LIVE! Monday October 31st 2023
FROM: Strader Estate
Houston, Texas
~The OCW Faithful are on their feet after the open intro and for the performance Rob Zombie has been putting on for them the last two nights. The band starts to play the White Zombie classic “More Human Than Human” as the OCWTron lights up. The Grizzly Beer Championship belt appears on it and its previous champions from “The Celtic Fury” Jacob Figgins, Riona Langly, Matt Stone, Johnny Maverick and resting on the man the championship was made for, PWA Hall of Fame inductee Sirus Moran with his beloved Teddy Bear known as AI. The image settles on Beretta Blade and Jack Sullivan Jr.
~Next the brand new PWA United States Championship appears and the Faithful pop as the last OCW Champion SYNN is shown being her strange self licking her championship belt then to the last OCW Piledriver Champion Alexandra Calaway, old lady to John Strader and her championship belts from different promotions, will she add a fourth?~
~Finally the PWA World Championship in its new design is on the OCWTron and begins to flash through its champions, all PWA Hall of Fame Inductees starting with Sirus Moran, the brothers Chamelion and Raizzor, Meghan Strader’s widower Dustin “Thunderwolf'' Kelser, Mark McNasty (who oddly looks like Curt Canon), Rob Robinson aka The Phoenix, Anna Mathews, Simon Kalis (ex-husband of Tamika Strader), Riona Langly, Matt Stone, Matthew “The Virus” Engel, and Scott Nash Strader with the family sneer. The last image shows AW legend Corey Black and the arrogant smirk of Matt “The Raven” Knox.~
~The band finishes the song and “Four Little Diamonds” starts to play and the OCW Faithful are on their feet as Tamika Strader steps out from behind the curtain that is under the OCWTron leading to the massive tent that houses backstage area and dressing rooms. She is followed out by Bill Moseley dressed as Chop Top but more of the look from the lost movie “American Chainsaw Massacre” ‘cause why the fuck not?~
Jon McDaniel: Welcome folks to the concluding night of THE TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE! Last night Outsiders stole the show with Helmet winning, the tag champs Max Rotten and Gilbert retaining, Donnie Harris dethroning Fanny for the Streaming Service title and Vaughn taking the Outsiders world title from Lord Allton!
Brian Rentfro: And Outcast had a title change with Toxicita beating Colossus for the Rise World title and that beast Braddock retaining his title. I have to admit Jon, I am excited to see PWA championships being fought for tonight. It does feel like a brand new era!
Jon McDaniel: That is does, Brian! Ahh the boss is in the ring, let’s hear what she has to say!
Tamika Strader: Once again, I would like to welcome everyone to Night Two of the Texas Chainsaw Massacre! Tonight, the new era truly begins as Online Championship Wrestling will host three very important title matches. First, we have the battle of the second generation stars in Beretta Blade taking on Jack Sullivan Jr for the historic PWA Grizzly Beer Championship. Normally the champion chooses the match gimmick/stipulation but since it’s crowning a new champion, I chose the London Burning match.
Chop Top: Yep, dem two hog bitches will fight in a cage that is on fuckin’ fire, baby!
Tamika Strader: That’s right, Choppy! The cage has holes in the bars where the propane will come out of and will be set on fire. It will continuously get hotter the longer the match goes on and a risk of the competitors getting caught on fire. It’s gonna be a barn burner!
Chop Top: There’s also dem two bitches fighting it out with taped fists covered in glue that has the bits of the broken chainsaw chains by dumb as rocks brother Bubba busted all up. Bubba won’t need to do much butchering after for dinner!
Tamika Strader: I promise there won’t be any actual cannibalism, after all, hashtag Tamika cares! Anyway, then we have the Franklin’s Demise match to crown a brand new World Champion in the PWA. Corey has been a good friend to the Strader family over the years, and he deserves this chance. And of course, just because I have a sense of humour, I wanted to give Knox a chance to irritate everyone if he happens to win it, and we all know he will!
Chop Top: So buckle of ya bitches, and get for a ride… TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE STYLE!!!!!!!!!
~The OCW Faithful pop, nd just before they leave the ring, Tamika has one last thing to say.~
Tamika Strader: It’s been stated before, but this event is dedicated to the memory of my big sister, Meghan Strader-Kelser, so to all the wrestlers competing tonight… give it our all not just for the Original Cowgirl From Hell but for yourselves as well! Let’s get this party started!!!!!!!!!!!!!
~The two head backstage as we move to ringside.~
Jon McDaniel: This is gonna be a great night, Brian!
Brian Rentfro: First we have the Escape match between that jobber Mad Max against the god damn junkie, Tearra Skye!
Jon McDaniel: An appetizer!
ESCAPE ROOM MATCH
Jon McDaniel: Well, Tamika has really gone all out on the Texas Chainsaw Massacre theme of the show these last two nights!
Brian Rentfro: Just keep Leatherface away from me!
Jon McDaniel: Scared, Brian?
Brian Rentfro: No, but they must be method actors ‘cause you can smell’em a mile away!
Jon McDaniel: From what the boss told me, this is an Escape Room match, first of its kind but our associate Mr. Belvedere will be laying out the details.
Belvedere: The first match of the evening is an Escape Room match! The object of the match is to take one of the Chainsaws provided and cut through the wooden walls! The officiator of the match is TPW’s own Lindsay Wallace! Introducing first!
~”Give it Away” by the RHCP starts to play and the OCW Faithful give a warm pop for OCW star TEARRA SKYE!~
~ Tearra Skye runs out from behind the curtain, large smile across her face as she pumps her fist in the air. ~
Belvedere: hailing from Pierrefonds, Québec weighing in at 135lbs… she is… TEARRA SKYE!!!!
~ Tearra sprints to the ring, jumps to the apron and flips over the top rope, thrusting her fists in the air as she rises up. ~
Belvedere: And her opponent...
~”Brickhouse” by Rob Zombie starts to play live from the band, amping the crowd up. and the OCW Faithful do give a pop for MAD MAX, OCW and TPW Enhancement talent that wasn’t always that. The very tall and built like a shit brickhouse Mad Max steps out from behind the curtain, watching the screen behind her as Rob Zombie and band play her theme from the bandstand over behind the bleachers.~
Belvedere: hailing from Marieville, Quebec... standing in at a staggering 6’4 and 210 lbs... she is.... MAD MAX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
~Max turns to look down at the ring but looks above first at the wooden box.~
Jon McDaniel: Maxine Riggs looking to turn her career around tonight, Brian.
Brian Rentfro: Ahh, she’s a sell out. Taking easy money to put over new talent.
Jon McDaniel: be that as it may, she’s looking to change that. That look in her eye says she means business.
Brian Rentfro: Hmmph... MAYBE.
~Max makes her way to the ring, and takes her corner, completely focused on the all smiles Tearra Skye. The box lowers down and is bolted into place all around the ring, not even an inch of space is around the box and ring barriers. With the two competitors, referee Lindsay Wallace and the cameraperson sealed in the box, in each corner are battery powered lights, illuminating the inside of the structure.~
~DING DING DING~
~Skye and Max lock up in the middle of the ring with Max gaining the quick advantage due to her enormous strength. Forcing her backwards, Skye is in the corner, but manages to back up the turnbuckle and dive over the head of Max onto the mat behind her.~
Brian Rentfro: She’s a flippy little thing, isn’t she?
Jon McDaniel: She has certainly picked up her time in The Great Illuminatus, Brian.
~Max spins around to face Skye, who connects with a leaping roundhouse spinning hell kick to Max's mouth. The big woman falls back in the corner stunned and Skye follows up with right hands to her stunned opponent. Skye leans across Max delivering several kicks to the ribs of Maxine Riggs, who winces with each blow. Skye keeping the momentum going while it is on her side tucks Max's head underneath her armpit for an over the head suplex, but Max manages to block the move thanks to her weight and training with Meghan Strader years ago. Skye is determined as she lifts Max up into the air, but Max tucks her knees and falls back to the ground and the two are locked up again with Max's head tucked under Skye's armpit.~
Brian Rentfro: Max blocked a move?! She’s been jobbing out for so long, I thought she forgot defence.
Jon McDaniel: Appears as though she did remember. She’s tired of putting people over.
~Max lifts Skye up into the air and spinning away from the corner, drops the junkie onto the mat with a thunderous slam. Both wrestlers roll to their side and grab at their lower back, the pain obvious on each of their faces and even through Skye's silver and blonde hair. Max rolls on through to her knees, but is panting from the exertion of blocking and completing a move. Max picks Skye up to her feet, whipping her hard into the ropes and Skye bounces back with a springboard kick, but Max manages to catch her and plant her with a sit-out spinebuster.
Max makes her way to a chainsaw but Skye kicks out her knees.~
Jon McDaniel: Both wrestlers letting it all hang out here.
Brian Rentfro: It is a pay per view Jon, of course they are letting it all go.
Jon McDaniel: Premium Mega Show you mean.
Brian Rentfro: Right. PMS. Oh wait, I just got that.
~Pushing her legs away from her, Max stands up once again pulling Skye to her feet. Scooping her, Skye is slammed to the mat with a scooping body slam and Max is climbing to the top turnbuckle where she dives off with a double ax handle. Skye moves out of the way and Max lands on the mat with a crash, holding her elbows that made the most contact with the mat.
Brian Rentfro: Big women should not go to the top.
Jon McDaniel: High risk usually only pays for those who know how to do it.
~Skye bounces from one side of the ring to the other leaping over Max, she springboards with a moonsault onto the back of Max. Pulling her to her feet, the crowd cheering, Max is lifted up and over the top rope to the ring apron outside, hitting the wooden wall as the cameraperson steps back just in time. Max is dizzy from the quick moves and still slightly stunned from the moonsault holds onto the ropes. Skye takes a running leap to the middle turnbuckle, to the top and drives a dropkick into the side of Max's head, who goes flying to land on the mat outside. Skye lands feet first on the apron and climbs back into the ring. Again, she hits the opposite ropes as she comes back she begins her leap about two feet from the ropes. She momentarily balances on the top rope before leaping to the outside onto Max, who had gotten to her knees.~
Jon McDaniel: A high risk move pays off for Skye there.
Brian Rentfro: She nailed it beautifully, 9.5.
~Grabbing the left wrist of Max, she whips the Quebec born woman into the ring apron back first and Max bounces back out holding her back. Skye climbs up onto the ring apron leaping with a hurricanrana that drives Max's feet across the mat, bouncing near one of the chainsaws left by Chop Top and Leatherface.~
Jon McDaniel: Good thing that chainsaw is roaring along.
Brian Rentfro: A win is on the line and perhaps for Skye will be rewarded by the boss.
~Skye rolls back into the ring; Max is grinning as she lays on her back. Skye is climbing to the top turnbuckle again and Max is rolling up to her feet. She begins her turn as Skye dives from the top turnbuckle; Max catches her...
CRASH!!!!
Jon McDaniel: Jesus Brian, that wooden box covering the ring and around would have shifted if not for the barrier!
Brian Rentfro: I wanna see a Chainsaw, damnit!
~Max had caught Skye and delivered a spinebuster through to the mat and against the wooden wall. The groans of Skye are heard coming from inside of it to the people in the front row. Grabbing her up, Max rolls Skye into the ring, where she lifts her up to her feet and places her into the position for Scott Nash Strader’s old finisher, The Memory Remains (Gorilla Press Slam into a back breaker).~
Jon McDaniel: Looks like we are about to see
Brian Rentfro: Loud and clear.
~Lifting her up high into the air, Max drops Skye onto her knee with the Memory Remains and Skye clutches at her back in obvious pain. The ref is instantly down to one knee to check on Skye. Skye who is groaning loud enough for the fans back in behind the bleachers to hear. Max drops to one knee to find out what is wrong and hears Skye say something about her back is hurt. The ref looks up at Max asking to hurry up and grab a chainsaw and cut through the box and escape.~
Jon McDaniel: Looks like Max is gonna grab a chainsaw!
Brian Rentfro: Taking her sweet time.
Jon McDaniel: She must be planning something.
~Max eyes up the yellow chainsaw, a very close replica of Leatherface’s from the OG movie. She picks it up, and with a single rip of the cord the chainsaw is humming louder than Homer Simpson keeping an angry mob away from the house.~
NUMNUMNUMNUMMMMMNUMMMMNUMMMMNUMMMMMMM!
Jon McDaniel: Looks like Max is getting ready to end this!
Brian Rentfro: She isn’t wasting time, unlike she has with her career thus far.
~Max starts cutting through the wood on the far left side towards the entrance way. The wood splinters as the crowd goes wild. What Max doesn’t see or hear because of the chainsaw is Tearra Skye getting back to her feet. She runs back, hitting the ropes and suicide dives through the top and middle rope making Max drop the chainsaw. The motor rumbles but the chainsaw isn’t spinning anymore. Max looks pissed.~
Jon McDaniel: Max doesn’t look too happy.
Brian Rentfro: I heard she actually married Scott Nash Strader.
Jon McDaniel: Wait, really?
Brian Rentfro: Yeah, back when they were in Uprising.
Jon McDaniel: You are so full of shit, Brian.
Brian Rentfro: I mean, that’s correct most of the time. Look it up in the Texas State registry. She’s our bosses step-mom.
~Meanwhile back in the box, Max grabs a hold of Tearra by the long silver and blonde long hair, and sets her up for a jackknife powerbomb. She lifts her up and with a big crash Max hits the powerbomb against the wall where she had been cutting. The wood splinters and Tearra Skye is sprawled out in the entrance way. Max is about to be very pissed off.~
~DING DING DING~
Belvedere: Your winner via escaping the wooden box.... TEARRA SKYE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
~The OCW Faithful erupt in cheers for the popular former newcomer to OCW as Max shakes her head. The Excavator lifts the broken wooden box high in the air, freeing the referee and cameraperson as Max goes to dive after Tearra Skye but Tamika Strader is in the entrance sending security down to stop Maxine from ripping apart the young woman she had taken under her wing when Adi Gold was owner of OCW.~
Jon McDaniel: A short match but a brutal one, to say the least.
Brian Rentfro: It has taken all of security ran by John Strader, to stop Max from skull crushing Skye!
Jon McDaniel: Night Two is already living up to the violence that was guaranteed from the announcement of the show months ago!
Brian Rentfro: I am looking forward to the next match though. Beretta Blade and Jack Sullivan Jr., two second generation talents looking to make their marks in the business.
Jon McDaniel: And Jack has ties to the Strader family, with Victoria noticing her potential while Vee was Commissioner of OCW this time last year, and of course she is a faction mate with Veronica Strader in Miracle Galaxy Pro!
OLD SCHOOL WRESTLING
Tamika Strader: Well, that didn’t turn out the way Mad Max probably wanted but congratulations to Tearra Skye! Up next is the London’s Burning Match for one of the most popular PWA Championships to ever exist, the Grizzly Beer title! I know a little something about being another generation in a family of wrestling, and I know both these competitors want to make their own name, and I know Beretta and Jack will do exactly that! But first, please welcome Rob Zombie back to the stage!
~Tamika gives us her family sneer as we fade out to the bandstage area behind the ring area.~
PWA GRIZZLY BEER CHAMPIONSHIP
LONDON’S BURNING MATCH
Jon McDaniel: We have seen a match like this before, the London’s Burning.
Brian Rentfro: Yeah, wasn’t it supposed to be a triple threat match between Scott Nash Strader, Matthew “The Virus” Engel who was the PWA Champion at the time and Viktor “The Beast” Stone for the World title but Viktor sat on a steel chair at the top of the ramp in some sort of protest for Scott cashing in the title shot he won against Chamelion?
Jon McDaniel: Excellent memory, Brian.
Brian Rentfro: it was a bitch move by Stone, and I don’t forget bitch moves.
Jon McDaniel: I’ve been told both wrestlers have drenched themselves in water. Smart thinking by both of them.
~Jon looks at his broadcast partner and decides to let a burn go by the wayside and just give the water information.~
Jon McDaniel: Right. Anyway, the bars have wholes throughout them and propane will be fed into them and the cage will be ablaze. A basic match in that you only win by pinfall, submission or technical knockout but trapped in the ring as the temperature keeps rising from the intense heat of the flames. I am told that the ring apron, ropes and turnbuckle covers are made from a flame retardant material.
Brian Rentfro: You are gonna get cancelled, Jon.
Jon McDaniel: I said retardant ya jackass.
Brian Rentfro: Right. Anyway, looks like the man with the majestic mustache is ready to announce the competitors.
Belvedere: The following match is a London’s Burning match for the PWA Grizzly Beer Championship!!! The cage will be ignited at the sound of the bell and to win the match you must score a pinfall, submission or technical knockout to win!
~The excavator lowers the steel cage down and the crew fastens the cage to the ring, and hook up the gas-line to a very large propane tank far from the ring for obvious safety reasons. The cage wall facing the entrance way is opened and will close once the competitors are in the ring.~
Belvedere: Introducing first... from Newbury, MA weighing in at one-hundred and forty pounds...
~”Whatever It Takes” by Imagine Dragons hits as the OCW Faithful give a mix of cheers and jeers as Beretta Blade steps out from behind the curtain.~
Belvedere: She is the daughter of the infamous John Blade and is considered the best Blade in the industry... she is the one... the only... BERETTA BLADE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
~Beretta makes her way down to the ring, looking around at the cage and eventually slides under the bottom rope and hops up, focusing on the task at hand.~
Jon McDaniel: the daughter of John Blade looking to make her debut in OCW tonight as a big one.
Brian Rentfro: Man, and I thought being the daughter of Scott Nash Strader was a bad thing, but John Blade is a whole other thing.
Jon McDaniel: Brian - - - actually, you are right this time.
Brian Rentfro: You’re goddamn right.
Belvedere: And her opponent...
~“Out of the Black” kicks in over the arena PA system as the lights dim down to near darkness, with smoke beginning to billow out from the sides near the backstage area. After a few moments the lights rise again, with Jack Sullivan standing with her back to the crowd. She has a studded leather vest over her ring gear: white pants and a sports bra, with black flames along the sides of her leggings, with white kick pads over her black boots. She then turns to the crowd, pointing towards them with a grin.~
Belvedere: weighing in at two-hundred pounds even, from Brookfield, WI... she is the daughter of OCW legend, Jack Sullivan... she is Intrepid Odyssey... JACK SULLIVAN JR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
~After a few more moments the young competitor starts to make her way down towards the ring, yelling to the crowd to egg them on to cheer. She then dashes down the aisle, sliding into the ring before moving to climb to the top turnbuckle to pose, only stopping when her music begins to quiet so she can turn her attention to the center of the ring.~
~Belvedere exits the ring, as OCW senior referee Scruff decked out in red flame-retardant coveralls with a small handheld fire extinguisher stays in the ring as the crew close the cage. Belvedere is given the honours and with a book of matches, tosses them at the cage as it goes up in a controlled flame outpouring. We can see the sweat already forming in perspiration. Scruff calls for the bell.~
~DING DING DING~
~Sullivan moves in and meets Beretta for the lock up. Sullivan used an old play round tactic as she supplied the resistance for a moment before falling back and too the side. The move lets Beretta fall to her knees, and allowing a follow up. Sullivan grips in a reverse waist lock, keeping Beretta grounded and applying pressure. The move is soon countered as Blade moves to her feet and making a standing switch.~
Jon McDaniel: Nice job by Blade. Now normally, the Grizzly Beer championship is defended in whatever gimmick match the champion chooses, but because the title is vacant, Tamika Strader allegedly drew the match type out of a hat.
Brian Rentfro: Sure she did. She knew what she was doing.
~This is soon brought up into a half nelson, which in turn is countered by Jack, whom rolls out of it, and whips Beretta to the corner. Blade hits back first, soon being followed by Sullivan who lifts up a knee in her charge-caught. The leg is in The Better Blades hands, it doesn’t stay that way long as Sullivan jumps up with her other leg, falling back and launching in a monkey flip! Beretta lands harshly on her back, holding it in pain, moving to a seated position, only for a drop kick to rock the impact point.~
Jon McDaniel: It must be sweltering inside the squared circle, I can feel the heat from where we are sitting.
Brian Rentfro: Well no shit, Jon. We are between the bleachers from the hard cam side, and everyone is feeling the heat. My balls are Schweddy.
Jon McDaniel: A SNL reference?
Brian Rentfro: Juist saying I have Schweddy Balls, is all.
~Sullivan smiles as she looks at her opponent holding her back, moving back to her feet, ready to pounce. Jack moves in gripping Blade by the arm, Irish whipping her to the ropes, and she definitely feels the heat of the flames. Beretta makes her speedy return, quickly being leap frogged over. The trip is made again, met this time with an arm drag, flinging Beretta onto the mat with a roll. Sullivan follows up with a charge of her own, only for Beretta to nail her own armdrag, this time the move is connected to a submission. The arm bar is wrenched and held in tight, the arm would surely not be Blade’s main focus, but gives her the momentary advantage.~
Jon McDaniel: excellent combo from the Better Blade.
Brian Rentfro: Is her old man that bad?
Jon McDaniel: Right, you haven’t watched anything in the last ten years. Yes, she really is better.
~Sullivan starts making it to her feet, holding her shoulder in slight pain as she gets up. Beretta seems ready to attack but is simply launched back to the ropes, Sullivan following after. Beretta makes a mental grin as she leaps to the second rope, and returning with a SPRING BOARD SHIN KIC- ducked! Blade lands on her knees, but returns to her feet for an attempted irish whip. This time Blade counters up, sending Sullivan instead, following her. Sullivan makes a similar mental grin, jumping to the second rope CORCK SCREW KNEE- DODGED! Beretta stops and dives to the side, letting Sullivan crash to the mat, hitting her knee, stopping herself from going into the cage. Both of the wrestlers are drenched in sweat, as the heat gets worse!~
Jon McDaniel: This has been a fun match so far. Very fast-paced.
Brian Rentfro: Just like how Beretta was conceived.
~The OCW Faithful are behind the action as they cheer the opening exchange. Both competitors are neck to neck in terms of dodging and attacking. Beretta has moved in on the downed Sullivan, grabbing the knee which hit the matting. The Intrepid Odyssey quickly attempts to kick off her attacker, but couldn’t do so before a few harsh stomps to the thigh. Sullivan sped back to her feet once clear of Blade’s stomps, wanting to prevent a grounded situation. Sullivan leaned back bumping into the ropes, backed against a wall so it seems, a firewall that is. Once Sullivan is to her feet, Beretta makes a charge, only to be launched slightly overhead, with intentions to land against the flaming cage. The move never pulled through, as Blade lands on the apron barely avoiding the fire. Sullivan tries to capitalize none the less, sending a hard elbow, only to be ducked, and retorted with another elbow. Sullivan staggers back holding her face, soon turning around to notice Beretta springing to the top rope, SPRING BOAR- Jack dodges it, heading to the ropes! Beretta regains her composer, watching as Sullivan returns leaping for a leg Lariat, but another duck prevents contact. Jack Sullivan hits the matting, returning to her feet, noticing Blade had headed to the ropes as well.~
Jon McDaniel: Damn, Brian. There is no fear in either competitor of going up in flames. It was smart of both of them to soak themselves in water backstage.
Brian Rentfro: I just wanna see a bitch go up in literal flames.
Jon McDaniel: You are a horrible man, Brian.
Brian Rentfro: Awww, thanks Jon. I’ve worked hard to be that.
~Jack is prepared, Blade moves in close, seemingly cocked back for a lariat, but is caught with a SUPER KI-Caught! Beretta takes the leg and spins it to the side, making Sullivan turn a 360, before cocking and launching forwards trying to grab at her head! Sullivan brings a knee high into Beretta’s side, countering as she grabs Blade and drops her down with an inverted STO that rocks the canvas, and the OCW Faithful cheer for their favorite wrestler of the two, and the exchanges that are happening.~
Jon McDaniel: Big move there from the Intrepid Odyssey.
Brian Rentfro: Why are you calling her that, and why is Veronica cheering her on from the front row?
Jon McDaniel: Well, Jack Sullivan and Veronica Strader-Cain are a part of the Black Dahlia Legacy faction in Miracle Galaxy Pro where Jack won their own Rumble in The Bronx called the Intrepid Odyssey.
Brian Rentfro: And why are we plugging another company not under the PWA banner?
Jon McDaniel: Well, Tamika told me too. She wants the PWA to become what the Alliance of Wrestling Federations was back in our day and while I don’t know for sure if that is what the boss wants but makes sense to me.
Brian Rentfro: Meh.
~Sullivan push’s Beretta off her, moving to her feet with slight pain in her leg. Blade holds her face attempting to push herself up, and not allow Sullivan to gain an advantage. The STO move, however, has dazed her too much; Sullivan ends up pulling Beretta to her feet. Blade is soon pushed roughly into the turnbuckle, pressed in with a few hard kicks. Blade holds the impact point, doubling over slightly only to be snapmared to the canvas. Sullivan quickly follows up, locking in a tight sleeper. Blade grips at the arm, attempting to let off some pressure, the attempt is of no use.~
Jon McDaniel: Sullivan is a beast! Look at her bicep flexed, no why Beretta is breathing easy.
~Beretta instead starts fighting it and moving to her feet, managing a few elbow shots. The strikes allow Blade to break free and whip Sullivan across the ring. Blade waits for the return, launching Sullivan nicely over head with a back-body drop. Beretta follows up on the drop, heading to the ropes and rebounding off them, returning hitting a nice senton. Sullivan was holding her back slightly when her leg was suddenly gripped! Beretta jerks it towards the center of the ring, dropping a knee on the wounded limb. The competitors are now center ring after Blade jerks Sullivan by the leg. Beretta starts to take advantage of the limb, stepping over it, seemingly going for a figure four! It doesn’t work out as Sullivan boots Beretta in the rear on the turn, sending her staggering forward. Beretta keeps going, however, intent on rebounding off the ropes, Sullivan moves to her feet with a slight limp. Blade returns ready for her attack, only to be knocked down harshly with a calf kick! Sullivan follows up, making the cover.~
1!
2!!
KICKOUT!!!
Jon McDaniel: The first pin attempt of the match so far!
Brian Rentfro: Craziness.
~The kick out was really to no surprise as Sullivan sends in a few hard mounted punches. Beretta is grabbed by the hair and pulled to her feet soon after the hard shots. Sullivan steadies her opponent for a moment before kicking the back of her leg. That kick is soon followed up by a kick to the abdomen, and then one to the chest. Sullivan finish’s off the harsh combo with a hard kick to the fa-CAUGHT!! Blade has enough about her to catch the boot, sweeping Sullivan to the mat. Sullivan’s legs are soon hooked and crossed; Beretta tries desperately to turn the hold. Sullivan fights desperately, trashing left and right, not making it an easy task to turn her. Finally, Sullivan manages to scoot herself close enough to the ropes to prevent a submission but not without damn near burning her hands as the sweaty hands grabbing the rope can almost be heard sizzle.~
Jon McDaniel: Scruff and the competitors must be just sweltering in there!
Brian Rentfro: Yeah, I bet Scruff can hold his thighs together and swish his balls between with ease.
Jon McDaniel: Damn, man. That is nasty.
~Scruff moves in, pulling Beretta off of the assault. Blade was still pulling intent on locking the move it, but upon the rope count being brought up, Beretta relinquishes the hold. Not happy with his involvement, Blade moves towards the ref pushing him back. Disqualification threats are repeated, a loss here would be horrible and a shitty way for Sullivan to win the title. Interested in walking away with victory, Blade leaves the ref alone, turning back to Sullivan, in time for a clotheslines from hell- Dodge! Beretta quickly side steps while ducking and sends Sullivan speeding towards the ropes. Sullivan makes a rebound, Beretta charges with a SPEA- Side step! Beretta slips through the ropes bouncing off the flaming cage, but luckily her is so sweat it doesn’t catch fire but we can see the steam rising off her head. The Better Blade was merely tossed for a loop as she starts moving back to her feet. Staggering back slightly she looks to her opp- CLOTHESLINE! Beretta is caught off guard and knocked harshly to the mat. The OCW Faithful picks up in support of the hard hitting move from their hero. Sullivan gets to her feet, and starts to limp slightly on her leg. Sullivan returns to her opponent, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her to her feet. Beretta is pressed back first against the corner turnbuckle, soon flurried with chops, and finished with a hard chest kick. Blade staggers forward and is soon grabbed by the arm, whipped roughly to the far turnbuckle. The back is hit roughly as she slopes down a little. Sullivan smirks as she follows up, charging in and nailing a hip-to-face maneuver.~
Jon McDaniel: Sullivan is taking control of the match.
Brian Rentfro: Is it bad I wanna see someone catch fire?
Jon McDaniel: Be right on par with who you are.
~Blade is hurting slightly as Sullivan moves back in on her and pulls Beretta back to her feet. The Better Blade staggers a few steps, getting a light right hand in her face soon after. Sullivan takes aim at the opposite bucke, grabbing Beretta by the arm and whipping her hars- counter! Blade shifts momentum sending Sullivan instead. Beretta grins as Sullivan’s shins bang off the middle turnbuckle, rolling her over on the mat. Sullivan grips her knee in pain, moaning as the hurt fills her shin. Beretta starts moving in on the hurt opponent, walking around with a gleaming malevolent grin. Sullivan crawls back slightly but it doesn’t work was Beretta grabs her leg and jerks it back, after slyly removing the middle turnbuckles cover, and drapes Sullivans leg over it. The heat is dangerously close to causing second degree burns. Sullivan pulls away her leg and holds it close to her, not able to really retort with a counter. Blade follows up again, taking the leg back again, this time placing it back over the exposed turnbuckle and against the steel turnbuckle! Beretta backs up and takes aim, running forward kicking the top of her leg! But no leg was the worss, as Sullivan pulled it to safety! Blade moves back and redirects herself, moving back in on Sullivan…TRIP! Sullivan grabs Blade’s tights and pulls her forward, face first into the mat.~
Jon McDaniel: Oohh, that’s gotta hurt.
Brian Rentfro: Free nose job!
~Beretta holds her face as she staggers back on her feet, knocked loopy. Sullivan takes her chance and moves to her feet, taking grip of Blade and throws her down onto the mat. Sullivan follows Beretta in, moving to her feet and taking aim. Blade had moved to all fours before getting a weakfish kick to the stomach, rolling her to her back. Sullivan takes an advantage seemingly as she pulls Beretta to her feet; Blade is then launched across the ring. The Irish whip sends her rebounding, heading back for a seemingly back body drop. This doesn’t come true as Beretta makes contact and rolls over her awaiting foe, landing on the matting behind her. Sullivan stands up only to be locked into a reverse waist lock before the ability to do anything about the counter. Lucky for Sullivan however, Beretta’s foot was planted firmly between her gapping legs. Sullivan makes a slight bend forward, gripping the ankle and tripping Beretta back out of the hold. Once Blade lands on the ground and Sullivan finds herself free of grasp, she heads for the ropes. Beretta quickly returns to her feet trying to get there before a returning Sullivan. Blade manages to do so, grabbing the ropes behind her and pulling down the top one, causing Sullivan to go over.~
Jon McDaniel: Sullivan is dangerously close to the flames, and Scruff has hand on the small handheld fire extinguisher he has on his person.
Brian Rentfro: Oh, come on! Let her roast!
~The counter doesn’t go as planned as Sullivan lands comfortably on the apron. Beretta turns around and sees the error of her counter, attempting to elbow shot the pesky opponent into the flaming cage wall. This as well doesn’t work out as Sullivan ducks the shot, shoulder thrusting through the ropes. Beretta doubles over, Sullivan now leaping over attempting a sun set flip. Blade is rolled to her back, but quickly rolls back out of the pin. Beretta makes it to her feet and attempts to move in and hit a quick kick to the side of her opponent’s face. The shot is caught, causing Beretta to bounce on her foot slightly as Sullivan moves back to her feet, foot still in grasp. Sullivan tosses down the captive foot, launching with a clothesline. The move is ducked as Beretta moves behind her opponent, grabbing behind Sullivan’s neck. The neck breaker attempt is foiled as Sullivan retorts with a hard back elbow knocking the assaulting wrestler off her. Beretta is knocked forward, and soon grabbed in a reverse waist lock. Sullivan seems intent on launching a German suplex, however, a standing switch causes a rethink in plans. Beretta switches up into a half nelson quick, however, again is foiled by an Irish whip. Blade hits the ropes, rebounding back attempting to nail a hard clothesline, ducked. Beretta makes another rebound, turning into a LARIAT! Counttterr! Beretta, hooks the oncoming arm, moving to a half-nelson, LAUNCH! HALF NELSON SUPLEX!!!~
Jon McDaniel: And Beretta has taken control!
Brian Rentfro: This has been a great back and forth I will say.
Jon McDaniel: Hell is freezing over. Brian being complimentary.
~Sullivan is launched, landing harshly on her upper back and neck, finally ending up on her stomach. The OCW Faithful grow concern as Beretta rolls her, hoping for the pin fall victory.~
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Jon McDaniel: Oh Beretta was close to winning it there!
Brian Rentfro: Close only counts in horse shoes and hand grenades.
~Beretta swears, slamming a fist down on the mat, the OCW Faithful merely cheering. Not wanting Sullivan to gain her bearings back, Blade pulls her to her feet, pushing her to the corner. Beretta smirks as she takes Sullivan’s throbbing leg and places it over the second rope. Sullivan is a little to dazed to do anything about it before being awoken from the maneuver. Beretta pulls on the foot, using the ropes as a pivot point. Sullivan grip at the leg for a moment before the ref pulls Blade off the move. Sullivan takes her leg off the second rope, but isn’t left alone for long as Beretta takes grasp of the leg once again.~
Jon McDaniel: Beretta working that leg.
Brian Rentfro: Kinda hot. Figuratively and literally.
~Blade pulls Sullivan out of the corner slightly, nailing a leg drag. Sullivan lays on her back, leg in Blade’s grasp, surely a poor place to be held. The Better Blade starts kicking in on the thigh of her opponent; brutal stomps are followed by a leg stretch. Blade leaps over Sullivan, pulling the leg in the way it shouldn’t go. This move caused Beretta to release the foot, which led to a lack luster attempt to escape the onslaught. Sullivan rolls to the outside, limping on her leg, cursing her the sitchiation. The Better Blade smirks as she goes after her opponent, feeling good about her ability to gain an upper hand. Sullivan limps away from the apron but it’s of no use as Beretta gives a swift kick to the back of her wounded leg. Sullivan falls to her knees, however, is pulled back to her feet and slapped across the face soon thereafter.~
Jon McDaniel: Oh, now she has pissed off Jack.
Brian Rentfro: That she has, haha.
~The insulting gesture causes Sullivan to retort with a hard chop. Beretta was caught off guard and is hit with another chop before returning with her own. Sullivan retorts with another chop, gaining an upper hand. Blade knows she is on the losing end, and decides to send in a stomp on the thigh. Sullivan stops her assault dropping back to her knee, Blade returns to bringing her back to her feet. The Better Blade goes after Sullivan, bringing her to her feet, pushing her into the corner again. Beretta picks Sullivan up and places her on the top turnbuckle, climbing up slightly after her, only to be pushed back. Beretta attempts to climb back up again, getting a hard few right hands for her trouble. Blade staggers back, Sullivan takes aim and launches from the third rope with a short distance WHEEEL KICK! Beretta is knocked harshly to her back, holding her head in pain. Sullivan moves back to her feet, dragging Beretta with her. Once she finds herself firm on her feet, Sullivan challenges her legs pulling Beretta onto her shoulders. Beretta puts up little resistance, loopy from the kick, SIT OUT POWERBOMB! The move hits with a slight blotch as Beretta never made a full contact with the mat. The move still hit with maximum velocity, summoning a pin attempt.~
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Jon McDaniel: So Close, it must be frustrating but Beretta’s foot almost melded with her ring boot!
Brian Rentfro: FIRE!
~Sullivan looks to the ref directly after the 3 count, the foot being directed to her attention quickly. Sullivan grabs the leg and hooks it going for another pin.~
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~ NO! Shoulder up! Sullivan is slightly impressed with her opponent’s ability to kick out. With a slight smirk Sullivan moves back to her feet, dragging Beretta along with her. She won’t be able to kick out of the pin when she’s done with her. Sullivan sends a knee into the abdomen, bringing Beretta to a doubled over state. Sullivan starts sending in rapid knee shots to the chest, ending off with one rough one to the face. Beretta is dazed as she staggers back into the ropes, using them to stay on her feet. The assault doesn’t end as Sullivan follows up with a few hard left and right hands, ending off with a revengeful slap to the face. Sullivan smiles pulling Blade off the ropes, to dazed to mount an assault. Sullivan soon grabs Blade DESCENT FROM HEAVEN(Falling Dr. Bomb)!!!!!!!. The crowd cheers as Sullivan makes the cover!~
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~DING DING DING~
Belvedere: and your winner via pinfall.... AND NEW PWA GRIZZLY BEER CHAMPION.... JACK SULLIVAN!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jon McDaniel: And Beretta is on fire! Her boot is lit up but thankfully Scruff is putting it out! Also, a rarely used super type finisher from Jack Sullivan but she knew she was gonna to go big with the way Beretta kept coming!
Brian Rentfro: Thank god the flames have been put out, it was starting to get unbearably hot here at ringside.
Jon McDaniel: Just imagine how Scruff felt in there as well as the competitors.
~As Jack’s music plays, Tamika Strader is making her way to the ring with a velvet sack in her signature green. The cage safely extinguished, the excavator lifts it up out of the way, as Beretta leaves the ring. Tamika stops her, and shakes her hand telling her she did a good job.~
Jon McDaniel: The boss letting Beretta know she did well. Hopefully she’ll stay on, I am sure the boss will keep her in the mix.
Brian Rentfro: Yeah, maybe. But that brickhouse Jack Sullivan, she is winner-winner-miss-chicken-dinner as the kids say.
Jon McDaniel: I’m not a kid, but I am sure they don’t say that.
~Tamika, now in the ring, pulls out the brand new PWA Grizzly Beer Championship. She shakes Jack’s hands, congratulating her, and hands her the new hardware. Jack takes it and holds it up in the air, the OCW Faithful cheering loudly. Tamika leaves the ring while Sullivan continues to celebrate.~
Brian Rentfro: Well, I will say... that is the nicest looking Grizzly Beer Championship belt we’ve ever had.
Jon McDaniel: Yes it is, Brian. I am curious to what Jack Sullivan will pick for her match type in her first defence. My favourite part of that championship.
Brian Rentfro: Can’t be anymore wild than the gimmicks chosen by its former champions.
Jon McDaniel: I have a feeling there will be a “Hold my beer” moment coming. Anyway, we have two more champions to crown. Our next match, a Tai Pei Last Woman Standing match between the last OCW World Champion in SYNN and the last Piledriver Champion in Alexandra Calaway! You won’t wanna miss this match, folks!
Brian Rentfro: And for a brand new championship in PWA lore, the United States Championship!
Jon McDaniel: It’ll be a barnburner for sure, Brian!
RAINBOW ROAD November 25th 2023
Tamika Strader: Any 4’s?
Chop Top: Go fish, baby!
Tamika Strader: Are you cheating? Oh, hey! That was a hell of a match, wasn’t it? Congratulations to Jack Sullivan Jr. you have joined a very elite group of wrestlers earning that title. And Beretta Blade, you stick around, and it will only be a matter of time before you a PWA or OCW championship around your waist. Once again, please welcome Rob Zombie back to the stage.
Chop Top: Got any 4s?
Tamika Strader: Fuck, I knew you were cheating!
~Tamika throws two fours into the pile as Chop Top laughs. We move back out to the band stage area!~
PWA UNITED STATES CHAMPIONSHIP
TAI PEI LAST WOMAN STANDING MATCH
Jon McDaniel: Typically the taped and glued hands are dipped in shards of glass, but in keeping with the theme of the event, the broken bits of a chainsaw chain will definitely require a tetanus shot after.
Brian Rentfro: So who are these women?
Jon McDaniel: Alexandra Calaway is the girlfriend of the head of OCW security, and twin brother to the boss but most importantly she is a veteran of two decades with dozens and dozens of championships under her name. She very well could end up being a PWA/OCW Hall of Fame Inductee.
Brian Rentfro: and the other?
Jon McDaniel: She is relatively newer to the business, signed to the Online Championship Wrestling of the three OCWs last fall when Victoria Strader as the OCW Commissioner. She successfully cashed in the Oh Shit contract (a money in the bank type of deal) against future OCW Hall of Famer, the Pimp in Charge, Steve “PIC” Wilson. She is the last world champion of Online before Tamika had to go to court over lawsuits brought onto the company because of decisions made by previous ownership and Marcus Welsh.
Brian Rentfro: So that whole spiel about Tamika not caring anymore and this grease paint weirdo bugging her isn’t true?
Jon McDaniel: Not even in the slightest, Brian. Once the lawsuits were finished, Tamika combined her PWA properties into OnlineCW’s so she could continue to run it all. And here we are, on the second night of the return of both the PWA and original OCW!
Belvedere: Introducing first...
~”Yen” by Slipknot starts to play and the OCW Faithful are on their feet already cheering for SYNN.~
Belvedere: hailing from Anchorage, Alaska and is the final OCW Champion... SYNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
~SYNN appears out from behind the curtain, holding the emerald jeweled OCW Championship that she holds up in the air before licking upwards on the belt. She starts her descent down to ringside, the fans cheering loudly for the chaotic babyface she is.~
Brian Rentfro: Jesus John Wayne Christ, she is frightening.
Jon McDaniel: I hear she is nuttier than Anna Mathews was.
Brian Rentfro: What, for real? I swear this business is for the mental patients when the hospitals have no more room.
Belvedere: And her opponent...
~The lights go down and "Mine" Halestorm starts to play. The area around the ring is filled with Red lights and fog. The Silhouette of Alexandra can be seen at the top of the ramp. She poses on the top of the ramp and as the beat drops, she starts to make her way down, towards the ring. Stopping halfway down the ramp, she stops looking out over the OCW Faithful, before continuing on. She smirks seeing some of the signs people made, a cocky smirk crosses her face. The OutcastCW Anarchy Championship is around her waist as well as the OnlineCW Piledriver Championship, the IWF Invictus and SCW Bombshell Roulette titles are over both shoulders.~
Belvedere: hailing from Dallas, Texas... she is the last OCW Piledriver Champion... she is THE HELLION... ALEXANDRA...CALAWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
~Finishing her walk down the ramp she stops where Christian “Outcast” Cain, Veronica Cain and John’s daughter Mackenzie are sitting in the front row, handing her titles to them hold onto. She climbs onto the ring apron and up onto the turnbuckle. She slips into the ring and poses on the ropes, leaning forward on them, nodding to her “stepdaughter” and her step-niece Veronica and her husband. She hops down, and locks eyes with SYNN, who is giving her that goofy twisted look.
Jon McDaniel: Belvedere is holding a bowl with the chainsaw chain bits in it, and Gruff, the official of the match about to take place holds a bowl of glue as SYNN and Alexandra’s hands are already taped up.
Brian Rentfro: Man, this is gonna be violent. I might catch a nap if I can.
Jon McDaniel: Man, you haven’t changed.
~The women take turns dipping their fists. Belvedere leaves the ring, handing off the bowl to the hockey masked Machete Phil, and Gruff hands the other to a ringside technician. Belvedere motions for the bell to ring.~
~DING DING DING~
~Both women step to the center of the ring once again as Belvedere hops outta the ring. the ref checks to make sure each woman is ready before sounding for the bell. Calaway and SYNN just stand there staring at each other. Without warning both women rush at each other and collide in a flurry strikes. SYNN rocks Calaway with a foreman to the face but Calaway answers with elbow to the side of the head that makes SYNN stumble backwards into the ropes. SYNN bounces of the ropes and retaliates with yakuza kick square to the nose of Calaway. Calaway rebounds off the ropes and comes back with a flying forearm. SYNN goes to the ropes again and collides with Calaway in the form of a headbutt. Calaway , again runs to the ropes and hits SYNN with a hard chop to the chest. SYNN turns around to go to the ropes once more but Calaway grabs her from behind in a reverse waistlock and tosses her backwards with a release german suplex. Calaway strikes a pose and beckons SYNN to rise to her feet before turning towards the ropes and comes back with a YAKUZA KICK-No, SYNN parries the kick and grabs Alexandra around the waist from the side before dropping her with a leg hook saito suplex. Calaway rolls over to the corner and stares at SYNN, who is just getting up to her feet.~
~Both women circle the ring and prepare for a lock-up as the crowd begins a chorus of claps and stomps to get the two women fired up. SYNN and Calaway move in for a lock-up, but Alexandra quickly transitions to a reverse waistlock. SYNN breaks the lock before going under her opponent’s arm and twisting. Calaway walks around in a circle resisting the urge to clutch her captured arm before rolling forward and grabbing a hold of SYNN right leg, forcing her to the canvas. Calaway slips in between SYNN’ legs and wrenches the right leg. SYNN forces her left leg in front of Calaway before releasing her leg from Alexandra’s grip and attempting to apply a cross-arm breaker. Alexandra keeps a hold of her wrist, preventing her arm from being hyperextended. SYNN rolls over onto her side while trying to pry Calaway’ hands a loose. Alexandra manages to stand and get her arm from SYNN’ grasp before grabbing SYNN leg and lying in a trio of kicks to the calves of SYNN. Calaway turns SYNN over into a half crab but unfortunately for Calaway, SYNN punches her with her chainsaw bit covered taped hand in the back of the leg, causing Calaway to let go. They are both bleeding a lot.~
Jon McDaniel: It seems already that both women are trying their damndest to get as many falls as possible
Brian Rentfro: Someone is trying to sleep here!
~Calaway and SYNN get up and circle the ring once more before reaching out, starting a heated test of strength. SYNN originally has the advantage but the crowd begins to get behind “The Code of Energy” , willing her to force SYNN to her knees. SYNN gets back to her feet and quickly causes Calaway to buckle much to the delight of the dedicated SYNNERS(Get it? SYNNERS? Come on, it’s clever). SYNN breaks the hold and snapmares Calaway over before applying a facelock. Calaway attempts to slip out of the hold but using her free hand, SYNN beats her back down with elbows to the forehead. The OCW Faithful, once again get behind Calaway, who at the moment is shaking her fist furiously and looking to get back into the match as SYNN wrenches the hold in tighter. Alexandra gets to once knee as SYNN gets to her feet to keep the leverage to her advantage. Calaway lifts SYNN up just enough that she can get a leg in front her and goes from a drop-toe-hold. As SYNN clutches her face, Calaway immediately pounces on top of her and claws at the face of SYNN as she reaches the ropes. Alexandra applies fishhooks to the mouth and nose of the downed SYNN. Calaway gives on last tug on the face of SYNN and climbs off of her back hoping she’ll stay down for the 10 count.~
Alexandra gets SYNN to her feet, deciding it’s going to take a lot more to keep SYNN down and whips her into the corner. Calaway spits into her hand and strikes SYNN with a tremendous backhanded chop to the sternum, leaving gashes on her neck from the chainsaw bits, leaving SYNN slumped down in the corner clutching at her chest. Calaway picks SYNN up once more and grinds her forearm into the face of her opponent before stomping her down to the bottom turnbuckle. The OCW Faithful get ready because they know what is coming next, Calaway places her shoe on the face of SYNN before crossing her neck with her thumb. Alexandra begins to viciously scrape her shoe across SYNN’ face as the crowd gives an “damn!” for each scrape leading up to Calaway running to the parallel ropes and rebounding with A LOW YAKUZA KICK!~
Jon McDaniel: What a kick!
Brian Rentfro: Would you shut up for five minutes. I want a nap.
~Calaway stands on the middle rope and plays to the crowd. Alexandra goes to SYNN once and again and begins scraping her shoe across her face. Calaway rushes to the parallel ropes and strikes SYNN again with A LOW YAKUZA KICK-NO! SYNN grabs Calaway’ foot and stands up leaving Calaway hobbling on one foot before tossing her to the ropes and dropping her with a sit-out powerbomb as she rebounds and gets up. Gruff slides over starts the count.~
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~Calaway kips up with no troubles but falls to her knee after breaking the counts holding her head. SYNN whips Calaway into the adjacent turnbuckle and lays into her with a running knee lift. As Calaway slumps to the canvas, SYNN hops onto the second rope and argues with a few OCW Faithful in the front row that are heckling her. Alexandra uses this distraction to rest up and drops the distracted SYNN with a German suplex. SYNN gets to her feet just in time to fall victim to Calaway and a well-placed Enzuguri SYNN falls between the middle ropes to the outside as Calaway steps on the apron to follow. Calaway thrusts her arm into the air in triumph before running along the apron and jumping off with a front flip senton.~
Jon McDaniel: Calaway bringing everything she has. The ring is gross tho, all that blood.
Brian Rentfro: You aren’t gonna let me nap are ya?
Jon McDaniel: Nope. Man, someone is getting a nasty staph infection.
~Alexandra attempts to slam SYNN’ head into the apron but is blocked by SYNN and reversed, sending her face first into the side of the ring. SYNN whips Calaway into the ring and after catching her breath tries to climb into the ring but is stop by a right hand from a recovering Calaway. SYNN is trapped in between the top and middle rope as Alexandra gets to her feet and after rebounding off the ropes, thrusts SYNN back to the outside by way of a dropkick. The crowd stands to their feet, either to applaud Calaway or will SYNN back into the match. SYNN slides back into the ring and catches Calaway as she attempts to go for an STO. SYNN gets Calaway in a front facelock and picks her up before dropping down into a brainbuster. Calaway sits up almost immediately and rushes at SYNN again only to be powered up and dropping down into another brainbuster. Gruff is there to make the ten count.~
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~Calaway pulls herself up slowly gets to her feet. A ‘SYNN” chant starts up and gains momentum like an avalanche as the match intensifies. SYNN tugs on her elbow pad and as Calaway gets up she measures her for a LARIAT!-No , Calaway ducks but comes off the ropes and is scooped up right into A SPINBUSTER!!!!
Jon McDaniel: Ouch! That has to be painful.
Brian Rentfro: Not as painful as it was having Chamelion as our boss.
Jon McDaniel: Touché, old friend.
~Calaway isn’t moving as the ref grabs her arm and checks Calaway out. SYNN leans into the corner turnbuckle as Gruff starts the count.~
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~Calaway once again defies it all and is back up on her feet. SYNN gets the dazed Calaway and attempts to whip her into the turnbuckle but Calaway drops on her way there. SYNN grabs Alexandra and drags her into the corner and begins laying into her with elbow strikes and headbutts. SYNN tosses Alexandra out of the corner turnbuckle before getting to the top rope. Calaway rolls to her feet and climbs up to the turnbuckle with SYNN. Alexandra applies a front facelock on SYNN but is met with a headbutt to the face. Calaway hops right back up and climbs the turnbuckle once more, and is caught with an elbow to the side of the head. Alexandra gets up and gets a running start and gets to the top turnbuckle with a no-hands leap before applying the front facelock and taking SYNN over with a SUPERPLEX. Gruff starts counting them both!~
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~Both women don’t dare to stay on the ground longer than necessary and scrambles to their feet breaking the count. SYNN catches Calaway from behind as she gets to her feet and takes her over with a sloppy german suplex. Calaway does not feel a thing as she makes SYNN pay for the German suplex with a STIFF KICK TO THE STOMACH! SYNN tumbles backwards a little as Calaway stands in the center of the ring, “Feel free to try that again”. Calaway finishes taunting the downed SYNN.~
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~SYNN gets to her feet and Ally is all over her quickly. Calaway whips SYNN into the turnbuckle and follows with a step-up knee strike. Calaway sets SYNN on the top rope and follows her up but a knee to the gut causes Calaway to drop to the canvas hard. Alexandra rolls out to the apron and while standing on the middle rope forces SYNN to stand by pulling on her ear. SYNN gives Calaway a headbutt, to which Calaway responds with a rake to the eyes. Calaway grabs SYNN in a ¾ facelock and leaps off the top rope with a SPRINGBOARD DDT! Alexandra stands over SYNN.~
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~SYNN gets and immediately rolls to the outside of the ring, catching her breath but both competitors are wobbly from the loss of blood. Calaway in the ring stomps her feet 3 times the audience stands to their feet as all eyes are on the The Hellion Calaway bounces off the ropes, jumps over the top rope and collides into SYNN with a huge crossbody. SYNN gets to her feet and begins hammering Alexandra with elbow after elbow then a few chainsaw bit knife-edge chops until the other competitor could no longer distinguish where she was. SYNN revels in the dazed look on Calaway face as she applies a front facelock and takes her over with a snap suplex. SYNN tosses Calaway in to the ring but takes her time getting back in, savoring the moments till her victory.~
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Jon McDaniel: Holy hell, she is back on her feet! Calaway’s fortitude showing huge here.
Brian Rentfro: Both of these women be crazy bitches!
Jon McDaniel: You better hope they don’t watch this match later.
~Both women circle to the middle, SYNN with both of her hands balled up into fist lowered toward her waist while Alexandra was in more of a defensive stance. To test the waters, Alexandra shot towards SYNN. In which weirdo almond lover side steps rather easily. They both closed in once more, SYNN slapping the hands of Alexandra feigning a lock up. Finally, the first grapple of the match was locked in both SYNN and Alexandra in a collar tie up. Alexandra was the first to offensive as she forced left arm into a wrist lock. Alexandra twisted SYNN’s arm to put more torque on the lock. SYNN with her free hand tries to poke Alexandra in the eyes, however, Calaway managed to glace it off by moving her head with each attempt. SYNN rolled on the mat and getting back to her feet but in vain, Calaway had the hold in tight. Alexandra forced SYNN’ arm back bringing her back to the mat, Calaway went down to one knee keeping the wrist lock locked in. SYNN suddenly kips up, now trying to pry Alexandra’s hands off her wrist while intertwining her leg with her. Finally, SYNN let go and decided to use brute force to get out, elbows soon knocked Calaway right in the face. One elbow, two elbows, once Alexandra lets go, SYNN quickly rolls forward making Alexandra land on her face while SYNN applied a leg bar on her foe. Alexandra scrambled around in desperation until she finally sends a fist right between the eyes of SYNN, forcing a break on the hold and blood splattering all over her fist.~
Jon McDaniel: And both women fly eagerly into the submissions to wear one another done.
Brian Rentfro: It’s bloodier than a Rambo movie in the ring. Surely they will have to change the mat for the main event.
Jon McDaniel: I have been told the Main Event will be taking place in the Texas Chainsaw Massacre replica farmhouse that was supposed to be Veronica Cain versus Larry Tact before the match was cancelled.
~SYNN gets to her feet while Alexandra sat against the ropes to gain life back to her leg. Gruff tells Alexandra she needs to get to her feet or he’ll start the ten count. SYNN begins to shake her left arm to get the blood flowing back to it properly. Soon she got back to her stance waiting for Alexandra to get to her feet. Once Calaway did she leaned against the turnbuckle, Gruff, still between both women sticking her hand out in front of SYNN as she paced along the eastern side of the ring. Alexandra finally left the corner and started to pace around SYNN. SYNN feigns a shoot to the knees causing Alexandra to back away, SYNN grows a smirk. Once again, the women go into a tie up and Alexandra was quick to turn it into a side headlock. Alexandra goes down to one knee and changes it up into a European headlock. SYNN managed to find the strength to get herself back to a vertical base. SYNN sends in some punches to Alexandra’s ribs giving herself the advantage to push Calaway off. Alexandra bounces off the ropes and attempts a shoulder thrust but it had no effect on SYNN. The shot caused SYNN to taunt telling Alexandra to try it again. The Ego of the triple crown champ took up the challenge as she bounces off the ropes and shoots towards SYNN. Alexandra seems to have an aim on the leg, however, SYNN simply lifts up her leg causing the attacker to baseball slide behind her. SYNN turns around right into a dragon screw from Alexandra. SYNN is quick to her feet after the shot, but, is brought to the mat once more by a single leg take down. Alexandra showing an aim for the knee. Calaway grabbed SYNN’s right leg and began to torque it until finally Alexandra drops an elbow across the knee. Calaway quickly places SYNN leg into a leg lock which caused SYNN to sit up. SYNN attempted to get Alexandra off her leg began to grind her elbow into Alexandra’s face. SYNN then placed her arms around Calaway’s neck applying a choke hold while attempting to scissor her legs around Alexandra’s midsection. SYNN seemed to be going for possibly a rear naked choke. Alexandra, however, manages to torque SYNN’s arm causing her to lay back.~
Jon McDaniel: Neither one of these warriors know what quit is.
Brian Rentfro: It’s for a PWA title, they better not know what quitting is.
~SYNN quickly sits up, not wanting to be stuck by a submission hold. SYNN raises her arm trying to apply a dragon sleeper but Alexandra torques SYNN’s leg causing her to let off. Calaway got to her feet and began to drag SYNN to the middle of the ring by her worked leg. Alexandra then leaps up and lands a leg drop across the knee causing SYNN to writhe! Alexandra crosses SYNN legs and holds them together with her knee. SYNN sits up and lands a forearm across the temple causing Alexandra to lean back slightly. SYNN goes to land another but Alexandra blocks it and lands a forearm of her own. SYNN laid down looking out of it, Alexandra smirks but it is quickly wiped off her face as SYNN sits up once more and lands an elbow across the forehead of her opponent. Alexandra regains her senses to land another forearm to SYNN causing her to fall back. Looking like Alexandra has finally done SYNN in, she went to stomp on SYNN’s arm. To her misfortune SYNN gets her arm out of the way and grabs Alexandra’s free leg, flipping the hold into an octopus stretch hold on Alexandra’s legs. Alexandra scrambles and punches SYNN in the back of the head with her taped-up fists covered in the chainsaw bits. SYNN breaks the hold. Alexandra shoots down once more with a single leg trip. Once SYNN back was on the mat, Alexandra held SYNN leg straight up and torques it. Which causes SYNN to raise her back slightly. This in turn makes Alexandra kick the small of her back. SYNN lay flat on her back once more, she mustered her will to sit up but a leg torque caused her to put her shoulders to the mat and Alexandra drops her weaponized fist to the side of SYNN’s head. Gruff starts his count as SYNN lays there and Alexandra rests with the help of the top rope!
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~SYNN sits up quickly with an adrenaline rush, but Alexandra goes to work like a surgeon on the leg and forces her back down. With a burst of energy SYNN shoots up her free leg landing a stiff kick to the jaw, causing the OCW Faithful to “ooo” at the impact. That wasn’t enough for Alexandra to break her iron grip as she goes to put on a Figure-Four. SYNN has to break out of the hold, her leg shoots up again kicking Alexandra in the jaw once more. That one does it as she falls hard to the mat and Gruff is there to count.~
Jon McDaniel: One of them has to give in, or nature will take hold if they keep losing blood like they are.
Brian Rentfro: Somebody get a tampon down here!
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~Somehow Alexandra pushes herself back up to the OCW Faithful’s delight! Alexandra shoots for SYNN’s legs again to possibly apply a leg lock because in her mind if SYNN’s legs don’t work, she can’t stand up. Not falling for it yet again, SYNN sits up and applies a head lock on Alexandra. Gruff can’t do anything since the only rule is the loser has to be down for a 10 count, but he’s getting worried at the blood loss. Alexandra looks to be fading away, she has to get out of this predicament. Calaway decides to to dig her nails into SYNN’s leg with an iron grip causing her to loosen the head lock out of pain. Alexandra flips SYNN onto her stomach looking to attempt a Mexican surfboard. However, as Alexandra tries to grab her arms, SYNN sat up overpowering Alexandra and drops her with a quick DDT.~
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Brian Rentfro: Jesus Hank Williams Christ, she’s back up!
Jon McDaniel: I wonder if Tamika will stop the match?
Brian Rentfro: I doubt it. She is a Strader and was married to Simon Kalis.
~Alexandra pushes herself up stopping the count causing both women to separate and moves back to their feet once again. Alexandra shifts back and forth looking at SYNN as she limps on her worked upon knee. Calaway still had pains in her neck and panting in her breathing as the fatigue is starting to catch up on her. Keeping the match slow and technical can work in her favor. SYNN is scanning over Calaway clearly seeing the panting but she has a lot of blood like Calaway is. Both of their fists don’t much of the chainsaw bits on them anymore from the wetness of the blood. SYNN herself works a strategy, try and get a hold to work the neck, as well as getting her to wear herself out. Alexandra and SYNN starts to circle each other, Calaway avoids going for a take down, it would be clearly scouted. A lock up soon ensues, SYNN quickly breaking away from one arm and sending Calaway in an Irish whip. Calaway hit off the ropes and returns to a leap frog, continuing her journey. Alexandra rebounds off the ropes once again returning to an attempted high knee. Calaway counters diving over the knee and pulling SYNN down in a Ukrainian Leg Sweep. SYNN is up quickly. Alexandra staggers back, woozy from the blood loss, allowing SYNN to return to her feet, back into the ropes and speed forward with a lariat. The shot misses as Alexandra ducks under grabbing in a waist lock, a situation SYNN had studied for Alexandra. Before any damage could be done SYNN rolls forward grabbing Calaway’s feet, hooking her own under Alexandra’s arms. Alexandra pushes out of the roll upward, the women getting back to their feet with speed. Alexandra goes to capitalize but is caught with a hard, European uppercut for her troubles knocking her to the mat. SYNN quickly drops a knee on the throat. SYNN heads for the ropes returning with a second knee to the throat. SYNN quickly goes for the ropes stopping herself half way as Alexandra rolled to the apron to dodge the oncoming brutal and final blow. SYNN returns to the mat and goes back to the target. Alexandra is pulled from the apron and brought back to her feet on staggering knees. SYNN soon locked Alexandra in a cravat wrenching at the neck. Calaway felt the pain growing and knows she is not getting the best of this situation, she needss to turn it around in her favor. Alexandra soon wraps her close leg to the worked upon leg, similar to a Ukrainian leg sweep. A few elbows push SYNN’s grip off a bit enough to roll forward, tripping SYNN, and placing herself in a position for a knee bar. Calaway pulls back and stress’s the knee working on her focus point.~
Brian Rentfro: Alexandra has finally found a weak point, SYNN’s knee
Jon McDaniel: Well, she has been working SYNN’s legs as much as possible so that makes sense
~SYNN squirms around, she attempts to turn herself and land in some kicks but is unsuccessful. Alexandra’s Kneebar is a solid way to take out the knee. SYNN is forced back to her crawling strategy as her knee is pressured. SYNN soon finds herself a way out as she shifts somewhat to a vertical, using her free leg for a boost, her arms for balance. The last OCW Champion pulls Alexandra and pushes herself close enough to grab the second rope. Calaway decides to relinquish the hold, soon getting to her feet and backing up away from SYNN. SYNN holds her knee as she rolled along the ropes to face her opponent. Alexandra starts to circle in an almost vulture-like way, stalking the wounded.~
Jon McDaniel: Calaway looks like she is going for the kill now!
Brian Rentfro: Someone better!
~SYNN decides that she will fight back as she pushes off the ropes into a lock up. SYNN breaks away from one arm and applies a wrist lock on Alexandra’s left arm. Calaway quickly rolls forward and sprouts to her feet hooking SYNN in a Northern Lights Suplex. SYNN is knocked down with the suplex but the adrenaline helps her recover to her feet. Calaway capitalizes, sending in a stiff high knee, catching her foe in the lower rib cage. The shot cause’s SYNN to double over and to soon be placed in a textbook front face lock. They fight back and forth with the move until SYNN manages a counter. The crazy one unhooks Alexandra’s wrists and twirls out of the hold and moves up into a Hammerlock. Calaway is hooked into the arm based submission, but last’s there for a short time before mounting her own counter. Calaway steps a bit to the attacked arm’s side, ducking and shifting back into a counter. Calaway pulls up into her own hammer lock turning the tables on the challenger. This table, however, is turned once again. SYNN reach’s back with her free arm, managing to get a hold of Calaway’s hair. With the long hair in hand, SYNN pulls it forward over her shoulder and drops to her rear, pulling the Hellion down into a jawbreaker. Alexandra whip lashed back to a vertical, dazed and slightly confused. SYNN is jarred as she catch’s her footing. SYNN is to her feet at this time and takes advantage leaping for a picture-perfect dropkick. SYNN lands perfectly as Calaway staggers back and falls through the second and third ropes to the apron. The two of them pull themselves up. They both lean back into ropes on opposite sides and run at eachother full tilt.~
~CRASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!~
Jon McDaniel: Holy shit, they just clotheslined each other straight to hell! Looks like it hit harder as they both slid on the blood all over the ring!
Brian Rentfro: Look! Fucking blood spattered all the way over here! Glad I got my Hepatitis shots! That gruffy looking referee Gruff is starting to count!
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Jon McDaniel: Both are starting to get up!
~Calaway and SYNN are both trying to pull themselves up, but Gruff keeps counting.~
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~Calaway has pulled herself up with the help of the ropes, and as it looks SYNN is about to, she slips on the blood and hits the mat hard as Gruff calls....~
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~DING DING DING~
Belvedere: And your winner... and first PWA United States Champion.... THE HELLION ALEXANDRA CALAWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!
~As Calaway’s music plays, the twins (Tamika and John) come out from behind the curtain of the entranceway. Tamika carries the same velvet sack she had earlier in her right hand, microphone in her left and John doesn’t wait as he rushes down ringside, getting into the ring to help up Calaway who had fallen back down. Tamika enters the ring, with a microphone in hand. Calaway’s music dies down as Belvedere holds the bag and Tamika pulls out the brand new PWA United States Championship. She presents it to Calaway who gladly takes it and John holds up his old lady’s hand pointing at her, wide smile on his face.~
Tamika Strader: First off, SYNN. That was a hell of a match. I don’t want you to go away feeling like you got nothing from this. You’ll be facing the newly crowned PWA Grizzly Beer Championship Jack Sullivan in her first defence at Technical Difficulties 2 in “taiwan” because this match showed you earned it. And Alexandra...
Jon McDaniel: both women have earned something tonight. A Grizzly Beer title shot at the next Premium Mega Show for SYNN and Alexandra Calaway, the IWF Invictus Champion, the SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion, OutcastCW Anarchy Champion and now the first ever PWA United States Champion. That is beyond impressive, Brian.
Brian Rentfro: I will admit, that is very impressive. Four championships in four different promotions just isn’t heard of!
~John puts the US title around Calaway’s waist. He grabs her other three belts she brought down to the ring with her. They leave the ring, celebrating, and slapping the hands of the OCW Faithful, making their way backstage into the massive party tent where Ghost Knife, Machete Phil and Eddy Beuger.~
Brian Rentfro: Those three... Ghost Knife, Eddy Bueger and Machete Phil... are they for real?
Jon McDaniel: very much so. Have you met the Executive Vice President, The Knife Man aka Knifey?
Brian Rentfro: Spoke on the phone with him, but never seen him face to face.
~Jon laughs as Brian looks at him with a confused look on his face.~
THEY FIGHT FOR HONOR
CATCH THE REPLAY OF HIGH TIDE HORRORS ON THEIR XWITTEX @PWVALOR
Chop Top: And it’s good, ya big baboon!
Leatherface: *making pig squealing noises and starts up his chainsaw thrusting it overhead as it revs up.~
Chop Top: Drink up, wench! Fireball will warm ya up and give ya flavour for the BBQ!
Tamika Strader: Ugh, I hate this stuff *takes shot* Ahhh. So that was one hell of a match, wasn’t it? There is so much blood and bits of flesh all over the canvas. Close right till the very end. Congratulations to my future sister-in-law on making history and becoming the first ever PWA US Champion! And SYNN, like I told you out there, you will face Jack Sullivan Jr. for the PWA Grizzly Beer Championship at Technical Difficulties 2! And of course, please give a warm applause for Rob Zombie once again! Ok, bitch. You are going down!
~Tamika banks a ball into a cup and does a pelvic thrust dance like Ace Ventura as we fade out to the bandstand area.~
Tamika Strader: Can ya feel that, honey?! HUH! HUH HUH! HUH!
PWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
FRANKLIN’S DEMISE MATCH
Jon McDaniel: Oh man, this is awesome. You can feel the vibe flowing through everyone here tonight on the Strader Estate.
Brian Rentfro: Been a long time since we had a PWA World Champion... I am excited too!
Jon McDaniel: Look at you, getting into the spirit!
Belvedere: The following match is scheduled for one fall...
OCW Faithful: ONE FALL!
Belvedere: And is to crown a brand-new Pioneer Wrestling Association World Heavyweight Champion! Initially, the match was called a Franklin’s Demise Match, where every few minutes a disadvantage would be handed out to both competitors. However, due to Larry Tact and Veronica Cain not being able to compete, this match is now the main event and will take place in the replica house of the Slaughter Family from the original Texas Chainsaw Massacre movie and the disadvantages will be announced with the competitors!
Jon McDaniel: A bit of a change in the match stipulations. As we know, the event is dedicated to the late Original Cowgirl From Hell, Meghan Strader, and Tamika was not about to let the replica house built go to waste!
Brian Rentfro: I am curious to what the disadvantages will be now being that they aren’t being given out every few minutes.
Jon McDaniel: I am sure we will find out!
Belvedere: Introducing first...
~All the screens around the bleachers, and on the back of them, and the OCWTron all light up, and are split screen. The left half shows a picture first, and it’s Corey Black hanging upside down from a meat hook in what looks to be Chop Top’s bedroom with all the war and Vietnam paraphernalia hanging on the walls, and “human” skulls with candles sticking out the top, lit.~
Belvedere: He is the death match king, and one of the pillars of a promotion I’m not allowed to call by name... hailing from Minneapolis, Minnesota and weighing in at two-hundred and twenty-two pounds... he is the one... the ONLY... COREY “DEATHPROOF” BLACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Brian Rentfro: Jesus George H.W. Bush Christ, the poor fucker is hanging upside down from a damn meat hook!
Jon McDaniel: That is a hell of a way to start a match.
Belvedere: And his opponent...
~Belvedere pulls a piece of paper out and goes over it as “Hell Broke Luce” by Tom Waits starts to play as the other half of the screens lights up and shows The Raven himself, grease paint on his face as he does for his matches is also hanging upside down by a meat hook. Belvedere looks at the paper as he starts to speak.~
Belvedere: hailing from Baltimore, Maryland weighing in at two-hundred and forty-four pounds... He is the sperm donor of 12 dozen kids that we know of across the continental United States and Canada (and God only knows how many overseas)... this man slut is known as MATT “THE RAVEN WHO THINKS THE PULL OUT METHOD IS A GOOD FORM OF BIRTH CONTROL MAN WHORE” KNOX!!!!!!!!!!!!
~Belvedere, the commentators and OCW Faithful are all laughing and on the screens we can see Corey Black smirk, and Knox mumbling “thanks Tamika” with a shake of his upside down head.~
Belvedere: The following disadvantages are as followed and applies to both competitors. Neither are allowed to use their personal finishers in the match, including the set ups used so no big boots or flying knees.
Jon McDaniel: Oh, that is brutal. The big boot and flying knees seem to be directed mostly to Knox.
Belvedere: The match can only be officially won by pinfall only at the OCW ring and ring area I am standing in, so they will need to make their way from the house, across the tent area where the OCW Faithful have stayed overnight. There will be no rope breaks allowed which includes using the ropes as leverage in a pinfall!
Jon McDaniel: Damn, this match is legit huge with having to traverse from the south east end of the estate to near the centre where we are!
Brian Rentfro: Definitely makes it much more interesting.
Belvedere: And the last disadvantage is absolutely no submissions allowed. There will only be to a count of three to let go of a submission. PWA Referee Lance Weston has been instructed that this is mandatory and can’t not give warnings, only to count. If Tamika Strader feels he’s counted to slow, she will intervene.
Brian Rentfro: Seems to me that these disadvantages are more geared toward Knox as I look over his Wikipedia page. No big boots, flying knee strikes, no finishers, and no submission greatly hinders Knox.
Jon McDaniel: Tamika Strader doesn’t really hate anyone, besides that moron Luscious Starr, but it’s well known she doesn’t like how he treated his daughter (and her niece) Veronica and likes and highly respects Corey Black. Plus, with his connection to the Strader family being Victoria and Veronica’s father, and grandpa to Veronica and Outcast’s daughter, I doubt she wants to hear anything about having a positive bias to The Raven.
Brian Rentfro: She’s changed over the years. But being married to Simon Kalis and being the daughter of Scott Nash Strader will do that to a person.
Belvedere: With further ado... let the games begin!
~DING DING DING~
~The OCW Faithful’s eyes are glued to the screens all around them and the OCWTron itself. The screens stay split as both Knox and Black reach up, grabbing onto the ropes that are tied around their ankles that have them hanging from their own hooks. Corey is the first to get the knot undone, grabs on the hook with his right hand so when his legs drop, he doesn’t go crashing down. Knox, on the other hand, tries to grab on but his hand slips and he crashes down, a decrepit looking foot stool breaking his fall.~
Matt Knox: Ahh, fuck, that smarts.
~He pulls himself up, looking around the room and his nose crinkles from the smell.~
Matt Knox: Well, she certainly went all out making this place as real as ever.
~On Corey side of the split screen, he walks towards a door that is open slightly, and he sees Knox. The split screen turns to one as Corey Black comes crashing through the door, levelling Knox with a vicious clothesline from hell!~
Jon McDaniel: Corey Black with the first strike of the match, and it was a brutal clothesline.
Brian Rentfro: I’ll say, they both crashed through that rocking chair in the room and blew apart instantly!
Jon McDaniel: And there is more to come!
~Knox grabs the edge of his tights by the waists and pulls them forward, allowing them to snap back against his skin. He smiles at Corey as he grabs a hold of his junk and gives him a wink but Corey is having none of his bullshit as he charges at him again. He immediately goes for a lariat but Knox sidesteps him and lands a quick strike with the side of his palm into his throat. He grabs his head and neck and DDT's him into the floorboard before wrapping his legs around his torso and maintaining the hold. He yells as he rips into him neck, pulling back and closing his arm tightly around it. Corey starts throwing punches wildly into his ribs and gut trying to escape. Finally , Lance Weston gets up the stairs where they are and orders Knox to let go. He does and he sits up, Knox throws him a cocky smirk as he sits on top of his lip but he immediately strikes him with a punch straight to his throat. He immediately coughs and chokes, rolling away from him while he holds his throat. Corey grabs him by his right leg and lifts it up, smashing his knee into the ground. He does it again as he tries to crawl away before stomping repeatedly on the back of his knee, then his knee cap as he rolls onto his back though the knee pads he's wearing help stave off severe damage. Knox sends out a sharp thrust kick to Corey's tights, alternating between his legs before kicks until he backs off. Knox rolls away and gets to his feet, placing his fist against the wall. Corey stands back and catches his breath.~
Jon McDaniel: This is intense, Brian. Some serious back and forth here.
Brian Rentfro: Corey seems a little out of it already, though doesn't he? Think Knox’s bulge is throwing him off?
Jon McDaniel: I think the question is why YOU noticed that, Brian.
Brian Rentfro: Hey! I’m not gay, but if I was, you shouldn’t shame me for it.
Jon McDaniel: Don’t try and get me cancelled. You’ll do that to yourself long before you do it to me.
~Corey and Knox rush each other but Corey stops short and grabs Knox by the shoulders, throwing him face first towards the wall. He hits it and bounces back, holding his face as Corey kicks him in the back of the knee. It brings him to one knee. He grabs his neck and head again and drops back for an inverted DDT that snaps Knox knee as well but the quickly done construction work of the house means vulnerabilities throughout at and go crashing through the floor, both landing the dinner table, where a dummy corpse of Grandpa Sawyer sits. Knox grabs his left knee as Corey instinctively gets back to his feet, taking the least of the fall but it still affected him. He takes a few steps back then runs forward and hits a double foot stomp right on that very same knee, the left one. Knox winces in pain and rolls away as quick as he can. He looks up at the grotesque pictures on the walls, skulls ranging from animal to human looking down at him, almost mocking him. Corey calmly walks towards him and grabs him by the neck again, lifting him to his knees. Knox punches him in the gut and grabs his shoulders, reaching up and bringing him down while pulling himself up. He knees him in the face (luckily it wasn’t a flying knee, amirite?) and then wraps his hand around him neck. He lifts him up quickly, all the way and into the air. He brings him down to the mat hard with a thunderous chokeslam, catching Lance Weston off guard with the move as he made his way from upstairs. Knox climbs on top of Corey, wrapping his legs around his waist and pressing his knees against his ribs as he holds both his shoulders down.~
Lance Weston: You can’t pin him here, remember?
~Corey quickly pushes forward, kneeing Knox in the stomach and holds him down for a cover just as he did him.
Lance Weston: Same for you Corey, give it up guys.
Jon McDaniel: Selective memory.
Brian Rentfro: Maybe they ate some Cara Strader’s edibles. I did the other day, and woke surrounded by empty bags of Jack in the Box, Burger King, and McDonalds everywhere. Shit is dangerous!
Jon McDaniel: Good to know, she gave me a bag of them. She said they were Knox inspired ones.
~Jon will be in for a surprise when he sees they are all big dicks. Knox throws Corey off of himself and quickly rolls away and onto his feet. He begins swaying back and forth in a fighting stance as Corey gets to his feet as well. Knox rushes him and Corey drop toe holds Knox face first into the door frame leading to the big steel door where Leatherface keeps his fresh meat. Knox's head snaps back and blood spurts everywhere. The OCW Faithful cheer, hoot and holler as Knox rolls onto his face and holds his nose... it looks to be broken and bleeding! He scoffs as Corey rushes towards him and lands a moonsault onto him as he's laid out, making sure he hits him right in the shoulder, dislocating it. Knox quickly pulls himself onto his shoulders in a great display of athleticism, strength and spins on his shoulders like he was break dancing before bringing both his legs back down towards Corey as he gets up. He grabs him by the waist with his legs and jumps onto back with a big push. He locks his legs around Corey and slams him to the floor. He goes to throw Corey face first into the metal sliding door, but Corey extends his leg and foot out, the heel of his boot stopping the move! Knox falls back and off of Corey as he winces in horrible pain, his left arm hanging limp off of him torso as he gets to his feet using Lance Weston as a pull. Knox is back on his feet and wipes the blood from his face as he stalks him carefully. Corey stumbles forward and snaps his dislocated shoulder back into place to the oohhhs and ahhhs of the OCW Faithful and Lance gulps and looks away as the sound makes him wannabe sick. Knox grabs Corey quickly and smashes him face first against the turnbuckle corner turnbuckles once, twice, thrice! He stumbles back and Knox unleashes a sickening barrage of lefts and rights. Corey's head twists as blood spurts from his mouth and he stumbles forward again.~
Jon McDaniel: This is raw, Brian. It is a real fight, a real wrestling match.
Brian Rentfro: In a replica of fictional cannibal home. I'm surprised they're both bleeding now so easily.
Jon McDaniel: Well, the house, I took a tour of it with the boss last week, and it really is very accurate so it makes it dangerous.
~Knox turns around as Corey clotheslines him to the ground for his insolence. He's right back up and hip tosses his face grease painted ass to the steel door. Knox gets right back up again and dodges a straight punch from Corey only to get and a blind elbow to the back of the head as he steps passed him. Corey yanks the steel door open, and grabs Knox by the waistband and tosses him into the red wall. He spits blood forward but only gets a little bit on Matt's face. It's enough though to blind Knox slightly as he puts his feet to his feet and then kicks him forward with tremendous force into the sadistic looking kitchen. Knox' face boings off the butcher board as the OCW Faithful who have made their way over to the house and howl at him from outside. Corey goes up behind him and begins smashing his face against the board repeatedly. He doesn't stop to the point everyone's lost count and Knox' grease paint has transferred from his face to the butcher’s board. Knox stumbles backwards in a complete daze as Corey kicks him in the gut and delivers him to the tiled floor with a double armed DDT. Knox' head bounces off the tiles, cracking one of the tiles and he remains motionless, rolling onto his back and blood all over his face. The house rattles as the OCW Faithful have squeezed against it smack their hands against it, hard begging Corey to throw Knox through the window in the room they are. He laughs at him grabs Knox by the throat and lifts him to his knees. Knox kneels before him on his knees and his head tilted back. He smirks and Corey responds with a swift knee to the side of Knox' head. Knox droops over to the right side but straightens himself out. Corey knees him again, this time he droops over to the left side. Corey begins chopping his chest with his backhand to the roars of the OCW Faithful!~
One! Two! Three! Four!
~Knox is using his hands by putting them behind him to just keep his balance as his chest turns red. Suddenly he pushes himself forward and grabs Corey's legs. He sweeps him off him feet and rolls him forward onto him shoulders as he presses himself up against him, he grabs his arms and whips Mister Deathproof through the turnbuckle window, the OCW Faithful barely getting out of the way in time. Corey starts to get back, turning to the window and Knox comes flying through the broken window levelling the death match king to the ground with a flying lariat.~
Jon McDaniel: They are gonna kill each other.
Brian Rentfro: Yeah, it’s bloody well fantastic, Jon!
~Knox rolls off of Corey as is still obviously hurt, but smiling as he holds his chest with his left hand and wipes the blood from his face with his right.~
Jon McDaniel: He better realize that'll probably only piss Corey off more and not help his cause here.
Brian Rentfro: From what I can tell, Knox lives to piss people off.
~Corey Black drops The Raven with a drop toe hold into the hard earth and leg drops onto the downed Knox and then proceeds to kick him in the back of the head, Knox’s face bouncing off the grass. Knox begins pushing himself up off the ground and trips up Black with his free. Knox grabs Corey by the neck and lifts him up against the wall of the house with his right hand. He kicks but he moves his upper body from side to side to avoid the kicks as his grabs his hand with both. Knox smirks as he chokes him while holding him up before pushing him around and taking him from the wall of the house back into the air. He puts his hand on his lower back and slams him down hard to the grass. Knox lifts him and starts dragging him in the direction of where the ring and bleachers set up. The OCW Faithful roar. He puts his face to Corey's and talks into his ear but he yells back, telling him off. Corey tries to shoot an elbow blindly into Knox' sides and it works but Knox immediately sends his own elbow in Corey’s side and throws him forward as they have reached the tent area of the OCW Faithful. He kicks his legs as he elbows his sides and Knox with all his might throws Corey forward and before he lands on top of a tent, it collapsing down on top of it, a well-endowed naked woman comes running followed by a well-endowed man, raring for action.~
Jon McDaniel: Wow. This match has been pretty intense so far.
Brian Rentfro: Screw the match, look at them titties!
Jon McDaniel: Surprised you didn’t mention the big hard dick.
Brian Rentfro: Now who’s noticing phalluses.
~ Mister Deathproof is up out of the tent as Knox looks at the naked woman, possibly looking at a future baby mama but Corey as he throws another elbow with his right arm into Knox' side. He Knox pushes himself up to his feet and lands a picture perfect European Uppercut sendng Corey up and backwards in the air, landing on the hard ground. Knox grabs a broken pole from the tent, and starts whipping Black across the back with it.~
OCW Faithful: One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight! Nine! Ten!
~Knox goes for an eleventh but Corey turns around and grabs the pole, yanking out of Knox’s hand. He smiles and the two of them begin throwing lefts and rights at one another, getting closer to the ring. Corey finally lands one and it almost looks like slowmo as spit, blood and what looks like a molar fly out of his mouth. Knox tries to crawl away from Corey but he grabs back onto him and Kicks him in the back of the head! Knox winces in horrible pain as he smashes his fist in the ground in anger. Corey throws himself back hard landing a vicious elbow to the back of Knox’s head. Knox grabs onto Corey’s left foot, and pulls him hard. The OCW Faithful surround them as Lance Weston does his best to keep them back as Knox yells in pain as Veronica is shown on our screens with a look of worry for her old man. They must be making progress if she is showing concern for him. Knox looks around in gut instinct for a weapon of sort. His hand grips something.~
Jon McDaniel: I don't think I've ever seen Knox in this much genuine pain. At least he's never expressed it so violently and Corey knows he has him. His knees are his weak point right now from all those flying knees over the years and he is going to break his legs and win this match!
Brian Rentfro: I wouldn't count corvid-boy out just yet as it looks like something is in his hand.
~Corey brings himself forward and he is laughing and smiling as Knox' head rolls around on the ground, he's stopped thrashing around. Playing possum works as Corey bends down to grab Knox with a fistful of hair and...
SMACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OCW Faithful: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Jon McDaniel: He just clocked Corey with a rock!
Brian Rentfro: Jesus Ted Cruz Christ! It looks like he is bleeding from his ear!
~Knox's eyes close and the blood from his forehead has slowly stopped running, but it covers his eyes and mouth. Corey is checked on by Lance Weston and to his surprise Corey speaks.~
Corey Black: I’m fine. I’m fine. Get away from me!
~As Weston backs up, it seems half the crowd begins cheering and chanting for Knox to get up while the other half cheers Corey on.
OCW Faithful: CAW-CAW MOTH-ER FU-CKER! DEATH-PROOF! CAW-CAW MOTH-ER FU-CKER!
~ The two start to get back to their feet, the fans energizing them both.!
Brian Rentfro: The OCW Faithful as they are called, (fucking Jim Jones motherfuckers) are divided on these two!
Jon McDaniel: Well neither are fully OCW, but my guess whoever wins tonight? That’s who they will be all about.
Brian Rentfro: Wrestling fans... Fickle pricks.
~The two of them look toward the ring area and they start moving that way.~
Jon McDaniel: Looks like they are holding off, making their towards the ring area.
Brian Rentfro: Like Belvedere said, they have to get the pinfall in the ring. It would be hard to drag a 200 plus pound deadweight body to the ring. A moment for a truce is just smart on both of them. We’ll see if one of them is smart enough to attack before they reach the ring once they are pissing distance of it.
~Rentfro squints and the camera mic picks up a screeching sound coming from his head set. Jon laughs.
Jon McDaniel: She told you not to mention any sort of bowel movements, especially that one.
Brian Rentfro: My mistake.
~They reach the bleachers and Knox not wasting even a second turns, grabs Corey’s arm and pulls him in, hitting him with a hard short-arm clothesline, falling in between the bleachers. Knox grabs him by the collar of his beat-up shirt, and runs with him. With his right hand holding the waistband of his pants and left hand gripping the back of his long hair he launches him over the ring barrier, and Corey bounces head first off the steel ring steps.~
Matt Knox: You're mine now.
Corey Black:*grumbling* We'll see about that, Birdman.
~Knox smiles as he slides into the ring. Thankfully, shortly after the United States title match, the ring mat had been replaced, but the carnage was still all over the ring apron and floor. Corey is back up quickly, and rushes Knox while he’s distracted waving at his kid watching him front row and goes for a running knee to the head but Corey smartly remembers that isn’t allowed, and changes to another elbow but it loses the power with the last second change, to which Knox uses his veteran presence of mind to sidestep and avoid. Corey tumbles forward but maintains his balance as he presses against the corner turnbuckle. Knox jumps forward and kicks him straight on the spinal cord, sending Corey to his knees in pain. Knox places his left leg on him lower back as he grabs his arms and begins pulling back, using his stronger right leg to maintain balance and control. Lance Weston checks on Corey as this move is grey area to the submission rule in the match as Knox leans into the move. Suddenly Knox slips his left leg up, and let’s go of Corey's right arm as he shoves him face first into the bottom turnbuckle with a vicious sliding kick to the back of him head. All the while he tries to rip out the arm he had previously dislocated earlier. Corey's head smacks against the turnbuckle again and Knox drops to his right knee behind him and begins smashing him face first repeatedly. OCW Faithful take pictures quickly on their cell phones as Knox wails on his head until he begins bleeding all over the place. Lance Weston intervenes and forces Knox to back off for a moment while he checks on Corey. Corey hits the mat and doesn't seem to be moving as Weston checks on him, the OCW Faithful are all in shock at the pure brutality of such a simple mode of attack that Knox himself got earlier in the match. Knox steps back, still groggy and still aching in his knees as he gets out of the ring begins ripping the mat up.~
Jon McDaniel: Jesus Christ what is he doing?
Brian Rentfro: Jesus Hank Williams Sr Christ, you mean.
Jon McDaniel: Huh?
Brian Rentfro: You heard me.
~Weston turns around to watch as Knox rolls up mat and pushes it into a corner like a rolled rug. He stomps his foot down on the bare hard dirt ground of the outside venue as Corey gets to his feet. Corey quickly turns around as Knox goes for a roundhouse kick and he ducks it quickly. Corey jumps up behind Knox and wraps his right arm around his neck, dropping back for a DDT straight onto the hard earth and bashing the back of Knox's head against it.~
Jon McDaniel: BACKFIRE!
Brian Rentfro: No shit, Sherlock.
~Knox grabs the back of his head in pain as Corey, on his knees before he begins bashing his head up and down against the dirt ground. Knox quickly counters and rolls himself onto his shoulders, grabbing Corey by the neck with his legs and slamming him to the ground. He rolls away and gets to his feet as he stands up, wiping the blood from his face and parting his hair back. Knox dekes in front of him, he sidesteps but he was faking and he gouges him in the eyes! Kick to the sternum and BLACKENED(Meghan Strader’s Sister Abigail finisher!!!) He looks at his daughter and mouths “for mamabear” and The OCW Faithful is ON THEIR FEET as Knox hooks both legs quickly!!!
1!
Jon McDaniel: That was one of Meghan Strader’s finishers!
2!!
Brian Rentfro: And the NEW PWA Wor-
THREEEEEEEE KICK OUT! KICK OUT! KICK OUT! COREY BLACK KICKS OUT OF BLACKENED!!!
Jon McDaniel: HAH WHAT WAS THAT BRIAN?! WHAT WAS THAT?!
Brian Rentfro: ...
~Knox sits up and can't believe what he's seeing. He looks up at Lance Weston who holds up two fingers and then back at Corey who is just smiling back at him.~
Jon McDaniel: Corey Black is a damn beast folks.
Brian Rentfro: Whatever. He’s just lucky Matt can't use his own finishers.
Jon McDaniel: Don't make excuses. You're downplaying the heart and spirit of Corey Black who deserves our adulation and respect right now.
Brian Rentfro: Yeah, yeah.
~Knox gets to his feet absolutely pissed off, as Corey slowly gets back to his feet. As Knox turns around he's met with a sudden spike DDT right onto the dirt ground floor and he yells out in pain as he begins to bleed from the open wound on his forehead again. Knox crawls away from him and him smiles sadistically as he stalks him from behind. Knox gets to his feet and Veronica tries to warn Matt but it's too late as Corey gets up behind him and wraps his arms under Matt's. he holds for a moment and steps back, Knox's eyes widening as he drops back and hits a huge FRANKLESLAM(Angle-Slam)! The OCW Faithful goes NUTS!!!! Corey turns Matt over and hooking the leg.~
1!
Jon McDaniel: And he hits his od tag team partner, FPV, finisher and NOW, Brian. NOW it's over!
2!!
Brian Rentfro: Oh man, HPV for the win?!
THREEEEEEEEE- WHAT?! WHAT?! KNOX THROWS A SHOULDER UP AT THE LAST SECOND!!!
Brian Rentfro: HAHAHA YES YES YES YES YES!!!!! MATT KNOX DOES IT AGAIN FOLKS!!! HE BEAT HPV!
Jon McDaniel: FPV. Not HPV.
Brian Rentfro: Neither can Corey, Jon... but Human Pavlova Virus or whatever would’ve been better.
~Jon shakes his head at Brian saying Pavlobva. Corey looks at Weston who shakes his head holding up two fingers. Knox grabs Corey's hair and pulls him towards himself and begins whispering into his ears. He pushes him off and he smirks. Corey crashes an elbow straight over Knox's throat and his eyes pop as he begins to choke and hold his neck. He rolls away on the cold dirt ground and still feels the pain of Frankleslam. Corey wipes the blood from his face, as does Knox and they both get up. Corey rushes to Knox! He lands a vicious roaring elbow! Another! Another! And ANOTHER! Knox is groggy and as Corey goes for yet another, he drops himself to his knees and sends a right fist straight into his gut. He keels forward and he grabs him by the waist and pulls him down to the cold dirt ground. He quickly lifts him up by the leg and pulls it over himself and goes to lock in an Argentine leg lock on Corey Black but remembers no submission so with all his strength he whips him by the leg over his shoulder and Black hits the unforgiving ground HARD! Black writhes in pain.~
~Corey is right up behind him with a rush of adrenaline and grabs Knox by the crotch and rolls him up, he slams his head on the dirt ground hard as he does this.~
1!
2!!
Brian Rentfro: BOOO!
3!!!!!!!!!!
~Lance Weston waves his arms saying no, no, NO! Knox' shoulder is up and Corey slams his fist into his chest in anger. Knox laughs it off and smiles as he remains on the ground breathing heavily. Black gets back to his feet. Knox slowly gets to his feet and the back of his head is cut open now and he's bleeding a bit. Veronica throws Knox a purple bandana and he looks at it and back to her with a “what?” and she motions to wrap his head. He nods and does so as Corey looks at him with a burning intensity. Corey rushes Knox but he opens his arms and grabs onto him. He lifts him off of his feet and locks in a bear hug of all moves. He swings him around in his arms like a ragdoll, putting his face near his chest and smiling. Lance doesn’t do anything because he doesn’t classify the bear hug as a submission. Lucky for Knox. Black spits blood at him and he stumbles back, blinded but maintaining his grip around him. Corey sends a roaring elbow into his head but Knox maintains the hold. He shoots back with a headbutt which sends Corey's neck snapping back. Knox rushes forward blindly and slams him against the corner turnbuckle on the ground. He throws another roaring elbow into his head but all it does is get some of the blood out of his eyes allowing him to see with one eye open. He slams him against the ringpost again and smiles as he does so, but Corey has had enough. He puts his thumbs in his eyes and he begins to scream but he maintains the hold. Corey yells as he tries literally ripping his eyes out so Knox slams him to the ground with him on top of Mister Deathproof. He's winded and remains on top of him, forcing his weight onto him. He smiles and he headbutts him back, pushing him off of him. Knox rubs his face and looks up and the OCW Faithful are standing looking at Knox as his eye appears to be bleeding and severely red in the left socket.~
Jon McDaniel: Knox’s ain’t looking good.
Brian Rentfro: Reminds me of this one time, I had this chick at home and I ended up with double barrel pinkeye after ea- - -
Jon McDaniel: Dude, shut up!
~Knox kicks the ground as he holds his face and Lance Weston checks up on him. Corey looks at him and laughs as he sits up against the ring and catches his breath.~
Brian Rentfro: Knox might be blind in his left eye after that! Jesus!
Jon McDaniel: I guess he should've taken the contract WITH health care that Tamika offered him in the first place?
Brian Rentfro: Isn’t that just giving him a fake Canadian Health Card?
Lance Weston: I may need to call the bell on this one, Matt.
Matt Knox: Like fuck you will.
~Knox jumps to his feet and slides the bandana over his left eye and stomps his feet several times. Corey is on his feet and he points his hand towards him in a classic "bring it bitch" fashion.~
Corey Black: Maybe one of your pet crows can guide you around, hm? Or maybe one of you 700 kids?
Matt Knox: You are a comedian, you know that?
~ Once they are back in the ring, Knox rushes Corey and he rushes Matt, but he stops quickly as Knox spears him! BUT Corey locks his left arm around Knox's neck and slams his head into the corner turnbuckles as he spears him against them. He continues this, not letting go. Knox wiggles his way out of it and they lock horns and grapple for the first time in the match. Knox goes for a suplex and lifts Corey all the way up in the air! But Corey's fighting back and manages to get himself back to his feet and then he grips Knox's tights and in a sheer display of adrenaline COREY suplexes MATT and awkwardly into the corner turnbuckle again! Knox crumbles into a heap upside down on his head in a tree of woe, his legs arched over his head Corey throws himself onto him crushing his own body against itself as he makes the cover!
1!
Jon McDaniel: And two-hundred and forty-four pounds just crushed Knox in the corner!
2!!
Brian Rentfro: Yeah? All the good it'll do! Knox isn’t a pixie stick.
THRE-KICK OUT!
Brian Rentfro: See?
~Knox kicks out at the two and a half count and falls over onto his side, breathing heavily. Corey rolls away from him and lays on his back in disbelief. Corey gets back to his feet with a fiery passion in his eyes but so does Matt Knox. Out of NOWHERE Knox straightens his body and hits a superkick on Corey Black! Lance goes to call the bell but Veronica yells from the front row.~
Veronica Cain: It said no Big Boots! Superkicks are fine!
Jon McDaniel: Veronica helping her dad once again!
Brian Rentfro: Just reminding Lance of the rules. He’s getting up there in age now.
~Corey doesn't fall down though! He stumbles back in a complete and utter daze as Knox yells at him. He begins unleashing a barrage of kicks and punches. He hits him in the face several times with a quick succession of lefts and rights. He jumps back and forth, swaying and dancing on his toes as he sends out vicious kicks to Corey's thighs, snapping them out Muay Thai style and instead of hitting with his feet he hits with his shins to his thighs several times. He follows it up with an elbow uppercut to his face, then grabs him with his left hand by his hair as he repeatedly brings roaring elbows into his skull. He stumbles around nearly falling as Knox puts himself behind him and unleashes more Muay Thai styled power kicks to his back and the back of his legs. He's literally swirling in circles around him kicking him repeatedly all over, aiming his shins like baseball bats into his thighs, knees, ribs and arms. The OCW Faithful is going nuts trying to keep up with the count as Knox lays a fist into to his sternum... Finally he jumps back and screams as he sends out another vicious superkick to Corey Black's face, sending the former AW World Champion spinning, then to his knees, and finally he collapses onto his stomach.~
Brian Rentfro: Corey is looking spent! And Knox looks like he’s gonna need a eye patch after this.
~Knox gasps for air as he falls to his knees, completely drained as he rolls Corey over onto his back. He puts himself on top of him and collapses over Black. Lance Weston drops for the count!~
1!
Jon McDaniel: COREY! GET UP COREY!
2!!
Brian Rentfro: ALLL HAILLL!!!!
3!!!!!!!!...........NO! NO! NO!!! COREY KICKS OUT! COREY BLACK KICKS OUT!
Jon McDaniel: OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! COREY IS STILL IN IT FOLKS!
Brian Rentfro: ...I'm speechless.
~Knox rolls off of Corey and breathes heavily. He shakes his head and puts his hands on his chest in utter disbelief. Corey is smiling as her turns his head and looks at Matt who looks back at him. The OCW Faithful is on their feet and cheering so loud it is absolutely deafening. Knox rolls away after a few moments onto his stomach and uses all of his strength to push himself up to his feet. Corey is slow moving as he claws at the corner turnbuckle to help him get to his feet. Both of them are on their feet now, wobbly at best. Knox saunters forward groggily as does Corey and both of them put their fists up.~
Matt Knox: Time to finish this.
Corey Black: Let's.
~Corey unleashes a quick right hook which Knox dodges from hitting his face, but he still connects with his neck. He coughs and chokes as Corey throws out a roaring elbow but Knox strikes first with a quick thrust kick to his thighs. He winces and everything stops. Knox breathes heavily, holding his chest as he continues to cough and show the wear and tear of the match. He looks at Corey with a heavy heart as he looks at Knox, his eyes glassing. One quick and final elbow into Knox' chest sends him stumbling and onto the canvas in pain. Corey falls to the canvas with him and looks up.~
Jon McDaniel: it’s a wonder how either of these two men are going. They aren’t spring chickens.
Brian Rentfro: I won't lie, this is one of the best PWA World title matches I have ever called with you, Jon. And we have called more than we can count.
~The two men are up, by pure willpower by this point. They both shake their heads. They start to trade basic right and lefts, their energy dwindling. Knox looks up at the stars, and he can feel her smiling down on him. The one babymama that had her shit together. He just nods and he sends a thrust kick just above Corey’s junk, in the pelvic bone. As he doubles over in pain, Knox slams Black’s head between his thighs and hooks his arms. He looks over at his daughter, who has the Strader sneer on her face and he just winks at her as he pulls back and lands THE MEMORY REMAINS (Meghan Strader’s main finisher, a pedigree).~
Jon McDaniel: ...
Brian Rentfro: ...
~Knox rolls Corey over and hooks his leg.~
1!!!
2!!
3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
~DING DING DING~
~Black kicks out a millisecond too late, as Knox lays there on the mat, just looking up at the sky. Veronica hops the ring barroer and slides into the ring, and checks on her dad as Ghost Knife, Machete Phil and Eddy Bueger rush down to the ring with a stretcher to check on Corey Black. Black is slowly getting up as he hears “Hell Broke Luce” playing. He pushes the medics away, and just nods at Corey as he limps down the entrance way.~
Belvedre: The winner of this match, by pinfall... And NEWWWWW PIONEER WRESTLING ASSOCIATION WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!! THE RAVEN... MATT!!!!! KNOX!!!!
~The OCW Faithful give both men a standing ovation for the hell they just put one another through. Tamika has made her way down to the ring but hasn’t gotten in.~
Tamika Strader: Sweetheart, come here.