~We open cold. The focused pupils belonging to JOCK REASONING pierce through our screen. We pull back...our screen gives birth to a wider view. Reasoning is backstage in the bowels of the OCW Arena. He’s serious. Almost as serious as that one time Vargas flipped his shit at Tribal Council. Reasoning places his hands behind him, fingers interlocked. He leans forward and speaks~

Jock Reasoning: Hello everyone and welcome to tonight’s special broadcast of Manifest Destiny 2: This time, people get paid! We have four action packed matches to bring you tonight as we move one step closer to crowning a Manifest Destiny 2 champion. Yes...I’ll go there...over the next several weeks someone...will...manifest...their...own...destiny…

~Jock has trouble swallowing. The fans boo and call him ‘gay’. Jock refocuses~

Jock Reasoning: I know. I know. Lame as it sounds, I had to say it. Now that that’s out of the way...we’ve got four Pay Per View caliber matches for you this evening as the OCW Arena back, open for business once again! A lot has changed since you all last tuned in...a competitor in one of tonight’s matches was the owner of this place.

~The fans chant “ZYBALA!”~

Jock Reasoning: Yes, Mike Zybala is in action tonight against Duce Jones. That’s WRESTLER Mike Zybala, not OWNER. I’ve already detailed how, according to what I was told, Mr. Zybala lost his ownership of OCW. If he wants to dive further into that, that’s up to him. And, as for the new owner of this place...well, they aren’t here tonight. They will be revealed if and when they desire.

~The fans boo. Zybala is a popular man. He was a popular owner. Fans perhaps think had Zybala not lost control of OCW then COVID may have never been A THING~

Jock Reasoning: Now, if you’ll all...yes, you guys in the crowd. If you’ll all turn to the Northeast corner of the arena. We have a new banner...the largest banner in the building...to unveil. And...GO

~Fireworks go off!! The crowd pops after the initial BANG. A huge banner drops from the rafters revealing the menacing face of VINCENT LANGSTON. His eyes tilt toward the ring as though he’s monitoring every match, every movement...every moment. The fans give a mixed reaction~

Jock Reasoning: That’s right, Vincent Langston...the FACE of OCW. He outlasted 9 other OCW legends to win FrostByte and, thus, his visage will forever hang in the rafters of the OCW Arena...watching all the action.

~Jock stands around, awkwardly. It’s his first time hosting...opening a pro wrestling show. What do you expect? He clears his throat and shows his hands, palms up~

Jock Reasoning: Well, alright then...let’s get to it, shall we? Ladies and Gentlemen welcome back to OCW and welcome to...Manifest Destiny!

~We cut away to a video package~

~We cut to the OCW Arena!! A satisfying sigh is heard throughout the arena as a bunch of white fluid shoots from the ceiling...it lands all over the OCW fans!! Most of the fans jump up and down, mouths open, taking it in. A few, however, are like “What the fuck?” The lyrics to the groovy ‘Stayin Alive’ remix continue to play as we pan the crowd, catching various signs. “Lilith is the Cookie Monster” - held by a kid who may or may not be special needs. “Noah Hanson is a National Treasure” - held by a Hanson fan. “I LOVE Bifford’s chicken sandwiches!” - held by Earl in disguise. “Call me, Chase” - followed by a number belonging to a bikini clad Key West resident. “I smoked a bowl with Duce!” - held by a Duce fan, obviously. “why, zybala...why???” - held by the now jobless CAPS LOCK. “This tournament is INCREDIBLE” - held by a TIO fan. “PERZAG IS A POTATO!” - held by someone in...disguise. We cut to Smith and Hood, who are under a tarp...avoiding the ‘shower’~

Smith: Hello again everyone and welcome to Monday Night…

Hood: Breaux

Smith: Sorry. Welcome to MANIFEST DESTINY 2!

Hood: Bettuh

Smith: We’re back with a sixteen person tournament! The winner will receive...CASH

Hood: Money, money, money...MONAY

Smith: Indeed! The fans are back...social distancing is apparently not a problem in the OCW Arena.

Hood: Hell no. Like we care about hygiene...we just jizzed all over the entire audience.

Smith: No comment. How about those signs? Like old times, right?

Hood: Why does CAPS LOCK speak in all caps but write in all lower case?

Smith: Compensation?

Hood: I guess

Smith: Folks, we’ve got four...count em...FOUR opening round matches tonight including our main event which pits two former OCW Champions as The Incredible One takes on PerZag.

Hood: Have they faced one on one before?

Smith: Hmm...ya know what, this may be a first!

Hood: My gland is pleased.

Smith: Gross. We’ll also see co-tag champion Duce Jones take on former owner, Mike Zybala.

Hood: Yea, about that...what happened with Zybala and OCW?

Smith: That’s an answer I’m not sure we’ll ever get.

Hood: Jock said it had to do with Outsiders.

Smith: Again, I don’t know anything concrete. Also...Bifford takes on former OCW LightWeight Champion - Jason Chase!

Hood: Chase is a good looking dude, no fucking homo. Bifford is, well, fat.

Smith: Bifford has been tearing it up in GCWA. He defeated Derek Mobley to become GCWA champion at their return PPV and is scheduled to main event GCWA’s PPV THIS Sunday...Blood on the Battlefield.

Hood: Hey! PerZag is in that too, right?

Smith: Indeed he is...two of GCWA’s main event are competing, tonight!

Hood: Far out, homie.

Smith: You seem like you’re in a weird mood, Hood.

Hood: Pulling double duty, bro. I spend my Fridays with Rockwell...and now I’m here on Monday with you. My creativity can only go SO FAR

Smith: How do you keep getting jobs yet I sit at home with a comatose phone during OCW’s down time?

Hood: Because there are a million Smiths out there. There’s only ONE Hood.

Smith: Thank goodness for that. Folks, before we get to our opening match...let’s throw it backstage as a familiar face is standing by!

~We cut backstage. Who’Re is standing by with JACK PUFFER! The crowd pops. Puffer is sporting a MUSTARD FACTORY t-shirt. He’s also got a giant container of mustard in his hand. He looks in the camera and does his signature GOOD DETECTIVE look. The fans pop again. Who’Re laughs, patting Jack on the arm~

Who’Re: Oh Jack! We’ve had some times together, haven’t we?

Jack Puffer: That we have...Who-Ray!

Who’Re: Jack! You finally pronounced my name correctly!

Jack Puffer: Well, Who-Ray, you see...I’ve learned a thing or two since joining GCWA. I’ve learned to be more aware. I’ve learned to be more awake. And, most importantly...I’ve learned how to fight.

Who’Re: Yes, you are currently competing in GCWA. And, your record indicates you’re doing quite well. So...why aren’t you in this field?

Jack Puffer: I considered it, but ultimately felt as though my name and what it means here wouldn’t be a good look for such a prestigious event. Which is fine. I’m happy to watch it from the sidelines.

Who’Re: I’m sure you have tremendous interest in this match...the first match of the tournament.

Jack Puffer: I do. Noah Hanson is my opponent this Sunday at GCWA’s Blood on the Battlefield. He’s achieved more in his career than I could ever dream...yet, I find myself thrust upward, eye-to-eye with this legend. Now, I know what everyone is thinking...Noah’s my opponent on Sunday...he’s about to step into the ring tonight...I’m backstage...tomfoolery is inevitable, right?

Who’Re: Well, I mean, this IS pro wrestling...and, well, more notably...this IS OCW.

Jack Puffer: Right. But that’s not my style. I respect Noah Hanson. I see him as someone to admire. Someone to aspire to emulate. He’s in the one percent of pro wrestlers in terms of career achievements. We ended things, he and I, on a bad note last week when he showed up with a contract for me to sign - making our match official. So, I’m here to congratulate him after he beats Lilith on a job well done. That should, hopefully, bury the axe and set the table for an honorable contest next week at Blood on the Battlefield.

Who’Re: Well, that sounds great, Jack. Great to see you doing so well. Let’s head back to ringside as it’s time to get the action underway!

~We cut back to Smith and Hood~

Smith: Detective Jack Puffer! To echo Who-Ray...glad to see him finding success in GCWA.

Hood: I’m glad he said what we’re all thinking.

Smith: Which is?

Hood: That Noah has this one in the bag.

Smith: I wouldn’t go that far, Hood. Lilith is a dangerous, dangerous competitor. She’s actually the favorite if you go by the sports book.

Hood: Fuck that shit. Lilith is one deprived ice cream scoop away from a full on mental break down. Noah’s a grizzled vet. He’s gonna own her tonight. Twilight keeps that team focused. There is on Sarah tonight.

Smith: Well, we aren’t going to have to wait long to find out. Let’s head down to ringside as the tournament gets underway!

~The house lights go down as colorful lights start flashing all around the area. "Imaginary" by Evanescence begins to play, as Lilith appears at the top of the entrance ramp. She is wearing a black miniskirt, burgundy leggings, an extremely tight low cut tank top and black leather heeled ankle boots. Lilith proceeds to skips down to the ring holding a giant lollypop in one hand and a teddy bear in the other. The crowd look on confused but begin to boo her despite the fact that she looks so cheerful~

Belvedere: From Los Angeles, California… weighing in at 142 pounds.... she is LILITH!!!

~Lilith eventually reaches the ring and locates a child sitting front row, she passes him her giant lollypop. Lilith then skips around the outside of the ring, placing her teddy bear on the turnbuckle and bounces up onto the ring apron, waving to the crowd and blowing kisses to them all. She climbs through the ropes still smiling and waving to everyone whilst waiting for the match to begin~

Smith: It appears as though Lilith was ready!

Hood: She’s always ready...just ask Twilight.

Smith: Watch it, Hood.

~Lilith is talking to Belvedere. He tries to ignore her without pissing her off. Uncomfortable, Belvedere tries to furtively urge the backstage handlers to give Noah Hanson the okay to enter~

Smith: Lilith is as eager as always. I don’t think there’s a person in this field more excited for this tournament than the recently named Mrs. Twilight!

Hood: They got married?

Smith: Yes, that’s legal, you know.

Hood: I knew it was legal. I just didn’t know states were letting psychopaths enter into civil unions together. Seems kind of dangerous.

~"Killin In The Name of" by Rage Against the Machine blares and Noah makes his way to the ring to a mixed reaction. He threatens to hit a fan or two as he makes his way to the ring. As he poses in the middle of the ring as a gold and green pyro waterfall goes off behind him~

Belvedere: From Kansas City, Kansas...standing 6’2 and ¾ and weighing in at 236 and ¾ ….Noah Hanson!!!

~Belvedere gets scarce. He wants the HELL away from Lilith~

Smith: Noah Hanson has won as many championships in pro wrestling as any person in this field.

Hood: Yep, the dude is due to break out in OCW.

Smith: Indeed. Manifest Destiny 2 could be his opportunity. Speaking of opportunities, I hear Hanson is facing Jack Puffer at GCWA’s Pay Per View this Sunday!

Hood: Ugh, don’t get me started on Puffer. It’s RIDICULOUS

~The bell rings. Lilith SCREAMS at the top of her lungs and charges at Hanson~

Smith: And here we go! Lilith is wasting NO time!

Hood: Nice to see marriage didn’t eliminate any of her crazy.

Smith: If anything, it seems as though the dial might have been turned up.

Hood: C’mon, Noah! Put this bitch down! I’m pulling for Noah, in case you hadn’t noticed.

Smith: Trust me. I noticed.

~Hanson is caught slightly off guard. I mean, a person can prepare for Lilith but they can’t really PREPARE for Lilith. She leaps into the air and latches onto Noah like a spider. He stumbles into the corner. Lilith grabs Noah’s ears...her legs around wrapped around his waist. She leans back and dives forward with multiple head butts, rattling the brains of the pro wrestling legend. The crowd seems torn - who do they cheer for?~

Smith: Neither competitor is what you’d call a fan favorite...but these fans are going to have to make a decision.

Hood: It’s clear as beer. You cheer for Noah Hanson. The man is a living legend.

Smith: It’s not that clear, Hood. He said some very demeaning and sexist things about Lilith earlier this week.

Hood: Oh my fuck. Wrestling fans are the biggest pussies in the world.

~Hanson manages to locate his wits. He grabs Lilith by the hips and hoists her up for what appears to be a Last Ride Powerbomb. He marches toward the center of the ring. Lilith, realizing the danger, rakes Noah across the eyes. He’s stunned. She dives down his back looking for a sunset flip into a pin. Noah, however, drops a knee into her throat! He keeps the knee into her windpipe while he rubs his impacted head with his hands. Lilith kicks and grabs at Noah’s knee. Her face turning red. Scruff rushes over...he begins to administer a five count. The fans start to grow angry...the visual isn’t a great one~

Smith: C’mon, Scruff! Get that knee off of her windpipe! He could do serious damage!

Hood: She deserves it! Had she put a Noah Bear in the fucking catalogue perhaps Noah’s knee would be jammed into her giant titty rather than her windpipe.

Smith: Oh, so it’d be simple sexual assault rather than strangulation.

Hood: The lesser of two evils if you ask me.

~Scruff gets to five. He orders a break. Noah shoves Scruff away. Scruff looks anxious to call for the bell. Noah raises a fist...he removes his knee and brings his fist crashing downward. Fans leap up with angst. Lilith moves! Noah’s fist SLAMS into the mat. He pulls his arm back, violently and holds his hand in pain. Lilith rolls toward the ropes, coughing and holding her throat. Hanson reaches his feet...he looks at his fist and frowns in anger. He marches toward his target. Lilith rolls onto the apron. Noah reaches over the top rope, grabbing her by the hair and yanking Lilith into a seated position. He pulls back, HARD. Lilith yells due to the hair pull. She reaches her feet...Noah relaxes. Lilith jumps up and kicks Noah in the head!! He stumbles backward. Lilith hops onto the top rope and leaps off with a cross body! Noah goes down!! Lilith rolls away and pops back to her feet. The fans continue to get behind her~

Smith: These fans are PRO Lilith!

Hood: They must all be delusional with CORONA

Smith: Nope. Noah is just THAT despicable of a person.

Hood: He’s a businessman, Smith. He’s trying to win some mother fucking money. I guess that’s a sin in this country these days.

~Noah struggles to his feet. His body is moving faster than his feet...he’s trying to prevent another attack. Lilith is waiting. She rushes forward and throws a punch. Noah blocks it! He shoves Lilith away. She lunges back ahead with a thrust chop to the throat! Noah gasps for air, dropping to one knee. Lilith spins around and backhands the shit out of Noah’s face!!! He slams his fist into the ground, to remain on one knee. Lilith hits the ropes...she bounces off and takes Noah to the mat with a sliding clothesline!! The fans pop!~

Smith: Tremendous action from Lilith right there...that clothesline was a JAW check for Noah.

Hood: The fuck is a JAW check?

Smith: Ya know, test his jaw...see if he can take a punch.

Hood: I’ve never heard that expression, EVER

Smith: I just made it up.

Hood: Yea? Well, never use it again.

~Lilith immediately transitions on top of Noah, looking to achieve the mount position. Before Noah realizes what’s taking place, Lilith has achieved the mount. She turns her hands into claws and goes after his face. Noah does the best he can to cover up. Lilith is full on SAVAGE. Noah twitches to his left...then to his right...one deep laceration in the right spot could do some major damage to Noah. Finally, he manages to flip over, onto his front. Lilith now has his back. She wraps her legs around his body and hooks in a sleeper. Hanson looks up, his air is gone. She’s got it cut off. He’s got to move fast. He manages to rise to his feet with Lilith attached...he stumbles back into a corner, CRUSHING Lilith in between his weight and the buckles. Lilith releases...her feet hit the mat and she leans, almost totally limp, in the corner. Hanson spins around and belts Lilith with a clothesline!! He steps back. She stumbles forward and collapses, face first onto the mat. Noah places a foot on her back...he rubs his throat before raising an arm in the air. The fans BOOOO~

Smith: Get your arm down!

Hood: Easy, Smith...did Lilith promise you a Smithereen Smith Bear if she won this match?

Smith: No! I just get triggered when I see a man treat a woman like that.

Hood: IT’S A WRESTLING MATCH. For fuck’s sake, man. If Lilith can’t handle it then she needs to get back in the kitchen and make Noah a sandwich.

~Lilith suddenly flips over, grabbing Noah’s leg! His hubris has cost him the advantage! He nearly falls over. Lilith reaches up and grips his crotch. Noah’s eyes widen. The male fans grimace...the female fans cheer. Lilith rises to her feet with a handful of Noah’s most prized possession. She backs him into the ropes, giving him that signature LILITH CRAZY LOOK. He’s backed against the ropes...his eyes are shut, the pain is INTENSE. Lilith leans in like she’s going to kiss Noah...but, instead she bites his cheek! Noah’s feet kick around...Lilith releases her vice grip on Noah’s groin and wraps her arms around his upper torso with the HUG OF DOOM. Her nails DIG INTO Noah’s back as she releases the bite on Noah’s cheek. There are teeth marks and the beginnings of blood from the bite. He yells out in pain from the claws knifing into his vulnerable back~

Smith: You ask for crazy you’re gonna get crazy!

Hood: I don’t know how anyone can live with that woman. There’s FREAK and then there’s...well, whatever Lilith is.

Smith: There’s somebody out there for everyone, Hood.

Hood: I’m beginning to think Sarah is a saint. Taking Lilith off the market...saving people from the horrors that is Lilith behind a closed bedroom door.

~Scruff looks at Noah’s back...the nails digging into it. He makes that “Yikes” face and gives Noah a look that says, “Hey man, if you wanna give it up, I don’t blame ya.” Noah, a true champion, refuses. He fights through the pain and grabs Lilith by the head...he manages to deadlift her off the mat...her legs dangle...her nails leave Noah’s back. She spits in Noah’s face!! Hanson lets go...on the way down, Lilith grabs Noah’s head...she drops him with a Double Arm DDT!! Noah is down!! The crowd pops! Lilith rolls him over for a pin...Scruff slides in~

1!

2!

NO!

Smith: Noah Hanson survives!

Hood: This woman...she’s like a feral cat, man. You might be bigger...you might be stronger...but holy shit you’re gonna get fucked up fighting her.

Smith: She’s got her style, that’s for sure. It’s a style that won her and Sarah the OCW Tag Team titles. Belts that were once worn by Maurako and Paras...Ricky and Randy Valdez...Meyhu and TIO...Mark Kelley and Pete Parker...Curt Canon and…

Hood: WE GET IT

~Undaunted, Lilith pops back to her feet. She sees a group of young women dressed in R.O.S.E. gear. They are waving Lilith and Twilight teddy bears around. Inspired, Lilith yells out “TEDDY TRIUMPH!” Noah, on all fours, has his hair snatched by Lilith. She drags him toward the nearest corner and RAMS him face first into the top buckle...his legs wobble. She turns and heads for the second corner. Noah tries to fight her off...but she kicks him in the side of the knee. She then rams his face into the buckle!! Once again, his knees are gelatinized. She points toward the third! The fans pop! She drags him toward this corner and thrust his head forward...but he grabs onto the ropes with both hands, preventing impact. Lilith tries to force Noah’s head forward...but the much larger, stronger Hanson rears back and drills Lilith in the face with an elbow!! The impact is FLUSH. Lilith stumbles backward, holding her nose. Noah turns around...he leans into the corner...he’s still shaken from all the punishment. Lilith looks at her hand...no blood. Her eyes are tearing up from the impact. She places them upon Noah and screams...she runs forward, recklessly. Noah lifts a boot and DRILLS Lilith in the face!! She falls backward, slamming HARD on the mat. The fans quiet down. Lilith is on the mat...her hair lays wildly atop the mat, her eyes are closed. Noah stands upright and walks out of the corner...his confidence grows with each step~

Smith: Dang it!

Hood: Going back to that cat analogy. A cat sucks and can really do some damage...UNTIL you stomp on its back. Then, the fight is over.

Smith: Lilith is down and, yea, it doesn’t look good...but she’s come back from worse.

Hood: Not against the likes of Noah Hanson. Chalk it up, boys...this one is OVER.

~He reaches down, snaring Lilith by her black hair. He pulls her up...she claws at his face! He brings her in tight...she claws his back. Noah has a look that says “This fucking bitch, holy shit” He spins around and drills her into the mat with a Belly to Belly!! She’s down, once again. Noah, on his knees....he feels around his back, we get a look. There are numerous scratches and a few traces of blood. Nothing major...more painful than anything. He reaches down, grabs her by the head and slams the back of her head into the mat, hard. He stands up and yanks Lilith off the mat. This time, she is unresponsive. Hanson gets Lilith on his back...he stands up, jumps and drops Lilith with a leaping Vertibreaker (Big Opening Weekend)!! Lilith is out! Noah goes for a pin. Scruff slides in~

1!

2!

Shoulder Up!

Smith: Lilith kicked out!

Hood: Wrong. She got a shoulder up.

Smith: Same thing.

Hood: No, it’s not. Men kick out. Lilith weaseled out with that little feminine shoulder.

~Hanson slaps the mat and eyes Scruff. The vet has a feeling when a count could have been quicker. He deems that count a little slow. But, he stays the course knowing Lilith and her fucking nails could attempt a comeback at any moment. He pulls Lilith to her feet and drills her in the gut with a knee. He grabs hold of Lilith...it looks like a rock bottom...instead, he drops her with a Reverse Russian Leg Sweep (Summer Bomb)!!! Lilith is face down on the mat after impact. Noah pushes her lifeless body over, onto its back. He makes the cover...Scruff slides in~

1!

2!

SHOULDER UP

Smith: Again!

Hood: Noah tried the most devastating move in OCW history and...it didn’t work.

Smith: He calls that the Summer Bomb and, yes, it is a variation of Meyhu’s Ego Trip.

~Hanson gets to his feet with a sense of urgency. Scruff does the same. Hanson shoves Scruff in the corner, arguing the count. Scruff holds two fingers up, but it’s clear he’s nervous. Behind Noah, Lilith is struggling to her feet. She reaches her feet and staggers around. She sees Noah’s scratched back...she runs forward, yelling. Noah moves!! Lilith leaps into the air and crushes Scruff in the corner!! Scruff falls to the mat and rolls out of the ring...Lilith’s mouth falls open, surprised. Noah grabs her from behind and tosses her on her head with a Release German Suplex!! Lilith is down. Hanson returns to his feet...he kicks at Lilith. The fans boo. Noah talks shit...he calls her a rug munching lesbian...and much, much worse. The fans continue to boo. They yell “FUCK YOU HANSON!” Some even start an ‘INCEL’ chant. Hanson ignores them...he surveys his surroundings and smiles~

Smith: What’s he got to smile about? Is he actually proud of himself?

Hood: Why not? He’s in a big money tournament and he’s kicking his first round opponent around like a fucking dog. He’s living his best life, Smith.

Smith: Deplorable.

Hood: Do us all a favor and end it, Noah! Take that bitch OUT.

~Noah heads for the ropes. Scruff is nowhere to be seen. Hanson hops out of the ring and reaches under the ring...he removes a steel chair! The fans BOOO! Fans near Scruff lean over the guard rail and yell at him, trying to wake him up. Noah, steel chair in hand, heads for the ring steps. The fans suddenly pop! Our camera cuts to find JACK PUFFER running down the ramp. He’s toting a jar of Alice’s Mustard from the Mustard Factory. Noah reaches the top step. Jack places the jar on the mat and grabs at Noah’s leg. Noah looks down...he’s shocked and annoyed to find PUFFER~

Smith: It’s Jack Puffer! He’s set ot face Noah this Sunday at Blood on the Battlefield!

Hood: Get that clown out of here! Noah’s about to end Lilith...effectively doing the WORLD a favor.

Smith: Puffer wants to make amends to Noah...but I’m not sure this is the best way to go about that.

Hood: He’s such a fucking idiot.

~Noah kicks Jack away. Puffer yells, “Don’t do this, Noah! You’re better than this.” Noah indicates that Jack will be next once he’s done with Lilith. Hanson climbs the corner, chair in hand. Lilith remains on the mat. Jack looks at Noah. He looks at the chair. He looks at Lilith. He looks at the jar of mustard...it reads “To Noah From Jack. I’m sorry.” The fans urge Jack to make a move~

Smith: Jack Puffer is a chivalrous man. There’s no way he’s going to let Noah do...whatever he thinks he’s going to do with that chair.

Hood: Isn’t it obvious? Noah is going to hit Lilith with the LadyKiller via a steel chair and LITERALLY kill a lady.

Smith: Puffer! You’ve got to stop this man!

Hood: No way! A Noah win only makes him a bigger, better opponent for Jack. Stand back, Puffer and let Hanson do his thing!

~Noah reaches the top, chair in hand. Puffer shakes his head...he CAN’T stand by and watch this atrocity. He grabs the mustard jar and hops onto the apron, latching onto Noah’s leg. Noah looks down and tries to kick Puffer off. He does. Puffer staggers along the apron. He looks down at the jar and removes the lid...he then thrusts it upward...mustard flies and hits Noah in the face! The fans go wild!!! Noah drops the chair into the ring. He loses his footing...in trying to regain his balance, he turns around and gets crotched atop the corner with his back to the ring. Puffer looks at the open and empty mustard jar...then at the yellow face of Noah. He tries to say he’s sorry. Lilith, however, is already on her feet. She sets the chair up in the ring, charges in and dropkicks Puffer off the apron~

Smith: He may not have got what he deserved...but good on Puffer for taking a stand1

Hood: I just hope that sad sack of shit remembers what happens when you help Lilith and/or Sarah Twilight.

Smith: Regardless...Noah Hanson is in bad shape.

Hood: Luckily, he’s twice Lilith’s size...so there’s not much she can really do, right?

~Lilith gets under Noah...she manages to pull him off the top. He’s way too heavy for her frame. She wants to drop him onto the chair with the first half of The Twilight Zone! He legs are about to give out under Noah’s tremendous weight. So, she falls forward and drops Noah with a powerbomb into the chair!!! The chair is crushed! Noah is down. Lilith crawls over and slings the chair out of the ring. Scruff slides in upon hearing the impact. Lilith leaps on top of Noah. Scruff makes the count~

1!

2!

3!!!!

~The bell rings! The fans pop~

Belvedere: Here is your winner...and the first person moving on into the second round of Manifest Destiny 2…LILITH!!!!!

Smith: She did it! Lilith is advancing!

Hood: And just like that this tournament has gone to SHIT

Smith: She earned it, Hood. Had it not been for nefarious means, she would have won this easily.

Hood: Bull fucking shit. Noah was in control until the ‘good’ detective showed up and ruined everything! Fuck my life.

~Lilith pops to her feet and gets her arm raised. She’s giddy as usual. She looks around to make sure she didn’t get any mustard on her...somehow, she managed to avoid it. She looks down at Noah and gives him a very insincere wave goodbye before exiting. She struts by Puffer, ignoring the man who helped her. He sits up and looks in the ring at an unconscious and mustard covered Hanson~

Smith: That’s twice in a week that Puffer has tried to be good to Hanson only to result in Hanson getting hit with mustard.

Hood: Even worse...Puffer is the reason Hanson is out of Manifest Destiny 2!

Smith: While I don’t agree with that...he did appear in this match and played a role in the outcome.

Hood: There’s gonna be hell to pay for Jack Puffer. I hope Noah Hanson whips his ass at Blood on the Battlefield.

Smith: While I disagree...fans, this Sunday, Jack Puffer and Noah Hanson will square off in GCWA at Blood on the Battlefield. Meanwhile, here in OCW, Lilith...the former OCW Tag Team Champion advances!

Hood: I was REALLY hoping she’d be one and done. Why can’t things ever go my way?

Smith: Because you have terrible taste in wrestlers. Lilith is a darkhorse to win this thing, folks. Do not sleep on this woman...she might be a little...estranged, mentally...but she’s an amazing competitor. She will face the winner of our next match, The Big Bifford and Jason Chase.

Hood: Well, at least Bifford will crush Chase and then Lilith. So it’ll just be a two match deal with her...I don’t think I can handle more than two Lilith matches, man.

Smith: I’d suggest figuring out a way to handle more Lilith because she could very well go all the way. Folks...Bifford and Chase are next but first, let’s cut backstage!