OCW Presents: Truth or Consequences
LIVE! July 31st 2022
FROM Spaceport America
In Truth or Consequences, New Mexico

~We cut to a dark room. A bit of light is permitted access...enough to show the silhouette of a large man. Slowly the room begins to illuminate. It doesn’t take long for us to figure out (yes, even you, the idiot in the back eating pizza rolls) that we’re smack dab in the middle of the OCW Hall of Fame building. Resurrected after Xavier Lux burned it down nearly one year ago. Pictures of OCW greats become visible. Andy Murray, Silver Cyanide, Paul Paras, Matt Meyhu, Mario Maurako, PerZag, Mike Best, Scorpion, Titan 3, MJ Bell, and so on. All the greats. The back wall remains darkened, keeping four images hidden. In front of them is the large, indiscernible figure. He steps into the light. It’s former OCW owner, Dean. And this isn’t outsiders Dean. This is serious, not fucking around Dean. He claps his hands together~

Dean: Hello OCW!

~The crowd outside in the New Mexico heat goes wild!~

Dean: Welcome to Truth or Consequences!

~A ‘Dean!’ chant sounds out. Dean looks around, his jaw tightening, a smile forming on his face. He takes it in for a moment before he enters hype mode~

Dean: As you suckas can see, I’m right smack dab in the middle of the most hallowed of pro wrestling halls. The OCW Hall of Fame. You will not find a better collection of talents...past and present in pro wrestling than right here. And each one of these members has earned the right to be recognized as often as they are. However…

~The crowd starts to cheer~

Dean: There are four who stand above the rest. The four PILLARS of OCW, as I like to say. And, who may those be, you ask?

~A light shines on the first image. The crowd pops~

Dean: Lurrr, of course.

~The second image lights up. Another pop~

Dean: Scott Syren...you suckas shoulda known.

~The third image is given light. BOOOOOSSSSS~

Dean: Sadly, yes. The Big Bifford.

~And the fourth image has a bright green light thrust upon it. The people lose their shit~

Dean: Haha, that’s right...SiLVeRFReaK!

~”FREAK! FREAK! FREAK!”~

Dean: Tonight OCW returns to the home of one of its four pillars. A man who helped build OCW into what it is today. A man who, had he not joined OCW, its very future would have been forever altered. Tonight we return to Truth or Consequences, New Mexico...the hometown of SiLVeRFReaK!

~The ovation is deafening. Dean smiles, allowing the fans a chance to get it out before he continues~

Dean: And what an event. Truth or Consequences. The truth is evident...it’s all around me. These wrestlers inside this Hall were all the TRUTH inside that ring. However, their actions did not come without consequence. People forget...for as good as these wrestlers...especially the four behind me...for as good as they were, they, too, stumbled. They, too, failed. They, like so many tonight, suffered consequence as a result of their actions.

~Dean turns pointing to Lurrr~

Dean: Tonight, JPD defends his Savage Championship against Amick Dogeron. JPD, a man looking to build another Hall of Fame legacy. A man whose talent has never been in doubt. But...his ego? That’s where the issues lie. Just like Lurrr…

~A pop for Lurrr~

Dean: Lurrr, my brother. A man whose hubris was second to none. A man who thrived off the misery and anguish of others. A man who had to stand back and watch as a young Curt Canon ended his undefeated streak and took the OCW Title away from him...all because Lurrr was too arrogant to take the threat seriously. For weeks JPD’s hubris has run wild. For weeks he has tormented, not just Amick Dogeron, but the entire OCW roster. Tonight, at this very event, he finds himself devoid of friends. Will his ego and his hubris come back to haunt him? Or, will JPD prove to be a legend among men?

~Dean walks past Lurrr and he points at Syren~

Dean: Am I allowed to have favorites? Because this sucka is and will always be mine. Scott Syren forever changed OCW when he won the OCW Title off of Johnny Hunter. From that point forward he laid waste to every, single challenger that dared step up. He left his victims drenched in frustration. Why? Because Syren was effortless. He excelled with ease. While other wrestlers were pulling out every trick they could conceive, Syren would show up in flip-flops and board shorts, beating them without breaking a sweat. He was a true savant.

~More cheers for Syren~

Dean: Not so different from our TransAtlantic Champion, right? CYPH3R entered OCW talking a bunch of shit. Annoying and pissing the veterans off. And, they could’ve done something about it. In fact, they tried. Veronica Strader took CYPH3R on only for CYPH3R to end her undefeated streak. Since then, he’s been on a tear of his own. The man has been undefeated for months. And, the most frustrating fact of it all? He’s been doing it with ease. It all looks so easy when The Superior Design is in that ring. But, has it been too easy? Has his focus dulled? Tonight he faces the biggest challenge of his career when he takes on a man whose determination and focus have never been questioned. Tonight CYPH3R will try to defend his title against CJ O’Donnell. Scott Syren, for as great as he was, stumbled when his confidence grew too high. Wil lthe same fate befall CYPH3R?

~Dean passes Bifford. Slight boos as his image appears once again on TV. He then points at SiLVeRFReaK. The fans go crazy!! Dean laughs~

Dean: That’s right. The Freaky One! A man whose passion for OCW was unbridled and unrivaled. A man who didn’t just want to excel in the ring, but he wanted to be tied to the very heart of the promotion. SiLVeRFReaK was not only a force in competition, but he help keep this place standing via his backstage work ethic when other leaders were shaky. He kept OCW afloat.

~Mad respect by the fans~

Dean: Much like the Craze Champion, Tamika Strader. The Strader’s loyalty to OCW has NEVER been questioned. They have single handily kept OCW from going under...whether it be Veronica’s return at Death March or Tamika investing her money to keep OCW funded back at Carpe Noctem. The Strader’s are attached to the very heart of this promotion. However, even the great SiLVeRFReaK let his emotions for OCW blind him, causing him to stumble and fall on a few occasions. Will the same happen to Tamika tonight as she defends her Craze Title against Crash Rodriguez? Can she separate what’s personal from what’s professional?

~And, finally, he returns to Bifford. The boos are loud and violent~

Dean: And the big man himself. The Big Bifford. A man who has indulged in any number of the deadly sins so often, for so long that they can’t seriously be called deadly anymore. He’s been tempting fate. He’s been laughing in the face of authority. He’s been mocking the very system that’s built to protect those he seeks to destroy. He’s been doing this for so long and getting away with it that it’s turned into a running gag.

~Dean shakes his head. Not even he can stand Bifford’s antics anymore~

Dean: Innocent people, ruined. Lives destroyed. Careers mocked. All for what? For his amusement? Okay, fine. Clearly the authorities won’t do anything about it. And, up to this point, neither have the wrestlers. But, there is one man...one man who might be up to the task. And, that man is Killa Kali.

~A pop for Kali~

Dean: I’ve been in the ring with Kali. This is no ordinary badass. This man transcends violence. His lust for blood and pain is unparalleled. If anybody can bring The Big Bifford down off his throne, it’s the man who was pulled from prison so that he could return to the ring...return to the ring for this moment, tonight. To stop The Big Bifford. But, he’s gonna need your help. He may not want it, but he’s gonna need it. So, are you suckas ready to get behind Kali to help bring The Big Bifford down?

~The fans give a ‘FUCK YES!!!’ Dean nods, slapping his hands together~

Dean: Great! Ladies and Gentlemen...there ain’t never been a man, woman, or entity alive that hasn’t had to suffer a consequence for their actions. At some point, one way, or another, the bill comes due. Tonight, four champions hope that truth will rise rather than consequence. So, stand up, pound back some beer, and let your voice be heard...Truth or Consequences starts NOW!!!!

~We fade out and into tonight’s Promo Video~

~We cut to the venue!! Spaceport America is PACKED with screaming OCW fans!! “OCW! OCW! OCW!” chants fill the New Mexico air!! We cut to Jones and Hood who are at ringside~

Jones: Hello again everyone and Welcome to Truth or Consequences! I’m your host Jones and alongside me, as always, is Hood.

Hood: Fuckin finally. The quicker this starts the quicker I can get out of his shitty state.

Jones: Awesome way to open things up. Fans...we’ve got two halves of action packed wrestling heading your way! Once the action starts, it doesn’t stop. So, before we get to ringside and begin the action...let’s cut to a few segments to whet your appetite.

Hood: I need a beer

~We cut to footage that looks different. It doesn’t have that same OCW vibe and feel. We see the HOW logo at the bottom. The fans BOOOO!!!!~

~The camera pans to Brian Bare who finishes blowing the last remnants of his cigarette into the air, looking kind of shocked he’s on air~

Brian Bare: We’re going in for a word with High Octane Wrestling’s resident Behemoth, and Highwayman, Clay Byrd.

~Bare opens the locker room door, the camera peaks in at the enormous cowboy and even in the bowels of the arena you can hear the fans cheering like crazy for a fellow son of the great state of Texas. Clay smiles for a moment, taking in the noise. Bare stands roughly about ten feet away from Byrd, holding the microphone out. Clay has the HOTv title over one knee, the Tag Team Championship beside it, and a bull rope laid over his other leg~

Clay Byrd: Bare, I’m pretty pissed off… but I ain’t gonna take it out on ya tonight.

~Bare gives a sigh of relief and moves in closer to The Monster from Plainview~

Brian Bare: So… last week the HOTv title match.

Clay Byrd: Yeah… Kostoff and I put on a hell of a show… then the bald fuck came out…

Brian Bare: Lee Best did come out and…

~Clay looks Bare up, then down. Bare instinctively returns to the ten foot threshold he was keeping before~

Clay Byrd: And he had some dipshits from OCDUBYA come out and beat the fuck out of me, with all his little guards, and his Board ta keep the Highwaymen away. Ya know what Brian? FUCK BOB GRENIER, FUCK OCDUBYA, AND FUCK LEE BEST.

~Clay smiles as the fans roar from outside~

Clay Byrd: I went over ta OCDUBYA the next night, and I taught Bob Grenier a lesson he ain’t ever gonna forget!

Brian Bare: We’re going to show the viewers at home and in the arena that footage.

~The fans roar as the screen shifts to footage from Monday Night Massacre~

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~The Behemoth lifts Bob Grenier up into the crucifix position. The Number 1 MercDad, the Alpha Male of High Octane, makes sure the steel steps are in place. High Octane Hall of Famer Joe Bergman stomps to the front of the ring to look up the ramp to make sure no one is coming for a save. Clay Byrd smirks, as he launches Grenier, letting him crash from almost seven feet into the air, with his back smashing across the steel steps~

Hood: Holy shit. I think Bob Grenier is dead.

Jones: I don’t think he’s dead Hood, but he’s not going to feel right for a few weeks.

~The Highwaymen get out of the ring, JAM laying in a pile, Bob Grenier absolutely destroyed… Byrd and The Highwaymen make their way over to the announce table. Hood and Jones immediately stand up with their hands raised, as Byrd rips Jones’ headset off. He holds the rope up, and the HOTv Championship up in the air as he begins ranting~

Clay Byrd: YA WANTED A FUCKIN’ FIGHT BOB? YA WANTED TA JUMP A MOTHERFUCKER!? YA WANNA WORK FER HIM!? That’s all well and good… but I’ll see yer ass at Dead Or Alive.

~Byrd is seething as Solex and Harrison talk trash to the fans and Bergman stands stoically with his arms crossed. Byrd holds the HOTv title up at the camera~

Clay Byrd: And any of ya other fucks, ya want this?! Try ta fuckin’ take it.

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Brian Bare: Pretty wild stuff Clay, and a big callout.

Clay Byrd: Fuck ‘em, they don’t want anythin’ ta do with us after all of that. I haven’t heard of anyone goin’ up ta knock on Lee Best’s door and ask fer no match. Besides that little fuck Bob Grenier. Tell that little stoner fucker it’s on, I’ll see his ass at Dead or Alive.

~Clay holds up the rope~

Clay Byrd: And we’re gonna be hooked ta this.

~His smile is ear to ear as the arena outside sounds like the entire state of Texas is ROARING their approval~

Clay Byrd: And fer any of those fucks watchin’ tell ‘em ta come fuckin’ get some. The Highwaymen are waitin’.

~The scene fades elsewhere with Clay Byrd smiling, his eyes wide, holding the rope~

~ SPACEPORT USA is the play to be while in Truth or Consequences, New Mexico and the OCW Faithful are a raucous crowd tonight and fills OCW talent with excitement like the greatest OVW Craze Champion in the company’s history, TAMIKA STRADER. She walks around the big indoor area, Craze belt fastened tightly around her waist. ~

TAMIKA STRADER: This place is nifty! Didn’t get to really see it when filming the hit micro-movie “The Tamikanator” available soon in 4K and Blu Ray, purchase your preorder now.

~ She sends a wink into the camera and continues to wander around, tapping the plate of her championship to some random song in her head. ~

TAMIKA STRADER: Where are you? I got a match to get ready for… would ease my mind… MIKEY Z!

~ Tamika sees everyone’s favourite superkicking Dream Weaver, MIKE ZYBALA. They do the old “Fresh Prince DJ Jazzy Jeff” hand smack and “pffft”. ~

TAMIKA STRADER: Ready for another shot at the OCW title contendership?

~ He starts to answer but she cuts him off. ~

TAMIKA STRADER: Oh, that thing we spoke about, Harold my Assistant Person tells me you called Strader Inc looking for me? Is it what I think it’s about?

~ She puts her arm around his shoulder as they move to a quieter place to talk. ~

~We cut backstage where Bob Grenier sits back in a chair, puffing on a giant blunt stuffed with that sweet Grenier Kush. He puffs and exhales...smiling~

Bob Grenier: Hello OCW…

~He leans forward~

Bob Grenier: And, HOW

~He lifts his eyebrows as he name drops the OTHER promotion. The room is pretty dark...we can’t make out anything behind him. He leans forward and we see some bruises and cuts on him...they’re obviously from the beatdown he suffered at Massacre one week earlier~

Bob Grenier: Clay Byrd. You got the jump on us last Monday. Should’ve seen it coming. Guess I had too much faith in the WEAK ASS OCW security. But, whatever. You’re a man. You’ve got some balls. Good for you. You stood up for yourself.

~He removes the blunt from his mouth and ashes on the table that’s in front of him. He reaches up and rubs the blemishes on his face, showing they’re still tender ot the touch~

Bob Grenier: And I’m sure you’re feeling pretty good about yourself. You left your mark on ole Bob Grenier. Congrats. But, here’s the thing about bruises. Here’s the thing about scratches and cuts. They heal.

~Bob shoves the giant joint back into his mouth, chewing on the wet end, sucking back some of the juice~

Bob Grenier: What doesn’t heal is what’s up here. What’s in your fuckin head. Your psyche. Sunday, August 14th in Tombstone, Arizona at Dead or Alive I will step into your home and beat you within an inch of your life. I’ll knock that shitty cowboy hat off your head, drop you on that stupid head of yours, and pin you for your HOTv Championship. An embarrassing loss in front of all your fans, all those boys in the back whose opinions you hold so near and dear, and in front of your daddy, Lee.

~Grenier inhales and exhales~

Bob Grenier: Leaving a wound that will never, ever heal. When you hear the name ‘Bob Grenier’ you’ll forever wince. You’ll forever feel your bowels loosen. You’ll forever rue the night you agreed to step into the ring with an OCW legend.

~Grenier removes the joint once again and ashes it a second time. He stares, contemplatively at the mess he’s making~

Bob Grenier: And before you start to brag about your highway boys...a group of middle aged men contacting each other over CB radio to excitedly discuss something that happened which wasn’t nearly as cool as they perceived it to be. Just remember, I’m bringing some friends of my own.

~From the back step JAM G, The Wizard, and Warrick Hill, all standing behind Bob. Bob leans into the camera, flashing his yellow teeth...we can almost smell his horrible breath~

Bob Grenier: Clay Byrd. I appreciate you keeping that title warm for me. See you in two weeks.

~We cut back to the live feed~

Jones: And we’re back! A wild start to tonight’s show...Tamika is ready to fight and, yes, the interpromotional war between HOW’s Clay Byrd and OCW’s Bob Grenier rages on. Those two will do battle in two weeks...don’t miss it airing on HOTv only on PWA!

Hood: Fuck yea. Can’t wait for that one...but...that’s tomorrow. Let’s get to today.

Jones: Amen. Folks...we’ve got two halves of nonstop action ready for your viewing pleasure. Let’s get to the ring and get this under way! It’s time for Truth and Consequences!

~The fans have packed the runway and surrounding landscape of Spaceport America which is IN Truth or Consequences, New Mexico...ya know, for the purposes of this event. It’s hot and these fans are feeling it...but there’s no location they’d rather be. Okay, they might rather be inside Scrooge McDuck’s vault. Anyway...the ring is set up. Sans cage, which means the first half of tonight’s event is about to get underway. Belvedere stands in the ring, the undeterred breeze blowing his sports coat around...but his hair remains STEADFAST. He clears his throat into the mic for a HUGE ovation~

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Truth or Consequences!

~Huge ovation~

Belvedere: Tonight’s event will be split into two halves! The first half will be focused solely on the Craze and TransAtlantic Titles. While the Second half will feature the Savage and OCW Titles!

~These fans couldn’t possibly be more hyped. If they were, we’d be seeing a lot of involuntary ejaculations~

Belvedere: And now, let the FIRST HALF begin!!!

~Pyros go off! Fans explode! Some ejaculate...is it involuntary? We’ll assume so. Except for that guy still wacking...GET THAT GUY OUTTA HERE!~

Jones: An overzealous fan in attendance being removed by security.

Hood: Hope they’re wearing gloves.

~"Fortune Days" by the Glitch Mob hits! The mood instantly shifts. These people go from laughing at a public masturbator while wondering how involuntary ejaculation could be a thing to transitioning into a serious focus. The event they all paid for and traveled to see is underway. The TransAtlantic Champion has arrived. CYPH3R, hood up, marches out from the hangar, making his way down the aisle to the ring. The sun is still high in the air, shining bright. How feasible is the hood in this weather? I guess we’ll find out~

Belvedere: Introducing the first competitor who will remain a spectator for the first three matches. From Adelaide, Australia...standing 5’9 and weighing in at 125lbs...he is the TransAtlantic Champion...he is...CYPH3R!!!!

~CYPH3R reaches the ringside area. Puff, Gruff, and Tuff are all at ringside, directly traffic. Gruff motions toward the backside of the ring. CYPH3R marches past him, around the side of the ring, to the back where he stands, folding his arms. The announce table directly behind him~

Jones: And CYPH3R is the first competitor out. He’ll be out here awhile.

Hood: Yea, he might should grab a chair. Especially if he’s gonna be hoodied up in this heat.

Jones: It’ll be interesting to see if CYPH3R maintains his neutrality or if he gets involved, especially in the TransAtlantic Contenders Match.

Hood: Or if he and CJ can keep from fighting each other while watching THREE matches.

Jones: Yep.

~And, as if on cue, “Kings Never Die” by Eminem hits!! The fans BOOOOOOO!!!! New Mexico, like every other state in the union, does NOT like The Distinguished. CJ O’Donnell emerges from the hangar, pointing and talking shit to any fan within earshot. He’s got the STOLEN TransAtlantic Title over his shoulder. Gotta hand it to the man, he looks in amazing shape and he’s got that championship focus all competent challengers possess heading into a title match. CJ reaches the ringside area and Puff motions for him to remain on the front side, the ring directly between him and CYPH3R. CJ yells at Puff to get his “fooking” hand away from him. Puff backs away~

Belvedere: From Boston, Massachusetts, standing 5’11 and weighing in at 175lbs...he is a former OCW Tag Team Champion...he is the leader of Paramount. He is ‘The Distinguished’ CJ O’Donnell!!!!

Jones: And CJ is out here! As you’ll notice, OCW has instructed the refs to keep the future opponents as far away from each other as possible.

Hood: Yea, but not like they can’t move around once this all gets started.

Jones: True.

~CJ stops yelling at Puff and looks across the ring at CYPH3R and, pats the title over his shoulder, mocking the champion. CYPH3R responds by telling CJ to suck on deez nutz. CJ is livid. He heads for the ring, hopping on the apron, threatening to run across the ring and attack. Puff and Tuff reach up to stop him. The impending chaos is deterred when Do You Wanna Touch Me (Oh Yeah) - Joan Jett and the Blackhearts hits! The crowd goes wild as the reigning and defending Craze Champion...the undefeated, former financier of OCW...the leader(?) of the Strader clan...Tamika emerges from the hangar. CJ hops off the apron and turns around, watching her as she marches up the ramp, engaging in high fives and handshakes. Her Craze Title strapped firmly around her waist. She walks past CJ...the two exchanging wary, curious looks...both knowing that either could contribute to the other’s demise. Puff poltiely escorts Tamika away from CJ and down to the left side of the ring where she stands. She leans back against the guardrail~

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

~The fans all reach over the barricade and hug Tamika, patting her on the back and shoulders. It’s very clear she’s beloved by the OCW...they recognize her as PROUD AND STRONG~

Jones: These fans love Tamika.

Hood: Look, a lot has changed in OCW over the past few months. It’s part of growth and expansion. But one thing the people of OCW will never forget is the support the Straders lended this company when they needed it the most.

Jones: You got that right.

~"No Love" by Death Grips hits! Tamika stands up, politely pulling away from her fans, turning toward the entrance. CJ does the same. CYPH3R doesn’t really have to, considering he’s already staring that way. Crash emerges from the hangar. Lou is with him...they pause and Lou reaches out, shaking Crash’s hand and giving him a hug, wishing his client good luck. Crash turns around and marches back toward the ring...a mixed reaction. Most of the people are behind Tamika, but there are a few who are invested into Crash’s story. His chase for Craze glory~

Belvedere: From Kansas City, Missouri...standing 5’11 and weighing in at 207lbs...he is ‘The Crooked Man’ Crash Rodriguez!!!!

~Crash reaches ringside and he pauses, staring at Tamika. She doesn’t flinch. CJ walks up and puts his arm around Crash...he motions toward the Craze Title and then across the ring at the TransAtlantic strap. It seems as though Paramount has every intention upon leaving with BOTH those belts. Crash nods before being escorted by Gruff to the right side of the ring, across Tamika~

Jones: Oof, two members of Paramount starting this match at ringside. That’s going to be problematic.

Hood: One would think.

Jones: And, tonight, Crash looks to accomplish a mission he set out on three years ago. It was at Redacted in 2019 when he came up JUST SHY of defeating Ed Houston for the Craze Title. A title that’s ate him up ever since. Tonight, he’s got a chance to finally satisfy that hunger.

~In This Moment – Adrenalize hits! The increasingly famous and recognizable lyrics tune the entire audience into who is exactly about to head out to the ringside area. And, in fact, it’s The White Widow herself...Sahara Duke! She steps out from within the hangar and has her game face on. She marches down to the ring where four elite level, angry competitors all stand, growing increasingly anxious to fight. She marches past CJ, without even looking at him. CJ scoffs...he might even utter ‘bitch’...but we can’t tell. Sahara marches past Tamika, again, not even giving her the time of day. Puff tries to get her to stop there...but she ignores his request and stands next to CYPH3R. CYPH3R slowly looks over at her...she looks back at him...the moment is understood as both competitors turn their focus back to the ring~

Belvedere: From Chicago, Illinois...standing 5’10 and weighing in at 155lbs...she is The White Widow...she is Sahara!!!

Jones: Sahara blatantly ignoring where OCW officials had predetermined her starting position choosing, instead, to stand next to CYPH3R.

Hood: This is all about loyalty and trust. And, given the options, she clearly trusts CYPH3R the most.

Jones: They had a war a few weeks back. But tonight, bygones are bygones and these two Mix teammates, I would think, will have each other’s back.

Hood: That remains to be seen.

~"Smooth Sailing" by Queens Of The Stone Age hits! A strong pop from the OCW fans as Pro Wrestling’s favorite reporter and rising in-ring star, Cass Baumer makes her way down to the ring from the backstage hangar. She heads down the aisle and pauses, staring at CJ, who looks down at her, indicating he doesn’t take her too seriously. She looks eager to change his mind, not backing down...but Puff and Tuff step up and guide Cass to her positioning. CJ smirks while Cass motions that she’ll be hanging around, a factor when his match begins. She makes her way around the ring and greets Tamika, bumping fists with her. She is instructed to stay there, positioning herself on Tamika’s left. Cass unveils a custom Gameboy much like the one she used against Alexandra back at Big Game Hunting! The crowd pops when they see it...she shows it to CYPH3R and CYPH3R chuckles, shaking his head~

Belvedere: From Karori, Wellington, New Zealand...standing 5’9 and weighing in at 141lbs...Cass Baumer!!!

Jones: Cass with that Gameboy Advanced, I believe it’s called. A gift handed to her by CYPH3R that she used as a weapon a few months back.

Hood: I guess she got it fixed. Or maybe CYPH3R made her a new one?

Jones: I’m not the guy to ask.

Hood: Tremendous work, as always.

~Booty Wurk by T-Pain feat Joey Galaxy hits! The crowd pops! Ricky Rodriguez emerges from the hangar dressed to compete...it’s his first match in OCW since last year’s MIX! The OCW fans are ready to see one of last year’s MIX standouts return. You might even say FINALLY, THE RICK HAS COME BACK TO OCW...but that’d be lame and cheap, right? Right. Ricky bumps fist, slaps some hands, gives the fans some of that attention they crave before reaching CJ at ringside. CJ eyes him and scoffs like, “Pssh, rookie.” Ricky laughs, he’ll show CJ what he’s about when the time comes. The refs try to corral Ricky and take him over to Crash but, like Sahara, Ricky just ignores them, heads over to the ‘popular’ area and leans back against the guardrail in between Cass and Sahara. Puff looks at Gruff...Gruff is just like, “Whatever. They’re gonna do whatever the fuck they want after the bell anyway”~

Belvedere: From Chino Hills, California...standing 5’10 and weighing in at 219lbs...Ricky Rodriguez!

~Huge ovation from the fans within Truth or Consequences!~

Jones: Ricky Rodriguez is back! A competitor I think many, many people are sleeping on.

Hood: Yea, he carried Sebastian Grey to a semi-final finish in last year’s MIX. If he’d have had a partner with, ya know, a fuckin pulse...might’ve won it all.

Jones: There’s no arguing that.

~All wrestlers competing in the upcoming matches of this first half are at ringside. So, it’s time to get the wrestlers in the Craze Contenders Match out to the ring. Scruff stands inside the ring, ready to go. The wrestlers at ringside keep an eye on each other...never know when something might pop off. Wild Thing – X hits! The fans boo!! Well, aside from a tight and fierce contingent of GOONS in the crowd, who go wild cheering for their hero BALL BALL! Ball Ball ducks, exiting the hangar, careful to not concuss himself before the match starts. He heads down the ramp...our view cuts out to a super wide shot of the entire setting and we see this skinny head just kinda floating down to the ring, taller than all the rest~

Belvedere: From Khartoum, Sudan...standing 7’2 and weighing in at 208lbs...he is The Tallest Man to Ever Kick Your Ass, Ball Ball!!!!!

~Ball Ball walks past CJ who is caught looking straight up at the slender giant. Ball Ball jumps up onto the apron! Wow! What athleticism! The goons go wild! Ball Ball steps over the top rope and into the ring~

Jones: And here we go, our first competitor for the opening match...Ball Ball!

Hood: It’s easy to joke about that fucker, I mean look at him. But he’s got a real chance to earn a title shot tonight.

Jones: He appears to be one of our future stars, Hood.

Hood: What a time to be alive.

~MF Doom - Bombs Thrown hits! Ball Ball leans back into a corner watching as one half of BAM G...former Outsider’s legend...JAM G emerges from the hangar, taking the long, anxious walk down the aisle toward the ring. Nobody around the ring seems to react. He’s clearly, in the minds of all the competitors, the least threatening person in this entire ordeal. JAM G’s eyes are focused, however. His nerves look settled. It’s the biggest opportunity of his singles career and he appears determined~

Belvedere: From Emilio’s Backyard! He stands 5’6 and weighs in at 155lbs...he is Just Another Masked Guy...JAM G!!!

~JAM G gets bumped by CJ as he reaches ringside, knocking him to the side. JAM G turns, staring at CJ. CJ raises a fist, daring JAM G to fight him. But JAM G isn’t going to get lured into the trap...he slides into the ring and pops to his feet~

Jones: CJ bullying JAM G. Does he have to be such a dick?

Hood: He’s just letting JAM G know he’s there. Look, if CJ got into JAM G’s head and prevented him from winning a singles title shot...would that REALLY be the worst thing in OCW history?

Jones: Yes! This is a free and open market. EVERY wrestler has a chance.

Hood: Gross

~Hymn of the Legion - Farya Faraji hits! Which means its time to take a look into the past...a past that seeks to consume the future. The Modern Roman Emperor, Claudius Augustus is here! He emerges from the back, slowly making his way to the ring. By far the most pompous and condescending competitor we’ve seen thus far. Claudius has the aura of a champion and seeks to add some hardware to that image. He’s the lone competitor CJ seems content with, giving him safe passage to the ring. Claudius walks up the steps and enters into the ring, staring at the two opponents who preceded him. It’s clear he doesn’t think much of either~

Belvedere: From Rome, Italy...standing 6’2 and weighing in at 235lbs...Claudius Augustus!!!

Jones: Claudius with another big opportunity here. He’s had it rough the last month, after his impressive run in the Prison Yard.

Hood: I blame PIG. He’s getting close to PIG which is dragging him down. GET AWAY FROM PIG.

Jones: It sometimes can take a new wrestler a bit to find their footing. The current in OCW is pretty strong right now.

~Psychosomatic (Frontier Psychiatrist remix) - M. Bulteau hits! The fans give a strong ovation for the final competitor set to make their appearance during the first half of tonight’s event. It’s the plucky Helena Handbasket! She steps out from the hangar and confidently strides toward the ring, her focus locked on the three men that await her~

Belvedere: And, the final participant set to appear during the first half of tonight’s event. From Pandora’s Box, standing 5’3 and weighing in at 120lbs...Helena Handbasket!!!

~Helena reaches ringside. She looks around at all the faces that surround. Tamika, Crash, CJ, Sahara, Ricky, CYPH3R, and Cass. Her eyes remain on Cass for a bit longer than most, knowing she owes Cass a receipt from their match a few weeks back. Helena then sucks some of that New Mexico air down into her lungs and she charges forward, diving into the deep end, sliding into the ring. She pops to her feet to a huge ovation! Belvedere promptly exits, getting the hell out of the way~

Jones: Helena Handbasket! I think most would say she’s the favorite in this one.

Hood: She’s the most accomplished, for sure. But you’ve got a dude who’s 7’2...you’ve got a Roman Emperor...and you’ve got a guy in a Metal Mask which, somehow, isn’t illegal.

Jones: Quite possibly the strangest collection of characters ever stuffed into one ring in OCW history.

Hood: And, sadly, one of them has to win.

~Helena looks at JAM. JAM looks at Claudius. Claudius looks at Helena. They all look at Ball Ball. Ball Ball is like, ‘wtf...i got snot on my face or something?’ The trio rush Ball Ball! They start things off by triple teaming him! Kicks, punches! You name it, they hit Ball Ball with it! The fans cheer...aside from the portion of the audience that is comprised of goons. The goons BOOOO!!!! JAM and Helena kick Ball in the midsection while Claudius punches him in the head. Ball Ball is in rough shape, trapped in the corner~

Jones: I guess they saw his incredible height and knew he’d be a problem.

Hood: Eliminate the freak show early. That’s smart thinking.

Jones: Ball Ball’s hopes could be dashed. I don’t know how he’ll be able to overcome these odds.

~Crash hits the ring! The fans pop for the immediate intrusion. He rushes over, grabbing Claudius and pulling him off Ball Ball. He takes Claudius down with a right hand. Crash grabs at Helena...but she kicks Crash in the gut. JAM G turns around, headbutting Crash with his metal mask...Crash stumbles back, holding his head, staggered. Helena and JAM go back to work on Ball. CJ jumps onto the apron, holding CYPH3R’s TA Title. He uses it to SMASH Helena in the back of the head, taking her down. JAM G leans in with another headbutt, this time into Ball Ball. Ball drops to the mat. CJ hops off the apron and he pulls Ball out of the ring before JAM G can continue assaulting him. JAM G looks out of the ring at CJ...the fans booing. Crash drops to the mat and rolls out, next to CJ and Ball. Ball is leaning over, winded and in pain. Crash and CJ keep him up, trying to help revive the tallest wrestler in OCW history (probably). Claudius is back to one knee, staring out of the ring at CJ and Crash. Helena rolls over, onto all fours, holding her head...the three competitors very aware of what just happened~

Jones: Uh oh. It appears Crash and CJ are here to help Ball Ball.

Hood: That’s not good. Not only did they save Ball Ball from probably getting knocked out...but now Helena, JAM, and Claudius have to be aware of CJ and Crash.

Jones: Yea, because they aren’t just saving him...they, most likely, are going to do what it takes to help him win.

Hood: Let the games begin!

~CJ and Crash continue to aid Ball Ball. Crash asks if he wants some water. CJ gives his shoudlers a light massage...until he’s smashed in the side of the head with a roundhouse kick from CYPH3R!! The fans go wild!! CJ falls back, dropping the TA Title. CYPH3R snatches his belt off the ground and tosses it over his shoulder...he stares at Crash. Crash stares back. Ball Ball gets in between them...CYPH3R makes it clear that he’s going to walk away, but only because Ball Ball asked him to. Crash is like, ‘yea, whatever hacker dude.’ He then tends to CJ. Meanwhile, Helena is on her feet, standing next to JAM, watching all of this. Once it calms down, they turn around only to get run over via a double clothesline from Claudius!! The fans boo~

Jones: The distractions have taken no time in influencing this match. Augustus now has the lead after sneak attacking Helena and JAM.

Hood: It’s a well known fact that you never turn your back on a Roman Emperor.

Jones: Shouldn’t it be that a Roman Emperor should never turn their back?

Hood: No. Trust me. I’m a roman expert.

~JAM G tries to get up but Claudius stomps on his chest, keeping him down. JAM rolls to the edge of the ring, near the ropes. Augustus then grabs Helena by the hair, pulling her off the canvas. Helena tries to fight back, but Claudius shoves her into the ropes, she bounces off and Augustus throws a huge lariat. But Helena ducks, spins around and throws a kick into the back of The Emperor’s head!! Claudius stumbles forward, into the ropes. Helena takes off, hitting the ropes, she bounces off...but JAM G trips her up!! She falls to the mat, her face slamming against the canvas. JAM pulls himself up and hurries forward, headbutting Claudius in the back!! Augustus grimaces, dropping to one knee, holding his back~

Jones: JAM using that metal mask as a weapon early and often.

Hood: Seems KINDA illegal.

Jones: His partner, Bob faced Claudius in that Old School versus New School match a few weeks back...a match that saw Claudius tweak his back when he lifted BRIM in the air. Looks like he took some notes.

Hood: I keep telling you. BRIM’s weight didn’t hurt his back. It’s the weight of carrying an entire MOVEMENT..the hopes of the Roman Empire on his very shoulders. It’s a lot to carry, man.

Jones: Sure.

~Outside, CJ is back on his feet, holding his chin. He sees CYPH3R back in his position across the ring, leaning back, hands rubbing the plate of his title. CJ wants to go after him...Crash tries to stop him...but it’s Ball Ball who does the trick. He says some words that corral CJ’s temper before walking around the ring to hang with CYPH3R for a bit. Meanwhile, JAM delivers a double axe handle into the back of Claudius. He falls to the mat, face twisted with pain, hands reaching behind. JAM looks to be getting into position for a Camel Clutch...but Helena rushes in, kneeing him in the chest! JAM falters into the ropes, ricocheting off and into a short, fast, scoop slam! Helena picks him up, spins around and drives him into the mat with a slam! The fans pop! Helena rises to one knee, firing up~

Jones: Helena back in this...able to toss JAM G over with that lightning quick slam.

Hood: I’m telling ya...she’s the one they gotta keep an eye out for...she’s won championships, man. I’VE SEENT IT.

Jones: Meanwhile, Ball Ball is just shooting the shit with his boys outside the ring.

Hood: Yea, hanging with the TransAtlantic Champ, now. Ball Ball is the most over, coolest guy on the roster. Confirmed.

~Helena drives some wild forearms into JAM’s chest before he can roll over, protecting himself. She gets to her feet and begins kicking him in the ribs and back. JAM’s taking a rapid fire beating until Claudius sneaks up behind Helena and tries locking in a Full Nelson. But she slips free! She spins around and throws a bicycle kick...but Claudius catches her and tosses her into the ropes with a Capture Suplex!!! Helena’s body hits the ropes, recklessly, her body ricocheting between them before landing with a lout THUMP on the apron...she lays there, half her body hanging off the edge. Augustus drops to one knee, holding his back...he looks over at JAM, who is on all fours, looking back at Claudius~

Jones: Well, that looked like it hurt. Claudius just tossing Helena into the ropes.

Hood: Hey, she threw a kick at his face. You do not kick the Roman Emperor in the face...another steadfast law. This should really be common knowledge.

Jones: They’re battling. Of course she’s going to throw a kick at his face.

Hood: And she paid for it. Follow the rules, Helena. Kneel and respect the emperor and then you might find salvation.

~Claudius inches near JAM G. JAM G gets to both knees, fists ready to fly...but The Emperor begins speaking with him...negotiating with him. JAM G doesn’t resist...he listens. Outside, CYPH3R points this out to Ball Ball. Ball Ball does the ‘thinking man’ pose for a second before thanking CYPH3R and heading back over to Crash and CJ for some more advice. Claudius seems to be getting through to JAM. He slowly reaches out, grabbing JAM by the shoulder...JAM does not resist~

Jones: I think Claudius is trying to persuade JAM to help him.

Hood: Well, I mean, JAM is Bob’s bitch. Augustus has his own bitch in the form of PIG. Maybe he sees another PIG in JAM.

Jones: That is a very weird sentence when you read it back.

Hood: How are you reading that shit back? There a stenographer around here?

~Claudius rises...JAM follows suit. JAM steps back as Augustus reaches through the ropes, pulling Helena back into the ring. He lifts her limp body up and over his shoulder. He then charges toward a corner tossing her up...she comes down with Snake Eyes onto the top buckle. Claudius steps back and he instantly locks in a Full Nelson!!! He shakes Helena around before turning and presenting her to JAM. He motions for JAM to take his shot...JAM hesitates. Claudius’ voice grows more stern. JAM responds with a punch into Helena’s gut. Augustus wants him to do it again...JAM does it again. Outside the ring, CJ points this out to Ball Ball, indicating that an alliance is forming. Ball Ball nods...he leaps onto the apron and reaches into the ring with his super long arm, grabbing JAM by the head...JAM turns and charges at Ball! But Ball hops off the apron. JAM stops at the ropes, pointing down at Ball...Claudius yells at him, getting his attention back. He then throws Helena at him...JAM kicks her in the gut, hooks her around the waist and drops her with a Gut Wrench Suplex. Claudius goes for the pin, JAM taken by surprise. Scruff dives in with the count~

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SHOULDER UP!

Jones: Claudius making his true intentions known. He has no desire to see JAM succeed.

Hood: You could say that...or you could say that he saw JAM standing there like a dumbfuck and knew an opportunity was being wasted.

Jones: Nope. He’s an egomaniac with an unquenchable thirst for power. JAM G is merely a tool he’s hoping to use tonight to achieve his goal.

~JAM seems offended, arguing with Claudius once the emperor returns to his feet. But Claudius explains to JAM his actions. We can’t really tell what they’re saying...but it seems to be fairly convincing. Claudius pats JAM on the back and points down at Helena, telling JAM to get back to work. JAM does as instructed, pulling Helena to her feet and leaning in with a metal headbutt!!! Helena falters back into a corner, leaning into the ropes. JAM runs in and he leaps into the air with a splash!!! He backs up...Helena stumbles into him, he hooks her and then returns the favor with a spinning scoop slam!! He drives her into the canvas, hard! He starts to go for the pin but Claudius stops him, indicating JAM needs to inflict more damage...he motions for JAM to ‘think’. JAM nods, believing the words of the emperor~

Jones: And JAM has downed ALL the kool aid. I swear, when will this man develop a mind of his own. You see him, right? He just follows Bob around all day.

Hood: You keep talking about this like it’s a bad thing. Claudius is AN EMPEROR. JAM’s wildest dreams could come true if he ditches the Canadian and sides with the Roman.

Jones: Well, regardless of our opinions over what’s taking place, I think it’s pretty obvious Helena is in bad shape while Ball Ball is, well, not doing much.

Hood: What do you mean not doing much? He’s playing UNO with Crash right now.

~Hood isn’t wrong. Crash and Ball Ball are enjoying a quick game of UNO while CJ keeps a watch on the match and CYPH3R. Sahara sees what’s going on and she throws her arms in the air, marching past CYPH3R and around the ring. She approaches Crash and Ball Ball, slapping the UNO cards away!! Crash stumbles back, surprised. Sahara then lunges forward with some vicious chops into Ball Ball’s chest, sending the slender man reeling against the guardrail!!! Chop! Chop! Chop!! Ball Ball teeters backwards, nearly flipping over, into the crowd...but Crash comes forward, grabbing two handfulls of Sahara’s platinum hair, yanking her away from Ball Ball, slinging her to the ground. She tumbles, roughly~

Jones: Well, we all know how Sahara feels about Ball Ball.

Hood: And UNO, apparently. But Crash took care of that.

Jones: He’d better be careful, manhandling the Boss’ wife like that.

Hood: The boss! Tonight she’s the boss, Jones!

~CYPH3R walks over, taking a knee to check on his MIX partner. Crash stares down at her, looking like a man who isn’t ready to back down. Ball Ball holds his chest in the background. CYPH3R looks up at Crash, knowing a fight could easily be had...but it’s a long night. And he’s got the biggest match of his career at stake...so he keeps his focus on Sahara. Back inside the ring, JAM G has locked in the Camel Clutch! Claudius is urging him on, coaching him...but, while doing so, he smartly gets in Scruff’s way so Scruff can’t ever get a good look or read on if Helena is out or ready to tap. Helena looks ready to give up...or pass out. Claudius reaches in and grabs JAM G, pulling him off her~

Jones: What is he doing?

Hood: He’s teaching JAM. He’s going to show him how to PROPERLY apply a Camel Clutch.

Jones: No he’s not! He’s trying to steal the win!

~Augustus takes the position and rears back, applying far more pressure than JAM. JAM looks on, studying Claudius’ actions, not once considering the fact this might all be a trick. Crash, however, looks in and grabs Ball Ball, pointing. The goons go wild, yelling! Ball Ball’s eyes bulge and he runs forward. Scruff checks in on Helena, it doesn’t look good...he’s close to ending the match. Ball Ball leaps onto the apron and hops over the top rope. He shoves JAM G aside and dunks on the head of Claudius!!! Claudius lets Helena go and he rises...he looks at Ball Ball as if to say, “Did you really just dunk on me?” The goons yell out, “YEEEUUURRRRRRR!!!!!”~

Jones: The goons are going wild! Ball Ball just dunked on Claudius!

Hood: Yea, but this isn’t the fuckin internet. You dunk on somebody out there and they get the chance to fire back.

~Ball Ball raises his hands up high and he brings them down for another dunk...but it’s rejected by Claudius!! Claudius responds with right hands, reaching high, nailing Ball on his chin. One after the other, Ball Ball reeling against the ropes. Claudius takes a step back and fires forward with a clothesline but Ball ducks!! What agility! Claudius spins around...Ball Ball reaches for him, but Augustus knees Ball in the gut and grabs him by the waist. JAM looks to help...but Claudius tells him to halt...and he points at Helena, wanting JAM to keep Helena down~

Jones: Claudius is trying to subdue Ball Ball but he knows every second they ignore Helena is a second she grows stronger.

Hood: Do what he says, JAM! I know Bob is blood but Claudius is the way.

Jones: I think JAM neesd to think for himself, Hood. This is HIS chance at getting into the championship picture.

~Augustus picks Ball Ball up and tosses him over with a Gut Wrench Suplex!! Ball Ball hits hard! The goons are pissed! They start trying to brawl with fans. Claudius stands over Ball Ball and slams his foot into Ball’s throat. Crash hops onto the apron!! He reaches in and grabs Claudius by the head, punching. Augustus steps off Ball and fights back with Crash! Crash and Claudius are brawling...Crash on the apron, Claudius inside the ring. JAM, meanwhile, drops to one knee and he grabs Helena...she reaches up, grabbing him by the mask and she starts talking to him. JAM, like he did with Claudius, listens~

Jones: Helena is conscious and she’s trying to speak some sense into JAM.

Hood: For fuck’s sake. Can this guy think for himself?

Jones: He’s still finding himself, Hood. It wasn’t long ago he was a jobber in Emilio’s backyard. This? All of this? It’s still overwhelming.

~Crash, the fresher of the two, manages to win the brawl with Claudius. He pulls Claudius in and hooks him for DDT...is he gonna pull Claudius through the ropes to the floor with a DDT off the apron? Augustus isn’t too keen on experiencing that, so he punches Crash in the ribs once, twice, three times...breaking free. He rises to his feet and he slugs Crash in the face. Crash leans back...Claudius grabs Crash by the head and he drops to the mat, raking his throat over the top rope!! Crash falls from the apron to the floor, hard! Augustus smiles...a smile that is instantly eviscerated when Ball Ball, back on his feet, kicks Claudius in the side of the head. Claudius rolls over, groggy...his vision blurred...but he sees JAM helping Helena to her feet...is he seeing things?~

Jones: Ball Ball has Claudius down...Crash’s interference helped!

Hood: Yea, but now JAM G is helping Helena to her feet like some lovesick, friendzoned pussy.

Jones: Just leave JAM G alone and let him figure it out.

Hood: NO

~Helena stumbles back into a corner, needing rest. JAM G leaves her there and he runs forward, ducking his head and slamming his metal mask into Ball’s back!! Ball yells out, tumbling through the ropes and onto the apron. CJ heads over, shaking Ball Ball, trying to get him up. Ball Ball awakens and rises...JAM G flies into view, leaping upward and headbutting Ball Ball!!! Ball Ball flies off the apron and into the barricade! The fans go wild, cheering JAM G on. CJ looks up at JAM, pissed. He seeks to get him...but pauses when Claudius gets in the way. Augustus stands and he shoves JAM G, pissed. Pissed over him helping Helena back to her feet~

Jones: JAM G disobeyeted the emperor. One thing about dictators. They don’t like it when their orders are disobeyeed.

Hood: Of course not...they have to keep a clean house. People gotta stay in line.

Jones: Don’t take his crap, JAM! Fight back! C’mon!

~Helena, still in the corner, seems like she might not have enough energy to pull this off. But, Cass hops on the apron and checks on her. She gets Helena standing upright and helps her regain some focus. Back in the middle of the ring, JAM G is pleading with Claudius to calm down...but Claudius is incensed. He’s finished with JAM. He kicks JAM G in the gut and lifts a knee...but his knee catches metal. The pain only seems to fuel the emperor’s rage. He shoves JAM into a corner and heads that way, stomping his boot into JAM’s midsection. It’s a beat down. Until Helena rushes in, grabbing Claudius from behind and dropping him with a neckbreaker! The crowd pops~

Jones: Helena is back in this! She just dropped Claudius!

Hood: Way to go, JAM G! WAY TO GO

Jones: Whatever Cass said to her friend certainly seemed to help.

~CJ tends to Ball Ball. In the background, we see Sahara back on her feet, recovering from Crash’s assault. She sees CJ tending to Ball Ball and she breaks free, heading that way. CYPH3R tries to stop her but, I mean, seriously. Who’s stopping Sahara? She pushes CJ out of the way and reaches up, grabbing at Ball Ball’s face. Ball Ball yells out. Crash sits up, seeing Sahara assaulting his ally...he pops up and heads over, shoving her away. Sahara’s anger turns to Crash...CJ gets in the way, trying to get them to ‘fooking’ stop. Back inside the ring, Helena is on her feet...took her a bit, she’s still feeling the attack from Claudius and JAM G earlier. JAM steps out of the corner, looking to help Helena...but she grabs his arm and takes him over with an armdrag!! JAM G hits the mat hard. He scrambles to his feet only to catch a drop kick into the chest from Helena! His body shoots back, slamming into the corner behind him. Helena rises to one knee, gaining strength~

Jones: No friends in singles combat, JAM. You gotta learn that, buddy.

Hood: Should’ve stuck with Claudius.

Jones: I’d rather ride with the devil I know rather than the one in disguise.

Hood: There you go, calling Claudius the devil. FUCKING BIASED

~Augustus sits up, holding his neck. Helena returns to her feet. She runs into the corner, lifting a knee into JAM’s midsection, keeping him stuck in the corner. She turns...Claudius is on his feet. She runs at him...he ducks a spinning heel kick! Helena lands on her feet behind the emperor...Augustus spins around, hurriedly...Helena grabs him and hits Supersonics (Codebreaker)!!!! Claudius’ body snaps back and stumbles into the corner with JAM! The two are stacked in the corner! The crowd pops. Meanwhile, outside, CYPH3R ropes Sahara from around the waist, behind...he cautiously tries to drag her away from this apoplectic situation. Sahara tries to get free...Crash continues to yell at her. CYPH3R tells Crash to shut up. CJ turns around and points at CYPH3R, “Don’t you talk to a fookin Parmaount member like that!” Crash stands next to CJ...CYPH3R looks around, feeling like shit’s spiraling out of control~

Jones: The action in the ring is intense and it seems like the action OUTSIDE the ring is catching up.

Hood: All four matches might break out here if we aren’t careful. Tempers are flaring.

Jones: Yea, CYPH3R needs to get Sahara to the other side of the ring area.

Hood: Fuckin women. Always getting the men in trouble.

~Before things can escalate too far, Cass and Ricky head over to help CYPH3R deal with the situation. Some of these people may become enemies in a few moments but, for right now, they’re working together to maintain the peace. CJ sees that the numbers have evened (if not slightly tilted away from his favor) so he waves CYPH3R and the others off like they mean nothing, returning to Crash and calming him down. Back inside the ring, Helena rushes forward, jumping onto Claudius and tossing him over with a Monkey Flip!!! Augustus flips over and lands on his back. Helena rises back to her feet...JAM is still in the corner. She charges forward, leaps up, and tosses him over with a monkey flip!! Claudius returns to his feet...he looks up and JAM G’s body flies into him, taking him down! The fans go wild~

Jones: Look at her go! Now this is some fun offense!

Hood: Why don’t you just hand her your love letter when the match is over...fuckin hell.

Jones: And what a fun name...Helena Handbasket...get it?

Hood: If that’s your way of asking whether or not I’m a fuckin moron…

~Crash checks on Ball, making sure he’s okay. CJ sees that JAM and Claudius are down and a battered Helena is in control. He fires Ball Ball up and slaps him on the ass, “Get in there and win the fookin thing!” Ball Ball hurries forward, leaping onto the apron and jumping over the top rope, into the ring. Helena turns around, feeling the vibrations only to get SMACKED with a big boot to the face! She falls, hitting the mat hard! Ball Ball celebrates by pretending to dribble a ball between his legs as he darts and hops around the ring~

Jones: Ball Ball in control!

Hood: The fuck is he doing.

Jones: It’s Ball Ball.

~JAM G struggles to his feet...Ball Ball stops dribbling...he throws his hand in the air...the goons all yell out “YEEEURRRRRR!!!!” Ball Ball slaps the SHIT out of JAM, knocking him back to the mat. Claudius is next on his feet...Ball Ball throws his hand into the air...another “YEURRRRRRR!!!” from the goons...Ball Ball then slaps Claudius so hard, his body flies into the nearest corner with vicious force. Ball Ball turns around, spotting Helena, who is struggling to her feet. He runs forward...”YEEEUUURRRRRR” go the goons as Ball Ball slaps Helena!! She flies across the ring into a corner. Ball Ball looks...he’s got Helena in a corner. He’s got Claudius in a corner...he runs and hits a BIG SPLASH on Helena. He turns and charges and hits a big splash on Claudius. He turns, runs and splashes Helena again...he turns and splashes Claudius again!! The crowd cheers the fast paced, wild action...the goons going wild, fighting any fan that touches them. CJ and Crash slap the apron, trying to keep Ball Ball focused~

Jones: Ball Ball is on fire! But, he’s going to spend all his energy running around the ring.

Hood: CJ and Crash are trying to explain to him...it takes more than energy to win a match of this magnitude. You need to be focused. You need to have a fuckin plan.

~Ball Ball runs to splash Helena again...but JAM charges in, trying to ram his head into Ball Ball. But Ball Ball catches JAM by the head and shoves back, looking JAM in the eye and waving his index finger in JAM’s face. “No-No,” says Ball Ball. He then rears back and SLAPS JAM to the mat once again! The goons start to throw their seats around, tearing up anything they can get their hands on. JAM is slow to his feet, the slap sending him into another dimension. He turns, facing Ball Ball. Ball Ball leans into the ropes, looking to hit ALLEY OOP!!! He bounces off but trips!!! He stumbles and turns...he sees Sahara! She throws her arms in the air and smiles, acting like it wasn’t her! The fans BOOO!!! Ball Ball dives into the ropes, leaning out through the top and middle rope, yelling at her. He makes some degrading comment...Sahara’s mouth falls open. Her face wears a look of great offense. The goons encourage Ball to keep on. Ball says some more remarks about her body and sexual nature...Sahara’s jaw tightens...she turns around, runs forward and BAM!!! She clocks Ball Ball with a superman punch!!! Ball Ball goes limp...his body tilts out and falls through the ropes to the outside~

Jones: Sahara just knocked Ball Ball out!

Hood: Well, to be fair, he called her nothing but a pair of tits and ass...in so many words.

Jones: Still..this isn’t her match! This isn’t her place!

Hood: Consequences, Jones. Consequences.

~Crash rushes over to check on Ball Ball. CYPH3R is like “Fuck, not again. He, along with Ricky and Cass do their best to keep Sahara separated from Crash...trying to maintain some order. Crash looks up, pointing at Sahara. CJ steps into view, holding his stablemate back, thinking about their matches, no longer worried about Ball Ball. Back inside the ring...Helena gets out of her corner...Claudius rises from his. The two lock eyes and head for each other...a brawl ensues in the center of the ring. Fists flying between a handbasket and an emperor~

Jones: Is the cream rising to the top? The two most confident peronalities in this match taking their lead as we near the end?

Hood: Looks that way.

Jones: Ball Ball is unconscious, thanks to Sahara and JAM G is more than a little bewildered.

~Neither Claudius nor Helena is giving way...it’s impressive, seeing Helena hang tough with Augustus. And then, in the peripheral, we see JAM G! He looks at both of them...he feels used. He runs forward and he head butts Claudius!! The emperor is staggered. JAM G leans back and head butts Helena! She’s staggered. CJ looks up...he sees JAM G close to winning. Something inside of him snaps. JAM G hits the ropes and he dives forward, headbutting Claudius!! The emperor goes down! JAM G hits the ropes...Helena is stumbling...JAM G hits the ropes but CJ hops onto the apron and catches him under the back of his head with a knee!!! JAM G stumbles forward...Helena spins around and she smacks JAM G with Screw U!!!!! JAM G falls to the mat! Helena dives on top for the cover...Scruff slides in~

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3!!!!!

~The bell rings~

Belvedere: Here is your winner and the #1 Contender to the Craze Title...HELENA HANDBASKET!!!!!

Jones: Helena wins! With a big assist from CJ!

Hood: I don’t think CJ was helping her so much as he was screwing JAM G.

Jones: Poor JAM G, looked like his night only for CJ to get in the way and stop him.

Hood: Fuckin weird match, man. Thought the Empeorr had it.

Jones: Claudius and Helena controlled most of the match with Ball Ball firing up late. But, in the end, it’s Helena who receives the title shot thanks in large part to tonight’s stipulation.

Hood: Truth or Consequences, baby.

~Crash is tending to Ball Ball but CJ grabs him and is like, “Bro, it’s time.” Crash looks in the ring and sees Tamika walking up the steps, Craze Title around her waist. Cass helping Helena out while cheering the champion on. Crash inhales. The time has arrived. One, final challenge against the undefeated champion. Claudius has exited the ring and is seated outside, against the barricade, once again fuming over his loss. JAM G is being helped to the back by The Knife Man and other OCW personnel~

Jones: So Claudius is going to stick around. JAM G, on the other hand, is calling it a night.

Hood: Probably not a bad idea. Get out of here before any of those HOW guys show up and beat his ass.

Jones: I have no doubt that’s in the back of his mind.

Hood: Along with a lump from CJ’s knee.

~Cass sets Helena up against the guardrail, handing her some water. Tamika stands in the ring. Crash receives a firm, friendly slap on the back from CJ and he dives in, popping to his feet. The fans cheer...Crash rolls his shoulders, limbers up and steps into Tamika’s personal space. She doesn’t back down. Tamika slowly removes the Craze Title and she shows it to Crash. Crash looks at it and nods. Tamika then hands the title to Scruff who holds it up high. The fans go wild~

Jones: Crash knows what’s at stake here. A title he’s been chasing for three years. It was nearly this day three years ago when he came up short for the first time against Ed Houston.

Hood: So, what’s changed? He lost to Tamika last month...what the hell has he done to make him that much better in such a short time frame?

Jones: She pinned him with a roll up. A very slick and unexpected victory. I think Crash feels like he had it, just lost some focus. That focus might be there this go around.

Hood: Yea? Well good luck. She’s not undefeated for no fuckin reason.

~Scruff hands the title over to Belvedere and he calls for the bell. It rings and we’re underway!! The crowd, on their feet, claps and chants. Crash and Tamika back away from one another...they begin to circle. Cass cheers for Tamika from the outside. CJ is cheering for Crash. CYPH3R has managed to coax Sahara all the way to the front of the ring...complete opposite side from where Ball Ball is laying. Ricky is with them. Tamika and Crash stop circling...they hesitate...their muscles tense up and then...they lock up! Huge ovation! Crash uses his strength to try and bully Tamika back, but she uses her speed and quickness to pull and misdirect Crash. They tangle around the ring a few times before Crash gets frustrated and shoves Tamika away, breaking the lock up. Tamika looks up, smiling. Crash starts to charge at her...but he pauses. He paces. Tamika steps toward him...they begin to circle each other again~

Jones: Crash showing some reservation there. Not going to rush in and fall into one of Tamika’s traps.

Hood: Thirst traps, am I right?!

Jones: Please don’t bring the twitter lingo into this show, Hood.

Hood: You do know preventing inevitability is futile, right?

~Once again, the duo lock up! A strong ovation from the fans. This time it’s Tamika that bullies Crash into the corner...however, once there, Crash ramps up the strength on his end, turning around and shoving Tamika into the buckles! He lifts a knee into her midsection before unleashing three knife edged chops into her chest...the crack knifing through the Truth or Consequences atmosphere. Tamika gasps for air, leaning forward. Crash grabs Tamika and he picks her up, throwing her over, onto her back in the center of the ring! Tamika hits hard, arching her back in pain~

Jones: Crash lured Tamika into HIS trap! His mental game seems to be more on point than last month.

Hood: That was pretty smart. But it’s just the beginning. He’s got a long way to go.

Jones: He’s been chasing this belt for three years. I’m sure he’s got the patience.

~Crash runs up and he kicks Tamika in the back, keeping her down. She rolls over onto all fours...Crash grabs her by the head and pulls her to her feet...he backs her into the ropes...he whips her off but she reverses! Crash sprints, hits the ropes and charges at Tamika...Tamika drops down for Crash to hop over...but Crash jumps up and brings two feet down itno Tamika’s back!! Tamika yells out in pain. The fans wince, some even boo...Crash remains standing on her back. Cass yells, ‘Get off her!’ but Crash won’t. CJ slaps the mat, cheering his Paramount Parmour on~

Jones: Tamika’s back issues have been chronoicled. They almost sidelined her for good.

Hood: Yep and Crash knows that. Dude is wrestling with his fucking brain. Atta boy! That’s what being around CJ will do for ya...he’ll make ya a star!

Jones: I’m sure he’d take credit for making Meyhu and TIO stars.

~Crash drops to a knee, planting it right in Tamika’s spine. She tries to get free but his weight and where it’s positioned is too much. Cass hops onto the apron, concerned for her friend. Crash tries to ignore her. CJ yells from across the ring, “Get that fookin bitch off the apron!” Cass turns around, shouting back at CJ. Crash hears enough...he gets off of Tamika’s back, releasing the pressure he had on her spine and he goes over to Cass, yelling at her to get down. Cass points in his face, yelling back. CJ hustles across the ring...he yanks on Cass’ leg, pulling her off the apron. Cass is pissed. She shoves CJ...he shoves her back! They’re about to come to blows when Tamika rolls Crash up from behind! Both look on~

1!

2!

KICK OUT!

Jones: Tamika rolled Crash up and nearly retained her title!

Hood: Fuckin hell...pay attention, Crash!

Jones: There’s so much going on. So much to keep an eye on...it’s easy to lose focus.

~Crash rolls over the back of his head to a three point stance. Tamika gets to her feet...she lunges for him, but he catches her, spins around and drops her with a Spinebuster!!! Tamika arches her back in pain. Crash rolls her over and, from his knees, he punches her in the back repeatedly. Cass wants to dive in there but she sees CJ...he’s watching her like a hawk. Crash finishes punching Tamika in the spine...he gets to his feet, pulls her up and he locks her in an abdominal stretch...the abdomen feeling immense pressure along with the back~

Jones: Crash has found his focal point. He’s going to try and weaken Tamika’s back to the point she can barely compete.

Hood: Dude came in with a plan. Focused and ready to go. This might be his night.

Jones: It looks rough for Tamika...but she’s faced ghosts, storms, a giant roach. She’s always prevailed and, until she doesn’t, it’s not wise to bet against her.

~Scruff asks Tamika if she wants to give up...but she’s a fuckin Strader so she politely tells Scruff to fuck off. He puts his hands up and backs away. Crash bends and pulls, really working Tamika over. She winces, feeling the pressure in her back. She tries to get free, but can’t. Her movements start to slow...the pain is getting to her. Crash, sensing weakness, quickly breaks the hold, lifts her up high in the air and he brings her crashing down across his knee with a backbreaker!!! Tamika hits the mat, arching her back, pain scribbled all over her face. Crash stands over her...he kicks her onto her front side and he stands on top of her back again. The fans begin to boo~

Jones: I know there’s respect here but Crash is sure going hard into the ‘no mercy’ paint.

Hood: You think Tamika would show him mercy? She’s undefeated, bro. She’ll do WHATEVER it takes to in...something he’s finally learning.

Jones: Cass looks very uncomfortable out there. Tamika is her friend...you have to wonder how long she’ll stand by.

Hood: As long as CJ is watching her, she’ll stay put.

~CJ finally steps off Tamika’s back. She tries to push up...but her body is in so much pain. Crash reaches down, handful of hair, pulls Tamika up and he gets underneath her, lifting her up onto his shoulders into a Torture Rack!!! Crash bends and pulls down, wrecking Tamika’s back over his shoulders and neck. The fans boo! Tamika screams out in pain. Cass hops up onto the apron but CJ is there pulling her back down...again, it seems as though they are going to come to blows when, suddenly, Helena hits the ring! The fans pop! Helena, still in pain from her match, pulls Tamika off of Crash’s shoulders...Crash turns around and he eats a Codebreaker from Helena!!! Crash falls backward, holding his face in pain! The fans go wild!! Helena slides back out of the ring and rounds the corner, standing next to Cass. CJ looks at the two ferocious women and he gives them a finger before slowly retreating around a corner, back to where Ball Ball continues to lay. Let’s hope he isn’t dead~

Jones: Helena had seen enough! She just saved Tamika!

Hood: Great. So the fix is in. Helena knows Tamika’s back is fucked and wants an easy Craze Title match.

Jones: Not at all. There’s an allegiance there, Hood. Helena is doing what she feels is right.

Hood: BAH

~Tamika reaches for the ropes, using them to get to get feet...her back is screaming with pain. She gets to her feet and she leans over the top rope. Helena and Cass both clap and cheer her on. CJ leans under the bottom rope and slaps the mat, yelling at Crash to get up. Crash slowly sits up, holding his face...Tamika heads his way and she sits out with a dropkick into Crash’s face, knocking him backwards! The fans go wild! Tamika holds her back after hitting the mat from the move...she rolls over, getting to her knees, staring up into the New Mexico sky, sucking wind, holding her back~

Jones: Tamika has some control in this match but that back is going to be a problem.

Hood: This match would already be over if she didn’t have that help, though. So don’t try to get me to feel sorry for her.

Jones: I’m not! I’m just calling the action.

~Tamika is a fighter...as we’ve said, she’s a fuckin Strader. She gets to her feet, pushing through the pain. She reaches down and pulls Crash up...she blasts him with a forearm strike and another and another...Crash is reeling into a corner. Tamika climbs to the second rope and she brings her fist down...once, twice, thrice...the fans count along...they get to nine...Tamika rears back for punch #10 and delivers! The fans yell out “TEN!!!” before going wild. Tamika then grabs Crash by the head, pulls him out of the corner, jumps up, spins around and drops him with a Tornado DDT!!! Crash sits up after taking the move for a second before falling back to the mat! The fans are on their feet...Tamika gets back to one knee, resting, catching her breath, holding her back~

Jones: A nice flurry from Tamika. You have to wonder...will that back heal or is it going to be an inconveniece the entire way?

Hood: Backs are tricky, man. Sometimes they work themselves out and other times you’re just fucked.

Jones: Regardless, she’s going to have to fight through it if she wants to remain undefeated and retain her Craze Title.

~Tamika returns to her feet...she’s moving a little better, but still hindered. Crash is on all fours...Tamika snares him by the head and hooks him for what appears to be a stunner...she runs into a corner looking to hit BITCH ON THE RUN. But Crash backs out, pushing Tamika forward. She stands on the middle buckle facing the fans...Crash turns his back to her. Tamika spins around, grabbing her back for a second before leaping off and taking Crash face down to the mat with a Bulldog!!! Crash rises up to his knees, holding his face. Tamika hurries to her feet, feeling more momentum than she’s felt all match. She grabs Crash and drops him with a facebuster!!! Tamika gets to her feet and she gives Crash a swift kick to the ribs...Tamika then drops an elbow across the back of Crash’s neck! The fans go wild as she remains on the mat, leaning up against Crash, sucking wind and working her back, trying to get it loose~

Jones: I Need Your Clothes, Your Boots, and Your Motorcycle!

Hood: Da fuck? You threatening me?

Jones: No! That’s what Tamika calls that series of moves we just witnessed.

Hood: Fuck...I was about to say, I don’t even own a motorcycle. Maybe a schwin. And has there ever been a name for a move more unnecessarily complicated than that one?

Jones: I’m not here to dissect the names of moves.

~Tamika pushes off Crash with her elbows, getting back to her feet. Crash holds the back of his neck...he crawls for the ropes. Tamika leans back, wincing...her back still tight and full of pressure. Crash leans against the middle rope...Tamika kicks the middle rope, sending it ricocheting into Crash’s face! Crash stands up, holding his mouth...Tamika boots him in the gut and hooks him for a Double Arm DDT...but Crash charges forward and bullies Tamika into a corner! Her back SLAMS into the buckles!! She yells out, doubling over in pain...Crash takes a few steps back, holding his neck and rubbing his face~

Jones: And the back injury comes into play once again. Tamika’s momentum stopped just like that.

Hood: Yea, but she’s done some damage to Crash.

Jones: You have to admire her, no doubt. But I’m just not sure she can overcome the back issues she’s facing in this one.

~Crash shakes off the stinging pain and he reaches for Tamika...but she sneaks in a drop toe hold that sends him face first into the top buckle!! Crash leans forward, into the buckle...Tamika rises behind him...Crash turns around and Tamika hits him with a Throat Thrust! Strike right in the throat! Crash stumbles back into the corner, holding his throat in pain. Tamika pulls his hands down and hits him with another one...he coughs, violently, stumbling forward, eyes wide. Tamika grabs his hand, pulls him in and drops him to the mat with Short Arm Clothesline!!! Crash lands hard, coughing, holding his throat~

Jones: Smart striking by Tamika. Hit him in some vulnerable areas to help offset the fact your back is having trouble holding up.

Hood: What’s next? A kick in the dick? A testicle twist? HOW FAR DO WE LET HER GO?

Jones: I’m not the official, Hood. I’m just calling the match.

Hood: You’re pretty fuckin worthless, you know that?

~Crash sits up, continuing to cough. Tamika is all over him, dropping down from behind and hooking a chinlock, right under the chin, really pressing on Crash’s throat. A hold that might normally be considered illegal seems to be fair game at Truth or Consequences. Crash’s eyes widen with his wind supply cut off. He gets to his feet, knowing he’s got to get Tamika off him or she’ll choke him out. She’s attached to him like a backpack, squeezing her arm around his throat. Crash is gasping for air...he tries to flip her over, but can’t...he starts to back walk toward a corner to smash her back into the buckles...but he drops to one knee. The sweat is pouring off of him...his bronze skin is coated with a glaze of persperation. His sides expand and suck in rapidly as he gasps for air. His eyes are heavy...Tamika just might have this~

Jones: She might be close to choking Crash out!

Hood: Choking him out...what a joke!

Jones: Hey, as long as Scruff allows it, it’s legal.

Hood: C’mon, Crash! This might be your last shot! Let’s go!!!

~Scruff leans in to check on Crash...he reaches for the arm. Crash’s eyes are shut...sweat falls from his chin, to the mat. Tamika squeezes and squeezes...we can tell it’s impacting her back, but she won’t relent. She’s going to win this match no matter what. Crash suddenly balls up his fists and he slams them into the mat! CJ claps and yells, “LET’S FOOKIN GO!!” Crash rises to his feet...he can’t breath, his face is losing it’s life and color. Tamika squeezes as hard as she can...she’s all in on this choke hold. Crash gets to his feet...he staggers...he nearly falls...but he finally reaches back and he flips Tamika over!!! Tamika lands on her feet in front of him...Crash gasps for air...he reaches out to grab Tamika but she grabs his head, runs up the ropes, spins over and drops him with BITCH ON THE RUN!!!! The crowd pops!!! Crash is down!!! Tamika crawls on top of him for the pin. Scruff slides in~

1!

2!

3...NO!

Jones: Crash kicked out! That’s the move that put Sadie Ko down!

Hood: Wow, thought that was it. C’mon, Crash! Hang in there!

Jones: Tamika showing us all why she’s undefeated and considered to be, at this point, the Alpha Strader.

~Crash rolls onto his front after kicking out. Tamika reaches for her back...for just a second, continuing to show that it’s still bothering her. But, she fights through and takes Crash’s back...she starts to lock in One Night in Bangkok!! Crash crawls for the ropes, knowing exactly what she’s going for...but the ropes are of no use tonight. Tamika is close to having it locked in...CJ steps forward, to help from the outside but Crash waves him off. CJ curses, but respects his stablemate’s request. Crash pulls his body through the ropes just enough to prevent Tamika from being able to fully lock in her devastating submission finish. She lets it go and stands, backing up...coiled, ready for Crash to get to his feet. Crash looks at CJ...he can tell by CJ’s face that Tamika is waiting. Crash slowly slides out from through the ropes and reaches his feet...he stumbles, acting more hurt than he is...he turns around and Tamika delivers a ROARING ELBOW! She spins around, bringing that elbow with all the force she can muster into Crash’s face...but Crash catches her!! He hugs her, spins around and plants her into the mat with a Belly-to-Belly!!! Tamika yells out...Crash maintains his grip, yanking her off the mat and applying a bearhug in the center of the ring. Scruff rushes in, checking on Tamika~

Jones: Bearhug! Crash has a bearhug!

Hood: This would normally be piss break time but she might have to fuckin tap.

Jones: How much damage can that back stand?

~Tamika tries to get free but she can’t...Crash’s grip is too strong. Cass and Helena both yell out their support for their friend. CJ yells for Crash to keep the pressure on. Crash cranks and squeezes...Tamika, much like Crash, is leaking sweat. The heat and pressure and pain is getting to her. Her arms hang...Crash squeezes...she yells out. Knowing she’s in a lot of trouble, she finally reaches up and rakes Crash across the face! Crash lets go, stumbling back~

Jones: Tamika pulling out all the stops now.

Hood: Aka cheating.

Jones: Again, if you want to be undefeated and a defending champion...you do what you have to do to win.

~Tamika tries to go after him but she can’t. She bends over, clutching her back. Crash shakes off the eye rake and he looks at Tamika, pissed. He pulls her forward and backward...he hooks her head. He’s got her situated for Total Loss(Cross Rhodes)!!!! The fans rise with anticipation. But Tamika reaches out and she grabs Crash by the balls!! Crash lets her go, stumbling back. Tamika, on one knee, turns around and delivers a LOW BLOW!!!! Crash drops to his knees, grimacing with pain. Tamika gets to her feet and she knees him in the face, knocking him to the mat. The fans seem a little surprised...a switch has flipped in Tamika. The ‘do whatever it takes’ switch~

Jones: A champ doing what she has to do to defend her title.

Hood: What a fuckin joke.

Jones: Scruff’s letting it all go tonight so there’s no hating on it. It’s all fair game.

Hood: WEAK ASS BOOKING

~Tamika holds her back as she reaches for and grabs one of Crash’s legs. She grabs the other, holding both up...Crash is in the most vulnerable spot a non-eunuch male can be in. She looks down at him...Crash looks up at her...there’s almost a silent negotiation going on. “Please, Don’t” Crash is asking. Tamika responding, “I’m sorry. I have to.” She looks out to the crowd...a mixed reaction. They just don’t understand what it takes to be a champion~

Jones: Back Alley Vasectomy! We’ve yet to see this, to my knowledge. It’s truly a desperation moment for Tamika.

Hood: Oh, so you’re saying she can’t beat the game the right way so she’s utilizing a cheat code? WEAK ASS

Jones: Crash had better get out of this or there’ll be no Smash or Slash or Hash Rodriguez.

~Tamika pulls Crash’s legs as far apart as she can...she then slings them outward, trying to rip his groin apart!! Crash yells out! Tamika lets the legs go...she reaches for her back, it tweaked a bit from the strain. She recovers and jumps up, extending both legs, bringing them down onto Crash’s package...but Crash gets his knees up!!! She lands on his knees and she is sent backward, her back landing on the mat!!! An ordinary bump feels like being tossed off a scaffold!! She’s wrecked with pain!! Crash rolls over, curling up, his groin possibly torn~

Jones: Crash narrowly, narrowly averted defeat.

Hood: Yea, but Bash might now be an only child. Not a terrilbe fate, to be honest. He gets all the toys. Assuming Crash can actually win something and afford the finer things in life.

Jones: Rude

~Tamika rolls over onto her knees, reaching for her back...she grips at the mat with her nails, digging into it. The pain is excruciating. Crash crawls into a corner, grabbing the middle rope with one hand, holding his groin with the other. Tamika sees the weakness in Crash...her eyes are strained with determination...she fires up, breathing picking up...she gets to her feet and yells out...the fans get behind her once again. She charges in and leaps wildly into the air...but Crash moves!! Tamika’s head SLAMS into the top buckle. Crash gets to his feet...he kicks Tamika in the gut, spins her around and he drops her swifly with Total Loss!!!! The crowd pops for the move!! Cass and Helena look on shocked! CJ pumps his fist with confidence. Crash fights through the pain in his groin...he throws his body on top of Tamika and Scruff slides in...the fans count along~

1!

2!

3!!!

NO!!!

Jones: Tamika kicked out! That Strader fighting spirit is unbeatable!

Hood: Maybe. Crash just dropped an aging veteran on her pretty much broken back with his finisher and he covered her quickly and she STILL kicked out.

Jones: Crash has to be wondering...is this for him? Is this hunt for the Craze Title merely a wild goose chase?

~Crash sits up, devastated. He back slides into a corner, holding his groin. He looks at Tamika...she looks defeated. But, her inability to be pinned would tell a different story. Self-doubt creeps into Crash’s psyche. His failures against Ed, Sadie, and Tamika last month. His inability to get over that Craze Title wall. Maybe he isn’t good enough? He looks out into the crowd and spots some wild fan who brought his infant along...I guess it’s good to get them started early. He’s wearing a ‘bash’ t-shirt. Crash wells up with motivation...he’s fighting for more than just himself. He reaches up, snaring the top rope and getting to his feet, fighting through an injured groin~

Jones: Crash staying focused. They say the darkest is right before dawn...don’t let the bleak outlook fool you, Crash.

Hood: Keep your head in the game, man. You’re so close!

Jones: Meanwhile, Tamika remains a major hurdle. Crash is full of passion right now but it’s going to take more than that to keep her down...if she can be kept down.

Hood: We haven’t seen her defeated in any format yet. She may be unbeatable in OCW.

~Crash heads for Tamika, he’s limping...but he’s not going to let that stop him. He pulls her off the mat...she reaches for her back. She lunges upward with a low blow but Crash dodges it!! Tamika swings upward, wildly missing. Crash grabs her from behind and hooks her around the waist...but she throws a mule kick back into his groin!!! Crash doubles over, feeling more pain than he can remember experiencing in a match...it’s tough to fight through...easy to succumb. Tamika looks at Crash and she yells out! The Strader diehards yell back! Cass and Helena slap the mat, urging her on...CJ leans forward, coiled, nervous. Strader grabs Crash by the head and she pulls him toward the corner~

Jones: Bitch on the Run! If it can defeat a ghost, I guess it can defeat a Crash.

Hood: I guess having a dick and balls is a fuckin handicap these days.

Jones: It is certainly a target in no dq matches.

~Tamika runs up the corner for BITCH ON THE RUN!!! But Crash pushes her off mid move, when she’s in the air!! He catches her on the way down, she’s across his back...he stumbles back and drops her on her head, center of the ring with CRASH LANDING!!! He holds on for the pin!! Scruff slides in!!~

1!

2!

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3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

~The bell rings! The crowd pops for Crash!

Belvedere: Here is your winner...AND THE NEW OCW CRAZE CHAMPION...CRASH RODRIGUEZ!!!!!

Jones: He did it!!! Crash did it!

Hood: Fucking finally!!!

Jones: He dropped Tamika on her head with Crash Landing after breaking out of Bitch on the Run to secure the win!! What a match! What a moment!

~Crash looks up...he can’t believe it. CJ hits the ring, putting his arm around his stablemate, congratulating him while also making sure nobody hits the ring to attack. Tamika lays on her back...her arms seized up. Cass and Helena enter to check on her. Scruff is handed the belt by Belvedere...he hands it to Crash...Crash grabs it and stares into the title, seeing his reflection. It’s an emotional moment...CJ helps him toward the ropes and out of the ring where Crash heads toward a corner at ringsdie, taking a knee with the belt tucked close. CJ stands watch, letting Crash have his moment, uninterrupted. Helena and Cass, meanwhile, help a very pained Tamika out of the ring...she puts her arms around both competitors as they place her back against the barricade where she slowly slides to the ground, hanging her head both in pain and defeat...they do their best to talk her up~

Jones: And Tamika’s reign has come to an end. She won that belt back in March and wore it proudly until July. What a run.

Hood: Quite possibly the greatest Craze Title run in OCW history.

Jones: No question about it.

~CYPH3R is seen for the first time in awhile. He looks over at Sahara and then at Ricky. The two acknowledge one another...realizing it’s time to go to war. Ricky slides into the ring to a huge ovation. These fans are excited to see Ricky in an OCW ring again. Sahara slowly marches up the steps, entering the ring. They wait for Cass. Helena taps Cass on the shoulder and points in the ring...she looks up and, like Crash earlier, feels that course of anxiety rushing through her...her number has been called. She stands and gets a hug from Helena before sliding into the ring~

Jones: And these three immensely talented competitors will do battle for a TransAtlantic Title shot.

Hood: Ricky has kept his nose clean the entire time he’s been out here. Sahara, well she hates Ball Ball. And Cass clearly had Helena and Tamika’s backs.

Jones: Yep a kindness I’m sure she’ll receive in turn. I gotta say, though, this match is one I might be the most excited for...all three of these wrestlers have main event potential.

Hood: So glad Ricky is back.

~Scruff looks around...all three competitors are in the ring...he’s about ready to start it when Sahara tells him to wait a minute. She asks for a mic...the fans murmur...what is she up to? Sahara is handed a mic and she speaks. The fans feel as if they’re on the verge of booing...the action has been consistent and entertaining...this break is frustrating~

Sahara: As you all know my husband, the great Thaddeus Duke is off fulfilling other obligations tonight. And, thus, has put ME in charge. Ever since we entered OCW this place has returned to form. It’s not a stretch to say that the Dukes have resurrected this great promotion.

~Annnnd here come the boos~

Sahara: So, in an act that I’m sure my husband would approve of...to ensure that OCW stays the hottest promotion in the sport. Knowing that the Duke name carries all the weight in OCW, I have decided to cancel the TransAtlantic Contenders match and award myself with the win.

~The fans are like ‘What the actual FUCK?’ They are too stunned to boo...for the moment~

Sahara: After all, we wouldn’t want OCW’s most precious wrestler getting injured before my title match, right? I thought so.

~BOOOOOOOOO~

Sahara: You people really don’t know what’s good for you. Can you not see what the Duke name has done for this place?

~MORE BOOOOS. Ricky looks at Cass like, ‘is she serious?’ Cass shrugs~

Sahara: Security! I want you all out here right now.

~The place has gone apoplectic...boos that might make JPD jealous. The entire OCW security staff hit ringside. Sahara motions for them to hit the ring...they do~

Sahara: I want you to take Ricky and Cass to the back. They are no longer needed out here. Take them to catering so they can celebrate my win.

~BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! Security is confused but, whatever, the Duke name is on their check stub. So, they grab Ricky and Cass and start to drag them from the ring. Cass is yelling, confused...she wants to fight. Ricky is pissed, pointing at Sahara, angered beyond belief at this shit she’s pulling. Sahara just laughs~

Sahara: That’s okay. You two will thank me later when your pay is double what it is now.

~She looks into the hard camera~

Sahara: The Dukes are money. The Dukes are OCW. This is what’s best for business, don’t forget that. Now, get CYPH3R and CJ in the ring so I can see who my opponent is going to be.

~Sahara drops the mic to unrivaled booing! She’s taken a major match away from these fans. A highly promoted match. She’s abused her power to give herself a title shot! Ricky and Cass are physically escorted back into the hangar, it’s apparent that they are done for the evening. Sahara has a few security members hang back to guard her...the place is about to riot...she’s gonna need some muscle~

Jones: This is a joke. Absolutely sickening. She just STOLE a career defining opportunity from Cass and Ricky.

Hood: I like it. Everything she said makes sense. This place has grown so much since the Dukes joined. What could possibly be better for business then Sahara as a champion?

Jones: But she has to EARN it Hood. This is the type of shit other promotions pull...NOT OCW.

Hood: Yea? Well maybe we sould START pulling these stunts more often.

Jones: Ugh, I just hate it. I hate it.

~CJ laughs. He finds it comical. So long as it isn’t his night that’s being ruined. He hops onto the apron and enters into the ring. He heads over where Sahara and the guards are. CYPH3R is nearby...CJ points down and motions for CYPH3R to get into the ring. CYPH3R smirks and slowly heads up the steps, title over his shoulder. He enters and stares at CJ...CJ bounces around, tons of energy while CYPH3R is just stoic and as relaxed as he can be. He hands the title over and Scruff holds it high...the crowd pops~

Jones: And here we go! The final match of tonight’s first half! Will CYPH3R retain or will CJ O’Donnell capture his first OCW singles belt!

Hood: I’m curious to see what all these people around the ring do. You know they all have an interest...especially Sahara.

Jones: Yep, and she’s got the backing to make a serious impact.

Hood: Hell, she could just end the match now.

~Scruff hands the title off to Belvedere and the bell sounds! The fans go wild!! CJ charges in at CYPH3R but CYPH3R ducks! CJ finds the corner, stopping short...he turns around and gets a roundhouse kick to the side of the head!! CJ stumbles into the ropes. CYPH3R kicks him in the ribs, sending CJ through the ropes and onto the apron. The fans pop. CJ scrambles, reaching for the ropes, trying to his feet...he does...CYPH3R grabs the top rope and he throws a kick into CJ’s face knocking him off the apron and into the barricade!! CJ hits hard! He leans back, wincing in pain. The CRAZE CHAMPION, Crash Rodriguez steps into view, still limping...his groin bothering him. But he checks on CJ. CYPH3R stands back, smirking~

Jones: CYPH3R’s confidence is off the charts. It’s like Dean said earlier in the show...it’s effortless for this man.

Hood: Yea, well it’s easy until it’s not.

Jones: You think he goes down tonight?

Hood: Tamika did...maybe this is one of those wild nights where ALL the champions lose.

~As Crash is checking on CJ we see, in the background, Ball Ball sit up!! The GOONS go wild! He’s not dead!! Ball Ball returns to his feet, bewildered, looking around...he sees Crash and heads that way. Crash informs him of what’s gone on while he’s been out. Ball Ball listens. Ball Ball understands...he helps Crash get CJ off the barricade and they rub his shoulders, getting him back to neutral. The fans BOOO!! CYPH3R folds his arms, wondering how long this is going to take. Helena heads that way...she rounds the corner and yells at them, “Hurry up!” CJ flips her the bird. She glares back at him. Crash tells CJ to ignore her and to pay attention...he shoves CJ forward and CJ slides back into the ring. CYPH3R rushes to stomp on him...he gets a few kicks in but CJ manages to fight through them, to his feet...he starts to punch CYPH3R...CYPH3R punches back...but CJ’s punches are way more effective! He’s got CYPH3R stumbling back, into the ropes...CJ reaches back with an uppercut!!! CYPH3R flips over the top rope and onto the apron...he, like CJ, scrambles to his feet only to get socked in the jaw! He flies off the apron, crashing near the bottom of the ramp. Helena rushes over to check on him. As does Sahara. The two women aid CYPH3R like Crash and Ball Ball aided CJ~

Jones: Battle lines being drawn for the main event of Part 1. Crash and Ball Ball are in CJ’s corner. Helena and Sahara are in CYPH3R’s corner. No word yet on Tamika or Claudius.

Hood: I mean, I’d rather have CYPH3R’s corner. Helena is a winner...and Sahara has ULTIMATE POWER.

Jones: That’s true. She’s already shown she’s not afraid to abuse...err...I mean USE her power.

Hood: That’s right, you better watch what you say.

~CYPH3R is on his feet. Sahara mentions sending her security in there to beat up CJ. But CYPH3R doesn’t want that...he’s confident he can do it without their help. Sahara holds off. CYPH3R marches up the steps...CJ smiles, fists up… “Let’s go, nerd!” he yells at the computer guru. CYPH3R smirks, not the first time he’s been called that. He steps through the ropes...CJ rushes! He punches CYPH3R in the back, the fists hard fast and heavy. He straights CYPH3R up and starts to work the body...jabs to the ribcage. CYPH3R lifts a knee!! CJ is staggered...CYPH3R throws a kick! SMACK! Right into CJ’s side...CJ stumbles toward the center of the ring. CYPH3R delivers a bicycle kick, smacking CJ in the face! He stumbles all the way back into the opposite corner! The fans cheer! CYPH3R holds his body...CJ holds his face...the two exchange looks...they know what’s up~

Jones: CYPH3R has the kicks. CJ has the fists.

Hood: Man, I still gotta side with CYPH3R. Kicks pack more punch than hits.

Jones: Yea, but punches are quicker than kicks. Advantage CJ.

Hood: That’s true. One quick left hook and CYPH3R’s out.

~CJ rises out of the corner...he has his fists up...CYPH3R is positioned to throw a kick...they circle each other, each man looking for a weakness. Ball Ball and Crash cheer for CJ while Sahara and Helena cheer for CYPH3R. CYPH3R throws a body kick but CJ catches the leg! CJ lunges forward with a punch but CYPH3R moves!! CJ stumbles forward...he spins around and CYPH3R throws a spinning heel kick!!! But CJ catches the leg and he tosses CYPH3R over with a Capture Suplex!!! CYPH3R lands hard! Crash cheers...so does Ball Ball...and, so do the goons. CYPH3R is thrown...he tries to get up, but the impact hurt. CJ is on top of him, quick. He slams some forearms into the side of CYPH3R’s head, while the TA champ is on all fours. He then pulls him up and delivers a HUGE forearm uppercut! CYPH3R’s body shoots back into a corner. CJ runs in and he knees CYPH3R in the gut...he drags him out of the corner and straightens him up before slugging him in the face. CYPH3R falls to the mat!~

Jones: CJ pummeling CYPH3R right now. The fists are beating the kicks!

Hood: Sahara doesn’t look happy.

Jones: Yea, that’s not good. Can somebody tell her we’ve got shrimp back in catering? Keep her from ruining this match.

Hood: I’m telling her you said that!!!

~CJ drops to his knees where he starts to assault CYPH3R with right hands to the head. The fans grow irate, wanting him to stop. The goons get angry and start fighting the fans again. CJ finally stops and gets to one knee, leaving CYPH3R on the mat. CJ stands and yells, “Is that all you got?!” He stomps on CYPH3R, keeping him down. “Pathetic,” CJ says, throwing in a wink. He points at Sahara, “I’ll see you soon.” Sahara’s eyes widen. She takes offense to that. She grabs her security team and points at the ring. Helena stands back...this isn’t her fight. The security members hit the ring...there’s four of them...they get in and they start attacking CJ! CJ tries to fight them off...but there’s too many of them...they take him down and punch and kick CJ~

Jones: And here we go. She’s got her security team ensuring CYPH3R wins.

Hood: This is some BULLSHIT!

Jones: I’m not CJ fan but, yea, I don’t like this.

~Crash tries to get into the ring...but his groin prevents him from climbing on the apron. He stumbles back. Ball Ball check son him. Sahara sees Ball Ball and she scowls...she yells at her team, “When you’re done with him, I want you to KILL Ball Ball!” One of them nods before resuming stomping on CJ. Sahara looks on, admiring the work they are doing...she feels a presence behind her. Her brow furrows...she turns around and is staring straight up into the face of CLAUDIUS AUGUSTUS~

Jones: The emperor! He’s remained out here recovering from his loss!

Hood: Oh man. Oh man. OH MAN! She bit his dick, remember?

Jones: That she did and I can PROMISE you HE remembers.

~Sahara yells out for her security...they turn and see their boss in trouble. They hurry to exit. Claudius boots Sahara in the gut...he brings her in, lifts her up and drops her with THE GLADIUS!!!! Sahara goes limp! Augustus pops to his feet, glaring down at Sahara...revenge for biting the roman empire’s most powerful penis. Security rushes forward...Claudius backs up...his job is done. He turns and heads back toward the hangar. The security team checks on Sahara...there’s a major vibe permeating between them...the ‘Oh shit we are fucked’ vibe. They gently pick her up and carry her from ringside to the back...Helena looks on. Crash looks up at Ball Ball. Ball Ball is very relieved that security isn’t going to murder him~

Jones: Claudius, in an act for revenge, might have spared this match!

Hood: Damn. Sahara’s night was going so well.

Jones: Yea, she’s going to be very, very angry. She may shut this whole show down when she wakes up.

Hood: That would be the most Classic OCW thing ever.

~Back in the ring, CYPH3R gets to his feet. He sees CJ down. He knows he didn’t do it...but he doesn’t care. He heads forward and stomps on CJ. CJ flattens out, on his back. CYPH3R backs into a corner...he pulls himself up on the second rope and leaps off with a double foot stomp into CJ’s chest!! CJ sits up, holding his chest, grimacing. CYPH3R hovers over for a quick pin attempt~

1!

KICK OUT!

Jones: Not even close. CJ isn’t going to relent that easily.

Hood: Nope.

~CYPH3R hits CJ with a few solid punches, making sure he stays down and under control. The Superior Design gets to his feet and he brings CJ along. He stings CJ’s chest with a few chops, sending The Distinguished stumbling into a corner. CYPH3R takes a few steps back before charging in with a running knee stike! SMACK! Right in the face. CJ leans forward, looking like he might be out on his feet. CYPH3R grabs him by the head and he spins around, dropping CJ with a Spinning DDT!!! CJ flattens out and, once again, CYPH3R goes for the pin. Scruff slides in~

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2!

KICK OUT!

Jones: Okay, that was closer.

Hood: Fuck. Cj’s in trouble.

Jones: Yep, a fact Crash and Ball Ball seem extremely aware of.

~Crash looks nervous...he pulls Ball Ball in close, discussing strategy. Helena keeps a close watch on the two. Tamika, meanwhile, remeans seated, resting her back against the guardrail. CYPH3R exhales, looking down at CJ. Okay, more work. Fine. He returns to his feet and stands, poised...waiting for CJ. CJ starts to recover...he gets to his feet and stumbles around. CYPH3R spins around, unleashing his Toxic Kick (Black Mass)!!! SMACK!! CJ goes limp, falling to his side!! The crowd pops!! Crash throws his hands in the air...he seems to disregard their plan and he motions for Ball Ball to spring into action. CYPH3R covers CJ...Scruff slides in~

1!

2!

NO!!

Jones: Ball Ball just pulls CYPH3R off of CJ!

Hood: Man, that might’ve been a three count.

Jones: Maybe, maybe not...but Crash wasn’t willing to take that chance. He sent Ball Ball into action.

~Helena rounds the corner, angry. Crash rises up...they get in each other’s face. Helena threatens to knee Crash in the groin...Crash threatens back. Ball Ball looks on. As he does, CYPH3R throws a kick through the ropes, hitting Ball Ball in the face!! Ball Ball falls into the barricade, knocked silly. Crash stops arguing and he turns to Ball Ball, heading over to help...he waves Helena off like, “Get the fuck outta here.” Helena returns to her side of the ring, keeping a closer watch on things. CYPH3R laughs at Ball Ball before returning to his feet. CJ is on all fours...CYPH3R grabs him by the hair, yanking him up...but CJ punches CYPH3R in the midsection!!! CYPH3R staggers back, the wind knocked from his lungs. CJ stands...he stumbles around. CYPH3R springs back into action...he throws Boom, Headshot (Superkick)!!!! But CJ dodges the kick and he grabs CYPH3R around the waist...he picks the TransAtlantic Champion up and drops him on his head with a German Suplex!!~

Jones: CJ is fighting his way back into this!

Hood: Man, it’s not often CJ gets to fight a guy smaller than him. Probably enjoying it.

Jones: Yea, I’d imagine he is...so long as he isn’t getting kicked in the face.

Hood: Or beaten up by OCW security.

Jones: Yea, that too.

~CJ holds on! It looks like he’s determined to hit more than one of these...he gets back to his feet, holding CYPH3R by the waist…he lifts CYPH3R up and he drops him with another German Suplex! BAM! Right on CYPH3R’s head. CJ rests, he won’t let CYPH3R go. CYPH3R isn’t giving much resistance...the two throws have the TransAtlantic Champion swimming. CJ pulls him back up...they get to their feet and CJ lifts him up and drops him AGAIN! A third time!! CJ won’t let go. CJ’s breathing heavy now, as is CYPH3R. Both men starting to really sweat. An event in New Mexico in July. CLASSIC OCW, BABY. CJ grunts and gets back to his feet...CYPH3R is nearly dead weight at this point...CJ gets him up and he tosses him over with a FOURTH German Suplex!!! BOOM!!! CJ is down, gasping for air...CYPH3R is almost on top of him...CJ’s grip remains. CYPH3R looks out...CJ rolls over...he holds on...he’s fighting to his feet...he’s going for ANOTHER ONE. He struggles...his legs nearly giving out...but he gets to his feet...he yells, rearing back with all his strength. He pulls he pulls and he pulls and he gets CYPH3R up and over and BAM!!! Right on his head!!! The crowd applauds the effort. CJ FINALLY lets CYPH3R go...CYPH3R comes to rest front down on the mat...his face turned sideways, his eyes shut...his body rising up and down rapidly, gasping for air. CJ is on his back, staring up into the sky, gasping for wind~

Jones: If there’s one word you can use to describe CJ it’s determination.

Hood: No shit. Five consecutive German Suplexes in this heat. That’s insane.

Jones: Especially when you consider the punishment he’s already absorbed. If this were all about HEART, CJ would be in the hall of fame.

Hood: I can’t argue that.

~CJ slowly rolls over onto all fours. He pushes himself up to a kneeled position. He leans forward, shaking the sweat from his head, it flies around like a dude that’s just emerged from a swimming pool. He gets to his feet and leans into the ropes. Ball Ball’s hand reaches up, wanting a high five. CJ is tired, but not too tired to give Ball Ball a high five. CYPH3R remains down. CJ heads that way...can’t stop, won’t stop. He pulls CYPH3R up and delivers a few quick forearm shots before blasting CYPH3R with a forearm uppercut!!! CYPH3R’s body flies back into the ropes...he stumbles forward and CJ throws a kick...but CYPH3R catches the leg and he spins CJ around...CJ spins around right into a DISCUS LARIAT!!!! CYPH3R turns inside out before landing on his back! The crowd pops from the unexpected impact!! CJ falls on top of CYPH3R for the pin!! Scruff counts~

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2!

3...NO!

Jones: CYPH3R with the Shoulder Up!

Hood: Fuckin close. CJ’s getting there, man. He’s getting there!

Jones: Somehow he’s wrangled control of this match. Determination, Hood. It’ll get you everywhere.

~CJ slaps at the mat...he looks at Scruff, disappointed. But, Scruff holds up two fingers. CJ returns to his feet...in the background we see Helena, gripping her hair with both hands, nervous. CJ backs up against the ropes near Helena...he waits for CYPH3R. CYPH3R rolls onto all fours. CJ nods...his feet start to shuffle...he nods...he motions for CYPH3R to get up~

Jones: Irish Knowledge! Here we go!

Hood: He hits this and it’s OVER

~CYPH3R reaches his feet, stumbling. CJ starts to take off for Irish Knowledge...but Helena reaches in, grabbing his leg. CJ looks down like ‘what the fook!’ and rips his leg free! Ball Ball comes flying into view with a tomahawk dunk right into Helena’s head! She falls to the ground!! Ball Ball stomps on her...CJ turns his focus back to CYPH3R and he runs forward with IRISH KNOWLEDGE!! But CYPH3R dodges!!! CJ turns around and BOOM, HEADSHOT!!!! CJ’s body goes stiff as he falls to the mat! CYPH3R falls face first to the mat! Both men are down as the fans stand and applaud...the back and forth action drawing them in~

Jones: Helena’s interference might have cost CJ there!

Hood: Might have! It did!

Jones: Regardless...CYPH3R was able to avoid certain defeat only to smack CJ in the face with his patented superkick! Both men are down...who will get to their feet first...who is going to claim the TransAtlantic Championship?!

~CJ sits up, shaking the kick off...he back slides into a corner, remaining seated. CYPH3R pushes up onto his knees. He looks over at CJ. CJ looks back at him. CJ pulls himself up. CYPH3R fights to his feet...these men aren’t done and they aren’t about to back down. CJ rushes at CYPH3R with a superman punch but CYPH3R ducks and hooks CJ around the waist...CJ throws a flurry of back elbows, smacking CYPH3R in the face...CYPH3R is staggered...CJ spins around with another Superman Punch but CYPH3R greets him with a side kick into the face!!! CJ stumbles back, wounded. CYPH3R lunges forward with another BOOM, HEADSHOT! But CJ ducks it...CJ turns around only to get SMACKED with a Yakuza Kick!!! CJ falls to his knees...he’s dazed...CYPH3R hits the ropes, bounces off and he cracks CJ in the head with Download Complete (Kinshasaa)!!! CJ crumbles to the mat! CYPH3R makes the cover~

1!

2!

KICK OUT!

Jones: CJ refuses to stay down.

Hood: All heart, baby! All heart!

Jones: CYPH3R is beginning to realize he’s facing the biggest challenge of his career. He’s going to have to dig deeper than ever if he wants to keep CJ down.

Hood: I mean, let’s be honest. CJ is a fuckin legend...a legend at the top of his game.

~Outside the ring, Ball Ball has finished with Helena...the Craze #1 Contender is crawling toward the steps, trying to recover. Ball Ball stands next to Crash...they wonder if they should hit the ring. It feels like CJ needs them. We cut to Tamika and...she’s gone~

Jones: Uh, where’s Tamika?

Hood: What, she moved?

Jones: Yes! I don’t see her anywhere!

~CYPH3R looks up, on his knees...he starts to protest but he clinches his fist and holds his tongue. He stands and kicks at CJ, trying to get him up. CJ fights off the arrogant, annoying kicks to the head and body...he gets to his feet and CYPH3R sends him right back to his knees with a roundhouse kick!!! CJ is down, looking up at CYPH3R. CYPH3R informs CJ that it’s over. CYPH3R turns and he hits the ropes...but, as he does, SMASH!!!! He gets BLASTED in the face with his own TransAtlantic Title from Tamika Strader!!!! CYPH3R starts to fall backward...CJ catches him and rolls him up!!! The crowd counts along as Scruff slides in~

1!

2!

3!!!

NO!

Jones: SHOULDER UP!!!

Hood: CYPH3R survives, BARELY

Jones: And what is Tamika doing? She attacked CYPH3R!

Hood: That’s Veronica’s old belt. The Straders LOVE that belt and some have said they feel CYPH3R isn’t worthy of the prestige the Strader’s put into it.

Jones: Well that’s not UP to them. That belt was no longer their’s when Dan beat Veronica at Big Game Hunting.

~CJ rises to his feet...he stumbles back into the ropes, still worn the fuck out by CYPH3R’s offense. CYPH3R gets to both knees, he leans forward, holding his head. Tamika looks on, holding the TA belt...she looks ready to get back in there despite her back still limiting her severely. But, she is deterred when someone RIPS the title from her hands. She turns around and sees Helena! Helena has the TA title and she says, “This is not yours!” Tamika lunges for it...but Helena grabs Tamika and shoves her aside...the combination of Tamika’s forward movement and Helena’s pull send her flying, back first into the guardrail!! Helena looks on like,’ Oh shit.’ Tamika lands on the ground, reaching for her back, slowly rolling over, face down. Helena definitely has a look in her eye that indicates she might have fucked up. She slowly backs away, leaving the injured Tamika. Crash and Ball Ball look at each other and exchange a ‘yikes’ look~

Jones: Helena doing the right thing but, in the process, inadvertently increased the injury to Tamika’s back.

Hood: Yea, I mean Helena’s been sort of an ally, right? At least she was helping Tamika against Crash. But, dude...like you’ve got Veronica. You’ve got John Nash. You’ve got Meghan, even though she’s really ill at the moment. Victoria is back. And, you’ve got John Nash. The Strader’s are royalty in OCW and they run in a pack. Helena probably knows she’s gotta answer for what she just did.

Jones: A problem for tomorrow. Tonight, she’s an ally of CYPH3R and she’s doing what she can to ensure that this match goes his way.

~CJ looks over at CYPH3R...he’s bending over at the waist, while on his knees. Ball Ball and Crash tell CJ to knee his head off! CJ charges forward with IRISH KNOWLEDGE!!! But CYPH3R rises up and hoists CJ onto his shoulders!! The crowd goes wild with excitement! He’s got him in position for Game Over (GTS)!!!! CYPH3R tosses CJ into the air and he connects!!! CJ falls to the mat, unconscious!!!~

Jones: Game Over! Game Over!

Hood: Ah shit!

~Ball Ball hits the ring! He runs forward and slaps CYPH3R in the head before he can cover CJ! CYPH3R goes flying into the ropes, through them, and landing on the apron. Helena hits the ring. She uses the belt to blast Ball Ball in the face!!! Ball Ball reels backward and Helena belt shots him over the top rope and to the floor!! Ball Ball is out!~

Jones: It’s broken down! No holds barred...nothing held back! Everybody giving it their all to ensure their preferred wrestler wins!

Hood: Mother fucking madness.

~Helena turns around to exit but she runs into CRASH! Crash pummels her with lefts and rights!! Helena drops the TA title. Crash has Helena reeling against the ropes...he removes the Craze Title from his waist and shows it to her...”As a wise man once said...you want a title shot? HERE YA GO!” BLAST!!! He crushes Helena’s face with the Craze Belt!! Her body flies over the top rope, slamming outside near Ball Ball! The fans pop for the violence! Crash hold shis CRAZE TITLE up high to a strong ovation...he then turns around and SMACK! CYPH3R kicks him right in the dick!!! Crash leans forward...his injured groin getting re-injured by CYPH3R and his strong kicks. CYPH3R grabs Crash and he throws him out of the ring. Crash lands hard, still holding onto his Craze Title. CYPH3R turns for CJ but BOOM! Belt shot to the head! CJ hits CYPH3R in the face with his title belt once more!!! CYPH3R collapses to the mat! CJ makes the cover...Scruff slides in~

1!

2!

…

NO!

Jones: CYPH3R lives!

Hood: Wow wow wow!!!

Jones: A shoulder up at the last second!

~CJ yells, “FOOK!” He wants to hit Scruff so bad, but he holds back. He must stay focused...STAY FOCUSED. He pulls CYPH3R up and knees him in the gut...CYPH3R staggers around, doubled over. CJ runs forward trying Irish Knowledge once again!!! But CYPH3R, again, catches CJ and stands up, looking to hit GAME OVER!!! CJ elbows CYPH3R in the side of the head...the champ staggers and loses his grip...CJ drops down behind CYPH3R...CYPH3R turns around and SMACK! He gets blasted in the face with a flying knee! CYPH3R stumbles around...CJ leaps up and he wraps his legs around CYPH3R, taking him over with a Frankensteiner!!! He grabs both of CYPH3R’s legs and leans forward with the pin!!! Scruff slides in~

1!

2!

…

3!!!!

NO!!

Jones: I can’t believe it! CYPH3R survives again!

Hood: CJ might need a gun.

Jones: Hey, this ain’t MURDERHAUS

Hood: Tell that to Killian Neville...or whoever that new guy is.

~CJ falls onto all fours...he can’t believe it. He pounds the mat with his fist...for the first time he looks like doubt might be creeping in. The iron will of CJ perhaps showing some rust. CYPH3R pulls himself to his feet...he staggers around, it’s unclear how this dude is still functioning...but he is. CJ gets to his feet and he approaches CYPH3R...he punches CYPH3R in the face, flippantly. More annoyance than anything else...CYPH3R falls back...into the ropes...he ricochets off but then lunges out of nowhere with Cutscene (Shining Wizard)!!!! CJ goes down!!!! CYPH3R teeters...he falls...but he falls away from CJ! Scruff bounces around, waiting for CYPH3R to make a pin...but CYPH3R is face down on the mat~

Jones: CYPH3R just hit his OTHER finisher...but he can’t capitalize. He was acting purely out of instinct.

Hood: This is fuckin nuts. Best TransAtlantic Title match ever?

Jones: It might be!

~CYPH3R looks up...he sees CJ down. His fatigued body drags himself closer and closer...he throws his arm over CJ. Scruff slides in with the count~

1!

2!

NO!!!

Jones: CJ with the shoulder up!

Hood: Damn...it took CYPH3R too long!

Jones: That it did. I don’t know what he’s gonna do now. That was a rabbit out of a hat. CJ’s been pulling away here late.

~CYPH3R rolls off of CJ...he gets to his knees. CJ rolls toward the ropes. CYPH3R catches CJ from his peripheral. He curses...the irish dude just won’t fuckin quit. He struggles, but gets to his feet. CJ, holding onto the ropes, pulls himself up. CYPH3R spins around and he catches CJ in the head with another Toxic Kick!!! CJ falls to his knees. CYPH3R steps back and he runs forward with CUTSCENE!!!! But CJ catches his leg!!!! CJ rises, holding onto CYPH3R’s leg...he grabs his other one, sending CYPH3R to the mat!! The fans are on their feet!!! CYPH3R’s in trouble!!! CJ falls back with a catapult!!! CYPH3R flies toward the corner….but he lands on the second buckle. CJ gets to his feet and turns around...CYPH3R leaps off the second buckle...he turns in the air and CUTSCENE!!! He nails it!!! CJ falls to the mat!! CYPH3R makes the cover!! The fans count along!~

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2!

3!!!!!!!!!!!!!

~The bell rings~

Belvedere: Here is your winner...AND STILL OCW TRANSATLANTIC CHAMPION…CYPH3R!!!!!

Jones: He did it!! CYPH3R did it! He retained!

Hood: Fuckin hell. What a war.

Jones: You said it. A war between two of the greatest wrestlers in professional wrestling.

~CYPH3R locates his TA Title and he dives on it, clutching it close. These titles don’t come easy. The champs, tonight especially, are learning just how precious they are. CJ rolls toward the apron...he’s on his back, staring up into the sky...he covers his face with his hands. He yells out a loud, “FOOK!!!!” Disappointment, once again~

Jones: CJ came so close. He’s not the nicest guy in the world but you have to feel for him.

Hood: Look, guys spend years earning titles in this company. That’s just how it goes. If it were that easy, it wouldn’t be worth winning.

Jones: You said it. Alright fans...we’re all exhausted. That was...wild. Let’s take you back to the hangar for some halftime segments as we get ready for a second half that is, somehow, going to have to measure up to what we’ve witnessed.

Hood: I need a shit, a shower, and a shave. That’s how epic that entire first half was. Holy fuckin shit.

Jones: To the back!

~The camera shifts to show HOW’s hardest working interviewer and the best in the business Blaire Moise. She has her microphone in hand and is standing in front of a large HOW banner here backstage in the American Airlines Center. Blaire straightens her posture and raises the microphone up to her lips~

Blaire Moise: Ladies and gentlemen I have a special guest this evening. He has a chance to become a four time LSD Champion later tonight and possibly more. Please welcome the King of Everything Jace Parker Davidson.

~The camera pulls back and Jace walks into the camera range in his ring gear and the OCW Savage Championship belt around his waist. Madison steps into camera range beside him as Jace has his head held down low~

Blaire Moise: You have a big night tonight but first I want to ask you for those here in Dallas and watching at home. What was it like to sign a PWA contract and what does it mean for your career moving forward?

Davidson: Dare I say, it was a game changer, Blaire. I know PWA is the brainchild of Lee Best and others, but I feel like deep down I had a hand in making this happen. You had guys like Sektor, Stevens, and Zion go back and forth between HOW and MVW but when I went and signed a contract with OCW?

~Jace pants the Championship belt around his waist~

Davidson: When I became the OCW Savage Champion in my second match there. I put eyes on the company. In the past here you were either HOW 4 lyfe or you went and found yourself a Fisher Price company to play in. Now Lee Best has allowed us inmates out of the asylum, and we’ve started to spread across this industry. HOW, PRIME, OCW, MVW, sVo, and Shoot Project have all felt the influence of what Lee Best is capable of and the kind of talent he produces. And these six federations are now all together in the same sandbox. So, what does it mean? It means more money in my pocket. It means more Championship belts around my waist. It means more exposure on national television week in and week out. It means I am the pioneer of the vision Lee Best has made a reality and I have a chance to prove that I am the Elite Athlete of PWA.

Blaire Moise: Speaking of OCW, they are having their Truth or Consequences PPV tonight and you’re booked to compete. You will be defending the OCW Savage Championship belt in a steel chair against a familiar opponent.

Davidson: Yeah, I face Amick Dogeron or rather the guy that pretended to be Amick Dogeron for the third time in my OCW career. The Truth or Consequences PPV is an interesting concept because not only do I have to fight this man in a steel cage but there will be roughly eight different OCW wrestlers all surrounding the ring and cage during this match. And any or all of these eight people can come into the match at any given time and interfere at their leisure and it’s perfectly legal. So, I could be potentially looking at a nine against one situation in New Mexico later tonight.

Blaire Moise: Those sound like impossible odds.

Davidson: They do seem that way, but nothing is impossible when you’re the King of Everything. And I plan on having a little company with me in the form of some EPU members who are already aboard the private jet and just waiting for us to arrive in New Mexico. And for you Mr. Fake Dogeron…

~Jace raises his head and stares into the camera~

Davidson: You better hope that Jatt Starr injures me here tonight. You better pray that all eight of those OCW wrestlers interfere in our match and help you because you’re going to need all the help you can get. You think I’m stretching myself too thin? I think I’m not stretching myself far enough. I am a HOW Hall of Famer, I am a multiple time World Champion, I am SOMEBODY in this industry. Five years away from the business with a neck injury just sitting and thinking about a moment like this. Five years away and I am better than ever inside of that ring. I don’t care if I have to bleed, I don’t care if I have to sacrifice a limb. With PWA history on the line I will NOT allow someone the likes of you to rip this out of my hands.

~Jace holds his hands up into the air towards the camera~

Davidson: For weeks I have carried your ass along to become the hottest feud in OCW. I have made you from a nobody into someone relevant just because my name appears next to yours. You have suckled greatness from the teat of an Elite Athlete for the last time. Tonight, after I handle Jatt Starr, after I give everyone here in Dallas a show worth their hard earned money. I am flying to New Mexico. I am going to step into that steel cage, and I am going to give you every single ounce of energy and venom that my body can possibly produce. As long as there is breath left in this body I will fight you, I will fight Jatt, I will fight the entire OCW roster, and anyone else under the PWA umbrella. People all over the world are tuning into HOW and OCW tonight to see ME. They want to see history made and I will not allow you or anyone else to take my flowers away from me. No matter what happens tonight you will forever be a footnote in the legendary story of Jace Parker Davidson. And when the dust settles, when it’s all over. You will walk up to me, you will shake my hand, and you will say Thank You for making you Bend the Knee. Thank You for making you relevant for two PPV cycles. And Thank You… for letting you live to see another day.

~Jace stares into the camera with intensity in his eyes as Blaire speaks up~

Blaire Moise: That’s later tonight but what is your strategy heading into this match against Simon Sparrow?

Davidson: My game plan against JATT STARR is simple. I’m going to come out with both guns blazing. I’m going to put the pressure on him from the opening bell and I’m going to make him react to me and not vice versa. Ideally, I would like to end the match as soon as possible but I’m prepared to go the distance tonight if I have to. Jatt Starr has been parading around as Simon Sparrow for far too long. He’s been stockpiling bad decisions after bad decisions. From tossing urine balloons at Michael Lee Best’s office to siding with Conor and Clay during War Games and finally stealing the HOW LSD Championship belt away from STRONK Godson. Unfortunately for Jatt, payment is overdue. Last week was just a taste of what Jatt has coming to him tonight and then again at Dead or Alive. He better find a phone booth here in 2022 and tear off this horrible Simon Sparrow costume and become Jatt Starr again.

~Jace lowers his hands to the OCW Savage Championship belt around his waist~

Davidson: Because I am coming to collect what rightfully belongs to The Board. I intend on winning the HOW LSD Championship belt and adding more gold to my glorious physique. Consider this a test, an evaluation of if you have what it takes to survive a match against Tyler Adrian Best. Because the three on one match was just the start. Tonight, it continues, and then at Dead or Alive we will see the nail slammed down into the coffin of Simon Sparrow. Tonight, Jatt? I’m going to light a fire under your ass in more ways than one.

~Jace smirks then turns his head to face Blaire~

Davidson: Now if you’ll excuse me… destiny awaits.

~Jace walks past Blaire followed by Madison as he heads towards the gorilla position, and we cut away~

Jones: Impressive words but...when's he gonna get here...his match is coming up next!

Hood: He'll be here. I hope.

The long backroad behind the SPACEPORT AMERICA suddenly appears on the screen above the entrance aisle, a long shot of what looks like… essentially nothing. Just a road. Just a really long, dark road. Maybe a possum or something, it’s honestly hard to say, because it’s really just so dark. The darkness remains for an uncomfortably long time, as though someone hit their cue far too early, or something has gone very wrong with this strange live vignette video.

But nothing is wrong.

Don’t worry. Seriously, this is fine.

In the distance, two lights suddenly appear within the confines of the screen, getting closer and closer as a hail of dust kicks up from the sides. Whatever vehicle is approaching, it is long. Like, very long. Sixteen, twenty, maybe thirty tires on this vehicle. It’s kind of like a limousine, but also kind of like a hummer.

If only there was a word for such a vehicle.

Dust flies past the camera as window after window after window roll through, with the hummer limo roaring to a halt in the staging area behind the SPACEPORT AMERICA. Wearing a fancy little hat, the driver steps out of the vehicle and makes his way to the back, opening the door and letting his passenger out into the night air. As soon as his feet hit the pavement and his face is seen on screen, the fans in live attendance begin to lose their fucking minds.

I mean they’re really going apeshit here.

They never thought that they would see this moment.

It begins in the depths of the crowd, where one man begins to move in a way he has not moved in several years. His body shakes and tremors and moves to a beat that seemingly only he can hear. Dance moves that seemed locked away inside of him, like some kind of a sleeper agent, just waiting for the return of the single greatest MEGASTAR in the history of not just OCW, but maybe the entire world of professional wrestling.

But soon, it begins to spread.

A group of teenagers standing next to him. Two dads who took their daughters to see TRUTH OR CONSEQUENCES. A church group that came here for some reason, expecting it to be appropriate for a church trip. One by one, they are moving and gyrating and doing the dance. It is inside of them. It is all consuming. It is… everything. *HE* has returned to Online Championship Wrestling, sunglasses over his eyes at night as he stares out at the SPACEPORT AMERICA with his hands on his hips.

Why is he here? Why has he returned to OCW after all these years? What does this mean for the future of ONLINE CHAMPIONSHIP WRESTLING? Right now, the only man with the answers to these questions isn’t speaking, but the crowd is doing his dance.

They are doing… the GREAT SCOTT.

Jones: …

Hood: Oh shit.

~We cut to the hangar where the backstage stuff is taking place. We pan through there toward the back, outside where we find Marcus Welsh with a easel behind him. A rectangular, black piece of cardboard with several HOT PINK lines on them. Which is interesting enough...but the fact we’re all focusing on is the logo at the top. It reads, simply “MARGARITA MIX”! The fans at the venue go wild. Welsh smiles~

Marcus Welsh: That’s right. It’s that time of year, folks! While we’re halfway through tonight’s epic event with so much action left to take place...it’s time to look ahead. Because August is officially MIX month!

~Huge ovation~

Marcus Welsh: This year we allowed the MIX participants to pick their partners, asking them to the MIX. So, you know the teams...well, aside from two who never really got around to revealing themselves on air. So they’ll be rewarded with the 11th and 12th seeds in this tournament. But, outside of that...it was a great month of fun as we discovered who would be teaming with who!

~Welsh rubs his hands together~

Marcus Welsh: And now...we find out who is going to face who! A twelve team, month long tournament! Two matches will air on August 15th. Two matches will air on August 22nd. The four teams that survive those rounds will advance to the PPV where four teams who received a BYE to the ppv will be waiting...fresh and eager.

~Welsh grabs a bag...inside he’s got name plates for each team~

Marcus Welsh: Now, I’ve ranked each team 1-12. The top four seeds will receive a draw. So, let’s find out who will skip all the way to the Pay Per View that will air on Sunday, August 28th!

~Big ovation~

Marcus Welsh: The #1 seed of the entire Mix field is...the team of TLS and Amick Dogeron!!

~Nobody can argue that. Welsh pastes their name on the board~

Marcus Welsh: The #2 seed of the Mix field goes to...last year’s winner who is teaming with a former tag champion. That’s right, the team of Thunder Knuckles and Dolly Waters!!!

~I mean, that makes sense. Dolly is the defending MIX champion~

Marcus Welsh: The #3 seed is the pairing of Perfection Personified and OCW’s favorite son...the team of Dylan Thomas and Mike Zybala!!!

~HUGE ovation. That’s a big relief to the fans. So far, no fuckery~

Marcus Welsh: And, the #4 seed is...the team of Ricky Rodriguez and Alexandra Calaway!!

~Huh? Welsh pastes the name plate on the board. Cap Slock is heard off camera~

Cap Slock: SIR DIDN’T ALLY HAND YOU AN ENVELOPE OF CASH AWHILE BACK

Marcus Welsh: QUIET! Go get me some coffee or something, Captain. Sheesh.

~He laughs nervously, moving along. He pulls out the next name~

Marcus Welsh: The fifth seed of this tournament goes to...CYPH3R and Sahara Duke!! They, along with every team from this point forward will have to win their way onto the PPV card.

~He pulls out another name~

Marcus Welsh: And with the sixth seed...we’ve got the only team with TWO hall of famers! Bob Grenier and Curt Canon!

~Pretty strong team to be the sixth seed. Maybe THEY should have been the fourth seed. Oh well, here comes the 7th seed~

Marcus Welsh: Seventh seed features OCW superstar CJ O’Donnell teaming with the NEWEST Strader...John Nash!

~He pastes their name on the board~

Marcus Welsh: Alright and with the 8th seed we have...Craze Champion Crash Rodriguez and Ball Ball!

~The goons go wild~

Marcus Welsh: Okay...so let’s find out some match ups, shall we? Great!

~Another name plate~

Marcus Welsh: With the 9th seed...the team that will face the 8th seeded team of Crash and Ball Ball. We have...SEB and Sloane Taylor!

~Ooooohhhh...the fans murmur and gossip. That’s a very, very good team. Crash and Ball have their work cut out for them~

Marcus Welsh: With the 10th seed...the team that will face CJ and John Nash Strader...we have...Cass Baumer and Dane Preston!

~More murmuring...another strong team~

Marcus Welsh: Gert derm this field is ridiculous. Okay, and the 11th seed...the team that will face Grenier and Canon...we’ve got...Claudius Augustus and Mark Storm!

~Big pop. Claudius and Augustus would have probably been ranked higher had they shown their formation on OCW programming. Oh well~

Marcus Welsh: And, the lowest seeded team in the field. They will open up against Sahar and CYPH3R. We’ve got the team of Garry Nelson and Brett Daniels!

~Strong ovation as the entire MIX field is set~

Marcus Welsh: And there you have it! The MIX field!! On August 15th we’ll get CYPH3R and Sahara taking on Garry Nelson and Brett Daniels as well as Grenier and Canon teaming up to face Claudius Augustus and Mark Storm. And, on August 22nd we’ll see CJ and John Nash Strader face Cass Baumer and Dane Preston while Crash Rodriguez and Ball Ball try to take down SEB and Sloane Taylor. The winners of those four matches will move on to the Margarita Mix Pay Per View which will air LIVE Sunday, August 28th!

~Huge pop!! A ‘MIX’ chant starts. The wind suddenly picks up and Welsh looks around~

Marcus Welsh: What the hell?

~It gets wild and violent...the name strips blow away from the MIX board. The entire MIX board is next, flying out of view. The easel is gone. Welsh tries not to follow suit as a jet lowers and out steps OCW Savage Champion, Jace Parker Davidson. The fans BOOOOOOO. Along with the Savage Champion is his security, EPU. A group of angry, red masked psychos willing to do whatever to whoever, upon the orders of JPD. The jet flies away as JPD approaches Welsh...he puts his hand on Marcus’ shoulder. Welsh cowers…having PTSD flashbacks from JPD’s attack 6 days earlier~

JPD: Relax everybody. I’m here.

~I mean, nobody asked. But it is great that the Savage Champion FINALLY showed up. He looks around, proud that he could bring some star quality to the show~

JPD: Listen. These guys are EPU. They are with me and I’ll be needing them at ringside to watch my back.

Marcus Welsh: Uhh...well, you see…

~JPD stares down at Welsh~

Marcus Welsh: That goes against the very foundation of tonight’s stipulation.

JPD: So?

Marcus Welsh: So...I can’t let them out there.

JPD: What are you trying to tell me?

~JPD towers over Welsh. Welsh backs up, about to piss himself~

Marcus Welsh: Okay, okay. I’ll make you a deal.

~JPD grumbles~

Marcus Welsh: They stay back here. But IF you need them, I’ll send them out to help. Okay?

~The fans BOOOOO. JPD sighs~

JPD: Whatever. That’s fine. I’ve gotta prepare.

~JPD heads off to get focused for his match. Welsh is left with EPU...a very growly bunch~

Marcus Welsh: Umm, hey guys? You wanna check out catering? Follow me this way…

~Welsh leads them into a room. They all enter...Welsh shuts the door and he promptly locks it. Cap Slock looks on, concerned~

Marcus Welsh: Don’t tell JPD.

~Cap Slock does the ‘lips are sealed’ motion. We cut back to ringside~

Jones: Uh oh...something tells me that is going to be a problem.

Hood: Yea, Welsh has been talking out of both sides of his mouth for a month now. He’s got some consequences heading his way, for sure.

Jones: Yep. Well, it looks like he’s sequested EPU for the moment. Trying to maintain the integrity of tonight’s stipulation. We’ll see how long THAT lasts. Anyway...is everybody ready?

Hood: I was born ready.

Jones: Great. So, how about we get the second half started? Would you people like that?

~The entire venue goes wild~

Jones: Alright, the second half of Truth or Consequences beings NOW!

~The sun is setting on the day’s event. With a spelndiferous first half in the rear view mirror and a SHOCKING RETURN acting as our half time festivities. It’s time to focus on tonight’s main course. The two most presitgious belts in OCW history are going to be fought for with vigor and violence within the confines of a steel cage. These fans endured the heat. They endured that fuckin sun. Now? Now they can bask in the increasingly cool temperature and delightful breeze as night takes over from day and things kick into that final gear. It’s Part two of Truth or Consequences! Let’s go!~

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is now time for the second part of Truth or Consequences! This portion of the show will focus on the Savage and OCW Titles!

~Huge ovation! “OCW” chants throughout the venue~

Belvedere: Now, introducing the first competitor who will remain at ringside throughout most of the portion…

~A very dark, very ominous vibe sets in as ‘Gangsta’s Paradise’ by Coolio hits. The OCW Champion is about to make his deadly presence felt. BIFFORD (not Plethora!) steps out from the hangar. Slowly, he walks to the ring. YES HE WALKS. Perhaps he’s looking to get into better shape? Or maybe...just MAYBE he’s a little on edge given the location of tonight’s event. Bifford reaches ringside and, like CYPH3R, he’s kinda, sorta directed to the back of the ring. Puff, Gruff, and Tuff all do so with great timidty and trepidation...none of the secondary OCW refs eager to be greated with a PUNCH from the MURDEROUS ONE. Bifford finds the back of the ring and stands, stoic, ominous, still. His fierce beard and giant smile indicating he’s in a good mood but his eyes tell a different story~

Belvedere: He is the OCW Champion...ladies and gentlemen, The Big Bifford!!!

~Pain by Tupac hits! The fans don’t know how to react...they hate Bifford but Kali keeps telling them to FUCK OFF. So, they just sort of gossip and simmer with excitement over the prospect of these two legends finally facing off in the main event. Killa Kali emerges, looking around...a sadistic look comes over his face as he locates Bifford. Kali marches down the ring...he gets to the front and OCW refs along with some added security step up, informing him he needs to remain where he’s at. Kali objectrs, wanting to get to Bifford, but the security is adamant he hold back~

Belvedere: From South Central California and San Quentin Prison...standing 6’5 and weighing in at 265lbs...he is the Survivor of the Prison Yard Match...he is Killa Kali!!!!

~Kali isn’t one to abide by rules...but more security comes out, making it obvious that if he were to get his way, he’d have to lay waste to, like, a dozen security members. That would likely accrue some collateral damage. So, he slaps the apron and points across the ring at Bifford. Bifford laughs at him, holding up three fingers~

Jones: Kali wants to fight Bifford NOW

Hood: Dude’s gonna have to wait.

Jones: Yea, good luck telling HIM that.

Hood: That’s why I’m here and not there.

~Kingdom by Jaxson Gamble begins to play and BOOOOOOS!!!! Pour in! They might have been confused on what to do with Kali but these fans show no hesitation in booing JPD. Maybe he attacked them on twitter? Maybe he kicked sand in their face on the beach? Doesn’t matter. Fact is, they all take this man’s presence VERY personally. JPD steps out and heads down the ramp...he soaks in the boos. If anything, they seem to give him energy and confidence. Kali turns, staring the Savage Champion down. The belt, strapped firmly around his waist. JPD approaches ringside and catches Kali’s glare~

Belvedere: From Miami, Florida...standing 6’4 and weighing in at 253lbs...he is the OCW Savage Champion...he is Jace Parker Davidson!!!

Jones: JPD and Kali with a staredown at ringside.

Hood: Shit might pop off. Man, Bifford, Kali, and JPD all out there at once. LEGENDARY

Jones: Three of the best to ever lace them up. Unfortunately, they’re all prime candidates for WORST PERSON OF ALL TIME.

~JPD gets up in Kali’s face. Kali is like, “Let’s go mother fucker. I’ll give you something to cry about!” JPD doesn’t back down. The mass of OCW security rushes in, getting these two separated before they kill each other. Belvedere is in the ring, motioning like “HIT THE MUSIC!” and, thus, “Here I Go Again” by Whitesnake hits! The tone instantly shifts! The fans sing along to the super famous song as Amick Dogeron emerges from the hangar. JPD’s attention diverts from Kali to his opponent, who is marching down the ring. Amick sees the commotion in front of him and he pauses...major traffic jam. JPD pushed to one side by security and Kali blocking the front of the ring~

Belvedere: From Charleston, South Carolina...standing 6’2 and weighing in at 232lbs...Amick Dogeron!!!!

Jones: Amick stepping into something of a traffic jam.

Hood: Yea, Kali is there, like a great white shark, ready to devour whatever comes near him and, of course, there’s JPD who will gladly give Amick a ‘title shot’ of his own if he steps into his personal space.

Jones: Well we’ve got to clean that mess up...otherwise we’re gonna have a theme park like line of wrestlers from the ring down the aisle.

~Every Breath you take by the Police begins to play and TLS steps out from the hangar. He moves with a purpose, realizing the shit that’s about to go down. TLS pats Amick on the back before walking up to Kali and putting his arm around the #1 contender. The two members of PTSD have a conversation...Kali is chilling out. Amick is then allowed safe passage around Kali, to the right side of the ring. JPD remains to the left, watching...he calls out, making fun of Kali about being the ‘bitch’ of TLS. Kali lunges forward! It takes all the strength TLS has to hold him back..TLS looks over at JPD like “Will you shut the fuck up!” JPD laughs and turns, heading toward the left side of the ring, where he’ll start things off. TLS continues trying to talk Kali down~

Belvedere: And, from Parts Unknown...standing 6’3 and weighing in at 235lbs...he is the founder of The Babysitter’s Club...he is one half of the OCW Tag Team Champions...he is...The Lost Stranger!!!

Jones: TLS doing his best to keep order...but JPD is intent on creating chaos.

Hood: He likes stirring shit up, that’s been proven.

Jones: On more than one occasion.

~Kali seems intent on maiming JPD...TLS is struggling, keeping him back. And then, DREAMWEAVER hits and the crowd goes wild! Another PTSD member makes his appearance, this time in the form of OCW’s all time favorite wrestler, MIKE ZYBALA. Zybala hustles to the ring, his knee looking to be in fine shape. He reaches ringside and joins TLS in trying to settle Kali down~

Jones: Kali wants to fight. Thankfully, Zybala and TLS are out there to prevent certain calamity.

Hood: Yea, but he’s got to remain calm during THREE matches. Good luck with that.

Jones: God’s speed to all the officials and refs at ringside who are going to be attempting to maintain some semblance of order.

Belvedere: From Buffalo, New York...standing 5’6 and weighing in at 175lbs...he is one half of the OCW Tag Team Champions...he is...Mike Zybala!!!

~Kali seems to be calming down. All is well, all is well. JPD has his focus on Amick, staring at his nemesis from across the ring. Amick, his face shielded via his signature mask, staring right back at JPD. “Killjill” by Big Boi ft. Killer Mike and Young Jeezy hits! And the second largest man in OCW and in this array of warriors emerges, making his way to the ring. It’s BRIM! BRIM pays attention to NOBODY. He’s got his signature scowl, pissed at the world. BRIM reaches the ringside area...Kali stares at him. BRIM looks Kali’s way and then turns, heading to the right, toward Amick. TLS and Zybala sigh, relieved BRIM didn’t agitate the situation. BRIM marches past Amick and finds a corner in the barricade, stepping back and folding his arms. It’s clear BRIM is out here for business, not interested in getting caught up in any of the outside bullshit~

Jones: Last year BRIM remained completely neutral until his match with Lux began.

Hood: Yea, seems like he’s going to do that again this year. SEEMS like it.

Jones: We’ll have to see if that remains the case.

Belvedere: From Baltimore, Maryland...standing 6’3 and weighing in at 385lbs...he is a three time Savage Champion...he is...BRIM!!!

~Strong ovation from the fans for BRIM...out of respect, more than anything. Plus, there aren’t really a whole lot of ‘good guys’ to choose from in this portion of the show so BRIM gets a bump by just being, ya know, not too shitty. Maniac - Carpenter Brut hits! The fans pop! The leader of OCW’s youth movement is heading down to the ring...it’s Easton Alexander! ‘Young’ Easton as Leo calls him on social media. The man brave enough to spit in the face of Majority Owner, Thaddeus Duke. Easton heads down to the ring, staring all these angry, dangerous vets down. 7 lions all surrounding a cage Easton is going to be stepping inside...all with access that won’t be deined. Easton reaches the ringside area and keeps his eyes on Kali...Kali steps back, a devilish smile on his face. Dude’s mind is always toying with violence~

Belvedere: From North bay Ontario Canada...standing 6’1 and weighing in at 210lbs...he is the Canadian Dragon...he is...Easton Alexander!!!

~Easton enters the cage, stepping through the ropes. He walks around the ring...he sees JPD, he sees TLS, he sees Zybala...he sees Kali...he sees Bifford...he sees BRIM...he sees Dogeron. So many dangers...such a confined space. He finds a corner and leans back, taking it all in, bringing his pulse rate down a notch~

Jones: Easton Alexander stepping into, by far, the biggest match of his career. He could walk out the #1 contender to the Savage Championship.

Hood: It’s about time. Let this kid fly, OCW! Let him fly!

Jones: Like a peacock!

Hood: Peacocks can’t fly you moron.

~Short Change Hero by The Heavy hits! The fans pop! And for good reason...Your Hero AND MINE emerges from the hangar, ready to compete. It’s Mark Storm! Easton watches from inside the cage as all the monsters surrounding it turn their attention to the man everyone has been waiting to see break out in OCW. Storm cautiously reaches ringside, completely aware of the dangers that await. Kali continues to look dangerous, staring Storm down, ready to pounce. Storm coils...prepared for an attack. Zybala and TLS keep Kali at bay as Storm enters the ring and slides through the ropes~

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

~Storm sees Easton...Easton rises from the corner, staring back at Storm. There’s no love lost here...these two men have some unfinished business~

Jones: Uh oh. They may not way for Ally Cally to get down here. Easton and Storm look primed to tear each other apart.

Hood: Not literally because that would, in fact, be literal murder.

Jones: Facts.

~Easton talks some shit to Storm. Storm approaches, pointing in Easton’s face. The fans are on their feet...this shit is about to pop off. And then, "Blow" Eva Under Fire ft. Spencer Charnas of ICE NINE KILLS hits! The crowd pops! The returning Alexandra Calaway appears from the hangar...no paramount members in sight...she’s all alone. She sees Storm and Easton arguing...so, she leans back before taking off, sprinting down the aisle toward the ring~

Belvedere: From Dallas, Texas….standing 5’6 and weighing in at 110lbs...welcome back Alexandra Calaway!!!

~Belvedere, seeing Calaway sprinting for the ring, exits the cage and slams the door shut, instinctively...because he is a man that knows how to keep an AC bill down. Ally doesn’t need the door...she reaches ringside and leaps into the air, latching onto the side of the cage. The crowd goes wild. Scruff looks up, watching Ally scale...he turns and motions for the bell and it rings~

Jones: We’re underway! Ally is going to enter the cage from the top, it looks!

Hood: Geezus, she’s lost her damn mind.

Jones: Well, Storm broke her heart and Easton nearly broke her neck.

~Ally reaches the top of the cage. Easton and Storm pause and look up...the minute they do...she dives forward, flipping over and landing on both men, taking them down with a senton from the top!!!! The fan go wild!! “OCW! OCW! OCW!” chants followed by ‘ALLY CALLY! ALLY CALLY! ALLY CALLY!’ Ally springs to her feet and rolls her head around...her neck is perfectly fine! Storm and Easton are down, in pain...the city of Truth or Consequences is going wild~

Jones: The truth is that both men injured Ally and, well, there’s your consequence.

Hood: Fuck...Ally as the #1 contender to the Savage Title? There’s something I didn’t expect to hear.

Jones: We could be moments away from that becoming reality!

~Ally has a decision to make...Storm or Easton? She sees the wound on Storm’s head as he’s on his back. He rolls over, holding it. She then looks at Easton...it seems like she’s made up her mind. She rushes forward and stomps on the knee she attacked last week! Easton yells out, in pain. He sits up, holding his knee...which is fine with Ally because she’s got something else on her mind. She drops down behind him and applies a headlock! She twists and turns, trying to injure Easton’s neck!~

Jones: And she’s going straight for the neck! She wants to give Easton a little taste of his own medicine.

Hood: You act like he WANTED to injure her neck. Shit happens in a fight, man.

Jones: Nevertheless, it’s clear she wants to hurt Easton’s neck.

~Alexander’s neck is strong, but it won’t stand up to all the constant twisting and turning Ally is doing...so he gets to his feet. She wraps her legs around his back, acting like a human backpack. Easton then stumbles backwards as fast as he can, SLAMMING Ally into a corner. She lets go! She leans forward, in pain. Easton takes a few steps, holding his neck, rubbing it. As he does, Storm rushes past him, flying through the air and nailing Ally with a HUGE SPLASH! The fans start to get behind Storm~

Jones: And Storm is back on his feet and, as you might’ve guessed, he’s not too thrilled with Ally jumping on him like she did.

Hood: Yea, dropping out of the sky is his gimmick, not hers. She’s no STORM

Jones: Even though she might have wanted to be.

Hood: Cut it out with that days of our lives bullshit.

~Outside the ring, Amick stands near the cage door, keeping an eye on everyone, including JPD. People seem tense...but nobody has made a move, yet. Back inside the ring, Storm unloads a flurry of strong right hands into Ally’s head. He backs away...she stumbles out, he grabs her, hooks her and tosses her over with an Exploder Suplex!! Ally lands hard, arching her back in pain. Storm turns to go after her but he’s immediately run over via a lariat from Easton!! Storm hits the mat hard, holding the back of his head. Easton applies the boots to Storm...stomp, stomp, stomp...it’s clear he’s still fuming over the initial ‘L’ Storm gave him in his debut~

Jones: Easton Alexander was just a rookie when he faced Mark Storm. And, in his opinion, Storm dismissed him and treated him with disrespect.

Hood: And now here they are on equal footing. Easton’s come a long way.

Jones: That he has.

~Easton finishes stomping on Storm and bends over, pulling him off the mat. He shoves him into a corner and starts to assault him with overreaching right hands. Smack! Smack! Smack! His knuckles rattling the thick skull of Your Hero and Mine. Storm is reeling...until Ally pops up from behind Easton and slaps on a Sleeper!!! Easton stumbles back...Ally, again, works the neck while trying to choke him out!! Easton’s face shows frustration and annoyance...along with pain. He reaches back and he flips Ally over! She flips over, holds onto his head and hits a Stunner!!! Easton stumbles back, into the ropes, falling through them and landing on the apron between cage and ropes. The fans pop!! Ally sits up, smiling. Storm remains in the corner, leaning forward, trying to shake off the punches~

Jones: What a move by Ally! The time away did her some good, Hood. She looks super focused.

Hood: I mean, that’s no lie. She wants to murder both of these men. I’m not sure the Savage Title shot is her main objective.

Jones: Revenge is on her mind. Some might even say its...paramount.

Hood: Oh shut the fuck up

~Ally spins to her feet and heads for Easton. She reaches through the ropes, pulling Easton up and his head through the middle and top ropes. She then wraps her legs around his head, neck and the ropes! She leans back, applying a modified triangle choke, hanging down, putting all the pressure on Easton’s neck against the ropes!!! Easton’s arms flail around...he tries to find something to utilize to break the hold, but he can’t...he’s facing toward the ring, head down, compressed by Ally’s legs, against the middle rope!! The fans pop for the innovative move. Storm slowly lifts his head and looks over...he sees Easton in trouble but is in no hurry to save him~

Jones: Ally is really going after that neck! This move, which I’ve never seen before, is going to severely weaken his neck area.

Hood: And there’s no rope breaks inside a steel cage so...yea, bro is gonna have to deal.

Jones: Of course, Storm could help but I think he’s just fine watching Ally wear Easton down.

Hood: To a point. He doesn’t wanna just sit back and let her choke the fucker out. That’d be dumb.

~Ally keeps applying the pressure. Storm watches. Easton fights...but the fighting decreases. His movements slow. His body starts to hang. Scruff drops down to one knee to check. He grabs Easton’s arm and holds it up. He lets it drop. It drops! Scruff grabs his arm again, he holds it up and lets it drop...it drops a second time! One more time and this match is over...he holds the arm up and...Storm charges in, kneeing Ally in the side of the head!!! Ally falls to her side, holding her head in pain. Storm pops to one knee...he looks over at Easton who is hanging across the middle rope like a giant piece of fleshy laundry. Storm pops up, grabs Easton by the head and drops him with a Draping DDT!!! The fans pop! Storm rolls him over and goes for the pin~

1!

2!

SHOULDER UP!!

Jones: Easton with the shoulder up!! An opportunistic Mark Storm nearly stole this one!

Hood: Yea, Easton survived but fuck, man. He’s taking a lot of impact on that neck.

Jones: That DDT certainly compressed the neck Ally has been working on since this match began.

~Storm rises to his knees and punches Easton in the head, punishing the dude for kicking out. Ally crawls to the ropes, pulling herself up, holding the side of her head...she looks at Storm, whose back is to her. She’s fuming..she runs forward and SHINING WIZARD to the back side of Storm’s head!! Storm falls over. Ally pops back to her feet...she hits the ropes, bounces off and leaps into the air, coming down on Storm and attacking him with rights and lefts...she’s in the mount position. Storm does his best to cover up~

Jones: Well, Storm’s got her full and complete attention now.

Hood: Yep. Storm and Ally joined OCW together, as a couple. But, Storm left her high and dry. Something she’s yet to get over.

Jones: Hell hath no fury like a woman on peyote...scorned.

Hood: Sure.

~Finally, Storm utilizes the superior strength he has, reaching up and grabbing Ally by the throat with both hands. She tries to fight him off, continuing ot punch...but Storm sits up and gets to his feet, pulling Ally up...both hands wrapped around her throat. He hoists her up high in the air...Ally brings her legs up, she wraps them around Storm’s head, flips backwards and tosses him to the mat with a Hurricanrana!!! The fans pop!! Storm’s body flips around and slides into the ropes...he sits up, facing the ropes before collapsing back to the mat. Ally fires up, to her feet, the fans cheering her on~

Jones: These fans are oddly behind Ally tonight. I think they’re happy to see her back and understand the issues she’s gone through.

Hood: Yea, well, she got her heart broken. Then her neck was nearly split in half. So, yea, I’d say she’s enudred some trauma.

Jones: It’d make for one heck of a story if she were to defeat both these men in her return match.

Hood: Too bad we’re not the type of place that likes to pay off a good story with a happy ending.

~Ally walks over to Storm and starts kicking him...each kick is laid in stiff. Storm tries to roll away, rolling under the ropes and up against the cage. Ally takes her feet and she places them both into Storm’s head...she grabs the top rope and leverages all her weight into her legs and against Storm’s head, pressing his face up against the cage. Kali, TLS and Zybala...all at the front of the ring get a good look at Storm’s face, meshed and pressed up against the chain linked fence. Kali walks up, getting an up close look, almost face to face with Storm. Kali smiles, enjoying the sounds of pain and image of violence. TLS tries to pull him back before he does anything crazy~

Jones: Ally torturing Storm at this point and Killa Kali is enjoying it.

Hood: Yea, he sure...hey, wait a minute

Jones: OH MY GOSH

~The sound of a headset being mangled is heard followed by a very familiar voice~

Voice: Hello friend Hood and not Smith.

Jones: …

Hood: Bifford, how nice of you to join us!

Bifford: Yes, it is I, The Big Bifford.

~Bifford has joined commentary. His massive body taking up more room than Jones and Hood combined. Ally finishes pressing her feet against Storm’s head. She reaches down and pulls him to his feet...she seeks to slam his face into the cage...Kali looks up, eager to watch what happens...but Storm throws a back elbow into Ally’s face!! She stumbles back, right into a roll up form Easton!!! He puts all his weight on her legs, folding her up! Scruff slides in~

1!

2!

KICK OUT!

Jones: Easton Alexander, back from the dead, nearly wins the match!

Bifford: Did you say dead?

Jones: I’m not talking about literal death, Bifford.

Bifford: Well, even if you were, I’d have no idea what any of that means.

Hood: Of course you wouldn’t, champ. I saw the records. You’re as innocent as a baby seal.

Bifford: Have you ever been clubbing, Hood?

Hood: ...how do you mean?

~Easton pops to his feet thanks to the force of Ally’s kickout. He holds his neck, wincing. The damage is evident. Ally tries to reach her feet, but Easton walks over and delivers a double axe handle into her back. She straights up, reaching for her spin. Easton then grabs Ally by the back of the head, charges forward and he slings her into the side of the cage!! Her body RAMS into the steel, right in front of JPD who doesn’t move. Simply looking up, arms folded. Ally’s body drops to the apron, landing with a thud. Easton spots JPD outside the cage and he starts to talk some trash~

Jones: Easton, like everybody else not named Ray-Ray, is not a fan of JPD.

Hood: The winner of this match will get a chance to, potentially, shut him up.

Bifford: Who is this JPD fellow? Does he have any ties to Silverfreak?

Hood: No, Biff. He does not.

Bifford: Good.

~Easton leans through the ropes, pressing his face up against the steel. He continues to deride JPD. JPD just nods, taking it in...he slowly removes his Savage Title from his waist...then, with uncanny quickness, he lunges forward and he BLASTS Easton in the face, through the cage, with the belt!!! Easton falls backwards, holding his face in pain!!! The fans BOOOO!!!! JPD turns around and extends his arms as if to say, “Hey, he started it.” But, that doesn’t simmer these people down. A “Fuck JPD!” starts and soon fills the New Mexico skyline~

Jones: What the hell! JPD just blasted Easton in the face with the Savage Belt! C’mon!

Hood: Dude, Easton was talking shit. If you don’t want beef, don’t start beef.

Bifford: Did you say beef?

Hood: I did. Can I get you anything?

Bifford: I’m good for now.

Hood; Okay, but if you get hungry, you just let me know and I’ll send Jones to grab you some ham.

Bifford: Delightful.

~The ‘FUCK JPD’ chants continue to sound out and increase in passion. Amick, guarding the door, sees what’s taken place and will not stand for it. He marches around the ring, right past the PTSD members. JPD is having fun tauning the fans at ringside. Amick hops onto the ring steps and then leaps off with a flying forearm to the back of JPD’s head!!! The crowd goes wild!!! JPD stumbles into the guardrail. Amick turns him around and starts to punch him in the face! “DOGE_ER_ON” chants sound out~

Jones: And Amick has seen enough! He’s tired of JPD’s antics.

Hood: As are most people.

Bifford: Is that fellow wearing a mask or is he part elephant?

Hood: I think it’s a mask. But we did pick him up in Djibouti so you never know.

Bifford: Ah, Djibouti. Where I dropped BRIM on his head and pinned him 1, 2, 3.

~Easton is down, facing the mat, holding his face. We can start to see blood staining the mat...he’s been busted open. Storm steps through the ropes, back into the ring. He looks over to find Ally still down after her body was wrecked into the cage. Storm grabs Easton, pulling him up...Easton fires to his feet and throws a punch at Storm, but Storm blocks it and kicks Easton in the gut. We see a cut in the center of Easton’s forehead, leaking blood. Storm hooks Easton by the head and neck and he drops him with a Swinging Neck Breaker!! Easton lands hard, holding his neck in pain! Storm sits up, taking a beat~

Jones: The neck continues to be a source of attack for Ally and, now, Storm.

Hood: Not to mention Easton is busted open. Dude’s in bad shape.

Bifford: Why do we have to have all this blood. Personally, it sickens me.

Jones: Oh c’mon.

Bifford: I can barely look at it.

Hood: I’m sorry you’re being subjected to this, champ. Look away and I will describe the action.

~Amick continues to punch JPD...until JPD knees him in the groin!! Amick doubles over and JPD slugs him in the face with the Savage Title!! Amick falls to the mat. JPD is furious...he looks around, ready to harm anything in his way. Finding the ring, Ally is looking out at him. She says something that looks and sounds like, ‘prick’ but we can’t really be sure. JPD, however, takes it as an insult and he rushes forward, BLASTING Ally in the face with the Savage Title through the cage!!! Ally’s body tumbles backwards, over the bottom rope and into the ring. Storm stands, looking down at a bloodied Easton and now a busted open Ally. He looks down at JPD...JPD nods Storm’s way. Storm nods back~

Jones: Is JPD helping Mark Storm?

Hood: Looks that way. Those two had an alliance years back in 4CW. I think JPD respects Storm whereas, well, he doesn’t really care much for Easton and Ally.

Bifford: Is there more blood?

Hood: Yes, champ, I’m afraid so.

Bifford: By jove. This is barbaric.

~After JPD’s moment of respect with Storm...he’s suddenly jumped by TLS and Zybala!!! The crowd goes wild!! “YES! YES! YES!” as two of OCW’s biggest stars have seen enough and are working together to try and smother the actions and future of JPD. Back inside the ring, Storm grabs both Ally and Easton...he pulls them to their feet..he brings them in and drops them with a Double DDT!!! The crowd is beginning to boo...Hero or not, anybody with the help of JPD is a public enemy. Storm pins Ally~

1!

2!

KICK OUT!

~Not quite. So, he dives on top of Easton, giving that a shot. Scruff slides in~

1!

2!

SHOULDER UP!

~Storm slaps the mat with his hand, frustrated. More work needs to be done. Storm senses Easton recovering, so he turns his back to Ally and rises, pulling Easton up...but Easton shoves him back and fires up, blood coating his face...he pummels Storm with some lefts and rights, staggering Storm back into a corner. Storm lifts a knee, halting Easton’s momentum. Storm flips positions with Easton, shoving him into a corner and stomping Easton in the gut. Before he can stomp Easton down, into the mat, Ally jumps on his back, ripping at his face with her hands...Ally, like Easton, is busted. Storm, fearing his eyes might get injured jumps backwards, landing on top of Ally! Huge splat! Ally is laid out...Storm sits up only to get SMACKED in the face by a running knee from Easton!!! Storm falls to the mat...Easton hits the mat and sits up for a second before laying back, catching his breath...the fans go wild over the action~

Jones: This match has been non stop since the bell rang.

Bifford: These wrestlers move around too much.

Hood: I agree.

Jones: Not everybody can have your ‘advantage’, Biff.

~TLS and Zybala continue to pummel JPD on the outside! The Savage Champion tries to fight back, but he’s overcome by the two partners who will become enemies later in the evening. The crowd goes wild, watching JPD get pummeled. The other wrestlers at ringside stand back, refusing to help. JPD falls back, slamming against the barricade...fans reach over and start punching him. TLS rush forward, punching him...it feels as though the entire state of New Mexico is punchign JPD. “FUCK HIM UP!” is the chant reaching out into the Truth or Consequences skyline. Back inside the ring, Easton sits up...he looks over and sees Ally and Storm both down. Reaching up, he feels around his squishy, wet forehead...he winces from the sting of his hand prodding an open wound~

Jones: JPD is receiving a serious dosage of karma tonight! He’s got no backups! Garry Nelson wasn’t booked for the event and his entourage was locked away by Welsh!!

Bifford: The entire desert?

Jones: No, Bifford...the owner’s wife.

Bifford: I didn’t know Dean got married. Why wasn’t I invited to the wedding? Hood, we need to get to to the bottom of this.

Hood: You got it, champ!

~Easton stands, slinging the excess blood off his hand. He pulls Mark Storm off the mat and shoves him into a corner. Easton heads that way...behind him, we see BRIM stand. BRIM marches around ringside to the door which is no longer being guarded. Kali stares at him...BRIM rips the door open and Kali nods, smiling, “Get you some, big guy!” BRIM heads into the ring~

Jones: What’s BRIM doing!

Bifford: BRIM? You know I’ve defeated him and his friend, Duce Jones several times.

Jones: Yes, we know.

Hood: Easton beat BRIM awhile back. You think that’s something he just forgot?

Jones: Good point.

~BRIM enters into the ring. Easton boots Storm in the gut and drags him out of the corner...he looks ready to hit a big move on his initial OCW nemesis with BRIM spins Easton around and headbutts him!!! CRACK! The fans that aren’t cheering the JPD beatdown outside all wince in pain. BRIM hoists Easton up and he drops him with CRACKIN NECKS!!!! A mixture of cheers and boos as BRIM pops back to his feet. He looks down at Easton and spits, “That’s what you get!” BRIM turns to exit the ring...Storm drops to one knee, reeling from the punishment he’s taken~

Jones: BRIM just dropped Easton with Crackin Necks! If Storm can make the cover this one is over!

Hood: And the tough luck continues for young Easton.

Bifford: BRIM never dropped me on my head like that.

Hood: I know that’s a fact, champ!

~Storm has yet to realize the opportunity that lays in front of him. Ally, meanwhile, rolls over and sees Storm on one knee and Easton down. She sees BRIM slamming the door shut as he exits….Kali looks on, nodding, growing very excited...too excited. Storm raises his head...he sees Easton down. It clicks. He dives on top of Easton and Scruff slides in with the count~

1!

2!

3...NO!

~Ally dives in, breaking up the count! She stays on top of Storm, mounting his back once again.. Storm gets to one knee and he snapmares her over...but she lands on her feet...she hits the ropes...Storm rises and Ally hits him with a V-Trigger!!!! Storm falls back on the mat, next ot Easton. Ally stands alone, inside the ring. Outside, TLS and Zybala are putting the boots to JPD. Amick gets back to his feet and he joins the party...three men stomping on the Savage Champion. Kali, alone...watched BRIM take advantage of the situation and he heads for the door~

Jones: Uh oh...Kali has been left unattended and now he’s looking to get in on the action.

Hood: He’s liable to go in there and legit murder all three competitors.

Bifford: Did somebody say MURDER?

Hood: Calm down, champ.

~Ally reaches down to pick Storm up when she looks and sees Kali standing at the door. “OH SHIT” go the fans. TLS hears the energy in the venue change and he looks to the nearest screen and sees Kali standing at the door to the cage. “SHIT” he says, in a far different cadence...he leaves Zybala and Amick, who continue to work on JPD. TLS hurries around the ring. Ally appraoches Kali~

Jones: Stay away from him, Ally. You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.

Hood: This is like that scene in Jurassic Park when the dinosaur eats the worker.

Jones: Which one?

Hood: All of them.

Bifford: Speaking of eat…

Hood: I’m on it, Champ!

~Kali rips the door open, nearly tearing it off its hinges. He stands on the apron...Ally reaches the ropes, her head bleeding from JPD’s belt shot. She looks up at Kali...Kali looks down at her. Tension in New Mexico. What is he gonna do? What does she THINK he’s gonna do? TLS rushes across the front of the cage. Kali reaches out, at Ally’s cut...is Ally trusting him? She trusted Mark Storm. Kali gets his hands wet with her blood...he’s being gentle...until he starts to rip at it!! Ally screams in pain!! He rears back and he punches her right in the face, knocking her to the mat!! The fans boo!! TLS dives upward, snaring Kali and pulling him out of the ring~

Jones: Enamored with blood and violence, Kali felt the wound and then tried to rip it open.

Hood: Fuckin maniac. Champ, you gonna be able to handle Killa Kali?

Bifford: *eating ham* I don’t know Killa Kali. But KILLER KAL doesn’t stand a chance.

~TLS gets Kali back down the steps and continues to calm him down. Is Killa Kali his most dangerous member of THE BABYSITTER’S CLUB? Sure seems like it...TLS is always babysitting. Back inside the ring, Ally is on her knees, holding her head, blood spilling on the mat. Storm gets to his feet, holding his head. He looks down at Ally. In the background we see Easton crawling for the bottom rope..he huts it with one arm and holds his neck with the other...it’s pretty clear his neck is fucked up. Storm looks around at the fans...they’re still mostly behind him...he’s got a clear path to victory here...Ally’s gushing blood, Easton’s neck is fucked...let’s go! YOUR HERO AND MINE’S TIME TO SHINE~

Jones: And through it all...the attacks, the counterattacks...the blood, the violence...Mark Storm has emerged as the leader in the final stretch. Can he do it? Can he finally get over the hump and win a big Pay Per View Match?

Hood: I don’t see any clouds in the sky…

Bifford: You see BRIM over there?

Jones: Yes, it’s hard to miss a man who weights 400lbs that is standing less than twenty feet away.

Bifford: I pinned him.

~Storm’s focus is on Ally. She’s trying to get to her feet, her face leaking blood on the mat. She’s on all fours...Storm charges forward and BAM!! He blasts her with Shoot to Kill!!! Ally’s head snaps upward, blood flying through the air!! Some of it lands on Kali, which fires him up...TLS has to really dig in to keep him from reaching the door. Ally is on her feet, leaning back...about to collapse at any second. Storm hoists her onto his shoulders in an inverted Fireman’s Carry~

Jones: Incrusio!! If he hits this, it’s over!

Hood: He’s making his former flame bleed...you know a lot of jilted lovers out there are in fantasy land watching this.

Bifford: *eats ham*

~Storm tosses Ally over for his patented Inverted GTS!! But Ally lands on her feet!! She kicks him in the gut, brings him forward, double underhooks both his arms and she drops him on the mat, face first with Fallen Angel!!!!! The crowd pops from the move! Zybala and Amick pause their stomping on JPD to catch what’s going on on the screen nearest them. Ally, however, lays back, holding her head...she can’t capitalize, not yet~

Jones: Ally dodged Incursio! And hit Fallen Angel!

Hood: Fuck, that woman is tough.

Bifford: You know what isn’t tough? This delicious ham.

Hood: Glad you like it, Champ!

Bifford: Also, BRIM.

~Easton pulls himself up using the top rope. He leans back, holding his traumatized neck. Ally rolls over and she covers Storm after hitting Fallen Angel. Scruff slides in for the count~

1!

2!

3!!!

NO!

~Easton breaks up the pin by kicking Ally in the back of the head. The movement forces him to double over, holding his neck. Ally crawls away, toward the ropes...she uses them to get to her feet. She sees Easton’s weakened state. She might be drenched in blood, but his neck is injured. The latter is, for the moment, more debilitating. Calaway runs forward, looking for a Swinging Neck Breaker...but Easton stands upright, avoiding the move!! Ally hits a corner...she stops short, front first. Easton charges in for a splash, but Ally ducks and hoists him up!! He leaps into the air and lands on the top buckle, facing the cage. He turns around...Ally shakes the ropes!! Easton loses his balance and he gets crotched on the top buckle!! The fans all wince and groan. Even Zybala holds his little zybalas, feeling that one~

Jones: Well, at least, for the moment, Easton can’t feel the pain in his neck.

Hood: How’s that ham, Champ?

Bifford: Delicious, Friend Hood. Just like my victory tonight over KILLER KAL will be.

~Ally wastes no time. She climbs up, meeting Easton on the top buckle. She pulls him up and punches him in the gut. She pulls him forward and double underhooks his arms. The fans all rise, holding their breath. Zybala and Amick look on, as do Kali and TLS...BRIM stares up, smiling~

Jones: Oh no, don’t tell me...Dragon Driver 98 from the top rope! She’s gonna break his neck, Hood!

Hood: Hey, turnabout is fairplay! He tried to break hers and failed. Now, she’s gonna show him how it’s done.

Jones: What a cruel injustice this would be if Easton lost the biggest match of his life by eating his own finisher which he’s been banned from using.

~Ally is about to deliver Dragon Driver 98 from the top on Easton!! But, Mark Storm walks up and grabs Ally!!! He hoists her onto his shoulders!! Inverted Fireman’s Carry!!! He tosses her over and he hits INCURSIO!!!!! Ally’s face takes a vicious SMACK...blood splatters into the air as her body stumbles into the ropes. Storm waits for her to ricochet back. BAM! Out of nowhere, Easton comes running in with a lariat to the back of Storm’s head!!! Storm hits the mat. Ally ricochets off the ropes, Easton picks her up, spins around, slams her to the mat and hooks both legs!! Scruff slides in with the count~

1!

2!

3!!!!!

~The crowd pops!!! Storm dives in at the last second for a break up, but he’s too late!!!~

Belvedere: Here is your winner and the #1 Contender for the Savage Championship...EASTON ALEXANDER!!!!!

Jones: He did it! Easton did it! The breakthrough win!

Hood: Well I’ll be damned.

~TLS, Amick, and Zybala all cheer. Kali just stares at the blood. JPD remains down. BRIM folds his arms, stewing...pissed. Storm looks at Scruff...he points at Ally...he motions that he hit his move...but Scruff explains the situation to him. Easton crawls away...TLS walks over and pulls the door open. He helps Easton out of the ring, toward a chair...he sets Easton down and rubs him on the head, congratulating him. Amick and Zybala would join, but they are back to kicking JPD. Storm hears his explanation...but he’s frustrated. He exits the ring and walks by Easton...Easton looks up at him, holding the wound in his head. Storm nods and says, “You’ve come a long way, kid.” We’re not entirely sure how Easton wants to take that. Storm then heads back to the hangar, making it clear he’s done for the night~

Jones: Mark Storm will not be hanging around ringside for the remainder of the event.

Hood: I don’t blame him. Fuck it. What business of it is his to hang around? Get yourself fixed up and move on to the next challenge.

Jones: It appears Easton will remain. Ally...not sure. She’s a little worse for wear inside that ring. No Paramount members out here to help her.

~Scruff motions for some help. The Knife Man enters the ring and takes a look at Ally. We cut to some ACTION. Amick has JPD up and his arms hooked behind him in a straightjacket. Zybala says, “HERE’S ANOTHER TITLE SHOT!” and he BLASTS JPD with the Savage belt. JPD’s busted open...he’s a bloody mess. The face plate of the Savage belt is coated with his own blood. It’s clear Zybala has given him SEVERAL title shots. Amick throws JPD to the ground as Zybala stomps on him~

Jones: Oh my...they’ve really worked JPD over. I’m not sure he’ll be able to compete and defend his title, Hood.

Hood: I was afraid this might happen. Fuck...way to ruin a great champion, guys! THIS IS WHY WE CAN’T HAVE NICE THINGS

Bifford: I have nice things.

Hood: I know you do, champ.

~The Knife Man helps Ally out of the ring...she seems to be coming to, a bit. She pushes Knifey away and staggers around on her own. She spots Easton...they share a commonality. Both wearing blood...their own, and each others. Ally stands over Easton and she slowly raises a fist. Easton reaches out and he bumps fists with Ally! The fans pop~

Jones: Look at that...two warriors showing respect. I think the beef has been squashed.

Hood: The fuck? She literally tried to break his neck a few seconds ago AND hit him in the knee with a bat last week.

Jones: Yea, but she didn’t aim for any vital areas.

Hood: WEAK ASS BOOKING

~The Knife Man, finished with Ally turns and sees JPD. He throws his arms in the air as if to say, “ARE YOU SERIOUS?” Scruff yells from inside the ring, “Get him in here!” The Knife Man heads that way. Amick passes him by...the fans in the arena chant “AMICK! AMICK! AMICK!” Amick has the Savage Title in his arms...he marches up the steel steps and he hands the title over to Scruff. Scruff sighs and holds it up, signifying what’s about to go down. He then hands it back out of the ring to Belvedere for safe keeping. The Knife Man gets JPD up...JPD can barely stand...he’s beaten and battered...his face barely recognizable. He stumbles as The Knife Man tries to get him to the ring. Zybala laughs at him. They walk by Ally...she lunges forward with a forearm shot to JPD’s face, knocking him down. The fans go wild~

Jones: And Ally with a shot in on JPD!

Hood: This is ridiculous. Seriously! He’s our champion!

Jones: It doesn’t appear he’ll be champ for much longer.

~Amick bounces around in the ring, fresh and ready to go. It’s clear he knows he’s seconds away from defeating JPD and winning the Savage Title. Knife Man gets JPD back up and they walk past TLS who grabs JPD and headbutts him!!! JPD falls backwards, to the ground. TLS’s mask is stained red. The Knife Man, again, gets JPD up and they walk past Easton. Easton stands, holding his neck...he delivers a vicious elbow into JPD’s jaw!! JPD falsl to all fours. The Knife Man looks at everyone, pleading with them to stop. The fans are going wild...chanting, “FUCK JPD! FUCK JPD!” The Knife Man gets JPD up and heads towards the door of the cage~

Jones: You reap what you sow, Hood. JPD has been verbally pissing on everybody in this company for a month. What did he think would happen?

Hood: Oh, I don’t know...maybe he thought this place might have something resembling PROFESSIONALISM.

Jones: He clearly hasn’t been paying attention.

~The Knife Man has to basically drag JPD up the steps before kinda tossing him into the ring. Was it intention? Does he hate JPD too? Or, is he just tired of lugging him around. Who knows...either way, JPD tumbles through the ropes and onto the mat where he lays. Amick stands over him. Scruff calls for the bell...it sounds and we’re underway~

Jones: A fresh, eager Amick Dogeron taking on a ripe for the picking, JPD.

Hood: He could probably pin him right now, if he wanted.

Bifford: I like pinning people.

Hood: And you’re very good at it, champ!

~Amick, instead of going for the pin, stomps away on JPD!! The fans go wild! It’s clear Amick has more on his mind than a quick victory...he wants to make JPD pay. As if he hasn’t paid enough! Amick pulls JPD to his feet and whips him into a corner...but JPD can’t make it to the corner...he legs give out and he falls, face first into the middle buckle, where he lays. Amick charges forward and leaps into the air with a Bronco Buster!!! He delivers a wild Bronco Buster to the back of JPD’s head, wrecking his face in the middle buckle! The crowd is eating it up!! Frenzied~

Jones: And there’s a new move from Amick.

Hood: Speaking...I thought he was taking the mask off...why is it still on?

Jones: Give it time, Hood.

Bifford: You know who wears a mask? TLS. I’ve pinned him a lot.

Hood: And I’ve relished every one of them, champ!

~Amick ceases with the Bronco Buster and he backs away...JPD slips off the middle buckle and lands face first on the mat, in the corner. Amick stomps on him. He grabs JPD by the arm and drags him toward the center of the ring...he’s having trouble, though. It seems JPD weighs more than he remembered. He gets him almost to the middle of the ring, but bends over, gasping for air...the weight too much, apparently. He then does a karate wave with his arms before hitting the ropes, coming off and jumping into the air and coming down with a leg drop! The fans go wild!! JPD isn’t moving. Scruff is ready to count the pin...but Amick isn’t done. Not yet~

Jones: Amick kinda playing with his food here.

Hood: That or JPD is dead and he’s the only one who knows it.

Jones: There was some banter on twitter the other day about OCW allowing casual murder.

Hood: This wouldn’t be casual murder, Jones. This would be a global tragedy.

Bifford: MURDER?

Hood: Easy, champ.

~Amick gets to his feet...he’s already starting to sweat. He’s breathing pretty heavily. Did he drink beer all month? What’s the deal. He grabs JPD by the hair and manages to get him to all fours...he tries getting JPD to his feet, but he’s too heavy for Amick. Amick’s muscles are too weak. So, Amick drops to the mat with a very weak X-Factor!!!! JPD is down!!! The fans go wild!! Amick struggles but gets JPD over and he makes the cover!! He points at the sky, counting along with Scruff~

1!

2!

3!!!

Jones: NO!!!

Hood: Oh my...YES

~JPD gets his shoulder up!!! The fans are cheering...until they realize what’s happened. They all look at the screens and see JPD with his shoulder up. The gasp...they recoil in fear. Amick looks down, shocked~

Jones: JPD didn’t stay down! He got his shoulder up...I can’t believe it and neither can these fans!

Hood: Amick better stop acting like a fuckin clown and finish this dude otherwise he’s going to suffer the most embarrassing loss in OCW history.

Bifford: That loss would belong to BRIM, I believe.

Hood: Great insight, champ!

~Amick scrambles to his feet...he’s coated in sweat. He catches his breath and questions Scruff...as he does, we get a shot of the tattoo on his ribs. It looks like it’s starting to peel off...WEIRD. He turns and looks down, stumbling back. JPD is moving! JPD is on all fours! Amick runs forward and he kicks JPD in the head!! JPD falls to his shoulder...but he starts to rise again. Amick hits the ropes and he kicks JPD again...but this time JPD remains on all fours! The fans begin to clamor and urge Amick to do something impactful! HURRY~

Jones: JPD is rising and Amick can’t keep him down!

Hood: The fuck is going on with Amick? I’d probably want a refund on that tattoo.

Jones: First time I’ve seen it peel off, though. All of this is very weird.

Bifford: You know what’s not weird? T! B! B!

~Outside, TLS looks at Zybala. Should they? Easton looks up at TLS...should he? TLS tells them all to hold off...wait, let’s see. JPD on on all fours...Amick calms himself down a bit. He gets in position for a superkick. JPD gets to one knee. The fans are SCREAMING at Amick...DON’T LET THIS GUY GET TO HIS FEET! Zybala yells, ‘WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!’ But Amick assures them that he’s got this...he’s poised...he’s ready...the bloodied, battered JPD rises to his feet like a fuckin zombie. Amick then rushes forward with a SUPERKICK!! IT CONNECTS!!! JPD stumbles into a corner...but he does NOT go down! Amick celebrates hitting the kick only to hear people yell and scream...he turns around and sees JPD...his eyes open, peering through the blood...a smile on his face. He rises from the corner~

Jones: Oh no

Hood: Amick is FUCKED

Jones: I can’t believe what I’m seeing! Amick and JPD were basically equals...and now? Now Amick’s offense against JPD looks like something you’d see from The Lobster Mobster...or Zeus!

Bifford: Lobster? You gentlemen have any?

Jones: Not right now, Biff! High drama in that ring!

~Amick throws his hands in the air...he’s BEGGING JPD not to hurt him! The fans are like, ‘WTF!’ The tattoo on his side has peeled half off. JPD reaches out and grips him by the throat...he picks Amick up and he SLAMS him into the mat with a chokeslam!!! Amick hits hard and lays there like he’s the guy that’s been beaten on for nearly half an hour. JPD stares down at him, ‘pathetic’. He turns and heads for the door. TLS and Zybala look on, wondering what he’s doing. JPD reaches down into his boot and he removes...A LOCK! TLS and Zybala rush for the door to rip it open….Easton is behind them...but they get there too late! The door is locked! JPD looks down at them and he spits a mouth full of blood into their faces! The fans BOOOOOO TLS shakes the door, furious~

Jones: Amick is down! JPD just locked the door! Nobody can get in there and save Amick from what appears to be the most shocking defeat in OCW history.

Hood: I seriously can’t believe what I’m seeing. This is fuckin incredible. Either Amick came down with AIDS or something since his last match or JPD has reached GOD status.

~JPD snares Amick and yanks him off the mat like he weighs nothing...he brings him in tight and he drops him onto the mat with Unscripted Violence!!! The fans BOOOO!!! They try throwing trash into the ring, but it just hits and bounces off the side of the cage. JPD gets back to his feet...the bloodied, battered man has never looked more dangerous. Amick is face down on the mat...JPD has one final move left to finish this feud off. He hits the ropes...he comes off and he delivers BEND THE KNEE! A curb stomp smashing Amick’s mask covered face into the mat!!! The fans are gutted...a near silent hush in the arena. Amick could be seriously injured. JPD stands over him laughing~

Jones: This is tough to watch. I think JPD might have just ended the career of Amick Dogeron.

Bifford: He’s doing it wrong. You don’t want to end their careers. You want them to keep hope alive so you can pin them over, and over, and over, and over, and over.

Hood: You’ve certainly got that aspect of it down, champ!

~JPD, ready to pin Amick, spots something...it’s neon green...it’s a liquid. Is Amick leaking toxic waste?? JPD kicks him over and see a crushed SURGE can poking out from the waist band of Amick’s tights. JPD furrows his brow. He then reaches for Amick’s mask and pulls up, yanking Amick off the mat...he jerks and pulls on the mask until it finally comes off...Amick’s limp body slams against the canvas with the mask in JPD’s hands. He looks at it and then down at Amick...the camera zooms in and the crowd is shocked~

Jones: It’s...IT’S THE DIRTBAG KID!

Hood: Wow, you mean to tell me he’s been Amick Dogeron all along? What a twist!

Jones: I don’t think so, Hood.

~The lights suddenly shift. They turn pink and purple. And, that well known graphic appears on every screen in the venue~

Jones: Hood! It’s the Epic Summer graphic!

Hood: I was wondering if we were gonna get an answer to that…

Jones: What the heck is going on?

~The door to the hangar opens. A figure emerges. JPD heads for the side of the cage, gripping it with his hands, staring through the chain linked fence. The figure pauses at the edge of the walkway, head down...a hood covering his face...he reaches up and he slowly removes the REAL Dogeron mask!!!! He tosses it to the side...and slowly, he raises his head..,.he flips the hood back and we see...~

Jones: I can’t believe it!

Hood: HOLY SHIT! Another relic brought back from the dead!

Jones: IT’S PIC! IT’S PIC! PIC IS BACK!

~Indeed, it’s ICWF, OCW, and GCWA legend PIC!!! A man that hasn’t been seen in over a decade! The fans go wild! “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” PIC looks around, smiling, feeling the energy! He turns, facing the ring and he sprints down the aisle!! TLS and Kali look on, smiling...TLS cheers his former ally on while Kali flashes back, remembering the wars he had with PIC all those years ago! PIC reaches the cage and he starts to climb. JPD looks over at Scruff...he points down at the Dirtbag Kid. He makes the argument that a pin on him should be legal. Scruff doesn’t know what to do. JPD drops down on DBK and yells “COUNT!!!”~

Jones: PIC is here! He’s been under the mask all along! EPIC Summer...A-PIC SUMMER!

Hood: JPD doesn’t know PIC but he’s smart enough to know a huge fucking problem when he sees one. He’s trying to get a pin in on DBK before PIC gets into that ring.

Jones: I don’t think it would count...but it’s murky enough for JPD to use to his advantage.

~JPD threatens violence is Scruff doesn’t count...so, Scruff drops down and makes the count~

1!

2!

3...NO!!!!

~PIC gets to the top of the cage...he sits atop and pushes himself off, dropping down and hitting JPD across the back of the head with an elbow, breaking up the count!!! The crowd goes wild!!! Scruff stands, holding up two fingers! JPD rolls around, holding the back of his head while PIC pops to his feet...the fans chant “PIC! PIC! PIC!”~

Jones: PIC made sure to remove ANY gray area. He doesn’t want to give JPD ANY excuse.

Hood: Well, I mean, if we’re being fair...DBK was recognized as the challenger. I think JPD is gonna have a beef IF he needs one.

Jones: Not me!

Bifford: *eats ham*

~PIC pulls DBK off the mat and he slings him toward the cage door...DBK’s body flies through the air slamming into the cage door before falling to the aprin...again, the fans go wild. He turns his focus back to JPD. JPD is on one knee, trying to get back to his feet...PIC walks over and he kicks JPD in the side of the head, staggering the big man. He stands over JPD and punches him...JPD fights through the punches, getting to his feet only for PIC to knee him in the gut and whip him across the ring into a corner. JPD hits hard. PIC charges in, leaps into the air and smacks JPD in the face with a flying forearm!! PIC takes a few steps back...JPD stumbles forward and PIC leaps into the air and hits JPD in the face with a picture perfect dropkick!! JPD hits the mat and rolls away, under the bottom rope against the side of the cage, knowing he needs some breathing room~

Jones: PIC is on fire! He looks like he hasn’t missed a day!

Hood: Am I missing something? You know he was Amick Dogeron, right? He’s been wrestling at a high level for months!

Jones: Yes, I know. I’m just saying...it’s great to see him back!

Bifford: I’m not impressed.

~PIC goes after him, grabbing him by the legs and trying to pull him back inside the ring, but JPD grips the cage with his hands. So, PIC grabs one of JPD’s legs...he spins around and leans back with a Texas Cloverleaf!!! The crowd goes wild!! JPD yells out in pain, gripping the cage with both hands! Scruff steps in between the ropes and looks down at JPD, asking if he wants to give it up. TLS, Zybala, and Easton all stand near the cage, looking at JPD and telling him to quit. Zybala wipes some blood out of his face and says, “Give it up, Bitch Boy!”~

Jones: PIC’s patented Texas Cloverleaf!! He’s got that applied while he’s in the ring and JPD’s upper half is on the other side of the ropes!

Hood: Not to mention Zybala, TLS, and Easton are all talking shit. This has to be the most unfair match in history.

Bifford: I disagree, friend Hood. The most unfair match in history is whenever BRIM steps into the ring against The Big Bifford.

~JPD’s time is running out. Being a veteran of the business, he knows this. He grips the cage with both hands and he starts to climb! He pulls his body upward, using all the strength he has remaining in his body to do so. The climb shifts the balance. PIC’s no longer learning back on JPD, he’s leaning forward now. JPD continues to pull up, gripping onto that cage for life. PIC stumbles forward, JPD rips his leg free! The fans boo! JPD gets to his feet, he leans against the chain linked fence, closing his eyes, relieved, reaching for his back. PIC doesn’t give him much time to lick his wounds...he comes up behind JPD and tries to lock in a Full Nelson!! JPD’s felt this one before...so he promptly drops down to the apron, on his knees and, in doing so, rakes PIC’s throat over the top rope!! PIC flails backwards, landing on his back, holding his throat in pain~

Jones: JPD with a very smart move. I know I’ve been consumed with PIC’s reveal...but the face JPD is still in this match is truly amazing.

Hood: He basically got run over by a train, hit by a plane, and attacked by a shark and, look at the guy...in a position to still pull out the win!

Bifford: Sounds almost as impressive as T! B! B!

~Zybala throws a SUPERKICK at the cage, but JPD leans back, dodging the impact. He slips through the ropes, back into the ring. JPD uses the ropes to get back to his feet...he turns around, spotting PIC on all fours, trying to get back to his feet. JPD notices an opportunity...he rushes forward and delivers BEND THE KNEE!!! But PIC feels JPD’s foot on the back of his head, so he rises up and catches JPD’s leg!!! JPD is caught, on one leg...PIC stares at him, his eyes full of anger. He punches JPD in the knee a few times before kicking him right in the dick!! JPD doubles over, his gut twisted with pain…PIC rushes forward and he hits JPD in the face with a Superman Punch!!! JPD spins around and stumbles into a corner! The fans are going wild...he staggers back and PIC locks in the Full Nelson!!! The fans rise...PIC administers “Dialysis Paralysis” kneeing JPD in the kidney over and over until JPD looks ready to collapse...PIC then tosses JPD back with a Full Nelson Suplex!! He bridges for the cover...Scruff slides in!! The fans count along~

1!

2!

NO!!!!

Jones: Unbelievable. JPD kicked out.

Hood: He’s unreal, man. He might literally be a pro wrestling zombie. Can’t keep him down.

Bifford: Earl used to be a zombie.

Jones: That’s impossible, Bifford.

~PIC pops back to his feet...he hears TLS, Zybala, and Easton cheering him on, along with the fans. He’s close...he can feel it. He grabs JPD by the hair, pulling him back to his feet. JPD, doubled over, yells and then charges forward! PIC can’t stop the momentum...JPD bullies PIC into a corner, driving his shoulder into PIC’s abdomen. PIC winces...JPD leans into PIC, bent over, gasping for air. PIC recovers and hits JPD in the back with some forearms...he pushes JPD off him...JPD rises up...PIC reaches for him only for JPD to grab PIC by the arm, pull him forward and drop him with a Ripcord Clothesline!!! PIC is turned inside out, landing on the mat hard!! JPD falls front first to the mat...he’s still hurt and fatigued...but he isn’t giving in~

Jones: What impact behind that clothesline! JPD is giving it all he’s got to not only hang in this match but potentially win!

Hood: PIC has every advantage. And I mean EVERY advantage. If he can’t win...I dunno. Maybe he should join PTSD with all the other wrestlers who are good but not good enough.

Bifford: Is BRIM in that stable?

Hood: Not yet, champ!

~Both men are down. Zybala, Easton, TLS, and now Ally have all surrounded the ring. They shake the cage, urging PIC to get up. The fans chant “PIC! PIC! PIC!” PIC starts to move, feeling the energy being thrown his way. JPD is still down. PIC gets to one knee...the chants get louder and louder. JPD rises, getting to both knees. PIC stands! He walks past the kneeling JPD...JPD gets to his feet and PIC suddenly leaps into the air with a Pele Kick!!! But JPD catches him!!! JPD jumps up and he drops PIC on his head with a TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER!! PIC doesn’t stay down...he sits up and scrambles to his feet, even though his eyes clearly look like those of a man who isn’t behind the wheel. JPD gets to his feet, exhausted, bloodied, discombobulated...but he has enough left to kick PIC in the gut...he brings PIC in and he drops him with UNSCRIPTED VIOLENCE!!! The crowd gasps!! The OCW wrestlers surrounding the ring yell “NO!!!” PIC is face down. JPD falls back after the move, on the mat, gasping for air! The fans continue to boo. Scruff looks on...waiting for one of the wrestlers to make a move~

Jones: Unscripted Violence!! PIC is beat! He’s beat!

Hood: Un-fucking-believable. If you weren’t sitting right next to me, champ...I’d suggest we give JPD the OCW Title.

Bifford: JPD? Never heard of him.

Jones: You might want to take notes, Bifford. He’s maybe the most impressive roster we’ve seen in a long, long time.

~JPD rolls over...he’s face down, his eye opens and looks over at PIC, who is also face down, yet to move. JPD grimaces, fighting through the pain...slowly he crawls toward PIC and shoves, pushing him over. JPD then makes the cover! The fans BOOOO!!! TLS shakes the cage door, trying to rip it open...Scruff drops down to make the count~

1!

2!

3!!!

NO!

Jones: PIC with the shoulder up!

Hood: But he BARELY kicked out. I think JPD has somehow, someway brought this shit back to neutral.

Jones: It seems like every disadvantage PIC once owned have all been eradicated by the belligerent Jace Parker Davidson.

~JPD rolls onto his back after the shoulder up. PIC gets to his side. JPD sits up...he spots TLS, shaking the door and JPD smiles. He sees Zybala gripping the cage, his smile grows wider. All these people...all pulling against him...an opportunity to fuck up all their evenings. He struggles, but gets to his feet. Amick is on one knee...JPD stands over him and punches him in the face...he hits him again and again...measured strikes, like he wants to bust him open. PIC is reeling, leaning back. JPD yanks him to his feet and he whips him into the nearest corner, HARD. PIC leans forward, ready to collapse...JPD comes flying in like a fucking missile with a SPEAR into PIC’s body!!! Groans from the crowd. JPD stands back...PIC is gasping for air. JPD grabs him by the hair, ripping him out of the corner...JPD slugs him across the face with a huge right hand. PIC spins around...JPD then jumps up and drops him with a Lungblower!!! PIC flails atop the mat, arching his back, wincing in pain. JPD remains down for a second...still wounded, but increasing in confidence. The fans resume chanting “FUCK JPD! FUCK JPD!”~

Jones: JPD in total control here in the very late stages of this one. He’s got the lead with the finish line in sight.

Hood: Finish him off, JPD! Shove it in the face of all these stupid ass fans!

~The crowd pops!! JPD looks over and he sees TLS climbing the cage!! Zybala follows suit! He looks and sees Ally climbing! He turns and there’s Easton climbing! Suddenly, the four OCW wrestlers pulling for PIC have resorted to scaling the cage...four wrestlers climbing, one for each side of the cage. The fans chant “YES!” as they scale. JPD’s entire demeanor changes...his laser focus and disciplined determination give way to slight panic. He’s got to hurry. If any of those fuckers get in the ring, it’s over. He scurries to his feet~

Jones: The OCW roster at ringside is trying to climb INTO the cage to STOP JPD!

Hood: Just when you think he’s out...THEY PULL HIM BACK IN

Jones: If JPD wants to win this...if he wants to hold on to ANY chance of victory...now’s the time.

Hood: If you’ve got a match ending move, big guy...you’d better hit it now.

Bifford: Like the Biff End!

Hood: A great move, champ!

~JPD is on his feet...PIC is on all fours, trying to stand...JPD rushes forward, wildly with an attempt to hit Bend the Knee!!! PIC drops to the mat and rolls away, avoiding the curb stomp!! JPD’s leg stomps into the mat. He turns around...PIC scrambles to his feet...he rushes at JPD, throwing a flying forearm...but JPD ducks and shoves PIC into the ropes...PIC bounces off and JPD kicks him in the gut...he hooks him for Unscripted Violence!!! The fans rise~

Jones: Here we go!

Hood: It’s now or never, big guy!

~PIC refuses to let JPD hit his DDT. So, JPD pummels PIC in the back with forearms...he even takes his hand and gouges at PIC’s face. PIC falls to the mat, on all fours. JPD looks around...the four wrestlers are reaching the top of the cage. JPD hits the ropes, he bounces off and he jumps up for BEND THE KNEE!!! But PIC catches JPD and rises with him on his shoulders!!! The crowd goes wild!!!~

Jones: The Showstoppa!

Hood: Holy shit!

~PIC has JPD up in the Fireman’s carry!!! The fans are going wild! JPD reaches forward and he rakes PIC across the eyes!! The people BOOOO!!! PIC drops JPD and stumbles forward. He turns around and JPD boots him in the gut!!! The wrestlers reach the top of the cage…they’re moving as fast as they can...will they make it in time? JPD brings PIC in for Unscripted Violence!! JPD pausese, looks up, and mocks the wrestlers at the top of the cage. PIC rises with JPD on his shoulders!!! He tosses JPD around and drops him with THE SHOWSTOPPA!!!! The fans go wild!!!! JPD is down!!! PIC dives on top of him...Scruff slides in~

1!

2!

3!!!!!!!

~The bell rings! Everybody in attendance goes wild~

Belvedere: Here is your winner...AND NEW OCW SAVAGE CHAMPION...PIC!!!!!

Jones: He did it! PIC did it!

Hood: Fuck...what a ride.

~JPD rolls away, holding his head in pain. PIC rises...he looks around, stunned. Almost like he can’t believe it. TLS, Zybala, Ally and, yes, even a wounded Easton all hit the ring. They rush over, congratulating PIC. The fans join them in chanting ‘PIC! PIC! PIC!’ They head for the locked door. Kali greets them there...he grabs the door and he RIPS it over, destroying the lock. TLS looks down at him like, ‘You could’ve done that this entire time? C’mon, man.’ The four wrestlers help PIC out of the cage and back to safety where they congratulate him. BRIM looks on, narrowing his eyes...he doesn’t seem to be enjoying this as much as they are. JPD, meanwhile, pulls himself up and he sits against the ropes with The Knife Man in the ring, checking him out~

Jones: The celebration is on! PIC has slayed the arrogant JPD...what a match! What a moment!

Hood: Kinda sucks that JPD never really had a chance in this one. The fuckin fix was in from the beginning.

Jones: Truth or Consequences, Hood. JPD felt the consequences of his actions tonight.

~JPD looks up at Knife Man. He extends a hand and The Knife Man helps him to his feet. The Knife Man helps a very wounded, very injured looking JPD out of the ring. The celebration halts as they all look at JPD being helped down the steps. Zybala seems eager to SUPERKICK JPD...but PIC holds him back. PICs the man who’s been at war with JPD and, even though they couldn’t be farther apart in ideologies, there’s respect that’s been forged through three in-ring wars. Don’t kick a fellow warrior when he’s down, basically. The Knife Man helps JPD past the celebration part and to the aisle…JPD drops to one knee, acting like he can’t go on. The Knife Man asks what he can do for JPD...JPD says, “I need EPU.” The Knife Man looks around...these dudes were banned from ringside...but...the match is over~

Jones: Don’t do it, Knifey. Don’t let those guys out here.

Hood: Why not? JPD is injured, man. Look at him. He needs their help.

Jones: I’m telling you, don’t do it.

~The Knife Man heads down the walkway, toward the back where EPU has been sequestered this entire time. Meanwhile, back at ringside, Zybala marches his merry ass toward the announce table where he grabs the Savage Belt. He’s going to deliver it to PIC. But, the title is RIPPED from his hands by BRIM. Zybala turns around only for BRIM to nail him with a belt shot!! The fans BOOOO!!! TLS rushes to help his partner only for BRIM to hit him with a belt shot! More boos!!! Easton and Ally stand next to PIC, who moves forward, toward BRIM...but BRIM chest passes the title as hard as he can into PIC’s body. PIC catches it, but the force sends him stumbling into the barricade. BRIM storms up the steps and he enters the ring yelling, “LET’S GO! Get their asses in here!”~

Jones: And the party is cut short by BRIM. He’s ready to fight.

Hood: At least he delivered the belt to its owner. He could’ve stolen it like SOME people.

Jones: But he didn’t have to hit Zybala and TLS with it, Hood.

Hood: Sure he did.

Bifford: Say, is that BRIM?

Jones: Welcome to the show, Bifford.

Bifford: Hmm

~PIC hands his title over to Easton before heading to check on TLS and Zybala. The Knife Man is gone...JPD remains at the aisle, resting, waiting, hoping for backup. PIC gets Zybala up...Mike is holding his head, he’s not busted...but he’s definitely groggy. They get to TLS...PIC helps him up. TLS mask is covered in blood...but that’s from earlier when JPD spit on him. Otherwise, he looks okay. Both men hold their heads and stumble around. Behind them, Easton holds PIC’s title...staring at it~

Jones: Not sure the #1 contender is the best person to hand your belt to.

Hood: Run away with the belt, young Easton! Now’s the time!

Jones: I thought you hated belt thieves.

Hood: Only when it pertains to certain thieves. Easton’s okay.

~The fans suddenly BOOOO!!!! Our view cuts and we see The Knife Man opening the hangar and letting EPU out! JPD smiles...suppressing it real quick, going back to acting like he’s too hurt to do anything. EPU reaches ringside and they help JPD to his feet. PIC, meanwhile, has TLS and Zybala near the door, making sure they’re ready to step inside with BRIM. JPD is helped to his feet by EPU...calmly he delivers some instructions and EPU goes to work~

Jones: Oh no. Why’d he release them!

Hood: Because, he’s a goofball wearing a mask.

~EPU tosses The Knife Man down and stomp on him until he’s unconscious. They head toward the ring where they begin to batter and brawl with Zybala and TLS! The fans BOOO!!! JPD looks on smiling through a bloodied, pained face. Zybala and TLS put up a fight but the EPU crew is too much. They beat Zybala and TLS down with JPD yelling out, “My tag title shot! I want it!” BRIM looks on from the cage...he’s not going to lift a finger...and why should he?~

Jones: EPU is going to ruin the #1 contenders match!

Hood: Hey, they did this shit to JPD. Consequences, baby! It cuts both ways.

~The crowd pops as Kali, Easton, PIC and Ally go after EPU! EPU turns and begins brawling with the other four OCW wrestlers! Ally gets laid out! Easton, PIC, and Kali hold their own, brawling and fighting with the insanely powerful group JPD has brought with him. Easton finally goes down...then PIC, weakened from his battle against JPD goes down, but Kali refuses...he brawls with the EPU members, standing his ground~

Jones: Look at Kali go!

Hood: I mean, EPU is getting some licks in but he seems to be enjoying it.

Jones: He’s crazy. Krazy Kali.

Bifford: Are we talking about KILLER KAL?

Hood: Happy to hear you’re still with us, champ!

~JPD looks on...Kali standing his ground and holding his own is something JPD did not expect. He calls EPU off...TLS, Zybala, Easton, and Ally are all laid out. The objective has been achieved. EPU heads back toward JPD, leaving Kali at ringside...Kali is fired up...he yells, “C’MON!” He wants to fight some more...he heads for EPU but TLS grabs at his leg...Kali looks down seeing his PTSD friends on the ground...he curses and drops to a knee to help them. JPD has EPU all gathered around him at the aisle...he looks at them. Welsh promised he’d let them come to ringside if JPD needed them. Welsh did not comply. JPD says, “C’mon, let’s go find Welsh.” EPU followed JPD from ringside back into the hangar~

Jones: Welsh is in trouble.

Hood: Hey, he gave his word to JPD and backed off. If you don’t want these wrestlers to try and kick your ass, don’t lie to them.

Jones: A promoter through and through.

~Back at ringside, BRIM gets TLS to his feet. TLS leans against the cage...he can feel BRIM looking through the chained linked fence at him. Kali asks if TLS wants him to get in there and fuck BRIM up. TLS holds Kali off. TLS is clearly suffering from the beat down...but he fights through the pain and heads for the door, telling Kali to help Zybala. Kali drops to a knee to help Zybala...TLS steps up and enters into the cage to a huge ovation! The moment is short lived as BRIM attacks him instantly~

Jones: TLS showing the guts and heart that it takes to compete and win a match of his caliber.

Hood: Say what you want about that man but his loyalty and his spirit are OCW through and through.

Jones: There’s no doubt about that.

The Big Bifford: THE LOST SOUL! I didn’t know he was out here. I stole his soul, you know...after pinning him several times.

Jones: WE KNOW

~BRIM pummels TLS down to a knee with forearm shots into his back. The fans are booing. TLS throws a few stiff punches into BRIM’s belly, but they don’t impact the big guy much. BRIM snatches TLS in a front face lock...TLS tries to push BRIM back but BRIM is too big, too strong. BRIM pulls TLS to his feet, hoists him up and tosses him over with a suplex! TLS hits hard, arching his back. BRIM pops back to his feet, not wasting any time. He stands over TLS and leaps into the air with a leg drop! Huge impact! BRIM gets to his knees and he grabs TLS by the head, slamming the back of his skull into the mat, repeatedly. The fans continue to boo~

Jones: BRIM having his way with TLS at the moment. Zybala needs to get in there.

Hood: Yea, even this match out. If he doesn’t, he might nap through the entire thing.

Bifford: Zybala? He stole my shoes.

Hood: I’m sorry that happened to you, champ. Do you need a moment to yourself?

Bifford: I need to get a closer look at this match.

~Bifford leaves commentary~

Jones: Of course, it’s the great shoe conspiracy that gets his attention.

Hood: Shoes are very important. Just ask people without them.

~Kali has Zybala on his feet. Zybala is woozy...he shakes it off. Kali points into the ring. Mike turns around and sees BRIM mauling his tag partner. Zybala springs into action! It’s a Wild Zybala! He hustles up the steps and climbs to the top rope! The fans go wild! BRIM is on his knees choking TLS. Zybala leaps off the top rope and he comes down with a Double Axe Handle to the back of BRIM’s head!! Huge ovation!!! Zybala gets to his feet...he looks out into the crowd, then into the hard camera and...he starts throwing Wild SUPERKICKS into the air! “ZYBALA! ZYBALA! ZYBALA!”~

Jones: The most over star in OCW.

Hood: Really speaks to the mental state of our audience.

Jones: Rude.

~Zybala is set to go back after BRIM but he sees Bifford staring up at him from outside the ring. Zybala looks down and Bifford inquires about his shoes...before Zybala can answer, BRIM runs him over with a clothesine!! Zybala’s body flies into the ropes, through them, and slams into the cage in front of Bifford. BRIM looks down at Biff...Biff smiles up at him. BRIM is like, “I ain’t got time for that asshole.” He turns to go back after TLS. Meanwhile, Bifford reaches up and grabs Zybala’s foot~

Jones: Leave his shoes alone!

Hood: Hey, quid pro quo. Zybala took his shoes, now he’s going to take Zybala’s.

Jones: The man is competing! Leave hie shoe alone!

~BRIM turns around, going back after TLS. TLS is hunched over the middle rope, coughing. BRIM grabs him by the back of his head, jerking him up to his feet and shoving him, front first into the ropes...TLS hits the ropes and stumbles backward as BRIM clotheslines the fuck out of the back of his head!! TLS staggers forward, into the ropes again, he stumbles back a second time with far less strength in his legs. BRIM grabs TLS by the arms and he tosses him up and over onto his head with a Straight Jacket Suplex!! BRIM shows tremendous agility for a man his size by briding into a pin. Scruff slides in with the count~

1!

2!

KICK OUT!

Jones: BRIM going for a pin early in this match. Makes sense.

Hood: Yea, he’s fresh as fuck. Zybala and TLS have been active all night, including a beat down.

Jones: Mhm

~BRIM rolls over after the kick out. TLS winds up on all fours...he tries to get his feet only for BRIM to snatch him in another front face lock. TLS tries to wiggle and fight his way free, but BRIM is too strong. BRIM hoists TLS into the air...a vertical suplex! He holds him and holds him. Tremendous strength...he then legs TLS go!! He catches TLS on his shoulders and falls back with a HUGE Samoan Drop!!! Big move!!! TLS is down, holding his midsection in pain. BRIM sits up, in total control. He looks over at Zybala...Biff is trying to untie Mike’s shoe~

Jones: If something doesn’t change soon, BRIM’s gonna breeze to victory.

Hood: BRIM looks like he’s on his game tonight, right?

Jones: That he does. He’d love nothing more than another crack at Bifford.

~Zybala comes to and sees Bifford untying his shoe...or, ya know, wrestling boot. Zybala yanks it away, quickly. Bifford glares at him through the cage...Zybala rolls away, back into the ring...as he does, BRIM is there, on his feet, stomping on Mike. The fans boo. BRIM grabs Mike by his shirt and pants, picking him up off the mat like a sack of garbage...he swings Zybala back, then forward...back and then forward...back and then forward...he’s got some momentum...he swings Zybala back before launching him forward, into the Steel Cage!! But Zybala lands on the side of the cage with hands and feet, latching on!! The fans go wild!!! Zybala leaps off the cage and spins around the air to attack BRIM...but BRIM catches him in mid air, wraps his hands around Zybala and spins around with a HUGE Belly-to-Belly! Zybala is flattened on the mat...we get a shot at his right boot...the shoe laces untied and laying atop the mat~

Jones: Damn! I thought Zybala had some momentum...but BRIM stopped him right in his tracks.

Hood: Zybala’s shoe laces are untied. The more I watch this man the more he makes me think I’m looking at a giant toddler.

Jones: Look, his shoes were tied when he came out here, alright? BIFFORD untied them.

Hood: Hey, I mean, that’s one version of the story.

Jones: IT’S THE ONLY VERSION

~BRIM stands tall over both Zybala and TLS. Kali looks on...he’s seen enough of this shit. He turns toward the crowd. He spots a guy wearing a “PRO WRESTLING IS LIFE” t-shirt. Kali doesn’t think much of this mark...he overhears the mark talking to a person nearby about workrate. Kali rips the mark’s chair away. The mark yells at Kali only to get a chair shot across the head! The fans go wild! The mark at ringside is down...Kali holds the chair up, nodding as if to say ‘This’ll do’. Back inside the ring, BRIM drags Zybala near TLS. He bends down and grabs both men by the throat, pulling them to their feet. He takes a few steps back before running them both over with a double clothesline!!! TLS and Zybala hit the man!! Booos from the fans! BRIM stacks Zybala on top of TLS...he then runs into the ropes for some devastating maneuver...but, we’ll never know because CRACK!!! Kali WALLOPS BRIM in the back of the head, through the cage with a chair shot!!! BRIM stumbles and staggers, dropping to a knee. The fans cheer~

Jones: Kali just wrecked that chair on the back of BRIM’s head THROUGH the cage!

Hood: Hey, PTSD for life. Literally. Just ask Fred from Vietnam.

Jones: I’d rather not.

~Zybala, on top of TLS comes to...so does TLS. They are front to front. Zybala’s eyes look into TLS’ eyes...the pause for a moment before both men scramble off each other and to their feet...they then have some discourse about football real quick. BRIM returns to his feet. Zybala and TLS are on their knees...TLS fires up first, heading for BRIM...he punches BRIM in the head...BRIM is rocked from the chair shot...he stumbles back. TLS takes a few steps back before lunging at BRIM...but BRIM throws his giant shoulder into TLS knocking him down! Zybala is next...he’s on his feet...he is coiled, ready...BRIM turns to go after him...but Zybala throws a SUPERKICK!! But he falls! He stepped on his shoe lace!! BRIM pulls him off the mat and brings him in...he hoists him up for a powerbomb...faces the cage and throws Zybala into the steel cage!!! Zybala hits hard and falls to the apron, next to Biff. Bifford looks at Zybala’s shoe~

Jones: That shoelace prevented Zybala from hitting his patented SUPERKICK on BRIM!

Hood: Man, that’s a tough break.

Jones: TOUGH BREAK?! Are you kidding me!

~Bifford works on removing Zybala’s right shoe/boot. BRIM holds his head, the inside still ringing from Kali’s chair shot. Kali looks on, chair in hand...ready to do more if he has to. TLS returns to his feet...he sees BRIM is still rocked from the chair shot. So he lunges forward with a big boot to BRIM’s head. But BRIM catches TLS’ leg! TLS then leaps up and smacks BRIM in the head with an Enziguri!!! BRIM stumbles back into a corner! The crowd pops. TLS gets to his feet and he runs in with a HUGE STRANGER SPLASH!! TLS then unloads a flurry of right hands into BRIM’s head~

Jones: TLS has seized momentum!

Hood: It pays to have allies. BRIM turned PTSD down, in his own words. He could really use them right now.

Jones: More consequences.

~TLS takes a few steps back...BRIM stumbles forward. TLS delivers a Mongolian Chop!!! BRIM’s body freezes up, his nerves shocked by the impact. TLS lunges forward with a big boot into BRIM’s head!! BRIM stumbles to the side, into the ropes. TLS stays after him, pummeling BRIM with forearm shots. Meanwhile, Bifford reaches in and he pulls Zybala’s boot off! Zybala’s right foot is exposed! He’s wearing a Green Power Ranger sock underneath. Biff yanks the boot through the chain linked fence and holds it up high...the fans boo~

Jones: Well, I hope he’s happy. He just stole Zybala’s shoe!

Hood: He might have given Mike the advantage, though.

Jones: How do you figure that?

Hood: You know his feet probably reek...the smell might incapacitate his two opponents, allowing him to win. Some extra STANK on that SUPERKICK.

Jones: I have it on very good authority that Zybala washes his feet on a regular basis.

Hood: Whoa. TMI, buddy

~Zybala rolls away from the cage...he looks down at his exposed foot and over at Biff. He shakes his fist at Biff. Biff shakes Zybala’s boot back at him. Zybala looks over at TLS pummeling BRIM with forearm strikes...but they seem to lessen in impact. BRIM drives an elbow into TLS’ midsection. TLS stumbles back. BRIM hits him again and again...TLS staggers toward the center of the ring. BRIM is about to take TLS down when CRACK!! Zybala flies into view with a SUPERKICK to the side of BRIM’s head!!! BRIM spins around before falling face first onto the mat! HUGE ovation from the fans!!~

Jones: Well, the Superkick is still effective. Thank goodness.

Hood: Damnit. BRIM should’ve ended this when he had the chance.

Jones: True...PTSD has the numbers...but, only one can win.

~Zybala asks TLS if he’s okay. TLS nods. Zybala extends a fist for a bump saying, “Let’s finish this.” TLS nods and reaches out to bump Zybala’s fist...but, instead, he takes him over with STRANGER DANGER!!! Scruff slides in with the pin~

1!

2!

3...NO!!

Jones: Zybala kicks out, barely!

Hood: Haha, there’s the good ole TLS. Don’t trust him for a second.

~Zybala has a look of shock on his face after kicking out. He turns over and gets to his knees looking at TLS, who is already standing. TLS just shrugs. Zybala says, “Okay, prison rules? Fine!” He gets to his feet. Kali, in the background, hears the term ‘prison rules’ and he tosses the chair in his hands over the top of the cage into the ring. Zybala rushes TLS...TLS is ready...the two men begin brawling as the chair lands on the mat, next to them. They don’t pay attention...the tag team champions are trading lefts and rights to a huge ovation from the fans~

Jones: Tag champs yesterday and tomorrow...but tonight, they are opponents.

Hood: Both men have been so close to earning the OCW Title in recent months. This could be their last chance for a long, long while.

Jones: Incentive enough to put loyalties and friendship aside for an evening.

~TLS levels Zybala with a right hand...Zybala is staggered. But, he fires forward with a SUPERKICK!! TLS dodges and spins around, locking Zybala in a Full Nelson...but Zybala kicks up, gets his feet on the top rope and shoves backward!! He flips over TLS, breaking free and landing on his feet behind his tag partner. TLS spins around with a discus lariat...Zybala ducks...TLS spins around...Zybala jumps up and he drops TLS with a Backstabber!!! TLS rolls over, holding his back in pain. Zybala pops back to his feet, encouraging the already loud crowd to get louder~

Jones: Tremendous action. Zybala showing why he’s one of the best in OCW history.

Hood: I mean, if you’re that short you’d better be quick.

~Zybala goes after TLS but BRIM is back in the picture. He rushes over, shoving Zybala back!! Zybala hits the ropes...he springs off and charges at BRIM...BRIM spins around with a roundhouse kick but Zybala ducks...he hits the ropes and flyes off with a Crossbody!! But BRIM catches him. BRIM looks over his shoulder...he then falls back with a Fallaway Slam, tossing Zybala over his head, over the ropes and CRASHING into the cage! Zybala hits hard and lands on the apron near Biff. Biff leans in and shakes Zybala~

Jones: Biff took Zybala’s shoe...but now he’s helping him?

Hood: I don’t know. It’s Biff. I just roll with it. Maybe taking someone’s shoe is an act of endearment where Biff comes from.

Jones: Where is that again?

Hood: Fuck it’s been so long, I forgot. Phoenix?

Jones: Wow, so he didn’t grow up TOO FAR from his nemesis...SiLVeRFReaK

~TLS returns to his feet, holding his back. BRIM greets him with a forearm uppercut that is brutal!! TLS stumbles into a corner, nearly knocked unconscious. BRIM runs forward, showing that uncanny and freakish quickness as he SLAMS his body into TLS. He takes a few steps back...TLS staggers forward and BRIM nearly knocks his head off with a big boot! TLS falls to the mat. BRIM hits the ropes, comes off, and delivers a Senton onto TLS!! He tunrs over and makes the cover~

1!

2!

KICK OUT!

Jones: TLS hanging in there...but BRIM is wearing him down.

Hood: A man that big and that athletic just shouldn’t be possible. But, there he is. THERE’S BRIM

Jones: This reminds me of The GREAT ILLUMINATUS. Zybala and TLS are enemies BUT I think they need each other tonight.

~Bifford continues trying to wake Zybala up. Zybala rolls over and sees Bifford’s giant, murderous face staring at him. He yelps and gets away...Bifford calls out, “Get the chair! Get the chair!” Zybala crawls back into the ring and sees the chair. He doesn’t want to admit it but...it’s pretty good advice. He snatches the chair. BRIM sees Zybala acquire the chair and is like, ‘Oh hell naw’. He gets to his feet to stop Zybala...but Zybala pops to his feet and he swings the chair at BRIM. BRIM throws his right arm up, blocking the shot. Zybala looks at the warped chair and at BRIM, who is unaffected, save for a gash in his forearm...he looks down at it and uses it to attack Zybala! Forearm strikes!!! Zybala drops the chair and falters back into a corner! Blood mist flying with each strike!! BRIM takes a few steps back...blood staining Zybala’s face from BRIM’s forearm. BRIM rushes ahead with a HUGE slap, yelling “SIT YO ASS DOWN!” Zybala falls to his ass. BRIM walks backwards, creating space...he then gets set to charge at Zybala for a senton in the corner...but TLS reaches out and trips him up!!! BRIM stumbles forward...Zybala pops to his feet and SUPERKICK!!! BRIM falls to the mat!!! Zybala stumbles around, holding his chest!! Bifford shakes Zybala’s shoe in the air, perhaps using it as a source of energy, like an urn. Zybala stumbles around and he falls on top of BRIM!!! Scruff slides in for the count~

1!

2!

3..NO!

Jones: So close!

Hood: TLS diving in at the last second to break that shit up!

Jones: Yep.

~Zybala slams the mat with both hands. He looks over at TLS...he wants to ask ‘why’ but he knows. TLS stands...he pays Zybala the respect of allowing him to get to his feet. Zybala does and he lunges at TLS...but his right foot slips, the sock unable to cling to the mat like his boot. TLS grabs Mike and he slings him into the nearest corner where Mike’s shoulder rams into the middle buckle. TLS tries to roll him up from behind for a pin...but Zybala rolls all the way through, backwards, getting to his feet. Zybala pops to his feet and TLS is right behind him...Zybala throws a SUPERKICK!!! But TLS ducks and hoists Zybala onto his shoulders! He tosses Zybala over for an Attitutde Adjustment...but Zybala lands on his feet! TLS turns around, quickly...both men coiled, ready for a strike...but they pause as the mat shakes. They turn and BAM! Both men are run over by a double clothesline from BRIM!! The fans booo~

Jones: You cannot...cannot...cannot forget about BRIM.

Hood: I mean, he’s like 400lbs and they’re locked in a cage. Seems like he’d be hard to forget about.

Jones: Seems but when you’re caught up in the battle...weird things happen.

~BRIM grabs Zybala first...he gets him to his feet before running him over with another lariat!! Zybala’s body flies into the ropes...but it keeps him standing, just for a moment as BRIM takes his bloodied forearm and delivers a roaring forearm to the head of Zybala!! Zybala flies into the air and hits the mat, hard...instinctively, he crawls toward a corner for safety and recover. He turns over, seated up against the bottom buckle. BRIM charges in with a hip splash that WRECKS Zybala’s head and neck!! Zybala crawls out of the corner...like a wounded animal, unaware of its surroundings...BRIM yanks him off the mat and hoists him into the air...he tosses him up and over his head with a second fallaway slam!! Zybala, this time, remains on his back. BRIM kips up!! The fans pop for the incredible athleticism...he then runs at Zybala and performs a standing shooting star press!! Wow! What a move!! BRIM makes the cover. Scruff slides in~

1!

2!

3!

NO!

Jones: TLS, again, dives in for the save.

Hood: BRIM hit the amazing series of moves he terms ‘Don’t Call it a Comeback’

Jones: Gonne be hard for Zybala to comeback from all of that.

Hood: No shit

~TLS staggers to his feet after breaking up the pin. BRIM, pissed off, gets to his feet and he reaches out, wrapping his hands around TLS’ throat. He bullest the stranger back into a corner, squeezing and choking. TLS tries to break free but BRIM is too strong. Kali looks on, prepared to enter that fuckin cage. Zybala rolls over and sees his tag partner in trouble. He finds the mangled chair, grabbing it. Bifford offers Zybala his shoe back...but Zybala ignores the champ. Zybala stumbles around, heading toward BRIM and he unloads a series of chair shots into BRIM’s back!! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!! BRIM turns around to fight back but Zybala continues assaulting him with shots!!! BRIM drops to one knee. TLS steps out of the corner and stomps on BRIM while Zybala massacres him with chair shots until the monster drops to the mat. The fans go wild as Zybala holds the chair high in the air. TLS bends over for a second, catching his breath. Zybala then this him with a SUPERKICK!!!! The fans gasp!! TLS flips back, violently. Zybala dives on top of him for the cover!!! Scruff slides in, the fans count along~

1!

2!

….

NO!

Jones: There we go! Zybala learning to play the game1

Hood: About fucking time. He’s only been in this business for twenty years.

Jones: Nearly pulled it out, too. But TLS, like always, seems to slither out of negative situation at the very, last second.

~Zybala sighs with disappointment. SO CLOSE. He gets to his feet and pulls TLS up. He shoves TLS back into a corner and runs forward, lifting a knee into his partner’s face. CRACK! He stops and looks at TLS, asking if he’s okay. TLS starts to answer but Zybala laughs saying, “Nah, I don’t care.” He then tosses TLS out of the corner with a hip toss! TLS lands on top of BRIM!!! The awkward landing sends TLS back to his feet...he’s stumbling...he’s ripe for a kick. Zybala is ready! Zybala charges forward with a SUPERKICK!! But BRIM grabs him by the leg and pulls back!! Zybala’s sock covered foot slips on the canvas and he face plants on the mat!!! The fans boooo!!!! TLS drops to a knee while BRIM sits up~

Jones: I get the feeling that as long as all three of those men are in that ring NOBODY is going to win.

Hood: They just keep fuckin up each other’s pin attempt.

Jones: Three OCW veterans...completely aware of what’s at stake and what they need to do to win.

~BRIM returns to his feet...TLS remains on one knee. Zybala is still down. BRIM pulls TLS up and he delivers his patented open handed palm slap into TLS’ chest!! TLS shoots backwards into a corner. BRIM charges in...but TLS jumps up...but BRIM catches him!!! TLS is now draped across BRIM’s back!! CRACKIN NECKS!!! But Zybala kips up! He throws a SUPERKICK at BRIM!! BRIM ducks!!! He picks Zybala up and gets him draped across his back!! The fans are on their feet, going wild!!! BRIM is breathing heavily...he’s barely able to stand and hold both men...he’s looking to hit them BOTH with CRACKIN NECKS! Zybala and TLS wiggle. BRIM tries to hold firm...they wiggle more and they finally take the big man backwards!! Both men rolling BRIM up with a dual pin!! Scruff slides in for the pin...but he stops. He can’t count a pin attempt by TWO men~

Jones: Sorry, gents. But we can’t have a draw.

Hood: Gents? Who are you? Paco?

Jones: Just came out.

~BRIM kicks out, violently. TLS and Zybala both roll backwards, getting to their knee. BRIM pops back to his feet. TLS and Zybala stand...BRIM tries to run them over with a double clothesine, but they duck!!! BRIM turns around and the tag champions attack him with lefts and rights, sending the three time Savage Champion stumbling into a corner. TLS grabs Zybala and he whips him into BRIM...Zybala leaps into the air for a splash...but BRIM catches Zybala and rejects him, throwing him back at TLS. Zybala smashes into TLS, sending the Stranger to the mat. BRIM lunges forward with a lariat...but Zybala does a matrix lean, averting the move. He pops back up and spins around with a kick into BRIM’s head!!! BRIM is staggered!! Zybala gets ready for a SUPERKICK!! He throws the biggest superkick he can muster, thrusting that green power ranger sock at BRIM’s head...but BRIM catches the leg and he throws it back, spinning Zybala...he then grabs Zybala from behind and he charges forward, toward the door of the cage!!! BRIM flings Zybala through the air, over the top rope and into the door!!! The fans scream~

Jones: He’s ejecting Zybala from the cage!

Hood: I think the young people call that ‘yeeting’

Jones: I’m aware of the term. I just hate it.

~Zybala hits the cage door!! But, like earlier, he clings to it!! The door swings open, hits the cage and swings back...Zybala leaps off, spins around in midair and locks his legs around BRIM’s head, taking him around and over with a hurricanrana!!! BRIM’s body flies through the ropes and into the door!! He tumbles out of the cage!! The crowd goes wild!!!~

Jones: Wow! What a move!! Zybala has just tossed BRIM from the cage!

Hood: The time is now! He’d better capitalize!

~TLS is struggling to his feet. Zybala sees his moment. He steps through the ropes and jumps up, springboarding off...he has trouble getting a good grip with his sock covered foot...but he leaps off at TLS!!! But TLS catches him and takes him over with STRANGER DANGER!! Scruff slides in!!! BRIM sees the pin and he rushes up the steps to get back into the cage to break it up~

1!

2!

…

3!!!!!!!!!!

~The bell rings as BRIM tumbles into the ring, too late. The crowd pops~

Belvedere: Here is your winner...and the #1 Contender for the OCW Championship...THE LOST STRANGER!!!!!

Jones: TLS did it! He just defeated his tag partner once again for another shot at the OCW Championship!

Hood: Geezus. What a flurry. You said it. Nobody was winning that match as long as all three wrestlers were in the ring...it took Zybala pulling some wild shit out of his ass to get BRIM out of the ring long enough for TLS to win it.

Jones: That it did.

~TLS pops to his knees, hands in the air. Zybala sits up, slapping the mat, frustrated. BRIM is furious. He gets to his feet in the ring and he kicks TLS in the head, knocking him down. He does the same to Zybala, knocking him down. BRIM then finds the mangled chair and picks it up. The fans boo and chant “NO! NO!” But then, Killa Kali steps into the ring with a chair of his own...BRIM pauses, staring the mosntrous risen relic as he steps into the ring to protect his PTSD members~

Jones: Uh oh! BRIM was going to get a couple of receipts on Zybala and TLS but Kali isn’t having ANY of it.

Hood: Yea, good luck dealing with that one, BRIM.

~BRIM is like ‘fuck it’ and he swings his chair at Kali. Kali doesn’t block it. In fact, he leans into a chair shot to end all chair shots!!! BRIM looks on, shocked. Kali looks up, blood running down his face, smiling. BRIM tries to hit him again but Kali grabs the chair on hits way down and rips it free. BRIM throws some right hands...Kali responds...the two men are brawling in the ring!! Bifford looks on, laughing. Zybala and TLS get to their feet...they help Kali brawl with BRIM~

Jones: PTSD is fighting back! They aren’t going to let BRIM injure any of them any further.

Hood: You see that? Kali just took that fuckin chair shot like it was nothing!

Jones: All I have to say is...good luck, Bifford. Good luck.

~The three members of PTSD have BRIM on his heels...he falls through the ropes near the door. He looks up...this isn’t a battle he can win, not tonight. He curses and exits the ring...we see PIC, Savage Title over his shoulder, getting out of his way. Easton and Ally are keeping their distance. BRIM marches around, furious, cursing and kicking at the barricade. Fans scattering so they don’t get hurt. Inside the ring, TLS and Zybala look at Kali...they raise their hands up and he high fives them both before they exit, wishing him good luck~

Jones: I guess BRIM, agitated as he is, is going to remain at ringside.

Hood: I’d keep my distance if I were everyone else.

Jones: Meanwhile, TLS and Zybala have wished their partner good luck. Which means...it’s that time.

Hood: My balls are tingling which means my body is ready.

~Kali is in the ring, alone. He looks for Bifford. But Bifford is gone~

Jones: Hey, where’d he go?

Hood: How did we just LOSE a 600lb human with, like, a zillion cameras out here.

~We get a glimpse of Bifford sneaking into the hangar for a second~

Jones: Wait, there he is!

Hood: Is he running away? Is he SCARED of Killer Kal?!

~Suddenly, a dark, ominous version of Gangsta’s Paradise plays and the hangar reopens revealing...PLETHORA THE PERILOUS!!! The fans boo!! Plethora emerges, walking menacingly toward the ring, carrying his scythe~

Jones: Oh great. We get this shit.

Hood: OMG IT’S PLETHORA! I was wondering if he made the trip to New Mexico!

Jones: He’s been here all night!

~Plethora reaches ringside...the other wrestlers look on like ‘this is ridiculous’ but nobody wants to mess with a 600lb murderer carrying a scythe. Plethora marches up the steps and he enters the ring. Kali leans back, tasting his own blood, shaking his head. Plethora is in the ring...Kali rises up, yelling at the champion, “You done?” Plethora doesn’t respond. Instead, he slightly opens his robe to reveal the OCW Title. The fans go wild! “OCW! OCW!” chants~

Jones: Alright...it’s taken awhile but here we are! What we’ve all been waiting for...a match, as Bifford says, seven THOUSAND days in the making.

Hood: Will Plethora’s reign of terorr continue or can Killa Kali complete the mission behind his resurrection. Can he STOP our champion.

~The two men approache each other. Kali’s wild eyes piercing through his blood soaked face. Plethora’s dead, grey eyes showing no emotion at all. Scruff in between them. He moves to call for the bell...but he pauses~

Jones: Uh, what?

Hood: Did Scruff just experience a SENIOR moment?

~The fans boo. They want this shit to begin. The wrestlers at ringside yell out, “YO, SCRUFF! LET’S GO!” Scruff stands up and he looks at the camera...he reaches for his ref shirt and he untucks it. He then slowly pulls it over his head and tosses it to the mat. Underneath he’s wearing...A SILVERCOLA SHIRT!! The crowd pops!~

Jones: Silvercola? Those still exist?

Hood: I drank one awhile back. It wasn’t too bad for something that expried 15 years ago.

Jones: Okay, so he’s going to ref the match in that shirt. Fine. A cheap pop, but whatever.

~The lights suddenly go out. The fans go quiet...they murmur...what could this be???~

Jones: No lights!

Hood: Did we run on too long? Did they cut the power off?

~More silence. The fans start to grow restless...until an iconic theme starts to play~

Jones: oh man

Hood: OOOOHHHH SHIT

~That’s right! “Chicken Huntin” by ICP!!! And there’s only one man to whom this song belongs!! Lime green lights flash all around the venue as the hangar opens and a mythical figure from OCW’s past emerges. If you haven’t guessed it by now, well I’m about to tell ya...~

Jones: IT’S SILVERFREAK!

Hood: HE’S BACK!!!

~The fans lose their shit!! “FREAK! FREAK! FREAK!” His hometown fans have come unglued!! Freak marches to the ring...he looks to be in great shape. The man reaches ringside...Ally and Easton look on, in awe at the returning legend. PIC side steps, giving him way. Zybala reaches out, patting him on the back. TLS folds his arms, shaking his head. BRIM is still pissed. Silverfreak enters into the ring, stepping through the ropes!! Green lights still flashing! The fans jumping up and down “FREAK! FREAK! FREAK!” Plethora looks on...the lights flash under his hood to reveal a shocked Bifford undeneath. His grey eyes showing some life. FREAK climbs a corner and throws his arms in the air...HUGE OVATION!! Kali looks around, shaking his head, rubbing his ears~

Jones: This might be the biggest ovation in OCW history!

Hood: What? I can’t fuckin hear you!

Jones: The one legend we NEVER thought would return! He’s back!!!

~Freak hops off the buckles. His music stops and he turns...he bends down and grabs the ref shirt to another MASSIVE ovation, slipping it on. It’s a little snug, but the dude is in great shape, so it looks fine. He turns toward Plethora. He smiles at the man who has been calling him out for years. Plethora drops his Scythe! The fans are shocked. Freak says, “I’ll take that.” He grabs the Scythe and he tosses it through the open door, out of the ring. Freak then rips the OCW Title from Plethora’s waist and he holds it high in the air to another MASSIVE ovation!! He then hands the title to TLS...Freak then looks at Belvedere and he says, “RING THE BELL!” The bell sounds and the place continues to go wild~

Jones: Freak’s gonna be our special ref for this match! Plethora is shocked!

Hood: He dropped his fuckin scythe. Dude is SHOOK

Jones; He never, EVER thought Freak would return. He just kept calling and calling. Ask and you shall receive!

Hood: CONSEQUENCES!

~Kali doens’t waste any time, rushing past Freak and diving onto Plethora!!! Plethora stumbles into a corner with Kali punching him in the head over and over and over and over!!! The fans go wild! Freak leans back, smiling, enjoying watching Plethora get his ass handed to him. Kali steps back...Plethora sulks in the corner. Kali raises a fist and then brings it forward with a precise, straight right hand into Plethora’s face!!! Plethora stumbles forward and Kali lifts a knee into his face!!! Plethora stands up striaght, ROCKED! Kali then runs him over with a clothesline!!! Plethora falls to the mat!! The fans go wild! Freak waves his arms in the air, getting the fans to get louder~

Jones: That’s the FASTEST I’ve seen someone take the champ down. Plethora is down, folks! HE’S DOWN!

Hood: And Freak is loving this! Getting the fans into it...I mean, if Freak hadn’t been gone for a whole ass 20 years I’d be kinda annoyed. But fuck it, this is great.

Jones: Plethora’s biggest nightmare has been realized. He’s trapped in a cage with SiLVeRFReaK and Killa Kali!

~Kali drops to his knees and he pummels Plethora in the head. He foregoes the pin. The man’s won enough world titles to understand these things are a marathon, not a sprint. Freak leans into a corner, crossing his arms, taking in the action like a spectator. Kali stops. Plethora remains down...Kali gets back to his feet...he snares Plethora by the hood and pulls the champion up. The fans don’t like this...don’t let the monster back on his feet. Kali shoves Plethora into the ropes...he steps forward and grabs Plethora by the face, shoving him back against the top rope...he’s got the back of Plethora’s neck pinned against the top rope...he shoves back and down as hard as he can. Freak looks on like, “What is this maniac doing?” Kali pushes and pushes and finally the ropes give and twist!! They twist, twisting around Plethora’s neck!!! Plethora’s neck is trapped in the ropes!! The crowd goes wild!! Kali wipes some blood from his face and he flings it at Plethora...Freak leans in, looking at Plethora...he waves at the champion. Plethora reaches out to grab Freak, but he can’t reach...his throat is getting crushed by the ropes~

Jones: Brutal. Absolutely brutal. Killa Kali is being cheered tonight not because he’s suddenly turned his life around...I don’t want any of you thinking that. The man is simply the lesser of two extreme evils.

Hood: What a world, right? A world where Kali is the hero.

Jones: Classic OCW, baby

~Kali paint brushes Plethora with some slaps...front and backhanded. Plethora tries to get free but the 600lbs he’s amassed make it difficult...damn near impossible. Freak isn’t going to help...he’d be just fine if Plethora choked to death. Kali laughs...this all seems too easy. TLS leans against the cage, he’s still got the OCW title in his possesion, over his shoulder. Zybala does the same...they’ve both been in the ring with Plethora. They urge Kali to not let his guard down~

Jones: The other members of PTSD...the ones who have faced Plethora. They know this is far from over.

Hood: TLS sure does look comfortable with that belt.

Jones: Yea, I guess he’s just gonna hold onto it for the remainder of the match.

~Kali delivers a downward elbow strike into Plethora’s skull!! Plethora leans forward. We can’t tell if he’s out, how bad he’s choking...the hooded robe conceals all facial features. We can only tell that he’s stuck and he isn’t going anywhere. Kali kicks Plethora in the gut and smacks him across the head...he then throws his arms in the air, yelling out, feeling STRONG. Freak looks on...he doesn’t interfere, but he, like TLS and Zybala, knows Kali shouldn’t give Plethora any space. Kali finds some fans in the front row wearing PTSD shirts with the PTSD crossed out. He points at them and curses them out. As he does...he feels the the ropes shake. He backs up, looking down like ‘what the fuck??’ The ropes then snap free!! The middle and top ropes hanging loose!! Kali’s eyes widen...he slowly turns around and he sees Plethora, standing upright, the ropes hanging limply over his shoudlers. We don’t know how...but he broke through, snapping the ropes free! Freak backs out of his corner, giving Plethora some space~

Jones: Unbelievable! He just fought his way free by breaking the ropes loose!

Hood: That’s fuckin insane. Six hundred pounds of murderous fury.

Jones: Kali, man...you’d better get moving or you’re gonna be in some serious trouble.

Hood: I think the initial shock of Freak’s return has worn off. Plethora is getting his soul back.

~TLS glares at Hood over that pun. Kali has never met a fight he didn’t think he could win...he runs forward and leaps into the air at Plethora!! Plethora catches him!! Kali punches at the champion’s head...he leans in and bites Plethora’s head!! The champion staggers back...his heels touching the bottom rope...the only rope still functional!! Plethora gathers himself...he regains his footing and he charges forward, jumping up and bringing Plethora down with the mother of all spinebusters!!! He drives all six hundred pounds into Kali!!! The entire ring shakes...the cage trembles. Freak rears back, feeling the impact. Plethora decides to NOT go for a pin~

Jones: And there we go...the six hundred pound murderer has taken control.

Hood: This is NOT where you wanna be if your Killa Kali.

Jones: Understatement of the century.

~Plethora gets to his feet and he slowly removes the limp ropes from around his neck...he yanks them free from their restraints, bringing them into the ring. He drops one and utilizes the other. Kali sits up, holding his midsection in pain...his eyes suddenly widen as Plethora wraps the freed top rope around the challenger’s throat, choking him! Giving Kali some of his own medicine!! Kali reaches for something to grab...but there’s NOTHING within reach. Freak steps in, checking on the situation...he warns Plethora...Plethora shoots Freak a glare with his grey eyes...Freak says, “Don’t give me that look. I remember teaching you how to fuckin work when you were a rookie.” This doesn’t go over well with Plethora~

Jones: Freak pulling the ‘veteran’ card on a man who, until now, was THE veteran.

Hood: Dick measuring about to commence.

~Plethora lets Kali go and he pops to his feet, turning his attention to his ARCH NEMESIS. He’d almost forgotten Silverfreak was back until he made that derisive statement. Freak smirks and motions for Plethora to come at him. Plethora will happily oblige. He raises a fist to hit Freak...but Kali is back on his feet, spinning Plethora around and giving him a vicious headbutt!!! Plethora falls into a corner...a corner without the top two ropes. His arms hang at his sides. Kali flies in with another splash!!! BOOM!! The post shakes from impact. Kali then grabs Plethora by the hood and turns him around, trying to rake his face against the cage~

Jones: I don’t know why I’m surprised that the ring is literally deteriorating during this match. But I am.

Hood: Hey, it’s the main event and it’s two evil mother fuckers. You thought they’d have a MAT CLASSIC?

Jones: I know. WHAT WAS I THINKING

~Kali sends Plethora’s face forward into the cage. Plethora blocks it!! He grabs Kali and hoists him up...he then falls back with a side slam!!! Kali lands on his head!!! He rolls around, holding his head and neck in pain. Plethora sits up and looks for Freak. He sees Freak moving the ropes around, trying to get them out of the way. Plethora snatches the rope, pulling back. Freak looks up...Plethora gets to his feet. Freak doesn’t let go...Plethora pulls back on the rope, yanking Freak to him He reaches out and he grabs Freak by the throat!! The fans BOOOO!!! Kali rises up and hits Plethora with a low blow!!! Plethora lets Freak go!! He stumbles forward. Kali gets back to his feet, wrangling the ropes~

Jones: Plethora still has Freak on his mind. He’s got to stop seeing him as his enemy and start seeing him as the ref...otherwise, he’s gonna lose.

Hood: The ultimate mindfuck. This feels like a setup.

Jones: Well, I mean, it was certainly planned. Not like Freak just showed up and decided to ref this thing on a whim.

Hood: Don’t talk to me like I’m in TLS’ Babysitters Club

~Kali has the two ropes in his hands...he leans into the cage and he fires forward. Plethora turns around and Kali clotheslines him with the two ropes!!! Plethora leans back, waving his arms for balance. Kali drops the ropes and he pummels Plethora in the head, trying to get him to fall. Plethora leans and leans...Kali is like “FUCK IT!” He looks into the hard camera and says, “What’s up, Titan 3!” He bends over, scoops Plethora up...he grunts and yells...he gets him up and he SLAMS HIM TO THE MAT!! The place goes wild!!! Kali falls to one knee, holding his back~

Jones: Kali slammed Plethora!

Hood: Well, the dude is six foot five and 260...plus, he’s prison strong.

Jones: And, as you all heard, a shoutout to his former running mate and pro wrestling legend...Titan 3!

Hood: Sure. The nostalgia is heavy tonight. Might as well.

~Freak bends over, looking down at Plethora...he makes some witty comment about the bigger they are, the harder they fall. Kali returns to his feet and he shoves Freak out of the way. Freak is like, “Whoa, calm down big guy.” The fans boo, slightly. But, Kali’s in attack mode...best to stay out of his way. He pulls Plethora back to his feet and he slings him into the cage...Plethora reaches out, once again preventing his face from meeting the metal. The cage shakes from the impact. He turns around and Kali slugs him in the face. Plethora leans back into the side of the cage. Kali grabs him by the head and he slams his head into the cage repeatedly!! The cage rocks back with each impact. Freak looks around like “Damn, this thing isn’t all that stable” Classic OCW, baby!~

Jones: I don’t know, maybe the rope break shook the cage loose? Is that possible?

Hood: That or we’ve just got nearly a thousand pounds of humanity bumping up against it.

Jones: True.

~Plethora shoves Kali off!! Kali stumbles back...but he fires forward with a clothesline!!! The heels of Plethora’s feet are up against the bottom rope...his body leans back against the side of the cage...the side facing the aise. Easton looks up at the cage, tilting toward them. He grabs Ally, pulling her out of the way. PIC steps away from the cage. TLS and Zybala back off. Kali backs up, all the way across the ring...Plethora is still leaning against the cage. Freak looks on like, “This should be interesting.” Kali charges...he leaps into the air with a cross body!!! He crashes into Plethora!!! Their combined weight SLAMS into the side of the cage...the cage starts to tilt...gravity kicks into effect...the cage tilts and tils...fans back away from ringside as the cage tilts over!!!! It falls and CRASHES in the aisle!!! The crowd goes wild!! “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!!!”~

Jones: The fuckin cage just fell over!

Hood: Welcome back, Freak!

Jones: Are they okay? Is everybody okay??

~Quick glance, the wrestlers at ringside are all fine. Inside the cage, we see Plethora laid out with Kali tumbling down toward what was the top of the cage. Freak has his hands gripped to the side, standing upright...he looks around...it’s no longer a cage...now it’s some kinda of chain linked tunnel that is positioned diagonally. The top has become the bottom, leaning against the ground while the bottom has become the top, leaning against the ring. The Holy Shit chants continue...along with some “OCW!” chants~

Jones: What a sight! Reminiscent of when the Hell in a Cell caved in on top of Johnny Hunter and Scott Syren!

Hood: Yea, but that shit caved in..it didn’t become a TUNNEL. Those dudes are now SURROUNDED by metal.

Jones: A fact I’m sure Kali will relish.

~Kali gets to his feet at the bottom of the cage tunnel. He looks up and sees Bifford rolling over...the metal beneath him bending, but remaining intact. Kali marches up the tunnel. Freak leans back against the side. Kali reaches Plethora...Plethora gets to his feet and Kali starts to punch him...but Plethora fires back with punches of his own...the two men brawling in this weird steel tunnel type structure. Plethora’s punches are winning! Kali is stumbling back! So, he reaches forward an thumbs Plethora in the eye!! Plethora is stunned. Kali jumps up and grabs the top of the tunnel and hangs...he throws his legs around Plethora’s head, looking for a hurricanrana...but Plethora rips Kali down, breaking his grip from the top of the tunnel and down into the bottom with a POWERBOMB!! Kali’s back SLAMS into the metal...it bends tremendously, but doesn’t break. Freak carefully walks over, checking on Kali~

Jones: What a powerbomb!! Right onto the steel!

Hood: Kali left his element and tried to fly high. Did not work.

Jones: I think he’s just going off the top of his head right now...calling stuff on the fly. How do you prepare for this scenario?

Hood: A fallen cage, a legend that’s been gone for twenty years...and a murderer. Yea, I dunno.

~Plethora shoves Freak away...Freak tumbles down the cage, to the bottom. He pulls Kali up and he slings him, face first into the side of the caged tunnel. Kali’s cut reopens. He turns around, staggered...Plethora grabs him and slings him into the other side of the tunnel. Kali slams hard! He leans into the metal, blood sliding down the chain linked fence, staining it. Plethora grabs Kali from behind and he lifts him up and over with a German Suplex into the bottom of the cage tunnel!!! The wrestlers standing around all jump back!! The bottom sags tremendous...but doesn’t break!!! Kali rolls over, front side, not moving. Plethora slowly returns to his feet...he points and Freak and commands that he get over there. But Freak is in no hurry to comply~

Jones: Is Plethora about to pin Kali in the metal tunnel to retain his OCW Title?

Hood: I mean, maybe...if Freak will even count the pin.

Jones: Yea, once again Plethora is pausing to yell at his nemesis.

~Outside the tunnel, BRIM takes a seat, arms folded. He’s still pissed, but he’s enjoying the action. TLS looks at Zybala...Kali helped them. He might need their aid. TLS doesn’t know what to do with the title, so he secures it around his waist. He then grabs Plethora’s SCYTHE! Zybala, meanwhile, leaps up and grabs the bottom of the cage...he then climbs up the side. Plethora looks and sees Zybala clinging to the side of the cage tunnel. Zybala has reclaimed his boot! He waves it at Plethora, distracting him. Plethora heads for Zybala...but as he does, TLS enters the tunnel with the scythe~

Jones: Oh no...don’t tell me...not LITERAL MURDER

Hood: Plethora cut down by his own scythe. If that isn’t the definition of consequences, I don’t know what is.

~TLS brings the scythe back, ready to slash the champion with it...but SILVERFREAK steps in and grabs TLS by the arms, preventing a very murderous type blow. He rips the scythe free...TLS looks at him like ‘wtf, man?’ He thought Freak was on their side. Turns out, Freak is on the side of OCW. He tosses the scythe out of the tunnel, safely to ringside. He points at TLS, “In OCW we don’t murder champions. Only jobbers.” TLS is like, “Man, fuck off.” He shoves Freak...but, after he does, Plethora runs forward and kicks TLS in the face!!! TLS flies out of the tunnel, landing HARD on the mat!! Zybala looks at what happened, still clinging to the cage. He looks at Plethora...Plethora runs forward and throws all his weight into the side of the tunnel...Zybala flies free!! He falls wildly into the crowd of fans nearby!!! The rest of the crowd goes wild~

Jones: Freak and Plethora hate each other, no doubt. But Freak is not going to stand by to watch a wrestler murdered in the promotion he helped build.

Hood: Nope, there’s certain lines these legends won’t let others cross.

Jones: It’s what separates them from the likes of Plethora.

~Plethora, having disposed of the rest of PTSD, goes back after Kali. He pulls him up only to receive a kick in the balls!! Plethora doubles over, in pain. Kali grabs him by the back and yells out at TLS, “MOVE!!” TLS, still shaken from Plethora’s kick, hears Kali and sees what’s coming...he rolls out of the ring...Kali then moves ahead and he tosses Plethora out of the cage tunnel to the ring!!! Plethora flips over and lands on his back, HARD!!! The ring doesn’t give way!!! It trembles and shakes...but the mat remains firm. Kali is disappointed...fuckin shit gave when HE fell throught it, what the fuck~

Jones: I think OCW officials decided they needed to strengthen the mat after last month.

Hood: Makes sense.

~Kali turns and heads toward the bottom of the cage tunnel. He stops and catches his breath. Plethora struggles to his feet, reaching for his back. Kali yells out and he runs up the tunnel at full speed. Plethora staggers...Kali sprints. Plethora looks up and Kali leaps from the tunnel at him!!! Plethora catches Kali!!! He turns him over and drosp him with THE PLETH END!!!! The entire ring shakes!!! Freak leaps from the tunnel!! Plethora makes the cover~

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Jones: Kali kicked out!!!

Hood: He kicked out of the PLETH END

Jones: Oh boy, here we go.

~Plethora slaps the mat and gets to his feet. Freak is already standing...he points at him, “Don’t you do it, Biff.” Plethora reaches forward and grips Freak by the throat. He’s trying to choke the former legend out. Freak drops to one knee, unable to combat the murderous strength that Plethora possesses. But, an unfamiliar face to Freak hits the ring...it’s ALLY CALLY! She’s getting involved!! She runs forward and leaps up, nailing Plethora in the head with a double axe handle. Plethora drops Freak to the mat and turns around, glaring those dead, grey eyes in Ally’s direction. She backs off...Easton yells, “GET OUT OF THERE!”~

Jones: Oh no, Ally. This is not the time nor the place.

Hood: Yea, like a level five gamer challenging someone with a level in the thousands.

Jones: Hey, she did save Freak, though.

Hood: Okay, I’ll bump her up to level 6.

~Plethora snatches Ally and he hoists her into the air, over his head. He turns to the cage tunnel and he THROWS HER into the tunnel!! She lands hard and tumbles all the way down, landing roughly. Easton ducks in to check on her. Back inside the ring, Freak is holding his throat...he’d forgotten just how strong Plethora is. Freak can’t recover for long as the giant hands of Plethora reach for him...but Kali springs into action, taking Plethora’s back...he’s gripping and ripping at Plethora’s face. Plethora flips him over with a snap mare only for Kali to turn it into a jawbreaker!!! Plethora stumbles back. Kali gets to his feet and he whips Plethora toward the steel tunnel...Plethora’s head PINGS against the thick metal beam facing the ring which was once the base of the structure! Plethora staggers...Kali grabs the loose rope...Plethora turns and Kali leaps in the air taking Plethora down with a clothesline via the rope!!! Kali makes the cover!!! Freak dives in for the count~

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Jones: Ugh, close! So close! Almost a new champ!

Hood: A literal clothesline after a face full of metal and, MAYBE a fast count...wasn’t enough.

Jones: Nope. Nothing ever is, it seems.

~Kali grabs the rope and he tosses it outside to TLS. TLS catches it. Kali then picks Plethora up off the mat and punches him in the head. Plethora shoves Kali away...but Kali fires back with a knee into the face!!! Plethora is rocked. Kali kicks him in the gut, double underhooks both arms...takes a deep breath and yells out as he picks Plethora up and drops him with Da Cop Killa!!!! He does it!! He drops Plethora on his head!! Plethora goes limp!!! His legs near the apron...TLS reaches up, tossing the rope over Plethora’s legs and he leans back to make sure there is no kick out!!! Kali covers!! Freak slides in~

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Jones: NO!

Hood: WHAT?!

~Plethora’s giant legs kick out, sending TLS flying backwards!!! Kali gets shoves into the air, away from him. Freak stands up, shocked...slowly, with an unsure, shaky hand he holds two fingers up. The fans gasp with shock. Plethora starts to rise~

Jones: Ah crap

Hood: The monster is rising

Jones: Kali’s finisher...the only one he can hit on Plethora. TLS holding the legs down. Freak with a timely count and it didn’t work.

Hood: What’s the kryptonite to Plethora’s super human ability? Can anything keep this man down?!

~Kali can’t believe it. He’s fought bigger. He’s fought scarier...but never such a potent combo of the two. But he doesn’t quit. He goes back after Plethora...assaulting him with punches and kicks...but Plethora withstands and shoves Kali back! Kali lands on the mat, hard. He staggers to his feet...Plethora charges and he plows through Kali with a lariat that turns the, usually, monstrous sized man inside out. Kali hits the mat hard once again~

Jones: Plethora is rolling.

Hood: It’s the fourth quarter...championship time. Plethora is rising like he always does.

~Freak looks on. Plethora reaches down and grabs Kali by the throat, pulling him from the mat. Kali spits in Plethora’s face!! Plethora stumbles back...Kali charges forward with a big boot but Plethora catches the leg, spins Kali around and drops him with a lariat to the back of the head. Kali hits the mat...he’s on all fours, shaken. TLS recovers and hops onto the apron, he enters the ring, going after Plethora!!! The crowd goes wild!! Plethora absorbs some punches before grabbing TLS and launching him back out of the ring...he slams into the barricade next to PIC. PIC backs away. Zybala crawls over the barricade, looking down at TLS...Zybala looks up at Plethora and feels like it’s his duty to take care of this monster~

Jones: Zybala lives!

Hood: Are you surprised? The guy will NEVER die

Jones: He feels obligated to hit the ring. He’s got to fight for his teammates!

~Zybala hits the ring and he throws a SUPERKICK at Plethora!!! Plethora catches it!!! Zybala is fucked! Plethora brings Zybala in, grabbing him by his throat and he tosses him out of the ring with a chokeslam!! Zybala hits hard, landing next to TLS. PIC looks down at both of them and then back up at Plethora. He makes a face as if to say, “Nah, I’m good.” Freak continues to look on...what he’s seeing is certainly not sitting well. Plethora turns his focus back to Kali. Kali is on his feet, but hurt. For the first time since retuning to OCW Kali looks weak~

Jones: I think Plethora has murdered the fight right out of Killa Kali.

Hood: Yea and he’s pretty much decimated PTSD.

Jones: Even PIC, as valiant as he is, is smart enough to know when and where to pick a fight. Tonight in Truth or Consequence is NOT it.

~Plethora knees Kali in the gut and brings him in. He looks up at spots Freak. Freak is no longer smiling, he just stares back at Plethora. Plethora points at him, threatening that Freak had better get the count right this time. Freak explodes! He points back at Plethora and yells, “Don’t fuckin lecture me on how to work!” Plethora slings Kali to the mat and he gets in Freak’s face...Freak doesn’t back down...the fans go wild~

Jones: These two legends are having words...finally!

Hood: Freak can’t stand to see it anymore. Nobody in that Hall of Fame likes Plethora. The only problem is...none of them can or will show up to shut him up

Jones: Well, it seems Freak has had enough.

~Plethora shoves Freak back! Freak pauses...he looks down at his ref shirt. He looks up at the OCW logo. Plethora stands, poised, ready, menacing. Freak then rips the ref shirt off!!! The crowd goes wild!!! He rushes forward and he starts to pummel Plethora with right hands!! The crowd comes unglued! “YES! YES! YES!!!”~

Jones: Freak’s taking matters into his own hands!

Hood: Yea and he ripped the ref shirt off.

Jones: I don’t think he’s a ref anymore...I think he’s a legend looking to do what’s right.

Hood: Look, I know we all hate Plethora...but how is this right, exactly?

Jones: Don’t question my commentary!!

~Plethora is rocked! The fists of Freak hit like a flurry of wrecking balls!! He’s stunned...stumbling around!!! The monster reaches out to grab Freak...but Freak snares him and he drops down hitting him with...SIDESHOW STRANGLA!!!!!~

Jones: Sideshow Strangla!!!! He put Scott Syren, Scorpion, Lurrr, Andy Murray and who knows who else down with that move!

Hood: And maybe, now, Plethora!

Jones: The tide has turned!

~Plethora rises up...Freak pops to his feet, shocked. Plethora stands, staring at him. He isn’t moving. Freak has his fists clinched and his arms coiled, ready. Kali then turns Pleth around, he kicks him in the gut, brings him down and hits a second DA COP KILLA!!!! Plethora is down!!!!! Kali makes the cover!! Scruff slides into the ring out of nowhere with the count! The fans chant along!! Freak throws his arm in the air alongside the count~

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3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

~The bell rings! The place goes wild!!!~

Belvedere: Here is your winner...AND NEW OCW CHAMPION...KILLA KALI!!!!!

Jones: He did it! It’s happened! Bifford...Plethora has been defeated!!!

Hood: I can’t fuckin believe it!

Jones: Sideshow Strangla followed by Da Cop Killa! They did it, Hood! THEY FUCKIN DID IT!

~Fans go wild!!! Freak extends a hand to Kali. Kali looks at it...he takes the hand and is pulled to his feet. Freak pats him on the back, congratulating the exhausted, fatigued, bloodied OCW Champion. Kali nods. Freak looks down at Plethora and shakes his head...nothing more to say, really. He hops over the bottom rope and lands outside the ring. He hops up onto the barricade and throws his arms into the air! A lime green spotlight shines on him as the OCW fans chant “FREAK! FREAK! FREAK! FREAK!”~

Jones: What a night! What a moment! SiLVeRFReaK returning for one night to oversee the biggest match in company history!

Hood: And, as always, his appearance alters the course of OCW history.

Jones: Did you expect anything less?

Hood: Nope.

~Freak leaps off the barricade into the crowd, heading into the mass of friendlies as they pat him on the back and hug him. He disappears deep into the crowd, once again vanishing from sight. Is this the last we’ll ever see of him? It very well may be~

Jones: Adios Freaky One. Don’t stay away so long this time.

Hood: Amen.

~Kali staggers around. He wants his belt. He wants his prize. He looks for it. TLS slides into the ring. He grabs Kali and steadies him. Kali looks down and sees the belt strapped around the waist of TLS...his stablemate and future opponent. The crowd goes ‘ooohhh’~

Jones: Uh oh…

Hood: Yea, putting a belt around your waist that you don’t own is never a good idea.

~TLS looks down at the belt. Kali motions for him to give it back. TLS hesitates. Kali gets a little agitated, “Give me my belt.” TLS continues to hesitate. Kali’s jaw tightens~

Jones: C’mon, guys! Celebrate! Deal with this later!

Hood: Nah, let’s hash it out now!

~Zybala hits the ring! He gets between the two men, trying to prevent things from going any further. He reaches over and rips the belt from TLS’ waist. TLS turns, staring at Zybala, “Give him the belt, man. C’mon...we’re all friends here.” Zybala then hands the belt to Kali. Kali takes it and keeps his eyes on TLS. He then raises his title high and heads to a corner to celebrate...as he does, he shoulders into TLS, knocking him aside. Zybala reaches out, grabbing TLS, calming him down~

Jones: Oh boy. That match, whenever it happens is going to be something.

Hood: TLS has been trying to win that belt for 20 years and Kali, the man he brought back, wins it in a few months. Can’t feel great.

Jones: Nope.

~Kali stands high above everyone else, title in the air! He looks out and sees SiLVeRFReaK standing at the very edge of the venue...nothing more than a silhouette at this stage. Freak raises an arm in respect for Kali. Kali nods. Kali looks out at the crowd...they’re cheering him..it’s weird and it won’t last long, but he’s gonna take it for the evening. He looks down...he sees BRIM glaring up at him. He looks over and sees PIC staring him down. He turns and sees Easton eyeing him. He then feels TLS eyeing him from behind. A smirk crosses his face~

Jones: Kali is now the hunted. Every wrestler on the roster has him in their sights.

Hood: Yep, welcome to the top of the mountain, Killa.

~Kali raises the belt high in the air as the other wretlers look on. And, in our shot is Plethora...he’s still down, defeated. We slowly fade out~