

~Dan pulls Noah back to his feet and issues a few knife-edged chops to the chest, forcing Mackenzie into the corner. Dan then irish whips Mackenzie towards the other side of the ring and into the opposite corner, following close behind the running Mackenzie is Dan who as soon as Noah makes contact with the turnbuckles connects with a running lariat, which ends up having Dan sitting between the top and middle turnbuckle. Noah staggers out of the corner and falls to his knees. Dan looks behind him and sees this. He ducks under the top rope and goes out to the apron. Dan centers up with Noah who slowly gets to his feet, initially facing the opposite way from where Dan is. Noah turns around slowly as Dan springboards off of the top rope, looking for a clothesline, but only to be met with a codebreaker-esque maneuver as Noah jumps up and catches Dangerous Dan in midair, placing his knees in Dan’s chest and hanging onto his shoulders as he drops back first into the mat. Dan bounces off of Noah’s knees, holding his chest and lands in the ropes hunched over the top rope is his head and neck~

Smith: Good Lord! What a spectacular comeback from The Messiah of Mayhem!

Hood: You know, for a devil worshipper, this guy has some fight in him.

Smith: How many times do I have to tell you that Noah Mackenzie is NOT a devil worshipper!?!

Hood: I’m sure you won’t be saying that when he has you naked on some stone table ready to slit your throat and cut your heart out.

Smith: Why am I suddenly disturbed that you had me naked in that scenario?

Hood: Ummm, I just assumed that he would sodomize you prior to killing you so that’s why you were naked.

Smith: Now I’m even more disturbed.

Hood: As you should be! That guy is going to kill you!!

~Noah senses an opportunity and quickly gets to his feet, he bounces off of the opposite ropes of where Dan is and charges towards Dangerous Dan, he jumps over Dan and catches the head of Dan with his hands driving his body weight and the extra momentum as he jumps to the outside of the ring, down on the head of Dan causing his head and neck to bounce off of the top rope. Dan falls to the mat now holding his neck and coughing. From the outside of the ring, Noah grabs the legs of Dangerous Dan and drags him towards the outside of the ring, stopping short of pulling Dangerous Dan completely out where Dan’s head is still on the other side of the ropes, his neck right under the bottom rope. Noah then falls backwards, holding onto Dangerous Dan’s legs, in a catapult like maneuver with all of the force going yet again against Dan’s throat. Dan once again hold’s onto his neck and is now completely on the outside of the ring. Noah slides into the ring as Scruff starts his obligatory 10 count~

Hood: This guy is ruthless! Just think what he’s going to do to you Smith before he kills you!!

Smith: I don’t think he’ll do such a thing.

Hood: I also hear that he has some type of Latin tattoo on him somewhere that actually summons the devil.

Smith: Now you’re speaking more than nonsense!

Hood: How the hell do you know?! Have you had intimate conversations with him?!

Smith: Why no, but…

Hood: Then don’t question me, bitch!

~Scruff has reach about a 5 count as Dan makes his way to his feet. Noah is obviously getting a little impatient with Dangerous Dan and Scruff’s slow count that he decides to take matters into his own hands. Mackenzie quickly scales the turnbuckles facing the outside of the ring and leaps off of he top rung, flying towards Dangerous Dan with front somersault but spreads out towards Dan and connects with a clothesline. Both men are now down on the outside as Scruff sighs and once again begins his 10 count…~

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...2…

…3…~Noah is the first person to stir rolling from side to side…~

…4…~Dan follows suit as Noah attempts to roll over to his knees…~

…5…

…6…~Noah makes it to his feet (groggily) as Dan has reached the apron and starts to pull himself up…~

…7…

…8…~Noah seems to regain his composure and slides back into the ring as Dan has almost pulled himself completely up…~

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…10! NO!

~Dan jumped into the ring at the last possible moment as Noah screams with anger. He goes towards Dan and pummels him with stomps to Dan’s ribs and back. Noah gets to the ground and turns over Dangerous Dan to where he’s facing the ceiling and gets in a mounted position. Noah Mackenzie starts swinging some tremendous right and lefts to the face of Dangerous Dan. Scruff comes in to try to break up the violence. But gets pushed to the side as Noah continues his maniacal punishment of Dangerous Dan~

Smith: Noah better be careful he doesn’t get himself disqualified!

Hood: Well technically…

Smith: Nobody cares Hood.

Hood: Wait, why are you being the dick right now and not me?

Smith: Don’t ask me, I’m not putting words into my mouth right now, someone else is.

Hood: Well tell that fucker that they need to get their characters straight!

Smith: Aye aye…

~Scruff gets up off of the ground and charges at Noah, jumping on his back trying to tear him away from Dangerous Dan. He succeeds, but not to the outcome that he wants. In the tussle, Noah has slung Scruff off of his back and flying into a corner where Scruff has hit his head and appears to be unconscious. Noah gets up realizing what he has done and goes over to check on the official as Dangerous Dan rolls from side to side, trying to overcome the pain and confusion~

Smith: Oh my! This doesn’t bode well for Noah Mackenzie!

Hood: Fuck that devil worshipping mother fucker!

Smith: What a mouth you have!

Hood: Fuck you cockbreath! Oh wait….this is much better…must have gotten control of the characters…

Smith: Everything is how it should be…the world is right…

Hood: Shut the fuck up with that nonsense!

~As Noah is bent down check on Scruff, trying to revive him, Dan has now made it to his feet. Noticing Mackenzie bent over checking on the downed official Dan slowly makes his way behind the unknowing Messiah of Mayhem. After standing there for about 3 seconds and the crowd going crazy with excitement, Dan issues a devastating dropkick to the back of the head of Noah Mackenzie, sending him face first into the middle turnbuckle. Noah falls lifeless on top of Scruff. Dan obviously wanting some redemption for the pummeling that he took moments ago pulls up the near dead weight body of Noah Mackenzie and plants a backhand chop across the face, allowing Noah to “wake up” if you will. After the slap is heard across the gymnasium, Dan follows it up with a quick leg kick to the right leg of Noah Mackenzie. Mackenzie’s leg buckles a bit but quickly regains his footing, only to be met with a forearm shot followed by another leg kick, sending MacKenzie staggering backwards. Dan looks behind him and bounces off of the ropes connecting with a corkscrew clothesline on Mackenzie, taking Noah down to the mat~

Hood: Ok, I’m getting a bit bored now.

Smith: You’re bored in practically every match that we have.

Hood: Well shouldn’t that tell you something?

Smith: That tells me that you we need to give you shiny things to keep you occupied.

Hood: Cocaine, booze and hookers will suffice.

Smith: Do you want me to get Angelle Laree to sing for you too so you can live your dream of being a rockstar?

Hood: Why the fuck would I want her singing for me? Have you not notice how shitty her music is? I don’t even know how she had a career in music.

Smith: Be nice.

Hood: Fuck that bitch.

Smith: She’s a lesbian…

Hood: She’s a dike, not a lesbian!

Smith: Same thing.

Hood: No! Obviously you do not know the pleasures of being a man who likes women.

~Dangerous Dan gets back to his feet and crouches in the corner, facing Noah Mackenzie who seems to be stirring on the ground. Dan raises his arms in the air, getting a heap of cheers from the audience in attendance who knows what is about to happen. Noah finally makes it to his feet, yet again staggering around. Dangerous Dan comes out from the corner and connects squarely in the chin of Noah Mackenzie with a superkick that has Noah laid out on his back. Dangerous Dan, sensing that the end is near, goes to the closest turnbuckle from where Noah Mackenzie is at and ascends the turnbuckles to the top. He then leaps off of the top rope with a swanton bomb connecting and landing squarely on the chest of Noah Mackenzie. He makes the cover instinctively as the crowd counts the three count~

Smith: Scruff is still out! Dangerous Dan has this match won!!

Hood: Oh save the dramatics, Smith.

Smith: But we have a number one contender that could have been crowned right now for the vacated Internet Title!!

Hood: Ugh, you remind me of one of those southern belles from some 1930’s movie.

Smith: Frankly my dear I don’t give a damn….

Hood: Oh good God…

~Dan still has the cover and the leg hooked when suddenly Gavin Reed rushes out from the backstage area and slides into the ring. Dan looking a little shocked, keeps the pin as Gavin starts to make the count..~

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3! NO!

~Gavin has stopped his hand from hitting the mat just millimeters from it. He slowly raises his head and meets face to face, staring into the eyes of Dangerous Dan. The hand that Gavin was using to make the count comes up and he raises his middle finger and shoves it into the face of Dangerous Dan. Dan is beside himself and makes his way to his feet and towards Gavin as Gavin quickly gets up and backs himself up into a corner, raising his hands like he is sorry~

Smith: Gavin Reed just screwed Dangerous Dan!

Hood: Hah! I always knew I liked that prick!

Smith: Dan was cheated!!

Hood: Fuck that bastard! He was cheated, hell the match hasn’t even ended yet, so just shut the fuck up!

~Gavin, still backed into the corner now comes face to face with Dangerous Dan as Dan starts to yell in the face of Gavin. Finally after about 20 seconds of yelling Dan seems like he’s had enough of Gavin’s apologies and raises his arm back to go in for a swing but it’s caught and Dangerous Dan is swung around by the arm and is face to face yet again with The Messiah of Mayhem. Noah quickly kicks Dangerous Dan in the stomach and gets behind him. Noah Mackenzie lifts up Dangerous Dan from behind like he’s delivering a belly to back suplex but instead twists Dan around and drops him straight on his head with an Omega Driver!!! Noah Mackenzie quickly positions Dangerous Dan by the turnbuckle and scales that same turnbuckle. He makes it to the top and leaps off of it with a shooting star press right into a leg drop on Dangerous Dan. He quickly makes the cover and Gavin obliges on making the count…~

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3!!!!

Smith: Gavin Reed just screwed Dangerous Dan!

Hood: Ok, ok you already said that…I’m tired of hearing it.

Smith: But he did!

Hood: Will it make you shut up if I agreed with you?

Smith: Possibly.

Hood: Well he certainly made an impact, how about that.

Smith: Rubbish!

Belvedere: Here is your winner and new #1 Contender for the Internet Title…”THE MESSIAH OF MAYHEM” NOAH MACKENZIE!!!!!

~Mackenzie’s arm is raised the victor by Gavin Reed as Scruff finally stirs in his corner and out comes “The Ripper” Danny B, running to the ring. He slides in and stands behind Gavin Reed. Noah is the first to turn around and see The Ripper standing behind Reed. Noah quickly raises his hands and backs up away from Danny B. Gavin suddenly gets bug-eyed and turns around, only to be met with the smiling face of Danny B. Danny slaps Gavin across the face and then goes for the RKS to a helpless Gavin Reed, but Reed is pushed out of the way by Noah Mackenzie. Realizing that nobody is there to connect the RKS to Danny B tries to turn around, but it’s too late and Noah Mackenzie already has Danny B raised up into a belly to back suplex, twisting him around and driving him down to the mat with an Omega Driver. Gavin smiles and laughs, standing over the fallen Danny B. But it doesn’t look like Gavin is down. He tells Noah to pick up Danny B and drive him down to the mat once again. Noah obliges but instead of hitting another Omega Driver, he brings The Ripper crashing down to the mat with his own maneuver, the RKS. Gavin pleased by the turn of events smiles and points on Noah Mackenzie, raising Mackenzie’s arm in victory~

#1 Contenders Battle Royal

Smith: Folks, up next is going to be one hell of one with most of the roster battling it out to challenge for Internet title against Noah Mackenzie. As you can see they are all piling in right now.

~Kenshin is the latest guy in the ring as his music dies down. Finally, The Greek God’s music hits as they confidentally make their way to the ring side by side~

Hood: Hey Smith…

Smith: Yes?

Hood: There are too many women in the ring. Hell, there are too many women in this whole event.

Smith: Times have changed. We have very diverse talent in the ring right now. All from different backrounds and different styles. I think it is a GREAT time to be an OCW fan.

~Right as Zeus and Hades enter the ring, the bell rings AND Angelle Laree nails Hades with a dropkick as Crazy Chris clotheslines Zeus …BOTH ARE TOSSED OVER THE ROPE AT THE SAME TIME AND TUMBLE TO THE GROUND!~

Smith: Both Zeus and Hades are IMMEDIATELY eliminated as the rest of the roster battles it out immediately in the ring.

Hood: How do the Greek God’s still have jobs?

Smith: They must have a REALLY good agent.

~In the ring, the roster is hammering away at one another. Jeremy and Tiami Tyler Santos immediately begin on the double team of MJ Bell. Alice Knight immediately nails Kenshin with a running knee lift …it separates him from MJ Bell, who is on the wrong side of a beating by Jeremy and Tiami. Sean Fuller and Danny B trade blows between eachother …until Johnny Riot is irish whipped into their scrimish and both to batter him lefts and rights. Crazy Chris and Laree are locked up while Victor Slade is choking Alexis Terry in the corner. Tiami and Jeremy have MJ cornered on the turnbuckle and both take turns delivering knife edge chops to her. Knight is still in control of Kenshin as she hits him with an atomic drop. Tiami and Jeremy start to attempt to toss MJ Bell over the top rope but she holds on for dear life. Suddenly, Angelle and Chris stop battling amongst themselves and join the Power Couple in trying to toss her over the top. She is now on the apron now and is fighting for dear life as the four continue to get her out of this early~

Smith: And it seems like at least Angelle, Chris, Tiami and Jeremy consider MJ Bell a REAL threat tonight.

Hood: I think that Tiami and Jeremy are STILL upset about their treatment last Monday by MJ Bell and Kenshin. And Kenshin can’t help here because he has his hands full with that homeless lady.

~Alice Knight lunges at Kenshin only to be caught and slammed to the mat HARD with a scoop slam. . As MJ Bell tries to hold on for dear life on the apron, Victor Slade has joined in on trying to get MJ out of the ring as Alexis Terry is coming to in the corner. On the OTHER SIDE OF THE RING …Sean Fuller and Johnny Riot have Danny B on the apron as well and try to shove him off with their points. But suddenly there is a rise in the crowd as Kenshin slings shots himself into the crowd trying to toss MJ over. Once he collides with him they disperse like a bunch of bowling pins. The five try to come to …but as they do, MJ springboards off the rope and lands beautiful dropkick into the cranium of Jeremy Santos. Meanwhile Kenshin does a leg lariat that takes out Angelle and then a belly to back to Chris. On the other side of this ordeal MJ hits a dragoncanrana on Tiami. But Jeremy Santos grabs her hair from behind but before he can do so, he is hit with a lariat from Kenshin. MJ is out of his grasp but Tiami spins her around kicks her in the gut but then goes for a swinging neckbreaker but before she can do the move, MJ shoves her off and whips her into the turnbuckle. Soon Kenshin whips Jeremy into the same turnbuckle as the two collide. Kenshin then grabs MJ by the arm and launches her into the Powercouple with a corner splash, this makes Jeremy stumble forward ….RIGHT BEFORE GETTING NAILED WITH A Coppu kick from Kenshin which takes him out for the time being. MJ then hits a shoulder block on Tiami in the corner. MJ and Kenshin look at eachother and nod. Kenshin then launches MJ into Tiami …AND SHE DROP KICKS ONE HALF OF THE POWER COUPLE RIGHT OUT OF THE RING AS SHE LANDS ON THE GYM FLOOR.~

Smith: Kenshin and MJ’s relationship is really paying off here as they just knocked off one half of the Power Couple.

Hood: Dammit, I thought Tiami was kind of a cute. Oh well, at least Alexis Terry is still in this match.

Smith: Not only that but she is now taking the fight to Victor Slade.

~The camera cuts to Terry landing running STO on Victor Slade and laying him out. Johnny Riot fights off Danny B and Fuller and is back in the ring mixing it up with Fuller as Danny B quickly slips away and towards the corner to gather himself as the rest battle amongst themselves. Now Jeremy Santos finds himself being double teamed by MJ and Kenshin as Angelle and Chris are once again on the same page and giving Alice Knight chops in the corner turnbuckle. Slade irish whips Alexis Terry into the rope and be bounces back with a clothesline that sends her OVER THE TOP ROPE. He quickly turns away to pull Danny B away from the corner~

Smith: Wow, and Alexis Terry is eliminated much earlier than I thought she would be from this match. I actually had her pegged to win it given her resume.

Hood: Wait ….look …

The camera just barely catches Alexis Terry skinning the cat and barely avoiding her feet from touching the floor as she pulls herself back to the apron.

Smith: Wow, great athleticism from the former GIW Undisputed Champion. This young lady is my choice to win.

Hood: She is good, but pick here is Danny B. He was smart in not rushing himself into action and look at that lion’s mane he has for hair. He would make an amazing Internet Champion.

~On the other side of the ring, Kenshin and MJ Bell do a good job of almost getting Jeremy Santos over the ropes but he fights out of it with a few lefts and rights. As Victor Slade and Jeremy B trade blows, Alice Knight is whipped into both men by Crazy Chris. She shrugs and immediately starts throwing lefts and rights at both Danny B and Victor Slade. She delivers a side Russian leg sweep to Danny B …who once again slides away to another side of the ring. Alice Knight has Slade on the ropes and clotheslines him over the top. He lands on the apron …but all it takes is a swift spinning heel kick from Alice Knight to send him down to the ground~

Smith: And the determined Alice Knight eliminates Victor Slade in impressive fashion.

Hood: She only wants to win this and the Internet title just so she can be in a tax bracket that gets her fed.

Smith: What is so wrong with that?

Hood: WE JUST SHOULD NOT BE HIRING HOMELESS PEOPLE. What does that say about the company?

Smith: Seeing is that we have several former World Champions in the ring as well as international superstars, I think we are going to be a-okay.

~On the other side of the ring, MJ Bell hits Jeremy Santos with her patented shining Wizard that gets a pop from the fans. This enough to daze Santos as she grabs him by the back of the head and tosses him out of the ring and onto the floor below~

Hood: The name “Power Couple’ MIGHT have been an over statement as the Santos are kind of not living up to the name.

Smith: They have been quite the disappointment thus far and both of them getting tossed out so early in the match does not bode well for their employment I would imagine. But on the bright side, that spells TWO ELIMINATIONS for MJ Bell here tonight. She has been quite impressive so far.

Hood: I have always had a thing for red heads.

Smith: Yeah, you might have to fight Kenshin to get to that red head. Speaking of which they have been showing amazing teamwork thus far.

Hood: Yeah, it is just too bad this isn’t a tag team match and is an every person for themself situation. ~The camera pans over to Sean Fuller who is on the apron as Johnny Riot is trying to push him off but Fuller grabs him by the head and slams his throat onto the rope stunning him. He then pulls him up over the rope and the two are now the apron and trading blows back and forth. Fuller gives him a modified version of bleed for me as he delivers a knee to the gut and a forearm to the face that sends Riot careening to the floor below~

Smith: And there goes Johnny Riot, another underperformer as of late.

Hood: Well, it looks like the underachievers are out now and we are stuck with the cream of the crop …and Alice Knight.

Smith: Great maneuvering by Sean Fuller to take out Johnny Riot. He might be a dark horse to win this one.

~MJ Bell and Kenshin nod at each other as they go to double team Sean who just re-entered the ring thinking that he might be the biggest threat. They start hammering on him in the corner as Alexis is taking it to Angelle and whips her into the ropes …but before Alexis can eliminate her, she gets a swinging neckbreaker from Alice Knight that plants her into the mat. Angelle, showing great Fortitude looks to lift her self on the ropes for a springboard maneuver …but as she does “The Ripper” lunges at the ropes and disrupts her balance making her fall backwards onto the floor below~

Smith: And a slight misstep there takes Angelle out of this match, but that move looked like it would have been great. But none the less it was a good effort on her part.

Hood: The real news here is that Danny B is certainly playing this smarter than everyone else in the ring currently. He is picking his spots VERY carefully.

Smith: Yes, but he isn’t the only one who is playing it smart as the teaming of MJ and Kenshin seems to be quite effective at this point. And Alice has been seemingly resourceful thus far.

Hood: Meh, let’s not forget about Crazy Chris who is still in this one right now and looks to be trying to sever that little alliance between MJ and Kenshin you are having multiple orgasms over.

~And indeed, Crazy Chris slams MJ Bell’s head into the turnbuckle and immediately whips Kenshin to the other side of the corner before following up with a tornado DDT. As MJ comes to Sean Fuller immediately slams her head back into the turnbuckle before lifting her up for a brutal backbreaker. He immediately proceeds to attempts to pull her up …as he does so. Fuller then pulls her up off her feet and lifts the smaller person over his head and brings her closer to the ropes. He attempts to dump her over …but might have put too much power into it as he doesn’t toss her into the ground but instead launched her INTO the crowd~

Hood: HOLY HELL! There was a lot power behind that …Fuller through her so far that not only was she eliminated but she was thrown into the crowd. So much for her…

Smith: Um …

Hood: Her alliance with Kenshin but…

Smith: I hate to break it to you but MJ Bell isn’t out of this one just yet. LOOK!

~When Bell was thrown into the crowd, they didn’t drop her onto the floor. Instead the crowd caught her and started crowd surfing her back towards the barricade~

Hood: What the hell am I watching.

Smith: You are watching our very enthusiastic getting involved in some audience participation as they aren’t going to let MJ get eliminated THAT easy.

Hood: That is insane. She was eliminated.

Smith: Did her feet hit the floor?

Hood: No.

Smith: Then she isn’t eliminated.

~She makes it to the VERY thin steel barricade and balances on it as the crowd continues to hold her steady. She looks around for how exactly she is going to get back into the ring …and eyes Kaitlyn Fuller at ringside and in close proximity. MJ leaps off the barricade and immediately hops on Kaitlyn’s back in a piggyback formation. Kaitlyn squirms back and forth trying to get MJ off of her back~

Smith: That is definitely a “way” back into the ring. You cannot say that MJ isn’t creative can you?

Hood: I think I had a dream like this once.

~Kaitlyn gets close enough to the apron that MJ dismounts onto the steel steps before re-entering this contest~

Smith: That was something.

Hood: That girl has some great balance.

Smith: And she is still in this one.

~With just seven competitors left, there has seemingly been a conscious effort to eliminate the biggest threats as Fuller and Chris are trying to get Kenshin, an international star who has held several titles, over the top rope while Danny B and Alice have Alexis, a former World Champion elsewhere, on the apron and try to kick her off. MJ dropkicks Crazy Chris away from Kenshin while Kenshin nails Fuller with a forearm to re-gain his footing and goes on the offensive. Alexis nails Danny B with a desperation shoulder block to Danny. She then grabs Alice Knight by the hair and drags her to the turnbuckle to slam her head into it. Alexis gets on the top turnbuckle and nails MJ Bell with a missile dropkick, while Crazy Chris gets a bit of the impact as well and falls backwards~

Smith: Alexis Terry is looking wonderful in her debut thus far …but I think it is something that was to be expected. Signing her was a “GET.”

Hood: I just don’t buy that. She is talented but a “GET.” Really?

Smith: There is serious word of mouth about her and I think she is proving that right now.

~Sean Fuller has Kenshin dazed and is about to go for an elimination BUT Kenshin ducks him, kicks him in the gut and lands a cradle tombstone piledriver he calls Takamura Driver II on him which gets a BIG reaction from the crowd. But he turns around into A RANHEI KNOWN AS A GLAM GO ROUND BY ALEXIS TERRY. Before she can attempt to get him over the top rope, Danny B strikes her with a Destinee, a running knee to the head which lays her out. Out of nowhere MJ NAILS HIM WITH HER SECOND SHINING WIZARD OF THE EVENING. But she is immediately hit with a Diving Reverse Side Kick off Top Turnbuckle from Crazy Chris. Alice goes to deliver her patented X-Factor to Chris but he blocks it and goes for an STO which she ducks. She irish whips him into the ropes and goes for a spear but Chris steps out of the way as she collides with the ropes. Before he can do anything, a barely recovering Sean Fuller grabs him and hits him with his version of the Downward Spiral that he has named Down the Alley. Sean looks around at the bodies laying in the ring but doesn’t see Alice charge at him and then lays him out with an X-factor. She pulls him up and irish whips him over the top rope~

Smith: Sean Fuller didn’t see Alice Knight coming up from behind and now finds himself eliminated.

Hood: It was a lucky shot. She just happened to be the last person standing.

Smith: Nevertheless, that was an amazing display of the competitor’s key moves.

Hood: And now all but Knight is laid out. Her winning the Internet title contendership would be the worst.

~Alice pulls up MJ Bell and whips her into the ropes. She begins to try tossing her over the top rope but Bell begins to struggle right as Kenshin comes to pull her off MJ Bell before irish whipping her to the other side of the ring. MJ Bell and Kenshin rush to clothesline off the ropes …but MJ instead grabs him by the head and attempts to throw himself and Bell over the to rope~

Smith: And MJ Bell proves that it IS every person for herself.

Hood: Okay, I actually might like her style.

~Kenshin lands on the apron and she shrugs at him before launching herself into Alice and Kenshin trying to knock them off …but it seems like Kenshin has countered that and is now trying to pull her over the rope as well. It is at this point that Danny B comes up from behind MJ Bell and attempt to throw all three of the top rope. All three are close to being tipped over as Danny B applies the pressure …BUT CHRIS COMES UP FROM BEHIND AND USES THAT MOMENTUM TO TOSS HIM OVER! And as Chris topples him over …MJ, Kenshin and Knight pulls the top rope down and Danny B goes toppling to the outside and he cannot believe it~

Smith: Well …there goes your pick.

Hood: I never picked him. I always thought that Crazy Chris would be the winner here.

Smith: RIIIIIGGGGHHHHHHT!

~But the impact also toppled Crazy Chris out onto the apron. Taking advantage of the situation, Alice Knight starts throwing blows with him to knock him off. He fights back but soon Kenshin and MJ Bell start throwing blows with the other. Soon, all four are fighting eachother while also trying to maintain their balance. They do not notice Alexis Terry slongshot herself off the ropes AND INTO ALL FOUR …knocking off BOTH crazy Alice Knight and Crazy Chris. Both Kenshin and MJ Bell hold onto the ropes for dear life and skin the cat together~

Smith: WOW! Alexis almost just won the WHOLE damn thing right there. But she did manage to eliminate Alice Knight and Crazy Chris AT THE SAME TIME. There goes your second pick by the way.

Hood: I never picked him. I think Alexis Terry is SURE to win.

Smith: You were bad mouthing her only MINUTE ago.

~MJ and Kenshin re-enter the ring and all three of them begin to stare down each other. They start to circle around …waiting for one of the other to make the next move.~

Smith: And we are down to the final three as both are vying to be one of the two contenders for the Internet Title.

Hood: Here is hoping that Kenshin and MJ hurt eachother so bad that their relationship can be repaired.

Smith: Now that is not a nice thing to say.

~Alexis Terry charges at Kenshin but he slams her to the mat with an arm drag followed by a belly to back suplex. He is then taken down by MJ Bell nailing him with a hurricanrana. She quickly follows up with a springboard moonsault. Once she is back up, Alexis nails her with a German Suplex, she keeps it locked in and delivers ANOTHER, and then a third. Alexis goes to eliminate MJ …but MJ counters and ends up whipping her into the ropes …she follows up with a few chops …but then Alexis reverses it starts trying to shove her over the ropes. Kenshin comes to and helps Alexis throw MJ over the ropes. But Alexis struggles and kicks her in the head and both are forced to drop her ...once her feet hit the ground, she hits her with an enziguri. She performs a Dragoncanrana to Terry as the fans in attendance give her a very GOOD reaction~

Smith: MJ Bell is on FIRE tonight and certainly has impressed tonight …she just needs to eliminate two more and she is the contender.

Hood: Not likely, she only was able to stay in the match because Kenshin protected her.

Smith: That did not happen.

~Her and Kenshin look at eachother and lock up with Kenshin winning the exchange and delivering a fisherman suplex. He picks her and tosses her on his shoulder and is about to toss her out …BUT she holds onto the ropes and refuses to let him toss her over. Kenshin quickly catches on and outstretches her by the legs as she continues to hold on. He then twists her slamming her to the mat. Kenshin pulls her up and proceeds to toss her over the top rope and onto the outside~

Hood:HA! I told you! She has been eliminated and is NOT going to win.

Smith: Either way, MJ has made quite an impression tonight and just might have stole the show this evening. She has nothing to be ashamed of. I am sure that she is going to be a contender for ANY title maybe based on this performance alone.

Hood: Boo hoo! Get to the back sweet heart. We are down to the final two.

Smith: That we are. It is either going to be Alexis Terry or Kenshin Takamura moving on to challenge for the internet title.

~Alexis wastes no time in setting up Kenshin in Ranhei position but he counters it into a backbreaker. He goes for the Takamura Driver but she sneaks out of it and whips him towards the ropes. She follows looking to eliminate him immediately …but Kenshin ducks her and she lands on the apron. He approaches to give her the final shove off BUT she hits a high kick on him. She tries to pull him over from the outside but he refuses to budge. She head butts him and he backs up. Alexis springboards off the ropes and lands him in hurricanrana position ..but he catches it and sets her up in a powerbomb postion while looking to dump her over the ropes. He throws her over BUT she keeps her legs around his neck and is now hanging upside down trying to use her legs to pull him over and its looks like she is making progress~

Hood: My ONLY pick for this match is going to do it. Look at her, she is going to eliminate him.

Smith: Kenshin hasn’t been eliminated yet though. But what she is doing is DEFINITELY one hell of a risk.

~Kenshin begins to lose his balance as she holds onto the bottom rope to make sure she doesn’t toss herself over. Kenshin goes over the top, but she isn’t able to use the leverage to toss him to the ground. Instead, he lands on the apron with the legs still locked around him. In a HUGE risk, he lifts her up in Takamura Driver position. He holds her up in the air for just moment before hitting a variation of his finisher that has her crashing into the ground. Moments later the bell rings~

Hood: DAMMIT! I blame MJ for this. If they weren’t protecting each other this wouldn’t have happened.

Smith: Alexis was impressive in her debut but Kenshin’s experience around the world has seemingly given him the edge …and now he finds himself as the contender for the Internet Title and will be facing either Dangerous Dan or Noah Mackenzie at the coming Masscre.

Belvadere: Here is your winner and contender for the Internet Title …KENSHIN TAKAMURA!!!!!

~Kenshin is in the middle of the ring on his knees, happy with his win but very calm about it. He goes to the top turnbuckle to celebrate as Alexis Terry is on the outside, recovering~

Smith: I have a feeling that this is ONLY a sampling of things to come from this man. Even you have to admit that surviving a battle royal like this takes A LOT of fortitude and that Kenshin has shown that tonight in this wonderful opening match.

Hood: *Sigh. Yes, I will give Kenshin his props. His performance was pretty good …but I still think he cheated.

”Sadistic Insanity” Damian Payne (2-0) vs. Rain (1-2)

Belvedere: Lades and Gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall…

~”Waters Rising” by Alter Bridge begins to play as Rain makes his way down to the ring to a slight ovation from the crowd~

Belvedere: Introducing first, from Chicago, Illinois, standing 6’0 feet tall and weighing in at 225 lbs…Rain!!!

~Rain gets inside the ring as his music ends and “It’s Goin Down” by X-Ecutioners begins to play. The fans stand and boo when they see the massive Damian Payne make his way down to ringside. He gets into the ring as his theme comes to a close~

Belvedere: And his opponent, from Denver, Colorado…standing 6’9 and weighing in at 295lbs…”Sadistic Insanity” Damian Payne!!!

~Belvedere exits the ring~

Hood: Fuck me, the “match” is about to begin.

Smith: Sound more excited! This should be a great matchup!

Hood: You’re kidding me right?!

~Scruff calls for the bell as the action gets underway. Rain makes the first move by charging towards his much larger opponent, landing a quick dropkick to the right knee of the off-guard Damian Payne. Payne drops to one knee but gets to his feet in time to sidestep another dropkick from Rain that was headed towards the other knee of Payne. Obviously a little shaken up by the dropkick Payne walks just a little gingerly on his leg as Rain is slower to get to his feet after his head hit the unforgiving shitty mat. Payne capitalizes on the amount of time that it’s taking Rain to get to his feet and gives him a quick boot to the ribcage, lifting Rain off the ground with the impact. Rain lands on all fours as Payne follows it up with another kick to the ribcage/gut of Rain, which sends Rain once again up off of the mat a bit. Rain hits the mat and immediately holds his left side as he rolls over to the uninjured side~

Hood: BOOOORRIIIINNNNGGG!!!

Smith: Can you have some respect for the competitors in this match please?

Hood: Uhhh….no.

Smith: You’re such a jackass.

Hood: And I’m proud of it! How many times do I have to tell you that Dean hired me because I had to be a buffer to your stupid ass.

Smith: Funny…Dean told me the same thing but that I was the buffer to you.

Hood: That no good son of a bitch! I’m going to...

Smith: You’re much too old Hoodsie to beat anyone’s ass.

Hood: I never said I was going to beat his ass! If you would have let me finish you would know that I was going to say that I’m going to short him on the next coke deal.

Smith: I would like to believe our beloved President doesn’t do drugs.

Hood: Believe what you will…

~Payne, sensing a bit of blood in the water decides to continue the onslaught and picks up Rain and whips him into the ring ropes. Rain comes bouncing off of the ropes as Payne looks for the clothesline but is met with nothing but air as Rain cartwheels his way around Damian. Rain quickly bounces off of the other side of the ropes and before Damian Payne can turn around, Rain lands a sensational bulldog, ramming Payne’s head down to the mat. Rain quickly notices that this is a perfect opportunity for him to capitalize as he runs towards the ropes that are at the left side of Payne, he jumps on the middle rope and comes off in a moonsault, landing square on the back of Damian Payne~

Smith: It looks like Rain has taken control of this match!

Hood: Captain Obvious strikes again!

Smith: I prefer Captain Amazing Color Commentator.

Hood: And I’d prefer to have 5 hookers, 3 bottles of Jack Daniels and a kilo of cocaine right now but we can’t all always get what we want, now can we Smith?

Smith: You need Jesus.

Hood: I’ve tried that but when I tell him what I want I end up with the exact opposite.

Smith: Jesus isn’t Santa Clause.

Hood: Oh, I must have mixed of the lore of the two.

~Rain gets to his feet after the moonsault and measures up his opponent, he starts to pick up Sadistic Damian Payne by his hair and gets him up to his hands and knees but lets go as a sick smile runs across his face. Rain takes a couple of steps back and then picks up a little bit of speed going towards Payne, as he reaches Damian he utilizes one of his own kicks to the ribcage/stomach of Damian Payne. Payne lifts off the ground much like Rain did, falling back on his hands and knees, now more in a fetal position, but not completely. Rain takes a few more steps back and charges in again with a kick to the stomach but Payne moves just enough and catches the leg of Rain and pushes it up, causing Rain to miss and the momentum of the missed kick making Rain slip and fall. Payne quickly gets to his feet, and immediately goes after Rain. He picks up the same leg the he pushed up just a moment ago and applies a figure four leg lock to his opponent. Rain screams out in pain as Scruff checks to see if Rain gives up, but Rain resists as Damian Payne cranks up the pressure of the hold~

Smith: The dreaded figure four leglock! This could be over Hoodsie!

Hood: I highly doubt it. How long ago was the last time that you saw somebody give up to the figure four?

Smith: Well…there was, no, wait…OH! About two….no, that’s not right. Well shit…

Hood: My point exactly!

Smith: Party pooper!

Hood: Just doing my job here Smithard

Smith: Smithard?

Hood: Something new I’m trying out. I sorta like it.

Smith: Well I don’t.

Hood: Good, then Smithard from now on it is.

~Payne finally releases the hold after realizing that it’s not going to be enough to put Rain down for Damian to pick up the win. Rain is holding onto his knee after the prolonged figure four as Payne follows up with a series of kicks to the same knee that Rain is holding, methodically plotting out the demise of Rain. Damian picks up the fallen Rain and whips him towards the corner but Rain doesn’t make it there, falling down to the mat and clutching his knee about halfway to the corner. Payne points and laughs at Rain as the mixed reaction of cheers and boos comes in from the crowd. Payne stalks Rain, who is currently on his side holding onto his knee. Payne approaches Rain and turns him over to his stomach. He grabs the injured leg of Rain and puts his foot on the back of the knee. Damian raises up the leg, lifting Rain’s lower body off of the ground a bit and then releases it driving it down to the mat with his foot with tremendous force. Rain screams in agony as Scruff goes in to check on Rain~

Smith: Rain could be seriously injured here!

Hood: Who actually gives 2 fucks?

Smith: I may.

Hood: Well I don’t and you “may” isn’t a definitive answer.

Smith: Fine…I guess I don’t TRULY care.

Hood: I always knew you had a bad streak in you Smithard!

Smith: Stop calling me that Hoodsie!

Hood: You stop calling me that and I’ll stop calling you Smithard.

Smith: Fine, deal.

Hood: Good, now continue calling the match…Smithard.

Smith: Bastard!

~Scruff has now backed away, meaning either Rain doesn’t want the match to stop or Scruff is just too incompetent to do his job correctly, probably the latter. Damian Payne senses his opportunity and pulls up Rain to an almost standing position. Damian then starts a series of left and right punches with some forearm shots mixed in, to the face of Rain sending him staggering backwards and into the corner. Damian lifts Rain up to the top rope and then bends him over, placing Rain upside down on Damian Payne’s shoulder. Payne walks to the middle of the ring and then crashes down with a muscle buster, Payne follows it up with a pin attempt…~

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3! NO!

~Damian Payne pulls Rain up at the last millisecond~

Smith: Damian just hit the Soothing Sound of Crunching Bones! It should have been over there!

Hood: One, tell me who the fuck comes up with these horrible names and two, obviously he didn’t want it to be over.

Smith: Thanks for stating the obvious Hood.

Hood: You do it all the time so why can’t I?

Smith: Fine, whatever.

Hood: Now can we get back to the match so the rest of the world is put out of their misery? This match is horrible!

~Scruff is still scolding Damian Payne for stopping the count. Payne shrugs off the scolding and picks up an almost lifeless Rain. Payne places Rain’s head in between his legs and then lifts him up for a powerbomb, he then places his hand around Rain’s throat and then drives Rain down to the mat with the Chokebomb! He goes for the pin once again…~

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3!!!!

~The bell rings and Scruff raises Payne’s hand in victory~

Hood: About fucking time!

Smith: Well Payne could have ended it about a minute earlier if he wanted to.

Hood: I don’t blame him for wanting to kick that smug prick’s ass a little more than needed.

Smith: Always so violent…

Belvedere: Here is your winner “SADISTIC INSANITY” DAMIAN PAYNE!!!!!

Roach (3-1) vs. The Lost Soul (1-1)

Belvedere: Ladies and gentleman the next match is a hardcore match scheduled for one fall meaning there are no rules, no disqualifications and falls count anywhere! Introducing first being accompanied to the ring by Slater Kain, from Windsor, Ontario, Canada, standing at 6’4” and weighing in tonight at 265 pounds… ROACH!

~“King Nothing” by Metallica plays and the crowd gets up to boo Roach as he comes out flipping off the crowd with Slater Kain close behind. On his way to the ring Roach pulls out a blunt and Slater comes by with a lighter to light the joint~

Smith: Are you serious? He’s going to get high before his match?

Hood: I need to find out Roach’s dealer after the show.

Smith: You too Hood? Both of you could get fired for that.

Hood: Dean said on his official Twitter account that they do not have a drug policy!

Smith: Oh… well in that case maybe I’ll indulge in some.

Hood: Only cool people can do it.

Smith: Darn!

~Roach gets ready to take a hit but The Lost Soul comes out without warning and bulldogs Roach on to the ground and the joint goes flying. The bell rings and the ref comes over to the two of them as TLS picks Roach up and brings him to the gymnasium door. Before TLS can do anything though Roach knees TLS hard in the stomach and then puts his head between the gym door and the large horizontal door handles. He then closes the handle onto TLS’ neck as he struggles to catch his breath. Slater Kain then comes over and starts to rub the burning joint on TLS’ face~

Smith: An old fashioned ambush by TLS!

Hood: He is tricky…but Roach has made a nice comeback with the patented ‘joint to the face’ maneuver.

Smith: I loathe these hardcore matches.

~TLS flings his arms and Slater bounces back so he doesn’t get hurt. TLS kicks the shins of Roach who doubles down to one knee and TLS frees himself from the door bars. TLS takes Roach’s bandana off his head and begins to choke Roach with it. Slater is yelling at Roach to pull it together as Roach delivers a hard elbow to TLS’ nose. Roach then slams TLS’ head on the gym door and he falls back onto the cement floor. Roach picks TLS up and pushes him out of the gymnasium and out into the high school hallway. Roach grabs TLS by his head and his pants and throws him head first into a locker as it dents and TLS falls to the floor again. Roach opens one of the lockers and places TLS head where the door would close. He takes a few steps down the hall and then rushes the locker giving it a big boot and the locker slams into TLS’ head. Roach goes down for a pin~

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Kick Out!!

Smith: We have our first pin attempt!

Hood: I hated high school lockers, I could never remember my combination.

Smith: Seriously?

Hood: Dude, you know I’m bad with numbers.

Smith: It’s just three numbers and a few twists

Hood: Fuck off

~TLS kicks out pretty quickly from that as Roach smacks TLS in the cheek. Roach picks TLS up and goes to whip him into a wooden class room door but TLS reverses and whips Roach into it instead. He quickly then grabs Roach’s head and smashes it into the glass window in the door! Roach collapses suddenly and blood is beginning to rush from above his nose. Slater grabs a hanker chef from his pocket and wipes the blood away but TLS pushes Slater and grabs Roach and forces him over to a flight of stairs. TLS goes to throw Roach down the stairs but Roach grabs the railing to prevent himself from falling. Roach kicks TLS in the gut and whips him into the brick wall. TLS bounces off the cement wall and Roach delivers a clothesline from hell and before TLS can even react to the pain Roach grabs him by his coat and throws him down the ten-step stairs onto the landing below~

Smith: Ouch, tough landing there!

Hood: Slater is one dedicated manager.

Smith: I was thinking the same thing

~Slater reaches into his pocket and hands Roach a pair of brass knuckles. Roach walks down the stairs while putting them on as TLS struggles to get to his feet. Roach grabs TLS by the neck and begins to wail him stiff punches to his forehead as the brass knuckles tears the skin away and blood begins to come out. He takes the blood and rubs it into TLS’ eye trying to blind him a bit. Roach yells at TLS to get up as he begins to laugh and taunt his opponent. TLS kicks at Roach’s legs but Roach stomps on TLS’ cut up forehead causing more blood to come out. Roach sets up TLS at the edge of the next flight of stairs and goes for another clothesline from hell but TLS ducks and flips Roach over him and his back lands hard on the edges of the cement steps and flies down the rest and hits the wall on the way down~

Smith: Well, Roach wanted hardcore.

Hood: And he’s damn sure getting it…I wonder if TLS is going to eventually beat up Slater…might help.

Smith: Agreed

~Roach holds his left arm in pain as Slater looks on in horror as TLS stumbles down the stairs and begins to kick Roach continuously in the arm. TLS throws Roach into the hallway of the floor below the gymnasium and into one of the classrooms where art class was held. TLS grabs a bucket of paint and dumps the color red onto Roach’s head and down his body! Roach rolls away and goes over to a sink to get the paint off his head. TLS is quick to follow as he grabs Roach’s head and smashes in onto the sink! Roach slowly falls back and onto one of the long tables in the room. TLS lies down on the table and locks in the Bed Time Story submission move! Roach struggles but Slater is quick to re act and throws glitter into TLS’ eyes which cause TLS to break the hold. Roach rolls off the table as TLS wipes the decoration from his eyes. TLS angrily walks over to Slater but is met with a kick from Roach and a neckbreaker onto the cement floor. Roach finds a canvas painting and takes the canvas and breaks it over TLS head~

Smith: Hey!! That could have been the next Mona Lisa!

Hood: Seriously? It looked like something I could draw if I dipped my dick in paint and masturbated by rubbing it all over that canvas.

Smith: TMI!!!!

~TLS pulls the canvas off his head and tries to catch his breath. Roach grabs a bucket of paint but instead of dumping the contents he takes the bucket and throws it into TLS’ gut! The bucket falls to the floor with a loud thud as TLS bends down in pain and Roach comes over and DDT’s TLS onto the paint! Roach goes for another pin attempt~

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Kick Out!!

Smith: That was a close one!

Hood: Roach was helping TLS with a new face paint design.

Smith: Yea, I don’t think that was his intent.

~TLS kicks out right after the second hand goes down. Roach looks a bit frustrated thinking he had it. Roach grabs TLS by the hair and drags him out of the art class and down the hall to the wood working class. TLS takes Roach’s head and slams it on the thick wooden table in the centre of the room. Roach is trying to come to his senses as TLS scours the room for tools. He finds a hammer and strikes Roach with it multiple times all over his body. Roach falls to his knees as TLS strikes Roach in the chest hard with a kick sending Roach to the ground. TLS brings Roach back up and lays him on a wooden table. TLS goes to the end of the table and starts the table saw~

Smith: No way

Hood: If it were anyone but TLS I would agree…but with TLS…way..very way

Smith: Somebody get that weapon out of his maniacal hands!!

~TLS runs with the table saw towards Roach but Slater Kain makes the save by pulling Roach off the table. TLS goes over to Slater and kicks him in the gut and gives him a Soul Buster on the wooden table knocking him out cold. TLS goes to the other side of the room and turns on the wood sander. TLS grabs Roach and brings him over to the sander and puts Roach’s ear onto the sander! A bit of Roach’s ear sands right off as Roach screams in pain as TLS lets go of Roach and begins to laugh hysterically. Roach in complete shock turns into chaotic anger as Roach grabs a large 2x4 and nails TLS right in the back of the head as TLS simply falls to the ground motionless. Roach falls to the ground and holds his ear for a moment as blood is pouring from his right ear. TLS begins to get to his feet and crawls into a nearby closet and locks the door behind him. Roach quickly runs to the door but TLS has already locked it. Frustrated Roach goes to the end of the class and runs towards the door but TLS opens it and catches Roach and Roach goes flying into the wall. TLS walks out holding a nail gun~

Smith: What the hell a nail gun?!

Hood: THIS DUDE IS INSANE!

~Roach realizes what TLS has and simply bolts it out of the class room as TLS fires a shot that misses him. Roach limps his way to the stair well with TLS close behind and fires another shot off that nearly hits him. Roach climbs the first set of stairs as TLS again shoots and this nicks Roach in the arm shedding some skin. Roach cries out but continues to climb the stairs back onto the gymnasium floor. TLS climbs up and turns into the hallway and is met with a big boot of Roach’s. TLS drops the gun and Roach throws it away. He drags TLS by his long hair back into the gymnasium where the crowd is in awe of what they just watched on the screen. Roach takes TLS ringside and whips him into the ring post as TLS falls to the ground~

Smith: Finally, we are back and ringside without anyone having died.

Hood: Yep, not all of these matches can live up to our lofty expectations

Smith: Excuse me???

~Roach looks under the ring for weapons and pulls out a bag and a steel chair. He puts the bag in the ring and takes the steel chair and smashes it into TLS’ back. TLS cringes his back up as Roach rolls him into the ring. Roach looks under the ring again and brings out a table. He slides the table into the ring and Roach finally enters the ring. Roach sets the table up as TLS is slow to get to his feet. Roach smirks a bit as he grabs the bag and begins to empty the contents on the table and the ground around it to reveal thumbtacks! TLS begins towards the middle of the ring as Roach bounces off the ropes and hits a clothesline from hell! TLS falls hard to the ground as Roach screams for joy and the crowd boos. Roach patiently waits for TLS to get up as Roach picks TLS up for the D.O.A but TLS reversed into a DDT missing the thumbtacks but Roach’s head going right into them! The crowd erupts and starts chanting “holy shit” as Roach screams and reveal thumbtacks on his forehead, his cheek and one going into his nose. TLS slams Roach to the ground and goes for his first pin attempt~

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3- NO!

Smith: Thumbtacks and a near fall…this truly is hardcore!

Hood: Roach also has a nice new nose ring.

Smith: I’ve been thinking about getting one as well…it looks kind of flashy, don’t you think?

Hood: Yes, please get a nose ring…that way I can rip the mother fucker out.

Smith: Oh, hadn’t thought about that as a drawback…

~Roach kicked out at the very last second. TLS argues with the ref on the count as Roach rolls out of the ring trying to pick the tacks out of his face. TLS laughs as he rolls out of the ring opposite side of Roach and begins to run and gain momentum for a big move. TLS turns the corner and flies towards Roach for a cross body but Roach quickly pulls out a fluorescent light tube from under the ring and smashes it into TLS’ abdominal! Glass flies everywhere as TLS cries out in pain and kicks his feet manically on the ground as Roach falls over and goes for the pin~

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Kick Out!!

Smith: Roach nearly had this match won!!

Hood: Man, those fluorescent bulbs really do explode, don’t they…I wonder if you can snort the white shit that comes out.

Smith: I wouldn’t advise it.

~TLS kicks out but is still in a lot of pain. Roach now begins to argue with the ref thinking he clearly had the three. While the ref explains it was a two count TLS crawls over to the steel steps and takes the top stair off. He reveals tape and begins to tape his one of his hands which Roach does not notice. TLS then grabs something and reveals it to be barbed wire! TLS wraps the barbed wire around his taped hand and slowly creeps up behind Roach and begins to rub the barbed wire all over Roach’s face! Roach is screaming in pain but TLS continues to scar away Roach’s face. Roach brings his back leg back and hits TLS in the groin as TLS falls but Roach holds his face as blood is seeping through the cracks of his fingers~

Smith: And now we have barbed wire.

Hood: These two have been at each other’s throats…I’m glad they are settling it the old fashioned way.

Smith: Like Gladiators?

Hood: Oh, man, a fucking sword would be sweet…where’s the armored man when he’s actually needed.

Smith: I’d rather not know.

~TLS quickly regains his composure from the dirty tactic as he goes to give Roach hell again but Roach chops TLS where he hit him with the light tube! TLS falls to the ground as blood is absolutely pouring from Roach’s face onto his chest. Roach spits a bunch of blood that fell into his mouth as he goes over the announce table and clears off the notepads and pencils of Smith and Hood~

Smith: Hey what the hell?

Hood: If I were you Smith I’d step away from the table!

~Roach looks enraged as he takes the barbed wire and unwraps it from TLS hand. Roach picks TLS up onto his knees and Roach digs his knee into TLS’s back and then takes the barbed wire and wraps it around TLS’ neck! The wire is cutting into his neck as Roach breaks the hold and blood is now coming out of TLS’ neck. Roach rolls TLS into the ring and throws him into the turnbuckle. Roach puts TLS on the top turnbuckle and Roach climbs as well. Roach gets to the top and picks TLS up and holds him for a minute while he positions himself as he jumps and sidewalk slams TLS through the announcer’s table! The crowd reacts with a gasp from the move as Roach goes for the pin with a cocky confidence~

1…

2…

3- NO!

Smith: A top rope side walk slam!! And…through our…

Hood: Fuck, my coffee had just cooled to the right temperature…

Smith: You like cold coffee?

Hood: Room temperature.

Smith: Yea, cold coffee.

Hood: NO! THERE’S A HUGE DIFFERENCE!!

~TLS kicks out at the final moment as the crowd erupts and Roach screams at the ref. The crowd starts chanting ‘this is awesome’ as Roach mocks the crowd and grabs TLS. TLS appears like he is knocked out as Roach rolls him back into the ring. Roach follows and picks up TLS to go for the D.O.A but TLS reverses into a double knee face breaker and then flies behind Roach and applies the Bed Time Story in the middle of the ring! Roach is flaying his arms all around trying to break free but TLS has it locked in good. The ref asks Roach if he wants to quit but Roach is too busy trying not to tap. Out of nowhere Slater Kain enters the ring with the nail gun and the ref tries to get Slater out of the ring. Roach begins to tap out as the crowd erupts but the ref does not see what is going on. TLS keeps the hold applied hoping the ref will turn around but Slater makes sure he doesn’t as Roach is still tapping. TLS frustratingly lets the hold go and heads over to Slater and grabs his head and tosses him into the ring. Slater looks scared shitless as TLS tosses Slater into the air and delivers a spinebuster through the table with thumbtacks on it from earlier~

Smith: Well, down goes Slater.

Hood: About damn time…that manager is like the energizer bunny…he just keeps hanging around and hanging around.

Smith: Until now…

Hood: Thank you, TLS.

~Slater flops around like a fish as the crowd reacts positively to Slater being in tremendous amounts of pain. TLS slide kicks Slater out of the ring and turns around – Roach is up and delivers a D.O.A to TLS on the thumbtacks on the ring! Roach goes for the pin~

1…

2…

3 – NO!

Smith: TLS kicked out of the DOA!!

Hood: He’s a fucking zombie clown!

Smith: Like from Zombieland?

Hood: Oh no, that clown went like a bitch…TLS is like a badass zombie clown.

Smith: I see, there’s a difference.

Hood: You bet your ass.

~The crowd erupts as Roach is in total disbelief that he didn’t get the win there. Roach in frustration can’t control his anger so he gives the ref a clothesline from hell! The ref flops out of the ring and is motionless. Roach vents out “I’m ending this!” as he tosses TLS out of the ring and follows. He grabs a steel chair from under the ring and whacks TLS with it as he stumbles toward the other end of the gym. Roach smashes the chair into TLS’ back again as TLS groans and continues walking until they get to the wall. Roach opens up a door in the gymnasium and it reveals a dark stairwell going up. Roach smashes TLS in the face with the chair as TLS climbs the stairs slowly trying to avoid Roach as he keeps wailing chair shots at him. They make it to the top of the stairs and go out onto the scaffolding above the gymnasium! Roach goes to hit TLS again but TLS grabs the chair and starts to laugh hysterically. TLS hits himself in the head with the chair as Roach looks at him dumbfounded and then TLS absolutely crushes Roach with the chair as the chair bends and a loud smack echoes around the gym. TLS tosses the chair off the scaffolding some twenty-five feet below as it hits the ground. Roach falls to his knees and hangs onto the railing as TLS knees him continuously in the face. TLS then hoists Roach between his legs and gives him a piledriver onto the metal scaffolding! He then hoists Roach up and delivers the Soul Buster! Roach falls hard on his back as TLS goes to the end of the scaffolding look for something to hurt Roach with~

Smith: Backstage…ringside…and now up there.

Hood: I believe I can fly!

Smith: Who sang that again?

Hood: I dunno, some random drug addicted teenager who jumped off a building?

Smith: That’s messed up, man.

~TLS finds a crowbar and holds it up as the crowd cheers in approval. Roach looks on and starts pleading to TLS not to hit him with it. TLS laughs as he goes to swing the crowbar right down on Roach but Roach kicks TLS directly in the groin! The crowd boos as TLS drops the crowbar and goes down to one knee. Roach slowly gets to his feet as he delivers hard right to TLS but TLS counters with a left. They keep exchanging blows until finally Roach uppercuts TLS and TLS stumbles and leans a bit over the railing! Roach chops TLS in the chest which causes TLS to lean again a bit over the rail as some audience members begin to close their eyes and gasp at the horror of what could happen soon. Roach goes for another chop but TLS ducks and goes for a clothesline but Roach lifts TLS up, climbs the rail and gives TLS a spinebuster off the scaffolding twenty below and into the ring! The crowd screams “holy shit” as they bounce three feet off the mat and back onto it as TLS is motionless and Roach is holding both his knees in pain. Roach rolls over and goes for the pin~

1…

2…

3!!!

~Belvedere rings the bell and makes the announcement~

Belvedere: Here is your winner….ROACH!!!!!

Smith: What a HUGE win for Roach!

Hood: Fuck, biggest win of his career.

Smith: No doubt…he almost had Mario and, tonight, he gets the job done in a brutal match with a legendary wrestler.

Hood: Oh, fucking sweet!

Smith: I’m glad you’re excited.

Hood: Nah, man, they are bringing us a new announce table…and this one looks bigger…I can scoot further down from your stupid face.

Smith: Whatever!

”Queen of Epicness” Bobbinette Carey (3-0) vs. Mario Maurako (2-0)

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, the next match is scheduled for one fall and if Mario Maurako wins, Perfectly Marvelous will be inducted into the OCW Hall of Fame. Introducing first…

~”Circus” begins to play as the crowd leaps to their feet and go insane with cheers for the regional favorite and OCW financier, Bobbinette Carey. She has an extra hop in her step as she makes her way to the ring, slapping hands with some fans~

Belvedere: From Parma Heights, Ohio…standing 5’5 and weighing in at 165lbs…she is the Queen of Epicness…Bobbinette Carey!!!

~Carey enters into the ring with her music dying down. “Godfather Waltz” by Slash begins to play as the fans stand and give the loudest negative ovation of the evening. Boos are hurled at Maurako as he appears from the locker room area and makes his way to the ring. Maurako has a confident look on his face as nears the ringside area~

Belvedere: And her opponent, from Rome, Italy…standing 6’3 and weighing in at 260 lbs...he is an OCW Hall of Famer…Mario Maurako!!!

~Belvedere exits the ring as Maurako walks by a portion of the crowd all dressed in rainbow attire. They are holding up very anti and angry Maurako signs. They are all seated in a group on a set of bleachers. Maurako stops, looks at them and rolls his eyes~

Smith: As you may have guessed it, Hood…there is a group of Homosexuals here in support of Bobbinette Carey .

Hood: Gay people live in Wichita?

Smith: Yes, Hood…they aren’t aliens, you know.

Hood: Who would’ve though it…well, I just hope they keep their hands off of Mario and allow him to focus on the match.

Smith: We’d better change this subject…and what better way than to talk about Mario’s submission move, La Omerta.

Hood: It hurts just thinking about it.

Smith: You are talking about La Omerta, right?

Hood: Uh, sure.

Smith: Anyway…what seems like nothing more than a pedestrian submission…La Omerta is quite possibly the deadliest weapon in OCW today. Here to explain why is ESPN’s Sports Science Expert…John Brenkus!

John Brenkus: Hey guys!

Hood: Where the fuck did this guy come from??

John Brenkus: I utilized the muscles in my legs with the traction of these skin tight pans along with the slickness of this floor to maneuver my way through this thick aired gymnasium to arrive approximately seconds after my introduction.

Hood: I already hate this fucking guy.

John Brenkus: Well, it’s obvious we’re not on the ABC family of networks tonight.

Smith: Nice to meet you, John…could you explain just how devastating Mario’s La Omerta really is to the people watching at home?

John Brenkus: I live to explain meaningless stuff like this. You see, with the size of Mario’s arms…plus with his body mass and the gravitational pull…he’s able to get approximately two tons of force down at any given time on his opponents head and neck area.

Smith: Wow, that is a lot of force…how did you come up with that figure?

John Brenkus: With my instruments.

Smith: Okay

John Brenkus: Anyway, so it’s quite conceivable that at any given time during La Omerta a wrestler’s neck or back could snap in half. It’s really an impressive display of strength and destruction.

Smith: Fascinating…oh, looks like we’ve got a visitor.

~Maurako is standing in front of the announce table, having heard John Brenkus. He begins a discourse with the ESPN nerd~

John Brenkus: I’m sure the pain is tremendous, why do you ask…..AHHHHH!!

~Maurako reaches across the announce table and grabs Brenkus by his neck. Brenkus now stands in front of Maurako, Maurako twirls him around and applies La Omerta. Brenkus screams in pain as Hood leans in~

Hood: How does it feel, Jeff? Is it two tons of pressure like your instruments told ya? Geez, bro, looks like it really fucking hurts…

Smith: Would you show some professionalism?

Hood: What? The guy is a douchebag.

Smith: At least get his name right, it’s John, not Jeff.

Hood: Names are like warning labels on pill bottles…they don’t really mean anything.

~Maurako lifts Brenkus up and slams him into the grown with his Full Nelson Slam!! Brenkus is motionless as the fans boo Mario. Mario smirks while staring down at Brenkus. In the background, we see Carey holding onto the top rope. Mario turns around and Carey propels herself over the top rope and onto Mario with a plancha!! Mario falls down slamming his back into the announce table! He arches it in pain as Carey leaps to her feet and signals to the crowd, they cheer wildly. Belvedere then sounds the bell for the match to begin~

Smith: And like that, we are under way!

Hood: The fuck is wrong with Belvedere…you can’t start a match outside of the ring!

Smith: Hey, the bell rang…this match is underway whether you like it or not.

Hood: The fix is in!!

~Maurako is seated up against the announce table, still wincing from the edge of the table spiking his back as Carey fell on top of him. Carey drills a knee into Maurako’s chest which not only hurts his chest area, but it also applies pressure on his back by slamming it into the table. She repeats this several times before Mario finally rolls out of the way and starts crawling towards the ring. He gets near the apron and uses it to get to his feet. He moves around gingerly as his back already looks to be messed up. Carey runs in and leaps in the air, going for a Lou Thesz press! Mario, though, catches her…he almost falls back for a second after initially catching her…however, he stiffens his back for support and drops Carey to the outside floor with a spinebuster!! He slowly gets to his feet and rolls into the ring as the fans boo. Mario lies on his back staring up at the lights…he breathes heavily, hoping the pain shooting through his back will subside~

Smith: It appears Maurako is already suffering from a potentially serious injury!

Hood: I don’t know what that big tittied bitch is thinking…hurling all that mass onto our beloved Maurako…plus, the day we finally get a sturdy table…son of a bitch.

Smith: That’s what Mario gets for being a total jerk to that nice guy from ESPN who happened to be in Wichita for some unexplained reason and just hopped over here to do that bit for us.

Hood: The ass kicking he received was a long time coming…tell me that guy didn’t deserve to have his ass beat.

Smith: My momma always told me if you don’t have something nice to say…

Hood: Then sit next to a guy who will say it, right?

Smith: Indeed!

~Maurako gets to his feet and finds the nearest corner. He leans in it supporting his back on the turnbuckles. He breathes in and out in rhythm, dealing with the back pain. Carey gets to her feet and sees Mario back in the ring. Scruff has not started a count. Carey walks up the ring steps and enters into the squared circle as both competitors are finally inside the ring. On the outside, Arryk drags the ESPN guy’s lifeless body away from ringside~

Smith: And we are finally in the ring.

Hood: Yea, after Carey fucked Mario’s back all up.

Smith: It just evens out the size discrepancy.

Hood: If Carey didn’t like that, she should go fight in some Ya Ya SisterFed or whatever the fuck.

Smith: Sadly, something like that may exist.

~Carey marches towards Mario who seems intent on hanging out in his corner. He shows little fear for what Carey may be planning. Carey approaches Mario and reaches out to grab him, Mario shoves her away. She tries again and again, he shoves her away. Carey then runs at Mario, he throws a punch, Carey ducks and slides under the ropes. She grabs Mario’s legs, pulls and Mario falls face first into the ring. Carey yanks on his legs and pulls him back, racking his crotch against the ring post!! Mario yells in pain as the fans cheer~

Smith: A savvy move from the veteran, Bobbinette Carey.

Hood: Another cheating tactic…let’s see…first they ring the damn bell BEFORE Mario gets in the ring…then they distract him with that ESPN guy who was an obvious plant...

Smith: You done?

Hood: WHILE Carey is assaulting Mario on the outside, Scruff makes no effort to start a ten count and now she just destroys his manhood without even a warning…THE FIX…it be in

~Carey hops onto the apron and climbs to the top rope. Mario is still lying face first on the mat. His head and neck are a few feet extended from the corner. Carey jumps off the top and drops a leg across the back of Mario’s head and neck!! His face is slammed into the mat as he rolls around before rolling under the ropes and falling to the floor on the outside~

Smith: Carey has jumped all over Mario!

Hood: Whoa, careful, these two aren’t married anymore.

Smith: I mean in a wrestling sense…she’s dominating this match early on!

Hood: And it’s making me absolutely sick…like sicker than a hangover with a fat bitch lying next to you after a wild night in Wichita.

Smith: I don’t want to know.

~Maurako gets into a seated position, leaning up against the steel ring steps. Carey hops over the top rope and lands on her feet on the outside. She runs at Maurako and goes to lift a knee, Maurako dodges it and Carey’s knee slams into the steps! Her body flips over the steps as she lands hard on the other side. The fans boo as Mario slowly gets to his feet and stretches out his back…it appears to be improving~

Smith: Maurako’s not afraid to use foreign weapons…is the fix still in?

Hood: Are you shitting me? She fucking ran into an object that WASN’T moving…how is that Mario’s fault?

Smith: I’m just trying to play the devil’s advocate here.

Hood: Well you’re horrible at it…stop.

~Mario walks over the steps and finds Carey still laid out from running into the metal staircase. Mario picks Carey up and grabs her by the chin…aggressively, he shoves her against the ring pole and begins to yell at her. Carey throws a kick, but Mario blocks it. He then grasps Carey around the waist and tosses her over his shoulder and to the floor with a belly to belly suplex!! Carey hits hard as Mario gets back to his feet…Scruff starts a ten count~

Hood: Oh, sure, NOW Scruff remembers how to count.

Smith: It’s been a long night, I’m sure after that TLS and Roach match up, he’s a little scrambled.

Hood: Doesn’t have anything to do with the drugs?

Smith: Did you see him taking drugs tonight?

Hood: I was talking about the years leading up to tonight…but, yea, I’ll go ahead and say I saw him doing drugs today.

Smith: Are you lying?

Hood: On the life of that ESPN guy…I swear, I am not lying.

~Maurako pulls Carey to her feet and he hurls her into the ring under the bottom rope. Mario slides in and quickly returns to his feet. Carey gets to her feet, staggering around. She stumbles back into Mario, he goes for La Omerta!! Carey tosses a vicious elbow which catches Mario in the head…he loses grip. Carey runs into the ropes, bounces off and jumps at Mario. Mario catches her in mid air and tosses her high above him. She reaches her zenith and begins to descend. Mario catches her again and drills her with a sitout powerbomb!!! The impact shakes the ring as Mario holds on for a pin, Scruff makes the count~

1!

2!

Kick Out!!!

Smith: Carey was in foreign airspace for a second there.

Hood: Smart move by Mario…seeing as she’s not financing the air space, he can’t get screwed while she’s up there.

Smith: Whatever!

~Mario tosses Carey’s legs away from him as he found himself staring in between them. Having gone down that road before, he isn’t eager to do so again. Mario heads out of the ring and looks underneath it…he finds a table. Mario pulls the table out as the fans rise and boo, knowing he isn’t going to use it to try and sell brochures or anything~

Smith: WHAT?! This isn’t a tables match!!

Hood: Mario needs to be done with this bitch once and for all!

Smith: He will be disqualified…is that how he wants PM’s induction to be lost…by a disqualification.

Hood: Oh, that piece of shit ref better not DQ his ass!

~Mario sets the table up right outside of the and re-enters. He yanks Carey to her feet and drags her to the ropes. Scruff yells at Mario, warning him of a DQ. Mario shoves Scruff aside and knees Carey in the gut. Carey doubles over and Mario lifts her up for a powerbomb…Carey, though, starts to punch Mario in the head!! Carey then pulls back and tosses Mario out of the ring with a Huricanrana!!! Mario’s body goes crashing through the table, shattering it to pieces!! The crowd goes crazy as Carey lies on the apron, catching her breath. Scruff just stands there, looking dumbfounded~

Smith: What a counter!!

Hood: DQ HER ASS YOU SORRY EXCUSE FOR A HIPPIE BUM!!

Smith: Hey, what’s good for the goose…

Hood: Do I look like I give a fuck about birds?!

~Mario, while on the ground, grabs his back as it’s been re-injured from the fall. Carey stands upright on the apron and waits for Mario to get to his feet. Mario does and Carey leaps off with a double axe handle. Mario blocks it and slaps Carey across the face with an open hand. Carey responds with a forearm! The two begin to exchange blows with Mario winning. Carey staggers back near a bleacher section. The section of gay fans are behind her yelling at Mario. Mario reaches back and goes for a huge right hand. Carey ducks and Mario staggers towards the bleachers…He turns around as Carey goes to clothesline him. Mario ducks the clothesline as Carey staggers forward…Mario lunges in, Carey turns around…she ducks and lifts Mario into the bleachers!! He crashes into the homosexual section…at first, they back away, not a naturally violent crowd~

Smith: Okay, Mario is in unfriendly waters.

Hood: Those guys don’t know how to fight.

Smith: There you go, stereotyping again.

~Mario rises and comes face to face with a homosexual woman. She hurls an insult his way. Mario smirks and gives her a shove. She responds by slugging him across the face. Instinctively, Mario reaches out and grabs her by the neck. His back is to the rest of the homosexual crowd…they can’t take anymore and jump Mario in the bleachers~

Smith: It’s a Wichita beat down!!

Hood: You never turn your back on a gay crowd…that’s like rule 1 if you’re ungay.

Smith: Ungay?!

Hood: Not to mention he ran across a gay feminist…that’s like if Dean walking into a room full of KKK Nazis or some shit…it’s a double fucking whammy.

Smith: Unbelievable…

~Mario tries to fight them off, but there are too many…plus, they all have various weapons like car keys and vibrators and…rolls of coins?! They beat Mario down as Carey unearths another table. She sets it up near the bleachers and motions for the homosexual crowd. Together, they lift Mario up and hurl him from the bleachers through the table on the outside!! Mario crashes through it and, unlike last time, he appears to be seriously injured from this fall~

Smith: Revenge is a dish best served…

Hood: That is a fucking hate crime, Smith! Somebody get me Johnny Cochran!

Smith: Isn’t he dead?

Hood: Well, fuck, I don’t know…but someone has to get Mario’s back tonight!

Smith: I thought you said it wasn’t wise to give your back to people…or is it just not okay to do it around gay people.

Hood: STOP TWISTING MY WORDS!

~Carey yanks Mario to his feet as the loud and proud crowd cheer her on after their involvement. Scruff, useless as always, just watches from ringside as Carey tosses Mario back in under the bottom rope…once in the ring, Carey grabs Mario’s head and neck and delivers the Bobbineckbreaker!! Mario is laid out in the ring as Carey hooks his legs for the pin~

1!

2!

Kick Out!!!

Smith: Oooohhh!! So, darn, close!

Hood: Fuck yes! Bring all these mother fuckers out of the stands…none of them can beat Super Mario!

Smith: I still don’t get how you can cheer for a man who’s trying to put us out of business.

Hood: Because I do what I want, when I want.

Smith: Well, if that’s true, how about you go into that angry section of the crowd and teach them a lesson for what they did to your hero?

Hood: Oh, well, I would do that…but, you know, the thing is…what kind of broadcast journalist would I be if I left in the midst of one of our biggest matches of the year?

Smith: Just as I thought.

~Carey gets to her feet and takes a few steps back. She waits for Mario as he slowly gets to his, readying to nail him with the Epic Ending. Mario gets to his feet and is bent over, Carey goes to apply it. Mario shoves her off, Carey does a back flip and lands on her feet. Mario then lunges and drills her with a lariat in the middle of the ring!! Carey hits hard and Mario stays down, still suffering lingering effects from everything that has transpired~

Smith: And, once again, momentum has shifted.

Hood: He straight pulverized that bitch.

Smith: It was a well executed lariat, yes.

~Mario rolls out of the ring as Carey begins to stir. He looks around for a steel chair but finds none. The only two he can find are the ones Hood and Smith are seated in. He yells at them, demanding they give him their chair. Hood starts to, but Smith stops him~

Smith: Don’t do it, Hood…he’s just using you! No chair for you, Mario! This is what you get for committing hate crimes!!

~Smith rips open his sports coat and dress shirt to reveal a rainbow shirt underneath. The homosexual crowd behind him goes wild. He then unearths a roll of coins and nails Mario in the temple with them!!! Mario staggers back and Carey is behind him. Carey kicks Mario in the gut and drills him with Epic Ending on the outside!!! Mario is laid out as Smith sits back down, Hood rushes to gather up the loose change~

Smith: Serves you right, Mario!

Hood: Holy shit…that was a roll of quarters…fucking sweet!

~Carey yanks Mario’s lifeless body up off the ground and rolls him into the ring. She climbs in and lies on top of Mario for the pin. Scruff slides in as the crowd counts along with each slap of the mat~

1!!!!!

2!!!!!!

3!!!!!!!!!!!

~The crowd goes crazy~

Wait…NO!!!!! SHOULDER UP!!!

~The crowd dies down, seeing Mario did get his shoulder up at the last second~

Smith: Mario is still alive!!

Hood: And I have enough money to square things with Skytz.

Smith: I thought it was over…how on Earth did Mario kick out?

Hood: He has really powerful shoulders.

~Carey shakes her head at the current bit of misfortune. Undaunted, she furthers her pursuit in defeating her arch nemesis. Carey pulls Mario to his feet after returning to hers. She kicks Mario in the gut and goes for an unprettier…Mario, though, shoves her off of him…her back is to Mario and he locks in La Omerta!! The crowd boos loudly as Mario shakes Carey around hoping to force the life out of her~

Smith: La Omerta!! And if we remember the start of this match…then we all know how devastating this can be.

Hood: If you believe that dipshit…according to him it’s like two elephants sitting on your shoulders or something like that.

Smith: I’m sure he put it in more technical terms but, yea, we’ll go with elephants.

Hood: Hey, hippos work too…hungry, hungry hippos.

~Carey is losing consciousness as Mario’s face grimaces…he’s applying as much force as possible, attempting to put an end to this match and, more importantly, this feud once and for all. Mario jerks Carey hard to the left…as he does, she kicks her foot out and it latches onto the bottom rope. Scruff rushes in and calls for a break. Mario staggers back, yelling at Scruff. He grabs Scruff by the neck and threatens to harm him~

Smith: He’d better not harm Scruff…he’s got a family…or at least a tight knit group of homeless homeboys out there who care about him.

Hood: Scruff is a turncoat…he’s been in the tank for Carey since this match started…I’m shocked he didn’t DQ Mario for breathing on him.

Smith: That’s a bit excessive.

Hood: Not if you’ve been watching this match!

~Mario comes to his senses and releases Scruff. He walks over to Carey…she quickly hooks him with a small package!! Scruff slides in for the count~

1!

2!

Kick Out!!

Smith: Carey nearly had it there!!

Hood: Damnit, Mario…beat the hell out of Scruff later…keep your focus on the bitch in front of you!

Smith: Carey may be too crafty for the meat headed Maurako.

Hood: Meat headed?! Is that a slur?

Smith: I’m believing it to be a fact, actually.

Hood: You company whore.

~Both competitors get to their feet at the same time, Carey goes for a spinning heel kick, Mario ducks and locks La Omerta in again!! He swings Carey around as aggressively as before. However, this time, instead of attempting to submit her, he lifts her up high and drills her into the mat with Super Mario!!! Carey hits hard and Mario goes for the pin, hooking both legs~

1!

2!

Kick Out!!!

Smith: Carey kicks out!! Yes!

Hood: Well, at least you’re being open and honest about it now.

Smith: Yea, well one of us has to try and remain somewhat unbiased.

~Mario pulls Carey back to her feet and re-locks La Omerta in! Carey struggles at first but then drops to the mat, landing on her ass. As a result, the top of her head slams into Mario’s chin!! Mario staggers back against the ropes. Carey gets to her as Mario bounces off and she delivers a roundhouse kick to his stomach! Mario doubles over as Carey rushes into the ropes and comes off, looking to get some momentum behind the Epic Ending. She gets her leg on top of the back of Mario’s neck and tries to lock it in…Mario uses his strength, though, to raise straight up, knocking Carey off. Carey runs into the nearest corner and climbs to the top with her back to Mario. She tries a moonsault but loses her footing momentarily. Mario rushes in and climbs up, showing great agility for a man his size. He gets up there with her and locks in La Omerta while they are both on the top turnbuckles~

Smith: He’s got it locked in on the top rope! Oh my gosh!

Hood: Fucking sweet!

Smith: No, this is not sweet…this is potentially tragic!

~Mario applies pressure as Carey seems to be unconscious. He then leaps off with Carey and while in the air tosses her to the mat with Super Mario!!! Carey’s body is completely lifeless as Mario crawls on top of her and goes for the pin, Scruff makes the count~

1!

2!

3!!!!

~Belvedere rings the bell to a chorus of boos…he makes the announcement~

Belvedere: Here is your winner….MARIO MAURAKO!!!!!

Smith: Son of a…

Hood: Yes!! Yes!! Yusssssss!!!

Smith: I am speechless…I thought Carey had this one.

Hood: Just goes to show, you can’t ever keep a jack in his box.

Smith: Yea, whatever that means

~Maurako yanks Carey to her feet, ready to do more damage to her. Scruff gets involved, realizing that, at this point, Maurako could seriously injure The Queen of Epicness. Maurako argues with Scruff…as he does so, Carey shoves Maurako off of her, drops to her knees and low blows him!! Maurako doubles over in pain as Carey staggers to her feet. She gets ready to nail Maurako with Epic Ending…he just needs to turn around~

Smith: C’mon, Bobbinette!! Nail him!! Embarrass him in front of everyone! He deserves it!

Hood: What the fuck is this shit? Scruff, get that bitch on a leash!

~Suddenly, all the lights in the building go OUT~

Smith: Huh?

Hood: What the…

~A female voice shrieks out in the crowd~

Hood: Why does some attention whore always scream when the lights go out?

Smith: I think you answered your own question

Hood: True…I guess this is when Bifford comes out and reveals himself…right?

Smith: Maybe the lights just went out…

Hood: This isn’t fucking New Orleans

~Suddenly the lights flash back on and Maurako has vanished. Inside the ring TLS has Carey hooked for a suplex! Scruff looks on, in shock. He lifts her up and drops her to the mat with a Brainbuster!~

Smith: It’s The Lost Soul!! What’s he doing out here???

Hood: Shit, facing Roach in a hardcore match wasn’t enough?

Smith: He is assaulting Bobbinette…and where the heck did Maurako go?

Hood: Beats me

~TLS yanks Carey back to her feet and locks in BedTime Story…his signature sleeper hold. Carey immediately passes out thanks mostly to the ridiculously tough match she just endured. TLS tosses her lifeless body to the mat and stands over her, looking down. Scruff, still in the ring kneels down and tends to Carey as “Friday the 13th Theme” plays and TLS slowly exits~

Smith: What was THAT all about?

Hood: I have no idea, but this place gets really dark when the lights go out.

Smith: You’re missing the point…The Lost Soul just attacked our financier…

Hood: Dude, it’s pro wrestling…people attack each other…I think TLS is just making a push for a bigger spot on the roster.

Smith: Well, I’m sure The Queen of Epicness will have something to say about that on Monday!

Hood: What is she going to do, ban TLS from ringside? I’m not even sure if that’s possible to be honest…the guy just kind of appears.

Smith: Rest assured, she will do something!

OCW Central Championship Match
House of Mirrors
“Incredible” Ian Bishop (2-0) vs. Brianna Casablancas (2-1)

Smith: Here we go, Hood…the House of Mirrors structure is being lowered…each pod is shielded by a mirror…behind five of those mirrors is a weapon…behind the sixth is the championship. The first person to retrieve the title and exit the pod…wins.

~The structure is lowered over the ring as all the fans look on in awe. An OCW employee rushes under the ring with the Central Championship in his arms~

Hood: The fuck is he doing?

Smith: He’s placing the title in the appropriate chamber…the title chamber has a trap door where someone from under the ring can enter…it’s how he knows where to put the title without the competitors seeing which chamber it’s being placed in.

Hood: Oh…I need to get a read on where he went in so I can give Ian a heads up

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen it is now time for the Resurrection Main Event!!! This match is a House of Mirrors match for the OCW Central Championship!! In order to win the match, a competitor must find the championship within one of the six chambers and emerge from the chamber with the title! The first wrestler to do that will be the winner!

~The crowd cheers with delight, ready for this match to get underway. “Stokholme Syndrome” by Muse starts up as the crowd gets to their feet and cheer loudly for Brianna Casablancas. She makes her way to the ring with tape around most of her arms and legs for protective covering from the mirrors. She carries Idris to the ring with her as she enters the chamber~

Belvedere: Introducing first, from Your Happy Place…standing 5’8” and weighing in at 126 lbs….Brianna Casablancas!!!

~Several fans have concern on their face as they know the danger which awaits their favorite wrestler. Her music comes to a close as “Acid Rain” by Liquid Tension Experiment starts up as Ian Bishop emerges. Unlike Brianna, Ian is going shirtless with a pair of ripped jeans, embracing the violence he is about to walk into. The crowd showers him with a constant barrage of boos as he blocks it out and marches to the ring, keeping his attention focused on Brianna~

Belvedere: And her opponent, from Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada…standing 6’2 and weighing in at 235lbs…”Incredible” Ian Bishop!!!

~Belvedere quickly exits the chamber as Ian walks in. The door is shut and locked behind him leaving only Brianna, Scruff and Ian inside. Ian clutches the thick, metal chains making up the chamber with his hands…he tests them out by yanking hard. Brianna, meanwhile, has Idris clutched tightly with both hands. Scruff stands in the middle of the ring and nods towards Belvedere who sounds the bell~

Smith: I have to admit, I’m nervous, Hood.

Hood: The fuck are you nervous for?

Smith: What we are about to witness…this isn’t exactly kids gloves and all.

Hood: Man, for the right to be champion, you should be forced to march through hell. I embrace this shit…let’s get this bad mother fucker on and let’s see that dick and that bitch fucking bleed.

Smith: That outcome is inevitable at this point…how much is the question…I’m ready…are you?

Hood: Green light this bitch.

~Brianna slams the mat with Idris which grabs Ian’s attention. He had been staring at the metal links. He turns and smirks at the sight of Brianna with her ‘friend’. Ian enters in through the ropes and walks towards Brianna. Scruff stands back, waiting for the action. Brianna reaches back with Idris as Ian gets closer. She then throws Idirs at Ian, catching him off guard. Brianna quickly dropkicks Ian in the shin!! Ian falls to one knee still holding Idris in front of his face. Brianna then runs into the ropes and down a sit out dropkick smashing Idris into Ian’s face!! Ian falls to his side, dropping Idris as he holds his face in pain~

Smith: Annnnnnnd we’re under way!

Hood: I guess Bishop thought she was going to take a swing at him.

Smith: I don’t think even SHE knew what she was going to do…she just sort of read him and went on the fly.

Hood: Well, fuck…Ian, get your shit together!

~Brianna grabs Idris off the mat as Bishop crawls for the ropes, knowing she has Idris and hurries to try and get to his feet. Brianna goes off with several chair shots to the back of Ian as he clings to the ropes. She nails him again and again and again and again as Ian drops back to his knees, leaning on the ropes now as Brianna continues to drill him. Ian slumps over as Brianna lays another huge shot…she then turns around and smacks Ian in the face with the chair!! Ian falls over on his back grimacing in pain from all the chair shots. Brianna looks at Idris who is warped and bent…she mouths the word “Sorry” and tosses Idris out of the ring as the fans cheer her ruthless aggression~

Smith: Whoa…what was that, like fifty chair shots?

Hood: Fifty shades of pain

Smith: That kind of violence would make Christian Grey blush.

Hood: It gets worse, I promise you…much, much worse.

Smith: Oh bother

~Brianna yanks Ian back to his feet and whips him into a nearby corner. Ian hits hard as Brianna rushes in with a huge splash!! She backs away as Ian comes stumbling out. Brianna grabs the back of Ian’s head and drills him with a knee to the face! Ian once again staggers back, this time into the ropes. Brianna rushes in an clotheslines Ian over the ropes! Ian’s legs crash into the steel structure on the other side! He grabs his ankle and knee in pain as the fans continue to cheer Brianna. Brianna then looks for Idris~

Smith: Brianna is in total control here early on…and it appears she’s calling out for a friend.

Hood: Why the hell did she throw him out of the ring if she wants him? Fucking women can’t ever make up their minds.

Smith: Obviously to keep him away from Bishop…now she’s ready to bust open a chamber.

~Brianna steps through the ropes and spots Idris several feet away. Bishop rolls over and sees Brianna heading for Idris, knowing she’s going to use it to smash a mirror. He guts it out getting to his feet and climbs through the ropes and hobbles across the ring. Brianna picks up Idris and stands in front of a mirror. She looks at her reflection and sees Ian rushing up behind her. She turns around and goes to smack him, Ian ducks! Brianna whiffs and Ian reaches up and grabs Idris, trying to rip it from her hands. They have a tug-o-war over Idris. Brianna quickly rushes towards the ropes and uses great agility in climbing them…she then leaps off, letting go of Idris and comes down, stomping Idris into the face of Ian!! Ian falls to the mat with Idris landing beside him. Brianna takes Idris and exits the ring. She stands in front of the mirror, reaches back and hurls Idris into it, shattering the mirror into thousands of tiny, sharp pieces. The crowd cheers~

Smith: One mirror down! If the title is in there, Brianna is likely our new Central Champion!

Hood: Fuck…Ian, get up…I hope a bomb is in there.

Smith: Seriously? You want her to die?

Hood: Not like a deadly bomb…but like an injure Brianna enough so Ian can win the match kind of bomb.

Smith: Whatever

~Brianna heads into the chamber and disappears amidst the darkness. Our cameraman follows her inside as Brianna finds a chair lying in the back. She lets out a disappointed sigh but picks up the chair and heads out. As she does, she makes her way carefully amongst the several sharp glass chards. One piece still hanging from the silhouette of the entry way catches her on the arm, it draws some blood. Brianna grabs Idris and enters the ring with both chairs. Ian is still on the mat, lying front first, holding his face in pain. Brianna cracks him on the back with Idris and then lays Idris under his face. She walks over to the nearest corner with the new chair and leaps off going for a guillotine leg drop with the chair under her leg. Ian quickly rolls out of the way, under the ropes and onto the metal surface as Brianna crashes onto both chairs with her leg!! She holds the back of her knee in pain as the fans standing and cheering quiet down~

Smith: Big risk backfired there!

Hood: You hear that? Huh? That’s the sound of dreams being crushed, Smith!

Smith: This one is far from over, Hood…those fans will have a lot to cheer about, I’m sure.

Hood: I fucking hope not.

~Ian stares through the ropes at Brianna, angry at all the pain she has inflicted on him and ready for revenge. He crawls back into the ring, crawling over the bottom rope. Brianna’s eyes are shut as she is still grasping her wounded leg. Ian gets to his feet and picks up the new chair and hurls it aside…it slams against the side of the chamber. He picks up Idris and smiles. Brianna opens her eyes and looks up at Ian standing over her. She thrusts a kick out with her good leg, Ian dodges it and turns Idris downward, thrusting it into her injured leg! Brianna grabs it in pain. Ian then lifts a knee right into Brianna’s face, sending her into a laid out position with her shoulders on the mat. Ian tosses Idris on the mat aggressively as the fans boo~

Smith: That knee was totally unnecessary!

Hood: Fucking serious? Dude could have just smacked her in the face with her dumbass fake friend.

Smith: I guess I’m just not an Ian fan.

Hood: That’s okay, because I’m pretty sure he hates you

~Ian looks over at the mirror next to the one Brianna shattered. He sees his reflection in the mirror with his face already appearing battered and bruised from Brianna’s use of Idris. Ian yanks Brianna to her feet and hurls her over the top rope, her back slams onto the metal structure with a loud clang. She arches it in pain. Ian climbs through and pulls her back to her feet. He then goes to toss her through the glass window. Brianna, though, hooks her leg around the corner near them and is able to wiggle out of Ian’s grasp. Ian turns around and rushes at Brianna, Brianna ducks her head and lifts Ian over the corner and into the ring!! Ian lands hard as Brianna collapses, showing that her leg is still wounded. Ian remains in the ring, rolling around in pain~

Smith: That sicko was going to use Brianna as a human torpedo to break that mirror!

Hood: Makes sense to me…two birds with one stone…incapacitate your opponent while searching for the title.

Smith: It’s inhumane and I won’t stand for it.

Hood: THEN WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU CALLING THIS MATCH

~Brianna gets to her feet and walks around on the leg, finding it stable enough. She heads over to the chair she found in the chamber earlier and retrieves it. She heads back to the second chamber and reaches back with the chair…Ian, back on his feet, exits the ring and grabs the chair from behind Brianna. He tears it from her hands. Brianna turns around, standing in front of the mirror, Ian swings as hard as he can but Brianna is able to dart out of the way. Ian smashes the mirror into pieces with tremendous impact. He quickly shields his face as particles of glass fly at him. While working to protect his face, Brianna frantically tries to crawl inside, hoping the title may be in there. Ian sees Brianna trying to crawl in and he grabs her by the legs. Brianna gets to her feet, hoping on her good leg…she goes for an Inziguri, but Ian blocks it! He grabs both of Brianna’s legs and has her positioned for a sling shot…instead, however, he whips her around and smashes her body into the thick, metal links of the chamber!! Brianna’s body hits hard as Ian maintains a firm grip. He then falls back onto the broken pieces of glass and propels Brianna towards the opening of the chamber. Her body, though, slams into the side with her ribs taking the brunt of the blow!! Brianna falls to the metal surface clutching her ribs in pain as Ian returns to his feet. A few trickles of blood flow from his bare back where small pieces of glass pierced his skin as a result of the move. Ian then enters the chamber with the fans booing~

Smith: Pure brutality shown there by Ian Bishop!

Hood: Hey, if you don’t like it…you shouldn’t be here.

Smith: The guy nearly mutilated his back with the hope of injuring Brianna!

Hood: Yea? So? They guy walked into a match filled with broken glass shirtless…the fuck did you expect?

Smith: I dunno…I just hope that the title is NOT in that chamber!

~Ian emerges from the chamber as the fans are all on their feet to see if he’s got the Central Championship. To their delight, in his right hand is a baseball bat. Their delight quickly turns to horror when they realize what he intends on doing with that bat. Brianna looks up and sees him staring down at her with the bat in hand. She starts to crawl away as Ian stalks her, knowing he could reach down and grab her whenever he desires. Brianna crawls under the bottom rope and back into the ring. Stains of red are left from her palms as they’ve obviously been gashed from the broken mirrors. Ian enters in through the middle rope as Brianna finds a corner and sits back in it, trapped. Ian walks up to her with the bat and goes to ram it into her face. Brianna ducks and quickly rolls Ian up! Scruff slides in but doesn’t count, realizing there are no pinfalls in this match. Brianna gets back to her feet as the bat is still in Ian’s hands. Ian gets to his and he takes a homerun swing at Brianna’s head…Brianna ducks and kicks Ian in his slightly wounded knee from earlier. He lifts it up, gingerly. Brianna throws a roundhouse kick at the bat…it connects and the bat goes flying from Ian’s grasp, landing on the mat and rolling into a corner on the opposite side of the ring. Brianna leaps up into the air and hooks her legs around Ian’s head and neck, she jerks back and tosses Ian across the ring with a Huricanrana!! Ian hits hard and grimaces in pain~

Smith: Finally, some more wrestling INSIDE the ring!

Hood: Stupid move by Brianna…you can’t win this match inside the ring.

Smith: Yea, can’t gash a main artery either.

~Brianna rushes into the corner nearest Ian and runs up the turnbuckles. She gets to the top and leaps off with a moonsault! Ian is still on his back as Brianna connects!! The fans cheer loudly as Brianna gets back to her feet and heads for the baseball bat~

Smith: What great balance shown by Brianna Casablancas!

Hood: You’d think she was a fucking ballerina or something.

Smith: Actually, she grew up as a ballerina…ballet was her life.

Hood: Did I fucking ask?

Smith: I thought you might find that interesting.

Hood: Very few things in life are less interesting than what you just told me.

Smith: Rude!

~Brianna picks up the bat as the fans cheer and encourage her to use it on Ian. Ian is on all fours attempting to recover from Brianna’s recent onslaught. Brianna walks up and jams the bat right into Ian’s midsection!! Ian rolls over onto his back, grasping his abdomen in pain. Brianna stands over him and begins to repeatedly jam the back into Ian’s midsection over and over again. Ian coughs up a bit of blood filled saliva. Upon seeing this, Brianna ceases to beat down and turns her attention to another mirror on the outside of the ring~

Smith: Brianna is showing she can get hardcore with the best of them!

Hood: Oh, what happened to “oh this is so inhumane” and “I can’t take this brutality”

Smith: Well, you see…

Hood: Yea, when its Brianna is okay, right?

Smith: That’s not true, now you’re putting words into my mouth.

Hood: Hypocrite.

~Brianna moves to exit the ring before spotting Idris lying near the ropes. She stops and lifts Idris up. Idris is horribly damaged from earlier in the match. Brianna says a few words to Idris, perhaps attempting to comfort the fictitious being. While Brianna deals with Idris, Bishop works his way to the ropes and struggles to get back to his feet. A trail of blood runs down his chin from the internal damage he just suffered. He sees Brianna talking to Idris and heads her way. Ian grabs Brianna by the hair, she drops Idris and the baseball bat. Ian goes to hurl Brianna over the top rope…Brianna, however, clutches onto the top rope, yanking it down. Ian flies over the top rope from his momentum and slams against the metal. Brianna lands softly on the apron and she yanks Ian to his feet. She kicks Ian in the gut and Ian staggers back against the third unbroken mirror. The fans rise to their feet, feeling like something big is about to happen~

Smith: That is not a good place to be lounging around.

Hood: Damnit, Ian…get off of that fucking mirror! There’s no telling what a crazy bitch who consoles chairs might do in this situation!

Smith: You should feel how tight my ass cheeks are clenched!

Hood: Fuck no

~Brianna measures Ian up as he leans against the mirror. She then thrusts forward with a huge superkick!! Ian, however, falls to the ground, doing what he can to move. Brianna’s leg goes through the mirror! The mirror fails to shatter as her leg is caught in the hole. She hops up and down on her other leg doing whatever she can to not gash her leg open as she works to remove it. The fans look on in horror hoping their favorite superstar can carefully remove her leg fairly unscathed. Some blood begins to flow down the mirror as it’s obvious her leg has already been cut~

Smith: Oh my…somebody help that girl!

Hood: Are you kidding me? She just tried to kick Ian through a glass window!

Smith: She could do major damage to a ligament or tendon

Hood: Not like other parts of her body aren’t already damaged.

Smith: Like what? And don’t say her face, because she’s a very dashing young lady.

Hood: Dashing? Did you just call a chick dashing?

Smith: Perhaps not the best adjective...

Hood: Cute, Sexy, Hot, fuckable…but, no you go with dashing.

~Scruff rushes over to look at Brianna’s leg. His look says it all, the is in a very dangerous situation. Scruff moves to help Brianna free her leg when Ian walks up and shoves Scruff away. He then grabs Brianna by the neck as the fans boo and plead with Ian to help her free the leg. Ian stares into Brianna’s eyes before yanking her as hard as she can from the mirror. Her legs is ripped from the hole with blood flowing down the bottom of the mirror after gashing her leg. Ian then turns Brianna around and hurls her, head first through the mirror!! It shatters as screams from the crowd are heard due to the violence exhibited by Ian Bishop. Bishop merely holds his arm up, enjoying the reaction~

Smith: I can’t believe that…

Hood: Holy shit, he fucking owned that stupid, psychotic bitch! That move was Just Fucking Cool!

Smith: Are you serious? Brianna is no doubt seriously injured after that…did you see the blood that came out of her leg when he ripped her from the mirror?

Hood: It looked like Tabasco sauce

Smith: Whatever!

~Ian enters into the chamber as the camera follows him. He steps over Brianna who’s curled up, covered in blood. Ian looks around but can’t find a title or a weapon. He holds his arms out, confused. He exits the chamber and grabs Scruff by the collar. Ian yells at Scruff who is completely oblivious as usual. Ian hurls Scruff into the side of the chamber. Scruff hits hard and falls to his knees. Ian re-enters the chamber and grabs Brianna, dragging her out. When they emerge, Brianna’s face is a crimson mask and her leg is leaking badly. Ian yanks Brianna to her feet as she puts no pressure on the bloody leg. Ian yells at her and mocks her. Brianna tries to shove Ian but her shoves have little force behind them. This causes Ian to lull into a false sense of security. Brianna then uses everything she’s got and pushes Ian away, creating some distance. She then reaches back and drills Ian with a huge right hand!! Ian’s body goes stiff as he falls to the side and land on the metal hard. He is obviously knocked out as we zoom in on Brianna’s right hand and see a set of Brass Knuckles~

Smith: What a sly move by Casablancas!!

Hood: That bitch!

Smith: Bishop thought the chamber was empty…he should have known OCW wouldn’t do something like not have a deadly weapon handy for a Pay Per View main event!

Hood: She’s a damn thief!

Smith: How do you figure that?

Hood: That was Ian’s prize and she stole it.

Smith: Oh, that’s ridiculous!

Hood: Arryk?? Where’s ringside security…we’ve got a thief in that ring!

~Brianna hobbles over to Scruff with her leg pouring blood. She begins to unbutton Scruff’s referee shirt~

Hood: Oh, shit! About to get freaky!

Smith: I highly doubt that.

~Brianna removes Scruff’s ref shirt and wraps it around her injured leg. She turns it into a tourniquet, tying it ultra tight to keep any more blood from pouring out. Once finished, she sits up against the side of the structure for a breather. She reaches up with her hand and finds a giant gash on her forehead…she looks at the fresh, warm blood on her hand before wiping it off on the metal beneath her. Brianna gets to her feet, removes the brass knuckles and tosses them outside of the chamber through a hole in the metal links. She then goes after Ian who hasn’t moved much since being smacked in the jaw~

Smith: Brianna showing her true colors, tossing those Brass Knuckles out of the ring…she wants to win this thing the right way!

Hood: What are you talking about? It’s a House of Mirror match…that’s like going into battle and tossing away your guns and grenades because you want to win the ‘right way’.

Smith: Well, if they did that…maybe we’d have a more humane military.

Hood: Or, maybe they’d all be fucking dead…just like Brianna if she doesn’t get with the program!

~Brianna yanks Ian to his feet, blood is all over his jaw and mouth from the impact of the brass knuckles. His eyes are half open as he’s pretty much out on his feet. Brianna drags Ian towards the ropes and leans him against them. She punches him in the mouth a few times as Ian sways back against the ropes. Brianna leans in and clotheslines Ian over the ropes and back into the ring! Ian lands hard as Brianna gingerly climbs up on the third rope, does everything she can to balance herself on the wounded leg and then leaps off with a guillotine leg drop on Ian inside the ring! The fans pop for Brianna and her gritty offense~

Smith: You have to give it to this girl, she’s tough as nails.

Hood: For a minute there I thought she was going to use her wounded leg for that leg drop…nice to see she’s got some brains remaining in that pretty head of hers.

Smith: I believe she’s smarter than you think.

Hood: Let’s not get too carried away over there, Smith.

~Brianna gets to her feet as Scruff’s shirt around her leg has gone from white and black stripes to red and black stripes. She yanks Ian to his feet and whips him into the nearest corner. Ian hits hard. Brianna grabs Idris and nails Ian in the midsection with it. Ian falls into a seated position on the mat. Brianna places Idris in front of Ian and she takes a few steps back. She rushes in, going to kick Idris into Ian’s face. Ian, though, hurls Idris at Brianna. Brianna catches Idris. Ian uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet he then jumps in the air and dropkicks Idris into Brianna’s face!! Brianna falls back as Ian collapses to the ring~

Smith: Ugh, just when I thought things were going swimmingly for Casablancas.

Hood: What a move! How about that Ian…pretty Incredible, huh?

Smith: I’d say Idris did the bulk of the work.

Hood: Really? A fucking chair? You’re as delusional as psycho chick.

~Ian gets to his feet first, staggering around showing the ill effects this brutal match has had. He yanks Brianna to her feet and drags her back into the previous corner. He lifts her up and sets her on the top turnbuckle. Ian then climbs up there with her. There is an unbroken mirror a few feet behind the corner, outside of the ring~

Smith: This maniac is going to push sweet Brianna through that mirror!

Hood: Well, she did assault him with a metal object…I’d say all is fair in love and war.

Smith: Is there some sort of love affair between these two I’m unaware of?

Hood: Why, you jealous?

Smith: I respect Brianna for her in ring abilities and stand up attitude…attraction has nothing to do with it.

Hood: I was talking about Ian.

Smith: Uh!

~Perched at the top, Ian hooks Brianna for a superplex…Brianna blocks Ian’s attempt and knees him in the groin! Ian grimaces in pain as Brianna readjusts position and lifts Ian in the air, over the turnbuckle, outside of the ring and through the glass window with a superplex!! Ian’s body is hurled through the window as it shatters to pieces. Brianna’s head, neck, shoulders and back slam against the metal flooring as the fans stand on their feet and chant a mixture of “Holy Shit” and “Holy Shoot”…there are some parents with kids in this gymnasium, after all. Scruff, who is shirtless, reappears and checks on Brianna…he has a giant dick tattooed on his chest~

Hood: What do you have to say about your precious, sacred, Brianna “I’m above all this” Casablancas now?

Smith: Hey, she’s merely adapting to her surroundings.

Hood: You’re fucking unbelievable, you know that?

Smith: What’s unbelievable is that tattoo on Scruff’s chest…can you believe that?

Hood: Not really, that tattoo must have been hella expensive…especially for a meth addicted bum.

Smith: Indeed!

~Scruff checks on Brianna as she slowly sits up and against the steel ring steps near the corner. She opens her eyes with a glazed over look. Scruff waves his hand in front of her face. At first there isn’t a response…finally she seems to snap out of it and reaches up, grabbing Scruff’s chest~

Hood: What do you know, Scruff got a hot chick to touch his dick.

Smith: That is lewd, crude and I won’t respond to it.

Hood: Wow, you’re an imbecile.

~We can almost see it click in Brianna’s head as the memory of what just occurred flashes in her mind. She gets to her feet and turns to the shattered mirror. Ian’s legs are visible as the rest of his body is covered in shadow. Brianna staggers left and right before entering into the chamber. Ian’s legs disappear as Brianna has yanked him to his feet. She drags him out of the chamber…his face is fine, but his back is a bloody mess as the glass cut it up from the impact of the suplex. Brianna chops Ian across the chest several times until he drops to his knees. She leaves Ian in a kneeling position and heads back into the chamber. She emerges with a brand new weapon~

Smith: No title…but, instead…oh my gosh, Hood…it’s…it’s…

Hood: Fuck me, Ian is so done.

Smith: The deadliest weapon in the history of professional wrestling!

Hood: Brianna is about to destroy Ian with…

Smith & Hood: Random Foreign Object!!

~Brianna walks up to Ian with Random Foreign Object and drills him in the head with it!! Ian falls over to his side as Brianna repeatedly nails Ian with Random Foreign Object. Scruff rushes over and pleads with Brianna to stop. Brianna gets in a few extra stiff shots as Ian is motionless on the metal surface outside the ring. Brianna drops Random Foreign Object and heads towards the fifth unbroken mirror. The bat from earlier is lying near the apron. Brianna bends over, grabs it and stands in front of the mirror, ready to shatter it~

Smith: All Brianna has to do is shatter these final two mirrors and she is our brand new Central Champion…Ian Bishop is completely incapacitated and will not be a factor for some time.

Hood: Random Foreign Object was fucking brutal…I’m afraid, barring some kind of miracle, this shit is over.

Smith: Indeed.

~Brianna reaches back with the baseball bat and stares in the mirror. She sees her face covered in blood as well as Scruff’s blood soaked shirt wrapped around her leg. She pauses for a moment, obviously a bit shaken by her physical appearance. Brianna swallows whatever internal struggle she’s dealing with down and refocuses. She swings the bat as hard as she can and shatters the mirror with pleasure, erasing the image she was forced to look at. The crowd cheers loudly, knowing there’s a great chance the title is in there. Brianna heads inside the chamber. As she does, a hand reaches out and grabs Brianna by the neck. The crowd reacts in shock~

Smith: What the???

Hood: A fucking hand? Seriously?

Smith: Somebody is in that chamber!!

Hood: That or OCW has signed Thing from the Addams Family.

Smith: As sad as it is for me to admit…that wouldn’t be the most shocking thing I’ve called while working for Dean and OCW.

~Brianna is shoved backward as the hand continues to clutch her throat. Suddenly, the person behind the hand reveals himself…it’s Mario Maurako!!! Maurako emerges from the cell with a vice grip around Brianna’s throat. The fills the gymnasium with boos as Maurako is obviously fresh from his match against Carey and is using that, plus his incredible strength to manhandle the weakened Casablancas towards the final mirror~

Smith: It’s Mario Maurako!! That son of a biscuit!!

Hood: FUCK YES! This match has been saved!! Our savior!

Smith: He must have snuck in through the trap door!

Hood: How?

Smith: Remember? When the lights went out and TLS appeared in the ring, attacking Carey after her match with Mario? He just vanished in the darkness…he obviously hid under the ring!

Hood: Oh fuck…and then when that douche bag went under there to place the title…

Smith: He knocked the guy out and climbed in there…that means

Hood: THE FUCKING TITLE IS IN THAT CHAMBER…GE TUP, IAN! GET THE FUCK UP!

Smith: Noo!! Somebody get Maurako out of there…this isn’t fair!!

~Maurako knees Brianna in the gut, twirls her around and applies La Omerta!!! He clamps down as hard as he can and tosses her around like a rag doll. Once he’s done as much damage as he feels is necessary, he lifts Brianna in the air and hurls her through the final mirror with a full nelson slam!! The mirror shatters as Brianna’s body disappears through it. Maurako walks towards Ian…as he does, he steps on part of Idris. Out of anger, he lifts Idris up and hurls it into the chamber where Brianna’s body lies. Maurako then stands over Ian~

Smith: What’s he going to do to Ian now? Is this some kind of personal statement?

Hood: You know Mario…he’s always wanted that elusive top prize in OCW…I’m sure he hates both competitors and is simply looking to make a statement.

Smith: Seems that way…

~Maurako yanks Ian to his feet as the fans prepare for La Omerta to be applied. Instead, Maurako slaps Ian’s face, trying to revive him. He points at the chamber, yelling that the title is in there. The fans boo as it becomes obvious Mario is trying to help Ian. Scruff rushes in there and yells at Mario, shoving him away from Ian~

Smith: Mario is HELPING Ian? What the…

Hood: I have no clue, but I fucking love it!

Smith: Get him out of there…this is ruining a great match!

~Scruff yells at Mario and we can see him mouth the words “Disqualification”…Mario, as with the rest of us, isn’t really sure if Scruff can do that. However, seeing that Brianna may be dead, Mario believes he has done his work. He holds his arms up in the air as if to say “everything’s cool” and he makes his way towards the door. Arryk is on the outside, unlocking the chamber. Mario goes to exit as Arryk yanks him out of the chamber. The two begin to brawl on the outside of the chamber as Scruff shuts the door and uses the key Arryk left in the lock to seal it~

Smith: And now Mario and Arryk are brawling on the outside!

Hood: It’s about time Arryk did something…what do we pay the guy for, anyway?

Smith: I think his pay scale is on par with Leo’s.

Hood: Arryk is still in HIGH SCHOOL?

Smith: Nevermind.

~Mario drills Arryk with a stiff right hand, Arryk turns around, giving his back to Mario. Mario locks in La Omerta! He lifts Arryk up and delivers a full nelson slam!! Arryk is laid out as Maurako walks up to the chamber and yells Ian on from the outside. Ian is slouched against the steps with blood oozing down his back. The fans chant “Brianna” hoping somehow, someway she can emerge and still pulls this one out~

Smith: We are at a virtual standstill here, folks!

Hood: Yea, Ian is basically the walking dead whereas Brianna

Smith: Might be dead…

Hood: So, what happens if neither can physically retrieve the title?

Smith: Scruff…maybe?

Hood: I don’t want dick chest as our champ…I might even prefer Brianna over him.

Smith: Nice to see you’re finally coming around.

~Ian staggers around, glancing over at the chamber which holds the precious championship. Mario rushes over and points at the chamber from the outside, urging Ian to head over there. Ian is moving agonizingly slow as his body has been ravaged by this encounter with Casablancas. He staggers around the metal surface, nearly falling once or twice. The fans continue to yell for Brianna. Ian reaches the entrance of the chamber and leans on it for support, gathering his breath and some energy. Mario yells fiercely at Ian, angry with his seeming lack of propriety~

Smith: Brianna…if there ever was a time for a gut check…now is it…get up and get him! I’m not even sure he’s conscious!

Hood: Fuck that noise, Ian get your fucking ass in that chamber and get the belt!

Smith: No!

Hood: Yes!

Smith: Nooooooo!!!

~As Ian leans against the chamber, his back is to the chamber Maurako tossed Brianna into. Slowly, we see her begin to emerge from inside. The crowd starts to cheer as they see their favorite showing signs of life. Brianna slowly stumbles out, dragging Idris behind her. Ian still has his back to Brianna, taking his sweet time. Maurako sees Brianna and yells at Ian, pointing behind him. He climbs up on the links on the outside and tries reaching in to grab Ian and shove him into the chamber…however, Ian is too far away. Ian finally turns around and spots Brianna…his eyes widen and he starts to move inside the chamber~

Smith: Brianna!! Come on, girl…get him!

Hood: Awww fuck shit ass bitch…Ian, move your ass!

Smith: This is gonna be close!!

~Ian gets halfway into the chamber before Brianna catches up with him!! She yanks on his shoulder and he staggers out of the chamber. Ian looks at the bloodied face of Brianna, fresh blood still flowing. He looks down at her leg and then Idris. His face follows Idris as Brianna lifts it up…it’s wrapped in barbed wire! Brianna thrusts forward and drills Ian in the forehead with Idris!!! Ian does not fall over, however…he leans forward as the barbed wire is hooked to the flesh in his forehead. Even Maurako squirms when he sees this. Brianna falls back on her ass, just as out of it as Ian is. The fans cheer for her to get up and get the title~

Smith: I guess barbed wire was in that final chamber.

Hood: Brianna is one sneaky bitch…wrapped Idris in that barbed wire…but, man, how about the toughness of Ian…he didn’t even go down.

Smith: Two things…first, I doubt Brianna hit him as hard as she could and…second…you really think the way his face looks he’s feeling much of anything at all?

Hood: Fuck, I love this match.

~Ian works to rip the barbed wire out of his forehead as carefully as possible. It doesn’t do much good as his flesh is already torn. Blood starts to ooze from his forehead and down his face…it finally matches that of his counterpart. Ian picks up Idris and hurls him as far as possible…it lands somewhere in the middle of the ring. He then enters the chamber as Maurako starts clapping. Brianna, meanwhile, is pulling herself back to her feet~

Smith: Ian is inside the chamber…all he has to do now is exit it, completely, with the title!

Hood: Cake walk

Smith: Hardly!

~Ian starts to emerge…Brianna steps in front of the chamber, blocking his exit. We see the title hanging from his left hand. Brianna kicks it, knocking it from his grasp. The title is left lying near the exit of the chamber. Ian shoves Brianna and kicks her in the gut. Brianna doubles over and Ian hooks her, he goes to lift her up for The Incredible Drop! Brianna blocks it and knees Ian in the side. Ian releases her and staggers back. They are both standing right in front of the chamber entrance, the title inches away~

Smith: This is too close…I can’t watch.

Hood: Oh for fucks sake…act like a man.

Smith: It’s too much, I need a valium!!

~Brianna goes for a superkick…her finisher, The Super Ego Kick…but Ian ducks!!! Brianna’s leg goes over Ian’s head. He twirls her around and delivers another kick in the gut. Ian hooks Brianna and lifts her up for the Incredible Drop. He gets her up this time…however, Brianna flips over his head and breaks from his grip…Ian turns around and Brianna drills him with The Super Ego Kick!!! Ian’s body goes stiff and just falls onto the steel surface as the crowd erupts!!! Mario covers his face in his hands as Brianna staggers to the chamber, bends down, grabs the title and exits the chamber, collapsing near Ian as the bell rings~

Smith: She did it, I can’t believe it!

Hood: I can’t fucking believe this shit.

Belvedere: Here is your winner…and the NEW OCW CENTRAL CHAMPION…BRIANNA CASABLANCAS!!!!!

~Brianna is handed the Central title as she tries to get to her feet. The crowd in attendance are going crazy for her win as, even though completely burnt out and bloody, her pleasant smile is still on her face. Scruff helps her to her feet and helps her hold up the title. She raises it once more as her theme music plays. She looks at the title in her hands and then looks over at Ian Bishop who is still laid out in the middle of the ring, ALSO a bloody mess. Suddenly, she asks for the microphone to be handed to her. She grabs it and walks over to the battered body of Ian Bishop. She again looks at her title and then at the battered Bishop. She then looks at the title once more and then once more to Bishop. She holds the microphone to her mouth as her music dies down~

Brianna: I wouldn’t feel so bad love …because I am going to give you exactly what you wanted in the first place.

~The gym goes silent as she pauses~

Brianna: I am going to give you the hand out that you been demanding from Dean since the beginning.

~She holds up the Central title above her head~

Brianna: As the FIRST Central Champion, I HEREBY …

~She pauses once more~

Brianna: Forfeit my title…

~She takes the title tosses it onto the chest of the passed Ian Bishop~

Brianna: To Ian Bishop!

~The crowd are in shock as Ian is motionless with the title laying on him~

Brianna: Ladies and gentlemen, I give to you your SECOND OCW CENTRAL CHAMPION AND FIRST EVER PAPER CHAMPION OF OCW: “Not that Credible” Ian Bishop.

~She then crouches down to Bishop and briefly sings once more~

Brianna: “Now you have grown …now you have shown …OH EILEEN!”

~She then stands up and drops the mic down onto the mat. But before she exits she signals for the sound guy to play Ian’s theme music. She exits the ring as Dream Theater blasts through the P.A …but the new NEW champion doesn’t look like much of a champion as the belt lay on his motionless chest. Brianna backs up towards the exit and gives a regal wave to the man she just forfeited the championship to. As she exits the chamber…as best she can, without falling over…Maurako steps aside, staring at her with a look of confusion. Brianna pays him no attention as she appears ready to get to the back and attempt the rehab process from her injuries. Maurako enters the ring and rushes over to Ian, helping him into a seated position. Ian sees the title in his arms and he clutches it. Maurako looks at him and says “That’s right, you’re the champion!!” Ian raises his hand in the air, the fans boo loudly~

Smith: Does Ian realize what just happened or was he too far gone?

Hood: Does it matter, he’s our champion!!! Woo! Ian Bishop is our Central Champion!

Smith: I want to hate this…but, then again…when Ian rewatches this, part of me hopes he’ll be angry.

Hood: Yea, no way, it’s all about gold baby and Ian is our champion…you the man, Ian!

Smith: Well, folks…I don’t know WHAT to say that would properly summarize tonight…two number one contenders…an epic feud coming to a marvelous ending…legends returning and a new champion crowned…Massacre next week should be something.

Hood: Heading down south, to Texas, baby!

Smith: Lubbock, to be exact…where it all began nearly two months ago. Well, folks…this is Smith and he is Hood…

Hood: IAN! IAN! IAN!

Smith: Yea, sure…see you guys next week at Massacre!

~One final shot is shown of Mario helping the Central Champion, Ian, to his feet as the Resurrection Logo flashes onto the screen before the feed comes to an end~