OCW Presents: RUMBLE IN THE BRONX
LIVE! November 27th 2022
FROM: THE BRONX
Key West, Florida

~ After the video is done playing we a drone with a HD camera attached begins to fly around Monsignor Raul Del Valle Square in the Bronx suburb of New York City showing a row of RV’s behind the building in the park on the road, and barriers set up on the freeway so people don’t hold up traffic to stop and try to catch the show. The crowd is packed in all around the ring and to the roads around and stands have been set up along the sides and back to fit even more people to watch. “On Our Own” by Bobby Brown is playing as the drone stops and overs in front of the commentary table on top of the Square’s rectangular red brick building where Smith and Hood sit. Smith waves to the camera and Hood is leaning back with his typical uninterested face. ~

Smith: Welcome everyone to RUMBLE IN THE BRONX! And yes, The Knife Man refilled my prescription!

Hood: Thank God. Also, I like the view from up here. Finally, our table is safe!

Smith: Yes, we got the best seats in the park tonight! With a great bird’s eye view of the action!

~ Before Hood could say anything, “Just A Girl” starts to play over the many loud speakers set up around the crowd and atop the semi-awning. The crowd perks up as Victoria Strader comes walking out of the building where Checkers Position is set up. Making the short walk to the ring, she climbs up the steps, and wipes her heels on the apron before stepping in the ring. Victoria and Belvedere do the European double non-kiss as he hands her the microphone and she reaches out touching his arm with a nod that is returned. ~

Victoria Strader: Hello to the OCW Faithful of THE BRONX!!!!!

~ The people give that wonderful cheap pop and Victoria smiles. ~

Victoria Strader: Tonight you will get to see Alexandra Calaway take on Harmon Egan for his Craze championship plus the added undefeated streak. You’ll get to see the OCW Champion team up with a mask-less Lost Soul as they battled Them No Good Bastards of BOB, the OCW Tag Team Champions! You’ll witness history as the Savage and TransAtlantic titles head into retirement and see The Nickleman battle Sahara Duke for the prestigious OCW Paradigm Championship which I will personally present to the winner; just remember though you two, no outside interference and to make sure a new referee I personally hire, Cuff, will officiate! Then what you all came here for... 22 individuals will grace this ring tonight and the top five will walk out with guaranteed title shots at our next Pay Per View event!

Smith: It may seem like a small card, but it is incredibly stacked from top to bottom and bottom to top!

Hood: You can feel the electricity in the air, and it’s not just from those generator light towers set up all over the place.

Victoria Strader: Speaking of... Last year Death March had made its return to OCW where James Raven was supposed to face Outcast for the OCW Title but post-purge we saw Mike Zybala take on Outcast for the title and the format changed. However, I decided a new event was needed. We’ll head to Fox Creek, Alberta Canada in the dead of winter on New Year’s Eve where it will be guaranteed to be -35 out, scattered among old drilling rig sites where tremors and mini-quakes are the norm. Roll the video.

~ Two flat screens on either side of the entranceway door light up, as well as ones on the pillars facing out towards the crowd and a blank screen rolls down covering the doorway as a drone with a projector hovers centre of the ring above Victoria. ~

Smith: Wow, Hood! Hardwired to Self-Destruct is a very fitting name for a wrestling event.

Hood: Especially because everything in this industry self-destructs.

Smith: Victoria is signalling its time to start show... up next: Calaway vs Egan for the Craze Championship! Let’s get readddy to Rumble!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hood: Man, copyright infringement is gonna get us one of these days.

OCW CRAZE CHAMPIONSHIP
HARMON EGAN (c) (9-0) VS ALEXANDRA CALAWAY (5-6)

~ The lights in the arena go down a spotlight shines down on Belvedere. ~

Belvedere: The Opening match is for the OCW CRAZE CHAMPIONSHIP!!!

~ The lights go down and "Blow" Eva Under Fire ft. Spencer Charnas of ICE NINE KILLS starts to play. The park is filled with Red and lights and fog. The Silhouette of Alexandra can be seen at the top of the entrance of the small building. She poses and as the beat drops, she starts to make her way down towards the ring. Stopping before the ring, she stops looking out over the crowd, before continuing on. She smirks seeing some of the signs people made, a cocky smirk crosses her face. ~

Belvedere: Introducing first... the challenger... From Dallas, Texas.... ALEXANDRA CALAWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

~ Finishing her walk down the small path, she climbs onto the ring apron and up onto the turnbuckle. She slips into the ring and poses on the ropes, leaning forward on the ropes, sometimes talking shit with people in front row as she looks to where Harmony will come from. ~

Belvedere: And her opponent... weighing in at 175 lbs and he is the current OCW Craze Champion... HARMON “HARMONY” EGAN!!

~ A pair of black rimmed eyes open up on the main screen as the ouside crowd is bathed in white from effects above on the awning atop the pillars and the song starts its opening beats. When the song comes to its crescendo the white light is intermixed with violet whirling lights as the screens shows shots of Harmony in action intermixed with flowing Rorschach inkblots. Harmony appears at the top of the entranceway with Corey beside him and books it to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope and crawling to the camera at mat level. He shoots the camera a confident smirk and kips up to his feet, ready for action. ~

~ DING DING DING ~

~ The two of them circle back and forth, and finally Alexandra slides behind Egan, sweeping his leg and taking him into the mat. Calaway tries to get some sort of submission going, but Egan scrambles to his feet, sending a devastating roundhouse to the face - Calaway ducks it and shoots him into the ropes - when Egan rebounds, she fires off a high back bodydrop. Egan pops to his feet and narrowly avoids a superkick by leaning back - he shoots forward and rolls her into a pin. ~

1!

KICKOUT!

~ Calaway is up quick and tries to use her speed to her advantage, connecting with a dropkick to the right knee, dropping him down onto his left. Rising back up, she bounces off the nearest set of ropes and storms back, looking to hit a Shining Wizard knee to the face, but to no avail; as Harmon Egan ducks beneath the attempt and rolls to the ropes. Calaway's still running - she reverses course and clotheslines him over and to the floor. Calaway exhales and paces around the ring as the crowd cheers. Egan gets to one knee outside and shoots an icy glare inside the ring. He bites his lip, takes a deep breath, and rolls inside. ~

Smith: Harmon didn’t like that too much.

Hood: It was disrespectful to his accomplishments.

Smith: There’s two women no longer employed, unjustly, that more of a claim than he does.

Hood: For now.

~ Alexandra lets him in cleanly and the two lock up in the middle of the ring. They push for position, and Egan slowly gets the advantage, pushing Alexandra to the turnbuckle. But before he pins her there, Alexandra reverses and traps Egan in the corner. Gruff steps in to force the clean break, and once it's made, Egan abruptly steps up and throws Alexandra into the corner before leveling her with a sharp European Uppercut! Calaway falls back to the corner and takes a seat on the middle turnbuckle. Egan shoots a boot into Calaway's midsection, that stands her up and he unleashes a series of knife edge chops that draw howls from the crowd. Finally, he pulls her out of the corner and whips her into the opposite ropes, waiting for Calaway to hit back-first. She does, and runs right into a lariat. Egan takes control of the offense, pulling her leg and sending a series of sidekicks to the hamstring. He finally drops a pair of elbows into her knee, and Alexandra yells out in pain for the first time of the evening. ~

Smith: What's Alexandra Calaway need to do to come out of this match with the W?

Hood: It's Harmon Egan - so honestly, it's hard to say. So many people have tried and failed to knock Egan off during his time in OCW using power, speed, technical ability, brawling - you name it and Egan has found a way to overcome it. Outside of basic stuff like hit the other guy and don't get hit, I don't know what to tell her. It's taken awhile for these two to feel themselves out, but Harmon Egan has gotten the first significant advantage of the match and he's really working to take away her mobility and agility.

~ Before Alexandra can try fighting out of it, she's thrown into the air and hit with a spinebuster. Alexandra staggers up to her feet and squeezes her eyes, quickly getting a chop block before she staggers to the ropes. Egan throws a devastating Released German Suplex that lands her back towards the middle of the ring, cutting it off and keeping her from getting to the ropes. Alexandra rolls onto her back and puts her hands up - it doesn't do much since Egan is instantly back on the leg, rolling her into a half crab. Corey Smith slaps the apron and cheers on his client. ~

Smith: And Egan is only exacerbating the situation, he's elbowing that knee and Alexandra looks like she's in serious trouble.

~ Calaway starts to go to the ropes, but Egan quickly drags her back to the ropes. Alexandra puts her head in her hands in frustration before slowly pushing up with her hands. She pushes out of the crab and rolls out, pushing Egan away and into the ropes - as he rebounds, he jumps into the air and lands hard on her leg, completely stuffing the comeback attempt. ~

Corey Smith: Yeah, baby!

Smith: Harmon putting focus on the leg. Smith is sure loud and excited down there.

Hood: He’s as smart as any veteran in the business as hiring Corey Smith points out.

~ Egan doesn't waste any time, laying in a series of stomps to Calaway's leg. She turns to her stomach, so Egan measures her up and punts her in the side. Calaway shakes her head and crawls to the ropes, leveraging her arms over the middle rope. Egan drives his right knee into the back of Calaway's neck, strangling her across the ropes. Harmon Egan grabs the top rope to keep his balance, placing all his weight on Calaway's neck. Gruff gives the obligatory five count and Harmon breaks at four. ~

Hood: And let me tell you, Harmon Egan does not want to get DQ'ed. Everytime he comes to the ring he wants to be known as the undisputed BEST, and this week is no different. It's looking really good for him now.

~ Finally, he runs and bounces off the opposite ropes, leaps up and crashes his weight down across the upper back of Calaway who rolls backward and lands to both knees. Egan walks to her, grabs her head from the side, and delivers a series of right fists down into Alexandra's skull. He lets go of the head, causing Calaway to fall to her hands and knees before following up with a kick to the gut that crumples her and gets a sympathetic moan from the crowd. She pops to her feet from the force of the kick, staggering around in a doubled over position. She staggers to Egan, who sidehooks her, carries her across the ring, and finally delivers the side Backbreaker. He covers, being sure to hook the leg. ~

1!

2!!

KICKOUT!

~ Egan stands and grabs a handful of Calaway's hair, ignoring the warning of the official before throwing her into the air and giving her a vicious pancake into the canvas. Feeling it, Egan rises to the turnbuckle with Alexandra down and out. And finally, he launches off with a corkscrew shooting star press! ~

Hood: That's Harmon Egan - he's a risktaker!

Smith: Anything to keep his streak alive. Humility is not a quality he has.

~ Egan circles, smiling at the booing capacity crowd but Corey cheers him on and stomps her hands as she slowly tries to pull herself up. He waits for Alexandra to crawl across the ring and pulling herself up at the ropes, then clubs her in the back with a forearm shot. Calaway staggers to a corner, leans back against it, and kicks Egan in the gut. She fires another one, then another. Alexandra goes for a front kick - but Egan catches it and stomps it against the middle rope to end the rally. The crowd gives an audible moan as Egan bounces to the middle rope, standing directly above Calaway's face. He raises a balled right fist into the air, then begins hammering away at her. Alexandra ducks a blow, scrambles behind Egan and pushes him over the top rope ~

Smith: Egan goes down! And it looks like he landed right on his neck from that height. He is in bad shape.

~ Alexandra goes onto one knee, calmly waiting as the ref starts the count out. ~

1!

Hood: What's she doing, she needs to follow up on the offense right now.

2!!

Smith: I actually disagree, this is the first time in a few minutes she's had to recuperate.

3!!!

Hood: That's Harmon Egan down there, not Zeus. Get up and kick his head in if she wants it so badly! 4!!!!

5!!!!!

6!!!!!!

~ Egan is on a knee by 7 and slowly gets to his feet with Corey’s help. He touches the apron right before being counted out - just in time to get a baseball slide to the head. Alexandra's still favoring her leg a bit, but Egan' neck is sore that he can barely stand. Alexandra hops over the top rope, he weakly swings a punch at her direction and Alexandra deflects it, counterattacking with a series of hard knees to the head that get the crowd rolling for the first time tonight. Alexandra grabs Egan by the neck and drapes him across the barricade on the outside by the throat. ~

Hood: Well, his voicebox is useless so what’s the point?

Smith: It still hurts, Hood!

~ Alexandra lands on the barricade and jumps down, curb stomping the latest Bastard and driving his throat into the barricade! Egan flies back, gasping in pain (and it looks weird as fuck not being able to speak) as Alexandra follows up, throwing him back into the ring. Alexandra knees Egan upside the head and pulls him into a powerbomb position -- but the damage done to her knee comes into play and she can't manage the power move - Egan reverses into a DDT!~

Smith: The work on the leg paid off.

Hood: Damn right it did!

~ Egan rises up slowly, grabbing his head. He crawls up to the turnbuckle and sways back and forth before leaping off with a Shooting Star Press - and misses! Alexandra just barely gets a leg up, kicking him in Egan's neck! ~

Smith: Ugh, just seeing that from this position up here is nasty.

Hood: Pussy.

~ Harmon struggles with it initially but manages to get a leg under him and his free arm around his opponent’s head. Alexandra holds onto the move but can't stop him fighting to his feet and then sending her off with a Snapmare. ~

Hood: His turn to target her neck!

~ Alexandra lands seated and Harmon shoots for a Sleeperhold but Alexandra locks up an arm and slips out before dropping him face first into the mat. She then tries to secure a hold on his arm but Harmon rolls to his back and then kips up, only to drop back down immediately and send her off in an Armdrag. Alexandra rolls to her knees and sweeps Harmon for a pin as he comes running but he pushes her off before the ref can even hit the mat. Alexandra then jumps up into a leg sweep herself that earns a pin with the same result. This sends Harmon up first and allows him to catch Alexandra with a knee and back her into the ropes. He then tries to whip her to the ropes but Alexandra turns it around and launches an upward flipping kick that just barely misses the mark as Harmon darts out of the way. ~

Smith: Smart move by Harmon!

Hood: All his moves are smart, Smitty.

Smith: Don’t call me that, Hoodie.

Hood: Why didn’t that raft sink?

~ Alexandra floats over onto a knee and puts up her hands to catch a kick. She then stands up with his leg in hand and sweeps him, dropping Harmon to the mat and leaving him open for a leaping stomp that hits the floor as Harmon rolls behind her. He then catches onto a School Boy attempt for the pin. ~

1!

KICKOUT!

Smith: Alexandra pops out early with adrenaline!

~ Alexandra rolls over onto her knees and into a Guillotine from Harmon that she manages to spin out before he can properly secure it. Alexandra then comes away with a Wristlock but Harmon is quickly to his feet and works his way through a roll through, bridge and twist back standing that allows him to alleviate the pressure. He then slaps her hand away and launches an Enzugiri, but Alexandra decides to walk away, letting him catch nothing but the air before he plummets to the mat. He goes down and gets a rather harsh kick through the top of his head for his troubles. ~

Hood: Guess we're done testing the waters.

Smith: You thought all that before was testing waters?!

~ Harmon turns over into the ropes for a chance to get his bearings but Alexandra drags him back to his feet and puts him into the ropes with the aid of a Forearm shot. Alexandra the turns to whip him away but instead kicks out the back of his legs to sit him down and then follows with a stiff Roundhouse kick in the chest to flatten him out. Alexandra then bounces into the ropes and comes back with a Senton, landing her full weight across his chest. She turns over into a cover. ~

1!

2!!

Smith: Harmon escapes at the count of two.

~ Alexandra then picks him up and flattens him again with a Snap Suplex that she floats over on top and holds down an arm for the cover. ~

1!

2!!

Hood: Harmon sits up like he’s Michael Myers or Jason Voorhees!

Smith: But Alexandra tries for a Kimura.

~ Alexandra bends his arm around his back and begins to work the hold while Harmon scrambles for the ropes. She doesn't get long as Harmon soon finds purchase with a foot but it's enough to leave a lasting impression as Harmon comes up rotating his shoulder and rubbing his neck. Alexandra instantly sets upon it with an Arm-Ringer that drops him face first to the canvas before she turns around and drops a knee into his shoulder blade. She then leans on it and torques his arm until Harmon is able to fight out onto his back. ~

Smith: She’s trying to rip his arm off!

~ Alexandra then lifts him up again and sends Harmon to the ropes, making sure to use his worked over shoulder and neck for a little extra push. She then leads with a back elbow but Harmon ducks under, grabs on and sends her to the ropes in his place before catching her with a huge Spinebuster on the return.~

~ Harmon jumps around to her side and leaps back sending a thrust kick into the leg he had worked over, knocking her down and him dropping into the pin. ~

1!

2!!

KICKOUT!!!

Smith: And Alexandra kicks out.

~ Harmon then jumps to his feet, leans back and launches himself into a standing 450; earning some love from the faithful as they are blood thirsty as he hooks the leg for another pin.

1!

2!!

KICKOUT!!!

Smith: And Alexandra pops out again!

~ Harmon lumbers Alexandra up into the corner and thunders a knee into her gut. He then whips her to the opposite corner and follows but Alexandra uses the ropes to push herself up and come over behind him. She then hooks both his arms, lifts and drops him with a Tiger Suplex. Gruff in to make the count but Alexandra let’s go of an arm, swings herself around and cinches in a Crucifix Armbar to the delight of the fans. ~

Smith: Alexandra with a crucifix-armbar, and this could end it right here.

~ Alexandra wrenches back deep with every intention of popping his shoulder, but Harmon fights her all the way and even manages to get off his back. He then rolls her onto her shoulders while the referee jumps in for a pin. ~

1!

2!!

SHOULDER UP!

Smith: Alexandra powers out!

~ Alexandra cranks his arm until the very last second before slipping out, and as Harmon backs away he can’t help cradling his arm. Alexandra then shoots again but Harmon ducks under, bends his knees and then leans into a backflip that catches Alexandra turning and smashes her in the chest. He falls right over her for the pin. ~

1!

2!!

KICKOUT!!!

Smith: Alexandra still won’t stay down.

Hood: She’s got some fight in her, but he’ll ware that out soon enough.

~ Harmon then pulls Alexandra back to her feet once again and lifts her up in a Vertical Suplex. His arm looks to be bothering him but not enough to break his grip, and he holds her aloft for a few moments before dropping her back forward with a huge Gordbuster. Alexandra crashes down face first and pops back to her knees from the impact. Meanwhile Harmon turns his attention to the ropes. ~

Smith: Looks like he’s setting up a lionsault or something.

Hood: That’ll do it. Corey Smith is groaning in the corner.

~ Egan went to the well again and he really, really paid for it landing on his stomach. Alexandra hooks his leg, twists and locks in a Figure eight! ~

Smith: Not a submission you see often anymore and not sure why, it does tremendous amount of damage!

Hood: Harmon Egan hasn't ever tapped out in his entire career! Besides, maybe she should’ve focused on the shoulder and neck instead.

~ His hand's up! ~

Smith: It goes up, and...

~ Egan holds his hand high and if he could yell “never!” he most definitely would. ~

~ Alexandra rolls off the hold and slaps the mat in frustration before locking in a Dragon Sleeper, bending Egan' neck back painfully. Barely aware of himself, Egan swings a wild series of rights upward, and one connects right under Alexandra's eye, making her drop the hold. He charges in - Alexandra kicks him in the stomach and locks on a butterfly lock. She pauses, throws him backwards - and Egan lands on his feet again, flooring Alexandra with a cutter out of nowhere! Cover! ~

1!

2!

3 - NO!!!!!!

~ Alexandra just barely kicks out of the surprise move. Egan rolls over and pushes her into the turnbuckle, setting her on the top rope with a dangerous looking piledriver. ~

Smith: Here we go!

~ He jumps off the top rope and Alexandra lands squarely on top of her neck! ~

Corey Smith: YES! PIN HER MAN!

Hood: Corey seems excited! I am too! PIN HER!

Smith: Egan can barely move, he can barely make the cover! He should be in a hospital and not a ring!

~ Harmon flips over and he slides an arm over and makes the cover. ~

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2!

3!

Belvedere: And your winner via pinfall... AND STILL OCW CRAZE CHAMPION... HARMON “HARMONY” EGAN!!!!!!

~ Egan slowly walks to the turnbuckle, throwing his hands up as Corey Smith slides in with the Craze belt handing it to his client. Alexandra rolls on the canvas, in an obvious amount of pain as The Knife Man and Machete Phil come running to the ring to check on her. ~

Smith: Heartbreaking loss for Calaway.

Hood: Harmon is at 10-0 now with another successful defence of the Craze title! Can’t wait to see Them No Good Bastards take down PIC and TLS!

Smith: I wouldn’t count them out.

Hood: Already have.

Smith: Up Next folks, Brotherhood of Bastards put their tag titles on the line against our OCW Champion and his frenemy, TLS! You don’t wanna miss it!

~ Victoria Strader sits in her RV, watching the event from a satellite feed as she types away on her Macbook when a knock comes to her door. ~

Victoria Strader: Come in.

~ The Knife Man followed by Machete Phil come in, and stand at the front until Victoria motions for them to take a seat. Once seated, they await her words. ~

Victoria Strader: Thanks for coming, boys. Just like you were out there for Calaway, I know Harmon refused your help back to his RV, I need you to be ready all night. We have the XWF’s legendary Tag Team, Them No Good Bastards, defending the titles tonight and I can’t help but feel they are gonna do whatever they can to retain.

Machete Phil: You want us to help TLS and Wilson win?

Victoria Strader: No, not at all, Phil. Last thing is a repeat of a couple weeks ago. It was aggravating and extremely frustrating to be slandered like that. No, I just want you two to be ready to get out there to help Steve and Soul. Thunder Knuckles wants to make a play for the OCW Championship but I am not allowing him to skip the line. Zybala and whoever wins the Rumble tonight are next.

The Knife Man: Not a problem, ma’am. We’ll be on top of any medical needs tonight. I’ll get Eddy Bueger on stretcher detail.

~ Victoria nods at the both of them, signalling they can leave. Before they Victoria stops them. ~

Victoria Strader: Knifey, tell Knux or Max, either or, I don’t care, that I need to see’em. It’s about security tonight.

The Knife Man: You got it, ma’am.

~ Victoria sighs as the two leave. She looks at the screen. It’s a picture of Christian Cain also known as Outcast. We move back to ringside for tag team action. ~

~The intro to "Raise Your Hands" by Bon Jovi begins to play over the PA system as the crowd erupts in cheers.~

Belvedere: Now making their way to the ring, at a combined weight 467 pounds... He is your OCW CHAMPION... PIC and his partner THE LOST SOUL!!!

~The crowd jumps to their feet and begin to dance and sing along as PIC runs out onto the ramp followed by a stoic TLS.~

You, you got a nasty reputation
We're in a sticky situation
It's down to me and you
So tell me, is it true?
They say there ain't nobody better
Well, now that we're together
Show me what you can do
You're under the gun, out on the run
Gonna set the night on fire
Out on the run, under the gun
Playin' to win

RAISE YOUR HANDS! when you wanna let it go
RAISE YOUR HANDS! when you wanna let a feeling show
RAISE YOUR HANDS! from new york to chicago
RAISE YOUR HANDS! new jersey to tokyo

WOOOOOAAAAAHHHH!!!!

RAISE YOUR HANDS!

~PIC joins them in singing the verse, then thrusts his first in the air as the first "Raise Your Hands" hits TLS shaking his head. He then sprints to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and into the middle of the ring, where he drops to one knee and gives a double gun salute. He takes a moment to himself, then stands and removes his vest and the OCW Championship belt and hands it to the referee as he and TLS take their corner.~

Belvedere: And their opponents... weighing in at a combined weight of we don’t know because they didn’t tell us... coming from some hole in OHIO... they are the OCW Tag Team Champions... THEM NO GOOD BASTARDS!!!

~ The entirely epic XTron video of TNGB takes over the screens on either side of the door to the building as the light towers set up dim all around the people. Thunder Knuckles walks out onto the short pathway to the ring, hyped and ready to fight, pointing out into the crowd. Behind him, Bobby Bourbon deliberately walks out and stops, also pointing out into the crowd. Both men glance at each other and clink their Tag Team Championships together, then in unison point into the ring. The crowd sings along with the song. ~

OCW Faithful: ASSHOLE, DIRTBAG, NO GOOD BASTARDS!

~ TK slides into the ring and gets up onto a knee, beckoning the crowd as Bobby climbs the steps and enters the ring behind him. TK stands and appeals to the crowd as Bobby raises his arms at 45-degree angles. ~

~ DING DING DING ~

~ TLS and Thunder Knuckles lock eyes as both men begin to circle the ring. TLS twists his head back and forth; Thunder Knuckles replies with a douchebag grin. It's sudden as TLS rushes towards Thunder Knuckles and hits him hard with a stiff left. Thunder Knuckles replies in kind with a hard right, and back and forth they trade blows. Left from TLS, right from Thunder Knuckles. Left from TLS, right from Thunder Knuckles. Thunder Knuckles cunningly attempts to kick TLS in the gut, but TLS twists his upper body forward and his lower body back to just avoid getting hit. TLS moves in for a headbutt, but Thunder Knuckles in kind dodges by moving out of the way. TLS with a stiff forward foot thrust, but Thunder Knuckles blocks it by raising his knee and laughs. Thunder Knuckles attempts an arm drag quickly in response, but TLS forces him at the last moment to fall back from it. Both men circle each other once more until Thunder Knuckles throws a right hook, but TLS blocks it with his left arm and throws a right hook of his own where Thunder Knuckles blocks him as well. Both men back up and nod, until Thunder Knuckles rushes forward and grabs a hold of TLS' arm, attempting to whip him into the ropes. TLS reverses, but Thunder Knuckles double reverses and sends TLS into the ropes. As he comes back Thunder Knuckles goes for a clothesline but TLS ducks, straightening his body and sliding underneath Thunder Knuckles in between his legs. TLS quickly jumps up post-slide and bounces off the ropes with a flying elbow, but Thunder Knuckles dodges it and tags Bourbon in quickly. ~

Hood: Neither of them could really hurt each other.

Smith: Hood, we are witnessing veterans of combat here. Neither here is a rookie by any measure, and it just shows how skilled both Thunder Knuckles and TLS are.

Hood: Yeah but now Bourbon is in. TLS just shit his pants.

Smith: I don’t think so.

Hood: Shhh, trying to piss here.

~ PIC is screaming from his side, begging TLS to tag him in. TLS watches closely, Bourbon laughs at both of them as TLS tags PIC in. Not to waste time PIC hops onto the top rope and flies off with a missile dropkick, nailing Bourbon square in the face. Bourbon stumbles back and as PIC hits the ground, Bourbon quickly drops down with a heavy leg drop over PIC's throat. PIC rolls away in pain, as Bourbon gets up and waits. PIC gets up and spits on the ground, raising his hands and turning his head. PIC rushes forward and unleashes a fury of thrust kicks towards Bourbon. Bourbon reels from the attacks, as PIC hits him in a fury in each side of his body. PIC flips forward as Bourbon stumbles back and launches himself upside down with an unorthodox dropkick from the bottom up. Bourbon takes the hit with grace as he bounces off the ropes and drops an elbow on the downed PIC. PIC shakes it off and rolls away, jumping to his feet and running toward Bourbon. He goes for another dropkick but Bourbon grabs his legs and plants him awkwardly with a powerbomb. ~

Hood: Bourbon is a dangerous man.

Smith: Well he is a founding Bastard.

~ Thunder Knuckles waves to TLS from his corner as PIC tags his partner in quickly. Bourbon heads to tag in Thunder Knuckles but TLS runs up on him quickly and hits him with a flying forearm smash to the back of the head. TLS looks at Bobby Bourbon and makes the motion of cutting a throat. Bourbon grabs TLS by the throat and pushes the smaller man forward, but TLS tries to get free and does. Yet Bourbon quickly grabs a hold of his head and plants him with a single armed DDT, TLS' face hitting the canvas hard. PIC starts to argue with Puff, and he walks over, immediately, Thunder Knuckles capitalizes and hops into the ring and both he and Bourbon begin stomping down on TLS. They lift him up and Thunder Knuckles whips him into the ropes. Bourbon lifts TLS up by his body and drops back where TLS lands into the shoulder of Thunder Knuckles, who flattens him with a neckbreaker. TLS rolls in the ring, coughing. ~

Hood: The Lost Soul is about to become a Soul in Hell!

Smith: Why Hell?

Hood: How long have we been calling TLS matches?

Smith: Yeah, valid point.

~ The crowd erupt’s into cheers, confusing Thunder Knuckles and Bourbon for a moment until TLS creeps up on both of them, lashing out a strong elbow to the back of Thunder Knuckle's head sending him crashing to the canvas. Bourbon turns around and is met in kind, a stiff elbow to the throat. The Faithful cheers as TLS waves a middle finger at them. ~

Hood: See?

Smith: I said valid point.

~ TLS waves at Bronx crowd but TLS doesn't see Bourbon up, angrily, behind him. Bourbon grabs a hold of TLS from behind and lifts him up, twisting his body as he hits a hip-toss square in the middle of the ring. TLS winces in pain as Bourbon hooks the leg but PIC is already in the ring and stomps down on the back of Bourbon head to break it up. Thunder Knuckles tackles PIC to the ground and unleashes a fury of fists in the ring on the OCW Champion wanting a shot at it, as TLS himself gets up and grapple holds with Bourbon. The referee forces Thunder Knuckles and PIC back to their corners as Bourbon head butts TLS, sending him stumbling back before Bourbon pulls him forward by grabbing his arm and sends TLS flipping in the air with a powerful clothesline. As TLS hits the canvas, Bourbon continues his assault by landing a big leg drop once more- this time on TLS. ~

Hood: PIC and TLS are being dismantled in a way no one has seen, I believe.

Smith: To be fair, Them No Good Bastards have been teaming a really long time.

Hood: OCW Radio will have a field day with this.

Smith: He’ll find a reason not to do it.

~ Bourbon raises his arms up cockily, as TLS coughs harshly and begins crawling towards his corner. PIC reaches forward for the tag, but Bourbon picks TLS up by one leg and drags him all the way back to the middle of the ring. Bourbon lays in wait as TLS stands up, the crowd chanting "LOST-SOUL" to inspire him. As TLS gets up Bourbon bounces off the ropes and comes forward with a huge boot. TLS ducks right underneath the big man and sends himself forward, but his left leg backwards as he nails a reverse thrust kick to the big man's knee. Bourbon finally drops to one knee but shows no sign of feeling pain, but TLS capitalizes as he bounces off the ropes and and flies forward with a jumping superkick, bending one knee back and straightening one leg forward straight into the back of Bourbon' head. TLS nearly hits the canvas but catches himself on his feet as Bourbon hits the canvas. It's as he stumbles into the ropes Thunder Knuckles hits him with a cheap shot elbow to the back of the head. TLS does not reciprocate as he moves quickly and tags in his partner, PIC. ~

Smith: Damn straight, stay focused TLS. Stay focused on the prize.

Hood: It's not focus, it's fear when he avoids Thunder Knuckles. Fear, Smith. Trust me.

Smith: Riiiiight!

~ PIC hops onto the top rope and comes flying off with a dazzling frog splash. PIC turns Bobby Bourbon over and makes the cover! ~

1!

2- Bourbon literally throws PIC like a ragdoll off of him to break the count. ~

Hood: Gonna take more than that.

Smith: They know what they're doing.

~ PIC begins downward thrust kicking Bobby Bourbon, but Bourbon rolls out of the way and grabs PIC by the foot and throws him backward using his raw strength to send PIC to the canvas with ease. Bourbon is up, meanwhile TLS makes "bang bang" hand signals to Thunder Knuckles from across the ring as PIC now gets himself up. PIC attempts a forward thrust kick in muay thai fashion, but Bourbon grabs his leg again in a block. PIC uses his free leg to push himself up and he jumps up to land a heavy elbow smash into the face of Bobby Bourbon. Bourbon isn't amused as he lands a huge right-handed haymaker punch which spins PIC 360 degrees before he stumbles back. PIC spits a little blood from his mouth and fakes a forward thrust kick as he bends his body back sending his foot forward, but instead of following through he lands on his hands and does a flip catching Bourbon off guard. PIC flips over and bounces off the ropes and punches Bourbon with his elbow while at the same time sending a thrust kick into his knee from mid-air to the cheers of the crowd. Bourbon replies quickly and swiftly, scooping PIC up after the recoil and body slamming him to the canvas. Bobby Bourbon goes to the top rope now, and to the boos of the crowd flies off with a massively powerful elbow drop which has PIC clutching his chest in the middle of the ring. Bourbon stands up proudly and stomps his boot down onto PIC's chest, leaving it there for the cover. ~

1!

2!!

KICK OUT!

~ PIC kicks out and yells something but it’s mumbled as he raises both of his legs up, rolling onto his shoulders and neck to literally double kick Bourbon in the ass. As Bourbon moves off of him, PIC continues to roll and flips himself into the air. He is cheetah like as he jumps and kicks Bourbon in one side of his body, twisting his knees inward then snapping his foot outward into Bourbon' ribs. Bourbon stumbles to the side, as PIC repeats it with the other leg in quick succession to the amazement of the crowd. Thunder Knuckles is anxious now, reaching forward to get the tag in as Bourbon continues to stumble back, the crowd chanting PIC's name. PIC runs back, bouncing off the ropes and then jumping onto the middle ropes to his right, running along the middle ropes carefully until he launches himself to the left where Bourbon is and landing a stunning sideways thrust kick midair sending The Southern Hypocrite over the top rope, but not before Thunder Knuckles tags himself in quickly. ~

Smith: My God the agility displayed here by PIC is downright incredible, the fans are going crazy!!

Hood: Eh I'll give him that... That move was pretty cool. But now watch, he has no idea Thunder Knuckles is the legal man I think.

~ Thunder Knuckles immediately catches PIC as he attempts to regain balance, hitting a Tilt-A-Whirl backbreaker quickly now and rolling him up tightly for a pinfall, PIC seemingly locked in tight. ~

1!

2!!

KICK OUT!

~ Thunder Knuckles cannot believe it as he punches the canvas and looks up at Puff with discontent. PIC quickly rolls himself to the corner and tags in his partner, who hops over the top rope and catches Thunder Knuckles off guard with a falling dropkick to his face. Thunder Knuckles reels but is well rested and up quickly now, countering TLS by catching him with an arm drag and the fans erupt now. A brawl ensues, TLS laying in a right, Thunder Knuckles laying in a left. They cheer! They boo! They cheer! They boo! Thunder Knuckles gains the advantage, this time landing that kick to the gut and grabbing a hold of TLS, taking him down with a northern lights suplex. Quickly and with precision, the bastard locks in a tequila sunrise submission maneuver which has TLS immediately reacting with pain. PIC seems ready to intervene, but on the outside Bourbon is already there and sweeps PIC off his feet on the apron, PIC's face smashing on the side sending him backwards and onto the padded floor on ringside. Bourbon grabs him by the neck and gets to one knee, choking PIC with one hand. PIC struggles, kicking and choking as he grabs Bourbon' single hand with both of his. TLS meanwhile shakes his head in between grimaces of pain as Thunder Knuckles seems determined to make The Lost Soul tap out. ~

Hood: This! This ladies and gentlemen, is an all-out war we are witnessing here tonight folks.

Smith: It is Hood. It's a war for the heart and soul of the OCW itself, and the OCW Champion is frenemy is our hope to end this disease once and for all.

Hood: Oh Lord, you're not buying into all of that are you? Don't you know the greatest tag team of all time is in this match, Smith?

Smith: I wouldn't go so far as to call PIC and TLS the greatest of all time, but certainly one of no question.

Hood: You know I meant The Bastards, right? Right?!

~ Puff is on his knees before TLS and Thunder Knuckles, as TLS continues to shake his head. On the outside, PIC is beginning to pass out. It's at this point he reaches slowly as far as he can underneath the ring next to him to find something while Bourbon looks around at the crowd mocking them. TLS is slipping too, his hand beginning to shake as it slowly raises. Thunder Knuckles nods furiously, applying more and more pressure screaming for TLS to tap. Suddenly PIC pulls out a wrench from beneath the ring, and with his last ounce of strength smashes it across Bobby Bourbon' face as Puff is too busy with Knuckles and Soul. Bourbon falls back, holding his face as PIC's chest caves in and out heavily while he catches his breath. TLS in the ring suddenly breaks free and screams deafeningly to hush the entire crowd. He jumps to his feet and charges forward to Thunder Knuckles and spears him into the corner. TLS begins to pummel him heavily and carefully kneeing Thunder Knuckles in the groin sending him to the canvas in pain. Bourbon is first to recover outside as TLS climbs up to the top rope. Bourbon grabs the wrench and begins repeatedly bashing it into PIC's face as TLS raises his arms in the air and takes a deep breath, flying off the top rope with a stunning corkscrew shooting star press, hitting Thunder Knuckles dead on in the ring. TLS is still hurt though, and notices what Bourbon is doing. Bourbon drops the wrench, which is now covered in PIC's blood with PIC not moving at ringside. ~

Smith: What a corkscrew shooting star press! It's been too long TLS! Pin him! Pin Thunder Knuckles now and end this massacre before it gets any worse!

Hood: Or how about save your partner, you selfish dog! Your partner!

~ TLS looks at Bourbon on the outside, realizing what has happened but quickly hooks the leg on Thunder Knuckles who hasn't moved since the top rope move. ~

1!

Smith: Win it TLS! Win it for OCW!

2!

Hood: You fool! You've just ended your partner career!

3-ROPE BREAK!

~ Thunder Knuckles lifts his leg onto the bottom rope, breaking the count to the dismay of TLS. Bourbon wipes the blood of PIC on his chest and points to TLS. TLS stands in the middle of the ring as Thunder Knuckles carefully gets himself up behind him, the crowd booing vehemently as Bourbon picks PIC up, holding him up like a broken doll. TLS stomps his foot and cringes, moving forward and cussing Bourbon out. PIC seems knocked out as Bourbon lets go, PIC falling limp to the ground. The Knife Man and Machete are already heading to ringside. TLS looks over the top rope, yelling PIC's name. Everyone in the crowd is on their feet, mothers covering the eyes of their crying children in the crowd. Thunder Knuckles grabs TLS from behind, hooking both his arms and suplexing him back, nailing his head and shoulders on the canvas. TLS is hurt badly now as Thunder Knuckles heads to the top rope with the look in his eye. The fans begin to boo heavily as Bourbon raises his arms at ringside in victory as Thunder Knuckles flies off the top rope!

Hood: WHAT AN ELBOW DROP!!

Smith: WAIT! WAIT TLS RAISED HIS KNEES AND BLOCKED IT! The fans are going NUTS Hood!

Hood: DAMN IT!

~ Thunder Knuckles reels, holding his midsection in pain as TLS gets to his feet. Bourbon slides into the ring now and cracks his neck, as Thunder Knuckles begins to recover as fast as possible. The referee is demanding Bourbon leave the ring, and as TLS checks on PIC he sees that PIC is being attended to by TKM and MP at ringside. ~

Smith: Oh my god... I think this just turned into a handicap match, Hood. PIC is finished. He might have a concussion, or worse. You can kill someone the way Bourbon pounded that wrench into his face.

Hood: Rest in Peace PIC and TLS.

~ TLS looks at PIC and his normal stoic look becomes even more focused. Thunder Knuckles and Bourbon are up now, both mocking and laughing at him. TLS turns around and stomps his foot on the canvas. TLS rushes forward now and double clotheselines both men, knocking Thunder Knuckles down but Bourbon merely stumbles back onto the ropes and as he bounces off them he drops himself with his elbow out onto TLS' chest. Bourbon helps Thunder Knuckles to his feet now and both men grab a hold of the top rope and lay siege with their boots to TLS' upper and lower body, TLS raising his arms to protect himself but to futility. Thunder Knuckles heads to the top rope and Bourbon lifts TLS up and over his body in a powerbomb position. The dazed General of the OCW is helpless as Thunder Knuckles grabs him by the head on the top rope, Bourbon remaining in the powerbomb position. Thunder Knuckles locks in as if to do a reverse DDT, and he and Bourbon count together 1... 2... and Thunder Knuckles leaps off, twisting his body around as Bourbon moves TLS's body with Thunder Knuckles, Thunder Knuckles dropping TLS in a reverse DDT as Bourbon slams both men down with force in a massive sitdown powerbomb. The crowd shrieks as TLS convulses in the ring from the incredible double team move as PIC on the outside is placed on a stretcher brought out by Eddy Bueger. ~

Hood: WHOA! WHOA! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!

Smith: God save us now... This cannot be happening folks. I am so sorry. I can't keep my composure right now.

Hood: Are... Are you going to cry, Smith?

Smith: Look around you Hood, there are a lot of people in this crowd crying right now. It is a nightmare to behold the awesome power of Them No Good Bastards.

Hood: Finally, you admit it. Them No Good Bastards. Still OCW Tag Team Champions!

~ Bourbon smirks as he hooks the leg on TLS, and Thunder Knuckles raises his arms in victory. ~

1!

2!!

3!!!!!!

~ DING DING DING ~

Belvedere: And your winners via pinfall and STILL OCW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... THEM NO GOOD BASTARDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Smith: Wow... I really thought PIC and TLS would’ve worked better together like they did in the Margarita Mix.

Hood: TLS was the weak link then and the weak link now! BASTARDS FOREVER!!!!

Smith: PIC was taken out early and you have to wonder if he’ll blame TLS for his situation.

Hood: I know I would.

Smith: But you are a prick.

Hood: I like to think I am a bastard.

Smith: That too. Anyway... It’s time to retire the Savage and TransAtlantic titles and crown the reinstated Paradigm Champion! Will it be The Nickleman with another Bastard as champion? Or Sahara Duke? We find out... NEXT!

~ Victoria is in line in the catering tent holding a tray with a Cherry Coca-Cola on it, and a plate of low-mien. Taking a seat, she feels a hand on the left shoulder of her pink blazer. Looking up, she see’s Mad Max standing tall, in a security uniform. Her face is as serious looking as it always is. ~

Victoria Strader: Max, took you long enough. Sit down.

~ Victoria places her tray down at one of the dozen round tables in the catering tent, pulling out her chair to sit down. Mad Max sits down across from her boss and former lover. ~

Mad Max: Sorry, Vee. Knux and I were dealing with an issue. Knux is handling it.

Victoria Strader: So listen, All Consuming Fire has revealed his identity, and I am concerned it’s going to draw a former employee here tonight, or back down in Florida at the OCW Arena next Monday.

Mad Max: Who is he?

~ Victoria opens her can of Cherry Coke, taking a sip as she takes her chopsticks, twirling and grabbing a bite of her noodles. ~

Victoria Strader: Solomon Cain. I am concerned it’s going to draw my sister and possibly my Auntie Tee back around, seeing as they grew close during their time here. I don’t need them blindsiding my talent, for whatever that reason may be. Understood?

~ Max nods and gets up heading back to her duties. Victoria takes a bite and takes another sip of her Cherry Coke. She sighs, quietly speaking out loud to herself. ~

Victoria Strader: And so are the Days of Our Lives....

OCW Paradigm Championship
SAHARA DUKE (8-4) VS THE NICKLEMAN (9-2)

~ Belvedere stands centre ring ready to go! ~

Belvedere: The following match is scheduled for one-fall! And is for the OCW PARADIGM CHAMPIONSHIP!!!! Introducing first...

~ “Since I’m a Bastard – This Grey City” starts to play and the fans boo loudly as he finger-pistols them like the bastard he is. Get it? Anyway.~

Belvedere: Hailing from Steubenville, Ohio representing THE BROTHERHOOD OF BASTARDS.... HE IS THE OCW SAVAGE CHAMPION THE NICKLEMAN!!!!

~As the lights dim, fog slowly rolls over the stage as if emanating from a dark beyond. The random sounds of a radio tuning through various stations floats over the arena as bright white lights suddenly shine up from beneath the stage, bathing the entryway in an angelic glow. Slowly, white webbing begins to appear on the darkened tron as of a spider spinning it's web…~

ADRENALIZE ME

~As the hard-hitting beat of In This Moment’s ‘Adrenalize Me’ begins pumping through the arena, The White Widow, Sahara Duke emerges through the ghostly fog with both championship belts.~

Belvedere: From Chicago, Illinois… she is YOUR OCW Transatlantic Champion… Sahara Duke!!!

COME A LITTLE BIT CLOSER
BEFORE WE BEGIN
LEMME TELL YOU HOW I WANT IT
AND EXACTLY WHAT I NEED

~As Sahara moves toward the center of the walkway, her rows of platinum braids shine from within the shadows. Clad in black and white attire, one of her boots is emblazoned with the word White, and the other Widow. Her jaw is clenched tight, and her face etched with a permanent scowl of condescension. She slowly turns her gaze toward the fans before locking eyes on the squared circle as webs continue to engulf the big flat screens hung on either side of the buildings door and on the pillars for the Faithful to see, spelling out the name... SAHARA~

I'M HERE FOR ONE DRUG
I'M ONLY HERE FOR ONE THING
SO COME ON AND TELL ME
CAN YOU FLY LIKE YOU'RE FREE?

~As the music continues to tell her tangled tale, she charges toward the ring and jump slides through the bottom rope. She hands her Transatlantic Title to Puff as well as the Savage, then climbs to the top of one of the turnbuckles, wrapping her leg around the top rope staring at Nickleman.~

~ DING DING DING ~

~ Nickleman and Sahara circle each other in the ring. Sahara dives in going for a single leg takedown but Nickleman pounds away with a forearm to her back, sending Sahara down to one knee. Sahara still digs forward trying to take Nichols down to the canvas, but Nickleman is doing his best to stand tall and keep from allowing Sahara to get him on the mat. ~

Smith: This match has been brewing for over a month since The Commissioner announced the title retirements and return of the Paradigm strap.

Hood: It’s hard to go against my Bastards but it’s Missus Duke we are talking about. She’s got this.

~ Nickleman falls on his back and Sahara is there with a leglock, turning it quickly into a grapevine, but Nickleman plants a foot in her chest sending her backwards. Nickleman is up to his feet quickly charging forward, Sahara with a leap frog to avoid the charge. Nickleman stops quickly, but Sahara with a dropkick sends Nickleman into the turnbuckle where she follows up with a clothesline then a shoulderblock to the midsection of the Bastard. Sahara lifts Nickleman onto the top turnbuckle, showing her immense strength but Nickleman fights back with a forearm shot to Sahara's temple that rocks the Steubenville native momentarily. Sahara continues to climb upwards, placing palm shots into Nickleman's jaw rocking him backwards. Sahara hooks Nickleman for a top rope belly to belly superplex. ~

Hood: Sahara going for a big move early.

Smith: Nickleman with a knee blocks!

~ Nickleman places another knee into the ribs of Sahara Duke stopping her from the belly to belly. Nickleman with a big right palm strike sends Sahara down onto her back and Nickleman leaps with a bigtime body splash onto Sahara. Nichols with a leg drop, but Sahara rolls out of the way causing Nickleman to leg drop the mat, Sahara with a quick running knee catches Nickleman in the forehead. ~

Hood: Dumb move from Sahara there.

Smith: Why is that?

Hood: Because Nickleman's skull is thick, she'll hurt her knee.

~ Sahara places a knee in between Nickleman's shoulder blades as she pulls back on both of his wrists, Nickleman's face winces from the sharp and sudden pain. Nickleman rolls to the left, to the right, but there is no way to go that relieves the pain. The crowd is getting behind Sahara here loving this here OCW action. Nickleman gets his right leg under him as Sahara does her best to keep the hold locked in, Nickleman with his left leg under him now. Sahara pulls back further and Nickleman shoves backwards sending Sahara back first into the turnbuckle, dropping the submission hold. Nickleman rolls his shoulders before turning around into a clothesline from Sahara. Nickleman ducks catching Sahara around the waist sending her down with a release German suplex. Sahara's neck slams on the canvas, but Sahara struggles back up to her feet quickly to meet the charging Nickleman. Nickleman goes for a clothesline of his own, but Sahara ducks under hooking Nickleman with a rear waistlock of her own. Nickleman jumps up, sort of with a springboard that flips him over the back of Sahara to land on his feet. Sahara seems shocked at this. ~

Smith: A springboard move from Nickleman?

Hood: Surprised the ropes could hold his fat ass.

~ Nickleman with a big boot right into Sahara's back as the crowd continues to cheer on their Duke. Sahara's face slams into the turnbuckle before she turns around. Nickleman charges in, but Sahara lifts up her right boot. Nickleman grabs the boot, Dragon screw legwhip from Nickleman sends Sahara down to the canvas on her back. Nichols jumps up into the air, coming down with a leg drop across Sahara's throat before he pulls her back to a vertical base. Nickleman with a forearm to Sahara's chest, backing her into the corner. Nickleman places Sahara on the top turnbuckle, tucking his own head under Sahara's left arm for added height. Sahara with a quick rib shot and a leap from the top turnbuckle, still cradling Nickleman's skull. ~

Hood: Top Rope Tornado DDT!

Smith: Nickleman may be unconscious!

~ Cuff is there in Nickleman's face, but the Bastard is not unconscious as he shakes his head "No" trying to shove up to his feet. Sahara comes in with another running knee strike sending Nickleman over onto his back, Sahara stomps away at Nickleman's ankle, trying to stop any big moves from Nichols.

Smith: Sahara going after the left ankle of Nickleman here.

Hood: I'd go after the neck, Nickleman probably has problems with his neck.

~ Sahara, seemingly have heard Hood, goes to Nickleman's head pulling him up to his feet. Sahara with a forearm shot to Nickleman sending him into the ropes. An Irish whip sends Nickleman across the ring, Sahara comes in with a diving shoulderblock that doubles Nickleman over. Sahara hits the ropes, swinging neckbreaker down to the canvas. Sahara gets in Nickleman's face taunting him. Sahara gets up, pointing down to Nickleman before yelling something out to the crowd. Sahara with a stomp on Nickleman's face before she leans down to pull him back up to his feet. Forearm to the chest followed by a low leg strike from Sahara has Nickleman hobbling on his left leg. Nickleman is whipped into the ropes again, Sahara with a drop toe hold sends Nickleman face first into the canvas right at Cuff's feet. She makes a pin attempt!

1!

2!!

KICKOUT

Smith: Sahara is locking on a crippler crossface on Nickleman after his kickut.

Hood: Will Nickleman utter those two words that no competitor wants to sa?

~ Cuff is right in Nickleman's face, but Nichols is not saying anything. Sahara rears back on the submission hold, putting a huge amount of strain on the neck of Nickleman, but all Nichols is seeing is the bottom rope about five feet away from his outstretched hand. The crowd is really into this match. Nickleman digs in his toes, shoving forward only an inch, but it is an inch closer than he was. Sahara is sweating from the effort of holding in the hold, Nickleman flexing to try and break the hold as he crawls ever so slowly forward. ~

Hood: Nickleman has got to quit or risk injuring himself permanently, live to fight another day.

Smith: Nickleman will fight until he can no longer move.

Hood: If Sahara holds this move on much longer, Nickleman may never be able to move again.

~ Nickleman reaches out, four feet away from the ropes, he plants his free arm and shoves to the left. Sahara rolls, but now has Nickleman still in the crossface but it appears to be choking Nickleman now. ~

Hood: Nickleman is turning red Smith, this can't be good.

Smith: Nickleman may pass out, but I don't think you'll hear him uttering those words tonight.

~ Nickleman plants his feet shoving backwards and reaching out with his free hand and is in the side ropes, he knew exactly what he was doing in getting closer to a different set of ropes. Cuff is there to administer a five count to Sahara and make her break the hold. ~

1!

2!!

3!!!

~ Four... Sahara breaks the hold and Nickleman gasps in relief as he rubs at his neck, but Sahara is there with a kick to his ribs that rolls Nickleman onto the ring apron. Sahara hits the ropes, baseball sliding right into Nickleman's ribs and sending him onto the floor. Sahara looks at the crowd. Nickleman moves up to his forearms and knees, but Sahara comes flying over the top rope with a plancha that sends Nickleman back on his front, Sahara rolls up to her feet in front of a pillar. Sahara looks down at Nickleman before pulling him up to his feet and slamming him head first into the pillar. ~

Smith: Those pillars are made of brick, Hood.

Hood: I can see that, Smith.

~ Sahara slams Nickleman's head down into the pillar a second time, a thir... Nickleman blocks the third attempt. Nickleman with an elbow into Sahara's midsection, a second elbow, and a third breaks the hold Sahara has on his head. Nickleman with a European uppercut that backs Sahara up Nickleman with a belly to belly suplex that sends Sahara right into the pillar. ~

Smith: No way that doesn’t do permanent damage.

Hood: I can see that Smith, I'm not blind you know.

~ Nickleman pulls Sahara up the asphalt covered by thin mats, whipping her into the ring apron before slamming her face into the apron with a clothesline to the back of her head. Sahara's forehead is extremely red, the blood just under the surface of the skin. Nickleman lowers himself to one knee, placing Sahara on his shoulders in a torture rack position and jumping up and down to add pressure to the back and neck of Sahara who is struggling to free herself from the submission. Sahara adjusts her boob weight forward then backwards flipping Nickleman over onto his head, but the counter cost Sahara as she lays there panting on her front as Nickleman is starting to stir back up to his feet. Sahara is on one knee now, but here comes Nickleman with a running knee right into Sahara's face that twists her head to the side, sending her down onto her side; Sahara holds at the back of her neck in obvious pain. Nickleman stumbles, holding onto the ring apron for support. Nickleman turns, Sahara with a running elbow to Nichols that doubles him over. Sahara plants Nickleman's face into the canvas before turning to plant him face first into the ringpost and busting Nickleman open on the steel. Nickleman spins around right into an over the head belly to belly suplex throw that lands Nickleman right on his neck as well. ~

Hood: Nickleman going right after Sahara's neck is causing Sahara to go right after Nickleman's neck.

Smith: Excellent strategy by Sahara, although Sahara has gone after more than one of Nickleman's body parts here so far.

~ Sahara pulls herself back up to her feet as she stalks Nickleman who is slowly getting back up as well, blood dripping slowly down to the floor. Sahara with a vicious punt kick that sends Nickleman over onto his back, Sahara with a knee drop onto Nickleman's throat as she motions for Cuff to ask. ~

Smith: Sahara getting referee Cuff to ask Nickleman if he is ready to give here.

Hood: Surely Nickleman will.

~ The Nickleman refuses. Sahara looks a bit shocked, but respectful as she pulls him back up to his feet. Right hand, left hand, quick thigh kick combo rocks Nickleman backwards. Sahara looks down at her handywork before quickly climbing onto the barricade and leaping with a leg drop that seems to bend Nickleman's neck the wrong way, but it does cause Nickleman to fall off the ring apron and onto his face. ~

Hood: Sahara is giving The Bastard hell here tonight.

Smith: You are even more fickle than the average wrestling fan. Been for the Bastards all and night and suddenly not anymore.

Smith: Sahara doesn't want to lose, but more importantly she wants to win the Paradigm championship on her own because Victoria Strader banned everyone from ringside and hired a brand referee in Cuff to make sure nothing is screwy.

Hood: He’s been letting them wrestle not doing any count outs.

~ Sahara with a knee drop right into the lower part of Nickleman's back before stepping up onto the ring apron. Sahara comes down with an elevated double knee drop that has Nickleman rolling in agony here beside the ring. Sahara sets Nickleman up, sending him down with the bull dog as he rises up and the crowd moans, believing Nickleman to be finished here in this contest of wills. Sahara uses all her might to get Nickleman back in the ring. Sahara yells at Cuff to get in and ask the question as she wraps Nickleman up in a figure four.

Hood: Nickleman is locked in a figure-four, only a matter of Cuff asking the question.

~ Nickleman shakes his head, pure agony on his face as he thinks of a way to extract himself from this most painful move. Sahara leans more, sending more pain through Nickleman's body before Nickleman rolls Sahara over breaking the hold. Sahara's head slams into the matt but she gets back up. Sahara rushes back as Nickleman is trying to get up to his feet, boot to the... Nickleman catches the ankle spinning Sahara around and spearing her left knee. He makes the cover! ~

1!

2!!

3-NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

Smith: Wow he almost got her there

Hood: Sahara is tough, she wants this more than him. Mark my words.

~ Sahara is clutching at her left knee, After kicking out! Nickleman nods his head out of respect for Sahara's tenacity, knowing that this match may go on for a long time. Nickleman places his right arm on the ring apron, pulling himself up, he wipes the blood from his forehead as Sahara struggles up as well, holding at her left knee. Nickleman charges in with a clothesline, but Sahara ducks and Nickleman slams a knee into his forehead that sends him into a seated position against the corner turnbuckle. ~

Smith: Nickleman looks spent.

Hood: Sahara has gone all out tonight.

~ Nickleman places his head under Sahara's arm as he lifts him into the air, spinning around with a Alabama Slam that sends Sahara's lower back across the top turnbuckle. Nickleman jumps over, sending the point of his elbow into Sahara's throat that sends Sahara on over and into the area near the barricade. Nickleman pulls himself back up, wiping the blood off his face with a handkerchief from Cuff and pulling Sahara back up to a vertical base. Nickleman lifts Sahara up, gorilla press slam onto the unforgiving concrete has Sahara motionless, but Nickleman isn't finished just yet. Nichols grabs the left ankle of Sahara and begins to kick it with the sole of his boot repeatedly before applying a single legged Boston Crab to Missus Duke.

Smith: You can’t win out there, Nickleman!

~ Nickleman reaches back, applying more pressure, but Sahara just shakes her head in denial as the sweat is beginning to pour off both her and Nickleman with the intenseness of this match. Sahara reaches out grabbing the legs of a metal folding chair that the fan has vacated. Somehow folding it up, she swings back over his head nailing Nickleman in the back of his skull. Nickleman drops the submission to stumble forward. Cuff didn’t see it as he getting OCW Faithful away from the area. ~

Hood: Sahara with an innovative counter there.

Smith: Perfectly legal when the referee doesn’t see it, I guess.

~ Nickleman is shaking his head as Sahara hobbles up to her feet. Nickleman turns around, Nickleman hops the barricade barely and gets back in the ring. Sahara in close pursuit. Sahara seems to be letting the adrenaline do her driving as she brings up hers for a double arm forearm smash. Nickleman with a double kick out to Sahara's left leg causes the Missus Duke to drop and holds her knee in obvious pain. ~

Smith: Nickleman connects solidly with Sahara's left knee there.

Hood: Sahara appears to be in a lot of pain here, Nickleman may have broken the left knee of Sahara.

~ Nickleman pulls himself up once more, walking over to Sahara who is rolling around holding her left knee. Nickleman pushes his friendship with her husband to side as he knows what is at stake here in this match so he moves in. Nickleman grabs the ankle of Sahara, wrapping the Missus Duke up in a Texas Cloverleaf. ~

Smith: Texas Cloverleaf, will Sahara give Nickleman the Paradigm Championship?

Hood: That crazy Bastard is going to break her leg!

~ Cuff slides into position. Sahara shakes her head no, afraid to speak at the moment. Nickleman sits up to fall backwards to add even more pressure to Sahara's left knee, Sahara grunts from the pain, his skin beginning to turn white from the agony his knee is going through.

Hood: Sahara trying to counter the hold by flipping the big Bastard

Smith: But Nickleman counters by rolling the other way and keeping the hold locked in.

~ Cuff gets down in Sahara's face, asking her if she quits. ~

Sahara: FUCK YOU!

~ Nickleman drops the hold as she manages to grab a hold of the bottom rope. Cuff makes him give her space as she pulls herself up. Someone in the crowd throws a beer at Cuff, hitting him in the face. He looks pissed but doesn’t see Sahara come up and kick The Nickleman right in the testicles! ~

Smith: He goes down, hard!

Hood: And she is somehow on the top rope! Is she going for... ?

~ VENOM DROP (Coup de Grâce/Double Stomp off the Top Rope) The New York Faithful are up on their feet as she falls backawards on top of Nickleman, the pain in her leg becoming too much. ~

1!

2!!

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

~ DING DING DING ~

Belvedere: And your winner via pinfall... and NEW OCW PARADIGM CHAMPION... SAHARA DUKE!!!!!!!!!!!!

Smith: She did it and without any help this time! A truly deserved win for Sahara Duke! And the Bastards win 2 out of 3 tonight!

Hood: Told ya.

~ “Just A Girl” by No Doubt hits and VICTORIA STRADER walks out with the OCW Paradigm Championship belt over her shoulder. She walks to the ring and Cuff holds down the bottom rope down for her. She holds up the belt, the Faithful cheering and she lays over the waist of Sahara Duke. The cameras pick up her words. ~

Victoria Strader: See? I told you. Congratulations, Lauren. You earned this fair and square.

~ Victoria hops out of the ring, collecting the OCW Savage Championship and OCW TransAtlantic Championship. Her fingertips run down the TA faceplate, staring at it for a moment, heads back inside the building, and out the back to her personal RV. ~

Smith: Well folks, Victoria in classy fashion congratulated the new champion

Hood: I guess not all Straders are bad.

Smith: You forget you liked the former and greatest TransAtlantic champion ever and Tamika saved this company from financial ruin because let’s face it, Zybala and Welsh suck with money.

Hood: Poblano took it.

Smith: Whatever. Up next is why we are all here tonight ladies and gentlemen... up next... THE RUMBLE of RUMBLE IN THE BRONX!!!!!!!!!!!

~ We are in the staging area behind the building that Smith and Hood are sitting on top of and Victoria is standing, arms folded, looking at long-time OCW Referees Gruff, Scruff and Puff. ~

Victoria Strader: Alright gentlemen, the moment is approaching: The Rumble is about ready to begin. I want absolutely no one able to scrutinise the outcome of this event. This event is important to OCW and everyone who signed up for it.

~ Victoria paces back and forth and doesn’t notice someone walking up behind her. ~

Victoria Strader: So go out there, make the company proud, and honestly, enjoy the show. Most importantly, do your job to the best of your abilities. I chose you three because you have been here the longest so don’t let me down.

~ Victoria sends them on their way, watching them go inside the building to get to the other side. She looks up, mouthing a few hopeful words and is slightly startled to see the woman standing there but hides it really well. ~

Victoria Strader: Well, somehow, I am not surprised. That’s what I get for believing in Maxine and Knux. So, tell me, Ronnie, what are you doing here?

Veronica Strader: Oh, don’t blame them. I used the old man to get in. You know, a father looking to make it up to one of his 78 children.

~ Victoria laughs, nodding her head and rolling her eyes all at the same time.~

Victoria Strader: Right, Matthew. I guess I am not surprised. You are looking well, all things considered.

Veronica Strader: Hah, all things considered. Yeah, the coma apparently did me well.

Victoria Strader: Karma. It’s a bitch, isn’t it?

Veronica Strader: Yeah, you would be good to remember that.

~ Veronica pulls her right arm back but it’s grabbed by The Raven, Matthew Knox as he steps in between his kids. ~

Veronica Strader: What are doing here?

Matthew Knox: I’m number two in this thing. Why are you two fighting? Haven’t you done enough of that?

Victoria Strader: Oh, you know, Ronnie letting her anger get the best of her.

Veronica Strader: The best of me?! My boyfriend was attacked and went missing on your watch and I think you had something to do with it!

Victoria Strader: What happened to Outcast is unfortunate, but if I wanted to get Outcast, he would’ve never made it out there! So why don’t you head back to mom, and be useful. For Once.

~ Veronica’s shoulders drop back and goes to lunge at Vee but daddy dearest grabs a hold of her and starts taking her away. ~

Victoria Strader: Bye Ronnie, say hi to Auntie Tee for me.

~ Victoria sneers and Knox looks back at her with that fatherly “come on, you are better than that” look as he calms Veronica down before he heads out to the ring. Victoria spins on her heel and heads towards her RV to watch the Rumble in peace as she shakes her head, chuckling to herself over the confrontation after calling the disturbance earlier in the night. ~

~ Pyros shoot off as we open up to a shot of Monsignor Raul Del Valle Square, filled completely with eager fans, who have come from all over for the Rumble in the Bronx Pay Per Viewfor the championship matches but especially for the huge match on this misty autumn evening in in the Bronx of New York City. The cameras switch from different views to give a telling of the jam-packed show, before moving down to the single table on top of the station house looking down on the small entrance way and the ring with the perfect birds-eye view, where Smith and Hood have been sitting, eager to call the main event! ~

Smith: Oh man, it’s time!!

Hood: A first ever for OCW!

Smith: Commissioner Strader sure went all out on tonight’s show, cementing a legacy outside of what her aunt and sister did in the ring in their short time here.

Hood: As much as I am a fan of our owner, I hate to admit that Victoria has done something the company has never seen before!!

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight we welcome you to the main event of the night … the RUMBLE IN THE BRONX!!

Belvedere: The rules of the match is as follows… four participants will begin the match, and then later, a new person will enter. The only way to be eliminated from this match is to be thrown over the top rope and both feet must hit the floor. When there are just five persons left, each elimination will earn the participant a title shot. Fifth and fourth will go on to challenge for the OCW Tag-Team titles, while the third will earn a Craze title shot at the next PPV, runner up will challenge for the newly reinstated OCW Paradigm Championship, and the overall winner will challenge for the OCW Championship at HARDWIRED TO SELF DESTRUCT against Mike Zybala and the current champion PIC!

Smith: Everyone knows the rules! Let’s get this match started!!

Hood: I still don’t see why we have to call it Rumble In the Bronx if Jackie Chan isn’t here!

Belvedere: And now, I’d like to introduce to you, the person who drew number one!

~ The crowd is buzzing with anticipation as they know who are the first four, their Thadddeus Duke being number. ~

Smith: And the owner is about to grace us with his presence.

Hood: The winner tonight, mark my words!

~ Thad’s “Hart Attack” Theme begins and the crowd jumps up, with loud fuckin’ cheers... with the cheers likely being that this is New York City and he can do no wrong here. He appears out of the entrance to the building in the square in front of the ring! Indeed, he struts towards the ring with a Cheshire grin type grin as he makes his way. Stepping in, Thad spins in the center with his arms spread outwards, begging the crowd to cover him in more obvious adulation! Thad then turns and waits to Knox who drew number two. ~

Smith: Well, here comes Matthew Knox!

Hood: I guess I can’t call favoritism from the boss if he’s number two.

Belvedere: And now, the one who drew number two!

~ ‘Hell Broke Luce’ by Tom Waits plays, and out comes THE RAVEN himself, who looks as cocky as he always does. ~

Smith: The Raven looking confident.

Hood: Knox has a very successful wrestler out there in the world but this is OCW and it’s a different ball game here…

~ Knox steps into the ring, never taking his eyes off of Thad, after all Thad has slept with two of his daughters, that we know of anyway. Outside the ring, three referees surround the squared circle, each only there to confirm eliminations. ~

Belvedere: And now, the one who drew number three!

~ ‘Give It Away’ by Red Hot Chili plays, and out comes OCW upstart TEARRA SKYE herself, she throws her fist up in the air with a huge grin being on her first PPV. ~

Smith: Skye is looking excited for her OCW PPV debut.

Hood: After losing to Calaway she wants to make up and get herself a shot at something.

~ Skye steps into the ring, watching both Thad and Knox. ~

Belvedere:: And now, the one who drew number four!

~ ‘Out of The Black’ by Royal Blood plays, and out comes Jack Sullivan herself, who looks out at the cheering crowd. ~

Smith: Knox is the oldest competitor in the ring with Sullivan at 18, Skye in her twenties the same as OCW Majority Owner.

Hood: Two veterans versus two rookies. Could be a hell of a start to the match!

~ Sullivan slides into the ring, never taking her eyes off of Tearra, Thad and Knox. Gruff, one of the three referees surrounding the ring nods to the time keeper up beside Smith and Hood. ~

~ DING DING DING ~

Smith: Here we go!!

Hood: Let’s get the Rumble in the Bronx Started!!

~ All four competitors just staring at each other, none making a move yet. ~

Smith: All just looking at each other!

Hood: Thad is just eyeing up his competition putting a game plan together!!

~ Suddenly out of nowhere Tearra Skye bolt’s diagonally across the ring, leaps up and delivers a huge missile drop kick to The Raven, taking him completely by surprise as he flips over the top rope hitting one of the pillars near the ring and the crowd goes nuts chanting Skye’s name as Sullivan and Duke can’t help but laugh at the surprise attack like that. ~

OCW Faithful: TE-ARR-A! TE-ARR-A! TE-ARR-A!

Smith: KNOX IS OUT! SKYE WITH THE DROPKICK!!

Hood: Look at that surprised look on all their faces! Especially Knox!

ELIMINATED: MATTHEW THE RAVEN KNOX!

~ Knox looks up at Skye. He nods and we can see him mouth the words “Good job, kid” as he waves goodbye to the crowd. ~

Smith: That was crazy, Hood!

~ Sullivan wastes no time hitting a massive chop on Duke, before Thad blocks a second and with his smile gone, he hits a closed right fist against Sullivan’s chin and the kid is dropped hard to the canvas. A bit peeved now, Thad picks her up and throws her into the corner, and just begins to pummel the poor kid. After a serious of kicks and punches, Skye attacks Thad from behind a double arm axe-hand, turns him around and throws him to the other corner and she runs in with a splash. Thad stumbles out, and Sullivan answers with a quick drop kick! ~

Smith: Thad now dealing with the two young upstarts!

Hood: Oh, he’s gonna be fine! Oh, the next competitor is coming out!

OCW Faithful: FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE!!

~ From the entrance, ‘Judas’ by Fozzy plays over the loud speakers and CHRONIC CHRIS PAGE comes walking down to the ring, sliding in as Sullivan has thrown Thad to the ropes and is trying to exercise him from the ring. Skye runs up and flips Page up and over and the OCW Faithful rises and gasps, but Page hits the apron and slides under the bottom rope. ~

Smith: Wow smart move by Chris Page to avoid a quick elimination!!

Hood: The veteran mind behind CCPE!

~ Skye brings Page back into the ring, and they both turn, but Thad is up and as both competitors’ race at him, he ducks their double clothesline and as they spin back around, quick as a hiccup, Thad hits a superkick on Tearra, who crashes down, and Thad rushes in, only to get caught in a twisting power slam from Chronic Chris Page. ~

Smith: Page taking Thad down after Thad kicked the taste out of Skye’s mouth!

Hood: This is why he’s the boss, Smith! He’s got the power!

~ Up and dusting his hands, Page aims and drops a hard elbow on Skye. Pulling Skye up by the hair, Page throws her to the ropes, intending to toss her over. He gets one leg up, and tries for the other, but Sullivan whacks him across the forehead with a sharp jab. Page back peddles and Sullivan spears him to the canvas. Meanwhile, Thad has pulled himself up at the corner, rubbing his back. ~

Smith: The rookies are doing a great job against the veterans! Especially one like Chris Page who has twenty some odd years in the game of professional wrestling.

Hood: No surprise there, Smith. You got to have the will to survive. If you’re going to get knocked out that easily, you don’t even belong here in the OCW!

~ Page stomps on Sullivan, but Sullivan catches his foot, twists him and as Page falls, Skye nips up! She turns towards Thad, but Thad rushes out of the corner. Thad hits a dropkick, sending Tearra to the ropes but holds on to stop and rolls out under the bottom rope to the floor to catch her breath. He rises up fast and rushes in to clothesline Page who is by the ropes looking at Skye, to put him up and over, but Thad bends and heaves and Chronic Chris Page finds himself out on the floor! ~

Smith: And Page is out as quickly as he came in is out of the rumble!!

Hood: Quick and Easy, Thad is now one man closer to finishing the match!

~ He grins down at Page, who lays haphazardly on the floor, and Tearra returns and tries to flip Thad up and over. Catching the ropes, Thad hits a mule kick backwards between Skye’s legs, and she falls to the canvas in pain because it hurts for women as well, misogynistic pricks. ~

Smith: Skye is down!

Hood: Look! The next competitor is about to come down!!

OCW Faithful: FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE!!

~ ‘Zombie’ by The Cranberries starts to play signalling AXIS is next and he is racing down to the ring! He slides in, comes right for Sullivan, but Sullivan drops and rolls towards the middle of the ring to avoid the attack, jumps up and a superkick sends Axis right into an unsuspecting Thad, and Mr. Dukes experience in the rumble ends as Duke tumbles over the top rope. Sullivan grins, turns and finds herself on the receiving end of a poke to the eyes by Axis. ~

ELIMINATED: THADDEUS DUKE!!!!

Smith: And Thad is out!

Hood: Sonofabitch! My pick to win is 100% Jack Sullivan!

Smith: Right, right.

~ Staggering backwards, Sullivan throws unfocused hits to try to keep Axis off her, but Axis merely drops to his knees and slams a solid fist into Sullivan’s stomach. Coughing, Sullivan bends forward and Axis drives her down with a perfect vertical suplex. ~

Smith: Look at Sullivan! She’s taking on Axis and she has got a bit of an advantage!

Hood: Yeah, well I bet Axis practices on beating up blind people! Sullivan’s being cheated!!

~ Feeling in control, Axis turns to Skye who has re-entered the ring, up and whips her to the ropes, and rushes in, delivering a clothesline and Tearra is sent barreling over, and lands on the ring apron. Holding on for dear life, Skye tries her hardest to push Axis away but Axis keeps lashing out with vicious kicks, trying to finish off Tearra Skye. ~

Smith: Axis doing what he can to get the OCW upstart eliminated! She’s been excellent in this match so far!

Hood: First rule to survive any Rumble is to obviously get rid of the strongest competitor first!!

OCW Faithful: FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE!!

~ The fans cheer when ‘Carl Orff - O Fortuna ~ Carmina Burana’ starts up as DIANA WATTS runs down to ring side. She slips in and joins Skye in trying to push Axis from the ring. Grasping quickly, Axis holds onto Watts’ leg and slides his body in and around and it forces the two competitors to turn and continue the beat down on Axis inside the ring. ~

Smith: Axis is safe from getting eliminated! But now both of the women in the ring are beating the living daylights out of him!!

Hood: He should think of something quick or Axis could be done here!

~ Suddenly though, Watts turns and hits a knife edge chop on Skye, backing her to the ropes! Skye retaliates with her own chop and the two begin to trade off hard hitting chops, their chests turning bright red at the vicious assaults. Or one would gather due to ring gear on the chilly November evening ~

Hood: I think Axis has some sort of Mind powers! Either that or Watts is just trying to attack everyone and give up the team work her and Skye had!

Smith: That’s possible Hood! Every OCW talent for themselves!

~ Watts gets the advantage and hits a knee lift on Skye, who turns and falls to the ropes and Watts quickly follows through, flinging Skye out of the ring but she didn’t go over the top but through the middle. Axis, knocking down Sullivan, turns around, raising a fist for his move but Watts is right there to whip an Axis to the ropes and clothesline’s Axis right over the top rope!

ELIMINATED: AXIS!!!!!!

Smith: AXIS is ELIMINATED!!!

Hood: Watts taking full advantage of the situation!

~ Watts drops to her knees, breathing hard and celebrating. She keeps still, trying to recoup as the fans scream with cheers and it’s a moment later when the count begins again. ~

OCW Faithful: FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE!

~ A resounding cheer greets when the “Rush Hour” theme song begins, as JACKIE CHAN comes out. Jack Sullivan stands and finds her position to prepare for the charging Chan. Both of them meet dead center of the ring, and it’s Chan that takes early control. A jumping roundhouse sends Sullivan down to the canvas and a back flip splash follows close behind, knowing the wind out of Sullivan. Chan then applies a chicken-wing crossface wrenching on the back of the now winded Sullivan. ~

Smith: Holy crud Victoria Strader got Jackie Chan!!!! It’s really a Rumble in The Bronx!

Hood: Well, the idiots out there asked for it, and she’s catering to them. Stupid.

~ Sullivan struggles, trying desperately to get to the ropes, her mind not correlating that it won’t matter even if she does. Chan pulls back, even more, and Sullivan yelps in pain. Chan holds this position on Sullivan for the full minute, doing as much damage as he can! ~

Smith: Can showing no mercy at all to Sullivan!

Hood: Guess he wants to be an OCW champion of some kind? So weird.

OCW Faithful: FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE!

~ Next comes THUNDERIN’ TERRY MARSHALL, not new to the OCW, and he heads down to the ring, stepping up the metal stairs and looking in at the scene before him. He steps between the ropes and then just falls back into the corner, assessing the sitchiatiation, BROTHER. Meanwhile Chan smiles at him and demonstrates his strength by wrenching back even harder on Sullivan’s back! ~

Smith: Come on Skye! Get in this match!!

Hood: Why would she? When she can just sit back and let the others do the work!! She’s one smart fuckin’ junkie, Smith.

~ Marshall claps for Chan, letting him do as much damage to Sullivan as possible, and the faithful becomes restless, wanting to see more action then this, but Cage knows the best thing to do to get rid of a skilled veteran’s kid like Sullivan is to wear her down as much as possible. Marshall continues to stay in the corner, and the time dwindles down to the next entrant. ~

Smith: Well, Marshall sure turned out to be a wonderful addition to this match!

Hood: Sarcasm?

Smith: You better believe it!

OCW Faithful: FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE!

~ ‘Watch Me Shine’ starts to play as the A-LISTER DYLAN THOMAS runs down to save the day. Skye comes back in the ring and running towards to Chan and dropkicks him right in the face. Sullivan, back up, decides to take the opportunity to charge at Terry Marshall but he THUNDERS her down to the mat with the most glorious BIG BOOT you ever seen in your life sending her up and over to the ground outside, BROTHER. Sullivan doesn’t look pleased. ~

ELIMINATED: JACK SULLIVAN

Smith: Sullivan eliminated by Terry Marshall after being stretched by JACKIE CHAN of all people!

Hood: It’s crazy to think that Skye and Sullivan have been in this since the beginning.

~ Watts charges in at Dylan Thomas hoping to take advantage of the big win she had over him in her debut but Dylan one fluid motion grabs her by the back of the neck and heaves her over the top rope. She holds on and sighs a sigh of relief but it’s premature like a 16 year old boy as Dylan takes a trick out of Zybala’s move set and super kicks her sending her hurling to the ground. Thomas winks at her before turning back to the action. ~

ELIMINATED: DIANA WATTS

~ Skye, meanwhile has crawled to the corner, awaiting an opportunity which comes as movie star Jackie Chan looks to be heading towards Thomas. Skye spears Chan to the mat, and in one swift move hooks his legs under her arms and falls backwards with all her force flinging Chan over the top rope and out to black mats surrounding the ring. ~

ELIMINATED: JACKIE CHAN

~ Dylan and Terry had entered a test of strength but Thomas is losing the feat with Terry THUNDERIN’ UP. Tearra comes in and sends a right elbow in the small of Marshall’s back, then a left one followed by another right until he let’s go of Dylan. Dylan and Tearra nod at one another before grabbing an arm each of Terry and sending him to the corner turnbuckle! ~

Smith: Skye and Thomas teaming up against Marshall! The DUDE might be in trouble, Hood!

Hood: Well, I am not worried, Dylan Thomas is gonna win this whole thing.

Smith: Oh, it’s the countdown again!

OCW Faithful: FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE!!!

~ ‘Level’ by The Raconteurs starts to play as the Faithful start chanting “HOOT HOOT HOOT.” ~

Hood: Well fuck me sideways on a Sunday, it’s her.

Smith: YES! ALICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

~ Dylan turns to see Alice coming and feels Tearra is in control of Terry as she has climbed up on top of him in the corner sending closed fists down atop his THUNDERIN’ bald head. Alice sees Dylan smiling at her as she walks up the steps, turning out to the Faithful. ~

Alice Knight: HOOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OCW Faithful: HOOOOOOOOOOOT!!!!!

Smith: HOOT!

Hood: Shut up, Smith. Just shut up.

~ Alice comes through the ropes and Dylan doesn’t wait to grapple with her hitting a swinging neck-breaker. He’s back up on his feet quick and sends a couple quick boots to her chest. Alice grabs his left foot and twists hard sending him down to the mat. Alice takes to the top turnbuckle, taking a risky chance and comes down hard with a huge missile drop kick to a rising Dylan sending him back down to the mat as Terry Marshall has grabbed Tearra by the waist, levelling her with a massive spinebuster that rattles the ring. ~

OCW Faithful: FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE!

~ Zeus comes out and the Faithful sigh loudly as he struts to the ring. Zeus watches as Dylan and Alice trading lefts and rights while Terry has a hold of Tearra’s head, smashing it into the corner turnbuckle. Zeus is about to enter the ring when ‘Fuck Was I’ by Jenny Owens Young starts to play! ~

Smith: Oh no.

Hood: Think it’s about Grimace or being mad about Teriyaki since the war?

Smith: Which war?

Hood: Man, do I look like a history teacher? The Gulf War!

~ The faithful look around for Ehud of Moab but can’t see him. Zeus finishes getting in the ring when a loud BANG goes off and Zeus goes ass over tea kettle over the top rope. The faithful are laughing as Zeus crawls over to pick up what hit him. He holds it up to look and - - - ~

ELIMINATED: THE GREEK GOD WITH THE MOSTEST, ZEUS!

Smith: Is that a Grimace buttplug?!

Hood: Smith, look over there. He ain’t waiting for the timer.

~ Hood points straight across from the commentary table on top of the building to the top of one of the pillars where EHUD OF MOAB stands proudly with his shotgun! The cheers are loud as Ehud hops down from the pillar Pointing the gun Dylan Thomas. Alice Knight yells HOOT at Ehud! ~

OCW FAITHFUL: HOOT!

~ Alice, much like Darth Vader here, lifts Ehud like Vader did the Emperor in Return of the Jedi, and throws him over the top rope. ~

ELIMINATED: EHUD OF MOAB

~ Alice turns her attention to Tearra who almost as Terry Marshall out of the ring and runs to help her. Dylan also joins to help Tearra to eliminate Marshall. Dylan throws a closed fist at his head while Alice and Tearra finally get his legs over the top rope, and duck down as Dylan comes flying off the opposite ropes with a clothesline sending Terry Marshall down to the ground. Dylan turns to celebrate only to get a double clothesline from the two women sending him down beside Terry Marshall. ~

Terry Marshall: Serves you right, DUDE.

ELIMNATED: TERRY MARSHALL AND DYLAN THOMAS!

Smith: It’s just Alice Knight and Tearra Skye in the ring now! They have cleaned house!

Hood: Fucking Alice.

OCW FAITHFUL: FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE!!!!!

Smith: Looks like they’ll have company!

Hood: Oh shit! It’s the wrestler formerly known as All Consuming Fire... SOLOMON CAIN!!!

~ With Alice and Tearra focusing on one another, Solomon slowly makes his down to the ring, a look of evil in his eyes. Alice gets Skye into the corner and begins putting knees into her stomach. Solomon walks over, grabs the steel chair from the time keeper and slides in under the bottom rope. He swings and connects with the back of Knights skull. Tearra slides under the rope, making the smart choice to get away from the dangerous prick from Cleveland. Alice groggily ducks another swing, bounces off the ropes and brings Cain down with a huge bulldog! Solomon shakes his head and as he rises Tearra leaps off the top with a 450-splash planting him back down onto the canvas. Standing, Alice turns to a rising Skye. ~

Smith: They got Solomon down but he’s stirring and getting back to his feet.

Hood: Man I hope Solomon gets rid of Alice Knight.

OCW Faithful: FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE!!

~ And out comes SCOTT FUCKING SYREN, and the fans are on their feet for the OCW legend as he makes his way down, making a beeline for Alice Knight. Syren dives in, runs across the ring as Alice turns around after laying out Skye with a powerbomb. Syren nearly takes off Alice’s head with a vicious lariat! Alices falls hard to the canvas, and Syren rises up, looking quite pleased with himself. He looks over, as Solomon is trying to heave Skye over the ropes. Quickly he rushes in and goes to lift Solomon up, but he fires an elbow back into Syren’s face!

Smith: Wow, Scott Syren! Someone I’m sure no one really expected to see!

Hood: He’s gotta be the one to eliminate Alice. Disrespecting his belt like she did earlier this year. SOMEBODY!

~ Solomon and Syren are slugging it out while Skye lifts up Alice slamming her down hard with a DDT. She pulls Knight in and goes to piledrive the Queen of Hoot, but Alice uses the secret hooter strength to flip Tearra back and up and over, who bounces down onto the canvas painfully! Syren and Cain come in once more trying to grapple one another but Syen gets the upper hand lifting Solomon up with a vertical suplex which he hangs onto for give five seconds before slapping Cain down to the mat! ~

OCW Faithful: FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE!

Smith: Oh damn! It’s Robert Uchiha!

Hood: He’s still here?

Smith: ... yes.

Hood: Hood: Alright, Robert Chinchilla ladies and gentlemen!

~ At this point, we’ll call him Rob-U from this point because it fucks with my dyslexia otherwise, he slides into the ring, and targets Alice Knight. Skye full on headbutts the Hoot Queen and Rob-U, signaling this is the end for Alice Knight. Rob-U grabs her by the waist, tossing her over the top rope but she manages to hold on. Rob-U brings an elbow down on each hand and kicks her in the back to send her into the metal guard rail on the floor keep the faithful out of the action! ~

ELIMINATED: ALICE KNIGHT!

Hood: Fuck yeah!

Smith: And Tearra Skye is still the longest time wrestler in this match. Hell of a rookie!

~ Rob-U has attacked Solomon Cain once Cain put down Scott Syren! Cain growls, and grabbing Rob-U by the neck and heaving up and over into the corner, his head bouncing of the top turnbuckle. Syren gets up and turns, grabbing an unsuspecting Tearra Skye and throwing her down to the canvas! The Legend look’s down as Tearra tries to crawl away.

Smith: Syren with his eyes on the rookie!!

Hood: Well if anyone can keep her clean, it’s this man.

Smith: Why?

Hood: Cause he can. Don’t worry about it!

OCW Faithful: FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE!

~ At this point, Rob-U and Cain glance to the entrance way as they try to get the upper hand on each other with picture perfect European upper cuts, Syren looks up from the camel clutch he’s got the rookie in and after a moment, NIKKI WALKER comes out, her face a mask of determination as she beelines it to the ring. Her eyes seem to be directly targeted at Scott Syren. Syren shrugs and picks up Tearra out of the clutch, telling the others he is going to take out the trash. Rob-U doesn’t care as he has other shit to deal with, that being Solomon Cain stretching him, abdominal style, but Walker is in the ring and drop kicks Syren in the face. Walker starts after Syren and he comes roaring at her dropping her to the mat face first. Rob-U has gotten himself free and hits Cain hard with a forearm, Solomon grabs the ropes to hold on and to the shock of the crowd, Syren after levelling the rookie Walker, uses his weight to grab the same ropes and jump down to the floor but he didn’t go over the top so he’s still in. The combination of momentums causes Solomon to fly over, but his grip is solid but so is Rob-U ‘s! Both Stave off elimination flipping themselves back in. ~

Smith: Wow not even Syren getting involved was enough and everyone is still in!!

Hood: They really want a shot at greatness!

~ Cain lands with his back on the ring apron, clenching his face in pain, as Rob-U rolls under the bottom rope and Syren rolls in and jumps to his feet! ~

Smith: Syren is back to his feet as Walker gets her best friend and partner up to her feet!

Hood: Bet she wishes Walker had been out here earlier.

~ Nikki and Tearra realize to figure out a way to get the big heavy hitters out if they need. Cain, Rob-U get back in the ring and all competitors meet in the middle of the ring, and the fight resumes full force. Walker holds her own against the two who have now teamed up, apparently (Cain and Syren), and, but eventually Cain and Syren get The Skyewalkers pushed back to the ropes. ~

Smith: And Skyewalkers obviously no match for the two double teaming them!

Hood: Come on Frenchies!! You can do it!! Get out there and show em’ who’s boss! Give’em both barrels!

~ Syren and Cain each grab a leg of Walker after knocking Tearra down and tries to hurl her up and over, before Rob-U returns suddenly and drives his shoulder into the back of Cain’s knee, clipping him! Solomon falls away holding his leg in pain, and with him gone, Walker is able to get her footing back, hits Syren in the jaw with the back of her head and turns, trying to whip Syren to the ropes but he reverses but the immense strength of his, and Walker finds herself sprawled outside the ring, eliminated. ~

ELIMINATED: NIKKI WALKER

Smith: Walker is out of this match thanks to Syren with a bit of help his incredible ring strength!

Hood: Syren isn’t show a ounce of missing a beat in this thing! OCW PROUD and STRONG 4-life, bitch-tits!

~ Cain stumbles to the corner, shaking his leg to get some feeling back. Syren nods to Rob-U, telepathically agreeing on something, and the two now seem to have turned their focus to Solomon. ~

Smith: And now the odds have changed for Solomon Cain!

Hood: No doubt about it, he’s going to get one hell of a curb stomp!

OCW Faithful: FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE!!

~ “Dreamweaver” hits as minority owner MIKE ZYBALA comes out sending a few superkicks out to the people and they love it! In fact, you can hear some lady fans asking to have lil’Dreamweavers! Rob-U turns, forgetting Syren and Cain, as Zybala runs up the steps and jumps over the ropes to go right for Rob-U! The two clash in the center, with Zybala the fresher of the two able to duck under and hits a reverse neck breaker on Rob-U. Meanwhile, Syren comes in at Cain and he hits him twice before he reverses him into the corner and runs his shoulder into his stomach. Zybala meanwhile, hits a leg drop and then pulls Rob-U over and applies a Boston Crab. ~

Smith: Zybala! Zybala is here!!

Hood: But why?! GO BACK TO OUTSIDERS!

~ Syren backs up and tries to drop kick Cain in the corner, but he sidesteps him and his feet get tangled up in the corner ropes! Cain grabs the top ropes and uses them to lift himself in the air and come down with both feet connecting solidly to Syren’s chest! He then turns, sees Zybala pulling back on Rob-U and comes in with a bulldog on Zybala, sending him down face first into the canvas. ~

Smith: And Syren using great agility and versatility takes down both Zybala and Rob-U!

Hood: I guess he’s just sick of Zybala always bugging everyone!!

~ Pulling himself up, Rob-U shakes himself a bit to wake up from the intensity of being everyone’s punching bag. He sees Zybala and Syren down and smirks, and offers his hand to a returning to life Tearra for the assistance. Skye smiles and they shake, before Rob-U takes her down with a vicious short arm clothesline. Grinning madly, showered in boos from the crowd, Rub-U hurtles Skye over the ropes and to the floor. But no!

Smith: NO!! She hangs on! She’s back in the ring!

Hood: See, I told you Skye is gonna have zero issue taking care of business and winning!

~ He goes to fix his error, and turns to get his face crumpled in by a side crescent kick from Zybala! Mike then bounces off the ropes and hits a sit-down leg drop to the back of Rob-U’s head! Syren, finally free of the ropes, gets up and see’s Solomon Cain coming right at him as Tearra gets herself back in the ring! ~

Smith: Syren and Zybala now teaming up to take out Rob-U with Cain coming into the fray!

Hood: Let’s go Junkie, LET’s GO!

OCW Faithful: FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE!

~ As Zybala and Syren heave Rob-U up to do more damage, “OLD SCHOOL” OLLIE comes from the back and runs towards the ring. Seeing his approach, Zybala drops his hold on Rob-U and meets Ollie and the two men meet to trade chops! Finding himself alone with Rob-U, Syren blinks once as Solomon turns a menacing glare at Rob-U but turns hits a knife edge chop on the unprepared Tearra Skye. ~

Smith: Zybala skips out on Rob-U and goes straight for the fresh man Ollie!!

Hood: Lucky break for Chinchilla again!!

~ In the ring, three huge battles are taking place. Zybala and Ollie are trading vicious blows, each trying to whittle the other one down to the canvas, Cain and Syren are engaged in a battle of technical skill, and Rob-U and Tearra are trying to one up the other. Ollie hits a DDT on Zybala, but before he can capitalize, Zybala trips him up and floats over with a headlock on the fallen Ollie. Cain twists Syren’s massive arm behind him, to which Syren reverses, and Rob-U reaches back with his arm and with Tearra propelling her, Tearra is flung up and over behind Rob-U. She lands on her feet, turns Rob-U around and kicks him in the gut. Skye goes for a Twist of Fate, but Rob-U pushes her off into the ropes. Rob-U bounces off, ducks a clothesline from Tearra, bounces off the other side and tries for his own clothesline. Skye ducks, Rob-U hits the ropes, only to turn and get drop kicked to the canvas. ~

Smith: Six competitors all in the ring trying to stay alive!!

Hood: This is intense! I wish that all of them weren’t fighting different people, and it was a five on one like earlier!

~ Ollie gets to his knees, while Zybala holds him hard in the headlock, and Ollie reaches around, hooks up Zybala and lifts up and drives him down with a backbody drop! Ollie, free of the hold now, jumps up and hits a 180-reverse standing back flip, landing flat on Zybala, taking the air out of him. Syren meanwhile, has come up to Cain who is leaning against the ropes and tries for him, but Syren grabs Cain by the waist band and propels him through the two middle ropes to the floor outside. Sliding out under the ropes, Syren follows Cain in an attempt to continue the assault. Inside the ring, Ollie pulls Zybala to his feet, but Zybala lifts his arms up, breaking the contact and then superkicks Ollie. With Ollie on his back, Zybala runs to the ropes, bounces off them and comes back, connecting with a standing moonsault! ~

Smith: A battle raging on outside the ring, and inside the ring Zybala has just taken out Ollie with a superkick followed by a moonsault!

Hood: Here one go, one more fresh man for the fire!!

OCW Faithful: FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE!!

~ The mask-less LOST SOUL appears on stage, looking at everything going on, as he begins to walk down to the ring. He sees Ollie and the others engaged in battle. Stepping in, he avoids Zybala who is working over Ollie and instead takes notice that Syren and Cain have been fighting over by one of the pillars. ~

Smith: TLS completely forgetting about the others and turns his attention to Rob-U and Tearra Skye!

Hood: I don’t think TLS should get caught up in all that! Not good for his health!! Especially after Bourbon pinning him earlier.

~ Syren rips away the barrier in front of the pillar, prompting people to jump to their feet and move back. Syren grabs Cain by the back of his neck, brings him in, locks him up and attempts a vertical suplex up into the pillar. However, Cain blocks it, reverses it and lifts Syren and throws him stomach first into the pillar! Cain then climbs onto the ring apron, with the intention of doing something drastic. TLS runs in, and Syren turns and strikes fast, knocking TLS backwards. Turning, Cain jumps, going for a frog splash but the small distraction gave time for Syren to recover and he rolls away, and Cain crashes the concrete, down on the floor, spitting blood!

OCW Faithful: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Smith: Oh My god!! Cain just falling short and almost taking himself out of this match!!

Hood: Thank the Commissioner for putting this up here! She saved our table! And my precious jars of urine!

Smith: It’s Carpe Noctem all over again *Picard face palm*

~ Syren rolls back into the ring, stands and barely gets a chance to appreciate his survival of that attack, when TLS steps in and before Syren can contest the move, he ducks Zybala dumping Rob-U over top of him and he is sent tumbling over the top ropes, and hits the floor with a thud! Zybala barely registers what he’s done, when TLS takes him into a grapple, lifting him up into a vertical suplex but dumps him down over the top rope and sends an elbow into the Dreamweaver’s face that sends him down to the floor. ~

ELIMINATED: ROB UCHIHA and MIKE ZYBALA

Smith: Rob is out and Zybala as well!

Hood: About to be five again!

OCW Faithful: FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE!

~ The boo that echoes through the open area can mean only one thing; SHANE DONOVAN has joined the Rumble! He races down and slides in. First, Shane drop kicks Ollie, and then taunts the people standing over top of him! ~

Smith: WOW!! It’s the “Manmademonster” Shane Donovan! Huge names Victoria Strader coaxed into this event!

Hood: Haha! AWSOME! I knew this had to happen sooner or later!!

~ TLS goes after Tearra Skye as Shane turns to see Scott Syren staring him down. Shane grins, and steps towards the OCW legend. The two share lefts and rights as Tearra takes down TLS with a hip toss, when she looks over at Ollie catching his breath in the corner. She pivots on her feet, going tilt at Ollie clotheslining him over the top. He lands on the apron somehow, back to Skye who plants a thrust kick in the small of his back sending him flying off the apron and to the ground below. ~

ELIMINATED: “OLDSCHOOL” OLLIE!!!

Smith: Tearra Skye eliminates OLLIE! We are at 5 with Skye still in it, The Lost Soul, Scott Syren, Shane Donovan and Cain if he can get back into this.

Hood: Looks like Solomon Cain is back!

~ Cain slaps TLS a couple of times to add insult injury. Shane Donovan looks over Scott Syren again but Tearra Skye comes in to hit a side kick, knocking Donovan off his feet. Meanwhile, Cain has TLS down, and climbs up to the top rope. He looks anxiously from side to side, before sailing off to hit a frogsplash! Cain bounces up from the impact then back down. ~

Smith: Cain now taking advantage of TLS, moves in like a vulture to pick away at him some more!!

Hood: Shhh... do you feel that? I think it’s another competitor coming!

OCW Faithful: FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE!!

Everyone in the ring stops and turns to see former 2-time OCW Champion, THE BIG BIFFORD, come stalking down to the ring.

Smith: IT’S BIFFORD!! Bifford is now in the Rumble!! And what Miss Strader told me over the headset, he’s the last entrant! It’s the final six! Five of them guaranteed some sort of title shot at the next event, HARDWIRED TO SELF-DESTRUCT!

~ Bifford takes the steps one at a time, his eyes surveying the carnage before him. TLS is trying to stand, Skye is backing away, and Donovan and Syren are locked up, each fumbling for control against each other and Cain is eyeing down the big man. Bifford steps solemnly through the ropes, rising to his full height (and weight). Skye forgoes her fear and runs in, but Bifford answers with a big boot. Before TLS has gotten fully back up, Bifford catches him and choke slams him back down. Cain twists behind Tearra and shoves her, right into Bifford who adds her to the list of Choke slams! With the three wrestlers down, Bifford, Syren and Donovan look at each other and Donovan grins and Bifford just stares back. The reason being, behind Shane, Cain is there breathing heavily.

Smith: They are all just looking at one another, well, except Skye who has been laid out!

Hood: Things are about to get real violent, Smith. And I truly love it.

~ Suddenly Bifford steps forward, pushes a Donovan aside, and bends down, grabs Skye by the throat. Before she can react, Bifford heaves Tearra up and choke slams her down to the canvas, adding her to the litter of bodies strewn over the canvas.

Smith: Bifford just chokeslammed Tearra Skye!

Hood: All is fair in rumbles and title shots!

~ Cain moves in and pulls Skye up, heaves her over his shoulder and walks to the ropes, and deposits Tearra Skye outside! She hits the ground and is eliminated from the Rumble! ~

ELIMINATED: TEARRA SKYE!!!

Smith: Oh man, that’s heartbreaking! Coming in at number three she was so close to a title shot!

Hood: Sonofabitch! That’s it, Solomon Cain is winning this!

Smith: ... good thing you aren’t allowed to bet on the Sportsbook!

~ Cain turns towards the others. TLS goes to say something, but Donovan has risen and drop kicks TLS, trying to get him to fall out, though he does catch the ropes and hold on. Syren also standing, and it becomes an all out skirmish as the five men throw aside everything and go all out. ~

Smith: The Rumble is back up and started!!

Hood: So everyone in the ring is now guaranteed some type title shot!

Smith: That’s right, Hood. The next two eliminated will team up to face a tag team out of The Brotherhood of Bastards at HWTSD, since the Commissioner has allowed any member to defend the titles like PTSD did while champions!

~ TLS is all fired up. He goes straight to work taking Donovan and Syren down with hard clotheslines while Cain and Bifford exchange blows. TLS hits the ropes and charges at both men but they stop and silently communicate for a moment of spontaneous team work. TLS jumps and attempts to get both men with a cross body but he is caught by both in midair and hurled backwards in a fall away slam. ~

Smith: TLS is down!

Hood: It’s a marathon, not a sprint!

~ Cain smiles at the spontaneous moment of brilliance but is punished for his internal replay with a head butt from Biff. Cain staggers back and Bifford beckons Syren over. They both grab an arm and whip Cain into the ropes. Cain rebounds and is on the receiving end of a huge double back body drop.

Smith: The bond of OCW legends in Bfford and Syren seems to be working to their advantage thus far.

Hood: But this is a match for the selfish, Smith. They can play nice all they want, but sooner or later one of them will have to decide to go into business for himself.

Smith: Well you aren’t wrong that’s for sure

~ TLS is up and makes the first move and hits the ropes full speed. He succeeds in nailing a shoulder block on Bifford but simply bounces off the mammoth of a man. Bifford laughs and asks “Is that all you got!?” Cain then takes his turn, hitting the ropes and nailing a shoulder block that staggers Bifford slightly but barely budges him as the force bounces Bifford away. ~

Smith: Cain is a huge man himself, and even he couldn’t move Bifford!

Hood: He just won’t be budged!

~ TLS and Cain simply nod at each other and hit the ropes at the same time, as Donovan crawls into position behind Bifford. Both TLS and Cain nail a double flying shoulder tackle on Bifford that finally staggers him and sends him stumbling back into Donovan who trips him down to the mat to a large thud from the canvas and big cheers from the crowd. ~

Smith: They did it!

Hood: You might get him down, but there is no way you are getting him over that rope! I change my pick to Bifford. Yeah, Bifford.

~ TLS, Cain and Donovan are all back up and everyone in the ring conspires to get rid of Bifford. They all force him up with a struggle as Bifford fights back. Cain takes a meaty right that nearly takes his head off but the combined punches and kicks from all the wrestlers backs Moke up against the ropes. However, TLS smiles turning his attention to Solomon Cain leaning against the ropes. Without telegraphing it, TLS scoops Cain up by the legs dumping him out of the ring with a very proud of himself look on his face! ~

ELIMINATED: SOLOMON CAIN!!!!

Smith: Wow! The longest man in the rumble Cain is out and will receive an OCW Tag Team title shot!

Hood: See? I wisely changed in time!

Smith: I wonder who his partner will be?!

~ Scott Syren sees what happens and wastes no time as he clotheslines The Lost Soul right over the top rope, landing right beside his newest tag team partner. ~

ELIMINATED: THE LOST SOUL!!!!!!!

Smith: And we found that out quick. TLS gets yet another shot at the tag team titles. It’s like the wrestling gods have damned him to that division. It’s a real shame Skye didn’t get a shot.

Hood: Forever chasing tag team titles.

~ Donovan spots Scott Syren out of the corner of his eye and breaks off from the Bifford elimination attempt and kicks Scott Syren in the back and lifts him up and over the ropes. Syren grabs Donovan by the ankles, trying yank him to the mat. ~

ELIMINATED: SCOTT SYREN!!!!!!!!!!!

Hood: Well there goes Syren!

Smith: Craze title shot at our December event!! This is shaping to be huge event with Solomon Cain, The Lost Soul and Scott Syren all knowing what’s on the line.

~ Donovan backs Bifford up with a series of rights towards the far corner of the ring. One huge punch sends Bifford staggering backwards into the turnbuckle. Donovan grabs the discarded chair from earlier and cracks Bifford in the head with it. He winds up for another shot when out of nowhere SCOTT SYREN comes back into the ring, grabbing and ripping the chair out of Donovan’s hands and cracks “Manmademonster” with the chair. ~

OCW Faithful: OOOHHHHHH!!!

Hood: Oh shit, Syren exacting his revenge on Donovan.

~ Bifford gets all stubborn and goes to attack Syren because he’s good guy now. What? Haven’t you been reading the work? Jerks. He picks up Donovan from the mat and considers piledriving Shane onto the chair but being a good guy now he decides not to laying out Donovan with the extremely weighted PILEDRIVER beside the chair. ~

Hood: Bifford is gonna win!

Smith: But you said Sullivan then Dylan then Skye then Cain...

Hood: Never mind what I said!

~ Bifford pulls himself up, using the ropes. He looks up to the commentary table up above giving a thumbs up to Smith. Donovan is showing life but Bifford picks him, throwing the man over his shoulder. The ring creaks as he does and with a mighty heave Donovan goes over the top rope hitting the entrance way as the bell is called for. ~

ELIMINATED: “MANMADEMONSTER” SHANE DONOVAN!!!!!!!!!!

~ DING DING DING ~

Belvedere: And your winner of the first ever OCW RUMBLE IN THE BRONX.... THE BIG BIFFORD

Smith: Well, entering last certainly paid off for the Big Bifford!

Hood: That it certainly did!

~ “Just a Girl” by No Doubt hits and the people of The Bronx and NYC cheer for the Commissioner after bringing them the event tonight. She walks down to the ring, walking up the steps with a microphone in hand. She nods to the celebrating Bifford and he does so as well. He might know who she is, but I wouldn’t put money on it. ~

Victoria Strader: Congratulations to The Big Bifford. The 22-person Rumble has come to an end tonight here in the park in the beautiful BRONX!

~ Cheap pop, who doesn’t love getting a cheap pop. ~

Victoria Strader: on December 31st, as we close the year of Post-Purge at Hardwired to Self-Destruct, we’ll have Solomon Cain and The Lost Soul teaming up to take on the Brotherhood of Bastards for the OCW Tag Team titles!

Smith: That’s gonna be huge, Hood. Bastards are gonna have their work cut out for them!

Hood: Maybe, after all Bourbon did pin The Lost Soul earlier this evening to retain the titles!

Victoria Strader: Then we have the LEGENDARY Scott Syren in his big return to OCW who will be taking on the undefeated Harmon Egan for the OCW Craze title... if he can get past Solomon Cain on the next Massacre’s main event that is!

Smith: I’m sure Syren wanted another shot at the OCW Championship.

Hood: Like the old song goes: you don’t always get what ya want, but if you try sometimes, you MIGHT just get what ya need!

Victoria Strader: Shane Donovan will take on the newly crowned OCW Paradigm champion in Sahara Duke at Hardwired, and that’s sure to be a Rig burner of a match!

Smith: Victoria with a play on words as we will be headed to Fox Creek, Alberta into abandoned oil fields for the next Pay Per View!

Hood: GREAT NATION TO THE NORTH!

Victoria Strader: And of course, the winner of the Rumble, and a man that put my sister on the shelf tentatively ending her days in OCW, The Big Bifford will step into a match for the OCW Championship against the champion, PIC, and the man who’s put his career on the line, Mike Zybala!

Smith: I hate to say it, but there’s a very good chance The Big Bifford will become the second 3-time OCW champion, behind only fellow Hall of Famer, Outcast, and Mike Zybala will be out of a job!

Hood: Man, one can only hope!

~ Victoria approaches Bifford, shaking his hand, and then holding up his arm the best she can pointing with her index finger on the opposite arm as the we fade to the OCW logo as the OCW Faithful cheer loudly as the event comes to a close. ~

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