Social Justice

OCW Presents: Social Justice
LIVE! Monday, March 11th 2019
From The Rooftop of Twitter HQ in San Francisco, California

~We cut to a local news feed. The generic intro with cheap graphics that accompany all local news stations finishes and jolts straight into the lead story which, for some reason has to do with OCW. It’s a San Francisco affiliate. We look at the clock. It’s only five in the afternoon. Social Justice doesn’t start for another two hours. What the heck is going on? Did Bob Grenier off another job guy with his atomic weed? A newscaster with so many ethnicities packed into his genetic code it’s impossible to tell what he is, begins to speak in a heavily practiced, emotionless tone~

Newscaster: Breaking news this afternoon from the streets of San Francisco! OCW, a wrestling promotion located in Key West, Florida is set to hold their event ‘Social Justice’ atop the roof of the Twitter headquarters at seven pm local time. Fans from all around the world have rushed to the Bay Area in anticipation for this tremendous event. Stores, business owners, bars, and gift shops have all doubled their staff expecting a massive uptick in sales. What they didn’t expect, however, took place earlier today…

~We cut to taped footage inside a local drinking establishment. Some grizzled, middle aged fans are seated, drinking Bud Light. They are wearing a menagerie of OCW shirts…Syren, Vargas, Bifford, Sex and Violence, and Da Boom (a rare item that has suddenly soared in popularity). The men pound back their brews when a familiar chime sounds, signaling the entrance of new patrons. A group of millennials enters. They are wearing MJ Bell and Ana Archia shirts. They walk up to the bar and order some Michelob Ultra Lights. The older fans grumble~

Syren Fan: Michelob Ultra Light…what a [censored]!

~A fan in a MJ Bell shirt turns around and places his hands on his hips. His mouth is agape with shock~

MJ Bell Fan: Excuse me! Did you just say what I think you said?

Biff Fan: I would like some more wings over here!

Syren Fan: Oh, it can talk.

~The Syren fan snorts and tosses back the rest of his Bud Light. He stands up, showing an above average frame and beer gut~

MJ Bell Fan: We don’t talk like that around here! You need to show some RESPECT! This isn’t 2000 anymore, dinosaur! You’re nothing but a filthy incel!

~The Syren fan towers over the smaller, skinnier MJ Bell fan. The MJ Bell fan’s friends stand back, eyeing the situation. They want to get involved but they aren’t too sure about violence. They’d rather talk things out. The MJ Bell fan looks up at the Syren fan~

MJ Bell Fan: You can’t intimidate me with your bullying. I’m a strong, confident man. I am firm in my beliefs about equality for everyone and…

~SMASH! The Syren Fan bashes his beer bottle over the MJ Bell Fan’s head! The MJ Bell Fan screams, collapsing to the ground. His friends dart for the door. The Syren Fan pounces on the MJ Bell Fan, pummeling him with lefts and rights~

Syren Fan: Fucking stupid cunt! Stupid bitch getting into the OCW Hall of Fame! MJ Bell, Alice Knight…fucking women wearing the OCW Title! Fucking fuck!

~We’d continue to air what he’s saying but it’s just a bunch of a random curse words strung together. The Biff fan gets more wings. The other fans cheer their buddy as he eviscerates the MJ Bell Fan. The owner of the establishment pulls out his cell phone to document the beating in the hope that he’ll gain a bunch of youtube views~

Newscaster: Yes, that took place earlier this afternoon. It seems this debauched organization has brought violence, mayhem, and misogyny to the Bay Area. I’d recommend staying far away from the event tonight in an effort to avoid drunken Neanderthals. Because – what’s that?

~The Newscaster reaches for his ear piece. His eyes widen~

Newscaster: I’m told we’ve got some action taking place outside Twitter HQ! Let’s cut to the footage!

~We cut to the scene of Social Justice. We get a good shot of the ring set up atop the roof. The sides of the roof have chain linked fencing erected several feet high to prevent anyone from accidentally going over. Several stands surround the ring area. The garden that had been planted has been moved to a place where it’ll be preserved. We see stands atop a structure looking down on the ring…the entire setup appears to be capable of holding 2-3 thousand people. A nice job of cramming as many people in as possible. Several big screens are erected around the area to give fans a better look. We pan down the side of the building…a HUGE screen is slapped onto the side of the building – we’re talking AT&T Stadium big. This is, of course, for all the fans on the street that want to watch. And, well, speaking of the street…tons of protestors are out there screaming and yelling. We get a look at their shirts and are instantly able to tell which side they’re on. MJ Bell, Alice Knight, Dangerous Dan, Kitty Petrova, Andrea Hernandez, Ariel Shadows, Hellraven, and shirts featuring several other female and minority competitors are adorned by these angry fans~

On Site Reporter: The scene out here is chaotic! These neo OCW fans are furious over what took place earlier today in that bar. They want justice for Petia Horamos.

Crowd: PE-TI-A!!!!

On Site Reporter: I’m told Mr. Horamos is in the Emergency Room as we speak. He will likely miss this event and, more importantly, the rally that is taking place.

Crowd: JUSTICE!

~We spot a fan seated against the side of a building with a cup, begging for change. He looks beat down. He’s wearing a Maurako shirt~

Maurako Fan: Change? CHANGE??

~The Maurako fan quits begging for change. A mob of angry fans are marching his way, toward the protestors. These people are older…they adorn the apparel featuring OCW’s classic and more controversial stars. A Vargas fan leads the charge with the Syren Fan from earlier pounding back a beer. A Lurrr fan is spotted. They stop when they see the protestors~

Syren Fan: Hey! What are those pussies doing blocking our path?!

Vargas Fan: Let’s fuck em up!

~The older mob is stopped by a man wearing a Paras t-shirt and, by his side, Deangelo Vickers~

Paras Fan: Gentlemen, please. Let’s cross this generational impasse and unite with our younger brethren under the OCW umbrella.

Deangelo Vickers: Yes, there’s no need for violence when peace and love and, most of all, understanding is easily…

Vargas Fan: Understand this!

~Vargas shoulders past Deangelo, knocking him to the ground. The Paras fan, who is no fool, gets out of the way. The millennial fans see the oncoming, cantankerous older crowd. They shout ‘JUSTICE FOR PETIA!’ the older crowd shouts ‘FUCK YOUR MOTHERS’. It’s getting pretty wild~

Syren Fan: NO MORE WOMEN IN THE HALL OF FAME!

MJ Bell Fan: IT BEATS JACKING OFF TO WIN A MATCH!

~The younger fans have gone too far. The older fans rush toward them with MURDER in their eyes. Thankfully, a rush of police officers in riot gear congeal to form a barrier, protecting both sides of fans. A small rumble breaks out with the older fans looking to break free while the younger fans continue to yell about justice. Cap Slock’s voice is heard from the rooftop~

Cap Slock: FANS! FANS! LEND ME YOUR EARS!

~The older fans pause and pretend to throw Cap Slock their ears. The younger generation are like “what the fuck?!” A fan sporting a Grenier shirt notices their lack of awareness and tries to leap over the cops to destroy them. Luckily, he’s restrained~

Cap Slock: WE ARE ABOUT TO BEGIN THE ENTRY PROCESS. FOR THOSE OF YOU WITH A TICKET, STEP UP TO THE FRONT DOOR WITH YOUR TICKET IN HAND. ONCE YOUR TICKET IS SCANNED YOU WILL BE PERMITTED ENTRANCE TO THE ROOF OF THE BUILDING. AS FOR EVERYONE ELSE, YOU ARE MORE THAN WELCOME TO WATCH THE EVENT FROM THE STREET INDULGING IN SNACKS, DRINKS, AND OCW LICENSED MERCHANDISE. WE HOPE YOU ALL HAVE A GREAT TIME!

~The millennial fans all reach for their phones, pulling up their tickets. The older generation look around, confused~

Lurrr Fan: Where do we buy our tickets?

SilverFreak Fan: Yea? Where do we buy our tickets? Excuse me! OCW security person…where can I get my ticket for rooftop seating?

~The OCW security person speaks into his radio. While doing so we see members of the millennial crowd get scanned into the building. With each scan the intensity within the older crowd grows~

Cap Slock: THE TICKETS WERE SOLD ONLINE AND ONLINE ONLY. THERE WILL BE NO SALES AT THE DOOR. I’M SORRY FOR THE CONFUSION.

~The older fans looks around. ONLINE?! What in tarnation?! A fan starts to hurl something at the suddenly cocky millennials. He looks down and realizes it’s his MACK FLASK. So, he reaches for his wallet and tosses that instead. It pelts an Andrea Hernandez fan in the head. She whimpers…the rest of the millennials boo and shout ‘INCEL!’ Things are kicking up. A limo with LIME GREEN trim slowly creeps by in the background. A group of Meyhu fans step out and avoid all the commotion, scanning their tickets and heading inside~

On Site Reporter: It’s getting wild out here, guys! I think an all-out riot is about to take place. These older fans are upset that the younger fans bought out all the roof top tickets!

~The police grow concerned as the older crowd starts pushing them, knocking the officers around. They, like most in the Bay Area, are afraid to use force. A few look to the spray bottles attached along their utility belt~

On Site Reporter: I’m told pepper spray has been replaced with tap water. Apparently the use of pepper spray was seen as a slight against the Latino community. Tap water, however, has a ton of unfiltered entities and could cause pink eye within a few days.

~The officers reach for their spray bottles of tap water when a horn sounds in the distance. A police motorcade leads an ambulance toward the front of Twitter HQ. The millennial fans look on with hope…the older fans are about to get really pissed. It stops and the back doors to the ambulance open, revealing PETIA HORAMOS! He’s bandaged and sporting with a slight limp as he’s helped across OCW’s red carpet, toward the front door with VIP accommodations. The millennial crowd gives a nice, golf clap with several saying~

MJ Fan: Justice of Petia

Andrea Fan: This.

Dan Fan: This, so much.

Syren Fan: What’s that [censored] doing here? Why’s he getting in? The only wrestling he does is between the sheets with that Dan fan over there!

Biff Fan: Did somebody say DAN?!

~The older generation charge forward, barreling over the inept police force. They consume the millennial crowd with punches and kicks. Petia is ushered into the building. The doors are slammed shut and locked. A brawl is underway with the older crowd looking very much in control. A few members of the millennial crowd try to throw spinning kicks and back fists but they are just leveled by good, old fashioned fists and take downs~

On Site Reporter: Chaos has broken out in the streets of San Francisco! My goodness…these fans are at one another’s throats! I’ve never seen anything like it! Thankfully Petia Horamos seems to be okay and is in store for a wonderful evening filled with intense action.

~OCW Security is seen trying to pull the physically inferior millennials from the fray and into the building. The older generation is too blinded by rage to notice the dwindling numbers. We cut back to the studio~

Newscaster: Hopefully we can get law and order restored out there before things get too out of control. But, yes, I will echo my colleague’s statement…so glad Petia Horamos is okay and received justice.

Random Voice: This, so much.

Newscaster: Now, onto our next story. Should bears continue to suffer segregation at local zoos or should we finally break down these antiquated ursine barriers. Let’s head to –

~The channel is instantly switched as a Vincent Langston fan sits on his couch, shaking his head at all the chaos~

Langston Fan: This is what the Legend fought for? Fucking hell

~He looks at the clock~

Langston Fan: Ah, it’s nearly nineteen hundred hours. Time for the show.

~He flips over to STARZ as the Social Justice video package is about to play~

~The video ends and we cut LIVE to the roof of Twitter HQ!!! It’s quite the scene!! Make shift stands are full of fans. The barricade surrounding the ring and lining the aisle way has fans walking around behind it in sort of a ‘pit’ area. There’s a small building that protrudes from the roof, an office of sorts. It’s the concession and backstage area. Atop it resides a Helipad with a blue ‘p’. Hmm. The fans chant “OCW!” Who’Re is in the ring~

Who’Re: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Social Justice!

~The crowd goes wild~

Who’Re: At this time I’d like to welcome tonight’s guest of honor…please, give a nice round of applause for the very strong, the very brave – Petia Horamos!!!

~We cut to a shot of Petia. He’s got the best seat in the house. Front row, facing the hard camera. Petia looks around with a smug expression. The fans on the roof chant ‘JUSTICE FOR PETIA!’ The fans on the street can be heard booing~

Smith: Hello again everyone and welcome to Social Justice!

Hood: Wow, man, what a venue! What a night! Electricity is in the air, my man…and I’m not just saying that because your hair looks wilder than usual

Smith: What are you talking about? My hair looks fine

Hood: Yea, but I made you second guess, didn’t I?

Smith: Childish pranks twenty seconds into the broadcast, wonderful. Folks we have a massive line up in front of us tonight. We are atop the Twitter Headquarters! Fans from all over the world have arrived to indulge in potentially the best show in company history

Hood: I think some of our fans need lessons on how to operate a smart phone

Smith: That was…regrettable. Regardless…we’re all here…there’s a giant screen attached to the side of Twitter HQ for the fans down below to enjoy the action. And, I’m told the beer is somewhat cheap this evening…so, that should keep them happy

Hood: How cheap?

Smith: -whispers-

Hood: Haha, you call that cheap? Fucking California

Smith: Competitors will do battle for title shots, friendships will face the ultimate test, and championships will witness bloodshed in their defense. It will be a night to remember!

~The scene opens up backstage in what was the co-office of General Manager Mike Zybala and Commissioner Greg. We can see Marcus Welsh sitting at the desk of Zybala enjoying his reestablished position as general manager. His feet are kicked up on the desk and hand are behind his head. His peace is broken however, when the office door flies open and in walks an miffed looking Zybala. Welsh just grins as Zybala storms over to the desk~

Welsh: Mike! What can your general manager do for you?

Zybala: You! You think you're so clever don't you?

~Welsh looks innocently at Zybala.~

Welsh: I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about Mike. I'm just acting g.m. while you're an active wrestling member of the roster. You can't make impartial decisions while you're in the running for a title. Well, you probably could, but better safe than sorry.

Zybala: You are one devious guy Marcus. I'll give you credit though, you know how to take advantage of any situation.

~Zybala turns to leave the office when Welsh calls after him.~

Welsh: Good luck in the tournament.

~Zybala turns and looks as if he has an angry comeback, but realization dawns on his face. He smiles.~

Zybala: Thank you Marcus! I'm actually happy to know that, for once, you're cheering me on!

~Welsh looks confused.~

Welsh: What do you mean?

Zybala: Well, you said as long as I'm wrestling, you're the g.m., correct?

Welsh:......yeeeeahhh....

Zybala: So that must mean you want me wrestling as long as possible! You WANT me to win the tournament! You WANT me to win the OCW title! You WANT me to become the face of OCW!! Because if all that happens, you get to stay in power, right? Thanks for your support, "boss."

~Zybala then leaves the office as Welsh slowly realizes the horrible "Sophie's Choice" he's in. He doesn't want to give up his control, but he certainly doesn't want Zybala as champion! Son of a bitch!! Either way, Zybala wins!~

Smith: Quite the conundrum our 'GM' is facing

Hood: Yep, he's back in charge...but, in order to STAY in charge, Zybala has to become OCW Champion

Smith: 2019 is not Welsh's year

Hood: Hey, like 9 months remain. He can turn this shit around!

Smith: We'll have to wait to find that out. In the meantime...how about some wrestling?

Hood: YUSSS

Smith: It's time to get this party started! Let's head down to ringside for our opening match!

Tag Team #1 Contenders Match
Team ATARI (1-0) vs. The Pretty Committee (0-0) vs. Jason Kortare & Jackson Black (0-0)

~The overwhelmingly millennial crowd atop the roof of Twitter HQ is READY! The sun is still burning down on the west coast. There is plenty of daylight to be had. The temperature is a very welcoming degree with an elegant breeze. The fans are sipping on craft beer while discussing the latest Daily KOS headlines. Belvedere clears his throat~

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…welcome to SOCIAL JUSTICE!

~The crowd goes batshit crazy! There are a few people sporting “JUSTICE FOR PETIA” t-shirts. How those are already available…I have no idea. But, they are there. The fans are ready for some action~

Belvedere: If you would please pull out your cellular devices and vote on the stipulation for tonight’s opening contest…a triple threat to determine the #1 Contenders to the OCW Tag Team Titles!!!

~He didn’t really have to tell these people to pull out their phones…they were already in hand~

Belvedere: And now, please select either Tornado Tag or Elimination Tag.

~All the millennials atop the roof go wild with their ridiculously fast finger strokes. We cut to a shot of the fans down below looking around, confused~

Smith: We’re about to get our first look at SOCIAL JUSTICE in action!

Hood: I already hate it…encourage these idiots to use their phones during a live event? WEAK ASS BOOKING

~A buzzer sounds~

Belvedere: And, let’s check the results…

~The crowd pops~

Smith: It looks like we’re going Elimination Style!

Hood: Interesting

Smith: Tornado, I’m told, is an incendiary term. There’s a movement to have it exclusively referred to as cyclone.

Hood: Why?

Smith: Because Tornado offends cyclone victims

Hood: But why?

Smith: Just call the match!

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is an Elimination Style tag team match! The winning team will go on to compete for the OCW Tag Team Championships!! Introducing first…

Smith: Interesting crowd here tonight…should be unpredictable who they choose to cheer for

Hood: Unpredictable? You kidding? These people are the most predictable humans on Earth

~ “2001: A Space Odyssey” hits! The fans who aren’t familiar with Team ATARI are 100% familiar with this tune. They all turn toward the entrance. Team ATARI appears to a huge ovation!!! Fans try to chant their individual names but, I mean, c’mon. So, they chant ‘ATARI’. We get a cut to the shot down below…fans are busy reminiscing over the old video game system from thirty…nearly forty years ago. Team ATARI rush to the ring and slide in under the bottom rope. They climb a couple of corners and look out at the fans that surround the arena. 7800 looks up at the chamber hanging overhead~

Belvedere: At a total combined weight of 398lbs…2600, 7800…Team ATARI!!!

Smith: Team ATARI were viciously attacked last week by The Pretty Committee. They will be looking for payback tonight.

Hood: The Pretty Committee is simply looking to rid the world of ugly people. I think they located a good starting point.

~"Welcome to the Party" French Montana (Feat. Lil' Pump & Zhavia Ward) hits. The fans all stand and give Kortare and Jackson Black a chance before making their minds up over which way to lean. It doesn’t take the crowd down below that long at all…a chorus of BOOS sound out from several stories beneath our current location. Kortare emerges looking as arrogant as ever. Jackson Black is alongside, appearing confident. They make the short walk to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope. Team ATARI are in their assigned corner, Kortare and Black pop to their feet and look at their opponents with disgust~

Smith: I don’t think this is what Jason had in mind when he joined OCW

Hood: The dude is a headliner…he’s a showman…he’s ELITE. And…he’s in there with two guys who think Halloween is some daily event? Fuck outta here

Smith: I wouldn’t sell Team ATARI short, Hood

Hood: Why not? They are the literal definition of SHORT

Smith: They could very easily leave tonight as the new #1 Contenders

Hood: Nope…Kortare asked for this match. He received it. Welsh is in charge as long as Zybala jacks himself off in that tournament…we’re about to see some LEGIT competitors rise above all the losers

Belvedere: At a total combined weight of 464lbs…the team of Jason Kortare and Jackson Black!!!

~The fans give a very polite applause. Kortare and Black don’t seem to care. This bothers the millennial crowd. They have to pause and rethink their reaction. While they do, “Baby I'm Worth It” by Fifth Harmony plays throughout the venue. The streets of San Francisco are filled with the song. The fans down below boo the shit out of it. They HATE this music. Veronica Taylor and Bianca Davis emerge from within the backstage ‘area’ of tonight’s event. They pause and pose…a few ‘hired’ photographers rush around them, taking photos~

Smith: Ugh

Hood: They want to remember this moment, Smith. The moment when The Pretty Committee took over the tag team division in OCW

~Taylor and Davis walk in a very practiced motion toward the ring. Kortare and Black are discussing strategy. 7800 and 2600 are looking in the direction of their attackers. Davis and Taylor hop atop the apron. They pose for a few more photos. Taylor yells at a photographer. He hops onto the apron and opens the ropes. The two beautiful women slip on into the ring and parade around for more pictures. The millennial fans boo, slightly. A few of the guys look uncomfortable. One of them is overheard saying, “Give them their moment. This is their time.” The booing ceases as everyone seems to agree. Petia is leaning forward, gazing at the two women~

Belvedere: And the third and final team…at a total combined weight of 263lbs…Veronica Taylor, Bianca Davis…The Pretty Committee!!!

~Belvedere exits and the bell sounds. Davis takes a stance on the apron. 7800 does the same. Kortare allows Black the opportunity to start the match. The crowd sits down and let’s their anticipation be heard via a low, respectful murmur~

Smith: Okay, so a member from each team will be eligible at all times. Once a person is pinned, that team is eliminated.

Hood: Or submitted

Smith: Yes, or…

Hood: Or Knocked Out

Smith: Yes! All those things…once a person from a team is eliminated, so is their team. We will go until one team remains…that team will be the #1 Contender to the OCW Tag Team Championships

~2600 will begin things for Team ATARI. Veronica Taylor is starting off for The Pretty Committee. And, we’ve got Jason Kortare kicking things off for his team. Veronica Taylor wastes no time in heading toward the center of the ring. She starts to pose. The fans want to boo her arrogance but, then again, it is HER TIME. Bianca Davis poses on the apron. Jason Kortare looks at Jackson Black. 2600 looks at 7800. Neither team seems to be enjoying this show of narcissism~

Smith: The Pretty Committee doing…umm, their thing

Hood: They are so hot

Smith: Yes, but it takes more than being HOT to be successful in this business. A LOT more

~2600 takes off and delivers a spinning heel kick to Bianca Davis!! She goes flying off the apron, slamming into the barricade. The fans want to cheer, but, again, they aren’t sure if they should. Taylor is appalled at 2600’s actions. She starts to head that way but is grabbed by Jason. She turns around and slaps Jason across the face~

Smith: Uh oh

Hood: She fucked up

~Kortare drills Taylor in the gut with a knee. She falls to her knees. He hooks her for a piledriver. He cross her legs, lifts her up and drops her straight on her head!!! Taylor’s body goes limp. Kortare makes the cover. 2600 stands back and watches~

3!!!

Smith: The Pretty Committee are eliminated! Wow! That was fast!

Hood: I guess they weren’t ready for PPV

Smith: Evidently not

~Taylor rolls out of the ring. She’s helped to the back along with her partner, Bianca Davis. This leaves Team ATARI facing Jason Kortare and Jackson Black~

Smith: One of these two teams will go on to face the OCW Tag Team Champions

Hood: Hopefully they deserve it more than the fucking Pretty Committee

~Kortare turns his attention to 2600. They lock up! Kortare uses his size advantage to bully 2600 into a corner. 7800 is overheard yelling “DILLY DILLY” from their team’s corner. Kortare lifts a huge knee into 2600’s chest. He hip tosses 2600 into the center of the ring. 2600 sits up, favoring his back. Kortare runs forward and throws a penalty kick into 2600’s back!! 2600 flattens out, arching his back~

Smith: Jason Kortare using that size advantage here early on

Hood: The guy is phenomenally talented, Smith. I don’t know why he has to face these masked freaks

Smith: Because, in OCW, you earn opportunities

~Kortare grabs 2600 by the bottom of the mask, yanking him to his feet. He whips him into his team’s corner. 2600 slams hard into the buckles. Kortare charges in and squashes 2600 with a huge splash. He reaches out and tags in his partner, Jackson Black! Black steps in and stomps the guts of 2600…2600 falls to the mat…Black continues to stomp until there isn’t much left of 2600. The fans start to boo Black~

Smith: Fans are clearly behind Team ATARI

Hood: Fucking gay ass video game generation

Smith: You don’t like Team ATARI?

Hood: Fuck no, that one guy can’t even talk!

~We overhear 7800 yell “DILLY! DILLY!” from his team’s corner. Black yanks 2600 up and whips him into the ropes…2600 bounces off. Black throws a clothesline. 2600 ducks…he hits the ropes again, bounces off and leaps into the air. Black catches him!! Black drops to one knee, cracking 2600’s ribs over his knee. He rises back up and throws 2600 over his head with a Fall Away Slam!! Black pops back to his feet, in total control~

Smith: Team ATARI appear to be overmatched so far

Hood: Wow, who would have guessed

Smith: BUT…it’s not over

~2600 moves around, trying to crawl to his corner. Black runs over and kicks him in the ribs. He yanks 2600 into the center of the ring and jumps into the air, dropping an elbow across 2600’s back. He pops back to his feet, yanking 2600 back up. He whips 2600 into a neutral corner…2600 hits hard. Black charges in and flies through the air with a splash…2600 rolls out of the way!!! Black SLAMS into the corner! The roof top applauds! Black stumbles around, dropping to one knee. 7800 yells, “DILLY! DILLY!” 2600 begins to crawl toward his partner~

Smith: Here we go! Make the tag!

Hood: WHY CAN’T WE HAVE NICE THINGS

Smith: Relax…Team ATARI could be the second coming of Perfectly Marvelous

Hood: I cannot believe you just said that

~2600 gets closer and closer to 7800. He’s about to tag him when he’s suddenly dragged back by Jackson!! The fans boo!! 2600 turns around and throws a kick at Jackson. Jackson catches his leg…he’s got both legs now. He falls backward, catapulting 2600 through the air and front first into his team’s corner! Black returns to his feet and tags Kortare back in. Kortare spins 2600 around and measures him up, delivering a straight right hand to 2600’s jaw~

Smith: This is…well, it’s looking like a beat down

Hood: Kortare and Jackson Black are making a name for themselves!

Smith: If 2600 could, somehow, get to 7800 then Team ATARI might have a shot at coming back…otherwise, yea, I don’t see them winning

~Kortare kicks 2600 in the gut and hoists him up, onto the top buckle. He steps onto the middle buckle, secures 2600, jumps off and drops him with a superplex!! The ring shakes with impact!! Kortare rolls 2600 over and makes the pin~

Kick Out!

Smith: Team ATARI is still in this!

Hood: C’mon, Jason…squash these two pests!

~Kortare looks at Scruff as if to say “Come on, get with it!” Scruff holds up two fingers. Kortare pulls 2600 up and delivers a vicious forearm upper cut. 2600 stumbles back…he hits the middle rope, ricochets off and leaps through the air, spearing Kortare!!! The fans explode!! “ATARI!” chants fill the roof top!! Kortare is down, holding his abdomen~

Smith: Kortare is down! C’mon, 2600! Tag in 7800!

Hood: What the fuck are you even saying? When did OCW become calculus?

Smith: Hey, I didn’t name them, okay?

~2600 crawls toward 7800! 7800 has his arm extended, eager to get into the match. 2600 is almost there…he reaches out and…NO!!! Kortare pulls him back into the center of the ring! The fans BOOOO. Kortare gets to his feet, holding his abs. He stomps the shit out of 2600…stomping him like the dude owes him money. Once he’s nearly eviscerated 2600…he turns and violently tags Jackson Black~

Smith: Ugh, man…that might be it for Team ATARI

Hood: Kortare is a fucking badass

Smith: A very impressive wrestler, no doubt

~Kortare steps onto the apron, rubbing his impacted midsection. Black pulls 2600 to his feet and delivers a high knee. 2600 falls into a corner. Black doesn’t charge in, this time. Instead he hustles in and drives a knee into 2600’s gut. He hooks a doubled over 2600 and spins around…he spins around two or three times, looking for a sit out powerbomb…2600, though, manages to wiggle free and drop Black with a tornado DDT!!! The roof top explodes!!! Black’s head slams into the mat!! He flips over, onto his back, seeing stars!! The fans are back chanting “ATARI!” 2600 crawls toward 7800…these fans are white hot for this tag~

Smith: Make the tag! C’mon! You’re almost there!

Hood: Damnit, Jackson…get your fucking ass up! Let’s go!

~Black rolls onto his stomach. He sees 2600 crawling toward 7800. He hurries to get him. He reaches for the bottom of 2600’s shoe. 2600 dives forward and he MAKES THE TAG!!! The crowd goes wild!! 7800 leaps over the top rope, into the ring shouting “DILLY! DILLY!” The fans chant “DILLY! DILLY!” Black is on his knees, holding his hands up. 7800 runs right through him with a flying knee!!! Kortare enters into the ring. 7800 hits the ropes, charges at Kortare and takes his legs out with a dropkick. 7800 is back on his feet…he hits the ropes again and blasts Kortare in the side of the head with a knee!! Kortare rolls out of the ring, holding his head! 7800 is on his feet with the fans 100% behind him~

Smith: Wow! Team ATARI…or, should I say…7800 is cleaning house!

Hood: What the fuck is going on?!

~Black gets to his feet, stumbling around. 7800 hurries over and tags 2600 before Kortare can regather his wits. 7800 hoists Black onto his shoulders. He tosses him up and drops him across his knee with Donky Kong’s Revenge (GTS)!!!! Black falls onto his back, unconscious. 2600 is perched on the top rope. Kortare appears, looking in…ready to get back into the ring. 2600 leaps off the top with Ode to the Hardy (Swanton Bomb)!!! He connects!! Right after he connects 7800 goes flying through the ropes, taking Kortare out with a suicide dive!!! 2600 makes the cover, Scruff slides in with the count…the fans chant along~

3!!!!

~The bell rings as all the fans jump up in celebration!! ‘TEAM ATARI!’ is heard throughout the entire city of San Francisco! We see Flashback 2 hustle to the ring, sliding in. 7800 rolls into the ring as 2600 gets to his feet, wincing from the punishment he took. Flashback 2 stands between the two men and raises their hands as Belvedere announces~

Belvedere: Here are your winners…and the #1 Contenders to the OCW Tag Team Championship….TEAM ATARI!!!!!

Smith: Wow! What a win! Listen to his crowd!

Hood: I fear for the future of this race, Smith.

Smith: Team ATARI with a huge win. What a way to open the show!

Hood: Fuckin bullshit. Jason Kortare is a STAR. Losing in the opening match…fuck this shit

Smith: Calm down, Hood. Kortare’s career is just beginning. I’m sure he’ll have many more opportunities moving ahead.

Hood: blah blah blah

Smith: Folks, we’re off to a hot start here tonight! This crowd is on fire! Stay tuned as Social Justice rolls on!

~The camera cuts backstage, to find a blonde teenager in a leather jacket, holding a microphone. This is, of course, Hayley Robinson, known until very recently as Hellraven, and whose match is set to begin within moments. As if aware of this fact, the youngster wastes no time bringing the microphone to her lips to address her opponent for the night:~

Hayley Robinson: Hey yo Ariel...I ain't sure if y'all hearin' this or not...but I got summin' to say.

~The blonde hesitates for a second, as if unsure of how best to say what she has in mind, then appears to make up her mind, nodding to herself as she continues:~

Hayley: Fact is, I owe y'all an apology. Y'all were right 'bout what y'all said 'bout me bein' up my own ass. I had hella shit goin' on, but that ain't no reason to look past y'all an' leave y'all hangin'. An' I know Coach ain't give a shit 'bout nobody, but that ain't me. That ain't my thing. So Ariel...I'm sorry, fam. For real.

~The girl formerly known as Hellraven pauses once more to measure her words, or perhaps just for effect, before continuing:~

Hayley: Don't get things twisted, tho'. Just 'cause I'm sorry, ain't mean I ain't 'bout to give y'all hell out there in a hot sec. Hell no. I respect the shit out y'all, Ariel, but this right here? This my night, mo'fucka. This my way of sayin' fuck you to err'body out there be sayin' we done got the consolation prize. Err'body out there feelin' sorry for our asses 'cause we ain't make it to the big time. Fuck feelin' sorry! Fuck the consolation prize! This is the big time, mo'fuckas! An' me an' Ariel done made it! We ain't need no handouts! We ain't need y'all to feel sorry for us! We belong here, just as much as any o' them other assholes goin' out there tonight. An' I ain't know 'bout you...but I'm finna show it here in a hot sec.'

~Hayley pauses yet again, this time clearly to catch her breath, before concluding:~

Hayley: So Ariel...no hard feelin's or nothin'...but I'm a-goin' for that title shot tonight. An' yeah, I'm prob'ly finna choke when I get there, but yo...the way I see it...chokin' at the finish line better'n never gettin' there at all.'

~Hayley smiles, for what is probably the first time in a week or so, as she concludes:~

Hayley: So yeah...good luck, Ariel. Y'all finna need it.

~With that, the youth quite literally drops the mic as she strides off-frame, headed for her match.~

Smith: Hayley Robinson...formerly known as Hellraven with the most high profile match of her career coming up in moments

Hood: You get the sense that she's good...but not good enough to beat the upper echelon around here

Smith: Ariel Shadows defines the upper echelon, Hood. She's a superstar. Hayley has her work cut out tonight.

#1 Contender to the Paradigm Championship
Hayley Robinson (10-6) vs. Ariel Shadows (5-1)

~The theme for Friday the 13th hits and the crowd gathers to its feet.~

Hood: Wait a minute you, you know what that means when the music hits.

Smith: yeah. Run for your lives because Jason is going kill you.

Hood: well, yeah, but it also means TLS is here.

~There are some cheers and a smattering of boos as TLS appears on the aisle. The camera cuts to a group of women on the roof holding up signs that say " Equality for All!", "TLS is a Chauvinist Pig", "Women are better than Men". One the street we see a bunch of men with signs that read, " Women belong in the kitchen", "Go make me a sandwich".~

Smith: Well, I thought it was time for our number one contenders' match for the Paradigm Title...

~TLS slowly makes his way to the ring. He walks by a young female fan holding up a sign with hearts circled around Ariel Shadows. TLS snatches the sign and rips it up. The camera gets a close up of the little girl crying.

Hood: TLS, making girls cry. He seems to be good at that.

Smith: What is he doing here anyway? He's not booked for Social Justice.

Hood: Maybe he wants a front row seat of what should be an exciting match between HellRaven and Ariel Shadows.

~TLS slides under the bottom rope and stands in the middle of the ring. He grabs the mic from the Belvedere and points for him to leave the ring.~

TLS: I'll take it from here.

Hood: I don't know what is going on.

~TLS waves his hand upwards as there are dueling chants. "Men are Pigs" on the roof and "Women are weak" sounding out down from the street. ~

Smith: TLS has really been frustrated lately with the fact that women are wrestling in the OCW.

Hood: Well, women have been a part of OCW for a long time. Why is he upset now?

Smith: Looks like we are going to find out.

~TLS motions for the crowd to quiet down as he paces back and forth in the ring.~

TLS: For years, men like me put our blood, sweat, and tears to make this business great. We sacrificed our health, and our well being to build a foundation for generations to come to appreciate and admire this sport. But our lives are threatened, our climeibility is being ruined. All that we have worked to build will come crumbling to the ground if we let this continue. Some of you may think that I am bitter because the OCW didn't book me in a match at this Pay Per View when everybody one the roster has a match. NO! I'm not mad. I'm disgusted. I'm ashamed of all these men who can come out here and let themselves be manhandled by women half their size. They are turning this sport into a joke.

Hood: The women in the crowd don't like that. Listen to the boos Smith.

Smith: TLS seems to be stuck in 1965. It was a good year, don't get me wrong...

TLS: So I'm out here, not because I wanted to but because I owe it to all the fans in the OCW to make sure that you get your money's worth. I gave Gruff a six pack and a picture of The Inclimeible One's daughter Jenna and told him to take a breather. I'll referee this match.

Smith: Man, the fans don't like this either, listen to the boos from the crowd!

The Camera focuses on 6 TLS fans sitting in the nosebleeds who are cheering. One is holding a large sign bearing the Fisher Price logo.~

TLS: So without further ado, lets get this match started!

"Jan Brady" by Lunachicks starts to play as the most of the fans begin to cheer.~

TLS: CUT THE MUSIC!!!

The cheers quickly turn into boos.~

TLS: I gave Belvedere a breather so quiet down and keep the music off as I make the introductions.

Hood: Okay, this is getting out of hand. Who authorized this?

Smith: It might have been Welsh. We all know Zybala wouldn't let this happen.

TLS: (in a very monotone voice) Coming to the ring standing 6 foot 1 and weighing 141 pounds hailing from who the hell cares. She is the one the only Ariel "who is so ugly she needs to stay in the" Shadows!

~Ariel Shadows comes out, immediately throwing her denim ring jacket down. TLS holds up a hand, prompting Ariel to stay at the top of the ramp.~

TLS: Wait. I'm not done yet. I was going to introduce your opponent and was hoping you would skip to the ring hand in hand like little school girls.

Smith: Ariel looks PISSED right now!

Hood: I knew she wasn't in a good mood all week to begin with, but TLS is really pushing some buttons right now. He's sitting his ass on the whole control panel and just wiggling around.

~Somehow Ariel remains patient enough to wait where she stands. TLS mimics a pose from an old timey ring announcer and continues his sarcastic schpiel.

TLS: And her opponent standing at 4 foot 6 and weighing 95 pounds hailing from the wrong side of the bed, it is the one...the only....Hayley Robinson!

~Hayley Robinson, in cutoff jorts and a faded Warped Tour tank top, comes out even more wound up than Ariel. In fact, Ariel is nudged with a shoulder by Hayley on her way beelining down to the ring!~

Smith: HERE WE GO!

~Hayley rolls in under the bottom rope, but upon standing up is reminded (across the ring) by TLS that assaulting an official results in hefty penalty, including disqualification. This keeps her from finishing the charge, waiting for Ariel who simply says "Hayley, you really gotta calm down" while passing a camera on the way into the ring. With Hayley and Ariel finally in their corners, and not focused on TLS, the bell can finally ring.~

Smith: We're set to go now here, with two women who are very well known for their ability to strike.

Hood: And they got one hell of a good introduction too. With TLS as a referee? Gives this match that extra star power, you know?

~Ariel reaches out, inching her way towards Hayley (who is actually 5'7", not 4'6", but still looks short compared to Ariel) but is sent away with a swatting overhand blow that she narrowly dodges. Ariel steps in, trying to force Raven back, but Raven throws a toe kick to the gut that hits Ariel for little to no damage, but does stop her briefly from advancing. When Hayley tries a spinning lariat early on, Ariel ducks down. Hayley soon finds herself backed against the ropes, and Ariel's response to this is to grab onto the top ropes at each corner, holding onto while pressing her shoulder into the chest of Hayley Robinson. ~

Smith: And Ariel Shadows neutralizes Hayley in the corner, depriving her of the distance needed to strike!

Hood: Isn't Ariel supposed to be some kind of karate wizard? What does she know about wrestling?

Smith: Enough to keep her opponent from doing anything to her for the time being! Hey, why isn't the referee trying to break it up! Where's the five count?

Hood: He's just content to let them go at it, apparently.

~Hayley is unable to formulate a gameplan to escape the corner, and TLS does not seem interested in breaking things up. It is Ariel herself who releases, yelling back "THAT'S FIVE!" to TLS.~

Smith: And thank God Ariel has a sense of sportsmanship!

Hood: It's almost disgusting, to tell you the damn truth.

Smith: No, TLS is the one who's disgusting! He knows full well he was supposed to do a five count! This is all just some big stunt so he can get some camera time without having to wrestle, because he knows either of these women would give him a real run for his money!

~Hayley charges out of the corner trying to take advantage, but is flipped over quickly with an arm drag takedown. Ariel turns the arm up and around her knee, twisting the shoulder back.~

Smith: Now she lays her down flat on her face after the arm drag, keeping the arm firmly in her posession...

~Ariel applies a crucifix of sorts to the arm with a legscissors, using her hands to lift herself up and apply the pressure onto the elbow and shoulder. Hayley lets out a loud "SHIIIIT!!" when she does so.~

Smith: Look at this move!

Hood: Looking right at it!

~The best Hayley can do to break free is to sit out, but Ariel is still behind her. Ariel uses a simple hammerlock to almost push her back up to a standing position. Hayley throws a couple of backwards elbows.~

Smith: Ariel is trying to control the pace of this match, and settle down her much younger opponent.

Hood: Are you calling Ariel Shadows old?

Smith: Absolutely not! But Hayley Robinson is like ninteen or twenty!

Hood: Well, Ariel Shadows IS old, and she's also getting elbowed in the side of the head right now!

~Hayley, freshly out of the incarceration of the hold, quickly runs to the ropes in an attempt to land a big move. A running lariat is ducked, but Hayley is not done trying. There is another set of ropes to run to and bounce from.~

Smith: And Hellr-excuse me, Hayley Robinson...

Hood: Why stop? Our graphics people still call her Hellraven

Smith: I'm sure that was printed before they knew of the change. It's no excuse to get it wrong on commentary, Hood. We are professionals!

~The artist formerly known as Hellraven leaps up with a front kick.~

Hood: Hellraven, Raven, Hayley, she's still a squawking little bird-

Smith: LEG SCREW TAKEDOWN BY ARIEL SHADOWS!

~Ariel locks in a standing knee hold, leaning away as Hayley tries to reach up and strike her. Ariel tels Hayley to "settle down" but is met back with a "FUCK YOU!" that might not be picked up completely by ringside microphones, but was picked up by nearly all of the fans' ears on the rooftop of Twitter HQ. A loud gasp is heard from them. TLS; who since being admonished by Ariel for not counting in the corner has not even paid attention to the match, looks back and says "NO DIRTY WORDS OR YOU WILL BE DISQUALIFIED!" before turning back to arguing with two liberal fans, leaning on the top rope.~

Hood: Don't waste your breath, TLS!

~SLAM! Ariel drops down and slams Hayley's leg into the canvas. Standing back up, she holds onto the ankle and looks back down, asking if Hayley is "sure you wanna do it like this?" Despite being in a lot of pain, and being drowned out by the fans, Hayley remains defiant with a pair of middle fingers in Ariel's face. The crowd now bursts into a roaring cheer, and Ariel now allows everyone to see the frustration on her face. TLS, meanwhile, is still trying to flag down the concessions stand to bring him a hot dog.~

Smith: Oh my goodness! I don't think making her mad is such a good idea!

~Ariel looks up for just one second, and that is all Hayley needs to kick her away with the free leg. Hayley kips up, preparing for a returning Ariel. Ariel reaches in to grapple Hayley again, but a slap to the face made her forget what she was doing for a second there. Hayley abruptly springboards to the top rope, just as TLS leans on it again a couple feet away to point and yell at the same fans. She falls straight from the rope to the floor, the camera not able to see her landing and the fans shocked at the impact! A second camera reveals she is not seriously hurt, but definitely angry.~

Smith: What was that about? Thank God Hayley wasn't hurt!

Hood: Well maybe she should have watched where she was going!

~The crowd boos heavily, as a livid Hayley wants to know "TH' FUCK WAS DAT?" Now back in the ring, TLS finds himself facing down both Ariel Shadows and Hayley Robinson, the crowd gearing up. TLS shrugs, telling them to get back to wrestling before he throws the match out for non-competence. Ariel and Hayley glance at each other, back at TLS...then charge forward!~

Smith: Leg sweep by Ariel, discus lariat by Hayley! TLS is out!

~Now the people are happy, cheering as TLS stands at ringside in awe. He throws his hands up, yelling "FUCK THIS I'M OUT" as he leaves the ring, jawing with the fans who are quick to point out two women just ejected him. ~

Smith: Finally, can we get a real referee out here?

~Shadows, feeling completely disrespected, continues to motion for TLS to head down the ramp. She’s a veteran, she’s received the negative treatment for years…she’s fed up. While she’s doing this, Robinson sneaks up behind her and jumps into the air, striking Ariel in between the shoulder blades with a knee!! Ariel falls through the ropes. Shadows struggles to her feet, stunned by what’s happened~

Smith: Hayley taking advantage of a distracted Ariel Shadows!

Hood: There you go…she’s learning

~Hayley spins around with a back kick into Ariel’s gut. She hooks Shadows, lifts her over the top rope and drops her onto the canvas with a suplex. Hayley steps through the ropes, hops onto the top rope, springboards off and drops a guilltone leg drop across the throat of Shadows. She makes the cover. SCRUFF suddenly appears, sliding in to make the count~

Kick Out!

Smith: Kick out by Ariel Shadows!

Hood: Hell…err…the young one needs to stay on top of Ariel

Smith: Agreed

Hood: If she lets Ariel recover…she’s going to have a very angry ‘mentor’ to deal with

~Hayley is clearly frustrated by tries to move past it…show some maturity and some patience. She returns to her feet, poised to strike Ariel. Ariel rises. Hayley charges at Ariel, throwing a spinning heel kick. Ariel ducks the leg! He snares both of Hayley’s legs and spins her around for a moment before lifting her up and slamming her into the mat with a SPINEBUSTER!! Hayley reaches for her back, in pain. Shadows doesn’t quit. She yanks Hayley up and looks at her…she shakes her head, an act that could be interpreted as disappointment. She hoists Hayley onto her shoulders and drivers her into the mat with a DVD!!! Ariel goes for the pin. Scruff makes the count~

Shoulder UP!!

Smith: Hayley survived!

Hood: Man, barely…Ariel’s on a roll

Smith: Indeed…the veteran prowess and equanimity are beginning to tilt the scales in her favor

~Ariel remains calm. She pulls Hayley to her feet and boots her in the gut. She hoists Hayley up for a powerbomb. Hayley punches Ariel in the head. She throws a downward elbow strike, staggering Ariel. Robinson turns her position into a hurricanrana!! She rolls Ariel up for the pin!! The crowd rises! Scruff slides in~

KICK OUT!

Smith: Wow!! She was so close!

Hood: The kid won’t quit.

Smith: She’s looking to make a living in this business, Hood

Hood: True, she’s got birds to feed

~Hayley gets to her feet, wincing. She’s still feeling the pain of Ariel’s offense. She hesitates for a moment, clearly frustrated. The fans urge her to STAY FOCUSED. Ariel pops up and takes Hayley’s feet out from under her! Robinson falls down, the back of her head hitting the mat. Ariel grabs both of Hayley’s legs and falls back with a slingshot!! Hayley flies through the air and comes down, throat first over the top rope. Ariel is already back on her feet. She spins Hayley around, boots her in the gut…lifts her up for a suplex and brings her down with a neckbreaker!!! The crowd groans. That looks bad. Hayley is down. Ariel makes the cover~

KICK OUT!

Smith: She kicked out! The kid is still alive!

Hood: Now that she has a real name and not some club house bull shit nickname…is she…still a kid?

Smith: Good question

~Shadows, on her knees, looks down at Hayley with fatigued impression. Hayley is leaving her mark on Ariel and the wrestling world tonight. Ariel pulls Hayley up. She whips Robinson into the ropes…Hayley reverses and throws a knee into Ariel’s gut!! Ariel staggers forward, doubling over. Hayley throws some kicks into the back of Ariel’s legs. Ariel stands upright and turns around, with a slight limp. Hayley greets her with palm strikes to the face. Ariel’s head bobbles around after each strike. Hayley’s face is flush…she’s breathing heavily. Ariel finally brings Hayley in with a knee lift of her own to cease the striking. The fans are on their feet, cheering the two women on~

Smith: Listen to these fans? They are on their feet for this action!

Hood: Fuck man, I can barely keep up!

~Ariel and Hayley simultaneously latch onto one another, locking up the collar with their left hands and drilling into one another with right hands!~

Hood: Oh, that's what I'm talking about! Throw that mat wrestling shit out the window and do what you're best at!

Smith: Good Lord! They are just tearing each other apart!

~Right hand by Ariel! Right hand by Hayley! Right hand by Ariel! Right hand by Hayley!~

Hood: This is what it's all about! Fight for your right!

~Right hand by Ariel! Right hand by Hayley!

Smith: I think Ariel is busted open...