LIVE! Sunday, March 23rd, 2004
From the Ericsson Stadium in Charlotte, North Carolina
~Have you ever looked into the mirror, and thought long and hard about what you wanted to be? Did you want to be a fireman? A policeman, or a doctor? A bus driver? Perhaps you wanted to be a scientist, or an astronaut ... and perhaps, you wanted to be an OCW superstar. Tonight is the night dreams are made, it's the big show, the payoff to months and months of hard work. There's nothing as exciting, as exhilerating as walking out the winner ... and there's nothing more depressing, more upsetting, than walking out defeated.~
8:32 AM: The Jackal, Jake Navaja, and Josh Allen are all spotted arriving at the Ericcson Stadium.
8:55 AM: Referees arrive in a group together in a large white van. Smith and Sam arrive together in a black Ford Taurus, and moments later, the parking lot is filled with the sound of a car horn as Hood rushes in driving a shiny Lincoln.
Meanwhile, ring crews and production units work round the clock inside the arena, finishing up last minute touches.
9:15 AM: Andy Murray arrives and immediately goes into a meeting with Josh Allen backstage. Jin Royale and Titan 3 arrive together, talking as they carry their bags into the arena, Jin wearing his trademark sunglasses, and carrying his LightWeight belt, Titan 3 carrying his International title.
9:23 AM: A taxi arrives ... Jason Stone steps out, slams the door, kicks the car, and walks in, cursing about his car breaking down on the highway.
Arrivals continue all the day long. The stadium begins filling up at about 3:30 PM, as the show is set to begin at 8:00 PM. Eriq Mobely rushes around backstage, checking roster counts, making sure everyone is set. Fade out ... It's time to get to business.
~The scene fades to blackness, and suddenly an OCW video, produced by Eriq Mobely hits the monitor. The history of OCW flashes before you, from December of 1999 until the big tag team match last week on Oblivion. It fades away. Sam and Hood set inside at the commentators table, as the fans in the arena erupt for the beginning of the show! Pyrotechnics cause a few kiddies to cover their ears as the OCW logo fades onto the Omegatron.~
Hood: PILGRAMS AND HOES, WELCOME TO OCW RAZORBACKED THREE!!!
Sam: Tonight, all is on the line: Lives, Careers, and Titles! You've seen the superstars arrive, and you are ready to kick this night off! Let's go STRAIGHT to our first match of the long, glorious evening!!!
~Big Sexay is seen walking towards Eriq Mobely's office, down the hallway. Big Sexay has a smirk on his face, and a black Revolution Studios t-shirt on. Big Sexay is about 50 feet away from the door, and as he rounds the corner to come closer to the room, "Pretty Boy" Brad Payne stands face to face with him. Brad Payne spits in the face of Big Sexay immediately, which seems to piss off Sexay. Big Sexay looks to be about to hit him, but Brad speaks up quickly.~
"Pretty Boy" Brad Payne: Hold on Big Sexay, before you go attacking me brutally like beasts like you do...I have to say something. I think you are the worst excuse for a wrestler I have ever seen, and I have never thought of you as a legend or hall of famer...or anything. You're weak, and I will defeat you tonight.
Big Sexay: Then why don't we just fight right here, are you afraid?
"Pretty Boy" Brad Payne: No, didn't you see me beat the hell out of those Good Charlotte kids!? They are just like you. People who think they are the best, but really no one even likes them. The camera only loves me, Big Sexay, not you.
Big Sexay: Shut the hell up goatboy, no one cares anymore. Don't you have it in your head yet!? I BEAT YOU. I will ALWAYS beat you! Right now...I will beat you!
~Big Sexay lunges at "Pretty Boy" Brad Payne, but Brad ducks his punch. Brad then kicks Big Sexay in the face with a martial arts kick, kicking him back against Eriq Mobely's door. "Pretty Boy" Brad Payne then runs at Big Sexay, and jumps in the air for a spear, but Big Sexay moves out of the way. Brad goes head first through Eriq Mobely's door, landing on the concrete floor with his face. Eriq jumps from his desk, surprised as hell at the carnage. Big Sexay then smashes through the door, and jumps on Payne with punches to the face.~
Eriq Mobely: HOLD UP! HOLD UP! If you guys want to fight like this, then your match can be No Disqualification...OK? But it's NOT in my office! That door will have to be replaced! Now go do your thing...and get the hell out of my office.
~Big Sexay smiles, and walks out of the doorway as the scene fades back into the commentary table.~
Sam: Well folks, this is surely going to give Razorbacked a great start! These guys just really started fighting a couple of weeks ago and as we saw earlier this is now going to be a no disqualification match.
Hood: J-O-B-B-E-R-S
Sam: Wow, ladies and gentleman, he can spe--
Hood: Answer that and i'll whoop your ass.
Sam: Well, uhh.. let's get straight into the action.
~As the fans are on their feet awaiting the very first match of the night, 'Sayin Goodbye to Hollywood' by Eminem blasts over the airwaves. Suddenly, and freakishly, 3 willy wonka sized midgets walk out from behind the curtain. The peculiar thing about the midgets, though, is that they are completely naked. The midgets raise their 2 inch arms up in the air, as the fans look utterly confused.~
Sam: What....
Hood: The...
~The crowd echo's "HELL", continuing on with the stupid catch-phrase of OCW's announcers. As the music keeps going loudly, "Pretty Boy" Brad Payne runs out from behind the curtain. As soon as he sees the naked midgets, a pissed off but confused look gets on his face. Brad begins to run after the midgets, who are surprisingly very quick. The midgets fly down the ramp, and jump over the barricade, running through the crowd in the nude. Brad just looks at them with a look of confusion again, before turning his eyes towards the ring, and sliding in to wait for Big Sexay.~
Sam: Pretty Boy has been rumored to go into the EX division.
Hood: WTF? Who cares about this guy! He lost to UGLAY! He's far beyond jobber! He's a goat!
Sam: Clever hood.
Hood: Shut up!
Sam: Did you see this nonsense?
Hood: Yeah, old "clever idiot boy" must have done that to Payne.
~All of a sudden 'Click Click Boom' Hits by Saliva and the crowd jumps to there feet for a huge pop! Sexay walks out onto the ramp laughing his ass off. He has a microphone and a Deer's head in his hands!?!?*
Sam: WHAT THE
Hood: F*CK?
Sam: Hey! We're only allowed only a few of those in a pay per view!
Hood: You started it ass. Why is Job-LAY have a deer's head?
BS: Ya know Payne, too many of these no Disqualification matches start in the ring and end off way in the Blue hell somewhere else.
Hood: That's clever of him. He's so smart-ay!
BS: So what I was thinking is that me and my buddy Ted here would meet your sorry ass in the parking lot. Follow me jackass.
~Sexay drops the mic and leaves. Payne thinks around the ring for a second and runs up the runway. A camera crew follows him to the back as he walks out the curtins and down the hallway the parking ramp. Payne stops in the entrance to the parking lot and looks around.~
Hood: Well, There's Brad.. but no Sexay.
Sam: Yup, looks like it.
Hood: Shut up! He probably decided not to come out and have payne tear him apart.
~ all of a sudden the camera's pan out to a little corner by the door and sexay is there. Payne turns around and sexay nails him with 'ted' his deer head. Payne gets rocked and moves back as sexay just layes into him with the rights now as he dropped the head. Sexay grabs payne and throws him into the wall. Payne comes back and Sexay clotheslines him.~
Sam: Let's get this party started!
Hood: What are you Pink? Shut up you queer.
Sam: uhh, did you happen to see the 'deleted segment' that involved these too?
Hood: It was a stunt double... plain and simple! it wasn't him!
Sam: whatever.
Hood: Shut your mouth!
Sam: who would need a stunt double in a gay porno?
Hood: You, you underground fairy!
~ Sexay goes for a few punches but Payne gives a solid kick to the gut. Payne quickly gets up and starts stammering away. Sexay is onto his feet and they chase for a few seconds. Payne quickly gets out of sight. Sexay walks over to the last known location of Payne and Brad comes out with a tire irorn and nails it in Sexay's gut! Payne grabs him and suplex's him onto the car he was hiding behind and puts a huge dent in the hood.~
Sam: well uhh...
Hood: Isn't that your car?
Sam: No.
Hood: Well it should be.
~ Sexay, holding his back slides down the hood of the car. Payne picks him up and throws his him into one of the windows of the car. Sexay is bleeding on his cheecks and above his eye.~
Sam: I saw blood!
Hood: hopefully he passes out and we hear enough of this sorry ass.
~Payne grabs Sexay and rolls him to the ground. Payne goes to the top of the car and poses for a second. He does an elbow drop and then goes for the pin~
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Hood: DAMN!
~Payne looks around for a second, thinking he had the victory and picks up Sexay. Payne goes for a right cross but Sexay gives him a kick to the mid-section and then a vicious clothesline to knock him on the ground. The bloody and battered Sexay walks falls down to one knee and gets help from the car he was thrown into earlier. Payne starts to muster onto his hands and knees. Sexay field goal kicks him and makes Payne roll over. Sexay then starts to walk away. Payne gets to his feet. He looks around agian but Sexay is missing. All of a sudden you hear a loud beep and a golf cart with the bloodied Sexay runs right into Payne!~
Sam: HAHA OH MY GOD!
Hood: That was clever.
Sam: You actually gave Jobb-- err.. I mean Sexay some credit?
Hood: Well you soon have to do something in life worthwhile.
~ Sexay gets out of the golf cart and picks up Payne's body. He throws him into the cart and starts to beat him. Payne looks pretty out of it and Big Sexay gets in the drivers side. He presses the gas and they start to drive down through the parking lot entrance all the way down the hallway! Sexay jumps off the cart and Payne gets a little awareness but right after he did the cart crashes into a wall!~
Sam: That's gotta hurt!
Hood: They were going like 5 miles an hour? How would that hurt?
Sam: It just would man!
Hood: You're gay.. quiet time.. sit down and take a nappy poo.
Sam: Nappy Poo?!?!?
Hood: Shut up fairy.
~ Sexay walks to the crashed cart and picks up Payne. Sexay throws him into the wall but Payne blocks and hits Sexay instead. Payne stammers back into the bathroom. sexay gets to one knee and all of a sudden a trash bin gets thrown at his head and sexay falls down. Payne walks over and picks him up and throws him into the tiled bathroom. Sexay gets to his feet but Payne just grabs him and throws him into the stall siding! All of a sudden a man known to the Wrestling world As ANGEL runs out with his pants down to his ankles!~
Hood: HAHAHA!!!
Sam: Well, that was entertai--
Hood: That was Brilliant!
~ The battered Sexay is down on the ground face down. Payne drags Sexay and puts sets him in a sitting up style on the standing urinals. Payne jumps back and does a diving dropkick onto sexay and he gets rocked back onto the urnial!~
Sam: Uhh... this is getting dirty!?!?
Hood: oh well... as long as Sexay isn't in this fed long i'm happy.
~Payne drags Sexay down. He gives him few kicks for good measure and finally decides to go for th pin.~
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Sam: He just doesn't want to give up! It's that heart he was telling us about!
Hood: No, it's his meal ticket, otherwise he's back on welfare.
Sam: that's harsh.
Hood: But it's true?
~Payne looks at the referee and looks like it should have been a three count. Payne gets up and throws an obviously dead Sexay near the golf cart. He sets him up and now it's his turn to drive it! Payne takes it and starts driving near the entranceway! He finally drives the whole cart onto the ramp and stops it.~
Sam: The crowd is going wild! Can you believe this great.. yet odd match we're watching!?
Hood: It's decent.
~ Payne throws Sexay down the ramp and lets him roll. Payne struts down with an ego flaring. Sexay trying to get some wind at he bottom by the Razorbacked III apron. Payne picks him up and throws him straight into the ring post. Payne goes to get sexay. He walks over to a fan and starts to talk sh*t with him and all Payne grabs the beer cup that he had in his hand! He takes a sip and as soon as sexay turns around he dumps the cup all over him!~
Hood: well, Way to get the alcoholic Drunk!
Sam: Let's not talk about is Controversial CWF past.
Hood: No.. LET'S TALK! MORE TALK!
Sam: I guess comments were going along that Sexay said about their last ppv and well, he was drunk when he said 'em.. but that was a long time ag--
Hood: He's A BUM! AN ALCOHOLIC BUM!
~Sexay seems to have a second momentum and starts to give Payne some rights and lefts. Payne tries for a knee to the gut but Sexay captures it and gives him a T-Bone Suplex onto the ground. Both men are on the ground. Sexay starts to stir and looks under the ring. all of a sudden he finds a ladder and a table. Payne crawls to the other side where he finds a trash can and a fire extinguisher. As Payne brings the items over Sexay sets up the table and slides the ladder under the bottom rope.~
Sam: Now that the fans are actually watching this in person instead of over a screen they are totally into the match! These two men are going at it as much as they can!
~Sexay grabs the ladder and goes over twards Payne, but Brad sprays the extinguisher spray all over him! Sexay is blinded and when he turns around Payne levels him with the extinguisher. Payne goes down for the pin.~
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Sam: Wow, you'd think Sexay would be out after that one.
Hood: Just get this match over with! i'm tired of watching these jobbers do nothing.
Sam: well..uhh...
~Payne goes out of the ring with the trash can. He grabs the table a starts to undo the legs and carry it.. But all of a sudden the two Midgets that ran around naked are in clothes and Jump from the crowd! One of them gives Payne a low blow! Payne is down and the "little people" grab the table! They try and lift it over the guard rail but can't so Security helps them do it. And they set it up outside the ring area!~
Hood: Haha Look at these Midgets go! there getting overtime! the best part of the show right here!
Sam: Well, yeah.. sure
Hood: Shut up man! You're ruining my fun!
~ Sexay gets to his feet and see's Payne on one knee. The bloodied man goes to the other set of ropes and comes back and baseball kicks Payne square in the head and makes him fall down. With help from the ropes sexay gets up and sets up the ladder.~
Sam: what is he going to do here?
Hood: Fall off like an idiot.
~Sexay looks at the ladder and shakes his head. He climbs the turnbuckle and as soon as Payne gets up he gives him an axe handle to knock him down. Sexay gets up and grabs Payne and throws him over the guard rails to the fans area. With a few punches and kicks, Sexay throws Payne onto the table. He grabs the trash can and hits him a few times in the chest and lays it down on him. Sexay jumps over the rail and slides into the ring. Sexay moves the ladder ever so slightly and starts to climb.~
Sam: he wouldn't... He couldn't
Hood: He'll FALL!
Sam: Shut up! Sexay's gonna do it!
~ Sexay looks around at the fans and gives a little hail mary to himself and jumps off! He flies down off the ladder and nails a splash onto the trash can which is ontop of Payne!~
Sam: OH MY GOD! I have never seen anything like this before! Razorbacked III folks! Razorbacked III!
Hood: Good god JR, pipe down. But that was cool. I'll give him that.
~Both men are quivering in pain and are definatly hurting after that one. Sexay slowly starts to move and picks up Payne and throws him over the railing and then into the ring after that. Sexay slowly slides in holding his stomach and goes for the pin.~
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2.98 Repitant!..Kickout!!!
Sam: This is one F*cking hell of a first match so far for Razorbacked!
Hood: I thought earlier we couldn't say so many cuss words?
Sam: Who cares! We're on PPV! If we have Naked Midgets, a Deer's head and a Golf Cart, I can use a swear word at least once!
Hood: uhh...ok.
~Sexay looks stunned and exausted at the same time. He just falls down onto the mat for a breather. An extremely bloodied Big Sexay looks so exausted as well as a brutally beaten Brad Payne after that huge splash onto the table. Sexay starts to get up as well as Brad. As brad gets onto his feet, Sexay runs to the ropes but Payne ducks the clothesline and when sexay comes Back Brad gives him a kick to the midsection and quickly goes for and NAILS THE END SCENE! Payne goes for the pin!~
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Sam: FOOT ON THE ROPES!
Hood: Awe Damn!
~Payne is in utter miss-belief! He starts to go wild at the referee. While he is doing this Sexay stirs up to his feet and grabs Payne and gives him his Trademark Sexay Bomb! Sexay goes for the pin~
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Sam: SEXAY ALMOST HAD PAYNE! WHAT A PERFORMANCE BY BOTH THESE MEN!
Hood: I have to hand it to both of them, this is going back and forth and is looking to be one of the best opening matches I've seen in a long time.
Sam: Wow, you actually said they did good?
Hood: It's only one match.. Sexay still is a jobber.
Sam: oh.
~Both men who are still extremely tired now obviously start to stir. Sexay is by a turnbuckle and Payne is trying to pull himself up by the ropes. Payne stands and charges Sexay, but Sexay trips him, sending Payne head first into the turnbuckle. Big Sexay turns, pulls Payne, locks him, and hits a corkscrew brainbuster, the Sexay Drop!!! Big Sexay pulls Payne to the center of the ring, and covers him.~
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Smith: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, BIG ... SEEEEEXXAAAAAAYYYYYY!!!
~"Click Click Boom" by Saliva brings Big Sexay to his feet. He laughs at Brad Payne, turns, and walks up the aisle. Moments later, Brad Payne stands and looks around, as if just realizing he has been beaten, and also walks up the aisle.~
Sam: One super opening match, wow! Just can't imagine what we have LEFT tonight! Woo!
Hood: Eh, I just wanna see Jason Stone brutally murder Jin Royale. I hate Royale, he thinks he's SOOOOO perfect!
Sam: Well, he almost is! Almost doesn't count though, so you never know what could go down tonight!
~The cameras flip backstage after a bit of static. We open up outside a cracked door, and inside, Kylo sets in a chair, looking forward, bent up a bit, as if leaning up closer to someone, speaking.~
Kylo: ... so are we fairly clear on what to do here? You help me tonight, next Sunday night I help you. You know, the old "you scratch my back, I'll scratch yours" routine.
~Nothing more is said, but it is assumed the person agrees. Kylo stands.~
Kylo: I'll be back in a bit. Take care of it.~
~The camera moves back as Kylo opens the door and quickly slams it shut, walking down the hall and disappearing.~
Sam: Hmm, I wonder what that was about?
~The cameras open up following Kylo, he rounds a corner, and bumps into Josh Allen, causing a stir among the fans inside. Allen stares up at Kylo.~
Josh Allen: Just remember one thing ... win or lose tonight, your ass is FIRED.
Kylo: Please! You wouldn't fire your International Champion?!
Josh Allen: ... Like I said.
~Allen walks off, and Kylo grins as we fade back to Hood and Sam.~
Hood: Well Allen is taking this a bit too far. So Kylo SHOT him!? Whoop-tee-doo!
Sam: Please, Hood! HE SHOT HIM!!! Christ, I'd have fired him before!
Hood: Contractual obligations sometimes come back and bite you in the ass.
Jackal (3-1) vs. Mr. Millionaire (1-1) vs. The Redeemer (3-1) vs. Glamour God CorX (1-0)
~The OCW theme music of “New Beginnings” by Finch hits the Public Announce system, and the fans boo slightly as CorX appears at the top of the ramp, and begins his way down to the ring.~
Sam: Well, the FIRST EVER OCW Destiny Champion is about to be confirmed! You pumped, Hood?
Hood: No.
Sam: Heh, stupid question.
~CorX slides into the ring, punching the air, getting ready for the upcoming contest.~
Smith: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is a four corners match, and it is to determine the first ever OCW Destiny Champion! Introducing first, from Baltimore, Maryland, weighing in at 234lbs … He is the Glamour God … CORX!
~Suddenly, “My Own Enemy” by Lit blasts out across the arena, as The Jackal makes his way down to the ring, the fans giving a decidedly mixed reaction.~
Sam: This kid is VERY impressive!
Hood: He’s a rookie, so he sucks by default.
Sam: ALL The guys in this match are rookies!
Hood: And that’s EXACTLY why the Destiny Title sucks so much.
~Eyeing his opponent carefully, Jackal steps into the ring via the middle rope, standing at the opposite side from CorX.~
Smith: And introducing from Charleston, SC, weighing in at 225lbs, he is your resident rabid animal … THE JACKAL!
~Next, “Mind On My Money” by Snoop Dogg hits across the PA System, and another mixed reaction comes form the fans as a cocky Mr. Millionaire appears, strutting defiantly.~
Hood: TGO JUNIOR!
Sam: What? You LIKE a rookie?
Hood: Eh, no. He’s a cheap imitation.
Smith: Third, from St. Louis, Missouri , weighing in at 274lbs … MR. MILLIONAIRE!
~Finally, “Holy Man” by One Minute Silence begins to play, as the religious zealot, The Redeemer, appears, and walks to the ring, ignoring the fans jeering.~
Hood: **COUGH** WEIRDO~!
Sam: The Redeemer is a dangerous, dangerous man!
Hood: Yea? He also sucks!
~Redeemer slides into the ring, occupying the fourth free corner.~
Smith: And finally, from Jerusalem, Israel, weighing in at 315lbs … THE REDEEMER!
~As “Holy Man” fades, the fans reaction dies down. From the outset, The Redeemer and Mr. Millionaire leave the ring, standing on the apron.~
Sam: Looks like it’s gonna be CorX and The Jackal starting us off!
Hood: WOWZIES~!
Sam: Dude, don’t be gay.
Hood: Meh, I can be gay if I want to be gay!
Sam: Bah.
~The bell rings.~
~CorX wasted no time in attacking The Jackal either. CorX delivered blow after blow to The Jackal’s head.~
Hood: WHAM!
~Ten heavy punches took down the Jackal, and lead to the first pin attempt of the night.~
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Sam: Easy kick out, in the end.
Hood: Yeah, TGO Jnr. Kinda sucks.
Sam: He’ll be a major player here soon enough …
Hood: No, he wont.
~CorX pulled his opposite number back up to his feet, only to knock him right back down again, this time with a T-Bone suplex.~
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Sam: Another kick out!
~While it was still a two count, it was closer to the three than the previous one. Jack fired back at his adversary with chops across the chest. They only reddened the skin and did no other damage whatsoever. Because of his pesky chops, The Jackal was drilled in the stomach by CorX’s knee. While being doubled over, CorX went for the kill.~
Hood: Yawn yawn, snore snore … Is it over yet?
Sam: It only just started!
Hood: Oh, shit.
~The Jackal, however, was able to escape a powerbomb attempt by raking CorX’s eyes. He had wasted no time getting on the attack, and smacked him straight in the face with a jab Jackal ran behind his opponent, and charged at him, but CorX had kicked Jackal in the face when he went for a chop block. It was a vicious sight, and the Fans grimaced at the replay on the big screen. CorX picked up his opponent and held him high above his head, as the Crowd was in awe of his tremendous strength.~
Sam: Whoa! For a high flier, this kid’s got strength!
Hood: TGO can do that too …
Sam: GODDAMMIT! SHUT UP ABOUT TGO!
Hood: Bite me, biatch.
~The Jackal then landed with a loud thud that echoed throughout the building when CorX dropped him onto the mat. Suddenly, however, The Redeemer managed to reach over, and tag Jackal by the shoulder.~
Sam: The Redeemer’s just tagged himself in!
Hood: Heh, this weirdo outta NAIL CorX!
Sam: Perhaps!
~Redeemer stepped into the ring, and was almost immediately attacked by The Glamour God, before whipping him into the corner. CorX charged at Redeemer going for a bronco-buster, but Redeemer evaded CorX’s lunging body, by rolling to his side at the last second. CorX went crotch first into the ring post, grimacing in pain. Redeemer rose up and kicked him several times in the small of his spine. Redeemer then lifted CorX up and hung him upside down on the turnbuckle in a tree-of-woe, and stomped away like he was putting out a fire on CorX’s face.~
Sam: Damn! Look at The Redeemer go!
Hood: He’s on fire!
Sam: Indeed! He’s going all out to win tonight!
Hood: He’ll have to … Sucky wrestlers find it pretty hard to win these days!
Sam: Oh, do shut up.
~The ring official tried to intervene and warned Redeemer to let up on his opponent, but Redeemer only shrugged the ref off, and continued his relentless assault. The ref finally pulled at Redeemer, and Redeemer let go to yell at him.~
Sam: FINALLY Redeemer caves in!
Hood: WEIRDO~!
Sam: Stop calling him that …
Hood: WEIRDO~!
~Redeemer flipped the ref the bird, and was ready to commence his attack on CorX. Little did he know CorX had enough wits about him to let himself fall out of the tree-of-woe and jump to the top. Now with Redeemer’s attention returned to him, CorX struck.~
Sam: Uh oh …
~He nailed Redeemer a reverse DDT.~
Sam: Well, that’s the price you pay …
Hood: What? He didn’t pay ANYTHING.
Sam: Why must you take everything so literally?
Hood: Because it pisses you off.
~After delivering the blockbuster CorX rolled off Redeemer, and stumbled about the ring still feeling the effects of what seemed like a million kicks to the face from Redeemer. CorX finally shock off the cobwebs, and seized his opportunity to end this match very early.~
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Sam: Another kick out!
Hood: Booooooooooring.
Sam: CorX is on fire tonight!
~CorX paced around the ring, showboating completely. However, to his dismay, he was quickly tagged in by none other than Mr. Millionaire! CorX turned, furious at Millionaire.~
Sam: Well, CorX built up some FINE momentum until he was tagged in there …
Hood: Not that it’ll make any difference, CorX sucks, and his name is incredibly hard to pronounce!
Sam: Meh …
~As a heated exchange began between CorX and Mr. Millionaire, CorX smacked Mr. Millionaire straight in the jaw. Finally, the ref got between the two, ordering CorX to the outside of the ring. Mr. Millionaire was laid out on the floor quickly, as Redeemer took advantage of the situation, hitting his new opponent with a bulldog takedown. Redeemer brought him back up to his feet, only to take him down again with a stiff right square to the jaw. Redeemer then dragged Mr. Millionaire into the corner, and began wailing away with punches to the face as the crowd counted along.~
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Sam: ANOTHER combo from The Redeemer!
Hood: Bizounce.
Sam: What a way to open the PPV!
~The crowd stopped counting, but the Redeemer didn’t stop punching. Again the official was forced to get involved to get Redeemer to stop. And again Mr. Millionaire used the distraction to capitalize. This time planting Redeemer’s head into the canvas with a moonsault DDT.~
Hood: HA! COOL move!
Sam: AGAIN, Redeemer has been caught out.
Hood: Yeah, there’s just no telling a weirdo, is there?
~Mr. Millionaire went for the cover immediately.~
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~Again someone comes up short. Mr. Millionaire notices Redeemer scrambling to a vertical base, and Mr. Millionaire lets him.~
Sam: Now he’s just toying with The Redeemer …
~Mr. Millionaire charges Redeemer. Redeemer goes to decapitate him with a clothesline, but Mr. Millionaire ducks Redeemer’s arm, bounces off the ropes and slams Redeemer’s head into the mat with a full nelson bulldog.~
Sam: JESUS!
Hood: No no … You gotta be fly when you say it … JAYSUS!
Sam: You sound like a prat.
Hood: Just cuz I is frum da hood, bizotch.
Sam: Just can it, Hood.
~Mr. Millionaire gets off his opponent, and bounces off the second rope looking for a lionsault, but instead his rib cage becomes intimate with Redeemer’s raised knees. Mr. Millionaire rolls off in pain from the collision as Redeemer gets to his feet.~
Sam: WHAT A COUNTER!
~Redeemer punts Mr. Millionaire in the rib cage while he was on all fours. Redeemer then hooked his opponent by the legs and locked in a Boston crab blatantly using the ropes to add pressure. The ref immediately began reprimanding Redeemer, and gave him to the count of 5 to let go or be disqualified~
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~No! This time, a seemingly forgotten face in The Jackal taps on the shoulder of the hurting Mr. Millionaire, and jumps into the ring, dropkicking Redeemer!~
Sam: WHAM! WHAT IMPACT!
Hood: Damn, Jobber Number 1 is back in this …
Sam: What happened to the Ghettoisms?
Hood: Errr … Shizzle my rizzle, bizoutch!
~Jackal backed off, allowing his opponent time to get up.~
~Big mistake.~
~Redeemer ran at his opponent, and clotheslined Jackal so hard he flipped in the air. And when he landed, Redeemer mounted him and began tearing into like a boy would tear into his Christmas presents, only with his sledgehammer like fists.~
Sam: Holy hell …
~Left, right, left, right, all in a fluid span, allowing the Jackal nothing but pain.~
Hood: I think I’m starting to like this weird fellow …
Sam: You are such a hypocrite.
Hood: Oh do shut up, Watson.
Sam: My name isn’t Watson.
Hood: I know.
~Redeemer picked up his combatant and threw him into the ring ropes. When Jackal returned, he was greeted by the stiffest kick his jaw had ever felt. Jackal was left on the ground to pick up what remaining teeth he had.~
Sam: Now THAT was tough …
Hood: Not as tough as my boots!
Sam: That wasn’t funny …
Hood: Yes it was! I Rule! WOOOO! HOOD FOR PRESIDENT!
~Redeemer climbed the first rung of the corner post, and leapt off it in a rather unenthusiastic elbow drop. The Jackal was getting the royal shit beat out of him.~
Sam: The Jackal isn’t getting ANY offence in here … AT ALL.
~When Redeemer picked up Jackal, it was all but over. He wrapped his fingers around the neck of one The Jackal, flipped him and the Fans off in the most lax manner that would be as if he yawned. He lifted Jackal up high, but before he could chokeslam his opponent, Jackal raked the eyes! As Redeemer was left blinded, Jackal quickly ran up to one of the set of turnbuckles, and leapt off, driving The Redeemer’s head down with a bulldog!~
Sam: MY GOD! Where did that one come from!?!
Hood: **Points** Jackal sucks!
Sam: And now the cover …
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Sam: HOLY HELL!
Hood: Okay … How did THAT happen!?!
Sam: I have no idea … But The Jackal has taken it! And The Redeemer is NOT happy AT ALL!
Smith: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner … AND THE FIRST EVER OCW DESTINY CHAMPION … THE JACKAL!
~The Jackal stands tall with his OCW Destiny Championship and throws it into the air, getting a good reaction from the fans! He kisses the golden belt and slides out of the ring.~
Hood: Well, while we wait on those men to clear out, let us pause for this brief promo for next month's Pay Per View ... OCW Presents Rolling Thunder TWO!!!
Sam: Well it has been a wild night thus far, with Big Sexay and Brad Payne, four of the top OCW rookies fighting it up for the new Destiny championship...
Hood: Jobbers!
Sam: HEY! Didn't they tell you to STOP using the word jobber? Remember, Jake Navaja didn't like that word, and so therefore, SHH! Don't say it! However,..
Hood: Wait just a dang minute, since when does someone tell me what to say? I'll say whatever I want, whenever I ...
~"Hispanic Causin' Panic" by Kid Frost hits the sound system.~
Hood: ... am told I can.
Sam: Ha, figures! Here comes our brand new Television Champion to prepare for his match right here on the night of all nights, OCW Razorbacked Three!
Smith: Ladies and gentlemen the following is a triangle match for the OCW Television Championship. Introducing first from El Paso, Texas, he is the Hispanic Causin' Panic, the OCW Television Champion, ...... JAKE NAAAAVAJAAAAAA!!!
~The fans sort of cheer, but sort of just go along as Jake walks down the aisle wearing his OCW Television Championship. He climbs into the ring and begins stretching with the ropes.~
Smith: And combatant number two from New York City, New York, he is PHAAAAANTOOOMMMMM!!!
~"Headstrong" by Trapt fills the speakers and the lights dim. A dim light appears on stage and brings the shadowy figure of Phantom down the aisle to a slight boo from the fans. He climbs into the ring and does a turnbuckle pose, getting more boos, as the lights come back on and "Headstrong" fades off.~
Smith: And lastly now entering the ring, from Thuggish, 3rd Earth, (Now living in Atlanta, Georgia) he is THE FROOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSSSTTT!
~The fans cheer as "Frostalicious" by G-Stylez brings the Frost to the stage. He bounds down the aisle and slides into the ring. The bell sounds as The Frost stands to his feet, Jake Navaja leaning against the turnbuckle in one corner, and Phantom bouncing on the ropes to his left. He makes a small motion towards Jake, but quickly reverses and slams into Phantom, taking him down to the mat and beginning to fire in a series or right handed blows. Jake Navaja climbs onto the turnbuckle very quickly, and with a good approval from the fans, leaps off and sends both of his feet kicking into the ribs of The Frost, knocking him off of Phantom. Jake stands and pulls Phantom to his feet, whips him into the ropes, Phantom leapfrogs over Jake, Jake turns, ducks a clothesline, Phantom turns back around, Jake hits a clothesline on Phantom! He stands, but BAM, is taken down by a forearm shot to his head by The Frost. Frost stands and pulls Jake to his feet, tossing him into the corner turnbuckle. He pulls Phantom up to his feet as well, takes him by the arm, and slams him into the same turnbuckle, causing a huge splash between Phantom's and Jake's bodies! Then, Frost rushes in to the corner, leaping into the air several feet away, and CRASHING down into Phantom, sandwiching him! Frost steps back and Phantom stumbles backwords, slamming the back of his head into the mat, as Jake crouches in the corner.~
Hood: This is hard to-
~SLAM, superkick from Phantom into Frost, surprising him...~
Hood: ... DAY-UM, it's hard to keep up with! I never knew these guys could move so FAST!
Sam: Underestimated them, eh?
Hood: That's what I said, yes ...?!
Sam: Well I knew they were this-
~POWERBOMB by Jake Navaja onto Phantom! ...~
Sam: ... I stand corrected!
~Jake steps onto the ring apron, through the ropes, and grabs the top rope, pulls down, and waits. Inside, Phantom and Frost both begin to stand. Frost reaches his feet first as Jake slams himself over the ring, leaping into the air, Frost grabs Phantom by the hair and yanks him in front, and Jake Navaja pulls him over with a super hurricanrana rollup!~
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Sam: Lucky break for Frost, next time he might be out of it and lose to something like that! He better think twice about pulling someone else in the next time!
Hood: Either way dumbo, if Frost had taken the hit, he'd have been pinned as well.
Sam: OH MY GOD! Hood said something INTELLIGENT!
Hood: You're just pissed I said it and not you!
Sam: ... No I'm n... N... Not, I was .. I was just TESTING you, yes! Of course that's how-
Hood: Shuddup!
~Frost pulls Jake up...~
Sam: But I-
Hood: SHH! Zippit!
~Frost whips Jake into ropes, Jake returns, clothesline by Frost!~
Sam: Don't start that Austin Powers shi-
Hood: SHH! Whoo*CHI*! ZIP IT! ZIP IT GOOD!
Sam: You ass-
Hood: ZIP IT! ZIP! ZIP ZIP ZIP!
Sam: *Sigh*
~Phantom spears The Frost suddenly with a burst of rage. Phantom climbs off and pulls the Frost up, hooking him by the head and hitting a snap suplex, then two, then a final third, floating over and pinning Frost!~
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SHOULDER UP!
~Phantom pulls up and stomps a foot into the Frost's ribcage! Frost scoots away quickly but is lifted to his feet by Jake Navaja! Jake slings Frost towards the ropes and charges after him, ducking a superkick attempt from the nearby Phantom, and hitting a secure swinging neckbreaker on Frost! Jake and Phantom meet in the middle of the ring, Phantom swinging the arm of Jake around, and holding it behind him in an arm lock, driving Jake down to his knees. Phantom slams his own knee into the back of Jake, arching Jake's upper body in pain. Finally, Phantom grows tired and swings Jake around, kicks him in the gut, and sets him up in piledriver position, executing the move fairly easily. He stands and climbs on the turnbuckle, posing to the crowd, who boos him, as suddenly the Frost leaps up and over onto Jake, pinning him behind Phantom!~
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3NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO KICKOUT!
~Phantom turns and quickly realizes what has happened, gains footage and bounds off, landing over the body of Frost, pinning him to the mat!~
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~Jake pulls Phantom's leg and body off of Frost. Jake reaches down and lifts Phantom up by his hair and tosses him into the turnbuckle. Jake turns and lifts the Frost, but the Frost jabs him in the abs, then a second time, and quickly places his arm over Jake's neck and drops him straight down, hooking his arm for a single-arm DDT, SMACKING the mat with Jake's head.~
Sam: So much action, so little space!!!
Hood: I've seen more action ... In a Pamela Lee movie!
Sam: That's why our motel room was charged so damn much last week in Michigan!!!
Hood: What can I say?
Sam: How about YOU'RE MARRIED?
Hood: ... *Silence.*
~Phantom stands and lifts Jake up, who is very groggy. Phantom is joined by Frost momentarily as the two men crush Jake with a double powerbomb move, that literally destroys Jake Navaja on the mat! But just as quickly as they hit Jake, Phantom and Frost attack each other again, this time, both men falling through the ropes and landing on the outside of the ring, on the concrete floor. The ref looks out and assesses the damage, trying to keep up with Jake, who is inside the ring on his back, moaning in pain from the double powerbomb. Outside, Phantom slaps Frost, then CRAMS Frost's face into the side of the ring, back up, then right into the metal turnbuckle! The referee yells at Phantom, who simply rolls the Frost into the ring and follows him in. Phantom gains his leverage and stands, reaching over to lift Frost up, but from behind, Jake Navaja wraps his arms around Phantom and crushes Phantom's neck to the mat with a German suplex! He bridges the hold, pinning Phantom's shoulders to the mat!!!~
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SHOULDER UP!
~Jake releases the move and begins to crawl to his feet, but Phantom locks him from behind surprisingly, lifting him up, spinning, and then SLAM, back body drop suplex on Jake! Phantom rolls over to pin, but is immediately picked up to his feet by the Frost, who tosses Phantom into the ropes and kicks him in the gut on his rebound ... Phantom doubles over, Frost backs up and charges, sending his knee straight up, colliding with a THUD into Phantom's nose, sending Phantom backwards into the canvas! Frost turns and puts a right handed fist into Jake's right jaw, then a left, back to a right, spins around, CRACK, fourth hit right into Jake's nose! Jake stumbles back into the corner, the Frost runs in, Jake drops down, Frost rams his chest into the turnbuckle, Jake reaches up, grabs the trunks of the Frost, flips him to the mat, rollup!~
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Sam: Wowsers, this is leaving me like, breathless!
Hood: Yes, we have become aware that you fulfill your vacant sex life by being breathless over two guys wrestling.
Sam: It's THREE guys, thank you very much, and-
Hood: So I'm right?!?! EW!
Sam: NOOO you're not right! Geez freaking-
~Jake begins to stand but the Frost reverses the rollup on Jake!~
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~Frost releases and stands, turns, ducks a shot attempt by Phantom, lunges towards him now, but Phantom kicks him, Frost doubles over, Phantom takes his head, BRAINBUSTER!~
Hood: DAY-UM! That makes my neck hurt just watching it!
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~Kick out by Frost to a big cheer from the crowd. Phantom can't believe it as he pulls up Frost. Phantom grabs Frost in a side headlock but he fights out with side elbow shots. Frost runs across and bounces into the ropes, the fans cheer as he comes back looking for a clothesline, but Phantom ducks under the way. The Frost bounces into the opposite ropes and back at Phantom, but Phantom counters with a powerslam on the Frost to boos from the crowd. Phantom then goes for the cover again on the Frost, but is pulled up by Jake, who turns him sideways in the air, hooks him, wraps his arms and drives Phantom's head into the mat with a tombstone piledriver! All men lay in one fashion or another in the ring, breathing harshly as the fans begin to stomp in the arena, trying to get them to their feet.~
Sam: NICE action in this match, clearly a big difference in styles by all men, but that only shows that each man is unique in his own way, and that this match-
Hood: Blah blah blah, yak yak yak!!!
~Phantom stands and pulls Jake up. Phantom goes for a headbutt on Jake, but it seems as Jake has the harder head as Phantom hurts himself with the SMASH of the heads!!! Phantom tries the move again and again he is the one that feels the pain. Phantom holds his head as Navaja finds a new lease of life with punches to Phantom that knock him back into the corner. Navaja kicks down Phantom with well-placed shots to his knees and face. The crowd get behind the 'Hispanic Causin' Panic" as he pulls Phantom up from the floor and pulls him away from the corner. Jake then nails Phantom with the VATO DROP!!!~
Sam: IT'S OVER!!!
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~NOOOOOOOO, THE FROST breaks the hold with a missle drop kick! Frost stands and pulls Phantom up, FROSTBITE!!! The fans erupt as The Frost rolls over on Phantom!~
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~Frost gets upset and stands, dragging Phantom away from the ropes in an attempt to hit him again, but he is sent into the corner from behind by Jake! Jake prepares to charge in, but it's a REVERSE IMPLANT DDT BY PHANTOM FROM BEHIND!~
Hood: Shiznit, G!
~Phantom slides over onto Jake!~
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~SLAM, FROST CRUSHES OVER BOTH BODIES from the TOP ROPE with a frog splash, breaking the hold! He stands and brings Jake to his feet, turning him around and locking him in the FROSTY REVENGE! Jake struggles for air as the Frost locks the move on more powerfully, and pulls him back.~
Sam: Nice version of the Tazzmission from the Frost!
~Meanwhile, Phantom sneaks into the corner and climbs the turnbuckle. He BOUNDS off, flipping through the air and crushing into both bodies, hitting in an akward style, his Nightmares "harlem hangover" finisher! Jake's face takes the brunt of the blow, but the Frost is also stricken by Phantom's leg. All men remain on the canvas, squirming very slowly as the referee checks each one, one by one. The fans begin to chant for the Frost ... Jake Navaja chants start up in the corner of the arena, but never get too loud. Phantom raises his head and gets booed, putting it back down and staring at the ceiling.~
Hood: HA! Poor Phantom, come on Phantom, get up ese!
Sam: Ese? You're growing Jake fever!
Hood: Hey, it's not my fault! You try watching Jake Navaja do his version of "Survivor" looking for that Trinity slut, and you see if the word "ese" doesn't grow on you!
Sam: Heh, what a week for him - wrestling a snake, being attacked ... wow!
Hood: Hey, at least we didn't get those sucky nursery rhymes and stories!
Sam: I was honestly freaked out by that Cat in the Hat crap Phantom did! Weird, gave me goosebumbs, it was so weird ese ...
Hood: SEE! SEE!!! IT GROWS ON YOU!
Sam: Eh, ... sorry ...
Hood: Sam, Sam I am! I do not like Green Eggs and Ham!
Sam: STOP IT!!
Hood: Oh, but what's the trouble my friend? Don't like the book, and it's end? Jake Navaja thinks he will win, but Phantom is clearly the men.
Sam: HA! You suck! "The Men!" .. It's MAN!
Hood: SHUT UP!
~Jake and the Frost get to their feet suddenly, Jake hits Frost with the VATO DROP BRAINBUSTER!!! The Frost does not move, and Jake leaps onto the top turnbuckle ... He looks around and flies off...~
Hood: BAH! I DO NOT LIKE THIS TYPE OF CRASH! I DO NOT LIKE THEM WITH A BOX, NOR..-
Sam: SHUUUUTTTT UPPPPPPPPP!!!
~...crushing down onto the Frost with the Ya Estuvo five star frogsplash! He rolls over onto the Frost...~
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Smith: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner and STILL OCW TELEVISION CHAMPION ... JAKE NAAAAAVAAAAJJJAAAAA!!!
~"Hispanic Causin' Panic" by Kid Frost brings Jake Navaja to throw his Television belt up into the air, and then walk up the aisle, disappearing, as Phantom and the Frost both recover in the ring, and eventually make their way back up the aisle as well.~
Sam: Well well, Hood without a wood, how do you like it now, how do you like it, you big cow?
Hood: Bah!
~The camera pans backstage along the corridors of the Ericcson Stadium. Suddenly, a shout is heard.~
Voice: Someone get the doc!
~Down on the ground, Titan 3 lays in a bloody mess. The staffer reaches down and tries to help him as the scene fades to the arena again.~
Sam: Oh geez, I have a feeling Kylo payed someone to take out Titan 3! That's probably who he was talking to backstage! Pathetic!
Hood: Smart!
~Backstage, TGO, Linchy, El Probador, and the Luchador Army burst into the arena. All smiles on their faces. TGO says he's going to his locker room to prepare for the match with Andrew Logan, but Linchy tells him to take two of the Luchadors with him, just to be safe. The Great One disappears to his locker room, and Linchy, El Probador, and the Army take off down the hall. They round a corner, and standing there, arms crossed, and grinning, is Titan 3. El Linchador, El Probador, Red, and Yellow luchadors' eyes get real big...~
El Linchador: RED! YELLOW! GET HIM!
~The two Luchadors dash towards T3, but Titan 3 clotheslines them both to the ground! El Probador and El Linchador take cautious steps back, as Titan 3 picks up both red and yellow by their necks, then SLAMS them down with a double choke slam.~
Titan 3: You talk tough, Linchy, but you're not going to interfere with my match with Kylo.
~Linchy and Probbie look at the fallen Luchadors, and take off running. T3 grabs El Probador as Linchy races out the back door.~
El Probador: No no no no NO!
~Titan 3 picks up El Probador into the Ground Zero hold, when suddenly he's hit from behind. T3 drops Linchy's brother, and turns around, to receive a right fist to the face. It's JAKE NAVAJA! T3 looks shocked, as Navaja grabs El Probador, and pulls him along to follow him, making an escape. T3 adjusts his jaw, confused.~
Sam: What is going on back there?!
Hood: It's latino night at the disco house!
~Outside, Linchy races into the golden H2 he drove in himself. He shuts his driver door, when a blue Dodge Ram truck RAMS into the side of it. The H2's hood pops up in result of the crash! Andrew Logan hops out of the truck and comes around to the driver door. He knocks and grins inside the window, Linchy looking both upset and confused. He quickly flips down the lock as Logan stares in, but Logan takes matters into his own hands, raring back and sending his elbow into the window, crushing it to hundreds of pieces. Inside, Linchy slides towards the passenger door, but Andrew reaches in and grabs him by his pants, pulling him back over and dragging him out the window...~
Hood: Oh shiznit, RUN LINCHY!
~Logan rips the Hardcore belt from Linchy's waste and throws it on the ground, taking Linchy and slamming his head into the H2! Linchy stumbles back as Logan pulls Linchy and rolls him onto the very-bent hood of the hummer! Logan walks to the front and climbs onto the hood himself. Just then, across the arena, Andy Murray rushes out, brought out by security guards surrounding him. They begin to run towards him, but Andy calls them off, reaches into his pocket, and pulls out his cell phone.~
Hood: WHO YA GONNA CALL? GHOST BUSTERS!!! DU-DU-DU-DU-DUNA ... DUNADUNADUNA!
~Murray talks a bit, and the phone is shut ... seconds later, a referee RUNS through the doors and towards the hummer!~
Sam: Oh wow! I just got word that Andy Murray has deemed this a HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH!!! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?! An un-announced match has gone down, and it's Andrew Logan and El Linchador going at it!!!
Hood: Wow, that's a shocker! I don't ever recall a match being signed impromptu on OCW television before!
Sam: It's the management, they are so pumped about this new Revolution Studios deal, they've been going on a massive spree of reorganization! The fans are getting what they want!
~Logan realizes that a referee is nearby, and lifts Linchy to his feet on the hood of the Hummer. He lifts El Linchador and turns him, slamming him down and falling over him with a nice body slam, sending a large crushing noise through the parking lot. A small dent covers the hood at the top now, as the referee taps on the metal for the pin...~
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~Logan kicks El Linchador as he stands up, but Linchy shoves a fist into Logan's abdomen. Logan flinches in pain, and Linchy hits another shot. Logan slips and begins to fall over the hood of the hummer, but Linchy actually grabs onto his shirt and saves him, ONLY to slam his foot into Logan's face, sending Logan's body flying off the hood, and THUDDING onto the concrete parking lot below. The ref bends over to check on Logan, as his head smacked the concrete fairly hard. Just then, the referee and Logan are both taken out by an El Linchador splash, that crushes Logan more than anyone! The referee falls back and holds his head, but stands to his feet, still up and moving! El Linchador slowly stands, bending his knees back and forth, which hit the concrete fairly hard. He pulls Andrew to his feet, and drags him towards the hummer again.~
Sam: Don't drive away Linchy!
Hood: I love Linchy and all, but I wonder if they checked his green card? He is legal?
Sam: *Sigh* Hood Hood Hood ...
~Linchy opens the hummer driver's side door. He reaches through the window and takes Andrew's right arm, pulls it in and quickly SLAMS the door shut, sending a blood-curtling scream from Andrew Logan as he yanks his arm out and crawls on the ground, covering it up, crying in pain.~
Sam: SON OF A BITCH! That had to HURT!
~Linchy pulls Andrew up and takes his crushed arm, slamming it into the metal side of the hummer, now dented, torn, and window crushed out. Moments later, Logan ducks a punch from Linchy, and Linchy's fist goes right through the back window, crushing it to pieces and shredding open his hand, blood dripping everywhere!~
Hood: THIS IS WHAT I LIKE!!!! THIS IS WHAT I LIVE FOR!
Sam: Yeah, we all love your Sesame Street bandages you wear!
~Logan screams "How do YOU like it" as he continually slams the sliced hand into the metal hummer, blood stains splashing all over it. Linchy cries out in pain, now feeling the adrenaline going away that he had seconds ago. Logan takes Linchy, and in an instance, hits ELECTRICITY!~
Hood: WHoa!
Sam: I have NEVER seen a spinning spinebuster as powerful as the one Andrew Logan dishes out!!!
Hood: Linchy, awaken ye beast!!!!!!
~Logan stands and kicks El Linchador in the ribs, unsatisfied with things thus far. He walks over and lifts up Linchy's hardcore belt, and drops it across El Linchador's body, then splashing over Linchy's, crushing the metal belt into his stomach! He pins!~
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~Logan pulls Linchy up, and lifts the lighter man, putting him into his trademark torture rack position! Inside the arena, the fans can be heard cheering as Logan begins to flip Linchy around, but Linchy slides down Andrew's back, locks him in a full nelson, DRAGON SUPLEX!!!~
Hood: YESSAH! YESSAH!!!
Sam: Nice counter from Linchy!!!
~A boo comes over the inside arena, as Linchy spits on Andrew Logan. He immediately begins climbing the back of his H2, sticking his foot into the missing area of the broken window, and pushing himself to the top. He stands and looks down at Logan, raising his arms into the air, and FLYING off, hitting the Stampede on Logan, hooking his leg after the splash!~
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~The referee takes the hardcore title and hands it to Linchy, whose hand continues to drip with blood. Linchy nails a kick into Logan's ribs before climbing into the broken, beaten hummer ... starting it, and driving out of the parking lot, glass falling from the back and side, smoke coming from the pipe ...~
Smith: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, EL LINCHADOR!!!!!
Sam: Er, that was weird! He just, leaves? Left his brother here? His army? He left in that junky Hummer?! How odd!!!
Hood: He's the hardcore champion, he can do what he wants!
~ The scene switches to backstage on a small hallway. Suddenly, from the end of the hallway turns The Jackal, wearing a red shirt, some blue jeans, and his NEW Destiny Championship belt, it shining in it's own ambience, though Jackal looks as though he's somewhat lost. He looks right and left and walks forward. He stops and sighs, leaning against a wall and beginning to speak to himself. ~
Jackal: Ah, it's great to be champ... but I wouldn't have it any other way. Of course, I planned that I'd be Destiny Champion way beforehand, but this was just way better than expected. And now that I have this title to call my own, I can move on to stake my claim on other titles, but let's not rush things.
~ Jackal sighs happily, reminiscing in his own glory. Suddenly, a familiar face comes into the picture, Mr. Millionaire. Just as he sees The Jackal, he stops in his tracks, glaring into his eyes. Jackal just rolls his eyes and turns away. Suddenly, a thought kicks into Jackal's head and he turns back for a moment, Mr. Millionaire still staring him down. Mr. Millionaire just turns away and walks back the way he came, leaving Jackal to stare back at him walking away. Jackal then turns back and pulls out a cell phone from his pocket. He dials a number and puts the phone to his ear. ~
Jackal: Hello? Yeah, it's me. Look, I've got a... Yeah, I won the title, of course. What? Look, listen for a sec. I think I've got a million-dollar idea and it won't costs as much as it sounds, but it will give a new perspective to a few, no, EVERYONE in the OCW and change the future of OCW, as we know it. Yeah. Let's meet up tomorrow to make up the plans. And, Monday, on Oblivion, it will ALL come out into the open. This is going to be big. Bigger than anyone will ever imagine...
~ Jackal turns away, the further dialogue not able to be heard as the scene switches back to the announce table. ~
Sam: What the hell was THAT about?
Hood: Who knows? Who cares?
Sam: This could really be something to look forward to on Monday. Aren't you the LEAST BIT suspicious?
Hood: Sam, I could care less what any jobber has to say, let alone do.
Sam: *muttering* Jackass.
Hood: Finally, we can see someone be BURIED! It's funny, they keep telling Titan 3 to go dig his grave, but tonight, right there next to the stage, the OCW staff has done it for him!!!
Sam: VERY FUNNY Hood, this is going to be something very ... uhm, I'm at a loss of words ... Spectacular! Hood: If this is another draw, I'm crying conspiracy!
Sam: That's nothing unexpected...I really like the setup for this match! It's like an army training camp! From the stage, a draw-bridge is connected across a huge drop to the platform about a hundred feet away from the stage. You must cross the draw bridge and fight on the stage, the hole is next to the stage, with the "dozer" machine ready to push dirt at any moment! I hope they know how to drive that thing!
Smith: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is a special BURIED ALIVE MATCH! Introducing first from Detroit, Michigan, the first ever (now former) OCW Television Champion and former OCW International Champ, a man some call the "Psycho," ... KYYYYYLOOOOOOOO!!!
~The fans boo EXTREMELY loud as Kylo's music, "All My Life" by The Foo Fighters brings him onto the stage. A fan in the front row throws a cup of soda at him, smacking him in the face, but Kylo shrugs it off, wiping the soda away from his face, and walking on down the ring.~
Sam: Can you BELIEVE this man? Purely rediculous! "What about Kylo?" he says!? Bull crap! Kylo was given the red carpet treatment in this fed, and his payback? Grah, this man was a friend of everyone for a long time, but now ... NOW ....
Hood: Now, he is more famous than ever, because of what he has done.
Sam: Are you condoning his actions Hood?
Hood: Not at all Sam, it's just that look at what he did ... he wanted more fame, he got it! He got what he always wanted!
Sam: He was brought in, and defeated Kannon in a non-televised match for the OCW X-Title. After that, under new ownership, OCW put him in the tournament to combine the OCW Oceanic and International Championships - a match HE WON! THEN, to top that off, he ended OCW's year by topping off FrostBite Four by wrestling Silver Cyanide for the OCW Heavyweight Championship! He wants to talk about "What about him?" He's luckier than most people around OCW!
Hood: Sam, how about you take a breath, and we watch the entrances silently for a bit ... calm down Sam ... take a Prozac.
Smith: And his opponent, the current OCW International Champion, a man known to many through out the wrestling world today, both here and abroad, a member of the OCW Hall of Fame, a former multi-federation world champion - TITAN THREEEEEEE!!!!
~The Miami, Florida-born man emerges to a cheer from the fans to "To Live" by Justifide. He walks down the aisle carrying his International Championship, much to the fans' enjoyment! ~ Sam: So as you know, we're OFF on this HUGE match of the night, of which there are NO RULES, except that to win, you must get your opponent over the draw bridge, into the hole, and buried in dirt!
Hood: Sounds easy enough!
~Suddenly, a man plows behind Titan 3 and clocks him over the head with a steel chair! The fans boo as the camera pans around to a man wearing a black shirt with the white letters "CWF" ... ANGEL!!!~
Sam: WHAT THE FREAK?! ANGEL, IN OCW?!? WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?!
Hood: .. ANGEL ... IN .... OCW?! SURELY NOT!?
~Titan hits the floor and remains unmoving. Kylo laughs inside the ring, the ref unable to do anything about this. Kylo climbs down the ring and walks up the aisle, lifting Kylo and throwing him into Angel, who nails Titan 3 with the Structure Divine, a brainbuster modified into a jackhammer! The fans boo the man in the CWF shirt as he steps back and spits a huge puddle of spit all over Titan 3. Kylo lifts T3 up and drags him to the stage, tossing him onto the draw bridge that now wobbles back and forth on it's ropes, hanging from one stage to another.~
Sam: Ugh, this is digusting fans!
Hood: Want some popcorn?
~As Hood pulls out a box of Cracker Jacks, Kylo runs at Titan 3, but Titan 3 trips him on the bridge, sending Kylo into the wooden bridge bottom face first. Angel runs at Titan 3, but he lifts him into the Ground Zero! Angel hits the bridge and it shakes even more profoundly, but Titan 3 lifts Kylo and drags him to the opposite end, getting off of the draw bridge and throwing him onto the new stage. Titan 3 throws Kylo into the large dirt pile, and runs at him, but Kylo ducks, turns, and hits the Downer on Titan 3! Kylo lifts Titan 3 up and they begin trading blows, as the camera pans around, the two men fighting right next to the very deep hole in the dirt. Titan 3 takes his large hand and slams it into Kylo's throat, preparing for a chokeslam, but from behind, BAM, another chair shot from Angel, this time, Kylo kicks Titan 3 and shoves him, the cameras flashing as Titan 3 flies down into the dirt hole. The camera above the hole circles around, showing Titan 3, several feet below, sprawled on the ground, unmoving. Kylo stands and thanks Angel, as the fans boo the two men. He climbs into the Bob Cat bulldozer machine and starts it up, pulling a few levers, and pushing the pile of dirt into the hole. The referee, slightly disgusted, signals for the bell and hands Kylo the International Championship.~
Smith: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner and NEW OCW INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION ... KYYYYYYYLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOO!!!
~Kylo takes the International Championship belt and shakes hands with Angel. The fans boo as Kylo points to the CWF shirt Angel is wearing, and the two cross the draw bridge, pose one last time on stage, and walk out...leaving the fans very pissed.~
Sam: I cannot believe the disrespect of Kylo! And Angel?! What the hell?
~Over on the stage, the workers furiously dig the dirt out of the hole. The fans watch and wait for the men to pull Titan 3 out ... a security officer reaches down into the hole and raises up, the fans cheering ... as he produced Titan 3's .. shirt?! The camera above the ring looks into the hole - an empty, cold hole, with nothing, and no one, inside ...~
Hood: What the hell? Houdini?!?!
Sam: Uh, ... whoa! HELL! What the freak happened to Titan 3?!?! Uhm ... that's not cool at all! Someone backstage better look into this, we'll move on in the show ... Titan 3 has disappeared from ... from ... THIN AIR!
Hood: Wow ...
~The scene cuts backstage, where a black limosine pulls up. Kylo, carrying his International Championship, and Angel, jog toward the limo - suddenly, JUSTIN RISHEL steps out and shakes hands with Kylo. They nod, and all get into the limo, driving away.~
Sam: WHAT THE HELL? KYLO JUST LEFT WITH THE CWF PRESIDENT!!!
Hood: Looks like Allen won't have to fire him!!! He just left!
Sam: But he's our International Champion damn it!!!
Hood: Best ever! Don't you forget it pal!
Sam: This is it, Hood …
Hood: You make it sound like you’re excited about seeing Andy Murray getting his royal ass whooped!
Sam: Hell with that, Hood. You know as well as I do - Andy Murray is a desperate man, and desperate men will go to desperate measures! You’ve got to believe that Murray is going to do whatever it takes to DEMOLISH The Great One Tonight!
Hood: Bullsh*t! Andy Murray has got ABSOLUTELY NOTHING on his former friend, Trevor Kent! TGO is going to royally thrash Andy Murray in front of this crowd tonight, and by the end of the evening, Murray’ll be leaving in a body bag!
Sam: Tonight Hood, we’re not going to see “Violent Delight” Andy Murray, we’re going to see “The Sick f*cking Bastard” Andy Murray! Remember the days, Hood? Andy was OCW’s resident career-ender, and tonight, he’s got a coffin with TGO’s name written all over it! Andy Murray is going to CRUISE through TGO, and you know it!
Hood: Sick Bastard my ass! NOTHING can stop Andy’s impending doom! Especially in this kind of match …
Sam: Well, just take a look at the ringside area - it’s a Warzone! There’s 6 tables, some of which I am told are packed with C4, there’s C4 in the turnbuckles, there’s barbed wire laying around, there’s thumb takes - by God, someone is going to get SERIOUSLY hurt tonight.
Hood: And that man will be Andy Murray …
~Suddenly, an aggressive guitar riff hits over the PA System, and the fans waste to time in immediately leaping to their feet, cheering Andy Murray on. As “Another Day In Quicksand” by In Flames screams out across the arena, the OCW president appeared at the top of the ramp, a plank of wood wrapped with barbed wire in one hand. With his game face on, Murray wasted no time in pacing to the ring, not evening stopping to acknowledge the fans.~
Sam: LISTEN TO THESE FANS! WHAT A REACTION FOR ANDY MURRAY!
The other side of the platinum door,
I see beauty in dead flowers, I let the tide show me what's next,
~Murray slid into the ring, before testing the ropes. He began pacing the ring, adjusting his elbow pads.~
Sam: And there he is! The President Of OCW stands in the centre of the ring - for what could easily be the bloodiest match of his career!
Hood: Unforunately for him, it’ll also be the END of Murray’s wrestling career! The last match he had, he defeat J. Rish … J F*CKING RISH! This is TGO, this is a totally different kettle of fish …
Sam: And I’m sure Murray realises that, but tonight Hood, something’s telling me Murray’s gonna take this one!
Hood: Is that the same voice that told you you weren’t gay?
Sam: … Get real.
Hood: Ha.
Smith: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is a SOLE SURVIVORS MATCH! Victory occurs when a man is pinned to the ground, submits or is knocked out! Introducing first, in the ring, please make welcome the PRESIDENT OF OMEGA CHAMPIONSHIP WRESTLING, AN OCW HALL OF FAME MEMBER, AND A FORMER OCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION … “VIOLENT DELIGHT” … AAAAAAAANDYYYYYYYYY MURRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAY!
~As Murray stood in the centre of the ring, anxiously awaiting his opponent, “An Evening With El Diablo” by Chevelle warbles out across the PA lie a python. The letters “T-G-O” appear across the Omegatron in deep green, as with an explosion, The Great One appeared at the top of the ramp, a cocky grin planted firmly across his face. TGO seemed to be more interested in taunting the fans, as he stood at the top of the ramp, before hesitantly making his way down to the ring.~
High .... upon your,
Hood: AND HERE HE COMES! THE GREATEST SUPERSTAR IN OCW HISTORY! TREVOR KENT IS IN THE HOUSE, AND TREVOR KENT IS GOING TO CRUSH ANDY F’N MURRAY!
Sam: DON’T FUCKING COUNT ON IT, HOOD!
Hood: THIS MATCH IS TGO’S ELEMENT! HE’S ONLY EVER WON SOLE SURVIVOR MATCHES, AND TONIGHT IS GOING TO BE NO DIFFERENT!
Sam: WELL, IF YOU THINK ANDY MURRAY’S JUST GONNA LAY DOWN AND TAKE IT, YOU’VE GOT ANOTHER THING COMING!
Hood: I DON’T EXPECT HIM JUST TO LIE DOWN AND TAKE IT - I EXPECTED HIM TO GET KNOCKED DOWN AND TAKE IT!
Smith: … And his opponent, making his way to the ring … HE IS THE GREATEST HEEL IN OCW HISTORY … AND OCW HALL OF FAME MEMBER … A FORMER OCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION … TREVOR KENT … THEEEEEEEEEE GRRRRRREEEEEAAAT ONNNNNNNNNE!
~TGO was about half way down the ramp, and was taking his sweet time getting to the ring. He had no need to charge right into a conflict with a man who on his day, could be just as dangerous as he was. Either way, TGO finally reached the ring, clambering up onto the apron, the referee restraining a tenacious Murray. Finally, TGO climbed over the top rope, with Andy Murray still being withheld by the ref, as the music began to fade.~
Hood: Look at Andy Murray! He’s a SAVAGE!
Sam: So would you be if you’re LIFE had been terrorised by THIS man!
Hood: Actually, Id be grateful - I love TGO.
~Managing to break his hand away from Murray for a moment, the referee threw his hand at the timekeeper - the bell rang. This was on. The referee gave way immediately, as Murray dropped his weapon, and charged at his nemesis with incredible fury. He stood at 6’7”, TGO stood at near 7’ … This was going to be nothing but brutal. TGO ducked Andy’s first attempted clothesline, but both men were quick to flip around. This time, Andy caught Trevor immediately with a snap clothesline. TGO got up almost instantly, however, but only walked right into another strong clothesline. Before TGO could get up a second time, Murray whipped him across the ring, off of the ropes, and right into a flapjack to immense cheers from the fans.~
Sam: FLAPJACK!
Hood: Hey, isn’t a flapjack some crappy biscuit thing?
Sam: Shut up and watch the damn match …
Hood: Yes boss. **Sigh**
~Refusing to get complacent, Murray sprung back up to his feet, before keeping TGO on the ground with some stomps to the kidneys, which seemed to be taking their toll on The Great One. Murray flipped TGO over onto his back, before clasping both of his legs, pulling them apart, and hitting an impactful leg drop low blow.~
Hood: What the!? … ILLEGAL MOVE!
Sam: NOTHING is illegal in a Sole Survivor match, Hood! Murray can do whatever he likes!
Hood: D’OH! I HATE IT WHEN GOODIE-GOODIES GET VIOLENT!
~TGO clasped his family jewels in agony, as Murray grabbed hold of his left leg on more time. However, this time, TGO kicked, sending his boot driving into the chest of the president. The blow hit Murray with some impact, as pains started to shoot up his chest. TGO, making a seemingly miraculous recovery, leapt to his feet, and went for the offence on the hurting Murray - only to get a straight smack to the face for his troubles. Murray, a brawler at heart, jabbed Trevor a further five times in the jaw, before going to whip him into the C4 packed turnbuckles. But before Trevor collided with them, he somehow managed to grab a hold of the ropes, saving himself. He turned around, as Murray charged at him. This time, Kent got the upper hand, with a back body drop sending Murray flying over the top turnbuckle, slamming down hard on the mat outside. Murray wrenched his back, screaming in agony.~
Sam: HOLY CRAP! THE GREAT ONE JUST THREW OUR PRESIDENT RIGHT OUT OF THE RING!
Hood: MURRAY CANNOT BEAT TGO IN A STRENGTH BATTLE - IT’S JUST BEEN PROVEN! WHAT A SLAM BY KING TREVOR!
Sam: This match is heating up ALREADY!
Hood: You can say that again!
~TGO grinned, with a glance at his fallen opponent. Then, being careful to avoid the detonate-on-impact C4 packs, he used the ropes to scale the turnbuckles. The sight of the mammoth man standing on the top rope, staring down at the fallen Andy Murray was quite a worrying one, to say the least.~
Sam: My God, what’s he going to do here!?!
Hood: Something F*CKING COOL!
~With a snide grin, TGO glanced around at the jeering fans, before jumping down on top of Murray, driving his fist right into the gut of the president.~
Hood: WOW!
Sam: TGO just took the air RIGHT OUT of Murray’s lungs with that one!
Hood: The president is in trouble!
Sam: It’s still early stages yet, Hood.
Hood: Yeah, but look at him! He just got the air driven from his lungs, and he’s been flipped RIGHT OVER the TOP ROPE ALREADY!
Sam: Anything CAN, and WILL happen!
~TGO, showing little remorse, pulling Murray back up, and rolled him into the ring, before following him onto the apron. TGO stood, stalking the hurting Andy like a buzzard would to its prey. Finally, he grabbed Murray by the shirt, forcefully pulling him to his feet. TGO pulled the groggy Andy close, whispering the words “You are nothing,” into his ear, before Irish Whipping him off of the ropes, catching him on the rebound with a boot to Murray’s already weakened gut, sending “Violent Delight” down immediately. TGO showboated, posing for the fans, who responded immediately with a chorus of boos. He was quick to cease it either way, and pulled Murray to his feet, He kicked him in the gut, before throwing his head between his own massive legs, and hoisted Murray onto his shoulders.~
Hood: Tombstone Powerbomb coming right up …
~As TGO lifted Andy, preparing to drop him, somehow, Andy managed to jab his thumb into Trevor’s eye. TGO released Andy, who fell to the ground, before groggily getting to his feet.~
Hood: WHAT THE!?!
Sam: YES! ANDY COUNTERS!
~However, it all proved to be in vain. Andy charged at TGO, but TGO countered with a belly-to-belly overhead suplex.~
Sam: DAMMIT!
Hood: AND TREVOR KENT DOES IT AGAIN! Murray is being beaten all over the damn shop!
~And that, he was. Frankly, Andy was down and out for the count. TGO realised this, and quickly hopped into the counter.~
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SHOULDER UP!
Sam: No so fast TGO, this one’s not over by a LONG SHOT!
Hood: He’s just playing with Murray, just wait for the REAL action to begin.
Sam: Real action? You mean Murray WHOOPING TGO?
Hood: You’re supposed to be impartial …
Sam: F*CK THAT! GO MURRAY!
~Knowing that he wasn’t going to pin Murray at such an early stage in the match, The Great One grinned, before pulling the president back up to his uneasy feet. He pointed towards one of the explosive turnbuckles with another grin, before Irish whipping Andy right towards them … However, as Andy struck, NOTHING exploded, Murray merely fell to the canvas.~
Hood: THERE WAS NO C4 IN THE DAMN TURNBUCKLE!
Sam: HA! Trevor though he’d got Murray’s number there …
Hood: What the hell happened!?! You can SEE there’s explosives there, they just didn’t explode!
Sam: Awww, what a shame!
~With a pissed off look across his face, TGO wandered across the ring, towards the turnbuckles. Carefully, he examined the C4 packs, which were now heavily dented with Murray’s impact. He spits on one of them, before kicking it. Suddenly, in an explosion of dust and smoke, the pack explodes in TGO’s face! The Great One falls to the ground, holding his face in agony.~
Sam: F*CKING HELL! THAT C4 PACK JUST EXPLODED RIGHT IN TREVOR’S FACE!
Hood: IT’S A F*CKING CONSPIRACY!
Sam: That plan quite literally, blew up in TGO’s face! And now both men are down!
Hood: Yeah … COME ON TREVOR! BEAT THIS SCOTTISH FAG!
~It was Murray, however, that showed the first signs of life. The crowd’s cheering encouraged him, as he crawled towards the still-hurting TGO. He paused for breather, before placing TGO’s arm between his thights … He leaned forward, pulling his head back … The fans erupted.~
Sam: CELTIC CROSSFACE! CELTIC CROSSFACE! ANDY’S GOT THE SUBMISSION HOLD IN ON THE GREAT ONE!
~TGO began to scream out in agony, it was now clearly visible, that his face was covered with small cuts and gashes from the explosion.~
Hood: BUT LOOK - TREVOR’S GOT HIS ARM ON THE ROPES!
~Sure enough, TGO had has arm on the ropes. The referee yelled at Murray, desperately trying to get him to release the hold. However, Murray refused, and there was nothing the referee could do - this was non-DQ.~
Sam: It’s non-disqualification! Murray can keep ripping and tearing at that b*stard for as long as he wants, it’s perfectly legal! And by god, TGO deserves it!
Hood: If Murray was even a SHADOW of a man, he’d let TGO go … NOW! He’d let him up to fight like a MAN!
Sam: F*CK THAT! TGO’s KIDNAPPED Andy Murray in recent weeks, I think it’s time Andy had a little, or should I say, a LOT of revenge!
~Sure enough, Andy kept the hold locked in - but soon enough, he had to give in. TGO’s earlier onslaught had drained much of his strength, and he was unable to sustain the hold. However, it was TGO who came off worse - as he lay motionless on the ring apron. Andy slowly got to his feet, using to help hoist himself up. Finally, and uneasily, he stood tall above TGO, throwing his arm in the air to MASSIVE cheers from the fans. He looked around the ring, looking for something to damage TGO bitterly with.~
~And then, he saw it.~
~The wooden plank wrapped in barbed wire that he had brought to the ring lay before him, so why the hell not use it? Andy grinned, kneeling down to pick up the weapon. He examined it carefully, as TGO began to stir.~
Sam: And now Andy’s got that barbed-wire 2x4!
Hood: WHO THE HELL DOES HE THINK HE IS!?! CACTUS JACK!?!
Sam: Well, TGO’s beginning to get up …
Hood: STAY DOWN TREVOR! ACK!
~Sure enough, TGO was up to his knees, his shoulders still clearly hurting from the Celtic Crossface. Finally, the big man was up on his feet, Andy’s face was fuming with rage - he was ready to wipe TGO right off the face of the earth.~
Hood: TURN AROUND, QUICKY TREVOR!
~Shaking the remnants of his grogginess from his eyes, Trevor turned around … His face was immediately lacerated, as the barbed wire struck him hard! He was knocked down again, as Murray whacked the 2x4 right across his skull.~
Sam: OH MY GOD!
Hood: THAT B*STARD! THAT COMPLETE AND UTTER B*STARD!
Sam: TGO COULD BE SEVERLY HURT HERE! ANDY MURRAY JUST HIT HIM SQUARE IN THE FACE WITH THAT BARBED-WIRE 2X4!
Hood: CALL AN AMBULANCE, CALL THE COPS, CALL THE PRESIDENT!
Sam: AND NOW LOOK! ANDY IS PULLING HIS ADVERSARY RIGHT UP TO THIS FEET! MURRAY HAS GOT TO SEIZE THIS MOMENTUM!
~Sure enough, fuelled by revenge, and the cheers from the fans, Andy pulled Trevor to his feet by his loose hair. Although TGO’s eyes were glazed over, it didn’t stop Andy from flipping him the middle finger, before throwing The Great One’s head under his arm. Murray screamed the fans, who cheered in response - they knew what was coming.~
Sam: HIGHLAND HANGOVER TIME!
Hood: NOOOOOOOOOO!
~Andy, showing impressive strength, hoisted Trevor up with a hanging vertical suplex. However, before he had the chances to crush him down, TGO managed to wrap his arm around Murray’s throat, countering with a reverse DDT!~
Sam: MY GOD! WHAT A COUNTER!
Hood: YES!
Sam: HOW DID HE PULL THAT ONE OFF!?!
Hood: IT’S TGO! HE’S INVINCIBLE!
Sam: JESHS H. CHRIST! WE KNEW THIS WAS GOING TO BE A WAR, AND THAT IT’S BECOMING!
Hood: AND IN A WAR THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE WINNER … TTTTTTTTT … GGGGGGGGGG … OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
~Both men hit the ground, exhausted as the match began to enter it’s mid-point. For moments, there was no a single stir, and in a normal, standard contest, the referee would have initiated the ten count a long, long time ago. Instead, an overpowering “MURRAY! MURRAY! MURRAY!” chant broke out across the arena.~
Sam: Listen to these fans! They are CLEARLY behind our president here tonight!
Hood: HA! It’s too bad his Scottish ass is going DOWN tonight! He doesn’t stand a chance against TGO, and as soon as Trevor gets up, he’s going to continue beating 10 stages of HELL into Andy Murray!
Sam: I wouldn’t go that far, Hood … Andy Murray is a bitter, bitter man, and he’s driven by vengeance, hatred and fan admiration tonight! I can’t see him losing, at all!
Hood: You can’t see a lot of things, Sam.
~There was a stir, but to the fan’s dismay, it came from TGO’s limp body. Before they knew it, the chant had broken down, and the groggy Trevor Kent as on his hands and knees, trying to regain some sort of composure. He spat on the mat one more time, before rising to his knees. Grasping a hold of the middle rope, he pulled himself to his feet, pausing once more for breath. TGO then turned, glanced down at Murray, before raising both arms out defiantly to rapturous choruses of boos from the fans.~
Hood: TGO is up! And look at him stand in the centre of the ring - showing his superiority!
Sam: You’re mind is clearly as f*cked as your logic - he’s just showboating now! F*cking poser! If he’s going to fight, he should fight like a man and not stand their like some punk! But then again, I’ve come to expect this much from The Great One in the years he’s been here.
~Quickly realising that the showboating was wearing thing, TGO drew the line, turned, and pulled the dazed Andy Murray to his feet. Murray was now bleeding slightly from the mouth, and TGO took advantage of this, uppercutting Murray in the jaw. Andy reeled, and stumbled back against the ropes, but before he could regain his composure, TGO ran at him, knocking him over the top rope with a clothesline. Murray hit the mat on the outside of the ring hard, as TGO wiped the blood from the small wounds on his face carefully.~
Hood: WHAM! Down goes Murray AGAIN!
Sam: TGO’s bleeding pretty heavily though, how much longer can he go on? He’s gonna need to end things quickly!
Hood: He can go for as long as he wants - he’s TGO, he’s freakin’ GOD!
Sam: He’s about as far from God as you’ll find in a human being …
Hood: Pah! Jesus Christ ain’t got nothing on The Great One, and you can quote that too!
~TGO was quick to step over the top rope to the outside of the ring, following Andy. He noticed the OCW president trying to struggle to his feet, and quickly grabbed him around the neck, only to whip him back-fist into one of the security barriers with a thud. The Great One grinned, as he followed Andy across. Beside Andy, against the barrier, one of the tables leant, and it didn’t take long before TGO noticed this. He grabbed the table, flipping it around, when his eyes were greeted with a holy sight - C4 packs attached to the underside of the table. Immediately, TGO pulled the legs apart, setting the table up, close to the barrier. He walked over, and smacked Murray once in the face, before rolling his fallen opponent onto the table’s top.~
Sam: What’s he going to do here!?!
Hood: DESTROY Murray!
Sam: He could well do! If he hits ANY sort of move on that C4-packed table, I don’t think Andy’ll be able to get back up again.
Hood: Ha! I thought you said Murray as unbeatable?
Sam: No man is unbeatable - and no man is going to wake up from something like what’s about to go down!
Hood: … TGO could.
Sam: Christ almighty … Stop kissing Trevor’s ass for one second, will ya?
Hood: Nope, it’s my trademark. Where would I be without a trademark, Sam?
Sam: Greener pastures!
~Spitting on his downed opponent, The Great One turned, and slid back into the ring. He glanced at the turnbuckles that had exploded in his face earlier on - and started to climb them.~
Sam: TGO’S CLIMBING THE ROPES!
Hood: AIRBORNE CARNAGE!
~TGO found his wobbly balance at the top of the turnbuckle, and quickly settled. He looked down at his fallen opponent, who showed no signs of life.~
Sam: … Don’t do it …
Hood: DO IT! DO IT!
~Boom.~
~TGO leapt from the top of the turnbuckle, extending his elbow towards Murray as he fell through the air.~
~Bam.~
~He connected.~
~Crack.~
~The table shattered.~
~BOOM!~
~The C4 exploded. A cloud of dust arose from the wreckage, as the motionless bodies of Andy Murray and The Great One lay side by side. The crowd began to chant “HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T!”~
Sam: MY GOD!
Hood: F*CKING HELL!
Sam: TGO JUST ANNHILATED HIMSELF AND ANDY MURRAY WITH THAT MOVE!
Hood: WHAT AN ELBOW DROP!
Sam: BOTH MEN COULD BE SERIOUSLY HURT HERE! SOMEONE NEEDS TO CALL A PARAMEDIC!
Hood: … LOOK! TGO’S GOT HIS ARM OVER MURRAY’S CHEST!
~Sure enough, The Great One managed to muster up enough strength to throw his arm across the chest of Murray. He slumped, as the referee quickly hopped out of the ring, starting the count.~
Sam: Sh*t, this has got to be over now.
Hood: Easily!
Sam: The impact of that move was just too much …
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Hood: GOODNIGHT MURRAY!
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Sam: It’s over …
3?
~As the referee’s hand fall for the final time, time seemed to slow, as the fans in the arena watched on helplessly.~
Sam: …
Hood: …
SHOULDER UP!
~Murray’s shoulder powered up in the nick of time, the fans exploded in a plethora of cheers.~
Sam: WHAT!?!
Hood: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Sam: MURRAY KICKED OUT!
Hood: NOOOOOOOOO! HOW CAN THIS BE HAPPENING!?!?!
Sam: I CANT BELIEVE IT! THE SICK BASTARD’S DONE IT AGAIN! HE KICKED OUT OF THE ELBOW DROP THROUGH THE EXPLOSIVE TABLE!
Hood: I HATE MY LIFE!
Sam: … I hate your life as well!
~Both men were completely exhausted, and just lay there, like corpses. It didn’t take long for a massive “MURRAY! MURRAY! MURRAY!” chant to break out across the arena.~
Sam: LISTEN TO THESE FANS! THEY’RE BEHIND MURRAY 100% TONIGHT!
Hood: Ha! That’ll only help TGO …
Sam: How do you work that out?!
Hood: Because he FEEDS off of the fans jeering! He’ll use this as ammo against Murray!
Sam: … They’re not jeering … They’re chanting.
Hood: Same difference.
~There was a stir - it came from Andy Murray. Somehow, using all of his remaining strength, Andy manages to roll onto his back, and prop himself up against the security barrier. Sitting up, he paused for a moment, wiping the blood from his forehead, before turning, clasping a hold of the barrier, and pulling himself up.~
Hood: Oh damn, that Scottish jobber’s up!
Sam: That blast must’ve hurt TGO pretty badly, Hood!
Hood: TGO’s invincible, ma copain.
Sam: What?!
Hood: It’s French. I see you are not as much of a Continental Conquistador as me.
Sam: Whatever! Murray’s about to beat a new level of hell into TGO!
~With a muted look of fury across his thoroughly damaged face, Murray pulled his larger opponent up, leaning him against the security barrier. The Scotsman stepped back, before leaping forward with a massive knee to the gut of TGO. Trevor knelt over, clutching his gut in serious pain, but Murray threw his head back, before hitting some knife edge chops against his chest. Finally, after 5 chops, TGO fell to his knees.~
Sam: TGO’s chest is bright red from those chops!
Hood: So would yours be!
Sam: Of course.
Hood: No wait; your belly is yellow, isn’t it? HA! I R GENIUS!
~Seizing the momentum, Andy pulled TGO to his feet, looking to whip him straight into the side of the ring. He clutched his arm, looking to initiate the move, but before he could, Trevor made the reversal, throwing Murray straight into the side of the ring! The fans booed heavily.~
Hood: HAHAHAHA!
Sam: MY GOD! TGO REVERSED IT!
Hood: TREVOR ROCKS!
Sam: WHAT A REVERSAL THAT WAS!
~TGO, showing little signs of fatigue, grinned, and walked towards Murray’s fallen body. He pulled the OCW President up to his feet, only to roll him right back into the centre of the ring. Trevor was quick to follow, sliding in. As Murray lay motionless in the centre of the ring, TGO paced him with a grin, arms raised up defiantly.~
Sam: F*cking poser!
Hood: He has a right to, dammit!
Sam: No, he doesn’t … Hell, my dog has more of a right to showboat than this man.
Hood: Whoa man … I didn’t say ANYTHING about your wife …
~Finally, Trevor pulled his opponent to his feet, only to Irish Whip him off of the ropes. However, as Murray bounced back, he ducked TGO’s attempted clothesline! The Great One turned around, but Murray leapt, and clutching TGO’s head, delivered a Diamond Cutter! The fans exploded!~
Sam: BANG!
Hood: What? That wasn’t an explosion, you fool!
Sam: That’s the name of the move!
Hood: Oh, I see.
Sam: AND NOW THE COVER!
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Hood: … SHIT!
2.99
Sam: SURELY …
NO! SHOULDER UP!
Hood: HAHAHA! YES YES YES!
Sam: GODAMMIT! HOW DOES HE DO IT!?!
Hood: God can do such things with great ease!
Sam: F*CKING HELL!
~Andy immediately leapt to his feet, furious with his inability to bury TGO. In a fit of rage, he pulled his opponent to his feet, whipping him straight in to a set of turnbuckles. Fortunately for Andy, the turnbuckles were still packed with C4, and they exploded in a puff of smoke as TGO clashed with them.~
Hood: Aw, sh*t!
Sam: HAHA! THAT’S THE WAY!
Hood: BLASPHEMY!
~TGO lay on the ground, as a trickle of blood emerged from the corner of his mouth. Murray wandered across the ring, finding the weapon he had used earlier - the barbed-wire wrapped 2x4. He picked it up, and held it high for the cheering fans.~
Sam: Murray’s got that VICIOUS weapon again!
Hood: PSYCHO! This man should be locked up!
Sam: It’s ALL legal, Hood!
Hood: … Did someone say Almost Legal!?!
Sam: Eh, no …
Hood: WHOOOOOOOO! **RVD Thumbs** Al-Most Le-Gal
~Murray noticed TGO in the corner, who was now hunched on all fours. Although Trevor was completely blind to it, he stuck his middle finger up in his direction, uttering the words “F*ck you,” before charging at his arch-enemy. He leapt in the air, bringing the weapon crashing down upon Trevor’s back! The Great One fell to the ground instantly.~
Sam: WHAT A SHOT!
Hood: AGH! SOMEBODY STOP THIS!
Sam: THIS IS WHAT IT’S ALL ABOUT - SWEET REVENGE!
~But it didn’t stop there. It seemed that Andy was not content with what he had done already, and he let his rage take control of him, as he continued to hammer away in backbreaking fashion with the weapon. The look on his face told a story of deceit, lies, and enmity.~
Hood: This is INHUMANE!
Sam: F*CK THAT! After what TGO’s done, HE DESERVES IT!
Hood: BAH! SCREW THAT!
Sam: IT’S THE DAMNED TRUTH! ANDY MURRAY IS OBLITERATING TGO!
~After the tenth and final strike with the modified 2x4, Andy roared, raising the weapon high above his head, before throwing it down on the mat. TGO was now a pincushion full of barbed-wire wounds - and Murray was loving every second of it.~
Sam: HE’S GOTTA MAKE THE COVER!
Hood: Stupid Scot! HE CAN NEVER WIN!
Sam: HE’S GONNA PICK IT UP RIGHT HERE, IF HE JUST NAILS THE HIGHLAND HANGOVER!
Hood: … SHITTY MOVE!
Sam: I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that!
~Murray then went to pull the profusely bleeding and incredibly groggy TGO to his feet, and did so, by his hair. Andy yanked TGO’s head back by his long, blond hair, yelling some inaudible obscenities into his face, before letting go, and downing Trevor with a super kick! Immediately, Murray fell into the cover.~
Sam: This is it! It’s GOTTA be over now!
1
Hood: Come on Trevor … Just get up …
Sam: It’s not going to happen … He’s gone through too damn much …
2
Hood: GET THE F*CK UP! ARGH!
Sam: JUST ONE MORE SECOND …
3?
NO! KICK OUT!
Sam: WHAT!?!
Hood: YES!
Sam: HOW THE …!!?
Hood: F*CKING YES!
Sam: THIS MAN IS HOLDING ON BY THE SKIN OF HIS TEETH! HOW THE HELL DID HE KICK OUT OF THAT!?!
Hood: BECAUSE HE IS GOD!
~Immediately, Murray went right back into the cover.~
1
2
NO! KICK OUT!
Hood: HA! That double cover thing NEVER works!
Sam: I’m still in shock … How in the name of GOD did TGO kick out of that!?!
Hood: BECAUSE TREVOR RULES! BY DEFAULT!
Sam: F*ck you, he’s no more of a man than Murray is! It must have taken superhuman strength to kick out after all that …
~Andy leapt to his feet, frustrated. He wandered off into a far set of turnbuckles, leaning against them, catching a breather. He observed TGO from a far off distance, as he thought of a new game plan. Slowly, Trevor began to rise. One foot, two feet … Clinging on to the ropes with both hands … He hoisted himself up. Leaning against the turnbuckles, Trevor caught a breather, before turning around, staring right into the eyes of Murray. Both men stepped forward once, staring right into each other’s vision. Murray clenched his fist, as the fans began to cheer in anticipation of a fight.~
Sam: My God … What a fight we’ve seen here tonight!
Hood: Indeed!
Sam: But one of these men has GOT to fall sooner or later!
Hood: Well, it’s about to explode!
Sam: COME ON ANDY!
Hood: NO! COME ON TREVOR!
~ BOTH MEN UP, A SCUFFLE ... CRASH AND BURN! CRASH AND BURN!!!~
Hood: CRASH AND BURN! MY GOD YES YES YESSSSSSSSSSSS!!!
Sam: BAH GAWD NO!!!
1!!!
Sam: NOOOOOO!
2!!!!!!
3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hood: IT'S OVER! TGO WINS! TGO HAS PULLED IT OFF!!!
Sam: My GOD what a MATCH!!! Andy will be disappointed, but the winner of this match ....
Smith: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner...
~"An Evening With El Diablo" by Chevelle begins to play...~
Smith: THE GREAT ONNNNNNNNEEEEEEE!!!
Hood: MY HERO HAS DONE IT!
Sam: Two legendary competitors ... I'm almost positive this isn't over fans ... something tells me TGO will insist on rubbing this in!
Hood: AS HE SHOULD!!!!!
Sam: Hood, damn it, THE NIGHT ISN'T OVER!!! MY GOD - THE FANS ARE HOT, AND WE ARE GOING STRAIGHT INTO THE OCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH!!!!
Another day in quicksand,
Still feel close to nowhere,
I hope this is the right way.
How come you see me as an enemy?
We just think in different words.
But all you do is fade away.
You display,
Good traits though few,
We found,
During the long winter,
This disease,
Keeps holding me down.
Try to run,
When you're asleep,
To imagine,
This away,
He said come,
For your own high hell,
And know this,
You seem to be,
To scared to run.
Jason Stone (World) vs. Jin Royale (Lightweight):
Round One: I Quit Match
Hood: You are getting way too excited. This match is over, hands down - Jason Stone clearly out-mans Jin Royale.
Sam: Well, I believe OTHERWISE.
Hood: You just want to disagree with me, but come the end of these three matches, you'll be saying "Oh, I knew Stone was going to win."
~I've felt the hate rise up in me
>
Silver Cyanide: ...Oh my God...
Sam: JIN ROYALE HAS JUST...JESUS CHRIST, HE'S JUST SACRIFICED HIMSELF TO DELIVER WHAT COULD BE THE KNOCKOUT SHOT TO JASON STONE!
~I've felt the hate rise up in me
~BOOM, the pyros explode as Jin Royale appears on the stage, a big smile on his face. He holds his Light Heavyweight Championship up for the fans and walks on down to the ring, sliding in, and the fans' cheers quickly turn to boos.~
~A good night, the best in a long time
~Another replay from Genesis last month - Jason and Jin stare each other down, before Jason sneers a bit and raises his arm in the air towards the Show. A test of strength. ~
~What's my drug of choice?
~A closeup of the OCW World Heavyweight Championship - Jason Stone defeats Andrew Logan, surprising the world. BOOM, more pyros, and Jason Stone emerges on stage with his World Heavyweight Championship.~
~Seems so sick to the hypocrite norm
Sam: Ladies and gentlemen, both men climb into the ring, this is ON! MY GOD!
~Jason Stone and Jin Royale each stand in opposite corners of the ring, staring at each other intensely. The bell rings, and both men walk to the center of the ring, neither man breaking eye contact with the other.~
Sam: This is it everyone, the reason 73,000 screaming fans are packed here tonight! This could very well be the best match in OCW history.
Hood: No you idiot, they all came here to see Linchy! Go Linchy!
Sam: Hood, Linchy isn't even on the card.
Hood: So?
~The two men continue to stare at each other. Jason Stone reaches out, attempting to start the match off with a tie-up, but Jin quickly kicks him in the gut. Jin then grabs Jason's left arm and tosses him into the ropes. As Jason bounces back, he is caught with a spear by Jin.~
Sam: Stiff shot by Jin, he looks really fired up today.
Hood: Yeah, my sources tell me that he spent the entire day saying "don't job" to himself. Probably won't help the jobber any, but to each their own I guess.
Sam: Jin Royale isn't a jobber. Jobbers don't become the #1 Contender to the OCW Heavyweight title.
Hood: Sure they can, how else can you explain Andy Murray being a former champ?
Sam: ......
~Jin picks up Jason, who is holding his ribs. Jin then jumps onto Jason's back, attempting to lock in The Revelation and bring a quick end to this match. Jason, sensing that he was in trouble, quickly moves backwards to the ringposts, driving Jin spine-first into the top turnbuckle. Jin releases his grip and leans backwards against the turnbuckle. Jason quickly delivers multiple kicks to Jin's ribcage, then grabs Jin's left arm and hooks it under the top rope. He pulls Jin's wrist up, twisting his opponent's arm within the rope.~
Sam: This match is no disqualification, so that move is perfectly legal here folks. It looks like Jason is definitely gonna work that left arm tonight.
Hood: Thank you Sam, I don't know what our blind fans would do without you.
~Jason releases his grip on Jin's arm. Jin slumps forward and starts to walk forward, but Jason quickly shoves him back into the corner. Jason climbs to the second turnbuckle and starts punching Jin in the face. Jason hits Jin six times before Jin shoves him off. Jason stands up, but is immediately knocked back to the mat as Jin floors him with a big European uppercut. Jin immediately grabs his wrist though, realizing that wasn't the smartest of things to do.~
Sam: Looks like Jin's wrist is bothering him. Jason has done a really good job at grounding him thus far. Jason's working the arm like he did at Genesis. If he keeps it up, Jin might suffer some permanent damage.
Hood: Good, one less jobber in OCW then.
Sam: Hood, for the last time, Jin isn't a jobber.
Hood: You're right, he's an über-jobber.
Sam: Hey, he could beat you.
Hood: ........Ass.
~Jin jumps onto the second rope, bouncing off of it and dropkicking Jason back to the mat. As Jason stands up, Jin leaps into the air and catches him with a headscissor, dragging both men to the mat. Jn then locks his legs in a figure four position, cutting off Jason's air supply.~
Sam: Now there's the high flying the fans have come to expect from Jin Royale.
Hood: Did you know he was on his college varsity track and field team? He was All American for Jobber U.
Sam: That's bad, even for you.
~Jason quickly shoves his way out of the submission however, and irish whips Jin into the ropes. As Jin hits the ropes, Jason explodes in his direction, knocking himself and the hapless Jin to the floor below with a clothesline. Jason grabs Jin and bounces his head repeatedly off of the announcer's table. Jason then lifts Jin up and drops him face-first onto the table. He then walks around the table and puts on a headset.~
Sam: Shouldn't you be wrestling instead of joining us here Jason?
Hood: Shut up and let the champ speak you hoser.
Sam: Hoser?
Hood: Yeah, it's a big insult up in Canada.
Jason Stone: Thank you Hood. You see Sam, this is called ring psychology. Once Mr. Royale sees that I can wrestle and do commentary for the match at the same time, he will have no choice but to let the hopelessness of the situation sink in. Once he realizes how futile it is to resist, I shall have an easy victory. I don't expect an inferior intellect such as yourself to understand that though, Sam. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a match to continue.
~Jason takes off the headset and walks back over to Jin. Jason quickly delivers a stiff kick to Jin's ribs. Jin rolls over, and Jason lifts him up by the hair and slides him into the ring. Jin staggers to his feet, but is quickly knocked back down as Jason clips the back of Jin's right knee with his shoulder. Jason then grabs onto Jin's right leg and drops, driving his elbow into it. He repeats this three more times before releasing Jin's leg. He then drags Jin over to the ropes, where he places Jin's neck across the bottom rope. He then pulls up on the rope, choking the challenger with it.~
Sam: Jason Stone has been really brutal in recent weeks. This maybe it has something to do with all the unfavorable comparisions he's had to deal with while he was Jin's partner Hood?
Hood: No way, clearing Jason is better, after all, he's Canadian. Go Maple Leafs!
Sam: You don't even watch hockey Hood.
Hood: I do too!
Sam: Alright, who won the Stanley Cup last year?
Hood: .....Go Maple Leafs! Whoo!
~Jason releases the bottom rope and runs over to the opposite side of the ring. He bounces off of the ropes and leaps at Jin Royale's back. No one's home, however, as Jin rolls out of the way, causing Jason to crash into the ropes. Jin quickly capitalizes, and dropkicks Stone in the back of the head. Stone falls off of the ropes, and gets back on his feet, only to get knocked back off of them by a roundhouse kick. The fans cheer as Jin poses over Jason.~
Hood: Damn that jobber, posing over the champ like that. It's blasphemy I tell you, BLASPHEMY!
Sam: You wouldn't say that if it was Jason Stone posing, now would you?
Hood: Of course not, go Maple Leafs! Whoo!
~Jin grabs Stone by the hair and drags him up. He then chops Stone across the throat, causing Stone to stumble just a bit. Stone regains his footing, only to get chopped yet again. After recieving another solid chop, Jason stumbles into the corner. Jin quickly lifts his opponent onto the top turnbuckle, posing briefly before leaping into action and hitting a massive hurricurana, sending Stone flying across the ring.~
Sam: Whoa! There's another one for the highlight reel!
Hood: There's a jobber highlight reel now? What is this world coming to?
~Jin quickly kips up, and waits for Stone to stand up while signaling for the Showstopper Superkick. Jason gets to his feet, and turns around only to get kicked in the jaw. Stone drops like a rock, and Jin climbs to the top rope, signaling for the Revolution 9. As Jin leaps from the top turnbuckle, however, Stone rolls out of the way, causing Jin to crash into the mat. Stone smirks as he struts over to his fallen foe, kicking him in the right knee.~
Hood: Look, El Jobbo Supremo really earned his title there!
Sam: Hey, it was an honest mistake Hood.
Hood: Only a jobber would go for a high risk move in an I Quit match. Forget TGO, Jin should've asked Linchy for advice, he'd never do something like that.
Sam: Whatever.
~Stone continues his assault on Jin's right knee, stomping it repeatedly. he then grabs Jin's leg and puts it over his neck. He hooks the leg, and then stands up, lifting Jin up while twisting Jin's knee across his shoulder. Stone drops to his knees, wrenching Jn's right knee even further. Jason pulls Jin's leg off of his shoulder, and then grabs Jin's other leg as well. Stone steps between Jin's legs and tries to flip Jin over.~
Sam: Jason Stone is going for the sharpshooter!!!!! It could be over here folks!
Hood: Yeah, did you know that all Canadians are required to learn how to do that move?
Sam: .....God you're an idiot.
~Jin, finally shaking the cobwebs, struggles to break free. Jin reaches up and rakes Jason in the eyes. Jason releases his hold and grabs at his eyes. Jin struggles to his feet and leaps at Stone, knocking him to the mat with a stiff forearm. As Jason gets back on his feet, Jin bounces off the second rope and grabs Stone's head, driving him face first into the mat. Jin runs at the second rope, bouncing off of it yet again and hitting a picture perfect moonsault onto Stone's prone body.~
Hood: NOOOO! Don't let that jobber get the best of you Stone! Go Maple Leafs!
Sam: .......Give it a rest Hood.
Hood: NEVER! Maple Leafs are the best!!!!!! WHOO!!!!!
Sam: Why me?
~Jin grabs Stone's right leg. He begins to strut around while holding the leg. He wraps the leg around his own right leg, then puts it across Stone's left leg. He sits down, applying the figure four leglock. Stone yells in agony at the pain of the move and leans forward, swinging wildly at Jin Royale. One of his fists inadvertenly hits its mark, however, and hits Jin right in the jaw. Jin releases the hold, and Stone scrambles to his feet.~
Hood: Alright! Go Stone! Maple Leafs!!!!!
Sam: Nice counter by the champ there, a little unorthidox to be sure, but it got the job done.
Hood: Of course it was a nice counter Sam, the champ is amazing.
~Stone quickly hooks a waistlock onto Jin and lifts him up. As he does so, he releases with one of his arms and shifts Jin's left leg. He then drops to a kneeling position, driving his own knee into Jin's knee. Jin howls in pain as he falls to the mat clutching the limb. Stone drags the challenger to the ropes and puts Jin's left leg under the ropes. He then grabs the injured leg and wraps it around the bottom rope, wrenching Jin's knee.~
Sam: Truely innovative wrestling by the champ there.
Hood: Of course it's innovative, he's from Toronto, all Maple Leafs are innovative.
~Stone releases the hold and slides outside of the ring. He drags Jin out and lifts him up into a back suplex position. He then drops Jin, causing Jin's knee to land on the outer barricade. Stone then walks over to the timekeeper's table and grabs the OCW World title. He stays in waiting as Jin hobbles to his feet, unable to stand on his left leg for very long. Jin turns around to see Jason Stone charging forward, and Jin catches the world title right between the eyes. Stone throws Jin into the ring, and reaches under the ring. He pulls out a steel chair and slides into the ring with it.~
Sam: This is wrong, Jin is helpless here!
Hood: Hey, it's an I Quit match Sam, it's all good.
Sam: Ever heard of the laws of human decency Hood?
Hood: W/E.
Sam: .......You need to go get your head examined Hood.
~Stone swing the chair, bringing it down savagely onto Jin's right knee. Jin cries out in pain and Stone repeats the act again and again. Stone then hits Jin across the head with the chair. Jin stops moving for a moment, and Stone opens the the chair, places Jin's leg inside and closes it. He then lays the chair on the mat and climbs to the top ropes.~
Sam: Oh god no! He could cripple Jin here!
Hood: GO CHAMP!!!!!! CRIPPLE THAT OVERHYPED JOBBER!!!!!!
~Stone gives another one of his smirks as he leaps backwards off of the top turnbuckle, flipping over and attempting to land onto the chair. Jin, however, had regained his bearings and pulled his leg out of the way. Stone hit the mat with a sickening thud as Jin tried desperately to get the chair off of his leg.~
Hood: NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
Sam: Yes! By God, Jin might have a shot here now!
Hood: Damn you Sam, you can't badmouth the champ like that.
Sam: If you love the champ so much, why don't you marry him?
Hood: I would if I could....no, wait, NO!
Sam: Ha!
Hood: NOOOOOO!!!! I'm NOT gay damnit!!!
~Jin gets the chair off of his leg, but he gets a quick boot ot the forehead. Jason Stone quickly grabs Jin Royale's legs and flips Jin onto his stomach, applying the sharpshooter!~
Hood: YES!!! MAKE THAT JOBBER TAP CHAMP!!!!!
Sam: This could be it for Jin, his leg is really messed up.
~Jin grabs his head in agony. He tries to focus, but the pain seems to keep him from doing anything. He starts to crawl to the ropes, but Stone quickly pulls him to the center of the ring and tightens his grip. Jin reaches out for something, anything that could get him out of this. He feels around the mat till he grasps the steel chair. Jin swings the chair backwards, connecting it with Jason's skull. Jason falls forward, releasing his grip. Jin scrambles up and locks The Revelation onto his opponent.~
Sam: The Revelation!!!! This could be Jin's fall here if he gets the champ to tap.
Hood: No way, Jason will never tap.
~Jason Stone struggles to his feet, Jin still holding onto his neck. He runs to the turnbuckle, driving Jin into it. Jin maintains his hold, however, and Stone runs to another turnbuckle to try again. This time he was successful, however, and Jin releases his grip. Stone attempts to kick Jin in the gut, but Jin grabs his leg and pulls, knocking the champ onto his back. He then grabs the champ's other leg and quickly flips him over, applying the sharpshooter! The champ tries to power his way out, but is unsuccessful. He sustains the pain of the hold for a short while longer, but it becomes too much to bare and Jason Stone taps.~
Smith: The winner of your first fall........JIN ROYALE!!!!!!!!
~Jin climbs to the top turnbuckle, lifting his arms in victory. He stands up there for a few seconds, but his knee gives out and he crumbles to the mat.~
Sam: Jin won the first fall, but how will he survive the other two in the shape he is in?
Hood: Why Stone, why?!?!?
Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves
I wonder out where you can't see
Inside my shell I wait and bleed ~
~"Wait and Bleed" by Slipknot brings the fans to their feet. A closeup of the OCW Light Heavyweight Championship hanging above the ring, one month ago, and you hear the voice-over commentary.~
Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves
I wonder out where you can't see
Inside my shell I wait and bleed~
A new friend turned me on to an old favorite
Nothing better than a dealer who's high
Be high, convince them to buy~
Well, what have you got?
I don't go broke
And I do it a lot~
Running their boring drills
But we are an elite race of our own
The stoners, junkies, and freaks~
Sam: Jin Royale just took the first fall of the Three Stages of Hell! He's GOT to have an advantage in the TLC match!
Hood: AAAH! STONE! DO SOMETHING!
~ Jin rolls out of the ring before looking under the apron, sliding out the now-legal table, then a ladder, and then a chair, which he swings around with a huge "WHOO~" and begins to slide them all inside the ring. ~
Sam: Suddenly, this brings us back to Jin vs. Jason II, which was very much like what we're about to see...and if this second stage of the match is ANYTHING like Jin vs. Jason II, we're in for a major match right here!
Hood: WHO CARES?! If Jin wins this match, in his SPECIALTY, Jin Royale is going to be the OCW World Heavyweight Champion! TRAVESTY! Where's Kreller Masters when you need him?!
~ Jason's barely stirring, trying to get up on one knee. The time spent in Jin's Revelation seems to have drained him down to an almost sluggish speed, and he's not nearly quick enough to avoid a clothesline from Jin Royale. ~
Sam: Jin's cleaning house here, bad leg or no!
~ Irish Whip by Royale sends Jason to ringside in a crumpled heap. Jin casually steps through the ropes to the outside, and sees the announce table. He walks over and slides the headset on, much to the surprise of Sam and Hood. ~
Hood: TWICE already?
Jin: What'd I do? Oh, well, not that it matters. You already saw how Jin Royale, Mr. Showtime, the Show just made this monkeyass tap, and now all of you can watch me take that World Title belt straight of that -
Sam: Aaah!
~ Suddenly, Jason appears behind Jin, but Jin quickly reacts with a backhand. ~
Hood: Jin's going to be owned, that jobber!
Jin: SHUT UP BEFORE I HANG YOU WITH THAT BELT! Now then, back to the high-flying action that the crowd PAID to see!
~ Jin rolls Jason into the ring before rolling in himself, and begins to stomp away at the champion. Jin bounces off the ropes and gives Stone a huge kick in the ribs, before dragging him up and kneeing him in the stomach. ~
Hood: That cheating lightweight! BOOOO!
Sam: Which one, Jason or Jin?
Hood: CLEARLY Jin! Look at that low blow kneelift!
Sam: ...
~ Jin picks up the ladder and with a long swing of it, knocks Jason aside before setting the ladder up under the belt. ~
Sam: JIN WANTS TO FINISH THIS QUICK!
Hood: AAAH!
~ Jason sprints up the ladder quickly, though - Jin catches up to him at the head of it, staggering the champion with a fierce uppercut before taking him into a front facelock. ~
Sam: A ROYALE EXECUTION FROM THE TOP?!
~ Stone connects with a quick elbow to the gut, however, and, with a surge of strength, release northern light suplexes Jin off the ladder...and out of the ring, crashing into the announce table! Sam and Hood scramble, as Jin is completely and totally out of commission. The ladder sways back and forth, but Jason manages to hop off the ladder and graab the belt quickly, falling to the mat...with the World Title in hand. Sam and Hood manage to retrieve their headsets, but the announce tabel is still in disarray. ~
Sam: MY GOD, JIN ROYALE HAS BEEN LAID TO WASTE! Jason's got the belt!
Hood: WHOOOO! ONE MORE TO GO, STONE!
Smith: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of round two, JAAAAAASON STOOOOOOOOONEEE!!
~ Royale crawls around amongst the rubble of the broken announce table as Stone kneels wearily in the middle of the ring, clutching and staring at the World Championship. ~
Sam: It's not over yet Stone, you still have to finish the job!
~ Stone turns his attention to the motionless Royale and yells for the referee to ring the bell to start the final fall. ~
Sam: Wait a minute!
~ The bell rings and the referee begins to count Royale out. ~
1!!
2!!
Hood: Is it going to be over just like this?!
3!!
4!!
~ Stone holds the title up and taunts the fans. Still no sign of motion from Royale. ~
5!!
6!!!
7!!!!
~ Royale begins to stir a bit, but collapses. Stone smiles. ~
8!!!!
9!!!!!
~ Suddenly, a fan with a large hooded winter coat attempts to jump the guardrail. The referee looks away from Royale and turns his attention to the intruder, who is struggling to break past security. ~
Hood: HEY! What the hell?!
~ As security continues to try to deal with this fan, another similiarly-dressed fan jumps the guardrail near Jin. This fan picks Royale up, slaps him, and throws him back into the ring. ~
Sam: What in the?!
~ The "fan" takes off his coat and reveals himself to be Tony Lachman. Stone yells at Lachman, who just smirks back at him. ~
Sam: What's HE doing here?!
Hood: Last I checked he can be wherever he wants to be! He's the King!
Sam: Good for him. Really.
~ Tony walks over and breaks the security away from the other fan who tried to jump the rail, who reveals herself to be Amber. ~
Sam: Great. They're both here. Let's have a celebration!
~ Stone argues with the referee, who tells him that his count only got to 9 and that the match will continue. Tony signals to the back. 2 men carry a large recliner down to the ring and place it over top of the broken announce table. Tony grabs a headset from the floor and sits down in the recliner. Amber sits on his lap. Sam and Hood remain standing. Stone shoves the referee aside and stomps Royale a few times. ~
Tony: HERE WE GO BABY! TIME FOR SOME MAIN EVENT ACTION!!...
Sam: Hello to you too.
Tony: ..LIKE ONLY THE KING CAN CALL IT!! I'm sorry Sam, did you say something?
Hood: He said hello, but just go ahead and ignore him.
Tony: Gotcha.
~ Stone plants Royale with a stiff DDT and signals for the referee to start counting. ~
Tony: Ah c'mon dammit! I wanna see some motherf*ckin' action! Get up Jin!
1!!
2!!
Sam: Why'd you help Jin earlier?
Tony: Help Jin?
3!!
Tony: Ever heard of the gladiators?
4!!
Tony: The Roman Colossuem?
5!!!
Sam: Yep.
6!!!
Tony: Same concept, I just want to see more bloodshed! GET UP JIN!!
7!!!!
8!!!!
~ Jin rolls and slumps to the floor. The referee stops the count. ~
Tony: Nice.
~ Stone stomps the mat in anger. Jin crawls on the floor towards the guardrail, which he attempts to pull himself up with. Stone slides to ringside and plants a hard boot into the lower back of Royale, sending him back down. ~
Hood: Royale is really in trouble here. Tony, I don't think you're going to get the match you wanted to see.
Tony: Oh well, at least I got to come out here and raise the buyrates of this show by at LEAST a full point.
Hood: We haven't seen you two around for a while, where have you been?
Tony: Amber and I have been doing a bit of producing actually. A DVD for Linkin Park's new album, Meteora. Soon we're going back out to start production on a movie based on the Grand Theft Auto video games.
Sam: Oh good..so you'll be gone for a while
Tony: That's likely.
~ Stone scoops Royale up and suplexes him across the guardrail. He then follows up with several elbows across the back of the head. ~
Hood: So, who's your call in this match?
Tony: Well I'd be smart to say that Stone was going to take this one. You never know though, right?
Sam: Jin's known for making good comebacks.
Tony: Mmmhmm...
Hood: No way he could come back now though, look at him!
~ Stone rolls Jin into the ring and slides in himself. Jason taunts Jin by nudging him with his foot. Stone pulls Jin up, sets him up, and delivers the Stone Crusher! Jin shakes on the mat and then goes motionless. The referee starts the count. ~
1!!
2!!
3!!!
4!!!
5!!!
Tony: Bah...
6!!!!
7!!!!
8!!!!!
9!!!!!!!!
~Just before the count of 10, Jin kips up! ~
Tony: WHOA!
Hood: You gotta be kidding!
~ Stone stares in awe and tries to throw a right, which Jin blocks and comes back with a right hook of his own. Jin follows up with several jabs and a whip into the ropes. ~
Sam: The champion whipped into the ropes...
~ Jin delivers a big boot! ~
Tony: He's not gonna do a legdrop here is he?
~ Jin looks around at the audience and points to the downed Stone. ~
Tony: Dear god no.
~ Jin runs to the ropes, leaps, and crushes Stone with a flipping senton! Jin quickly flips to his feet and runs into the corner, calling for the Showstopper Superkick!!! ~
Sam: Here we go!! Here we go!!! If he hits this, it is LIGHTS OUT for the champion!
Tony: This move ALMOST knocked ME out even!
~ Jin steps back and forth as Stone rises to his feet. Jin leaps forward but stops himself from kicking as Stone ducks early. Royale grabs Stone's head and lands the Royale Execution!! ~
Sam: Royale Execution!
Tony: Stone had the right idea there, he shouldn't have ducked so early though.
~ The referee starts to count the champion down. ~
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Sam: This might be it! Will Jin finally become the World Champion?!
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Tony: I'm not seeing any activity from Stone here!
7!!!!
8!!!!
~ Stone's rolls to his stomach and the referee stops the count. ~
Tony: Close call there. Ah, give me a second.
~ Tony pulls a cell phone out of his shirt pocket. Amber takes Tony's headset as he talks on the phone. ~
Amber: Heya guys.
~ Jin levels Jason with a dropkick. ~
Amber: Nice dropkick there.
~ Jin goes to the middle rope and waits as Jason gets to his feet. Jin flies from the top and attemps to connect with a flipping neckbreaker, but falls short. Stone catches Royale's legs as he falls, steps through, and locks on another sharpshooter. ~
Hood: Sharpshooter! Go Mapleleaf!
Sam: This isn't going to get him the win.
Amber: Well Sam, if Jin can't use his legs and back, he can't stand.
~ Jin fights the hold. Tony hangs up the phone and puts it away, whispering something to Amber. ~
Amber: Sorry guys, but Tony and I have to go.
~ Jin tries to crawl his way to the ropes, fighting the pain. Tony and Amber stand up. They walk to the back. ~
Sam: Well then...I'll just sit here.
~ Sam goes to sit down in Tony's recliner but Hood quickly jumps into the seat. ~
Sam: Dammit!
Hood: Don't worry Sam, standing's good for you!
~ Hood kicks his feet up. ~
~Jin crawls up, meeting Jason in the center of the ring ... the fans get silent as Stone punches Jin in the face, but suddenly, SHOWSTOPPER SUPERKICK!~
Sam: WHOA! YES YES YES!
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~Jin is up and climbing the ropes, Jason still doesn't move, as the referee continues counting.~
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~Jason starts to move, prompting Jin to LEAP off...~
Sam: REVOLUTION 9!!!! REVOLUTION 9!!!!!! MY GOD THAT'S HIS FINISHER!
~Jin connects and pulls himself off of Jason, who's lip is now bleeding out the side. Jin crawls to the corner and stands, leaning against it...~
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~Jason's arm moves upwards.~
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~His eyes open, but roll back into his head, his hand smearing the blood on his face...~
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10!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sam: YES! OH MY GOD OH MY GOD IT'S OVER IT'S OVER! NEW WORLD CHAMP, NEW WORLD CHAMP, I CAN'T BELIEVE IT NEW WORLD CHAMPION!!!!
~The referee calls for the bell, and the fans blow the stadium to pieces with the cheers!~
Smith: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND BRAND - NEW - O-C-W WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION ... JIIIIIIINNN ROYALLLLLLEEEEEE!!!!
Sam: MY GOD WHAT A MATCH ... I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS!
Hood: I should quit OCW! This sucks big goat co-
~Sam reaches over and PUNCHES Hood right in the face, sending Hood flying backwards, tipping the chair over, and him hitting the concrete!~
Sam: GOD THAT FELT GOOD!
~Inside he ring, Jin Royale celebrates, shocked, almost crying, holding the precious OCW World Heavyweight Championship belt in his hands! His friend Shannon charges down the ring and leaps onto Jin, hugging him and congratulating him. In the corner, Jason Stone slowly raises his head. Jin looks over, and walks over ... he reaches down, and pulls Jason to his feet. A staredown ... Jin backs away, Jason backs away. Jason points to Jin ... and leaves the arena, carrying the OCW Light Heavyweight Championship.~
Sam: A night of happy dreams! Ladies and gentlemen, it has been a super night ...
~The camera cuts backstage, where Andy and Josh meet up. Both are on cell phones, and look at each other dead in the eyes. Andy wipes sweat from his forehead, still torn from his match earlier. Both men hang up simultaneously...~
Josh Allen: I ... I am so pissed! I'll kill him!
Andy Murray: ... Kylo signed with CWF? It hit the papers so quick?! Shit, f*cking shit...
~Inside the ring, Jin and Shannon celebrate his victory, as the screen fades to black.~