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OCW Presents: Technical Difficulites
LIVE: Sunday, April 24th, 2022
FROM: The Frank Coliseum on THE ISLAND

It felt like we’d been walking for days. Probably because we had. There was this incredible weight holding me down. Literally. Greg leaned against my back, relying on me to get him to where we were going.

WHEREVER THAT MAY BE

We’d been captured. Captured with a capital “FUCK”. Apparently there were natives on this island. Natives far larger in numbers than we’d been led to believe. Natives with attitude. Natives with island pride.

Unbeknownst to our accidental visit, they’d left us alone.

Then came the fire.

A smokey, orange alarm. It caught their attention and down from their village they came to investigate.

What they found drew their ire AND their spears.

Now? Now we pay the price. We are at their mercy. We do what they say in the hopes we live to starve another day.

“Call him,” Leo urged, loud enough to hear, quiet enough to not arouse our captors.

“Not yet,” I replied, dragging Greg and kicking at a snake in my path.

“Sir, I hate to interject in business that isn’t mind but I suggest you call him,” Knife Man backed Leo up.

I didn’t want to hear it, so I picked up my pace.

“CALL HIM, SIR!”

The natives looked at us. We all stopped. I was sure we were dead. The good captain, anyway. But once they saw there was no imminent threat of escape, they continued to lead us to...somewhere.

“Guys, listen, they may be taking us to safety, alright?”

They didn’t buy it. And, I can’t really blame them. I didn’t buy it either.

I was sure of one thing.

I did not want to use that cell phone. Even if it meant an instant escape from the island, I knew what it meant for OCW. I knew what it meant for my pride. It was the absolute last resort.

Despite our predicament, we hadn’t fallen that far. Not yet.

Up to that point we’d traversed charred remnants of a once beautiful, lush jungle. Smoldering and shriveled carcasses began to appear. Carcasses belonging to animals and humans. The tension thickened. These overcooked bodies belonged to friends of those holding us captive.

A native behind us yelled out a war cry before stabbing a low level OCW employee. I think his name was Eric. But it might also have been Bobby. Then again, it could have been Ian. His name was no longer of concern as his guts spilled all over the burned ground.

Other natives rushed toward the attacker to calm him down. We served a purpose. We weren’t meant to be killed until that purpose was served.

Our procession continued. All OCW eyes were on me. The golden phone, in my pocket, had never felt heavier. I kept my eyes on the ground, focused on maintaining my pride as our fearless leader. I would see us through this.

We continued on. Only the sizzling sound of death surrounding us. Back in February we wrestled in Death Valley. Now? Now we were walking through a literal valley of death.

“Look!” Leo pointed.

Look I did. Green trees. A lush jungle. The valley of death was giving way to life. As it turns out, the island was much bigger than we’d anticipated.

We reached the end of our ashy destruction and stood at the precipice of creation.

The native leading the way stepped into the trees and, one by one, we followed.

My muscles relaxed. My heart rate slowed. I started to feel as though things might be okay.

~Our view pans over the cavalcade of captives and turns, toward the fresh, new jungle. Miles of foliage lay waiting for them with a giant hill, a small mountain, covered in bush and trees. Beyond that? I guess we’ll find out~

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“AHHHH!” another nameless OCW employee screamed after being bitten in the neck by a giant mosquito. It didn’t take long for his face to blow up, his knees to give out, and his body to cease operating.

In short, the jungle wasn’t much better than the VALLEY OF DEATH.

It didn’t help that we were marching at an incline. A never ending hill with shaky, slippery footing. The natives traversed it with ease, snickering whenever one of us would shrill with peril, seeing our life hanging in the balance.

How foolish I was, thinking the beginning of the jungle was a portal into a safe, secure realm.

The longer this goes, the worse it gets.

An uptick in the islanders voices indicates, to me, that we might be nearing a checkpoint of sorts. An end to this horrific journey.

I allow myself to relax, for just a moment.

That was a mistake.

The Earth gets angry. The skies roar as the ground shakes. Quickly, everybody reaches for the nearest branch, stump, root...a wooden preserver to keep us from sinking into the sharp, treacherouss abyss.

Except for the natives. They all drop to their hands and knees and pray. It’s the first time since they emerged that I’ve seen them lose control. Equanimity eviscerated. They show fear.

One arm around Greg and the other clutching to a tree trunk, I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer. Judging by the faces of those around me, neither could they.

And, just as quickly as it started, it came to an end. The natives stood, regaining their composure. Using their spears, they poked and prodded us back up and on the march.

Spears weren’t the only thing poking at me. The glares, the visual daggers hurled at my back from every.single.member of the OCW family. All furious over my inaction. All weighing the pros and cons of taking the phone from my pocket and dialing the number for themselves.

Mutiny was on the horizon. A desperate idea seconds away from becoming a devastating reality.

And then, apex.

We reached the summit of our climb. The ground leveled off. I dragged Greg along, pulling and pushing my way through the foliage until I stood, overlooking their civilization. An entire community of natives living their best lives.

The ocean stood far off in the distance. Just behind a massive volcano, smoldering. The fuckin thing looked active.

“Well, that explains the tremors.”

Beneath our feet, a trail down into their village. Huts and tree houses. Meager but effective. And, at the center of it all, a giant coliseum built for entertainment. A huge, round, black structure with stacked, stadium seating. An open arena with a sandy surface.

We are who we are, at our core. And, thus, my mind began to envision an event. Our event. Technical Difficulties within that arena.

We just had to make it that far.

In Classic OCW fashion, we lost more unknown employees going down the hill than up it. Some people just can’t handle prosperity.

I’d lost count of the fatalities by that point. To be honest, I was shocked we had so many employees nobody cared about. Seemed to be an endless stock.

The hiring department is going to be busy as fuck when we get back.

Communication wasn’t gonna be fun, what with dealing with people who’d lived on an island their entire lives. Kinda like discussing world views with someone in Mississippi. But, we had to try.

“Or you could just use the golden phone!” Leo shouted.

Did he have a wire into my brain? Sure as shit felt like it.

“Halt!” a voice shouted. It wasn’t one I was familiar with.

Emerging from a hut was a man wearing a purge mask. Yes, a purge mask. How ironic, DON’T YA THINK?

Stepping forward, he eyed me...at least, I think he did. He was wearing a mask, after all.

“So, you’re the ones who have upset Frank.”

“Frank?”

He threw a thumb over his shoulder at the very active, very smokey volcano.

“That’s our god. We call him Frank. He’s mad, as you can see.”

I’m not sure what surprised me most...that this guy could speak perfect english or that they decided to name their god ‘Frank’.

“You speak english?”

The purge mask leaned in, “Yes. Yes I do.”

“How?”

He slapped me across the head, “I was taught it in school, ya big dummy.”

Geezus, that was a little rough. And, kinda embarrassing. But I was in no position to express either of those sentiments.

“So, what are you doing here?”

“Well, it goes like this…”

And so he proceeded to give us this really long winded story about how forty years ago he and a bunch of other male students were flying to ‘Australia’ for a school field trip when their plane went down and they were all stranded on the island. It was a real Lord of the Flies situation. They even slaughtered the fat kid.

They managed. They thrived. And now, they were the proud leaders of a very big, very healthy civilization.

“So, wait, you said you were all boys?”

“Yes. The mighty Muskrats of Milftown.”

A few OCW staffers giggled. Hey, it’s in our nature to laugh at stuff like MILF.

“Sooo...how did, ya know, how did you guys reproduce so many offspring?”

He leaned in and whispered into my ear, “Life finds a way.” He proceeded to slide his mask to the side and lick my ear, sucking on the lobe. Greg woke up.

“HEY!”

“Easy, Greg,” I calmed him down.

Mask back in place, he stood up and said very matter-of-factly, “Okay, so since you guys pissed off Frank we’re gonna have to sacrifice you all to make him happy. Otherwise, ya know…” he leaned in, “Boom.”

Panic set in. The OCW employees heard that and the ones who didn’t reacted to the panic they were witnessing by the ones who did. It was time for me, their fearless leader, to do something. I reached into my pocket and felt the golden phone of salvation. But, I dared not use it. Instead, I called out, “SIR!”

He spun around, that awful mask facing me. “It’s Chief, but I’ll allow it.”

“Might I offer an alternative suggestion?”

He scratched his nuts, “I doubt it. Frank is very angry. Angrier than I’ve ever seen him.”

“Well, where we come from..ya know, the good ole US of A. We’re entertainers. The greatest entertainers in the WORLD. Now, I know you guys are plenty satisfied with what you’ve built here. But wouldn’t you like for us to put on a show that will entertain you all and, possibly, appease Frank? Make the big guy happy MINUS the bloodshed?”

“Hmm,” his arms folded. “I don’t know. We really like blood sacrificing things.”

“Trust me. This will be SO much better. And, hey, if we fail to entertain, you can slaughter us anyway!”

I felt the cringe behind me.

His head tilted. “Ya know, that’s a pretty impossible deal to pass up. Alright, we’ll take you guys to the Coliseum of Frank. You’ll put on your show. If Frank is happy then you guys can, I don’t know, live or whatever. But, if Frank isn’t satisfied...there will be blood.”

I mean, I had to accept. It was take that deal or die instantly. So, I shook hands with the purge masked man and bought us some additional time.

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Imprisoned. These guys must have really studied Roman history. They had this fuckin place built with jail cells underneath the stadium seating and catacombs underneath the arena. I guess everybody becomes a pretty adroit architect when there’s LITERALLY NOTHING ELSE TO DO.

The entire crypt of cells felt like a going away party for a bunch of people set to enter a gas chamber. It was quiet. It was depressing. It was devoid of color. Monochromatic.

“Is this what it feels like to be Mack O’Connor?”

I didn’t get an answer to my question. Nobody felt like chiming in. Not only were we set to perform, but we were set to do so with our lives on the line. Did these people even LIKE wrestling? How would this go over?

The mood started to change around midday as natives began filling the coliseum. Overhead, the echos and thuds of feet and voices shook some life into our underground prison.

By mid-afternoon, the coliseum sounded full. Full of natives chanting and stomping. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t sound like a rowdy OCW PPV crowd.

Suddenly, we were in our element.

I looked over and saw Easton Alexander pacing back and forth. Bob Grenier was trying to snort some dirt. El Knuckle, THE MYSTERIOUS ONE, began to stretch, his eyes focused in on the task ahead. Roach gripped the wooden bars of his cell, threatening to tear them open. Crash rose from a corner for the first time all day, staring ahead, his muscles flexed, ready for combat.

“You hear that?” I pointed up. “That’s the bell. It’s tolling for OCW.”

And so we began to rise from our graves. Instinct taking hold. It was time to kick some fucking ass.

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Jones, Hood, Scruff, and Belvedere were led up into the Arena. The first OCW on-air personalities to exit the bowels of this jagged arena. Stepping foot on the sand, they paused. The roar of thousands of islanders bearing down on them created a stir unlike any they’d felt before. The contrast of the white sand against the dark, black rock used to construct the tall, steep arena was impressive.

Directly in front of them stood Frank. Angrily smoldering at their presence. The islanders chanted and stomped, shaking the structure. Jones looked to Hood. They slowly walked toward the cell phone set up near the ring for announcing. Scruff and Belvedere headed for the ring. A bunch of nameless, faceless OCW employees backed off, having put everything together for the event.

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That’s the biggest ovation those four well ever get, I thought to myself.

The Purge Mask shot in front of me, once again. He was down in the bowels, curious.

“Frank seems okay, for now.”

“I’m sure Frank will be fine,” I half snapped back. I think the fatigue was getting to me.

“We’ll see.” He snapped his fingers. A CD player was given to him. “Now, time to make my entrance.”

Sure, sure...go right ahead. Every commander. Every monarch. Every dictator has to steal the show. Why should PURGE man be any different?

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He stepped out, holding the CD player high. He hit play and, well, the most unexpected song began to blare.

Every islander became fluent in rap music. They sang to the song as their leader danced his way across the arena.

“I pull up at the club V!I!P!”

Everything shook. They were going at it, HARD. The Purge Mask dude slid his way off the sand and up into a VIP looking area. He took his seat nodding his head and shaking his shoulders to the music, as did the rest of the islanders.

Once it ended, they went crazy. A few spears were tossed at the arena, killing nameless OCW employees.

They were carried right by Welsh.

A re-introduction of imminent death sent Leo and Cap Slock into a fit of rage. They tackled Welsh. Knife Man stood back, appalled at the violent act. Cap Slock held Welsh down while Leo dug through his pants. Greg fainted.

“What are you two doing? GET OFF ME!”

“I’M SORRY SIR BUT ENOUGH IS ENOUGH. IF YOU DON’T CALL THAT NUMBER, WE WILL!”

“FINE! I’LL CALL IT!”

Cap Slock and Leo got off Welsh. Welsh stood and brushed himself off, retrieving the phone. “Sheesh.”

“THAT’S ALL WE ASK, SIR.”

Welsh opened the phone, took a breath and hit send. He waited...they waited. He turned his back to everyone, leaning into a corner.

“Oh, hey [unintelligible] it’s Welsh. We’re kinda on an island and might be about to die...all of us. So, it’d be great if you could help us out. I’m sure there are some people here you kinda care about? Or, maybe want to beat? But, if not, then just know this...if you save us…” He swallows, HARD, “I’ll pay you back. Anything. Just name it. I don’t know where we’re at, you’ll have to GPS the phone or whatever. Thanks.”

Welsh hung up.

He turned, seeing everyone anxiously staring at him.

“Well?”

“Voice mail.”

“SON OF A BITCH!” Leo lunged for the phone. He slapped it from Welsh’s hands. It flew from the cell and slid across the dirt up against a wall, out of reach from everyone.

“You happy?” Welsh pushed Leo. “Now NOBODY can call him.”

Leo threw his hands into the air, taking a seat on the ground.

“Do you think he got the message?”

“Let’s hope so, Greg. Let’s hope so.”

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~At the conclusion of the video, we’re taken inside the Coliseum of FRANK. Islanders fill the place, holding spears, anxiously awaiting the entertainment they were promised. Jones and Hood are side-by-side next to a camera that’s set up (ONE OF MANY TO MAKE THIS AMAZING EVENT POSSIBLE).~

Jones: Hello again everyone and welcome to Technical Difficulties...we hope you’re enjoying this...wherever you are. IF you’re enjoying this. It’s day twenty something and, yes, we’re still on this island.

Hood: Only now we’ve upgraded our vacation package from staring by the ocean to staring at the base of an active volcano!

Jones: He’s not lying. Fans, we’re in a precarious position tonight as we’re forced to entertain these islanders in the hopes that our lives will be spared. Spared for what, exactly? No idea. The opportunity to live another day, I suppose.

Hood: Well, Welsh FINALLY used that Golden Phone.

Jones: It went to voicemail, Hood.

Hood: True, let’s hope Welsh isn’t in the friendzone. If he is, we’re fucked.

Jones: Fans, this is the point where I’d wax poetic about what an amazing lineup we have for you guys but, these natives aren’t very happy. They want action and they want it now.

Hood: So, for the sake of our lives...we’re gonna go ahead and get this fuckin thing started.

Jones: Fingers crossed. It’s up to the wrestlers now. It’s up to them to save the people of OCW.

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It is dark, below the arena, down in the cages where the OCW superstars are kept. The active volcano isn't doing any favors for the temperature which might explain the thin sheen of sweat covering everybody, from prisoners down to the natives who are keeping an eye on everyone, to make sure nobody does anything stupid like try to escape.

Along the cages, there is a spot that is conspicuously empty, until we scroll down and discover that in lieu of a person, there is instead a life-sized wooden statue lying on the dirt covered floor. It is horrific looking, with eyes that seem to follow the camera wherever it goes, and its gnarled hands and twisted fingers almost seem to be clawing out for something. Standing over her are two men, one older, one younger, with both glaring down at the statue intently. As the ground rumbles and shakes from the volcano's agitation, there is a line that seems to grow along the center of the wooden structure, a deep line that seems to spiderweb into multiple fractures that cause both men to stand up in surprise and alarm even as they stand up and move toward it, yelling out in alarm.

The camera rustles and jostles from the commotion, and when it focuses again, the two men are now frozen in terror. Between them, a figure stands. Deathly, ghostly pale skin, dull white clothing and long black hair flowing down in front of her face. She is standing in the middle of destroyed wood, that looks like it's been rotted black from the inside out, even as she turns her head to look at the younger man. As the camera pans slightly, we see that over her shoulder, her left hand is behind her, her arm shooting out to lock in a picture-perfect Mandible Claw on the elder. The maneuver isn't locked in that long, but when she pulls her hand away, the man seems to collapse bonelessly on the ground. With that she suddenly lurches and lunges toward the younger man, and he screams as the camera goes blurry with motion. Presumably, whoever is capturing this footage is trying to get out of the way.

But they must not have been successful, because the next time the camera focuses we are sideways on the ground, seeing Sadie stalk patiently away toward the OCW arena, even as we hear music playing faintly in the background. In the foreground, two bodies are still save for occasional twitching. Sadie Ko is on her way to her PPV debut, coming up next!

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~We switch over towards the ring where Belvedere, whose suit is more than worse for wear but however his hair is looking more immaculate than ever. He looks uncomfortable but still tries to remain professional despite the hooping and hollering of the natives inside of the coliseum~

Belvedere: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES!

~The natives of the island who are inside of the coliseum begin to cheer and make war cries. Belvedere cautiously looks around before continuing~

Belvedere: The following contest is a Process of Elimination Match! Starting out, there will be two teams of three competing in an elimination style tag match. Once we are down to three, those three individuals will compete in a three-way elimination match until only one stands. That winner will earn a shot at the Craze Title!

~The crowd seems enthralled by this statement, war cries sounding out again when the random sound of a drum being beaten can be heard. The natives quiet down, anticipating who the first entrant into this match will be. The beat picks up rhythmically, slowly becoming what is the instrumental sound of “Where The Hood At” by DMX. The crowd becomes riled up a bit, looking towards the entrance for the first competitor~

Belvedere: Introducing first.. From Timmins, Ontario, Canada…

~Jam G comes stumbling down the aisle before coming to a complete stop. He looks around at the savages who inhabit this island as they quiet down~

Belvedere: Jam G?

Hood: Was Jam G on the plane when we left Dublin?

Jones: I don’t remember seeing him there.

Hood: What the hell is this shit? Where’s Bob?

Jones: Well from the notes that I have, Bob somehow found peace and serenity on this island, Opting to kick his feet up, relax a bit before focusing on the TransAtlantic Championship. So, he made some calls and got Jam G to replace him in this match.

Hood: Notes? How the fuck do you have notes?

Jones: Classic, OCW?

Hood: Doesn’t hit the same..

~Jam G has finally made it to the ring, he adjusted his mask a bit. You can tell that he’s nervous, this is a HUGE opportunity for him. “Joker” by The Steve Miller Band begins to play, the crowd jumping with anticipation. They peer down into the pit, awaiting the arrival of the next competitor but after several minutes, he never shows~

Hood: Typical…

Jones: Was he ever on the plane with us?

Hood: He could’ve been the guy who flew out of the side of the plane..

Jones: I thought it was already established that that was some random guy who worked in the back.

Hood: Look, Smith! I can only work with what I have at my disposal.

~We cut towards the cell area, two guards are shown walking up towards a cell where a man can be seen lying face down in the sand. One of the guards bangs on the cage, causing a raucous among the rest of the wrestlers. The guard then unlocks the cell, steps inside and kicks the downed man. He’s barely able to respond. They then lift him up and we can see that it’s a weakened Roach. They begin to drag him towards the entry of the coliseum~

Jones: I’m not liking the way he’s looking right now.

Hood: Damn, was he captured or something?

Jones: There’s no telling, but we have a show to put on and unfortunately for Roach, this people want to see blood.

Hood: Fucking neantherthals..

~One of the natives growls at Hood, he straightens up. The shot switches to the entry where the guards drag Roach towards the ring~

Belvedere: Umm.. From Windsor, Ontario, Canada… ROACH!

~They bring him to the edge of the ring and collectively roll the big man inside. Jam G’s concern is evident through the mask~

Jones: This team so far, already seems destined for failure.

Hood: Hopefully, whoever comes out next can give these two some type of hope.

~“Here Comes The Money” begins to play, from where, the hell if I know but somehow it’s playing. The entryway opens up and twenty midgets with sparklers come charging out. This sends an uproar through the people~

Hood: Your Hero and Mines!

Jones: Ugh.. That’s Mark Storm..

Belvedere: Coming to the ring.. EL KNUCKLE!

Hood: I really need to know who he is, this guy is amazing!

Jones: You can’t be serious.

~El Knuckle marches with a purpose, headed for the ring. He stops midway, amongst the midgets and raises the MIGHTY SCYTHE high into the air! One of the midgets falls slowly to the ground, the front portion of his face sliding down the front of the MIGHTY SCYTHE~

Hood: Well he’s down to nineteen.

Jones: El Knuckle coming out with the MIGHTY SCYTHE that he stole from Plethora back at Carpe Noctem.

Hood: Does Plethora have an endless supply of MIGHTY SCYTHES(?)

Jones: One may never know but nonetheless, El Knuckle exudes confidence as he stands proudly with stolen property

~El Knuckle, oblivious to the murder that he just commited, walks towards the ring. Placing the MIGHTY SCYTHE down at ringside, he rolls inside of the ring. Jam G has managed to pull Roach towards what we could assume to be their team corner. El Knuckle, with a swagger, walks around the ring before turning his back towards the majority of the natives and raises his right fist in the air, soon followed by a middle finger. They become enraged~

Jones: That can not be a good idea..

Hood: Fuck that, this man has balls bigger than grapefruits. I wouldn’t dare openly disrespect these monsters. Owww!

~The end of a stick can be seen popping Hood across the head. We cut back to the ring, when “Maniac” by Carpenter Brut plays throughout the pit/coliseum. Walking down the entry with a purpose, looking focused and determined is…~

Belvedere: Introducing Team number two… first, from North Bay, Ontario, Canada.. Standing 6’1”.. Weighing in at 210 pounds.. He is the Canadian Dragon.. EASTON ALEXANDER!

~Nodding his head to the music that’s coming from who knows where, Alexander gets to ringside, climbing onto the apron and steps through the ropes. He looks completely past his opponents and walks towards his team’s corner. His back towards the opposition~

Jones: Easton looks to breakout in this match and solidify his name within this company.

Hood: The kid is good, he just has that hump to jump over like any other man who’s ever fought within this company. OCW signs nothing but the best, who will make or break you. And any night could be that night where you finally breakthrough but you keep fighting.

Jones: Well said, Hood.

~"Blackbirds Fall" by Black Moth drones on from somewhere, some distant piece of technology, as across the island birds stop flying around, and instead perch on branches, on volcano walls and on any building structures available. All eyes are on the figure that emerges from the 'cage' area, grey skin and black hair stalking slowly toward the ring. Each step she takes is slow and slight, as her body twitches and shivers along the spine~

Belvedere: Making her way to the ring.. Standing 6’1”... weighing 192 pounds.. from Weston State Hospital, West Virginia… SADIE KO!

~Suddenly she's twisting and falling to the floor, but lands on her hands and knees and spider-crawls the rest of the way at speeds that would make a sprinter jealous. By the time she starts moving 'normally' again, she's already in the ring, standing upright as if she never stopped slowly walking. She moves toward the center of the ring, and there she remains, eyes ahead beneath that black tangled mess in front of her face.~

Jones: I got word from Cheasy back home that there was some kind of outage on the OCW website. People were hearing and seeing strange things on the site and many are accusing Sadie Ko for being responsible.

Hood: I don’t know Smith, since she’s arrived in the company, there’s been a lot of strange shit happening. For example, why the hell are all these birds perched like gargoyles around this place?

Jones: Can we just focus on the ring?

~Sadie twitches her way towards her partner for the time being who still has his back turned. She comes to a halt beside him and taps him on the shoulder. He spins around, unfazed by his teammate, choosing to ignore her as well.~

Jones: These two can’t possibly coexist in this match tonight.

Hood: Didn’t no one tell Easton to snatch Sadie into that water. Now these two will have to work together to meet a common goal.

~“No Love” By Death Grips begins to play, the natives anxiously awaiting the final competitor. The Crooked Man casually strolls from the caged area and into the entryway with no type of care in the world~

Belvedere: The final participant, from Kansas City, Missouri.. weighing 207 pounds… standing 5’11”... The Crooked Man.. CRASH RODRIGUEZ!

~Crash makes it to ringside, stopping to look at the competition that is inside of the ring. He smirks to himself, walking around ringside towards his team's corner. Walking up the steps, he stays on the apron and lets his teammates decide who will start this match off~

Jones: Well, ladies and gentlemen.. We are set to start what hopefully is not our last episode of OCW television ever..

Hood: I got faith that we’ll be able to pull through..

~After a brief debate, Easton is set to start off for his team while on the other side, a slumped Roach rests in the corner while his masked partners both go towards the apron. Easton appears agitated by this, telling one of the fresher men to step inside and fight. But they both deflect, instead El Knuckle shoves Roach from the corner. Scruff signals for the bell. Easton’s annoyed beyond belief, watching a barely able to stand Roach, stagger in his direction. Rolling his eyes, Alexander walks towards Roach and barrels through him with a Burning Lariat! The big man falls flat on his back as Easton places a boot on his chest. Scruff makes the count..~

One!

Two!

No!

~Easton pulls Roach up at the last second.. Shaking his head in denial..~

Jones: Why isn’t Easton going for the pin?

Hood: The hell if I know.. I would’ve took his ass out and been working towards the next guy..

~Easton points towards El Knuckle, seeing him as the only true competition is this contest. Alexander brings a woozy Roach back to his feet and thrust kicks him in the chest. The force of the impact sends him stumbling back into his team's corner where his right hand slaps El Knuckle across the chest. El Knuckle is pissed, talking shit to Roach who’s basically unconscious on the mat. El Knuckle looks towards Jam G who immediately drops from the apron and paces at ringside. El Knuckle curses him out as well. He steps inside of the ring, mouth spewing venom towards any and everyone will listen. Suddenly, a medium size rock comes flying from the crowd and cracks him across the side of the skull~

Hood: What the hell was that?

Jones: It appears one of the natives has thrown a rock at Knuckles.

Hood: Why would they do that?

Jones: Maybe because he stole the MIGHTY SCYTHE.

~El Knuckle stumbles from the shot when another rock, this one a bit bigger than the other one, knocks him across the temple. The man is woozily staggering around the ring, right into Easton who boots him in the gut. Hooking both arms, Alexander lifts El Knuckle up and spins before dropping him face first into the mat with the Cursed Night(Spinning Angel Wings). Easton shoots the half, Scruff is over to make the count.~

One!

Two!

Three!

Belvedere: EL KNUCKLE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

~Easton uses his boot to shove El Knuckle out of the ring where he’s swarmed by the guards of the island who begin to assault him mercilessly~ Hood: Get off him!

~The kick, punch, claw and scratch away before dragging El Knuckle away from the ring. One of them retrieves the MIGHTY SCYTHE as we cut back to the ring where Alexander drags a still downed Roach from the corner and covers him as well.~

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Belvedere: ROACH HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

~Annoyed and irritated, Easton points at Jam G, telling him to come on. Jam G declines, looking nervous~

Jones: Well that took a sudden turn, three on one has never been good odds..

Hood: Not unless you’ve got an onlyfans..

Jones: What?

Hood: Huh?

~Jam G paces around ringside, considering what he should do. Easton waits inside of the ring, allowing the masked man some space to enter. Jam G looks around at his surroundings, realizing that it’s not the trailer park. This is his moment to finally prove that he is somebody, no matter what his family thinks. Jam G fixes his mask for no apparent reason and climbs onto the apron, he steps inside of the ring and comes face to chest with Easton Alexander. Easton’s not a big guy but Jam G still doesn’t compare. Alexander shoves Jam G backwards where he goes sliding back on his ass but he quickly pops back to his feet, rushing at Easton, pummeling him with forearm shots. Easton is unfazed, but he plays ball, pretending one of the shots actually hurt. He stumbles back into the ropes before barreling through Jam G with a Big Boot! The masked guy flips through the air, landing front first on the mat. Easton scoffs before going to his team’s corner, tagging Sadie~

Jones: Seems to be that Easton is less than enthused with the competition so far.

Hood: Roach was basically incompassitated before the match and my hero was assaulted by savages. The fix was in from the beginning.

Jones: You do know that we’re stranded on an island, right?

Hood: Do not argue with my logic.

~Sadie enters the ring but Crash tags her arm before she can do anything. He jumps over the ropes, bull rushing a downed Jam G, beginning to unleash an assault like never before seen. Punch after punch after punch has the man almost out of it before Rodriguez brings him back vertical. Crash takes a step back and jumps up for an enzuigiri but he misses as Jam G collapses to the ground. Crash crashes face first into the mat but pops back up frustrated. There is some laughter heard from the crowd, even some from his corner. Crash brings Jam G back up, hooking his head underneath his arm, looking for a DDT but Jam G slumps back to the ground. Now frustrated, Rodriguez violently pulls the masked man up and throws his arm over his shoulder, lifting him up for a suplex but Jam G manages to fall behind his back, rolling him up in the process~

ONE!

TWO!

KICK OUT!

~Crash looks at Scruff making sure the count is only two which he confirms. Jam G looks frustrated, slapping the mat but the Crooked Man is already to his feet, racing towards him. Crash swings with a kick but Jam G dodges backwards, throwing Crash off balanced. He pops to his feet, charges at an unsuspecting Crash and shoves him into the ropes. Crash bounces off right into a bicycle kick that sends him stumbling into the ropes, rebounding again where Jam G nails him with a discus back elbow. Both men drop from the impact, both on their asses~

Jones: Jam G showing some fight in the ring!

Hood: Wasn’t he like an Outsider’s guy?

Jones: Correct.

Hood: That damn Zybala strikes again.

~The natives have finally gotten into the match, cheers being heard. Crash shakes the cobwebs from his brain while Jam G scurries to his feet. He goes to the apron and climbs to the top, awaiting Crash to get to his feet. Crash slowly begins to move, Jam G perched and ready to fly. Out of nowhere, Sadie Ko appears in front of a slowly rising Crash. She’s bent backwards on her hands and knees, spider-crawling towards the corner. This causes Jam G to pause in fear. He sways on the top rope, with his focus on Sadie, he barely notices Easton who comes running across the ring. He uses Sadie as a springboard, landing on the top rope in front of Jam G. With ease, Alexander hooks him and hurriedly lifts him from the top rope with a superplex. However, while in mid-air he spins it out into a Falcon Arrow! Sadie is barely able to move out of the way, the ring shakes from the impact. This causes the crowd to go wild. They quiet down quickly as Sadie is now on top of the turnbuckle. With no care in the world, she flings her body into both men who are still down on the mat~

Jones: Well I guess you can call that teamwork.

Hood: Unlikely, yet effective..

~Both Sadie and Easton roll out of the ring and immediately come to blows, rights and lefts flying everywhere. The native peer over the ledge to see the action unfold between the two. Meanwhile, back in the ring, Crash is back to his feet, pissed that he let Jam G get the best of him. Even if it was for a short period. Using his mask, Crash brings Jam G back to his feet and hooks him in a reverse facelock. He violently spins Jam G face first into the mat with Total Loss(Rolling Cutter). Crash goes for the pin~

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Belvedere: JAM G HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

~Crash picks him up and throws him from the ring, through the ropes where he crashes hard into the sand. Crash now looks for his former teammates who are still outside brawling~

Jones: We are now down to the final three, let’s see who will walk away with the Craze Title shot.

Hood: I’m pulling for Easton.. Sadie’s weird and Crash appears to have found some way on this island, holds certain forms of technology and hasn’t even tried to help us get home.

Jones: Shows how important this title opportunity was for him.

Hood: Get the fuck out of here..

~Sadie and Easton swing violently at each other, each shot connecting with force. Sadie swings another heavy shot but Alexander is able to block. Grabbing the back of Sadie’s stringy black hair, Easton slams her face into the petrified wall. She shakes off the hit but Easton slams her again into the wall. Suddenly like a bullet, Crash comes flying through the ropes bulldozing into both competitors. All three slam into the wall hard before falling to the sand. The natives are on their feet jumping up and down~

Jones: Crash tired of waiting and wanting to get him some of the action.

Hood: The wall didn’t have any type of give like a guardrail.

~Taking less of the damage, Crash gradually gets upright before bringing Easton up and rolling him into the ring. Now going in himself, Crash brings Alexander up but back down with a neckbreaker, he floats over into the cover~

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

~Crash doesn’t argue the count, instead bringing Easton up and raking his eyes. Easton stumbles back, grabbing at his eyes when Crash connects with an elbow to the side of his head. Alexander stumbles around the ring, trying to put some space between himself and the Crooked Man who looks ready to deal more damage. Crash lifts him off of his feet and plants him with a side slam, transitioning into a cover but only gets a one count. Crash curses but gets back to his feet. He’s quickly run over by a returning Ko who drops him with a charging double axe handle. Both pop back up to their feet, where the taller Sadie lifts Crash off of his feet and plants him with an Overhead Scoop Suplex. She races towards the ropes with cat-like skill and tight ropes the top rope near Crash. She leaps off with a knee drop and connects with Crash’s jaw. She hooks the leg for the cover~

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

~Crash is able to get his shoulder off the mat~

Jones: Close one for Crash who was almost eliminated from this match.

Hood: Man these guys are going all out for this one here tonight.

~Sadie gets to her feet, not fazed by the count, instead bringing Crash back to his feet and blasting him with a hard forearm. Crash staggers into a corner where she pounced on him and begins to choke Rodriguez. With the air being sucked from his lungs, Sadie uses her height to leverage Crash down into the corner and in a seated position. She releases her grasps, feeling the energy of another. Moving quickly out of the way, she dodges just in time as Alexander comes crashing into the Crooked Man with the Dragon’s Yell(Basement Dropkick). Alexander pops back to his feet, in search of Ko but she’s nowhere to be found.~

Jones: Where did she go?

Hood: This is the same shit Mike used to pull and I’m more than convinced that she is a ghost at this point.

~Easton’s pissed that he lost his sights on Sadie, looking around the ring furiously for her. Suddenly, it’s like he now feels her energy. He ducks as she barely misses with a lariat to the back of his head. She spins in his direction where he rocks her with a forearm, followed by one with the opposite forearm before returning back to his strong arm. He spins and drops her with a discus forearm, quickly going for the cover~

ONE!

TWO!

THR-NO!

~Sadie is able to kick out which causes Easton to slap the mat in frustration. He returns to his feet and grabs Sadie by her stringy black hair, bringing her to her feet. He boots her in the stomach and hooks both of her arms. He goes to lift her for the Cursed Night but she’s able to brace herself and hold her position. She spins out of it and shoves her hand directly into his mouth and down his throat!~

Jones: Not this again! She’s got that Mysterious Claw hooked on Easton yet again.

Hood: You would figure a man would be tired of tasting dead fingers.

~She wrenches down on his bottom jaw, causing pain to shoot through his jaw bone. Both competitors stagger around the ring a bit before Easton uses his last resort. Grabbing her wrist, Alexander pulls the both of them towards a corner. He drops down to the mat and Sadie crashes head first into the top turnbuckle. She releases her grip and rolls out of the ring. Easton rubs his jaw, the pain still shooting through his nerves. He gets to his feet, still holding jaw in pain but doesn’t see Crash flying through the air, catching his head on the way down and spiking him with a modified Crash Report! Crash shoots the half as Scruff is over to make the count~

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Belvedere: EASTON ALEXANDER HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Jones: And we are down to the final two..

Hood: Speaking of which, where did Sadie go?

Jones: She seems to have vanished again.

Hood: This woman disappears more than a dad who’s going to the store for milk.

~Crash looks tired but he still has some fight in him and one more obstacle to do away with and that’s Sadie Ko. Wherever she may be. Crash pulls himself to his feet while Easton rolls out of the ring. Rodriguez looks around, hoping to not get caught up like Easton did. His head is on the swivel, he slowly moves around the ring, going towards the ropes. Looking outside and down at the sand on each side Crash is unable to spot her anywhere. Suddenly the birds from earlier begin to leave their perch~

Hood: Fuck, I forgot about those birds.

Jones: What are they doing?

~They begin to circle the coliseum, causing the natives to become disturb. Many are calling for the end of the event but it carries on. Crash looks confused as to what exactly is going down. They come to a halt and make a beeline right for the Crooked Man who now looks more concerned than anything else. Before reaching him, they all disperse and from the center comes Sadie like a flying torpedo. Crash doesn’t have time to react as she crashes violently into him. The pit goes quiet~

“O!”

“O!”

“O-C!”

“O-C-W!”

“O-C-W!”

~The natives begin to go nuts with the chant, mixed in with war cries~

Jones: Never in my life would I imagine..

Hood: Classic OCW, baby!

~Sadie and Crash both hit the mat hard but Ko has the wherewithal to go for the cover. Scruff is in to make the count!~

ONE!

TWO!

THR-NO!

~Crash is able to get his shoulder off of the mat!~

Hood: What in the entire fuck!?

~Sadie is shocked. Crash is barely moving. Sadie perches up on her back, spider-crawling again this time away from Crash. She waits for him to get vertical which he slowly does. Flipping over to her feet, she latches onto a rising Rodriguez, locking on an Abdominal Stretch. She begins to contort and wrench on Crash's head trying to force him to look at her. He tries his best to resist it but her grip is too mighty and too strong. It’s as if she is gaining power from another dimension. Through her stringy black hair, you can see her eyes go white, still trying to force Rodriguez to stare at her eye to eye but he’s worn down. The paranormal-like move from earlier, taking majority of the fight from him. He falls to the mat unconscious as Scruff immediately calls for the bell..~

Belvedere: CRASH RODRIGUEZ HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! YOUR WINNER AND NUMBER ONE CONTENDER FOR THE CRAZE TITLE! SADIE KO!!!!

~Sadie releases her grip, crawling away from Crash’s body. She stands upright next to Scruff who raises her hand in victory~

Jones: What a win by Sadie Ko who now moves on to face the winner between Craze Champion, Tamika Strader and challenger, Mark Storm later on tonight.

Hood: What a way to start an evening and if it wasn’t for those birds helping Sadie in some magical way, Crash could have been well on to being number one contender.

Jones: I do agree that those were more than extraordinary means to get a victory but considering our situation, all bets are off.

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~ The camera fades in and you see “The Distinguished” CJ O’Donnell inside of his cage. He looks pissed off. He looks like he hasn’t eaten anything in days. He is sitting on the floor of his cage. He looks to his left and he sees his Queen Alice Knight with a smile on her face. She is once again swinging in the cage but one has to wonder has she even stopped since she got into the cage.~

CJ O’Donnell: Get me the FOOK out of this cage right now. I don’t care who I have to fight for my freedom. I’ll fight the prince. I’ll fight you best huntsman. I’ll fight your strongest. I just wanna fight …

~ CJ sees two local natives and stands up. He spits in their direction and they just smirk at him.~

CJ O’Donnell: Don’t you understand the words coming out of my mouth. I want to speak to your leader right _FOOKING_ now…

Native #1: Ancay ouyay elievebay isthay idiotyay . Emandingday uffstay ikelay ehay isyay omesay ortsay ofyay ingkay .

Native #2: Americansyay . . . Eythay antway ethay orldway andedhay otay emthay Onyay ayay ilversay atterplay andyay otnay avehay otay orkway orfay anythingyay .

Native #1: Iyay ancay aitway untilyay eway acrificesay emthay aterlay .

~ The second native points in the direction of Alice and smiles. ~

Native #2:Iyay on'tday antway otay acrificesay atthay oneyay. Eshay isyay eallyray ettypray andyay ouldway akemay ayay oodgay ousewifehay. Ustjay ooklay atyay erhay ildbearingchay ipshay.

~ Both natives begin to laugh and CJ stands up and yells … ~

CJ O’Donnell: HEY FOOKTARDS … Don’t you point at her ever again or I’ll break your fooking neck. Let me out of this cage and we can settle this like men.

~ Alice is still swinging back and forth in the cage. She begins to sing at the top of her lungs. ~

Alice Knight: “Peel me a Nanner, TOSS me a peanut, i’ll be swinging from a coconut tree… YOU SURE MADE A MONKEY OUT OF ME!!!” Take it, CJ! …..

CJ O’Donnell: Ummm … Alice first we aren’t at a karaoke place. We are their prisoners and I never ever heard that song before in my life.

Alice Knight: … I don’t know the rest of the words either. Would it be easier if I sang something more modern? Like sing Miley Cyrus’ Wrecking Ball in my undies? It doesn’t matter… LISTEN LISTEN! Listen up you freaky deaky freaks Islanders! You think you have a king? Pfff… pffffffff… PFFFFFFFFF.

~Alice sprays spit on the Islanders as she ‘pfffs’ at them. She then points to CJ.~

Alice Knight: CJ FOOKIN O’DONNELL! Now this man is a king! You want to make ME a housewife? Make me a mother to your disgusting children? The only infant to ever slither out of my baby hole will be from the seed of a true King. CJ FOOKIN O’DONNELL! Now you might be thinking ‘we could kill her queen.’ Ha. Good luck. You can try and sodomize his sexy butt or castrate his large beautiful pecker. But it will be over his dead body, because you can’t take him alive. You can beat us, hurt us and kill us. But you cannot kill us… wait. Did I say they can kill us? I’m lost….

~CJ looks at Alice and what she just said with a very concerned look on his face… ~

CJ O’Donnell: Why is my arse always a topic the last few days. Now my manhood is being talked about. What the FOOK is going on? The only person being buried alive tonight is The Common One. He can stay on this island as they deserve one another. Wait, how are kids a topic? You wanna do what with my seed? Alice, are you alright?

Alice Knight: We don’t have time to discuss seeds and sexy butts and even TIO being buried alive. All three are quite fine topics though. We NEED to get out of these cages. Get off the island. I am… I think I am having a panic attack… if I pass out in a puddle of my own urine, I apologize ahead of time.

~Alice starts breathing in and out trying to calm herself down.~

CJ O’Donnell: Just remain calm my Queen. We will be off this island soon and out of these cages even sooner. Trust me Alice. You hang in there and keep fighting. You are a strong woman. Think happy thoughts Alice…

Alice Knight: Happy thoughts… happy thoughts… ok. I got this… there’s me, Alice Knight. In a beautiful white floral dress. Like a dress you get from a designer store, not just some thrift shop one covered in tomato stains. Then, Hall and Oates are playing, Rich Girl. CJ walks up to me with two owlies on his shoulders, just in a Green G-String. He has a keg of peach schnapps. And then… the sun and moon both explode at the same time causing all on earth to die and… WAIT… THIS HAS GONE TO MY NEGATIVE PLACE!!?!?!? WHAT DO I DO??? WHAT DO I DO!???!

~Alice gets frantic as she moves around the cage. ~

CJ O’Donnell: Hey Alice …

~ Alice is moving faster and faster in her cage.

CJ O’Donnell: Alice … ALICE … MY QUEEN .. ALICE KNIGHT … Look …

~ Alice finally turns to look at CJ. CJ has a smile on his face, turns around and drops his pants. Alice has a smile on her face as starts to remain calm. The natives look at CJ and are shocked. The Distinguished looks over his shoulder. ~

CJ O’Donnell: You better now?

~ Alice just nods and stares. CJ pulls back up his trousers. ~

CJ O’Donnell: Don’t worry my Queen, we will both get out of this cage very soon. After I bury TIO here and leave him to rot on this fooking island. We will be back home in no time.

~ Camera fades out. ~

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~The camera cuts to an area of the island where all the wrestlers and staff not actively competing are being held hostage. Cypher is sitting in one of the cages, sulking, his arms crossed~

Cypher: Bruh this sucks so hard.

Native: Quiet!

~One of the guards barks at him, gesturing at him with his spear~

Cypher: Seriously, u guys are no fun. What do u normally do for fun anyway? Do u even have an internet connection here?

Native: We roast intruders like you on an open fire.

Cypher Yeesh.

~He takes a moment to consider his options as the guard looks at him with fire in his eyes~

Cypher: Woah, woah, look dude, if u let me out of this cage we both get what we want.

Native: How so?

Cypher: I’ll get off ur island, u won’t have me on ur island anymore, everyone’s happy.

Native: How do you plan to leave?

Cypher: Bro I got my own private chopper, u didn’t know?

~The native narrows his eyes~

Native: Nonsense.

Cypher: How else do u think I’ve been getting to and from the island to appear in other feds?

Native: What?

Cypher: I’m kind of a big deal.

~The native contemplates this for a moment. He walks away from Cypher’s cage and calls over the other guards for a discussion. Cypher watches on, wondering what exactly they’re talking about~

~Then, to his surprise, the native he was talking to earlier comes over and opens his cage~

Cypher: Brooo YES!

~The native roughly grabs him by the arm and pulls him forward. The group of natives start marching him to a more secluded part of the island~

Cypher: WTF

~Cypher’s hands are bound and he’s sat down on the sand. From where he’s sitting he can see the belongings of the OCW wrestlers, exercise bags and equipment piled on top of one another~

~A native retrieves a polaroid camera from among the belongings and hands it to the one who had been keeping Cypher captive~

Cypher: Wait what are u-

Native: Smile!

~Cyper blinks as his eyes are assaulted by a bright flash. The camera spits out the photo and the natives pass it around, taking turns to laugh at it~

Cypher: Why are u doing this?

Native: You, a big deal. Maybe we hand you over for a price?

Cypher: Are you putting a bounty on my head?!

Native: Time for your boss to pay up.

Cypher: nOOOO!!

~Cypher tries to escape but he’s grabbed by the natives and restrained. They take him back to his cage and fling him inside. Cypher returns to sulking as the natives head off to try and sell Cypher back to Marcus Welsh~

Hood: *sniffles*

Jones: Why are you sniffling? You don’t have SARS, do you?

Hood: SARS? Somebody sniffles and you’re worried about SARS? Nah, brah, I ain’t got the SARS. What I got are the feels. I love CYPHER so much and...we barely got to know him.

Jones: What are you talking about? He’s just getting started over here!

Hood: Bro, we’re all gonna die. Die before he had a chance to kick everyone’s ass and win the OCW Title.

Jones: Hey, don’t be so pessimistic. There’s still a way out of this...just gotta keep these fans happy.

Hood: Okay, fine. So, who’s up next?

Jones: Buried Alive!

Hood: Ah, how apropos...we’re all gonna get buried by a fuckin volcano so let’s have a Buried Alive match foreshadowing our dark end!

Jones: Fans, CJ O’Donnell entered OCW alongside The Incredible One and Matt Meyhu. They formed The Aptitude, one of the strongest factions in OCW. TIO and Meyhu would both go on to win the OCW Title. CJ, however…

Hood: Won a lot of matches, but no singles titles.

Jones: A fact that’s ate away at him…so much so he blew Aptitude up and vanished. But, now he’s back. He’s back to take our his anger and vengeance on the very man who brought him to OCW. Tonight he looks to bury his brother, bury his friendship...tonight he looks to bury The Incredible One.

Hood: Meanwhile, TIO is looking to get his ass back on track.

Jones: Yep. It’s The Incredible One. It’s CJ O’Donnell. It’s a Buried Alive Match and it’s...NEXT!

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~Back in the arena. Some of OCW’s nameless soldiers aka employees aka expendable bodies are digging a very professional looking grave into the arena dirt. All the natives lean forward, curious as to who might be filling this grave. Once finished, one of the OCW employees digging the gave is helped out of the bottom. He stands and suddenly collapses, dying from heat exhaustion. The natives go wild~

Jones: Tough times for the lower end OCW personnel.

Hood: That man died to keep these people happy. He sacrificed himself so that I may live. He is a hero.

~Belvedere remains calm. This guy is the truest pro in the history of professionals~

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is now time for the Buried Alive Match! In order to win, you must throw your opponent inside that grave and bury them under the dirt beside it.

~We focus on a big pile of dirt right next to the grave~

Belvedere: Introducing first…

~Backstage, CJ is inside his cell, covered in dirt and dried mud. Alice is behind him, learning how to properly knife fight. Why isn’t she using the knife to try and escape? Probably because they wouldn’t get very far. So, she takes stabs at the air while making strange noises. CJ crouches down, staring at the sand. The door to his cell is opened. His hand runs along the sand. It grips a handful and squeezes, forcing the sand out between his fingers. Slowly, he rises...his eyes are filled with the fighting spirit that’s carried him throughout his entire career. He exits the cage and marches past all the OCW prisoners, toward the arena entrance~

Belvedere: From Boston, Massachusetts...standing 5’11 and weighing in at 178lbs… “The Distinguished” CJ O’Donnell!!!

~CJ enters the arena. He’s not taken by the awe of the spectacle of this event. Not even FRANK the Volcano. He does, however, spot the grave, making a mental note. He rolls into the ring under the bottom rope and rises, finding a corner, waiting on his former friend, now mortal enemy~

Belvedere: And, his opponent…

~Again, in the bowels of the arena, we find TIO standing in darkness. His silhouette barely discernible. His door is unlocked and opened. Slowly, he emerges, his eyes visible, first. Stepping into the light appears the visage of a man ready for a war. A man not ready to be buried alive. Exiting his cage, he follows the natives, toward the arena~

Belvedere: From Halifax, Nova Scotia...standing 6’2 and weighing in at 235lbs...he is a former OCW Champion. He is in the OCW Hall of Fame. He is...The Incredible One!!!

~TIO enters the arena. Like CJ, he’s too focused on the task at hand to let the scene stir him. He doesn’t even look toward the grave. He’ll find it, when the time comes. He approaches the ring~

Jones: A grudge match several years in the making, Hood.

Hood: It’s no secret the predominant opinion is that Meyhu and TIO led The Aptitude to success while CJ O’Donnell played his role as ‘third wheel’ about as well as anyone could.

Jones: An opinion CJ has been trying to shake ever since he blew the group apart.

Hood: Yep. Tonight would go a long way in doing that.

~TIO approaches the ring. CJ suddenly takes off...he sprints toward the ropes, stepping onto the middle rope and springboarding over the top rope and through the air at TIO. TIO looks up. CJ reaches back with his fist and...BAM!!! He cracks TIO in the head with a springboard Superman Punch over the top rope and to the outside!!! TIO’s body flies to the side, slamming into the dirt. CJ tucks and rolls, coming to rest on one knee. The natives go wild!! Belvedere lets out a ‘Ding! Ding!’~

Jones: Holy smokes! What aggression and athleticism by CJ!

Hood: Pent up rage, Jones. He’s unleashing it.

~TIO winds up leaning against the steel ring steps, shaking his head. His eyes are clearly compromised, dazed from the trauma. CJ rises back to his feet. He turns, facing TIO. He charges, looking for an early kill shot. He leaps forward with a knee! TIO moves! CJ manipulates his trajectory and lands on the steps with both feet. TIO crawls away, trying to get to his feet. He does and he turns around. CJ is facing him...CJ leaps off and he smacks TIO in the face with a flying knee!!! TIO tumbles backward, into the dirt. His body comes to rest several feet from the grave, visible in the background. CJ heads his way~

Jones: CJ looks possessed, Hood. He looks wholly focused on the task at hand. Like he can envision the beating he’s eager to give his former best friend.

Hood: Yea, this is the equivalent to showing up for a basketball game, blinking, and being down by 15. TIO needs to wake the fuck up or this is going to be a blow out.

~TIO gets onto his knees, his hands in the dirt. He struggles, trying to get up. CJ runs forward and kicks him right in the face!! TIO flips over, onto his back, staring into sky. CJ saunters over, looking down at his former ally. He talks some sit, kicking at TIO. CJ’s posture goes from determined, to arrogant. He kicks at TIO’s head while pointing at the grave, “YOU’RE GOING IN THAT FOOKING HOLE!” TIO coughs and tries to swat his feet away, but isn’t giving much of an effort~

Jones: TIO looks off. Is it the conditions? Has the month on the island weakened him?

Hood: Listen to you! CJ is dominating this match so, OF COURSE, it has to be due to TIO’s weakened state. WEAK ASS, COMMENTARY

Jones: I’m just saying! He doesn’t quite look himself.

~CJ bends over and grabs TIO by the bear, yanking him forward, first to a seated position, then onto his knees. He lets go and TIO bends over, his palms digging into the sand. CJ takes a step back and points at TIO, mocking him. He kicks at TIO’s head, making the former OCW Champion look at him. TIO does, his eyes half open. CJ leans over...he reaches back with his fist...he brings it forward, but TIO throws a bunch of dirt into the air, hitting CJ in the face!!! CJ stumbles back, holding his eyes. TIO struggles to his feet. He runs forward and clobbers CJ in the back of the head with a forearm!! CJ staggers into the ring apron...TIO tosses him back into the ring and pulls himself onto the apron. CJ scurries, reaching his feet in the center of the ring...TIO enters through the ropes and charges forward, taking CJ down to the mat with a clothesline!!! CJ hits the ring hard! TIO finds the ropes and leans over them, trying to catch his breath~

Jones: TIO finally firing back! Showing some life!

Hood: Yea, but the fuckin guy does look winded or something. I mean he’s acting like he’s already gone 15 rounds with Alice Knight in a mustard eating contest. About to blow chunks.

Jones: I told you he looked compromised!

Hood: You jumped the gun. I waited until the match had a chance to settle in and take hold.

Jones: You said what I said LITERALLY one sequence after I said it.

Hood: Cry me a river, bitch.

~TIO doesn’t have long for respite. He turns around and stays on top of CJ, stomping him back into the mat. He rips CJ off the mat by his hair and whips him into a corner. CJ hits hard! TIO charges in, following up with a HUGE clothesline. TIO backs up...CJ staggers his way, TIO bends over and he hoists CJ high into the air with a back body drop!!! CJ flips over and SLAMS into the mat!! He arches his back, yelling, “FOOKIN HELL!” The natives ‘ooohh’ at the spectacle of CJ flying so high. They cheer when he hits. TIO finds a corner, faces CJ, and takes a moment to sulk and recover~

Jones: You know TIO is less than one hundred percent when he decides to take the match back INTO the ring.

Hood: You can’t lose the match in there. But, you can’t win it, either.

Jones: So is he more afraid of losing than he is of winning?

Hood: If he is, he won’t win a fuckin thing. I can tell you that much. Not in OCW.

~CJ’s belligerence has been well documented. You can’t keep this man down with standard offense. He always fights back. TIO rises out of the corner, seeing CJ returning to his feet, reaching for his back. TIO rushes forward with a quick boot to CJ’s midsection. He grabs CJ by the arm and whips him into the ropes. CJ bounces off. TIO catches him and spins him around for a Til-a-Whirl backbreaker!! But CJ slips out of TIO’s grip! He stands behind TIO and punches him in the back of the head!! TIO stumbles into the ropes. CJ leans into the opposite ropes and he charges forward...TIO turns around...CJ throws a clothesline…TIO ducks and lifts CJ over the top rope!! CJ lands on his feet, on the apron. TIO turns around...CJ grabs him by the back of the head. TIO slugs CJ in the ribs. CJ is stunned. TIO quickly hooks CJ for a suplex back into the ring. CJ blocks it and tries to suplex TIO OUT of the ring! TIO blocks that!! Both men begin punching each other in the ribs with their free hand! Both trying to break the other’s spirit so they can get this suplex. After several punches, both men pause...they sides, rib cages, expanding rapidly, trying to recapture the oxygen lost. Sweat is beginning to rapidly coat their upper bodies. TIO yells out and tries to lift CJ back into the ring...but CJ slips free! The hardened dirt on his body slickening in the sweat, making him hard to grip. TIO stumbles back. CJ jumps up and he springboards off the top rope, smacking TIO in the face with a knee!!! TIO falls back onto the mat, holding his face in pain~

Jones: The dirt on CJ’s body has slickened up and is acting as a lubricant.

Hood: Too much information, bro.

Jones: You know what I mean! That stalemate was broken by the fact TIO couldn’t grip CJ any longer!

Hood: Lube, gripping other men. JUST STAHP

~CJ looks out at the grave. Unlike TIO, he wants to take this match outside the ring, where victory can be achieved. He pulls TIO to his feet and drags him to the ropes, trying to toss him through the ropes. TIO slams an elbow into his midsection. He stands and grabs CJ. He flips positions with CJ and hooks him for a belly to belly...but CJ leans in and bites TIO on the cheek!! TIO yells out!! CJ tightens his arms around TIO’s body and he THROWS TIO over his head, over the top rope, and to the outside!! TIO’s body SLAMS against the apron before crashing into the dirt!! The natives go wild!!! CJ drops to a knee, shaking sweat and mud from his soaked hair~

Jones: Incredible strength by CJ! He may not be the biggest guy on the roster, but he has the biggest heart. Guy is full of fight.

Hood: Just keep shitting on CJ. “Oh, look how tiny he is!” “Oh, he’s winning? TIO MUST BE SICK!”

Jones: Read into my comments however you wish, Hood.

Hood: Keep it up and Alice is gonna shank your ass.

~CJ rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope. He looks over at the grave, several feet away. TIO is on the ground, holding his back. CJ puts a mean spirited boot right into his spine! TIO yells out, flipping onto his back, arching it off the ground. CJ drops a knee into TIO’s throat, crushing his windpipe. He holds it there, gripping TIO by the hair and talking shit to his former friend. TIO struggles, gasping for air, staring up with wide, stress filled eyes at the face of a man he once called brother. He finally spits up, hitting CJ in the face!! CJ shoots to his feet, holding his eye, trying to get the spit out~

Jones: The hate CJ has for TIO is shocking.

Hood: Best friends make better enemies. Who knows you better than your closest friend? More ammunition to fire when things go sour.

Jones: I guess that’s one way to look at it.

~TIO crawls for the apron, using the ring cloth to pull himself up. CJ gets his eyes clean and he reaches for TIO, angrily. TIO throws a back elbow, into CJ’s jaw!!! The Distinguished stumbles back, shaken. TIO turns around and runs forward with a huge boot into CJ’s face, knocking his former partner down into the dirt. CJ lands hard, the back of his head slamming into the unyielding Earth. His eyes widen as he stares up into the sky, his brain clearly shaken. TIO doubles over, coughing. Slowly, he rises...he takes a look at all the natives. The veins in his neck start to protrude...a certain shift takes place in his eyes. Mentally, there seems to be someone else behind the wheel~

Jones: A complete change in TIO’s demeanor has occurred, Hood.

Hood: Uh oh. He’s waking up. He’s shifting into legendary TIO mode.

Jones: If that’s the case, CJ might be in serious trouble.

Hood: There has never been any wrestler in OCW history more dangerous than TIO when he ‘flips the switch’.

~An unstable TIO takes his maniacal aptitude and applies it toward CJ. He drops to his knees and beats CJ in the head with fists, pummeling the Irish star’s head into the dirt. After several blunt force strikes, he rises, waiting for CJ. Almost toying with him. CJ gets to all fours and he crawls toward TIO’s feet. He looks up and TIO slams a fist into his face. CJ spits out some blood and reaches up at TIO’s trunks, pulling himself up higher, staring at TIO...TIO brings another fist down right into his nose!! CJ falls back, holding his face...TIO runs forward, leaps up and slams his heel into CJ’s head! CJ goes flat, limp atop the arena sand. TIO stands tall, eyes still bulging, that psychotic personality fueling his aggression~

Jones: I’d never say I feel sorry for CJ O’Donnell, given everything he’s been responsible for but…

Hood: Look at you kissing up to The Distinguished. You know an Irish Man never forgets.

Jones: How can that be, given their insane drinking habits?

Hood: I don’t know how it be, just that it do.

Jones: Right

~TIO stands over CJ and he holds up four fingers. Nobody is really sure what this means. But, TIO is up to something. He pulls CJ off the ground and spins him around. When he does, we see CJ’s mouth and nose are bleeding. TIO hooks CJ around the waist and he tosses CJ over his head with a Release German Suplex!!! CJ lands hard into the dirt, sliding ominously near the grave. TIO gets back up and heads toward his former brother. He’s got three fingers up now. He pulls CJ up, spins him around, hooks him around the waist and he leans back, slamming CJ into the dirt with a German Suplex, this time holding onto the waist through impact. TIO gets back to his feet, pulling CJ along with him, TIO covered in sweat and breathing heavily. He still has CJ by the waist...he hoists him up and he slams him back into the dirt with a Bridged German Suplex!! He holds the bridge a second for show, before releasing. CJ rolls onto his front, face down in the sand...a few feet from the grave. TIO returns to his feet, sucking wind...he holds up one finger while standing over CJ. He bends over, locks his arms around CJ’s waist and he yells out while dead lifting The Distinguished off the dirt, hoisting him up, high and down back into the dirt with a fourth German Suplex variation. The islanders nod and gossip, marveling over TIO’s strength and endurance. CJ’s body tumbles and comes to rest near the pile of dirt by the grave~

Jones: Four fingers for FOUR German Suplexes. Unbelievable strength by TIO, especially given the circumstance.

Hood: CJ’s gonna need to get his neck checked out after that series. Fuckin hell.

Jones: The Distinguished isn’t moving and he’s laying perilously close to that grave.

Hood: Yea man, if CJ loses this match he might lose his fuckin mind.

~TIO stands over CJ, as evidenced by his hulking shadow covering CJ. CJ crawls for the dirt, holding his neck with one hand. He reaches into the pile of dirt...but TIO bends over, grabs the back of his head and slams his face into the dirt. CJ kicks his feet, he flails, he tries to break free, being suffocated by the pressure TIO is putting on his face. TIO leans in, getting more pressure...it becomes clear he’s trying to smother CJ unconscious...he won’t let up. CJ reaches back with his left arm and he finds TIO’s face...he immediately reaches for an eye. TIO pulls back, his protective instincts kicking in. He stumbles back, holding his eye. He looks at CJ and scowls with anger. CJ sits up against the dirt pile, his face covered in dirt. TIO charges in with a kick...but CJ moves!!! TIO’s leg drives into the dirt pile...it’s stuck! CJ rolls away, laying on his back. He props himself up on his elbows and looks at TIO, stuck. He laughs and points at him~

Jones: Man, TIO nearly murdered a tribesman earlier this month by smothering them in the mud. We had a replay of that moments ago...only this time I don’t think TIO was going to let go.

Hood: It’s fuckin brutal. But, hey, the strategy is sound. If you murder your opponent, there ain’t no way they are crawling out of that grave.

Jones: I mean, that is a fact.

~CJ returns to his feet. He rolls his head around, working his neck. He walks up to TIO and points, mocking him, “You got your foot stuck in the fooking dirt! Haha!” TIO is in no mood for mockery, he reaches out, wrapping his hands around CJ’s neck. CJ gasps for air, his eyes widen...but he throws a boot into TIO’s ribs! He smacks TIO across the head with a forearm. He grabs TIO’s head, hooks it under his arm and he falls back with an Inverted DDT!! It not only traumatizes TIO’s neck, but fucks up his knee due to his leg being stuck in the dirt~

Jones: The wrath of TIO has been stymied. CJ is back in control.

Hood: Who has more wrath, TIO or Frank?

Jones: Well, one of them spews hateful words and the other spews lava. I think I’d rather deal with the hateful words.

Hood: I dunno, man. The way people act these days words might be more dangerous than actual lava.

~CJ pops back to his feet...the Irish in him has been been agitated. He kicks and kicks and kicks at TIO’s knee, his leg still stuck in the dirt. He finally yanks TIO’s leg out of the dirt and picks up his other leg...he turns his back to the grave...he looks back...he then looks at TIO, preparing to catapult him up and over into the grave. He leans back, TIO rises up...but TIO knows what’s coming and he holds on with his legs, taking CJ down with a Thesz Press and pummeling him with right hands~

Jones: Tremendous reversal by TIO! He did NOT want to go in that grave.

Hood: What a shock. Do you know any living person who WANTS to go into a grave?

Jones: Sadie, maybe?

Hood: She doesn’t count!

~TIO gets off CJ and returns to his feet...he’s limping pretty severely. He slaps at his knee, angry that it isn’t cooperating. He goes back after CJ and pulls him up. He hoists CJ onto his shoulders and stands by the grave, looking to toss him in with a Death Valley Driver. CJ battles back, elbows into the side of TIO’s head. TIO loses his balance...CJ tries to get free, but TIO is able to half toss CJ over and hook his head, dropping him with a DDT into the dirt!! CJ’s limp body lays on top of TIO’s. TIO sits up, tossing CJ’s arm off him. He then gets on all fours and tries to push CJ into the grave~

Jones: CJ’s down! TIO is going to try and push him into the grave.

Hood: Tons of son-in-laws having fevered dreams at the moment.

Jones: Huh?

Hood: Tossing their mother in laws into a grave. Too vague?

Jones: Yes.

Hood: Fuck your mother, then.

~CJ’s left arm falls into the grave. It wakes up him. He rolls over and grabs TIO’s head in a side headlock. TIO rises up, trying to lift CJ into the air, but his knee gives out. CJ hits the ground, holding onto TIO’s head and he jumps up with a knee into TIO’s face, knocking The Incredible One back. CJ then scrambles up the dirt pile, to the top. He looks down at TIO...TIO faces the dirt mound and CJ leaps off...but TIO catches him, drives him back and slams him into the pile of dirt!! CJ’s back hits hard!! TIO proceed sto climb to the top of the pile of dirt, dragging CJ behind him~

Jones: Both mean heading to the tallest point of this match, the top of that dirt pile.

Hood: Yea, that dirt has to get thrown on top of them while they are in the grave for there to be a winner.

Jones: Yup

~TIO stands at the top of the dirt pile. He pulls CJ up and kicks him in the gut. He hooks CJ for a SUPERPLEX off the dirt pile and into the grave!!! TIO lifts CJ up and throws him over!! But CJ does a full rotation and lands on his feet, just over the grave!! Tremendous athleticism and agility. TIO turns around, furious. He hustles down the dirt pile. He stands on one side of the grave, staring at CJ. CJ on the other side. Both men lunge at each other...A DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE!!! They both crash down into the grave, disappearing from sight! The natives gasp and lean forward, trying to get a visual on what happened~

Jones: OH MY GOSH! They are both in the grave!

Hood: Well, at least it won’t be such a lonely afterlife.

Jones: Is this how it ends? Both men buried alive?

Hood: I think Cashe might like that ending.

Jones: Why would Guy Cashe care so much about this match?

Hood: Jason Cashe, you fool!

~Two men went in. Who will come out? A hand reaches up, gripping at the dirt, like some creature emerging from the clutches of death. It..it’s CJ! CJ pulls himself out of the grave, covered in dirt and sweat. He coughs, spitting some dirt out of his mouth. He stands, staggering around...he looks shaken. Falling into a grave will do that to a person. He stares at the grave, eyes wide. He sees TIO pulling himself up~

Jones: CJ has escaped...but here comes TIO!

Hood: You just can’t keep him down!

~CJ yells out “FOOK YOU!” He charges forward. TIO gives CJ a middle finger, unable to get out in time. CJ slides forward with IRISH KNOWLEDGE into TIO’s face!!! TIO falls back into the hole with a HUGE thud!!! CJ sits at the edge of the grave, before pulling himself out and heading over to the dirt. He gets behind it, dives forward and shoves...he shoves...and shoves...he grunts and yells, finally, the pile tips over and it FALLS INTO THE GRAVE!!!! Belvedere yells ‘DING! DING!”~

Belvedere: Here is your winner...“THE DISTINGUISHED” CJ O’DONNELL!!!!!

Jones: CJ did it! He buried TIO alive!

Hood: Fuck. It’s true...he wasn’t the weak link of Aptitude!

Jones: Not tonight, anyway. That is hands down the biggest win in CJ’s career!

Hood: Tip of the cap, Distinguished One, you eared that.

~The natives are very excited and buzzing about the match~

Jones: And they certainly entertained these islanders. I think even FRANK has calmed down a bit.

Hood: Yep, turns out burying a grown man alive is very popular with this race of people.

Jones: Apparently. CJ O’Donnell with a huge win over one of his two biggest rivals. Will he ever get a shot at Meyhu? What’s next for CJ? Does this line him up for a possible OCW Title shot in the future?

Hood: He keeps fighting like this, absolutely.

Jones: And, as for TIO...he’s buried right now but, hopefully not for long.

Hood: Yea, I mean if he’s down there much longer he’ll be fuckin dead so, yea, I hope they dig him up.

Jones: Folks, two tremendous matches. These islanders are very, very happy and...we’re just getting started!

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~Technical Difficulties being in full swing, everyone is doing what they can to put on the best show of the year so they aren’t fed to Milftown Island deity, Frank the Volcano. It’s no different as Tamika Strader laces up her boots the islanders were so kind to bring to her. They even brought her clean underwear, which Mark Storm should be thankful for if she goes for any move that puts his head near her lady garden. She takes a deep breath as Meghan sits down beside her.~

Meghan: Nervous, sis?

Tamika: More anxious than nervous I think. I have goosebumps everywhere.

Meghan: Well, it’s not like any match you have had before and with the added pressure of possible death for not performing well enough would make anyone anxious.

Tamika: Thanks for reminding me.

~She finishes tying up her laces. She reaches into her bag grabbing her elbow pads and fingerless gloves. She looks up at Meghan while doing so to ask a question that is surely burning within most of the roster.~

Tamika: Is Veronica back yet?

~Tamika was about to say Victoria but the promo that arrived through the Portal Potty informed everyone only Veronica existed now.~

Meghan: No… not yet. But she’ll be here. She knows what’s at stake.

Tamika: Does she? She’s been away and has no idea what she’ll be walking into.

Meghan: Just… she’ll be here. She will.

~Tamika nods and goes to put on her Craze title but it’s not there, it’s hanging high above the ring. The Islanders can be heard cheering on for more blood.~

Tamika: Well, sounds like I am up. Wish me luck, even if you don’t mean it.

~Meghan stares at Tamika before pulling her into a warm sisterly hug.~

Meghan: Good luck, I love you, no matter what, Meeks.

Tamika: You too, Megz. I’ll try not to be sent swimming in lava.

~Tamika follows out one of the guards as Meghan is left sitting there anxious for her sister to perform well and her oldest child to return in time.~

Jones: Tamika Strader is up next, Hood.

Hood: Uh, excuse me...but MARK STORM is up next, SMITH

Jones: It’s Jones and tomayto tomahto. Folks, Tamika Strader joined OCW merely looking to help the company out while competing in a few tag team matches. Next thing she knows, she’s inside THE GREAT ILLUMINATUS...and now, now she’s undefeated with the Craze Title, carrying the world on her back.

Hood: The higher you climb, the greater the fall.

Jones: She’s unbeaten. She’s one of the top rising stars in the promotion and, tonight, she’ll face a mirror image. A veteran. A recently returning star. A returning veteran who has run up an undefeated record in short order. An undefeated returning veteran who is looking to grab championship glory.

Hood: Your Hero and Mine!

Jones: Yep, Mark Storm has been in and out of OCW since 2014. Tonight, he has a chance to accomplish something he’s yet to do. Tonight he has a chance to become a champion in OCW. It’s the undefeated Tamika Strader. It’s the undefeated Mark Storm. It’s for the Craze Title. And, it’s NEXT!

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~OCW crew members (yes there are still many remaining) get everything in place for the Craze Championship. They’ve made it this far. The natives seem to be enjoying themselves. Frank hasn’t erupted. So, all is good. Can Tamika and Mark Storm keep HOPE ALIVE? Well, let’s find out. A structure over the ring, acting as a roof, made of palm fronds, is where the Craze Title hangs. It’s connected to the ring post, keeping it elevated. Vines dangles in each corner from this very green ‘scaffold’ if you will. The sun pokes through several tiny creases and cracks in the structure, but most of the ring is covered by shade. Belvedere stands under this leafy, shade offering structure. He looks up at the Craze Title, worried it might fall on him. He they yells out for the entire Frank Coliseum to hear~

Belvedere: Friends and Islanders! We at OCW present to you another spectacle to entertain and enthrall!

~The ground shakes, slightly~

Belvedere: And you too, Frank!

~The islanders chant “FRANK! FRANK!” Backstage, we see Mark Storm gripping the wooden bars of his cell, eager to be free. Welsh points down at him as an islander heads that way and opens the door, releasing Storm. Storm has nowhere to go but up and into the arena. He walks past Tamika, who leans back against the wall of her cell, staring him down~

Belvedere: This match is a 50 Shades of Tarzan Match! It’s for the OCW Craze Title! In order to win the Craze Title a wrestler must snatch the Craze Title which hangs above and return to the ring with it. They can do so by swinging on vines or climbing over to the title atop this very leafy scaffold like structure!

~An amazing job by Belvedere. A true pro. Storm steps out into the arena and looks around, slightly awestruck by his surroundings. Thousands of natives stomping and yelling at him. A giant volcano in the background, smoldering. He hurries up the ring steps and enters, looking at Belvedere. An instant change in Storm’s demeanor as the wrestling ring brings forth a sense of familiarity. He’s at home~

Belvedere: From Brooklyn, New York...standing 6’3 and weighing in at 225lbs...he is Your Hero and Mine...he is...Mark Storm!!!

~Storm looks up at the title. Should he just take it? I mean, given the circumstances surrounding this event...what or who could really stop him? But, thievery is not the life of a hero. So, he leans back in a corner and waits for Tamika to emerge~

Belvedere: And, his opponent…

~Tamika stands, ready to be released. Her sister Meghan shares her cage. She looks over for support, Meghan gives her a nod. Tamika flashes a hesitant smile, still unsure over how her sister really feels toward her success. But, it’s time to go to war. So she inhales and exits the cage, marching past Welsh and other OCW staff and wrestlers before heading up the ramp and into the arena. The natives cheer when they see the aesthetically pleasing female...aside from the female natives, who don’t bathe much. They boo~

Belvedere: From Houston, Texas...standing 5’9 and weighing in at 145lbs...she is the OCW Craze Champion...she is Tamika Strader!!!

~Tamika looks one, like Storm, in awe of the setting. It’s very visceral. Very primal. She reaches the ring and looks up at her Craze Title, hopping onto the apron and sneaking through the ropes. Belvedere exits. As he does, he lets out a very regal ‘Ding. Ding.’ Tamika looks across the ring at Storm. Storm looks back at her. The natives grow a bit restless (I MEAN YOU KNEW THAT WAS GONNA GET SAID AT LEAST ONCE IN THIS)~

Jones: I’m not one to urge people in what might be the most important match of their careers...but, can we get going? Before we get killed?

Hood: No shit. I feel a spear pointed at me right now.

Jones: Death from above at any second

~Storm approaches Tamika...she meets him in the center of the ring. They circle one another. The restlessness in the arena grows. The fear of imminent death increases. The two undefeated stars look prepared to lock up but, given the circumstances, they take a more entertaining route. Storm goes for a huge lariat...Tamika ducks and she hits the ropes. Storm spins around. Tamika launches her body at Your Hero and Mine...he catches her in his arms and falls back with a Fall Away Slam. But Tamika spins, landing on her knee with her fist into the mat. Storm looks over his head and spots Tamika...he rushes to his feet. She pops to hers...Storm lumbers her way, but she jumps up and wraps her legs around his head, pulling him forward into the ropes. He leans over the middle rope. Tamika pops to her feet...she hits the ropes, bounces off, charges forward and slings her lower body through the ropes for a West Coast Pop. But Storm catches her legs and rises...he pulls her back into the ring, falls back with a catapult...but Tamika lands on the middle rope. Storm kips up. Tamika jumps off with a moonsault from the second buckle, Storm catches her and drops her with a shoulder breaker over his knee!!! She hits the mat, holding her shoulder in pain. The islanders go wild~

Jones: Alright, whew. They’ve won the crowd.

Hood: Are they cheering for the action...or cheering because a woman just got her shoulder broke?

Jones: The action, obviously.

~Storm grabs a handful of Tamika’s hair, getting her to her feet. She suddenly spins around with a mule kick into Storm’s gut. Storm stumbles back. Tamika grabs Storm by the arm, for an irish whip...but he reverses, turns around and whips Tamika into a corner...she runs shoulder first into the buckles! She stumbles out, holding her left shoulder. Storm throws a leg kick into her left shoulder, sending her to her knees. He then grabs her left arm, extends it and lifts his foot up, stomping on her arm!!! Tamika falls to the mat, holding her shoulder and writhing around in pain~

Jones: And just like that Tamika’s shoulder has become a weak point Mark Storm will look to take advantage of.

Hood: You know women have weaker bones then men, Jones.

Jones: I think you’ve caught island fever. You’re saying crazy things.

Hood: Shit, my bad. I called you Jones.

~Storm sees an opportunity for glory. He heads for the nearest corner and quickly climbs up. He looks across to the middle of the ring where the Craze Title dangles, wrapped up in palm fronds. He checks out the ‘scaffold’ that he could climb onto or hang from, pulling himself to the title. It all seems very flimsy and pretty dangerous. He looks down and sees Tamika stirring. She’s on one knee, holding her left shoulder. She bends over, pounding the mat with her right hand, fighting through the pain. Storm doesn’t have the time to go after the belt. He turns his attention to Tamika. She reaches her feet, holding her shoulder. Storm leaps off with a flying knee aimed at her shoulder...but Tamika ducks and moves!! Storm lands on the mat, awkwardly...his legs jarring. He stumbles into a corner...he turns around and eats a roundhouse kick from Tamika!!! He falls back into a corner. Tamika rushes forward and, with her right hand, she delivers a series of sharp knife edged chops into Storm’s chest~

Jones: Tamika fighting back, one handed.

Hood: She knows how to use that one hand, though. From what I’ve heard.

Jones: Can we PLEASE not objectify our undefeated Craze Champion?

Hood: Sorry. It’s been a month since I’ve felt the touch of a woman.

~Storm fights back. He catches her right arm, ceasing the chops. He pushes her back toward the center of the ring, but Tamika jumps up and wraps her legs around Storm’s arm!! She takes him over with a flying arm bar!!! She tries to pull his shoulder out of socket, but Storm snares her left arm and yanks down! The pain shoots through her, crippling her grip. Storm pulls free. He gets to his feet and backs into a corner, waiting. Tamika reaches her feet and bends over...Storm charges forward with Shoot to Kill!!! Tamika dodges the knee! She jumps up, grabs his head with her right arm and drops him with a jumping neckbreaker!!! Storm lands hard, reaching for his head and neck! Tamika sits up, holding her shoulder. Her eyes turn upward where the Craze Title hangs, begging to be claimed~

Jones: Great move by Tamika! Her left shoulder might be incapacitated, but she’s still got plenty of quickness and agility to stay in this match.

Hood: Fuckin Straders. Are any of them going to lose...ever?

Jones: This is far from over, Hood. Two undefeated stars in what is setting up to be one of the greatest Craze Title matches of all time.

~Tamika returns to her feet and she scales the nearest corner. Storm remains down, holding his neck. She, like Storm, surveys the situation. And, like Storm, great trepidation on her end. A terrible fall from above would likely end her reign as Craze Champion. She weighs her options and reaches for the vine. She wraps her right arm and legs around it and she jumps off...she swings toward the center of the ring, near the title...she tries to reach for it with her left hand, but it jolts her shoulder. She yells out, pulling her arm down. The vine reaches it’s apex before coming back down...as it does, Storm pops to his feet, he grabs her from behind on her way down and throws her over with a HUGE German Suplex!!! The entire ring shakes!!! The natives go wild. The scaffold above them shakes from the stress. Storm sits up, reaching for his neck, rotating his head~

Jones: I don’t think the vine is going to work for Tamika. Come to think of it...I’m not sure much will work given the fact she’s got one arm.

Hood: Might have to get on top of that thing.

Jones: That appears to be the only way.

~Storm returns to his feet. Tamika is laying near the ropes. He heads for the corner and hops up onto the top buckle before rising to his feet. He reaches up, his hands grabbing at the palm frond scaffolding. He shakes it. It doesn’t move much...it gives him the confidence that it might hold his weight. He reaches up and grips the palm fronds with his hands and begins to pull his way over toward the title~

Jones: Storm is showing tremendous arm strength. This man does not fear a pull up.

Hood: He’s showing off. Fuckin Storm.

Jones: If he gets to that title he’ll have no trouble ripping it down and claiming it as his own.

~Tamika looks up and sees Storm climbing toward her title. There’s not much she can do. She panics. She reaches her feet and look around...she sees the vine she was swinging on moments earlier. She rushes toward it and pulls it into a corner. She hops up and clings to the vine. Storm reaches the Craze Title...he extends his arm and his fingers grab onto the golden leather. Suddenly, Tamika comes swinging into frame on her vine! Storm looks over at her and she lets go of the vine, throwing her body into storm and taking him down to the mat with a crossbody!!! They hit HARD!!! The ring shakes!!! The islanders go wild~

Jones: This match is doing more than its fair share to entertain these people.

Hood: They aren’t people. They are islanders.

Jones: I’m gonna go ahead and stick with calling them people, Hood.

Hood: Hey, you do you.

~Tamika stays on top of storm, delivering some hard right elbows into the side of his head. She sits up, holding onto her left shoulder. Standing, she rotates it a bit...but it’s super sore. So, she continues keeping it close to her body. She heads for a corner and hops up. She jumps up and with her right arm, she grabs onto the edge of the palm frond scaffolding. She struggles...the grunts and yells, but she pulls herself up using her right arm! The islanders cheer, impressed with her strength and determination. Storm sits up, holding his head. He can’t locate Tamika. On top of the scaffold, she rests, holding onto her arm some more. Storm looks at the shadow pattern and notices a good portion blocked out. He realizes where she’s at~

Jones: Storm realizes Tamika is on top of the palm frond scaffolding. Once again, he’s in peril of losing this match!

Hood: Better hurry up, Storm. You want to finally win a belt here in OCW? Can’t lay on the mat all night.

~Storm climbs the corner nearest Tamika. She starts to crawl on top of the palm frond scaffolding, trying to get to the center. Storm reaches up, gripping the fronds from underneath. He pulls himself underneath her. She doesn’t know he’s there. She pauses, holding her arm. Suddenly, Storms hands reach THROUGH the fronds and he grabs Tamika by the legs! He yanks down, pulling her through!! He yanks her through the fronds and all the way to the mat with a super sit out powerbomb!!!! She lands HARD!!! She’s down! She’s out! Storm holds his tailbone, wincing...the fall from that high took its toll on his body, as well. The islanders go wild!! The entire coliseum is shaking with excitement~

Jones: HOLY SHIT

Hood: Well, that’s a new one.

Jones: These two are destroying each other for a chance to win the Craze Title and an opportunity to survive! What a match!

~Storm sits up, holding his lower back. He slowly gets to his feet and sees Tamika down. He grabs both of her arms and holds them up...she yells out, her left shoulder in pain. Storm lifts his foot and he begins to stomp away on her left shoulder over and over, stomping it right into the mat, repeatedly~

Jones: Mark Storm showing zero remorse, attacking the injured shoulder of Tamika Strader.

Hood: Should you show remorse against an undefeated champion? I mean, they are UNDEFEATED.

Jones: Well, I’d like to think Storm would want to win this without maiming his opponent.

Hood: Relax. We’re probably not getting off this island anyway so what the fuck does it matter?

~After several vicious stomps, Storm tosses Tamika’s arms to the mat, leaving her there like a chick wasted on tequila, passed out on the ground. He looks up at the Craze Title hanging just above his head. He then spots the vine Tamika used earlier, hanging in the corner. He sighs and heads that way, figuring it’d be the quickest path to victory. He climbs up to the top buckle and snares the vine. He yanks down on it to make sure it’ll hold his weight. It seems sturdy enough. Back in the ring, Tamika drags herself to the apron using her right arm. Her left arm seems all but useless. She pulls herself up on the apron. Storm latches onto the vine and he leaps off, swinging toward the Craze Title. Tamika jumps up onto the top rope and she springboards off, using all the strength in her legs...she fires forward at Storm and SPEARS HIM off the vine and to the mat!! HUGE IMPACT!!! She took him down with her left shoulder! Storm is flat on his back, seeing stars. Meanwhile, Tamika remains face down, clutching her left shoulders. The islanders are all like “HOLY SHIT THAT BISH IS CRAZY!”~

Jones: Wow! What a move! She risked permanent damage of that shoulder to prevent Storm from taking her Craze Title.

Hood: Those Strader girls are a different breed of crazy.

Jones: That’s no lie!

~The vine swings back and forth above them before settling back in its corner. The belt continues to hang tenuously above both competitors. Tamika’s foot kicks at the mat, her forehead pressed against the canvas, eyes shut as she tries to internalize the pain. Storm, meanwhile, begins to blink, beginning to stir after the traumatic impact. He slowly reaches his feet...stumbling around. He shakes his head and then focuses. He stands over Tamika, who hasn’t moved since landing. Storm reaches down and he grabs both of her arms, slowly pulling them back. Tamika yells out in pain. Storm locks in a Full Nelson. He pulls Tamika up and wrenches back, continuing to torture her shoulder. Tamika kicks her feet up, near a corner, she runs up the corner, breaking free, she flips over, grabs Storm by the head and takes him down with Bitch on the Run (Acid Drop)!!!!! Storm is down. Tamika sits up, grabbing her left shoulder...she falls over, continuing to suffer~

Jones: What a reversal by Tamika Strader!

Hood: These Straders, geezus. That Scott Nash guy must have had nuclear sperm.

Jones: I wouldn’t really know, Hood.

~The pain isn’t going away, she knows this. So, she returns to her feet and heads for a corner. Permanent damage be damned, she’s gonna fight through it, taking on whatever destruction comes while trying to retain her Craze Championship. Tamika slowly ascends the corner and stands up...she leans back against the wrapped palm fronds forming a post-connection to the ring. She holds her shoulder, grimacing, staring down at the mat, frowning. She is in so much pain~

Jones: When you’re that injured, you might as well be sick. Everything starts to shut down.

Hood: Speaking of sick...I’m sick of seeing these Straders win everything. Take her down, Storm!

Jones: No compassion, then?

Hood: We’re all prisoners on an island. I’m supposed to be super sad that some gorgeous woman has a bruised shoulder? Fuck off.

~Storm finally reaches his feet, stumbling around. He sees Tamika on the corner. He hurries to the corner opposite her. Tamika sees Storm moving to stop her. So, she reaches for the vine and gets ready to jump...she starts, but her right hand loses it’s grip! She nearly falls to the mat! The islanders gasp. Tamika balances and rubs her right hand against her pants, drying it off. Storm, meanwhile, is on top of the other corner. Tamika knows its a gamble, but one she has to take. She jumps up and leaps off on the vine, with one arm. Storm quickly does the same, using both of his arms. The two head right for each other with the title hanging at the center. Storm extends his arm to clothesline Tamika...Tamika can’t let go or use her left arm, so she just launches herself off her vine and into Storm!! A crossbody!!! Both wrestlers tumble to the mat and slam, HARD into the canvas!! Tamika is on top of Storm, in a pinning position...but, no pinfalls~

Jones: What impact! Tamika put her body on the line, once again.

Hood: How many times can she crash and burn, though? Like, eventually she’s gonna be a puddle of goo on the mat.

Jones: Well, let’s hope it doesn’t come to that!

~Tamika flips over, leaning against Storm’s body like someone might a pillow or log if they were, ya know, stranded on an island. She brings her left arm in, holding her shoulder. Storm hasn’t moved. Tamika has had enough respite, she moves to get up...but Storm springs to life! He wraps his legs around Tamika’s right arm, hooks her left, gets his arms around her head and pulls back! He’s got her twisted in a Rings of Saturn submission!!! Tamika yells out, kicking her leg on the mat. Her left shoulder being ripped apart. Scruff bends in, Tamika nods, she seems to be giving up, submitting...but there are no submissions! Storm won’t let go...he’s going to hold on until she passes out from pain~

Jones: More trauma to that shoulder. I don’t see anyway she gets out of this now.

Hood: Where’s the fat lady? Where is Josie Barnes?

Jones: Josie Barnes wasn’t fat!

Hood: Oh, behind the scenes, I’d say…

Jones: Sientl!

Hood: Bro, that inside joke is like 20 years old.

~Tamika appears drained. She can’t move. She can’t break free. But, something triggers her. Something deep down inspires her. Her eyes flash open and she grits her teeth. She sits up with Mark still holding on. Storm looks around like “WTF, are you serious?!” Tamika manages to make it to her knees. She bends over, Storm on her back. It looks like she’s about to flatten out on the mat~

Jones: Look at her go...unbelievable!

Hood: She can’t rise any farther. It’s impossible.

Jones: There’s a connection going on within, Hood. Something we can’t see is inspiring her.

Hood: You saying she dropped acid before the match?

Jones: NO

~Just when it appears she’s finished, Tamika digs a little deeper and she manages to rise to her feet with Storm on her back!!! Storm looks around, in disbelief. Tamika then runs forward and flips over, slamming Storm into the mat with a rolling fireman’s carry!!! The impact releases Tamika...she tumbles over and runs front first into the corner, falling back on the mat. Storm remains down. The title continues to hang above them, begging to be taken~

Jones: Tamika has been freed. But, free to do what, exactly? At some point that body is going to give out.

Hood: At this stage, I have no clue. She could be the fuckin Terminator for all I know.

Jones: No, that’s Tony the Spider.

Hood: Hahahaha!

~Tamika sits up first. He stands, her left arm hanging by her side. She heads for the nearest corner and climbs as fast as she can. Storm is on his back. Tamika reaches the top and she looks down at Storm...she jumps off and performs a Senton Bomb! She flips all the way over and lands on her feet, putting them right into Storm’s midsection!!! Storm curls up and flops around on the mat!! Tamika staggers forward, running into a corner, throwing her right shoulder in the way to ‘shoulder’ the impact. She rests, immediately reaching for her left arm~

Jones: Jacques-Hammer!!! Tamika’s signature finishing move!

Hood: Great, terrific, wonderful...but she can’t pin him. She’s got to get that title.

Jones: It’ll at least buy her some more time.

Hood: I don’t think she’s got the amount of time she’ll need to climb and get that title with one fucking arm.

~Tamika begins to climb. She pulls herself up onto the top buckle and she looks across the ring at the Craze Championship. A vine is nearby but she’s reached the conclusion that shit ain’t gonna work. So, she wraps her legs around the green ‘post’ leading up to the palm frond scaffold and works her way up. Storm sits up, holding his midsection, unaware toward Tamika’s progression. She reaches the top and sort of throws her body on top of the scaffold. She lands hard and holds her shoulder, pausing her progression. Storm hears the landing and he looks up, seeing her body blocking out the sunlight trying to peek through. A sense of urgency grabs him. He hurries toward the same corner, knowing he’s got to stop her~

Jones: Tamika’s on top of that palm created scaffold. I think the only way she can get her title back is if she reaches through and pulls it up.

Hood: Yea, that sounds about right. So Storm just needs to throw her off that and get the title for himself.

Jones: If he can do that, he’d be Craze Champion.

~Storm reaches the top of the corner. Tamika looks down through a crack in the palm fronds and sees him right beneath her. She crawls toward the center. Storm reaches up, snaring the bottom of the scaffold and he pulls himself toward the belt. They move at the same pace...one on top, the other on bottom. The title a few feet away. The islanders rise, curious to see who will grab that beautiful belt~

Jones: They’re both at the belt!

Hood: Grab it, Storm! GRAB IT

~Storm reaches for the belt. Tamika has the platform between her and the belt...she can’t touch it. Storm reaches out and he snares the belt. He starts to unhook it. Tamika panics. She reaches her feet...she jumps up and she comes down with both feet, BUSTING through the scaffold and on top of Storm!!! They both fall to the mat, landing HARD! The Craze Title is dislodged...it, too, hits the mat, bouncing away, coming to rest several feet from the two warriors~

Jones: If this were a typical OCW crowd, they’d be chanting “HOLY SHIT!”

Hood: Kinda nice to go a whole show without hearing that, to be honest.

~Tamika had the better landing of the two, so she looks around first. She sees the Craze Title. She crawls for it, using her one good arm. She crawls over Storm, who is covered in palm fronds. As she does, he suddenly rises and grabs her. Tamika yells. Storm rises to his feet and he tosses her over his shoulders in an inverted Fireman’s Carry~

Jones: STORM’S GOT HER UP!

Hood: Incursio!

Jones: Wow, I’m impressed you know the name of the move.

Hood: Again, we’ve been on an island for a month. There’s NOTHING else to do.

~Storm has Tamika up!! She wiggles, she reaches out and rakes him across the face with her right hand!! Storm stumbles forward, right near the Craze Title. He retains control, barely. He tosses her up to drill her in the face with his knee...but Tamika shifts in midair and comes down, grabbing Storm by her right arm and slamming him head first into the Craze Championship with a DDT!!!! Storm flips over and tumbles into the ropes where he lays out, unconscious. Tamika flips over and grabs her Craze Title, curling up and holding it tight. Belvedere yells out “DING! DING!” The islanders cheer~

Belvedere: Here is your winner...AND STILL OCW CRAZE CHAMPION...TAMIKA STRADER!!!!!

Jones: Tamika did it! Somehow, with one arm, she retained!

Hood: Mother fucker!

Jones: Easy, Hood.

Hood: These fuckin Straders won’t lose!

Jones: They’re also paying your salary.

Hood: AKLDJAKLDFDSAI

~Tamika quickly slides out of the ring, holding her title with her right arm. A couple of native guards converge on her, with their spears, taking her back to her cage. They wait as Storm gathers himself. He sits on the apron and looks up at the palm scaffold...the title gone, no longer up for grabs. He slams his palms into the apron, frustrated~

Jones: Mark Storm came oh so close yet again but he just couldn’t close the deal.

Hood: He’ll get back there, Jones. Like we always say...you don’t fail until you quit. Mark Storm is no quitter.

Jones: He most certainly is not. He’ll bounce back and be in title contention very, very soon.

Hood: Assuming we survive this event.

Jones: I like to think positive.

~The Earth shakes as FRANK rumbles~

Hood: You were saying?

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~We cut to underground catacombs where we are greeted with the image of a full body skeleton standing holding a microphone. (Fuck knows how the boys have got the skeleton to stand or hold a microphone, but if the ones in the Elder Scrolls can walk around with a bow or big axe then Bernie here can stand looking into the camera holding a microphone). There are whispers from Jonathan asking if ‘it’s ready yet?’ and ‘are we rolling?’. It is apparent that we are. Suddenly……..~

**THWACK**

~A Seeing Double to the skeleton where it shatters into pieces~

Nathan: We couldn’t convince Jones or Wilson or whoever the fuck they are to join us down here, so thanks Bernie….

Jonathan: BERNIE? The fuck is Bernie?!

Nathan: The skeleton.

Jonathan: You named a skeleton ‘Bernie’?

Nathan: No shit.

Jonathan: You could have at least chosen a skeleton sounding name! Like…Fuck…er… Bonesy.

Nathan: Sure, whatever. We doing this or what?

Jonathan: Yeah, yeah.

Nathan: So….let me get this straight. We’re in an OUTBACK ESCAPE match and yet we’re nowhere near the fuckin’ Outback. Is that it?

Jonathan: That’s it, bro. Well then boys, we’ll see you in the darkness. Where we -

~The picture cuts to black but the audio remains~

Nathan: Fuck! That was our only light source! Wait…. Do you hear that?

Jonathan: Sounds like…..a mob of angry tribesmen.

Nathan: Fuuuuuuuuuck. Did we superkick one of their ancestors?!! How revered do you think he was?

Jonathan: Pretty revered by the sounds of it. We better head -

~The audio cuts out~

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~A vision comes up on the screen placed in front of the natives, who are cheering wildly about the things that have already occurred. From the foggy entrance of what was once the beloved OCW arena, practically in ruins now, steps Alexandra Calaway. She looking at the camera when she begins to speak~

"For those of you not aware of who I am. I am Alexandra Calaway, a highly decorated Veteran of the squared circle. I've been a Hardcore Champion nineteen times. I've been a World Champion. I've been a Womans Champion nine times. An Intercontinental champion three times. Among many other accolades. Wrestling Observer listed me as a Wrestler of the Year six times. So you can say, I'm one hard bitch to kill. I didn't win the title of Hardcore Queen for nothing. Now I know you have your precious little Queen Alice Knight and her King, CJ O'Donnell... But let me just say.. Eventually all Kings and Queens fall."

"Now, the ink hadn't even dried on my contract and I already had started building a feud. You think I can't find you CJ? That's where you are dead wrong.. I've had a trace on the location this entire day. You want to throw challenges out. I don't care who I have to go through to get to you. And if you want to take on both Storm and I, to prove who the real King and Queen of OCW is.. I'm ready when you are."

~She pauses, bringing her hand up to motion as if to say, come and get me~

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"But to me.. it looks like the win at this moment is in my favor.. I'm the one here and you are where.. oh yeah.. on an island in the middle of nowhere. I could bring a helicopter out there.. but I think if given the option.. I'd leave your ass there. But no.. I wouldn't do that.. come on.. get back here so I can show you.. and your little Queen, just what happens when you cross the Dark Queen and her King..."

~She backs up into the darkness behind her, knowing all too good and well exactly how to get them all back.. but where exactly would she find the pilot crazy enough to go and get them.. then the thought crossed her mind.. she knew of quite a few~

Jones: And that’s Alexandra Calaway, folks. OCW’s newest signing!

Hood: She’s certainly got more than a little attitude. Mark me down as a fan.

Jones: That she does.

Hood: Fuck, she might be OCW Champion in the morning, if we all get murdered to death on this island tonight.

Jones: I hope she’s successful...just not, ya know, in that manner. Anyway, Alexandra will make her debut (HOPEFULLY) NEXT Monday at Massacre. Now, we continue to try and entertain these islanders with unique OCW action. Up next, the Tag Titles are at stake.

Hood: Quietly becoming the most popular belts in the company.

Jones: The matches this year for these titles have been insane. You have to credit the champions for that...The Danger Boiz not only won the OCW Tag Titles for the first time in their legendary careers, but they’ve breathed some much needed life into the Tag division.

Hood: HEY! Aren’t you forgetting someone...or someones?

Jones: But, Ali wouldn’t have been near as popular without his Frazier. The Dravers have been nipping at Dan and Chris’ heels ever since their narrow defeat in January. Tonight, they look to knock The Danger Boiz off and become a three time OCW Tag Team Championship pair.

Hood: That alone would be enough.

Jones: But there’s MORE! The Lost Stranger has joined the fray. Surprised that OCW had no plans for him this cycle (CLASSIC OCW, BABY) he took matters into his own hands and worked his way into this match. The only problem? No partner. So, he went out and recruited a major OCW name, placing him under a Stranger mask to conceal his identity. They, along with The Danger Boiz and Dravers will try to earn those Tag Team Titles.

Hood: No idea who’s under the mask but given the fact they chose to align with TLS for the tag titles...well, my hopes aren’t very high.

Jones: It’s The Danger Boiz. It’s the Dravers Twins. It’s TLS and a masked OCW star. They’ll be competing underground. It’s for the OCW Tag Team Titles...and, it’s NEXT!

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~TLS and tLS are in their cage, along with PerVag. PerVag is bitching in her native tongue about the conditions of her current state. TLS and tLS look at each other as if to say, “Will this bitch shut the fuck up?” Finally, the door opens and they hurry to the front, both eager to be freed. They step out and are escorted toward the arena BUT they take a right into a dark, black pathway, disappearing from everyone else. PerVag flirts with a guard. His loin cloth raises up, showing that he’s into it. He takes her out of the cell and off somewhere ‘private’~

Jones: And now we’re set for what some are calling the most exciting match of the night...the OCW Tag Team Championship Match.

Hood: I feel cheated.

Jones: How so?

Hood: This was advertised as an ‘Escape the Outback’ Match...but these fuckers are wrestling under an arena?

Jones: We were abducted, Hood. Kidnapped.

Hood: Don’t say kidnapped. That’s something that happens to Gilbert or Uber Man. We were MANNAPPED.

Jones: Whatever makes you feel better.

~In the arena, Belvedere belts his golden voice out loud and proud, feeling the natives getting a little antsy at the lack of entertainment~

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is now time for the OCW Tag Team Championship!! This is an Outback Escape Match! The first team to get both members out of the catacombs underneath the arena and INTO the arena WITH both belts will be declared victorious and will walk out with the OCW Tag Team Titles! Introducing first...the team of TLS...and….

~Drumroll. The picture on the side of FRANK shows TLS. It then fades out and starts to slowly fade in on a figure stationed in another area of the catacombs. The figure becomes visible and it’s...~

Belvedere: tLS!!!!

~The natives seem confused~

Jones: Sooo I guess that reveal isn’t going to happen right away.

Hood: This is almost as mysterious as El Knuckle

Jones: This is WAY more mysterious than El Knuckle!

Belvedere: Introducing next…

~The next cell we find backstage houses The Dravers, along with Ferdinand. He seems to be pouring over his piece, making some edits. Can’t really blame the guy, there isn’t much else to do when you’re imprisoned underneath a stadium on some ‘deserted’ island. Guards approach the gate. Nathan looks at Jonathan. The door is opened and they immediately fire out, superkicking both guards to the ground!!! More guards rush up, ready to kill them...but the entire area tremors from the noise above, the natives going wild. Instead, the guards begrudgingly let them live, going with the ‘listen to the crowd’ modus operandi. The Dravers are then lead into darkness~

Belvedere: They are two time OCW Tag Team Champions. They are one of the most successful tag teams in OCW...they are the definition of WORTHY...the team of Nathan and Jonathan Dravers...they are The Dravers Twins!!!

~We get images of Jonathan standing in a dark corner within the catacombs. We then cut to Nathan, standing in a very similar position. We’re left with just two wrestlers remaining to take their place before the match can start~

Jones: All six competitors in this match will start off in different areas. It’s so dark down there, I’m not sure they can see each other.

Hood: A blind man’s paradise!

Jones: HOOD

Belvedere: And, their opponents…

~Backstage, The Danger Boiz, quiet for the entire month, spending their time dealing with the island struggles internally, are finally spotted inside a cell, seated, patiently awaiting their next trial. The door opens. Dan stands. Chris right after. Together, they exit, heads held high, the posture and presence of two legendary champions. The rest of the OCW watches as the greatest tag team in the industry makes their way down into the depths of this dangerous place where they will do battle once again~

Belvedere: They are one of the most decorated tag teams in professional wrestling history! They are the current reigning and defending OCW Tag Team Champions...they are Dangerous Dan. They are Crazy Chris. They are...THE DANGER BOIZ!!!!

~If we were somewhere civilized, the ovation would be massive. As it is, the natives just stare up at FRANK and the giant projection giving them insight into this very unique match. Dan is shown in a dark corner of the catacombs. We then cut to Chris. All six men are ready to go. Belvedere let’s out a resounding “DING! DING!” and we’re underway!~

Jones: And we’re underway! I’m not sure what we can expect. They’re in a dark maze underneath the arena. The tag belts are in there, somewhere. They have to find them and emerge with them...both belts, both members.

Hood: Yea, OCW Pay Per Views are unlike anything else. Not only do you get unique locations, but weird as fuck matches. Buckle up and let’s see how this thing goes.

Jones: My body is ready.

Hood: Whoa. Take a few steps back.

~We start off with a look at Dangerous Dan. Dan steps forward into the dark, feeling his way around the walls. There are no flames. No light. It’s just darkness. He feels around slowly, trying to work his way forward. We then cut to Nathan, who is doing the same thing. Total darkness. A quick cut to TLS shows that he’s moving more adroitly, but still with a hint of trepidation. Chris leans into a wall and takes a slow left turn, feeling the wall give way to passage. Jonathan is pretty much the same as the others. Then we get to tLS he feels pretty confident and moves forward faster than anyone we’ve seen...that is until he runs right into a wall and backs up, holding his face, “FUCK” he exclaims~

Jones: It’s really dark in there.

Hood: Don’t worry, Smith 2. Via the magic of OCW we’ll be able to see enough to call the match.

Jones: I love OCW magic.

Hood: Classic OCW, baby!

~Nathan pauses. He hears the ‘thud’ from tLS running into the wall. He heads that way, carefully. A shaken tLS stands back upright and reaches out, finding the wall. He takes a right turn. He pauses, hearing something nearing. He leans forward, his masked face peering into the black abyss...suddenly, a fist comes flying through the darkness, smashing him in the face!! The fist belongs to Nathan!! Nathan pounces on tLS and he begins to pummel him with lefts and rights~

Jones: Nathan has found tLS and he’s beating him into the ground!

Hood: That’s the weak tLS, for those of you keeping score.

Jones: How do we know he’s the ‘weak’ tLS?

Hood: He’s got the baby ‘t’.

~tLS struggles with Nathan as we cut to TLS. He hears the struggling echo through the catacombs. He can sense it. Those struggles sound like they are coming from his lesser half! He frantically feels around, trying to get to the aid of his partner. Meanwhile, we cut to Dan who is sliding his hand down the wall. He seems to be ignoring the scuffle, heading in an opposite direction. He turns a corner and runs right into TLS!!! Both men stumble back, taking a moment to register what happened. They then reach forward, grabbing each other in a lock up~

Jones: We’ve got a lock up! Wow, that would have been one of the least expected moves heading into this match.

Hood: It’s pit black, man. Hold on for dear life.

Jones: I suppose

~TLS uses his size advantage to back Dan up against one of the dirt walls. Dan kicks his legs back, walking halfway up the wall before kicking off and taking TLS down! He rolls forward, over TLS and spins around, getting to his knee. TLS sits up, looking around. Dan charges forward with a rolling snap mare...but TLS resits, pulling his head back!! Dan lands on his ass in front of TLS!! TLS slides forward and wraps his arms around Dan, locking him in a sleeper!!! He wraps his legs around Dan’s body, trying to choke him out~

Jones: TLS has Dan in a full body sleeper!

Hood: Is that the official name?

Jones: I don’t know!

Hood: Fine, just act like it is...you’ll be good.

~Meanwhile, we see Chris pausing. He senses that Dan might be in trouble...he also hears the additional scuffle. He heads that way, feeling along the wall. As he does, he stumbles forward. He pauses and drops to one knee, feeling around...his hands bump into one of the OCW Tag Titles! Chris slowly picks it up, looking around. He brings it close to his chest a rises. He turns to head that way when he bumps into Jonathan Dravers!! Dravers feels the belt in Chris’ grasp...he reaches for it and tries to pull it away, but Chris won’t let it go. Chris leans in, headbutting Jonathan! Jonathan stumbles back. Chris turns to leave, but Jonathan drops down and kicks his leg around, taking Chris’ legs out from under him, sending him to the ground. Jonathan crawls forward, trying to grab the title~

Jones: Crazy Chris found one of the belts!

Hood: Pure luck...but, I guess that’s going to be a big factor in this one.

Jones: Yep. But he had no time to relish in the discovery OR to try and find an escape. Jonathan was right on him after he found it.

~Nathan grabs tLS by the head and he slams the back of his skull into the ground, slowing the other LOST STRANGER. Nathan than reaches for the mask, trying to remove it, curious to find out who they’re trying to defeat. But, tLS kicks his leg up and sends Nathan flying forward, where he tumbles into a wall. Nathan hurries to his feet as tLS gets to one knee, holding the back of his head. Nathan walks forward and reaches for tLS, but gets a shot in the gut for his troubles. Nathan doubles over...tLS rises...he stands back and he throws a SUPERKICK at Nathan!! But Nathan dodges the kick and the SUPERKICK slams into one of the catacomb walls~

Jones: A huge SUPERKICK attempt by the OTHER TLS!

Hood: Wait a minute…

Jones: What?

Hood: I think I know who’s under that mask?

Jones: Because of a SUPERKICK? Everybody in OCW throws a superkick, Hood!

~Nathan runs up behind tLS and his jarred leg. He grabs him by the head and drops him into the dirt with an inverted DDT!! With tLS down, Nathan crawls around the ground, trying to get away from him and advance himself and his brother closer to winning this match. Meanwhile, TLS has Dan choked out, it appears. He lets go of the Dangerous one and taps him on the face. Dan doesn’t respond. TLS nods and he returns to his feet, feeling around. Cutting back to Jonathan and Chris, Jonathan has the title and is on his feet. Chris tries to grab onto his leg to keep him from leaving, but Jonathan boots him in the face, leaving him behind. Jonathan hustles, feeling around, trying to find an escape. He turns a corner and he bumps into TLS!! TLS, like Jonathan earlier, feels the belt. He throws some right hands into Jonathan’s head, sending the Dravers twin stumbling into a wall. TLS lifts a knee into Jonathan’s gut. Jonathan drops the belt. TLS pulls Jonathan in close for a DDT onto the belt~

Jones: TLS is going to drop Jonathan head first onto that title! If he does that, that might put Jonathan out for the rest of the match!

Hood: So, what should a team do? If they find the escape...should the one member leave with the title or should they fight to try and rescue their partner before escaping?

Jones: I...I honestly don’t know how this is going to end, Hood.

Hood: Boy, you’re a real pro.

~TLS goes to drop Jonathan face first on the belt, but he can’t. He’s blocked from behind by Nathan, stepping out from the darkness. Nathan knees TLS in the back!! Jonathan responds with a kick into TLS’ little strangers. TLS doubles over. Jonathan lifts a high knee into the face of TLS...he stumbles back into Nathan’s arms. Nathan hooks his waist, picks him up and tosses him over with a GERMAN SUPLEX into the dirt!!! TLS is down. Jonathan bends over and claims the tag title. Nathan pops up and hugs him...they start to strategize on how to proceed further~

Jones: The Dravers are trying to solve the exact question we just posited.

Hood: How fucking convenient.

Jones: They’ve got the advantage, that’s for sure. But it’s useless unless they can find a way out of there.

~Together, they discuss...Nathan points where he came from. Jonathan points where he came from. They then acknowledge where TLS came from. There’s a fourth path in the darkness, as they feel around. They decide to take it, slowly advancing through the catacombs. It’s taking them quite a while, as it would anybody without nocturnal vision. The title is in between the two brothers, acting as a link while their hands feel around a wall on each side of the tunnel. They reach the end and find two pathways. Jonathan starts to head down his when Nathan yanks on the title, pulling him in his direction. Jonathan looks and sees it...he sees a hint of light. He pats Nathan on the back and together the two brothers hurry as fast as they can toward the light~

Jones: Light at the end of the tunnel.

Hood: You happy? You happy you got to say that?

Jones: Pretty pleased, yes.

~At the end of another tunnel, they turn and they see it...they see the hole leading into the arena above. They hear the islanders, the roar of the arena. They rush up and look out of the hole. A brief celebration, but not too much. Nathan points at Jonathan and up, but Jonathan refuses...he drops down, cupping his hands. Nathan nods, steps into his hands and Jonathan hoists Nathan up. We cut to the arena and see Nathan emerging from the hole to a wild cheer from the natives. Nathan rolls atop the sand, clutching one half of the OCW Tag Titles. He quickly peeks down into the hole and tells Jonathan to find the other one...he’ll be waiting~

Jones: Nathan’s out! He’s got the OCW Tag Title...but, Jonathan has to obtain the other Tag Title and join him in the arena.

Hood: They’ve got a chance to steal this one, for sure. That title’s somewhere that hasn’t been visited.

Jones: Yea, but they also run the risk of Jonathan being overrun by the other members in this match.

Hood: I mean, if they even find him. Who knows how complicated and sprawling those catacombs are.

~Jonathan is suddenly alone in the dark. He turns and leaves the light. He reaches the end of a tunnel and turns, once again completely consumed by darkness. He kicks his feet into the dirt beneath, trying to feel for the title. He feels around the walls. He bumps into the end of the tunnel – nothing. “Fuck,” he bemoans. He turns around to head back...but he’s met with blunt force to the head!! A roundhouse kick by Crazy Chris!!! Jonathan flies back into the wall at the end of the tunnel. Chris runs up and mauls Jonathan with right hands, beating him down into the dirt. Nathan looks up at the projection on the side of FRANK and grows anxious. Should he head back into the catacombs?~

Jones: Nathan feeling a strong urge to head back in there.

Hood: Yea, Chris is kicking Jonathan’s ass.

Jones: That’s the worst case scenario. At this stage, Jonathan’s fighting, basically four against one.

Hood: But, if he heads back in there, all their progress is lost.

Jones: That is true.

~Chris finishes. Jonathan is beaten down into the dirt. Chris stomps on him a few more times for good measure before turning and heading in the opposite direction. He reaches a two way split and bumps into someone! He looks up and stares at TLS! Chris hits him in the face and tries to move past him down the other passage way...he takes a few steps and is BLASTED in the face via a SUPERKICK from tLS!!! He collapses to the ground. TLS bumps into tLS and they almost go to blows...fortunately, they quickly figure out it’d be friendly fire~

Jones: What a superkick! My gosh, whoever that tLS guy is, he throws one mean SUPERKICK

Hood: REALLY?

Jones: The Strangers are the second team to locate one another and join forces down there. Let’s see if they can find the other title.

~Together, the Strangers head back the way tLS came. For some reason, TLS thinks his mysterious partner might have missed the belt. He keeps pulling his hand away while tLS continues trying to hold it. TLS finally says, “Stop trying to hold my hand, you’ll be fine!” As he yells that, he trips and falls!! His partner, tLS, drops to his knee and feels around, finding the second OCW Tag Title!! He yelps with excitement. TLS sits up, holding his head, pointing at the belt, “You just came this way and didn’t know the title was there?” It’s pretty clear tLS didn’t. “You seriously just walked right over or past it?” His partner just nods, hugging the belt. “You see? This is why you’ve never won a title in this place,” TLS throws a verbal low blow, but his partner is too excited. He’s clutching OCW gold. TLS returns to his feet and the duo head back the way they came...the exit into the arena is their next destination~

Jones: They’ve located the second title! The team of Strangers are now the biggest thread to the Dravers.

Hood: Hey, you think they might find TIO down there?

Jones: What?

Hood: He got buried, remember?

Jones: I don’t think he’s down there, Hood.

Hood: Always gotta ruin the suspense.

~They reach the two way split. They step over Chris, who remains down. They take the turn toward the light but stop when they see Dan stumbling their way, holding his throat, coughing. He looks up, spotting both Strangers. Tension is in the air. Dan steps completely into the light, his painted face as visible as ever, his eyes as focused as ever. They turn to the ground where he sees his brother’s feet...Chris laid out by the Strangers. Dan curses and runs forward at both Strangers~

Jones: They’ve run into Dan and he is NOT happy.

Hood: Well, let’s see...he got choked out and woke up only to find his brother knocked out. Not a good day for the Boiz.

Jones: Far from over. They could still escape this match with their belts.

~TLS readies to use the title. But tLS grabs at it, wanting to use it. There’s a brief miscommunication going on...enough to allow Dan to run in and hit them both with a clothesline!!! The Strangers fly back into a wall. Dan unloads on TLS with right hands, pummeling his head like a punching bag, until he falls to his knees. Dan then lifts a knee of his own into his face, sending him over. Dan looks over at tLS...who throws a SUPERKICK at Dan’s face...but Dan dodges it!! The mysterious stranger stumbles past him...Dan grabs him from behind and takes him down with a Backstabber!!! Dan crawls forward, checking on his brother. He sits him up...Chris starts to come to~

Jones: Dan just single handily took out both Strangers.

Hood: Dan’s been locked in beast mode all year.

Jones: That he has. I’d imagine a major singles push awaits him, at some point.

~Chris stands. Dan snags the OCW Tag Title and the Danger Boiz make their way toward the light. Standing under the hole, they look up. Chris holds the title...Dan cups his hands to boost him up...Chris steps up and Dan tosses him toward salvation. Chris reaches up, grabbing the surface, he tosses the title onto the arena sand and starts to pull himself up when WHACK! He’s kicked right in the face by Nathan!!! Chris flies back into the hole, landing on the ground with a huge thud next to Dan!! Dan looks up and sees Nathan, waving down at him~

Jones: And now another issue...can anyone breach that hole with Nathan holding the high ground.

Hood: IT’S OVER, JONES. HE HAS THE HIGH GROUND.

Jones: Sure.

~Behind a pissed off Dan, we see Jonathan emerging, holding his head. He walks past the bodies of both Strangers. TLS reaches for his leg as he steps over him, but misses. Jonathan sees Chris down and Dan staring up into the hole. His eyes widen...this is it! He runs forward...Dan turns around, hearing footsteps. Jonathan throws a superkick at Dan!! But Dan catches it. Dan shoves Jonathan back and leaps up with a knee...but Jonathan catches Dan!! He tosses Dan over his head with a T-Bone Suplex!! Dan lands HARD on the dirt. He’s down. Chris is down. Jonathan hurries over under the hole and he looks up. On the arena floor, we see Nathan staring at the projection...it’s slightly delayed. He rushes over, now knowing Nathan is down there. He drops to his knees and extends his hand, “Jonathan! C’mon! Let’s get out of here!”~

Jones: If Nathan pulls Jonathan out of there, the Dravers are the champions.

Hood: Fuck yes. Let’s crown the kings!

~A hand reaches up, grabbing Nathan’s...but it’s gloved. Nathan tries to pull away, but too late...the hand pulls him into the hole!! Nathan tumbles down, landing HARD on the ground, next to Jonathan, who’s been knocked out. Standing over both Dravers is The Lost Stranger – the real one. He then turns and looks up at the hole~

Jones: TLS just pulled Nathan down! This match has been reset. None of the teams have an advantage.

Hood: Yet those titles are just chilling above, waiting for someone to take them.

Jones: Who will it be? WHO WILL IT BE?

Hood: Chill!

~TLS looks down as tLS has his hands cupped. TLS pulls him up, “No, you get up there and wait for me. I know how to win a championship. You watch.” A little harsh, but probably some truth to the words. His partner, tLS nods. TLS tosses tLS up and he grabs the edge of the hole and pulls himself up. The islanders cheer. Feeding off the energy, tLS throws a bunch of SUPERKICKS...he’s very excited~

Jones: Wow, look at him go! Who could that be?

Hood: Just shut the fuck up, okay? We ALL know who that is?

Jones: Well, I guess you should be a psychic since you’re so good at figuring out mysteries.

Hood: This stopped being a mystery half an hour ago!

~TLS grabs both Dravers and he slams their heads together, tossing them down the tunnel. They tumble and roll toward the end, hitting the wall. TLS turns toward the Danger Boiz...but, nature growls. Frank rumbles! The ground shakes! TLS reaches for the wall, to support himself. Pieces of the ceiling start to fall...the Dravers look on, from their location as a bunch of rocks tumble from above, blocking their path~

Jones: Oh no! They might all be crushed!

Hood: Just as long as the only two crushed are Dan and Chris.

Jones: HOOD!

~A big cloud of smoke ejects from FRANK. It’s almost like the big guy had some gas (probably literally what it was). He suddenly chills out and the rumbling stops. But, the damage is done...the Dravers are blocked away from the action~

Jones: The Dravers are trapped! They can’t get to the arena!

Hood: Fuck me...PerZag! We need PerZag!

~Nathan and Jonathan try to move the rocks out of the way, but there are several and they are heavy. On the arena floor, as though she heard Hood...PerVag appears. She sees tLS throwing SUPERKICKS and runs his way. She grabs him and starts yelling at him, slapping him in his masked face~

Jones: It’s PerVag!

Hood: Man, she’s got the mullet and everything.

~TLS recovers from the shaking. But, so have Dan and Chris. TLS doesn’t like the odds, but he has no choice. He goes after Dan...but Chris attacks him from the side. The Danger Boiz quickly subdue TLS with punches. TLS tries to fight back, but it’s not doing much. Dan and Chris beat him into the ground before looking up. Chris cups his hands...but Dan has a different idea~

Jones: An alternative plan.

Hood: Yea, one that preferably doesn’t result in Chris getting kicked in the fucking face.

~On the arena floor, tLS is finally able to calm PerVag down. He points at the glittery, gold, shiny OCW Tag Titles. Her eyes widen and she dives for them, hugging them. BECAUSE ALL WOMEN GO CRAZY OVER JEWELRY. Classic OCW, Baby! This gives tLS a break. He turns and sees Chris trying to get onto the arena floor. Underground, Chris has his legs wrapped around Dan’s head...the plan looks to be for Chris to pull Dan up with him. He’s about halfway out...the added weight is slowing him down, tremendously. He gets about waist high when tLS rushes in with a SUPERKICK!!! Right to the face!!! Chris loses his grip and both Danger Boiz smash into the ground below. Dan seems to be alright, but he crawls over his brother, finding Chris to be knocked out~

Jones: Chris is knocked out! What’s Dan going to do?

Hood: I don’t know, but they need to get...YOU KNOW WHO back into that hole if they want to have any chance at victory.

Jones: Yea, that’s probably true.

~Dan turns around, furious. TLS is on one knee, returning to his feet. Dan rises and he pulls TLS up, slamming him into one of the dirt walls. He then whips him into another...TLS’ body is wrecked against the rock/dirt wall. Dan slugs him in the head with an elbow, crushing TLS’ head in between his elbow and the wall. TLS drops to both knees. Dan looks ready to finish him off...however, we see Jonathan squeezing through a hole in the rock wall. Jonathan charges forward...Dan looks up, but it’s too late...Jonathan blows him back with a superkick of his own!! Dan flies backwards, landing on Chris. Jonathan looks up at the hole and he jumps up, grabbing it with his hands...tremendous vertical~

Jones: Suddenly the Dravers are back in this!

Hood: Nathan needs to help his brother out.

Jones: I think he might be stuck.

~Indeed, Nathan has his leg stuck in the rocks, an unfortunate mishap. He works to get free without causing any major harm. Jonathan’s head peeks above the arena floor. He sees tLS explaining to PerVag how those titles can be theirs. She nods. She turns around and sees Jonathan trying to escape...she curses in her native tongue and runs forward, thrusting her pelvis into his face!!! Jonathan falls back into the hole, landing with a huge thud!! The natives go wild~

Jones: PerVag with the unexpected assist!

Hood: Geezus

~tLS runs over and slides toward the hole. He looks down, seeing TLS. He extends his hand. TLS rises...tLS yells, “C’MON!!! HURRY!” TLS stumbles forward. Behind him we see Nathan getting free. He charges at TLS. TLS reaches up for his partner’s hand...but he misses. Nathan is closing in!! TLS finally jumps up and he GRABS his partner’s hand!!! tLS leans back with PerVag pulling on his shoulders, helping out. Nathan dives at TLS’ legs, but he misses!! TLS is pulled onto the arena floor!!! The two strangers dive for the belts!!! The islanders go wild! Belvedere yells ‘DING! DING!’~

Belvedere: Here are your winners...AND NEW OCW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS...TLS AND TLS!!!!!

Jones: They did it! The Strangers are the new Tag Team Champions!

Hood: SHIT

Jones: In one of the weirdest matches in company history...they outlasted two legendary tag teams. Unreal!

Hood: Dravers were fucked, man! FUCKED

Jones: Where was their leader, huh? PerVag helped the Strangers. Where was PerZag to help the Dravers?

Hood: FUCK IT ALL

Jones: And, let’s not forget...the incredible run by The Danger Boiz has come to an end.

Hood: Yea, to be honest, I thought they were gonna hold those things for the entire year.

Jones: A great tag team. What happens now? The chase for the Dravers continues. But what about Dan and Chris? Do they seek a rematch or does Dan embark on a singles career?

Hood: Those are certainly questions people could ask.

~TLS and tLS are on their feet, holding the OCW Tag Titles in the air. TLS looks at tLS who seems to be sobbing. He drops to his knees, clutching the title~

Jones: Wow, tLS is very emotional over this win.

~TLS reaches down and he pulls the mask off of tLS to reveal...~

Jones: IT’S MIKE ZYBALA!!!

Hood: You don’t say.

~TLS pulls Zybala up and holds his arm high in the air. Zybala continues to cry, holding the Tag Title near and dear to his heart~

Jones: Zybala joined OCW in 2017 and this is the first time...the first time he’s ever claimed a championship in this company.

Hood: Five fuckin years, man. Not even one of the tertiary belts. NOTHING.

Jones: That’s a man who never quits, right there. That’s a man who will always win because he NEVER gives up.

Hood: Truth. Hats off, Zybala.

~Zybala hugs TLS, getting snot and tears all over him. TLS kinda pushes him off. Zybala drops back to his knees, continuing to ugly cry. TLS pats him on the back, but it’s clear he’s getting a little uncomfortable with the entire display of emotion~

Jones: Enjoy your moment, Mike. Take it in!

Hood: They’ve been deserted on this island for a month. He might wanna save some of that liquid he’s spewing from his eyes. I’m just saying.

~Zybala continues to cry like a baby. TLS slowly backs up before turning and briskly heading backstage. PerVag drops down to console Mike while also rubbing the tag title~

Jones: Mike Zybala is FINALLY a champion in OCW with the aid of his partner TLS. These two are not only the top two competitors in the rankings but now...now they are tag team champions.

Hood: Great times ahead for those two...assuming we survive.

Jones: Another incredible match. A first for this company. Hats off to the Dravers and the Danger Boiz. Two incredible teams that will, no doubt, continue to find success right here in OCW!

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~We cut to Dylan Thomas, Lissandra Thomas Lord Allton, (NEW) Tank and the Larossia brothers (Vincenzo and Frankie) all staring into the camera. Dylan is just a step or two ahead of the rest of the A-List family and he looks serious~

Dylan: First and foremost, I’d like to extend my congratulations to Kelson Hewitt for securing a match against BRIM. BRIM will be no easy obstacle to overcome - especially with Savage title rules. But if there’s anybody who can pull out the win, it’s the Man of Steel. Good luck friend. But onto more pressing matters.

Dylan: Now members of the OCW Faithful will know, that I like to joke around and be a bit of a prick but it’s all in good fun. However aside from the odd Massacre here and there, I haven’t really done much. At Luck of the Violent, Kelson and I kinda ruined the fun of PerZag and the Doofus twins and that was pretty fun.

~Dylan looks over his shoulder as the A-List Family smirk and smile (except Tank who remains as stoic as ever)~

Dylan: But then PerZag kinda disappeared from view. Why is that?

~Dylan once again looks over his shoulder and the A-List Family shrug~

Dylan: I think it’s because PerZag is being a scared little bitch. Two and a half years ago, Zag I would have welcomed you as a brother into the A-List. Hell, we ALL DID as I seem to recall. But now, we rescind that offer. Especially since Lissie told me that you tried to make the moves on her!

Lissandra: You’re just not my type Zag. I prefer my men who are loyal to OCW. It seems Zybala was right. You really do treat OCW like it has a revolving door.

Dylan: So PerZag, if you’re watching this, I want you to come to the Pay-Per-View after Technical Difficulties and face me. One on one, without your bitch lapdogs getting in the way.

~Lord Allton then wheels forwards, arms crossed, permanent smirk on face~

Lord Allton: Now since Mr Welsh probably won’t keep the twins away during this match, I’ll say this: If Mr. PerZag you set your guard dogs to run down during the match, I will send mine. And mine....are a little more used to maiming someone. What with two of them being former Mafiosi. And Tank? He grew up on the streets of.......everywhere.

~Tank, Vincenzo and Frankie then step forward towards the camera and the camera slowly fades to black~

Jones: Dylan Thomas asking the question that’s been on a lot of our minds. WHERE IS PERZAG?

Hood: Kinda weird he vanishes the minute we figure out ‘Australia’ isn’t real, huh?

Jones: We haven’t figured that out!

Hood: Well, if this is ‘Australia’ then let me just say...this place is a fuckin shit hole.

Jones: Whatever. Alright, before the natives spear us to death...let’s get to our next match. It’s Savage Championship time!

Hood: My favorite time of the night! SAVAGE, OH YEA!

Jones: Right. BRIM is the Savage Champion. He’s undefeated thus far in 2022. He’s looking very much like an early candidate for OCW Wrestler of the Year. Last month at Luck of the Violent he put all questions to rest by being the first person in OCW history to defeat Supreme Machine.

Hood: Mack O’Connor couldn’t even do that.

Jones: He could not. Now, BRIM faces the most impressive newcomer OCW has seen in a long, LONG time. Kelson Hewitt. Kelson joined OCW and made a huge initial impact by defeating Bob Grenier.

Hood: Guy looked like a hot shot main eventer.

Jones: Technically he was. Kelson has wrestled in nothing BUT main events since joining OCW. Tonight, I think, will be his first NON Main Event match...his first non main event match in, ironically, the biggest match of his career.

Hood: Yea, when you take on ALL challengers EVERY week you’re gonna lose some and Kelson’s had his fair share of losses despite putting in badass performance after badass performance.

Jones: If Kelson can upset BRIM tonight, then he’ll be right where everybody expects him to get, eventually. He’ll be in the Main Event scene.

Hood: The sooner the better. Let’s make this kid the star he deserves to be.

Jones: It’s the monster who’s on a tear. It’s the newcomer who is looking to etch his own legacy in OCW. It’s the monster, BRIM. It’s the shining star, Kelson Hewitt. It’s for the Savage Title. It’ll be contested in a SWAMP. And, it’s NEXT!

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~We cut to a shot outside the vile arena filled with blood thirsty natives. A swamp located on the outskirts of this primal civilization. A very southern looking swamp. Mossy trees, dark, green water. All sorts of animal activity that be heard, not seen. A ring is nestled atop this swamp with air filled pockets underneath it to keep it afloat. The Knife Man commandeers a steering wheel at the front. At the back of the ring is a giant fan, meant to propel this ring through the swamp. At the edge of the swamp, on land, reside two cages. One holding BRIM. The other holding Kelson. Both men survey the arena they’re about to enter, before turning and taking a gander at each other~

Jones: A true first for OCW.

Hood: Lots of firsts going on these days.

Jones: Happens when you crash into an island.

~Back inside the arena, the image of what we’re seeing is being projected against the side of FRANK for everybody to see. It’s large and it’s surprisingly visible. The natives are visibly intrigued by the swamp. It’s apparently a place they don’t visit all that often~

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is now time for the Savage Championship Match! This match is an Into the Swamp Match and it is scheduled for one fall! The two wrestlers will compete inside a ring as it floats through a swamp. The first wrestler to win will walk out as the OCW Savage Champion! Introducing first…

~Back to the swamp. Natives work the door to Kelson’s cage open. He emerges and stands at the edge of land. The water moves. He kicks back, slightly. What the fuck was that? He looks up at the ring...he then looks at BRIM, who is eyeing him like a predator would his prey. There’s no turning back. The Man of Steel does not run from a fight, no matter how fucked up or weird it may be. He leaps from land onto the ring and enters in through the ropes~

Belvedere: From Nashville, Tennessee, standing 5’11 and weighing in at 201lbs...he is “The Man of Steel”...he is Kelson Hewitt!!!

~And, we cut to BRIM’s cage. The natives are a little more cautious releasing this beast. The open his door and quickly scurry away. BRIM kicks it open and steps out, his feet sinking into the squishy surface just between land and swamp. He pulls his feet through the shallow swamp water, showing very little concern for what might be in there before stepping up and onto the ring. He slides in under the bottom rope and pushes himself up, keeping his eyes on Kelson~

Belvedere: And, his opponent...from Baltimore, Maryland...standing 6’3 and weighing in at 385lbs...he is the OCW Savage Champion and the #1 Contender to the OCW Title...he is...BRIM!!!

Jones: BRIM far less concerned about the swamp than everyone else.

Hood: The man killed a panther with his bare hands, Jones. He’s also...from Baltimore.

Jones: A rough city, for sure.

Hood: There’s no swamp in the WORLD as dangerous as a street corner in Baltimore.

~BRIM is in one corner, staring at Kelson. The ring bobs up and down a bit, adjusting to the 400 pounds that just entered. Kelson looks across at BRIM, no fear in his eyes...staring down OCW’s most dangerous competitor. Belvedere, inside the arena, yells ‘DING! DING!’ They can’t hear him, so The Knife Man turns on the engine to the fan and motions toward the two competitors that it’s time to go! But, before they do, Gruff is heard bitching, carefully tiptoeing his way around the swamp and into the ring. He rises and shakes his head, “WHAT THE FUCK?” he exclaims, looking at BRIM and Kelson. They don’t really have much to say. Gruff slaps his hands together, “LET’S GET THIS SHIT OVER WITH!” BRIM steps forward, as does Kelson~

Jones: And we’re underway!

Hood: “Let’s get this shit over with” is maybe the greatest opening bell in the history of opening bells.

Jones: Gruff isn’t exactly a cheery charlie in an air conditioned arena reffing a standard rules match. This scene? This setup? Yea, he’s not going to be very happy.

Hood: Never, ever use the term ‘cheery charlie’ again ya fuckin whack job.

~With the fan full blast, the ring starts to slowly slide across the surface of the swamp. The Knife Man navigates with precision. BRIM reaches out to grab Kelson, who is still a little taken back by all of this. Kelson feels BRIM’s reach and he ducks, throwing a kick into BRIM’s leg. Kelson runs and hits the ropes...the ring holds up just fine. He comes off, leaps up, wraps both legs around BRIM’s head and slams him, head first into the mat with a spiked hurricanrana!!! BRIM collapses to the mat, holding his head as Kelson slides under the bottom rope. He grabs at the ropes, holding on to keep from falling into the swamp. Swinging his legs back into the ring, he sits against the ropes, looking over at BRIM, who remains down~

Jones: Great start for Kelson! He’s going to have to use his quickness and agility to stay ahead of BRIM.

Hood: Unfortunately for Kelson, BRIM’s about as agile as he is!

Jones: Yes, but he can’t exactly match BRIM’s strength.

Hood: Nobody can.

~Kelson crawls over and he quickly hooks BRIM’s head in a front face lock. BRIM reacts, trying to break free, but Kelson straightens his legs out, increasing his leverage, trying to keep the big man down. BRIM tries pushing up with his arms but Kelson continues to lean into him, forcing bRIM to work harder and harder to break free~

Jones: Ah, here we go. Kelson is going to try and tire the big man out.

Hood: Okay, that’s smart. I don’t care how athletic BRIM is...he’s still trucking four hundred pounds around. A fuck ton harder to manage than the two hundred Kelson has.

Jones: Yep and it’s a swamp. Extremely humid and thick, thick oxygen. ~BRIM gets frustrated. He lets out a guttural yell before fighting through the front face lock and reaching his feet!! Kelson is draped over his back, staring down at the mat. His eyes widen~

Jones: Crackin Necks!!

Hood: No fuckin way. Not this early.

Jones: The most devastating move in OCW!

~Hewitt’s done his homework. BRIM tries to secure Kelson’s head for CRACKIN NECKS...but Kelson manages to get his legs around BRIM’s head!! Kelson then lifts his upper body parallel with the ring before diving down and taking BRIM over with a sunset flip!!! He holds on for the pin! Gruff drops in for the count~

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2!

KICK OUT!

Jones: Whoa! What a reversal by Kelson!

Hood: Man of Steel! He did not FLINCH despite BRIM coming THAT close to breaking his fuckin neck.

Jones: Nope, instead he took near calamity and turned it into prosperity.

~Kelson rolls back over his head, getting to his feet. BRIM sits up...he’s already beginning to perspire. His breathing has picked up. Kelson hits the ropes and he runs forward, throwing a kick at BRIM’s head. BRIM dodges the kick...Kelson stumbles into the ropes...he leans over them and his face comes inches from the fan. Again, his eyes widen at the acknowledgment that the fan is very big and very close to the ring. BRIM clobbers him from behind with a double ax handle. He turns Kelson around and hits him over the back with another double ax handle!! Kelson drops to one knee. BRIM delivers a third crushing double ax handle, sending Kelson to the mat!! Kelson remains down, grunting and clawing at the mat, in obvious pain~

Jones: Kelson’s been beat up the last month, Hood. He showed signs of wear and tear in the Battle Royale last Monday. Wounds that, obviously, have yet to heal.

Hood: Not sure how much healing you can do on a fuckin island.

Jones: Kelson’s been through the ringer. Main event after main event after main event. It’s taking its toll.

~BRIM plucks Kelson off the mat and whips him into the ropes...he bounces off and BRIM picks him up for a SPINEBUSTER...but Kelson hooks BRIM’s head and wraps his legs around BRIM’s body, continuing his plan of wearing the larger man down by cutting off his oxygen. BRIM bends over, on his feet. Kelson gets his hands locked around BRIM’s head, turning it into more of a guillotine!! BRIM’s stomach extends and pulls back, showing that his breathing is labored. Kelson yells out, squeezing as hard as he can to try and get the big man to go unconscious. Gruff looks in, trying to get a read on the situation. Then, out of nowhere, BRIM roars and rises up, lifting Kelson into the air, charging forward and throwing Kelson off of him!!! Kelson is launched over the top rope...but he grabs on and swings his legs forward, through the ropes and into BRIM’s gut!! BRIM stumbles back. Kelson stands on the apron. He quickly looks down and sees the jaws of a giant crocodile snapping up at the ring. He promptly jumps up and springboards off the top rope with a Senton!!! His back CRASHES into BRIM, sending the Savage Champion stumbling into the ropes where he bends back and then forward, his arms getting trapped in between the top and middle ropes!!~

Jones: BRIM is locked in the ropes!

Hood: Did you see the size of that crocodile? HOLY SHIT. Stay inside the fuckin ring!

Jones: Yes, I’d say that’s sound advice.

~Kelson sits up and sees the stroke of luck he’s been given. He gets to his feet and runs forward with a forearm uppercut into BRIM’s head, knocking the Savage Champion silly. He then proceeds to deliver scathing knife edged chops into BRIM’s barrel sized chest. One after another after another after another. Gruff looks on, not really doing anything to help BRIM. And, why should he? This is a Savage Rules match. Kelson, looking down at his red, irritated hand, decides to go back to his original plan. He locks BRIM’s head under his arm and cranks up the pressure! He leans back, pulling BRIM toward the ring with his arms locked in the ropes...cutting off his oxygen, and ripping at both shoulder joints~

Jones: Ugh, this match has been a miserable experience for BRIM thus far.

Hood: Like playing a team with a stifling defense. BRIM can’t get anything going. Kelson, so far, has executed a flawless gameplan. I mean, getting stuck in the ropes was pretty fucking lucky...but the most prepared people are able to capitalize on luck.

Jones: That is true.

~BRIM won’t tap. No matter how much stress and strain Kelson applies. Eventually, the effort takes its toll on Kelson. He releases the hold and looks at BRIM, who hangs there...not much life inside the man. Kelson asks Gruff to check on him. Gruff steps forward and reaches for BRIM’s neck, to check his pulse...BRIM’s eyes suddenly open and he yells at Gruff to ‘GET THE FUCK AWAY’. Gruff does as instructed. Kelson shakes his head at BRIM’s resilience. He runs forward and boots BRIM in the face. BRIM yells back, “THAT ALL YOU GOT, BITCH?” Kelson runs back, he hits the ropes and he leaps forward with both feet, right into BRIM’s face!!! Tremendous impact! So much so that BRIM’s arms become dislodged and he falls face first into the mat! Kelson scrambles, shoving BRIM onto his back and making the cover~

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2!

SHOULDER UP!

Jones: BRIM with the shoulder up! But, barely! Kelson’s got him running on damn near empty!

Hood: Boy, what a turnaround if Kelson wins this? BRIM eliminates him last week in the Battle Royale only for Kelson to turn around and hand BRIM his first loss of the year.

Jones: Fortunes can change on a dime here in OCW...good or bad.

~Kelson returns to his feet. He can sense victory...he can feel it! He pulls BRIM up, spins him around and drops him straight to the mat with a Neckbreaker!!! BRIM is down, holding onto his neck. Kelson rises back to his feet and heads for the nearest ropes...he steps through. He looks down at the swamp beneath and sees the midsection of a giant snake surface before diving back underwater. Shivers run up Kelson’s spine as he leaps up, onto the top rope. BRIM sits up. Kelson comes flying off with a springboard METEORA!!! The impact drives the back of BRIM’s head into the mat!! Kelson scurries over, making the cover~

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2!

3...NO!

Jones: BRIM barely gets the shoulder up again!

Hood: Yea, but he’s toeing the line of defeat. Kelson’s one big move away from becoming the Savage Champion.

Jones: Yep, he’s right there!

~Kelson slaps at the mat, frustrated. He runs his hands through his sweat soaked black hair. He returns to his feet. BRIM is already up to one knee. Kelson reaches forward, grabbing BRIM by the head...but BRIM buries an elbow into Kelson’s midsection. Hewitt stumbles back. BRIM stands upright and delivers a Mongolian Chop to both sides of Kelson’s neck, temporarily freezing his upper body. BRIM takes a moment, he, like Kelson, is soaked in sweat, drenched from the fatigue of trying to survive all the submission holds and uncomfortable positions. He refocuses on Kelson, but The Man of Steel suddenly leaps up with a shotgun dropkick, nailing BRIM in the face!!! BRIM falters back into a corner!! Kelson rushes back to his feet and he charges in, throwing his entire body into BRIM with a corner spear!!!! The ring jolts atop the swamp and runs into a tree!!! The Knife Man is like, “WHOA!” He has to work to get it back on course. Kelson pulls the battered BRIM from the corner. He gets underneath BRIM...he almost disappears under BRIM’s size...BRIM slowly, shakily is lifted off the mat and onto Kelson’s shoulders!! Kelson looks at the camera...his face flush with struggle, his breath quivering under the extreme pressure, his eyes bulged with stress. He has BRIM up and then...and then...he falls back with a HUGE SAMOAN DROP!!! The entire ring shakes...it nearly submerges under the Swamp Water for a brief second...a couple of frogs hop into the ring as a few splashes of water manager to stain the canvas. Kelson crawls over, his face twisted with pain...he throws his body over BRIM. Gruff kicks a frog out of the ring and drops to the mat for the count~

1!

2!

3...NO!

Jones: BRIM survives yet again!

Hood: Kelson is giving this guy EVERYTHING he has and it won’t keep him down. Fuckin unreal.

Jones: Is BRIM unbeatable? It’s beginning to feel that way.

~Kelson throws his arms into the air while rolling over onto the mat, placing his forehead on the canvas. He can’t believe it. He looks up and spots a swamp frog staring back at him, unaware of the trauma the giant human is currently enduring. The frog hops away...Kelson crawls for the ropes, using them to return to his feet. When he turns around he sees BRIM sitting up. He heads forward and chops BRIM in the back of the neck. It has the opposite intended effect. BRIM charges up, rising to his feet. He turns around and Kelson chops the big man across the chest...BRIM bows up and yells at Kelson. Kelson runs into the ropes, he bounces off and jumps at BRIM, but BRIM catches him and locks him in a bearhug for a few minutes, ragdolling the Man of Steel before spinning around and planting him into the mat!!! Again, the ring sloshes atop the swampy surface. BRIM returns to his knees, staring down at his challenger~

Jones: For the first time all match BRIM has some momentum. It’s a crucial point for Kelson.

Hood: All that work and he’s still flat on his fuckin back. Frustration is the name of the game for Hewitt.

Jones: That it is.

~BRIM returns to his feet. He yells at Kelson, “GET UP!” Kelson struggles, but he does. Kelson throws a roundhouse kick at BRIM’s head, but BRIM blocks it. He slings his arm forward and SMACKS Kelson under the chin with a meaty lariat!!! Kelson stumbles into the ropes and bounces off...BRIM charges forward, greeting him with a running forearm!!! Kelson hits the mat!! Wounded, Kelson crawls for the nearest corner, he turns around, sitting toward the ring...BRIM charges in with a hip splash!!! He drags Kelson out, pulls him up and throws him over his head with a Fallaway Slam!!! Kelson lands on his back, center of the ring. BRIM kips up...fucking unreal. He runs at Kelson, leaps up and lands on him with a Shooting Star Press!!! Again, the ring sloshes atop the swamp water. Gruff drops in to count BRIM’s cover~

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2!

3...NO!

Jones: Kelson survives the vicious cycle of moves BRIM calls ‘Don’t Call it a Comeback’!

Hood: This isn’t a match. It’s assault.

Jones: I’ve never, ever seen a man BRIM’s size have that much athleticism.

~BRIM returns to his feet. He’s still breathing pretty hard, the damage from Kelson’s initial attack preventing him from exerting his full force on The Man of Steel. Kelson rolls onto the apron. He lays there for a moment...until a medium sized crocodile leaps out of the water, snapping at him. Hewitt scrambles to his feet, staring down at the swamp water. BRIM comes from behind and slaps him in the back of the head. He spins Kelson around and hooks him for a suplex back into the ring. He gets Kelson up, but Kelson drills BRIM in the head with a knee. He gets free, landing behind the Savage Champion. BRIM spins around and Kelson throws a chop...BRIM blocks it and responds with a running open hand palm strike that sends Kelson flying to the mat! BRIM yells, “SIT YO ASS DOWN!” upon impact!!! Kelson grabs at his chest, gasping for air. BRIM runs forward with a senton splash ONTO Kelson!!! The ring sloshes atop the water, BRIM makes the cover. Gruff drops in for the pin~

1!

2!

3!!

NO!

Jones: Kelson survives, again! Not that we didn’t already know this, but man he’s tough.

Hood: Fighting a monster in the middle of a swamp. The stuff of nightmares.

Jones: And he refuses to flinch.

~Back on his feet, BRIM remains focused. He pulls Kelson up and he tosses his entire body through the air and into the nearest corner! Kelson lands HARD, slamming into the buckles before coming to rest against the bottom turnbuckle. BRIM backs up, taking aim at The Man of Steel~

Jones: Between a Rock and a Hard Place! BRIM’s other, less used finisher!

Hood: Goodnight, Man of Steel

~BRIM runs forward and he leaps into the air with an inversted senton cannonball splash!!! But Kelson MOVES!!!! BRIM lands HARD!!! The ring dips into the swamp on that side, spilling some dark, green water across the mat. BRIM is now resting in the corner, writhing in pain, spitting out some horrid swamp water. Kelson measures him up and he runs forward...he leaps into the air and he hits BRIM with A ROCK AND A HARD PLACE!!!! Kelson drags BRIM out of the corner and dives on top of the Savage Champion. Gruff dives in with the count~

1!

2!!!

3!!!!!

NO!

SHOULDER UP!!!!

Jones: OH MY GOSH

Hood: C’mon, that was three, wasn’t it?

Jones: Gruff says it was NOT. Kelson milliseconds away from the breakthrough win he’s been seeking.

Hood: Fuckin hell. This place is ROUGH

~Kelson can’t believe it. He’s been so close so many times. He has no time to mourn the near fall. BRIM is already trying to get back to his feet. So, Kelson, like earlier, locks BRIM’s head under his arm. BRIM, though, rises up, lifting Kelson off the mat and throwing him forward. Kelson lands in a corner and he quickly hops onto the top rope. BRIM heads that way but Kelson throws a stomp into BRIM’s face that connects FLUSH in the mush. Spit flies everywhere and BRIM stumbles back, falling on his ass. Kelson looks down at the Savage Champion, he’s got him right where he wants him~

Jones: This is it, Kelson! This is your chance!

Hood: Hang in there, dude. You got this! C’mon!

~Kelson looks at the giant fan next to him. He gets an idea~

Jones: What...what’s he doing?

Hood: He isn’t going to…

Jones: Is he?

Hood: Yep, he is. Classic OCW, baby!

~Kelson hops onto the fan and scurries to the top, standing twice as high, towering over everything. He looks down at BRIM. It’s quite the spectacle of a shot. The natives inside the ARENA OF FRANK all gasp and lean back, taken in by the scene. Kelson prepares to leap off. BRIM staggers to his feet. Kelson looks ahead and sees a tree branch rapidly heading his way. So, he takes flight...he leaps off the fan and over the branch, descending toward BRIM~

Jones: And Kelson is flying high inside the swamp!

Hood: Soaring higher than any OWL I’ve ever seen!

~Kelson descends onto BRIM...but BRIM catches him!!! BRIM’s got Kelson draped across his back, Hewitt’s head pointed at the mat. BRIM jumps up and he crunches Kelson’s spine into the mat with CRACKIN NECKS!!!! Kelson goes limp. BRIM flips over and he covers Kelson. Gruff drops in for the count~

1!

2!

3!!!!!

~Belvedere lets out a ‘DING DING’~

Belvedere: Here is your winner...AND STILL OCW SAVAGE CHAMPION...BRIM!!!!!

Jones: Oh no! Poor Kelson!

Hood: I guess it’s true what they say...you can’t beat a monster inside a swamp.

Jones: Another tough loss for Kelson. Kid’s knocking on the door, Hood. It’s only a matter of time before someone lets him in.

Hood: Truth.

~BRIM sits up. He looks down at Kelson like, “You’re one tough mother fucker.” He pats Kelson on the chest before returning to his feet. The Knife Man steers the ring/airboat away, heading back to land. BRIM leans against the ropes, allowing the swampy breeze to hit him in the face. Slowly, they drive off, further and further from view until we cut back to the arena where the natives are all buzzing about that last match~

Jones: That match certainly satisfied these islanders.

Hood: Yea, they might be praying to BRIM over FRANK before the night’s out.

Jones: I wouldn’t say that too loud, Hood.

Hood: Please, they don’t speak human.

Jones: BRIM has been on a tear. He won last week’s Battle Royale, earning an OCW Title shot. He retained his Savage Title tonight. And now? Now he’ll face the winner of Outcast and Plethora.

Hood: He’s got major Outcast vibes going right now. He might be the wrestler of the year in 2022.

Jones: He’s certainly the early leader. As for Kelson, the guy’s been put through the ringer but he keeps impressing. The wins will start coming.

Hood: Yep, he’s already a star. A fixture in OCW. He’ll be a key piece to the puzzle for a long time to come.

Jones: Agreed.


Twenty years ago, during OCW’s infancy, one of the biggest names in Pro Wrestling took a chance on a fledgling promotion to help lift it into relevance. That man’s name was Johnny ‘Big Game’ Hunter.
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Johnny Hunter ended the era of WEAK ASS champions and gave prestige to the OCW Championship. His name and his legacy attracted big names from around the industry to step into OCW and take aim at the in-ring icon. The leader among those new names? Scott fucking Syren. Syren would end up defeating Johnny Hunter for the OCW Title at which point, OCW launched.

But, it never would have been possible without the name of Johnny ‘Big Game’ Hunter.

So, in honor of Mr. Hunter, OCW will be heading to Africa for it’s next PPV event. More specifically? We’ll be hanging out in Djibouti!! So, buckle up, fans! Because on Sunday, May 29th, OCW will bring you “Big Game Hunting” straight outta Djibouti!!!

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~We cut back to Jones and Hood~

Jones: In an era where loyalty is fleeting, OCW once again honors one of its most influential members. I can’t wait for Big Game Hunting!

Hood: Hey, as long as we get off this rock, they can have a PPV in doctor’s office called “RE-CIRCUMCISION” for all I fuckin care.

Jones: Yeesh. Well, fans...we’ve reached the back end of our program. Two matches remain and they loom large.

Hood: Fuck yea fuck yea, let’s get to it!

Jones: Up next, the leader of the PROUD AND STRONG movement, Veronica Strader is booked to defend her TransAtlantic Championship against her cousin, Supreme Machine.

Hood: Booked, key word.

Jones: Veronica and Victoria stepped into the Portal Potty a week ago. And, as we’ve seen, once you step into that thing, there’s no guarantee you’ll be stepping out.

Hood: Kinda like entering a truck stop bathroom.

Jones: Should she return, she’ll be placing her undefeated streak on the line against her biggest, most monstrous foe yet...her cousin.

Hood: Everything surrounding this woman is FAMILY. I’m beginning to think the patriarch of this clan worked a sperm bank and just jizzed everywhere all day long.

Jones: I can’t confirm nor deny that accusation. Veronica Strader narrowly defeated The Lost Stranger last month to keep her streak alive. On that same night, another streak came to an end as her cousin, Supreme Machine suffered his first loss in his OCW career by losing his claim to the Savage Title to BRIM.

Hood: I wasn’t expecting that to happen, not gonna lie.

Jones: SuMa’s been pretty quiet since, but he’s on this island and he’s ready to fight. More than we can say for Vee, at the moment.

Hood: I swear if she doesn’t show up and we all die because of it...I’m gonna so haunt the fuck out of her.

Jones: It’s the undefeated Proud and Strong Strader. It’s the monstrous beast and former Savage Champion, SuMa. It’s cousin versus cousin. It’s for the TransAtlantic Title. And, it’s up NEXT...we hope.

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~And now we cut to THE JUNGLE. First a SWAMP and now A JUNGLE. A giant projection appears on FRANK’s good side. Why is it Frank’s good side? Because it’s the side showing OCW, ya dummies. Frank’s seemed pretty pleasant thus far...a few rumbles, but no spewed lava. The Jungle Fever match for the TransAtlantic Championship is set to begin. Everyone is anxiously awaiting the arrival of Veronica Strader. People are nervous, especially Marcus Welsh.~

Jones: Veronica still isn’t here, and you can cut through the tension like a hot knife through butter.

Hood: I swear, if I die because she doesn’t make it in time, I am haunting that entire family.

~We pan over to Marcus who is staring at the ground from his cell. He dreads what might happen if Vee doesn’t appear. We cut to the PORTAL POTTY in the jungle.~

Marcus Welsh: Come on, Veronica. Don’t let me down, don’t let us down. Please…

~The PORTAL POTTY begins to vibrate and move~

Jones: Oh, I think she’s coming!

Hood: I think that’s too much information, Smith.

Jones: … How Smith never shot you is beyond me.

~Suddenly “Resist and Disorder” by REZODRONE begins to play out from inside the PORTAL POTTY. The door flies open and out walks Veronica Strader dressed exactly as we last saw her, the blood of the Grenade-nosed clown fighter Ozob still on her face. She takes her TransAtlantic Championship and holds it up high with her right hand. The cheers of the islanders within the arena bring relief to Welsh and crew for the fact that she kept her word and has shown up in time for her match.~

Jones: She literally walked into this right after her promotional video thanks to the PORTAL POTTY.

Hood: Classic OCW, baby!

Belvedere: and entering the jungle… weighing in at one hundred and forty-five pounds and hailing from Key West, Florida by way of London, Ontario Canada… or, well, I guess THE PORTAL POTTY

~Veronica takes off Victoria’s synth leather jacket, handing it to the nearest native for safe keeping. He’ll take care of it. They’re natives, not savages~

Belvedere: She is Strong and Proud and is the reigning OCW TRANSATLANTIC CHAMPION OF THE WORLD… VERONNNNNNNICA STRADERRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!

~The OCW crew cheers loudly as do the Islanders just due to the excitement of the evening as she steps right into the clearing, ready for a fight. There is no SuMa in sight. The natives inside the arena begin grumble. Also, a slight spew of steam shoots out of FRANK...it’s clear he wants MOAR action. Veronica looks around. Strader extends her arms like...hello? Cuz? You out there?~

Jones: Strader is ready for combat but...I don’t see Supreme Machine.

Hood: He tucked tail a ran. Guy lost one match and he said FUCK IT

Jones: That doesn’t seem like him, Hood. Not in his nature.

~Veronica approaches the center of a clearing, the clearing where she’d been set free. She drops to one knee, eyeing a very nice looking DUCK. She reaches out to pet the duck...while doing so, she looks up at one of the natives that released her. Veronica’s eyes narrow...her head titles. Her eyes shoot wide open as the veins in her neck begin to bulge. Suddenly, from the darkness, SuMa appears, standing behind the native. The native spins around, SuMa yanks the spear from his hands and snaps it over his knee~

Jones: It’s Supreme Machine!

Hood: HOLY SHIT

~SuMa smacks the native in the face with one half of the broken spear. He tosses that half away, grabs the native by the neck and fuckin YEETS him into the jungle. A loud and shrilled “WILHELM SCREAM” projects as his body flies into and disappears within the jungle. SuMa, holding the pointy end of the spear he snapped, turns his focus toward Vee~

Jones: SuMa just made short work of that native and now...now he’s got his sights set on the TransAtlantic Champion.

Hood: His cousin, too!

Jones: Yes, he’s definitely NOT her uncle. Just want to make that very clear.

Hood: CLASSIC OCW, BABY

~Vee picks up THE DUCK and THROWS it at SuMa...but the DUCK is too majestic to be harmed. It flies away into the sky. Vee rushes forward with SuMa slightly distracted. She throws a knee at SuMa but he reaches out, clutching her neck!! Vee looks up into her cousin’s eyes with a hint of desperation. SuMa feels nothing...he hoists her up for a chokelsam...but, on the way up, Vee pokes a thumb into SuMa’s eye!! He loses his grip. She drops down behind him. She immediately removes the TA Title from her waist and runs forward, jumping up and smacking SuMa in the back of the head with it. He staggers around, shaking his head, continuing to hold on to the pointed half spear~

Jones: Vee doing what’s in her nature, surviving.

Hood: Yea, when you’re facing a monster twice your fuckin size in a fuckin jungle, you do what you must.

Jones: That’s why she’s unbeaten.

~Vee continues to smash the plate of the belt into his head but he won’t go down. Finally, he spins around and extends his arm, catching the belt as it comes flying toward him. He rips it out of Vee’s hand and tosses it to the ground. Vee looks up with that ‘OH SHIT’ look in her eyes. SuMa spins the pointed spear end in his hand, directing the lethal end at his cousin. He jams it up against her throat, shoving her back against a tree. She’s trapped~

Jones: You don’t think?

Hood: I mean, anything is possible. Besides, he may think she’ll just spawn another version of her fuckin self. Not like there aren’t 50 V. Straders running around.

Jones: A bit of an exaggeration.

~Strader sees something in SuMa’s eyes. She slowly reaches up, grabbing the shaft to the spear with both hands. She pulls back on it and, surprisingly, SuMa offers little resistance as she pulls the spear from her throat. A moment of compassion from her cousin, perhaps. Unwilling to literally murder her. She gets it far enough from her throat to move...so, she kicks SuMa right in the nuts!!! SuMa stumbles back, dropping the spear. Vee throws a kick into his face, sending him stumbling back, upright. Vee picks up the broken spear and she runs forward, leaping into the air and taking him down with a clothesline using the spear!!! SuMa lands HARD on the ground~

Jones: He couldn’t go through with it. And, I can’t blame him.

Hood: Good to know you’re not PRO MURDER

~Vee dives on top of her cousin (yes, I know, ‘phrasing!’) and slams forearm and elbow shots into his masked face. The importance of keeping this monster down cannot be overstated. After several flush shots to the head, Vee stands and towers over her menacing cousin. He’s on his back, motionless. She surveys the scene and spots the sun bouncing off the plate of her TA title. She heads over to pick it up. She brushes the plate off a bit and then turns around...she stumbles backward in shock. SuMa is back on his feet, his chest heaving up and down, holding the spear~

Jones: Oh geez.

Hood: How do you keep a monster down?

Jones: That’s an excellent question. BRIM did it.

Hood: Yea, but BRIM’s also a monster.

Jones: True.

~SuMa spins the spear and walks toward Vee. She slides her arm inside the straps of the belt and holds it up as a shield. SuMa takes a stab, but Vee blocks it! SuMa tries again and again she blocks it. SuMa slings the spear at her...she blocks it and retaliates by smack SuMa in the face with her belt! He stumbles back. Vee spins around for a ROARING SHIELD SHOT...but SuMa throws is foot up and kicks the belt away!! Vee staggers to her knees...she struggles trying to get up...the spear impales the Earth near her head. She pops to her feet and looks at SuMa, “SERIOUSLY?” she screams. SuMa pursues her. She undoes the strap of the belt and slings it at her cousin, trying to smack him in the face, but he extends his arm, catches the strap with it and wraps it around his arm before yanking the title from her grip~

Jones: Okay, I think any trepidation SuMa might have been experiencing regarding using his spear on his beloved cousin flew right out the window the minute she kicked him in the nether region.

Hood: A lot changes when you kick a man in the balls.

~Vee looks around for another weapon, but this area of the jungle is surprisingly sparse. The spear is unattainable, unless she wants to bully her way through SuMa. Yea, that’s not gonna happen. So, she drops to a knee and sticks her hand in the ground. She rises up and slings some dirt at the eyes of her cousin. He dodges it. She runs forward with a lunging lariat...but SuMa slings the belt around, trapping her and bringing her in close. He grips the belt with both hands, securing her in tight...he then leans back and tosses her over with a Belly to Belly Suplex!!! She flips over and hits with a THUD onto the Earth. She gasps for air, arching her back~

Jones: Ugh, I could feel that from here.

Hood: People think a ring mat hurts. Shit at least gives. There’s no give out there.

Jones: Nope.

~SuMa rises back to his feet. Vee rolls onto her stomach and she crawls for the spear, sticking out of the ground. SuMa stomps on her hand before it can reach the weapon. She looks up at him. He stares down at her, holding her belt. He then reaches back and brings it forward, WHIPPING her across the back with it!! Vee lets out a blood curdling scream, flipping onto her back, kicking her legs. SuMa calmly says, “Submit.” But, she won’t. So, he whips her again. Once more, Vee yells out, filling the entire island with terror~

Jones: Tough to watch.

Hood: I’ve seen snuff films that were less unsettling.

Jones: You really want to admit that on air?

Hood: Are we even on air?

~SuMa slaps the belt against Vee once again. Again she cries out in terrible pain. SuMa requests, once more, “Submit.” Vee shakes her head ‘no’. She crawls toward her cousin, reaching for his boots. She grabs at the fabric covering his knees. She pulls herself up to her knees, staring up at him. There is no remorse, not this time, in his eyes. Once more, he asks that she submit. She nods, takes a deep breath and then reaches out with her hand, digging into the wound he suffered while killing that boar earlier in the week!!! SuMa lets out a pain riddled growl, dropping to one knee and releasing the belt~

Jones: She knows about the wound! She’s exploiting it!

Hood: Fuckin smart. That’s why this woman has not been defeated.

~Vee’s nails dig in, she twists and rips at the fresh, barely healed flesh, tearing it back open, causing blood to leak out. SuMa falls over, on his uninjured side. Vee knees over him, she removes her hand, it’s covered in blood. She then delivers downward elbow strikes over and over and over and over into his wound. She screams out, ‘YOU SUBMIT! YOU!’~

Jones: Well, this certainly changed in a hurry.

Hood: How the turntables have, ya know.

Jones: Stop referencing memes on this broadcast, please.

Hood: Only if you’ll stop acting like a fuckin boomer.

~Strader stops with the elbows. She turns, seeing the spear. She crawls for it, in a manic crawl sprint. She rips it from the Earth and heads back for SuMa. She kneels over him and she begins to poke and ig the blade into his wound. Again, SuMa lets out a primal roar you’d hear leave the lungs of an injured beast. “SUBMIT!!!” Vee shrills at the top of her lungs. But, SuMa will not. It must be in their blood. Vee pulls the spear from his wound...she raises it high, preparing to impale him with it. She plunges downward...SuMa rolls over and reaches up, catching the spear just before it can enter his body. Vee tries to fight through his grasp, but he’s too strong. He shoves her away and sits up. Vee spins around on her knees, bringing the spear around for another strike but SuMa grabs her arm and yanks down on it, traumatizing the shoulder joint. She drops the spear. SuMa grabs a handful of Strader hair and stands up, dragging her away from the belt and the spear~

Jones: SuMa’s wounded but not incapacitated. A true monster. A true machine.

Hood: These two are going to kill each other, man. Eventually the only member of this family left standing will be Knox and, fuck, he sucks.

Jones: He’s better than you’re giving him credit for.

Hood: No he’s not!

~SuMa slings Strader into a tree on the edge of the clearing. She runs shoulder first into it, reaching for her shoulder, wincing in pain. SuMa charges forward and he kicks out his leg, smashing her arm and shoulder into the base of the tree!! Vee yells out, falling to the side, clutching her arm and rolling around, writhing in pain. SuMa walks by, stomping into her stomach before stepping over her and entering the jungle. Vee is on the ground, holding her shoulder with one hand, gripping the Earth with the other. She expects SuMa to return. WE expect SuMa to return. But, he doesn’t...Vee slowly sits up, looks around, holding her arm. Where did he go?~

Jones: SuMa entered the jungle and has yet to return, allowing Vee time to recover.

Hood: Interesting. Think he had to take a leak?

Jones: Umm, maybe?

~Vee pulls herself up and enters into the jungle. We follow right behind. The jungle is a dark and noisy place. A branch moves to her right, she spins around. Something snaps to her left, she spins that way. Her breathing picks up. She can feel SuMa everywhere and nowhere all at once. Something comes rushing at her...Vee turns around and ducks as a bat flies right over her head. She looks up and sighs, watching it fly out of the jungle. Suddenly, her blood runs cold as she feels the hot, stank breath of SuMa bearing down on her from behind. She spins around, trying to attack him, but he grips her throat with both hands! He lifts her up and charges at a tree with a giant branch, broken away...all that remains is a jagged protrusion. He tries to impale her on that...but she thumbs him in the eye, causing him to drop her. She runs off, through the woods to get away. She finally stops, leaning against a tree...she looks around and suddenly realizes she doesn’t know where she’s at. She’s lost~

Jones: Veronica is lost...lost in the jungle.

Hood: She gonna get that jungle fever?

Jones: If you mean literal fever from being lost in the jungle then, maybe.

Hood: Why? What else could that have meant?

Jones: No comment.

~Two massive arms reach around the tree Vee is leaned up against. She feels them closing in and she takes off. SuMa wraps them around the tree...he quickly realizes she’s gone and he snarls, disappearing back into the jungle. Vee ducks under a branch and comes to rest in a bush...she’s hidden. She looks around, trying to get an eye on SuMa so she can get the advantage. She tries to calm her breathing, so he can’t hear her. He’s been one step ahead since they entered into the jungle. Something moves, she slowly looks that way and catches sight of her menacing cousin slowly gliding through the jungle without making a sound. He seems to be heading her way only unaware that she’s in his path. She sits back and waits and waits as he slowly nears her~

Jones: Unbelievable a man that size could move about the jungle...a place with sticks and animals and everything else...without making a sound.

Hood: That’s why he’s the Supreme Machine. It isn’t JUST a name.

Jones: Apparently not.

~SuMa approaches. He reaches the bush that Vee is hiding behind. He stands there, a total mute...no sound. Vee looks up, anxious to see if he senses her. He does. He starts to walk off...but Vee lunges out from the bush and she grabs at his wound, tearing at it with her hands!! SuMa releases a painful roar as he stumbles forward, dropping to one knee. Vee, like a feral jungle cat, continues to rip at the wound, knowing it’s her one hope toward TransAtlantic Salvation. SuMa stumbles to the side, into a tree. He’s wounded. He’s down. Vee stands over him, blood all over her hands…she stares down at him as he looks up at her, for the first time in his career, looking vulnerable~

Jones: SuMa’s wounded. Perhaps too wounded to appropriately compete against a competitor with Vee’s talent.

Hood: Put him out of his misery, Vee! He’s a relic.

Jones: That’s a little strange, coming from you. Don’t you hate the Straders?

Hood: Yes, very much so. But now that I realize SuMa is too wounded to beat that fuckin Strader, then she might as well kill him off.

~SuMa slowly removes his hand from his wound, showing that it’s very open and very fresh and very much leaking. Vee shows some sympathy for her cousin. She looks down at her hands...so much pain, so much destruction. Scott, Cara...now SuMa. She sighs...and then gasps! SuMa rises from his resting spot and wraps his hands around her throat...he lifts Veronica up and he throws her through the air, several feet back. She lands HARD...the back of her head smacking against a root! She groans, trying to sit up, but unable...her trembling arm reaches back, feeling...it feels warm and wet. She sees fresh blood on her hand...her blood~

Jones: Oh my gosh! She might be concussed.

Hood: Might be? She might be fuckin brain damaged.

Jones: There really is no time to show any hint of remorse in this family. These people are awful.

Hood: Hey, it makes them badass pro wrestlers.

~SuMa pulls Vee off the ground. The hair on the back of her head is already soaked in blood. SuMa delivers a thrust shot to Vee’s gut. She doubles over. He hooks her head under his arm and he hoists her up high into the air for a Vertical Suplex. He stalls. He then begins to walk through the jungle with Vee vertical. It’s an odd visual. SuMa carrying his cousin upside down, high in the air, walking around trees, stepping on branches. Finally, he spots a desirable terrain. A small ledge with about a five foot drop. He turns around, placing his back to it. He then bends backward and lets Vee go!! She tumbles all the way down and SLAMS into the ground!! Her body crashing harshly against the unforgiving Earth. She tumbles and twists and bounces until her body crashes against another tree. She moans, in pain. She lays there, against the tree, almost face down on the ground as SuMa hops down off the natural ledge and makes his way toward her. He drags her away from the tree by the arm and flips her onto her back. He places a foot on her chest. And...wait, is there a ref? YES! Puff appears! How? CLASSIC OCW, BABY! Puff drops down and makes the count~

1!

2!

3...NO!

Shoulder Up!!!

Jones: I don’t know how...but Veronica found the strength to survive.

Hood: What’s even more amazing than that is Puff appearing out of nowhere! Thin fucking air, man.

Jones: Say what you want about Puff, but he’s always there when you need him.

~SuMa looks down at Puff. We’re not sure of the look, but it’s enough to send Puff backing away. Is he upset over the slow count? Why? Mad he might have to literally END his cousin? He goes back after her, yanking her off the ground and hoisting her up onto his shoulders in the Electric Chair position~

Jones: Apex Ultima! Supreme Machine isn’t messing around anymore...he’s going to end it and he’s going to end it now.

Hood: Put that bitch out of her misery.

Jones: Oh, so you don’t want her to kill him now?

Hood: Bro, he’s about to fucking win. He’s off my slaughter list.

~SuMa tries to find a rough landing spot for Apex Ultima. He walks past a tree...Vee looks up and sees a branch. She reaches up and snares the branch, lifting herself off of her cousin’s massive shoulders. He pulls up and gets on top of the branch. SuMa turns around and reaches up, but he can’t snag the branch. Vee lays on top of it, looking down at him. She reaches back, feeling her head, wincing at the touch~

Jones: Smart thinking by Vee. Man, these Straders.

Hood: Could we go ONE match featuring a Strader without the outsmarting people?

Jones: You mad because women have brains?

Hood: I mean, not mad. Just surprised.

Jones: HOOD!

~SuMa can’t really do much. Vee remains out of reach. SuMa turns to find something. Vee hears a low growl, she turns and sees a panther sharing the same tree. Her eyes widen, he heart stops. She stands up on the branch. SuMa, meanwhile, finds a jagged, heavy branch he could maybe use to poke Vee or push her down. He turns...Vee suddenly launches herself off the branch down onto SuMa with a Veronicasault (Litasault)!!!!! She connects, taking him down!! The panther in the tree roars, taking a swipe just as Vee jumps. It then recoils, going back to its relaxed position. Vee lands on top of SuMa and Puff hustles in for the count~

1!

2!

KICK OUT!!

Jones: Holy smokes! So close1

Hood: Man she just took a leap of faith...could have landed anywhere.

Jones: Instinct, Hood. These Straders just know…

Hood: SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT THE STRADERS

~Vee stands upright after SuMa kicks out. She stumbles back, clearly off due to the blow to the head. SuMa rises and turns, facing her. He begins his pursuit. She continues stumbling backward, trying to keep some distance from her enraged cousin. Vee steps on a root, she nearly falls. SuMa closes in. A hole grabs Vee’s foot, again she nearly falls….this time, SuMa is right on her, reaching out and grabbing her by the back of the head. She yells out in pain, throwing her hand out and grabbing his wound!!! SuMa lets her go. She turns and runs...as fast as she can. No idea if SuMa is right behind her or not, she’s just trying to get away. Something jumps up and grabs her foot, she tumbles ahead, hitting the ground hard. She rolls over and looks up...she’s back in the clearing, their starting point~

Jones: Wander around long enough and you’ll make a complete circle.

Hood: I guess it’s human nature to spend a bunch of time getting nowhere.

Jones: Evidently

~Vee has zero time to relish in the fact that she’s back to a ‘safe’ place. I mean, I’m not sure how safe it is...but she’s out of the fuckin jungle. SuMa steps into the cleared area. He pauses, staring down at his wounded, anxious cousin. She flips over and crawls for her TransAtlantic Championship. She reaches it...but, SuMa reaches her, grabbing at her hair. She gets to her feet and she spins around, hitting him in the side of the head with the belt!! He stumbles. She rears back with the belt, runs forward and leaps into the air, SMACKING the plate of the belt into his head. He falls to the ground. Vee takes a few more steps back...she gathers as much energy as she can muster and she charges forward, jumping up, placing the title under her feet, the plate pointed down...and she comes down, stomping the belt into SuMa’s head!!! SuMa’s body convulses a bit before going still. She tosses the belt aside and crawls forward, diving on top of her cousin and making the cover. Puff makes the count~

1!

2!

3!!!

NO!!!

Jones: She had it!

Hood: Until she didn’t.

Jones: She’s running out of options, Hood. Sure, that clearing might keep SuMa from being able to move around sight unseen. But, she’s also very vulnerable. No weapons...nothing..just her and her giant, angry cousin.

Hood: hehehehehe

~Vee reaches for the belt, frantically, but her cousin snares it first, ripping it from her. He tosses it far enough where she has no hope of grabbing it. She looks up as he rises in front of her. She reaches for his wound but he catches her hand and he brings a fist down right into her face, knocking her to the ground. Her body just collapses into the grass. SuMa stands over her for a second before bending over and pulling her off the Earth~

Jones: He can pretty much do whatever he wants at this stage.

Hood: C’mon, SuMa! Don’t play with your food...FEAST

~Vee is on her feet, dazed. SuMa snares her by the throat...he hoists her up for a Chokeslam...but Vee breaks free and hops onto his shoulders, facing the opposite direction. She then spins around, for some reason...not thinking clearly. After she does, SuMa grabs onto her legs...she suddenly realizes her fatal error~

Jones: She just put herself in position for Apex Ultima!

Hood: Haha! Yes!

~SuMa starts to bring her down...as he does, she reaches out and rips at his wound, grabbing at the torn flesh!!! SuMa drops her. She lands innocently enough on the ground. He holds his wound, feeling the blood leaking out. Vee pops to her feet...she runs forward and she delivers A Like Supreme (Superkick) to his wound!!! She then delivers A Like Supreme right into his face!!! He staggers back, on his heels!! Vee deliers a third A Like Supreme right into his gut!!! He doubles over...she jumps forward, grabs his arms, pulls them back, leaps up and drops him into the ground with The Wild One (Pedigree)!!!! She flips him over and makes the cover!! Puff appears for the count~

1!

2!

3!!!!

~Belvedere is hear yelling ‘DING! DING!’ as the islanders inside the arena go wild~

Belvedere: Here is your winner...AND STILL OCW TRANSATLANTIC CHAMPION...VERONICA STRADER!!!!!

Jones: She did it! She remains undefeated! She vanquished her cousin.

Hood: Fuckin hell.

Jones: With everything stacked against her...she still prevailed. The question now has to be asked….can ANYBODY defeat Veronica Strader.

Hood: The hell if I know. This win streak is fuckin ridiculous.

Jones: Proud and Strong, Hood. PROUD AND STRONG

~Vee locates her belt and secures it. She hurries for the cage, pleading with the natives to lock her in and return her to safety. They do, surprised she wants to be re-imprisoned that badly. But, she knows prison is safer than being out in the wild with SuMa. As she’s taken away, she looks back toward her cousin...but he’s gone~

Jones: SuMa has vanished.

Hood: A little respect on that dude’s name, by the way? He’s taken two straight losses but he’s still as good as they come.

Jones: Oh, no doubt. Some might think SuMa’s time in OCW is nearing an end due to his consecutive losses. But, if you ask me, he’s as dangerous as ever and more than capable of reaching that main event sooner rather than later.

Hood: Yep, he’ll be fucking people up again in no time.


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~Veronica, in pretty rough shape after her match with Supreme Machine, with the aid of a giant stick from the jungle being used as a cane to help her walk, heads towards Outcast’s cage, where he is preparing for the main event against a rival he’s wanted to face for twenty years, with her TransAtlantic Championship around her waist. The islanders let her through, impressed she was able to topple the beast. Outcast looks up as she waits for the cage door to be opened. She steps in, the door shutting behind her~

Outcast: What are you doing here, darlin’? You should be resting after what you just went through.

Veronica: Had to see my King before he goes out there and shows the world why he is the best in the game today.

~He gets up, embracing her in a firm yet gentle hug. She grimaces slightly, but smiles when he pulls back to see if she’s ok.~

Outcast: I am proud of you, Ronnie. You stepped up against one of the bigger competitors that have been in OCW and came out victorious. You have made that *he taps the championship around her waist* title the second most important championship in the company. That’s not an easy task.

Veronica: Just solidifying the fact we are the real King and Queen of OCW. You got this. You beat Plethora, Bifford, whatever he wants to call himself in the pyramid, you can do it again. Just like Vargas, you can close another chapter of your past.

Outcast: When this is said and done let’s go somewhere that isn’t anywhere near “australia” and heal up so we can prepare for the next big event.

~She leans her head onto his shoulder.~

Veronica: That sounds perfect to me.

~An Islander taps on the door, motioning it’s just about time for the main event. She lifts her head and plants a kiss on him.~

Veronica: Go spear that fat fuck and take me home, ok?

Outcast: You know it, darlin’. Go to your mother and aunt. Get some rest.

Veronica: Plenty of time for that on the way home. I’ll be watching and cheering.

~Outcast nods, grabbing his OCW Title and beginning to mentally prepare for the leviathan that awaits.~

Jones: Outcast getting some words of encouragement before he steps out here to try and do something very few have even had the chance to do...defeat Plethora TWICE.

Hood: Yea, usually it’s Plethora beating people numerous times.

Jones: Plethora returned to OCW inside THE GREAT ILLUMINATUS and he fought his way through the entire roster just to reach the King of OCW, Outcast. Plethora was unable to knock the king from his throne as Outcast proved to all the doubters that he is the best wrestler on the planet.

Hood: Yep, but Plethora was rewarded with a #1 Contender’s tag as a reward for his effort.

Jones: A prize he put on the line against a select few names last month...but, nobody answered the call, proving that Plethora is one of the most feared men in the sport today and, rightfully so.

Hood: Meanwhile, Outcast was busy defeating another legend in Chad Vargas.

Jones: During his reign as OCW Champion Outcast has defeated Mike Zybala, Mario Maurako, Plethora, and Chad Vargas. Four legends and three Hall of Famers. Tonight, he’ll be asked to take down Plethora once more.

Hood: For a title Plethora hasn’t held since, like 2002.

Jones: The OCW Title is Plethora’s first love, straight out of his mouth, not mine. A love he hasn’t held in twenty freakin years. He’s been close...but he hasn't’ been able to get back to the top of the OCW mountain. Can he do it tonight? If so, he’ll have to defeat the man many are calling the greatest OCW Champion in history.

Hood: This one of those matches you look back on and say “Holy shit, that must have been awesome to witness.”

Jones: Let’s just hope it’s enough to appease these islanders. It’s the King of OCW, the Best Professional Wrestler on the Planet. It’s the most villainous, murderous wrestler in history. It’s for the OCW Championship. Can the monster slay the king? We’re about to find out! Our Main Event is NEXT!

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~Thus far, OCW has been able to entertain the crowd and appease FRANK. They’ve put on one hell of a show. ONE HELL OF A SHOW. But, it all boils down to this. The Main Event. Can the top two wrestlers on the roster finish things off, saving the roster from a bloody death? We’re about to find out. Belvedere stands in the center of the ring, beginning to look like a guy on the back end of a Friday shift. The glorious end is near~

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is now time for our Main Event of the Evening! This match is a STANDARD rules match and it is scheduled for one fall! The winner of this match will leave here as the OCW Champion!! Introducing first…

~Backstage, the natives stand around Plethora’s cage. The masked murderer eyes them, his dull, soulless piercing gray eyes glaring from the darkness created by his hood. Even the natives seem wary about letting this thing out. One of them reaches for the door to unlock it, but Plethora barrels forward, crashing through the cage using his strength and weight. He turns and heads toward the arena. All the wrestlers he walks by look at him like, “He could have escaped at any time?” Plethora enters the arena~

Belvedere: The Challenger, from Parts Unknown. He’s pretty tall and he’s really, really big...he is...Plethora the Perilous!!!

~Plethora completely no-sells the unique setting, heading for the ring with a new SCYTHE in his hand. We forgot to mention the SCYTHE earlier, but, rest assured, it’s there. He walks up the steps and works his giant body through the ropes and into the ring. He finds a corner and stands there, holding his SCYTHE. Belvedere kinda looks at him and takes three steps away, creating a bit more distance~

Belvedere: And, his opponent…

~And, finally...it’s been awhile. But, the champion is back in action. We cut to his cage. The best wrestler in the world waits. He leans up against a wall, casually waiting for the door to open. The natives unlock the door and Outcast steps forward, exiting his cage. He heads for the arena. The natives look at him and have this expression like, ‘THAT’S THE GUY? THAT’S THE GUY WRESTLING THE PLETHORA?’ Outcast has the OCW Title around his waist as he enters the Arena~

Belvedere: From Chicago, Illinois...standing 6’1 and weighing in at 228lbs...he is the 2021 Wrestler of the Year...he is the Best Wrestler in the World...he is the OCW Champion...he is...Outcast!!!

~Outcast steps out into the arena and he hears...LAUGHTER. The natives, like the ones below, cannot fathom this old, much smaller man competing against the goliath sized Plethora. Outcast pauses at ringside, taking in the derision being thrown his way from all these fans. “Fuckin idiots,” he mouths, hopping onto the apron and entering. Belvedere extends his hands...Outcast removes the belt and gives it to him. Belvedere moves to exit...Outcast stops him. “What about that fuckin scythe?” Belvedere just ignores Outcast and exits...as he does, he yells out, ‘DING! DING!’~

Jones: Outcast taking umbrage over the fact he had to relinquish his belt but Plethora could keep his scythe.

Hood: Again, who is going to take that away from him? Aside from El Knuckle.

Jones: True but this is a standard rules match, Hood. That’s an illegal object.

Hood: Classic OCW, baby!

~Outcast looks at Scruff and points at the scythe. Scruff whistles and looks up into the sky. Outcast snarls, “Fuckin hell”. He spits at the mat. Plethora raises his SCYTHE high in the air. Outcast balls up his fists and gets ready for anything. Plethora then...tosses the SCYTHE out of the ring. The natives sigh with disappointment. Outcast lowers his defense, surprised~

Jones: Wow, that’s interesting. Plethora doesn’t want to murder someone.

Hood: That’s when you know Plethora really respects you. When he only wants to maim you.

Jones: I guess.

~Plethora remains still, staring at Outcast. Outcast, seeing no scythe feels free to pursue. However, Plethora slowly opens his black suit and pulls out a tinier scythe secured to his belly by his rope belt. He slings it out of the ring~

Jones: Two scythes. I guess a backup is warranted.

Hood: Yea, murder isn’t exactly the kinda thing you wanna get half done.

Jones: I wouldn’t know.

~Outcast has his hands on his hips. Plethora steps out of the corner. Outcast is like, ‘Finally’ and he gets ready for war. But, Plethora stops. He bends over and reaches down to his boot, removing the smallest SCYTHE yet, out of his boot. He slings it as far as he can...someone cries out, as the SCYTHE slices their throat open. Outcast extends his arms, asking, ‘You done?’~

Jones: So many scythes.

Hood: Look, he got his last SCYTHE stolen. He wanted to be prepared.

Jones: Whatever.

~Plethora takes a step forward. Outcast again, is like, “fuckin finally” and he goes after his biggest challenger to date. However, Plethora stops and reaches into his other boot. Outcast is like ‘FUCK THIS’ and he charges forward, pummeling Plethora with right hands!! The natives cheer. Outcast smacks Plethora in the face with a stiff uppercut, sending the massive murderer reeling back into the corner. Outcast grabs his arm to whip him across the ring, but Plethora holds steady. Outcast cant’ get him to budge. Instead, Plethora spins around and flings Outcast into the corner...the strength sends Outcast flying over the corner, off the apron and to the arena floor. The natives all wince at the rough landing~

Jones: And there’s the strength of Plethora. Why he carries fiften SCYTHES with him, I’ll never know.

Hood: You just don’t get it, man.

Jones: Yes, I certainly don’t get the mind of a sadistic murderer. WOE IS ME

~Plethora doesn’t go outside after the champion. It’s too much work getting through those ropes. So, he stares down at him from inside the ring. Outcast pulls himself up and takes a seat on the steps, reaching for his aching back. He slides his hand into his pants pocket and pulls out a pack of smokes. He removes a stick and puts it into his mouth. Inside the pack is a lighter, he sparks a flame and lights a smoke up, inhaling and exhaling. Scruff, inside the ring, yells, “ONE!”~

Jones: Outcast taking a quick smoke break.

Hood: Classic OCW, baby.

~The OCW Champion stands and looks up at Plethora. He takes a huge drag from his cigarette, burning it down to the damn filter. He flicks what remains to the side and hops onto the apron. Plethora doesn’t pursue, just fine giving Outcast room to enter. Outcast steps back inside the ring and begins to walk around his giant challenger. He stops and reaches for Plethora...Plethora extends his arms to lock up, but Outcast takes a detour and he stomps on Plethora’s foot! Outcast boots the big man in the knee. He kicks him in the back of the knee. He stomps on the side of knee, sending Plethora to one knee. Outcast hits the ropes, he bounces off and he dives forward with a kick to the side of Plethora’s head, knocking him down to all fours. Outcast looks over like, “FUCK” when he sees Plethora isn’t all the way down, yet. So, he steps through the ropes, springboards off the top rope and comes crashing down on Plethora’s back with a double foot stomp!! Plethora is flattened out on the mat. Outcast tucks and rolls forward, reaching out for the ropes and using them to return to his feet~

Jones: Outcast with a flurry of kicks to chop the big man down!

Hood: I guess tobacco is to Outcast what spinach was to popeye.

Jones: WAS? Are you saying Popeye is dead?

Hood: His cartoon is, what, like a hundred years old? Fuckin dude can’t live forever.

~Outcast heads for the nearest corner. He climbs to the top. Plethora pushes up, back onto all fours. Outcast leaps off the top rope and comes crashing down on the back of Plethora’s head with a Guillotine Leg Drop!!! Again, Plethora is flattened out. Outcast returns to his feet...he stomps and stomps and stomps on Plethora, doing everything he can to ensure this dude won’t be getting up. He finally leans back against the ropes, eyeing his challenger~

Jones: If Plethora remains down then he has no size advantage on Outcast.

Hood: Yea, but Outcast has to flip the guy over to pin him. He has to FLIP nearly 500lbs of dead weight over. You know how fuckin hard that is?

Jones: If anybody can do it, it’s Outcast.

Hood: Here’s a napkin, you got some Outcast jizz residue on the side of your mouth.

Jones: I do not!

~Slowly, Plethora starts to push himself back up. He gets to all fours. Outcast leans hard against the ropes before shooting off and charging as fast as he can. He dives into Plethora’s side with a SPEAR!! The impact sends Plethora flopping over onto his back!!! Outcast, on his knees, crawls over and starts to punch Plethora in his cloaked head, preventing the challenger from being able to mount any sort of offense~

Jones: Told ya!

Hood: Fuck off. You’re almost as insufferable as Smith.

Jones: I’ll take that as a compliment. Smith is my hero.

Hood: And now I’ve heard it all!

~Outcast returns to his feet and he wastes no time in heading for the nearest corner. He scales it as quickly as a middle aged man who’s lucky to be alive can. He reaches the top and stares down at his challenger...he then turns around and leaps off with a MOONSAULT!! Tremendous balance and grace. He CRASHES down on Plethora! He hurries over for the pin...he tries to hook the leg, but that ain’t happening. So he just lays on top of the big man. Scruff slides in with the count~

1!

2!

KICK OUT!!

Jones: WHOA!

Hood: He got more air on that kickout than he did the moonsault.

Jones: A bit of an exaggeration.

~Outcast flies through the air after Plethora presses him while kicking out. Outcast hits the mat hard before rolling under the ropes and onto the apron. He pops back to his feet. Plethora rises, returning to his feet for the first time in awhile. Outcast jumps up, he springboards off the top rope and lunges at Plethora with a HURRICANRANA!!! But Plethora hangs on and spins around...Outcast, understanding he’s not gonna pull the move off, adjusts...he unhooks his legs, flips around, grabs onto Plethora’s head and slams him into the mat with a Tornado DDT!!!! Plethora remains face down on the mat. The natives, again, nod and seem impressed by Outcast’s ability~

Jones: These natives are starting to see what we all know...Outcast is the best wrestler in the world.

Hood: Big fucks small, Jones. It’s only a matter of time until we see a NEW OCW CHAMPION

Jones: Whoever wins, the road doesn’t get any easier as the unstoppable BRIM awaits.

~Plethora starts to push back to a crawling position. Outcast rolls back to the apron where he pulls himself up. He jumps up and springboards off the top rope, coming down with an elbow across the back of Plethora’s neck!!! Plethora bends forward, but he doesn’t go all the way down. Outcast hurries forward, hooking Plethora’s neck in a front face lock, doing what he can to keep the big man down while also, maybe, working his neck over a bit. Plethora, however, fights through it...his strength and size are too much. He stands up, forcing Outcast up...but, the cerebral champion throws a knee into Plethora’s side, doubling him over...with the neck still locked, Outcast spins Plethora around and takes him down with a Swinging Neck Breaker!!! Plethora hits hard~

Jones: Outcast remains in control but it does feel as though his grasp on this match is slipping.

Hood: Most fat fucks fatigue as the match goes on...but not Plethora.

Jones: He is truly one of a kind.

~Outcast rushes back to his feet. He hurries to the nearest corner and scales it far quicker than a man with the amount of miles on his body should. Standing at the top, looking down at Plethora, he gathers himself and leaps off with OD (Double Foot Stomp)!!! He soars through the air and comes down with deadly precision. But Plethora moves!!! Outcast’s feet stomp into the mat!!! He tumbles forward, coming to a safe stop in the corner. He pulls himself up and spins around. Plethora is on one knee, slowly carrying his immense mass to a standing position. Outcast charges in and leaps up for another Hurricanrana attempt...but, like the first one, Plethora is too big to take over...he spins around, he hoists Outcast high in the air and BOOOOOOM!!!! He DRILLS the champion into the mat with the largest, most vicious powerbomb in the history of bombs that are powerful!!! All the islanders quiver and wince. FRANK shoots some smoke out of its apex, almost as though he, too, is taken back by the viciousness of Plethora. The ground shakes, for a moment~

Jones: What force! Geezus...everybody laughs at Bifford..err...Plethora, but they forget just how dangerous he is.

Hood: You know who doesn’t forget? The thousands of people he turned into chicken sandwiches.

Jones: Their families, sure.

Hood: Oh no, their souls. I believe in ghosts now.

Jones: You do?

Hood: Yes, after Sadie’s debut. Totes believe in ghosts.

~Plethora stares down at the OCW champion. He’s resilient, but that powerbomb rattled his very core, shaking his spine. Plethora steps back and leans against the ropes, they nearly snap under his weight...he rushes forward (as fast as he’s able) and he jumps up, bringing all his weight down on Outcast with a HUGE splash!!! The entire ring shakes. Plethora remains on top of Outcast for a pin~

1!

2!

SHOULDER UP!!

Jones: Outcast survives!

Hood: Barely, shit. The champion is on the ropes.

Jones: Things have taken an immediate and dark turn.

~Plethora remains on top of Outcast, placing all his weight on the champion. Outcast tries to squirm free, but like the big bully that he is, Plethora remains on him...his belly eventually covering Outcast’s face. Outcast is being smothered...he tries rolling over. He gets to his front side where he, at least, can’t be pinned...but Plethora remains on top of him. We get a close up shot of Outcast’s face, his hair being tossed around by the rapid breathing created from his lungs gasping for life. His eyes not yet panicked, but definitely struggling for a way out from under the immense weight of Plethora~

Jones: A simple move but so effective. If Outcast is able to get out from under Plethora, it’s going to exert a ton of energy in doing so.

Hood: Yea, he’s already winded.

Jones: That’s why ‘legends never die’, Hood. They know exactly how to use their strengths in combat.

Hood: Yes, just how Syren used his huge muscles.

~Outcast tries. He squirms...he even pushes. But nothing. Plethora just lays there, in no hurry to give up his position of dominance. Finally, Outcast stops fighting. He closes his eyes and he rests. Is he out? Has Plethora smothered the life out of him. Plethora remains on top of Outcast for a few minutes before realizing the man has stopped moving. He then slowly starts to roll Outcast over, onto his back, while maintaining his leverage on top of the OCW Champion. Plethora has Outcast down and pinned. Scruff slides in~

1!

2!

3!!!

NO!!!

Jones: Outcast is biting Plethora!

Hood: He’s pulling a Mike Tyson!

Jones: His teeth have gripped some of Plethora’s skin through that hood!

~Plethora instantly sits up and shoves Outcast off of him!! Outcast rolls away, quickly, to the apron. He sits up on the apron, legs having over the edge. He gasps for air, his face red from a lack of oxygen. Plethora gets to his feet, holding the side of his head. Hard to tell how much damage, if any was done...but it was enough to knock the grip Plethora had on this match loose. Plethora sees Outcast’s back pointed toward the ring and he charges ahead. Outcast hears the lumbering monster running his way and he quickly hops off the apron, to the arena floor. Plethora reaches the ropes and stops, staring down at Outcast...Outcast looks back up at him, giving him a middle finger~

Jones: Defiant in the face of adversity. It’s what makes Outcast so tough to put down.

Hood: Fuckin dude played possum and it worked. But he’s still got to get back in that ring and deal with the most dangerous monster in OCW history.

Jones: It won’t be easy. But, Outcast has already defeated Plethora once. That should give him the confidence to do it again.

Hood: I mean, sure. But as it’s been said all week...Plethora had to fight the entire roster to get to Outcast back in February. He’s fresh and focused this go around.

~Outcast walks around the ring, turning a corner. He promptly hops onto the apron. Plethora heads his way. Plethora reaches to grab Outcast. Outcast grabs onto the top rope and he jumps off the apron holding onto the top rope and letting it go...it springs forward and SMACKS Plethora in the face!! Plethora stumbles back. Outcast slides into the ring and he dives into the back of Plethora’s legs, trying to chop the big man down. Outcast runs into the ropes, he bounces off and he throws a dropkick at Plethora’s head...but Plethora rises, blocks the drop kick and hooks both of Outcast’s legs...he spins Outcast around before falling back and catapulting Outcast into a corner!! Outcast’s head SLAMS into the top buckle...he stumbles backward. Plethora is on his feet, he grabs Outcast from behind, locks in a Full Nelson, lifts Outcast up and SLAMS him into the mat!!! The OCW Champion writhes about atop the mat, wincing in pain~

Jones: The momentum has seen a seismic shift in Plethora’s direction.

Hood: He’s moving around better than I can remember. The robe seems to make him more aerodynamic.

Jones: That’s impossible

Hood: Nothing’s impossible when you’re talking about Plethora. He sees vision of Buffy...and not the Sarah Michelle Gellar Buffy. The REAL Buffy.

Jones: You mean the girl from 8 Heads in a Duffle Bag?

Hood: Yes, THE Kristy Swanson.

~Outcast doesn’t stay down long. He doesn’t want Plethora to smother him again. He struggles to a seated position. Plethora kicks him in the back. The jolt from the kick sends Outcast to his feet, stumbling into the ropes. He turns around and throws a haymaker at Plethora, but Plethora ducks and he grabs Outcast, lifting him up and hitting an Atomic Drop!! Outcast stumbles into the corner, hits the buckles, turns around and staggers toward Plethora. Plethora scoops him and hoists him over his shoulder...he charges toward the center of the ring and SLAMS Outcast into the mat with a semi-running powerslam!!! Plethora smothers Outcast for the pin...Scruff slides in~

1!

2!

3...NO!

Kick Out!!

Jones: More surviving by Outcast. Survive so that he has a chance to thrive.

Hood: IF he has the chance. Plethora’s only fighting one man tonight, not, ya know, 20 like last time.

Jones: But that one man is the King of Pro Wrestling.

~Outcast fights like hell to get out from under Plethora before he can put his full weight down after the kickout. He succeeds, rolling to the apron, putting the ropes between himself and Plethora. It’s tough, knowing that the seconds after a kickout is, likely, the most dangerous time frame against Plethora the Perilous. Outcast pulls himself up on the apron, facing the ring. Plethora charges at him with his giant WATERMELON hands. Outcast leaps up and kicks Plethora in the face!! Plethora backs away. Outcast hops up and springboards off, diving over Plethora, trying a Sunset Flip...but Plethora holds on and he slings Outcast forward, creating a mini-quake of his own with an ALABAMA SLAM!!! HUGE impact! Once again, FRANK spews a dark cloud of smoke in the air as the ground tremors and the natives tremble. Plethora dives on top of Outcast for the pin. Scruff slides in~

1!

2!

3!!

NO!

SHOULDER UP

Jones: Outcast once again survives...but barely. He’s on the precipice of defeat. He’s about to lose his crown.

Hood: Can the monster slay the king?

Jones: We’re going to find out.

~Outcast, again, rolls as quickly as he can away from Plethora after kicking out, finding the apron. He lays there, his body filled with pain. Plethora slowly returns to his feet...he runs forward and slides at Outcast, a pretty decent baseball slide for a man of such GIRTH...Outcast moves! He drops onto the arena sand and he grabs one of Plethora’s legs and lifts it up, looking to slam the knee into the apron...but, Plethora pulls his leg free, rears back and KICKS Outcast right in the face!!! Outcast flies backward, tumbling in the sand. Plethora pulls his legs back into the ring and he rises, staring down at Outcast, who is face down in the sand~

Jones: My gosh, the force of that leg catching Outcast in the face.

Hood: Yea, probably like getting hit by a frying pan from a very angry woman.

Jones: HOOD

Hood: What? Don’t act like that doesn’t happen.

~Outcast slowly pushes himself up with the image of Plethora staring at him with his dead, cold eyes from inside the ring. Outcast reaches for his mouth...he feels blood. He swishes it around and spits into the sand. That familiar, metallic taste. A smile crosses his face. Slowly, he stands and turns, facing Plethora...his mouth is bloodied, but he’s smiling like a lunatic~

Jones: He’s smiling!

Hood: Dude is becoming a vampire. He loves the taste of blood.

~Outcast charges for the ring! The islanders are shocked. Plethora braces, ready for the king’s final rally. Outcast hits the ring and he goes after Plethora with lefts and rights, pummeling the big man back into the ropes!!! Plethora can’t stand his ground, he’s giving way...Outcast grabs Plethora’s arm and he whips him across the ring, Plethora hits the ropes, he bounces off and Outcast catches him with a Spinning Heel Kick!!! Plethora staggers around, dazed. Outcast is back on his feet...he runs into the ropes, he bounces off and he leaps into the air with a dropkick!!! Plethora staggers around even more, his base beginning to crumble~

Jones: Outcast is on fire!

Hood: Plethora is reeling!

Jones: The King is rallying to save his kingdom!

~Outcast returns to his feet and he runs up to Plethora, jumps up and smacks him in the head with a Shining Wizard!!! Plethora drops to one knee!! The islanders gasp. The might Plethora is going down!! Outcast stands over Plethora and immediately locks him in a muay thai clinch! He begins to lift knee after knee into Plethora’s face, trying to bust him up, trying to knock him out. Over and over...most are flush, delivering enough of a blow to knock any man out...only Plethora is no ordinary man, he’s a legend. So, somehow, he remains on one knee~

Jones: He’s battering Plethora with knees to the face! If we could see his face, I’m sure it’d be a bloody mess!

Hood: Outcast is whipping this man like he cooked his dad or something.

Jones: Probably not his dad, but the odds are Plethora cooked and sold a distant relative.

~Outcast grabs both of Plethora’s arms. He rears back and delivers a vicious knee right into Plethora’s face!!! The mighty Plethora falls to the mat!! The islanders lean forward in their seats, anxious to see if this is it...can David slay Goliath? Will Small finally fuck Big? Can the King retain his crown?? Outcast dives on top of Plethora...Scruff slides in with the count!! People all over the world count along~

1!

2!

3!!!!

NO!!!!!

Jones: Shoulder up! SHOULDER UP

Hood: Plethora lives!

Jones: The king’s rallying cry isn’t over, though. He’s got more to dish out.

Hood: Well, he’d better start serving.

~Outcast hurries back to his feet. He heads for the nearest corner and ascends to the top. Once again, he’s going to attempt to end Plethora with OD. But, Plethora sits up before Outcast can launch himself down onto the beast. Instead, Outcast leaps off with a senton...but Plethora catches him!!! Plethora’s got him into position for The Biff...err...THE PLETH END!!! Outcast, though, kicks his legs, smacking Plethora in the face!!! Plethora stumbles back, his face badly beaten by Outcast’s knees. Outcast drops to all fours and pops back up. Plethora stumbles his way...Outcast kicks him in the gut and he shoves Plethora over and starts to hook him for...hook him for...no way...Outcast is going for BURNOUT~

Jones: I can’t believe it. He’s going to try to lift Plethora up and hit Burnout!

Hood: To be fair, he doesn’t have to lift him very high for very long.

Jones: The weight compressing down onto Plethora’s head will surely be enough to end this. SURELY

~Outcast has him hooked. The islanders lean back, they can’t believe what this guy is gonna try. He starts to lift Plethora...he gets him up...up...almost all the way...almost there…and...Plethora BREAKS FREE! Plethora lands on his feet and he boots Outcast in the gut. Outcast doubles over. Plethora brings him in and he lifts him up for THE PLETH END!!!~

Jones: No! Outcast overestimated his strength and it looks like it might cost him his OCW Championship!

Hood: So long, it’s been fun. Thanks for all the fish.

~Plethora lifts Outcast up with all his might...but Outcast rotates forward and wraps his legs around Plethora’s head!! He pummels Plethora in the face, causing the big guy to stumble. Outcast drops down and he slings Plethora into the corner with a HURRICANRANA!!!~

Jones: Hurricanrana! Outcast finally hit it!

Hood: Geezus, this dude won’t quit!

~Plethora doesn’t go down, instead his head slams into the top buckle. He stumbles back toward Outcast. Outcast, on his feet, goes after him, but Plethora blocks a punch, leans in and headbutts the crap out of Outcast!!! Blood splatters into the air, Outcast’s face is covered by the unseen blood covering Plethora’s. Outcast falls to the mat. Plethora drops to one knee~

Jones: If anybody were curious whether or not those knees did any damage to Plethora, well, there’s your answer.

Hood: I’m surprised Outcast isn’t smiling, as much as he loves the taste of blood. He’s got it all over his face, now.

Jones: It’s the taste of his own blood. And I don’t think he likes it so much as it fires him up...a Pavlovian response, rallying his body to war.

~Outcast’s arm reach skyward. He pulls himself up. Plethora remains on one knee, a thick stream of blood leaking from his hood, to the mat. Outcast staggers to his feet. He kicks Plethora in the face, straightening him up, on his feet. Plethora throws a wild punch at Outcast, but the champ blocks it and he kicks Plethora in the gut!! Plethora doubles over. Outcast hooks him for a DDT! But, Plethora blocks it and hoists Outcast up for a Suplex~

Jones: Plethora’s got Outcast up!

Hood: Outcast needs to do more flying...stop trying to grab this mother fucker.

~Outcast brings three knees down into Plethora’s head, causing the big man to stumble. Outcast tries to get free from Plethora’s grip, still vertical. Plethora finally lets him go...but, he catches Outcast on the way down, jumps up and drops him with THE PLETH END!!!!! The volcano FRANK explodes with a huge plume of deep, gray smoke!! The entire earth shakes!!! Scruff slides in with the count~

1!

2!

…

…

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

Jones: He did it!

Hood: The king has been slayed!

~Belvedere yells out “DING DING!!!”~

Belvedere: The winner of this match...AND NEW OCW CHAMPION...PLETHORA!!!!!

Jones: This entire arena is shaking after that match!

Hood: Yea, I don’t think that’s from the cheering.

~There isn’t much time for celebration as Frank continues to spurt and spew. More and more smoke shoots out of him. The islanders look up at him, terrified. Belvedere grabs Outcast and pulls him out of the ring. Scruff dives out. They motion for Plethora to exit...but he refuses. He then calls out toward the back~

Jones: Hood, we gotta get out of here?

Hood: Where the FUCK are we gonna go, exactly?

Jones: Shit. You’re right.

~Everybody is panicking except for Plethora. He grabs his OCW Title and he throws it over his shoulder. He holds up FOUR fingers. Then, he extends his arms as we see Earl and Kenny dragging a familiar face to the ring~

Jones: It’s Smith!

Hood: I thought he skipped all this.

Jones: Plethora must have taken him prisoner!

~Smith is tossed into the ring in front of Plethora. He’s on his knees begging for mercy. But, Plethora will show him none. He reaches into his other boot and removes another...TINY SCYTHE~

Jones: Plethora is going to murder Smith!

Hood: …

Jones: Act horrified!

Hood: I’m a terrible actor!

~However, before Plethora can do anything, the islanders all turn, facing the arena. FRANK continues to explode and eject smoke. It’s getting darker and hotter. The ground is trembling. They lift their spears, pointing it at the arena and every OCW member left in there. All are nervous, except Plethora~

Jones: These natives are mad. They think we’ve upset FRANK

Hood: I guess they don’t understand how volcanoes work.

~Before all the murder and mayhem begins, the rest of the OCW employees, wrestlers, etc are brought out from the back, huddled in the arena, making them easy targets for all the spears that are about to get launched their way~

Jones: Well, Hood. It’s been nice. I’m just glad I got to go out calling wrestling matches again.

Hood: One last question before we all go to hell. Would you rather die by a lava blast or a spear through the anus?

Jones: You mind choking me to death, instead?

Hood: Oh, yea, I can do that for ya, pal.

~The leader, their Chief...the man in the PURGE mask stands. He has his arms up, ready to give the signal to rain death and destruction upon OCW, ending this controversial company once and for all. That is, until a rock shoots out of frank and CRUSHES the Chief~

Jones: Ah! The Chief is dead!

Hood: He got purged!

~Plethora looks at the destruction. The islanders begin to scatter, with their leader crushed. It’s total chaos. A huge BLAST sounds as the volcano is full on beginning to erupt. The OCW roster and employees all huddle, nowhere to go...trapped. Smith dives out of the ring, hiding underneath it~

Jones: Okay, you can choke me out now.

Hood: Love the dirty talk.

~Hood wraps his hands around Jones’ throat. Jones starts to choke...a large shadow covers them. The sound of jet engines roar overhead. Jones looks up and slaps Hood’s hands away~

Jones: LOOK!

Hood: What the...the natives have military aircraft?

Jones: No! I think we’re being rescued!

~Frank EXPLODES once again, the smoke is getting thicker. It won’t be long until lava EJACULATES all over everyone in a big, steamy mess. The giant military aircraft lands on the arena surface, with the OCW crew and wrestlers getting out of the way. A giant door opens, with military personnel rushing out with weapons to stave off the natives. OCW wrestlers and employees are quickly rushed on board~

Jones: We’re being saved! C’mon, lets go!

Hood: Can I still choke you once we’re on board?

Jones: NO

~Everybody is just about on board...yes, even Plethora. Jones and Hood look on from inside~

Jones: Is that everybody?

Hood: I think so!

Jones: Who do you think owns this?

Hood: No idea, but whoever they are, Welsh is gonna owe them BIG.

Jones: Hence why he waited so long to use the GOLDEN PHONE.

Hood: Yep. Man, I’m so happy I could sing! Take my heart, take my hand...jerk me off with your left hand!

Jones: You can’t rhyme hand with hand!

Hood: Just did!

Military Person: Gentlemen, take your seats, this is our last chance to take off.

~Jones rushes to find a seat. Hood sees Smith crawling out from underneath the ring. Smith yells out, “HOOD! WAIT!” He runs for the aircraft with the islanders all behind him. Hood drops down and extends his arm to try and pull Smith up. The aircraft starts to hover...Smith runs forward, leaping up to take Hood’s hand...but Hood pulls his arm back!!! Smith dives into the dirt, missing the ride. He looks up as Hood salutes him before the door shuts and the aircraft takes off. Smith and the islanders all look up...they get smaller and smaller in the distance and then, finally, FRANK BLOWS!!! Lava flies everywhere as the entire island shakes and falls under molten liquid~

~Hood takes a seat next to Welsh~

Welsh: You look happy for a guy who nearly died.

Hood: Man, what a rush. I’ve never felt so alive.

~Welsh can’t really share the sentiment...neither can any of the other members of the roster. They all just lean back, beyond exhausted~

Hood: So, who was on the other end of that phone? C’mon, you can tell me.

~Welsh refuses to answer. The lead military man walks by, tossing a baby Simba doll into Welsh’s lap. Welsh looks up and the guard flashes a smile as if to say, “You’re fucked.” Welsh bangs the back of his head into the metal interior of the plane, tossing the doll across the plane in frustration~

Welsh: FUCK

~“The Lion Sleeps Tonight” by The Tokens starts to play throughout the aircraft as OCW crew and wrestlers cover their ears and Welsh turns his head, tears in his eyes. He quietly mouths, "What have I done?" We cut to an exterior shot as the plane flies off, leaving behind a self destructing island. We instantly cut to a LIVE OCW News Feed and our beloved Cheasy M~

Cheasy M: Breaking news from the world of Pro Wrestling today as an entire promotion thought to be lost forever has reportedly been found. Online Championship Wrestling spent the last month LOST on a deserted island, causing many fans, friends, and family to worry that they were Amelia Earhart’d. But, it sounds like they are now returning, safe and sound. I’m told they will land in Djibouti.

~The camera cuts. The Cheasy adjusts.

Cheasy M: And, in totally unrelated news. A rarely visited, pretty much uninhabited island was wiped off the map earlier today via a massive volcanic eruption.

~Cheasy shrugs and deadpans the camera~

Cheasy M: Classic OCW, Baby.

~We fade to black~

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