Live, Sunday, June 26th, 2005 from The Staples Center in Los Angeles, California!!
~Our screen goes black, followed by the “Warning” screen about copying tonight’s broadcast. Suddenly, the Sinful Nature IV logo appears…the “V” disappears and we see a “I” appear…we then see highlights of Slim Shady pinning D Double D to become the OCW World Champion!! Next up, we see a “II” as a highlight is shown of The Great One drilling Marvelous Mario Maurako to the mat and pinning him for the OCW World Heavyweight Title. Finally, a “III” flashes as one of the Biff-era PPV’s clips are aired with Titan 3 defeating Kreller Masters for the OCW World Title!! The “III” fades as the “IV” shines through with a shot of ten different superstars…they are Dilon Draven, Annie Alvarez, Scott Syren, Eliminator, Hunter McKay, Rob Torborg, Logan Caine, Perfect Paul Paras, Silverfreak and Pete Parker…they all form together, fading out into one, lone figure with the World Title in the background…the word’s “Who will claim the gold tonight” flash as we fade into a jam packed Staples Center full of screaming OCW fans!! It pans for a few moments before settling on the announce team of Hood, Smith and Flamer~
Smith: Hello everyone and welcome to Sinful Nature IV!!! What a night we have in store for all of you…all of the OCW Titles will be handed out tonight and we will finally get to the bottom of the Final 10!
Hood: I can’t wait…four members of BUFF have a shot at the World Title tonight…that’s a forty percent chance of a BUFF member walking out World Champion!
Smith: Good point…I’m also being told that Top Dog is in the house tonight…not sure what his intentions are…
Hood: Oh yea, that reminds me…earlier this evening I saw a former OCW World Champion hanging out in Dean’s office…however, I don’t know what he’s doing here and what his business may turn out to be.
Smith: Interesting…however, the light tonight is shining solely on those participating at Sinful Nature…so, I say we…
~Suddenly, “Vodoo Child” by Jimi Hendrix blares throughout the arena as the fans go crazy when they see Dean standing on the stage. He has a mic in his hand and begins speaking~
Dean: Sorry to interrupt you guys, but I’ve got some business to take care of. You see, there is a panel of judges here tonight to help determine who is placed where amongst the final ten. So, I thought I’d reveal the four judges to you…they are seated in a conference room, so, technician guy, upload that feed.
~The OCWTron comes on as the camera shows a conference room…it starts panning to the four members~
Dean: Okay, the first member of our panel is a man who ran OCW for a few months, a dear friend of mine….Accelerator!
~Ace nods at the camera as it goes to the second member~
Dean: Next up is the only three time World Champion in OCW history….Lurrr!
~Lurrr chugs some beer and flicks off the camera…it pans more~
Dean: We have the first OCW Hall of Fame inductee, D Double D!
~D Double D waves and yells “Cheers, Mate!” as we pan to the last panelist~
Dean: And, finally, a man who can evaluate talent as good as I can…wrestling aficionado….Will Gardner!
~Some little white dude wearing a Texas Tech hat smiles and looks nervous in front of the cameras as they pan away from him~
Dean: So, folks…throughout the night you will see clips of wrestlers being handed their verdict of their placement in tonight’s show…the first match, for the TV Title will take place in just a moment and, after that, all the pieces will fall into place…okay, I’ve lost total train of thought…anyways, tonight should be awesome!
~Dean heads backstage as we see Perfect Paul Paras enter the office. He stares at the four panelists awaiting his slip of paper. Ace hands it to him. Paras opens it up and shows an instant look of confusion. Lurrr then ushers him out~
Lurrr: Get out of here, we have work to do, shit head!
~Paras goes to grab a chair to nail Lurrr with as both Ace and DDD stand up to talk him out of it. Paras thinks better of it and exits the office as the OCWTron goes off and we’re back with the announce team~
Smith: Well, the first decision has been handed down and Paras looked caught off guard by his placement.
Hood: Is that good or bad?
Smith: Tough to read, that’s for sure
Flamer: You can’t read?! Haha, fag!
Smith: Before he gets too started…let’s get down to ringside for our first match…as the feud between Mikael and PIC finally comes to a head!
Mikael (2-3) vs. PIC (2-0)
Warrick: The following match is a no disqualification submission match. Introducing first, from well.. Purgatory I suppose.. Weighing in at 245lbs., please welcome Mikael!
~Schism by Tool starts playing and Mikael makes his way to the ring. The crowd doesn’t really boo or cheer him, and is pretty much quiet for his entrance.~
Warrick: And his opponent weighs in at 225lbs, and hails from Charleston, West Virginia.. Please welcome PIC~!
~Raise Your Hands, by Bon Jovi starts playing and PIC runs down to the ring to a huge pop from the fans. He doesn’t waste any time and charges and tackles Mikael right away. He spears him to the ground and starts lacing punches into Mikael’s forehead. Mikael struggles under him but PIC has a firm plant and keeps him down and continuously punches him. The referee tries to break it up, but PIC just pushes the referee down. The crowd really likes this and pops for the violence against the referee. PIC jumps to his feet and nails a knee to Mikael’s forehead.~
Hood: Woah! I think PIC has some anger-management problems.
~PIC runs to the ropes and comes running back at Mikael, who has just gotten to his knees and nails a stiff knee to Mikael’s forehead. Mikael falls backwards and begins bleeding at the temple.~
Smith: Mikael has been busted open in the very early part of this match..
~PIC jumps out of the ring while Mikael rolls around, in the ring trying to get to his feet. He appears to be a bit dazed though from that hard knee. PIC grabs a chair and tosses it into the ring. However he doesn’t appear to be done. He searches around under the ring and tosses a heavy-duty piece of rope, a case of 6 bottles of full beer, and an empty aquarium into the ring.~
Smith: God.. Last time there was an aquarium in the ring it was a Bifford-PPV and it was full of goldfish and a turtle.
~PIC jumps back into the ring just as Mikael gets to his feet. PIC runs at him and nails a hard clothesline. Mikael goes down. PIC, grabbing the chair, sets it up and sits down on it. He waits as Mikael gets to his feet, then stands up and nails a superkick to Mikael’s face. Mikael goes down and PIC has a seat in the chair again. He whistles and looks around the arena, much to the delight of the fans, as Mikael uses the ropes to climb to his feet again. PIC grabs the heavy-duty piece of rope and gets off his chair. He walks up behind Mikael and wraps the rope around his throat, choking him. Mikael struggles in the choke, and manages to get away. He turns and tries to punch PIC, but PIC ducks and Mikael doesn’t connect. PIC nails a boot to Mikael’s midsection. He turns Mikael around so his back is to him and hooks him up for a German Suplex. While he has Mikael in the waist-lock, he turns around so that his back is to the chair. He sends Mikael flying over his head with a German Suplex that connects with the chair and Mikael gets folded up hard.~
Smith: MY GOD! This one is over! That was one of the most vile moves I’ve ever seen!
Hood: Shit! Is Mikael going to be able to get up from that?
Flamer: Bah, in my day I’d do that four or five times before setting myself on fire. Just take some Tylenol and let’s get on with this match..
~The chair, badly broken, is folded again by PIC. He lays it on the mat, but it doesn’t lay flat since it’s badly broken from the German Suplex. He drags Mikael to his feet and nails a facebuster-bulldog onto the chair. PIC raises his hand to the crowd in victory and they pop loudly.~
Smith: PIC is definitely the fan-favorite here.
Flamer: You sure they aren’t cheering for me?
~PIC picks Mikael up again and locks him in a sleeper hold. Mikael fights it and reaches the ropes. The referee tells PIC to release the hold, but PIC doesn’t listen. The referee starts counting, but PIC just looks at him and smiles since this is a NO-DQ Submission match. The referee remembers what kind of match this is and stops counting. Mikael’s struggling begins to get less and less, and he goes down to one knee. PIC releases the hold though, much to the surprise of the crowd, and nails a boot to the lower section of Mikael’s back.~
Smith: Mikael might have went out in that sleeper hold! Why did PIC release it?
Hood: I think PIC wants to inflict more damage on Mikael. He wants to send a message to the locker room that you shouldn’t mess with PIC.
~PIC waits as Mikael uses the ropes to pull himself up, then he irish whips him across the ring. Mikael hits the turnbuckle hard. PIC walks over to the corner and lifts Mikael up to the top rope. PIC climbs to the second rope and punches Mikael a few times. He then stands up, as does Mikael, and Superplexes Mikael off the top rope. Mikael hits the mat hard. PIC is quick to take the advantage and locks Mikael in an arm-bar.~
Hood: Oh god not another arm bar.. I hate arm bars..
Smith: Shut up. The arm bar is a sturdy wrestling hold. You see, if PIC is successful in pulling Mikael’s arm all the way down he will hyper extend it. A hyper-extended arm is bad news. It’s a good move and if PIC can make it work, Mikael will surely tap.
Flamer: Doesn’t look like that’s gonna happen though.
~Mikael reaches out and grabs one of the full beer bottles from the 6-pack that PIC had thrown in the ring earlier. With his free arm, Mikael nails PIC with the beer bottle. PIC releases the arm bar and Mikael gets to his feet. He opens the beer and takes a drink of it. He raises the beer to the crowd and they boo him. He turns around and is met by a dropkick from PIC. Mikael goes down and spills beer all over himself. He gets some of it in his cut above his right eye and screams as it burns.~
Hood: Ouch.
~PIC grabs the aquarium that he earlier threw in the ring and sets it up near the one turnbuckle. He grabs Mikael and pulls him to his feet. He irish whips Mikael to the ropes. Mikael bounces off and comes running back at PIC who meets him and tosses him in the air. He sends Mikael down with a flap-jack, face first RIGHT THROUGH THE AQUARIUM! The aquarium shatters and Mikael is covered in broken glass. He begins bleeding from all over his face and his shoulders. PIC sees all the blood and smiles. He picks Mikael back up again and nails him with a hard spine buster onto the broken glass, which cuts Mikael all over his back.~
Smith: MY GOD! Mikael is just COVERED in blood.
~PIC stands up and slides out of the ring again. He looks around under the ring and pulls out a broom. He tosses that into the ring and then goes back under. He grabs a table and tosses that into the ring, then walks over to the barricade that separates the fans from the wrestlers. He starts talking to the fan in the front row and she starts digging through her purse. She pulls out some mace and PIC slides back into the ring, mace in hand.~
Smith: Uh-oh! It looks like PIC might mace Mikael!
~Mikael gets to his feet, blood covering his face, upper chest, and back. He turns around and PIC is standing right there and shoots mace into Mikael’s eyes. Mikael screams in pain and grabs his face. He goes down to his knees, clutching his face in pain.~
Hood: OUCH! Mace in the eyes.. I bet you know what that feels like, Flamer.
Flamer: .. Yes. Yes I do.
~PIC drops the mace on the ground and grabs the broom. He swings at Mikael’s head like it’s a tee-ball baseball. He smacks Mikael in the side of the head and the broom breaks. He uses the sharp end of the broken broom to stab Mikael in the forehead. Blood pours down Mikael’s face.~
Smith: Holy shit. The referee might have to stop this match because of blood loss. Mikael might die if he keeps this up..
~PIC raises the bloody broom in the air and the crowd pops loud. Mikael, still fighting to stay alive in this fight, gets back to his feet and is stabbed in the stomach with the sharp end of the broken broom by PIC. He leans over, holding his stomach and is stabbed a third time right between the eyes with the jagged broken wood of that broom. Mikael goes down, blood pouring off his face onto the mat.~
Hood: Shit this is a blood bath!
~PIC flips Mikael onto his stomach and mounts his back. He locks him in a sleeper hold and blood pours from Mikael’s face onto the mat. Mikael looks as though he might tap.~
Smith: God, this match is brutal. Mikael had better tap out if he wants much of a career after this match. Matches like will take months off of your career.
~Mikael reaches forward and grabs the mace that PIC had dropped on the mat. He reaches up to shoot the mace into PIC’s eyes, but PIC sees it coming and releases the hold. Mikael struggles to get to his feet, mace still in hand, but PIC kicks him hard in the leg and Mikael goes down, dropping the mace. PIC grabs the table which he threw into the ring earlier, and sets it up against the turnbuckle Sabu-style.~
Hood: Table time!
~PIC picks Mikael up and leans him against the table. He then runs to the opposite turnbuckle and runs back towards Mikael. He goes sailing through the air, trying to cross-body Mikael through the table, but Mikael moves out of the way and PIC crashes through the table alone. The table smashes into dozens of pieces and Mikael falls down, unable to stand because of his loss of blood.~
Smith: This is such a brutal match.. I hope one of these men submit soon so that they can both seek medical attention.
~PIC gets back to his feet first, just as Mikael has managed to drag himself to his knees. He comes up behind Mikael and locks him back in the sleeper hold just as he gets to his feet. However, Mikael counters it by dropping to his knees and thus giving PIC a stunner-esque chin breaker. PIC turns around, leaving his back to Mikael who charges at him and locks him in a waist-lock. He tries to deliver a German Suplex to PIC but cannot get the strength, probably due to blood loss. PIC breaks out of the waist lock and nails a boot to Mikael’s midsection. He then lifts him up and drops him with a powerbomb.~
Smith: What a brutal match. I know I keep repeating myself, but shit is Mikael bleeding a whole hell of a lot. There’s just blood everywhere.
~PIC stands back up and raises his hands to the crowd. He pulls Mikael towards the corner and then starts climbing to the top rope. He gets to the top rope and signals to the crowd that the match is over. He comes sailing off of the top and hits his 450 splash, The End Result. He makes the cover..
1..
2..
~The referee stops counting. He reminds PIC that this is a submission match and that pin falls are not allowed. PIC smiles and nods as he remembers. He gets to his feet and leans down to pick Mikael up, but Mikael reaches his hand up and shoots mace into PIC’s eyes. PIC grabs his eyes and falls to his knees in pain.~
Smith: Shit! Now PIC’s been shot with the mace!
~Mikael stands up, his entire body from the waist up just red and completely covered in blood. He kicks PIC in the midsection as he gets to his feet and then nails him with a stiff clothesline. Mikael climbs outside the ring and grabs the ring steps. He struggles to lift the huge solid steel steps and throws them over the top rope into the ring. He climbs into the ring and sets the steps up in the very center of it.~
Hood: Mikael’s begun rearranging the ring-side furniture.
~Mikael pulls PIC to his feet and drags him over to the steps. Mikael climbs up on the first step and shoves PIC’s head between his legs. Mikael lifts him up and nails a PILEDRIVER onto the STEEL RING STEPS!~
Smith: HOLY SHIT!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Smith: I agree! Holy shit! PIC’s neck has GOT to be BROKEN!
~Mikael sits on the steps. Blood pours down his face and into his mouth as he smiles. He gets up and lays PIC face down on the steps. He grabs the steel chair that PIC used earlier and slams it against the back of PIC’s head. PIC’s head is hit by the chair and his face slammed against the steps. AGAIN Mikael hits the back of his head with the chair and AGAIN it slams his face against the steps. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. Then he stops and turns PIC over and smiles as he sees that PIC is bleeding too.~
Hood: Well, now Mikael won’t feel lonely when the doctors are stitching him up in the back.
~Mikael climbs outside the ring and digs around under the ring again. He pulls out a bunch of barbed-wire. He climbs back into the ring and wraps the barbed-wire around his own arm.~
Smith: What the hell is Mikael doing? He’s wrapping his own arm in barbed-wire! He’s bleeding enough, he doesn’t need to do THIS!
~Mikael walks up behind PIC and wraps the barbed-wire wrapped arm around PIC’s throat and slams back onto his back. He locks in his dragon sleeper and wraps his legs around him in a leg-scissor he then bridges his body, successfully locking in THE PAIN, Mikael’s finisher. PIC starts struggling really hard, trying to break the hold.~
Smith: HOLY SHIT! Mikael’s got THE PAIN which is an excruciatingly painful move in itself locked in.. but in addition he’s got BARBED WIRE wrapped around his arm which must be cutting PIC’s neck. This is sick.
~PIC struggles for a few moments and then taps out.~
Warrick: Here is your winner.. MIKAEL!!!!!
~After a few moments Mikael breaks the hold and unwraps the barbed wire from his arm. He drops the barbed-wire onto PIC’s face and then stomps on it, causing quite a few more cuts on PIC’s face. He then walks out of the ring and towards the back, holding his arm high.
Smith: Shit that was a bloodbath…
Hood: No kidding, Mikael is one deranged guy…
~The camera cuts to a Hummer that has just pulled up outside the building. There is a huge picture of Triple M’s face on the hood of the Hummer and the fans in the arena start to cheer with excitement at the returning legend. Triple M gets out of the Hummer wearing a bright Red suit, and his cool-aid red hair slicked back. Triple M makes his way into the building when a new OCW reporter walks up to get a word with him.
Kimberly Ann Floyd: Excuse me Triple M, I’m new here and I’m looking for a break. Can you tell me why you’ve returned to OCW?
~Triple M stops and looks at Kimberly~
Triple M: I’m here to help out an old pal and take care of a Cancer that should have been dealt with long ago.
~Triple M walks off and the camera cuts back to inside the arena~
Smith: Triple M is in the house!! What does he have in store tonight?
Hood: Sounds like Triple P is in deep shit
Smith: I agree, Triple M has been upset ever since the return of Triple P, he walked away from the only thing he loves due to Triple P’s arrival…that should speak volumes as to the amount of hate between these two men.
Hood: I say get the fuck over it and beat his ass in the ring
Smith: Some would agree with you
~The scene cuts to a hallway backstage. We see various tables with snacks and goodies of sorts on them. Various jobbers are grabbing a bite, but amongst all the loserness, two AWESOME people stand. Scott “Awesome” Syren and Rob “Charisma” Torborg. Rob Torborg has a saddened look on his face, and Syren pats him on the back~
Rob “Charisma” Torborg: This is fucking gay as hell bullshit, how come I can’t pee as good as you can, oh might purveyor of fine urine.
Scott “Awesome” Syren: Syren: Dude, calm down, it's fuckin' easy. First, whip it out...
~The Real Deal looks down and nods, he slowly whips out his Penis~
Scott “Awesome” Syren: WOAH, now THAT'S what I call a Tor-boner!
~Syren nods towards The “Real” Deal and they begin walking down the hallway looking for who knows what. Eventually it looks like they are going to give up their search until they see the perfect target. Kenzie Raye stands facing in the opposite direction drinking a cola~
Syren: A-ha! A perferct target! Ok, be quiet...
~The Real Deal nods in Syren’s direction one more time, and they slowly begin to tip-toe up towards the target. She continues to drink her cola in peace. Syren slowly pulls out the massive awesomeness of his thing. He looks towards Torborg, who is apparently a little nervous, however Syren would snap him out of it~
Syren: Allright TORO-BORG, let that shit fly!!!
~Torborg pushes forward letting urine fly, so does Syren! It hits Kenzie in the back at first, and she turns around from the warmness not realizing what it was. She just drops her jaw, which is a big mistake in shock. The pissing continues nailing her in the face the top everything. It looks like Torborg is going to go dry but he manages one last power of piss, that nails her close to maybe even in the mouth. Syren and Torborg quickly package up. They walk off quickly as Kenzie just begins to yell, scream, and bitch…we cut back to ringside~
Smith: I feel like we’re back in Junior High
Hood: I know, ain’t it cool?
Smith: The opposite…those guys just made poor Kenzie Raye scream!
Flamer: She was screaming my name all night long last night as I FLAMED her real good!
Hood: I have no idea what to make of that statement
Smith: Me neither…Battle Royal Time!
Robert Lange vs. James Jackson vs. Macsta vs. Alexander H Mary vs. Kenzie Raye vs. Charlie Mac vs. Adam Primrose vs. Dillen Jaymes vs. Sean Clarks vs. Matthew Behrman vs. The League vs. Zeek Alexander vs. T.C. Larcen
~The screen flashes into the ring where all the battle royal competitors are already assembled.~
Warrick: Ladies and gentlemen, the rules are simple.. Once a competitor is thrown over the top rope they are eliminated! The last man or woman in the ring gets a shot at the IC Title! Let’s get ready to rumble!!!
~The bell rings and they all pair off and begin exchanging punches.~
Smith: This one should be exciting. Remember, the winner of this match gets an Intercontinental Title shot. That’s huge prestige.
~In one corner Adam Primrose is exchanging punches with Robert Lange. Lange, suddenly and without warning grabs Primrose and launches him over the top rope with a belly-to-belly throw. Primrose hits the ground outside hard.~
Hood: Woah! That was early.. Less that a minute into this thing and Adam Primrose has been eliminated.. Looks like Mr. Everything is Mr. GONE!
~In another corner, The League lifts up the larger Alexander H. Mary and tries to dump him over the top rope. However, Mary lands on his feet on the ring apron tries to suplex The League over the top rope, but doesn’t and falls backwards. ~
Smith: The League has eliminated Alexander H. Mary!
Flamer: He obviously wasn’t in my League..
Hood: Neither is that fat chick in the front row.. She’s too good for you, Flamer.
~Against one of the ropes, Matthew Berhman is fighting with Macsta. Berhman nails Macsta with a hard punch and Macsta goes over, but holds onto the ropes. He skins the cat and pulls himself back into the ring where Berhman is waiting. Berhman clotheslines Macsta over the top rope, eliminating him.~
Smith: Matthew Berhman has eliminated Macsta. Good victory for young Matthew Berhman.
~Elsewhere in the ring, Zeek Alexander has T.C. Larcen locked in a sleeper hold. T.C. Larcen backs into the turnbuckle, causing Zeek to break the hold. He turns around and clotheslines Zeek hard. Zeek almost goes down, but holds onto the ropes. Zeek grabs Larcen and tosses him over the top rope. But Larcen lands on the apron and grabs a-hold of Zeek. He tries to suplex Zeek, much in the same way Mary had tries to suplex The League earlier, however Larcen succeeds and suplexes Zeek over the top. Zeek hit’s the ground, but Larcen stands on the apron and climbs back into the ring.~
Hood: Bye bye Zeek Alexander.. Good elimination there by T.C. Larcen.
~Charlie Mac, who apparently has a family member at ringside, starts yelling into the crowd. Someone in the crowd tosses their steel chair to Charlie Mac. Mac catches it and starts slamming it against the skull of James Jackson. He nails one chair shot, two chair shots, three chair shots, four. Five chair shots, six chair shots, seven chair shots, eight. After the ninth chair shot James Jackson’s legs collapse under him and he lies on the canvas motionless. Charlie Mac throws the chair outside of the ring and picks Jackson up. He tosses Jackson over the top rope, and he lands on top of the steel chair.~ Smith: Well.. That was brutal. It looks like Jackson has been injured.. Here come the stretchers..
~About 10 EMTs come to attend to Jackson. Matthew Behrman looks on from inside the ring, concerned for Jackson’s well being. While he’s distracted, Kenzie Raye comes up behind him and tosses him over the top rope. Behrman looks up at her and she smiles and waves. Behrman looks pissed.~
Hood: Behrman’s gone!
Smith: Damn that woman! Behrman was carrying about the well-being of his fellow superstar and Kenzie came up from behind and screwed him.
Flamer: Welcome to the world of women.
~T.C. Larcen sees Behrman get screwed by Kenzie. He comes up behind her, and in an act similar to her act against Behrman, lifts her up and tosses her outside the ring. She gets eliminated and Behrman starts exchanging punches with her on the outside.~
Smith: HAHAHA! Kenzie was eliminated.. And now Behrman’s getting a piece of her. Good for him..
~They brawl to the backstage area.~
Smith: Well, few men remain..
~T.C. Larcen and The League are exchanging punches in another corner. The League nails a hard lariat that sents Larcen over the top rope by momentum alone.~
Hood: Woah! What a lariat there by The League! Larcen is GONE!
~Charlie Mac, in the middle of the ring, starts slamming his fists into his chest, showing off how big and manly he is. He runs over to the corner where Larcen was just eliminated and clotheslines The League over the top!~
Flamer: HAHAHA! League’s gone. He wasn’t in my league either.
Hood: Neither is that fat Italian woman in the third row with the mustache.
~Lange, seeing that Charlie Mac is in a vulnerable position, runs over to him and nails him with a lariat. However, he doesn’t hit it hard enough and Mac doesn’t go flying. Lange, however gets an idea and tries to belly-to-belly suplex Mac like he did earlier to Primrose, but is too tired and can’t lift him. So instead he kicks him in the stomach and nails a face buster. He grabs Mac’s legs and slingshots him over the top rope to the outside.~
Smith: Charlie Mac is gone, courtesy of Mr. Lange.
Hood: I’m just impressed that Lange is so successful in this Battle Royal.
~Lange smiles, feeling good about himself, when he’s blind sided by a lariat from Dillen Jaymes. Dillen Jaymes hits his finisher Slow Motion on Lange. He picks Lange’s lifeless body up and tosses it over the top rope.~
Flamer: Bye bye Lange!
~Jaymes and Clarks are the only two left. They exchange punches in the middle of the ring. Jaymes irish whips Clarks into the turnbuckle and Clarks hits hard. Jaymes runs in, looking for a body splash, but Clarks lifts him up over his head and drops him over the top rope. Jaymes hit’s the floor and is eliminated.~
Warrick: Here is your winner.. And NEW Number One Contender for the Intercontinental Title….. “ALABASTOR” SEAN CLARKS!!!!!
Smith: Nice win for Sean Clarks…really gives him some much needed momentum here in OCW.
Hood: Absolutely, Dillen Jaymes, Charlie Mac and Robert Lange all put up great fights, though
Smith: True enough, a great assortment of talent!
Hood: Yup
Smith: Well, folks, it’s time for the Sinful Nature edition of Paradise City!
~Pete Parker is reading something as he bumps into a backstage worker, who looks quite distressed. Starring at him like he bumped his head, Pete smiles as sees the guy's hands are shaking.~
Pete: Son is there something I can do to assist you, if I didn't know better I would think you are about to piss your pants?
Worker: Mr. Parker I was sent to inform you that your scheduled guest could not make into Los Angeles, his plane was diverted to Utah.
Pete: You are saying Jack Sullivan won't be in LA, here at the Staples Center tonight?
Worker: That would be correct sir, but there's more, I was told you have a stand in guest courtesy of President Dean, already waiting for you.
Hood: What in the world is going on, seems Sullivan's plane was diverted, and now he's got a guest he's unprepared for?
Smith: To know who is already there, sitting behind the door, could be Syren.
Hood: Could be Triple M as well, this could turn out to be the most destructive Paradise City yet.
~Parker comes to the entrance to Paradise City, and his two security guards are nowhere to be found. He pauses, getting a grip on himself, and then walks through the door, ready for anything. From the right as you walk in, there is a blonde, dancing in an elevated cage, wearing nothing but g-strings everywhere, up and down. She pulls up a sign, that points to her outfit, the sign reading, Parker Paradise Gear. The camera pans down the wall and comes to a large, king size waterbed, with an overhead canopy, and a heavy plush bench at the foot of the bed. Then next to the bed is a second cage, elevated also, sporting a fabulous red head, wearing a blue version of Parker Paradise Gear, as she holds up a sign also. The floor is covered in a thick blue carpet. Across from the bed is a loveseat, a darker blue that matches the carpet, above that is a Liquid Plasma TV Screen. Almost exactly the distance from the waterbed and loveseat is a oversized checkerboard blue and white chair, above which is the Pornstar wearing two OCW Titles, one around the waist, and one on his shoulder. The camera moves around the room, and stops as there is a smaller double cage on the left side of the doorway, with two female midgets, dancing up on each other. Parker is wearing jeans and a "Torborg Fan Club" T-shirt. When he walks past the camera, the back says, "I've got Ocean Front Property in Minnesota too".~
Pete: Whoa, it's been a really long time since I've laid eyes on you.
Hood: Well who is it?
Smith: I don't know, I can't see either.
~Pete walks over and stops as the masked man stands up, the six foot six, former OCW World Heavyweight Champion, wearing all black from head to toe, extends a hand towards Parker, who calmly shakes it, and then passes him taking a seat in his chair.~
Pete: Shadow Stalker, it's been a really long time, guess I'm interviewing you tonight.
Shadow: It has been a really long time since I happened to step foot inside an OCW Arena for any kind of show.
Pete: Shadow, why the hell are you in Los Angeles, and more important here at the Staples Center tonight?
Shadow: That is easy, I'm the guest of the President of OCW, the majority owner of OCW, yes I'm talking about Dean. I've yet to talk to him since arriving, I was told to come here and talk to the Pornstar, something I'm not fond of doing.
Pete: What happened to my two security guards, you didn't do anything to them did you?
Shadow: They are fine, taking a long coffee break, being as how I doubted anyone would mess with this, joke of a set with me here. What is the purpose of the bed, does it play to your sexual ego or something?
Pete: Since you are here, I might as well ask you some questions, I can't have a Paradise City without a guest, so if I'm stuck with you, I might as well get what I can out of you.
Shadow: If you insist, since I was asked to show up, I'll play along for now.
Pete: How does it feel to be the only masked wrestler in OCW to be inducted into the OCW Hall of Fame.
Shadow: That's a really stupid question, I believe I've been the only masked wrestler to ever wrestle in OCW, so just like the countless others that have been inducted, I could care less, I like hurting people, makes me feel good, if they want to put me up in lights for that, so be it.
Pete: Are you seriously considering a return to OCW, and another run at the OCW World Title that could be around my waist later tonight?
Shadow: You World Champion, that would be the day. No, I can say it firmly now, that I have no intentions of wrestling in OCW again. I'm here for another reason, and that will become evident later tonight.
Pete: You are a former World Heavyweight Champion, and you did indeed kill a man after winning that title, do you ever worry about the police?
Shadow: I did what I was asked to do, one bring a level of credibility to the OCW World Title, and two, destroy the pissant that had the title, which I also did. The police are morons, they could search from now until the turn of the century, the year 3000 for those who are stupid enough to not understand the meaning, and they would never find the body. When I take someone out, I make sure the tracks are covered.
Pete: Are you the one responsible for the recent killing spree in OCW?
Shadow: Like I just said, I cover my tracks, I don't leave clues to what I do, so that would be a no, I haven't killed anyone associated with OCW since my tenure here ended.
Pete: How does it feel to lose the OCW World Heavyweight Title to a guy like Everlast in your first title defense.
Shadow: Everlast put up a good fight, it wasn't the first time I lost a match, but I did leave the event with a title, and Everlast didn't. Everyone has their day in history, their one day to shine, Everlast had his 30 minutes of fame, only to lose to Triple P in the same night. My reign on top was longer than his, and his inferior ability was shown by Triple P. Everlast topped me, but it took everything he had to do it, making him easy pickings for Triple P.
Pete: Do you still practice those dark arts?
Shadow: Practice is such a fine word, it's more like a part of me that will never leave nor end. My darkside is something that when unleashed was completely terrible, and unmatched. Many have seen and felt the destructive force I can unleash, and know it's no joke. I think I've had enough of this bullshit already, and I better leave before someone else dissappears forever.
~Shadow Stalker gets up, and walks out of the set, slamming the door shut behind him, leaving Pete speechless and relieved. Pete gives the wrap signal to the cameraman, and leaves the set as well, to get into gear.~
Hood: We know Shadow Stalker is here in the building, but why.
Smith: I have no idea, but the show is still young.
~We head backstage where Logan Caine has entered the room with the panelists…Dilon Draven is right behind him. They are both handed papers, Draven looks at his while Logan refuses to look at his at the time being~
Dilon Draven: Seems about right, I’m going to bring this title home for BUFF!
Logan Caine: I’m going to look at mine off camera…besides, if you’re in the match I think you’re in, we need to prepare, ASAP.
~Both men exit the panelists room as we go back to the announce table~
Smith: Well, folks…it’s time to unveil three of the Top ten as the OCW Television Title is up next. While you have seen three men handed their fates, that doesn’t mean just those three know…some have been shown, some haven’t…it’s just randomness, I suppose. So, anyways…without further ado…down to the ring as we find out who is in the OCW Television Title match!
~ “Walk by Pantera comes over the PA system as Draven is comes from behind the curtain greeted by a chorus of boos. He walks down the ramp and walks up the stairs and slowly makes his way into the ring. He challenges the crowd to make them boo even louder~
Warrick: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is a Hardcore rules match and it is for the OCW Television Title!!! Introducing first, from Cleveland, Ohio, standing 6’5” and weighing in at 258 lbs….Dilon Draven!!!!!
~ “Line in the Sand” by Motorhead begins to play as the fans start to boo when they see Hunter McKay make his way down to the ring. He has a water bottle in his hand…he pauses on the ring apron, downs some water and then spits it out at the crowd. The crowd just boos even louder as McKay enters the ring~
Warrick: Introducing next, from Nashua, New Hampshire, standing 6’4” and weighing in at 275 lbs….Hunter McKay!!!!!
~The lights go out in the arena as Killing in the name of by Rage against the machine begins. Gold lights flash on and off in time with the opening guitars of the song, just as Zack de la Rocha screams "Killing in the name of" an explosion of gold fireworks goes off at the entrance and Logan Caine appears behind them as the die down. He slowly walks to the ring, taking verbal jabs with the fans on his way in. He climbs the steps and into the ring, climbing a near by turnbuckle and throws both hands in the air while still yelling at the fans~
Warrick: And, introducing the third participant, from Cleveland, Ohio, standing 6’6” and weighing in at 265 lbs…. “The Legend” Logan Caine!!!!!
Dilon Draven (2-1) vs. Hunter McKay (3-1) vs. “The Legend” Logan Caine (2-0)
~Caine enters the ring as the bell quickly sounds. Caine and Draven walk up to each other and shake hands as they look over in McKay’s direction. McKay just stares right back, Caine and Draven discuss some strategy as they start to stalk towards McKay. Caine comes in from one direction while Draven approaches at another. They get near McKay and look ready to pounce, McKay then goes off and starts nailing Draven with some stiff lefts and rights as Draven staggers back. Caine then rushes in and nails McKay with some stiff forearm shots to the back as McKay arches his back in pain. Caine knees McKay in the kidney area with McKay falling to one knee. Draven then delivers a crushing blow to McKay’s head with a sharp elbow!! McKay falls over onto the ring mat as the tag team partners begin to stomp away on McKay’s body~
Smith: And the tone for our first “Final Ten” match up has been set. These two guys are BUFF, they are tag team partners, and they are going to team up to try and eliminate Hunter McKay, quickly.
Hood: Sounds good to me, BUFF rules
Smith: I don’t think it’s fair at all, Hunter McKay deserves a fair shot, just like anyone else, this is anything BUT fair!
Hood: Cry me a fucking river, Smith
~Draven pulls McKay right back to his feet and whips him into the ropes, Draven goes for a clothesline, but McKay ducks, however, by ducking, McKay runs right into a superkick from Caine!! McKay falls flat on his back as Draven heads to the outside. Meanwhile, in the center of the ring, Caine is stomping on McKay with McKay’s body just lying there. Caine then goes to a nearby corner and climbs to the second rope, he leaps off and drills an elbow into McKay’s throat!! McKay grabs his throat in pain as Caine goes for a pin~
1!
2!
Kick Out!!!
Smith: Kickout by Hunter McKay!!
Hood: Impressive, Logan Caine and Dilon Draven are really doing a number on poor, ole Hunter…gotta love it!
Smith: No, you certainly don’t have to love anything about it
Flamer: Fags
Smith: Useful as always, Tommy
Flamer: Aha!
~Draven reenters the ring with a steel chair in his hands. Caine is back to his feet and has yanked McKay to his. Caine holds McKay, facing Draven, Draven goes for a stiff chair shot, however, McKay ducks and Draven nails Caine!!! Caine staggers back into the ropes. McKay then kicks Draven in the gut. Draven drops the chair, McKay picks it up and smashes Draven in the head with the chair!! Draven falls to the mat. McKay then turns towards Caine, who is leaning against the ropes, McKay hits Caine in the head with the chair and Caine goes over the top rope and to the outside!!! McKay looks at the chair, which is bent and twisted and hurls it out of the ring as he is fired up~
Smith: Whoa!! Hunter McKay just went off on Logan Caine and Dilon Draven!
Hood: No shit, that was insane!
Smith: McKay is on fire!
Flamer: WHAT?! THAT COPYCAT!
Smith: No, Flamer, it’s a saying…you know, like in NBA Jam?
Flamer: You played that? Haha! It’s more like NBGay Jam!
Smith: Whatever
~McKay goes to the outside where Caine is still on the ground. McKay pulls Caine to his feet and slams him, head first, into the guardrail!! Caine grabs his face in pain and is leaning over. McKay then kicks Caine right in the midsection. Caine falls to both knees, holding his abdomen in pain. McKay then goes to the ring and looks underneath it. McKay pulls out a Sledgehammer! The crowd boos as McKay eyes the heavy weapon with a sick look in his eyes~
Smith: I know BUFF isn’t the most endearing organization in OCW, however, this is going too far!
Hood: If he fucks Logan Caine up, I’m going to fuck him up!
Smith: Calm down, Hood
Hood: I’m fucking serious!
Flamer: I already fucked Logan Caine up
Hood: No you didn’t, he’s “The Legend” you’re just “The Douche who sets himself on fire”
Flamer: BLAH!
~McKay lifts the sledgehammer over his head and prepares to bring it crashing down onto Caine, however, reaching from over the top rope is Draven!!! He grabs the hammer and rips it away from McKay!! Draven tosses the hammer aside, it slides across the ring mat. Draven then turns back around and receives a stiff right hand from McKay. McKay grabs Draven by his hair and yanks him over the top rope and to the outside!! Draven hits hard~
Smith: Hunter McKay is still in control, however, they avoided the Sledgehammer!
Hood: Who pulls out a sledgehammer, honestly?
Smith: Hunter McKay does
Flamer: More like Hunter McGay!
Smith: Too much wit!
Flamer: I KNOW!
~McKay stomps on Draven as Caine slowly makes it to his feet. McKay runs over at Caine and drills him to the mat with a stiff clothesline!!! Caine lands hard as McKay goes back over to the ring and begins digging underneath it. McKay finally emerges with a table! The crowd goes crazy for the table as McKay sets it up on the outside. McKay then goes back over to Draven and pulls him to his feet. McKay nails Draven with some stiff shots to the back of the head before placing Draven on the ring apron~
Smith: What is Hunter McKay going to do with Dilon Draven?
Hood: Probably put him through that table, you dumbshit
Flamer: You SMELL like shit
Hood: Riiiight
~McKay climbs up onto the ring apron with Draven and pulls Draven to his feet. McKay kicks Draven in the gut and goes for a pedigree through the table! However, Draven counters with a low blow to McKay!! McKay bends over in pain as Draven gets to his feet. He then hooks McKay, leaps off the apron and drills McKay through the table with the Draven Bomb!!! He holds onto McKay’s legs for the pin as the ref makes the count~
1!
2!
3!!!!!
Smith: Hunter McKay is gone!!
Hood: NO!
Smith: What?! I thought you liked BUFF?
Hood: I do, but now they have to fight one another…not to mention they are a future GREAT tag team!
Smith: True
Hood: Oh well, BUFF bloods runs thicker than…I don’t know, can’t think of anything witty, so I’ll hand it over to Tommy
Flamer: I love boobies!
Smith: Smart move
~McKay is removed from ringside as Draven gets to his feet. He looks over at Caine, who is now on his feet. The two men walk up to each other and don’t seem to know what to make of this situation. Caine then places his hand on Draven’s shoulder and points at the ground. He then slaps his hands together three times and looks back at Draven. Draven shows a look of shock on his face as he cracks a half smile and takes a few steps back~
Smith: What is going on?!
Hood: I can’t read lips, moron
Smith: Well, apparently, Logan Caine is asking Dilon Draven to lay down so Caine can win the TV Title!
Flamer: Fags want to lie on top of each other
Hood: Ahh, that’s why Draven looks like he just saw Biff walking out of the shower naked
Smith: Oh man, bad mental image
~Draven shakes his head no as Caine shows displeasure by aggressively asking him to do it again. Draven responds by pushing Caine backwards, the crowd slightly cheers. Caine comes back and shoves Draven as hard as he can. Draven staggers back, regains his balance and charges at Caine, taking him down with a spear!! Draven is on top of Caine and goes off on him with lefts and rights as the crowd is cheering him on~
Smith: What is going on here?! The crowd is actually behind Dilon Draven?!
Hood: Well, I guess they think Logan Caine is a dick or something
Smith: Yes and Draven was standing up for himself
Hood: I guess, but this still sucks, BUFF cannot be fighting like this!! Somebody call Big Daddy Syren!
~Draven gets to his feet and yanks Caine to his. He kicks Caine in the gut as Caine doubles over in pain, Draven then hooks Caine and drops him to the floor with an Implant DDT! Draven then walks over to the ring and peers underneath; he sees something to his liking as he yanks a metal trashcan, fully equipped with equally flimsy lid. Draven takes the lid as Caine is slowly reaching his feet. Draven then cracks the trashcan lid over Caine’s head!! Caine staggers back and forth before Draven hands the trashcan to Caine. Caine, unknowingly, holds it as Draven delivers a spinning heel kick which crushes the can into Caine’s face! Caine falls backwards as the crowd is really behind Draven~
Smith: Dilon Draven is really taking it to Logan Caine!
Hood: No good, NO GOOD
Smith: Just let the match run its course, Hood…if it breaks BUFF up, it breaks them up
Hood: BLASPHEMY!
Smith: No, it’s fact!
Flamer: Balsfamy!
Smith: What?
Flamer: What faggot said
Smith: Unbelievable
~Draven pulls Caine back to his feet and drags him down the aisle way a bit and tosses him, head first, into the steel guard rail!! Caine lands hard and is lying on his stomach. Draven walks back over to the ring and goes underneath yet again. This time, he pulls out a ladder!! The fans cheer loudly as Draven walks back towards Caine with the ladder. Draven reaches Caine and lifts the ladder up, yet, Caine reaches out with his foot and kicks Draven in his leg. Draven falls forward and lands, face first, onto the ladder!! The crowd boos as Caine sits up against the guardrail, trying to catch his breath, meanwhile, Draven is laid out from the blow to the head via the ladder~
Smith: Smart move by the veteran, Logan Caine
Hood: Not your typical wrestling move, but it worked
Flamer: That was GAY
Hood: If there was anyone…and I mean ANYONE who had no place in calling a wrestling move, it would be you, Flamer
Flamer: Ha, Flamer? More like Gaymer!
Hood: Dude, you just zinged yourself
Flamer: Huh?
Smith: He’s right, Tommy
Flamer: Uhhhh….FAGGOT!
~Caine slowly makes it to his feet and he sets the ladder up. He then pulls Draven to his feet and starts to climb the ladder. Draven, though, nails Caine in the back with a clubbing forearm blow. Caine grabs his lower back in pain. Draven then begins to scale the ladder on the other side~
Smith: This could be ugly
Hood: What the hell are they climbing this ladder for? I don’t know if they forgot, but this isn’t the Safe on a Scaffold match
Smith: Hush, it’s divine intervention from the heavens above…watch, something cool will probably happen.
Hood: You mean our lives are scripted?
Smith: Flamer, need I say more?
Hood: Excellent point
~Both men reach the top of the ladder and begin to trade punches with one another. Draven gains the upper hand as Caine appears to be reeling, nearly falling backwards off of the ladder. Draven goes for a clothesline when Caine blocks it and jams a thumb into Draven’s eye!! Draven is stunned as Caine positions himself for a good balanced stance on top of the ladder. He then lifts Draven up, onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry. Caine then leaps off the ladder and delivers a Stunner to Draven from the top of the ladder all the way to the floor!!! The crowd goes crazy as both men are down…Caine manages to toss his arm over Draven’s chest as the ref makes the count~
1!
2!
3!!!!!
~The bell rings as the ref raises the hand of Logan Caine~
Warrick: Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner and NEW OCW TELEVISION CHAMPION…. “THE LEGEND” LOGAN CAINE!!!!!
~The crowd, coming down for the initial high of the suicidal move, starts to boo as Logan Caine is handed the TV Title~
Smith: Great win for Logan Caine!! He was able to barely defeat his tag team partner to come out on top in our first Final Ten match up!
Hood: Was a hell of a match, nothing like having two BUFF guys in the ring at one time…LEGENDARY!
Smith: The question is…are they still cool?
Hood: They better be!
~Caine is standing over Draven, holding his title as Draven is slowly reaching his feet. Caine is breathing heavily, covered in sweat, as Draven makes it to his feet. Draven looks at Caine’s title then right back at Caine as Caine stares right back at Draven. The crowd can feel the apparent tension as they cheer for Draven to do something. Draven continues staring intensely at Caine, not breaking his focus one bit~
Smith: I don’t think these two are finished, Hood
Hood: Shit, they’d better be…only extra curricular activity I want to see is a handshake…they’re BUFF, damnit
~Suddenly, the crowd reacts as Scoot Time runs from the back towards Caine and Draven. Draven and Caine start to talk trash to one another as Scoot gets in between both men. He starts yelling at them to calm down. Draven and Caine stop yelling then turn and look at Scoot. Both men then, at the same time, drill Scoot in the head with a pair of stiff right hands!!! Scoot falls down and is knocked out. Both Draven and Caine smile and look back at each other. Draven then extends his hand, Caine shakes and the two men celebrate, together, as Caine, with the help of Draven, raises the TV Title high in the air. The fans quickly turn on Draven as they boo louder than ever. Draven then picks Scoot up, tosses him over his shoulder and follows Caine through the curtain and backstage~
Smith: Looks like BUFF is tighter than I gave them credit for, Hood
Hood: No shit, Smith…BUFF for life, biatch!
~The camera cuts to Eliminator and Joseph Rosenberg sitting down on the bench in the locker room. Eliminator has a lead pipe in his hand, and is dressed to wrestle, or fight as it may be.~
Eliminator: I know I'm going to go for my first World Champion, but I can't imagine some fool not trying to attack me.
Rosenberg: Well, no one can get in unless you let them, so how are you going to know they're willing to talk?
Eliminator: I don't know. All I know is that some Rob Torborg or Hunter McKay will want to make a name for himself by trying to attack me.
Rosenberg: So what are you going to do about it?
Eliminator: I've got a lead pipe, and I'm going to bash the next idiot's skull in who dares to open this door.
~Eliminator stands up and walks next to the door. He takes an aggressive stance. Someone opens the door without knocking. It's Robert Lange! Eliminator winds up to hit Lange while Lange attempts to shield himself.~
Robert Lange: I come in peace!
Eliminator: Oh, really?
Robert Lange: Can't I be assumed innocent for once around here? Anyway, I'd like to wish you luck for...whatever match it is you have.
Eliminator: Although it's nice to be wished luck, I don't need luck around here.
Robert Lange: Okay, whatever.
~Lange walks off.~
Eliminator: Damn, what's up with that guy?
~They both shrug as we cut back to the announce table~
Smith: Wow, Hood, everyone is on edge tonight…everyone is seemingly looking over their shoulders.
Hood: Well, Smith, the biggest prize in OCW is on the line tonight…and, there are now Seven men in the running for it, Eliminator being one of those seven.
Smith: Yes and he has a VERY good shot at it
Hood: I’d concur
~Triple M is walking down the hall and the OCW camera is glued to him, trying to figure out where he is going. Triple M stops and opens up a door, he turns and pushes the camera back and closes the door. The camera looks up to reveal the name on the door and it reads “DEAN”~
Smith: Triple M has something to say to the boss!
Hood: Interesting…does he want to comeback?
Smith: Maybe, but I think it’s more along the lines of taking out his revenge on Triple P
Hood: Probably so…Flamer’s been quiet, you know
Smith: I gave him a pack of bad matches, he’s been trying to light them for the past half hour
Hood: Gotta love Tommy!
Smith: Speaking of love…I love Original OCW matches and we have one coming up next….a Hazardous Ladder Match!
Hood: Hot Damn! Let’s get down to ringside….boyo!
Cayle Murray (1-0) vs. Silver Cyanide (1-0)
~The camera pans around the ringside area showing ladders in all four corners of the ring and then a ladder between each of those ladders. The isle way is lined with ladders as well. Suddenly the lights in the arena begin flashing blue and white as the muted introduction of Avenged Sevenfold’s “Burn It Down” begin to play over the PA system. The song eventually kicks in with a spectacular burst of pyro at the top of the ramp, and the fans cheer as Cayle Murray appears at the top of the ramp, closely followed by his brother Andy.~
Warrick: The Following contest is a Hazardous Ladder Match for the OCW Light Weight Championship. Making his way down the isle from Aberdeen Scotland. Weighting in at 6ft 215lbs….. accompanied to the ring by his Hall of Fame brother Andy Murray….. CAYLE MURRAY!
~Cayle slaps a few hands on his way down to the ring, before finally slipping in under the bottom rope. Cayle immediately heads for a set of turnbuckles, and hauls himself up to the second rope, before throwing both arms in the air defiantly, which draws even more cheers from the fans. Eventually, Cayle leaps down from the turnbuckle, and prepares himself for the match.~
Smith: Get ready for this one folks it should be a classic.
Hood: Yeah the bout between Andy Murray and Cyanide was good and this one is bound to be even better.
Flamer: The only reason it will be better is because I will be commentating it.
~ The lights go out in the arena and the fans cheer. All of a sudden, we hear the following as a red "POISON" sign appears on the OCWTron...~
BEEP
Voice: If you begin to feel overload, you might begin to feel what we are saying.
BEEP
Voice: If you begin to feel overload, consid--consid--consid--
~The music skips, goes to static, then dies. The image of the poison sign jumps, hops, and freezes, then the screen goes black. All of a sudden, the four ringposts erupt with fire that illuminates the whole arena, and when it dies, laughter is heard over the PA. It's the opening of "Feel Good Inc." by Gorillaz and Silver Cyanide steps out from behind the curtain, illuminated by strobe lights. He makes his way to the ring, strobe lights on either side of the ramp the only lights still on in the arena. When he reaches the ring, a spotlight flicks onto him as he slides in and makes his way to the turnbuckle and points out into the crowd as the flashbulbs go off all around the arena.~
Warrick: And his opponent from Boston Massachusetts. Weighting in at 6ft 220lbs….. former OCW LeightWeight Champion and current Hall of Fame member….. SILVER CYANIDE!
Smith: Both competitors are in the ring and now we are ready to go.
Hood: I can’t wait for the bloodshed.
Flamer: I’m already pulling for Cyanide because he had pyro.
~The Bell Rings. Silver Cyanide and Cayle Murray stand face to face and they start trash talking. Cyanide points outside the ring to one of the many ladders and Cayle Murray turns and slides out of the ring. Silver Cyanide bounces off the ropes and when Murray goes to grab a ladder Cyanide leaps over the top rope and lands a cross body onto Cayle on the outside of the ring. Cyanide gets up and grabs the ladder and slams it hard onto Cayle Murray.
Smith: Silver Cyanide has started this match by out smarting Cayle Murray.
Hood: Yeah but Andy will settle him down and get him focused again.
Flamer: I could hold victories over both of these fools.
Hood: Yes you probably could.
Flamer: Wait.... you're agreeing with me.
Hood: You didn't let me finish. You could hold victories over both of them if the match was judged using someone's gay-o-meter.
Flamer: Very funny Hood.
~Cyanide grabs the ladder and slides it into the ring. He starts to set it up under the belt as Andy Murray helps Cayle up to his feet Cayle sees Cyanide getting ready to step onto the ladder and rolls into the ring and then hits a running drop kick to the side of Cyanide's head knocking him off of the first rung of the ladder. Cayle Murray scales the turnbuckle as Cyanide starts to get to his feet. Cayle jumps from the top rope and hits a missle drop kick to the ladder which falls down and cracks Cyanide in the face.~
Smith: I guess you were right for a change Hood.
Hood: For a change what are you talking about?
Flamer: What was he right about?
Smith: Well everything I guess. You're gayer then Murray and Cyanide and Andy did calm Cayle down.
~Cayle Murray opens the ladder up while it is laying on the ground and rolls Cyanide onto it. Murray grabs the other leg of the ladder and slams it shut. Cayle scales the turnbuckle once again. He looks down at Cyanide who is still sandwiched in the ladder and then leaps off with a leg drop onto the ladder smashing Cyanide again. Cyanide rolls out of the ladder and out of the ring in pain. Cayle sees that Cyanide is out of the ring and sets up the ladder in the middle of the ring right underneath the lightweight title belt.~
Smith: Here we go. Cayle is going to test out this first ladder and see if it is Hazardous or not.
Hood: I hope it is Hazardous… for ladder match this hasn’t been too violent yet.
~Cayle starts to scale the ladder as Cyanide still lays on the outside of the ring in pain. Cayle gets to the 3rd rung of the ladder and it is still looking pretty stable. He looks up at the LW title and takes another step but the rung immediately gives out and Cayle smacks his head on the top of the ladder on his way down.~
Smith: OUCH! Cayle found out the hard way what a Hazardous Ladder match is all about.
Hood: Is he bleeding?
Flamer: I’m bleeding from the ears listening to you.
Hood: Shut the F*ck up. I’ll kick your ass right here Flamer.
~Cyanide gets up on the outside of the ring and grabs another ladder. Andy Murray seeing that Cyanide is up starts pounding on the mat trying to get his brother to get up. Cyanide climbs up on the ring apron and pulls the ladder up and puts it in the ring. Cyanide continues to hold onto the ladder as he climbs to the top turnbuckle. With Cayle still on the mat Cyanide steps off the turnbuckle and onto the ladder and the ladder falls down hard on Cayle Murray. Cyanide gets up quickly and grabs the broken ladder and puts it over his head like a helicopter. Cayle Murray starts to get up and Cyanide spins in circles and nails Murray right between the eyes. Cyanide tosses the broken ladder to the outside and then stumbles around dizzily and falls down.~
Smith: Both men are down!
Hood: You say that like it is some sort of big deal. Cyanide is down because he is dizzy.
Flamer: This would be the best match ever if it was an inferno match.
~Cyanide and Cayle both get to their feet and Cayle’s forehead is covered in blood. As he stands up it starts to run down his face. Cyanide turns around to find Cayle and gets kicked in the gut and a DDT onto the ladder. Cayle sits on the canvas after the DDT and looks at the ladder that is in the ring. He wipes the blood away from his eyes and then gets up off of the Canvas. Cayle grabs the ladder and places the top of the ladder on Cyanides gut. He picks the ladder up and then slams the top back into the midsection of Silver Cyanide.~
Smith: Cayle is taking it to Silver Cyanide right now.
Hood: Yes but Cayle is the one that is bleeding all over the place.
~Cayle drops the ladder and picks Cyanide up off the canvas and whips him to the rope. Cayle puts his head down and Cyanide stops right in front of Cayle, Cyanide grabs Cayle by the head and jumps up and drives Cayle’s face into the mat with an X-Factor. Cyanide then sets up the ladder that is in the ring and starts to climb it. Cayle gets up and starts to climb up the other side as well. Cyanide gets up to the 4th rung of ladder and it hasn’t collapsed. He reaches up for the belt but it is still to far out of reach. He climbs up one more rung and it collapses sending Cayle and Cyanide both to the mat.~
Smith: That was close. Both men were near the top of that ladder and it collapsed.
Hood: Oh the art of the Hazardous ladder match.
Flamer: What would you guys give me if I went and set one of those ladders on fire?
Smith: I wouldn’t give you anything.
Hood: Hopefully Dean would give you a pink slip.
Flamer: Dean loves me.
Smith: Yeah right.
Flamer: If he didn’t I wouldn’t be employed here.
~Cyanide and Cayle both slowly get up. They stand in the ring and look at each other and then look at the six remaining ladders. Then they both dive out of the ring and they both grab a ladder and return to the ring with them. Cayle goes to set up his ladder but Cyanide throws his ladder into Cayles ladder and knocks it back into his face. Cyanide then sets up both ladders underneath the title and starts to climb one. He gets halfway up and looks down at Cayle Murray who is still on the mat. Cyanide looks like he is torn between continuing up the ladder and something else. Cyanide shrugs his shoulders and jumps off the ladder trying for The Overdose but Cyale moves!~
Smith: Cyanide should have continued up the ladder while he had a shot.
Hood: Yeah but once a fool always a fool.
Smith: Cyanide is not a fool… he is cool.
Flamer: You saying that is just plain gay.
Hood: So he is like you then.
~Cayle starts to climb one of the ladders and Cyanide gets up and starts to climb the other. Cayle is a few rungs higher up then Cyanide, when Cyanide’s ladders breaks…. But Cyanide leaps over onto Cayle’s ladder. Cayle is nearly on the top of the ladder when he jumps off and grabs Cyanides head and hits a block buster off of the ladder!~
Smith: OH MY GOD! Cyale just hit “One Step Ahead” off of the ladder.
Hood: Now that was sweet.
Flamer: It would have been-
Hood: Let me guess. It would have been sweeter if he hit it through a flaming table?
Flamer: Damn right it would have.
~Cayle gets up quickly and looks at the downed Silver Cyanide. He looks up at the ladder but climbs the turnbuckle instead. He gets to the top rope and jumps off and nails a 450 splash on Silver Cyanide.~
Smith: Breaking The Ice by Cayle Murray!
Hood: Cyanide is in a whole lot of trouble.
Flamer: I would have to agree with that.
~Andy Murray shouts instructions to Cayle telling him to climb the F’n ladder. Cayle then turns and starts to climb the ladder as Cyanide starts to get up. Cayle is up on the 3rd highest rung when he reaches up for the title. He had it for a second but it got away. Cyanide then grabs Cayle from behind and powerbombs him off the ladder and onto the mat!
Smith: POWERBOMB BY CYANIDE! That could be it.
Hood: Not with Andy at ringside.
~Cyanide gets up and starts to climb the ladder and Andy Murray rolls into the ring. Cyanide stops climbing and looks at Andy, and “Marvelous” By Nine Days plays and Triple M runs down to the ring.~
Smith: IT’S TRIPLE M! HE’S COMING DOWN TO THE RING!
Hood: Why must you scream everything?
Flamer: I only scream when there is fire.
~Murray runs to knock Cyanide off the ladder but Triple M rushes in front of Andy and hits Simply Marvelous (Rock Bottom) on him as Cyanide reaches up and grabs the LW title.~
Warrick: Here is your winner and New OCW Lightweight Champion…. SILVER CYANIDE!!!!!
Smith: Triple M returned to help his “old pal” Silver Cyanide win the Lightweight title.
Hood: That is one half of his prophecy. Now he just needs to kick the crap out of Triple P.
Flamer: I’m guessing Triple P is shaking in his boots about now.
Smith: Not likely
~Zeek Alexander is heading backstage towards the office of the President. He's upset about what happened in the battle royal, and the thought of the masked man that attacked him bothers him even more, and now he's going to take it out on Dean.~
Hood: After what we saw Monday, Zeek is going after Dean again, and this time he could hurt him.
Smith: Get some security back there, don't let this happen, not again.
~Zeek stops in front of the door, smiling sadistically, he barges into the office. Seeing the phone cord going around to the back side of the chair, with it turned away from him, Zeek barges in and turns the chair around, taking a step back. The phone comes out and smacks him directly in the center of the head, as Shadow Stalker comes to full height, grabbing Zeek by the neck. Lifting him up, he slams him down on top of the desk. Shadow pulls him off the desk, and whips him very hard towards the wall, sending him through it to the floor outside, Shadow stepping through the wall after him.~
Hood: Did you see that? Shadow just tossed him through a wall.
Smith: This guy hasn't changed a bit, and neither has his attitude.
~Shadow grabs his hair, dragging him down the hallway towards the the rear exit of the arena. Zeek tries to fight back, getting away, and to his feet, he punches Shadow sqaure in the head, and delivers a kick to stall him, but it seemingly has no effect. Shadow rushes at him, driving him hard to the floor with a running clothesline. Yanking him up off the floor, Shadow sends him face first into a nearby popcorn cart, smashing it to pieces. Again pulling him up, some blood around his face, sends him down the hall and into a steel rollup door. President Dean comes walking into the picture, seeing a fallen and semibloody Zeek laying in a heap on the floor.~
Dean: You think you can just tell me what I'm going to do? Well I will do two things here tonight, eliminate the idiot who likes skinning people, and hire me the sickest bodyguard I could possibly find. Anyone who wants to mess with Dean, will mess with Shadow Stalker. Starting with you Zeek. You had so much potential, but I feel your services in OCW are no longer needed. Shadow don't kill him, but do make him wish he was dead.
Shadow: My pleasure.
~Shadow walks over and hits the up button on the overhead door, watching it cascade upwards. On the otherside of the door is a large black hummerhearse. He flips open the back door, pulling out a large red coffin on the coffin lift, he gets Zeek up, and lifts him over his head, and slams him into the top of the coffin, slamming the lid shut. Locking the coffin lid into place, he pushes the coffin back into the hummerhearse, and closes the back door. Going to the drivers seat, Shadow climbs in, and the hummerhearse drives away. Deano closes the door with a smile on his face.~
Hood: Had I not seen it, I would not have believed it. Dean is not the type that needs protection, but I must say, if I wanted to have someone watching my back, it would be that masked man.
Smith: I agree completely, Shadow Stalker knows how to get the job done, and he now works for Dean.
Smith: Well this is the slot we’ve been told will be used to investigate the deaths of Oratonic, Spectre and Twiztid Z. However, something really weird is going on, and I don’t know what to think of it.. ~The camera shows the entrance ramp. OCW employees, all using safety gloves, are putting what appears to be dry-ice all over the ramp.~
Hood: They’re.. Well.. It looks like they’re freezing the entrance ramp.
Smith: EXACTLY! WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY FREEZING THE ENTRANCE RAMP FOR?! This whole murder investigation is a huge waste of time. Bifford should just turn this over to the police or let Cocco Ricci tell us his DNA test results. Instead, Bifford’s been renting out fancy conference rooms all over the country so that him and his Murder Investigation Team, which is nothing but a bunch of bizarre misfits, can ‘investigation’.. This is a huge waste of time and money.
~Suddenly the screen flashes to the backstage area. Bifford is standing in front of, what appears to be, at least 80% of the locker room. They’re gathered around him in some sort of unofficial meeting.~
Bifford: Listen guys.. This is Sinful Nature VI. Sinful Nature has a long history of excellence. We all remember Slim Shady vs. D Double D for the World Title at the first Sinful Nature.. We all remember The Great One vs. Triple M for the World Title at the second Sinful Nature. We all remember SINFUL NATURE III: THE CELTIC WAR with it’s GODLY main event in The Great One vs. Andy Murray vs. Goldie vs. Titan 3. Those memories are forever in our minds.. Tonight we will make new memories.
~They don’t look very impressed with Bifford’s putting his own PPV over the previous Sinful Natures, but tolerate it.~
Bifford: However, I have a huge announcement to make tonight. Tonight two of OCW’s greatest superstars will return. I’m going out to the ring right now and they’re coming with me. The last time these amazing superstars were seen in OCW was at Sinful Nature III: The Celtic War. They were god-like performers the likes of which this organization has never seen. Once I get down to the ring, you’ll see those amazing superstars and you’ll see the end of this murder investigation and justice delivered. I hope you all enjoy Sinful Nature VI.
~Bifford smiles and waves at the camera~
Bifford: Oh and we’re going to do this entrance BIFFORD-PRESIDENTIAL STYLE! That means African-American Feminist Music.
Eliminator: Dumb ass.. You’re white and a man. Why do you go out to African-American Feminist music?
Bifford: Listen, you dumb ass murderer.. I know what oppression feels like. Plus it has a nice beat to it.. Let’s do this BIFFORD-ERA STYLE~!!!!!!!!!
~Bifford walks away from the superstars.~
Smith: Well.. Considering what we’ve heard Bifford say before, that was a pretty cool pep-talk. Maybe he isn’t the asshole I always thought he was. And plus he’s bringing back two OCW greats. Or so he says..
Hood: I’m excited about African-American Feminist music.
~Fast Car by Tracy Chapman starts playing and the curtain pulls apart. Two mules, both on ice skates, skate out into the arena.. They’re dragging ropes behind them.~
Smith: That stupid mother-fu..
Hood: THE MULES ARE BACK! ICE SKATING MULES! BY GOD! THERE’S ICE SKATING MULES!
Smith: That stupid son of a bitch has the whole locker room thinking that big stars are coming back and it’s just the stupid ice skating mules from his ridiculous Internet Title match.. The concept of the match, for those of you who don’t remember, was for two men to ride mules across the city to a teddy bear. Then the mules had to bite through the teddy bear so that stuffing went flying. Then they got on ice skates in a skating rink and each wrestler rode the ice-skating-mule while holding a fly swatter and tried to hit one another. Bifford is a freaking idiot.
~The mules continue to skate towards the ring. The ropes attached to them are dragging Bifford, Martha Stewart, Martin the Chef, Kenny the College Intern, Earl the Popcorn Salesman and Loser-rr in a giant Santa-like slay. They skate to the ring and stop. The entire Murder-Investigation-Team (MIT) gets out of the slay and walks into the ring. Bifford gets the microphone.~
Bifford: Wasn’t that a freakin’ awesome entrance? ICE SKATING MULES RULE~!
~The crowd boos Bifford.~
Bifford: Alright. Now it’s time for us to decide who the murderer of Oratonic, Twiztid Z and Spectre is.. My pick for murderer is SILVERFREAK!
~The crowd boos Bifford loudly. Bifford hands the microphone over to Martin the Chef.~
Martin The Chef: My pick for murderer is PETE the PORNSTAR PARKER!
~The crowd acts luke-warm towards Martin’s annoucement.. Martin passes the microphone to Martha Stewart.~
Martha Stewart: Listen.. I know you all think he’s innocent.. But I get a bad vibe from Eliminator. Plus he was on the roster both during the Bifford Era and currently.. Therefore I believe Eliminator murdered all these people.
~Martha passes the microphone on to Kenny the College Intern.~
Kenny: Listen.. There’s only one man who has single-handedly stopped us from finding out who the killer is.. That alone points to his guilt. I know he’s going to be angry for me saying this, but it’s painfully obvious to me that THE BIG BIFFORD is a FREAKING MURDERER!
~The crowd cheers Kenny loudly and Bifford grabs the microphone from him. Bifford gives Kenny a dirty look and hands the microphone to Earl the Popcorn Salesman.~
Earl: Manno, you know my English ain’t great.. I think it’s gotta be Triple P.
~The crowd boos at the mention of Triple P’s name in this investigation. Earl passes the microphone to the final MIT member, Loser-rr.~
Loser-rr: Listen.. I might just be a loser who spells my name with three Rs.. But hey, I know it’s gotta be either Mark Maniac Kelley, Mikael, Rob Torborg, Scott Syren, Hunter McKay, Hades or Zeus..
~Bifford steals the microphone away from Loser-rr.~
Bifford: You dumbass.. You just named about everyone on the freakin’ roster. Listen, we’re..
~Bifford is interrupted by some sweet Reggae music and Cocco Ricci comes running out on stage, microphone in hand.~
Smith: YES YES YES! Maybe now we’ll find out the real murderer’s identity!
~Bifford looks pissed off~
Cocco Ricci: ONE OF YOU IS RIGHT! One of you named the murderer! I read the results last night, and one of you was bright enough to see who was behind this from the very beginning.. Damn, it was hard to get in here, but I’ve got to tell you that the one who killed these. . .
~The lights go out.~
Cocco Ricci: What the.. OH MY GOD!
~The microphone hits the ground to a loud noise. The crowd starts chanting “BULL SHIT!” over and over again. About two minutes later the lights come back on and everyone is still in the ring. However, at the top of the ramp Cocco Ricci is laying with a dagger right in his chest, dead.~
Bifford: Oh my god.. The murderer strikes again! Cocco Ricci is dead!
~Bifford breathes hard into the microphone.~
Bifford: Listen, I’m kinda freaked out.. This has gone too far. This is out of my league.. I’m bringing in a true professional.
Smith: FINALLY! God, Bifford finally got some sense..
Bifford: Starting at the next Massacre.. The Investigator of these murders will be THE TOOTHFAIRY!
Hood: WOOO! Toothfairy is coming back!
Smith: HE’S NOT A FUCKING POLICE OFFICER! WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!? A FORMER WRESTLER WHO WE’RE NOT EVEN SURE IS HUMAN IS GOING TO DO THIS!? GOD, BIFFORD IS SUCH AN ASSHOLE. HE’S A STUPID DUMB ASS AND I HATE HIM.
~Have A Cigar, by Pink Floyd which is Toothfairy’s theme starts playing as Bifford and his crew, along with the ice skating mules, make their way to the back.~
Hood: Woohoo! Toothfairy is coming back! Bifford is a genius!
Flamer: Toothfairy’s a stupid fairy.
Smith: And this investigation should belong to the police.. Well, let’s go backstage while OCW officials take away the corpse of Cocco Ricci and remove the ice from the ramp
~The camera switches to a view of Triple P's dressing room. He is stretching and looking very intense, as usual~
Smith: Looks the Perfect One means business tonight!
Flamer: Yeah, his mom's business. Zing!
~Triple P finishes up his stretching and goes to put on his wrestling boots. He steps into a boot and we wear a little "splash" noise as yellow liquid pours out over the top of the boot.
Triple P: Oh man...
~Neither amused nor terribly upset, Triple P picks up his boots and exits the dressing room to find a sink in which to wash them out. Going around a corner, he almost bumps into TC Larcen~
TC Larcen: Woah man, watch it!
Triple P: Sorry. Have you seen a sink, I need to wash these boots out...
TC Larcen: Wash your boots out?
~Triple P rolls his eyes and holds the boots up to Larcen's nose~
TC Larcen: What the fuck man!
Triple P: SOMEBODY urinated in them. Gee, I wonder who it could have been.
~Larcen takes the boots from Triple P~
TC Larcen: Hey man, you have an important match goin' on tonight. Let me clean these up for you.
Triple P: Really? Well, ok... thanks man.
~Without warning, TC Larcen dumps the piss out of the boot and onto Triple P's head. Then he swings the boot like a baseball bat across Triple P's face. Triple P staggers back into the wall. Suddenly, Larcen rips off his shirt: there is a BUFF T-Shirt underneath! Suddenly, Dilon Draven, Logan Caine and Rob Torborg run around the corner and begin to stomp on Triple P mercilessly~
Smith: What the heck!?
Hood: Ha! Ha! Ha! That's what he gets for... uh, I dunno, for not being as cool as these fuckers!
Smith: This is horrible! The man has to fight in one of the biggest matches of his life tonight!
~And then Scott Syren appears. He is laughing and holding Scoot Time above his head, gorilla-press slam style. He throws Scoot Time at Triple P. Draven, Caine, Torborg and Larcen all continue slapping and kicking Triple P. Syren gives TC Larcen a high-five and then pulls out his dick. The other BUFF members back away from Triple P, they know that he is about to get a shower. But Syren doesn't piss! Instead, he begins stroking his meat—slowly at first, then more rapidly~
Smith: What in God's name is going on? It's bad enough that these miscreants had to attack Triple P, but THIS... this is just absolutely sick!
Hood: This is awesome! A return to the days of "WHACK OFF" Scott Syren!
~Syren continues cranking it. Caine is laughing hysterically. Scoot Time is dancing around in circles, sticking his tongue out and wiggling his ears at Triple P. Draven is trying to stop Scoot Time from dancing. Torborg and Larcen are having a friendly pose-down with their massive muscles. Thankfully, a horde of security guards rushes in and chases BUFF away before Syren can blow his load on the defenseless Triple P~
Smith: I don't even know what to say. I'm appalled.
Hood: And BUFF's numbers increase by one with the addition of the promising rookie, TC Larcen!
Flamer: Huh, yeah, I have your mom's number, Hood. Fag
~Suddenly "Big Balls" by Muscadine hits the PA system as the Sinful Nature crowd goes nuts. The phrase, "got freak?" can be seen on the OCW-a-tron as Silverfreak makes his way down the ramp and into the ring. Silverfreak is still dressed in his street clothes. His left hand is in a cast, while his right hand is holding an OCW microphone. As Mini Freak runs along beside him, trying to keep up, Silverfreak slides into the ring and then takes a look at the crowd. Everybody is on their feet and chanting, "Freak! Freak! Freak!". Now in the middle of the ring with Mini Freak, Silverfreak takes a look down at the cast on his hand and begins to speak.~
Silverfreak: You know what I did after Massacre this week? I was rushed to the emergency room, waited for a few hours then I had this thing strapped onto my hand. The doctors gave me a few pills for the pain, and then sent me on my way.
Smith: That was from that brutal attack that he suffered at the hands of BUFF! Those dirty, rotten bastard!
Hood: How is he suppose to wrestle tonight with that thing on his hand?
Silverfreak: I have some good news and some bad news to share with everybody in that locker room and everybody out here in the arena tonight. The good news is that I have three broken fingers.
~The crowd begins to boo loudly and a few drunk guys in the front row start a "BUFF BLOWS!" chant.~
Smith: If that is the good news, what could the bad news be?
Silverfreak: The bad news is... I am not medically cleared to wrestle here tonight at Sinful Nature IV. The doctors told me to stay as far away from the wrestling ring as I could. They said it was too dangerous for me to wrestle here tonight.
Smith: Unbelievable! We can't have a pay-per-view without Silverfreak! What will happen to his spot in the tournament?
Hood: What else is he suppose to do? He can't exactly go back on a doctor's orders. Plus, President Dean would never let him wrestle unless he was one hundred percent!
~Silverfreak looks down again at his cast, he raises his and up and begins to walk around the ring.~
Silverfreak: Deano, I need you to come out here right now. If I'm going to do this, I want to do it right.
Smith: What will President Dean have to say?
~President Dean walks out and stops at the entrance ramp. With mic in hand, he nods at Silverfreak to continue.~
Silverfreak: Now Deano, we have known each other way too long. You know I am not the kind of person who likes to disappoint the fans or the OCW.
~President Dean nods his head again.~
Silverfreak: So there is only one option left on the table...
~With a painful look across his face, Silverfreak rips the cast off of his own hand and tosses it out to the crowd.~
Silverfreak: Deano, I need you to tell me I can still wrestle tonight! Hand or no hand, I am here for one reason and one reason only. I'm walking out of Sinful Nature IV with a title around my freaky waist. Hand or no hand, I am going to give these people a show that they soon will not forget!
President Dean: You got it, sucka!
Hood: What?! I've heard of a one legged man in an ass kicking contest but never a one handed man!
Smith: Damn it, Silverfreak wants to give these people a show!
~As President Dean heads back to the backstage area, Silverfreak grabs one of the camera men standing on the side of the ring. He pulls him into the ring, and sticks the camera right into his own face. The only thing we can see now is Silverfreak's face. He is breathing oddly and has a psychotic grin across his face.~
Silverfreak: Scotty Syren, don't think I forgot about you either. You opened up a box you are not going to be able to shut alone. I will find you, and I will make you hurt. You shoved your knife into my back, now it is time for me to return the favor. Maybe not tonight, maybe not tomorrow... but soon Syren....soon.
~We cut back to a wide shot of the ring, as Silverfreak hits the camera man with the Sideshow Strangala. He then reaches into his pocket, pops a few pain medication pills. As "Big Balls" hits the PA system once again, Silverfreak rolls back out of the ring and heads to the back. The camera cuts to a shot of the ring.~
Hood: Silverfreak is an idiot! He shouldn't even be wrestling here tonight!
Smith: The man has heart, Hood.
Hood: Hopefully he has an ass load of those pain medication pills as well. After tonight, he might be needing them!
Smith: Well, folks, it’s time for our second Top Ten match of the evening for the OCW Hardcore Title!! This should be awesome! Down to ringside we go!
Warrick: The following is a triple threat hardcore elimination match! It is over the World Hardcore Championship of OCW! The belt was worn last by Mark Kelley in February of 2004! It has been worn by greats like Silverfreak, Triple M, Tah Murdah, Scorpion and Tommy Crimson! This match will decide the new Champion. Introducing first.. Hailing from Los Angeles California, weighing in at 125lbs. She is the undefeated Annie Alvarez~!
~"Girl all the Bad Guys Want" by Bowling for Soup begins to play and Annie comes out. She raises her arm to the crowd, which garners a good reaction especially from the 16-30 male demographic which loves her. She walks down to the ring and gets in as Warrick begins to speak again~
Warrick: Introducing next, from Miami Florida, weighing in at 228lbs., please welcome Rob TORBORG~!
~Personal Jesus starts playing and Torborg makes his way out from the back. He is greeted by some serious boos from this crowd as he makes his way down to the ring.~
Warrick: And finally, the last challenger.. He weighs in at 284lbs., and hails from Nashville.. Please welcome former OCW Intercontinental Champion: Eliminator!!!
~Shoot You in the Back by Motorhead starts playing and Eliminator makes his way towards the ring. The crowd boos as he slides into the ring and immediately makes a run for Torborg. He clotheslines Torborg over the top rope to the outside and Torborg hits the ground hard. Eliminator looks seriously angry as he turns to look at Annie, who looks a bit afraid.~
Annie Alvarez (4-0) vs. Rob Torborg (2-3) vs. Eliminator (3-1)
Smith: My God! Torborg was just sent flying! Eliminator is on fire! Eliminator is going to kick some ass!
Hood: Listen, haven’t you figured it out yet that whoever starts out the match winning ends up losing in the end?
Flamer: I always start, wrestle, and finish on top.
Hood: Shut up Flamer.. 80% of your matches end with you looking at the arena ceiling.
~Eliminator charges at Annie, who leap-frogs over the running man. Eliminator, believe-it-or-not, is not able to stop himself and is sent by his own momentum flying in between the middle and top ropes to the outside of the ring. Annie is left standing in the ring by herself. She poses for the crowd.~
Smith: Well.. We’re having a pose-down in the middle of a hardcore match.
~Torborg slides into the ring with a steel chair in hand and runs up behind Annie. He swings the chair, but Annie ducks and Torborg hits nothing but air. She stands back up and nails a superkick, which connects with the chair, which in turn connects with Rob’s head. Rob drops the chair and takes a step backwards, not falling but not looking to conscious. Annie, looking a bit unsure, picks up the chair and nails a hard chair shot to the head of Torborg. He goes down, as so she makes the cover~
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Smith: Torborg is already taking a lot of damage in this one..
~Annie gets back to her feet and grabs the chair. She lays it over the face of Torborg and then stomps it. Torborg shakes under the chair, and so Annie stats stomping again and again onto the chair. She is stopped, however, by Eliminator who slides into the ring and slams (what appears to be) a lead pipe into her stomach. Annie bends over, groaning loudly in pain. Eliminator nails a lead-pipe shot to her lower back. She goes down to her knees, bent over. Eliminator laughs at her and drops the pipe. He grabs her and picks her up for a powerbomb. He walks over and powerbombs her ONTO THE CHAIR that is ON TORBORG’S FACE! He then pulls Annie off of Torborg and makes the cover on her~
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Hood: Holy shit! Even the referee looks surprised that Annie didn’t get eliminated.
Flamer: Hahaha.. Eliminator can’t eliminate a girl.
~Eliminator pulls Annie to her feet. He lifts her up for a vertical suplex, but holds her in the air. He walks to the ropes and drops her body over the top rope to the ground bellow. Annie hits the ground with a sickening thud. She just lays there motionless and Eliminator looks down at her. He grabs hold of the top rope, looking like he’s going to slingshot himself out at her, but he’s in in the back from behind with a chair from Torborg. Eliminator turns around, seemingly no phased by the chair shot. Torborg swings again and nails Eliminator right between the eyes. Eliminator, again not looking too hurt, grabs the chair and pulls it away from Torborg. He lays Torborg out with a hard chair shot. He drops the chair to the ground and walks over and grabs his lead pipe. He heads up to the top rope, pipe in hand, and then comes sailing off. He lands with the pipe right against Torborg’s throat. He makes the cover, with Torborg’s legs hooked~
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Smith: My god! Torborg has had to deal with a lot of punishment, but he isn’t giving up yet!
Hood: TORBORG~! certainly has the fighting spirit.
~Eliminator gets up, looking a bit frustrated. He looks to the outside of the ring and Annie is using the barricade separating the crowd from the ring to pull herself up. Eliminator quickly slides out of the ring and comes up behind Annie. He nails her in the back, hard, with the lead pipe. She goes down quickly. Eliminator grabs her and locks in a sleeper hold, pushing the pipe against her throat. She flails her arms around and grabs the barricade, but has no way of helping herself. Just then, Rob Torborg, comes sailing over the top rope and nails a slingshot clothesline on Eliminator who goes down. Torborg grabs Annie and nails his wrist-clutch exploder slam The World’s Greatest Move on the outside floor. He makes the cover~
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Smith: MY GOD! ANNIE JUST KICKED OUT OF TORBORG’S FINISHER!
Hood: Annie cannot be stopped! That’s why she’s undefeated.
~Torborg looks around, amazed at Annie kicking out. Eliminator has got to his feet though and walks over and nails Torborg with a hard boot to the side of the head. Torborg goes out. Eliminator grabs Annie and picks her up onto his shoulder. He nails her with a hard spinebuster onto the cold concrete floor, which is only covered by a thin mat. Eliminator then walks over to the time-keepers table and grabs the bell. He walks over to Annie and slams the bell into her midsection. She rolls onto her side, clutching her stomach and Eliminator nails a hard bell-shot to her side. She rolls onto her back and Eliminator nails another hard bell-shot, this time to her kidneys. He rolls Annie over and nails a knee to her stomach, and then pins her~
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~The pin attempt is stopped by Torborg who nails Eliminator in the side of the head with his lead pipe. Eliminator goes down and Torborg is the only one left standing. He raises his hands to the crowd, who boo him. Torborg then searches around under the ring and pulls out a table. He sets it up outside the ring.~
Smith: My god! What is Torborg going to do with that table!?
~Torborg, looking like he’s in complete control of this match now, grabs Annie and sets her up for a powerbomb. However, his plan backfires on him as Annie nails him with a low-blow! Torborg bends down in pain as Annie, painfully, stands erect. She shoves Torborg’s face between her legs and double-underhooks his arms. She jumps up and nails her version of the pedigree known as Kiss The Mat. She makes the cover~
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Smith: MY GOD! TORBORG HAS JUST KICKED OUT OF KISS THE MAT! THAT WAS ANNIE’S FINISHER! ANNIE PULLED OUT ALL THE STOPS AND IT WASN’T ENOUGH TO DESTROY TORBORG!
Hood: Torborg and Annie are both unstoppable. They’ve both kicked out of each other’s finishers.
~Annie gets to her feet, looking down at Torborg. She checks around for Eliminator and doesn’t see him. She slides into the ring, feeling she’ll be safer there as she won’t be getting hit with spinebusters onto concrete. She lays in the ring, catching her breath and then climbs to her feet. She sees Eliminator, setting up a second table on the other side of the ring. Look exhausted, she drags some more life out of herself and runs to the ropes. She jumps up and springboards off the top rope. She sails towards Eliminator and nails a springboard dropkick to his face. Eliminator goes down hard. Annie makes the cover~
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Smith: MY GOD! Eliminator is indestructible too.
~Annie gets to her feet and pulls Eliminator up. She tries to pick him up for a vertical suplex, but can’t. So she slams his face into the steel barricade. She then slides him onto the table and climbs up onto the ring apron. She then climbs up to the top rope and comes sailing off, nailing a top rope leg drop to the outside onto Eliminator through a table~! Eliminator looks pretty bad as Annie makes the cover~
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Smith: Holy shit! Annie just can’t get the job done tonight!
Hood: Kinda like Flamer in bed.. Just can’t get the job done.
Flamer: Yeah.. Well.. The Jerk Store called and they’re all out of you.
~Annie gets to her feet first, but is quickly taken down by a lead pipe shot to the back of the head by Torborg, who made his way over here. Torborg, looking down at Annie and Eliminator’s bodies beneath him, raises his arms to the crowd to gloat over him being the only one standing.~
Smith: Gloating isn’t going to get you the Hardcore title.
~Torborg then picks up Annie’s carcass and slams her head into the steel ring-post. He then grabs her and sets her up for her own finisher, Kiss the Mat. He double-underhooks her arms and then jumps, nailing her with her own version of the pedigree. He rolls her over and makes the cover~
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~Eliminator slams a piece of broken table against the back of Torborg’s head. He picks Torborg up and hits him with a powerslam. Eliminator looks down at Torborg, and then Annie. He decides to go with Annie and makes the cover, hooking her leg~
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Hood: My god! Nobody wants to lose this match! This is a huge match!
~Eliminator gets up and turns around, where he is greeted by a boot to the stomach. Torborg grabs Eliminator and nails a DDT to the ground. Torborg, deciding a safer bet is to go after Annie, slides her into the ring. He grabs a steel chair and slides after her. He tosses the chair onto the ring mat and picks up Annie. He lifts her onto his shoulder, and climbs up onto the second turnbuckle. Torborg comes sailing off the second turnbuckle and nails a SPINEBUSTER from the SECOND ROPE onto A STEEL CHAIR on Annie. He makes the cover, hooking both of Annie’s legs~
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Warrick: Annie Alvarez has been eliminated by Rob Torborg!
~The fans boo Torborg as he rolls off of Annie.~
Smith: MY GOD! THE UNDEFEATED STREAK? It’s OVER! Annie has been pinned! She’s been pinned by Rob Torborg! TORBORG HAS DONE IT!
Hood: Torborg, picking up an impressive win. He’s just come off two big losses to Hunter McKay and to Silverfreak.. Now, let’s see if Torborg can pull off another impressive win and take home the Hardcore Title.
Flamer: I was a hardcore champion, you know? I kicked Fenix and Homeboy’s asses to become Champ. This guy just has to beat a girl and some angry mumbling idiot.
Smith: Better not say that too loud Flamer, or we might have Eliminator come over here and kill you and force Jones to come out.
~Torborg grabs Annie and throws her over the top rope. She goes sailing and hits the ground hard. He laughs and gestures brushing his hands off, so as to clean off dirt. Eliminator slides into the ring and he and Torborg look at each other. They walk to the center of the ring and lock up. Eliminator takes control with his strength advantage and backs Torborg into the corner. He nails a hard chop across Torborg’s chest. Torborg, using his brains, sticks his thumb into Eliminator’s eye. Eliminator holds his eye and Torborg sends his foot up into Eliminator’s face, nailing him with a superkick. Eliminator doesn’t go down, so Torborg gets up onto the second rope. He jumps off and nails a dropkick to Eliminator’s chest. Eliminator finally goes down. Torborg grabs the chair he used earlier on Annie and climbs to the top rope. He waits as Eliminator slowly gets to his feet. When Eliminator finally does, and turns around, Torborg sails off the top rope swinging the chair as he goes. He connects with Eliminator with the chair hard, and Eliminator goes down. Torborg makes the cover to get~
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~Broken by HUNTER MCKAY! Hunter McKay lifts Torborg to his feet and kicks him in the stomach. He nails Torborg with his version of the pedigree, ironically called The Pedigree!!! Hunter McKay slides out of the ring and runs backstage. ~
Smith: My god! Hunter McKay just screwed Rob Torborg! McKay must want to fight Torborg again!
~Eliminator crawls over to Torborg and makes the cover~
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Hood: Torborg can kick out of ANYTHING! He’s an animal! He’s an animal!
~Eliminator gets to his feet and signals that the match is over. He stands behind Torborg and waits for him to get up. Once Torborg is on his feet, Eliminator spins him around and nails a boot to the stomach. He double underhooks Torborg’s arms and nails him with TOTAL ELIMINATOR, his Double Arm DDT!~
Smith: Woah! There’s Eliminator’s finisher! The Total Eliminator! Shades of The Big Bifford seen in that move!
~Eliminator makes the cover, hooking Torborg’s leg~
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~The lights go out.. And thus counting stops. The lights come back on and Scott Heinz is nailing Eliminator with punches. He lifts him up onto his shoulders and sends him down with an F-5 into a Face Plant he likes to call PROMISES UNKEPT! Scott Heinz rolls out of the ring, leaving Eliminator down.~
Smith: MY GOD! Scott Heinz just made a huge impact on his debut! He just laid out Eliminator! He’s cost Eliminator the match! Torborg is going to win the Hardcore Title!
~Rob Torborg crawls over and lays on top of Eliminator. The referee makes the count~
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Smith: ELIMINATOR! IT’S ALIVE! HE’S ALIVE!
Hood: You need to start taking some pills to calm yourself down a bit, Smith..
~Torborg gets to his feet, looking completely exhausted. He grabs the steel chair and starts walking towards Eliminator. However, Eliminator gets up and Torborg can’t see him because he’s holding the chair so close to his head. Eliminator sends Torborg to the canvas with a drop-toe-hold and Torborg’s face connects with the chair. Eliminator slides out of the ring and grabs a BARBED WIRE-WRAPPED WOODEN CHAIR! He slides into the ring and lays the wooden chair on the ground. He picks up Torborg and lifts him up, powerbombing him onto the wooden-barb-wire-wrapped-chair. He then picks him up, double-underhooks his arms, and for a second time in the match nails Total Elimination his double arm DDT, but this time, Torborg’s face connects with the wooden-barb-wire-wrapped chair. Eliminator rolls Torborg over, blood covering Torborg’s face. He makes the cover~
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Warrick: Here is your winner and NEW OCW WORLD HARDCORE CHAMPION…ELIMINATOR!!!!!
Hood: Big win there for Eliminator. He’s hardcore.
Smith: God! Look at the ring! It looks like a car wreck! Torborg needs medical help. I’m told that Annie is already receiving medical help in the back. There’s been a huge toll on these wrestlers’ bodies.
Hood: They are laying it all on the line, Smith….and I for one love it!
Smith: Indeed!
~OCW Cameras shift to the back hallways right outside the locker room of "Alabastor" Sean Clarks. A small crowd of the OCW Staff has gathered outside the door. The sound of wood breaking and equipment being smashed is heard and suddenly a bloody body comes flying through the door. Clarks' broken body lies on the ground, apparently out cold. The staff members scream and flee at the sight of the attacker. OCW former undefeated United States Champion, Night Stalker, fills the doorway with his monstrous body, a sick grin plastered on his face.~
Night Stalker: Look at how pathetic you are brother! It's no wonder you lost to such weaklings as Annie Alvarez. Well, don't worry little brother. You're training is not yet over. In fact, the most important lesson lies just ahead. I will make a fighter out of you yet, little brother.
~The behemoth turns his now stern face towards the camera to send a message to all of OCW, the Staff, the Fans, and most of all, the competition.~
Night Stalker: Let it be known, with the new Era of Online Championship Wrestling upon us, so too comes a new Era of Darkness and Destruction! The Night Stalker has returned, and Hell comes with me!
~Night Stalker laughs maniacally has he lifts the limp body of his younger brother over his shoulder and marches downt the hall. The blood that trickles from the body of Sean Clarks leaves a trail all the way to the parting lot. We go back to ringside~
Smith: Strange…
Hood: Very, I thought brothers got along
Smith: I thought brothers were supposed to hug
Hood: Good movie
Smith: Indeed!
~The lights dim and Godsmack’s “I Stand Alone” blares over the loudspeakers, much to the delight of the fans. As expected, the returning Top Dog makes his way through the curtain. Just like Monday night, he is carrying his trusty baseball bat and looks ready to fight as his ring attire is on. In his other hand, Top Dog holds a microphone. He begins to walk down the aisle and stops to slap the hands of fans reaching their arms out. After a few moments, he slides into the ring and signals a cut of his music.~
Top Dog: Now, I promised you all at Massacre that I would be coming to Sinful Nature IV, and does Top Dog EVER disappoint? Hell no. I got here early, walked my ass into Dean’s little office in the back, and demand a spot on the show. He agreed, and I stand in front of you all here to issue a challenge. An open challenge. Yes, the “Rookie Killer” is out here to call out anyone from the back. I don’t care if you were in the opening match, if you will be in the main event, or if you’re the concession guy in section 143. Somebody better get there ass down here soon, because if I stand out here any longer and continue to talk, everyone’s gonna think I’m Geraldo Rivera.
~He drops the microphone to the ground and turns his attention to the curtain. The fans are behind TD by chanting the familiar phrase: “Let’s go Top Dog! Let’s go Top Dog!” He seemingly ignores the chants, and is all business on who will be heading through the curtain.~
Hood: What a waste of air time this is! We have a schedule to maintain, and I don’t think Dean will allow this.
Smith: Top Dog already said that Dean has given Top Dog the go-ahead to issue an open challenge tonight. The list of possible challengers is endless.
~ “Cocky” by Kid Rock begins to play as the fans stand and boo since they know who is coming. None other than OCW superstar Lurr emerges out from the curtain. He has a smirk on his face and is carrying an opened Miller Lite in his left hand. His right hand holds a microphone. Lurr waits for the audiences boos to die down a bit before beginning to speak.~
Smith: Ladies and gentleman, from seemingly out of nowhere, LURRR has come out to accept Top Dog’s challenge! This will be a match for the ages!
Hood: Shut your mouth, it sounds like the ?Legend? Lurr is about to speak!
Lurrr: Top Dog, I sat in my chair on Monday, drinking my beer, and laughing to myself. I remember you back when you yourself were just a rookie in OCW. Yeah, you captured the TV Title. You went on and became the “Rookie Killer”. And somehow, someway, you managed to capture the World Championship, a title I held FIRST! Now you come out on Monday and disgrace the title by saying it should be rightfully yours? I take exception to that, and am here tonight to shut your mouth up. You call yourself a Rookie Killer? Let’s see how you do against the complete opposite, an OCW Hall of Famer.
~Lurrr drops the microphone and slides into the ring, their eyes locking on one another. He takes one last sip of his beer and throws the can out of the ring.~
Warrick: Ladies and Gentlemen, introducing, from Miami, Florida, standing 6’5” and weighing in at 260 lbs, .Lurrr!!!!! And his opponent, from Detroit, Michigan, standing 6’6” and weighing in at 285 lbs,.Top Dog!!! And I just received word from President Dean that this match will be a FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE match!
~The bell rings and Lurr looks across the ring at Top Dog who looks ready to whoop some ass. He charges at Top Dog, but TD ducks and Lurr misses with his attempt to hit TD with the first shot. Lurr then turns around and Top Dog kicks Lurr in the gut. Top Dog then grabs the neck of Lurr and drops him with a swinging neck breaker~
Smith: After what we’ve seen tonight, will this “Rookie Killer vs. HOF” match live up to everything?
Hood: Yes Smith! There is always room for a hall of famer like Lurr! And with the added bonus of falls count anywhere, this one’s gonna be bloody!
Smith: Let me just remind our fans out there that falls will count ANYWHERE in the building! This would could end up a few blocks away from here if they wanted to take it there!
Hood: Yeah, I think Warrick beat ya to saying it's falls count anywhere. It kind of explains it's self.
~The bell rings and Lurr and TD lock up in the middle of the ring. TD goes for a hammer lock but Lurr reverses it, and then whips TD into the ropes, taking his head off with a clothesline. TD sweeps Lurr's legs from under him, and hits him with a leg drop. Both men get back to their feet and lock up, this time TD whips Lurr into the ropes, and as he comes flying back, is hit him with a neckbreaker. As Lurr rolls to the outside to get away, TD gets to his feet throwing up his arms as if he was saying "where you going?!"~
Hood: Lurr is already going to the outside!
Smith: Yeah, TD won't let him catch his breath though, Dog's going to take it to him till the very end.
Hood: Maybe this is apart of Lurr’s plan?
Smith: What plan?!
~TD goes to the outside and is met with a fist to the face by Lurr. The two men begin to brawl toe to toe on the outside, TD side steps one of Lurr's blows and then meets him with a hard shot, knocking Lurr to the ground. TDs goes under the ring and starts tossing out trash cans, tables, stop signs, and other assorted weapons as Lurr makes his way back to his feet. TD picks up a stop sign and lays it over Lurr’s head as he climbs back in the ring, and up to the top rope.~
Hood: YES YES!
Smith: NO! NO!
~TD hits a big splash onto the stop sign, crushing Lurr's head underneath. TD then tosses off the stop sign and pulls Lurr up by the hair, and takes him back down with a short armed clothesline. TD goes for the pin.~
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Hood: TD goes for the early pin, but just couldn't get the job done yet!
Smith: Yeah, Lurr is a former World Champion, too, ya know?
~The two men start fighting up the enterance ramp, trading blows. Lurr, gushing blood from his head, catches TD with a suplex onto the metal entrance ramp and goes for the count...~
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Hood: Good lord that looked like it hurt!
Smith: No doubts that it did, as TD looks as if that kickout took a lot out of him. We have yet to see either of these men take it to the extreme just yet though.
~The two men are now fighting at the top of the ramp, and then go through the curtain and into the backstage area. We see several OCW crew and wrestlers back off and watch, as these two trade sucker punches to the face. Finally Lurr ducks, and powerslams TD into the cold hard cement floor. As TD shows that he's in pain, Lurr takes a wrench that's laying on a nearby table and starts beating TD over the head with it over, and over and over again!~
Hood: I see blood! I see blood!
Smith: Yeah, it apears that Lurr hasn?t forgot that he was just busted up! He's giving it hardcore style to TD right across the head!
~Lurr tosses the wrench to the side, and then whips TD into a locker room door. There we see they are in Macsta’s dressing room! The two men begin to fight, as Lurr picks up and end table and tosses it at TD. TD ducks, and the table shatters across the wall. TD picks up a lamp, as we see Macsta coming out of the shower with nothing on but a towel around his waist. As TD swings the lamp, Lurr ducks, and Macsta takes the blow to the head! The lamp shatters, as Macsta is knocked out cold.~
Smith: You killed Macsta!!
Hood: You bastard!
Smith: Well, I guess Macsta got more pay-per-view time afterall. Terrific.
~The two men take the fight back into the hallway, as TD picks up a 2x4 and breaks it over the back of Lurr. Lurr is brought to his knees in pain, but then out of neccessity, he low blows TD in the little puppies! Lurr gets back up and grabs TD by the hair, and drags him down the hallway and into the garage area. As the camera quickly catches up to them, we see TD being tossed across the hood of a car.~
Hood: I hope they don't find where my car is!
Smith: Yeah, fights like this never are pretty, and neither is your Pinto. At all costs, lets keep the Pinto off the pay-per-view!
Hood: Shut up! My car is cool damn it.
~TD whips Lurr's head through the windshield of a Chevy pick up truck! As the glass shatters, we see TD going for the pin.~
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Smith: Poor Lurr! His head may never be the same again!
Hood: What are you talking about?! This guy was already a nut case and a drunk.
Smith: Indeed.
~TD chases Lurr out of the garage, and to the outside of the arena as we see hundereds of fans spill out of the building and out onto the street! The two man battle, as TD whips Lurr into a production truck, and then hits him with a sitdown piledriver! Lurr is knocked out cold! TD then looks around, and finally points up at the top of the 10 foot tall production truck as the fans go wild.~
Smith: Don't tell me he's going to..
Hood: He couldn't!
~TD begins to climb up to the top of the production truck as Lurr is still out cold. When he finally reaches the top, he looks down at Lurr, and then out at the crowd.~
Smith: I can't watch!
Hood: I CAN! Do it! Do it!
~TD leaps off of the production truck, and hits Lurr with a splash, and quickly gets back to his feet. Top Dog grabs Lurr by the throat and throws his massive hand around his neck. He picks up Lurr and drops him hard onto the concrete with his version of the one-handed chokeslam, appropriately called “The End”. Top Dog makes the cover~
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Warrick: and your winner, TOP DOG!!!!!!!!
~As EMT crews come running out to check on Lurr’s condition, the ref raises the hand of TD, as he nods his head. The crowd from inside and outside the arena goes nuts. He looks into the camera, with blood pouring down his face, and quickly walks off. We go back to ringside~
Smith: Top Dog returns with impact! Pinning the 3 Time OCW World Champion and Hall of Famer, Lurrr!
Hood: Intense match and a nice bonus for the fans
Smith: Indeed and Top Dog appears better than ever
Hood: Yup
Smith: Well, Hood…we have four men left in the Final 10…Pete Parker, Scott Syren, Silverfreak and Triple P…two of these four men will compete for the World Title and the other two are up next for the IC Title!
Hood: Hot damn! I can’t wait!
Warrick: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is over the OCW Intercontinental Championship. Last held by House of Pain, the Intercontinental Championship has been held by such legends as El Linchador, Triple M, Andy Murray, KANNON~!, Everlast, Lurrr, and Scott Syren. Introducing first, weighing in at 220lbs., and hailing from Hollywood California.. Please welcome PETE the PORNSTAR PARKER!
~Lights go out, as Candyass by Orgy starts up in the arena, as The Pornstar Pete Parker comes out from the back. He stops at the top of the stage, admiring the chants of horny women, the signs that say Screw Me Pete, and all the while looking for a lady to take home. After the short survey, Pete makes his way to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope~
Warrick: And his opponent.. From Truth or Consequences, New Mexico weighing in at 234lbs., please welcome former OCW World Heavyweight Champion.. Silverfreak!!!
~"Big Balls" by Muscadine begins to play and Silverfreak makes his way out to the ring. The fans chant his name and bow before him. They scream so loud that you can barely make out his theme song. He bows several times on his way to the ring, showing his appreciation for this welcome which is much more than he usually gets. He climbs into the ring and smiles across it at Parker.~
Pete Parker (3-0) vs. Silver freak (3-0)
Smith: Quite the welcome for OCW legend Silverfreak.
Hood: The reaction for his entrance really over shadowed the reaction for Parker’s..
Flamer: When I used to come to the ring, the arena would BLOW UP and everyone would be dead.
Smith: No. They just felt dead after watching you wrestle.
~The bell rings and Parker and Freak start circling around one another. The fans start chanting “Silverfreak” and Freak turns to smile at them. When his back is to Parker, Pete immediately takes advantage and attacks Freak from behind. He nails a hard forearm shot to the back of Freak’s head. Freak goes down to one knee where Parker nails him with an elbow to the back of the head. Freak goes down to both knees and Parker nails a forearm to the back of Freak’s neck. Freak turns around and fights back with some shots to Parker’s midsection. Parker grabs freak and drags him to his feet and irish whips him across the ring. Freak hits the ropes and runs back at Parker. Parker leans down to try and backdrop Freak, but Freak stops and nails a boot to Parker’s face. Pete stands up straight and swings at Freak, seemingly not phased by the kick, but Freak ducks under his punch. Freak fires back a punch of his own, but Parker ducks under it. Parker nails a kick to Freak’s gut and Freak leans over. Parker grabs his arm and wrenches it, and then locks Freak into a wrist-lock. Freak fights for a second, and then reverses it, going behind Parker and locking in a wrist lock of his own. Parker reverses yet again and locks in the third wrist lock. This time he capitalizes though and sends Freak sailing with an arm-toss. Freak gets back up and runs at Parker who nails him with a drop-toe-hold. Freak hit’s the canvas, but gets right back to his feet where Parker tries for a super kick, but Freak ducks under it. Freak tries for a super kick of his own, but Parker ducks under it. Parker attempts a clothesline, but Freak ducks under it. Freak tries a clothesline of his own and it connects and Parker goes down! The crowd cheers loudly for Silverfreak after that long reversal set.~
Smith: Woah! These guys are going to reverse one another until they die!
Flamer: DIE! DIE FUCKERS!
Hood: Take your pills, Flamer.
~Silverfreak waits while Parker gets to his feet and then runs up behind him and lifts him for a back-suplex. Parker flips out behind Freak though and lands on his feet. He picks up Freak from behind for a back-suplex. Parker slams Freak down to the ground with the back suplex. Parker quickly gets back to his feet and makes a run for the ropes. He springboards off the ropes and comes back, looking for a springboard leg drop, but Freak moves out of the way and Parker hits nothing but canvas. Freak runs at Parker, while he’s still on the ground from the missed leg-drop, and tries to hit a low dropkick, but Parker flips out of the way and Freak hits nothing but air. Parker runs in and nails a knee to the side of Freak’s head, sending him down to the canvas.~
Smith: Parker gets the best of that reversal line up.. These guys are very even.
~Parker gets up and climbs to the top rope. He waits as Silverfreak gets to his feet. Freak stands on his feet for a second, pretending to be out of it.. But then runs at the turnbuckle where Parker is waiting and sends him sailing off with a top-rope body slam. Parker, however, doesn’t land on his back as he flips all the way over 360 degrees and lands on his feet. Freak runs up behind him and hooks him up for a German Suplex. He sends Parker sailing over his head with a German Suplex, but Parker again flips 360 degrees and lands on his feet! He runs up behind Freak and grabs Freak’s head for a Bulldog, but Freak pushes him off and Parker lands on his ass on the ground. Freak runs up behind Parker and tries for a knee to the back of his head, but Parker rolls out of the way and Silverfreak hits nothing but air. Parker trips Freak as he runs by and Freak’s face slams against the mat. Parker gets up quickly and goes to stomp on Freak, but is met by a punch to the stomach as Freak gets to his knees. Silverfreak gets to his feet and punches Parker. Parker punches Freak. Back and forth, back and forth, until Freak gets the advantage and punches Parker into the corner. He irish whips Parker across the ring to the other turnbuckle. He comes running in and jumps, looking for a corner-splash, but Parker moves out of the way and Freak hits nothing but turnbuckle. Silverfreak turns around and ducks under a super kick attempt by Pete Parker. He nails a hard lariat to the side of Parker’s head and Pete goes down. The crowd cheers for Silverfreak.~
Hood: Well there’s a point for Silverfreak.
~Silverfreak is quick to capitalize this time, though, and pulls Parker to his feet. He sends Parker sailing over his head with a vertical suplex. Parker hits hard, and Freak gets right on top of him and starts punching him in the face. After about 6 closed-fist punches, Freak gets to his feet and pulls Pete up to his. He wrenches Parker’s neck and goes behind, hitting a neck breaker right in the middle of the ring. Freak makes the cover, hooking the leg~
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Smith: Not enough to put away the veteran Pete Parker.
~Silverfreak gets to his feet and pulls Parker up too. He irish whips Parker to the ropes, and Parker comes running back at him. Silverfreak attempts a clothesline, but Parker leap-frogs over him. Parker hits the ropes and comes running back behind Silverfreak. He nails a hard bulldog right in the middle of the ring on Freak. Pete covers him, and hooks the leg~
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Smith: It’s going to take more than that to put down Silverfreak.
~Parker gets to his feet and drags Silverfreak up. He nails a punch to Freak’s temple and then irish whips him to the ropes. Freak hits the ropes and then comes running back at Parker. Parker greets him by lifting him up, and then dropping him hard with a stiff spinebuster. Parker gets up quickly, laces Freak’s legs up and locks him into a Figure Four Leglock. Freak starts writhing in pain.~
Smith: WOAH! Figure Four Leglock out of nowhere! Freak didn’t even try to fight it because he didn’t see it coming!
Hood: This is a dangerous submission manouver. It could end here.
~Silverfreak fights to try and get out of it, but can’t. He tries to reach for the ropes, but is too far away. So he does a desperation move and turns over onto his stomach, reversing the pressure and putting the pressure on Pete’s legs. Pete cries out in pain and reaches the ropes. The referee tells Freak to break the hold. Freak refuses and the referee starts counting.. 1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. Freak breaks the hold. He gets up and grabs Parker. He lifts Parker up for a vertical suplex, but Parker slides out of the back of it and lands on his feet behind Freak. Parker lifts Freak up with a German Suplex, and tosses him with a throw, but Freak lands on his feet behind Parker. Freak gets the final laugh as he grabs Parker for a German Suplex and throws Parker over his head, over the top rope, to the outside~
Smith: HOLY SHIT! That might have been the biggest German Suplex ever!!!
~Silverfreak looks outside to where Parker landed. He climbs to the top rope and waits as Parker uses the barricade to pull himself up. Once Parker stands, Freak jumps off the top rope and nails a huge Double Axe Handle on Parker. Parker goes down hard. Freak raises his hand in victory to the crowd.~
Hood: Wooo! Freak!
~Silverfreak, looking at home on the outside of the ring, pulls Parker to his feet. He irish whips him into the steel ring post and Parker hits hard. Freak follows him in and starts to slam Parker’s head against the ring post.. Once.. Twice.. Three times.. Four times.. The referee breaks it up, reminding Freak that this isn’t a hardcore match. Freak grabs Parker and nails him with a Russian Leg Sweep.~
Smith: Nice Russian Leg Sweep there by the American Silverfreak.. So can we call it the American Leg Sweep?
Flamer: No. I’m pretty sure that’s pretty damn gay.
~Silverfreak gets to his feet quickly. He pulls Parker up and tries to irish whip Parker into the barricade, but Parker reverses it and sends Silverfreak running with an irish whip. However, Freak accidentally runs into the referee, knocking him out.~
Smith: Uh oh.. The referee’s knocked out..
~Silverfreak runs at Parker and nails him with a hard clothesline. He runs over to where Warrick is sitting and pushes Warrick out of the way. The crowd starts chanting “KICK WARRICK’S ASS! KICK WARRICK’S ASS!,” but Freak decides against it. He just grabs the chair that Warrick was sitting on and runs at Parker. He swings the chair at Parker’s head, but Parker ducks under it. Parker slams a foot into the chair, which connects with Freak’s face. Freak stumbles, but doesn’t go down. He drops the chair, which is quickly picked up by Parker. Parker walks up to Freak and swings the chair at Freak. Freak ducks under it this time and tries to super kick the chair into Parker’s face, but Parker moves the chair out of the way. He swings the chair at Freak’s head again, but Freak ducks a second time. However, Parker thinks quick and swings the chair back at Freak’s back and nails him in the back. Freak falls forward onto his knees and Parker swings the chair and nails Silverfreak right in the face with it. Freak goes down hard.~
Hood: Freak’s down! Freak’s down!
~Parker lays the chair on Silverfreak’s midsection and then jumps up to the ring apron. He jumps onto the second rope and springboards off of it, coming off with a springboard moonsault to the outside and nails it onto the steel chair. He holds his own stomach, obviously hurting himself, but pulls the chair off and sees Freak writhing in pain. Parker pulls him to his feet and then slams Freak’s face against the steel ring post. Parker then brings Freak over to the barricade and slams his face against that. He then drags Freak over to the bell-keeper table and slams his face against the bell. Freak looks up, and his face is covered in blood.~
Hood: Woohoo! You know I love blood!
Smith: We’ve seen a lot of it here tonight..
Flamer: No fire yet though.. Or not enough of it at least.
~Parker then lifts Freak up and nails him with a body slam outside the ring. He grabs Warrick and demands that Warrick give him his watch. Warrick, scared of getting beaten up, quickly takes off his watch and hands it to parker. Parker lays the watch across Silverfreak’s face and then stomps it hard. The watch breaks and Freak starts bleeding further. Parker pushes Warrick and the fans, who were ironically wanting to see him beaten up just minutes ago, boo Parker for this. Parker pulls Freak up and double-underhooks his arms. He sends Freak sailing over his head with a Double-Arm Suplex. Freak hits the ground hard, and Parker sees that the referee is getting up. He gets Freak up and rolls him into the ring, so he looks like he’s on his best behavior.~
Smith: Parker makes me sick.. He was cheating while the referee was down.
Hood: but..but..but.. YOU KNOW VERY WELL THAT SILVERFREAK STARTED IT!
Flamer: Bah, steel chairs isn’t cheating. I was allowed to set myself on fire.
Smith: It wasn’t just steel chairs.. Poor Warrick lost his watch.
~Parker slides into the ring and nails a hard stomp to Freak’s back. Freak crawls for the ropes, but Parker nails another hard stomp to the back of Freak’s head. Freak gets to the bottom rope, but Parker just starts nailing stomp after stomp after stomp to the back of Freak’s head. Freak lets go of the bottom rope and just lays there, seemingly unconscious. Parker turns him over and makes the cover and the referee slides back into the ring and makes the count~
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Smith: Still more juice left in Silverfreak.
~Parker pulls Freak to his feet and irish whips him into the turnbuckle. Freak hits hard. Parker walks into the corner and lifts Freak up, sitting him on the top rope. Parker climbs up with Freak and sends him sailing off the top rope with a Super Back Suplex. Parker crawls over and makes the cover~
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Hood: You’ve got to HOOK THE LEG!
~Parker tries again, but this time hooks the leg~
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Smith: Nope.. That didn’t help at all. Maybe the old hooking the leg is just an old wives’ tale.
Flamer: I keep telling you.. Hooking leg is a waste of time. You gotta set yourself on fire first..
Hood: Shut up Flamer.
~Parker gets to his knees, and then to his feet. He pulls Silverfreak up with him. He grabs Silverfreak and irish whips him to the ropes. Once Freak reaches him again, Parker lifts him up, and nails him with his spinning spinebuster The Lay Out. Parker lays on top of Freak, making the cover~
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Smith: Both these guys look exhausted. I’m not sure how much more they can take..
~Parker gets to his feet, slower this time, he pulls Freak up, having hard time this time, and nails a punch to Freak’s face. He then grabs Freak and hits a knee to Freak’s midsection. Freak groans in pain and Parker lifts him up and hits a Powerslam. Parker makes the cover again~
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Smith: Freak cannot be stopped!
~Parker looks angry now. He slams his elbow into Freak’s face. He then gets to his feet and picks Freak up. He irish whips Freak to the ropes, and once Freak gets back to him he jumps up to hit a high-knee, but Freak ducks under it. Freak runs to the ropes behind Parker and comes running back at Parker’s back. He ducks low and slams his shoulder into the back of Parker’s knee. Parker goes down hard, but Freak gets back to his feet. He nails a leg-drop across Parker’s throat. Freak goes for the cover, seemingly getting life back in him~
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Smith: Not enough to put Pete Parker away.
~Freak gets back to his feet and pulls Parker up. He nails him with the Sideshow Strangala, Freak’s neckbreaker and makes the cover~
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Hood: Sideshow Strangala wasn’t enough..
~Silverfreak uses the ropes to pull himself up, looking pretty tired by now, and grabs Parker. He pulls Parker up, but Parker nails a low-blow on Freak. Freak leans forward in pain, and Parker rolls him up with a small package~
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Smith: Woah! Parker almost pulled that one out of nowhere!
~Freak and Parker get to their feet at just about the same time and run at each other. Freak goes for a clothesline, while Parker goes for a high knee. Freak’s clothesline connects though and Parker misses with his high knee. Freak gets up and does a standing-senton-splash on Parker. He makes the cover~
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Hood: Shit! So many near falls! This one could end at any minute.
~Freak gets back to his feet. Now Freak looks quite frustrated. He pulls Parker up and lifts him up for a vertical suplex. For what seems like the hundredth times this match, Parker slips out the back and lands on his feet behind Silverfreak. Silverfreak turns around and Parker swings for a hard lariat, but Freak ducks. Silverfreak tries for a high-crescent kick on Parker, but Parker ducks under. Parker swings all the way around, looking for a tornado-lariat, but Freak again ducks. Freak takes advantage of Parker’s slight daze after the spin and locks in Rigga Mortis, his version of the Tazzmission.~
Smith: OH SHIT! This one’s over! Freak’s got Rigga Mortis locked in! It’s all over! It’s all over! Parker is going to tap! New Intercontinental Champion!
~Mark Kelley slides into the ring and the referee just about has a coronary-bypass. The referee runs up to Mark Kelley and starts screaming that he can’t be out here. Mark Kelley just starts talking to the referee calmly, but the referee begins jumping up and down screaming at him.~
Smith: TURN AROUND REF! PARKER IS TAPPING!
~Behind the referee’s back, Pete Parker starts tapping out with his free arm.~
Flamer: Sometimes shit like this happens..
Smith: No! This is a screw job! Mark Kelley is distracting the referee!
~Silverfreak releases the hold and goes over to Kelley. He punches Kelley right between the eyes and then tosses him over the top rope. He yells at Kelley, telling him not to come back. He turns around and walks right into a boot to the midsection and then a DDT from Pete Parker. Parker makes the cover~
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Smith: YES! Go Silverfreak!
Hood: You’re supposed to be unbiased!
~Parker lays on the canvas next to Freak, both of them looking completely exhausted.~
Flamer: Get up! Get up and fight! Set yourselves on fire!
Smith and Hood: SHUT UP FLAMER!
~Parker is first to his feet. He holds himself up by the ropes. Silverfreak uses the ropes, meanwhile, to get to his knees. He nails a punch to Parker’s midsection. Parker nails a punch to Freak’s face. Freak gets to his feet and ducks under another hard Parker punch. He slams Parker’s face against the turnbuckle and then locks in Rigga Mortis, his version of the Tazzmission, again.~
Smith: Shit! He’s got him locked in Rigga Mortis again! There’s no Mark Kelley this time! Nobody is here to screw Silverfreak! He’s got it won!
~Freak starts really wrenching Parker’s neck, pulling back hard. Suddenly a huge shadow emerges from the crowd. The Big Bifford gets up on the ring apron. Freak looks over at him and releases the hold. Pete Parker goes down to the canvas hard. Freak walks towards Bifford, who casually steps off the apron. Bifford looks up at Freak and Freak looks back at Bifford. They stand there staring each other down. Bifford walks backwards, not taking his eyes off Freak, and climbs over the barricade again, heading through the crowd.~
Smith: What the hell was that!? Why was Bifford there!? Does Bifford really think that Silverfreak is the murderer?
~Silverfreak shakes his head and turns around. He walks right into a boot to the stomach and a double-underhook piledriver from Pete Parker. Parker climbs to the top rope and comes sailing off, hitting The Money Shot frog splash. He makes the cover~
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Smith: MY GOD! Parker can’t put Freak down! That was his finisher! What does one have to do to win the Intercontinental Title!? These men have put their careers on the line!
~Parker gets to his feet, looking really angry and frustrated now. He looks up and asks someone (God? Another higher being?) what he has to do to win. He suddenly looks as though he’s got an idea. He walks around behind Freak as Silverfreak slowly makes his way to his feet. Once Freak gets to his feet, Parker steps in and locks in Rigga Mortis, Silverfreak’s finisher, on Silverfreak. Freak struggles violently as he tries to free himself from the Tazzmission-like maneuver.~
Hood: Smart move, using your opponent’s own finisher!
~Freak slowly begins to show less and less life. He slows down to the point that he’s barely moving, then drops to one knee. Parker keeps the hold on and Freak drops to both knees. Parker pulls back hard on the hold, applying more pressure and then lets go. Freak falls forward, face first on the mat. Parker kicks him hard in the side, and then pushes him over with his boot. Parker places his left foot cockily on the chest os Silverfreak~
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Smith: Shit! This one isn’t over yet! Freak’s got some life in him!
~Parker, feeling stupid for making the cocky pin, jumps down and covers Freak again, this time hooking the leg~
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Hood: This is insane. STAY DOWN FREAK! STAY DOWN!
~Parker walks to the corner and looks behind him. When he sees that the referee is checking on Silverfreak, Parker removes the turnbuckle padding, exposing the steel under it. He tosses the turnbuckle pad outside the ring and walks towards Freak. He pulls Freak to his feet and brings him into the corner. He slams Freak’s face against the exposed steel and then nails a face buster to the canvas. Parker makes the cover, hooking the leg~
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Smith: Freak just will not give up! Parker is in control, but he can’t win unless Freak stays down.
~Parker, looking angry, picks up Freak and punches him into the corner. He nails him with right hand after right hand in the corner. The crowd starts counting, but stop after 14, because it’s too hard to chant higher numbers. Mark Kelley runs back out again, and the referee jumps out of the ring to meet him in the entrance ramp. The referee walks up to Mark Kelley and starts telling him to leave.~
Hood: Mark Kelley’s back.. Must have got lost backstage and accidentally made his way out here.
Smith: Bullshit. Kelley came because it doesn’t look like Parker can get the job done by himself.
Flamer: And here comes fat man Bifford.
Smith: WHAT THE HELL!?
~Bifford walks casually out of the crowd, walks over to the time-keepers table and grabs the Intercontinental Title. While the referee is still busy in the entrance way telling Mark Kelley to get lost, Bifford tosses the title belt into the very middle of the ring. Bifford, still looking very calm and casual, climbs over the barricade again and leaves. Parker, who had his back to the whole thing, never even saw Bifford.~
Smith: THIS IS BULLSHIT!
~The referee finally persuades Mark Kelley to leave. Kelley walks backstage and the referee returns to the ring as Parker is still nailing Silverfreak with punch after punch. He then stops. Parker lifts Freak up and performs his spinning spinebuster, The Lay Out, right in the middle of the ring and Silverfreak’s back/neck land right on top of the Intercontinental Title. Parker makes the cover, hooking both legs with a bridge~
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Warrick: Here is your winner.. And NEW OCW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION…. PETE “PORNSTAR” PARKER!!!!!
Smith: Oh shit. It took Pete Parker, Mark Kelley and The Big Bifford, but Parker’s done it. He’s Intercontinental Champion.
Hood: Woohoo! I didn’t see either Mark Kelley or Bifford at ringside by the way.
Smith: Yes you did! It was bullshit! Mark Kelley came out to help his tag partner. Bifford came out because he believes Silverfreak is a murderer. This is all so stupid and crazy.
Hood: I’m happy to see a good superstar like Parker take home a good title, like the Intercontinental Title. But who’s going to take home the World Title?
Smith: I don’t know, but we do know it’s going to be Scott Syren taking on Triple P and we do now that it is next!
Hood: Like, right now?
Smith: I believe so…
~The OCW ring is cleared out as, suddenly some Rave type music begins to play. Flashing lights go on and off as we see a young man, dressed in your typical clubbing outfit make his way to the ring. He is dancing his way to the ring and enters the ring. He starts to do your typical type of rave, club dancing as the crowd just watches, some laughing, some cheering, some booing~
Smith: Well, this is…uhm…interesting
Hood: The hell is with this guy?
Flamer: Now That’s GAY! I’m taking care of this shit right now!
~Flamer gets inside the ring and shoves the young raver. The young man stops dancing as the music turns off and the lights turn back on as normal. Flamer pulls out his gas can as the crowd starts to cheer. He is about to pour it on the clubber when, suddenly, a man leaps over the guard rail and slides inside the ring. In his hand is a barbed wire baseball bat!! Flamer turns around only to be laid out with a homerun type swing! Blood is all over Tommy’s face as he is out of it. The young dancer man looks at the figure and smiles as the whole crowd erupts and recognizes this man immediately~
Smith: It’s CLUBBIN MAN!!!
Hood: HOLY SHIT!
Smith: I haven’t seen him in YEARS!
~The clubber goes to shake hands with Clubbin Man. Clubbin Man, however, smacks him with the bat and rakes the barbed wire into the poor guy’s head, making him bleed profusely. Clubbin Man shouts out “I HATE CLUBBERS!!!” As he continues to torture the poor young man…OCW staff gets inside the ring and pulls Clubbin Man away, saving the young man from almost certain death. We then go back to the announce table~
Smith: Yes…I almost forgot, Clubbin Man hates people who go clubbing.
Hood: Clubbin Man always made perfect sense
Smith: I guess
Hood: Best thing, though, no Flamer and Joines appears to be Out of Commission tonight!
Smith: Apparently…well, folks…the moment we’ve all been waiting for…it’s time to crown a new OCW World Champion. I could go into hype mode for five solid minutes, but I figure we let the wrestlers do the talking for themselves. Scott Syren taking on Perfect Paul Paras is NOW!
Perfect Paul Paras (2-0) vs. Scott “Awesome” Syren (3-1)
~"Headspace" by Velvet Revolver hits the speakers as the houselights go out and are replaced by pulsing gold strobes. As the song's opening drums slow down and the guitar takes over, a huge blast of pyro lights up the entryway and out walks Triple P, Perfect Paul Paras~
Warrick: Ladies and Gentlemen, this is a Safe on a Scaffold match and it is for the OCW World Heavyweight Championship!!!!! Introducing first, from Minneapolis, Minnesota, standing 6’3” and weighing in at 255 lbs….Triple P….Perfect….Paul….PARAS!!!!!
~The lights go out. Then a lot of cheap-ass fireworks explode. Then a single white spotlight follows Syren to the ring as "Devil Town" plays. If any fans talk shit to him along the way, he gets in their face and yells, "I'm gonna fuckin' pee on you, little boy!" When he enters the ring, he jumps over the top rope and flexes his massive biceps whilst spitting at the crowd and the ref~
Warrick: And his opponent, from Devil Town, Hell, standing 6’7” and weighing in at 285 lbs….Scott “Awesome” Syren!!!!!
~Syren has entered the ring as the bell sounds. The crowd is at a fever pitch as two OCW Hall of Famers, Two former OCW World Champions, Two OCW Hall of Famers, stand in the ring, staring each other down, ready to do battle for the vacant OCW World Title. They both, simultaneously stare up at the safe sitting on the scaffold. The scaffold itself is being suspended in the air by chains connected to beams in the rafters of the Staples Center. The crowd starts to chant “Paras!” over and over again as both men walk towards each other, meeting in the center of the ring~
Smith: Folks, it doesn’t get any bigger than this…I can’t believe what I’m seeing, personally. You want to talk about Hulk Hogan versus Ric Flair, Sting versus Stone Cold Steve Austin, The Rock versus Shawn Michaels…and yes, I’ll say those names on this OCW broadcast because, ladies and gentlemen, this match IS that big! It’s the epitome of everything that is good in wrestling versus everything that is bad…it is an OCW dream match it is…
Hood: THE ULTIMATE GOOD GUY, SCOTT SYREN VERSUS THAT DOUCHE TRIPLE P!!
Smith: Shut up, Hood…I was on hype mode
Hood: Shut the fuck up, Smith and let these guys do the talking themselves
Smith: Very well…
~Paras and Syren stare into each others eyes as the crowd is going crazy. Most of them cheer for Paras while a few sick, demented fans cheer Syren on. Syren smiles at Paras and spits in Paras’ face! The majority of the crowd boos loudly. Paras wipes the spit from his face, looks at it in his palm and then slaps it right into Syren’s face!! Syren staggers back, holding the side of his face in pain. Syren then charges at Paras, bulling him into the ropes. Paras fights back by nailing Syren with a bunch of stiff forearm shots to the back. Meanwhile, Syren is hitting Paras in the kidney area with some sucker punches. The crowd is going nuts as these two men have gone off on one another~
Smith: Here we go!!!
Hood: Hot damn, this is going to be off the charts and thank God it’s just the two of us doing the announcing, Smith
Jones: You rang?!
Hood: DAMNIT TO MOTHER FUCKING HELL, YOU RUIN EVERYTHING, JOINES!
Jones: I wouldn’t miss this for the world! Woohoo, Go Paras!
~Syren appears to have been worn down by Paras punches as he releases his grip from around Paras waist and staggers back into the center of the ring. Paras charges at Syren and drops him to the mat with a clothesline!! Syren lands hard with the back of his head smacking against he mat. Paras starts to stomp away on Syren as he lies on the mat. Syren, though, responds by grabbing Paras’ leg. Syren then twists Paras ankle causing Paras to go to the mat! Paras grabs his ankle in pain as Syren quickly pounces on this opportunity by grabbing Paras ankle and administering an ankle lock! Paras screams in pain as Syren really applies the pressure~
Smith: Wow, a wrestling hold from Scott Syren
Hood: The hell are you so surprised about? Syren’s finisher used to be a submission, fucksnap
Jones: I know what Smith is thinking…you don’t expect a wrestler who ejaculates and urinates on people knowing how to apply submissions.
Hood: I’m not even going to pay attention to you, Joines…you are the suck
Smith: Guys! Guys! For one night, could we all get along?
Hood: You’re such a damned pussy
~Paras finally reaches the ropes and looks for a break from the ref, however, there is no break because this isn’t a regular match. So, Paras does the only thing he can think of. With his hands gripping the middle rope, he uses his strength to pull himself out of the ring. His body falls out of the ring and its momentum carries Syren into the ropes! The ropes catch Syren in the throat as he is forced to let go of Paras! Syren falls backwards into the middle of the ring as Paras falls to the outside, holding his ankle in pain~
Smith: Smart, savvy move by the veteran, Triple P
Hood: It was pretty gay if you ask me
Jones: What was gay about that?
Hood: He’s running from Syren, moron…proving to be the true coward that I always knew he was!
Jones: Whatever, Triple P has more class than any wrestler that has ever stepped into an OCW ring
Smith: I must agree with Jones here
Hood: You’re both retarded!
~Syren gets back to his feet as Paras is sitting up, on the outside, checking out his ankle. Syren goes to the outside, across the ring from where Paras is seated. Syren reaches underneath the ring and pulls out a steel chair. He walks around the ring towards Paras. He is coming from the side which faces the back of Paras. Syren sneaks up and lifts the chair high up above his head, he goes to send a crushing blow onto the head of Paras, however, Paras quickly rolls out of the way and Syren’s chair shot slams against the ground!! Paras, on his knees, quickly comes back by chopping Syren’s knees out from underneath him. Syren falls to both knees and drops the chair to the ground. Paras gets to his feet and steps in front of Syren, who is still on his knees. Paras then pulls Syren to his feet, kicks him in the gut and hooks him for a DDT. Paras looks down and sees the chair on the ground, right where Syren’s head would smack. Paras kicks the chair out of the way and then delivers a DDT to Syren to the ground with the fans cheering him on~
Smith: Told you, Paras is class, all the way. He didn’t want to use that chair, he wants to be Syren the right way.
Hood: Hey, it’s all fair game in this match, Smith. Paras had better use chairs, tables, ladders and other cool weapons because if he doesn’t, I can guarantee you Syren will.
Jones: I, for once, am glad to see a wrestler not stoop to the level of such miscreants as Scott Syren or Pete Parker…it’s refreshing.
Hood: Geebus, what the hell is going on? Am I in Care Bear land or something?
~Paras returns to his feet and starts to stomp on Syren as he is still on the ground on the outside. Paras then pulls Syren to his feet and rolls him back into the ring. Paras then reaches underneath the ring and pulls out a ladder. The crowd cheers, seeing the ladder, knowing what could come as a result. Paras slides the ladder in the ring and slides into the ring immediately thereafter. Paras pulls the ladder up and sets it in the corner. Paras then pulls Syren to his feet, picks him up and kicks him in the gut once again. He then delivers a piledriver to Syren in the middle of the ring. Syren is laid out. Paras pulls Syren right back to his feet, again and, this time, tosses Syren over the top rope and to the outside. Paras then walks over to the ladder~
Smith: True to form, Paras is only going to use that ladder to reach the scaffolding above his head to retrieve the OCW World Title.
Hood: This is sickening…why did Paras have to return? Why couldn’t he have quit and Triple M stuck around? Triple M is a guy who would do ANYTHING for the World Title.
Jones: You just don’t get it, this is WRESTLING…not Mutilation, Triple P knows that and he’s showing us what it’s all about tonight.
Hood: Man, this is so damn gay…I hope that is a faulty ladder placed under the ring by mistake and it falls apart, Triple P falls down, breaks both legs and then Syren pisses all over him and wins the world title.
Jones: No, that would be a travesty!
Hood: Couldn’t be any worse than this “wrestling” bullshit
~Paras has now placed the ladder in the center of the ring, right beneath the scaffolding. He starts to climb the ladder, approaching the scaffolding which hangs above the ring. Meanwhile, we see Syren rolling back into the ring, from underneath the bottom rope. He is holding his head in pain from the previously received DDT and piledriver. He sees Paras climbing the ladder and smiles a big, Syren-esque smile. He then charges at the ladder as Paras is three fourths of the way to the top. The ladder slowly tips over as Paras body goes flying over the top rope, clearing it by a few feet and crashes, in mid air, into the guardrail!!!! The fans behind the guardrail all leap back as Paras body his hard and isn’t moving as some fans boo loudly while others cheer for the high impact~
Smith: No!!!! That was terrible!! Somebody get down there and see if Triple P is okay!
Hood: You see? You fucking see?! That’s what that pussy bullshit will get you!
Jones: That damn Scott Syren…always trying to ruin the perfect match!
Hood: If you ask me, he’s the one saving this match!
Jones: That’s because you have the IQ of Tommy Flamer!
Smith: Ummm…Zing?
Hood: Oooohhhhh….you son of a bitch! You’re going to pay for that one, I promise you!
~Syren grabs the ladder and tosses it over the top rope. It lands near Paras’ body as we see a couple of OCW medics looking down at Paras. Syren picks up the ladder as he is now on the outside and lifts it into his arms. He then grabs it by one of it’s ends and swings it, like a baseball bat, knocking down both medics!!! They fall to the ground and are out. Syren then stands over Paras who has his eyes barely open, showing a look of pain all over his face. Syren then begins to ram the ladder into the midsection of Paras as he seems unable to cover up. Syren does this over and over again as the fans boo loudly~
Smith: I have a bad feeling about this, guys…Paras really, REALLY hit hard…I don’t know if he can continue.
Hood: This is fucking awesome!
Jones: I hear you, Smith…he’s in bad shape, I think we need more medics down here!
Smith: I hope he can continue, though…this match has all the makings of being the best in OCW history.
Hood: What are you talking about? If Triple P’s career is ended and Scott Syren wins the World Title…this would be the best World Title match in OCW History.
Smith: What a terrible thing to say!
~Syren drops the ladder and pulls Paras to his feet, as Paras is barely able to stand. Syren lifts Paras up over his head and drops him, across the guardrail with a Gorilla Press Slam!!! Paras lands hard and is laid out. Syren then walks back over to the ring and looks underneath it. He pulls out a table along with two chairs. Syren then removes the padding on the floor on the outside, unveiling the rock hard surface. He sets the table up, over it and places two chairs, on top of one another on top of the table. Syren then pulls Paras to his feet and drags him to the table. Syren places Paras on top of the table and climbs up there with him. Syren then yells out as loud as he can at Paras “Here’s an AWESOME, Piledriver, Pee Pee Pee!!” Syren then hooks Paras for a piledriver and delivers it onto both chairs and through the table!!! The table is split in half as Paras head smacks through the chairs and lands, with a sickening thud onto the marble floor!!! The fans boo loudly as Syren is hurt too, holding his ass in pain. Paras, meanwhile, is out cold with his face covered in his own blood~
Smith: Oh My Gosh!!! Triple P could have a broken neck!! Get some EMT’s down there right now, damnit!!
Hood: Now that was AWESOME!
Jones: I can’t believe this…damn Scott Syren, damn him!
Hood: Wooooo!!!
~Syren is sitting against the guardrail, still in pain from the move. Meanwhile a group of EMT’s have huddled around Paras and are attending to him. The fans then go crazy as we see OCW President Dean rush down to the ring with a few more EMT’s who are bringing a stretcher along with them. They reach Paras as Dean orders them to place Paras on the stretcher. Dean then looks over at Syren and shakes his head as Syren is laughing his ass off~
Smith: Look at Syren, this guy has no remorse for any human being!
Hood: That’s because he’s the only one that gets it, idiots! This is about surviving to be champion, not about trying to do things the “right” way.
Jones: Well, I guess you can celebrate, your idiot put Triple P out of commission
Smith: Yes, Scott Syren is going to be our new World Champion
Hood: What an awesome night! I’m getting shit housed tonight!
~Paras is placed on the stretcher and they start to wheel him off with Dean overseeing everything. The fans are booing loudly as Syren reenters the ring with the ladder in his hands. He sets the ladder up in the middle of the ring and then walks over to the ropes, staring at the stretcher as it is being rolled down the aisle way. Syren then flashes his middle finger as Triple P’s body as they carry it off before turning around and walking towards the set up ladder~
Smith: Very classy, Syren
Jones: Yes, something all champions should aspire to be like…
Hood: Damn straight, Scott Syren is the man!
Jones: We were being sarcastic!
Hood: Really? No fucking kidding
~Syren’s back is to the stretcher as we see it come to a stop. Suddenly, the crowd erupts as Paras sits up on the stretcher, battered and bloody. He shoves EMT’s off of him and gets to his feet. Dean stands in front of him and orders Paras to take a seat right back on the stretcher. Paras responds by nailing Dean with a straight right hand!!! Dean falls down to the ground holding his head in pain. Paras then walks towards the ring with a look of rage in his eyes as the crowd is going crazy. Meanwhile, Syren has climbed a couple of rungs and is nodding his head to the cheers, arrogantly believing that they are meant for him~
Smith: YES! YES! TRIPLE P LIVES!!
Hood: What the shit is this?! He hit Dean!! Disqualify his ass!
Jones: Syren is in trouble now, Paras is Perfectly PISSED!
Hood: Only time I want to hear that word, Joines, is when Syren pissed on Paras after he wins that World Title.
Jones: Not going to happen, Hood!
~Paras goes to enter the ring, but, before he does he grabs a chair nearby and slides it into the ring. Paras gets into the ring and picks the chair up. Syren is halfway up the ladder. Paras then smacks the chair into Syren’s back!!! Syren grabs his back in pain!! Paras grabs Syren by one of his legs and yanks Syren down! Paras then drills Syren in the forehead with the chair as Syren staggers against the ropes, holding his head in pain. Paras drops the chair, grabs the ladder, folds it up, and then charges at Syren with the ladder, clotheslining him with the ladder!!! This move sends both men over the top rope and crashing to the outside as the crowd is louder than they have been all night cheering for the Perfect One!! Paras looks down the aisle, breathing heavily as Dean is back to his feet. Dean looks at Paras and simply smiles, applauding Triple P’s determination. Dean then heads back to the back as the crowd is giving Paras a huge standing ovation~
Smith: Yes! Yes!! That was perfectly awesome!
Hood: The Hell?! He used a chair, I thought he was above all of that!
Jones: A man can only be pushed so far, Hood
Smith: Yes and now it’s time for the perfect revenge!
Hood: Will you guys stop with the “perfect” shit! Damnit, this isn’t cool!
~Paras, who’s face is drenched in blood, yanks Syren to his feet. He nails Syren with a straight right hand as Syren gets a foot caught in the ladder and falls backwards. Paras then kicks Syren in the face. Paras then pulls Syren to his feet and drags him towards the announced table. Paras yanks out one of the expensive OCW Television Monitors and swings it at Syren, smashing it into Syren’s face!! The monitor shatters as pieces of glass fall all around them! Syren grabs his face in pain and falls to both knees. Triple P then notices blood flowing down Syren’s face and starts to punch Syren in his freshly opened wound, causing more and more blood to flow~
Smith: Triple P has grown into a man possessed!
Hood: Definitely a side I’ve never seen before, and I HATE it! This is BUFF’s night, damnit, this is SCOTT SYREN’S NIGHT!!
Jones: Get over it, Hood…this is the night of OCW’s second ever Perfect Pay Per View!
Smith: I don’t know what you’d call tonight, all I know is this match is pure, unadulterated sweetness!
~Paras ceases the punching and pulls Syren right back to his feet. Paras then rolls Syren on the announce table and gets up on top of the table with Syren. Paras pulls Syren to his feet and kicks Syren in the gut. Paras then lifts Syren up, high in the air and drills him through the announce table with a Powerbomb!!! The Announce table is broken into pieces as the fans cheer loudly for Paras as well as the move~
Smith: Whoa!! There goes our announce table!
Hood: Fucking Triple P, he’s ruining everything!!
Jones: I’ll sacrifice an announce table for a Triple P win
Smith: I’m just enjoying the action!
Hood: This sucks!
~Paras returns to his feet and notices a fan near ringside holding a recently purchased “BUFF” T-Shirt. Paras rips it from the fans hands and raps it around his fist. He then pulls Syren to his feet and begins to punch Syren in the head, repeatedly, with the T-Shirt!! Blood begins to cover the shirt as Syren staggers back and falls down, once again. Paras then unravels the T-Shirt and holds it up with the letters “BUFF” drenched in blood. The crowd cheers loudly. Paras then starts to rip the shirt apart, showing his displeasure for Syren’s stable~
Smith: I’m guessing Triple P isn’t much of a BUFF fan
Hood: Another reason to pull against him!
Jones: Anything Anti-Buff rules in my book
Hood: Well, I’d say you write terrible books
Jones: They can’t be any worse than your attempt at unbiased commentary
Hood: I’m actually starting to miss Tommy Flamer
~Paras tosses the shreds of the BUFF shirt aside and yanks Syren to his feet. He tosses Syren head first into the guardrail as we see remnants of blood oozing down the bars of the guardrail. Paras then looks underneath the ring and pulls out a Kendo Stick!! The crowd goes absolutely nuts!!! Paras looks over at Syren, holding the Kendo Stick and starts to slam the Kendo Stick against the ring apron as the crowd chants “Beat His Ass!”~
Smith: The crowd is one hundred percent anti Syren!
Hood: Oh shit, he’s got that gay ass Singapore cane thingy! It might be time to call out the BUFF troops!
Jones: Yes! Old School Paras! Syren’s in deep shit now!
Smith: Indeed!! Paras has to be the heavy favorite at this point!
Hood: Looks like I may still be drinking heavily tonight, only this time into a drunken depression
Jones: Finally, I can say this to Hood…SUCKS TO BE YOU!
~Syren has managed to pull himself to his feet using the guardrail. Paras then smacks the Kendo Stick against Syren’s exposed back!!! Syren yells out in pain as he almost falls to his knees. Paras nails him again and again and again as Syren finally falls to both knees arching his back in extreme pain! Paras then smacks the Kendo Stick against Syren’s head as it busts in half from impact!!! Syren falls face first to the ground as we see the welts all over his back from the stick. Paras then tosses the warped stick into the crowd as a group of fans fight for it. Paras then points up at the scaffolding as the crowd goes wild~
Smith: Triple P just took Syren to school! And now he’s going to claim the OCW World Title for the second time in his illustrious career!
Hood: I’m going to perfectly puke all over the place!
Jones: At least it will be a perfect puke!
Hood: Dude, I’m so going to puke all over you
Smith: Then you’d be in the same classification as Arryk Rage
Hood: Oh shit, nevermind, I’d rather be Tommy Flamer
~Paras grabs the ladder and slides it into the ring. He climbs into the ring and quickly sets the ladder up underneath the scaffolding. Paras begins to climb the ladder as the fans are going nuts. Meanwhile, Syren is starting to move, but nearly fast enough to catch Paras. The crowd starts to react, however, as we see TC Larcen and Rob Torborg leap out of the crowd and rush into the ring. Both men are carrying chairs. Paras looks down at both men as they start swinging their chairs at him. Paras manages to kick one of the chairs into Larcen’s face, causing Larcen to stagger back into a corner. Paras leaps off of the ladder and to his feet. However, once he does, Torborg nails him, right in the head with a stiff chair shot!! Paras falls down with his cut opened even more and more blood flowing on his face. Torborg then helps Larcen to his feet and the two men go outside to attend to Syren. The crowd is booing loudly chanting “BUFF sucks”~
Smith: What the hell is this?! BUFF is ruining our match!
Hood: No, they’re saving it by doing their job!
Jones: This is a travesty!! They are ruining the perfect night!
Hood: You guys are such morons…this is the greatest thing to happen in OCW since the days of Liljungleman and Clubbin Man
Smith: Ah, yes, the days when OCW was struggling financially and had to resort to shock value to entertain fans.
Hood: And, and you’re saying we’ve changed?
~Syren has made it to his feet and appears to be nearly fully revived. Torborg and Larcen stand next to him, making sure he is sturdy enough to stand on his own accord. Syren staggers in front of the aisle way and motions towards the back. The fans start to boo even louder as we see Logan Caine and Dilon Draven emerge carrying a treadmill towards the ring!! Syren points for them to set it down near the ring. Draven then takes the electrical chord and finds a nearby outlet. He plugs the treadmill in and Syren high fives him. Syren then huddles with all four men~
Smith: A treadmill?
Hood: Oh Shit!! Old School Syren!! Remember that poor jackass Y2James?
Jones: It’s taken the help of four men for Syren to hang in this match!
Hood: I know, isn’t it cool?
Jones: NO!
~Caine, Draven, Larcen and Torborg all surround the ring as Syren enters the ring and grabs Paras. He yanks Paras out of the ring and towards the treadmill. Syren then turns the treadmill up as the rotating pad thingy(for lack of a better term) starts going really fast. Syren then grabs Paras by his hair and presses his face against it!! Paras starts to squirm as the surface tears away at his face. We see a deep red streak of blood form on the surface as it turns from a pitch black color to a more vivid, deep maroon color. The fans are booing as Paras’ body starts to go limp~
Smith: No!!! Triple P, once again, is being pushed to his limits by Scott Syren!
Hood: The Treadmill of death!! Welcome to Devil Town, Paras! Hahaha!!
Jones: Triple P needs some help, somebody, help The Perfect One!!
Hood: Who’s going to be on his side? Silverfreak…no way…Parker? Nope! Triple M? You’ve got to be kidding me, haha! Nobody is on Triple P’s side, he’s all alone
Smith: This is terrible!
~Syren finally ceases the torture as he pulls the crimsoned face of Paras away from the treadmill. He then turns the machine off and shoves Paras’ body to the side. Syren then looks up at the scaffolding and slowly starts to enter the ring. Syren is in the ring, when, suddenly, the crowd explodes!! Silverfreak emerges from the crowd, still hurting from his match earlier. He has a couple of Kendo Sticks in his hand. He is behind Larcen, Larcen turns around and gets whacked with one!!! Larcen is laid out as Freak walks over to Paras. Standing over Paras is Caine, Caine tries to nail Freak with his TV Title, however, Freak drills Caine with a Kendo Shot to the head!! Caine falls over. Freak then helps Paras to his feet and slaps him in the face a few times, waking him up. He hands a groggy Paras a Kendo Stick and points into the ring at Syren, who is climbing the ladder. He helps Paras into the ring and then turns around to see Draven and Torborg coming at him. Freak then goes crazy with the Kendo Stick and starts lays both Torborg and Draven out with shots!! All four BUFF men are now laid out and bloodied by Freak and his use of the Kendo Stick. The crowd goes crazy as Freak holds the Kendo Stick up high in the air~
Smith: Yes!! The One and Only Freak of Pro Wrestling has come to the aid of The Perfect One!!!
Hood: Damnit! He just couldn’t keep his nose out of the World Title match, could he?
Jones: Well, if you’ll remember, Hood, BUFF started this, not Silverfreak
Hood: I don’t care, you don’t interrupt World Title matches! Not Cool!
Jones: BUFF did it!
Hood: BUFF is cool, see the difference?
Smith: Whatever!
~Freak motions to the back as Mini-Freak emerges with a Gator(one of those motorized cart things with an extended cab). He drives it down the ramp and towards the ring. Freak then places, one by one, each member of BUFF into the cab. Freak then hops into the Gator with Mini-Freak and they drive off with Torborg, Larcen, Caine and Draven as the fans are going crazy. We then focus back in the ring as Syren is halfway up the ladder. Paras then canes him in the back!! Syren grabs his back as it starts to bleed from the shot combined with the previous ones. Paras then hooks Syren’s legs, yanks him off the ladder and delivers a powerbomb with Syren’s head crashing against the top turnbuckle with sickening impact!!! Syren falls to the mat holding the back of his head in pain. His back bleeding and his face covered in blood~
Smith: Awesome!! Freak takes care of BUFF and now Paras nearly broke the neck of Scott Syren!
Hood: That was heinous!! I’ve never seen a match with such high highs followed by the lowest of lows!
Jones: It’s OCW, Hood!
Hood: Should be BUFFCW!
Jones: Not tonight, buddy
~Paras stomps on Syren a few times as he appears to be laid out. Paras starts to climb the ladder towards the scaffolding, holding the Kendo stick in his hand. Syren reaches out and gathers all his energy to pull on the second rope and pull himself to his feet. Syren is to his feet and sees Paras halfway up the ladder. Syren then slowly climbs to the top rope. He stands on the top turnbuckle and sees Paras back is to him. Syren leaps off and, in mid air, grabs the back of Paras head, yanks him off the ladder and drills him, face first, into the mat with a bulldog!! Both men land hard as Syren rolls around in pain while Paras lies, motionless, face down in a puddle of his own blood~
Smith: Scott Syren someway, somehow, managed to muster up enough energy to pull off that extremely athletic maneuver!
Hood: I don’t know where he got that from, Smith, but I do deem it extremely BUFF worthy.
Jones: Geez, when is someone going to take complete control of this match?
Smith: With two legends in the ring, nobody is going to dominate, it’s the age old case of whoever has the ball last is going to win theory.
Hood: Or, in simple terms, Scott Syren rules and is going to win
Smith: Whatever!
~Syren rolls out of the ring and goes underneath the ring and pulls out four tables. Syren starts setting them up. Two, side by side, first and then two more, side by side, on top of the first two. Creating a four table platform. Syren then rolls back into the ring and pulls Paras to his feet, his face and chest are covered in blood. Syren bends over and grabs Paras kendo stick. He then jams the end of it into Paras face!! Paras falls down holding his face in pain as Syren nails Paras a few times with the stick until Paras goes semi-motionless. Syren then starts to climb the ladder towards the scaffold as Paras is very slowly starting to move. The crowd is booing as Syren is making good progress up the ladder~
Smith: Syren has a window of opportunity here, this match could be nearing its end!
Hood: Yes! Yes! Go Scott, Go!
Jones: Fall down! Slip! Lose your balance! Something!
Hood: Keep begging you damn loser, Syren is going to be the daddy of OCW and piss all over you!
Jones: Ugh!!
~Syren gets his hand on the bottom of the scaffolding and pulls himself up, on top of the platform. Paras, meanwhile is on his knees at the base of the ladder and starts to pull himself up and begins to climb. Syren reaches over to the safe and yanks the paper with the code off of the handle. He slowly starts to open it as Paras is halfway up the ladder with the crowd growing in anticipation~
Smith: Syren is so close! He just has to read the code and unlock the safe!
Hood: YESSSSSSSSSSS!
Jones: NOOOOOOOO!
Smith: IndEEEEEEEEEEEEEd!
~Paras reaches the top of the ladder and grabs onto Syren’s leg! Syren reacts with shock as he didn’t see Paras coming! Syren quickly gets to his feet on the scaffolding as Paras pulls himself on the platform. The two superstars find themselves high above the ground with the crowd going nuts. Syren stomps on Paras as Paras slowly reaches his feet, despite the stiff kicks. Paras shoves Syren into the safe. The safe barely budges, Syren grabs his back in pain as it is still bleeding. Paras grabs Syren’s head and smashes it into the top of the safe!!! Syren’s face hits hard as he staggers around and starts to lose his balance on the scaffolding. He starts to fall off the edge, but is able to catch himself with his hands. Paras looks down at Syren and steps on one set of fingers, trying to force Syren to let go and fall all the way down to the floor~
Smith: Scott Syren is not in good shape right now…
Hood: No shit, Smith
Jones: Put him away, Paras! Put him away!
Hood: Triple P forgets, though, Syren is holding the paper with the combination to the safe!
Jones: Damn, that’s right…get the code, Paras!
~Paras sees the code sandwiched in between Syren’s index and middle finger. He reaches down to grab it, however, Syren pulls his hand away and is now hanging by one hand. Syren then takes the paper and rubs it, harshly, into his wound, smothering it in blood, making it unreadable. Syren then bites onto it with his mouth and rips it apart with his free hand. Syren releases it as it floats to the ground. Paras’ eyes are wide with anger as he jumps in the air and stomps the hell out of Syren’s one, attached hand! Syren is forced to let go as his body falls all the way to the ground, crashing through the four tables he had set up previously! The crowd goes crazy as Syren’s lifeless body is covered in broken wood~
Smith: This time it’s Syren taking the big fall!!
Hood: That did suck, however, did you see the awesomeness of Syren? He knew he was going to fall and made it impossible for Triple P to open the safe!
Jones: That’s cheating!
Hood: No, it’s smart, dumb shit
Smith: I will have to side with Hood and say it was quite clever
Jones: That doesn’t keep it from sucking
Smith: Indeed
~Paras stands, alone, on the scaffolding looking perplexed on what to do with the safe. Paras then seems to conjure up an idea as he reaches down and grabs the safe. He picks it up and, with all his strength, tosses it off the scaffolding!! The safe falls down and crashes into the treadmill, destroying it! It lands with such impact that the safe is busted wide open!!! The OCW World Title can be seen hanging out of the door amongst the broken pieces of treadmill and busted steel from the safe. Paras smiles as the crowd goes crazy. However, as he starts to climb down, the scaffolding begins to give. The chain links were severely weakened when Paras lifted the safe up. Paras braces himself as the scaffolding gives way!!! It falls to the mat, with Paras on board!! It lands hard, going through the middle of the ring with Paras disappearing in the gigantic hole! The fans go crazy as both Syren and Paras are laid out with the World Title out in the open, ripe for the taking~
Smith: Oh My GAWD!!! This is unbelievable!! Words can’t describe what has taken place tonight!
Hood: Now THAT was perfect! C’mon, Syren, get to your feet and grab that World Title!
Jones: Good luck, he’s like crippled and the ring separates him from where the World Title is nestled
Hood: Oh yea, like Triple P is going to crawl out of that hole and get it
Smith: The World Title truly hangs in the balance!
~Syren crawls out of the broken wood and slowly makes his way into the ring. He stands up, unaware of what has transpired. He sees the hole in the ring, blinks his eyes and utters “What the fuck?” He then looks across the ring and sees the busted safe and the World Title. He smiles and starts to stagger across the ring. He begins to go around the hole as the fans are booing. A “Paras” chant breaks out as Syren is almost past the hole. Syren is just about in the clear when a hand reaches up and grabs him around the ankle!!! The crowd goes nuts as Syren falls to one knee! He reaches back and tries to pull the hand off of his ankle. We then see another hand emerge and grab part of the ring and pull. The body of Triple P emerges, bloody, abused and, most of all, determined! He emerges as Syren starts trying to punch him. Syren lands a punch, on one knee, Paras, on his knees, throws a punch and both men enter a slugfest, while on their knees~
Smith: Both men are obviously spent, their bodies have been pushed to the extreme…all that remains right now is their determination, their will to be OCW World Champion.
Hood: Unbelievable! Triple P has literally risen from the dead to remain in this contest!
Smith: It doesn’t get any more even than this!
Jones: I have to say, I hate Syren, I love Paras, but, tonight, both of these men have earned my respect…what about you, Hood?
Hood: I guess this Paras fellow is okay…however, I still want Syren to win!
~Syren jams a finger into the eye of Paras as he starts to crawl towards the ropes. Paras, momentarily stunned, regains focus and begins crawling behind Syren. Syren rolls out of the ring and lands on top of the treadmill mess. He is four or five feet away from the World Title. Paras crawls out of the ring as well and lands hard. He sees Syren going for the World Title. Paras then sees the electrical chord to the treadmill. It has been detached and is lying there. Paras picks it up and lunges at Syren, he wraps it around Syren’s throat and begins to choke Syren with everything he’s got! Syren’s hand is less than a foot away from the World Title as Paras yanks hard and pulls Syren away from the title. Paras chokes harder and harder as Syren urgently tries to find a way out of this choking predicament~
Smith: Smart move by Paras! The treadmill is being used against Scott Syren!
Hood: Ouch, that sucks, Treadmills are Syren’s specialty!
Jones: Not tonight, tonight this treadmill is going to lead the way for a Paras victory!
Hood: I think not, Joines
Smith: All I know is the tension is mounting, the anticipation is building, this building is about to…
Hood: Enough with the damn hype, watch the friggin match!
~Syren appears to be losing consciousness, he reaches out, however and grabs one of the wheels from the treadmill. He then reaches back with it and smacks it into Paras’ head!! Paras grabs his head in pain and releases the chord. Syren unwraps it from around his neck and gets back to his feet. Syren staggers around and looks down at Paras, Syren then turns around and staggers towards the World Title. Paras lunges, though and grabs Syren by the leg!! He pulls back on it and trips Syren!! Syren lands hard with his fingers inches from the title!! Paras pulls him further and further away as Syren turns around and tries to kick Paras off of him~
Smith: These men are so close to immortality, they can taste it!
Hood: Somebody grab it!! It’s right there for the taking!
Jones: C’mon Paras, take Syren out and claim the World Title!
Smith: What a match!
~Paras punches Syren in the crotch!! Syren stops kicking and grabs himself in pain. Paras gets to his feet, staggers around and turns his attention to the busted safe. He starts to walk towards it as Syren gets to his feet. Paras is now standing over the safe and goes to grab the World Title…however, before he can, Syren flies into the picture and spears Paras away from the safe!! They land hard five or six feet away from the safe as Syren punches Paras with a few weak, yet inflicting body shots. Paras fights back by punching Syren in the head a couple of times, however, both men are obviously weak and worn down as their punches carry half the force they should~
Smith: I am emotionally exhausted, just watching these two men go to Hell and back has me spent!
Hood: Look at these two guys, does this not show exactly how much that World Title means to them? This is incredible!
Jones: They want it so bad…they are close to killing each other for it!
Smith: Impressive showing, this is quite possibly the greatest match in OCW’s storied history!
Hood: I agree with that!
Jones: I second!
~Syren slowly gets to his feet and pulls Paras to his, the two men continue to brawl as their fight draws closer and closer to the World Title. Paras lands a right hand, Syren lands one, Paras with another, Syren with his second, neither man is letting up. However, both men weaken with each punch. They both stagger, simultaneously, and then wind up and give one last stiff punch and connect at the same time!! Both men then fall right next to the World Title!! They are breathing heavily as the crowd is yelling and screaming with the World Title inches from both men~
Smith: Both men are inches away from becoming OCW World Champion!! Who’s going to be the first man to grab that title?!
Hood: Syren!
Jones: Paras!
Smith: I’m going to die of a heart attack!
~Syren and Paras both open their eyes and see the World Title. Both men are lying on opposite sides…they reach out, at the same time for the World Title and both men grab the World Title at the same time!!! They start to pull on it, neither man releasing the grip. They both get to their feet as they are attempting to pull the World Title out of one another’s hands~
Smith: Who grabbed it first?!
Hood: I don’t know…
Jones: I couldn’t tell, I think they grabbed it at the same time!
Hood: What does the replay show?
Jones: Yea, Smith, you’re looking at it, what can you tell?
Smith: It’s too close to call, apparently they did grab it at the same time…now it’s come down to a tug of war with the man who wins is the new World Champion!
Hood: I can’t take this shit!
Jones: Me neither, I’m going to need a few beers to calm down!
~Paras and Syren pull back and forth, neither wanting to let go. Paras punches Syren, Syren punches Paras back as both men have one hand clutching the World Title strap. Suddenly, a fan tosses the broken Kendo Stick from earlier at Triple P! Paras catches it and goes to nail Syren with it, however, Syren blocks it and grabs the stick, Paras won’t let go of that either. Syren then kicks Paras in the crotch!! Paras lets go of the Kendo stick. Syren then nails Paras with the stick once, twice, three times, Paras won’t let go! Paras, however, has been weakened. Syren yanks Paras towards him, releasing the Kendo Stick. Syren then leans over and bites the hand of Paras holding the World Title!! Paras won’t let go, but is screaming in pain!!! We start to see blood run down Paras hand from Syren’s clenched teeth!!! Paras still is determined to hang on. More and more blood runs as, we can see Paras grip loosen, his hand starting to go numb! Syren then releases the bite, leans in and headbutts Paras!!! Paras staggers back, blood flowing from his cut due to the head to head blow, Syren headbutts Paras again and again…Paras staggers more and more and, finally falls down and releases his grip!!! The bell quickly sounds as Syren falls down as well, hugging the World Title!!! The fans boo loudly as the ref raises Syren’s hand~
Warrick: Here is your winner….AND NEW OCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION….SCOTT “AWESOME” SYREN!!!!!
~The ref checks on Paras as he is knocked out, cold. Syren is still conscious, barely. However, conscious enough to not let go of his World Title. The crowd, booing at first, begins to clap, loudly for the effort put forth by both men~
Smith: Scott Syren wins the World Title!! He had to completely knock out Triple P to force him to let go!
Hood: Wow!! What an awesome match!!!
Jones: The outcome sucks, however, the match was great, hats off…this crowd agrees with me too!
Smith: There are a few matches which stick out in my mind…Silver Cyanide against Andy Murray in a Hazardous Ladder match, Silverfreak against Scorpion in the Psychopathic Hell in a Cell and, now, Scott Syren against Triple P in the Safe on a Scaffold Match! Truly one of the greatest matches I’ve ever witnessed.
Hood: Undoubtedly!
Jones: Right on!
~Syren gets to his feet, exhausted and stands over Paras, who is regaining consciousness, but slowly. Syren smiles, looking down at Triple P. He then moves his hand down and the fans cheer, thinking he’s going to help Paras up. However, Syren begins to unzip his pants which elicits the boos of everyone in the crowd. Syren the yells “I’m going to pee on you!”~
Smith: No!! This is terrible! The night can’t end like this! It just can’t!
Hood: Yes! Do it! You own him! Do it, Syren!
Jones: I will never watch another OCW show if Syren goes through with this, ever!
Smith: It’s a total injustice!
~Syren stands over Triple P getting ready to piss on him when "Marvelous" by Nine Days hits and Triple M walks out from the back carrying a Singapore cane. Syren smiles and sticks it back in his pants. Silver Cyanide comes running out after Triple M but Mario just shoves him to the side. Triple M rolls into the ring and instructs Syren to piss on Triple P. Syren pulls his "lengthy member" out and stands over Triple P. Just then Cyanide grabs the back of Syren's head and falls to the ground smacking Syren’s head on the ground. Triple P is helped to his feet by Triple M who tosses him the cane. Triple M picks up Syren from the mat and Triple P canes him right in the "lengthy member". Syren falls to the ground holding his little man and Cyanide grabs a permanent marker and draws a mustache on Syren. Then Triple M stands over Syren and smiles. All of a sudden Triple M starts to pee on Scott Syren. There is another cameraman in back that spots a huge forklift that is parked in front of the B.U.F.F. members dressing room. And Johnny Elite is sitting in the driver’s seat sleeping~
Smith: Syren is getting jumped out here and the B.U.F.F. members are trapped in the locker room!
Hood: HOLY SH*T JOHNNY ELITE IS BACK!!!!
~Back in the ring Triple M has finished pissing on Syren and zips his pants back up~
Smith: TRIPLE M HAS PEED ON SCOTT SYREN!!!!!
Hood: THIEF!
Jones: Hey I got to see someone get peed on.
~Triple M picks Scott Syren up off the ground and then Gorilla Press slams him on top of the safe. Triple M grabs Syren’s feet as Triple P and Cyanide each grab and arm and they drag Syren down the isle and into the back. The camera’s follow as the trio continue to drag Syren towards the back entrance. Paras and Cyanide push the double doors open with their backs and they pull Syren to Triple M’s Hummer where Amanda Maurako opens up the back doors to the Hummer where there is a Shark Cage. She unlocks the Shark Cage and Triple M lifts Syren up and tosses him in the cage and then locks it. Triple M closes the door on the Hummer and he hops into the drivers seat and Cyanide hops in the passenger seat and they take off as Paul watches them drive off. Medics soon surround Triple P as he almost collapses, due to exhaustion. They aid him as we focus back on the announce team~
Smith: Well, it’s clear Paras is too weak to partake in whatever it is these guys have in mind, however, it looks as though he did get some revenge.
Hood: What are they doing with the champ!?
Jones: Giving him what he deserves!
Smith: Folks, I’m being told we are going to extend out broadcast and find out exactly what is going on…as soon as our cameras catch up with the action
Hood: How long is that going to take? I have a few chicks primed for the taking at my hotel room!
Jones: Yes and my wife is waiting on me
Hood: You sure know how to live it up, Joines
Smith: Not that long, as a matter of fact, we’re receiving the feed now! Let’s see what is going on!
~The cameras open up on a beach along the Pacific Ocean. Triple M and Silver Cyanide are there and the Shark Cage containing Scott Syren is so close to the water that when a wave comes up Syren gets wet. Syren is awake now. He is shouting at Triple M and Cyanide but they are ignoring him. Just then Triple P pulls up in his Pontiac GTO Judge series car and he gets out. He walks over to Triple M and Silver Cyanide and together the three of them walk up to the shark cage and push it over. They slowly start to roll it into the water. But Triple M gets frustrated and picks it up and walks out deeper into the Ocean and then lets it go. The camera fades to black as the trio watches the shark cage and Scott Syren quickly sink to the bottom of the Ocean…we get one final shot of the bubbles floating to the surface of the water as our feed comes to an end~