OCW Presents: Reformation
LIVE! Sunday, June 26th 2022
FROM The Amish Community
IN Intercourse, Pennsylvania!

~We open up to a shot of a dark room. There’s a stool in the middle. Foot steps click against the floor as a figure steps into view. It’s Marcus Welsh – OCW’s minority owner. He takes a seat on the stool and looks us in the eye~

Marcus Welsh: Hello fans. Hello friends.

~He sighs~

Marcus Welsh: The last few months have been...regrettable. Decisions were made and mistakes emerged.

~Marcus gives us a sympathetic look~

Marcus Welsh: Lives were lost. I’d recite the names but, that’d honestly feel trivial. So, instead, let’s just refer to the lives lost as heroes who perished doing heroic things.

~A slight sniffle from Welsh~

Marcus Welsh: And, as if that weren’t tragic enough. We were partially, indirectly responsible for destroying an entire island and the civilization that lived on that island. An entire race of people wiped off the face of this Earth. Not intentionally, mind you. But as a byproduct of mistakes which resulted in esoteric genocide.

~Marcus acts as though he’s getting a bit choked up. But, he holds it together~

Marcus Welsh: As the man who oversaw all of this. I’d like to state to everyone watching at home, the fans all around the world. Everybody who felt traumatized, victimized, and vandalized by our actions...I’d like to let you all know that we, as a collective unit, right here in OCW...we are sorry.

~The word “SORRY” scrolls across the middle of the screen~

Marcus Welsh: But, words are just that. They can only take a message so far. And here at OCW, we like to walk the walk. So, we took it upon ourselves to help out a civilization. To help them grow. To help them flourish. To give back. We dipped into the Amish Community to give them the opportunity to expand.

~Welsh stands from the stool~

Marcus Welsh: This is our way of atoning for our mistakes. This is our way of letting you, the viewer, know that we truly care. So, come with me as I show you some of the great work we’ve been doing over the past month.

~Welsh walks off screen and waves for us to follow. A smooth transition takes place as Welsh opens a door exiting the black room where he steps out into a field in Intercourse, Pennsylvania. He’s signing the deed of the land purchased over to the Amish who will be living there~

Marcus Welsh: Congratulations, Sheamus. As one of the leaders of this burgeoning community, I have no doubt you guys will be thriving in no time.

~We cut to Sheamus. A barn is being erected behind him~

Sheamus: I was just fine in my other community but this Welsh guy walks up and offers me like fifty grand to move over here so what am I gonna say, ‘no’? Might as well make the move.

~We hear Welsh speaking, sternly to Sheamus~

Sheamus: Oh, right.

~Sheamus turns and stares into the distance~

Sheamus: It ain’t much but it’s honest work.

~We cut to Welsh speaking with a few of the women as they oversee the kitchen being built inside the main house. He cuts up with them a bit before telling them he’s very impressed by their bravery and strength. Another cut to a one-on-one with one of the women...her name is apparently Katherine~

Katherine: Yea, he’s nice. Walked into our community offering money for people to move and start a new one. My husband died from dysentery last fall so I didn’t have much to cling to. So I’m here now. This seems okay. I don’t know what an OCW is but if they want to pay us money to do what we do on a daily basis for free, I’m not going to argue.

~Another cut. Welsh stands, hands on his hips, as the final touches on the barn are made. He reaches out and pats a man on the back. We cut to him. His name reads ‘Malachi’~

Malachi: The money, basically. Yea, that’s why I came over here. But this field is nice and those cows over in that pasture look healthy. And I guess the show will be fun to watch although I’m not much for entertainment if it doesn’t involve chopping some wood.

~We cut once again. This time to Welsh helping lift a beam in place to finish the main residence. When he’s done several Amish men look around awkwardly while patting Welsh on the back and saying things like “Great job” and “Wow.” We then cut to an Amish fellow named Edward~

Edward: I don’t know how I’m going to spend that money he gave me to move over here. My horse could use some new shoes. It’s also been awhile since I treated myself to some licorice from the candy store. Might just do that. Before the event of course...I hear they’re going to be wrestling? What is that, exactly?

~And now a ribbon cutting ceremony where Welsh is helping an Amish female cut the ribbon in half to celebrate the official ‘opening’ of this community. We cut to the woman, her name is Amanda~

Amanda: Yea, I thought I was gonna cut the ribbon by myself but he just jumped right in there. A very eager person. I didn’t say anything because of, ya know, the money. But here we are. Oh? The wrestling event? I don’t know. Sounds like a bunch of gobbledygook to me but I’ll be there...I have to be.

~A final shot of Welsh standing under the road sign leading to the community. The community name is revealed as ‘Welshland’. A few of the Amish folk pat him on the back and hug him...it’s all very awkward and choreographed. We then cut to a group of Amish folk, including all the ones we heard from previously as they say, in unison~

Amish Folk: Thank you Marcus Welsh and OCW for giving us this opportunity to pursue our dreams and expand our community. What you have done for this civilization is truly great and unmeasured in terms of the energy it has injected into the Amish Culture. OCW is great and we are very excited to watch Reformation.

~The scene transitions to Welsh as he re-enters the black room, reclaiming his seat atop the stool~

Marcus Welsh: As you can see, a civilization of individuals eager for change. Eager to expand. Well, we’ve given them that opportunity. Through hard work and commitment, we have developed Welshland, the newest Amish Community filled with hard working, honest souls.

~A smile crosses his face~

Marcus Welsh: And, tonight, as their reward...we will be presenting them with front row seats to OCW’s Pay Per View event, Reformation – free of charge. So, all you fans at home...everyone watching this broadcast, I hope that the efforts throughout the past month have eased the suffering you all endured while watching our atrocious acts over the past few months.

~A solemn nod from Welsh~

Marcus Welsh: We pledge to be better. We pledge to make you proud. You have my word. Now, sit back, relax, and enjoy Reformation.

~Welsh stands and he drops something on the stool before heading off. We slowly zoom in on what he left...it’s a photo of Welshland...we zoom in on it…a still, black and white photo. It slowly starts to colorize before our eyes...the trees and grass begins to move as the photo transitions from memory into real time. We’re LIVE at Reformation!~

~We cut from the amazing intro that I’m totally gonna write here very soon into the LIVE action taking place inside this brand new Amish Community located in the heart of INTERCOURSE PENNSYLVANIA!!! We’re settled firmly in the back half of the sixth month during the calendar year which means these days are long and hot...LONG AND HOT. Intercourse. We get a wide shot of the community OCW has set up. A number of houses, barns, and other farm looking buildings erected and standing tall under the sweltering summer sun. But, the source of our attention is nestled at the end of a winding gravel road. A field that has yet to be permanently developed. For the time being, this field features temporary structures produced for the sole purpose of hosting a pro wrestling event! An OCW ring is set up in the middle of the field. Surrounding it are four metal bleachers, all housing Amish folk. They sit, patiently and politely, very eager to watch the show. Beyond the bleachers and ring are several tents set up to house the wrestlers, acting as the backstage area. There is no set walkway or entrance...the wrestlers can just exit their tent and head to the ring. This whole setup feels very rustic, raw, and far from refined. Giant flood lights have been set up around the ring for when the sun sets. The grass has been cut to a shortened length around the ring...but there are no mats or cushion. If you fall out, it grass and earth. We locate Jones and Hood, seated at an announce table near one of the bleachers. Jones is sweating buckets through his suit while Hood is far more comfortable in his “Strader Things” t-shirt and board shorts~

Jones: Hello everyone and welcome to Reformation!! We’re coming to you LIVE from this brand new Amish Community in Intercourse, Pennsylvania. OCW has rounded up a number of Amish folk from various communities who were eager to start up their own pilgrimage, if you will. And here they are.

Hood: How can these people survive out here dressed the way they are...I mean, shit, look at you! You’re gonna look like Ball Ball by the time this event is over.

Jones: It’s their way of life, Hood. They’ve grown accustomed to it. OCW has had a tumultuous and disastrous past few months, destroying an entire island and civilization. So, we’ve given back. We’ve erected this new community which is sure to give birth to new life and new traditions.

Hood: Yes and we’re going to christen this new community by giving them something I’m sure they’ve never seen before...an OCW Pay Per View!

Jones: The people of this community are very excited, Hood. I’ve spoken with a few of them. They love amateur wrestling, so they are downright giddy to see who bests who in tonight’s show.

Hood: Yea well I think they are going to get more than they bargained for, no doubt.

Jones: Now, you might be asking yourselves where the other three rings are for the Prison Yard Match. Well, that’s going to take place in the giant yard over in the field across the road. The rings are set up, the cages are in place and we’ll cut over there when the time is right.

Hood: I’d suggest we just go ahead and call the action from in there to get out of this fuckin heat but I’m sure there isn’t any AC.

Jones: Nope. The Amish are a proud people, Hood. They live off and with the land.

~An Amish girl near Hood shows a little ankle. Her father abruptly chastizes her and warns her against those ‘whorin’ ways~

Hood: Geezus.

Jones: Strict rules around here.

Hood: This is going to be an interesting evening, no doubt.

Jones: Folks, outside of the Prison Yard Match, we have four championship contests for you. Dangerous Dan dethroned Veronica Strader, the greatest TransAtlantic Champion of all time last month. Tonight, he defends his belt against the hottest wrestler in OCW, CYPH3R.

Hood: Normally I’d say bet the house on CYPH3R but Dan is much, much improved. Wouldn’t surprise me if he retained.

Jones: Tamika Strader, another Strader making a run at being the greatest champion to ever hold the belt she so proudly wears, puts her title and undefeated streak on the line tonight against Crash Rodriguez.

Hood: Crash beat Easton last month to earn this shot. It’s been a 3 year odyssey for Crash to get back to this point, having lost to Ed Houston at Redacted in North Korea in 2019 with the Craze Title on the line. He’s gonna give it his all.

Jones: That he will. And, the Savage Title is on the line in a Savage Rules Match. Dylan Thomas scored the biggest win of his career last month when he defeated Alice Knight for the vacant belt. On that same night, Amick Dogeron and Jace Parker Davidson both pinned Ehud in the wild and wacky Dadbod DIY Invitational to earn this shot. This match has all the makings of being a classic.

Hood: Dylan keeps ascending. I have no idea who Amick is but something tells me he’s way, way more accomplished as a wrestler than we know. And, well, JPD is quite simply one of the greatest wrestlers alive. Yea, this match is going to make the entire city of Intercourse hard and wet.

Jones: And then we’ve got our Main Event for the OCW Title. Plethora’s dominant run as OCW Champion meets, perhaps, it’s biggest threat yet as the founding member of PTSD, TLS, looks to end a 20 year journey by finally, finally claiming the OCW Title.

Hood: I think the entire world is pulling for TLS in this one. But, Plethora is just too damn good.

Jones: That remains to be seen. Folks, we’ve got four championship matches and the annual Prison Yard Match. It’s going to be wild. It’s going to be wacky and it’s sure to get violent. So, let’s not waste any more time...let’s get Reformation underway!

~ The TV’s light up around ringside for the Amish folk as CRAZE CHAMPION TAMIKA STRADER is walking through the tented area of the field they are located in, inside this rural community of Intercourse. Tamika looks over at the mini portable cell tower she had brought in case of emergencies and to FaceTime her sister who she is talking to right now.~

Tamika Strader: It really is kinda ingenious when Marcus sets up these random events. I am fairly impressed at his intelligence and his stupidity at the same time.

Meghan Strader: Wish I could be there. Cara is picking up some Mexi-Cactus Mexican food and Veronica is making margaritas.

Tamika Strader: Oh that place off Hale by Trafalgar? That sounds really good, love that place. Hey I am being waved at, I am going on first with Lou’s Client to start the show.

Veronica Strader(background): Burn the fields down, Auntie Teebag! Well not literally!

~Tamika laughs and smiles at what looks to be a young intern and Thaddeus’s bestie, Harrison Osterfield. He’s cute and Tamika lifts her up toward him.~

Tamika Strader: What’s up, lil’buddy?

Harrison Osterfield: Thaddy wanted you to get these and look them over.

Tamika Strader: Oh really?

Harrison Osterfield: Yes, really.

~ She takes the sealed envelope and looks at it curiously after shooting him a bit of a dirty look before he walks away. Meghan clears her throat grabbing the Craze champ’s attention.~

Meghan Strader: What’s that?

Tamika Strader: Guessing it’s a counter-offer from Thaddeus.

Meghan Strader: Thought he wanted one from you?

~ Tamika shrugs.~

Tamika Strader: I don’t know, I will check it after. Ok, heading to Checkers Position. Wish me luck.

Meghan Strader: Crash is the one who needs luck. Go get’em, Meeks.

~ We fade to ringside.~

~The bell rings. The Amish people in attendance all look around for food. Is this the DINNER BELL? They are so confused. But, Belvedere sets them all straight as he speaks into the mic~

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen...welcome to Reformation!

~The Amish ‘ooohh’ and ‘aaahhh’ as the Reformation Logo flashes on several of the screens set up around ringside to give those in the very back of the bleachers a better look. This highfalutin technology is something to behold~

Belvedere: Our opening contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the Craze Championship!!

~A bunch of nodding from the Amish folk. Craze is a wild word but this event seems a bit untamed so they’re okay with it~

Belvedere: Introducing first...the challenger…

~"No Love" by Death Grips begins to play! The Amish people look around like ‘what in the clear blue sky is this madness?’ Our view pans upward and outward toward a tent that is slung open. Lou Pohl emerges, holding the flap open for Crash, who steps out, ready for competition. Lou leads the way toward the ring area with Crash following. They pass several low level OCW employees, all of whom look at Crash, impressed by his intensity. The duo walk through an opening between two bleachers to reach the ringside area. “MOTHER FUCKER” starts to blare from the speakers...it’s part of the song. The Amish people gasp and cover their ears. Crash hustles up the steps and enters through the ropes~

Belvedere: From Kansas City, Missouri...standing 5’11 and weighing in at 207lbs...he is ‘The Crooked Man’ Crash Rodriguez!!!

Jones: Crash Rodriguez finally receiving another shot at the Craze Title.

Hood: Yea, it only took him three years.

Jones: Crash is another in a long line of wrestlers who has competed in OCW for several years without winning a title. That could all change tonight.

~Some of the Amish people appear so offended they might leave. OCW reps rush over handing out some cash to convince them to stay in the stands. It works. MONEY TALKS, BABY~

Belvedere: And, his opponent…

~The Amish eagerly sit and await the next competitor, highly curious as to who will take on this mean, angry looking guy called Crash. Do You Wanna Touch Me (Oh Yeah) - Joan Jett and the Blackhearts begins to play! The Amish folk seem WAY less offended by this song...it’s a distant cry from the aggression and vulgarity of Crash’s theme. Our camera pans up and out to a different part of the field...we’ll call this the Strader Cul-De-Sac. Several tents housing the Strader clan. One of them opens and out steps Tamika! The Craze Title is around her waist. She marches with championship level intensity toward the bleachers. OCW employees clap and wish her luck...a member of the family that has kept this place afloat since February~

Jones: And here comes the undefeated Craze Champion.

Hood: Look at all those sycophants, kissing her ass hoping to get a raise or some under the table cash.

Jones: I think they just respect the Sraders and what they’ve done for OCW. Not everyone is a big fan of the Dukes, Hood.

Hood: Yea and McDonalds sells more food than any other eatery in this country. People are dumb.

~Tamika’s song yells out “DO YOU WANNA TOUCH ME!” The Amish folk look around a bit nervously. A few of the men eye the females nearby, showing some ankle. It’s clear there’s some sexual tension going on within these people...sexual frustration, more like it. Tamika steps through the bleachers and enters the ringside area. The entire Amish community gasps. She hustles up the steps and enters into the ring~

Belvedere: From Houston, Texas...standing 5’9 and weighing in at 145lbs...she is the undefeated Craze Champion...she is...Tamika Strader!!!

~Tamika removes her Craze Title and holds it up into the air. This garners a small but decent reaction from the Amish people who are really learning as they go. This entire process is so foreign to them. Tamika turns and hands the belt to Belvedere who exits with it. Tamika backs into her corner, staring at Crash who returns her intensity from his corner. Lou stands outside, clapping and urging Crash on. Scruff, center of the ring, calls for the bell. It rings. We hear a few Amish men cry out, “THE MAN ISN’T WRESTLING THE WOMAN, IS HE? DEAR GOD!!!”~

Jones: I don’t think these Amish folk are comfortable with intergender action.

Hood: Yea, they aren’t even comfortable with intergender action between the sheets, man. No way they are gonna be down with some man on woman violence.

Jones: I’m curious if these people make it through the entire event.

Hood: Thankfully, I don’t think Welsh is going to give them much of a choice. We can’t have our entire crowd exiting during the event. That only happens during events hosted by other promotions.

~Amish parents hide the eyes of their young children. A few get up to leave but THE KNIFE MAN and MACHETE PHIL appear wielding their blades, convincing the fans to stay put. They do. It looks as though these people are going to be forced to watch this action. Tamika emerges from her corner, as does Crash. She hops around, showing a tremendous amount of energy, despite the continues beat down provided by the June sky. Crash is far more reserved. He’s replayed his loss to Ed back in 2019 a thousand times. He’s not going to make the same mistakes. Tamika begins to measure Crash up, looking to dive in for a lock up. Crash gets his arms ready, anticipating the same. Tamika dives forward...Crash reaches out...but Tamika ducks and spins around, hooking Crash around the waist. Crash tries to figure a way out but Tamika drops to the mat and pulls Crash over with a roll up. She doesn’t pin him. Instead, she pops back to his feet...Crash hurries to his, getting to one knee...but, when he does, Tamika sits out with a drop kick into Crash’s face, sending the Crooked Man falling back into a corner where the back of his head hits the middle buckle! He slinks to the mat, dazed from the impact. Tamika pops to her feet. The fans look on, intrigued. Shocked this woman is able to hold her own against the much larger male~

Jones: Great start for Tamika! She’s using the advantage she has in quickness to her advantage.

Hood: C’mon, Crash. Don’t nut up, buddy. Just fight. Quick overthinking this.

Jones: Sometimes you can want something so bad, you stumble, losing your chance at claiming it.

Hood: Yep. Just do your thing, man. Beat the fuck out of her!

~Tamika charges in. She reaches the corner, grabs onto the top rope, leaps up and swings downward, bringing both knees into Crash’s head! The Amish people let out a slight cheer. Tamika, visibly, is the underdog to them. And people love a good underdog story. Parents begin to remove their hands from their children’s vision. This might be a great learning experience. Tamika grabs Crash by the legs and she drags him out of the corner, toward the center of the ring. She hops over him, runs into the corner, leaps onto the top rope and jumps off with a moonsault!! The Amish people look up and exhale in awe at her grace and athleticism. Her lithe but strong body soars through the bright, June sky before coming down with a CRASH on top of Rodriguez! A decent ovation from the Amish, as they clap and nod. Tamika crawls on top of Crash for a quick pin~

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2!

KICK OUT!

Jones: Kick out from Crash! He needs to hit the reset button, Hood.

Hood: Yea, this shit is coming at him so fast right now. He’s gotta get in the right land and slow down. Figure his shit out.

Jones: If he doesn’t, he’s going to, pardon the pun, crash and burn.

~As though he heard the announcers, Crash crawls for the ropes. But, Tamika grabs onto his legs. Crash tries to pull his leg away, but her grip is too strong. He fights to his feet, on one leg. He turns around, facing Tamika, she’s still got his leg. He throws an enziguri at her head...but she ducks!! Crash whiffs and drops to both knees, his back to Tamika. She wraps her arms around his waist once again...but this time he grabs her by the head (and hair) and he slings her over with a Snap Mare!! She lands on her ass hard. Crash dives forward, drilling her in the back of the head with a forearm!!! Tamika falls to the side, holding the back of her head in pain. Crash then rolls out of the ring to take a beat. The fans are appalled. They’d boo, if they knew what booing was. Instead, the look on, arms folded, disgusted. Lou locates Crash and talks his client up~

Jones: Crash with a much needed flurry of offense to give him that window of opportunity so he can re-calibrate.

Hood: Man, these fans aren’t happy. You think it’s because Crash is hispanic?

Jones: Of course not! They aren’t used to seeing men and women competing against one another. It’s offensive to them.

Hood: So they can breed, raise, and befriend a cow only to slaughter and eat it but THIS is offensive to them?

Jones: Hey, it’s all about nature, Hood. This isn’t in their nature nor their culture.

Hood: Well, all that shit is about to change.

~Crash turns his back to the ring. Lou is facing the ring, while also facing Crash, patting him on the back. Tamika returns to her feet, holding the back of her head...she sees Crash’s back. She shakes off her pain and looks out to the fans. They respond positively toward her. She hits the ropes, she bounces off and she charges toward Crash...the fans lean forward, eager to see what happens. She dives through the ropes at Crash...but Lou spins Crash around...he catches Tamika!!! Crash then charges at the apron and he SLAMS Tamika’s back into the edge of the apron!!! The Amish folk are sickened! They lean back and murmur...murmur LOUDLY. How much more of this is going to be allowed!! Tamika falls to the hot, unforgiving earth, holding her back in pain~

Jones: High risk moves render much pain when they fail to succeed.

Hood: Way to go, Lou! Greatest manager slash lawyer slash 70s porn aficionado in the business.

Jones: You know more about him than I do.

Hood: You say that like it’s a bad thing.

~Lou yells, ‘Stay on her!’ Lou wants this win almost as bad as Crash. Crash pulls Tamika to her feet and he whips her back into the edge of the apron! Spine first! SMASH! Crash follows it up with a clothesline!! Tamika’s body bends backward at a very painful degree. The impact sends her on the apron. Crash hops onto the apron...he takes his foot and he jams it into Tamika’s throat. Scruff rushes over, administering a five count. The Amish people murmur louder and louder…we see LEO looking around and he lets out a ‘boo’. An Amish person hears and he boos...the woman next to him boo...soon the entire community picks up on booing. The boos pour down on Crash~

Jones: Well, what do you know...we just taught the Amish how to boo.

Hood: Probably won’t be the last thing they learn tonight.

Jones: We should probably be somewhat mindful of their culture. I mean, all this exposure could have a profound impact.

Hood: Bah. It’ll be fine.

~Crash removes his foot just before Scruff can hit the count of five. He’s not going to risk anything near a DQ...who knows when he’d get another shot at this title. 2025? Probably. Crash pulls Tamika off the apron and he hoists her up over his head...he looks to toss her back into the ring...but Tamika breaks free!! She lands on her feet inside the ring, grabbing onto Crash’s head to try and suplex him into the ring. But, Crash drops to one knee on the apron and rips Tamika’s neck across the top rope!!! She staggers back, gasping for air. Crash gets to his feet and he dives through the ropes, taking Tamika down with a spear!!! On his knees, Crash starts to punch away at Tamika’s head. The boos continue to pour...loud and angry...these Amish people have learned the concept of booing and they like it~

Jones: Crash is in total control at the moment, much to the chagrin of the Amish.

Hood: You know some of those Amish men like this.

Jones: Doesn’t sound like it.

Hood: Always working in the field. Coming home to their wife giving them some of that Amish attitude. You know they’d like to smack her.

Jones: Hood! Let us not besmirch the Amish!

~Crash ceases with the punches and he slams the back of Tamika’s head into the mat. He returns to his feet, his dark, tanned skin shining against the unrelenting rays of sunlight. The dude’s coated in sweat. Tamika rolls over, onto her side. The fans continue to boo. One Amish kid is heard yelling out, “CRASH IS MEAN!!!” The Amish folk recoil. The kid’s parents quickly reprimand him. Crash smirks...he hits the ropes, comes off and jumps up into the air, dropping a leg across Tamika’s body. More boos. Crash pops back to his feet...his confidence is growing. Lou reminds him to stay focused...don’t let this opportunity slip away, not like last time. Crash pulls Tamika off the mat and he slings her into a corner...BAM! She hits hard. Crash heads her way and he climbs to the middle rope...he begins to punch. Each punch garners boos. They get louder with each strike. Crash reaches the 10th punch and SMACK, he hits her right between the eyes. BOOOOOO!!!! These fans are starting to give a response that might make a small venue of die hard wrestling fans jealous. Crash hops back to the mat and he motions for Tamika to come his way….she staggers toward Crash...he bends over and he lifts her up and over to the mat with a HIGH back body drop! She hits the mat HARD. More boos~

Jones: Crash in total control. This is beginning to feel like the end of Tamika’s amazing run.

Hood: Crown that Crooked Man! CROWN HIM

Jones: All that said, he’s got to defeat her. She might be beaten, but she’s not yet defeated.

~Lou slaps the mat, “Finish her off! Take it home!” Crash nods. He pulls Tamika up and hooks her head under his arm. He bends her backward. He’s got her set up Total Loss (Cross Rhodes). He spins around...but Tamika slips free!! Crash gets off balance. Tamika rises up in front of him and she boots him in the gut...she yanks his head down and drops him with a DDT!!!! Lou throws his arms into the air. The Amish people gasp with delight. Some of them start to clap. Again, we see LEO looking around before letting out a ‘yay!’ The Amish people take note and they begin to cheer. Crash is down. Tamika drops to both knees, pained and exhausted~

Jones: Tamika fighting back! The spirit of a champion!

Hood: FUCK

Jones: That’s what I mean by defeated. You can beat on a champion all you want...but you haven’t won until you’ve defeated them.

Hood: Blah blah blah.

~Tamika reaches out to grab Crash, but the Crooked Man hears Lou’s voice and he rolls toward his representation, under the bottom rope and to the apron. More booing from the Amish. Tamika shakes her head, running her hand through her increasingly wet hair. She fights through the sun and the setting fatigue and heads Crash’s way. He’s pulling himself to his feet...Tamika reaches the ropes and Crash dives through the ropes, driving a shoulder into Tamika’s midsection. She staggers back. Crash rises and he leaps over the top rope with a sunset flip!!! Tamika holds onto the top rope to keep from being pulled over. She jumps up and drives both feet into Crash’s chest! The fans give a respectable cheer! Crash rolls away, getting to all fours, holding his chest in pain. Tamika backs into a corner...she hops on the middle rope...Crash slowly rises...Tamika leaps off and she takes Crash down with Meteora!!!! Crash’s legs fly into the air upon impact, Tamika hooks them~

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2!

3...NO!

Jones: Meteora! That’s how Ed defeated Crash for the Craze Title back at Redacted.

Hood: Deja fuckin vu.

Jones: Not tonight, thought. Not on this day. Crash has survived.

~Lou exhales, deeply. He slaps the apron, urging his client on. Crash crawls for the nearest corner, using the ropes to get to his feet...he turns around and as he does, Tamika comes flying in with a dropkick, smashing into Crash!!! He’s wrecked in the corner, leaning forward, arms draped over the top rope. Tamika pops back up and she kicks Crash in the midsection over and over and over until he stumbles out of the corner, holding his guts. Tamika snares Crash, hooks both his arms and she drops him with a Double Arm DDT!!! Crash is face down on the mat. Lou grabs at his hair, frustrated. Tamika pops back to her feet...the fans clap and politely cheer...Tamika nods along, clapping her hands, getting these people fired up~

Jones: The Undefeated Craze Champion is in control. Crash is down!

Hood: Dude’s probably gotten a total of three hours of sleep since that little hellion was dropped off at his front door. This isn’t fair!

Jones: Hey, you do the crime, you do the time.

Hood: Where’s Lilith when you need her? She’d probably take the kid. -gasps- what if LILITH is the mom?

Jones: I’d rather not entertain such a ridiculous scenario.

~Crash is trying to get to his feet…he’s on all fours, but struggling. Tamika helps him out, snaring him by the head and pulling him up. She boots him in the gut and then grabs his head for a snap mare...instead, she points to a corner...the Amish fans respond “Yes, that looks like a mighty fine corner!” Tamika runs for that corner, dragging Crash along...she runs up the buckles and starts to flip over for Bitch on the Run!!!! But Crash holds! He holds!! He stays up and has Tamika vertical, upside down...he drops her, he catches her and he then slams her into the mat with a tombstone!!!! BOOM!!! Her head slams into the mat! Her neck compressed! The Amish gasp. Kids cry. Parents do their best to shield the eyes of their children. Tamika falls onto her back, limp. Crash remains on his knees, leaning forward, gasping for air in this thick, humid, June climate~

Jones: Tamika went for the move that put an end to Sadie Ko...but Crash survived!

Hood: Not only survived. That mother fucker thrived! Bitch on the Run? More like Bitch, sit your ass down!

Jones: 3/10

Hood: Fuck off

~Lou slaps the apron, urging Crash to fight through fatigue...keep his eye on the prize. Crash staggers to his feet. He stands over Tamika and pulls her off the mat...the Amish all murmur with discontent. Crash grabs her head and pulls her in, attempting to hit Total Loss! Second time’s a charm, in theory. But Tamika throws a leg up, kicking Crash in the face!! He lets her go, stumbling back, stunned. Tamika holds the back of her neck, she shakes off the pain and hits the ropes...she charges at Crash, who is in a corner...Crash lifts a leg and he blasts her in the face!! Her neck bends back...a jolt shoots through her body...she staggers back, dropping to one knee. Crash runs forward and SMACK! Shining Wizard!!! Tamika collapses to her side. Crash covers her...Scruff slides in with the count~

1!

2!

SHOULDER UP

Jones: Close, but not quite!

Hood: Tamika’s had surgery on her neck, correct?

Jones: Yep. Major surgery. A source of potential weakness that Crash seems intent on exploiting.

Hood: It’s been three years, Jones. THREE YEARS. Fucker’s gonna do what he must.

~Tamika tries sitting up, but Crash grabs her from behind and snares a chinlock. Tamika winces in pain as Crash bends and wrenches her neck. The Amish people yell at Scruff, “Get him off her!” Scruff just blocks them out...keeping his focus on the action and asking Tamika if she wants to give it up. She’s a Strader, so she’d rather die. Crash bends and twists...Lou, on the outside, makes a ‘BREAK IT!’ motion with his hands. Tamika yells out in pain as Crash twists and twists...finally, she receives a jolt of energy...she starts to fight to her feet. The fans clap and begin to hum some spiritual Amish tunes. Tamika gets to her feet...Crash looks around like ‘wtf’. Lou shakes the bottom rope...Tamika manages to drag Crash to the nearest corner where she runs up, flips over and drops him with BITCH ON THE RUN!!! The Amish folk clap!!! Tamika drags her body on top of Crash and she goes for the pin. Scruff slides in with the count~

1!

2!

3...NO!

Jones: Crash survives!

Hood: What took down the ghost woman would not..COULD NOT keep the Crooked Man down.

Jones: Nope...but Tamika has let Crash know...she’s let him know it’s going to take extraordinary measures to keep her down.

Hood: Yea, well she’s undefeated so, ya know, no shit.

~Tamika sits up, disappointed. She reaches for her head and neck...sensitive to the touch. Crash, again, rolls toward Lou’s voice, onto the apron. Tamika drags her body to its feet. She heads for Crash...he gets to his feet. Tamika kicks him in the gut, through the ropes. He’s stymied. She hooks him for a suplex, hoping to pull him back into the ring...she stands on the middle rope for extra leverage...but Crash jerks her neck! Pain shoots through her body...she nearly falls back, but Crash spins her around before grabbing her and draping her across his back while he stands on the apron~

Jones: Oh no...no no no!

Hood: Crash Landing! Off the apron and into the EARTH

Jones: This might end her career!

Hood: Fuckin do it!

~Tamika sees the ground...she kicks her legs and gets free, flipping over and landing on her feet...she yanks Crash’s feet out from under him...he falls, smacking his face on the apron. Tamika grabs him by the head and she jumps up, driving a knee into his face. Crash staggers back against the ring post. The urgency has elevated. She moves toward The Crooked Man but Lou grabs her from behind. Tamika turns around, glaring at Mr. Pohl. Lou backs up, hands in the air~

Jones: Oh come on! We’re in the throes of battle! Get him outta here!

Hood: He’s worried about Crash. Crash is a father now, Jones. Lou doesn’t want that kid to become an orphan for a second time. Once is enough.

Jones: I doubt that went through his mind.

~Lou backs up against the steps...he’s got nowhere to go with an angry Tamika bearing down on him. But BAM! Crash runs behind and he slams a clothesline into the back of Tamika’s head and neck. She falls to the ground, in tremendous pain. He pulls her up and slings her into the ring. Boos from the Amish. Lou claps and urges Crash to finish her. Crash slides into the ring. He pops to his feet and pulls Tamika up, whipping her into the corner. She slams hard, her head whipping back. Crash follows up with a big clothesline...he drags her out of the corner and hooks her for Crash Landing!!! Tamika, again, finds herself across Crash’s back, staring at the mat, seconds away from being dropped on her head~

Jones: This could be it!

Hood: Crash about to end one journey so he can begin another!

~Tamika, again, kicks and shakes...forcing Crash to stumble back...they reach a corner and Tamika breaks free, managing to stand on the middle buckle. She quickly upgrades to the top buckle...Crash turns around and Tamika flies off with METEORA!! AGAIN! Crash is down!!! The Amish clap and cheer! Tamika holds her neck, for a second, before returning to her feet and heading to the corner to her left...she climbs to the top and looks down at Crash~

Jones: Jacques-Hammer!! Here it comes!

Hood: Move, Crash! MOVE!

~Tamika leaps off with her senton rotated fully into a double foot stomp. But Crash moves!! Tamika lands hard, on her legs, her knees nearly giving way and her neck screaming in pain. Lou slaps the mat, yelling. Crash pops back to his feet. He grabs Tamika from behind and brings her in, hooking her head. He spins her around for Total Loss!!!! But Tamika, again slips out...she pulls Crash over into a Small Package!! Scruff slides in with the count~

1!

2!

3!!!!!!

~The bell rings!!! Crash kicks out right after three~

Jones: She got him!

Hood: FUCK

~Lou drops to his knees, he can’t believe it!! Crash rolls over to try and grabs Tamika but he hears the bell and he looks around, pleading his case~

Belvedere: Here is your winner...AND STILL OCW CRAZE CHAMPION...TAMIKA STRADER!!!!!

~ As Tamika’s music plays she is handed her Craze Championship back, and she wipes the sweaty hair from her face as she puts the belt over her shoulder. She requests Belvedere’s microphone which he hands over happily.~

Jones: What a match, Hood. Tamika Strader is one of the most, if not the most, winningest Craze Champions ever! Dating all the way back to the Intercontinental days!

Hood: As happy as I am with Thaddeus now as boss over them, she is Proud and Strong like the former TransAtlantic champion.

Tamika Strader: Lou, your client here gave me one of the best one one one traditional wrestling matches I have ever had. So thank you.

~The Amish people appreciate her humility and clap for her. She turns from looking at Lou to Crash and she smiles instead of the traditional family sneer.~

Tamika Strader: Crash, I am a ma’am of my word and here is my appreciation to the match we just had. Good luck raising a child, it’s the hardest yet most rewarding things in the world.

~ A loud as fuck airhorn blows and the people in rhe stands as wel as the OCW staff look as a W900 Kenworth coloured in her signature green hauling a 53foot Reefer (Refrigerated) trailer rolls up by the tent.~

Tamika Strader: As promised, a year supply of diapers that increase in size as little Bash becomes bigger Bash and a year supply of Baby Formula! And remember Crash, Lou… #TamikaCares!

~Her music fires back up as Crash nods in appreciation as the camera pans along the trailer revealing the words painted on the side:~

#TAMIKACARES

Jones: A nice gesture but I’m sure Crash would prefer the Craze Title

Hood: Oh no doubt. He should have won. I blame the kid. I BLAME THE KID.

Jones: It’s not the kid’s fault.

Hood: Sure it is, fuckin thing just shows up on his dad’s door step with this big match looming. Selfish little prick.

Jones: Yea, because the kid’s able to process all that. He can’t even MOVE, hardly.

Hood: Sounds like some bullshit excuse to me. Kid needs to grow up and fend for himself.

Jones: I’m now convinced you have no idea how babies operate. Anyway...Tamika’s undefeated streak remains intact...her Craze Title reign continues.

Hood: Fuck. Chin up, Crash. You’ll get there, man.

Jones: Closer than ever before.

~We cut to outside one of the dressing room tents to see Cheasy M nervously pacing. He seems to be psyching himself up as we see the name “Amick Dogeron” posted on the side of the tent behind him. He stops pacing, licks his fingers, and “brushes” his eyebrows with them. As he turns, Amick Dogeron, wearing his mask and a brand new set of tights and boots, walks out of the tent, startling Cheasy.~

Amick: Can I help you?

Cheasy M: I… err… uh, yes.. I, I wanted to… what I mean is… wait! (looking around) Is Sarah here?

~Normally Amick would be amused at Cheasy M bumbling over his words, but the change in his demeanor this evening is noticeable. Amick’s stance is upright, no nonsense. He’s here for one mission this evening.~

Amick: No, she’s back in New York. I didn’t want her to have to see in person what is about to happen in that ring.

~Cheasy tries to regroup, shifting the conversation to the match.~

Cheasy M: Oh, I see. So… speaking of tonight. The Savage Championship. Pretty big deal, eh? You’re probably just really happy to have the opportunity and may the best man win, right?

~Amick turns to look directly at Cheasy M. Any semblance of decency and manners has completely escaped his body. His breathing begins to increase slightly.~

Amick: This isn’t just any match. I have waited years, literal years thinking about what it would be like to wrestle again… dreaming of an opportunity to possibly be a champion once more. I honestly thought it would never happen. I thought these days were behind me, and I was ok with that. But when OCW came to Djibouti, it was a sign to me… that wrestling would come halfway around the world just to find me in the African plains meant that there must be some unfinished business to attend to.

~Amick pauses, Cheasy M leans in with the microphone.~

Amick: Jace Parker Davidson seems to think everything about me is fake. He has claimed I orchestrated the events in Brooklyn last week. He even had the audacity to insinuate I hired an actress to play my daughter.

~Amick turns now to face the camera directly.~

Amick: You want to take a shot at me, go for it. I signed up to wrestle for this company and I’m fair game. But if you for one second think I am going to sit back and allow you to drag my daughter’s name through the mud you’ve got another thing coming.

~Amick’s voice grows louder and his demeanor more intense. Cheasy M’s hand begins to shake with the microphone.~

Amick: Jace, Dylan… Tonight, live in front of these good people in Intercourse, PA, I am going to hand both of you the beating of a lifetime. You will be battered, you will be bruised, and you will be bloodied. The things I will do to you will take years off of your lives. There will be devastation, there will be carnage, and I will stop at nothing until I have the Savage Championship around my waist.

~Amick takes one last pause, cranking his neck back and forth before once again staring deeply into the camera.~

Amick: But the end of the match won’t be the end. Jace, you have made things personal. The old Amick would pity you, a guy who gets his rocks off hiding behind a Twitter handle because of his inadequacies. A man who can’t stop talking about his good looks because he’s afraid if he doesn’t then no one else will. You’re a dime a dozen Internet prick and a miserable excuse for a human being. I may be about to end Dylan’s title reign, but Jace… I’m going to end your career. That you can count on, that… is a promise!

~During a lull in the early action of Reformation, a black 1973 t-top Monte Carlo rolls through the grass near the entrance way and comes to a stop.

HOOD: It appears Jones, that we’re being graced by the company of our majority owner!

JONES: Stop the presses!

~Hood either ignores or is entirely oblivious to Jones’ sarcasm. In any event, Thaddeus Duke steps out from behind the wheel as Sahara steps out of the passenger side. The boy wonder, Frankie climbs out of the roof opening and slides down the windshield because he’s 11 and 11 year olds do weird things.

~Walking up the aisle, Thad is handed a mic but Frankie quickly rips it from his hand.

FRANKIE: Yo what’s up Inter…

~He stops himself and looks at his dad.

FRANKIE: Wait, can I say that word?

~Thad laughs and nods as they reach ringside. Thad lifts Frankie to the apron.

FRANKIE: What’s up Intercourse!?

~The crowd cheers as the Duke trio enters the ring.

FRANKIE: It’s been a minute OCW but check it right quick… my pops is gonna fuuu…

~Thad rips the mic from young Frankie’s hand.

THAD: Okayyy you’ve had enough and stop talking like that.

JONES: I kinda liked him!

HOOD: Everybody likes Frankie, Jones.

THAD: So earlier this week I hinted at having a major announcement and I’ve come here to Intercourse for that very reason.

~Thad paces the ring for a moment

HOOD: What is it!?

JONES: Like him, love him, or hate him, he’s been making incremental changes to OCW over the first few weeks of his administration. Comprehensive health care, company paid travel expenses… except for Amick apparently… He banned Easton Alexander’s finisher after he put Alexandra Calaway on the shelf with it.

HOOD: And he fired a bunch of enhancement talents that Mike Zybala ended up taking to OUTSIDER’s.

JONES: What’s his big announcement tonight!?

THAD: I’ve come to Reformation tonight to announce that I’ve signed a new member to the OCW roster. This man is a close personal friend of mine. He’s been out making a name for himself in other companies and even before all of you knew that I owned controlling interest in OCW he and I had been in discussion about him coming.

And I’m happy to say that he is signed and the ink is dry, so without further adieu, ladies and gentlemen… THE NEWEST MEMBER OF OCW!

~Thad points out toward the entrance way as the Tron lights up.

HOOD: WHAT!?

JONES: YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!

HOOD: CHRONIC CHRIS PAGE!

~The crowd is a buzz as Chris Page saunters out to the top of the ramp. He looks out across the crowd before starting to make the walk toward the ring. The shock and dismay is on a completely different level as the man reaches ringside. Chris climbs up on the apon where he steps through the ropes and shakes hands with Thaddeus who hands him over the microphone. For the first time in over eight months Chris Page stands in an OCW ring poised to address the crowd.

CHRIS PAGE: I know most of you are shocked with this recent turn of events. The last place I ever thought I’d be standing on a Sunday Night is in the middle of an OCW ring when you take into consideration how things played out the last time I was here.

~Chris takes a moment as he gathers his thoughts before he continues on.

CHRIS PAGE: Alas I am here tonight to officially announce the arrival of the newest acquisition to the OCW roster; shockingly, it’s not me! It happens to be a guy that I have seen nothing but the potential to be the next big breakout star within all of Professional Wrestling. He’s racked up championships within two organizations and it is only a matter of time before we can add an OCW Title to his resume; ladies and gentleman, the true signing to OCW, join me in welcoming CCPE’s own RICKY RODRIGUEZ!!

~Ricky Rodriguez steps out from behind those curtains to a bit of a mixed reaction. Despite that, Ricky's all smiles as he makes his way down and slides into the ring. He looks at most of his favorite people in the world filling that ring. Ricky takes the microphone as Page hands it off to him.

RICKY RODRIGUEZ: I know I kinda joked round a lilbit durin the Margarita Mix, which I'm takin this year, be tee dubs. But ladies, gentlemen, and everyone in between, it's like this..here I am and here we go!

~Some of the negative reactions get drowned out as the cheers increase.

RICKY RODRIGUEZ: Now, I coulda came out here and..Iunno, run a buncha people down. Talk shit bout how Ima be an absolute force and change exactly how y'all see things here. But I ain't. I ain't here to change shit. I ain't here to target anyone in particular. I'm here for success. I'm here on a whole new playin field with all new experiences and ways to prove that I am everythin people like Page and Thaddy say I am.

~Ricky nods for a moment, looking back and forth before looking at Thad. Maintaining that air of seriousness doesn't last long as Ricky laughs out, shaking his head.

RICKY RODRIGUEZ: So uhh..yeah!

HOOD: Can you believe it Jones!? Ricky Ridriguez!

JONES: Nepotism, Hood! That's what's going on here! Ricky Rodriguez is a friend of Thaddeus Duke and that's the only reason he's here in OCW!

HOOD: Don't be ridiculous, Jones! Ricky Rodriguez has been a champion, he's been a regular member of FIGHT New York City and most recently with Level Up Wrestling. Just because he's friends with the majority owner doesn't mean he hasn't earned a look from OCW!

~Thad takes the mic back and paces around the ring a few seconds.

THAD: I think this calls for a celebration!

~Thad reaches inside his sport coat and pulls out 3 blunts, handing one to Page, one to Ricky and keeps one for himself. The three men light their blunts and take a hit, exhaling with satisfaction.

FRANKIE: Hey! Where's mine!?

SAHARA: Not a chance, Francis Robert!

THAD: If yall don't mind…

Hit!

My!

Music!

~The Duke's, Page and Ricky exit the ringside area and back up the aisle way. The lot of them file into the Monte Carlo. Thad fires the engine and backs it out of the arena area before disappearing behind the stage.

Jones: Ricky Rodriguez is in OCW!

Hood: Fuckin finally. Look at Thad, bringing all the talent to the OCW yard. I’ve wanted this dude in here since the Mix last year.

Jones: He was a top 3 competitor in last year’s Mix along with Dolly Waters and Chris Madison. Ricky Rodriguez has finally made his way to OCW.

Hood: Look out, roster. This dude is main event level.

Jones: The Thad era continues to reform the current OCW image. Oh and how about Page appearing on OCW TV?

Hood: Didn’t see that coming. But no hard feelings with Page. One of the hardest working men in the industry.

Jones: That’s the truth. Excitement...returns...debuts...it’s all taking place right here in INTERCOURSE, PENNSYLVANIA! Stick around, fans! The TransAtlantic Title is coming up!

~Dylan Thomas is alone in the A-List Family locker room (Lissandra must be on the loo or something) staring into the mirror with the OCW Savage Title around his waist. He is deep in thought pondering what will come of the match coming up later in the night. A knock at the door brings him back to the ‘real’ world~

Dylan: Yeah?

Allton [from the other side of the door]: It’s almost time, my friend. You ready?

~The door opens and Dylan exits the locker room with a coy smile~

Dylan: I’m ready. Y’know Rob, I never thought I would ever be fighting for the Savage title. This always seemed more like Dave’s territory.

Allton: Can’t deny that. Well I’m sure he’s watching on TV somewhere in the world.

Dylan: Ah well.

~Lissandra exits the locker room door and shuts it~

Dylan: Time to kick some ass.

~The Thomas’s walk down the hall hand in hand as Lord Allton looks on after them with a smile. The Family then walks up behind him and Vincenzo opens the door to let Allton in. The screen fades out~

Belvedere: The following contest is a standard match scheduled for one fall…

Amish Fans: What?

~Belvedere shrugs.~

Belvedere: and is for the OCW TransAtlantic Championship… introducing first.

~”Fortune Days” by the Glitch Mob begins to play over the speakers and TV’s Marcus Welsh has set up all over the area as the sounds of chopper blades can be heard in the distance.~

Belvedere: Weighing in at two-hundred-twenty-five pounds hailing from Adelaide, Australia…

~The Amish folk of Intercourse look up to the sky in awe as a single-seater helicopter comes in from the horizon as we can see CYPH3R piloting his aircraft (like he mentioned he has at Technical Difficulties or were you not paying attention match scroller?!)

Belvedere: He is the current number one contender…

~CYPH3R lands his chopper not far from the ring in the field, crushing some crops which makes the Amish people boo at this man who only sees daylight a quarter of the year, if ever, and he makes his way down the crudely constructed aisle to the ring.~

Belvedere: he is the Superior Design… CYPH3R!

~He gets into the ring, annoyed he has no way to connect to the internet, and it shows all over his face.~

Hood: CYPH3R is ready to win that TransAtlantic Championship!

Jones: He definitely has a good chance no question but Dangerous Dan is ready for this fight.

~The TV screens go black, shooting red streaks across the screens which kinda freaks out the Amish folk of Intercourse.~

Belvedere: And his opponent...

"I wake up to the sounds of the silence that allows
For my mind to run around with my ear up to the ground
I'm searching to behold the stories that are told
When my back is to the world that was smiling when I turned

Tell you you're the greatest
But once you turn, they hate us"

~Dan with the OCW TransAtlantic Championship around his waist, accompanied by Chris, slowly walks out to the makeshift aisle way with his brother Crazy Chris at his side as the Amish people freak out over Dan’s facepaint. Dan is a little taken back at the Amish People.~

Amish: LUCIFER! SHIELD YOUR EYES! ITS LUCIFER!

Belvedere: Weighing in at two-hundred-twenty-five pounds hailing from Smithville, Tennessee...

"Oh, the misery
Everybody wants to be my enemy
Spare the sympathy"

~Dan slowly begins making his way down towards the ring with Chris following behind as the Amish folk shield their children’s eyes away from him.~

"Everybody wants to be my enemy
(Look out for yourself)
My enemy (look, look, look, look)
(Look out for yourself)
But I'm ready"

Dan acknowledges several fans at ringside, smiling and trying to embrace the crowd, but they don’t want anything to do with the “devil-man”.

"Your words up on the wall as you're praying for my fall
And the laughter in the halls and the names that I've been called
I stack it in my mind and I'm waiting for the time
When I show you what it's like to be words spit in a mic
Tell you you're the greatest
But once you turn, they hate us (huh)"

Belvedere: Accompanied by his brother, Crazy Chris he is the OCW TRANSATLANTIC CHAMPION...

~Dan now climbs the steps and heads up to the turnbuckle. He raises his arms in a Randy Orton-esque manner which as the Amish folks trying to escape ringside by Welsh’s security keeps them in place, after all, every show needs a crowd otherwise people start teleporting or changing gimmicks in an Icebox.~

"Oh, the misery
Everybody wants to be my enemy
Spare the sympathy
Everybody wants to be
My enemy (look, look, look, look)
(Look out for yourself)

Belvedere: ... DANGEROUS DAN!!!!!!

~He turns to look at CYPH3R and lip syncs "My enemy (look, look, look, look) (Look out for yourself) enemy ..." from his theme song lyrics as The Sophisticated Savage rolls his eyes. Dan slowly climbs down the turnbuckle and stands in the middle of the ring, as the lights dim and a spotlight shines on him. He falls to his knees, glares up at the sky and but instead of the cheering fans filling his ears, it’s the trembling Amish people. The spotlight fades out as the chorus of "Enemy" repeats. Dan stands to his feet and takes his corner looking at CYPH3R who rolls his eyes at the champion.~

Jones: Dangerous Dan hands his championship to his brother, Crazy Chris.

Hood: Puff will have his work cut out for him tonight.

~Before the timekeeper can ring the bell, “Just a Girl” by No Doubt hits the speakers, as both Dangerous Dan and CYPH3R look down the aisle as VERONICA STRADER suddenly appears, Strader Sneer on her face in her snakeskin cowgirl boots, pink denim pants, a black and red OWL IS NIGHT fitted (and very tight) t-shirt, with her hair pulled back in the way Victoria Strader used to do.~

Hood: What the hell is she doing here? She’s not booked and I thought we saw her on that FaceTime call with Tamika?

Jones: She isn’t, no, and we did but I guess if Alice Knight can fly from Japan to Key West in two hours she can fly in from- - -

Hood: THE GREAT NATION TO THE NORTH!

Jones: *nodding* Yes, Canada, Hood. She’s watching all three men in the ring and at ringside.

~Veronica struts down the aisle way as Amish wives elbow their husbands in the side of their guts and also cover the eyes of the impressionable young girls and horny toad preteen boys. She stops a few feet from the ring, and looks at both men, as she chuckles at their confused looks. She walks around to the commentator table as the ring crew quickly set up a chair between Hood and Jones. Hood doesn’t look impressed he has to move but shrugs it off. Veronica sits down, putting on her headset.~

Veronica: Jones, Hood. Good to see you both.

Jones: You too, Veronica.

Veronica: You can call me Vee, Jones.

Hood: Why are you out here, Vee?

~ She turns and sneers at Hood.~

Veronica: That’s Miss Strader to you, Hood. Before you roll your eyes, think twice about it. I am out here because it’s the TransAtlantic Championship match, and you can’t have one without me.

Hood: We can since you lost to Dan.

Veronica: Right, and you got beat up by a Janitor.

Jones: Oh snap!

Hood: Shut up Jones.

Jones: ANYWAY! Our match is about to begin and if you're just tuning in, the former TransAtlantic champion, Vee Strader, has joined us on commentary.

~ Veronica looks up at the ring, which has the champion and challenger looking down at her, as well as Crazy Chris t ringside, obviously not trusting her presence. She smirks and yells up at the ring.~

Veronica: Don’t worry about me, boys. Ding-Ding.

~DING DING DING~

DING DING

Jones: We are set for one heck of a match here tonight Hood, Vee.

Hood: Potential sleeper of the night.

Veronica: Glad to see your enthusiasm for this match.

Hood: Nah, I mean, I am going to sleep here. You two can handle this

~Collar and elbow tie up, CYPH3R with a side headlock, DD with a sidewalk slam to counter. DD hooks the leg.~

1!

Kickout!

~CYPH3R kicks out easily enough to prevent DD from retaining the title.~

JONES: DD going for a quick cover there.

Veronica: He had better try to get a surprise victor because CYPH3R is a slippery fucker.

~DD pulls CYPH3R back to his feet, knife edge chop, boot to the midsection, swinging neck breaker and CYPH3R is sent back down to the canvas. DD with a leg drop across the back of his neck before getting back to a vertical base. DD grabs the wrist of CYPH3R, Irish whip into the corner; CYPH3R reverses. CYPH3R follows in quickly with a clothesline that nearly topples DD over the corner and to the outside. DD with a right hand, but CYPH3R ducks under the blow, arm bar down to the canvas, but DD is in the ropes quickly and the hold is broken. CYPH3R releases it immediately in favor of a stomp to the back of DD's skull. Puff quickly begins the mandatory five count and CYPH3R pays no attention to the man counting. However, when he reaches four, CYPH3R stops the stomping bending down to pull DD back up. DD is on his knees in front of CYPH3R, right hand from CYPH3R sends DD's head backwards, CYPH3R with a sadistic smile on his face.~

Jones: CYPH3R with something to prove here, Vee.

Veronica: He proved himself when he beat me, wouldn’t you say?

~CYPH3R hooks DD's head under his arm, grabs the tights and lifts him into the air for a vertical suplex. CYPH3R is holding him there when DD begins to turn in his grasp, falls behind CYPH3R, inverted DDT on the canvas. DD with another quick cover.~

1!

2!!

Thr--NO!

~C~YPH3R able to gain his wits quick enough to kick out there to prevent the TransAtlantic champion from retaining. DD up quickly, wanting to keep on the attack here, he pulls CYPH3R up a bit. Behind him quickly locking in a cobra clutch, paying special attention to the lower back of CYPH3R, DD jumps up, sitting down driving CYPH3R face first into the canvas with a cobra clutch bulldog. However, DD isn't through yet as he is off of CYPH3R bringing down a boot onto the back of CYPH3R's head. Puff is there to prevent DD from going ballistic like CYPH3R did only moments before. As DD is pulling CYPH3R back up to his feet, CYPH3R throws a right hand into DD's midsection halting anymore offense for the meantime. CYPH3R with another quick jab, and a third. DD releases the hold on CYPH3R's head as CYPH3R takes him down with a Lou Thesz press. CYPH3R is throwing right fists into DD's face, but for his part, DD rolls to the right sending CYPH3R on his back. DD with a few closed fists of his own here but CYPH3R quickly rolls him over and the two are in the ropes, but they are still throwing punches like crazy.~

Jones: This has turned into a brawl rather quickly.

Veronica: Neither boys like each other, and I can’t blame them. I don’t really like them either.

Hood: Because they both beat you?

Veronica: Go back to sleep.

~CYPH3R up, but falls back down quickly with a knee to the ribs of DD, who gasps in pain, grunting to emphasize the pain. CYPH3R pulls his opponent up, Irish whip into the ropes, DD returns, elevated spine buster which causes DD's shoulders to absorb much of the impact. CYPH3R hooks the leg and makes the cover.~

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2!!

Kickout!

~DD kicks out with some authority, but one can tell it cost him as he winces. CYPH3R throws him into the corner, shoulder tackle bends the TransAtlantic Champion over at the waist. CYPH3R lifts him up to the top turnbuckle and it looks like CYPH3R is going for a top rope suplex. CYPH3R lifts DD up in an electric chair position, DD being on his shoulders, then takes hold of DD and pulls him over his shoulder and down to the mat while falling to a sit out position so that DD lands on his upper back and neck between CYPH3R's legs; Puff is there to count another pin.~

1!

2!!

Kickout!

~DD rolls up his shoulders to keep his title for a little bit longer, if only for a moment, he keeps his iron clad grip on it.~

Jones: Close falls here in this match.

Veronica: Oh yeah, let me tell you I am so excited right now, I can barely contain myself.

~CYPH3R can't believe it, his open mouth shows the shock that he is undoubtedly feeling at the moment. He gets up, pulling DD along with him as the Amish seemingly enjoying this match. CYPH3R with a forearm shot to the back of DD's neck, DD with a right jab to CYPH3R's ribs. The hold on his head is loosened, a second jab this one to the midsection and the hold is dropped. A short arm clothesline nearly topples CYPH3R over, but DD catches him quickly, boot to the midsection, front face lock, DD falls to a knee driving CYPH3R's face onto the upturned knee with a front face lock DDT. He throws CYPH3R to the side before climbing up top; looking down he sizes up CYPH3R and jumps landing a leg drop across CYPH3R's face. Leg hook and a pin.~

1!

2!!

Kickout!!!

~CYPH3R rolls a shoulder up and the match continues. DD kneels down on one knee and simultaneously grabs hold of one of CYPH3R's thighs with one arm and one of CYPH3R's arms with his other arm. He then pulls CYPH3R on his shoulders and then rises up slightly, using the motion to push CYPH3R off his shoulders, flipping him to the mat onto his back. Another cover, but CYPH3R is too near the ropes and drapes a foot on the rope before a one count can be made.~

Veronica: CYPH3R showing there that his attitude doesn't need to be adjusted.

Jones: Lucky for CYPH3R he was near the ropes.

~DD moves in low to the ground and CYPH3R gets back up before they finally collide center ring. The lock up sports some sort of test of strength as they both try their hardest to push forward and gain the advantage. The smaller of the two, CYPH3R is more easily pressured into the turnbuckle where they are quickly broken apart. DD breaks clean and moves back as CYPH3R works out his legs before moving back to the center of the ring. The feel out process should prove testing as DD calls a more traditional test of strength. Oddly, CYPH3R complies and interlocks fingers before DD swiftly rolls back, kicking away one hand and rolling backwards to his feet in an arm wrench that is quick fully and masterfully turned into a hammerlock. CYPH3R performs a sideways cartwheel, moving out of the hold and chains with a whip into the ropes. Dan goes barreling into the ropes before returning for a snap arm drag that roughs him on the landing. Moving through the impact DD rolls to his feet, turning around in time to connect with solid Arm drag of his own. CYPH3R makes his own vertical spurt and both men lock up for the third time only for DD to quickly move for a reach around, gripping solidly in a reverse waist lock. CYPH3R fights the grasp but it only leads to a Dan pulling up and attempting a half nelson. Scouting this stance, CYPH3R counters rolling back in a standing switch and pulls up in a Full-nelson! Dan doesn’t let things go through as he slips through and drops down and packages CYPH3R in a victory roll like pin. ~

1!

2!!

Kickout!

~CYPH3R rolls through into his own pin!~

1!

2!!

Kickout!!!

Veronica: Nice pinning reversals from both of them

Jones: Indeed, very even match, as both men are also similar in size!

~DD and CYPH3R move to their feet and dust themselves off as they look around to evaluate the situation. Most Amish fans are too distracted by the tight t-shirt of Veronica Strader, but some are getting into the action in the ring. Both men deliver as they lock up again. CYPH3R gaining the first advantage, knees DD in the stomach and breaks away into a twirl, arm wrenching the right arm. Hooking the twisted arm back into a key lock he stomps a leg behind DD’s and starts to push him back. Dan tries to fight back, but the leverage and arm lock leaves him crippled as he starts to find himself in an arching bridge. Just before DD hits the mat by the tip of his head he finds the strength to push back and starts rising back up. Finding that he is losing the battle CYPH3R steps forward and brings his foot back to sweep DD fully onto this back. DD doesn’t miss a step as he rolls backwards and spurts to his feet, twirling and rolling till he finds himself in a mirror situation with CYPH3R in an arm wrench. CYPH3R barely knows how things got to this position but opts to show up this veteran wrestler. And with a little of acrobatics he does just that, cart wheeling, CYPH3R un-twirls his arm and ends up back onto his opponent, but that’s exactly how he wants it as he reaches back and drops to his knees, planting Dan with a snap mare. Finishing up the counter CYPH3R clenches into a sleeper hold, taking it to the older man.~

Veronica: CYPH3R proves why he deserves the shot at the champion. He proves he’s got the skills that kills, showing even DD a thing or two about wrestling the mat.

Jones: Which is saying something, Dan being the wiley veteran he is!

Hood: Who are you even rooting for?

Jones: Well no one actually, I like to be unbiased, however, it’s generally the opposite person that you are.

Veronica: Go back to sleep, Hood.

~DD grips at his neck and starts to fight out of the air tight sleeper hold. Robs positioning is half vertical as he leans all his weight down on Hunters back, complimenting the sleeper in choking out his opponent. DD has fought through plenty of sleepers, so it’s only natural that CYPH3R tries to put as much pressure as he can muster into the submission. DD shifts himself around to his knees, to fight off the move more appropriately, raising to his feet, forcing the hold to a vertical. Unable to apply the body pressure on the hold anymore CYPH3R tries to twirl and twist the hold and keep one step ahead of his opponent. The plan, as solid as it is, doesn’t help as DD spurts to the turn buckle and launches himself up and back into a bridge.~

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2!!

Kikout!!

~DD escapes the hold with the pin, finding himself in a favorable position, CYPH3R grounded and dazed. Bursting himself back to his feet CYPH3R finds himself at the wrong end of a dropkick knocking him into the turnbuckle. CYPH3R finds himself on the stinging end of a knife edge chop thereafter~

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3!!!

4!!!!

5!!!!!

6!!!!!!

7!!!!!!!

8!!!!!!!!

9!!!!!!!!!

10!!!!!!!!!!

~CYPH3R staggers out of the corner holding his chest in cringed pain. Dan smirks and backs up giving the Pantheon member some room. CYPH3R shakes himself off and takes the sting like a man as he starts to circle the ring.~

Jones: So, I guess advantage this round fall to Dangerous Dan, what do you think Vee?

Veronica: Well, I never claimed to be against either man, and I’m just enjoying the show. Dan finds it in himself to escape one of the most brutal sleepers I’ve seen in a while only to come back and turn CYPH3R’s chest into raw meat!

~CYPH3R and DD move in on each other trying to find a method of attack that’ll give them an advantage. DD and CYPH3R start to circle each other getting prepared to go at it again. Both men move in and lock up, CYPH3R quickly grabbing a side headlock and grabbing the advantage in turn. DD struggles a bit but it’s an empty try as CYPH3R performs a side headlock takedown. CYPH3R pressures the move but falls to the rookie lick mistake as DD wraps him around the head in a head scissors. CYPH3R struggles for a second but nips right out of the hold bringing himself back to his feet. Dan is there to meet his opponent and when he rushes in to capitalize on his counter, DD drops him with a drop toe hold. CYPH3R doesn’t have but breathing room as DD is down on him again taking control of the arm. The Hack Master 3000 tries to rise up, but DD makes a task of it as he jerks the arm and lays in kicks to the shoulder. At his feet, and irritated with the shots, CYPH3R opts to counter, rolling forward, flipping forward with a handstand and twirling, the number one contender drops DD with an arm wringer. DD nips back to his feet, but CYPH3R is there to stop him in his tracks, pulling his hair and smashing him to the mat.~

Jones: Now that wasn’t very professional at all, did Puff even see that?

Veronica Strader: I don’t think Puff can see his own dick.

Hood: Classic OCW, Baby!

~CYPH3R continues to take advantage as he pulls DD into an arm bar, pressing his knee tight against DD’s face. Dan hurting from the arm bar pries out his head and starts to move to his feet. CYPH3R tries to maintain his advantage, wrenching the arm, but DD spurts towards the rope-, no another hair pull. Dan drops to his back, growing agitated at CYPH3R’s style. Having his arm still locked DD nips up to his feet trying to show up his opponent with raw skill. CYPH3R scoffs as he sweeps TransAtlantic Champion back. Dan merely nips right back up and looks at CYPH3R in a mocking manner. Feeling insulted CYPH3R sweeps him back once again, only for another nip up, followed quickly by a scoop and a slam! The arm still locked causes Dan to be arm wringed overhead. It doesn’t prove to be much of an issue as Dan keeps up on his counter, kicking the back of his opponents arm. CYPH3R is dazed for a moment before he makes his own counter, grinning in a malevolent way he nips right back to his feet. DD chuckles a little before sweeping the personal hacker of Thaddeus Duke back and to the canvas. CYPH3R returns the favor of earlier and nips right back up. Dan only grins as he knees CYPH3R, making him double over before stepping over the captured arm and rolling forward into a cross arm breaker!~

Jones: Both men are going back and forth in a glorified one-ups -manship of a contest.

Veronica: Indeed, and it proves entertaining as The Hack Master 3000 needs to escape this here arm bar submission. And trust me, this move is a deadly one.

~CYPH3R feels his arm grow dangerously in pain as he tries to find an escape, luckily though, for the former champ, the ropes are fairly close and CYPH3R is able to secure them in hand. The rope break is called quickly and DD is forced off the hold by Puff. Scoffing at the forceful nature of the ref, DD breaks away and backs up giving CYPH3R room to his feet. A little disgusted in that last exchange CYPH3R spurts quickly out of the ropes almost catching DD off guard, but he manages a quick, sloppy, arm drag that plants CYPH3R right back to the mat. CYPH3R grits his teeth as DD stresses another arm bar in on his opponent. The ropes aren’t there to save him as Dan stresses the arm and elbow. The Hack Master 3000 is reluctant to tap, or anything of that matter as he fights the move. DD growing slightly irritated changes up the move and drops a knee down on the elbow, following with another. CYPH3R cringes and holds his arm in pain rolling away from his opponent. He doesn’t get away fast enough as DD grabs him by the mask and pulls him up to his feet. Quickly chaining, DD whips CYPH3R into the ropes and waits for his return, where he drops down and allows the man to leap over him. CYPH3R hits the next set of ropes as DD changes his position around for a monkey flip, but CYPH3R catches himself on the ropes! DD looks back and notices the stop, nipping himself up athletically and turning on a heel ready to defend himself! CYPH3R doesn’t look pleased as he is being shown up on the mat, learning the same fact that many before him have known, not to fight his game. That shouldn’t be a problem though, and CYPH3R has another plan.~

Jones: CYPH3R looks to have a sinister look on his face as he starts circling the ring ready for another lock up.

~CYPH3R smirks as he moves in locking up with his opponent in Dan. Keeping with the trend DD grabs the arm of the TransAtlantic contender and twirls in an arm wrench taking advantage of his opponent and beaming confidence. Maintaining his own confidence CYPH3R rolls forward and twirls arm wringing the TransAtlantic Champion. Holding firmly to the wrist, CYPH3R twists and plants his boot firmly down upon Dan’s face. The move would clearly call for some attention by the ref but it gets completely ignored ad CYPH3R tugs the arm and twists. Taking his boot off his opponents face CYPH3R boots DD in the upper arm working over the limb. Without the foot on his face Dan starts to move his way to his feet. CYPH3R doesn’t want DD to gain an advantage and plants in a few fists before whipping DD sturdy into the ropes. SPRING BOARD SH-!!!!~!!! CYPH3R drops and waits for impact, but nothing follows Thinking he had countered the move he looks up and see’s DD smirking back having faked him out. With a bounce DD boosts himself to the third rope and goes for a NIGHTMARE ON ENDD!!!! No, CYPH3R avoids it, but DD lands solid on his feet with a stagger!! CYPH3R Bounces off the ropes and looks to return with a lariat when DD counters with a tilt a whir- HURRACANRANN-NO!!! DD Stops himself from being flipped over and holds CYPH3R in a dangle! The hurracanranna attempt fails as DD lifts up and drops CYPH3R on his knee with a powerbomb back breaker!~

Jones: Dan Maintains an advantage as he DROPS CYPH3R with a brutal back breaker.

Veronica: Doesn’t look like he’s finished.

~DD has combed the powerbomb and grabs CYPH3R by the Feet, crossing them and turning over in a Texas Clover Leaf!!! CYPH3R looks up and seems desperate as he tries to crawl to the ropes, trying to grasp the bottom rope! It doesn’t work as DD arches the back as much as he can, not so much looking for a tap as he is to hurting his opponents back.~

Veronica: Well gentlemen, it’s been a pleasure.

Hood: Wait, where she’s going?

~Veronica stands up and sneaks behind Crazy Chris and levels with him WELCOME TO RIVERVALE (superkick to the back of the head) which gets a loud gasp from the crowd but it makes sense as for what she does next.~

Hood: She just laid out Crazy Chris! That’s pretty awesome! STRONG AND PROUD!

Jones: This is terrible, this was a fair match.~

~ CYPH3R is fighting not to tap out as he is inches from the ropes. Puff bends down to check on The Hack Master 3000 who is stretching for the ropes but is just a little bit away. Veronica moves slyly around to the side CYPH3R is reaching pushes the rope and moves it closer to the contender, and CYPH3R grasps it! Veronica drops down so Puff can’t see what happened. Puff quickly demands DD break the hold, to which brings a harsh argument upon the Champion and Puff as DD believes he has CYPH3R close enough to the center to prevent such a rope break.~

Veronica: Hey Dan, you’ll never be the TransAtlantic Champion I was!

~Puff turns around to point Veronica away from the ring as Dangerous Dan is nodding in agreement and---LOW BLOW!!! Puff turns around to see Dan fall to his knees but CYPH3R is quick to hit the CUTSCENE(Shining Wizard) on Dangerous Dan! He hooks the leg of the champion!~

Jones: NO! Not like this!

Hood: YES!!

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

~ DING DING DING ~

Belvedere: And your winner via pinfall... AND NEW OCW TRANSATLANTIC CHAMPION THE SUPERIOR DESIGN CYPH3R!!!!!

~The Amish people know what they saw was criminal but they aren’t wrestling fans and don’t seem to care all that much because they are Amish and not wrestling fans. Veronica walks over to Crazy Chris, taking the TransAtlantic Championship in her hands. She stares at the palm trees on the front plate, before sliding into the ring. CYPH3R stares at her giving her a Among Us Sus look. She looks at the belt one more time before she looks back at him.~

Jones: What is she going to do?

Hood: Whatever it is, it will be Strong and Proud.

~She hands the championship belt to CYPH3R and the cameras microphone pick up her words to him.~

Veronica: Just remember, treat her good, and she’ll make your career.

~ She nods at him, and slides out of the ring as he celebrates.~

Jones: Well, that was unexpected.

Hood: The Strong and Proud recognize other Strong and Proud, Jones. Even Smith knew that much.

Jones: Whatever, well folks, we have a new TransAtlantic Championship, and one has to wonder can CYPH3R bring the same kind of stability and meaning to the title that Veronica Strader did? Time will tell.

~The shot shifts from the ring off to where the tents are located. We get a wide shot of the various tents until we zoom in on one in particular. We see Madison Carter sticking her head out of the tent as she watches what is happening inside of the ring. Once satisfied she pulls her head back into the inside of the tent where Jace Parker Davidson can be seen sitting on a wooden chair. He is doubled over lacing up his boots in preparation for his upcoming OCW Savage Championship match.~

Madison: That was interesting, Cypher is the new OCW TransAtlantic Champion.

JPD: Well, I guess Dan wasn’t as Dangerous as he thought he was. Short ass title reign that hardly anyone will remember.

~Jace shakes his head a little bit as he continues working on his laces.~

Madison: Your match is next on the card. I know you’re hoping that Dylan Thomas’ reign as OCW Savage Champion is just as short and unremarkable.

JPD: Hope? No, hope is for people like Amick Dogeron who run around pretending to be a man of the people. Men who flaunt around their daughter like it’s a personality trait. I deal in facts and the fact of the matter is that Dylan Thomas might as well kiss that Championship belt goodbye before the bell rings to start to match. It’ll be the last moment it’ll be in his possession.

Madison: If this was a one-on-one match I would absolutely agree. However, it’s a Triple Threat match and Amick Dogeron seems like a slippery little maggot. He seems like the kind of guy that would be alright with losing the match as long as you didn’t walk out with the Championship belt.

~Jace raises his head for a moment and gives Madison a look before lowering his head to work on the laces of the other boot.~

JPD: This match absolutely should be a one-on-one match but clearly someone higher up the food chain in the OCW offices has taken a shine to Amick. They want to strap the rocket to his back and shoot him right to the top of the company but tonight that ascent stops dead in its tracks. Too many talented wrestlers coming into the OCW for people like Amick to be holding top contenders' spots.

Madison: You mean like Ball Ball?

~Madison stifles a laugh as Jace shoots her a look that could kill.~

JPD: I did say talented. I would rather deal with CJ O’Donnell beating Plethora for the OCW Championship than to consider someone like that talented. I’d rather lock my Twitter account and act like a giant vagina on social media than to say he is talented. I would rather join an NFW group chat and see other guy’s dick pics than acknowledge someone so worthless.

~Jace pauses a moment as he sees Madison giggling behind the hand covering her mouth.~

JPD: The point of the matter is that Amick thought he was hot shit before I officially signed on the dotted line for OCW. He likes to act like he’s actually accomplished something here but who has he beaten? Name someone with any kind of talent that he’s pinned. Wasn’t me, wasn’t Cypher, and it wasn’t Bob Grenier. Yet, this motherfucker is calling out people on Massacre like he is the measuring stick around these parts. That son of a bitch has been riding the wave that is my name since the last PPV. Tonight, I will drown him in that wave.

Madison: I like your confidence but there are way too many variables. There will be weapons, both Thomas and Dogeron might have other people interfere in the match. They both seem to know about your neck injury now.

JPD: That just means they should have no excuse, right? They act like I’ve never been punched in the face before. Like I’ve never bled inside of the ring or been hit over the head with a foreign object. They are still naive about what I’m capable of because they are too focused on being “OCW Strong and Proud” all the time. It doesn’t take that long of an internet search to figure out that I’ve been through things these two only have nightmares about. Let them bring all the people they want, use any weapon that isn’t nailed down, and focus on my neck. Being predictable doesn’t make you better, it just makes you boring. They don’t have to worry though. I will make a five-star match out of chicken shit.

~Jace finishes lacing his boots then gets up out of the chair. He bounces around inside of the tent a bit to test out the comfort of the now laced up boots.~

JPD: As far as I’m concerned this is a handicapped match. Two of them against one of me improves their chances, just slightly though. I hope Thaddeus is somewhere watching instead of flirting with Sloane on social media. I’m sure he will have tons of things I do tonight be banned but either way. That Savage Championship belt is going to look damn good around my waist.

~Jace continues to make last minute preparations for his match coming up in a few minutes as the camera moves elsewhere.~

~ Camera fades backstage and you see Amick next to a red barn and his stretching before his match. You can tell Dogeron is in the zone and completely focused for his triple threat match against Jace P Davidson and Dylan Thomas for the Savage Championship. A hand touches his right shoulder. Amick turns around quickly ready to throw down. ~

CJ O’Donnell: Easy there big guy … I swear I come in peace.

~ CJ puts his hands up and smiles as Amick puts his fist down.. ~

Amick Dogeron: You’re lucky I didn’t take your head off. You ought to know better than to sneak up on someone, especially backstage at a wrestling show.

CJ O’Donnell: You’re right, I just wanted to see how you are doing after everything that transpired within the last two weeks. Are you ready for the big match tonight?

Amick Dogeron: I’m fine, it’s not the first time I’ve had to work my way out of a sticky situation. Sarah seems to be doing ok all things considered. I appreciate you checking in. Not sure what your angle is here, but if you’re on the up and up, we’re good.

~ CJ nods and extends his hand to Amick. ~

CJ O’Donnell: No angle here. I am glad you are doing better as is Sarah. If you need someone to watch your back all you have to do is ask. I’m not the complete asshole everyone says I am. My reputation is just people hating me because I speak my mind and they can’t handle the truth.

~ Brief pause from O’Donnell as he feels someone behind him but as he turns around he realizes it is just Who’Re. ~

CJ O’Donnell: Just wanted to say good luck tonight. I don’t want to interrupt your pre match ritual or anything.

~ Camera cuts to the next segment as Amick and CJ shake hands. ~

~Near one of the larger trailers, “The Headliner” Cass Baumer slowly climbs the stairs with a nervous expression on her face. The woman last seen at Big Game Hunting sweeps her dyed brown hair out of her sight, then pulls open the door without a knock. With hands shoved in her vintage purple jeans, an open baggy dress shirt, and a black OCW t-shirt underneath, she gives the man inside a greeting nod.~

THAD: Hey! Cass!

~Excitedly, OCW’s majority owner, Thaddeus Duke leaves the chair behind the desk in his trailer office space to greet Cass Baumer.

THAD: How’s it hangin’?

~He asks after a quick hug. Cass hugs him back enthusiastically, her body relaxing around one of her closest friends. When the two seperate, the New Zealander smiles earnestly.~

Cass: Great, great! I see Reformation’s goin’ well, hm? Except for the usual bumps in the road out there, you seem like you’re doing a great job running this joint already.

~Baumer has a nasally Kiwi accent that’s been Americanized over time. She’s boisterous and proud as if there’s no filter holding her back.~

THAD: Yeah well, I have this thing where I’m pretty good at things that I apply myself to but anyway… what’s up? What brings you to wild and wonderful Intercourse?

Cass: I know I’ve just had one match here in OCW, but I figured since you’re the majority owner now, you were the right person to ask for a second match I had in mind.

THAD: There’s a good chance you’d be right. So, what you got in mind?

~Baumer pauses to try to choose her words carefully with her attention on Thad. She crosses her arms over her chest.~

Cass: You like ambition here in OCW, yeah? Well, I want Ed Houston at the next Massacre for what he did during my match with Alexandra Calaway. Paramount’s been bad news all around, and I figure that oughta be where I start.

THAD: Cass, I'd really love to help you out. People are coming out of the woodwork tryna get into OCW again…

It's like history is repeating itself but this time, there won't be a purge.

Well, probably not anyway.

I know I have absolute power, but I'm not about to start abusing it. There's a list of dudes and dudettes waiting for a call from me to tell them we got an opening.

I can't offer you a full time deal. At least not yet.

This place needs to know that Cass Baumer is PROUD and STRONG.

The OCW way.

So I'll give you your match. Another one time deal.

Next Monday Night on Massacre, Cass, you'll go one on one with Ed Houston.

~Cass nods after some hesitation, starting to understand how things work around here.~

Cass: I won’t let you down, Thad. I won’t let anybody down.

~With that, Baumer takes her leave with her head held high.~

Jones: Thad making Cass work for her spot.

Hood: I like it.

Jones: He didn’t do that for Ricky.

Hood: Dude, Ricky damn near won the Mix with 260 lbs of deadweight on his back. He’s more than earned his spot. Fuck outta here.

Jones: Alright, fine...geez. But yes, Cass Baumer against Ed Houston at Massacre on the 4th of July! That should be an excellent match.

Hood: Rocketman is more than ready for a challenge, no doubt.

Jones: He’s ready to blastoff!

~The heat continues to beat down on Intercourse, Pennsylvania. But, these Amish folk are stoic. They remain in their bleachers, enduring the heat, sweat, and shock of what’s taken place in front of them, thus far. They’ve learned how to cheer. They’ve learned how to boo. They’ve seen a man beat up on a woman. They’ve witnessed something called a ‘hacker’ take on a person who is, apparently, very dangerous. But now...it’s time for some savagery. Now it’s time for three wrestlers to get violent in front of these traditional, reserved, modest folk~

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is a Savage Rules Match and it is for the OCW Savage Championship!!!

~The Amish folk murmur. ‘Savage?’ they ask. They’re familiar with the term. Ya know, like how Hezekiah savagely milked that cow the other day or how Amelia savagely churned that butter early Friday morning. Savage is intense. It’s focused. It doesn’t fuck around~

Belvedere: Introducing first…

Jones: We’ve got ourselves a triple threat, Hood. A triple thread under SAVAGE rules.

Hood: Yea, these Amish people have no idea what’s in store for them.

Jones: Dylan Thomas, once again, is done ZERO favors by OCW Management. He wins a title and is instantly forced to defend against multiple people.

Hood: Hey, Dylan can handle this.

~“Here I Go Again” by Whitesnake begins to play! The Amish folk look around...this music might have offended them forty years ago...but in 2022 and after some of the other, more nefarious tunes they’ve heard, this stuff sounds pretty-okay. They nod their Amish heads to the song, patting each other on the back. The vibe is feeling very friendly. The Amish people are close to rocking out~

Jones: Amick coming out first!

Hood: Makes sense, he stole the win last month from JPD.

Jones: And how, exactly, do you figure that?

Hood: Just, ya know, by being there.

~Our camera pans up and out toward the tents. Amick and his mask emerge from his tent. He’s focused. He works his arms around, loosening up before taking the walk toward the ring area. OCW crew members stand around, nodding and wishing Amick good luck. The man has quickly gotten over with fans and colleagues~

Jones: Could this be Amick’s night? He’s taken OCW by storm since appearing out of nowhere back in early May.

Hood: Look, I’d probably join the bandwagon if it were Amick against Dylan. But with JPD in this match...he’s got no chance. NO CHANCE IN HELL.

Jones: Calm down.

~Amick reaches the bleachers. He takes a second before making his way in between them. But, before he can, he’s blindsided from behind!!! His body slams into the side of the metal bleachers. The Amish people yell and move away from the action. Amick turns around to find the source of the attack and, to no surprise, it’s JPD! He kicks Amick in the gut and grabs him by the arm, slinging him from one bleacher to the other...Amick slams into the side of the other bleachers...his back crashing against the unforgiving metal. JPD runs forward and bashes Amick in the face with a forearm. Dogeron falls to the ground, on his knees~

Jones: What the...JPD just jumped Amick!

Hood: Yes! Action spilling over from the Dadbod DIY Invitational! Unfinished business, my man!

Jones: This isn’t fair!

Hood: Hey, it’s Savage Rules! Ring the bell!

~In between the two bleachers, JPD kicks Amick in the face, sending him to the ground. He proceeds to stomp and stomp and stomp on Amick, kicking him into the dirt. The Amish people yell and boo...they don’t like this. This man with the not-so-offensive music is being ambushed by the very mean and angry looking JPD. JPD drops to his knees where he begins to pummel Amick in the head...right fist after right fist after right fist~

Jones: This is an assault! We need to get some order...separate these two, otherwise Amick isn’t going to stand a chance!

Hood: Ah, stop being such a fuckin pussy.

Jones: What, do you think, is going through Dylan’s mind right now?

Hood: I dunno...if it were me I’d be enjoying the hell out of this. Let JPD take Amick out of the match. One less guy I gotta worry about.

~A very angry Amish lad...probably early twenties, looks over the side of the bleachers and he dumps some warm milk over onto JPD. JPD feels the substance and is like ‘what the...wtf is this?’ He figures out it’s warm milk and rises up, annoyed that someone would have the audacity to throw milk on him...warm milk, especially. The Amish guy yells, “You leave that nice man alone! Play by the rules, sir!” JPD nods...he reaches up, calmly before grabbing the Amish guy by the beard and ripping most of it out of his face!! The Amish guy screams, falling back, writhing in pain. JPD spats back, “There are no rules you fucking idiot!” The Amish begin to boo JPD. He takes the long strands of beard he just ripped out and wraps them around Amick’s neck...he starts to choke Dogeron out in between the two bleachers~

Jones: Well, here’s a spot I’m certain we’ve never seen before. JPD choking Amick out with another man’s beard.

Hood: Love this guy. Fuck it all...wreck shop, wreak havoc, and earn your prize.

Jones: Amick’s going to lose consciousness. This just isn’t fair, man. Like...he didn’t even get a chance to compete.

Hood: Too bad, so sad. Gotta stay on your toes around here.

~With Amick nearly unconscious, the Amish folk look on concerned and fearful that they might be on the precipice of witnessing an actual murder. JPD, on one knee, with his other knee jammed into Amick’s back, pulls on the strands of hair as they embed themselves into Amick’s neck. Amick spits and moves around...but it’s all slowing down. It’s all growing so dark. Until...SMACK!! JPD gets blasted in the back of the head!!! He releases Amick and manages to get to his feet, staggering out from between the bleachers and into the ringside area! He turns around, holding his head, still stunned...SMACK!! He gets caught in the chin with a V-Trigger!!! He falls back against the apron, barely able to hold himself up! The crowd cheers when they see OCW Savage Champion Dylan Thomas!! He rushes forward, clobbering JPD in the head with right hands! The cheers from these Amish people reach a new level of intensity. Dyaln’s over like rover or grover...or whatever~

Jones: Dylan Thomas! He’s seen enough!

Hood: Oh for fuck’s sake. What an idiot.

Jones: Not an idiot...a competitor. A man who doesn’t skirt the rules.

~Belvedere exits the ring. It’s pretty clear his job for this match is done. Scruff sees Amick laid out between the bleachers. He sees Dylan mauling JPD at ringside. He shrugs and says, ‘fuck it’ calling for the bell. It rings and we’re officially underway!~

Jones: Welp, all three men are out here. Might as well get this match going.

Hood: Ah, sure, let’s start the match AFTER JPD had the advantage. That’s totally not some shady ass shit.

Jones: The champ wasn’t even out here!

Hood: Hey, look, if he was back in his tent taking a nap, that’s his problem.

~JPD is reeling! Dylan rears back with a huge right hand and BOOM!! The entire Amish community cheers!! JPD falls to the side, landing against the steps where he comes to rest seated up. Dylan looks down at JPD before looking over at Amick. Amick is still down, holding his throat, coughing. Dylan reaches out to grab JPD...but JPD reaches up, snaring the Savage Title that is around Dylan’s waist and yanking forward!! Dylan staggers into the steel post! He gets his hands up, but the impact is enough to stun him. JPD struggles to his feet, he’s got the Savage Title in his hands. Dylan turns around and JPD lunges at him with a belt shot! But Dylan ducks!! JPD stumbles into the apron. He turns around and Dylan leaps up with a dropkick! He connects!! JPD’s body jerks back against the apron, the belt goes flying into the ring. Dylan tries to brace his fall, but he hits the ground pretty hard. He fights through it, returning to his feet~

Jones: Dylan avoiding a few devastating blows right there. I don’t like JPD, but it’s clear that he’s a very, very dangerous man.

Hood: Yea, Dylan’s gotta stay alert. If he’s got any weakness, any at all, JPD will exploit it.

Jones: Yep.

~Dylan grabs JPD by the hair and pulls him forward...he nails him with a forearm uppercut!! JPD is staggered, remaining on his feet. Dylan spins him around and slings him back into the ring. The Amish folk cheer...they much prefer the sanitary, safe in-ring action. Dylan hops onto the apron. JPD is on all fours, crawling toward the center of the ring. Dylan waits for him to get up...JPD slowly does...Dylan leaps off with a flying knee at JPD...but JPD has the Savage Title in his hands and he uses it to SMASH Dylan in the knee!!! Dylan falls to the mat, holding his knee in pain! The fans, crestfallen, lean back in their seats. This horrible man, JPD, is back in control~

Jones: I don’t like the man but I can’t argue with his tenacity. Tremendous awareness by JPD, there.

Hood: Yea, Dylan ambushed him and look..JPD is STILL in control.

Jones: We get it, you like him.

Hood: Hey. I respect him. Likes are for nerds and social media.

~JPD, a true veteran, maintains hold of the Savage Title and he slams it into Dylan’s knee!! Dylan yells out in pain. JPD hits Dylan in the knee with the Savage belt once again. The Amish people continue to boo. JPD tosses the title to the mat. He returns to his feet...Dylan tries to crawl at him, reaching up to grab JPD, but his knee prevents him from being able to move with ease. JPD slugs him across the face, sending him crashing to the mat. He then pulls Dylan up...grabs his bad leg, hooks it...Dylan hops on one leg, begging him off, but JPD spins to the mat with a Dragon Screw Leg Whip right on top of the Savage belt!!! Thomas yells out in pain, curling up and clutching at his knee~

Jones: This is not good, fans. Our Savage Champion has suffered a knee injury fairly early on in this one.

Hood: Not good? Depends on who you’re rooting for. If you ask me, this is a very interesting development that could yield exciting results!

Jones: What happened to you? You used to like Dylan.

Hood: Sure. Then he started high fiving fans, kissing babies, signing the bald heads of men. Not a fan of that.

~JPD pops back to his feet, Savage Title in hand. He dives down at the mat, slamming it into Dylan’s knee!! More booing from the fans. Dylan is prone, helpless. JPD returns to his feet...he holds the Savage Title up high before diving back down at the mat, slamming it into Dylan’s knee! Scruff leans in, asking Dylan if he wants to quit. Dylan refuses. JPD returns to his feet...he takes a moment to hold the title up, as though he’s the owner. More booing from the fans. JPD smirks before turning back to Dylan~

Jones: He could be doing irreparable damage to that knee! We might need Lissandra to come down here and end this for Dylan’s sake.

Hood: Nah, Dylan doesn’t want her out here. She’d instantly fall in love with JPD.

Jones: She’s got eyes for one man, Hood. And it’s not JPD.

Hood: True. I’ve known she’s been crushing on me for awhile.

Jones: Whatever!

~JPD holds the Savage Title up high, ready to bring it down onto Dylan’s knee once more. The crowd suddenly reacts...the Amish people rise with hope. Amick is spotted on the apron...he leaps up onto the top rope. JPD, sensing something is afoot, turns around...Amick soars through the air and he BLASTS JPD in the face with a springboard flying forearm!!! JPD’s body falls back, through the ropes and outside!! He drops the Savage Title on the mat. The Amish people cheer! Amick sits up, his throat is red and bleeding a bit from the ‘beard’ choke. He coughs, leaning to his side for a moment. Dylan remains down, holding his knee~

Jones: Amick lives! He’s back in this!

Hood: I guess...guy can barely breathe.

Jones: Amick’s throat is damaged. Dylan’s knee is damaged. Despite what we just saw, you’d have to say JPD is still the favorite, at this point.

Hood: He’s been the favorite ever since he kicked in Dadbod’s front door.

~Amick gets back to his feet, rubbing his throat. He sees Dylan down...but not out. He sees the OCW Savage Title on the mat...he slowly turns his head and spots JPD struggling to get back to his feet on the outside. Amick makes his decision...he heads for the ropes, he grabs onto the top rope and he slingshots his body up and over, crashing down on top of JPD with a crossbody!!! The Amish are ‘wow’d’ by the athleticism!! Amick, landing on his knees, returns part of the favor JPD paid him earlier on by slamming fist after fist into JPD’s skull~

Jones: Amick has clawed all the way back into this one! What fight! What heart!

Hood: Not much brains, though. I’d have worked on Dylan and maybe stolen the pin.

Jones: He did the math. Dylan is hurt but he’s not exactly ready to be pinned. Meanwhile, JPD, the massive threat that he is, was already recuperating outside.

~Amick finishes punching JPD in the head. But he’s not done punishing the guy. Dude damn near killed him at the start of the match. Amick pulls JPD up and he slings him into the nearest ring steps...SMASH!! The steps are blown apart, the top level bouncing away. The fans gasp at the giant, metal object being broken up in such violent fashion. JPD falls to the ground, holding his shoulder in pain. Amick hops onto the apron, looking down at JPD...JPD is on his side...he rolls over onto his back…Amick leaps off the apron, flipping over with a senton, CRASHING down onto JPD, leveling him out on the ground and smashing him, face first into the Earth!! The Amish folk nod and applaud, “That man in the mask is talented.” Amick sits up on the ground, looking over at the downed JPD~

Jones: And Amick is in control now. He’s managed to put JPD down, for the moment. But is it long enough to score a pin?

Hood: Well, he can pin him out there, that’s about all I know.

Jones: Meanwhile, our champion is in the ring, nursing a bad knee.

Hood: Yea, I might leave JPD alone and go after Dylan.

~Amick seems to take the advice, hitting the ring and going after Dylan. He kicks the Savage Title away and snares Dylan by the knee. The Amish people grumble...they don’t really like where this is going. Amick drags Dylan into the center of the ring...he bends over...but Dylan uses his good leg to kick Amick in the face!! Amick loses his grip, stumbling back. He shakes it off and moves back toward Dylan...but Dylan kicks him again, this time with double the force!! Amick staggers all the way back into a corner! The Amish claps. Dylan rolls over and crawls for the ropes...he pulls himself up...he hobbles around on one leg, heading Amick’s way. Dogeron throws a kick at Dylan’s knee...but Dylan catches Amick’s leg, brings him in and on one fuckin leg, tosses him over with a Capture Suplex!!! The Amish are wowed!! Amick hits hard, arching his back in pain...Dylan sits up, rubbing and holding his wounded leg~

Jones: Wow, he threw him off of one leg!

Hood: Dylan’s a beast, man. Stronger than he looks.

Jones: Tremendous core strength. But now he needs to get some feeling, some strength back into that knee.

Hood: No shit...eventually JPD’s gonna wake up and, well, that won’t be good.

~Thomas sees his Savage Title nearby and he picks it up...he struggles to his feet, again, basically walking around on one leg. Amick is on one knee...Dylan dives forward, smashing Amick in the side of the head with the belt! The Amish people shake their heads...not liking that. They’re not really sure WHO to root for in this fuckin match. Dylan drops to his knees and he crawls over to Amick...he holds the Savage Title over him and brings it crashing down into his face...but Amick gets his hands up!! He blocks the title from making impact. Dylan tries to fight through, shoving the title at him. Finally, Amick shoves the title down and leans up with a headbutt into Dylan’s nose!!! Thomas falls back, holding his nose in pain, dropping the Savage Title~

Jones: Dogeron showing some strength of his own, preventing Dylan from blasting him in the face with the Savage Title.

Hood: I don’t know what he’s so worried about. That mask could take the blow.

Jones: Just because someone wears a mask doesn’t mean they are impervious to pain.

Hood: Then why the fuck would you wear it? I mean, unless it’s Halloween.

~Amick rolls away, getting to one knee. Dylan back slides into the nearest corner, stretching his legs out, giving his bad knee some rest. Amick finds the corner opposite Dylan...he measures him up...he takes off, running toward Dylan...but out of nowhere, JPD flies into the ring and cuts Amick in half with a HUGE SPEAR!!!! The Amish folk gasp and yell. They can’t believe it!! Amick flips all the way over, landing front first on the mat. Even Dylan leans back like, ‘OH SHIT!’ JPD pops up to one knee and looks over at Thomas. Dylan scrambles, trying to get to his feet~

Jones: He came out of nowhere!

Hood: Freak fuckin athlete.

Jones: He appears to be in the driver’s seat at this stage.

~JPD spots the Savage Title. So does Dylan...Dylan dives for it, but JPD snares it first. Dylan hits the mat and looks up at JPD. JPD dives forward, aiming the face plate at Dylan’s head...but Dylan rolls out of the way. The belt slams into the mat. Dylan crawls into a corner and pulls himself up, his bad knee still weakened. JPD pops to his feet and he charges at Dylan with the belt...but Dylan gets his legs up and he kicks the belt back into JPD’s face!!! JPD stumbles back...nearly dropping the title, holding onto it by the strap. Dylan’s knee hurts after the kick, but he fights through it, shooting out of the corner and taking JPD down with a clothesline!!! JPD hits the mat hard, dropping the title. Dylan lays on the mat before rolling over, and holding his knee~

Jones: There you go, Dylan! Fight back!

Hood: If a one legged man wins this match well...ya know, I’m not gonna say it. But you’ll know, I’ll be upset.

Jones: You just said it.

Hood: Stop putting words into my mouth.

~Thomas fights through the pain and he crawls over JPD for the Savage Title. With it in his possession, he reaches a moral conundrum...does he...oh, wait, nevermind. No conundrum at all, he begins to beat JPD in the face with it! Three major blows before JPD rolls over, covering his face up. Dylan rises to his feet, barely able to put weight on his bad leg...he brings the belt up high and he crashes it down into JPD’s back!!! JPD arches his back in pain, rolling onto the apron. Dylan, propped up on his good knee, looks at JPD...it’s clear he’s not done. He’s pissed. Like Amick, JPD tried to maim Dylan at the start of this match...some Dylan isn’t gonna let go. Amick is sitting up in the corner, holding his midsection, watching Dylan. JPD pulls himself to his feet on the apron...Dylan charges forward, hobbling on one leg and he BLASTS JPD in the face with the belt!!! JPD leans back, holding onto the top rope...keeping him from falling off the apron. Dylan looks to hit him again, but he hears charging foot steps...he moves and Amick flies into view, leaping into the air, wrapping his legs around JPD’s head and slinging him around, tossing him off the apron and several feet away, to the ground with a hurricanrana!!!! JPD flips over and he lands with a loud THUD onto the unrelenting Earth!! Amick manages to land on the apron, safely. The Amish again, are wow’d by Amick. “ooohs” and “aaaahs”. Amick looks over at Dylan~

Jones: Dylan and Amick, together, have seemingly taken JPD out.

Hood: Bullshit. WEAK ASS BOOKING

Jones: Hey...he tried to kill Amick and he tried to maim Dylan. They’ve got quite the argument for teaming up.

Hood: I thought we were spared tag team action on this show. The fuck are these two teaming up for...makes me sick.

~Amick crawls into the ring, returning to his feet. Dylan holds the title up...Amick nods. Dylan tosses the title out of the ring. The Amish people like this, clapping. The two men size each other up...Amick’s throat bleeding, Dylan’s leg weakened to the point it’s damn near useless. But, they manage to lock up. Amick tries to shoot Dylan into the ropes, but Dylan can’t run, so he reverses...Amick hits the ropes, bounces off and Dylan catches him, throwing him over with a belly to belly off of one leg!! Amick flips over, landing hard. Dylan struggles back to his feet~

Jones: Alright! These two men are going to settle it without the use of weapons...the way wrestling was intended.

Hood: WEAK ASS BOOKING! WEAK ASS BOOKING!

Jones: Oh, quiet.

~Dylan pulls Amick to his feet but Amick shoves him off. Dylan nearly falls to the mat, his base compromised. Amick lunges forward with a flying forearm! Smack! Right in Dylan’s face!! Dylan falls back into a corner, the ropes and buckles keeping him upright. Amick looks at the knee...but he decides against it...instead he charges in with a superman punch to the face of Thomas. Thomas leans into Amick. Dogeron sees opportunity and he takes it, hoisting Dylan onto his shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry!!! Amick tosses Dylan around for a stunner to hit The Showstoppa!! But Dylan gets out of it and drops Amick, from behind, with a Backstabber!!!! Amick bounces around, reaching for his back...the air kneed, violently from his lungs! Dylan is down, holding his injured knee~

Jones: Amick Dogeron tried to end it...but Dylan countered. Unfortunately, at the cost of his knee.

Hood: We need more weapons. This is a Savage Title match...fuck this boring wrestling bullshit.

Jones: It’s competition at the highest level, Hood. ENJOY

~Dylan remains down. Amick crawls for the ropes, desperately trying to beat Dylan to his feet. He does, he turns around and goes after the Savage Champion...Dylan is on one knee...Amick pulls him up...but Dylan shocks Amick and everyone else by hitting him with PERFECT FINISHER (Double Knee Gutbuster)!!!! The Amish gasp with surprise. Amick falls to the mat. Dylan holds his knee, yelling in pain...pounding the mat with his fist~

Jones: C’mon, Dylan! Pin him! It’s yours for the taking!

Hood: Think we might need to order Dylan a new knee when this is over.

Jones: We’ll worry about that later. All that matters is what happens right here, right now.

~Dylan fights through the pain...he crawls and he crawls...and he throws his body over Amick! The Amish cheer!! Scruff slides in with the count~

1!

2!

…

Jones: HOLY SHIT

~Again, JPD comes out of nowhere, this time breaking up the pin with a CURB STOMP onto Dylan Thomas!!! He drives Dylan’s face right into the mat!! Dylan rolls over, off of Amick, unconscious. JPD drops down, covering Amick. Scruff slides in~

1!

2!

3!

NO!

Jones: Amick got the shoulder up!

Hood: Hurry, JPD! Hurry and cover Dylan!

~JPD dives on top of Dylan for the cover. Scruff crawls into position, making the count~

1!

2!

3!!

NOOOO

Jones: ANOTHER SHOULDER UP!

Hood: Fuck it all!

Jones: JPD could have pinned Dylan but he went for Amick. Then, by the time Amick kicked out, Dylan had recovered enough to survive the pinfall attempt.

Hood: Shit. Well, at least he’s back in the match.

~JPD is on his knees, pissed. He’s grabbed from behind by Amick, who locks on a sleeper. JPD fights to his feet with Amick on his back...JPD charges backwards, squashing Amick in a corner, forcing him to release the hold. JPD staggers forward, doubling over, gasping for air. Dylan, holding his face, blood leaking from his nose via the curb stomp...he grabs the Savage Title and he rises, hobbling on one leg. JPD stands upright and BAM! Dylan flies through the air, hitting him in the face with the belt, sending him collapsing to the ring. Dylan stumbles into the ropes, dropping the title through the ropes and to the outside. Amick shoots into view and he rolls Dylan up! Scruff slides in~

1!

2!

KICK OUT!

Jones: Close, but Dylan kicked out, even with the bad knee.

Hood: Down to whoever is the most advantageous at this point. Gotta be JPD.

Jones: One problem with that prediction. JPD is knocked out. Dreaming of cartoons, probably.

Hood: HOW DARE YOU

~Dylan rolls over onto one knee...Amick is back on his feet...Dylan leaps up, trying to hit another Perfect Finisher!!! But Amick blocks it, grabs Dylan’s bad leg, flips him over and locks in his patented Texas Cloverleaf!!! Dylan screams out in pain...his damaged knee, the knee he’s been protecting for half the match, is being ripped and torn apart by Dogeron. Scruff asks Dylan if he wants to throw in the towel, but Dylan refuses~

Jones: Even Amick, as good natured as he is, knows when it’s time to go for the jugular.

Hood: Finally. Let’s see some fuckin backbone.

Jones: He’s close to ripping some serious ligaments in that knee. Dylan might want to think about self preservation.

Hood: Man, if JPD loses this while being laid out on the mat...gotta say, MORE WEAK ASS BOOKING

~JPD looks over and sees Amick’s back to him...he sees Dylan’s face, writhing in pain. His hand raising up high for a tap out. JPD snaps into urgent mode. He gets to his feet and he runs forward, kneeing Amick in the back of the head!!! Amick falls forward, releasing the cloverleaf. Dylan rolls away, holding his knee. JPD steps back, measuring Amick up...he runs forward for a curb stomp...but Amick rises and catches JPD across his shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry~

Jones: The Showstoppa! Amick’s got him in position to hit The Showstoppa!

Hood: Fight out of it, JPD! You can do it!

Jones: Let’s go, Dogeron!

~JPD elbows Amick in the side of the head...he forces his way free, in front of Amick. He boots Amick in the gut and brings him in for a Dirty Deeds DDT (Unscripted Violence). Amick tries to fight him off, punching him in the ribs, but JPD is too strong. He’s about to drop him when Dylan flies into view, smacking JPD in the back of the head with his good knee!!! JPD lets Amick go and he turns around, stumbling side to side. Dylan tries to knee him again, but JPD catches his leg...he’s got Dylan’s good leg now...there’s nothing Dylan can do...or, so we think. Dylan says ‘fuck it all’ and he throws his bad knee up, CRACKING JPD under the chin!!! The Amish gasp, in awe of Dylan’s determination!!! JPD lets him go and he falls back, through the ropes, onto the apron!! Dylan collapses to the mat, holding his knee in pain~

Jones: What heart! What determination by Dylan….unfortunately, the cost might be heavy.

Hood: He probably threw his chance at retaining that title in the trash so he could knock JPD out. Tells you how awesome JPD is.

Jones: Well, that’s one way to look at it.

~Amick moves toward Dylan, observing the weakness. He pulls him up...Dylan tries to push him off...he tries to fight back...but his knee is fucked. Amick kicks at it, sending pain shooting through Dylan’s body. Amick hoists Dylan up into the Fireman’s carry and he drops him with THE SHOWSTOPPA!!! Dylan falls into the ropes, he sits on the middle rope, leaning back, about to fall out of the ring...but Amick pulls him back into the ring and he hoists him up on his shoulders once more~

Jones: Two Showstoppas! He’s going for TWO.

Hood: Leave no stone unturned.

Jones: He’s going to end this now!

~Amick tosses Dylan up and BAM! He hits THE SHOWSTOPPA FOR A SECOND TIME! Dylan falls onto the mat, flat on his back. Amick dives onto him for the cover. Scruff slides in with the count~

1!

2!

3!!!

~NO! JPD charges in and kicks Amick in the head!! Right before three!! He picks Amick up and slings him out of the ring!!! JPD then covers Dylan!! He motions for Scruff to make the count...Scroff drops down and does. The Amish are booing~

1!

2!

3!!!!!!

~The bell rings. More boos from the irate Amish~

Belvedere: Here is your winner...AND NEW OCW SAVAGE CHAMPION...JACE PARKER DAVIDSON!!!!!

Jones: NO! JPD stole this!

Hood: Haha, yes!

~Amick pulls himself up and dives into the ring, but it’s too late. JPD rolls out of the ring where the Savage Title is and he grabs it. He holds it up high...The Amish stand and boo, showing more intensity than they have all night. Amick reaches his feet in the ring and he heads for the ropes, pointing at JPD. JPD mocks him. Amick grabs the top rope like he’s about to leap over it and onto JPD...but JPD backs up, not wanting to suffer any more moves. He smiles, tosses the title over his shoulder and waves at Amick, arrogantly, before turning to leave~

Jones: Amick is pissed and who can blame him...he did most of the work only for JPD to pick up the scraps.

Hood: Hey, that’s life. He should’ve done more to keep JPD down.

~JPD stops and he whistles. We hear a loud ROAR as Ralph the Lion charges in between the bleachers. The Amish scream and recoil, not wanting to get mauled. JPD pats Ralph on the head before straddling himself on the animals back and tugging on its mane. Ralph lets out another roar before charging back between the bleachers, into the tented area...a Savage Champion leaving on the back of a lion~

Jones: Well, there’s something you don’t see everyday.

Hood: A true champion can tame even the wildest of beasts. JPD has tamed the king of the jungle.

~Amick throws his hands at JPD in disgust. He then turns and drops to one knee to check on Dylan...The Knife Man is looking at his knee...Lissandra reaches ringside, concerned, checking on her husband. Our view pulls away as we get a sprawling view of ‘welshland’~

Jones: Tremendous Savage Title action with a less than desirable result.

Hood: Fuck off, JPD came, he saw, and he came some more.

Jones: Gross. Tremendous effort by Amick. I’m telling you, he should’ve had the win back at Big Game Hunting and he should’ve had this one tonight. He’s going to get JPD...it’s going to happen.

Hood: You sound like the Trix rabbit.

Jones: And a tough loss for Dylan. Once again, he snares championship glory only to have it ripped away a month later.

Hood: Yea, respect to the Thomas family. But life in OCW is tough and he knows it. He’ll be fine.

Jones: No doubt.

~ The camera fades backstage and you are inside The Paramount locker room which is in a portion of a red barn. Alexandra is standing up and looking in the mirror that is against the wall. Calaway has a pissed off look on her face as she touches the brace around her neck. Houston and O’Donnell are playing cards on the table. Both men with their best poker face on. The door swings open and CJ drops his cards on the floor. A huge smile has come across his face as he turns around… ~

CJ O’Donnell: My Queen Alice has returned ..

~ O’Donnell smile immediately changes to a sour puss as he stands up. Houston keeps his cards in his hand and stands up. Calaway sees who walks in and immediately turns around. ~

Ed Houston: You are in the wrong locker room buddy. I’d advise you to leave before we have to hurt you old man.

~ You see that it is Lou Pohl and Crash Rodriguez that have walked into the Paramount locker room. ~

Lou Pohl: We are just here to talk.

Alexandra Calaway: I doubt that. Your face tells a different story.

Ed Houston: It sure does.

CJ O’Donnell: What do you want?

Lou Pohl: I like what you guys are doing, the unity and teamwork. Such good shit, but I think you, me, her, him, and even this guy know you’re missing something…

CJ O’Donnell: Yeah no shit. We are missing Alice Knight. Now get the fook out before I have to ..

Lou Pohl: Exac- Wait, no. That's not what I’m getting at you guys. Shit, how do I put this? You guys are missing a mouthpiece. Someone who represents The Paramount so you guys can live up to your full potential…

~ CJ, Ed and Alexandra all laugh. Crash gets irritated as he is standing behind Lou. Pohl turns around and tells him to take it easy. ~

Ed Houston: I don’t know what rock you have been living under but we kind of speak for ourselves and do whatever we want.

Alexandra Calaway: Not only that but how can we trust a man who has a mustache that looks like you should be living back in the 1970’s. Here an idea shave that hideous thing and maybe people will actually take you serious… Lou Pohl: Let’s make a deal then …

CJ O’Donnell: What could you ever have to offer us that we don’t already have…

Lou Pohl: Listen … Alexandra, Ed and CJ you are right. I don’t really have anything you could want. You see something you want and you guys get it, no questions asked. You see, my client, he’s on the verge of really breaking through that metaphorical glass ceiling. He just needs that extra edge, something to take him from being midcard, to being… Paramount… All we want is one chance to prove ourselves…

~ CJ puts up one finger as he turns around to Ed and Alexandra as Lou turns to Crash. You hear the conversation of Pohl and Rodriguez. ~

Crash Rodriguez: What the fuck are you doing?

Lou Pohl: Trust me, Kid…

Crash Rodriguez: Like the time I was supposed to trust you in Tijuana? Remember? ‘Oh Crash, come on man, a donkey show can’t be that ba-

~ Pohl’s voice raises a little bit which makes The Paramount look over at him. ~

Lou Pohl: Hey you said you would never mention that story again. And for the record my pinkie slipped…

~ Alex looks disgusted. Ed looks confused. As CJ he just shrugs his shoulders like shit happens…~

CJ O’Donnell: You have yourself a deal …

Lou Pohl: We do …

CJ O’Donnell: Yeah why the fook not …

~ CJ and Lou shake hands. Lou goes in to give Alexandra a hug but The Rocketman steps in between them. ~

Ed Houston: Easy there … We are good …

Lou Pohl: Glad to hear that Rocketman.

~ Crash and Lou turn around as they exit the locker room. Houston and Calaway start a small conversation as CJ watches as Lou and Crash walk away as CJ has a grin on his face. ~

Crash Rodriguez: Lou. What are you doing? Do you actually trust them? They have the numbers and we have… well just me.

Lou Pohl: Making a name for ourselves kid… Plus, we got this stache, so let’s go put everyone on notice!

~ Pohl fixes his stache as Crash just shakes his head. We go back to the wonderful announce team of OCW. ~

: "Dream Weaver" hits the speakers and the Amish folk politely applauding as Mike Zybala walks out, using crutches to get around. He seems a bit wobbly as he makes his way to the ring. He tries to get in the ring a few times but fails. :

Jones: Does Zybala seem off to you?

Hood: Always.

Jones: I'm serious. He's not walking straight, crutches aside... I think he may be drunk.

Hood: Then he has the right idea being around all these buzz kill Amish folk.

~Zybala gives up trying to enter the ring and demands a microphone. He gets it and starts slurring his words a bit~

Zybala; You know what? I'm getting pretty darn tired of all this power struggle stuff! You got Duke saying this and the Straders saying that and treating Marcus pretty damn poorly! And nobody even brings me into any meetings!! When I'm the majority owner!!

~The crowd murmurs. What is this drunk fool talking about?~

Zybala: The way i shee it is thish! Welsh sold of chunks of his ONLINE ownership until he had 39% left. The Dukes managed to get 51% through shady business. HOWEVER!! (Zybala points in the air as he shouts this.) They did NOT buy 51% of OCW Corporation as a whole. They purchased only ONLINE stocksh! Wit Outsiders being under the OCW banner, that means that The Dukes own 51% of OCW, Welsh owns 49% of OCW and Mike Zybala owns 100% of OCW Corporations!! The Shtraders front Markie the cash, which I don't know why he didn't ask me for help... but I am the true boss! I am... hey! Get the hell off of me! Stooooppppp!!

~Security has run out and grabbed Zybala and start dragging him away as everyone ponders the drunk ramblings~

~We cut to inside the massive barn that’s been erected in the middle of a field within ‘Welshland’. Two huge doors are open, giving us access. As we hover inside the barn, we see four OCW rings, all pressed up against each other, forming a giant square. Each ring is surrounded by it’s own steel cage. The Prison Yard has been set up and looks as ominous and dangerous as ever. Inside the barn reside a bunch of OCW fans...VIP tickets sold at a high price to the most hardcore, diehard, and loyal OCWers. It’s clear Welsh wanted knowledgeable fans in attendance for this match...reacting to whatever violence and debauchery is bound to ensue. At our main venue, the Amish folk are given access to this match via the numerous giant flat screens hanging around the ring. Their first glimpse at the Prison Yard draws anxious, baited breath. They’ve never seen anything so dangerous, so menacing~

Jones: And there it is, The Prison Yard.

Hood: Let’s get this shit going.

Jones: One year ago, eight world class wrestlers entered that Prison Yard and only one walked out...as OCW Champion.

Hood: Yep, and the only wrestler brave enough to return to the yard...mother fuckin BRIM.

Jones: Correct. He knows what awaits.

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen it is now time for the Prison Yard Match!

~The fans inside the barn go wild!! The Amish hear their cheers and, not to be outdone because no matter what culture you’re from, competition exists...the conservative contingent produces cheers of their own~

Belvedere: Eight wrestlers will enter the ‘yard’ and will fight until one wrestler remains. A wrestler can be eliminated via pinfall, submission, knock out...or by being thrown out of the ‘yard’. The last wrestler standing will go on to face the OCW Champion in the main event of Truth or Consequences!!

~More cheers, first by the barn fans, then a strong follow by the Amish~

Belvedere: Introducing first…

~“Killjill” by Big Boi ft. Killer Mike and Young Jeezy hits! The fans inside the barn go ‘Oohhhhhh shit’...well aware of who appears when this song plays. 3X Savage Champion, BRIM steps into the barn. He looks around, staring at the Prison Yard structure. The look on his face reads ‘Ah shit. Here we go again.’ A door opens, OCW lead ref Scruff behind it. BRIM nods and heads that way...he marches up the steps and enters inside Ring #1. The fans pop when he steps inside the cage. BRIM stomps around the ring, getting fired up...the fans urge him on~

Jones: BRIM’s feeling it tonight!

Hood: He wants nothing more than a rematch against Plethora. This is a one way ticket to that destination.

Jones: He’s got the experience. I know what the Sportsbook says but, in my opinion, BRIM is the clear favorite.

Belvedere: From Baltimore, Maryland...standing 6’3 and weighing in at 385lbs...he is the only participant to have previously competed inside the ‘yard’...he is a 3x Savage Champion...he is….BRIM!!!!

~BRIM throws his arms up, “Let’s fucking go!” The fans give him another strong ovation….they’ve been in this hot barn all afternoon, waiting for this match. They’d probably cheer Satan himself at this point in the evening~

Belvedere: And, introducing the first competitor who will start off in Cage #2…

~'Rain On The Scarecrow' by John Cougar Mellencamp hits! The OCW fans let out a strong ovation...again, starved for some action but also intrigued and excited to see if Ray-Ray can go from rookie to main eventer in the span of a few weeks. Garry Nelson steps into the barn, the Amish go wild!!! He’s got his American flag jacket on, grease stains across his face and...he’s carrying The American Flag!! Huge cheers from the Amish...this seems like a wholesome dude. He marches past Cage #1 where BRIM eyes Ray-Ray wondering if he’s “all there”. Ray-Ray slings the flag around before entering Cage #2...the door held open by Gruff. Ray-Ray marches up the steps and enters...the fans in the barn yell out, “Oh say can you see...RAY RAY!” The chant has no rhythm at all, but whatever. Ray-Ray hops on the top buckle and he lifts The American Flag up, securing it at the top corner of his side of the ‘yard’. The Amish chant “YOU_ESS_ AYYYYYYY!!!” Massive cheers. Ray-Ray is very over with the community. He hops down and jogs around the ring, feeling spry and fly. His american flag jacket screaming stars and stripes loud and proud~

Belvedere: From Nelson County, Kentucky...standing 6’9 and weighing in at 235lbs...Garry ‘Ray-Ray’ Nelson!!!!

~HUGE Ovation!! Ray-Ray throws his arms in the air. BRIM, standing firmly in the center of his cage looks over at Ray-Ray...perhaps imaging dropping Nelson on his head and cracking his neck~

Jones: Ray-Ray is the most over person on this show with the Amish.

Hood: Well, that’s gotta count for something.

Jones: A huge supporter of America. We haven’t seen a patriot this staunch since somebody whose name I can’t remember!

Hood: You’re so great at your job.

Belvedere: And now, introducing the competitor who will start off in Cage #3…

~Hymn of the Legion - Farya Faraji begins to play. The fans inside the cage exhale with intrigue...one of the most unknown competitors in the entire YARD is about to put it all on the line. Stepping into the barn, looking as royal and regal as any emperor ever is none other than the Modern Day Roman Emperor...Claudius Augustus!! He steps into the barn and ignores the fans who are literally RIGHT THERE...no barricade, no nothing. Just fans standing around the Yard, watching. A fan reaches out to touch him, but they get an elbow into the mouth as a receipt...this keeps the others at bay as Claudius takes a left and heads to the other side of the yard where Cage #3 is open with Puff inside. Claudius arrogantly marches up the steps and enters. The Amish grumble...they don’t like this haughty fellow~

Belvedere: From Rome, Italy...standing 6’2 and weighing in at 235lbs...he is the Modern Day Roman Emperor...he is...Claudius Augustus!!!

~Augustus looks into Cage #2 at Ray-Ray, shaking his head. Ray-Ray throws his arm in the air and yells, “USA!!” The fans inside the barn respond with a ‘USA’ chant. Claudius just rolls his eyes, heading into a corner, awaiting his opponent~

Jones: Claudius is a very, very impressive newcomer. He, like Ray-Ray, is looking to jump the line, moving from the back to the very front.

Hood: These matches are a cheat code for some. Why wait months to get the opportunity? Enter one of these fuckers and rocket your way to the top.

Jones: Yep.

Belvedere: And now, the participant who will begin in Cage #4…

~Pain by Tupac begins to play!! Shit is about to get real. The fans in the barn jump up and down...full of excitement. 2 Extreme for TV is about to make his grand return to PPV. And, inside a massive steel structure, no-less. Kali enters into the barn full of swagger...full of anger...full of violence. He looks at the three participants in the ‘yard’. He has no respect for Ray-Ray or Claudius...but he eyes BRIM with a bit of intensity. Cage #4 is open by Tuff...OCW’s fourth, rarely used referee. Kali heads that way. Behind him we see Lady Rage...she is carrying a giant box...she hands the box to the fans and they pass it around...each fan dipping in and pulling out a delicious cookie~

Jones: It looks like Lady Rage is passing out some of G-Mama’s homemade cookies!

Hood: G-Mama is legit.

~A weird move for a man who built a legacy upon the slogan ‘fuck the fanz’ but what G-Mama wants, G-Mama gets. Kali steps into Cage #4 and he heads for the side, gripping the chain linked fence with his hands and shaking it...a smile crosses his face...it feels like home~

Belvedere: From South Central California and San Quentin Prison...standing 6’5 and weighing in at 265lbs...he is a legend of professional wrestling...he is 2 Extreme for TV...he is a fighting member of PTSD...he is...Killa Kali!!!!

~KK yells out...a guttural roar that causes the fans near his cage to step back. The Amish folk remain quiet, staring at Kali...no idea what to make of this man. He’s a monster. He’s a menace. He’s unlike anybody they’ve ever encountered. Kali pauses and points into Cage #1 at BRIM. BRIM looks back at Kali. Kali makes it known...he wants to get his hands on BRIM. BRIM nods and yells, “Alright, you’ll get your chance.” BRIM ain’t backing down~

Jones: If those two manage to get in the same cage together...look out.

Hood: They should’ve started out in the same cage together...this is some WEAK ASS BOOKING!!

Belvedere: And now, the second competitor who will begin inside Cage #1…

~A mariachi band plays! The fans inside the barn go wild! In jumps THE MYSTERIOUS EL KNUCKLE!! He’s toting Bifford’s MIGHTY SCYTHE!! He slings it around...his cape flapping behind him. A ‘KNUCKLE!’ chant is started by the learned fans in the barn. The Amish just look at him like, “What in tarnation?” Knuckle rushes toward Cage #1...Scruff holds the door open. He hurries inside with THE MIGHTY SCYTHE waving dangerously around. Scruff backs away…Knuckle enters and he holds the MIGHTY SCYTHE high in the air~

Belvedere: The current owner of the famed MIGHTY SCYTHE...he is THE MYSTERIOUS EL KNUCKLE!!!!

~BRIM looks across the ring at Knuckle...he sees the SCYTHE and, when seeing the SCYTHE all he can think about is Bifford. All he can think about is Plethora~

Jones: El Knuckle beginning this match in the same ring as BRIM. Not the greatest draw.

Hood: Nope, BRIM and Kali...the two I would NOT want to start off against.

Jones: And, in CLASSIC OCW fashion, Knuckle is able to bring that Scythe in there with him.

Hood: That MIGHTY Scythe.

Jones: Yea, sure. Whatever.

Belvedere: And now, the wrestler who will begin this match inside Cage #2…

Jones: Who will start off with Ray-Ray?

Hood: Shut up and listen!

~“Kings Never Die” by Eminem hits! Instant BOOS from the fans inside the barn. The first boos we’ve heard all night from these diehards. No matter the lust...the thirst for action, they still can’t bring themselves to cheer for CJ. And, like clockwork, he steps into the barn amidst the boos looking smug, arrogant, and confident. He marches around Cage #1, watching Scruff lock it up. He reaches Cage #2...Gruff holding the door open. He pauses, at the steps, urging Gruff to get Ray-Ray away from the door~

Belvedere: From Boston, Massachusetts...standing 5’11 and weighing in at 178lbs...he is the founding member of Paramount...he is...The Distinguished...he is...CJ O’Donnell!!!!

~Gruff begrudgingly does as ordered, working Ray-Ray from the door. CJ steps up and enters...he finds a corner and throws his arms up, high...more boos. The Amish follow suit, booing...mostly because of all the tattoos desecrating his natural body~

Jones: And CJ begins with Ray-Ray...not the greatest draw for Ray-Ray.

Hood: Well, if he’s going to win this thing he’s going to have to go through a guy like CJ...might as well get it out of the way.

Jones: True.

~CJ hops off the buckle and turns around, looking up at the tall, intimidating figure that belongs to Ray-Ray...he may be kinda goofy, but you can’t argue with his stature~

Belvedere: And now, the second participant beginning the match inside Cage #3…

Jones: And who is going to join the Modern Day Roman Emperor inside Cage #3?

Hood: Well, it’s one of two men...it’s either Bob Grenier or Mark Storm.

Jones: Yep.

~Short Change Hero by The Heavy hits! The question is answered! YOUR Hero and MINE, Mark Storm enters into the giant barn full of sick, diseased, ravenous OCW fans. They pop HUGE for the returning star. Storm pauses, taking in the cheers of hundreds which sounds like thousands, bouncing off the walls of this confined space. We cut to the Amish who respond accordingly. A few of the men are heard telling their women, “Now that there looks like a man one can be proud of!’ and another ‘Hey we need rain for our crops. I like Storm!’ So, they cheer the man. Storm heads to his left, rounding Cage #4 which houses a very eager Kali. He reaches Cage #3 and steps up. Augustus gives him plenty of room...calculating, not eager to rush into anything. Storm steps in and Puff slams the door shut~

Belvedere: From Brooklyn, New York...standing 6’3 and weighing in at 225lbs...he is Your Hero and Mine...he is...Mark Storm!!!!

~Storm marches around the ring, throwing his hands in the air, urging the cheers on. Claudius shakes his head, pitying a man who caters to the people~

Jones: Mark Storm is up there with Ray-Ray in terms of popularity in this one, Hood.

Hood: Yea but he’s wrestling INSIDE. Which means any incoming Storms will have no impact.

Jones: He’s not a literal storm, you realize that, right?

Hood: I just go by what’s on the card. I see Storm and I think STORM

Belvedere: And now, for the eighth and final competitor who will begin the match inside Cage #4…

~WHERE THE HOOD AT BY DMX blasts. The Amish folk cover their ears...more of THIS music...oh my gosh! But then Bob Grenier appears on their screens. This is a man who has ties to the area. He helps out one of the friendly farms of Intercourse to grow lots of creative, innovative, and magnificent brands of mairjuwana, man. The fans inside the barn are treated to some samples that Bob has in a bag...he tosses them high into the air~

Jones: Another treat for the fans!

Hood: Man, G-Mama’s cookies and some marijuana from Bob Grenier. Who needs milk when you’ve got some of the Grenier’s finest.

Jones: I like a good, tall glass of milk.

Hood: You sound like a serial killer.

Belvedere: From Timmins, Ontario, Canada...standing 6’2 and weighing in at 222lbs...he is a former OCW Champion...he is in the OCW Hall of Fame...he is...Bob Grenier!!!

~The Amish folk rally behind Bob, seeing him give some of the local crop to a bunch of visiting humans. A good advertisement for what this community has to offer. Belvedere has finished his job, so he turns his mic off from his very safe location back at the main venue. Inside the barn, Grenier finishes walking around the entire ‘yard’ earning glares of varying degrees from the anxious competitors inside. BRIM caps it off by yelling, “HURRY THE FUCK UP!” Bob spins around and stares up at BRIM while tossing several pre-rolled joints over his shoulder to some fans. He turns his back upside down...it’s totally empty. He slings it over his shoulder and heads back toward Cage #4...the door is open and Tuff is waiting for him~

Jones: Bob Grenier is playing the role of Santa Claus.

Hood: More like Santa...uh...yea, I got nothing.

Jones: His merry and jolly time is about to come to an end though because he’s stepping inside a cage with Killa Kali.

~Grenier enters Cage #4. The door is shut and locked. He throws his arms into the air...the second he does he’s attacked by Kali!!! KK runs him over with a forearm to the back of the head!! The bell rings! Bob stumbles into the ropes, dropping his empty sack on the apron. Kali pummels him in the back with forearm strikes as the fans boo. In Cage #3 Storm and Claudius size one another up...they meet in the center of the ring with a lock up!! Cutting to Cage #2 we see CJ ready to go to war...but Ray-Ray tells him to hold off as he carefully removes his American Flag jacket, asking Gruff to open the door so he can safely hand it to a member of OCW Staff without it touching the floor or suffering any sort of desecration. And then we cut to Cage #4 where El Knuckle slings his MIGHTY SCYTHE around, doing some sort of routine while BRIM stands back, frustrated. Can’t really rush in there while his opponent is wielding a deadly weapon~

Jones: And we’re underway!

Hood: Yea, we’ve got an assault in one ring. A standard lock up in another...and then two ‘unique’ fellows doing their thing in the other two.

Jones: Personalities are strong in OCW. An unexpected hurdle competitors must clear if they want to reach the top of this promotion.

~Inside Cage #4, Kali has Bob bullied into a corner. Grenier keeps his back to Kali to prevent any of the forearms and punches to hit a more vulnerable area. Bob throws a back kick and it nails Kali in the knee. KK stumbles back, stunned. Bob turns around and he fires forward with some heavy right hands into Kali’s head!! The fans go wild!! Smack! Smack! SMACK!!! A third right hand sends Kali to the mat! Grenier drops to his knees and he goes to work, punching KK in the head as the fans inside the barn continue to cheer. The Amish folk look on like, ‘Wow, that’s a lot of punches.’ but they, too, seem to be leaning into it, enjoying it~

Jones: Grenier fighting back! Kali is dangerous, no doubt but Bob Grenier is no stranger to a violent brawl.

Hood: Nope. He’s got as many fleshy stories scrawled across his forehead as Kali does.

Jones: Grenier’s first ‘big’ match as an OCW star took place inside a steel cage against Scott Syren and Chad Vargas.

~In Cage #3 Storm manages to grab Claudius in a headlock...however, Augustus slips out of it and pops up behind Storm, holding his arm and locking it behind Mark’s back. Storm winces in pain. Claudius seamlessly transitions into a headlock of his own, snaring Mark by the head and locking it under his arm...he then takes Mark over with a side headlock! Storm slaps the mat in frustration as Claudius applies the pressure, making Storm pay for giving him a window of opportunity~

Jones: Mark Storm is a veteran, we all know that. Claudius was the wildcard and, well, it appears he knows a thing or two about wrestling.

Hood: I mean, it’s kinda dumb to underestimate anybody in this match. Nobody would jump into the fryer like this if they weren’t prepared. Well, excluding Sebastian Stone. But, ya know, he’s not the brightest bulb.

Jones: I firework that never goes off.

~And we cut to Cage #2...Ray-Ray has the door open and he hands his precious RED WHITE AND BLUE jacket to an OCW employee. The fans inside the barn applaud his patriotic nature. The Amish folk go wild. Ray-Ray salutes the employee carrying his jacket...the employee gives kind of a nervous side eye before shuffling off. Ray-Ray turns around and BLAST!! He gets smacked in the face by a flying knee from CJ!! The boos pour in!! Ray-Ray is stunned, leaning into the ropes. CJ stays on him with right hands to the face, pummeling the lanky wrestler until he drops to one knee. Gruff has the door lock and gets out of the way. CJ takes a few steps back before charging in and hitting Ray-Ray in the face with another flying knee!! This one sends Ray-Ray through the ropes with his head hitting into the steel cage!! Half his body is draped over the middle rope, toward the ropes...his lower half hanging inside the ring~

Jones: CJ doing what CJ does...taking advantage of every angle.

Hood: Dude, the bell rang. They’re in a cage. I’m surprised CJ waited THAT long. Just shows what a true patriot he is.

Jones: I guess.

~And back to Cage #1. THE MYSTERIOUS El Knuckle finishes slinging the MIGHTY SCYTHE around and he charges, going for a LITERAL death blow. But BRIM reaches up and he grabs the MIGHTY SCYTHE by the handle and rips it away from El Knuckle!! He tosses the MIGHTY SCYTHE to the side. El Knuckle looks up at BRIM like “OH SHIT!” BRIM kicks El Knuckle in the gut and he hoists him up. He gets him over his back, facing toward the mat and he drops him with CRACKIN NECKS!!!! El Knuckle goes limp! BRIM flips over and makes the cover! Scruff slides in with the count~

1!

2!

3!!!!!

EL KNUCKLE IS ELIMINATED

~The fans inside the barn and dismayed and disappointed. Scruff pops to his feet and he opens the door to Cage #1. BRIM grabs El Knuckle and he slings him out of the cage to the ground. The door is shut and re-locked. The Amish folk lean back in awe of BRIM’s aggression and strength. The participants in the other three cages pause and look over into Cage #1 as BRIM sees them all and yells out, “THAT’S RIGHT! LET’S GO!” Making it very clear that he came, not just to fight, but to win~

Jones: BRIM isn’t playing around. He wants another shot at Plethora.

Hood: Yea well he just treated El Knuckle like he were a member of the Enhancement Talent roster. Brutal.

Jones: And he’s taken the MIGHTY SCYTHE from El Knuckle sooo….does it belong to BRIM now?

Hood: The plot thickens.

~Inside Cage #4, Grenier looks over at BRIM for a second like, “Shit. He’s not fucking around.” He takes his eye off Kali for a second...long enough for Kali to reach up with both hands, gripping Bob by the throat. KK fights to his feet, pulling Grenier along. Grenier tries to break Kali’s grip, but KK is too strong...KK hoists Bob up and throws him back into a corner. Bob’s body hits HARD. Kali charges in with a HUGE clothesline! He rips Grenier out of the corner by the hair and slings him through the ropes, against the steel cage! Bob’s body hits HARD, finding nothing but cold, hard steel. He falls to the apron, roughly. Kali kicks at him. He then pulls Bob up...the ropes in between them and he grips Bob by the back of the head and thrusts forward, trying to slam Bob’s face into the cage so he can rake his skin across the chain linked fence. But, Bob extends his arms, gripping the fence, using all the strength he has to prevent that from happening~

Jones: These two are having an absolute brawl. It won’t be long until the blood flows inside that fourth cage.

Hood: The blood’s gonna come from Bobert. Kali is about to rake his face across that steel like Bob owes him money.

Jones: Maybe some of these fans inside the barn will smoke out and chill Killa down.

Hood: Yea, that ain’t happening.

~Back to Cage #3...Claudius holds onto his side headlock, wrenching Storm’s neck and keeping him pinned to the mat. Storm maneuvers and squirms...he senses and opening and he kicks his legs up, wrapping them around Claudius’ head and yanking back! He breaks free and smothers Claudius down to the mat with a headscissors!! Augustus grunts in pain, annoyed. He moves his legs around, feeling for something as we see an amalgamation of pain and annoyance on his reddening face. Storm flexes the muscles in his legs, applying increased pressure, trying to subdue the Modern Day Roman Emperor~

Jones: Meanwhile, these two continue to wrestle. How refreshing.

Hood: Got this giant steel beast you’re competing inside and you wanna do rest holds. WEAK ASS BOOKING

Jones: Everybody has their style, Hood.

~Cage #2 sees CJ pulling Ray-Ray back into the ring by his legs. He flips Ray-Ray onto his back before pulling him to his feet. CJ knees Ray-Ray in the abdomen before grabbing him by the head and locking in a muy thai clinch!! CJ begins to lift knees, aiming for Ray-Ray’s face. But, Ray-Ray is able to dodge and block just enough so that they miss making a direct impact. The fans in the barn begin to chant “U-S-RAY! U-S-RAY!” Ray-Ray fires up!! CJ feels like he’s losing control...he tries to break Ray-Ray’s nose with a knee, but misses. Ray-Ray yells and he first up, breaking free from the clinch and shoves CJ into the ropes...CJ bounces off and Ray-Ray slaps the mother fucking shit out of CJ’s chest with an open palmed strike!!! CJ stumbles back into a corner, holding his chest in pain. Ray-Ray pauses holding his head, the effects of two flying knees lingering~

Jones: Ray-Ray fighting back. He’s one of the more popular dark horses in this match.

Hood: A lot of talk that this guy could be a main event player in OCW. He certainly looked the part last week.

Jones: Meanwhile, he’s in the ring with another warrior. A man who has been fighting and fighting for years to reach the main event.

~BRIM, inside Cage #1 picks up the MIGHTY SCYTHE. He holds it up high and he brings it crashing down across his knee, breaking the wooden handle in two. The fans in the barn go wild! BRIM then tosses the severed halves of the once menacing weapon over the top of the cage and into the fans. They catch the handle...they dodge the scythe as it impales into the earth. BRIM then looks around him...he sees Kali and Grenier trying to kill each other. He sees a big, powerful Ray-Ray taking control over CJ...and then he sees Storm and Augustus wrestling. He heads toward the centerpoint of the yard, where all four cages meet...he climbs onto the middle rope...then the top...the corner’s bending. He reaches up onto the metal of the cage and starts to climb~

Jones: BRIM just broke the MIGHTY SCYTHE and now he’s ascending to the top of the yard!

Hood: I don’t know about this...I’d have probably just chilled in my cage and let them come to me.

Jones: A pragmatic strategy. But BRIM wants to fight.

Hood: True and, given his options, he’s picking what appears to be the ‘safest’ cage.

~Inside Cage #4, Bob throws a back elbow, smashing Kali in the midsection! KK doubles over, stumbling back. Bob grips the cage and he begins to climb up the side. He gets about halfway up and stops. Kali stands upright and looks at Bob...Bob then lets go of the side of the cage and he performs a trust fall from the side of the cage...the entire weight of his body falling on top of Kali, taking him down the mat!! All 222lbs of Grenier ass slams into Kali, squashing him into the mat!! The fans go wild! Several of whom have sparked their free drug of recreation while indulging on G-Mama’s finest baked goods. Grenier rolls off of Kali and gets to his feet. KK holds his midsection in pain, trying to sit up...Bob runs forward and he stomps into Kali’s gut. Bob turns around and backs into a corner...he runs forward again...this time he jumps up and delivers a double foot stomp into Kali’s gut!! KK rolls over, curling up and holding his midsection in pain as Bob stops at the ropes and throws an arm up toward the fans...they yell out “LOPAKA!!!” A nice throwback to a semi-forgotten era~

Jones: And Grenier back in control. He continues to prevent Kali from unleashing some next-level violence.

Hood: Never thought I’d see a scenario where Bob fuckin Grenier would be the least violent man in the ring.

Jones: Killa Kali has been unleashed on OCW.

~Claudius, inside Cage #3, remains locked inside the headscissors. Storm continues to apply the pressure. Augustus kicks his legs up...Storm looks at him like ‘wtf’. Claudius does it again, with some added momentum this time and he manages to kick up and over, onto his head, placing his hands on the mat and performing a handstand. Storm gets flipped onto his front side...he quickly crawls away, releasing the headscissors. Augustus, freed from the headscissors, falls back...the ropes shoot him forward and he lands on his feet, turning upright. The fans are impressed with his awareness and agility. Storm scrambles to his feet. He’s a little annoyed that Augustus escaped and that he’s wearing such a haughty expression. So, he walks up and shoves Claudius. Claudius shoves Storm back...they’re about to come to blows when a giant shadow covers both men~

Jones: Uh oh

Hood: LOOK OUT

~Augustus and Storm both look overhead and spot BRIM at the top of the yard...all 385lbs of him. He’s standing at the center of the four cages, where the structure is the strongest. Augustus and Storm stand shoulder to shoulder, staring up at the 3x Savage Champion. BRIM leans forward and he dives off the top of the yard!! The fans yell out with fright, holding their breath. BRIM falls down at Claudius and Storm, taking them both down with a double clothesline!!!! Storm and Augustus flip over, backwards, landing face down on the mat!! BRIM hits the mat on his knees, hard before tumbling forward, into the ropes...he lays back, wincing, holding his knees in pain. The fans in the barn chant “HOLY SHIT!!!” The Amish folk are also amazed, chanting “GOOD HEAVENS!”~

Jones: Unbelievable! BRIM put it all on the line to take both men down!

Hood: Crazy. Just goes to show what these guys will do to get a shot at the OCW Title. Especially those who have been there before...or at least close enough to allow themselves a chance to entertain the idea of holding that belt.

Jones: The theme song for tonight is called ‘whacked’ and it’s about addiction. There’s no drug more addictive than professional success and there is no achievement that encapsulates success more than the OCW Championship.

~Ray-Ray takes pause...the entire yard shakes from BRIM’s fall. He looks into Cage #3 like “Geezus.” CJ hops onto the second rope, a giant red welt on his chest. He leaps off with a cross body at Ray-Ray...but Ray-Ray catches him and spins around, slamming CJ into the mat!! The fans inside the barn go wild!! “US-RAY! US-RAY!” Ray-Ray pops back to his feet, feeding off the fans. CJ is down, holding his back in pain. Ray-Ray heads for the nearest corner...he quickly ascends to the top rope, staring down at CJ. CJ struggles to his feet, continuing to reach for his back...he stumbles around and Ray-Ray leaps off the top rope and he blasts CJ in the chest with another giant slap!!! Grizzly Wintergreen Straight Cut!!! CJ falls to the mat!! Ray-Ray makes the cover...Scruff slides in with the count~

1!

2!

3...NO!

Jones: CJ kicks out!

Hood: Geezus...that big dude can slap. That’s for sure.

Jones: There’s tale around the trough that he’s a face slapping champion. I have no idea how true it is.

Hood: Well he’s the slap champion inside the Prison Yard. That much is verified.

~Back inside Cage #1 Grenier snares Kali by the head...Bob’s demeanor has changed. That violent energy he couldn’t get rid of in his younger years has returned. Kali has made it clear the story in this cage is going to be a violent one...get on board or get left behind. Bob pulls Kali to his feet and he whips him into the ropes. Bob charges right behind Kali. Kali hits the ropes and Bob greets him with an immediate clothesline that sends Kali over the top rope and onto the apron. Grenier places his foot into Kali’s throat and shoves forward, pressing down against KK’s throat while forcing KK’s head against the side of the cage~

Jones: Bob Grenier has descended into Kali’s level of depravity.

Hood: Let’s get some blood! LET’S GO!

Jones: I don’t think we’re far off.

~BRIM marches around Cage #2, working his legs out, getting that pain to leave his knees. Claudius and Storm remain face down. BRIM goes toward Claudius, ripping the emperor off the mat. He spins Augustus around and wraps both hands around his throat, bullying him into a corner. Claudius comes to and tries to hit BRIM in the arm to weaken his grip, but BRIM is too strong. BRIM chokes Claudius in the corner, forcing him down to the mat...Augustus falls to his ass. BRIM chokes and chokes, dropping to one knee and bringing his face near The Emperor’s. BRIM sneers while Augustus coughs. Puff works his chubby body into frame, checking Claudius to see if he’s out. But Augustus is stubborn, he refuses to get choked out...but at some point matter pulls the plug on mind. SMACK! BRIM pauses, raising up. He turns around and sees Mark Storm behind him...Storm nailed him with a Double Axe Handle...but it didn’t do a whole lot. BRIM points at Storm, letting YOUR HERO and MINE know he fucked up. He leaves Augustus behind in the corner, half conscious. Storm hits the ropes...BRIM turns around, hulking, flexing...ready to take Storm on. Storm slides under BRIM’s legs. BRIM spins around and Storm kicks him in the head with a roundhouse kick!!! BRIM is rocked!! Storm spins back around with a heel kick!!! BRIM stumbles back a few steps. Storm measures BRIM up and he lunges forward with a SUPERKICK!!! BRIM falls back into the ropes...his arms getting tangled between the top and middle ropes!! BRIM’s stuck!!! Storm looks down at him, smiling. BRIM tries to pull his arms free, but he can’t~

Jones: BRIM’s stuck!!

Hood: Damn, big people problems.

Jones: Storm is free to wail away on him. My how the tables have turned!

~In the cage next door, Ray-Ray returns to his feet...he’s not bothered by the near count. He’s on the precipice of defeating CJ! He pops to his feet, fired up! “US-RAY! US-RAY!” no Duke chants...not inside this barn of madness. He pulls CJ to his feet, looking to finish the job. Ray-Ray wraps his giant hands around CJ’s neck from behind. Is it a nerve hold? A choke? We’re not sure...probably anything Ray-Ray’s hands want it to be, if we’re being honest. CJ jumps up and his feet find the middle rope...he kicks off and flips over Ray-Ray!! CJ’s soars over the near seven foot tall Nelson, landing on his feet behind Ray-Ray. CJ hits the ropes...Ray-Ray spins around and CRACK!!! He gets hit in the head with Irish Knowledge!!! CJ’s signature running knee...that, plus the two earlier knee shots send Ray-Ray to the mat!! CJ dives on top for the pin...Gruff drops down, making the count~

1!

2!

3!!!!!

~The fans inside the barn BOOOO! The Amish people boo, far more politely. The fan favorite has been eliminated~

GARRY RAY-RAY NELSON IS ELIMINATED

Jones: NO!

Hood: Damn, this is the day America officially fell.

Jones: That damn CJ. He’s so crafty.

Hood: The fallout from this should be interesting. Ray-Ray is tied to JPD and, well, it’s pretty well known JPD and CJ do NOT like each other.

Jones: Well, we’ll see what comes of that. More headaches for the Dukes, I’d imagine. Regardless...we’re suddenly down to six competitors.

Hood: Let’s go!

~Ray-Ray is removed from Cage #2 leaving CJ all alone. CJ looks outside the cage at Ray-Ray, who is being helped out of the barn...CJ mocks him, all brash and confident, even though his chest looks like it’s about to explode. He finds a corner and takes a seat on the middle buckle where he can see Cage #4 and Cage #3. It appears he’s going to watch for awhile~

Jones: CJ doing what you said BRIM should have. He’s going to relax and force the action to head his way.

Hood: Fuckin right. That’s using your head! IRISH KNOWLEDGE

Jones: This, in my mind, puts CJ in the driver’s seat.

~We’re back in Cage #4. Bob stops choking Kali with his boot. He steps through the ropes and pulls Kali up...both men are on the apron, between the ropes and the cage...not much room. Bob tries to slam Kali’s face into the cage...but Kali grabs onto the fence like Bob did, preventing it from happening. KK reaches out, grabbing Bob by the hair and he tries to slam his face into the cage...but Bob blocks it. These men are at a stale mate. Finally, Bob kicks his leg up and hits the elbow of Kali’s arm which is being used to block the impact. Bob them SLAMS Kali head first into the cage! The fans go wild! Kali doesn’t falter...he kicks Bob’s arm, mimicking Grenier’s act and he slams Bob’s face into the cage! The fans boo! Bob then slams Kali’s face into the cage a second time. Kali responds. These two go back and forth with the fans booing Kali and cheering Bob~

Jones: They’re taking turns slamming each other’s face into the cage!

Hood: LET THERE BE BLOOD

Jones: The scar tissue on both men’s foreheads is about to rip wide open!

~Face smash after face smash. “Boos” followed by “Yays!!” Bob’s face, Kali’s face...slamming repeatedly into the side of the cage until, finally, it seems Bob begins to lose his standing. Kali slams Bob’s face into the cage over and over and over again. He pulls back, staring at Bob...Bob’s forehead is busted wide open, blood beginning to ooze out and coat his face. Kali smiles...some blood leaks into Bob’s mouth. Bob’s eyes suddenly pop open and he spits the blood in Kali’s face!!! Kali is stunned...Bob returns the favor, smash, smash, smash...Kali’s face hits the steel fencing until Bob spins him around to look at him...Kali’s forehead is gashed. Blood starts to leak down his face, creating a crimson mask. Bob laughs and leans forward with a HUGE headbutt! Blood splatters into the air!! Kali is rocked, stumbling back, leaning against the post. Bob moves forward...but Kali kicks him in the groin...he then takes Bob’s head and he starts to rake Bob’s face against the steel. The fans nearby cover their eyes. The Amish people hide their eyes...a few dry heave. Bob’s legs buckle...Kali stops and Bob falls backward, through the ropes and onto the mat, his arms spread out. His head covered in blood, his eyes shut~

Jones: I feel like the levee has broken. All hell has broken loose in Cage 4.

Hood: Geezus, these guys are gonna spill buckets before this thing is over. We’ve still got six wrestlers left!

Jones: Kali isn’t the type to ease into things. He’s zero to one hundred as quickly as possible.

~Back into Cage #3. Storm is punching away on the head of BRIM, who remains locked in the ropes. Puff looks on, wanting to help BRIM out but knowing he can’t...it’d be overstepping. Claudius remains down, in the corner, his eyes barely open, his throat red and bothered. Storm delivers a straight right hand into BRIM’s head...BRIM looks up at him, fire in his eyes, “HIT ME AGAIN!” Storm hits BRIM. BRIM yells back, “Is that the best you got?!” Storm looks around like, “Is this guy serious?” He gives BRIM a very stiff right hand. BRIM is stunned...but he shakes it off and looks up at Storm, smiling. So, Storm hits the ropes...he bounces off and he charges at BRIM with a boot to the face!!! The fans respond with a ‘ooohhhh!!!’ This does the job. BRIM is shaken...his head leans forward. Storm stands over him, shaking his head at the belligerence and anger that resides within the near 400lb competitor~

Jones: BRIM is as tough as they come but the human body has its limits.

Hood: Yea but if he gets free...oh man is there gonna be hell to pay.

Jones: It’s kind of a weird spot...how do you beat BRIM when he’s in the ropes like that?

Hood: Knock him the fuck out. You can be eliminated from this thing via the knock out.

Jones: Good point.

~And, as if Storm hears Hood...he backs up against the cage, looking at BRIM from a side angle, measuring him up for another kick. BRIM’s head hangs...his eyes barely open. Storm leans against the cage wall that is right up against Cage 2...he gets ready to spring forward...but his momentum is stopped! Storm’s head is jerked back, violently. CJ’s hand is reaching through the cage, grabbing hold of Storm’s hair! Storm is trapped~

Jones: It’s that damn CJ!

Hood: Haha...love it! Pick your spots, CJ!

Jones: CJ and Paramount have history with Mark Storm. Let’s just say, they aren’t the biggest fans.

~Storm reaches back, trying to pull CJ’s hand off his hair. The ring shakes, Storm looks forward and he gets gutted with a knee into the midsection by Claudius!! CJ shoves Storm forward, releasing his grip. Storm stumbles into Claudius who knees him in the midsection and grabs him by the head...Augustus then lifts Storm up and drops him with a Snap Suplex! Storm hits hard, reaching for his back in pain as Augustus sits up and rubs his throat...he leans over to cough~

Jones: And CJ’s distraction was enough to give Claudius a chance to get back into this match.

Hood: BRIM basically crushed his throat...but look at him, still fighting. That’s an emperor we can all be proud of.

Jones: I might agree with you if I hadn’t seen him completely torture and dehumanize an employee.

Hood: The guy’s name is PIG. Let’s not act like what happened is some huge fuckin tragedy.

~Storm gets to one knee. Augustus rises to his feet. Storm’s back is to Claudius. Claudius kicks him in the back of the head, sending him crashing front first onto the mat. Behind Claudius we see BRIM look up, awakening from the kick to the head. He scowls, trying to get free. Augustus pays him no mind, pulling Storm to his feet and hooking him before slinging him backward with a Russian Leg Sweep! Storm hits hard, holding his neck. Claudius returns to his feet...he sees the ropes shaking and he looks over his shoulder at BRIM. BRIM is pulling and ripping his arms, trying to get them free. Augustus sneers. He pulls Storm back up and lifts him up quickly before dropping him with an Inverted Atomic Drop!!! Storm falls back into the ropes...he bounces off and stumbles into the open arms of Claudius...Claudius tosses him over his head with a release Belly-to-Belly sending Storm’s body crashing into BRIM!!! Storm’s back SLAMS into BRIM’s head!!! The fans pop for the impact!! The impact is so tremendous, however, that it frees BRIM from the ropes!!! BRIM falls to the mat, on his side! Storm winds up on his back, laid out~

Jones: Tremendous assault on Storm by Claudius. There’s just one problem...BRIM is free.

Hood: Free as a bird...and this bird you cannot CHAAAANGE

Jones: Please, save the bad karaoke for the after party.

Hood: -sigh- okay

~CJ laughs at the carnage inside Cage 3. Inside Cage 4, Kali looks down at Bob...he’s out, he’s covered in blood. It looks like a crime scene. Kali hears laughing...he looks up and sees CJ. CJ pauses and stops laughing...his head turns and he sees Kali staring at him with those wild, crazy eyes through the cage. CJ tilts his head back. Kali steps over Grenier and heads for the corner at the center of the yard. He points at CJ, “I’m comin for you, bitch.” CJ steps back...surely Kali wouldn’t? He’s got Bob where he wants him. But, he doesn’t know the man he’s dealing with. Kali steps up and grabs onto the cage...he starts the climb toward the center of the entire yard. CJ looks up, swallowing hard, realizing his life in the yard is about to get way more complicated~

Jones: Kali is leaving Bob behind to go after CJ!

Hood: Killa Kali does know he can pin people, right? This isn’t just about beating people up.

Jones: Oh, I’m sure he does. But I think he wants to get his hands on CJ. He didn’t get that opportunity last week.

Hood: True. Plus, the dude is straight up crazy.

~Kali reaches the top of the cage..he stands tall inside the barn...all the fans looking up at him. The lights in the barn shining directly down on him. CJ prepares for anything...but Kali doesn’t jump. Instead he starts to climb down. CJ sees his opportunity...he runs forward, hops on the middle buckle and grabs Kali by the leg, trying to rip him down. Kali’s hands grip the sides of the cage. CJ pulls and pulls...Kali takes his other leg and he kicks CJ in the face!! CJ falls backward, onto the mat. Kali hops down, onto the top buckle...he turns around. CJ struggles to his feet and Kali leaps off the top rope...all 265lbs of him, with a cross body onto CJ!!! The fans go wild!! Kali lands on top of CJ and he begins to punch The Distinguished in his forehead!~

Jones: These fans are behind Kali all of a sudden. Their hate for CJ cannot be surpassed.

Hood: CJ is the villain they know they hate. Kali is the villain they’ve yet to truly get to know.

Jones: Good point. There’s a chance Kali could be a worse villain than CJ.

Hood: Oh, I know he is.

~Kali mauls CJ in Ring 2. Inside Ring 3, Augustus goes to pick Storm up but he notices BRIM stirring. He has a bit of indecision. Storm fires up and punches Claudius in the head! Augustus stumbles back. Storm leaps up and dropkicks Claudius in the face, sending him staggering through the ropes and onto the apron, wedged against the side of the cage next to Cage 4. Storm heads for Claudius but he pauses, sensing danger. He turns around and he sees it...BRIM. BRIM is back on his feet...his arms look worn and his face battered. But, his determination is as fierce and sturdy as ever. Storm forgets Claudius, giving BRIM his full attention~

Jones: And BRIM is freed and he has risen!

Hood: Yea, good move by Storm. Forget the Emperor...take down the beast.

Jones: If he can. Facing a monster like BRIM inside the ‘yard’ has got to be a living nightmare.

~Storm lunges at BRIM with a Thesz Press...but BRIM catches him!!! Storm tries punching BRIM in the head to keep from getting slammed or thrown. BRIM stumbles around, losing his balance. Storm kicks his legs and he spins around, hooking BRIM’s head for a Tornado DDT...but BRIM tosses Storm high in the air!! Storm soars...he comes down, BRIM catches him and he DRILLS him into the mat with a Powerslam!!! The entire yard shakes from impact!! Claudius sits up, watching the action...he sees BRIM’s power in action and he ‘nopes’ right out of that...he turns and begins to climb the wall of Cage 3. BRIM looks up, seeing Claudius trying to get away. He gets to his feet and he hustles toward The Emperor...he reaches up, grasping at The Emperor’s heels...but Claudius manages to get away, reaching the top of the yard. He looks down at BRIM, who looks up at him, pissed. Claudius then turns around and drops down the side of the cage onto the top rope in Cage 4. He looks and finds a bloodied Grenier, on his feet, stumbling around like a drunk patron after last call. Claudius springboards off the top rope and he comes down with a double axe handle right between Grenier’s eyes!!! Bob hits the mat, blood splattering. Claudius looks at his hands...blood staining them...he wipes them against the mat before making a pin. Tuff flips into view, making the count~

1!

2!

KICK OUT!!

Jones: Bob survives! But he’s losing a lot of blood.

Hood: He’ll be fine, I hear marijuana replenishes the blood.

Jones: I’ve never heard that in my life.

Hood: That’s because you never take the time to SEEK THE TRUTH

Jones: I don’t want to know your version of the truth.

~Augustus glares at Tuff, slapping his hand three times, insinuating the count was slow. Tuff moonwalks out of view. We cut to Cage 2. KK finishes punching CJ. He returns to his feet and pulls CJ along for the ride. He heads for the fence. He wants to tear CJ’s head up like he did Bob’s. And the way Bob did his. Kali’s face remains a crimson mess, blood dripping from his chin. He slings CJ at the ropes, trying to toss him over, but CJ holds onto the top rope. Kali drills CJ with a punch into the kidney. CJ nearly falls to the mat, pained by the impact. Kali lifts him up...he’s got him all the way up in a press slam. Kali bends his knees before throwing CJ into the side of the cage!! CJ’s body SLAMS into the steel!!! It bends from his weight...but just for a moment, before returning to its place. This fuckin yard is sturdy! CJ falls to the apron, landing on his shoulder with a painful thud~

Jones: Unbelievable strength from Kali. The more I see of this man the more impressed I become.

Hood: It’s like this match was designed specifically for him.

Jones: I’d probably shift the odds. Kali’s got to be the favorite.

Hood: Him or BRIM

~BRIM grips the side of the yard with his hands and stares a hole into The Emperor’s soul. The Emperor returns to his feet, gripping Grenier’s red, blood soaked hair. He looks back at BRIM who is eyeing him like a lion would its prey in between the only thing keeping the prey from being killed. The stare is off putting and insulting...so Claudius lets Grenier go and he walks up to BRIM, slinging some of the blood from Grenier’s head into BRIM’s face! BRIM stumbles back. He wipes the blood from his eyes and charges at the side of the cage, gripping and shaking it violently. Augustus dresses BRIM down in a way only an Emperor can. BRIM responds by cursing Claudius out. The argument is cut short when Mark Storm leaps into view with a knee into BRIM’s back!!! BRIM’s head slams into the side of the cage! Augustus backs up. BRIM turns around, holding his head. He bends over...Storm kicks him right in the face, straightening him out...Storm hits the ropes...he bounces off and he leaps into the air with a flying forearm!! He hits BRIM right in the head...BRIM drops to one knee. Storm pops back to his feet...he charges forward and cracks BRIM in the head with a SHINING WIZARD!! BRIM falls to the mat! Storm rises to one knee, throwing his arms into the air! The fans go wild!!! The Amish folk cheer as well~

Jones: Mark Storm has taken BRIM down!

Hood: Thunder clouds rolling in! The crops are about to get fed!

Jones: While Claudius ran from BRIM...Storm remained in that cage and he’s fighting the beast with everything he’s got. That’s what makes him YOUR Hero and MINE!

~Augustus observes the action taking place in Cage 3. He’s taken over by Bob! Bob rolls him up for a pin….but Claudius rolls through, getting to his feet quickly. He goes after Bob...but Bob puts both feet in The Emperor’s chest and shoves! Augustus hits the ropes and bounces off...Grenier rolls onto his stomach...Claudius jumps over him and hits the ropes. Bob pops to his feet...he leapfrogs over Augustus, showing the veteran still has some spring in his legs. Augustus hits the ropes a third time and Bob slings him across the ring with a Deep Arm Drag!!! Augustus flies, hitting the ring hard and sliding into the ropes. He hurries, trying to get to his feet...but Bob comes flying in like a missile with a SPEAR!!! The spear sends Augustus through the ropes, his back slamming into the cage! Bob’s head spikes into the metal, sending the OCW legend tumbling back into the ring, holding his head in pain. Augustus falls through the ropes, landing on the apron holding his back in pain~

Jones: Bob Grenier has no regard for his well being. My gosh, he just threw his already wounded head into that cage with that spear.

Hood: That’s what you gotta do if you’re gonna win something like this. Gotta lay it all out, man.

Jones: But at what cost?

Hood: You really think Bob fuckin Grenier weighs the cost of his actions? The dude just acts, man. It’s all about the now.

~Back in Cage 2...CJ is trying to get to his feet. Kali aids him along the way, grabbing a handful of hair and ripping CJ to his feet. He slings him head first into the side of the cage..CJ’s face meets cold steel. Kali keeps CJ’s face pressed against the metal, preparing to rake it around like he did Bob’s. CJ knows what’s coming...so he frantically reaches behind him and grabs Kali’s head with his free left arm..he drops to the mat and hits Kali with a stunner...using the rope as the impact point!! Kali’s throat hits the top rope and he falls backward, grasping at his neck in pain! CJ leans over the middle rope, facing the ring, arms hanging...he reaches up, feeling around his head. It’s tender to the touch, but there’s no blood~

Jones: CJ doing everything he can to keep that lunatic off him.

Hood: Kali just wants blood, man. I’m not even sure he cares if he wins...he just wants to make everyone bleed.

Jones: A unique philosophy. One shaped by years behind bars, I’d imagine.

~Back in Cage 3. BRIM is struggling to get to his feet. Storm waits. BRIM gets to one knee and Storm rushes forward with a penalty kick to the fuckin face! BRIM’s head jerks back...spit and blood flying through the air! Storm measures BRIM up...he charges in, throws his legs at BRIM, wraps them around his head, spins around and he SPIKES BRIM’s head into the mat with a hurricanrana from the knees!! BRIM is face down as Storm gets to his feet, fired up~

Jones: Mark Storm has BRIM reeling!

Hood: Man, if he pins BRIM...he’s a made man.

Jones: Not just pinning BRIM...but pinning BRIM inside the Prison Yard.

~BRIM won’t stay down...he pushes himself up, back onto his knees...Storm hits the ropes...he bounces off and he Shoot to Kill!!! A flush knee to the face!! BRIM leans into Storm...Storm grabs his arms and extends them...he lifts his leg and he starts to kick BRIM in the face over and over and over again!! The fans rally behind Storm, chanting and cheering. The Amish are, too...the violence not bothering them at this stage...an immunity, a tolerance being built up~

Jones: Kill Storm Kill!!! He’s kicking BRIM into submission!

Hood: Okay, I can get behind this version of Mark Storm. He’s unhinged and willing to do what it takes.

Jones: We might finally be getting the Storm we’ve wanted to see for so long.

~Stomp stomp stomp!!! BRIM’s on his back as Storm stomps and stomps until, finally, he relents. BRIM is on his back, breathing. Blood is leaking from his nose and above his left eye. The kicks have done their damage. Storm doubles over, grabbing at his trunks, taking a breather. The fans are all cheering and urging him on...he looks out at them. They all raise their hands, except one...a woman in a hood and mask, covering the lower half of her face. Storm builds up some energy and he hits the ropes...as he does, the woman steps forward and she slings a chair at the cage!!! She hits Storm in the back of the head!! CRACK!!!! Storm stumbles forward, holding the back of his head. The fans in the barn are shocked~

Jones: What the?!

Hood: Who is THAT?!

Jones: I don’t know, but she has a steel chair and she just used it to hit Storm in the head through the cage.

~Storm, disturbed and thrown, turns around, his balance off. He heads for the side of the cage to get a close look at what happened. He gets up close and SMASH!! She hits him in the face with the chair!!! Storm staggers back. More booos!! Behind Storm, BRIM rises, doubled over. Storm stumbles backward, into BRIM...BRIM raises up, hooking Storm over his back!! Storm’s upside down, across BRIM’s back!! BRIM leaps up and he drops Storm with CRACKIN NECKS!!!! Storm is out!!! BRIM lays across him for the pin...Puff tumbles in, making the count~

1!

2!

3!!!!

~The fans booo!!! A few rush at the woman with the chair...but she swings the chair wildly at them, keeping them away~

MARK STORM IS ELIMINATED

Jones: What the? NO!

Hood: Whew...hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. I don’t know what that woman has against Mark Storm but she is pissed.

Jones: Whoever she is...she just cost Mark Storm a chance at winning the biggest match of his life! That’s not fair!

Hood: Fuck your definition of fair. Again, that’s life.

~Storm is helped out of the ring. The mystery woman tries to go after him with the chair but OCW security restrains her, dragging her out of the barn. Tired of being manhandled...she drops the chair and shoves herself away from them, exiting the barn under her own power. Storm, meanwhile, he helped out of the barn by The Knife Man and some other medics on hand. The door is shut and re-locked. BRIM remains down, staring up at the barn lights~

Jones: A heartbreaker for Storm. But if what we saw tonight is any indication, he’s not going anywhere any time soon.

Hood: Yea...so now we’re down to five.

Jones: Yep. Four wrestlers I think most people figured would make it this far and...the darkhorse, Claudius Augustus.

Hood: Fuckin Emperor hanging in there.

~BRIM’s gonna chill for awhile. He’s earned it. Back in Cage 4, Augustus returns to his feet, sandwiched between the ropes and the cage...the side wedged up against Cage 3 where BRIM remains, resting. Bob is on his feet, middle of the ring, leaving a trail of blood behind wherever he goes. He heads for Claudius. The Emperor puts his hands up to stop Bob but Bob fights through them, his slick, soaked face sliding between the hands of the Emperor so his mouth can open and his teeth can bite Claudius on the nose!! Augustus yells out!! He takes his hand and he tries to rip Bob’s eye out! Bob stumbles back, protecting his eye!! Augustus looks up, holding his nose, blood leaks through the cracks in his fingers. He can feel it. He slings blood to the ground and we see the skin on his nose torn and some blood coming out of his nostrils. He’s pissed. He steps through the ropes. Bob, his left eye shut, wounded from the attempted gouge urges Claudius on. The Emperor greets him with a right hand. Bob responds with a right hand!! The fans go wild as the two wrestlers pummel each other with right hand after right hand...blood flying and staining the mat after each blow~

Jones: The only person in this match who isn’t bleeding is CJ!

Hood: Smartest man in the company.

Jones: Bob has dragged Claudius down to his level. The technical aspect of this sport has been shucked in favor of the violent underbelly.

~As is the case with any competitor being dragged out of their element, Bob starts to win the brawl!! The Emperor’s head bounces back and forth with each right hand. He stumbles back, losing his base. The blood from his nose continues to flow. Bob delivers a chop to mix things up, sending Claudius falling back into a corner. Bob then measures him up and delivers a straight right hand into The Emperor’s forehead! The impact stuns him so severely that he falls to his ass in the corner. Bob leans forward, jamming his knee into the face of Claudius, pressing the other side of his face up against the cage~

Jones: Bob Grenier is giving Claudius Augustus his personalized greeting. Welcome to OCW.

Hood: Where’s PIG when you need him?

Jones: He’d have to climb over the cage to get in there, Hood and, well, that might be asking too much of PIG.

~Grenier ceases with pressing his knee into the Emperor’s face. He grabs Claudius by the legs and drags him into the center of the ring. Bob hooks them under his arms...he spins around a bit...but not too long, the blood loss doesn’t make for a great equilibrium...Bob then falls back sling shotting Claudius through the air and crashing front first into the cage!!! The Emperor stumbles back and Bob rolls him up for a pin...this time he’s got him down. Tuff flips in and makes the count~

1!

2!

KICK OUT!!

Jones: Kick out by Claudius! He needs to break this momentum or he’s going to be our next elimination.

Hood: I can’t stand to see Rome fall again. NOT AGAIN

Jones: You didn’t see it fall the first time.

Hood: Sure I did. I’ve got the History Channel you fool.

~Back in Cage 3, BRIM remains down, holding his battered head. We cut to Cage 2. CJ sees Kali returning to his feet...so, he jumps up and springboards off the top rope, throwing his knee at KK’s head. KK turns his head to the side, blood flying through the air. He dodges the knee. CJ hits the mat but keeps running...he leaps onto the ropes and springboards off with a springboard moonsault...but Kali catches him!!! CJ tries to get free...but Kali’s too strong...he jumps up and he SPIKES CJ’s head into the mat with a jumping tombstone!!! CJ’s body goes limp. He falls on his back!! Kali makes the cover, proving that he DOES know the rules. Gruff falls into view, making the count~

1!

2!

3...NO!

Jones: CJ survives...barely.

Hood: Okay, CJ. Kick Kali in the nuts and crawl into another cage.

Jones: Nice to see you preaching bravery.

Hood: I preach survival. Bravery gets you killed.

~KK doesn’t bitch about the count. The guy is having fun. He returns to his feet and he kicks CJ in the head! CJ rolls over, onto all fours, protecting his noggin. Kali grabs him by the hair, yanking him up...he drags him into a corner and he starts to pound CJ’s head into the top buckle over and over and over. The fans count...they reach 9...they are super excited for 10...but Kali stops short of 10 and gives them all the middle finger. They BOOOOOO Killa Kali. He laughs. He spins CJ around and he rips at his eyes and nose!! CJ yells out, trying to get this maniac off him. He kicks Kali in the knee, sending the big man stumbling back. CJ charges at him...but Kali moves and grabs CJ...he throws him at the cage!! But CJ reaches out, grabbing the cage with his hands and kicking Kali in the gut with a mule kick~

Jones: Kali is trying like hell to cut CJ open but CJ keeps fighting it off.

Hood: He’s gotta look his best for whenever Alice Knight returns from hibernation.

Jones: I mean, that might actually be on his mind. Sure.

~Kali doubles over. CJ jumps on the middle rope and springboards off with a back elbow...but Kali rises and catches CJ on his shoulders!! CJ is suddenly caught in the Electric Chair position!! He freaks out...this is not good. He tries to punch and claw at Kali’s busted head...but Kali doesn’t give a fuck. The more blood the better. KK bends over and he charges, like a bull toward the side of the cage...CJ’s eyes widen and his arms extend, gripping the cage, preventing a face on steel impact. Kali backs up, pulling CJ away. He finds another side of the cage and repeats the process, charging with his head down, trying to ram CJ’s head into the cage...but, again, CJ extends his arms, blocking the impact~

Jones: The unstoppable force meeting the immovable object. CJ is determined to NOT bleed and Kali is determined to MAKE him bleed.

Hood: Irish people are stubborn bastards. I gotta go with CJ here.

Jones: Betting against Kali making someone bleed inside a giant steel cage. Bold move.

Hood: Fortune favors the bold. The brave.

Jones: You just said bravery gets people killed.

Hood: Hey! Would you stop revisiting the past! Focus on what’s now! Forget what I just said!

~KK pulls CJ off the cage and stumbles back into the center of the ring. CJ remains on Kali’s shoulders. He punches Kali in the head. He hits him again and again and again, trying to break free. Kali staggers around. He considers falling backward, hitting CJ with an Electric Chair. But, he remains resolute..he’s going to figure something out. CJ hits him and hits him...he yells, “Put me the FOOK down!” Something clicks in Kali’s brain...he staggers toward a corner and falls forward, to the mat!! CJ flies forward and down and his head PINGS against the top of the ring post!!! The fans inside the barn gasp! The Amish wince. That’s gotta hurt! CJ falls backward, holding his head...he collapses to the mat, limp. His head turns to the side and we see a pretty gnarly gash right beneath his hairline...blood starts to run down his forehead. Kali sits up, he looks over and sees CJ bleeding and he laughs~

Jones: Well, he did it.

Hood: Never doubted him.

Jones: Wait, you just said.

Hood: Stop living in the past, man! LIVE IN THE NOW

~Inside Cage 3. BRIM hears the ‘PING’ from CJ’s unfortunate steel encounter. He sits up and looks over, seeing CJ bleeding all over the ring. That’s gotta hurt. BRIM gets to his feet, holding his own head...Storm hit him hard and often. He feels around his eyebrow, wincing. Blood is on his fingers. He rubs his nose, it too is tender, blood under each nostril. He rubs his lips...he spits, seeing a wad corrupted with blood. The guy is bleeding from all over. He stands up straight...the damage assessed. It can’t get any better at this point, could get a little worse...but he’s not in this thing to hide or cover up. He’s in this match to win. He eyes Cage 4. Grenier has Augustus up and shoves him into a corner. He sees Bob’s head and chest soaked in blood. He sees the bottom half of The Emperor’s face bloodied. His forehead freshly cut from being sling shotted into the cage. The Emperor’s escape hasn’t sat well with BRIM. So, he takes aim. He looks up at the top of the yard. He’s tired, he’s worn...he must conserve~

Jones: It’s a long climb and, more importantly, a long fall.

Hood: He’s climbed the fuckin thing once. You think he’ll do it again?

Jones: BRIM is weighing his options.

~BRIM grips the side of the cage like he’s gonna climb...but he shakes it...he shakes it violently. The fans in the barn step back. The entire yard shakes. Bob kicks Claudius in the groin, sending him down to the mat...he looks over at BRIM shaking and pushing the side of the cage...the side that is set up right next to his cage. What is he doing? BRIM shakes and shakes...it gets looser and looser. He finally stops and takes off...he hits the ropes, barrels forward and he throws a shoulder into the side of the cage!! It’s racked! It bends!! Bob stumbles back, concerned. BRIM runs into the ropes, bounces off and he throws his shoulder into it again...again its racked! It starts to tilt, leaning toward Bob’s ring. BRIM grabs onto the fence and he shakes it some more...it looks very, very loose~

Jones: He’s trying to break it down.

Hood: TEAR THAT WALL DOWN! IT’S GERMANY IN 1989 ALL OVER AGAIN!

Jones: I don’t think it’s THAT significant. But I get your point.

~Grenier looks on in horror. Claudius pulls himself up. He reaches out, grabbing Grenier by the head. He turns Grenier around and delivers a vicious forearm uppercut. Grenier is rocked. But, he manages to respond with a double axe handle into the fresh cut on The Emperor’s forehead. Claudius leans into the ropes. As Claudius does, he sees BRIM shaking the side of the cage like a caged beast about to break lose. He shares Bob’s initial reaction of ‘oh shit’. Bob, pissed Claudius hit him, knees The Emperor in the gut and hip tosses him into the center of the ring. Augustus hits hard. Bob goes after The Emperor...but stops when he hears thunder. He looks up and sees BRIM charging toward the side of the cage. His eyes widen. BRIM leaps into the air and he jumps over the top rope with a somesault senton into the side of the cage~

Jones: OH MY GOSH!!

Hood: HOLY SHIT!

~BRIM’s body CRASHES into the side of the cage!!! The side’s snap...whatever was holding them together is no longer functional! Bob recoils, diving through the ropes and onto the apron, covering up as the entire double sides providing the wall between Cage 4 and 3 comes crashing down!!! It falls over the ropes and into the ring, BRIM spilling across it, onto the mat. The top of the two sides narrowly miss landing on top of Claudius. BRIM returns to his feet. The fans chant “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” The Amish folk chant “HOLY MOSES! HOLY MOSES!” BRIM looks down at Claudius, who looks up, seeing this giant cage wall hovering just above him, leaning diagonally over the ropes. He moves...BRIM rips the cage walls forward, off the ropes and they flatten out, landing on top of Claudius!! He’s trapped under both cage walls! Bob looks over, shaking his head, unable to believe what BRIM’s done. The Emperor is trying to get free...but BRIM steps on top of the cage walls...Claudius yells out in pain, the metal pressing down upon him. BRIM then starts to jump, very much like some guy named Earthquake. He jumps around Claudius, pressing that steel against his body! Augustus howls in pain...the fans go wild! “OCW! OCW! OCW!” The Amish folk follow suit with “OCW!” chants~

Jones: This is unbelievable. We might need to get Claudius out of there.

Hood: He’s a fuckin emperor. Of course we need to get him out of there. Rome might depend on it!

Jones: I can’t imagine being trapped under steel with four hundred pounds of angry flesh standing over me.

Hood: You find someone who has imagined that and I’ll call up a psych ward.

Jones: -stares at whoever is writing this-

~Kali stands in the corner, witnessing BRIM’s actions. He points and laughs, “That’s one crazy mother fucker.” He wipes some blood from his eyes and turns around...but he gets BLASTED! CJ with a knee!!! Kali falls back into a corner. CJ hops onto the ropes, blood covering his face...he hits Kali over and over...the taste of his own blood firing him up. He’s got Kali reeling when he looks up and sees what BRIM’s done. “What the FOOK?” Kali seizes the break in momentum by grabbing CJ and diving forward with a Spinebuster!!! The ring shakes with impact. Both men are down~

Jones: Neither CJ and Kali can believe it.

Hood: BRIM has been unleashed.

Jones: The entire dynamic of this match has changed. One ring has just doubled in size.

Hood: Should we call it ring 3.5?

Jones: I don’t care.

~OCW ref Tuff looks over at Puff. They gather. Puff has seen too much, he wants out. So, Tuff says, “I got this, brah!” Puff leaves. Tuff is now going to man both Cage 3 and 4. Grenier sees what BRIM has done and continues to do to Augustus. He’s no fool...he knows what’s next...HE’S NEXT. He pulls himself up on the apron. He hops onto the top rope and he springboards off...BRIM looks up and Bob grabs him by the head, spins around and he drills BRIM into the fallen cage with a Tornado DDT!!! BRIM’s body flips over and lands near the ropes!! He holds his head, writhing in pain. Augustus yells out in pain, still trapped. Bob, on all fours, leans in and says, “Haha, sorry ya fuckin chode!” He returns to his feet...he runs forward and dropkicks BRIM in the head, sending the big man tumbling through the ropes, onto the adjoined aprons of Ring 3 and 4. Grenier arches his back in pain after the dropkick...landing on that cage fencing doesn’t feel good. He gets to his feet, and feels around his back...it’s scratched and slightly bleeding. But, whatever. He gets a whiff of some of the Grenier finest that’s being smoked inside the barn and fires up. BRIM pulls himself up on both apron...Bob runs forward...he steps up on the middle rope to propel his body in the air...he wraps both legs around BRIM’s head and spins around...he leans back over the ropes into Ring 3 and he pulls BRIM up and over into Ring 3!!! BRIM lands HARD!! The ring shakes with impact!! The fans go wild!!! Grenier leans over the middle rope, facing Ring 4...his face coated in blood but a smile as big as we’ve ever seen. “EH! EH! GRENIER!” chants fill the barn~

Jones: Bob dialing it back...looking like the version of himself that won the OCW Title all those years ago.

Hood: And he can feel it. I haven’t seen him smile that big since he ran Melinda Rhodes out of here.

Jones: Good times.

~BRIM might be down, but he’s not out. He fights to his feet in the center of the ring. Grenier crawls through the ropes onto the adjoined aprons. He stands and hops onto the top rope, leaping at BRIM...he goes for a sunset flip to take BRIM over...but BRIM catches Bob across his back!! The fans all gasp!! They scream for Bob~

Jones: Crackin Necks! BRIM’s already eliminated two competitors with this move!

Hood: Most dangerous move in OCW!

~BRIM’s just about got Bob hooked...but Bob dials it back. He clearly watched footage from last year’s Prison Yard and he reaches forward, looking to twist BRIM’s balls. But BRIM, too, remembers that spot...better than anyone...he leans forward before Bob can grab hold and he hits an Alabama Slam!!! Bob slams into the mat, HARD! BRIM points down at him, incensed~

Jones: Uh oh, BRIM is pissed.

Hood: No shit, he doesn’t want his balls to get twisted a second time. Who would?

Jones: He’s gotta calm down, though. Anger is one thing...irrational fury can blind you.

~Back in Cage 2. Kali pulls CJ off the mat and he hoists him over his shoulder, aiming to toss him like a dart into the cage. He charges forward, throwing CJ at the side of the cage. CJ flies...but he lands on the side of the cage like Spiderman and springs off, spinning around and kicking Kali in the face!!! KK falls back, flood misting into the air!! CJ lands on one knee...he crawls over and pummels Kali in the head, hoping he can keep the maniac down for a minute~

Jones: It’s picking up in this one. Desperation is setting in.

Hood: Buckets of blood being spilled. Walls falling down. A Roman Emperor. Yea, shit’s wild.

Jones: And we still have five competitors remaining. Unbelievable.

~BRIM slaps Bob in the face. He bitch slaps him with the same hand. He is pissed that Bob tried to molest and injure him. Grenier seems out of it. BRIM rises up, looking down at Grenier. CJ looks over into Cage 3...he makes eye contact with Grenier for a split second. BRIM leans back...he hits the ropes...CJ runs in and he throws his knee into the cage, smacking BRIM in the back of the skull!!! CRACK! A sickening sound!!! BRIM stumbles forward, holding his head. Greiner pops to his feet, he gets underneath BRIM~

Jones: No way...NO WAY!

Hood: You have got to be fucking kidding me!

~The pride of CANADA and INTERCOURSE, Bob Grenier gets BRIM up for just a split second before dropping him swiftly to the mat with Hollinger Park Hangman!!! The entire community shakes!!! The fans in the barn chant “EH! EH! GRENIER!” The Amish can’t believe it...they want this man on their farm NOW. Grenier dives on top of BRIM...Tuff spins down to the mat and makes the count~

1!

2!

3!!!!

~The fans in the barn can’t believe it. Bob rolls away, getting some distance between himself and the leviathan, BRIM. CJ looks on, pumping his fist. The monster has been eliminated~

BRIM IS ELIMINATED

Jones: I can’t believe it! BRIM is gone!

Hood: Team work. Grenier and CJ hate each other but they both know...both understood that in order to win this thing, you HAD to go through BRIM.

Jones: I hate it. But it makes sense.

~BRIM is looped. He’s been kicked in the face, dropped on his head, kneed int eh back of the head. He’s got an obvious concussion. The Knife Man helps him out of the ring...the door is shut and relocked. BRIM is helped out of the barn as the fans inside give him a strong ovation, amazed by this man’s determination and sheer fucking will~

Jones: Tonight won’t be BRIM’s return to the promised land. But he’ll get back there.

Hood: No doubt. No fucking doubt.

Jones: And now we’re down to four. Three most expected and, yes, Claudius is still in there.

Hood: Dude’s making a name for himself.

~Bob looks over his shoulder at CJ, fist pumping. Bob pulls himself up and he yells at CJ, “What are you fist pumping for? I pinned him.” CJ takes issue with this, getting to his feet, “I kneed the FOOKER, you were beat without me.” They get nose to nose with the cages separating them, arguing and looking like they are ready to tear each other apart. Their argument is cut short when the giant hands of Killa Kali grab CJ from behind, fish hooking his mouth and dragging him back into the center of the ring where he takes him down with an inverted facebuster!! The back of CJ’s head slamming into the mat. Kali sits up...his eyes turn up toward Bob...both men wearing crimson masks. Bob laughs, telling Kali to shut that ‘fooker’ up. He turns around, nonchalantly...but Claudius is behind him!!! Bob looks like he’s seeing a ghost...The Emperor rolls him over with a small package!! Tuff cartwheels in with the count~

1!

2!

3!!!

NO!!!

Jones: Wow-wow-wow!

Hood: Where the hell did HE come from?

Jones: He obviously escaped and damn near eliminated the only man in this match to ever hold the OCW Title.

~Bob narrowly escapes elimination. He crabwalks into a corner, but The Emperor is all over him, following him there and stomping on Bob...he stomps and stomps and stomps and stomps until it becomes obvious Bob is down and not moving. The crowd looks on, shaking their heads, impressed with Claudius Augustus. We get a good look at him...his arms and parts of his face are cut and bleeding. He looks like he just crawled through a shit load of barbed wire. But, he’s standing and he’s alive...his OCW Title shot is still there for the taking~

Jones: They’ve all had it rough, but I’d wager Claudius has had the toughest go.

Hood: Good thing he isn’t Claustrophobic...he might’ve tapped.

Jones: Would’ve been the most unique tap out in wrestling history.

~The Emperor’s face, like the others, is covered in blood...not quite as thick and deep as Bob and Kali’s...but it’s getting there. Blood drips off his elbows from the many cuts he received escaping the fenced hell BRIM had trapped him under. Maybe it’s the blood...maybe it’s half the field being eliminated...but it all seems to be clicking with Claudius. He’s adapting to what OCW is...what main eventing in this place is all about. A sense of urgency is taking hold. He pulls Bob to his feet and he hits him in the head...he hits him again. The thick blood sticking to his fist like melted wax. He shakes it loose. He then kicks Bob in the gut. Bob stumbles forward and Claudius hooks him for The Gladius (Jumping Piledriver)!! But Bob drops to one knee and he low blows The Emperor!!! Augustus groans, getting sick of Bob’s tactics. However, like any man, he falls to one knee, unable to resist the pain~

Jones: Bob doing Grenier things.

Hood: It ain’t pretty but it gets the job done. If he doesn’t ‘resort to Grenier things’ then he gets dropped on his head and pinned.

Jones: Truth.

~Back in Cage 2. Kali has CJ down and he’s ripping at his mouth and teeth...CJ is like “WTF, man!” He bites down on Kali’s finger!! KK pulls back. CJ rolls away, pulling himself up by the ropes. Kali returns to his feet...CJ charges at him and hits him with a dropkick, sending Kali falling into the ropes. CJ returns to his feet and he kicks Kali right in the face...the impact sends the back of his head crashing into the side of the cage. CJ looks down at Kali...he throws his hands at him and turns, leaving Kali behind. He heads for the corner and begins to climb toward the top of the ‘yard’...the middle where all four rings intersect...or, where they did...one big section is missing thanks to BRIM. CJ reaches the top and he takes a seat, his feet dangling inside the very safe Cage 1~

Jones: And there goes CJ, running.

Hood: Fuck off. He’s, once again, playing it smart. Kali was trying to rip his fucking tongue or teeth out.

Jones: Yea, well, it’s documented that Killa Kali is crazy.

~Scruff, from Cage 1, looks up at CJ. The fans all boo and point at him. CJ extends his arms, “What?! He’s FOOKIN crazy!” He points down at Kali who is struggling against the ropes, returning to his feet. He stands and looks around...his bloodied face turns upward where he sees CJ. He heads that way, with a smile. CJ shakes his head, “NO! THAT FOOKIN CAGE! THAT FOOKIN CAGE!” he tries to convince Kali to bother Grenier and Claudius for a minute...but he’s got eyes for CJ and only CJ. He hits the side of the cage and starts to climb up toward CJ~

Jones: Killa Kali has become CJ’s recurring nightmare. He just can’t shake him.

Hood: Kali smells blood. He’s going for the kill. CJ’s gonna have to get through him eventually.

Jones: That is true...nobody is going to win this match unless Kali gets eliminated, much like BRIM.

~Kali climbs up near the top. CJ kicks down at him with his feet, trying to send Kali crashing to the mat...but KK grabs his leg and he shoves him backward!!! CJ flips over, off the top!!! The fans scream and gasp!! CJ, though, grabs onto the top of the cage and manages to hang, dangling from the top...his legs hanging in Cage 1. Kali continues to climb. CJ, out of instinct, does the same. Both men are nearing the top of the ‘yard’~

Jones: Uh oh

Hood: Well, it wouldn’t be an epic cage clusterfuck if we didn’t have a spot from the top!

Jones: We already did...BRIM leaped from the top earlier on!

Hood: No, a real spot...with two dudes fighting it out.

Jones: Hey, or women!

~CJ tries to get to the top before KK. Kali does the same...but, they reach their feet at the same time. Both men are at a standoff, top of the cage, fists clinched. The fans rise, cheering. “OCW! OCW! OCW!” Kali is near the center of yard...CJ is in a more precarious position. The Amish all lean forward, chewing on popcorn and drinking milk. Consider their interests piqued. Kali, tired of waiting, lunges at CJ...CJ drops down and he crawls under Kali’s legs, reversing their position...giving him more stability. Kali’s balance is thrown...he nearly falls...the fans yell out. CJ reaches his feet at the center of the yard. He turns around...Kali regains his balance and he charges at CJ like a fuckin maniac. CJ jumps up and he hits Kali in the face with a knee!!! Kali is shaken!! CJ takes a deep breath and he charges forward with another knee!! BAM!! He drills Kali!!! Kali’s body falls from the top of the yard and it plummets down into Cage 2...it hits the mat and falls THROUGH the canvas, disappearing!!! CJ looks down, shocked! Gruff backs away, stunned! The bloodthirsty fans go wild! “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!!!!”~

Jones: Kali just fell THROUGH the ring!

Hood: Ah fuck, he’s dead. Shortest return ever.

Jones: Do we need medics? Is he eliminated? What’s the deal?

Hood: Don’t ask me, I just call the action.

~CJ collapses atop the yard, laying at the center and looking down into Cage 3. Bob has Claudius in a front face lock, trying to weaken him and get him subdued so he can hit Hollinger Park Hangman. Claudius punches Bob in the ribs, trying to break free, but Bob laughs. He’s beyond the point of pain being any sort of obstacle. He quickly tosses The Emperor’s arm over his head and he hoists him up...he’s trying to hit Hollinger Park Hangman...but Claudius fights it off...so Bob just falls back, dropping him with a normal Suplex instead!! Augustus hits hard, blood splattering from impact. Bob sits up, blood oozing off his face and to the mat. He looks up at CJ, who is laying down, looking on...Bob gives him two middle fingers, “YOU’RE NEXT YOU FOOKIN IDIOT.” CJ scowls~

Jones: Bob’s got Claudius subdued...he’s working his way toward another elimination...all while CJ watches.

Hood: Meanwhile, no ruling on Kali?

Jones: I’ve just been told he is NOT eliminated. Unless he’s deemed unable to continue.

Hood: Okay. They gonna dig him out of there?

Jones: Would you?

Hood: Nope.

~Bob pulls Claudius back to his feet and he delivers a huge forearm uppercut! Blood mists through the air!! Augustus hits the ropes and he stumbles forward...Grenier ducks and lifts him up with a back body drop!! The Emperor lands HARD! Grenier turns around...but as he does, CJ flies into view with another FOOKING knee!! This time right in the face of Bob!!!! Bob’s body goes flying, into the ropes, the back of his head smashing into the side of the cage. CJ tumbles ahead, bracing his impact with the corner by extending his arms. He pulls himself up, looking down at Bob. He kicks at Bob, stomping on him, talking shit. “Disrespect me?! FOOK YOU!” Stomp, stomp, stomp. Claudius gets to his feet...he turns and looks at CJ. CJ stops stomping and catches his breath. He heads The Emperor’s way~

Jones: And finally, these two have crossed paths.

Hood: Yea, but CJ hasn’t tried to kill him with a knee...yet.

Jones: What does the member of Paramount have on his mind?

~Claudius is ready for anything. But CJ urges him to calm down. He points at Bob...he then points, anxiously at the hole in Cage 2. He’s brokering some kind of arrangement. Claudius, another man with mental wheels that remain in perpetual motion listens. Claudius nods. CJ nods. CJ extends a fist for a fist bump...but Claudius slams his fist against his chest. CJ shrugs and does the same...a Roman salute. They turn to go after Bob...but he’s on his feet!! He runs them both over with a double clothesline!!!! The roof on the barn nearly flies off due to the ovations from the fans!!! “EH! EH! GRENIER!” The Canadian Icon is back in control~

Jones: They worked out a deal but it might have taken too long, I’m afraid.

Hood: Shit. Get up!

Jones: If Bob can eliminate CJ and Claudius...he might be the winner, depending on Kali’s condition.

Hood: You telling me that fuckin canuck is THAT close to main eventing next month’s Pay Per View?

Jones: Yep.

Hood: My gosh...the end times are upon us.

~Bob staggers...the blood loss is getting to him. But the adrenaline counteracts. He re-focuses. He pulls CJ up and slugs him in the face. CJ falls against the ropes. Bob pulls Claudius up and slugs him in the face...Claudius falls into the ropes. Bob kicks both men in the gut and pulls them in tight. The fans rise!!! He hoists them up...he’s looking for a double Hollinger Park Hangman!!! HOLY SHIT! He marches around...he’s got them up and in position~

Jones: A two for one finishing move! This match might be second away from ending!

Hood: Shit fuck bitch!

~Augustus and CJ both rake Bob across the face with their free hand. Bob loses his grip!! The fans boo!!! CJ hits the ropes and he knees Bob in the face!! Claudius kicks Bob in the gut and brings him in...he hooks him, hoists him up...he jumps in the air and he drops Bob with The Gladius!!!! Grenier goes limp!! Claudius leans back for a second while CJ dives on top of Bob!! Tuff back flips to the mat and makes the count~

1!

2!

3!!!!!

~The fans BOOOOO!!! Grenier has been pinned. CJ pops to his feet, arms in the air. Claudius looks at him like, “You just stole my pin!” The Knife Man reaches in and pulls Bob from Cage 3. He helps Bob out of the barn...as they pass fans, each takes a hit from Bob’s secret stash that he was so kind to provide and they blow the smoke in his face. He smiles and gives them a very bloody, very exhausted thumbs up. The go crazy~

BOB GRENIER IS ELIMINATED

Jones: And there goes Bob...the last ‘hero’, if you can call him that, in this field.

Hood: Well, he can go back to Canada or remain in fucking Intercourse growing weed.

Jones: He’ll get back to the main event one day. Just such a steep hill to climb.

Hood: No shit. It only took TLS 20 years.

~Augustus reaches his feet. He approaches CJ, asking what was up with that stolen pin. CJ tries to calm him down. He looks around...he looks into Cage 2. No Kali. CJ nods, beginning to see the finish line...salvation. But first, one obstacle remains. He extends a hand to Claudius, looking to settle the beef and agree to a well wrestled, non-violent, competitive finale. Augustus, being a purist, likes the idea...he eyes CJ warily, however. But, call it fatigue, call it exhaustion...chalk it up to blood loss, he decides to trust him and he extends his hand, grabbing CJ’s. CJ suddenly pulls Claudius in close...but before he can execute a move, a girl screams out, “HE’S ALIVE!!” CJ turns and sees Killa Kali pulling himself out of the hole. CJ’s mouth falls open~

Jones: Kali is still in this! HOLY SHIT

Hood: Okay, that’s it. I give up. He’s some kinda undead wrestling zombie that TLS brought back to life via a voodoo spell. He was badass back in the day...but he wasn’t THIS badass.

Jones: The man has a lot of pent up frustration and anger, Hood. Tons of unfinished business. It’s going to take a Herculean effort to keep him down.

~Kali crawls onto the mat where he flips over onto his back, exhausted. Augustus turns CJ around and shoves him. “What was that?” he asks, referencing CJ about to hit him with a move. CJ tries to talk his way out of it. But, The Emperor isn’t buying it. He knows a double cross when he sees it. CJ shrugs and is like, “C’mon, relax.” But, Claudius won’t...so, CJ shrugs and he punches Claudius in the face!! The fans pop!! Claudius punches CJ in the face! The alliance is broken!! Punches are flying!!~

Jones: And there goes an alliance that might have been necessary if either man hopes to eliminate Kali.

Hood: Dude, he’s fuckin out. He should be DQ’d.

Jones: No, he’s not. He’s conscious...just very tired.

Hood: He had to touch the ground when he went through the ring, right? Isn’t that an elimination?

Jones: I was told that doesn’t count. Straight from Welsh.

Hood: Fuck.

~Claudius begins to win the battle of fists...his fists are heavier. CJ stumbles...Claudius leans in with a headbutt!! Skull on Skull!! CJ’s cut is opened wider, more blood running down his face, rendering it a match to Kali and Claudius. Augustus then grabs CJ...he looks over at Cage 4 and he picks CJ up and tosses him over the ropes and onto the fallen cage wall!!! CJ hits hard!!! He rolls atop the fence, arching his back in pain. The fans pop. Claudius knows all-too-well what that shit feels like. He heads for the ropes, stepping through them~

Jones: The fence was used against Claudius by BRIM. Now, he’s going to use it against CJ.

Hood: A fuckin Roman Emperor might win this. All I can say is...Classic OCW, Baby.

Jones: Regardless of what happens at this point, Claudius Augustus is for real. This is a main event showing tonight.

~Augustus stands atop the fallen fence. CJ tries getting to his feet, but the footing is different. Claudius, however, has grown familiar to it...he maneuvers easily. He grabs CJ by the hair and brings him in tight. He hooks him for a suplex...and he flips him over with a snap suplex onto the fence!!! CJ yells out in pain, reaching for his back! His crimson colored face contorted in agony. Augustus sits up, the pain no longer an issue...he’s been through so much already. He returns to his feet~

Jones: A huge advantage for Claudius here. He knows how to navigate that fenced terrain. CJ has to figure it out.

Hood: Yes, I believe he’s using what he learned from his Roman days as Emperor.

Jones: Uh, no. I believe not. I believe it has more to do with him being trapped under the fence and being forced to work his way out.

~CJ tries to meet him on his feet but he still has trouble finding his footing. Claudius knees him in the chest and spins him around. He hooks him around the waist and he hoists him up, dropping him on the back of his head with a German Suplex!! The crowd pops!! Augustus doesn’t let go...he pops those hips and returns to his feet, hoisting CJ up again and dropping him once more with another German Suplex! Claudius retains his grip and rotates over...he pulls CJ up...this time we see the fence sticking to the back of his head, ripping at his scalp. Claudius picks him up and drops him with a THIRD German Suplex on top of the fence!!! The fans shake their heads...this is brutal. The Emperor still doesn’t let go...he flips those hips and rips CJ to his feet...blood is running down the back of CJ’s head...his shoulders and upper back are all scratched up. He gets in position to drop him again~

Jones: This is brutal...absolutely brutal.

Hood: The Emperor has no compassion, Jones. He’s driven to be the best. To rule.

Jones: Well, I kinda figured that after watching how he treated PIG.

~Claudius takes a beat, catching his breath...it’s hard work tossing a grown man around. We see cuts and scratches and blood on The Emperor’s back as well, this is taking a toll on him. He flexes his knees, ready to toss CJ over again...but he looks up. The crowd yells. Killa Kali stands at the top of the yard. Claudius lets go of CJ, staring up...CJ remains on his feet...they’re side by side. Kali yells out and he dives off the top of the cage!!! The crowd shouts and yells...Kali comes crashing down on top of both CJ and Claudius!!! The fans go wild!! “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”~

Jones: Killa Kali just defied death for, like, the sixty ninth time in this thing!

Hood: Hey, if he wins it you can’t say he didn’t earn it.

Jones: That’s the truth. Unbelievable.

~The Amish people are leaning back, spent. Some have fainted. This is insane. Back inside the barn, the OCW fans are jumping up and down, knife edge chopping each other, drinking beer and smoking weed...and eating G-Mama’s cookies. They’re having a fuckin blast. All three men are down. Kali rolls into the ropes, pulling himself up where he stumbles into a corner, leaning back. He doubles over, wincing pain...no telling what kinda unseen injuries this dude has. CJ is out. Claudius is on his side, wincing in pain~

Jones: And here we are...three competitors remain. Kali, shockingly, seems to be in the best shape.

Hood: Prison changes a man, Jones. As does the Prison Yard. Rome will be a more strict place after this. And Paramount? Whew, man, CJ’s gonna whip those people into shape.

Jones: I guess. This is anyone’s match at this point. CJ could earn his first ever one-on-one OCW Title Shot. Claudius could do the unthinkable and go from rookie to OCW Championship contender in two weeks. Or, Killa Kali could shock the world by returning from a 20 year hiatus only to return to the very top of this profession. An amazing story no matter who wins.

~Kali rises up...there’s no quit in this man. Not an ounce of laziness. He marches forward, snaring CJ by the hair...he’s the closest. CJ’s entire head is soaked in blood. Kali hoists him up and he wraps both hands around CJ’s throat, lifting him high in the air!! CJ’s eyes open wide, his pupils visible through all the blood. He tries to get free, but he’s weak...Kali’s grip is strong~

Jones: Kali’s got him up...he could drop him with the Street Sweeper...his patented sit out choke powerbomb!

Hood: On top of that fucking fence, too.

Jones: Yep, I imagine that’d be an automatic elimination.

~KK stumbles!! Augustus clips his knee from behind! KK drops CJ...he stumbles back into the ropes and throws his body through them, onto the adjoined aprons and off this nasty fence. Kali falls to one knee. Claudius is back on his feet. He leans into the ropes...he runs forward, leaping up and driving Kali face first into the fence with a bulldog!!! The fans pop! Kali is face down. Claudius crawls across the fencing, his hands getting scratched up. He rolls Kali over and makes the cover...Tuff leaps into view, making the count~

1!

2!

3...NO!

Jones: Kali with the shoulder up!

Hood: Fucker LIVES...he can’t die!

Jones: What do these men have to do to keep him down? It’s insane!

~Claudius shakes his head...this is fucking tough. Tougher than he imagined. He gets back to his feet, pulling Kali up...he whips Kali toward the ropes...across the fence floor...Kali stumbles, but he mostly keeps his balance...CJ holds down the top rope and Kali’s body flips over, onto the aprons violently. He CRASHES with a thud. Claudius shakes his head, and moves forward. CJ looks up at Claudius as he stands over, looking down...CJ tries to broker a deal to help put Kali down...but Claudius is done with deals, he kicks CJ in the face, sending him crashing into Cage 3. He tumbles across the mat. KK remains down. Claudius steps through the ropes and he pulls Kali up...he kicks him in the gut and brings him in for The Gladius!~

Jones: The Gladius on top of BOTH aprons!

Hood: Insert “hardest part of the ring” trope

Jones: HARDEST PART OF THE RING TIMES TWOOOOO

~Augustus gets Kali up!! All six foot five and two sixty of him!!! He leaps up and he DRIVES Kali’s bald head into the adjoined aprons with THE GLADIUS!!! Kali’s body goes limp...falling forward, front facing on the aprons. Claudius reaches for his tailbone, in pain. He then gets on all fours, trying to turn Kali over so he can pin him~

Jones: Claudius might have just done enough to eliminate Kali!

Hood: Man, if that guy eliminates Kali...I don’t even know. Heights of unpredictability I never thought we’d reach.

Jones: He’s about to!

~He gets Kali over and is going for a pin...but CJ comes flying in with a foot to the side of The Emperor’s face!!! Augustus leans back into the ropes...CJ reaches through, grabbing Augustus and pulling him over the middle rope and into Ring 3. Claudius is on his knees, leaning forward. CJ punches him in the face...he tries to underhook The Emperor’s arms, going for his version of Alice’s APACHE...but Augustus fights him off, shoving him back. Claudius rises and throws a big boot into CJ’s face, knocking him down. He then turns around and dives through the ropes, onto Kali!! Tuff flips into view, making the count~

1!

2!

3!!!

NO!

Jones: Kali got the shoulder up!

Hood: CJ ruined that, not gonna lie. Kali was done.

Jones: An Irish man’s temper can be an ally and an enemy. In that instance, it cost CJ from allowing Claudius to eliminate Kali.

~Claudius, on his knees, looks through the ropes at CJ, pissed. Kali reaches up, snatching him by the throat!! The Emperor gasps for air, throwing a look of shock Kali’s way. Kali rises up and he hoists Claudius in the air...but The Emperor gives him a thumb into the eye!!! KK drops Claudius and stumbles back against the sides of the two cages that are now disconnected. Not much room between them, though. The Emperor runs forward and he clotheslines Kali right beneath the chin, sending the back of his head smacking against the steel cage. Kali falls to one knee before hitting the aprons. Claudius steps through the ropes, leaving Kali behind...he sees CJ returning to his feet~

Jones: Kali might be running out of steam. He’s absorbed more than anybody in this match, I’d wager.

Hood: I dunno, Claudius did get stuck under two steel walls.

Jones: Well, that is a fact.

~CJ turns around, on his feet and he eats a boot to the gut! Claudius hooks him for The Gladius!!! He gets him up...but CJ kicks his feet, bringing them back to the mat. Augustus tries again, hoisting CJ up...but this time CJ kicks off the mat and rotates all the way over with his legs around The Emperor’s head...he punches Claudius in the face! Augustus stumbles back...CJ drops on the mat...he hits the ropes and he charges at Claudius...he’s looking to hit Irish Knowledge. But Claudius ducks the flying knee! CJ lands on his feet behind Claudius...he leg buckling under the weight and impact. Augustus spins around and hooks CJ from behind~

Jones: Claudius looking for another German Suplex! CJ’s head is already messed up from the three on top of the fence. One more could do it!

Hood: This fuckin Emperor, man. Unreal.

Jones: A star has been made.

~Claudius hoists CJ up and tosses him over with a release German Suplex!!! But CJ lands on his feet!!! He hits the ropes. Claudius gets to one knee and turns around, facing CJ...CJ flies through the air and he SMASHES Claudius in the face with IRISH KNOWLEDGE!!! Augustus flies backward...he’s folded up, knees near his ears. CJ straightens him out and makes the cover. Tuff somersaults in, making the count~

1!

2!

3!!!!!

~The crowd gasps. They can’t believe it. UNREAL EFFORT by Claudius. CJ returns to his knees, gasping for air, leaning forward. The Knife Man helps get Augustus out of the ring...he escorts him out of the barn. Fans may not like the man, nor what he did to PIG...but they applaud his effort and energy. Respect has been earned~

CLAUDIUS AUGUSTUS IS ELIMINATED

Jones: That man was -this- close to earning an OCW Title match in his second match.

Hood: Won’t be long before he does.

Jones: Nope. The Roman Empire may yet rule over OCW. But, for now...he’s gonna have to watch as CJ or Killa Kali take what was nearly his.

Hood: There can be only one.

Jones: Will it be PTSD? Or, will it be Paramount?

~CJ gets to his feet in the ring. He turns, knowing there’s one person left to eliminate...but, when he turns, he finds Kali standing, staring him down...blood all over his face and chest. CJ backs up. He reaches behind him and he finds Tuff...Tuff is trying to re-lock the door. But CJ shoves him away and he kicks the door open. Kali steps in through the ropes, re-entering Ring 3. CJ hops on the door and swings to the exterior of cage wall, climbing on there to keep from hitting the floor. Kali looks at him like, ‘wtf are you doing?’~

Jones: CJ is hanging on the OUTSIDE of the cage. Not sure the strategy behind this…

Hood: Damnit, CJ. We need to scan his brain...dude you’re one slip away from being eliminated!

Jones: I think he just wanted to get away from Kali...give him time to figure out what he’s gonna do next.

~CJ climbs halfway up...Kali heads his way and he leans forward, trying to push CJ’s feet free. CJ removes his feet from the side of the cage, hanging by his arms...he swings them back and brings them forward, smashing Kali in the face!!! The cage SLAMS into KK’s head...he staggers back, falling to one knee. CJ continues the climb, more focused than before...he’s created an opening. He reaches the top of the yard and looks down at Kali...he swings his legs, safely on the inside the yard. Kali returns to his feet...CJ pushes off the top of the yard and he flips over with a senton!!! He lands on top of Kali, taking him down!! HUGE IMPACT! The fans go wild!!! CJ sits up...before falling backward and throwing his arm over Kali’s chest!!! Tuff flips in for the count~

1!

2!

3!!!

NO!!!!

Jones: Shoulder up! Once again! Killa Kali is unbeatable!

Hood: Nobody is unbeatable.

Jones: I’m questioning that.

~CJ rolls over, onto his side...shaking his head. Kali coughs, spitting up some blood. He wipes his mouth, slowly sitting up, shaking his head, smiling. The fans in the barn can’t believe it...this fucker is ENJOYING the pain and injury. CJ crawls away, reaching the ropes and pulling himself up. He measures Kali up, looking to hit him with Irish Knowledge. He waits for KK to face him but he’s like ‘fuck it’ and he runs forward to hit him in the back of the head. But, Kali pops to his feet and he spins around, nearly taking CJ’s head off with a lariat!! CJ turns inside out, landing on the mat hard. Kali marches around the ring, shaking his head and firing up...blood flying all over the cage and mat~

Jones: CJ is down! Kali is fired up!

Hood: He’s getting that high..that high that beats any narcotic out there. That high from competing at the highest level in a sport you love.

Jones: Kali knows, in this moment, he made the right decision in returning to pro wrestling.

~KK stops and pulls CJ off the mat. He kicks him in the gut and hoists him up for a powerbomb. CJ is up high...he’s not fighting...he’s not moving...he looks done for. Kali brings CJ down with a Powerbomb GTS combination!! He calls it The Extreme!!! The back of CJ’s head is cracked! Blood flies forward...he hits the mat, unconscious. Kali makes the cover, staring at Tuff...he nods his head with each hand that slaps the mat. The fans count along~

1!

2!!!!

3!!!!!

Jones: And, it’s…

NO!

Hood: CJ KICKED OUT!

Jones: Son of a bitch! The Irishman has some fight left in him.

Hood: Just give it to both these guys. Fuck it, they’ve earned it.

Jones: There can be only one, Hood! ONE

~Kali rises to one knee, he looks down at CJ, shaking his head. “One crazy mother fucker.” CJ’s mouth is open and his eyes are shaky. He probably doesn’t even remember kicking out...the dude is fighting on the purest of instincts. Kali gives The Distinguished no reprieve...he grips him by the throat, pulling him off the mat, bringing both men to their feet. Kali hoists CJ up by the throat...but CJ slips free...the blood around his neck, the blood coating Kali’s hand...who knows. CJ lands on his feet and he knees Kali in the gut! Kali stumbles back~

Jones: CJ’s taking a stand!

Hood: Can Kali survive?

Jones: We’re about to find out!

~CJ knees Kali in the stomach again. He then jumps and cracks Kali in the head with a knee. Kali drops to a knee. CJ knees him in the chest. Kali falls to both knees. CJ knees him in the chest again, right in the heart. Kali falls to all four, gasping for air. The fans stomp their feet, clapping their hands...they aren’t really for CJ or for Kali...they’re just for this match and the warrior that takes the prize~

Jones: Kali’s heart took a direct knee. His body doesn’t seem to be reacting well.

Hood: Didn’t know the guy had a heart.

Jones: Sure he does. Just ask G-Mama.

~CJ points at Kali, “FOOK YOU!” He hits the rope with all the fury and fire he can muster. He bounces off and he charges at Kali with IRISH KNOWLEDGE. Kali catches him!!! Kali stands up, wrapping both hands around CJ’s throat!!! CJ kicks his legs, trying to break free...He spits down into Kali’s face, but Kali smiles and spins around, DRILLING CJ into the mat with Street Sweeper!!!! He holds on for the pin!!! Tuff tumbles in with the count~

1!

2!

Jones: …

Hood: ….

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

~The crowd in the barn exhale. A few drop to their knees. Several lean back against the walls, exhausted! We hear the bell sounds as the Amish folk hug each other...thankful that what they’ve just witnessed as ended. We even see a few Amish men and women sneak some kisses. They are forever changed by the violence that’s corrupted their souls~

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen...the winner of the 2022 Prison Yard Match and the #1 Contender to the OCW Championship...KILLA KALI!!!!!

Jones: He did it! I see it and I still can’t believe it.

Hood: Better than ever...better than fucking ever. Killa Kali’s legacy in OCW is just beginning.

Jones: What a match...I’m exhausted. Everyone is exhausted...but those wrestlers pushed each other to the limit. Unbelievable.

Hood: 2021’s Prison Yard Match is straight trash compared to this one.

Jones: What a match.

~Tuff tries to help Kali to his feet. But he pushes him away. 2 Extreme for TV gets to his feet and he stumbles around. He looks down at CJ...contemplating more violence? We won’t know because The Knife Man hits the ring with medics, they hover over CJ, checking him out. A few try to tend to Kali, but he punches them, knocking them out on the mat. The rest stay away. Kali heads for the opened door and exits the Prison Yard...his feet touching earth. He smiles, looking around~

Jones: That man right there will face the winner of our main event. It’ll be Killa Kali against Plethora or Killa Kali against his stablemate, TLS.

Hood: Feel like we’re going down a very violent memory lane right now.

Jones: What was old is now new. Or, at least, modern.

Hood: Killa Kali as OCW Champion? Dean is rolling around in his grave...except for, ya know, still being alive.

~Kali sees the fans enjoying G-Mama’s cookies, so he leaves them alone. He stumbles and staggers out of the barn...once he exits the venue he drops to one knee. Lady Rage and Playboy G rush in, grabbing Killa Kali and helping him back to his feet...not wanting him to show any weakness, they help their friend back to his tent. Meanwhile, back inside the ring, CJ sits up...The Knife Man has some gauze up against the back of his head. He’s got another pressed against his forehead. The Distinguished stares ahead...his eyes start to regain focus~

Jones: CJ came so close. Heartbreakingly close.

Hood: It sucks...but there’s value in what he did tonight. Wherever CJ was coming into tonight, he just raised his stock tremendously. A main event fixture.

Jones: I’d venture to say he’s no longer in the shadows of TIO and Meyhu. He’s building his own legacy.

~Focus returns to CJ’s eyes...he realizes what’s happened. He pushes the medics back and he lets out a loud, resonating “FOOK!” slapping the mat in frustration. We slowly fade out on CJ, leaking blood, frustrated and pissed...we hit the night sky of Intercourse~

Jones: CJ’s frustrated but he’s got to understand...tonight, more than any night in his career, tonight CJ looked like an OCW Champion.

Hood: That he did. More shots are to come. But what about Claudius?

Jones: Tremendous effort. I figured he’d show well...but he outlasted BRIM and Bob Grenier. Two main event fixtures.

Hood: Yep. Hats off to everyone in that match. The Prison Yard is dangerous. It’s no fun. It’ll damn near kill ya...takes guts to get in there. Props to all eight.

Jones: Hear Hear.

~We cut back to the venue as “Wild Thing” begins to play. The music is so thunderous the crops grew an extra millimeter. Just then, a very tall man by the name of Ball Ball comes out from one of the tents. The crowd is dead silent aside from the few goons that run out to give him high fives as he crip walks towards the ring~

Goons: YERRRRR, YESIRRRRRR

~The goons are dressed up in all Ball Ball merch and off white yeezys. They escort Ball Ball into the ring as Ball Ball takes one mighty step onto the apron, and then another one over the top rope. The crowd stays silent. One of the Goons throws a microphone into the air as Ball Ball reaches his comically large arms to catch it. He begins to speak into the microphone~

Ball Ball: Hello Intercourse.

~The crowd seems very uninterested. Ball Ball seems like the plainest most bland person to ever step into the ring. He is straight faced with no emotion~

Ball Ball: Ball Ball has gifts for everyone.

~One of Ball Balls goons come out of a tent holding a big stack of what seems to be papers. Ball Ball hops out of the stage as “Amish Paradise” by Weird Al Yankovic begins to play. Ball Ball grabs the papers and begins to hobble up and down the bleachers handing out the papers to every person sitting in silence. Nobody seems to want the papers as they hesitantly take them while looking up at the tall scary man. As Ball Ball hands out his last paper he begins to head back into the ring as the music fades. He steps in and begins to speak into the mic again~

Ball Ball: Ball Ball has given you all flyers about Ball Ball and a coupon for Ball Balls new merch, Big Balls Brand. Please take a few moments to flip through and read about Ball Ball as Ball Ball tells you about Ball Ball.

~Nobody seems interested in Ball Ball whatsoever. Nobody seems to open the flyers and the crowd has been dead silent the entire time~

Ball Ball: Allow Ball Ball to introduce Ball Ball. The tallest man to ever kick your ass. Ball Ball was always told during his childhood to be like Ball Balls father who played basketball, because of Ball Balls height. But Ball Balls father was never around because of how basketball only takes place in the United States of America. Ball Ball wanted to make a lot of money while also being able to pro-

~Ball Ball is rudely interrupted during his speech when some Amish dude yells out from the crowd~

Some Amish dude in Crowd: Sir! This is incredibly boring!

~Ball Ball seems distraught~

Ball Ball: You don’t want to hear Ball Balls story?

Another Amish dude from crowd: We want something exciting!”

Ball Ball: Alright, Ball Ball was going to save this for the end, but how about some free Big Balls Brand T-Shirts.

~More of Ball Balls goons run out from a tent holding T-Shirts that have a massive photo of Ball Balls face across the front of it. There is text that reads, “We like Big Balls” The goons begin to throw out the Shirts into the crowd and nobody bothers to catch them. The crowd seems angrier with Ball Ball now more than ever. One person catches a T-Shirt and throws it back into the ring~

Random Amish dude: This guy stinks!

~The entire crowd begins to boo~

Yet another Amish dude: Get off the stage!

~Ball Ball begins to break down. His face goes from monotone to absolute anger. Then in a fit of rage Ball Ball charges at the crowd and starts swinging. In one swift punch he knocks out someone on the bottom bleacher. The crowd starts going crazy. People on the same bleacher starts swinging at Ball Ball while Ball Ball swings back until finally the Goons pull Ball Ball away. The Goons start dragging him back to the tent. Ball Ball starts to yell at the crowd~

Ball Ball: You guys won’t ever see it! But Ball Ball will become the greatest wrestler to ever grace the earth!

~The crowd boos incredibly loud as Ball Ball enters his tent. The screen cuts to black~

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Jones: Epic Summer! There it is again!

Hood: Can this summer GET more epic?

Jones: Sounds like it’s going to

Hood: Lots of rumors Epic Summer refers to Bobbinette Carey.

Jones: She’s a former member and currently active…

Hood: I mean, it’s the best guess I’ve got.

Jones: Looks like we’ll get our answer in regards to EPIC SUMMER on July 24th...until then, we’ll keep wondering.

~We cut back to the ring, some random crowd shots of the OCW fans in the audience~

Jones: This has been an awesome show thus far, don't you agree Hood.

Hood: There aren't a lot of things that we both agree on, but that is a statement I can get behind, every match we have seen could be match of the night, and the chaos of the prison yard match will be talked about by nerds on twitter for like… months after the night ends.

Jones: Absolutely, but now we have one match left and it's…

~Jones puts his two fingers to his earpiece~

Hood: What's going on? Is it main event time?

Jones: Not yet, I was wondering if he was gonna show up…

Hood: the FUCK are you talking about? Who?

~Maniac hits! The crowd look around, trying to find out what tent he will come out of as Easton Alexander walks out from behind a smaller sized one.. He's hyped up to be here, raising his hands in the air and taking in the moment, however, he's not in his wrestling gear~

~He makes his way towards and into the ring, he walks around to gauge the crowd before grabbing a mic from Belvedere~

Easton: What the fuck is up Intercourse?

~The crowd reacts positively, giving the Dragon a respectful hello~

Easton: I'm not feeling the greatest right now but I wanted to be here to get some stuff off my chest, but don't worry I'm not here to ‘Hot dog’ and ‘Grandstand’ I'm gonna get right to the point.

~The crowd leaned in, listening intently~

Easton: There's a couple people in that locker room that I've wanted to fight since ive got here, and now that I have a positive record, I have no shame in calling some people out. But one guy in particular has been grinding my fucking gears the last couple weeks… and on monday especially.

Jones: I wonder who he's talking about?

Hood: Oh… I have an idea who it could be.

Easton: You have taken the liberty in hindering my abilities by taking away one of my closers, a move I have been using in variations for years… Thaddeus Duke! I have a fucking problem with you.

~The crowd cheers respectfully, calling out the majority owner is a gutsy move, and the faithful recognize that~

Easton: You banned the Dragon Driver as a personal attack against me, the decision you made despite what you call “a good business move” was to hinder my rise up the ranks. I had to adjust on the fly during my latest match and it almost cost me the win. You and your little circle jerk of stooges might want to see me fail but these people in the crowd and everybody at home knows that the Dragon is the future. If you have any balls, you'll get your ass down here right now!

~Easton throws the mic to the floor and stands ready for Thaddeus to make his entrance~

BUT THE LIGHTS GO OUT.

~When the lights come back up a figure is standing behind Easton, who is startled a bit, trying to figure out just what had happened. When he spins around he’s instantly hit with a v trigger and then the figure lifts him up and hits the FALLEN ANGEL on him. The hooded figure pushes back their hood to reveal Alexandra Calaway, who reaches up and slowly removes her neck brace as she looks down at him~

Hood: HOLY SHIT.. IT’S ALEXANDRA CALAWAY.

Jones: She’s back and it looks like she dug those two graves Easton mentioned.

Hood: Is it possible she is the one who attacked Mark Storm during the Prison Yard match?

Jones: With her.. Anything is possible…

~Alexandra pulls a microphone out of the pocket of her hoodie and kneels down next to him, her hand on his chin, forcing him to look at her~

Alexandra: You thought you downed me.. You told me that if I came back with revenge on my mind to dig two graves. I’ve dug them.. There’s one for you and another for Mark Storm. I will be a thorn in your side every week, until I get my revenge. Until then..

~She kissed his forehead and then dropped the microphone on his chest, as “Blow” by Eva Under Fire ft. Spencer Charnas begins to fill the arena with sound and she exits the ring, backing up the ramp slowly, watching as Easton fully comes to, noticing what had just happened~

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Jones: And Truth or Consequences is coming our way next month on Sunday, July 31st!

Hood: The name of Silverfreak’s hometown!

Jones: Yep and we will be bringing that show to you from the great state of New Mexico! City? Truth or Consequences.

Hood: Right on the nose. As always.

Jones: The House of Cards concept returns. An event all about loyalty and betrayal. Will alliances hold? Or, will they fold. Tune into Truth or Consequences next month LIVE on PPV!

Hood: Fuck yea.

Jones: Okay, you ready?

Hood: I was born ready. Ready to fuck.

Jones: Great. But are you ready for the main event?

Hood: Let’s do this, Brutus.

Jones: It’s taken 20 years for TLS to earn an OCW Title shot. Tonight, he takes on an old nemesis with a new look. Tonight he faces Plethora the Perilous. Can TLS claim the OCW Title or will Plethora turn him away, once again? Let’s head to the ring to find out who will face Killa Kali in the main event of Truth or Consequences!

~And we’ve reached that moment. Yes, that moment we build toward all month long. The precipice. The launch of tonight’s Main Event is about to take place. Plethora defending his OCW Championship against, arguably, the biggest underdog in OCW Championship history, The Lost Stranger. The Amish folk have loosened up. The debauchery and violence that’s taken place in front of them have these people drifting further and further from their core values and into that secular sickness we call normal life. A few unmarked bottles are being passed around among the folk. We’re not sure what’s in there but we have a pretty good idea. No questions, though. Whatever keeps these people lively and into the show. Belvedere clears his throat. The Amish folk yell out, “BELVEDERE!” Yep, they’re feeling alright~

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen it is now time for our Main Event of the Evening!!

~Huge ovation from the Amish! A few of the women stand and cheer...the men, usually keen to calm them down, let them scream loud and proud. We even catch a little big of calf...things are getting scandalous in the Amish crowd~

Belvedere: The following contest is a standard rules match and it is for the OCW Championship!!! Introducing first…

~“Every Breath You Take” by The Police starts to play. The Amish folk are like, ‘Oh, this sounds nice.’ They nod their heads...arms are thrown around the shoulders of nearby kin. Swaying ensues. They’re enjoying the tunes. An albeit weird tune for an OCW Title contender but, hey, Classic OCW, baby. TLS emerges from a tent in the ‘PTSD’ area. The design on TLS’ mask is one of serious intent. It’s taken him over TWENTY YEARS to reach this point. He’s got to give it everything he can muster. He marches past OCW personnel who all remain quiet while offering a friendly nod in TLS’ direction. He may not be the most likable or lovable wrestler in OCW history. But, tonight, the wrestling world has his back. He steps through a set of bleachers and enters the ring area~

Belvedere: From Parts Unknown...standing 6’3 and weighing in at 235lbs...he is a former OCW Ascension Champion. He is the #1 Contender to the OCW Championship...he is...The Lost Stranger!!!

~TLS reaches the steps. He looks up into the flood lights bearing down on him, providing the necessary light for tonight’s main event. He soaks in the moment...a moment 20 years in the making before marching up the steps and entering the ring. The Amish people give the man a strong ovation...they aren’t totally aware of his history, but they can sense this is a man looking to make history~

Jones: And finally, after all these years, The Lost Stranger is headlining an OCW Pay Per View.

Hood: Special K, Kreller Masters, Slim Shady, Big Daddy G, JD Tyson, Shannon Shag-Nasty...these are all names that have held the OCW Title or received a PPV main event shot at the OCW Title. All before TLS.

Jones: Life isn’t always fair, Hood. But, tonight, TLS gets his shot and something tells me he’s going to make the most of it.

Hood: He’d better. He’s not stepping into that ring against some flavor of the month. He’s facing Plethora. A man on the mount rushmore of OCW stars. One of the absolute all time greats.

Belvedere: And, his opponent…

~TLS stands in the center of the ring, patiently awaiting one of his most familiar career nemesis. “Amish Paradise” by Weird Al starts to play. A fitting take on the OCW Champion’s typical theme ‘Gangsta’s Paradise’. There is no tent big enough to house Plethora. Instead, a carriage is spotted making its way down the road toward the venue. The back of the carriage drags across the gravel road leaving a giant trail of dust. The giant, Clydesdale horses pulling the carriage are working overtime. They’re probably pissed, more now than ever, they didn’t land that gig with Budweister. An Amish man groans, knowing he’s going to have to rework the gravel...he’s handed some of the mysterious beverage that’s being passed around, takes a sip, and relaxes. The carriage comes to a grinding, noisy halt in front of the pasture housing the event~

Jones: And there’s our World Champion...inside that carriage. A world champion who has YET to walk down to the ring at a Pay Per View.

Hood: Why should he? Save that energy for the fight.

Jones: I guess.

~Earl, directing the carriage, hears a voice from inside the carriage direct, “We’re not there yet. Keep going.” Earl sighs and turns the horses to the right, forcing them onto the pasture as they drag this massively weighed down carriage toward the ring. They proceed and proceed until they reach the absolute closest spot they can venture...inches from one of the bleachers. They come to a stop and the double doors to the carriage open. From the darkness, an even darker figure emerges...it’s the OCW Champion, Plethora. He’s carrying a SCYTHE. He steps out and looks around...the Amish folk whisper and look on in awe at the mass of this human. A few men admire his scythe. “I’d like to get my hands on that scythe, it looks like it could cut some serious grass.” Plethora walks away from the carriage, barely squeezing his body in between two bleachers to reach the ringside area. The Clydesdale’s all sigh with relief with that massive weight lifted. They turn and march out of the pasture with Earl directing them~

Belvedere: From Parts Unknown. He’s quite tall and extremely heavy. He is the OCW Champion...he is...Plethora the Perilous!!!

~Belvedere doesn’t wait for Plethora to enter and hand him the belt. Given the man’s numerous, NUMEROUS murders, Belvedere isn’t gonna tempt fate. He bolts from the ring. Plethora approaches the ring. TLS shoves Scruff forward, ordering him to get rid of the Scythe. Scruff looks down at Plethora and yells “NO SCYTHE!” Plethora pauses and looks up at Scruff. We can’t see his face but, his body language seems to indicate confusion~

Jones: Please. Get that Scythe out of his hands.

Hood: Why? We’re in Amish country. Scythes are very common around here.

Jones: Why?! I don’t know, maybe because it could chop a person’s head off.

~Plethora casually slings his Scythe at Scruff, slicing some of Scruff’s dirty but ridiculously thick hair off. Scruff backs up, terrified. The Amish people gasp. A few of the men are impressed, “Damn, that’s a mighty fine scythe.” TLS turns to Scruff, pointing at him to get back to doing his job. But Scruff has seen enough...he backs against the ropes, refusing to push the envelope. Plethora marches up the steps, each heavy step seemingly shaking the earth. The design on TLS’ mask indicates frustration. He steps back, coiled, ready for whatever the maniac with his mighty scythe might swing his way. Plethora enters in through the ropes, scythe in hand. Scruff calls for the bell. It sounds and the Amish folk go wild~

Jones: Great. So the match is underway and he’s still got his scythe.

Hood: Look, if you’re going to defeat Plethora then you’re gonna have to deal with the scythe. If El Knuckle could handle it, I’m sure TLS can.

Jones: It’s just unfair.

Hood: Art imitating life. Get over it.

~Plethora doesn’t fuck around. He goes right for the kill shot, swinging the scythe at TLS. TLS dodges, ducks, dips, dives, and...dodges each blow filled with fatality. Plethora’s homicidal attempts may not have fully achieved their intended mission...but they have backed TLS into a corner. Plethora raises the scythe high and brings it down at the head of TLS...TLS drops to the mat and crawls away. The scythe hits the top turnbuckle and cuts right into it. Plethora tries to pull it out, but it seems stuck. TLS rises behind Plethora and he throws a swift kick into Plethora’s balls from behind!! The Amish folk cheer! Scruff admonishes TLS but TLS is incredulous...like, dude, you stood by while he tried to murder me with a fuckin scythe, get bent. He shoves Scruff down. He spins Plethora around and grabs his head, looking for a DDT...but Plethora shoves TLS away...the power of his thrust sending TLS staggering across the ring into the opposite corner~

Jones: Okay, the scythe is out of his hands. Now...GET IT OUT OF THE RING.

Hood: Can you believe the audacity?

Jones: Honestly, I can’t. A scythe in the ring. Unbelievable.

Hood: Oh no, not that. I’m talking about TLS kicking Plethora in his tiny plethoras.

Jones: -stares-

~Plethora shakes off the gut grenade that accompanies a swift kick into the nuts. He charges forward at TLS...he thrusts all six hundred pounds of his corpulent frame into the corner, on top of TLS...but TLS moves, once again!!! Plethora SLAMS into the corner!! The entire ring shakes and moves, slightly. The Amish folk are taken back by the sheer force of the impact. TLS crawls across the ring...he gets to his feet and yanks the scythe out of the top turnbuckle. He turns, aiming to use it on Plethora...but Scruff gets in his way, “NO! NO!” TLS looks down at Scruff...the pattern on his face going from frustrated to pissed off~

Jones: Oh come on!

Hood: Way to go, Scruff! Do your job. We can’t have people running around in that ring with murder weapons.

Jones: You can’t be serious.

Hood: I’m always serious on PPV Sundays.

~While they are arguing, Plethora turns around, shaking off the impact. He sees TLS holding his scythe and screams, internally “NOT AGAIN!” He charges forward. TLS hears the thunder. Scruff FEELS the tremors. Scruff turns around and Plethora SLAMS into Scruff, sandwiching him with TLS on the other side!! SMACK! The impact sends the scythe flying through the air and out of the ring, into the stands!! The Amish people fight for it...this is a mighty fine piece of farming equipment. The impact sends TLS flying into the corner. Scruff collapses to the ground, rolling toward the apron. Plethora marches forward. TLS tries to shake off the impact...but he gets nailed with a double axe handle from the champion. Plethora then turns around and slams his ass into the midsection of TLS!! Plethora holds his positions, leaning his body into TLS~

Jones: Well, at least the scythe is out of the ring.

Hood: Plethora lost another one! This is tragic.

Jones: How is that tragic?

Hood: Plethora losing a scythe is like a human losing a loved one.

Jones: Hyperbole at its finest.

~Plethora takes off the pressure. TLS falls to the mat...as he does, Plethora slams his ass into the head of TLS! The impact sends TLS’ head crashing into the bottom buckle. Plethora sits, placing all of his weight onto the head of TLS, pressing it into the bottom buckle. TLS reaches out with his arms, trying to find a way, any way to get out of this predicament...but he’s too low. Plethora is too big~

Jones: An unenviable position for TLS.

Hood: Maybe the worst position in pro wrestling history.

Jones: It’s up there.

~Plethora seems intent on smothering TLS with his giant, homicidal ass. He leans back to get extra leverage but, in doing so, the back of his head hits something uncomfortable. Plethora stands up and turns around...he sees the sliced turnbuckle pad. The lights from above bounce off something shiny. Plethora reaches in and he rips the turnbuckle pad in half, revealing the metal hook underneath. He rubs the back of his head. Turnbuckle padding flies everywhere. TLS drops to the mat and he rolls out of the ring, hitting the ground. He gasps for air~

Jones: And we’re down one turnbuckle pad...but, at least TLS can breathe.

Hood: If he were so concerned about breathing he wouldn't’ wear a fuckin mask every time he wrestles.

Jones: I’m sure he can breathe quite easily through that mask.

Hood: You sound like one of them masked freaks.

~Plethora steps to the ropes and he looks down at TLS. TLS uses the steps to return to his feet. He looks up at Plethora. Plethora steps back, center of the ring, inviting TLS back in, promising safe passage. It’s clear Plethora isn’t eager to leave the ring – too much walking. TLS looks down at the steps. The Amish urge him on. He takes a step up onto the steps...the Amish go wild. We even hear one of them yell out, ‘FRICK YEA!!’ The Amish around him are a little shocked, at first...but when they see no lightning striking the man down, they go wild. A ‘FRICK YEA!’ chant fills the air. TLS ascends the steps, he reaches the apron and he re-enters the ring~

Jones: TLS is unafraid. It’s taken him two decades to reach this point. You can’t back down now.

Hood: Nope. Plethora might be the more decorated and talented wrestler. But a 20 year odyssey certainly portends a fair amount of determination that cannot be manufactured.

Jones: Well said, Hood.

Hood: Huh? Sorry. I blacked out for a second.

~TLS marches right at Plethora. He rears back to throw a punch...Plethora extends his hand to grab it...but TLS fakes him out and kicks him in the knee!! Plethora stumbles back. TLS whips his leg around, kicking Plethora in the side of his other knee!! It buckles...Plethora stumbles to his side. TLS gives Plethora a straight kick into the side of that knee!! Plethora stumbles into the ropes, leaning into them...they bend severely, really testing their strength. TLS continues to kick/stomp on the knee of Plethora~

Jones: And here we go...TLS realizing how close he was to having his lights put out by Plethora in that corner...knowing, understanding that he cannot wait, he must take.

Hood: As big as Plethora is...if you remove his base, he’s incapable of competing.

Jones: Sound strategy when facing a man you can barely pick up.

Hood: Barely? He can’t lift him.

Jones: He gave him a piledriver!

Hood: He did not! Plethora tripped and fell on his head!

Jones: Whatever.

~Plethora falls to one knee while his other continues to get kicked in by TLS. Leaning against the ropes, Plethora extends his left hand, he grabs TLS by the head, his massive hand palming the skull of TLS...Plethora shoves TLS back...TLS flies backward, landing on his back. Plethora remains against the ropes, holding his left knee. TLS sits up, stunned by the strength of Plethora. It doesn’t matter how many times they’ve faced...that raw strength is unavoidably shocking. TLS can’t stay down...not in this match. He returns to his feet and he dives in at Plethora’s knee, spearing it from the side!! The knee buckles in...Plethora falls to the mat, landing on his back. TLS grabs Plethora’s left leg and he sits on the massive thigh of the OCW Champion...he grabs Plethora’s foot and pulls on his lower leg, bending the appendage awkwardly at the knee~

Jones: We saw Dylan Thomas get his knee worked over earlier tonight. Now, we’re seeing the same thing here in the main event.

Hood: Hey, what can ya say? Knees are a pretty obvious target.

Jones: It was opportunistic in the Savage Title match. It’s a necessity in tonight’s main event.

~Plethora pulls himself up...TLS remains gripped to his leg, trying to hurt the knee...but Plethora manages to get to his feet...he slings his leg, kicking TLS off it like he’s a small child. TLS hits the mat and looks up at Plethora and then at his knee. Plethora moves forward with a bit of a limp...he then pulls a miniature scythe out from his robe~

Jones: No! Not more SCYTHES

Hood: Buy your new Plethora action figure equipped with several scythes of different sizes! Get it today!

Jones: Sadly, that toy probably exists.

~Scruff gets in Plethora’s way...he didn’t stop him earlier, but this time he tries to do his job. Reaching out to keep Plethora from moving forward, he feels the OCW Title under his robe. He asks Plethora if he’s still wearing the title. Plethora tosses Scruff down and goes after TLS with his miniature scythe. He slings the scythe down, its about the size of a large steak knife...TLS moves! The scythe bites into the mat and gets stuck...Plethora tries to pull it out, but struggles. TLS reaches his feet...he bounces off the ropes and kicks Plethora in the side of the head!!! Plethora stumbles into the ropes. TLS rips the scythe out of the mat and he slings it into the crowd...the Amish scream, avoiding getting nicked or cut. They then snare the tiny scythe, “Mighty fine piece of equipment” a man says, deciding to keep it~

Jones: How armed is Plethora, that’s what I want to know.

Hood: Fuck that...these Amish people are just casually stealing Plethora’s scythes. What the fuck.

Jones: After what they’ve been put through tonight...they deserve it.

Hood: Bah!

~Plethora turns back toward the ring...TLS is on his feet...he punches Plethora in the head. He tries to kick him in the groin but isn’t sure if he hit the right spot. Regardless, Plethora bends over. TLS grabs him, looking to take him over with his patented finishing move THE DREADED SMALL PACKAGE. But Plethora blocks it and he deadlifts TLS up and over with a suplex!!! TLS hits hard, arching his back in pain. Plethora slowly sits up...Scruff looks down at him, eyes of a man warning someone not to do something. Plethora slowly reaches into his sock and he removes another tiny scythe! Scruff moves forward, “No, Plethora! NO!” But Plethora gets to his feet and pushes Scruff away~

Jones: Another scythe! How does this guy break every law man has ever conceived and NOT pay any penalty?

Hood: Don’t ask me, I just work here.

Jones: Yes, work at this tremendous promotion where we’re forced to explain why a man can use multiple scythes without any fear of penalty.

Hood: Hey, don’t forget, he’s still got the OCW Title around his waist...speaking of, did he have the strap extended for it to fit?

Jones: He had to.

~Plethora returns to his feet, tiny scythe in hand. This one is the size of a regular steak knife. TLS gets onto all fours and looks up...Plethora swipes at him with the scythe! TLS ducks and rolls, narrowly avoiding the blade. He rolls onto the apron. Plethora marches his way. TLS stands...Plethora swings the scythe at TLS’ neck...going right for the kill. But TLS ducks and he dives in to throw a shoulder into Plethora’s massive gut...but his shoulder finds the unrelenting steel of the OCW Title! He falls off the apron to the earth, dropping down and holding his shoulder in pain. Plethora looks over the ropes at him, curiously~

Jones: See? That’s why you don’t wear the title in the match! Unfair!

Hood: The guy is carrying multiple scythes. That belt is the least of our concerns.

Jones: Is it? TLS might have dislocated his shoulder!

~Plethora throws the little scythe at TLS from the ring. It impales into the ground near TLS...missing his body. But, not by much. TLS stares at it...the pattern on his face turning into one of shock. He rolls away, near the bleachers...he sits up against them...a few Amish reach out, patting him...a female Amish starts to massage his bad shoulder. TLS looks up...she’s not bad looking...she bends over to massage and as she does a few of the male Amish folk try and look up her dress~

Jones: Oh dear.

Hood: Amish people about to go wild.

Jones: What have we done to these people?

~A few of the Amish men reach out and start to massage the Amish female. TLS feels a weird vibe taking place behind him...he looks up and sees what could potentially devolve into an Amish orgy...so he casually pulls his shoulder away from the grip of the woman and he stands, heading back to the ring, rotating his shoulder. The massage helped...that amish woman had some good, strong hands. He reaches the steps and heads up them...Plethora is in the center of the ring, staring at him with the gray eyes under the hood. Scruff walks up, “Okay, Pleth, lets get rid of that belt." Plethora seems to be acquiescing, reaching into his robe...but he pulls out ANOTHER TINY SCYTHE. Scruff yells out, “NO, PLETHORA! NOT ANOTHER ONE!” TLS steps into the ring, through the ropes...unafraid. The scythe Plethora has in his hands is the size of a pair of tweezers. They’re getting pretty small now~

Jones: What’s even the point? Seriously? Why would a scythe ever be that small?

Hood: Hard to reach grass.

Jones: HARD TO REACH GRASS?!

~Plethora slings the tiny scythe at TLS...but TLS dodges and he knees Plethora in the groin area, below the belt. This one seems to hit the spot, doubling the beast over. He drops the scythe, Scruff kicks it out of the ring. TLS then reaches into the robe and he manages to find and rip the OCW Title off...TLS holds it high, for a moment, looking like an OCW Champion. The Amish go wild. TLS rears back to hit Plethora with the belt, but Scruff stops him. The Amish boo...Scruff takes the title from TLS...TLS can’t believe it. He takes his eyes of Plethora and BAM! He gets run over by a clothesline! TLS hits the mat hard...more booing from the Amish. We hear some Amish person yells, “SHIT’S RIGGED!” Again, it shocks the Amish around them, but only for a second as they all nod “Yes, this shit is rigged!”~

Jones: TLS is down! For some reason, Scruff is able to enforce the rules on TLS but NOT Plethora.

Hood: TLS has murdered zero people, that we know about. Plethora has murdered thousands more than zero. It’s a numbers game, Jones. TLS has rookie numbers.

Jones: What a stupid explanation made even dumber by the fact it’s rooted in truth.

~Plethora reaches back into his robe. Scruff, “NO! I SWEAR! NO MORE SCYTHES! NO MORE!!!” Plethora pulls a final item out of his robe...it’s NOT a scythe. Instead, it’s a jar of blue liquid! He holds it high~

Jones: Oh my…

Hood: There it is! It’s the soul of TLS that Plethora...err...Bifford stole from him years ago!

Jones: What’s he going to do with it? Drink it?

Hood: I hope not. Windex isn’t good for your health.

~Plethora brings the jar of blue liquid down at TLS...but TLS moves. Plethora tries to hit him with it again and again and again...but TLS moves again and again and again, finding the apron. Plethora stops at the ropes~

Jones: He’s trying to crush it over the head of TLS.

Hood: He’s trying to defeat TLS with his lost soul!

~TLS pulls himself up...he jumps onto the top rope and springboards off with a crossbody...Plethora, holding the jar, can’t catch him. He drops the jar and absorbs the blow, stumbling backward. TLS’ body crashes into his before falling to the mat. The Amish can’t believe he didn’t go down...the size of this man. TLS pushes himself back up. He wants to grab the jar, but he’s got to stay after Plethora. He moves forward, punching Plethora in the head over and over and over...Plethora stumbles backward and backward until he’s against the ropes. TLS runs across the ring, he bounces off and he leaps into the air with a clothesline, rocking Plethora against the ropes. TLS hits the ropes again and he blasts Plethora with another clothesline!! Plethora leans wayyyy back over the top rope before stumbling forward into TLS. TLS grabs him by the head, looking to hit a DDT~

Jones: TLS has the OCW Champion rocked!

Hood: Can he hit the DDT?

Jones: If he does, he might just pull this off!

~Plethora shoves TLS off of him, sending him all the way back into the ropes. TLS uses the momentum to shoot off again and deliver a forearm into Plethora’s head, rocking the big man. He staggers to his left...and to his right. TLS kicks at the leg he worked on earlier, trying to chop the big man down...but he won’t leave his feet~

Jones: It’s an absolute battle just getting this man to the mat.

Hood: He’s just playing hard to get.

Jones: Yea well if TLS can’t get him to the mat he can’t become OCW Champion. A twenty year journey within his grasp.

~TLS becomes winded, kicking and hitting Plethora only to see him remain on his feet. He then goes for the jar of SOUL. He grabs it off the mat and looks inside, contemplatively. Plethora stumbles...the ring shakes. TLS holds the jar up and he sends is crashing into Plethora’s head!!! The Amish go wild!!!! The jar explodes!!! Blue liquid spills everywhere, all down Plethora, onto the mat and onto TLS. The Amish folk look on, curious to see what this all means~

Jones: The jar has been broken, the soul has been unleashed!

Hood: Is he whole again? Is he WHOLE?

Jones: We’re about to find out!

~Plethora is rocked! Soul is laying everywhere...TLS kicks Plethora in the balls. He kicks him again and again. Plethora bends over. TLS grabs him and pulls him in close~

Jones: A piledriver!

Hood: He can’t pull it off.

Jones: He just did, on Massacre!

Hood: Uh, correction! Plethora slipped and fell on his head in front of TLS. It was NOT a piledriver. Stop spreading fake news.

Jones: OMG that narrative is ridiculous.

Hood: More ridiculous than a jar of windex acting as a jar of stolen soul?

~TLS has as good a grip on Plethora as you’re ever gonna get...he yells out and leans back...The Amish lean forward, holding their breath. TLS yells and leans...he gets Plethora’s legs up!! OMG! He’s got his legs up and he falls back delivering THE PILEDRIVER HEARD ROUND THE WORLD!!! Plethora is dropped on his head!!! The entire ring shakes! Intercourse shakes! The Amish community goes wild!! Men and women begin to make out! Curse words are hurled around in celebration!! Plethora is down!! He’s down in a puddle of SOUL! TLS crawls over, diving on top of him!!! Scruff slides in, through some SOUL and he makes the count, his hand splattering into SOUL~

1!

2!

3!!!!

NO!

Jones: OH MY!! TLS was a fraction of a second away from becoming OCW Champion, completing his twenty year journey!

Hood: Okay, everybody calm down! JUST RELAX. Plethora hasn’t lost. He hasn’t lost.

Jones: Not yet.

~Scruff shakes his head, disappointed like everyone else that a three count was not achieved. He stands and kicks all the loose glass out of the ring. TLS looks at the blue liquid on the mat and on his hands...he looks at Plethora, on his back...the fat, beached whale that murders people and is the representative of the company TLS has so proudly championed. The ridiculousness of it all hits him...Plethora never had his soul. It’s just commercial cleaner. There is no aura. There is no control...it’s just a fat man in a robe. TLS fires up, getting to his feet! The Amish people, the ones who aren’t hardcore making out right now, stand and cheer, stomping their feet...they yell, “GET YOUR FUCKING ASS UP! LET’S GO, STRANGER!”~

Jones: A gear has shifted within TLS. He sees vulnerability in Plethora.

Hood: Get past that aura and, yea, the task doesn’t seem nearly as daunting.

Jones: It’s his moment. A moment he’s worked 20 years for...c’mon, TLS! We’re all behind you!

~TLS grabs Plethora and rolls him over...he pulls the big man to his feet...but Plethora lets out a loud roar and he charges forward, pushing TLS back and into a corner! The beast is awakened! He unleashes punch after punch after punch on TLS...he then grabs TLS and tosses him halfway across the ring with his bare hands. Plethora turns and marches at TLS...moving with a purpose, no more fuckery. TLS reaches for the buckles, his back to Plethora...he tries pulling himself up...but Plethora grabs him from behind, around the waist...he picks TLS up and hoists him up into an inverted press slam...Plethora tosses TLS high into the air!!! TLS gets amazing height before he comes crashing down onto the mat, back first!! Plethora leans into the ropes, he bounces off...he leaps up and he CRUSHES TLS with a splash. He hooks the leg~

1!

2!

3...NO!

Jones: TLS with the shoulder up!

Hood: Damn, TLS flipped a switch and so did Plethora.

Jones: Yep, here we go!

~Plethora grabs TLS by the head, slamming the back of his skull into the mat, into a puddle of SOUL. He then palms TLS by the head. Plethora returns to his feet, pulling TLS off the mat by palming his fucking head. He shoves TLS into the ropes...TLS bounces off and Plethora throws his body at him...but TLS darts out of the way...he runs past Plethora and hits the ropes, Plethora turns around and TLS dropkicks the knee he worked on earlier!! Plethora drops to one knee, revealing some weakness. TLS gets to his feet...they’re about eye level. TLS grabs Plethora’s head in a clinch and he begins to knee him in the head, repeatedly. Over and over through that fucking hood trying to land a knockout blow and that fucking face! The Amish go wild...YES! YES! YES! With each knee strike, hoping the big man will fall~

Jones: TLS is hoping to knock Plethora out...if he does, he’s the new champion!

Hood: He’s close to doing it.

Jones: C’mon, TLS! Almost there!

~Plethora leans over, placing his hand into the mat...he’s about to fall. He’s about to go out...but then, like the KRAKEN...he rises up, to his feet, breaking the clinch with ease!! TLS stumbles back, looking up, the pattern on his face stunned. Plethora looks down at him...but some blood leaks from out of his hood...he stumbles...TLS springs forward and he takes him over with THE SMALL PACKAGE!!! The Amish go wild!!! Scruff slides in~

1!

2!

3!!!!

~The place goes wild!~

Jones: Wait! Wait!

~Scruff is holding up two fingers, motioning Plethora got the shoulder up~

Hood: The shoulder! Plethora raised all two hundred pounds of his shoulder off the mat just before three!

Jones: NO!

Hood: Yep! Deal with it.

~The Amish yell and scream, “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING US RIGHT NOW? PASS ME THE BOOZE!” They drink heavily, finding this rollercoaster to be more than they bargained for. Some of Grenier’s finest makes its way into the crowd...the Amish partake because...why not? TLS is on his feet arguing with Scruff. He has Scruff backed into a corner...the pattern on his face is angry. He mentions the scythes, the belt...then Scruff stopping him from using the belt. And finally, this apparently shoulder that made it’s way off the mat before three. But Scruff remains firm...with sadness in his eyes, he tells TLS it was a two count. TLS throws his hands at Scruff and turns around...right into a kick to the gut!!! Plethora brings him in and he jumps up with THE PLETH END!!! TLS’ body goes limp, hitting the mat!! Plethora smothers him with a cover!! A dejected Scruff dives in, making the count~

1…

2…

….

…..

……

3!

NO!

Jones: TLS has some soul left in him! He survives!

Hood: What a PHUCKIN joke.

Jones: Twenty years, Hood. TWENTY YEARS

Hood: Finish him, Pleth! Hit him with the Pleth end again! Hell, hit him with the BIFF END! I don’t care...just put him DOWN.

~Plethora is on his knees. He eyes Scruff. He then looks down at TLS. TLS gets to all fours, trying to get away. Plethora grabs him by the head and pulls his face in close...he stares into the soul of TLS...he then shoves him down to the mat, returning to his feet~

Jones: Plethora is in disbelief. TLS won’t stay down.

Hood: He’s no Cocco Ricci, that’s for sure.

Jones: Sometimes talent gives way to fate. Is tonight fate? Is TLS meant to capture the OCW Title so he can go on to face Killa Kali at Truth or Consequences?

~The Amish chant “TLS! TLS!” TLS, on all fours, starts to pound the mat with his fists. Plethora stands over him...he reaches down, grabbing him by the back of the neck...he pulls TLS up...but TLS shoves Plethora away!! TLS fires up, punching Plethora in the head over and over and over and over and over!!! Plethora backs into the ropes...TLS shoots him off! Plethora’s giant body lumbers across the ring...TLS shoots off the ropes and greets Plethora in the center of the ring with a huge superman punch!!!! Plethora stumbles...he stumbles...he drops to one knee! The Amish go wild!!! A few of the women rip their long skirts off to reveal granny panties underneath...which might as well be hardcore porn for these amish fellas~

Jones: It’s getting wild in Intercourse.

Hood: Amish gone wild?

Jones: Very wild.

~TLS has Plethora rocked, on his knees. He hits the ropes and bounces off...but Plethora pops to his feet!! He kicks TLS in the gut and brings him in for THE PLETH END!! He picks TLS up but TLS manages to kick Plethora in the face!! Plethora drops TLS, stumbling back. TLS rises to his feet and he runs forward, jumping up and headbutting Plethora in the face...staining his mask with some blood. He then pulls Plethora forward and goes for THE SMALL PACKAGE~

Jones: Here we go!

Hood: No!!

~Plethora blocks it!!! Plethora hoists TLS up...he tries to get him in position for a piledriver but TLS manages to reach into Plethora’s hood and rip at his face. Plethora roars in pain, stumbling into a corner and dropping TLS. TLS, perched on the corner, sees Plethora holding his face...he steps onto the top buckle and he dives forward with a senton!!!! But Plethora catches him!!! Plethora leaps up and he drops TLS with THE PLETH END!!! Pennsylvania shakes!! Plethora smothers TLS with a cover!!! Scruff slides in~

1!

2!

3!!!!!!

~The bell rings~

Belvedere: Here is your winner...AND STILL OCW CHAMPION...PLETHORA THE PERILOUS!!!!!

Jones: NOOOOO

Hood: Whew, holy shit. What a ride.

Jones: So close...so fucking close.

Hood: Heartbreaking...but, as we’ve said all night, THAT IS LIFE.

~The Amish BOOOOOO! Amish Paradise starts to play as Plethora gets out of the ring. He finds his OCW Title and he pulls it off the ground, dragging it by the strap, exiting the ring area, disappearing into the dark. Fans boo and throw stuff at him...one Amish fan tries to piss on him. But, he misses. With Plethora gone…we focus on TLS...The Knife Man, covered in blood from tending to the participants of the PRISON YARD, gets into the ring, helping him sit up and checking on his neck~

Jones: A tremendous effort by TLS. Really wish the outcome had been different.

Hood: Yea, you know he’s wondering if he’ll ever get this shot again.

Jones: I hope so. That’s a man that deserves to wear the OCW Title at some point in his career.

Hood: Hey, it’s never deserved. It’s earned. And he’s closer now to earning it than he’s ever been.

~TLS gets to his feet, holding his neck. He looks at the ring...the mat stained with liquid. He looks out into the crowd...Amish people are fucking each other. They’re drinking. A few are running out of the stands, streaking naked around the venue. He shakes his head and exits. The few Amish who remain focused, clap and chant “TLS! TLS! TLS” as he pauses, acknowledging the support~

Jones: It’s wild out here, Hood.

Hood: Yea, some Amish dude just showed me his dick. I think I’m gonna get outta here.

Jones: Plethora has retained. He’ll now turn his focus to another PTSD member, Killa Kali.

Hood: Should be an absolute massacre of a match.

Jones: TLS, meanwhile, must regroup. Does he return to tag action with Zybala? Does he try to get a rematch for the OCW Title?

Hood: He’ll figure it out. He always does.

Jones: Folks, what started out as a wholesome, build back better event has devolved into yet another Classic OCW moment. Amish people fornicating, cursing, drinking, smoking drugs...it’s wild.

Hood: Hey, everything we touch turns awesome.

Jones: Intercourse is certainly earning its name tonight. Folks, we hope you’ve enjoyed Reformation...an event that, at least in this community, has totally reformed Amish life. We’ll see you all for what should be an interesting Massacre on Monday.

Hood: Finally, I’m gonna go snatch me that fiery red head over there.

Jones: Uh, Hood. We’re still LIVE

Hood: WHY

Jones: One more segment!

Hood: Great. YO RED, HANG TIGHT, HOOD IS COMING YOUR WAY SOON

Jones: What a night. We’re almost done.

Hood: That’s what she said.

Jones: I wouldn’t admit that on air, Hood. Anyway folks, the production truck tells me they have previously unseen footage back from Big Game Hunting.

Hood: Lost footage STRAIGHT OUTTA DJIBOUTI?

Jones: … Anyway, I am told it’s going to really shake things up for a certain family here in OCW!

Hood: Man, as long as it’s not the Knight family cause that would mean there is more than one Alice.

~Multiple TV’s set up for the Amish folk light up, scaring the Elder Amish folk while the younger ones that have come home after their year away aren’t bothered by it. It’s not the typical high quality camera and production but more found footage style. It’s in the back hut area where the talent was stationed and we can see the PORTAL POTTY!~

Jones: Oh man, that’s never a good sign when that thing is involved!

Hood: Still can’t believe Veronica went back in that thing willingly.

Jones: Veronica and Victoria, Hood.

Hood: Oh right, there were two of them outside of the one’s head for a couple weeks. Must’ve been the Djibouti water making us see things.

~Veronica Strader walks by, Trans Atlantic title belt over her shoulder, and her mother Meghan Strader.~

Meghan Strader: Win or lose, you have a very bright career ahead of you, sweetheart.

Veronica Strader: Don’t think I can beat Dan?

Meghan Strader: I believe you can beat anyone, Ronnie. I just know what it’s like to put that kinda pressure on yourself. It’s not good for you.

Veronica Strader: I know. If Dan beats me there is no shame in that, he has almost two decades on me in this industry but it’s not over until Belvedere sings.

~ As they walk past the shaky handheld camera they don’t seem to notice, the PORTAL POTTY starts to shake.~

Jones: Oh no, what could possibly have come out of there?

Hood: The rest of Tré’s body!

~ The door opens and out walks… ~

Jones: Holy crap is that VICTORIA STRADER?!

Hood: Wait, didn’t Veronica say she died saving her?

Jones: Yes she did, could she have been lying?

Hood: Well, she IS a woman.

Jones: Please forward all your hate mail to the new head office in Manhattan, New York City.

~ It is Victoria, and the sneer just affirms the fact. She looks around at her surroundings, before quietly sneaking off towards the open fields of Djibouti. The OCW crew looks shocked. The Amish people continue to fuck each other and do drugs. It’s a wild scene in ‘Welshland’ as we fade up and out.~