Under the Lights

OCW Presents: Under the Lights
LIVE! Monday, September 6th, 2021
From Ratliff Stadium in Odessa, Texas

~We’re shown various clips of wrestlers making their way to the ring. We’d list them all, but that’d be a fool’s errand. It’s just a large mixture of wrestlers heading down the aisle, excited for competition. A narrator begins to speak~

Narrator: Tonight, OCW and its roster once again return to the wrestling ring to do what no promotion does better. Tonight, the OCW wrestlers will compete inside the ring for all that this promotion has to offer.

~Clips of bodyslams. Suplexes. Arm drags. Submission holds are all spliced together~

Narrator: In-ring action at its finest. The best talent in the industry testing what they’ve learned against one another to find out where they stand in the OCW hierarchy.

~A menagerie of finishing sequences flash before our eyes. The superior competitor pinning their inferior. All getting their hand raised afterwards, the ultimate goal for any in-ring competitor~

Narrator: There will be winners. There will be losers. The OCW rankings receiving a monthly makeover.

~The winners exit the ring, head held high. The losers left on the mat, staring off into the distance, contemplating where they went wrong. Contemplating what’s next~

Narrator: Trajectories altered. The course for what lies next will be set. All based on the efforts inside that ring.

~Everything stops. The screen goes dark. And then, suddenly, the lights flash on~

Narrator: However, once the lights come on. The violence will heat up.

~Clips of wrestlers mutilating each other with chair shots and other weapons are shown~

Narrator: For it is under the lights when the rules will go out the window.

~Blood splatters atop the wrestling mat. Crimson soaked wrestlers doing battle, giving their last breath to achieve victory~

Narrator: Zero rules in pro wrestling’s most dangerous promotion…tonight, when the sun goes down, the remaining warriors must adapt.

~A wrestler smashes their opponent with a barbed wire bat~

Narrator: Some will flourish.

~Another wrestler is tossed through a glass window~

Narrator: Others will falter.

~We get a clip of a wrestler dressed in traditional tights destroying a hardcore dressed opponent with a chair~

Narrator: And some may even surprise.

~Smith and Hood’s voices are heard freaking out over carnage and violence from past events~

Narrator: At night’s end, there will be champions new and old.

~All OCW championships are shown...with the slide show coming to rest on the OCW Title~

Narrator: Who will walk out with the profession’s ultimate prize?

~A shot of Xavier Lux and Outcast is shown~

Narrator: We’ll find out.

~The Under the Lights poster shines through~

Narrator: Under the Lights begins...NOW.

~We cut to a sold out venue! LIVE in Odessa, Texas at Ratliff, Stadium! The field is full of people standing, like an outdoor concert. The stands both permanent and temporary make out a near complete circle, stuffed with as many fans as possible. The OCW ring is set up at the fifty yard line. Around the ring is a good ten foot buffer, with railing preventing the fans from interfering. Stretching from the ring, across the field, through each endzone are two walkways, designed for the OCW competitors to make their way to the ring. One entering from the home endzone, the other from the away team’s endzone. We pan up to find a bright, West Texas sky...the sun beating down on the people in attendance, making for a very warm affair. Sitting ominously high in the sky are several lights, waiting to get activated once the sun goes down. A flyover featuring some local, private aircraft carrying OCW banners happens...the crowd goes wild. “OCW!” chants sound throughout the entire city of Odessa~

Smith: Welcome everyone to Under the Lights! What a spectacle we have for ya here in Odessa!

Hood: DUCK!

Smith: What? Why?

Hood: Those planes, they are dropping chem trails on us!

Smith: No they are not! Those planes are being flown by local, independent aviators who are eager to help contribute to the pageantry of tonight’s event!

Hood: Just lap it up, sheep man. But I know what’s REALLY going on.

Smith: Can we please keep the commentary on tonight’s event and NOT wild, unsubstantiated conspiracies?

Hood: Fine.

Smith: Ladies and gentlemen...can The Incredible One defeat James Raven...we’ll find out…

Hood: HEY! I thought you didn’t want to speak about wild theories that have no grip within reality.

Smith: Good point.

Hood: I will say, it’s pretty fuckin hot out here...especially in this announcer’s booth. When was the last time they updated this fuckin thing?

Smith: We have the best seats in the house, Hood!

Hood: I beg to differ. My balls are halfway sweat off and we’re only through the opening package.

Smith: Folks and fans...its been quite awhile since we saw you all at House of Cards. But, finally, we’re back with EIGHT action packed matches.

Hood: Pretty much double from last month...with, like, half the roster not even booked. RIP Roster cap...classic OCW, baby.

Smith: And while we’d love to sit here and use our wise and beautiful words to sell you on what’s about to come…

Hood: It’d be pointless. If you’re watching, you’ve already been suckered into buying this shit.

Smith: All that’s left to be said is that while the sun is high above us, the action must take place under full blown, pro wrestling regulation. However, when that natural illumination goes down and those lights kick on...all rules are out the window.

Hood: That’ll benefit some while totally fucking others.

Smith: Indeed...we’ve got a lot to get to, fans...so let’s do what OCW does best...allow the in-ring work to do the talking! Under the Lights kicks off...NOW!

~We cut to the ring. Belvedere stands under the West Texas sun. His brow is sweaty, but his demeanor remains stoic. He’s sporting his usual suit and tie. What a fuckin pro. He clears his throat...the crowd quiets with anticipation. They’ve been drinking, buzzing, hanging out for awhile...is it finally TIME?~

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen...welcome to UNDER THE LIGHTS!

~HUGE ovation~

Belvedere: It is time for our opening match of the evening!!

~”FUCK YES” these wild Texans yell out in unison~

Belvedere: Introducing first…

~"Superheroes" by The Script hits the PA system. The fans cheers stymie. A few boos can be heard as Golden Age member, Ian Dream emerges from a temporary tunnel set up in the visiting endzone. The endzone, covered by a temporary screen, displays his name as he stands, taking in the sights. Walking up and standing alongside Ian is Ross Hanson. A few fans boo louder, anticipating some fuckery. Ian makes his way down the long walkway from the endzone to the ring at the fifty yard line. Our view pans, out showing Ian and Ross making their way down the skinny entrance cutting through the thousands of eager fans~

Belvedere: Being accompanied to the ring by Ross Hanson. Representing The Golden Age. From New York City, New York...standing 5’11 and weighing in at 165lbs...making his OCW debut...Ian Dream!!!

~More boos are heard as they approach the ring~

Smith: Ian Dream making his long awaited OCW debut. Thaddeus Duke handpicked Ian to join The Golden Age.

Hood: Yep, Ian was pretty much the first guy to ‘break’ OCW’s roster cap.

Smith: He’s been very, very excited about this debut.

Hood: Glad to see he’s got Ross with him. What’s the point in having a stable if they aren’t around to help out, ya know?

Smith: Hey, the sun is still in the air, Hood. NO CHEATING.

Hood: Lol whatever

~The duo reach the ring. Ross scans the fans at ringside and spots a few Texans...probably recent high school grads, lounging at ringside in decent sized above ground pool. Hanson tries pointing it out to Ian, but Ian’s gone. He’s suddenly in the ring, standing on a middle buckle, staring out at all the fans~

Smith: Ian will have a speed advantage, that’s for sure.

Hood: We’ve got time travelers and guys that move so fast you can barely see them. What in the actual fuck is going on with this roster.

Smith: Always evolving, I suppose. But, hey, you see that pool at ringside?

Hood: Yes. If I were twenty years younger I’d be eager to join those kids. But now? I’d probably just be the weird old guy.

Smith: There’s no probably about it, Hood.

Belvedere: And, his opponent…

~The crowd pops! "No Love" by Death Grips begins to play! Crash emerges from the hometown tunnel with Lou Pohl at his side. Lou takes a long gander at the sights before eyeing the endzone ground screen displaying Crash’s name. He looks up only to find that Crash is already making his way to the ring. Lou hurries to catch up~

Belvedere: From Kansas City, Missouri...standing 5’11 and weighing in at 207lbs...being accompanied to the ring by Lou Pohl...making his return to OCW...ladies and gentlemen...Crash Rodriguez!!!

~HUGE ovation for Crash...who no sells the cheers, keeping his laser sharp focus on Ian. Lou pats Crash on the shoulder, talking words of encouragement. A few of the cute West Texas women reach out, trying to touch Crash...but he ignores them. He reaches the ringside area. Lou gives him a quick massage, “Go to work, kid.” Crash marches up the steps and onto the apron. Ian looks over his shoulder, from the middle buckle, staring down. Crash looks up at Ian, slowly entering into the ring. Belvedere exits~

Smith: Six weeks of anticipation. Six weeks of build...all to this! Ian Dream and Crash Rodriguez are about to kick things off!

Hood: Who ya got?

Smith: I like both competitors...equally bright futures. I just worry about Ian’s lack of experience.

Hood: Pssh...won’t be a factor. Just hanging around Thad has made him a veteran.

Smith: I guess we’ll see.

~The bell rings. The fans go wild! “OCW! OCW!” Crash has entered the ring...Ian hops off the middle buckle. The two men begin to circle one another. Lou cheers for Crash from one side of the ring while Ross slaps the apron, rooting Ian on. The fans are on their feet, shaking with excitement~

Smith: And here we go!!

Hood: Time for these two to set the fucking tone!

~Crash lunges forward, looking to lock up with Ian. But Dream is too quick, darting under Crash’s arms. Crash spins around, finding Ian standing behind him. He’s taken back, a bit by Ian’s speed. He circles the prodigious Dream once more. He attempts another lock up...Ian is too quick, once again! Spinning around, Crash finds Dream standing behind him. He puts his hands on his hips and looks over at Lou. Lou yells out, “Don’t worry about it! You got this!”~

Smith: Crash is finding Ian Dream’s speed and quickness to be far more impressive than he could have imagined.

Hood: No shit. I think you just kind of figure what you see in promos and whatnot is a bunch of special effects and whatnot. Turns out, this guy is, like, the fastest fucker in wrestling.

Smith: He may very well be just that, Hood.

Hood: Let’s just hope, for his sake, he isn’t the fastest fucker when it comes to, ya know, actual fucking.

~Crash jab steps...Ian is a little off balance from the fake out. Crash hits the ropes and charges at Dream...but Dream dodges Crash and blurs around him, hitting the ropes. Rodriguez spins around as fast as he can only to get hit by a shoulder block from Ian!! Crash stumbles into the ropes, stunned by the quickness and strength of the move. Ian runs into the ropes...he becomes a blur, bouncing off and charging at Crash, clotheslining him over the top rope and to the grass field on the outside!!! Rodriguez hits hard, landing near Lou. Lou drops to one knee, to check on his stunned client~

Smith: Ian with a HUGE advantage early on. Crash seems totally caught off guard by his speed and quickness.

Hood: Not looking good for the Crooked Man.

Smith: Indeed, it is not.

~Lou mimics some move with his right arm, giving Crash some instructions. It’s unclear whether or not Crash hears him. But, The Crooked Man does pull himself back up and to the apron. Ian is leaning toward the ropes, speaking with Ross. Crash rolls into the ring...he hurries to his feet when he sees Ian heading his way. Dream takes off, becoming a blur once again. Crash pops to his feet. Unable to pick up Ian’s movements, Crash extends both arms and spins around...BOOM!! He connects with his left arm, nearly taking Ian’s head off!! Dream turns inside out, landing on the mat HARD. The fans pop...some “CRASH” chants sound out. Ross clutches at his hair with concern. Lou yells, “Stay on top of him!” Rodriguez drops to a knee and secures a vicious chin lock, turning and yanking on Dream’s skinny neck~

Smith: And, finally, Crash has managed to neutralize Ian’s speed. He’s gonna have to use his size and strength if he wants to win this one.

Hood: It’s not very often Crash is the bigger guy...but that’s the case here. Gotta adapt.

Smith: Yep, something he appears to be having no trouble with. Now, the question is whether or not Ian can rebound.

~Crash’s arm slips under Ian’s chin. Scruff pats Crash on the arm, noticing the choke. Ian’s legs kick wildly...Ross yells for a break. Crash breaks the hold...but he maintains control of Ian’s head, leaning forward with a headbutt! Ian’s motions are slowed considerably. Crash, from his knees, begins to deliver straight right hands into Ian’s forehead. Ross, noticing the beating, hops onto the apron. Crash looks up at Ross...he slams the back of Ian’s head into the mat before popping to his feet and going after Ross. Ross hops off the apron before Crash can reach him. Rodriguez points down at Hanson, issuing a warning. Ross doesn’t take it seriously. Crash turns around...Dream is on his feet...but he’s not as quick as he was earlier. He turns at Crash...Crash ducks and lifts Ian over the top rope and onto his feet, atop the apron. Crash knees Ian in the gut...he hooks Dream and lifts him back into the ring, from the apron, with a suplex!! Ian hits hard, arching his back in pain. Lou claps from his side of the ring, looking very encouraged~

Smith: Ross Hanson already getting involved and disrupting this match.

Hood: He was merely responding to Crash CHOKING Ian. The sun is out, Smith. NO CHOKING

Smith: Scruff had that completely under control.

Hood: Scruff can’t control his bowels, let alone what goes on inside that ring.

Smith: That’s way too much information, Hood.

~Rodriguez rips Ian off the mat via a handful of hair and tosses him into the nearest corner. Ian hits the buckles hard. Crash charges in with a HUGE lariat. He hops onto the second rope and begins sending right hand after right hand into Crash’s forehead. The fans count along. They reach twelve...THIRTEEN. Crash hops off the second rope and boots Ian the gut. He hooks Ian for a DDT...and drops him on his head near the center of the ring!!! Crash rolls Ian over and shoots the half...Scruff slides in with the count~

Kick Out!!

Smith: Ian Dream with the kickout! But, he’s got to mount some kind of offense or this could be over...quickly.

Hood: Maybe Ross could ‘accidentally’ hit Crash with a chair or something.

Smith: Only if he wants to get his friend disqualified.

Hood: Weak ass rules.

~Crash snares Ian by his hair, pulling him to his feet. He smacks Ian with a huge forearm uppercut. Dream staggers into the ropes. Crash whips him off. Crash leans into the ropes to shoot himself off...but Ross reaches in, grabbing his foot. Crash struggles, but gets his foot free...as he does, he looks up and gets nailed with a dropkick from Ian!!! Crash stumbles into the ropes. Dream struggles to his feet. He runs forward and leaps at Crash with a spear!! The two men go through the ropes, hitting the apron and landing on the grass field! The crowd pops!! Ross grabs Ian, helping him to his feet before Crash. Lou hustles around the ring~

Smith: Ross Hanson once again interjecting himself into this match...it’s unfair!

Hood: Lou’s making his way over there...too bad it’ll take him half the match to arrive.

~Scruff hops out of the ring, fighting to maintain order. He talks to Hanson, getting him away from Dream. As he does, he sees Lou rounding the corner. He goes after Lou to keep him from getting involved. Ross uses this opportunity to step forward and stomp on Crash, keeping him down. Ian leans against the apron, catching his breath. The fans boo...several throw stuff at Scruff, trying to redirect his attention. Lou is pleading his case~

Smith: Scruff, c’mon!

Hood: He knows danger when he sees it, Smith. Lou is an old alcoholic with nothing to lose...he’s heading over there to shank Ian, I think.

Smith: He’s not shanking anyone!

Hood: You’d be surprised what old men like Lou are capable of.

~Lou, realizing he’s hurting his client more than helping him throws his arms up and backs away. Ross ceases with the stomping. Scruff heads over and tells Ross to stand back, he does so with a smile...acting like a law abiding citizen. Ian pulls Crash up and tosses him back into the ring...Scruff nods...he slides into the ring while Ian leaps onto the apron. Crash staggers to his feet...Dream springboards off the top rope, grabs Crash by the head, spins around and drops him with a Tornado DDT!! The fans pop due to the athleticism and spectacle of the move!!! Crash sits up, for a moment, before falling on his back. Dream scrambles over for the pin...Scruff slides in with the count~

Kick Out!!

Smith: Kick out by Crash! Like Rodriguez, this match has been flipped on its head. Thanks in large part to Ross Hanson.

Hood: The Golden Age, baby. Like the price of gold, they are going up, up, and up.

Smith: But, can Dream put Crash away? Rodriguez is as tough as they come.

Hood: Oh, no doubt. He’ll just run through him like A-Train ran through that nerd’s girlfriend in the pilot of The Boys.

Smith: Didn’t watch it. I refuse to watch filth.

Hood: Yet you call this shit. Such a weird man.

~Dream remains focused. He gets to his feet. Crash is on one knee, trying to get to his. Ian leans in, applying a double underhook guillotine choke (Kryptonite Klutch)!! Crash stumbles around, trying to get free...but the hold is locked in tight. Lou pounds the mat with his fists, trying to inspire his client. Ross claps from his spot, feeling confident. Rodriguez’s stumbling slows...he drops back to one knee. Ian has the hold cinched in TIGHT. Crash is having trouble breathing. He soon drops to both knees. Scruff checks in on The Crooked Man. A ‘Crash’ chant sounds out...the fans getting behind their desired choice to win this opener~

Smith: I certainly didn’t think a submission would be the end result to this one...but, hey, it’d be impressive.

Hood: You see how much Dream has learned from Thad? He might be ready for an OCW Title shot!

Smith: Easy there, Hood. You might be putting the cart in front of the horse.

Hood: Just trying to make the horse’s life easier, that’s all.

~Scruff leans in...he asks Crash...he gets no response. Crash’s upper body is covered in sweat. It drips off his forehead, onto the mat. He’s gasping for air. His arms appear limp. Scruff grabs the right hand and lifts it up...it drops. He grabs it again...he lifts it up...but Crash keeps it in the air! The crowd pops!! Crash fires up, to his feet...he charges ahead, bullying Ian into the corner. Dream, however, lets go of the hold and jumps over Crash, taking him down with a sunset flip! He holds on for the pin! Scruff dives in...Lou’s fear filled face looks on~

3..NO!

Smith: Crash kicked out! But how much does he have left? Ian nearly choked the life out of him.

Hood: Yea, it’s wicked hot out here, man. Not exactly the type of climate you want to get locked in a long ass chokehold in.

Smith: Nope. If Ian could lock it in again...he might be able to put Crash to sleep.

~Crash pops to his feet after kicking out. Ian is seated up. Crash runs ahead, throwing a knee at Dream’s face...but Ian ducks!! Crash stumbles into the corner. Dream kips up and spins around. Crash turns around, only to get hit with a corner splash!!! Dream knees Crash in the gut and looks to reapply the Kryptonite Klutch...but Crash bullies ahead and stands up, backdropping Ian onto the mat!! The crowd pops...Lou pumps his fist, feeling temporary relief. Hanson leans in, eyeing the action. Crash yanks Ian up and shoves him into the ropes. He punches Dream in the gut, doubling the youngster over. He hooks Dream in a front face lock, lifting up his feet and draping them over the middle rope. Crash looks to hit a draping DDT...he falls back...but he loses his grip! Crash’s back lands hard! The fans boo as we look up and see Ross holding onto Ian’s foot. Dream sticks his arms out, onto the mat, crawling forward before returning to his feet~

Smith: Not again!

Hood: Ian’s shoelaces had come undone. Ross was just trying to tie them back together.

Smith: Yea, sure. Whatever. He blatantly cheated.

Hood: Hey, if you want Ian to trip and injure himself, fine.

~Rodriguez, holding his back, staggers to his feet. Dream spins around, looking to hit Side Kick (Reverse Roundhouse Kick). The crowd holds their breath. But Crash ducks! He grabs Ian and tosses him over his head with a belly-to-belly suplex!!! Ian hits hard!!! The crowd pops. Crash returns to his feet...he leans into the ropes and shoots forward...he runs past Ian. Ross backs up, hands up...Crash dives through the ropes with a suicide dive onto Ross, taking him down!!! The fans go wild!! Crash pops to his knee, hammering Ross with right hands~

Smith: And Crash has had enough! He’s giving Ross Hanson what for!

Hood: Ross is out there minding his own fucking business and Crash attacks him. He’s evil, man. Spent too much time in Kansas City.

Smith: Whatever!

~Hanson reaches up, grabbing Crash by the hair and pulling forward...Rodriguez’s forehead slams into the metal barricade surrounding the ring! Crash rolls away, holding his forehead. Scruff is about to head that way when Ian turns him around, complaining about something...distracting the ref. Ross pulls himself up...he rips Crash off the grass and picks him up for a slam. Ross falls back and throws Crash over the barricade and into the above ground pool!!! Crash splashes into the water, sending the youngsters scrambling!! Ross falls back, hitting the metal guardrail hard, keeping him down. Ian looks at Crash...he looks at the pool...he pushes Scruff aside and makes the climb to the top buckle...the crowd rises~

Smith: Uh oh

Hood: This is Ian’s moment! He literally swam all month for this moment.

Smith: He did seem to really enjoy the hotel swimming pool.

~Scruff pauses...he doesn’t know what to do. Dream reaches the top...he looks down at Crash, sprawled out, on his back in the tiny, kiddie above ground pool. Dream leaps off with a Senton!!! He soars through the air...over the grass, barely clearly the barricade and landing in the pool!!! But Crash moves!!! Ian hits hard!! A loud, wet thud fills the atmosphere!! Dream winces, trying to sit up before flattening out in the pool. The fans pop...they chant for Crash. Ross pulls himself up, realizing Ian needs his help. Scruff yells out, “ONE!”~

Smith: And, finally, we’re getting a count.

Hood: Damnit...Ian should know you only take risky dives into the deep end. He got too excited.

Smith: C’mon, Crash! Get up!

~Hanson hurries over the barricade...he sees Crash on all fours, trying to get to his feet. He kicks Crash in the ribs. Scruff yells out, “TWO!” Ross grabs Ian from the pool and drags him to the barricade, tossing him over. Hanson hops over, picking Ian up and carrying him to the ring in his arms. He sets Ian on the apron and shoves him into the ring. Scruff yells, “THREE!” The fans are yelling “BULLSHIT!” They aren’t very happy with Scruff. Scruff is apparently a man that can only do one thing at a time...so, he yells, “FOUR!” Hanson turns and sees Crash leaning over the barricade~

Smith: Look at Crash...so resilient. So determined.

Hood: Did you see Ian literally float to the ring? That kid is unreal!

Smith: He didn’t FLOAT to the ring...Ross Hanson carried him!

~Hanson reaches under the ring for a chair. He’s going to put Crash out for good. He locates one. The fans yell, “HEY, REF...DO SOMETHING!” Scruff yells, “FIVE!” Ross hands toward Crash. Rodriguez, exhausted, looks up...Ross leans back with the chair...but Lou steps in, ripping the chair away!! The fans go wild! Ross turns around and Lou hits him in the head with the chair, sending Ross staggering backwards!! Lou runs forward with the chair, hitting Ross in the head again...this sends Hanson over the barricade and into the fans!! A “LOU! LOU!” chant sounds out. Scruff yells “SIX!” Lou drops the chair and runs over to Crash, urging him on~

Smith: Yes, way to go Lou!

Hood: Fuckin cheaters!!! Kansas City douchebags!

Smith: Crash has to get to that ring before ten or it’s all for nothing!

~Crash pulls himself over the barricade...he tumbles into the grass. He crawls for the apron. Ian gets to his knees in the center of the ring, watching on. Scruff yells, “SEVEN!” Crash reaches the ring and grasps at the apron. Scruff yells, “EIGHT!” Lou claps his hands...he points at the fans, throwing his arms in the air. They yell, “CRASH! CRASH! CRASH!” Scruff screams, “NINE!” Crash reaches for the bottom rope, grabs it and pulls himself back into the ring! A huge pop! Scruff motions that the match can continue. Dream pops to his feet. Crash struggles to his, stumbling around. Dream sprints forward, kneeing Crash in the gut...doubling The Crooked Man over~

Smith: Crash is back in the ring but...it appears Ian’s got his speed back.

Hood: That pool...it rejuvenated him.

Smith: Could have.

~Dream hits the ropes, his speed in full effect...he bounces off and lifts a knee into Crash’s face, sending the Crooked Man upright and staggering into the ropes. Ian measures Crash up...he’s going for Side Kick. He charges ahead and throws the Reverse Roundhouse Kick...Crash ducks! Ian’s momentum takes him over the top rope, to the apron. He rushes toward a corner. Crash staggers near the center of the ring...he leans forward, trying to catch his breath. Ian, in a blur, is on the top rope...he leaps off with a leg drop to the back of Crash’s head and neck...he connects!!! The crowd rises with anticipation...Ian rolls Crash over and goes for the pin~

3...NO!

Smith: Crash with the shoulder up! But he’s reeling...he doesn’t have much energy left...this heat has really taken it out of him.

Hood: Oh, yea, blame the heat...or, ya know, give Ian some fucking credit.

Smith: I’ll say this...Ian is looking really good right now.

~Dream pops to his feet! He rips Crash off the mat by his hair and spins him around. From behind, Ian hooks a Double Chickenwing! Crash struggles. Dream goes to elevate him...but Crash throws a mule kick right into Ian’s groin!!! Dream loses his grip...Crash spins around...he turns Ian over, grabs him by the head and drops him with Total Loss (Cross Rhodes)!!! He flips Ian over and makes the pin...Lou throws his arms in the air, counting along with Scruff and the fans~

3!!!!

~The bell rings! The fans in Odessa go wild~

Belvedere: Here is your winner….CRASH RODRIGUEZ!!!!!

Smith: He did it! Crash did it! He won his return match!

Hood: Yea, only AFTER kicking Ian in the dick!

Smith: I’m sure that was an accident.

Hood: Oh yes, because the CROOKED man would never cheat.

Smith: Even IF...and I’m only saying IF...after what he experienced, can you blame him?

Hood: Boy, you’re something else.

~Lou reaches under the ring, he locates a pedialyte. He enters the ring, cracks it open and helps Crash up, handing him the bottle. Rodriguez takes a huge gulp...trying to replenish everything he sweat out in the heat. He looks around...the fans are on their feet, chanting his name. Crash throws both arms in the air, feeling trumphant. Ian, meanwhile, rolls out of the ring, to the grass...Hanson crawls his way, having escaped the crowd...he helps Dream up~

Smith: What a win for Crash Rodriguez...I think, this go around, he’s going to do great things.

Hood: He’s gonna have to deal with Ian again, at some point. You can mark that down. The Golden Age isn’t done with Crash...he stole this fucking match.

~As if having a direct line to Hanson and Ian...seconds after Hood’s words...the two men hit the ring and tackle Crash and Lou. The fans BOOO. Ross unloads right hands onto an exhausted Crash. Dream, meanwhile, keeps Lou down, making him watch Ross beat up his client~

Smith: C’mon!

Hood: Told ya...one way or another...The Golden Age will come out on top.

~Finished, Hanson gets up. Crash is down...he’s apparently out. Ian lets Lou go...he crawls over, checking on his wounded client. Ross and Ian look out at the fans and throw their arms up...massive boos. They don’t care...the duo exit the ring and head back down the ramp, avoiding trash and insults hurled their way. Our camera cuts back to the ring as Lou is trying to revive the battered and dehydrated Crash Rodriguez~

Smith: Terrible sportsmanship. Those two will pay for this, no doubt.

Hood: Blah blah blah...not as long as they hitch their wagons to Thad. That man never loses.

Smith: Well, we’ll see about that later tonight as he faces the most dangerous man in OCW – BRIM.

Hood: Most dangerous man MY ASS

Smith: Anyway, we’re off to a hot start...one match in and I’d say those two delivered! We’ve got plenty more where that came from as the in-ring action will resume...but first, let’s head to the back!

~We cut backstage where TIO is furious. He’s trying to get to GM Who’Re...but head of security KNUX is blocking him~

TIO: Knux, man...let me in there.

~Knux folds his arms and shakes his head ‘no’~

TIO: Seriously...I helped get you this job. LET ME IN

~Knux won’t budge. TIO appears ready to fight Knux...but Cheasy M appears. The fans pop~

Cheasy M: TIO...you okay, buddy?

~TIO turns...he scoffs upon seeing Cheasy~

TIO: Ugh, it’s you.

Cheasy M: Everything alright? People have been worried about you...ya know, you were heading to confront drug lord Saxon Rowe and then...silence.

TIO: I’m fine, obviously. Or, well, not THAT fine. That BITCH...that WHORE moved my match with Raven up in the lineup.

Cheasy M: Oh?

TIO: Yea, OH.

Cheasy M: I don’t really see what that’s cause for…

TIO: Which basically means the sun will be out and I won’t be able to hurt Raven like I want to. It’s bullshit. She’s trying to screw me so her precious JAMES RAVEN can get an easy win.

Cheasy M: Well, you could just beat him with actual wrestling.

~TIO slaps Cheasy~

TIO: Hey! You watch your mouth when you’re talking to me.

~Knux steps in. Member of diVeristy appear...they surround TIO. It’s a fight he can’t win~

TIO: Rigged. FUCKING RIGGED.

~He turns and storms off. Cheasy rubs his cheek~

Cheasy M: OCW Hall of Famer TIO is furious...his match has been moved up, meaning he will not be able to take advantage of the no rules stipulation against James Raven, later on. I’m going to toss it to Jones where I’m told he’s standing by with former GM, Marcus Welsh.

~We make a quick cut. Marcus Welsh looks like the most excited person in attendance. Zybala is throwing a few superkicks behind him, warming up to face Ed. Jones steps into view~

Jones: Thanks Cheasy...yes, I’m here with former GM Welsh...and, I must say, it’s great to see you up and so healthy looking.

Welsh: Well I appreciate those words. It was a long road to get to this point...and while my mind isn’t where it needs to be, it’s getting there.

Jones: I’m told you’ll be accompanying Zybala to the ring this evening.

Welsh: Yep, our match is next and if Mike wins, then his OCW Title win against Meyhu will be recognized. That makes this the biggest match in Mike’s career.

~ Zybala pauses his pre-match warm-up when he hears this. He pauses and turns towards Cheasy and Welsh~

Zybala: Woah. You didn't tell me this earlier, bud. Way to spring something huge like this on me. I thought there was no pressure going into this. Can you even do something like that?

~Welsh smiles with the confidence of a guy that has something up his sleeve~

Welsh: Don't you worry, Mike. There are wheels in motion. Changes are coming...and they're gonna start with your match, bud.

~ Zybala looks at his friend with some doubt in his eyes~

Zybala: You sure you're up for this Marcus? You just got out of the hospital not to long ago. Maybe you should take it easy?

~Welsh pats Mike on the back~

Welsh: Mike, buddy, if there's one thing I'm 100% positive about...it's being out there for your match. We're going to make sure that justice is done tonight. The right man walking out the winner.

~ Zybala flashes a thumbs up at the words of encouragement~

Zybala: Thanks Marcus. I'm glad I got you in my corner tonight. It feels like old times working together again. With you in my corner, not even Matt Meyhu can stop me. Ed doesn't have a chance.

~Welsh extends his hand. Zybala shakes it. Jones turns to the camera~

Jones: These two are ready, Smith and Hood. Zybala is focused...in a few minutes, he might be former OCW Champion, Mike Zybala. Back to you guys!

~We cut back to Smith and Hood~

Smith: TIO is furious that his match has been moved UP in the card.

Hood: Guy needs to quit relying on weapons to win matches. If he wants to beat Raven, he's gonna have to out wrestle him.

Smith: Something TIO can do...but not what he'd prefer, obviously. And...we also saw Welsh announce that if Zybala wins his match tonight, he'll have his OCW Title win over Meyhu recognized!

Hood: Just more proof that Marcus Welsh didn't just lose his memory. He lost his damn mind.

Smith: So much going on and we've barely just begun the night!

Hood: Well I'm settling in because tonight's main event is going to kick so much ass.

Smith: Yes, Lux and Outcast should...

Hood: WHOA...I'm talking about the debut of James Raven...or, return.

Smith: That's not our main event.

Hood: What?! That has to be some kind of error...are you kidding me? FOURTH MATCH? This is some bullshit!

Smith: Actually, Hood...I'm being informed that match was not only moved up...but it's next!

Hood: CRIMINAL

Smith: Two legends are set to do battle...one an OCW Hall of Famer...the other, well, he might as well be a pro wrestling Hall of Famer...James Raven dominates whatever landscape he enters and, tonight, he sets foot atop the OCW turf. It's Raven. It's TIO. It's Round 2! Let's head down to ringside!

“Cold as ice he remain
Fuck 'em all
Tell em all eat shit
Here we go again”

~The beat to "Cold Wind Blows" by Eminem starts pounding out of the speakers, causing the fans inside Ratliff Stadium to jeer in heavy waves. The Incredible One walks out through the black curtain with an intense swagger, nodding to the rhythm of the song. He points to the crowd, cussing and screaming, then points up at the sun in the sky. Is he… is he mad at the sun?~

TIO: This is bullshit! How am I wrestling in the goddamn day time! I should be top of the card! I’m a Hall of Famer, a former OCW Champion! This is fucking disrespectful!

~TIO stands on the stage, practically foaming at the mouth. He extends his arms, allowing the fans to feed him with their hatred. They oblige, and boo him loudly.~

Belvedere: Making his way to the ring, currently residing in Key West, Florida, from Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada... weighing in at 235lbs... OCW Hall of Famer - THE INCREDIBLE ONE!

~TIO walks briskly towards the ring, grabbing a fans homemade “PEOPLE’S G.O.A.T.” sign and ripping it in two before rolling underneath the ropes and heading for a turnbuckle. He climbs to the top and continues to curse out the crowd before posing again with his arms extended. He hops down before stretching the ropes. He throws his jacket to the outside and paces as his music fades.~

TIO: Bring me your GOAT! It’s time to settle this once and for all!

~The crowd boos furiously.~

Smith: The Incredible One is fired up right now! He’s calling for the entrance of James Raven!

Hood: He seems confident.

Smith: Some might suggest the word “delusional”.

~The sharp and electric guitar riffs of Linkin Parks “Bleed it Out” suddenly blare over the speakers, the crowd leaping to their collective feet with all thought of The Incredible One chased from their minds.~

“Now here we go for the hundredth time!
Hand grenade pins in every line!
Throw ‘em up, and let something shine!
Going out of my FUCKING MIND!”

Smith: Here he comes! The People’s G.O.A.T.!

Hood: “The New Face of OCW”!

Smith: The winner of Block Party!

Hood: The best abs in wrestling! NAY! All of entertainment!

~James Raven makes his way through the curtain to raucous applause, a wide smile on his face as he looks to the fans in the Ratliff Stadium bleachers and points their way in appreciation. He turns his attention to TIO in the ring, and winks to him confidently. TIO shouts at him furiously, but Raven immediately turns to the fans again. Nobody cares what Ian has to say now. We had weeks for that.~

Belvedere: Making his way to the ring, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada… weighing in at 222 pounds… he is a former OCW Block Party winner with an unclaimed shot at the OCW Championship… The People’s G.O.A.T… JAMES RAVEN!

~James makes his way to the ring as Bleed it Out continues to play, climbing the ring steps confidently and stepping between the ropes. There’s no more fanfare from Raven. He doesn’t pose or take to the turnbuckles; once he’s inside the ring, he’s all business. He strips down to his ring gear, and several dozen women in the audience faint immediately. The referee makes his way over to TIO, making sure he’s ready and giving some last minute guidelines. TIO nods, and after the referee has a similar check in with James, he makes his way to the middle of the mat and calls for the bell.~

Smith: Here we go!

Hood: A rematch from 2019! The OCW Hall of Famer vs a Pro Wrestling Legend! Let’s do it!

DING!
DING!
DING!

~The Incredible One charges James Raven as if he’s shot out of a cannon, swinging with a wild overhand right that James quickly side steps. TIO pivots and advances on Raven again, this time throwing a few front kicks at James’ midsection which The G.O.A.T. is able to deflect. TIO cuts the ring off from James, leaving him trapped in a corner, and he winds up for a massive chop to the chest! It connects, a sickening slap echoing through the stadium. The Incredible One grins to himself, satisfied to have landed the first blow, then ties up with Raven in the corner.~

Smith: TIO is aggressive in the early going, he’s not giving Raven a second to get his footing.

~Raven ducks under The Incredible Ones arm, slipping around him and out of the corner. James makes his way to the middle of the mat as TIO turns around and charges after him. TIO ducks for a spear and Raven hurdles over the top! TIO skids to a stop behind Raven and turns around… Pele kick! James flips back and bicycle kicks The Incredible One right between the eyes! TIO drops to a knee, clearly dazed, then falls backwards and scrambles back to the corner to collect himself.~

Hood: That might tame TIO’s aggression, a bit.

~The Incredible One grabs the middle rope and pulls himself back up to his feet, an angry snarl on his face.~

Smith: Or, on the other hand, it might not. ~TIO rushes Raven again, this time grabbing him in a tight single collar tie-up. TIO manages to spin Raven around and grabs him by the waist, hurling him through the air with a release german suplex! The crowd boos loudly as The Incredible One climbs back to his feet and quickly makes his way over to James, hauling him back to his feet. TIO spins Raven around and grabs him by the waist again, hurling him backwards with another german suplex, this time bridging and leaving Ravens shoulders flat on the mat!~

T-

~Raven lifts his shoulder quickly, fighting out of The Incredible One’s grip and rolling back to his feet and falling back against the ropes for support. TIO stands as well and sees Raven compromised. He charges at him, looking to clothesline The People’s G.O.A.T. over the top but James dives out of the way! TIO hits the ropes and tumbles over the top, flipping awkwardly to the floor below after landing hard on the apron!~

Smith: You had to think TIO’s early blitz was going to be countered at some point!

Hood: Yeah, that looked like it hurt, TIO is crawling around on the ground! I’m not sure if he can get up right now!

~Inside the ring, James takes a second to think before making his way to the corner and climbing the ropes to the top of the ringpost. The fans cheer wildly as he looks out at them, then points down at The Incredible One. TIO still can’t get to his feet, and has no idea that Raven is taking flight! James jumps from the ringpost and soars through the air, driving a heavy elbow into the spine of The Incredible One, flattening him to the ground! The crowd explodes as James rolls slowly back to his feet and the referee calls for him to bring the action back inside the ring. Raven leans against the fan barricade, wincing slightly after that landing. After a moment he grabs TIO by the head and pulls him back up to his feet, dragging him over to the apron and rolling him underneath the bottom rope and back inside.

~James makes his way to the ring steps and makes his way up them slowly, stopping at the top before once more climbing the ringpost. The fans cheers begin to swell once more as he reaches the top, but somehow The Incredible One pulls himself to his feet and dives for the corner! He grabs the top rope and shakes it wildly! James’ foot slips and he falls from the top rope, landing on the mat next to TIO! TIO hooks Ravens head and quickly DDT’s him to the canvas! The Incredible One rolls Raven across the mat, out of the corner and away from the ropes. Once they’re in the middle of the canvas, TIO squats over Ravens shoulder and begins working a tight arm bar!~

Smith: TIO is really torquing the arm of Raven here! He won’t think twice about breaking it if James isn’t careful!

Hood: This is some good Canadian on Canadian violence. We stan it.

~The crowd boos loudly as TIO pulls at James’ arm, doing his best to wrench it out of socket. James uses his jiu jitsu training to shift his hips and take the pressure off the angle of his shoulder. With a mighty yank, he’s able to pull his arm free and slip it out from underneath The Incredible One. Raven scrambles to his feet, clutching at his arm as TIO stands slowly. TIO quickly grabs James in another tie up, pounding a fist into the hurt arm of The G.O.A.T. James winces at the blow, and TIO quickly uses the sore arm to whip Raven into the ropes! TIO ducks low to spear Raven on the rebound… but James has it scouted! Raven shoots off the ring ropes and leaps through the air with a flying knee! Raven drives his knee directly into the temple of The Incredible One, collapsing him instantly! James scrambles atop TIO, rolling him over and hooking his leg for a cover! The referee slides into position to make the count!~

T-

~TIO kicks out! He gets a shoulder up to the shock and dismay of the fans inside Ratliff Stadium, a chorus of boos raining down on the ring as they thought The People’s G.O.A.T. had put it away right then and there! James doesn’t waste any time sulking, grabbing the dazed and disoriented TIO and pulling him up to his feet! Raven shuffles back a few steps, looking to unleash his trademark superkick… but TIO dives for the ropes, tumbling through them and falling out of the ring to the ground once more.~

Smith: Credit where it’s due, The Incredible One is surviving here.

Hood: That flying knee would have KO’d plenty of people. I wonder if TIO even knows where he is right now?

~James drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring, watching patiently as TIO rolls around on the ground and tries to gain his bearings. The Incredible One makes it to all fours and Raven charges from behind, hitting a running bulldog and slamming TIO’s head to the field like a Rob Gronkowski spike. The Texas crowd cheers loudly, because they don’t often cheer for foreigners… but The People’s G.O.A.T. transcends borders. Raven takes a few seconds to rest, making his way to the fan barricade and saying hello to a young fan in a #17 Buffalo Bills jersey. Long Live Josh Allen. TIO is once more trying to crawl to his feet, and Raven watches as The Incredible One grabs the ring skirt and uses it to pull himself up and back into the ring. Knowing that it’s time to go back to work, James fistbumps the young Bills fan and makes his way up the ring steps to the apron. TIO makes it to his feet as Raven steps through the ropes, and The Incredible One rocks Raven with a powerful European Uppercut! Raven stands stunned, half in and half out of the ring, and TIO drops down for a Russian legsweep that topples The People’s G.O.A.T., still tangled in the ropes!~

Smith: TIO wants revenge on Raven, and he wants it bad! He’s got more in the tank!

~The Incredible One grabs Raven's wrist and pulls his twisted body from the ring ropes! He drags Raven to the center of the canvas and drops down to his knees next to The People’s G.O.A.T. for the cover!~

Hood: Kickout by the G.O.A.T.! James Raven gets a shoulder up off the mat! ~The Incredible One slides over to Raven’s feet, grabbing him by the ankle and doing his best to lock up a submission. James throws several wild kicks, bouncing his boot off of the side of TIO’s skull repeatedly. TIO doesn’t back off and manages to twist Raven over and grapevine his legs… The Incredible One has James Raven locked in a sharpshooter!~

Smith: NO! This is bad for The People’s G.O.A.T.!

Hood: TIO has tapped out plenty of big names in OCW with this submission, Raven needs to escape quickly!

~Raven flips and flops around on the mat, trying to free himself. TIO has an iron grip on the sharpshooter, and squats low to add more pressure to James’ lower back. The crowd boos furiously, letting The Incredible One know what they think of him and rallying for The People’s G.O.A.T. to escape! The referee kneels in front of James, asking him if he wants to continue, telling him that he can tap out and relieve the pain if it’s too much!~

Smith: James is trapped!

Hood: The Incredible One is going to get his revenge! He’s going to submit James Raven! 2021 is the year of TIO!

~The Incredible One shouts at Raven, telling him to tap! The People’s G.O.A.T. begins to army crawl across the canvas and reaching out desperately for the ring ropes! TIO tries to anchor himself in place, but James won't be stopped! Finally… Raven grabs hold of the bottom rope! The fans in Odessa explode, blowing the metaphorical roof off the open air Ratliff Stadium. The referee tells TIO he has to release the sharpshooter, and after a few extra seconds he finally does. TIO tries to grab Ravens ankle again and drag him back to the middle of the canvas, but Raven feeds him several sharp kicks that back The Incredible One off and give Raven time to get back to his feet. TIO charges, and Raven rears back…~

~The F.Y.S.!~

~Raven hits The Incredible One with a superkick!~

Smith: TIO is OUT! Raven collapses after throwing the kick, though! He can’t make the cover!

Hood: The sharpshooter really drained him. His body just gave out.

~Both men lay motionless for several seconds before James Raven is able to force himself up to his hands and knees and crawl towards The Incredible One. After what feels like forever James is able to drape an arm over TIO and the referee starts the count.~

TH-

~Shoulder up! The Incredible One gets a shoulder up on instinct alone! James looks stunned, he was convinced he had this match won! He rolls away from The Incredible One, climbing back to his feet in the corner. Slowly he climbs the ropes, reaching the top of the ringpost and turning around. To the delight of the crowd Raven backflips off the top rope, looking for his patented Ravensault… but The Incredible One rolls out of the way! Raven is able to adjust and lands on his feet instead of crashing and burning. TIO stands up in front of James… headkick! Raven throws a vicious right head kick and wobbles TIO again! James swarms forward, wrapping TIO up before launching him with a belly-to-belly suplex! TIO rolls several times across the mat and climbs quickly to his feet, enraged and snarling. He tries to move on Raven quickly and is caught coming in with an armdrag that flips him onto his back. Raven quickly latches onto an arm and tries to straighten it out for an armbar of his own! TIO pulls his arm free, but Raven rolls over onto his own back and drags The Incredible One into a triangle choke! James Raven is trying to put TIO to sleep here!~

Smith: Raven is hammering TIO with elbows while he has him locked up!

Hood: TIO is busted open! The elbows of Raven have opened a cut on the forehead of The Incredible One!

~With TIO woozy, James lets go of the choke and flattens him to the mat for another cover. The referee slides into position to make the count!~

~TIO kicks out again, but Raven seems to be feeling it now! The People’s G.O.A.T. has the momentum! He pulls himself up to his feet, pointing out at the Texan fans who cheer wildly for him. TIO stands slowly and unsteadily as Raven ties up with him and eventually shoots him off the far ropes. TIO slingshots back at James who hurdles over the top of him and sends him flying off the ropes on the opposite side. The Incredible One slingshots back a second time and James catches him in the midsection with a knee strike that doubles him over… swinging neckbreaker! James plants The Incredible One with a neckbreaker, but doesn’t move for the cover. Instead he rolls to the feet of TIO and grabs ahold, looking for an ankle lock! The Incredible One flails wildly, and Raven transitions from an ankle lock to a heel hook. He locks it in, tugging and twisting wildly at TIO’s leg! The Incredible One is able to stretch for a rope break, and Raven lets him go knowing that the damage has been done. James rolls back to his feet, the fans cheering wildly.~

“PEO-PLE’S G.O.A.T.!”
“PEO-PLE’S G.O.A.T.!”
“PEO-PLE’S G.O.A.T.!”

Smith: James seems comfortably in the driver's seat here.

Hood: It looked like he turned it up a gear, and TIO just hasn’t been able to keep up.

~TIO staggers up as James delivers several chopping leg kicks to his thigh, dropping him down to a knee and forcing him to stand up again. TIO groans and winces as he tries to stand up on the injured leg.~

Smith: Raven looks TIO straight in the eye.

Hood: He holds up two fingers! 2-0!

~Flight of the Raven!~

~The crowd explodes! James Raven hits the jumping cutter, and TIO sprawls out flat on the mat. Raven lifts an arm in celebration as he rolls over atop The Incredible One, the referee making it official.~

~The crowd goes wild~

Smith: Raven did it! And, this time, he left little doubt.

Hood: He remains unbeaten against OCW Hall of Famers! The dude is on the fast track to becoming an OCW legend himself.

Smith: And TIO, once again, shows that he’s all bark and very little bite.

Hood: I think TIO wrestled the match of his life, to be honest. He was just in there with JAMES RAVEN.

Smith: If he’s that good, then we should just shut the place down.

Hood: Don’t do that. Don’t give me hope.

~Raven looks down at TIO and shakes his head. He was obviously expecting more. But, a win is a win. Raven takes a few moments to pose for the fans who chant “GOAT! GOAT! GOAT!” Raven nods, thanking them. He exits the ring and heads down the ‘face’ aisle, to the back~

Smith: Where does James Raven go from here?

Hood: He’s got that OCW Title shot in his back pocket. Dude could cash that in tonight, literally.

Smith: Something to look out for, no doubt. I’m sure Raven could compete again, if he wanted.

Hood: Raven could wrestle every match every night...he’s on a different plain of existence, Smith. A DIFFERENT PLAIN OF EXISTENCE.

Smith: Sounds a little hyperbolic...but he is great. Alright fans, we’re off to a hot start...that sun is still firmly stuck in the sky...so, before we get to our next match, let’s head backstage!

~The scene cuts to the locker-room area, where we find Denzel Porter, number one news reporter from the WNN, with World Heavyweight Champion, Xavier Lux. He has the World Title draped over his shoulder.~

Porter: Hello OCW universe, I am here with your World Champion who later this evening will be defending his championship against Outcast. How are you feeling Champ?

Lux: First let me just say that is good to have you here at Under the Lights Mr. Porter, I am a big fan of your work.

Porter: Thank you, Champ big fan of yours as well; I love the work you've been doing here at OCW and am honored to do this interview with you

Lux: Thanks, but can’t say the same for Peter Vaughn though, might want to keep an eye out for him...

~Xavier smiles but Denzel doesn’t, realizing the things that Peter Vaughn has been doing lately. Xavier laughs.~

Lux: Relax, I’m sure he’s not anywhere nearby. Anyway, I am feeling good Mr. Porter, very good in fact. I’m fully rehabilitated, the doctors confirmed my clearance earlier today and after a great 5 days of training with Cholo and Paco here in the great state of Texas (pauses for cheap pop) I gotta be honest, I’ve never felt better.

Porter: So a fully healthy Xavier Lux to face off against Outcast, no excuses then champ, win lose or draw?

Lux: Heh, I can’t remember the last time there was a tie in wrestling, so for better or worse, yes Mr. Porter, win or lose Outcast will face the best version of Xavier Lux but I can tell you right now, that version is extremely difficult to defeat

Porter: I’m sure it is, now as the show goes on, there is no doubt in anyone’s mind that your match, the main event, will definitely be fought ‘under the lights’ which means hardcore rules. Feeling good for a wrestling match is one thing but throw weapons in the mix and things change. How are you feeling about your odds there?

Lux: Mr. Porter, I know you and I haven’t known each other for long but back in my NLW days I lived for the hardcore matches. I thrived in the extreme and welcomed the idea of getting as violent as possible during my matches.

Porter: I am actually very familiar with your work, and some say that during your NLW days is when the comparisons to your father, The Scorpion, begun, as his favorite championship was the Savage title and -

~Xavier puts his hands over Denzel’s microphone and lowers it; he then gets a little bit closer to Denzel, making him feel a bit uncomfortable. ~

Lux: I like you Mr. Porter, a lot, anyone else asking for an interview I would have told them to take a hike. So let me ask you to not compare me to my father, or even mention his name to me, ever again. Do we understand each other?

~Xavier let’s go of the microphone so Denzel can respond.~

Porter: *ahem* Um, yes, of course, my apologies Champ… I meant no disrespect.

Lux: Great! Now where was I? Oh yeah, now during GCWA I barely dipped my feet in those waters but did have a great tag team hell in a cell match with Marcus Ka’Derrion against a group Outcast is very familiar with. We won that night, but never-mind all that, here in OCW you have already seen what I can do inside a cage, but now you get to see what I can do outside of one because if I can guarantee you one thing Mr. Porter, is that Outcast and I will wrestle all over the arena tonight. There is no corner that is safe, there is no place that I won’t think of going or weapon that I will hesitate to use against Outcast. The blood will flow tonight Mr. Porter, and it may not only be Outcast’s, because I will do whatever it takes to retain this championship, even if it means losing every ounce of blood in my body. My goal is to win tonight at all cost and head across the pond, still OCW World Heavyweight Champion.

Porter: I love the confidence Champ and have no doubt you'll put on one hell of a performance, but tell me sir assuming you make it past Outcast is there anyone else you would like to take on?

Xavier Lux: OCW is filling up with all kinds of challengers I would like to face, some names I know of and some I have never heard of. But as long as I have this with me *he pats the World Title*, I will take on anyone and everyone.

Porter: Well there you have it folks, Xavier Lux is clearly ready to defend his title tonight. Back to you in the arena.

~Xavier pats Denzel on the shoulder and nods at him approvingly before heading inside his locker-room, we cut to a training room. TIO is getting his leg looked at by THE KNIFE MAN. THE KNIFE MAN waves his giant knife around, explaining TIO's injuries. ~

TIO: Fuck you! I don't want to hear that shit! Fuck this place! FUCK IT!

~TIO hobbles to his feet and he tries to attack The Knife Man~

The Knife Man: AHH!!!

~The very timid pacifist...The Knife Man, screams at the hint of danger and violence. Thankfully, diVersity rushes into the room, grabbing TIO and dragging him away. GM Who'Re enters~

Who'Re: Are you okay, Knifey?

The Knife Man: Yes Ma'am. He just scared the begeezus out of me.

Who'Re: Well I wouldn't worry about him anymore. As of now, his contract has been terminated. TIO won't be around here again anytime soon.

~The Knife Man nods, clutching his chest with relief. We cut back to Smith and Hood~

Smith: And that does it for TIO, Hood. He's gone!

Hood: Probably shouldn't have been hired in the first place.

Smith: Also, we heard from our OCW Champion, Xavier Lux. I gotta say, he sounds ready to go.

Hood: You don't capture the OCW Title unless you're 'ready to go' Smith. Lux is the undefeated OCW Champion for a reason and, tonight, we'll all see why as he ends Outcast's career.

Smith: And a big shout out to Denzel Porter! Great to see him backstage...his son, Mario Vontez Porter signed with OCW late last week and will be making his in-ring debut at Massacre on September 20th!

Smith: Alright fans...well it’s time to return to the in-ring action. An interesting one is on deck.

Hood: Or, a boring one, if you ask Mike Zybala.

Smith: Zybala has made no bones about the fact he’d rather wrestle ANYONE other than Ed. He has no motivation for this match...or, well, until Welsh was released.

Hood: Fucker’s got a lot of ground to make up. While he was goofing around about not caring Ed was as focused as I’ve ever seen the guy...he needs this win.

Smith: The winner of this match will be in prime position for an OCW Championship. The loser...I’m not sure they’ll be on the next Pay Per View.

Hood: I wouldn’t book them. Then again, I wouldn’t book half the fuckers in pro wrestling.

Smith: Which makes me glad you’re deprived that opportunity. Alright fans...two OCW vets...two competitors who know each other in-and-out. It’s Mike Zybala and Ed Houston...and it’s NOW.

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen...it is now time for our second match of the evening!

~The fans go wild! The graphic for Zybala versus Houston is shown. Dueling chants break out for the two most popular stars in OCW~

Belvedere: Introducing first…

WHEN ITS TIME TO PARTY WE WILL PARTY HARD

~That iconic music hits and the fans go wild!! Mike Zybala emerges from the away tunnel...which might as well be the home tunnel but, hey, face versus face, what are ya gonna do? Zybala steps forth...his name being displayed in the endzone. At his side is Welsh...Marcus looks around, almost tearing up at the sight. Zybala pats him on the back...the best friends make their way down the aisle~

Belvedere: From Buffalo, New York...standing 5’6 and weighing in at 175lbs...he has done EVERYTHING IN OCW except win a championship...ladies and gentlemen, the greatest wrestler in company history to never hold gold...Mike Zybala!!!

~Zybala looks around like “Wow, they really had to hammer that home, didn’t they.” Welsh gives him a hug...he’s gonna make things right after Zybala defeats Ed. They reach the ring...Mike slides in under the bottom rope while Welsh remains on the outside~

Smith: Mike Zybala back on Pay Per View!

Hood: And, Marcus Welsh back, LIVE at an OCW event since Who’Re tried to murder him.

Smith: I’m surprised she let him attend.

Hood: He’s got power over her, Smith. He just doesn’t realize it or really know how to use it, yet.

Smith: Indeed

~Zybala pops to his feet and throws a few superkicks to the fans delight! He ceases and stands in the center of the ring staring out at the thousands of the fans packed into this unique location...all chanting “ZYBALA! ZYBALA!” He nods his head in appreciation. Suddenly...his music stops. An ominous beat plays. Zybala’s brow furrows...he looks around, trying to figure out what’s going on~

Smith: What’s happening...that’s not...I don’t know who that song belongs to.

Hood: It’s Pay Per View night...could be anybody...well, except for Bifford. It won’t be Bifford.

Smith: Wait...LOOK!

~Smith points up in the air. A few fans gasp. Some scream. What looks to be a giant meteor is slowly descending toward the setup. Zybala backs up, placing his hand over his eyes, shielding the sun~

Smith: It’s a METEOR!

Hood: Fuckin hell...I should have known I’d die at an OCW eventual

Smith: It’s moving pretty slow, though.

Hood: Figures...go ahead and make this death slow and agonizing.

~The meteor comes to a stop...the ominous music continues to beat. The fans all look up in horror. Suddenly, it blows apart and ED HOUSTON is revealed! The crowd goes wild! “You’re Gonna Go Far Kid” by Offspring begins to play as Ed slowly descends to the ring, hands atop his hips like a conquering superhero. The fans chant “ED! ED! ED!” Zybala leans into his corner, arms folded. He’s clearly not impressed~

Smith: It’s Ed! He saved us!

Hood: Yea, right. He’s just trying to get someone to pony up the fuckin money for that Meteor sequel.

Smith: Meteor 2

Hood: Nah, it’ll have some weird name like Meteor 2: Meteor, YOU have a problem.

Smith: I can’t wait!

~Houston lands in the ring, safely. So nice to see OCW didn’t botch his entrance. Several bits from the obviously foam meteor land. People jump up, grabbing it as a souvenir. Ed gets unbuckled from his harness~

Belvedere: And, his opponent...from Miami, Florida...he stands 5’9 and weighs in at 175lbs...he’s won multiple titles in OCW and is the star of the Meteor franchise...ladies and gentlemen...he is….Ed Houston!!! ~The chants continue to rage on. Houston is freed from his restraints. Belvedere exits, leaving Scruff and the two competitors. Houston leans into the ropes...he bounces off and runs in place, rotating his shoulders. Zybala emerges from his corner. Scruff signals for the bell, it sounds. The fans go wild! “Zybala” and ‘Ed’ chants battle one another as the fans await some physical interaction~

Smith: And here we go! Can Zybala muster enough motivation to defeat Ed Houston?

Hood: He’d better. Ed just destroyed a meteor. He’s not fucking around tonight.

Smith: Houston is focused and looks ready to ascend the OCW ladder. But, he’s got to get through Zybala.

~Zybala walks up to Ed. The two men engage in a stare down. Words are exchanged. It appears to be about Meteor. Zybala explains his positioning behind the death of the franchise. Ed scoffs and rolls his eyes. He yells out, “ZYBALA SPIN!” Mike chuckles...he turns his head, briefly...then he quickly launches ahead with right hands! The fans go wild! Zybala pummels Ed with straight right hands, sending The Rocketman into the ropes! Zybala whips Ed off the ropes…but Houston reverses. Zybala hits the ropes...he comes off and throws a SUPERKICK! But Ed performs a backflip, avoiding the kick. Zybala stumbles, missing his mark. Houston lunges forward with a huge clothesline into the side of Zybala’s head. Mike grabs his ear, stumbling into the ropes. Houston throws a stiff side kick into Zybala’s back...Mike arches his back in pain. Ed spins Mike around and whips him off the ropes...but this time he lifts a knee into Zybala’s midsection! Mike spins forward, landing on the mat, holding his abdomen in pain~

Smith: Fast paced action so far! Ed’s getting the better of Mike!

Hood: That’s what preparation does for ya. Houston’s been focused on victory all month long...meanwhile, Mike only really got focused near the end. Sometimes...it’s too little, too late.

Smith: Yep, but Mike’s Superkick can come from out of nowhere and completely neutralize an opponent. He’s very, very dangerous.

Hood: Yes, especially when he’s allowed to pitch ideas.

Smith: Hey!

~Zybala sits up, clutching his abs. Houston throws a stiff soccer style kick into Zybala’s back, sending him to all fours. Ed charges for the ropes...he bounces off and runs at Mike...Houston leaps into the air and comes down on Zybala with a senton, flattening him out, front first on the mat. Ed doesn’t relent...he quickly transitions into a side headlock, keeping Mike grounded. Zybala struggles with his face buried into Houston’s body...with the sweltering Texas heat, it’s tough to breathe. Welsh looks on, concerned~

Smith: And just as we saw in the opener...with this heat, submissions are going to drain these competitors a lot faster.

Hood: Ya know, if I were Mike...I think I’d just bite Ed’s skin or something.

Smith: What? There’s no sportsmanship in that!

Hood: Fuck off...it’d at least get him free.

~Zybala uses his right fist to punch Ed in the ribcage...trying to bother him enough to slip free. But Ed’s determined...he cinches that side headlock in even deeper. Zybala kicks the mat in frustration. Welsh folds his arms and looks up at the sun, beating down...it’s really fucking hot. Finally, Mike reaches up and grabs Ed by the nose, yanking on his nostrils. Houston yells out in pain...the fans aren’t sure how they feel about this...kind of a dick move...but it IS super hot and he’s suffocating. So, Houston relents...letting Zybala go. Mike rolls away, under the bottom rope and onto the apron. Houston sits up, holding his nose and eyeing Zybala...it’s not a very nice eye...more along the lines of “If looks could kill.”~

Smith: Mike doing what he must to survive.

Hood: First he ghosts Ed, killing the Meteor franchise. And now he tries to give Ed some pro-bono rhinoplasty. The guy is a real jerk.

Smith: I think Ed has to shoulder SOME of the blame for what happened to the Meteor franchise.

Hood: Did you SEE Meteor? If so, you know you can’t blame that man for anything. He is a god among men.

~Zybala pops to his feet on the apron...his face is red, he’s still sucking wind. He threatens to springboard off the top...so, Ed pops to his feet. Zybala jumps onto the top rope...but he steps down...Houston is thrown, expecting a flying Zybala. Instead, Mike drops to his feet and throws a SUPERKICK!!! But Ed catches it! He spins Mike around...but Mike retaliates with a lariat!!! Houston drops to the mat, hard!! Zybala gets to his knees, placing his hands on his thighs as he looks into the bright, hot Texas sky, breathing heavily. The fans pop for Zybala’s move~

Smith: These fans still aren’t sure who they are going to cheer for.

Hood: Fans are so stupid. Titan 3 and Killa Kali were right...FUCK THE FANS

Smith: You forgot the ‘Z’

Hood: Sorry, but I will never replace an ‘S’ with a ‘Z’ to sound edgy

~Mike snares Ed by the hair, peeling him off the mat and to his feet. He whips Houston into the nearest buckle...Ed hits hard. Mike charges in with a huge shoulder into Ed’s abdomen, doubling the former Paradigm Champion over. Mike snares Ed by the head...he turns around, charges forward and plants Ed head first into the mat with a bulldog!!! Houston is face down. Mike is sitting up...he looks over at Welsh...Welsh nods and pumps his fist. Zybala points at Welsh, feeling the support~

Smith: There’s a connection, Hood. Zybala and Welsh have bonded. He’s feeding off the presence of his friend.

Hood: And, to think, I used to like Welsh. The welsh fucking suck and so does Marcus.

Smith: I’d be careful...rumors persist Welsh still has some stroke around here.

Hood: Only stroke Welsh has is whatever put him in the hospital in the first place.

Smith: Whoa!

~Houston fights to all fours. Zybala quickly returns to his feet. He snares Ed by the head and hooks him for a suplex. He lifts Ed up and brings him crashing over with a perfectly executed vertical suplex! The ring shakes from impact. Mike pops back to his feet...he feels the crowd getting a little quiet so he throws his arms in the air and performs some SUPERKICKS...the fans respond by cheering and chanting “Zybala!” He turns his focus back on Houston. He rips Houston off the mat and whips him into the ropes...Ed bounces off...Mike throws a SUPERKICK!! But Ed ducks!! Houston hits the ropes, bounces off and flies through the air, smacking Mike in the face with a flying forearm!!! Mike tumbles back, into the ropes and through them, onto the apron. He’s disoriented...he struggles to his feet, using the ropes for support. Houston pops back to his feet...Mike reaches his feet on the apron...Houston lunges forward and smacks Mike with a superkick of his own!!! Zybala flies off the apron and tumbles into the grass! Houston looks on from the ropes, taking a moment to catch his breath~

Smith: Zybala took a moment to fire the crowd up and it might have cost him.

Hood: Pandering is for losers, Smith. Winners don’t have to worry about working a crowd into their favor. Their performance does it for them.

Smith: It never helps to show these fans some love. They’re out here in this tremendous heat, showing support for OCW!

Hood: Hey, they get to drink beer and watch wrestling at a very reasonable price. I don’t feel sorry for them at all.

~Houston grips the top rope, ready to take flight. Welsh suddenly rushes into view, helping Mike to his feet. Houston throws his head back, rolling his eyes, thinking, “Seriously?” Zybala is on his feet...Welsh is talking to him, Mike nods to whatever he is saying. Houston steps through the ropes and onto the apron...he hops to the grass. He walks forward...Welsh tries to get him to stop, but Ed shoves Welsh out of the way...this draws some heat from the crowd...Welsh falls down and remains on the ground, holding his head. Mike looks down, “Marcus!” He turns around, only to get smacked with a right hand. Zybala responds with a knife edged chop. Ed punches him back. Mike chops him back...the two men trade chops and punches outside the ring. Scruff flies through the ropes to check on Welsh~

Smith: Welsh is down!

Hood: I guess Houston is TEAM WHO’RE

Smith: He could be seriously hurt, Hood. He JUST got released from the hospital after suffering a traumatic head injury.

Hood: Hey, if he’s that fucking weak then he shouldn’t be out here.

~Mike seems to be getting the better of Houston. Zybala’s chops are slicing right through Ed’s chest. Sweat flies into the air after each one, displaying the amount of liquid being expended by both competitors under this Texas sun. Houston backs against the apron...Mike smacks him with another chop. The fans are rallying behind the former commissioner. He rears back for an ULTIMATE CHOP….but Ed fires a knee right into Mike’s lower abdomen...questionable location. Mike doubles over, coughing. The fans begin to boo. Ed grabs Mike by the head and SLAMS him face first into the apron!! Mike falls back, holding his face in pain. Houston looks over, he sees Scruff tending to Welsh...this is gonna buy him some time~

Smith: Ed Houston bending the rules a bit...with Scruff’s back turned.

Hood: HOW? He just slammed Mike’s face into the apron. If that’s a DQ then I don’t want to call this shit anymore.

Smith: Okay, maybe I jumped the gun. But that look he gave toward Scruff told me he’s about to break some rules.

Hood: Oh, you got all that from ONE LOOK. Who are you, Steven fucking Seagal?

~Houston yanks Mike to his feet...he shoves him back before slinging him into the barricade! The entire crowd begins to boo at this point. Houston chops the fuck out of Zybala’s chest. More boos. Mike leans back against the guardrail, his arms draped over the top. Houston steps back...he measures Mike up and he delivers a STIFF kick into Zybala’s chest. Mike staggers forward, into Ed’s arms. Houston palms Mike’s chin and looks him straight in the eyes before rearing back and thrusting forward with a headbutt!!! Mike stumbles into the guardrail...leaning halfway over, sideways. Houston shakes his head a bit, clearing the cobwebs. He marches forward, positioning Mike’s throat over the top of the guardrail...he leans on Mike’s back, pressuring his windpipe against the metal bar atop the guardrail!! The fans at ringside are slapping at Ed, they boo Ed...a few of the smaller kids with foam meteors try hitting Ed with them. He’s unaffected~

Smith: This crowd has turned on Ed!

Hood: Embrace the hate, Ed. EMBRACE IT

Smith: Mike is the most sympathetic figure in OCW right now and Houston is giving him some disrespectful treatment.

Hood: Keep it up, Ed! This is how you get to the top!

~Houston gets tired of being hit with foam meteors...so he grabs one and throws it into the crowd, staring at the kid who had been holding it. The fans BOO heavily. The people at ringside reach at Ed, trying to drag him over the guardrail...Houston fights free. He snares Zybala’s arm and slings him off the guardrail and violently toward the ring...Zybala backpedals, sloppily, slamming into the edge of the apron. Houston throws a vicious roundhouse kick, smacking Zybala flush against the side of the head. Mike’s out...the apron is keeping him standing. Houston heads for the ring...he looks under the apron...but Welsh yells out, “HEY!” Houston stands up and sees Welsh pointing his way...Scruff heads over. Houston throws his arms up as if to say, “Hey, I’m innocent.” The crowd, though, they boo. Scruff orders they get back into the ring. Houston grabs Zybala and tosses him into the ring, under the apron. Mike rolls toward the center of the ring...coming to rest in the center. Houston hops onto the apron...he jumps up and springboards off the top rope with a shooting star press...he connects!!! He hooks the leg...Scruff slides into the ring for the count~

KICK OUT!

Smith: Zybala survives a modified version of Ed Houston’s Blastoff!

Hood: Yea, he is a survivor. There’s no doubt about that.

Smith: He even WON Survivor!

Hood: Don’t remind me!

~Frustrated, Houston mounts Zybala and throws some elbows down at Mike’s face. This draws the ire of the fans, once again. Welsh, back on his feet at ringside, holding his head, begins to slap the mat, doing what he can to help his pal. Mike throws a knee up, hitting Houston in the ass. Ed tumbles forward. Mike gets to his feet...he staggers around a bit, a little worse for wear. Houston pulls himself up using the ropes...he turns and charges at Mike...but Zybala grabs Ed by the arm and tosses him into the corners with a hip toss!! Ed’s body SLAMS into the corner...he lingers upside down for a moment before falling to the mat, front first. Mike falls into the middle rope, dropping to one knee, gasping for air...sweat pouring from his soaked hair. Welsh hurries over, carrying a bottle of Pedialyte he found under the ring~

Smith: I guess Pedialyte is our sponsor.

Hood: Unofficial. Poblano is our one and only recognized sponsor.

Smith: Indeed

~Mike downs a good portion of the super hydrating beverage. He pats Welsh on the head, thanking him. Welsh is like, “Ow.” Zybala apologizes, patting Welsh on the back. He stands, holding the bottle. Houston is crawling his way, holding his back. Mike looks down on The Rocketman...he drinks another good portion of the beverage before pulling Ed up and SMACKING him in the head with the bottle!! Red liquid flies everywhere! The crowd pops!! Houston stumbles into the corner he was tossed into earlier. Mike runs forward with a flying knee into Ed’s chest!!! He backs away...Houston stumbles his way...Mike lifts Houston up and spins around, slamming Ed into the mat!! Mike hooks the leg, Scruff slides in~

3..NO!

Smith: Houston kicks out! Mike ALMOST had his OCW Title win!

Hood: That isn’t seriously going to count if he wins this, is it?

Smith: It is!

Hood: Ugh. Classic OCW, baby.

~Zybala shows no frustration...he’s determined. He pulls Houston up and slings him into a corner. Ed hits hard. Zybala runs in with a huge clothesline!! Welsh cheers from the outside. The impact from Zybala’s clothesline sends a mist of sweat into the air. Zybala snares Houston by the arm and sends him flying across the ring into the opposite corner. Houston lands hard...Mike charges in once again...but this time Ed gets his boot up, smacking Zybala in the chops!! Mike stumbles back...Welsh reaches for his hair, anxious. Houston pulls himself up onto the top buckle. He stands up...his footing slips a bit...Zybala looks up and charges forward...he runs up the buckles, meeting Ed at the top...he grabs Ed and leaps off with a SPANISH FLY!!! They hit the mat HARD!!! Zybala remains on top of Ed, hooking the leg...Scruff dives in!! The fans count along~

3!! NOO!

Smith: Ed with the shoulder up!!

Hood: Zybala is pulling some moves out of his ass tonight. Spanish Fly? Sheesh.

Smith: He can smell that OCW Title, Hood.

Hood: You saying the most prestigious belt in wrestling smells?!

Smith: That’s not what I meant!

~Zybala looks at Scruff, holding three fingers. Scruff motions that the shoulder got up. Zybala leans back, on his knees, running his hands through his soaked hair. Welsh slaps the mat, urging him on. The fans begin to clap. A ‘Zybala!’ chant tears through the West Texas night sky. Mike shakes it off...he fires up. He gets into a corner and motions for Ed to get to his feet. Zybala stomps his foot against the mat...the entire arena is shaking with fans stomping and clapping and cheering. Houston reaches his feet...Mike rushes forward with a SUPERKICK!!! But Ed catches the leg!! Zybala throws an enziguri...but Ed catches that leg!! Houston falls back with a slingshot! Mike flies forward...but he lands on the middle buckle~

Smith: Mike is on the middle buckle!! Houston thinks he hit the corner!

Hood: Turn around, Ed! Turn around!

Smith: C’mon, Mike!!

~Houston pops back to his feet. Welsh looks up at Zybala...Mike hops onto the top buckle. Houston spins around to go after Mike...Mike leaps off with a moonsault!! He takes Ed down!!! He hooks both legs, stuffing Ed into a ball, his shoulders to the mat. Scruff slides in! The fans count along!!!~

3!!! NO!!

Smith: Oh my gosh!!!

Hood: WHEW...that was fucking close.

Smith: Don’t let it get to ya, Mike! Stay at it!

Hood: These two NEED this win. Whoever loses this match is going to be in rough shape.

Smith: And they are fighting exactly as if they know that.

~Zybala slaps the mat, frustrated. Welsh leans forward, facing the mat, shaking his head. Mike backslides into a corner, resting against the bottom buckle, staring at Ed, who is on his back. He takes a breath, trying to move beyond the disappointment while formulating what he can do to put and keep Ed down. Houston suddenly kips up. He stares at Mike...Houston’s breathing heavily, but his focus is there. Mike reaches up, grabbing the middle rope, pulling himself to his feet. He walks toward Ed and gives him a shove. Houston shoves him back...the two men get in each other’s face...arguing about their past...arguing over Meteor~

Smith: Emotions running high in this Texas heat.

Hood: It’s all boiling over, now. Exhaustion and desperation leading them to say fuck it.

Smith: Yep.

~Zybala blasts Ed with a forearm to the head. Houston retaliates with the same. They go back and forth...shot after shot...sweat flying in the air after each blow. The crowd cheers Zybala and boos Ed. Ed gains the advantage...he throws a forearm shot before delivering a second, harder shot in succession. Mike is staggered. Houston jumps up with a knee, hitting Mike in the chin. Mike is staggered. Houston spins around with a backfist! Mike drops to his knees...Houston hits the ropes...he comes off and leaps into the air for a Shining Wizard...but Mike catches him!!! Mike stands with Ed in a powerbomb position~

Smith: MIKE!!

Hood: Geezus...he’s like the counter machine.

Smith: Zybala is going to powerbomb Ed to the center of the earth!

Hood: Would that spawn a spinoff film, you think? The CORE?

Smith: I think that one’s been done.

~Zybala moves to powerbomb Ed...but Houston turns it into a hurricanrana!!! Mike stumbles forward, into a corner...but he catches himself. Houston stumbles to his feet...Mike fires out of the corner with a SUPERKICK!!!! The crowd goes wild!!! Houston’s body flies back, through the ropes and onto the apron. Zybala doubles over in the center of the ring, gasping for air...a puddle of sweat forming under his face. Welsh slaps the mat. The fans urge him on. Houston is out on the apron~

Smith: Get him back into the ring, Mike!

Hood: A very fortunate fall for Ed...ya see, champions tend to fall forward, Smith. Not backward.

Smith: Technically Ed fell backward, Hood.

Hood: Fuck off

~Zybala sucks it up and stands upright. He holds his arm high in the air...the fans go wild. “ZYBALA! ZYBALA!” He points at Ed. Mike backs against the ropes, across the ring from where Ed is laying. Houston reaches for the ropes, desperately trying to get to his feet. Mike stomps the mat with his foot. The fans begin to stomp...once again, the entire city of Odessa suffers a tremor from the synchronized stomping. Welsh is behind Zybala, slapping the apron~

Smith: It’s thunderous in here! Zybala is going to deliver one more Superkick to Ed before finishing him off!

Hood: PHRASING

~Houston reaches his feet on the apron...he leans over the top rope, exhausted. Mike stomps the mat one final time and yells “SUPERKICK!” The crowd yells it back. He lunges forward to deliver a final SUPERKICK, sending Ed into orbit...but, he stops~

Smith: What...why did he stop?

Hood: Did he forget how to perform, like, his only move?

Smith: Wait a second...YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!

~Zybala looks down, as confused as everyone...Welsh is holding on to his foot~

Smith: Welsh is keeping him from superkicking Ed!

Hood: No way...Welsh remembers!

Smith: Let him go! After everything he did for you...you’re gonna do THIS?

~Zybala is shocked. Welsh looks up and smiles, wrapping both arms around Mike’s foot. Zybala leans through the ropes, pleading with Welsh...but Marcus won’t listen. He looks up and SPITS in Mike’s face!! Zybala stumbles back...Welsh lets go. Mike turns around, trying to shake the spit out of his eyes. Houston leaps up onto the top rope and he springboards off...he hits mike with METEORA!!!! He hooks both legs! Scruff slides in~

3!!!!

~The bell rings. The crowd erupts with BOOOS~

Belvedere: Here is your winner...ED HOUSTON!!!!!

Smith: NO!

Hood: FUCK YES

Smith: Welsh just SCREWED Zybala!

Hood: Yes! Yes! HE’S BACK, BABY

~Welsh hits the ring, popping to his feet. He heads toward Houston, who is on his feet, exhausted. Scruff raises Houston’s hand. Ed looks at Welsh...he doesn’t say anything. No acknowledgment of anything...he just turns and leaves, ready to get in some A/C. Welsh doesn’t care, he’s enjoying the moment. He bends over and begins to talk trash to Zybala~

Smith: Oh come on, is this really necessary?

Hood: How long has Welsh been faking this, seriously?

Smith: I don’t know. I’d hate to believe he’s THAT big a sociopath.

Hood: Bye bye OCW Title reign, Mikey Z.

Smith: You’re enjoying this WAY too much.

~Zybala reaches up and smacks Marcus!! The crowd goes wild!! Welsh stumbles into a corner. A furious Zybala fights to his feet...he’s beaten, he’s exhausted...but he’s not about to let Welsh get away with this treachery. He stalks Welsh, who is trapped in a corner, arms extended, pleading with Mike~

Smith: Get him, Mike!

Hood: Don’t you touch him, Zybala! That man is INJURED

Smith: Oh, sure, NOW he’s injured.

~Zybala grabs Welsh by the neck. He balls up his fist, ready to attack when someone hits the ring. The fans scream at Zybala to turn around. He does...only to get BLASTED in the head with a barbed wire dildo~

Smith: What the...THAT’S TOAST

Hood: No, Zybala’s Toast. That’s a superstar in the making...with a dangerous dildo.

Smith: His name is TOAST, Hood.

Hood: Oh...well everything else I said remains true.

~Welsh smiles from the corner, walking forward, patting Toast on the back. Toast drops to one knee and he jams the barbed wire dildo into Zybala’s forehead, digging the metal into his prone flesh. The fans BOO. Someone screams, “HELP! WE NEED HELP!”~

Smith: Get some help out here!

Hood: The decimation of Mike Zybala is underway!

~The crowd POPS! Ed Houston hits the ring with a chair! Welsh taps Toast on the shoulder...he looks up and the duo decide to exit before getting bashed. Houston slings the chair at them as they exit. Toast and Welsh back up down the ‘Heel’ aisle. Houston leans forward, staring them down in case they decide to return. But, they’re done...Welsh and Toast’s point have been made. They turn around and make their way back toward the heel locker room~

Smith: Thank you, Ed!

Hood: Ugh, fuckin Ed. And you were showing so much promise!

~Houston helps Zybala to his feet. Standing, Mike wipes some blood from his face...he sees Ed and backs up, defensively. Houston puts his arms up, explaining he’s not there for that. He extends a hand, congratulating Mike on a hell of a match. Zybala looks down at the hand~

Smith: Shake it!

Hood: I’m not gonna say anything...but...but you know how I feel about this shit.

~The fans chant “SHAKE! SHAKE! SHAKE!” Mike looks up and sees a replay of Ed coming down to save him. He nods. He reaches out and extends a fist...Ed balls his hand up and they bump fists...a HUGE OVATION. Together, they exit the ring...making their way down the face aisle. A fan tosses Mike a rag, he uses it to wipe and clean up the wound on his forehead. No words are spoken between the two warriors...they just quietly, peacefully accompany each other up the aisle~

Smith: That shows the kind of person Ed Houston is and, unfortunately, the kind of person Marcus Welsh is.

Hood: And TOAST. Talk about an impact!

Smith: We’d heard he signed...and we knew he’d be here. It seems like he wants Mike Zybala.

Hood: You know Zybala is gonna want to return the favor...to both Toast and Welsh. Too bad he won’t be able to come near Marcus again.

Smith: Well, our GM is going to have a lot to say on that matter.

Hood: I’m telling you...she’s got NO say in this. You just watch.

Smith: You act as if you know something.

Hood: I’m just sayin!

Smith: Well, we might get some answers...I’m told Jones is standing by with a very excited Marcus Welsh.

~We cut to the ‘heel’ backstage area. Welsh is glowing with excitement. Toast is standing next to him...Toast’s demeanor has changed...he looks confused and bewildered by everything. Welsh pats Jones on the back~

Welsh: Now, how was THAT?

Jones: Personally, I thought it was disgusting, but whatever.

Welsh: Oh, you keep that kinda talk up. We’ll see where it gets you a week from now.

Jones: What’s that mean?

~Welsh shoves Jones out of the way, snaring the mic~

Welsh: Who’Re! You listen to me and you listen good. I’m back and I’m reclaiming control of OCW. I’d have you physically removed BUT...I do kinda admire the lengths you went to take the spot for yourself. Shows a real go-getter type attitude. SO...I’m giving you until Monday night...at Massacre to turn in your keys.

~The fans gasp...some of them boo~

Welsh: If not, well, I might just hand over some footage and testimony regarding your abuse of power in seducing a number of OCW employees. Sexual harassment is no joke, Who’Re.

~A slight but noticeable “LEO!” chant is heard~

Welsh: You want Poblano up your ass? I didn’t think so. Just turn in your keys and you can go, free as can be.

~Welsh turns, looking at the confused Toast~

Welsh: And as for this man right here...if he hadn’t already made it clear, Mike. Toast has your number...he’s coming for ya. And there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it...why? Because this is MY OCW, once again.

~The people react...Toast looks around, wondering what all the noise is~

Welsh: And, finally...a little teaser for next week. Ya see, that amnesia ordeal wasn’t a complete fabrication. Things are still a bit foggy...so, while I continue to refresh and rehash old memories, I’m going to leave the company in the hands of someone worthy of running a place like OCW.

~Everybody wonders WHO this could be?~

Welsh: And, that person, that MAN will be revealed next Monday at Massacre...he’s a name you’re all extremely familiar with. Hell, he may even be on tonight’s card. Who will it be? I’ll clue you all in one week from tonight.

~The fans murmur, trying to figure out who the new GM is going to be~

Welsh: Alright, Toast...let’s go cling some glasses together in celebration of how awesome we are.

~Welsh tosses the mic at Jones and exits with Toast~

Jones: Smith and Hood, back to you guys.

~We cut back to Smith and Hood, inside the broadcast booth~

Smith: Did you know this?

Hood: Eh, I may have had my suspicions

Smith: So that man...that egomaniac is back in charge?

Hood: I mean, kinda. Technically we’re gonna have a new GM to run things while he gets his shit right.

Smith: And can you tell me who that is?

Hood: Hey, no promises...but he will probably be the greatest GM of all time.

Smith: Well fans, things have once again taken a shocking turn tonight...Marcus Welsh turns on Zybala, costing him his match against Ed and his OCW Title reign...and now, he’s ousting Who’Re and bringing in a new GM.

Hood: Sounds like a bunch of positive changes, to me.

Smith: The night is still young. We’ve got more matches coming your way...but first, let’s head backstage where Jones is standing by with Mack O’Connor.

~We cut to the heel area. Welsh walks by Mack, bragging about his earlier betrayal. Mack eyes him...there’s no love lost between these two~

Jones: Mack, I’m sure you just witnessed what went down...any thoughts?

Mack O’Connor: The less said the better about that shit.

Jones: Okay. In a few moments you’ll be out there facing Betsy Granger for your treasured TransAtlantic Championship. Now, due to some last minute match movement, its looking as though the sun will go down during this match.

Mack O’Connor: That’s assuming Betsy can last that long.

Jones: Right. What are your thoughts on the effects the change in placement might have?

Mack O’Connor: For years this company has been screwing me over. Making shit unnecessarily difficult. And, for years I’ve fought through it, proving time after time that I’m the best they got. So, it’s nice to finally, after all these years, have some shit go my way.

Jones: And you think this gives you the advantage...having the lights come on?

Mack O’Connor: Is that a serious question?

Jones: Do you plan on taking advantage of the lack of rules?

Mack O’Connor: Again, is that a serious question?

Jones: Well, do you?

Mack O’Connor: Of course. Whatever I can get my hands on. I’m gonna give that pretty boy Raven 69 excuses to ditch this bitch and her mangled face.

Jones: You’d really do that?

Mack O’Connor: Look, they stole my belt. They’re making me jump through hoops to get it. They won’t let me retire, via threat of going back to prison. So, yea, I’ll destroy something all these people seem to treasure.

Jones: 69...that’s an interesting number.

Mack O’Connor: Wow, you’re astute. But, yea, after celebrating my victory and reclamation of the TransAtlantic Championship...I’m sure I’ll have a pretty good buzz going so Betsy and her stitched up, bruised to hell face is more than welcome to rebound at my after party.

~Mack produces a room key from his back pocket~

Mack O’Connor: I know you want it, Betsy. And you know you want it. I’ll see you after the match.

~Mack slides the key back into his pocket. Jones frowns with disgust~

Jones: Mack O’Connor with some rather…abhorrent threats. Back to you, Smith and Hood.

~We return to the broadcast booth. Smith shakes his head. Hood, arms folded, leans back and laughs~

Smith: You think that’s funny?

Hood: Fuckin Mack, baby. One of the remaining relics of the golden era of OCW. I’m going to be pulling so hard for him tonight...so glad he’s gonna get to whip that bitch around the ring UNDER THE LIGHTS.

Smith: You’re just as bad as he is!

Hood: Thank you.

Smith: Alright fans...we’re hitting the dark portion of our event.

Hood: Yep, that sun ain’t getting any brighter.

Smith: Singles titles are about to be decided...the hottest talent in OCW are set to take center stage.

Hood: Legends, future stars, current icons...it’s all about to go down.

Smith: And to kick it off...we’ve got a championship that has grown in stature over recent months. What was once a joke is now on the precipice of becoming one of the most sought after belts in this business.

Hood: Gotta give props to Mack for that!

Smith: Or, ya know the competitors who have helped build it up...Vhodka Black and Betsy Granger.

Hood: Blah blah blah

Smith: The disrespect is heinous. Makes me sick.

Hood: Then leave.

Smith: No, because I’m a professional! Anyway...you could say this feud all started back in January of this year as Betsy Granger, fresh off her victory in GCWA’s Righteous Rumble, challenged Mack O’Connor for the GCWA Title...only to come up short.

Hood: Boo fucking hoo. She’s been crying about it ever since.

Smith: No she hasn’t! But, the loss did sting...a bit of venom that has remained inside her ever since. A poison she looks to inoculate here tonight with a rematch against Mack, seeking to prevent him from claiming the only title he’s ever loved.

Hood: Hell hath no fury like a woman scored...and the only thing with a better memory than an elephant is a woman who feels she’s been fucked over.

Smith: Mack O’Connor continues to dominate this profession...and he’s back home, in his most comfortable environment. Meanwhile, Betsy has grown and learned and matured since their first encounter...and she feels ready to avenge her most painful loss.

Hood: I’ll have to see it to believe it.

Smith: It’s Mack O’Connor vs. Betsy Granger, part 2. And, it’s next!

~We cut to the ring. Our view pulls out to show a wide shot...the lights remain off. The sun is still shining, but it’s started its descent...retreating into the western horizon. Danger is coming. Violence is on the precipice. The fans seem excited...although, there is a growing concern over Betsy and what she might be walking into. Belvedere clears his throat~

Belvedere: Ladies and gentlemen the following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the OCW TransAtlantic Championship!!!

~The fans go wild! A ‘Betsy!’ chant emerges~

Belvedere: Introducing first, the challenger…

~"Vagabond” by the Greenskeepers hits! The fans start to boo. Mack emerges from the heel tunnel. He’s got a bottle of Jameson in his hand. He marches right through the endzone, which displays his name. He heads down the aisle, taking swig after swig, ignoring the fans. His Hall of Fame swagger is on full display~

Belvedere: From Brooklyn, New York...standing 6’3 and weighing in at 230lbs...he is a former OCW Champion...he is in the OCW Hall of Fame...he is...Mack O’Connor!!!

~Mack reaches the end of the walk. He stops and shakes his head...he looks over his shoulder as if to say, “Why the fuck is the walk THAT long.” But, he marches up the steps, bottle in hand. He enters the ring and leans into his corner. His music comes to an end. “BETSY” chants fill the West Texas air~

Smith: These fans are ready for the Impossible Traveler! They are ready for the TransAtlantic Champion! They are ready for Betsy Granger!

Hood: Geezus, will you stop? You’re putting this woman over more than Alice Knight.

Smith: Hey! Nobody will ever be as near and dear to my heart as Alice. But I do like Betsy.

Hood: You are such a douche bag.

~"Blinding Lights" by Fame on Fire begins to play! The fans erupt! Betsy Granger emerges, TransAtlantic Title wrapped around her waist. She stands the endzone with her name emerging on the screen beneath her feet. She holds out her arms...the fans go wild! Arms out, Betsy begins twirling around wildly, blonde ponytail whipping about with her, as she slaps hands with fans on both sides of the face aisle~

Belvedere: From Toronto, Canada...standing 5’9 and weighing in at 135lbs...she is the reigning and defending TransAtlantic Champion...she is...Betsy Granger!!!

~Betsy hits the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope. As the chorus chimes on, Betsy bounces up and hops up onto every ring corner, pumping her fist and bobbing her head in time with the song, getting the fans amped up for the upcoming bout. When she heads for Mack’s corner, he scowls and moves...surprising to most. When Betsy finishes playing up the fans, she starts bouncing in place, preparing mentally for the bout~

Smith: Look at her! She’s eager and she’s ready!

Hood: She’s been eager and ready to take Mack for awhile.

Smith: I know it’s...HEY

~Betsy removes the TransAtlantic Championship. WHAT A BEAUTIFUL BELT. She hands it to Scruff...he holds it up to a strong ovation. Mack leans back into his corner, sipping on his Jameson, eyeing the belt, angrily. Scruff hands the title to Belvedere...he exits. Scruff calls for the bell, it rings. The crowd rises to their feet~

Smith: And here we go! A match nearly a full year in the making!

Hood: C’mon, Mack...take her out!

~Betsy motions for Mack to come after her...to get out of his corner...TO STOP DRINKING. Mack takes one final swig of Jameson and places the bottle in his corner, on the apron. He heads toward Betsy...the crowd chants “BETSY!” Mack raises his arms like he’s gonna lock up...Betsy obliges, bringing her arms up...Mack suddenly spits a mouth full of whiskey into Betsy’s face!! The fans BOOO!!! Betsy stumbles into her corner, blinded...irritated. Scruff grabs Mack like, ‘What the hell?’ Mack pushes Scruff away and marches toward Betsy~

Smith: Hey! That’s cheating! The sun is still out!

Hood: Haha...you’re the man, Mack!

~Mack straightens Betsy up, shoving her into the corner. He grabs her by the chin, saying some not-so-nice-things. He then begins to smack her around. MORE BOOS from the crowd. He snares Betsy and tosses her out of the corner, to the center of the ring. She tumbles, hard. Mack storms ahead and steps on Betsy’s ponytail, keeping her down. A ‘FUCK YOU MACK’ chant sounds out. These fans aren’t liking what they are seeing~

Smith: What a bully!

Hood: Dude, it’s a FIGHT. He’s going to do what he must to win that TransAtlantic Championship back. And, hey, he could have punched her.

Smith: Ugh

~Granger can’t move...it’s too painful. Mack bends over, grabbing Betsy by the head...hands around both sides...he yanks her off the mat, picking his foot off her head...he then applies a full nelson. Mack begins to ragdoll Betsy, shaking her around...her arms pulled far back...shoulder blades nearly touching. The fans boo EVEN LOUDER with the visual of Betsy’s blonde hair shaking around at the mercy of Mack’s superior strength~

Smith: I don’t know how much more of this I can watch.

Hood: So you’re basically admitting she has no chance?

Smith: NO. I’m just saying...he cheated...and now she’s just...ugh, I can’t even talk.

~O’Connor finishes ragdolling Betsy...he hoists her up and SLAMS her into the mat with a Full Nelson Slam. He then places his foot on her chest and motions for Belvedere to bring him his TransAtlantic Title. Scruff drops down for the count~

NO!

Smith: Whew...now...get a breather, Betsy. Recover!

Hood: Might be time to used that closed fist, Mack.

Smith: You’re a demon!

~Mack looks into the sky...he sighs. The sun is still descending. Soon, though. SOON. As he’s staring into the sky, Betsy grabs his leg! The crowd cheers! She takes Mack down and applies a Kneebar!! The crowd goes wild!! Mack, face down, looks up and reaches for the ropes. He clinches both fist and yells, “FUCK!” He runs his hands over his moistening bald head. His teeth are gritted...his jaw tightened. Betsy has the hold on good~

Smith: A kneebar! Yes! He took his eye off Betsy for a moment and now he’s paying for it!

Hood: I swear...if he taps to a fuckin knee bar before that sun goes down I’m gonna...I’m just gonna end it all.

Smith: HOOD...you shouldn’t say stuff like that.

Hood: I didn’t mean MY life. I’m too big a narcissist to do that. I was talking about my love and respect for Mack.

~O’Connor fights through the pain...using his superior size, he manages to crawl his way to the ropes, grasping at the bottom. Scruff comes in, forcing a break. Betsy looks up, a bit angry that he’s being so strict on THIS rule while her face is stained with whiskey and spit. But, she lets go. She’s not going to let frustration ruin her shot at redemption. Granger pops back to her feet...she fixes her ponytail...she then stomps into the back of Mack’s leg, while he remains down, holding the ropes. Mack grimaces. Betsy stomps again and again...the fans cheer with each stomp. She grabs his bad leg and drags him into the center of the ring...Mack flips over and he kicks Betsy away! She stumbles into a corner. O’Connor hurries to his feet...but his left knee is bothering him...he stumbles a bit. Granger first off...sprinting at Mack...she jumps into the air, kicking Mack in the face!! He falls back, into a corner, the back of his head slamming into the middle buckle, HARD. He drops on his ass, leaning against the bottom buckle looking a bit dazed~

Smith: Alright! Way to go, Betsy!

Hood: Shit’s fuckin rigged, man.

Smith: HOW?

Hood: I don’t know...IT JUST IS

~Granger returns to her feet...she heads toward Mack and jams her foot in his throat. Scruff counts...he gets to five and orders a break. Betsy obliges...she yanks Mack from the corner...he crawls forward. Betsy drops to her knees and snares Mack’s head, securing a front face lock. She’s got it in tight. Our view shifts to a wide, almost aerial view, showing Betsy suffocating Mack...the fans watching...and the sky, getting darker by the second. Scruff drops to one knee...he asks Mack if he wants to give it up. O’Connor can’t really talk, so he shakes his head ‘no’. It’s still hot as fuck out here...so Mack is beginning to feel the quickened effects of this hold~

Smith: That sun is getting dangerously close to the horizon.

Hood: C’mon, set sun set!

Smith: It can hang in the sky JUST a little bit longer...now that Betsy is in control.

Hood: You are the most biased announcer I’ve ever worked with.

~Having trouble breathing, Mack realizes he’s got to get out of this...so he powers to his feet and lifts Betsy up! She looks down, realizing she’s in a bad spot...Mack tosses her over his head! But, Betsy flips over and lands on her feet...she hits the ropes. Mack turns around...Betsy leaps at him with a crossbody! But Mack catches her...his left knee buckles...his grip weakens, Betsy gets free, she grabs Mack’s arm and takes him down with an armbar!!! The fans go wild!! Again, Mack looks beyond pissed...he reaches out for the bottom rope, but it’s just out of his reach~

Smith: She’s all over him!

Hood: Yes, we know. She’s been desiring him for months.

Smith: Again, that’s not what I meant!

~Again, Mack uses his size to drag Betsy with him as he snares the bottom rope with his foot. Scruff orders a break...Betsy release the armbar. Mack slides out of the ring and hits the grass. He bends over, holding his left arm...he also checks on his left knee. The left side of his body has been compromised. Betsy looks on, from the ropes. Mack takes a few steps away from the ring and goes for a walk. The fans begin to boo~

Smith: He’s clearly stalling!

Hood: Dude, he’s got ten seconds. Let the man catch his breath. He’s not getting any younger.

Smith: Start the count, Scruff!

~Scruff yells “ONE!” Mack reaches his corner and snares the Jameson bottle. Scruff yells “TWO!” Mack takes a swig. Scruff yells “THREE!” Mack takes another swig. Scruff yells “FOUR!” Betsy paces around the ring, antsy. She shakes her head...she hears some more boos and she nods along, agreeing with the frustrated fans. Scruff yells “FIVE!” Mack takes another swig. Scruff yells “SIX!” Betsy throws her arms up as if to say, “C’MON! HURRY!” Scruff yells “SEVEN!” Mack takes ONE MORE SWIG. Scruff yells “EIGHT!” Mack looks up at the sky...he says a very quiet, semi-furtive, “fuck” before placing his bottle down and heading up the steps. Scruff yells, “NINE!” Mack enters into the ring, breaking the count. The crowd yells, ‘FINALLY!’ Granger rushes after him, trying to catch him in the ropes...but Mack throws an elbow, drilling Betsy in the stomach, knocking her back~

Smith: Please...we cannot let this man continue to derail this match, waiting for the sun to set.

Hood: Dude, it’s the rules. If you don’t like them, then you shouldn’t be here.

Smith: Yea, but it’s cheapening the sport!

Hood: Bifford, Alice...half our fuckin Hall of Fame has ‘cheapened’ the ‘sport’

Smith: Don’t you DARE say anything bad about Alice!

~Mack moves with authority, grabbing Betsy by the hair and flinging her backwards, to the mat. She hits hard. He drops to his knees, reaching out to choke Granger...but Betsy manages to swing her legs over and lock in a Triangle Choke!!! The crowd goes wild! Again, Mack reaches out, desperately...he’s trying to get the ropes...but, once again, they are just out of reach. He remains on his knees, breathing heavily...as evidenced by his stomach sucking in and out rapidly. Betsy holds on to the back of Mack’s head, smothering him. Scruff asks Mack if he wants to give it up...we see the sun beating down on his back...sweat forming and rolling down each side...even Betsy is looking sweaty, her blonde hair darkening around her forehead~

Smith: She’s got another submission on Mack! She’s amazing!

Hood: Yea and each time she’s getting her crotch closer to Mack’s face.

Smith: Would you pick your mind up out of that gutter?

Hood: Hey, tell me I’m wrong!

Smith: She’s got Raven. She doesn’t need someone like Mack O’Connor

Hood: They all want the bad boy

~Mack tries to stand and lift her up...but he’s too zapped. He drops back to his knees. The crowd pops, thinking he might be out. But...he slowly side steps on his knees to the ropes, snaring the middle one...that weight advantage coming in handy once again. Betsy is forced to let him go. He leans over the middle rope, wheezing for air. Betsy pops to her feet...she takes off, hitting the ropes opposite of Mack. Mack hears her coming so he drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring. Granger pulls up, right at the ropes and looks down at Mack. She yells, “Get your ass back in here!” Mack throws his arms at her and takes a walk, staring up at the sun, which is getting oh-so close to disappearing. He stares at the lights, they remain off. We’ve reached that point in the day where the view is darkening and some illumination will be required shortly~

Smith: Not again! It’s almost dark out...he’s stalling!

Hood: Can you blame him? Every time he goes in there she tries to fuck him. Dude’s exhausted.

Smith: I refuse to acknowledge any comment you make concerning her faux feelings for Mack.

Hood: Find, just ignore the truth!

~Scruff yells out, “ONE!” Betsy paces around, beyond annoyed over Mack’s belligerence. What did she expect, really? Scruff yells, “TWO!” The fans feel the sun going down. They grow anxious. They scream, “GET BACK IN! GET BACK IN!” But Mack is fine just ignoring them...not like he’s ever cared about the fans to begin with. Scruff yells, “THREE!” Betsy stands in the center of the ring, hands on her hips, shaking her head in frustration. Scruff yells, “FOUR!” The fans begin to BOOO. Mack reaches his corner, he snares his bottle of Jameson and takes a sip. Scruff yells, “FIVE!” Mack puts his bottle down. Scruff yells, “SIX!” Mack holds up six fingers, mocking all the angry people. Betsy appears as though she’s had enough~

Smith: C’mon!

Hood: So we’re just supposed to hate a guy for using his brain?

Smith: This is CLEARLY violating the rules...just via a loophole.

Hood: Which makes it SMART

~Scruff yells “SEVEN!” Mack puts his bottle down and turns his back to the ring, showing SEVEN fingers to the audience. They get really animated...flipping him off, hurling insults. Mack just laughs. Granger moves Scruff out of the way...she runs forward, she leaps onto the middle rope and she dives down, wrapping her legs around the back of Mack’s head and slinging him, back first, into the barricade via a reverse Hurricanrana!!! The fans go wild!!! Mack hits HARD! The back of his head smashing into the metal bars...he immediately reaches back, holding his head in pain. “YES! YES!” the fans chant. Granger pops back to her feet...Scruff waves his hands, breaking the count and starting over~

Smith: There she goes! Take matters into your own hands!

Hood: She fuckin cheated, man! She threw him into metal!

Smith: He just kinda fell into it, Hood. Totally legal.

Hood: BULLSHIT

~Scruff yells out, “ONE!” Betsy, back on her feet heads for Mack’s softspot. She grabs his bottle of Jameson. Mack looks up and is like, “Oh hell no.” He struggles, getting to his feet. Scruff yells out, “TWO!” Betsy throws the bottle at him. Mack catches it...she runs forward and takes him down with a drop toe hold!! Mack lands, eating a face full of grass...but he maintains his grip on the bottle. Betsy locks her legs around his arm and snags his face...she’s got him in THE YES! LOCK!! The crowd responds, as they are wont to do, with “YES!” chants!! Mack bitches and curses. Scruff yells out, “THREE!”~

Smith: Another submission...she’s ripping him limb from limb!

Hood: She went after the man’s liquor. Low blow.

Smith: She’s winning the mind games, Hood. I’m sorry to say.

Hood: C’mon, sun! Set your blazing, infernal ass!

~Scruff yells out, “FOUR!” Mack yells out...Betsy is really applying the pressure. Scruff yells, “FIVE!” O’Connor tries bringing the Jameson bottle to his lips for a sip while being tortured...but he can’t. So, he yells, “FUCK!” Scruff yells out, “SIX!” Betsy leans back as far as she can, she looks up and she sees the darkening skies. Scruff yells out, “SEVEN!” The crowd yells, “ALL GOOD GIRLS GO TO HEAVEN” we’re not sure why, perhaps the liquor. Our scene is quite dark...it’s hard to really make out what’s going on...the sun has basically set at this point...strange how fast that can happen. Scruff yells, “EIGHT!”~

Smith: I’m having trouble making out the action, you?

Hood: Don’t know, don’t care. So long as Mack keeps getting SCREWED

~Scruff looks around like, “I guess we’re just gonna get counted out.” He yells out, “NINE!” At the count of nine, Betsy releases the hold. She hops to her feed and heads to the apron...and then...THE LIGHTS COME ON! Betsy pauses. The fans go wild. Scruff backs away, ending his count~

Smith: The lights are on!

Hood: Ohh shit! Here we go!

Smith: Get back on him, Besty!

~As if feeding off the change in atmosphere. Mack slowly rises behind Granger. Sensing him...she spins around with a fist...but he blocks it. Whiskey bottle in hand, Mack brings it toward Betsy’s head...but she blocks that and knees him in the gut! Mack staggers back! The pain from all the submission holds rush back into his body. He drops to one knee. Granger heads for his right arm, the one holding the Jameson bottle. She grabs onto it, looking to lock in a Fujiwara Armbar. Mack throws a forearm into the back of her knee...Betsy stumbles forward. Mack struggles to his feet...he falls back to one knee. Betsy turns around, heading back for him...Mack leans in and headbutts Betsy in her abdomen...she doubles over, staggering back. Mack fights off the pain and gets to his feet. He reaches for Betsy’s hair with his left hand...she blocks the left hand, leaving her left side open...Mack swings the Jameson bottle right across the head of Betsy!! SMASH! Glass and whiskey fly everywhere! Fans at ringside recoil. The crowd lets out a “OH SHIT!” Betsy falls to the grass, holding the left side of her head. Mack looks down at his hand, it’s cut and bleeding...he shakes it off~

Smith: Ugh...that vile, evil man.

Hood: Hey, it’s all legal!

Smith: He shouldn’t have been allowed to bring that bottle down here.

Hood: Mack brings a bottle of Jameson with him everywhere. It’s basically like his driver’s license these days.

~With a handful of blonde hair, Mack yanks Betsy up and shoves her up against the apron. She looks up at Mack, still reeling from the shot. We see some blood in the top, left corner of her head...her hair masking most of the damage. She spits at Mack...but he slaps the shit out of her...she spins around, he grabs her from behind and tosses her, head first into the steel steps. The fans cringe. Betsy’s body collapses into the grass. Mack walks forward and stomps on Betsy’s shoulder...she rolls onto her back, holding her shoulder in pain~

Smith: And now Mack is in control...and I hate it.

Hood: Welcome to OCW, Betsy. It was nice having ya.

Smith: RUDE

~O’Connor yanks Betsy off the grass and he whips her into the guardrail. She hits HARD. Her arms draped over the top of the guardrail, she leans back, wincing in pain. That blood spot in the upper left corner of her head growing...portions of her blonde hair turning strawberry. Fans reach over, patting Betsy, trying to encourage her. Mack marches forward, fist closed and ready for action. Betsy throws a kick, right into Mack’s abdomen. He doubles over. She pulls herself up and lunges ahead, trying to lock Mack in a front face lock...but Mack charges forward, slamming Betsy’s back into the guardrail once again. She loses her grip. Mack stands up, scowling...he grabs Granger and throws her at the steps...she lands into them and flips over, landing hard on the grass on the other side. Fans grab and try to hold Mack back, but he fights away, continuing his assault~

Smith: I’m not sure how much more of this I can watch.

Hood: Oh, but you were JUST FINE when Betsy was trying to break and disassemble every joint and bone and muscle in Mack’s body.

Smith: That’s WRESTLING. This is...I don’t even know what this is!

Hood: Classic OCW, baby

~Mack rounds the steps. Betsy is reaching for the ring apron, trying to pull herself up. He throws a stomp into her lower back, sending her back to the ground. Mack crouches...he drops to a knee, he winces...his body continues to ache all over. He looks under the ring for something...he spots an item and reaches in, he removes a chair! The fans pop...because chairs are Pavlovian at this stage in the game. O’Connor stands and rears back with the chair, ready to blast Betsy with it...she spots the chair’s metal shimmering under the lights...she spins around and grabs Mack’s foot! He pulls, taking his base away...he falls down to one knee, dropping the chair. Betsy tries to cinch in an ankle lot! The fans go wild~

Smith: Yes! Lock that in, let’s go!

Hood: What the fuck is this shit? I swear, every time she pulls some shit out of her...beautiful ass...it’s got to be time travel. GOT TO BE

Smith: Nope, she’s just THAT good, Hood.

~Before Betsy can really lock it in, Mack spins around and kicks her off, straight into the guardrail. Again, Betsy hits back first...she stumbles forward, dropping to her knees, reaching for her back. Mack struggles to his feet...he grabs the chair...he stands over Granger and he slams the chair across her back!! She flips onto her back, writhing in pain. Mack tosses the chair away and drops to one knee...he wraps his hands around her throat and begins choking the Impossible Traveler. The fans clap their hands, they chant “BETSY! BETSY!” trying to fire her up to mount a comeback, but it doesn’t look good~

Smith: And now he’s choking her. Disgusting.

Hood: Hey, maybe he’s giving her exactly what she wants.

Smith: You stop that kinda talk, sir!

~Granger’s defense slows. Mack removes his hands and remains on his knees...he bends over a bit, wincing under the lights...his back, arms, legs...pretty much everything stiffening and hurting from the earlier damage. He pushes himself to his feet, but it’s a struggle. He grabs Betsy by her hair...the left side of which is matted and soaked in blood. He slings her at the apron...she hits hard, front first. Mack marches ahead and drills her in the back of the head with a double axe handle. He then grabs her by the waist of her pants and tosses her in under the bottom rope. He rolls in behind her, struggling to his feet inside~

Smith: Mack is moving quite gingerly.

Hood: Yea, he got that initial burst when those lights came on but shit seems to be stiffening up...and not in that, he’s excited kinda way.

Smith: The muscles. The joints. They’re all paying the price for all of Betsy’s holds earlier on...perhaps, that might be her saving grace.

Hood: I doubt it. At this stage, he hits a move or two and he can just fall on top of her and win the match.

~Granger, face down on the mat, tries to push herself up...but Mack brings a hammer fist down, into her back, flattening her out once more. He stands up, catching his breath, working his aching back over. Betsy, again, tries to get up...Mack shakes his head and, again, he hits her with a hammer fist, keeping her down. But, she tries getting up once more...Mack is like “Can you believe this woman?” He lifts his foot and stomps on Betsy’s back...but not once, not twice...several times, until it’s sure Betsy ain’t getting up. He then kicks her over and makes the cover~

KICK OUT!

Smith: Whew.

Hood: Man if she would have lost to a couple of hammer fists and a stomps that would have been GLORIOUS

Smith: Only for evil people such as yourself.

Hood: Hey, just call me the Admiral!

Smith: Ugh

~Mack rises up to his knees, shaking his head, glaring at Scruff. Scruff knows that glare...all too well. He backs up, holding two fingers. Having taken his eyes off Betsy, she reaches up and begins to punch, scratch, and claw at Mack’s face...anything she can do to knock him off his elevated position. Mack fights her off, pulling her arms back and reaching forward, snaring the left side of her hair that is covering and protecting her wound. He grabs tight and pushes forward...the look on Granger’s face is indicative of the pain~

Smith: Betsy’s giving it all she’s got...but Mack’s too strong, it appears. And I hate to say that.

Hood: Yea man this place ain’t some fancy ‘woohoo look at me’ place. This is OCW. It’s violent...only the strong survive.

Smith: And Mack has proven, over the years, to be one of the strongest.

~Granger suddenly lifts her legs, wrapping them around Mack’s right arm (the one gripping her hair). She’s trying to get another armbar...or maybe slip into a Triangle Choke. Back is like “OH SHIT”...he holds onto Betsy’s hair, lifts up, and begins to repeatedly slam the back of her head into the mat...after several beats, she ceases her submission attempt. She’s down...nearly limp...a faraway look in her eyes. Mack rises and leans against the ropes, staring down at Betsy, amazed at her inability to quit and her ability to strike from anywhere~

Smith: She’s tough, Hood. She can attack from anywhere at anytime.

Hood: Yea, yea, whatever...just beat her ass, Mack!

Smith: He is wasting some time. I think he figured she’d have given in by now.

Hood: That’s fine...but stomp on her face...or punch her in the nose...something! You’re almost there, bro!

~Mack steps forward and throws a kick into the side of Betsy’s head. She rolls over, onto her front. He snares her by the hair, lifting Betsy onto her feet. He spins her around and hooks her for Claymore. He, like everyone else, realizes this isn’t the type of food you play with...he needs to end it. Betsy, however, lifts a desperate knee right into his groin!!! Mack lets go and staggers back. Granger collapses to the mat...on her hands and knees, some blood leaking from her wound to the mat~

Smith: Yes! C’mon, Betsy...you’re almost there!

Hood: Oh so we’re just gonna cheer attempted castration? I guess you want the O’Connor line to end with Mack.

Smith: I’d be fine with that.

Hood: And THIS is why we are where we are as a society!

~Mack shakes off the shot to the groin. He scowls and spits, heading for Betsy with more rage than before. Betsy pops into a track stance and she fires forward, lunging head first into Mack’s stomach! The crown of her head BUSTS him in the gut!!! Mack staggers back, doubling over...wincing in pain. Betsy drops to one knee. The fans are on their feet, cheering her on~

Smith: Yes! C’mon!

Hood: Kick her in the vag, Mack! Turnabout is fairplay!

Smith: He better not!

~Mack coughs, he holds his stomach and moves forward, reaching out to grab Betsy by the hair...but she grabs his arm and yanks down on it!! He screams, “FUCK!” grasping for his shoulder that was so badly injured during the prolonged YES! Lock. Granger struggles to her feet, staggering around, holding her head. Mack takes his good arm and slings a haymaker at her...she ducks and jumps on Mack’s back, digging her knees into his back...his body seizes up, eliminating his movement. She grabs his arms and pulls him back in a Full Nelson~

Smith: Oh yea! C’mon!

Hood: You okay, friend? Do you need a tissue for your building issue?

Smith: Hey, I’m just a fan, okay?

Hood: Somebody show this footage to James Raven.

~With her Sugar Hold fully cinched in, Mack’s body begins to crumble. Betsy, however, quickly brings her legs down~

Smith: Ich Muss Dich Brechen!! This is how she pinned Vhodka Black!

Hood: Who the fuck is Vhodka Black?

Smith: Vhodka Marie...she got married!

Hood: Ugh, what.ever.

~Granger has Mack in a simple Full Nelson...she rears back, looking to hit Ich Muss Dich Brechen!!! But Mack breaks free, and he hits HOLLOW POINT!~

Smith: NO!

Hood: YES!

~Betsy stumbles back, into the ropes. Mack turns around and he grabs her on the rebound~

Smith: No, not Claymore!

Hood: END IT

~Mack hooks her for Claymore...but Betsy yanks on that injured arm once more. Mack loses his grip...she spins him around, locks in that Full Nelson, lifts him up and drops him on his face with Ich Muss Dich Brechen!!!!! The crowd goes wild!!! She flips him over and dives atop the Hall of Famer for the pin. Scruff slides in...the fans count along~

3!!!!!!

~The bell rings. The fans leap to their feet with a HUGE OVATION~

Belvedere: Here is your winner...AND STILL OCW TRANSATLANTIC CHAMPION...BETSY GRANGER!!!!!

Smith: She did it! She freakin did it!

Hood: Well, this night just got real fuckin shitty.

Smith: She avenged her loss from January! No more salt...only sugar! Sweet, sweet, victory!

~We hear Hood sling his headset to the ground out of frustration. Betsy rolls away from Mack and to the ropes. She pulls herself up. Scruff approaches and hands her the TransAtlantic Title. Betsy grabs it and hugs it before hoisting it into the air...the lights shine bright on the eclectic belt as the fans in Odessa join in unison chanting “BETSY! BETSY! BETSY!”~

Smith: HUGE win for Betsy Granger. This has got to put her in the thick of OCW Title talk.

Hood: Yea, I mean we know if Vaughn and Thad win they are ahead of her...but if they were to both lose...could Betsy get the OCW Title shot?

Smith: She just knocked off one of the greatest competitors in OCW history. I’d like to think the idea would at least be entertained.

Hood: Oh, I put my headset back on, fyi.

~Granger struggles through the ropes. She stumbles around the grass...the match really took its toll. She heads down the face aisle clutching her title. Halfway down she stops and looks up...standing in front of her is James Raven. The two embrace to a HUGE OVATION~

Smith: Oh man, what a scene! What a moment! You don’t get many like this in pro wrestling.

Hood: Disgusting...maybe he’ll drop her with a DDT or something...save us from this crap.

~After the embrace, Raven and Betsy walk together up the ramp to a standing ovation from the crowd of Odessa...thrilled for the night they’ve had. They exit down the face tunnel to enjoy the rest of their evening. We cut back to the ring. Mack is seated in a corner...he rotates his injured shoulder. He spits at the mat. He’s tired...he also looks a little somber~

Smith: And, according to the man himself...this is it.

Hood: Fuck.

~The fans get quiet, watching the legend run things through. He finally pulls himself up...swallowing what may or may not be a bit of emotion. He stands in the center of the ring. The fans begin to chant “MACK! MACK! MACK!” The icon places his hands on his hips and he looks around at the fans. He lowers his head, taking a sigh~

Smith: The battle is over and it’s time to reflect...a heck of a career. Mack O’Connor is arguably the best in OCW history.

Hood: The dude carried us through some of our darkest days. A true mainstay. A true warrior. Fuck, I’m gonna miss this asshole.

~With a deep breath, Mack raises his head and throws a middle finger up, flicking the fans off. They go wild! Mack cracks a half smile and shakes his head. He exits the ring. As soon as he hits the grass, Belvedere approaches. He extends a bottle of Jameson 18 saying, “It’s been an honor, sir.” Mack nods, taking the bottle. He rips the cap open and throws a hearty gulp back. He nods, slapping Belvedere on the shoulder. He then turns and heads down the heel ramp one last time. The fans remain on their feet clapping and cheering for the retired legend. Our view pulls back, lingering on the overhead shot of Mack heading down that ramp one final time with his bottle of Jameson to thousands of fans paying him their respects. We slowly fade out~

~We are brought out to the parking lot area of the Ratliff Stadium, the area where the wrestlers park to be exact. The steel back doors of the stadium burst open as an infuriated TIO comes charging out. Dressed in his casual gear, bag over his shoulder, it's clear that TIO's earlier loss to James Raven and subsequent termination are still fresh on his mind. Without hesitation, TIO reaches into his pocket and grabs a pack of cigarettes. Taking one out, he slides the pack back into his pocket and gets his lighter, setting aflame the aforementioned cigarette. He inhales deeply before exhaling the smoke from his nose and begins to head for his black Hummer. However, before he's able to reach the vehicle, a voice sounds out~

"Hey my man, do you know where I can score some of that soft?"

~With an annoyed look on his face, TIO takes another drag from the cigarette. He then turns around while answering~

TIO: What the fuck are you even talking about?

~Finally noticing who it is, TIO rolls his eyes as he stares over at Byson Kaliban~

Byson Kaliban: C'mon man.. You know what I'm talking about. That nose candy, that booger sugar, that treat ya right all night!

~More than annoyed now, TIO scoffs~

TIO: Fuck off..

~Dismissing Byson, TIO goes to turn back in the direction of his Hummer but only gets into a half twist before a boot comes crashing violently right under his chin. The force sends TIO stumbling recklessly onto the pavement as Byson's father, Krayzie is shown as the owner of said boot~

Byson Kaliban: Fuck! That looked like it hurt man..

~He says, pretending to be concerned. An enraged Krayzie, grabs TIO by the back of his neck and brings him back upright. TIO's bag slides off of his shoulder crashing to the ground as Krayzie directs TIO bodily into another parked vehicle. The Incredible One flips over the hood and crashes hard on the concrete on the other side~

Krayzie: Yo ass thought you were making a statement, huh? Bring that ass here!

~Krayzie walks around towards the other side of the vehicle where TIO landed. He brings TIO back up only to slam him face first into the hood of the car. The Incredible One crashes back to the ground, grabbing at his nose. Krayzie has a look in his eyes and they scream payback. He looks over at the '04 Ford Taurus that he's been using as instrument of violence, Krayzie goes over and rips the antenna off and returns back to TIO~

Krayzie: Haven't anyone ever taught you to mind you're own fucking business?

~Krayzie swings the antenna, cracking the Incredible One right in the center of his forehead, a welp instantly appears~

Krayzie: I told you, I wasn't gonna let that shit slide but did you listen?

~Krayzie smacks him again in the same spot, this time splitting it open as blood begins to trinkle down TIO's face~

Krayzie: Nawwww, you didn't!

~Krayzie whips him again, this time connecting with TIO's neck~

Byson Kaliban: Hey, Pop.. You don't think he gets the point by now?

~Looking to strike again, Krayzie pauses and looks over at Byson with a death glare. Byson holds his hands up, feigning resistance~

Byson Kaliban: I'm just gonna be over here, shutting the fuck up.. You do you, just let me know when you need me.. Cool? Cool.

~Krayzie turns back to a reeling TIO, who tries to crawl away. Without a word, Krayzie goes and grabs him by the collar of his shirt. Once Krayzie has him vertical, he lifts TIO onto his shoulders. Krayzie walks towards the front of the vehicle, getting himself into position before swinging TIO off. Dropping to the ground in a seated manner, Krayzie holds onto TIO's head, connecting with a stunner. However, the Incredible One's body crashes hard into the hood of the Taurus, sending a painful whiplash throughout his spine. TIO slumps down to the ground as Krayzie gets back to his feet. Byson comes walking over~

Byson Kaliban: D'ya think he'll take you more seriously next time?

~Krayzie looks down at an incapacitated TIO, then shakes his head in denial~

Krayzie: Nope, he's probably gonna snort a line and forget that this ever happened.

~Byson looks down at his Rolex watch~

Byson Kaliban: Hey Pop, we gotta get back in if we're gonna catch BRIM's match.

~Krayzie nods and they both head back for the door as we fade back into the arena~

Smith: Krayze and Byson with some sweet revenge on TIO!

Hood: This has to be the worst night of TIO’s life.

Smith: It hasn’t been great. But, fans, if you’ll remember...back in July, TIO cost Byson and Krayzie the OCW Tag Team Titles when he interfered during their epic match against Them No Good Bastards at Across Enemy Lines.

Hood: Yep, it was his way of trying to force his way into OCW. Wound up costing us our tag titles and he STILL got fired.

Smith: While he may be gone...his actions still resonate, even tonight.

Hood: You think Byson and Krayzie are gonna get a shot to reclaim those belts?

Smith: I’d certainly hope so. They got screwed back in July. They deserve a shot at redemption.

Hood: Hey, maybe Duce will jump in this time...now that he’s alive.

Smith: Certainly a possibility. Speaking of the OCW Tag Titles...they make their long awaited return home tonight as Them No Good Bastards prepare to defend them for the first time since winning them at Across Enemy Lines.

Hood: It won’t be easy...I mean, I like the bastards...but Dolly Waters and Hector Malvado won an entire tournament to earn this shot.

Smith: Indeed. Those two survived challenges from some of the biggest names in this industry to capture the MIX trophies. Tonight, they receive an OCW Tag Team Title shot as their reward...can they knock off, arguably, the greatest tag team in professional wrestling?

Hood: I honestly have no idea, man. This one could go either way.

Smith: It’s probably the most anticipated tag team match in OCW history. It’s Them No Good Bastards. It’s Dolly Waters and Hector Malvado. It’s for the OCW Tag Team Titles. And, It’s NEXT!

~We cut back to ringside as "Si Señor" by Control Machete blasts throughout Ratliff Stadium! The fans stand and give a strong ovation for one half of the Malvado brothers...Hector emerges, excited and ready to go. He tries firing up the crowd...but he hears some accidental ‘Victor’ chants and gets angry, throwing mean sign language at some of the fans. This creates a few boos~

Belvedere: From any latino country in the world not named Mexico...standing six feet tall and weighing in at 200lbs...Hector Malvado!!!

~Hector waits on the stage as his music fades out and is replaced by that of his partners.~

~Dolly Waters emerges! Hector is still on the ramp...he turns, happy to see his tag partner. Dolly stands next to Hector and looks out at the crowd...a loud “DOLLY AGUAS!” chant fires up. She nods, clapping her hands to it. Hector looks around like, “They can’t get my name right but they got that down...okay.” Dolly slaps him on the back and the two make their way down the ramp, ready for combat~

Belvedere: From Frankfurt, Kentucky...standing 5’5 and weighing in at 120lbs...Dolly Waters!!!

Smith: I don’t think ANYONE put their money on this team to win the Margarita Mix when it started.

Hood: But here they are, tournament won and a chance to defeat Them No Good Bastards to claim the OCW tag team championships!

Smith: It would be great to get those belts away from Theo Pryce’s boys and back within the OCW roster.

Hood: Dolly Waters is XWF too though, and I think Hector Maldavo counts as an outsider.

~The unlikely but successful duo make their way down to the ring, rolling under the ropes and taking their corner confidently while awaiting the entrance of the champs!~

~The entirely epic XTron video of TNGB takes over the stadium as the lights dim, plunging the Texas crowd into darkness. A spotlight highlights the ramp, and Thunder Knuckles walks out, hyped and ready to fight, pointing out into the crowd. Behind him, Bobby Bourbon deliberately walks out and stops, also pointing out into the crowd. Both men glance at each other and clink their Tag Team Championships together, then in unison point into the ring. The crowd sings along with the song.~

“ASSHOLE, DIRTBAG, NO GOOD BASTARDS!”

~They charge down from the stage and TK slides into the ring and gets up onto a knee, beckoning the crowd as Bobby climbs the steps and enters the ring behind him. TK stands and appeals to the crowd as Bobby raises his arms at 45-degree angles.~

~The referee takes the tag team titles away from Them No Good Bastards, handing them over the ropes to the timekeeper. He checks in, and with both teams ready in their corner he calls for the bell!~

DING!
DING!
DING!

~Them No Good Bastards confer in their corner, and Thunder Knuckles steps through the ropes to the apron and leaves Robbie Bourbon inside to kick this one off. On the other end of the ring, Hector Malvado steps out and leaves Dolly Waters to open. Dolly and Robbie eyes each other from their respective corners, more than familiar with each other after their years in the XWF, and slowly make their way to the center of the mat. Robbie reaches out to tie up, but Dolly delivers a low leg kick and begins to circle away out of Bourbons range. Robbie moves towards Dolly, and again eats a chopping leg kick for his troubles. Dolly falls back against the ropes and slingshots herself at Robbie, diving at his leg with a chop block that topples him to the canvas!~

Smith: Dolly is starting this one off intelligently! She’s not going to just hand Bourbon a chance to exploit his strength advantage!

Hood: Well, good. He’s like… three of her.

~Bourbon climbs right back up to his feet, but Dolly is waiting for him and throws a wild uppercut that catches Robbie in the chest and follows it up with an elbow strike to the jaw! Dolly begins throwing quick rights and lefts into Bourbons midsection, but Robbie is able to reach out and grab hold of her! Bourbon lifts Waters into a fireman's carry, then rushes forward a few steps and flips forward with a rolling senton, planting his near-300 pounds atop Dolly’s slender frame!~

Smith: Dolly is rolling around on the canvas, gasping for breath.

Hood: She got flattened. Her organs are probably paper thin right now.

~Robbie is back on his feet and makes his way over to the corner of Them No Good Bastards, tagging Thunder Knuckles into the match. TK stomps over to Dolly Waters, rolling her over onto her stomach and locking in a full nelson. Dolly shouts loudly, but TK begins to shake her wildly like a pitbull with a rope toy. Waters tries to squirm free, but he has her secured, and after a few seconds Hector Malvado hops the ropes and comes to his partner's aid. He rushes over to the action where Thunder Knuckles drops Dolly in a heap and turns to face him. Hector backpedals slightly as Thunder Knuckles advances on him, and Dolly Waters rolls slowly to her feet and rolls out her neck and shoulders. Malvado retreats back to the corner and steps back through the ropes as TK smirks arrogantly, and turns back towards Dolly.~

Smith: Spinning backfist!

Hood: Dolly connects clean with TK! He’s wobbled!

~Dolly drops low and catches Thunder Knuckles with a russian leg sweep, knocking him flat to his back. Dolly pounces on him for a quick cover.~

~Thunder Knuckles shoves Dolly off of him and both competitors roll quickly back to their feet. Dolly squares up and charges in, looking for a spear… but TK takes a step forward and hits a running knee that lands right in the neck of Waters and drops her once more to the mat! There’s a loud boo from the Texas crowd as they jeer the XWF and OCW tag team champions, but Thunder Knuckles barely notices as he stands up and makes his way back to the corner to tag Robbie Boubon back into the match.~

Smith: Them No Good Bastards utilizing quick tags here early, getting both members involved and wearing Dolly Waters down.

~Robbie climbs the ringpost, settling on the top rope and sizing up Dolly before launching himself for a flying leg drop. Dolly Waters is able to roll out of the way and Bourbon crashes hard to the mat, rolling over and clutching at his hip. Dolly Waters scrambles and dives across the ring, tagging in Hector Malvado for the first time. Malvado fires through the ropes and hits a low dropkick on Bourbon, laying him flat on the canvas. Malvado pops to his feet next to Robbie, and hits a standing moonsault! The crowd roars in appreciation of the athleticism and counts along as Hector tries to cover the tag team champion.~

~Robbie rolls Hector Malvado off of him quickly, breaking the count and climbing back to his feet.~

Hood: Them No Good Bastards have a size and power advantage here tonight, Hector and Dolly combined barely outweigh Robbie alone. They’re going to have to get creative and do some damage here.

~Hector kicks at the same leg of Bourbons that Dolly Waters had targeted earlier, trying to slow Robbie and take away some of the power in his base. Hector falls back off the ropes, slingshotting towards Bourbon and flying through the air with a head scissors takedown! Bourbon flips head over heels to the canvas, landing flat on his back. Hector makes his way to a neutral corner and quickly leaps up to the top rope, turning around and preparing to frog splash Robbie… but Thunder Knuckles rushes across the apron and chops Hectors foot out from under him! Hector collapses, twisted and hanging upside down in the corner!~

Smith: Malvado finds himself in the tree of woe!

~Thunder Knuckles returns to his spot in the corner of Them No Good Bastards, and leans over the top rope calling for a tag. Robbie rolls to his feet and makes his way over, tagging Thunder Knuckles. TK steps through the ropes and charges the corner, driving a hard knee into a helpless Malvado! TK takes a step backwards and begins to hammer Malvado with kicks to the face! Malvado tries to cover up, but TK connects with several heavy shots. Hector Malvado finally shakes loose from the top rope and falls to a heap in the corner. Thunder Knuckles drags Malvado up to his feet, walking him over to the ropes and whipping him over the top to the ground below!~

Hood: TK throws Hector out! He’s looking out at the Texas crowd, and bouncing off the far ropes…

Smith: Taupe Suicida! Thunder Knuckles with a suicide dive over the top rope to the outside of the ring!

~Thunder Knuckles collides with Hector Malvado, smashing him into the fan barricade as Robbie Bourbon drops down from the apron and makes his way over to the two stars. Bourbon and Thunder Knuckles grab hold of Hector, lifting him up to his feet when suddenly Dolly Waters comes sprinting around the corner of the ring with a steel chair in hand! Dolly swings wildly at Bourbon, chasing him back from Hector. Thunder Knuckles stands his ground and… CRACK! Dolly smacks him hard with the chair, dropping him to the ground next to Hector. Dolly turns after Bourbon again and begins to chase him, but stops after a few steps and turns back to help Hector to his feet… but TK grabs the chair and wrestles it away from her! Thunder Knuckles was on his feet quickly and took advantage of the distraction Bourbon was causing.~

~Dolly bounces back and forth in front of TK, waiting for him to take a swing with the chair. When he finally does, she ducks and rolls underneath it and winds up behind him. Dolly sprints away from TK, charging for the ring skirt and lifting it, fishing around underneath the ring for a new weapon. She manages to find a loose two by four and wields it like a baseball bat as she turns to face Thunder Knuckles again. Hector Malvado is back on his feet and jumps on TK’s back, trying to lock in a sleeper hold. Thunder Knuckles spins around wildly, trying to shake Hector free. Hector fights hard to get a grip around TK’s neck as Robbie Bourbon charges, but Dolly Waters steps up and delivers a mighty blow to Bourbon’s midsection! Robbie crumples, winded, and Dolly tells Hector to get TK back inside the ring. Waters throws her two by four over the ropes as Malvado slides off of Thunder Knuckles’ back and quickly rolls onto the apron and back into the ring. He shouts something in spanish to TK. I dont imagine that it was anything complimentary.~

Hood: Thunder Knuckles sees that Bourbon is moving and should be OK, and chases Hector back into the ring.

Smith: Hector has the two by four! He’s taking Dolly Waters’ wood!

Hood: There’s got to be a better way of saying that.

~Hector Malvado winds up and swings a powerful shot into the knees of Thunder Knuckles, the champion howling wildly as he collapses. Hector drops the wood and charges off the ropes, rebounding and hitting a low dropkick to the sprawled TK. Hector senses an opportunity and makes his way to the corner of the ring, and once more climbs up to the top rope. Thunder Knuckles shows no sign of moving, and Bourbon isn’t close to interfere! Hector Malvado launches himself with a picture perfect frog splash, folding Thunder Knuckles in half! Malvado makes the cover!~

~Thunder Knuckles gets a shoulder up right at two, rolling Malvado off of him and climbing back up to his feet. He kicks the two by four out of the ring, making sure it can’t be used against him again, then grabs hold of Malvado and muscles him back into the corner. Thunder Knuckles winds up and delivers a powerful chop to Hector's chest, the crowd “woooooo”ing loudly. He winds up and delivers another. And another. He lights up Malvado like a Christmas tree before ducking low and spearing him in the midsection, driving him back into the ringpost. Thunder Knuckles straightens up and lifts Hector into the air, flipping him back over his head with a back body drop!~

Smith: Thunder Knuckles is really proving to be a challenge for Hector right now, he won’t stay down!

Hood: That’s the sort of tenacity that has the tag team championships around the waists of Them No Good Bastards!

~Thunder Knuckles looked at the downed Malvado brother, then at the ring post. He decides to show that he can take to the air as well, and climbs the ropes quickly. TK measures the distance to Malvado, then leaps through the air with a flying elbow drop! He lands it perfectly, driving his elbow through the chest of Hector and quickly making the cover as the referee slides over!~

TH-

Smith: No! Dolly Waters sprints into the ring and body splashes atop Thunder Knuckles and Hector Malvado!

Hood: She breaks up the count to save her partner and keep the Margarita Mix winners alive in the match!

~Dolly rolls Thunder Knuckles off of Hector and helps the Malvado brother up to his feet, telling him to get moving if they’re going to have any hope of winning this match. Hector nods his head, he understands, and he charges Thunder Knuckles as the champ climbs up to his feet. Hector jumps at TK with a corkscrew shoulder block, knocking TK off balance and sending him tumbling into the corner… where Robbie Bourbon is waiting! Robbie Bourbon tags himself in over the top rope, then charges into the ring like a wrecking ball and shoulders Hector hard to the canvas. He eyes Dolly Waters who quickly slides under the bottom rope and out of the ring, fishing underneath the ring for another weapon. She finds a metal trash can and slides it out, hurling it over the top rope at Bourbon to distract him and let Hector get back up to his feet. Bourbon kicks the trash can, taunting Dolly loudly, and he hears it from the Ratliff Stadium crowd. They boo him loudly, trying to inspire Hector and Dolly to victory. Hector rolls over onto his hands and knees, forcing himself up to his feet. Bourbon turns to face him and Dolly Waters quickly reaches in the ring, underneath the bottom rope, and grabs hold of Robbie’s ankle as he tries to take a step. Robbie stumbles and spins around, and immediately Hector launches himself at the back of Bourbons knees with a shoulder block!~

Smith: Bourbon is down!

Hood: Hector Malvado is looking for a heel hook! Maybe submissions will wear the Bastards down?!

~Dolly Waters sprints back to her teams corner and climbs back up to the apron, calling for the tag! Hector continues to work the heel hook, but Bourbon uses his free foot to pound Malvado with powerful kicks! Hector finally releases Bourbons foot and begins scrambling towards Dolly! Robbie makes his way over to the ropes and drags himself slowly to his feet!~

Smith: Those low kicks and submissions seem to be paying dividends, Robbie’s thigh is red and swollen!

Hood: Hector dives for Dolly and makes the tag!

~Waters jumps into the ring and ducks low before charging Robbie Bourbon and driving every ounce of her power into his midsection! Dolly spears Robbie against the ropes, driving him through and sending both of them flying out of the ring to the floor below! The crowd explodes! 120 pound Dolly Waters just tackled 290 pound Robbie Bourbon through the ropes! Thunder Knuckles drops down from the apron and makes his way over to the two, helping Robbie up to his feet before the duo start to viciously stomp Dolly Waters. Dolly fights through the kicks, forcing her way up to her feet and trying to trade blows with the two Bastards… here comes Hector! Hector Malvado hops into the ring and sprints towards the ropes, leaping up and using the top one as a springboard for a senton splash! Malvado flies right into the mass of bodies, sending Them No Good Bastards and Dolly Waters to the ground in a heap! All four superstars are down!~

~The referee has no choice but to start a 10 count!~

~Dolly Waters and Hector Malvado help each other to their feet first, and quickly grab Robbies wrist and work together to drag him away from Thunder Knuckles. With Bourbon isolated they lift him to his feet and whip him hard into the fan barricade! They lift him again and whip him powerfully into the steel ringsteps!~

Hood: Dolly and Hector are working together seamlessly. You can really see how they won the Margarita Mix.

Smith: They have Bourbon isolated and are really working to break him down, but Thunder Knuckles is on his feet and headed over to help!

~TK collides with Dolly like a freight train, driving a forearm into the back of her head and knocking her to the floor against the barricade. Thunder Knuckles unleashes with kicks to the ribs of Dolly Waters, blasting her into the wall repeatedly until Hector Malvado dives at him and wraps him up around the waist. He tries to drag Thunder Knuckles to the ground, but TK drops an elbow into his back and drops him to his knees. Dolly squirms free of TK, and lines TK up as Hector holds him in place. Dropkick! Dolly grabs the top of the fan barricade and launches herself up, blasting TK in the face and dropping him to the ground! Dolly helps Hector up and the duo turn their focus back to the legal Bastard, Robbie Bourbon. Together they lift him up and roll him back into the ring, Dolly rolling in behind him as Hector retreats around the ring to the Margarita Mix winners corner. Dolly quickly covers Bourbon, trying to pull the upset!~

~Kickout by Robbie!~

Smith: All of that carnage outside the ring, and we get a two count out of it.

Hood: Bourbon is a tank.

~Dolly Waters sighs deeply, weighing her options. She pops back to her feet and heads to the corner, tagging Hector back into the match. Hector slides in as Dolly slides out and retrieves her two by four from the ground, then hops back up to the apron and waits for a time to use it. Hector hits a standing elbow drop on Bourbon, then continues to work away at the injured leg by locking in a half Boston crab. After a few seconds he releases, and rolls back to his feet to head to his corner and tag Dolly Waters back into the match up. Dolly enters the ring with her two by four, shouting at Bourbon to get up. Robbie obliges and stands gingerly, turning to face Dolly just in time to have the plank of wood driven directly into his thigh. Bourbon howls, and Dolly winds up again and plants a second shot on him… this time in the midsection, doubling him over. She lifts the wooden plank up over her head, driving a third shot down on Bourbons back!~

Smith: She snapped the plank!

Hood: She broke it over Bourbon’s back… now she’s just got a wooden shard!

~Bourbon straightens up slowly, dwarfing Dolly Waters.~

Smith: SHE STABBED HIM!

Hood: Waters drives the wooden shard deep into Bourbons shoulder, he’s bleeding profusely!

~Dolly sprints back to her corner and tags Hector, who climbs up to the top rope of the ringpost. Bourbon charges after Dolly, and Hector catches him with a diving head scissors takedown! Bourbon lands on his wounded shoulder, tearing the wood shard out of his flesh and splattering the canvas with his blood. Hector tries another cover, hoping to steal the OCW tag team championships back from Them No Good Bastards!~

~Thunder Knuckles reaches underneath the bottom rope, grabbing Bourbon by the ankle and dragging him out from underneath Hector Malvado and out of the ring.~

Smith: TK saves Bourbon! There’s no rule that will be honored in this match!

Hood: It’s no DQ! Why would there be?! KILLLLL EAAACCHHHHH OTHHHERRRRR!

~Hector Malvado is furious, believing he could have taken advantage of Bourbons injury to win the match, but the referee simply shrugs and tells him that there’s nothing he can do about it. Hector looks to Dolly, and once more she calls for a quick tag. Malvado obliges, and Dolly motions to the ropes. Hector nods in agreement, and in unison the Margarita Mix winners slingshot themselves across the rings and dive through the ropes to the outside. Dolly collides hard with Thunder Knuckles, and Hector slams into Bourbon. Both Bastards are sent back into the barricade, the referee throwing his hands up in frustration as the action has once more left the ring. Dolly and Thunder Knuckles begin to brawl, trading punches across the floor. Hector hits Bourbon with a stiff european uppercut, but is quickly snatched up in a mighty bearhug and squeezed powerfully.~

Smith: Robbie is squeezing the life out of Hector Malvado! He’s shaking him like a ragdoll!

Hood: Bourbon rushes over to the corner of the ring and drives Hector spine first into the steel ring post!

~Bourbon drops Hector to the ground and rolls slowly back into the ring. Thunder Knuckles and Dolly Waters separate, TK making his way back to the Bastards corner while Dolly checks on Hector and helps him back up to his feet. She gives him a few words of encouragement before sending him back into the ring with Bourbon and making her way back to the apron. Malvado and Bourbon circle each other slowly in the ring, Bourbon making the first move to try and tie up. Malvado baseball slides slickly between Bourbons legs and pops up behind him and sprints off the far ropes. Bourbon spins as Malvado rebounds, and Robbie throws out a big boot that Hector once more slides underneath. This time when he pops up behind Bourbon, he leaps in the air for a neckbreaker, snapping the larger man down to the mat! Hector rushes to the ropes again and leaps off the middle one with a springboard moonsault that connects! Hector covers Robbie Bourbon!~

Smith: This could be it!

Hood: The Margarita Mix winners could be new champions!

TH-

~Bourbon gets a shoulder up, and Hector is quickly back on his feet and ready to go right back on the offensive as Robbie staggers to his feet. Hector Malvado is feeling it now, lighting up Bourbons compromised leg with a few more quick low kicks before grabbing Robbies head and pinning it to his own. Hector drops to his knees, sending shockwaves up through Bourbons dome and sending him falling back into the corner… but Thunder Knuckles is there to tag himself in!~

Smith: What a miscalculation by Hector Malvado! He had Bourbon against the ropes, pardon the pun.

Hood: Well here comes Thunder Knuckles to fuck shit up, and no. I won’t pardon your pun.

~Hector turns and tries to dive for Dolly, but TK grabs him from behind and hurls him across the mat with a german suplex. Malvado lands against the ropes and TK is on him quickly, laying into him with boots and stomps as Dolly shouts for Hector to get free and tag her back in. Hector catches one of Thunder Knuckles kicks and manages to sweep him to the mat, rolling atop him and hammering him with powerful punches! Malvado pounds TK, when Robbie suddenly sneaks up behind him and snags him in a full nelson. He drags Hector away from Thunder Knuckles, which brings Dolly charging into the ring. Bourbon tosses Hector aside and hits Waters with a thunderous clothesline, driving her hard into the corner as TK stands up and focuses on Hector Malvado. Malvado staggers up to his feet, and Thunder Knuckles plants a superkick right on the jaw! Malvado collapses to the mat again, TK swooping in and grabbing his right foot dramatically!~

Smith: Thunder Strike! TK DDT’s the heel of Hectors foot to the canvas!

Hood: I don’t care what anyone says. That shit huuuuurts. TK makes the cover!

Smith: Bourbon is holding Dolly back in the corner!

~The bell rings~

Belvedere: Here are your winners...AND STILL OCW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS...THEM NO GOOD BASTARDS!!!!!

Smith: NO! Dang it!

Hood: Them No Good Bastards retain the OCW Tag Titles. If this doesn’t prove they deserve those belts, well, I don’t know what will.

Smith: They’re outsiders, Hood! They DON’T deserve them. A tag team in OCW should be wearing those.

Hood: I don’t know about you, buddy...but I’d prefer the OCW Tag Titles to be around the waists of a great team. Them No Good Bastards is the GREATEST team in wrestling today.

Smith: Well, I beg to differ.

Hood: Beg all you want. It’s still true.

~Hector rolls out of the ring. Dolly drops down and tends to her partner. The two showing that a bond remains despite their run as a team coming to an end. Meanwhile, inside the ring, TK receives the OCW Tag Titles...he hands Bourbon his belt. They hold them high. The fans BOOOO. TK talks shit...he writes “XWF” in the air. EVEN MORE BOOS~

Smith: Oh come on, get those two out of here! They can leave...I don’t want to see them anymore.

Hood: Winners get to gloat. That’s how it works, Smith.

~TK and Bourbon are really enjoying the heat. They stare at the hard camera, talking shit to the viewers at home. Suddenly, a figure slides in behind them. The fans pop! The person rises to their feet~

Smith: IT’S KRAYZIE!

Hood: Aww shit!

~TK and Bourbon sense something behind them. They turns around. Krayzie kicks Bourbon in the chin, knocking him backward. He takes TK down with a lariat! The fans are going wild!!! Krayzie looks to go back after Bourbon, but Robbie wraps his mammoth hand around Krayzie’s throat, bringing the fans back down to Earth~

Smith: NO!

Hood: Well, that was short lived.

Smith: Hood! LOOK!

~Sliding in behind Bourbon is DUCE JONES! The fans let out a loud “DUCE!!!!” Bourbon shoves Krayzie back and spins around...Duce leaps up and knees Bourbon in the face with D-Trigga!!! Bourbon stumbles around. Jones runs into the ropes...he bounces off and flies through the air, sending Bourbon flying out of the ring with KRAYZED KNEE!!! The fans go wild!! “YES! YES! YES!” Duce grabs Bourbon’s tag belt. Krayzie rips TK’s out of his arms...as he remains on the mat, in pain. Krayzie and Duce look at the titles...then each other...and they raise the belts high in the air to a huge ovation~

Smith: Duce Jones is back! And he wants what he never lost...he wants his OCW Tag Title back!

Hood: Yep, Byson filled in for him at Across Enemy Lines. But, Duce is back...you gotta believe they’ve got next.

Smith: Indeed!

Who're: Like I said, Tony will not be here and quite frankly, I don't know why you're even here! I didn't summon you, you lost your chance to be on this roster!

~Once again, the cameras return to Who're sitting at the head of the long table inside a Conference Room. It looks like a High School classroom set up for the event as a temporary conference room.~

Cashe: So where is everyone? Your boob crew or Lexi? I'm not dicking you down for a job if that's wha..

Who're: What? No. That's not what I want at all, I have some standards!

Cashe: And I don't want any part of your slimer, Leo told me things, said it was like watching CGI in the late 80s. Who ya gonna call, ya dig?

~She slapped the table.~

Who're: What did you say?!

~He laughed, and she took a deep breath. She loses her composure temporarily but regains it as she shuffles the papers in front of her. Folding her fingers together, she holds her own hand and looks at Cashe.~

Who're: Like I said Jason, as far as I am concerned? We have no business to discuss, I have a negotiation taking place shortly. So if you'll see yourself out..

~The door to the Conference Room opens and Marcus Welsh walks in. The General Manager of OCW, former and claims of presently. Very nice suit vest, no jacket look. Who're gets perky, Cashe doesn't know the guy to be impressed or concerned.~

Welsh: I asked him to attend. I have seen how you have handled, or rather mishandled this whole situation.

Who're: This is my show Marcus, not yours!

Welsh: At least until the Return of Massacre!

~Holding out a hand, Welsh does the international sign for stop. He was more meaning a pause but same-same.~

Welsh: I wouldn't want things to come out… With that said? We can discuss that further later. Right now, I offer a solution to this problem.

~Glancing to Jason Cashe, Marcus Welsh extends a hand across the table. Cashe nods and shakes his hand.~

Cashe: Pleasure, what's this solution you got?

~Before he could respond, he was interrupted.~

Who're: There is no solution. Jason Cashe will not be in OCW. Period. Done deal.

Welsh: Let me ask you then.. Do you think Lexi can defeat Jason? One on One?

Cashe: Psssh no…

~Both Who're and Welsh give Cashe a look. One that grinned at his comment and the other disgusted.~

Who're: Damn right she could!

Cashe: Yoooou don't believe that! Stop lying!

Welsh: No, that's good that she doesn't believe you can win! That is what this business is ALL about! Competition. The fight to climb the rankings, to stand tall inside of that ring against foes, sometimes even friends and in doing so, finding the Spotlight of Success! So let's see who would win! Jason Cashe versus Lexi Gold! The first episode of Massacre! The winner gets a Contract with this Company!

~Slow clapping from Cashe as he stands up from the table to applaud this man. Who're remained seated. She had her mouth open and her eyes peered at Welsh as he grinned back at her. He knew that it was a good idea and knew she knew the same. This was WRESTLING afterall. As she began to respond, Cashe stopped his clapping and listened.~

Who're: As much as I want to say no.. I want to see Cashe get his just dues!

~One big clap came from Cashe, followed by a few short ones. The DiOGee was hyped for the decision.~

Cashe: About Time! Let's get it!

~Looking through her papers, Who're pulls out a sheet of paper. A Match Contract. It was lucky she had one on hand, what luck..~

Who're: I need you to sign this..

~She quickly fills out a few of the blank spots. Names of each competitor and her own signature to sign off on it. She slides the paper and pen towards Cashe. He hurries, grabs the pen and skims over the fine print. He was dumb, not completely stupid though. Wasn't his first rodeo. Nodding as his bottom lip was being bitten down on, he leans and signs the contract. One match.~

Cashe: Done! Damn shame that Lexi couldn't make it..

~The index finger of Marcus Welsh rises up.~

Welsh: Actually! I invited her here as well but wanted her to wait outside until everything was agreed upon. I didn't want there to be any fighting..

~Another smart decision on Welsh's part. Who're looked even more frustrated as Welsh turns and heads to the door. He opens it and steps out, waving for Lexi. He steps aside and faces Who're and Cashe again.~

Welsh: The lovely Lexi Gold…

~Announcing her, Cashe puts the pen down on the table. He was still standing, ready for a crazed Lexi to come in swinging. He did kill one of her babies. She does come barreling into the room, Welsh throws himself against the wall as she enters.~

Cashe: Whaaaa?!

Welsh: Is that a MOTHERFUCKIN' SNAKE IN THIS MOTHERFUCKIN' CONFERENCE ROOM!

~Her warcry was all that Lexi said as she rushed inside with two hands holding a very large Python. Not an 18 footer but big enough to cause some commotion as she launches it across the table! Like skipping a rock over the surface of a pond, the Python bounces off the table, his fangs showing, mouth open as it soars right at Cashe.~

Cashe: MOMMA NOOOOO!

~Catching it, Cashe didn't catch it far enough away as the snake latches onto his shoulder. He screams out as he falls back against the wall and sinks to the floor. Struggling to get the snake free, it just dug the bite deeper. Who're was out of her chair and pressed against the opposite side of the room. Same with Welsh. Lexi Gold wore a large smile as she walked around the table and got closer to the action.~

Lexi: The snake you killed? That was this one's baby.. You killed her baby, my baby. Remember what I said about Karma? Welcome to it, experience it Jason.. I accept this match. I just hope you know exactly what you're getting into.

~She turns to the table, grabs the pen and move the match contract closer to her before scribbling her name on it. Flinging the pen away, she turns back to Cashe.~

Cashe: Aaaahhhh! Heeeelllp! Oohhhh!!

~She just laughed. His struggle was a pleasure as blood flowed onto the floor under him. Cashe was punching, pinching at the snake. The grip of the bite remained bad to worse the more he fought it.~

Welsh: Lexi? Maybe don't let him die? Is that thing poisonous?

Lexi: Not at all. It will just hurt for a while.. He won't die. His career might at Massacre though! Sally, have we fed enough baby? Maybe that'll be a lesson to never cross me, or my babies. Your fate at Massacre is not looking good.

Cashe: FUCK ALL OF YOU! JUST STANDING THERE WHILE IT'S EATING ME ALIVE!!! AAAAGHH! PLEASE HELP! I'M SORRY! I'M SOOOO SORRRY! JUST MAKE IT STOP!

~He claimed he was retiring the word sorry after Piledriver. Clearly that was a lie. Lexi seemed overjoyed but stepped closer to remove the snake. Welsh had his phone out, calling for some EMTs.~

Welsh: Yeah, we need a team here. Snake bite victim.. No, the snake isn't dead. It's big, think Godzilla versus Manda.. Yeah, it's pretty big, hurry up! Thanks!

~Upon release of the bite, Cashe falls over onto his side as his hand slaps against the bloody wound. Lexi pulls a large laundry bag out of her back waistline and shoves the snake into the back. Lexi "The Snake" Gold is how she was looking as she lifted it over her shoulder like Santa Claus does his bag of presents. She turns to leave but stops and looks down at Cashe.~

Lexi: I'll see you at Massacre Jason. Take care of that or it will get infected..

~Nobody is near the door as she moves towards it with her Python in tow. Welsh and Who're might as well be friends as they share a wall across the room at a safe distance. We cut back to Smith and Hood~

Smith: Lexi with some sweet revenge!

Hood: Fuckin snakes, man. Just no. NO

Smith: Snakes are animals too, Hood.

Hood: Barely.

Smith: Regardless of the snake situation...Lexi Gold is going to face Jason Cashe for an OCW Contract! That match, I’m being told, will headline the return episode of Massacre next week!

Smith: I can’t wait for that one!

Hood: Finally, Jason Cashe inside an OCW ring. It’s been a long time coming.

Smith: Same can be said for Lexi Gold. That’s our Massacre main event, folks! Don’t miss it!

Hood: Shit, you know I’ll be there. Kinda have to be.

Smith: Alright fans...so much action thus far and we’ve still got three marquee matches...all with OCW Title implications. First up, probably the most personal match on the show...Peter Vaughn defending his Craze Championship against Dylan Thomas.

Hood: I normally cheer for a guy like Vaughn. But that shit with the kid was fucked.

Smith: Indeed it was, Hood. What started as your typical animosity between two wrestlers over a perceived deal gone bad quickly devolved into something far more sinister.

Hood: Yep...no shame in me saying that I’m pulling for Thomas in this one. The Janitor is off his fucking rails, man. Somebody needs to beat his ass back into line.

Smith: The journey of Peter Vaughn has been a dark one...with no sign of eventual light. With each win, he seems to grow darker and darker...making each match...each feud he embarks upon increasingly dangerous. At what point does OCW force this man to seek counseling?

Hood: Shit, man. He’s bad. Maybe the worst. But we’ve had guys like Syren, Iggy Hardy, and Bifford running around. There ain’t no way we could force counseling on somebody with a straight face.

Smith: I guess...anyway...no doubt this is feud of the month. Vaughn has likely earned heel of the month. Thomas, face of the month. All the awards stacked upon this Craze Championship...the lights are on, the violence is upon us...let’s head down to ringside.

~The Craze Match image is displayed on the trons all over the stadium. A pop occurs...followed by a feeling of dread. Kind of like when you’re walking into a japanese horror film...it’s gonna be violent and unsettling. This won’t be for the weak of heart. Belvedere stands in the center of the ring~

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen...it is now time for the OCW Craze Championship!! And, as you’ve all noticed...the lights are ON. So this match will be No DQ, No Countout, Falls Count Anywhere!

~A good, solid pop for the announcement of unadulterated violence~

Belvedere: If Peter Vaughn wins, he will receive and OCW Title shot.

~BOOOO!!! Vaughn is maybe the most hated man in OCW history...*paging Lurrr*~

Belvedere: Introducing first…

~"This Time It's Different" - Evans Blue hits! The fans, staring at the face runway, quickly spin around to spot the OCW Craze Champion, Peter Vaughn...masked up and ready to go, heading down the heel aisle. Murmurs filter throughout Odessa...why is the champion out first. Vaughn drags the Craze Title behind him, marching toward the ring. He appears to be mumbling to himself~

Belvedere: First by request...standing 5’6 and weighing in at 175lbs...he is the OCW Craze Champion...he is Peter Vaughn!!!

~Vaughn reaches ringside and rolls inside, under the bottom rope. He pops to his feet and slings the Craze belt over his shoulder. He faces his corner and places his head against the top rope...his legs shift back and forth with nervous energy. His lips continue to spout words we cannot hear or discern~

Belvedere: And, his opponent…

~'Watch Me Shine' – Fozzy hits and the fans go wild!!! Our camera cuts to the face aisle and zooms down it toward the ramp. Thomas emerges...his name displayed underneath his feet. He shuts his eyes, takes a breath and he sprints down the aisle way~

Belvedere: From...oh crap!

~Belvedere darts from the ring. Thomas slides in and charges at Vaughn. Peter turns around, only to get squashed with a huge splash!!! He drops his belt. Thomas unloads right hand after right hand into Peter’s head. Scruff motions for the bell. It rings. The fans are on their feet, yelling and screaming for Thomas~

Smith: Dylan Thomas wasting NO TIME.

Hood: Can you blame him? This man nearly destroyed his entire family. Payback has arrived.

~Vaughn shoves Dylan off, trying to get some respite, but Dylan stays on him, pounding away on Peter’s back as he doubles over, trying to protect his head. Dylan hits him again and again and again...Peter falls to his hands and knees. Thomas kicks him in the ribs, sending Peter through the ropes, onto the apron. Dylan grabs the top rope, jumps up, and sends two feet crashing into Peter’s body, kicking him off the apron and into the grass!!! Peter hits hard, rolling over, onto his back!! The fans continue to go wild for Dylan’s rage. Thomas looks over and sees the Craze Title...he grabs it and slides out of the ring~

Smith: This match may not last long, Hood. A few shots with that belt and Dylan might end Vaughn’s run and his dreams of challenging for the OCW Title.

Hood: No shit...Vaughn was over there reciting some creepy nursery rhyme in his corner...all the while, Thomas was coming down here to win a fucking match.

Smith: Indeed

~Vaughn gets onto all fours, trying to get to his feet...its dawning on him that he’s in for the fight of his life. He gets WHIPPED across the back with the leather comprising the heavy Craze strap. He rolls over, arching his back in pain. Dylan whips him again, across the stomach!!! Peter yells out, curling into the fetal position, laying on his side. Dylan whips him again! Vaughn screams, reaching for his shoulder. Thomas whips him again and again and again and again until, finally, Peter crawls back up against the barricade, tossing his hands up~

Smith: What is this? Is Peter asking for a reprieve?

Hood: Pretty fuckin ballsy.

Smith: Don’t listen to him, Dylan!

~Thomas nods. He seems to be in agreement...saying ‘maybe I’ve gone too far’. He tosses Peter his Craze Title...the plate facing Vaughn’s face. Dylan then charges forward with a huge KNEE!! It smashes the plate of the belt into Peter’s face!! The fans go wild!! Vaughn slumps over, onto his side...his movements stalled. Thomas steps up onto the guardrail and he throws an arm into the air “DYLAN THOMAS CLAP CLAP CLAP DYLAN THOMAS!!”~

Smith: Wow! Thomas might be the most popular wrestler on our roster tonight!

Hood: Deep down, as shitty as we all are, we’re still human beings, I guess.

Smith: Nobody likes to see someone attempt to harm a child, Hood.

~Thomas hops back down and snags the Craze Title. He places it around his waist, securing the belt and looks up at his image on one of the trons. He nods, liking what he sees. The fans chant “YES!” He looks down and sees Vaughn rolling over and reaching for the guardrail, trying to get up. Thomas removes the belt and whips him again! Right across the back!!! Vaughn pops to his feet and leans over the guardrail, reaching for his back in pain. Thomas grabs Peter by the feet and he tosses him into the crowd! The fans back away, creating space. Thomas tosses the title back into the ring and hops the guardrail. He stomps away on Peter...he stops and motions toward the fans...they all run in and help him stomping a west texas mudhole in Peter Vaughn!! The entire crowd goes wild~

Smith: And now these fans are joining in! In full support of Dylan Thomas!

Hood: Okay, this might be getting a little excessive.

Smith: As excessive as threatening to harm a child?

Hood: Okay, ya got me there. I can’t really argue that point.

~Thomas backs the people away. He yanks Vaughn up and whips him into the guardrail, back first. Thomas lunges forward with a HUGE knife edged chop. The fans surrounding him recoil, clutching their chests, feeling that impact. Thomas spins around and lunges ahead with a huge lariat, sending Peter over the guardrail and back onto the grass surrounding the ring. Dylan goes to hop over...fans pat him on the back and wish him well…he nods, thanking them...he then hops back over~

Smith: If the Craze Champion doesn’t get some kind of offense going...and soon...this will be over.

Hood: Yea, Dylan’s tough enough as it is. But you give this dude a huge head start...good night.

Smith: Indeed

~Thomas grabs Vaughn, who remains on all fours, and he tosses him into the ring, under the bottom rope. Dylan marches up the steps and enters through the ropes. He reaches down to grab Vaughn but is BLASTED in the gut with the Craze Title. Dylan coughs, dropping to one knee. Peter manages to get to his knee and he lunges forward with as much energy and force as he can must, smashing Thomas in the side of the head with the Craze Belt!! Thomas tumbles to the side, through the ropes and onto the apron. Vaughn collapses onto his back, dropping the belt, staring up at the lights burning underneath the night sky. The crowd has been quieted~

Smith: It never fails...you give someone like Vaughn a moment’s rest and you’ll pay.

Hood: Yea, Dylan should have let the mob kill him. Would that count as a win? Opponent unable to forfeit?

Smith: I’ve honestly never seen nor considered such a scenario.

Hood: I know one promotion we could ask...too bad they blew up.

~Peter remains on his back. Dylan reaches for the ropes, pulling himself up. He sees Vaughn still down and realizes he can re-seize momentum. He jumps up and springboards off the top rope...he comes crashing down with a senton...but Vaughn gets his knees up into Dylan’s back!!! Thomas rolls around, arching his back in pain. The Craze Champion slowly sits up and reaches over, snaring his Craze Title. The fans yell and scream for Thomas to look out~

Smith: Vaughn might be slowly regaining control of this thing and, if that’s the case, who knows what he’ll do to Dylan.

Hood: Could get real ugly real fast.

Smith: Indeed

~Peter stands with the title. Thomas is on his hands and knees, occasionally reaching for his back. Peter jumps up and stomps both feet into Dylan’s back! Thomas is flattened out. Peter jams the front of the Craze Title into Dylan’s back...he then sticks both knees into the belt, he grabs Dylan’s arms and yanks back as hard as he can. Thomas yells out, in pain. Scruff appears, asking Thomas if he wants to give it up...but there ain’t no fuckin way. He’d rather have his back snap~

Smith: Rules are thrown out, but a competitor can quit if they choose.

Hood: Quitting is always an option, unless you’re the color commentator for OCW. If that’s the case, you’re here for life.

Smith: Hey, at least you got to work for another promotion for awhile.

Hood: True, true. You’re pretty much bolted to this chair, aren’t ya?

Smith: No comment

~Peter releases the hold, realizing Thomas isn’t gonna give up. He slaps Thomas in the back of the head a few times, deriding him. Vaughn then slides the Craze Title underneath Dylan’s face. He takes a few steps back and charges forward with a curb stomp!! But Thomas moves!! Vaughn’s foot slams into the plate of the Craze Title...he slips a bit, stumbling into the ropes. Dylan rolls out of the ring, to the grass...he leans against the apron, reaching for his screaming back. Peter charges forward with a baseball slide...but Dylan dodges the attack and yanks Peter out. He slings Peter back into the guardrail and goes after him with lefts and rights...but Peter charges forward, shoving Dylan back and into the apron!! His back hits hard!! Dylan drops to both knees, reaching for his back~

Smith: Dylan’s back has emerged as a focal point.

Hood: A pretty big one, too. Can’t really fight if you’re back’s fucked all to hell.

Smith: No, you cannot.

~Vaughn yanks Dylan up and he throws him into the steel steps...Thomas falters back...his back slamming into the side of the steps. He slumps into the grass, reaching for his back, grimacing in pain. Peter stalks him. He kicks Thomas in the face. He pulls Thomas up and scoops him into his arms for a slam...he drops Thomas across the top step!! Dylan hits HARD. He arches his back, coiling his shoulders back, grimacing. Peter calmly walks up both steps...he then stands atop Dylan’s chest. He jumps up and comes down with a crushing double foot stomp!!! He tucks and rolls into the grass after impact. Dylan’s body tumbles down the steps, into the grass where he lies, face down...wincing and gasping for air~

Smith: And in the blink of an eye the Craze Champion has taken total control of this one.

Hood: Man, Dylan’s back has got to be messed up.

Smith: Yep, and all this only a few weeks from that terrible fall.

Hood: Lissandra might need to hit up those dating websites. Find a new man.

Smith: HOOD!

~Peter’s gloved, angry hand reaches down, snaring Dylan by the hair, pulling him up. Dylan tries to fight him off, but Peter throws a swift kick into Dylan’s ribs. Thomas doubles over and turns his back to Peter, stumbling toward the guardrail and leaning over, coughing and trying to catch his breath. Peter walks up and rakes his hands across Dylan’s bare, sweaty back!! Thomas yells out, arching his back...we zoom in to see deep, red marks left behind...blood beginning to leak from them. Peter, for good measure, slaps the shit out of the scratch marks on Dylan’s back, producing a nice mist of sweat from impact. The fans “BOOO” the arrogance and complete lack of empathy for what is apparently an injured man~

Smith: I seriously think Peter Vaughn has no regard for anyone...not their health, not their safety, nothing.

Hood: Would you? Cleaning up other people’s shit for years...would YOU give a fuck about other people?

Smith: Hey, that was HIS chosen profession.

Hood: Oh yes, because very janitor grows up as a kid saying “Oh boy, I wish I’d like to clean toilets for a living...WHAT A LIFE”

~Peter goes back after Dylan, who’s upper body is hanging over the guardrail. We see a fan rush in, wearing an old Peter Vaughn shirt. He’s got Vaughn’s image ‘X’d’ out. He bends over and says something to Dylan and shakes his head. Vaughn grabs Dylan by the hair, pulling him over, but Dylan spins around and blasts Vaughn in the head with a small, hard, circular object!! Vaughn stumbles against the ring apron, dazed. Dylan walks up and smashes Vaughn with this object repeatedly until it breaks apart in his hands...at which point, he tosses it into the air and knees Vaughn into the gut, sending the Craze Champion to his knees. The fans return to a positive, excited demeanor~

Smith: What was THAT

Hood: Was that...yes...it was...a fucking urinal cake!

Smith: Well, that’s a first.

~Dylan staggers against the guardrail, his back still killing him. Another fan wearing an old Peter Vaughn shirt with the image ‘x’d’ out steps up. He hands Dylan a bottle of soap. Thomas looks at it and at the fan..the fan pats Dylan on the chest and says, “Clean him up!” Dylan nods and goes after Peter. Vaughn rises to one knee and looks up...Dylan squirts some soap in his hand and he rubs it in Vaughn’s eyes!!! Vaughn yells and rolls around, tearing at his eyes as they burn from the soap~

Smith: Peter’s old fans have turned against him!

Hood: Turns out, even janitors can only stand so much filth.

Smith: Vaughn is literally ALL ALONE out here.

Hood: Meanwhile, the world has Dylan’s back.

~Dylan, with the soap dispenser still in his hand, reaches down and snares Vaughn by the back of his mask...he jerks Peter’s head up and leans forward with a headbutt!! Peter falls back, into the grass, staring into the lights. Thomas squirts some soap into his hand and he drops to his feet and he jams it into Vaughn’s mouth!! Peter rolls around, spitting and kicking his legs! The fans go wild! “WASH HIS MOUTH! WASH HIS MOUTH!” Thomas stands and tosses the soap dispenser over his shoulder, into the crowd...a bunch of drunk Texans jump to catch the souvenir~

Smith: Thomas is cleansing Peter Vaughn...or, attempting to, anyway.

Hood: I’d say Peter’s had his mouth washed out with soap before but...it’s pretty obvious his parents didn’t give that much of a fuck about him.

Smith: Low, but I’ll allow it.

~Thomas grabs the writhing, poisoned Vaughn and yanks him to his feet, tossing him back into the ring. Dylan walks up the steps and enters through the ropes...Vaughn scrambles, feeling around as though he’s blind...his hands find the Craze Title. He turns around to use it, but Dylan rips it away and tosses it out of the ring. Peter gets to one knee, trying again to plead with Thomas only to get a knee into the face. It’s FLUSH. Vaughn falls over, unconscious. Thomas rolls him onto his back for the pin. Scruff slides in, the fans count along~

NO!

Smith: Kick out...Vaughn isn’t done yet!

Hood: Nope, but worth a shot.

~Peter Vaughn rushes to his feet after kicking out...he can sense he’s on the cusp of losing everything. He staggers into the ropes, but his vision is still fucked up. He can’t really see or make anything out. Thomas charges at Vaughn...Peter hears him coming...Thomas lunges forward with a clothesline...but Vaughn hangs on and the two men tumble over the top rope and into the grass~

Smith: If Vaughn doesn’t get that sight fixed...and soon, he can’t win.

Hood: Yea man that must have been some heavy, heavy industrialized soap.

Smith: Janitors don’t mess around, Hood.

Hood: Thank fuck for that.

~Both men are laying in the grass. Dylan reaches for the apron to get back to his feet. Vaughn gets on all fours...he crawls around, feeling with his hands, trying to find something. Suddenly, our screen splits and we are shown the heel tunnel...a familiar face emerges, carrying a book. The BOOS are thrust forth~

Smith: OH COME ON

Hood: MY BOY

Smith: That’s Bradley Carrington! He has ZERO business coming out here for this.

Hood: Hey, he’s signed. He said he’d be here...and here he is. A Cornell Man always keeps his word.

~Carrington begins the long walk down the aisle. Fans yell at him to turn around. They don’t want him fucking up this match. But, Carrington is too immersed in his autobiography to listen or care. Meanwhile, Thomas snares Peter Vaughn and tosses him head first into the guardrail. Another former Janitor fan approaches and hands Thomas a dirty, filthy, obviously used rag. Thomas is like, “Umm, okay.” He takes it, straddles Vaughn’s back and wraps the towel around Peter’s neck, choking the life out of the former Janitor. The three janitor fans who have been surprisingly instrumental in this match all high five, pleased over what’s going on and proud of their actions. Meanwhile, Carrington continues to approach ringside, turning the pages of his book, enthralled by the thrilling action of his autobiography~

Smith: Dylan is choking the life out of Peter Vaughn!

Hood: Who the hell is Carrington out here for?

Smith: Himself.

Hood: Haha, yea, you’re right. I should have known that.

~Peter’s movements are nonexistent. Dylan has apparently choked the life out of him. He ceases the choking and rolls Vaughn over. He goes for the pin outside the ring. Scruff flies through the ropes and makes the count in the grass~

3..NO!

Smith: Vaughn remains alive!

Hood: Yea, well, you don’t need two functioning eyeballs to kick out of a pin attempt.

Smith: That is true.

~Dylan takes the dirty, filthy, disgusting rag. He plugs Vaughn’s nose, causing his mouth to open. Dylan jams the rag into Peter’s mouth! Peter gags and coughs, rolling away. Dylan pops to his feet to a huge ovation...he turns, to pump his fist toward the fans. Then, he turns around and BAM!~

Smith: NO!

Hood: THE PROFESSOR!

~Carrington lunges forward, drilling Dylan in the head with his thickly leather bound autobiography. Dylan falls against the guardrail, slinking to the ground. Carrington wipes his book clean and he goes toward Vaughn. Peter spits the rag out, into the grass. Bradley pats him on the back...at first, Vaughn tries to fight him, unaware, but finally Bradley is able to subdue him, flipping him onto his back. The Professor then produces a bottle of water and some wipes. He squirts the water into Vaughn’s eyes and hands him the wipes. Peter goes to work, scrubbing the soap out of his eyes. Bradley stands up and backs away~

Smith: This was totally unnecessary.

Hood: Technically all of this is unnecessary. But, Bradley Carrington has never been the type to NOT jerk the spotlight in his direction.

Smith: He’s aiding Vaughn! The only person in this WORLD with the audacity to do so.

Hood: He’s a smart, smart man, Smith.

~Peter sits up...he blinks his eyes. He looks at his hand. HE CAN SEE. He returns to his feet and turns, looking at Carrington. Carrington gives Peter a nod. Peter returns the nod, understanding who did what. Bradley then returns to his book, heading back up the heel aisle. The fans continue to curse him...but, as always, he’s oblivious returning back toward the heel tunnel. Vaughn’s fists clinch...he can see...and his sights have found, Dylan. He bends over and grabs the rag. Dylan looks up, he quickly figures it out...Peter is no longer impaired. He pulls himself up, to his feet...Peter throws the rag in Dylan’s face!! Thomas is stunned, removing the rag...Vaughn launches himself at Thomas, taking him down with a Thesz Press...Vaughn then proceeds to lean forward and bite Dylan on the forehead! Thomas yells out in pain~

Smith: Sheesh

Hood: Vaughn is PISSED

Smith: Apparently

~Dylan shoves Peter off him. He tries crawling away, but Vaughn is right back on him, clinging to his back and wrapping his arms around Dylans throat, trying to choke him. Thomas manages to reach the ring...he pulls a chair out from underneath and flings it back. It catches just enough of Peter to get him off Dylan’s back. Thomas struggles to his feet and rolls into the ring...he crawls into the furthest corner, pulling himself up. He leans forward, reaching for his back...he looks over...Vaughn is on the apron, glaring at him~

Smith: The Craze Champion has turned things up a notch.

Hood: Can Dylan keep up?

Smith: He’s got no choice.

~Dylan charges at Vaughn….Peter jumps up and springboards off the top...he catches Dylan with a hurricanrana, tossing him across the ring. Dylan fights his way back up. Peter hurries to his feet...Dylan rushes at Peter...but Peter leaps into the air and smacks Dylan with a spinning heel kick!!! Dylan stumbles around, dazed. Vaughn rushes back to his feet...he grabs Dylan from behind, picks him up and drops him across his knee with a BACKBREAKER!! Dylan arches his back...pain tears through his body...Vaughn goes for the pin~

NO!

Smith: Shoulder up! But, man, right now...Vaughn is beating Dylan to ever metaphorical punch.

Hood: I didn’t see any punches.

Smith: METAPHORICAL

~Thomas gets onto his front and drags his body into a corner...his back preventing much movement. Vaughn returns to his feet and grabs at Dylan’s legs, flipping him onto his back...Thomas tries kicking Peter away, but Vaughn pulls his legs up and slams his foot down into Dylan’s lower midsection (could be his groin, we’re not entirely sure). Dylan folds up and rolls onto his side. Peter heads for the nearest corner and hops onto the second rope. Thomas gets onto all fours, his forehead against the mat. Peter leaps off, driving both knees into Dylan’s back!!! Thomas flips onto his back, arching it immensely, gritting his teeth, eyes tightly shut. Our view pulls back to that overhead shot. The fans look on, concerned. Vaughn is on one knee, slowly returning to his feet...Thomas continues to writhe about on the mat~

Smith: The back maintains the focus for Peter Vaughn, as it should. Dylan Thomas is a wounded warrior at this stage.

Hood: Guy is carrying his family, his posse, and this entire promotion on his back, trying to stop Peter Vaughn. Seems like his body has reached a breaking point.

Smith: Maybe he’s got something left. Enough to pull a victory out.

~Peter stalks Dylan...his arms outstretched, fingers wiggling, ready to hurt the family man once he gets to his feet. Dylan finally does...Peter lunges forward, leaping up for a Tornado DDT...but Thomas throws him off!! Vaughn hits the ropes, bounces off and runs at Dylan from the side...he leaps up looking to drop Dylan with Revenged (ZigZag)...but Dylan holds onto Peter, flips him over his head and brings his gut down across his knee!! Peter hits the mat, holding his stomach in pain! The crowd goes wild. Dylan remains on one knee, reaching for his back~

Smith: Alright Dylan! Way to fight back!

Hood: Right? But every move sends pain into that back, man. Can he even respond to what he’s done quick enough for it to be effective?

Smith: We’re gonna find out.

~Thomas remains on one knee, sucking wind...a shortened oxygen tank thanks to an injured back. Peter Vaughn reaches his feet first, holding his stomach. He goes after Thomas, pulling him to his feet. Thomas shoves him away. Peter lunges forward with a right hand, but Dylan blocks it and BLASTS Peter in the face with a right hand! He pulls Vaughn in close and knees him in the gut. Dylan then takes Peter by the head and tumbles over with a Small Package!! The crowd rises to their feet, counting along with Scruff~

3..NO!

Smith: Aww man!

Hood: For fuck’s sake...thought Dylan had it!

Smith: That’s okay, Dylan. Stay focused.

~Both men scramble to their feet...Peter beats Dylan. He charges at Thomas with a lariat. But Dylan sidesteps. Thomas grabs Peter from behind, as he stumbles past. Peter grabs Dylan’s head for a cutter...so Thomas legs go and spins Peter around...he brings Vaughn in close and hits PERFECT FINISHER (double knee gutbuster)!!!! The crowd goes wild!!! Peter stumbles into a corner, which prevents him from falling to the mat. Dylan remains on the mat, holding his back~

Smith: Yes! C’mon, Dylan! Take him down and pin him!

Hood: Geezus, the guy might actually win this.

Smith: Revenge for Dylan Thomas...a breakthrough win right here in OCW!

~Dylan struggles back to his feet. He sees Vaughn hanging in the corner, head lowered. He charges in for a huge kick to finish him off. But Peter moves!!! Dylan’s leg whiffs...Peter takes him over, rolling him up for a pin!! Scruff slides in! The fans gasp~

3! NO!

Smith: Kick out! Dylan kicked out!

Hood: Holy shit! He went from almost winning it to damn near losing it in less than a second.

Smith: C’mon, Dylan! Keep fighting!

~Dylan hurries, trying to get to his feet, but his back is failing him. Vaughn rushes to his. He sees Dylan on one knee and charges ahead with a knee. Thomas ducks! Vaughn whiffs past Thomas. Dylan reaches his feet...Peter spins around and grabs Dylan from behind taking him to the mat with REVENGED!!! The crowd screams with horror. Dylan is on the mat, holding his back, barely kicking his legs. Vaughn remains down for a second, catching his breath, before slowly reaching his feet and staggering toward the nearest corner~

Smith: Revenged! Vaughn hit Revenged...and now he’s going for The Plunge...it’s all but over at this point.

Hood: Damnit, the former janitor is just too good, I guess.

~Vaughn reaches the top. He looks down at Dylan Thomas and leaps off with THE PLUNGE (shooting star leg drop)!!! He HITS!! The wind is knocked from the lungs of everyone in the venue. Thomas is down. Peter grabs at his knee for a second before turning around and crawling over, covering Dylan Thomas. Scruff slides in with the count~

3!!

NO!!

Smith: SHOULDER UP!

Hood: What the fuck?!

Smith: He’s still in this! He’s not done yet!

~Peter sits up like ‘what the fuck?’ He looks at Scruff. Scruff holds up two fingers. Peter stands up, he walks around, grabbing at his mask, shaking his head, mumbling to himself. All the while, the fans are feeling the energy. They are feeling the hope. “DYLAN THOMAS CLAP CLAP CLAP” pounds the West Texas air. Peter tries to shut them up, but no such luck~

Smith: Peter Vaughn is finding out that when you push a man as far as he pushed Dylan, that person can do extraordinary things.

Hood: Yep, you can definitely push someone too far. Unless you’re Bifford. He seems to have a way of pushing people as far as he wants without any sort of consequence.

Smith: Ah, Biff.

~Peter waves off the crowd noise and goes back after Dylan, pulling him to his feet. But Dylan roars to his feet!! The crowd goes wild!! Thomas smacks and punches Peter with lefts and rights, sending the Craze Champion stumbling into a corner. Thomas whips Vaughn toward the corner across the ring...but Peter reverses! Thomas crashes into the corner, his back slamming into the buckles. Peter rushes in with a clothesline...but Dylan ducks!! Peter hits HARD, front first. He staggers back while Dylan stumbles forward~

Smith: Both men are hurting. Both men are reeling. Who’s going to capture the moment?

Hood: Fuck if I know, dude. I just work here.

~Thomas boots Vaughn in the gut. He hooks him for a powerbomb. He’s going for the CONNECTICUTTER!! He lifts Vaughn up onto his shoulders...but Dylan can’t hold him! His back is too weak. Peter reaches over and flips his positioning, bringing Thomas down with another REVENGED!!! Dylan’s back is SLAMMED into the mat. Peter covers him up...Scruff slides in~

3!!!!

~The bell rings. The crowd sighs with disappointment and sadness~

Belvedere: Here is your winner...AND STILL OCW CRAZE CHAMPION...PETER VAUGHN!!!!!

Smith: Son of a!

Hood: The Janitor did it again. He’s going to compete for the OCW Championship, Smith.

Smith: I can’t believe this!

~Peter rolls out of the ring, like a thief making a break for it. Once his feet hit the grass, he stumbles, looking for his Craze Title. He finds it, picks it up, and clutches it tight, stumbling his way from ringside and down the heel aisle~

Smith: There’s your #1 contender, fans.

Hood: Hey, he’s earned it...and it isn’t like he didn’t JUST get out of a war with one of the best wrestlers on the planet.

Smith: Yea, I know. Just upset is all.

~Thomas rolls out of the ring and takes a seat on the apron, facing his aisle to the back. He lowers his head, shaking it in disbelief, dismay, and disappointment. He drops to the grass...he stumbles, nearly losing his balance. Scruff rushes over to help him...but Dylan motions him to stay away. He doesn’t need any help...like the true warrior he is...riddled with pain, Dylan Thomas makes his own way back down the face aisle to a huge ovation from the fans~

Smith: It didn’t turn out the way he wanted. But there’s no disappointment from anyone...shouldn’t be any for Dylan. He fought the fight of his life tonight...and one move here, one move there, we might be talking about Dylan Thomas as Craze Champion.

Hood: Yea, Thomas is in that Zybala zone. He really needs a win...although, to Dylan’s credit, he’s only face the very, very best in this promotion match after match.

Smith: Nobody has had it tougher in OCW history than Dylan Thomas. Alright fans, let’s head backstage where I’m told Cheasy M is standing by with a report on Supreme Machine.

~We cut backstage. Cheasy M is standing by, combing his mustache. He sees that he’s LIVE and he quickly puts the comb away~

Cheasy M: Thanks guys! Cheasy M back here with an update on Supreme Machine.

~He pauses. Perhaps waiting for a camera cut. But, there is none~

Cheasy M: The update is that there IS no update. Supreme Machine has made his intentions very clear...he wants his Savage Championship back. He also showed all of us during two consecutive MIX rounds that he has no trouble showing up and laying waste to whoever is in the ring.

~Cheasy looks over, spotting Peter Vaughn marching by, Craze Title in his arms. He wants to tell the guy nice match...then again, he doesn’t want Vaughn to go after his family. So, he keeps his mouth shut~

Cheasy M: This all adds up to the question...is Supreme Machine here tonight? And, if he is...will he interject during or after the Savage Title match? If I were a betting man, I’d say yes. OCW didn’t sign Supreme Machine to wrestle Jack Puffer. They didn’t sign Supreme Machine to work his way up. They signed Supreme Machine so he could pick up where he left off six years ago...and, if I were a betting man, I’d say journey picks back up tonight.

~Cheasy’s words are ominous~

Cheasy M: Smith, Hood...back to you guys!

~We cut back to the broadcast booth~

Smith: Thanks, Cheasy. Hood...you think SuMa will be here tonight?

Hood: Is ‘fuck yes’ an option?

Smith: Sure.

Hood: Then I’ll go with hell yes. I predict he shows up and makes it impossible for OCW officials to deny him his Savage Title shot at Masters of Macabre.

Smith: Well, we’re not going to have to wait long to find out. Because...the Savage Title is coming up next.

Hood: Oh wait, I just realized Thad is in this. Damnit. SuMa...brah, maybe wait a little bit, would ya?

Smith: No, no, no...there’s no going easy just because it’s Thad. Thad or not, if SuMa wants that shot and is going to get it...now’s the time.

Hood: Shit.

Smith: Folks, in this hot Texas night, we’re about to witness the second match of one of the hottest stars in all of Pro Wrestling. Thaddeus Duke signed with OCW the Wednesday after Quarantined and, to be honest, this place hasn’t been the same since. He literally broke the cap.

Hood: Place has changed for the better, may I add!

Smith: And I know the headlines lately read James Raven, Betsy Granger, MV Porter, Supreme Machine, Matthew Knox, Chris Spade and so on...but it all began with Thad. And, tonight, Thaddeus returns looking to claim his first OCW belt.

Hood: But it won’t be easy...for as flashy as Thad is…

Smith: BRIM is just as gritty. BRIM shocked OCW by stepping into the Prison Yard Match and nearly winning it all. He left with the Savage Championship as his prize. BRIM’s next match was the main event at House of Cards where he challenged Xavier Lux for the OCW Title. Sadly, BRIM would come up short and, in doing so, lost his Savage Championship. Tonight, he looks to reclaim what was lost.

Hood: And he’s just big enough and just mean enough to do it.

Smith: These two men couldn’t BE more opposite. And, tonight they’ll collide with OCW’s second most prestigious belt on the line. The winner will leave here tonight one win away from challenging for the OCW Title. The loser...falls further down the ladder. It’s BRIM...it’s Thaddeus Duke...and it’s NEXT!

~We cut to the ring. Belvedere stands in the middle. The fans see the Savage Championship graphic and they go wild. “BRIM” chants begin to filter out...Belvedere pauses, listening. Kinda surprising but not really, if you’ve been following Thad’s story. Belvedere clears his throat to a HUGE ovation~

Belvedere: Ladies and gentlemen...it is now time for the OCW Savage Championship!!!

~HUGE ovation~

Belvedere: This match will be conducted UNDER THE LIGHTS...therefore, there will be no count-outs, no disqualifications, and pinfalls can occur anywhere at anytime. Introducing first!

~“Killjill” by Big Boi ft. Killer Mike and Young Jeezy hits! The fans stand and turn, facing the face tunnel...assuming that’s where BRIM’s going to emerge from...AND HE DOES. But, unlike everyone else, BRIM stands inside a tiny, motorized wrestling ring which carries him down the aisle and toward the ring. We get a view from around 8 feet off the ground, seeing BRIM’s head traveling down the aisle with fans arms and hands in the air...cameras flashing. BRIM is focused. He looks mean. He looks ready to fuck somebody up~

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

~BRIM’s cart reaches ringside and comes to a stop. A few attendants rush forward to unhook the ropes so that he can exit. But he tosses them out of the way and rips the damn thing open himself. BRIM storms down and marches toward the ring, heading up the steps and entering into the ring. The Odessa population chants in unison “BRIM! BRIM! BRIM!” BRIM paces the ring, he pounds his right fist into his left hand and shouts, “LETS FUCKING GO!”~

Belvedere: And, his opponent…

~The lights in the venue darken. The crowd goes quiet. And then, the greatest video in the history of wrestling videos begins to air~

~A lion roars! A golden spotlight shoots down, revealing Thaddeus Duke! He stands, for a moment, in the heel endzone. His name flashing beneath his feet. The image of a lion ROARS, breaking his name apart and Thaddeus marches forward, down the aisle toward the ring. He still sports his unzipped, sleeveless white hoodie. Throwing his head back, the hood reveals the beautiful face of pro wrestling’s most handsome man...Thaddeus Duke~

Belvedere: From New York City...standing 6’1 and weighing in at 217 lbs...he is OCW’s most prized recruit...the man who was COURTED...he is...Thaddeus Duke!!

~Duke reaches ringside and places one foot on the steps. The lights return to max capacity, illuminating the scene. Thad stares across the ring at BRIM, the former Savage Champion, who lowers his head, mashing one fist into the palm of his other hand. Thad knows he’s entering the ring with a dangerous man...but, he’s done it before and he’ll do it again. He casually throws his shoulders back, removing his hoodie and he rushes up the steps before entering the ring and remaining in his corner~

Smith: Thaddeus Duke making his second in-ring appearance since signing with OCW.

Hood: Yea, his signing feels like years ago. Glad we’re going back to the weekly format.

Smith: Indeed...although I’m not sure how often Thad’s gonna wrestle on Massacre. He’s on a PPV contract, Hood.

Hood: LEGEND

~Scruff steps into the center of the ring and he holds the Savage Championship high in the air~ Smith: There it is, Hood. One of the most prestigious belts in all of wrestling. That belt has been held by the likes of Scorpion, Scott Syren, SiLVeRFReaK, Mack O’Connor, Matt Meyhu, and...most recently, Xavier Lux.

Hood: And Thad is looking to add his name to that list.

Smith: That OR BRIM reaches rarefied air as one of the few to have claimed it twice.

Hood: Elite company for sure.

Smith: It’s BRIM. It’s Thaddeus Duke. Polar opposites clashing for the Savage Champion…

~The bell rings. Scruff hands the belt to Belvedere who exits just in time. BRIM steps toward the center of the ring and motions for Thad to come at him. Thad remains in his corner, eyeing the situation, taking his time, evaluating what to do. BRIM yells, “C’MON!” Thad smirks and remains in his corner. The fans boo~

Smith: The more BRIM demands the more likely it is that Thad stays put.

Hood: You say that like it’s a bad thing. Why SHOULD Thad go to BRIM? What, so he can get bear hugged or slammed?

Smith: Well, these fans did pay for a wrestling match...it’d be nice if Thad did some wrestling.

Hood: Hey! You can’t rush Thadness. See what I did there? I replaced GREAT with THAD.

Smith: Ugh

~BRIM grows frustrated. Thad’s inability to acquiesce is getting on his nerves. “Punk Bitch!” BRIM yells. Thad smirks, not at all bothered by this chide. Finally, Thad stands up and extends his hands...he motions for BRIM to come to him. The fans boo. BRIM laughs, shaking his head~

Smith: The arrogance!

Hood: You go to him, BRIM. Let him show you the ways.

Smith: BRIM doesn’t have to go to ANYBODY. He’s more than earned his keep around here...far more than THAD has.

~Thad extends his arms, motioning as though BRIM is scared. This, for some reason, gets to BRIM. He charges in...Thad dodges the near 400lbs of infuriated mass. BRIM leaps into the air and eats turnbuckles! Thad rushes in, clobbering BRIM in the back with right forearms! The stunned big man staggers back toward the center of the ring. Thad grabs his huge arm and tries to whip him into the ropes...but BRIM reverses...Thad hits the ropes. BRIM throws a SUPERKICK but Thad ducks and slides beneath BRIM’s leg. He pops up behind BRIM and hits him with a beautiful dropkick, sending BRIM staggering into the ropes~

Smith: And BRIM fell for it...or, should I say, he let his impatience and anger get the better of him.

Hood: Happens a lot with the big guy.

Smith: If he’s gonna play Thad’s game, then he isn’t going to be very successful.

Hood: Everybody plays Thad’s game, Smith. That’s why he’s The THAD. See what I did there? I replaced GOAT with THAD!

Smith: Please, stop.

~Thad rushes in, snaring BRIM by the arm and trying to whip him across the ring...but again BRIM goes for the reversal...Thad ducks a lariat and leaps up, attempting Slingblade...but BRIM catches him and lifts him up on his shoulder!! Thad tries to get free. He rakes away at BRIM’s eyes! BRIM loses his grip and Thad drops back to the mat, on his feet...BRIM stumbles around, blinded. Thad runs into the ropes, he bounces off and jumps at BRIM a second time...and, this time, he takes the big man down with Slingblade!!! BRIM hits hard! The entire ring shakes from impact. Thad goes for a pin~

HUGE KICK OUT!

Smith: Whoa!

Hood: Geezus, that dude is strong.

~BRIM’s kickout sends Thad into the air, landing a few feet away. Thad rolls away, onto the apron and pops back to his feet, quickly. BRIM hurries to his feet...Thad looks on, surprised, as most are, at how fast this guy is for his size. Thad has to alter his assault due to BRIM’s quickness. He leaps onto the top rope and springboards off for a Hurricanrana...he wraps his legs around BRIM’s head...BRIM spins...but Thad is unable to take him over...BRIM keeps spinning and he eventually pulls Thad up and drops him with a sitout powerbomb!!! The crowd goes wild!! Scruff slides in for the count~

KICK OUT!

Smith: Wow! We nearly saw the end of Thad’s brief undefeated streak far earlier than expected.

Hood: Becoming very obvious that people will always underestimate BRIM...you don’t realize how athletic this dude is until you’re in the ring with him.

Smith: Indeed, he moves way too fast for a guy his size.

~BRIM shoves Thad away. He gets to his feet. Thad sits up, clearly dazed from the impact. He tries getting up, but BRIM’s got a handful of that luxurious hair very quickly. He jerks Thad off the mat and to his feet. He slings Thad around, pushing him into a corner. BRIM takes a few steps back before leaping up and squashing Thad in the corner! BRIM leans on Thad for a bit, pressuring and smothering the pro wrestling prodigy~

Smith: BRIM using his weight to tire Thad out.

Hood: Smart move. He’s got his hands on Thad...now’s the time to plant those early seeds that will blossom later on.

Smith: Thad’s stamina and speed are his clear advantages. BRIM’s are, obviously, his size and strength. If BRIM can effectively tire Thad out, he will have severely damaged if not completely eradicated both of Thad’s advantages.

~BRIM wraps his arms around Thad and he spins around and slams Thad into the mat with a belly-to-belly suplex! The ring shakes from the impact. BRIM smothers Thad for a cover. Scruff slides in~

Kick Out!!

Smith: Kick out by Thad...but, man, this offense is taking its toll.

Hood: No shit...I think BRIM realized he fucked up against Lux. He gave the dude too much room to breathe and it cost him.

Smith: Doesn’t appear he’s going to make that mistake tonight.

~BRIM leans on Thad for a minute before making it back to his feet. Thad rolls over, he’s already sweating heavily, mouth open, trying to find as much oxygen as he can in this Texas heat. BRIM reaches down once more, gripping Thad by the hair. He drags the young Duke into a corner and slings him, back first against the bottom buckle. BRIM turns around and he jams his ass into Thad’s face, remaining there for awhile as Thad reaches around, trying to find a way out. Scruff checks in on Thad, to see if he’s okay. BRIM shoves Scruff away. He stands and looks down at Thad, who continues to suck wind, his face reddening with each subsequent smother spot. BRIM backs up...he charges forward and leaps into the air for a senton splash...but Thad moves!!! BRIM slams into the corner~

Smith: BRIIM took a chance and it backfired!

Hood: Whew, finally. Alright Thad, catch your breath, buddy. Grab a Pedialyte!

Smith: BRIM’s impatience continues to cost him.

~Thad rolls out of the ring, he leans over the apron, his ribs and inhaling and exhaling quickly. BRIM pulls himself up...he looks down at Thad and snarls. He steps through the ropes and onto the apron. Thad reaches up and punches BRIM in the gut, staggering the big man...Thad runs up the ring steps, onto the apron, he leaps up, wraps his legs around BRIM’s head and takes him off the apron and into the grass with a successful Hurricanrana!!! BRIM lands HARD! His 400lbs THUDS into the dry, hard, west Texas earth. The fans pop for the move. Thad lands relatively safe...he’s winds up on his hands and knees atop the grass~

Smith: What a move! What athleticism! This guy might be arrogant...but he’s got the talent to back it up.

Hood: Fuck yes! He’s the total package, Smith. TOTAL PACKAGE

Smith: Well, I wouldn’t go THAT far. Still a long way to go in this guy’s OCW career.

Hood: Pssh, you listen to me, man. I’ve got an eye for talent.

~Thad pulls himself up via the apron. He turns and goes after BRIM. He begins to pick BRIM apart, stomping on various joins and appendages. The shoulder. The wrist. The knee. The head. Each kick sends BRIM rolling away, trying to avoid another. Thad finally drops to his knees and he begins to punch BRIM in the head, keeping the big man down. BRIM rolls over onto his back, breathing heavily, wincing in pain. Thad pops back to his feet and he stomps the crap out of BRIM’s left shoulder...the former Savage Champion rolls around, holding his shoulder. Thad heads for the ring...he drops to one knee and reaches underneath...he removes a chair! The fans cheer because, well, that’s what fans do when they see weapons. Thad takes the chair and stands over BRIM...he reaches back with the chair and brings it down toward BRIM”s shoulder...but BRIM reaches up and grabs the chair! He rips the chair from Thad’s hands and kicks Duke in the knee, sending the pro wrestling star stumbling back. BRIM rises to his feet, holding the chair...he rotates his afflicted shoulder, wincing. He rears back with the chair, ready to blast Duke...but Thad kicks BRIM in the gut. BRIM bends over, dropping the chair. Thad snares it and stands upright...but, as he does, BRIM jumps up and kicks the chair into Thad’s face with a spinning heel kick!! The crowd goes wild!! Thad falls backward, tossing the chair behind him, hitting the grass~

Smith: And there’s another example of that amazing athleticism BRIM has.

Hood: How DARE he try and ruin Thad’s face. Total dick move. He should be DQ’d.

Smith: There aren’t any DQ’s in this match, Hood.

Hood: For that, there should be.

~BRIM rushes forward and jumps up...he comes down with a splash on top of Thad, squashing Duke into the hardened West Texas turf. He hooks the leg. Scruff flies out of the ring and drops to his knees, making the count~

KICK OUT!

Smith: BRIM keeps trying but Thad keeps kicking out. We’re finding out just how tough the young Duke truly is.

Hood: He’s tougher than nails. TOUGHER than nails.

Smith: Well, I find that hard to believe.

Hood: Try hitting Thad with a hammer. I guarantee you the hammer will break.

~BRIM lays on Thad for a moment, continuing to smother the younger, more athletic competitor. He finally gets to his knees and Thad rolls over, sucking wind. BRIM snares him by the hair, ripping him to his feet...he spins Thad around and shoves him, violently into the apron. Thad’s back hits the edge of the apron hard. BRIM runs in and squashes Thad against the edge of the apron and, as he’s done numerous times before, BRIM leans on Thad, continuing to wear him down. BRIM lifts a knee into Thad’s gut, while leaning into him...he backs away, allowing Duke to double over. BRIM hooks Duke, lifts him up and drops him with a Piledriver on the West Texas dirt! He holds on for a pin...Scruff slides in~

3..NO!

Smith: Another kick out...but, man, Thad is really wearing down.

Hood: It’s one thing to go all night long with some hard bodied beauty...it’s another to deal with 400 pounds of anger weighing on you in ninety degree texas heat...under these fuckin lights.

Smith: Indeed...a different kind of stamina, for sure.

~BRIM returns to his feet. Not a word has been said toward Scruff about any of the counts. He’s learned his lesson from Quarantined. He rips Thad to his feet and hoists him onto his shoulders for a DVD or a Samoan Drop...something impactful. Thad reaches around and rakes BRIM across the eyes!!! BRIM drops Thad and stumbles forward, leaning over the apron. Duke crawls for the chair...he grabs it and reaches his feet...he staggers, gasping for air. BRIM turns around and Thad throws the chair at BRIM. BRIM catches it. Thad lunges forward with HEAT SEEKER...but BRIM dodges it. Both men pass each other...they spin around, BRIM slings the chair at Thad...Thad ducks and knees BRIM in the gut. BRIM doubles over. Duke takes a few steps back and rushes forward, grabbing BRIM’s head and taking him down with a Swinging Neckbreaker!!! BRIM hits hard, dropping the chair and reaching for his neck. Thad remains down, eyes closed, his chest rising and falling rapidly, trying to refill his lungs with oxygen~

Smith: Thad once again, resorting to underhanded tactics to regain control of this match...or, rather, to stave off defeat.

Hood: And, again, it isn’t underhanded...it’s PART OF THE FUCKING RULES

Smith: Okay, calm down.

Hood: No, you.

~BRIM rolls over, getting to all fours, he’s beginning to sweat about as much as Thad. Thad looks over, seeing the monster he’s tasked with defeating, on all fours. Duke sucks it up and gets to his feet...he approaches BRIM from behind. BRIM gets to his knees...Thad throws a swift kick into the back of BRIM’s head, dazing the big man. He yanks BRIM to his feet, hooks him and takes him back down to the hardened ground with a Russian Leg Sweep!!! Duke crawls over, covering BRIM. Scruff slides in~

HUGE KICKOUT

Smith: Another massive kickout by BRIM.

Hood: Yea, but it might have been detrimental.

~BRIM pushed Thad off him so hard, it sent Thad up and onto his feet. Duke heads forward and stomps on BRIM’s face! BRIM yells, “FUCK!” He rolls over, getting onto his knees, shielding his face in the grass. Duke locates the chair and crashes it into BRIM’s back. He snares one of BRIM’s legs and places the chair around it. Thad backs up and hops onto the apron, reaching his feet and looking down~

Smith: He’s going to attempt to destroy BRIM’s ankle, just like he did to Ed back at House of Cards.

Hood: Yes, the technical term is Thaddenizing the ankle.

Smith: No it’s not.

~Duke leaps off and comes down with his foot...but BRIM rolls out of the way!!! Thad’s foot finds the unforgivable Earth. It jars his knee...he stumbles into the guardrail, wincing. BRIM is quick to his feet, kicking the chair off his leg. Thad turns around and is taken down, violently by a spear from BRIM!! The entire crowd lets out a “OOOHHH!” from the impact, which nearly flipped Thad over. BRIM hooks both legs for the pin. Scruff slides in~

3...NO!

Smith: Another kickout by Thad!

Hood: Man, if this were football, BRIM would have been ejected for targeting. In fact, I think he should be DQ’d for targeting.

Smith: Again, there aren’t any DQ’s.

Hood: Well, there should be...at least when something happens to Thad.

~We catch a replay of Thad eating arguably the most devastating spear in OCW history. BRIM’s body runs through him with ease, sending Thad’s body violently backwards, to the ground. We cut back to regular time. BRIM has his hands on Thad’s face, shoving them around his nose and mouth, making things very hot and very uncomfortable for Duke~

Smith: Those massive hands...all that strength. I’m not sure how much more Thad can take.

Hood: So we’re just gonna sit here and let our most prized recruit get smothered out by some guy who lives in a bunker?

Smith: If that’s the way this goes...that’s the way it goes.

Hood: This is why we can’t have nice things, Smith!

~BRIM removes his hands and remains on his knees, catching his breath. Thad is down, gasping for air. BRIM returns to his feet and looks out at the fans...they should words of encouragement. He doesn’t really respond...not one to cater. He pulls Thad to his feet and spins him around, he hooks Duke around the waist...but Thad throws his head back, smacking BRIM in the face!! He grabs BRIM’s head and takes him down with Shell Shocked (RKO)!!!!! BRIM is down!! The crowd pops due to the surprise of the move. Thad remains down, too...he’s exhausted~

Smith: And, out of nowhere, Thaddeus Duke returns to life!

Hood: I think he should win wrestler of the decade for this performance.

Smith: That’s not going to happen.

~Duke sits up...he looks over at BRIM. Thad’s wrestling genius knows its been too long to score a pin. So, he fights to his feet and staggers around, into the guardrail. He leans over, sucking some more wind down. He straightens up and heads for the ring. Duke pulls himself onto the apron and gets to his feet. He looks at BRIM...but, to his dismay, BRIM is returning to his feet. Thad makes a face that says, “can’t get this guy to stay down.” But, he calls an audible...he turns around and leaps off with a moonsault...but BRIM catches him!!! The entire crowd rises!! BRIM leaps up and drops Thad on his head with a Tombstone Piledriver!!!! The fans go wild!!! BRIM throws his entire body on top of Thad!! Scruff slides in~

3! NOOO

Smith: Shoulder up! Thad got the shoulder up!

Hood: THANK THE FUCKING STARS...holy fucking shit.

Smith: I may not be a Thaddeus Duke fan...but he’s tough. Perhaps as tough as I’ve ever seen.

Hood: Don’t worry, you’ll be subscribing to his Onlyfans by the end of this one.

~BRIM reaches his knees and shakes his head, looking down at the amazingly resilient Thaddeus Duke. He slaps him in the face. He leans over to talk shit. Duke suddenly swivels around and wraps his legs around BRIM’s head!! The fans yell and scream, warning BRIM. Thad’s attempting to lock BRIM into End Game!! BRIM slams a few hammer fists down into Thad’s head...the second makes it’s mark, sending the back of Duke’s head slamming into the ground...the hold is vacated. BRIM pulls back and gets to his feet, taking a step away from Duke, looking down at the man who won’t stay down...the man who is lethal, even when he can barely breathe~

Smith: Even BRIM is beginning to realize what we’re all finding out...Thaddeus Duke is as tough as they come...and as dangerous as they get.

Hood: He’s thrown EVERYTHING at my boy, Thad. And he STILL hasn’t come close to winning.

Smith: I wouldn’t go that far...several near falls.

Hood: Yea, yea, sure sure...but I think BRIM is beginning to realize that he can’t beat Thaddeus Duke. Nobody can.

~Duke struggles over onto his back...he crawls, slowly, toward the ring. He reaches underneath for some weapons. BRIM does some quick math. He realizes that, at this stage, the only way Thad can defeat him is with a weapon. Physically, BRIM’s dominated. So, he moves ahead and snares Thad by the legs, yanking him away from the ring. He flips Duke over. Thad tries to kick him away, so BRIM leaps up and comes down with all his weight on Thad’s chest!! The crowd winces, once again. Thad is flattened out. Scruff tries to count, but BRIM stands up, refusing to try for a pin. He rips Thad off the Earth and tosses him into the ring. BRIM marches up the steps and slowly enters through the ropes~

Smith: BRIM taking it back inside the ring. It appears, the only way he can lose this one is if weapons or something unexpected happens.

Hood: This is the epitome of running out the clock with a lead.

Smith: Indeed.

~Back inside the ring, BRIM watches Thad struggling with the ropes to get to his feet. The young man is exhausted. He’s been battered, beaten, and smothered. But, he continues to fight...if BRIM wasn’t trying to defeat the guy, he might help him up, out of respect. Thad reaches his feet...he stumbles around. BRIM reaches back with his giant right hand and yells, ‘SIT YO ASS DOWN!’ He sprints forward, looking to put Thad down with his running palm strike...but Thad ducks!!! BRIM stumbles, coming to a stop. Thad spins around and kicks BRIM in the back of the leg...he kicks him again and again and again and again. He chops BRIM down to one knee...Thad pauses, catching his breath...he hits the ropes, bounces off and smacks BRIM in the face with RUNNING WATERS!! The crowd pops for the move!! Moreso for its owner, Dolly Waters. BRIM falls to his side. Thad rolls away from BRIM after impact...he remains on his back, too exhausted to make an immediate cover~

Smith: Huge move by Thaddeus! But, he’s too tired to make the cover.

Hood: It took just about all he had to kick BRIM down and then smack him in the face. Fuck. I don’t think he’s got enough stamina left to win this thing.

Smith: It doesn’t look good.

~After catching enough breath to move, Thaddeus rolls over and crawls toward BRIM. He throws his arm over BRIM’s chest. But BRIM immediately shoves the arm away, upon feeling it. Thad remains face down, a puddle of sweat forming under his head...thick, white saliva forming around the edges of his mouth. BRIM sits up, shaking his head, rubbing the impacted side. He gets to his feet and grabs Thad, pulling him to his feet. Duke throws a punch, but it misses wildly. BRIM lunges forward and takes Thad down with a lariat!! BRIM reaches down and pulls Thad up once again...BRIM leans into the ropes, they nearly snap...they shoot him forward and he takes Thad down with a running forearm!! Thad hits the mat, hard. He rolls over...he looks around and slowly crawls into a corner. BRIM watches...he waits. Thad gets to the corner and sits down, leaning against the bottom buckle, gasping for air. BRIM runs forward and SQUASHES Thad with a Hip Splash!! He yanks Thad up and scoops Duke into his arms. He tosses Thad over his head with a Fallaway Slam!!! Thad’s down, center of the ring. BRIM stands over him...he’d normally hit a Standing Shooting Star Press, but he’s too fuckin tired...so he leaps up and drops his weight on Thad with a Senton. BRIM leans back on Thad. Scruff slides in with the count. The fans join in~

3!!

NO!

Smith: Thad kicked out! He kicked out once again!

Hood: Okay. This guy just got me pregnant, I think. He’s unbe-fuckin-lievable.

Smith: He’s tougher than a street gang in West Side Story, that’s for sure!

~BRIM sits up, “Son of a bitch!” He shakes his head. He can’t BELIEVE this guy won’t stay down. He’s practically drained of all bodily fluids. Near death via exhaustion and dehydration. BRIM returns to his feet. “That’s it, mother fucker,” he says, grabbing Thad by his soaked head of hair. With Thad on his feet, BRIM hoists him onto his shoulders~

Smith: Crackin Necks!! This was the OCW Finisher of the Month back in June!

Hood: Dude terrified the roster with this move.

Smith: For my money, the most devastating move in OCW.

~Duke’s done his homework and he’s aware enough to remember it. He sticks his fingers in BRIM’s nostrils and tries to rip BRIM’s nose off his face. “AHHHH!” BRIM yells, stumbling, losing his grip. Thad maneuvers his legs around BRIM’s head. He spins his body in front of BRIM. The fans freak out~

Smith: End Game! End Game!

Hood: Yes! Yes! He’s gonna put the big fucker to sleep...c’mon, Thad!

Smith: My gosh, if he pulls this off, that’d be amazing.

~Thad’s just about got it locked in. BRIM stumbles around. Thad’s trying to pull BRIM over….BRIM yells out, he raises Thad up and he SLAMS him into the mat with a modified sitout powerbomb!!! Thad’s arms go limp. His legs, too. BRIM holds onto Thad, for the pin. Scruff slides in! The crowd is going wild~

3!!

NO!

Smith: Geezus Mary and Joseph

Hood: Peter Paul and Mary!

Smith: Earth Wind and Fire!

Hood: Fuck Shit AND Bitch!

~BRIM falls back. He throws his hands in the air. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” he yells. He sits up, shaking his head, looking over at Thad. Duke looks like he could be pinned at any second...but the match has told a different story. He ain’t staying down. Not yet. BRIM stands up...there’s work left to be done~

Smith: You’re so close, BRIM. He can’t kick out of everything! C’mon, one more!

Hood: Well, I guess the ONE good thing about Thad losing is that the Savage Title won’t be appearing on XWF television.

Smith: Whew, thank goodness for that. C’mon, BRIM, finish him off!

~BRIM waits for Thad to get up. He’s got his hand raised...he’s looking to hit SIT YO ASS DOWN. Knock Thad’s head off his shoulders, take the head off the snake. Duke struggles...he reaches for the ropes, trying to pull himself up...his arms barely have any strength left in them. “COME ON, BITCH!” BRIM yells, eager to smack Thad back into his mother’s womb. Thaddeus gets to one knee, hugging the middle rope. “LET’S GO, C’MON!” BRIM yells~

Smith: As soon as Thad reaches his feet, BRIM’s gonna blast him.

Hood: Ah fuck, I can’t watch.

~Duke gets to his feet, his legs are shaky. He nearly falls down...but he holds onto the ropes, keeping his balance. He slowly turns around. BRIM yells, “SIT YO ASS DOWN!” He charges forward, but, as he does, someone slides in from behind Thad~

Smith: Who the heck is that?!

Hood: An angel! Coming down to save Thaddeus!

~The person pops to their feet and they DRILL BRIM in the head with a championship belt!!! BRIM stumbles around, on dream street. We finally get a good view of the assailant~

Smith: That’s THEO PRYCE

Hood: The XWF owner Theo Pryce?

Smith: No, Hood, the Slapchop salesman Theo Pryce...OF COURSE IT’S THE XWF OWNER...AND HE’S GOT THE HART CHAMPIONSHIP WITH HIM!

Hood: He hit BRIM with the Hart Title! Yes!

~BRIM stumbles around. Theo looks at Thad...Thad looks at Theo. Thad then lunges forward and he SMACKS BRIM with HEAT SEEKER!!! BRIM’s body goes stiff and collapses to the mat. Thaddeus crumbles to the ground, on top of BRIM. Scruff slides in with the count~

3!!!!

~The bell rings~

Belvedere: Here is your winner...AND THE NEW OCW SAVAGE CHAMPION...THADDEUS DUKE!!!!!

Smith: I can’t believe it

Hood: WHAT AN ENDING!

Smith: Worst ending ever.

~The fans are IRATE. “BULLSHIT!” “BULLSHIT!” Theo throws the Hart Title over his shoulder and he motions for the Savage belt. Belvedere is hesitant to give it~

Smith: Don’t give that belt to him. He doesn’t work here1

Hood: Maybe not, but his boy does. That’s Duke’s belt!

~Belvedere receives some news from the back, via his earpiece. He shakes his head, disappointed...he hands the belt to Theo. Pryce turns around, both belts in hand. He holds them with his left arm and he helps Thaddeus to his feet. Dueling chants of ‘FUCK YOU THAD’ and ‘FUCK YOU THEO’ fill the Odessa night sky. Theo and Thad don’t care~

Smith: These fans are pissed and I don’t blame them. This jerkwad of an owner runs in here and prevents BRIM, a homegrown OCW talent, from capturing OCW’s second most prestigious championship.

Hood: Hey, he’s proactive, Smith. We’re in a war and HE’s winning.

Smith: Ugh

~BRIM rolls out of the ring. Theo moves to help Thad out of the ring, sensing things could get out of hand very quickly with this angry crowd. Thad pauses before hitting the ropes. Theo exits. He tries to get Thad to exit...but Thad motions for ‘one second’. He turns around and arrogantly holds both the Savage and Hart Championship in the air. BOOOOOOO goes the crowd. “FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!” An exhausted Thad...finding enough energy to piss the fans off~

Smith: As much as I admire his in ring ability...I equally hate his attitude.

Hood: It ain’t bragging if you can back it up, Smith. And Thad did just that...he clashed with mother fucking Goliath on Goliath’s best day and he walked out victorious.

Smith: With a MAJOR assist from his uncle and boss, Theo Pryce.

~Thad’s finished celebrating. Theo waves for him to come on, eager to get out of there. Thad heads for the ropes...but then...THE LIGHTS GO OUT. The crowd responds with a ‘OHHHH SHIT’~

Smith: Uh oh!

Hood: Damnit, not that masked mother fucker.

Smith: He made his intention known...and here he is...this can only mean ONE THING

~The lights come on and SUPREME MACHINE is in the ring. The fans go wild!! Thad turns around...SuMa reaches out, grabbing Duke by the throat! The fans chant “YES!” A “KILL HIM!” chant even emerges...people getting wild. Thad clutches both his belt. SuMa lifts him up and SLAMS him into the mat!!!! The fans jump up and down, frothing at the mouth over this. SuMa looks down at Thad. Theo keeps his distance, as SuMa looks up, glaring down at the XWF owner~

Smith: Alright! Way to go, SuMa!

Hood: This guy keeps attacking people in the dark. I want to see him face someone head on!

Smith: Oh, we’re gonna get that, Hood. I promise.

~SuMa snares the Savage Belt. He looks at it. The belt he wore so proudly. The belt he never lost. The fans chant, “TAKE IT! TAKE IT! TAKE IT!” SuMa pauses for a moment, as if he’s contemplating leaving with the belt. He then holds it up, high in the air to a unanimously positive reaction~

Smith: Supreme Machine...the former and FUTURE Savage Champion!

Hood: Yea, right. Even IF he gets that match, he’s got to get through Thaddeus for that and, well, ask BRIM how IMPOSSIBLE that is.

Smith: Supreme Machine is undefeated. He never lost a match in OCW. He defeated Mack O’Connor and Danny B. He’s an unstoppable monster, Hood. There’s no telling how good he really is.

Hood: Well, fuck me, I think we’re about to find out.

~The lights go back out. Fans scream and lose their minds in the dark. They come back on and SuMa is gone. The Savage Title, however, remains on top of Thaddeus. Theo reaches in, pulling Thad from the ring, along with his two belts. He gets Thad on his feet and helps him down the heel aisle to the back...the fans remain angry, but the Supreme Machine appearance has them feeling a little better about things~

Smith: Thaddeus Duke is the Savage Champion, thanks to an unsolicited assist from his uncle, Theo Pryce. But, Supreme Machine has appeared and thrown down the challenge. It looks like we’re going to get Thaddeus Duke versus Supreme Machine for the Savage Championship at Masters of the Macabre.

Hood: Hell of a match, no doubt. But, hey, now our Savage Championship can get some XWF exposure!

Smith: Ugh, don’t get me started on that. I’m no Welsh fan, but if he can prevent XWF from coming in here and ruining stuff, that’d be great. This border, OUR border, has way too many holes in it.

Hood: Easy, you’re gonna start to sound xenophobic.

Smith: YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.

~We get a graphic that reads EARLIER TODAY. The cameras cut to the outside where there seems to be some commotion going on. We hear Smith and Hood speak in a confused manner.

Smith: Who is that?

Hood: I don't know who the green haired bitch is but that is General Manage, Who'Re inside the car.

~The woman on the car leads a chant. "Sign Ciela Luiz! Sign Ciela Luiz! Sign Ciela Luiz!" The chants echo throughout the road area. Who'Re is unable to turn into the parking garage. The Green Moblins have taken to the street in support of Ciela Luiz. The crowd erupts in a round of cheers as Ciela Luiz, the woman they have been waiting for approaches the crowd. She smirks as she nods in thanks. She uses a megaphone to speak~

Ciela: I appreciate all the love and support each and every one of you have shown to me and to my road to OCW. I am glad you all want me to be signed but this is not the way. We need to keep it peaceful. Please, get off of the GM's car.

~The woman hops down as Who'Re reaches a clipboard out of the window. Ciela takes it in her hand. She smiles as she looks it over. The camera zooms in to show it is an official OCW contract. Ciela signs it and hands it back to Who'Re as the Green Moblins make a path for Who'Re to drive into the parking garage. Ciela looks at the crowd~

Ciela: We did it! Mission accomplished! You may all find your seats!

~Ciela and her Green Moblins celebrate. Our view pulls away, as it does, we catch a quick view of THE SLAM BUSS in the parking lot. Kinda weird that we’d see that AND mention it. But there it is. We cut to the announce table as Smith and Hood look on~

Smith: I guess that shows that hard work and determination pays off.

Hood: We all know there is more to it. Leo seems to be a big fan of hers. I wonder what kind of favors she did for him.

Smith: I’d rather not think about it, to be honest.

Hood: By the way...did you see the SLAM BUSS?

Smith: Do we have to mention that vile automobile?

Hood: The Slam Buss is in the parking lot! An iconic OCW vehicle!

Smith: I hate that vehicle. I hope to never see it again.

Hood: Oh, it’ll be back. It’s always just around the corner.

Smith: Whatever. Anyway...back to relevance. Ciela Luiz pushed, she fought, she campaigned and she earned it! She’s officially signed to OCW! Welcome aboard, Ciela!

Smith: Welcome aboard, Ciela! We at OCW look forward to watching you do great things!

Hood: I’m normally not a fan of green haired people. But she really wanted this and now she’s got it. Respect.

Smith: Indeed...alright fans, it’s time for the contract signing you were promised. Two legends. Two icons. They’ll face in the ring and put their names down on a contract for a match at Masters of Macabre! Let’s head to ringside!

~We cut to the ring. A table is set up for a contract signing. Imagine every contract signing you’ve ever seen. Yep, this is it. Belvedere stands in center of the ring with a mic in his hand. Seated at the table, as the moderator, is Grace Rimmer. Good to see Grace made PPV this go around. Belvedere clears his throat~

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen it is now time for tonight’s contract signing! Chris Spade and Matt Knox have offered and accepted a challenge to compete against one another as Masters of Macabre. These two legends have agreed to show up, here tonight, and sign a contract for the match. Introducing first…

~"Broken, Beaten, and Scared" by Metallica begins to play and the fans go wild as Chris Spade makes his entrance from the face locker room. His name displays under his feet in the endzone. Spade looks around and nods, taking it all end. He may be a legend, but moments like this never fail to inspire. He marches down the aisle, keeping his focus on the ring~

Belvedere: He is a former UWF Champion. He is in the UWF Hall of Fame. Ladies and Gentlemen...Chris Spade!!!

~Spade hustles up the steps and enters into the ring~

Smith: Chris Spade! He signed with OCW a few weeks back...a major acquisition.

Hood: Yea, I’ve seen this dude’s name for years. To finally have him in OCW is very, very exciting.

Smith: Indeed.

Belvedere: And, introducing next…

~Spade paces the ring, awaiting his future opponent. "Hell Broke Luce" - Tom Waits hits! The fans go wild!! It doesn’t take long for Matthew “The Raven” Knox to emerge from the very same locker room as Spade...the face locker room. He, like Spade, takes in the sights and sounds with his name displaying under his feet in the endzone. Knox cracks a half smile and makes his way down the aisle. Fans reach over, trying to get their hands on the pro wrestling legend~

Belvedere: He is the PWV Champion...a man who claims championships wherever he goes...please help me in welcoming Matthew ‘The Raven’ Knox!!!

~Massive ovation. Knox hustles up the steps and he enters into the ring~

Smith: Another huge signing...it isn’t every day you’re able to sign a rival fed’s world champion.

Hood: It’s clear Knox has great taste in promotions. Because...there he is!

~Spade is facing Knox. Knox enters the ring...the two men head right for each other~

Smith: Uh oh! Here we go!

Hood: Shit, fuck Masters of Macabre...impromptu match, baby!!

~But, members of diVersity hit the ring, getting in between the two. The fans boo~

Smith: Our GM sending her goon squad out there to ensure this match doesn’t get spoiled.

Hood: I can’t hate. It’s a smart move. This match is going to sell a shit load of tickets come October 10th.

~Spade stares Knox down. Knox throws his arms up like, “Okay, okay, I get it.” The men take a seat on opposite ends of the table. Cap Slock remains seated in the middle. He slides one contract to Knox and another to Spade~

Cap Slock: GENTLEMEN, THANK YOU FOR AGREEING TO BE HERE TONIGHT FOR THIS HISTORIC CONTRACT SIGNING.

Matt Knox: Fuck you for bringing the peanut gallery

~He spoke while staring at the assholes who made him a liar, he faces Spade then with the same half smile~

Matt Knox: Guess you owe em a drink though...now continue, hype monkey.

Smith: Boy, Matt Knox has a lot of confidence.

Hood: He's a World Champion, Smith. Becoming a world champion is like banging a supermodel. That shit doesn't happen by accident.

~Cap Slock nods~

Cap Slock: WHAT WE HAVE HERE IS A CONTRACT FOR A MATCH BETWEEN TWO LEGENDS. TWO TITANS WITHIN THIS INDUSTRY. WHAT WE HAVE HERE IS A CONTRACT CONFIRMING A MATCH BETWEEN CHRIS SPADE AND MATT KNOX AT MASTERS OF THE MACABRE. SO, IF YOU WOULD, GLANCE OVER THE DOCUMENTATION AND IF YOU HAVE ANY CONCERNS, NOW'S THE TIME TO EXPRESS THEM.

~Cap Slock leans back, folding his hands over his lap. Matthew takes the contract first, flipping through it and reading every other paragraph lackadaisically.~

Matt Knox: Always fun when they hype it up, huh Spade? I mean, considering it's going to be just an exhibition you'd think we were fighting for a title...

~He looks up from the paper, smirking~

Matt Knox: Too bad only one of us is still winning those, eh?

~He gets to the last page, taking a pen and signing like he's John fucking Hamcock~

Matt Knox: When the time comes, I pray you're ready. One thing we both risk? Image. I'd hate for your legacy to get squashed. And I'd hate to start my Ocw run bludgeoning a senior citizen into retirement. This legend shit, this GOAT shit. It gets thrown around as loosely as singles at a Strip Club.

~He pauses, finding the hard cam~

Matt Knox: Shout out to Cashe and Leo.

~A chuckle from the audience~

Matt Knox: but I dont care for labels. I care for impressions. Results. Memories. I'm not unbeatable. But neither Is anyone else..

~A pause~

Matt Knox: All due respect, Spade but not as much as I'm sure you think you deserve. So next month? The real challenge? Earn it

~The smile fades to a smirk that contradicts the intensity of his stare~

Matt Knox: If you can.

~Cap Slock nods, turning to Chris Spade. Spade scribbles his name down, fired up and ready to go. He reaches for his mic and begins to speak. Only, nothing comes out~

Smith: What's wrong with his mic? Is it broken?

Hood: Epic contract signing between two legends and one of our mics is busted. CLASSIC OCW, BABY.

~Spade looks at Cap Slock. Slock looks toward Knox~

Cap Slock: MR. KNOX, MAY CHRIS SPADE BORROW YOUR MIC FOR A RETORT?

~Knox nods, standing and offering the mic. As Spade tales it, Knox yanks him in lifting him onto his shoulders....INTO THE VOID! The Knee followed by the roundhouse sprawls Spade onto the table. He stands over Spade, smiling before picking up the mic~

Matt Knox: I said...on Sight

~Knox spikes the mic into the mat and exits the ring. Cap Slock is on his feet, checking on Spade~

Smith: Knox has just laid Chris Spade out!

Hood: Making a mother fucking statement!

Smith: These two have a date in that ring on October 10th at Masters of Macabre. But, I have no doubt Spade is going to want to get his hands on Knox earlier than that.

Hood: Yep, legends don’t reach that lofty status by running away. Chris Spade is gonna get his...Knox better be prepared.

Smith: Indeed...alright fans, it’s nearly Main Event time. However, before we find out who will face Peter Vaughn in the Main Event of Masters of Macabre...let’s cut to a preview of that event!

Smith: Alright fans...it’s been one heck of a night. New champions. Debuts. Contract signings...you name it, we’ve had it. But, it all has led to this...the Main Event. For the OCW Championship.

Hood: Shit’s gonna get real.

Smith: While these two have crossed swords

Hood: Crossed swords? For fuck’s sake, man. Pick a different analogy.

Smith: I don’t really get the negative reaction, but okay. While these two have crossed paths

Hood: Much better

Smith: While these two have crossed paths in OCW...their history began around a year ago in GCWA. Outcast and Xavier Lux would meet in the ring a number of time...each and every time witnessing Lux emerging victorious.

Hood: There is a caveat.

Smith: Yep, none of those matches were, to my knowledge, one on one. Losing to Lux, repeatedly, is something that has bothered Outcast...and, he’s been very vocal about that.

Hood: Exactly. And then, to make matters worse, Outcast came up short against Lux again, in their OCW debut.

Smith: Another multi-person match. These two are familiar with each other in every way except for one...and we’re going to get the lone, remaining unfamiliar scenario tonight as Xavier Lux and Outcast go one on one for the OCW Championship.

Hood: Lux is the face of this company. He’s quickly emerged as a world-wide star. Whereas Outcast is the old, dying veteran looking to achieve glory before father time calls his number.

Smith: Indeed. This may very well be Outcast’s last shot at an OCW Title. He’s going to lay it all on the line, but, will it be enough to stop the, to this point, unbeatable Lux?

Hood: I mean, that’s the question. Outcast is good. Great, even. But is he as good as Lux? So far, the results would indicate that he is not.

Smith: It’s OCW Champion Xavier Lux defending UNDER THE LIGHTS against Paradigm Champion Outcast. A feud a year in the making...tonight, we’ll find out who the better man is in a one-on-one environment. Everything has led to this, fans. Sit back and enjoy...the OCW Championship is on the line and it is NOW!

~We cut to ringside. Belvedere stands, head held high. It’s main event time and nothing says main event more than BELVEDERE. He’s all class, no ass. Okay, the guy’s got a decent ass...don’t wanna dog my boy like that. The OCW Title match graphic airs to a huge ovation. Chants of “OCW! OCW!” sound out. Belvedere clears his throat...the cheers get EVEN LOUDER~

Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen it is now time for our Main Event of the evening!!!

~MASSIVE OVATION!! The alcoholics run to the refreshment to double up on beers so they’ll last throughout the match. The diehard fans hide their erections. And, the females in attendance reach peak fertility. IT’S TIME~

Belvedere: This match is for both the OCW and Paradigm Championships! It will take place Under the Lights...meaning there will be no count ounts and NO DISQUALIFICATIONS. Pinfalls may take place anywhere!

~’FUCK YES! FUCK YES!’ chants fill the air~

Belvedere: Introducing first…

~Binge & Purge by Clutch hits! The fans go crazy! It becomes very clear very fast that Outcast and his ‘last stand’ story has won them over. Plus, these West Texas people can relate to the lifestyle and hard times of a man like Outcast. The Paradigm Champion emerges from the face tunnel, Paradigm Strap over his shoulder. His name flashes beneath his feet. He looks down at it and snorts...he’s not much for all this hoopla. He just wants to fight...and, so, he makes his way to the ring~

Belvedere: From Chicago, Illinois...standing 6’1 and weighing in at 228lbs...he is the OCW Paradigm Champion...he is...Outcast!!!

~Outcast reaches the ringside area. Fans begin to chant his name. He shows no concern over the support, instead, he tosses the belt into the ring, hops onto the apron and enters through the ropes. Leaving the belt behind, he makes his way toward the side of the ring nearest the heel entrance, awaiting the appearance of THE CHAMPION~

Belvedere: And, his opponent…

~"The Infection " by Disturbed breaks through the people’s chants and cheers. It smashes the Odessa night sky. OCW Champion, ‘Venom’ Xavier Lux steps out of the heel tunnel, looking down at his name. He nods and smiles...he removes the belt from his waist and holds it high...our view pans out to get a full scale shot of The Champion holding his belt high with thousands of fans looking on~

Belvedere: From Los Angeles, California...standing 6’2 and weighing in at 225lbs...he is the reigning and defending OCW Champion...he is ‘Venom’ Xavier Lux!!!!

~Xavier, belt held over his head, thrusts it forward at the announcement of his name. He marches down the heel aisle. There aren’t exactly boos pouring down...moreso people continuing to lend their support toward Outcast. Lux pauses halfway down the aisle. He looks around, nodding, “Okay, okay.” He sees how it’s gonna be~

Smith: And there’s our champion...it’s becoming a realization...he’s stepping in against the proverbial underdog. He’s going to wage war against a sympathetic anti-hero. Lux will have Outcast PLUS these fans against him tonight.

Hood: Dude’s carried this company on his back all year and this is the kind of disrespect he gets? BULLSHIT

Smith: How can you NOT pull for Outcast?

Hood: Easy, you treat him like 99% of people treat geriatric fucks. Toss him into a home and forget he exists.

~Xavier spots a fan wearing an Outcast shirt, leaning over, talking shit. Xavier heads his way. Xavier points out his OCW Title and welcomes the fan to hop over the rail. The crowd pops. We’re not sure why...until Xavier is run over!!! He tumbles down the aisle, dropping his OCW Title. He tries to get up but is kicking the face, flattening the OCW Champion out in the grass. Standing over him is Outcast~

Smith: And Outcast couldn’t wait any longer!

Hood: Of course not, he could die at any second.

Smith: He’s not THAT old, Hood.

~Xavier tries to hurry to his feet, knowing he’s in danger of losing control early on. Outcast knees him in the face, sending him back to the ground. Outcast stays on top of Lux, snaring him by the back of his neck and yanking Lux to his feet...he then slings him into the guardrail. Lux lands head first!! A huge skull on metal collision. Outcast stares at the fan Lux was talking shit to...he says, “Have at it.” The fan along with a few others lean over and begin to punch Lux in the back, sending the OCW Champion to the ground. Outcast, meanwhile, bends over and grabs the OCW Title...he stares into the gold plate, spotting his reflection~

Smith: That could be his at night’s end, Hood. A dream realized.

Hood: And that would be the END of OCW. It’d be worse than Ehud winning the damn thing.

Smith: Ehud was, like, 87 years old!

Hood: So a few years younger than Outcast. Got it.

~Outcast enjoys the moment...but not too long. He thrusts the belt high in the air. The fans respond by chanting “YES! YES! YES!’ Outcast turns around and waves the violent fans back. He pulls Xavier up, leaning him against the guardrail. He SLAMS the OCW Title into Xavier’s gut. Xavier doubles over. Outcast SMASHES the plate of the belt into Lux’s back, sending him to all fours. Outcast raises the belt high and brings the plate crashing down into the back of Xavier’s head, flattening the OCW Champion out on the grass. The fans go wild. Outcast sits up, holding the belt. He looks at Scruff and hands him the belt, “Put that somewhere safe” he says. Scruff runs to the ring to give the belt to Belvedere~

Smith: Outcast showing respect for the ultimate prize in this profession.

Hood: Only after he used it as a weapon.

Smith: When in Rome, Hood.

Hood: WE’RE NOT IN ROME

~Outcast grabs Lux and drags him down the heel aisle, toward the endzone. Lux fights back with a couple of stiff elbow shots into Outcast’s midsection, bending the Paradigm Champion over. This gives Xavier some time to create distance, recovering from the belt shots and received. He staggers toward the beginning of the aisle and into the endzone. Outcast straightens up and charges at Lux...Lux ducks and lifts Outcast up with a back body drop!! Outcast lands HARD on the screen atop the endzone, displaying the wrestlers names. He arches his back in pain. Lux looks down, upon hearing the thud and realizes the surface beneath his feet could be quite damaging~

Smith: Those screens were designed for aesthetics...NOT for violence.

Hood: You act like this is your first time calling an OCW PPV.

Smith: I guess I just hope for the best...regardless of always experiencing the worst.

~Xavier kicks Outcast, keeping him down. He stomps on the screen, it’s definitely hard and unforgiving. The word ‘Venom’ is displayed in that bright, vibrant green color. Xavier pulls Outcast up. He knees Outcast in the gut and hooks him fro a Snap Suplex. Outcast blocks it! Outcast punches Xavier in the ribcage a few times, weakening his grip. Lux stumbles back. Outcast launches forward with a lariat, knocking Xavier onto his back! He, too, hits hard onto the screen, wincing in pain. Outcast drops an elbow across Xavier’s throat. He immediately reaches for his arm, holding it in pain. Yep, that shit hurts. Outcast, like Lux, realizes he can do some damage~

Smith: Great, now both men are going to try and use that screen as a weapon.

Hood: As opposed to, what? Roller skating atop it?

Smith Why can’t they just leave it alone and head to the ring? Why can’t we have a good, old fashioned wrestling match as our Main Event?

Hood: You’re starting to sound like Paras.

~Outcast pulls Xavier up and hooks him for a DDT! But Xavier, like Outcast, does not want to hit that hard surface. He punches Outcast in the ribs. Outcast staggers back...Lux is free. He throws a haymaker at Outcast...Outcast sucks and lifts Xavier up for a side suplex! But Xavier rakes Outcast across the eyes. Each time a competitor comes close to being slammed down, the crowd rises. Xavier hooks Outcast in a headlock and punches him in the face...once, twice, three times. He then rushes forward for a Bulldog...but Outcast shoves him off! Xavier turns around and eats a boot to the gut! Outcast hooks him, lifts him up and brings him crashing down on top of his head with a Piledriver!!! The fans go wild!!! The screen cracks and malfunctions, erasing the name ‘Venom’. It’s just a series of tech glitches underneath them. Outcast covers Lux...Scruff slides in~

Kick Out!

Smith: Outcast just destroyed Xavier’s...ground tron?

Hood: Groundtron works.

Smith: Is this an omen? Is Outcast going to erase Xavier’s run as OCW Champion by night’s end?

Hood: You read way too much into this shit, man.

~Outcast slams the back of Xavier’s head into the screen, keeping him down. He gets to his knees and feels around...the screen is cracked and broken. He pulls and pries, eventually ripping a sharp, jagged piece of the screen off. He looks at it...a pretty decent shard...shank...shiv...WHATEVER. It can totally cut someone. Outcast grips Xavier by the throat and tries to dice his head open with it...but Lux blocks Outcast’s attempt. He spits in Outcast’s face, stunning the Paradigm Champion. Lux rolls away, getting to his feet. He stumbles around, holding his head from the Piledriver. Outcast gets to his feet...he rushes at Xavier with the shard, but Xavier bends over and picks Outcast up on his shoulders! Outcast tries cutting him, but Lux falls back with a Samoan Drop!!! Outcast lands HARD on the screen, gasping for air...the wind knocked from his lungs. Xavier sits up...he yanks the shard out of Outcast’s hand and tosses it away. He returns to his feet, pulling Outcast up and slinging him out of the endzone and into the heel tunnel. Our view follows~

Smith: Well, at least nobody got cut.

Hood: Kind of a disappointment, not gonna lie.

Smith: But now they’re heading into the tunnel...getting farther and farther from ringside.

Hood: Think they’ll make it to New Mexico?

Smith: I doubt it.

~The tunnel is made of fairly cheap material. Plywood, mostly...painted to look nicer than it actually is. Inside, Xavier reaches for Outcast...but the Paradigm Champion grabs him by the arm and slings him into the side of the tunnel. Xavier hits hard...the tunnel shakes. He responds with a punch into Outcast’s face, staggering the veteran. He punches him again...he grabs Outcast and whips him into the side of the tunnel, returning the favor...it shakes once more as Outcast hits hard. Xavier reaches for Outcast’s face, raking him in the eyes. Outcast stumbles deeper into the tunnel, holding his face in pain. Lux gives chase~

Smith: They’re gonna be in the heel locker room before too long!

Hood: We got any hot heel women that might be back there...ya know, just hanging out.

Smith: That’s vile and sexist...it’s 2021, Hood.

Hood: Don’t remind me.

~Xavier reaches for Outcast, only to get elbowed in the gut. Outcast grabs Xavier and tries to throw him head first into the side of the tunnel...but Xavier puts on the brakes and reverses, slinging Outcast into the side of the tunnel. Outcast hits hard. Xavier chops Outcast across the chest. He delivers a straight right hand into Outcast’s face. He takes a few steps back and charges forward with a spear!! They go through the wall of the tunnel, crashing into the heel backstage area!! Cheasy M is in the middle of a poker game with Grace Rimmer...looks like it’s strip poker. Xavier gets to his feet and he flips the table over….Cheasy and Rimmer run off. Lux looks around and sees that they are in a high school football locker room~

Smith: Well, you almost got your wish, Hood.

Hood: Shame Cheasy evidently sucks at poker. Would have liked to have seen more of Grace.

Smith: These two are in the locker room now...I’ve lost all hope that this thing will make it back to the ring.

Hood: Atta boy

~Xavier grabs the chair Cheasy was sitting in...he folds it up and rears back to hit Outcast. Outcast, on all fours, charges forward, bullying Xavier back and into a set of lockers attached to the wall! They hit hard!!! Xavier drops the chair and doubles over. Outcast grabs the chair and he smashes it across Lux’s back!!! He does it again and again and again, beating Lux to the ground. He slings the chair out of view and sets the cheap, plastic table back up. Outcast pulls Xavier to his feet...he boots Xavier in the gut, picks him up and powerbombs him through the plastic table, shattering the top!!! Lux is down, Outcast goes for the pin, the fans count along~

KICK OUT!!

Smith: Xavier Lux kicks out! His OCW Title reign teetering on the brink!

Hood: Whew, man. Outcast sure does know how to brawl. Pretty sure he’d rather fight in a locker room than a ring.

Smith: Then why did he become a wrestler?

Hood: Probably because his underground fight club shut down after Tyler Durden shot himself. Oh, and money, too.

~Outcast punches Lux in the face a few times, keeping him down. He returns to his feet and grabs Lux. Outcast spots the bathroom. He drags Lux in there and kicks open the door to the lone stall. He looks at the toilet and drags Lux toward the bowl~

Smith: Ugh!

Hood: SWIRLIE TIME!

Smith: I just hope whoever used it last flushed.

~It appears they did, indeed, flush. Although, that’s not saying much. This toilet is old, used, and in desperate need of a thorough cleansing. Outcast tries to dunk Xavier’s head into the toilet, but Xavier resists, grabbing the bowl and using all his strength to prevent being dunked. He then rears back, slamming the back of his bald head into Outcast’s mouth, stunning the Paradigm Champion. He snares Outcast by the hair and brings him forward, slamming his face into the toilet seat! It makes a very innocent, very sick ‘ping’ sound. Outcast’s legs give out and he falls to the side of the toilet bowl...looking like a dude who’s had a few too many. Lux rips the seat off the toilet and grabs Outcast by the legs, dragging him out of the stall~

Smith: Lux might want to try a pin here, I’m not sure Outcast is conscious after that impact.

Hood: He’s got other ideas, Smith. He wants to end Outcast...not JUST defeat him.

Smith: Well, in the process of trying to go above and beyond, he might wind up losing that which is most precious.

~Lux pulls Outcast up. He lifts him up for an Atomic Drop...Outcast’s feet hit the shallow ceiling of the locker room bathroom. Lux brings Outcast down, slamming his crotch and ass into one of the urinals!! The impact breaks the urinal off the wall, sending water shooting all over the place. Outcast falls to the tiled floor, holding his groin in pain. Lux begins to beat him with the toilet seat, until Outcast stops moving. He rolls Outcast over and goes for the pin. Scruff appears, making the count...his hand splatting atop the wet tiles with each count~

KICK OUT!

Smith: Outcast survives! It’s going to take a lot...probably more than Lux has ever dished out, to keep that man down tonight.

Hood: This is Outcast’s Alamo. Which sucks, because they all died.

Smith: I’d be careful besmirching the Alamo in Texas, Hood.

Hood: Bah, that’s San Antonio, man. This state is fuckin huge. Kinda like its own country.

~Xavier shakes his head, looking down at arguably the toughest wrestler alive. Water continues to shoot up and cascade down Xavier’s head and shoulders...probably feels kinda nice, to be honest. Lux returns to his feet and pulls a wet Outcast up and drags him across the locker room. He slings Outcast head first into the push bar across the locker room door...the door flies open and Outcast tumbles into the parking lot! A few OCW technicians bolt, not wanting to get involved in the action. It’s pretty clear this is an ‘employee’ parking lot...so there aren’t any fans. Just vehicles and equipment and whatnot. The door starts to shut, but Xavier kicks it open and joins Outcast in the parking lot~

Smith: And now they are in the parking lot.

Hood: You see that? Outcast is trying to get to his car so he can drive away! He’s scared!

Smith: He is not!

~Lux reaches down to grab Outcast by his wet hair, but Outcast punches him in the crotch. Xavier leans forward, neutralized. Outcast gets to one knee and he delivers a vicious uppercut into Xavier’s face, sending the OCW Champion upward and reeling back. Outcast returns to his feet, staggering. He delivers three vicious European uppercuts...Lux starts to fall back, but Outcast brings him forward into a muy thai clinch! Outcast lifts several knees, trying to catch Lux flush in the face...finally, he does!! Xavier crumbles to the ground, holding his nose in pain. Outcast takes a moment to catch his breath and look around, running his hands through his wet hair~

Smith: If this were MMA, I think Xavier might be out!

Hood: Yea, but MMA is for pussies. This is OCW!

Smith: I wouldn’t go that far but, yes, you don’t see many parking lot brawls in MMA.

~Outcast pulls Lux to his feet and he slings him into the back of a white van...a creepy white van. We get a better view of it and see it’s THE SLAM BUSS!! Outcast rips the back door open and a bunch of candy falls out. He’s like “WTF”. He kicks the candy away and reaches inside, locating a video camera. He turns it on and begins to record Lux, who is struggling on the ground. He then rears back with the camera and breaks it across Xavier’s head!!! Lux is down. Outcast tosses the broken camera aside and goes for the pin. Scruff carefully drops to his knees and makes the count~

KICK OUT!

Smith: Lux survives...but for how long, at this point?

Hood: So there’s actual candy in the Slam Buss? The guy who drives that thing knows you don’t HAVE to have candy in there, right?

Smith: I really don’t want to continue this line of conversation.

Hood: Good call.

~Outcast returns to his feet...he heads back for the Slam Buss and searches for another weapon. He finds a personally autographed photo of Tony the Spider. He throws it away. He finds some duct tape and furrows his brow, before throwing that away. He then emerges with a tire iron. He smiles, holding the hard, unforgiving, metal comprised weapon. We get a shot of Xavier...his head is bleeding from the camera shot and his nose appears busted from the earlier knees. Outcast swings the tire iron down at him...but Lux moves!! The tire iron hits the pavement, breaking some of it apart. Lux struggles to his feet...he goes after Outcast, realizing the guy is trying to possibly murder him. Outcast swings the tire iron at him again, but Lux blocks it and he kicks Outcast in the gut. Xavier rips the tire iron from his hands and throws it to the side...we hear it clinging against the concrete out of view. Lux kicks Outcast in the gut again...he delivers a roundhouse kick into the side of Outcast’s face….staggering the Paradigm Champion. He steps back and delivers a thrust kick into Outcast’s throat!! Outcast is about to fall down...Lux rushes forward, he wraps his legs around Outcast’s head and he tosses Outcast INTO THE SLAM BUSS with a hurricanrana!!! Outcast’s body tumbles, violently into the Slam Buss, sending the vehicle bouncing around. Lux manages to land semi-safely on the concrete. He reaches for his knee, finding it scuffed up~

Smith: A hurricanrana into the Slam Buss!

Hood: When that bus is a rockin don’t come a knockin!

Smith: Or, maybe call the police.

Hood: Yea, do that.

~Xavier reaches his feet. He looks at the Slam Buss but doesn’t really wanna go in there to get Outcast. No telling what’s been...spilled inside that thing. He pauses for a moment...flashing lights in the darkness catch his eye...they belong to an Ambulance. Standard procedure for an event like this. Like a moth, Xavier heads for the lights~

Smith: He’s going for the ambulance!

Hood: Oh man, neither of these men are strangers when it comes to one of those. Do you think Xavier is going to drive Outcast to the hospital?

Smith: I don’t think so, Hood.

~Xavier reaches the ambulance. THE KNIFE MAN is standing by, talking to an EMT. The Knife Man sees Xavier and waves his giant blade around, happily, “Why, hello there, Xavier, it’s so nice to...AHH!” Lux tosses The Knife Man out of view. He grabs the EMT behind the wheel and throws him out of view, as well. We are treated to a WILHELM scream as he flies away. Lux gets behind the wheel and revs the engine, watching...waiting for Outcast to emerge from the back of the SLAM BUSS~

Smith: He’s going to try to run Outcast over!

Hood: Death by ambulance. Ironic.

Smith: Somebody needs to warn Outcast!

~Xavier waits and waits and waits. But Outcast never emerges. And then, something unexpected happens. The brake lights to the SLAM BUSS turn red. The SLAM BUSS backs up and straightens out, facing Lux and the ambulance. We get a view and OUTCAST is behind the wheel~

Smith: Outcast has hot wired The Slam Buss and he’s facing Lux and the ambulance!

Hood: Dude must have heard Lux revving that engine.

Smith: Indeed, I think he did!

Hood: This is unfortunate, though…because now there will be images all over the internet of Outcast driving The Slam Buss.

~Lux revs the Ambulance. Outcast revs the Slam Buss, which sends a bunch of horrible black smoke into the atmosphere. Neither man seems willing to get out...both seem dead set on colliding. Lux hits the gas! Outcast slams on the gas! They charge at one another...we can hear the fans in Odessa hold their breaths~

Smith: No...somebody has got to turn!

Hood: You calling the two dudes in our main event CHICKEN?

Smith: Of course not...but somebody is gonna get seriously injured and come out of this looking like a big turkey.

Hood: Woof.

~The vehicles pick up speed, heading for a massive collision. We wait. We hold our breaths. Who’s gonna turn? Is somebody going to turn? CRASH!! Head on collision!! The fans in Odessa gasp...there’s an eerie silence as thick, gray smoke billows out from the wreckage, masking the carnage. EMT’s rush in, checking on the two stars~

Smith: OH MY GOSH!

Hood: Welp, that’s it. They’re both dead. Does this mean Thad is the OCW Champion?

Smith: We need help out here!

Hood: EMT’s are on the scene, man.

Smith: We need more help...all the help! Geezus!

~”HELP!” one of the EMT’s shouts out. The smoke begins to clear and we see Outcast laid out on the front hood of the Slam Buss. He’s bloody and unconscious...his body crashed through the front windshield upon impact. The fans collectively gasp when they get the visual of the Paradigm Champion’s wrecked body. We cut away...an alternative view….EMT’s rip the driver’s side door of the ambulance open to discover Xavier Lux, leaning into an airbag, behind the wheel. He, too, is unconscious~

Smith: Both men are in bad shape.

Hood: Yea, but at least Lux had an airbag. Outcast just went in without protection and got all fucked up.

Smith: Can these men even continue? Are we going to stop the match?

Hood: Shit if I know...but it’s hard to imagine these guys continuing after this.

~The EMT’s manage to deflate the airbag. As it does, Xavier’s eyes slowly open...his nose is still busted, his head still bleeding...but there doesn’t appear to be any additional damage. At least, on the surface. Lux says, “Where is he? Where’s Outcast.” The EMT’s try to pull him out of the ambulance. Xavier’s eyes look ahead and he sees Outcast’s bloody body atop the hood of the Slam Buss. Lux shoves and pushes the EMT’s away, to the parking lot ground. He reaches up with his foot and he kicks the windshield of the ambulance out. He crawls up and through the opening, onto the hood of the ambulance. The fans pop~

Smith: I can’t believe it. He’s still trying to compete!

Hood: I’d say our EMT’s should do a better job at restraining him but...ya know, Classic OCW.

Smith: It’s all academic at this point. For the sake of both men, I hope Xavier pins Outcast so they can both get to the hospital.

~Xavier stands...he wobbles. He nearly falls off, but he sucks it up and regains his composure. He reaches down, grabbing Outcast. EMT’s try to wave him off, so he lets Outcast go and kicks all the EMTs in the head, one by one, knocking them out. He then grabs Outcast by his blood soaked hair, pulling him over onto the Ambulance hood. We see a streak of blood left behind atop the crushed, white hood of the Slam Buss. Xavier tosses Outcast from the hood onto the top of the ambulance. He crawls up there, joining the Paradigm Champion. Xavier makes the pin. Scruff scurries up there to make the count~

3!!

NO!!

Smith: WHAT

Hood: Shoulder up! Geezus, he’s still alive.

Smith: I can’t believe it...he’s going to literally kill himself trying to win this match.

Hood: Well, I mean, he did say it was all or nothing.

~The crowd yells with shock. Xavier gets to his knees...he looks down at Outcast, shaking his head. The OCW Champion coughs, obviously dealing with some internal injuries. He reaches his feet and pulls Outcast up. He hoists Outcast onto his shoulders~

Smith: The Cure! He’s going to give him The Cure on top of the ambulance!

Hood: And, in effect, he will cure the wrestling world of Outcast’s career!

~Xavier has Outcast in position...but the old man elbows Lux in the side of the head. He elbows him again and again and again...Lux weakens. Outcast manages to wiggle free...he kicks Xavier in the groin, hooks him and lifts him up, dropping Xavier on his head atop the ambulance BURNOUT (package piledriver)!!!!! Outcast holds on for the pin...Scruff slides in...the fans count along~

3!!!!

NOOOOOO

Smith: I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!

Hood: Lux kicked out of Outcast’s finisher ON TOP OF A MOTHER FUCKING AMUBLANCE!

Smith: Is this man even beatable?

Hood: Maybe, so long as your name isn’t Outcast.

~Outcast leans back, covered in blood. His eyes appear devoid of hope. He looks at Scruff, almost pleading with him to say it was a three count. Scruff, standing atop the ambulance shakes his head ‘no’ showing two fingers. Outcast drops his arms and lays on top of the vehicle, staring at the starry, night sky of West Texas. Wondering. Contemplating. Can he do this? Is he good enough to win? Has he EVER been good enough to win? Doubt has crept in~

Smith: A true moment of contemplation for Outcast. Self-doubt. He’s never won the OCW Title...he’s come close, but never achieved ultimate glory. And, here he is...close once again, but he can’t keep Lux down.

Hood: Sometimes you can be really good...like, really, really good...but just not great. I think Outcast falls into that category. He’s good...he’s a hell of a supporting actor, but he just isn’t main event level.

Smith: I’m holding out hope he’ll make you eat those words.

~Xavier rolls away from Outcast and pushes himself to all fours. He reaches for his neck, it hurts...having been compressed via the piledriver. Outcast sits up, he looks over at Lux and throws a kick into the side of Xavier’s face. Lux rolls near the edge of the ambulance, nearly falling over. Outcast struggles to his feet. He heads over toward Lux...he pulls Xavier up and tries to throw him off the top of the ambulance...but Lux drills Outcast in the gut with an elbow!! Outcast staggers back. Lux throws a punch!! Outcast staggers near the edge of the ambulance. Outcast responds with a punch of his own!! Lux stumbles back. Outcast hits Lux again...Xavier teeters on the edge of the ambulance. The crowd rises and falls with each and every punch~

Smith: These men are going to brawl until one of them goes over!

Hood: It’s gonna be Outcast, man. We all know it will be.

Smith: C’mon, Outcast! Defeat that inner doubt and rise up, take that OCW Title! You can do it, man!

~They continue to brawl...each man giving the other their best shot, trying to knock their opponent off the ambulance, onto the parking lot, and into certain defeat. Outcast gets one punch in, two punches, three punches...Lux is about to go over!! But, Xavier lifts a knee into Outcast’s sternum, staggering the Paradigm Champion...he punches and punches...Outcast staggers to the edge of the ambulance. Lux takes a step back and throws a roundhouse kick!!! But, Outcast ducks! He hooks Xavier around the waist, looking to German Suplex him off the ambulance. The crowd freaks out~

Smith: Don’t do it, Outcast! That’s too much!

Hood: Oh, so you want the guy to win but you don’t want him to win? Like, make up your mind, man!

Smith: I just don’t want to see anyone seriously injured.

Hood: Look at these two guys...TOO LATE

~Lux throws a back kick, into Outcast’s groin! He hoists Outcast up onto his shoulders, looking to hit THE CURE off the ambulance and onto the pavement! The fans scream and yell. Outcast isn’t moving~

Smith: NO!

Hood: DO IT!

~Outcast suddenly bites Xavier on the head! Lux loses his grip, Outcast moves from Xavier’s shoulders, to his back, facing down. He then pulls his legs back and takes Xavier over the edge of the ambulance!!! The two men flip positions on the way down in a modified Canadian Destroyer movement with Outcast slamming Lux onto the concrete with BURNOUT!!!!! The crowd goes wild!!! He holds on, leaning forward for the pin. Scruff counts from the top of the ambulance~

3!!!!!!

~Outcast lets go and falls to his side, going unconscious. The fans go wild!! The bell rings~

Belvedere: Here is your winner...AND NEW OCW CHAMPION...OUTCAST!!!!!

~The fans chant “YES! YES! YES!”~

Smith: He did it! Outcast did it! I can’t believe it!

Hood: Mother fucker. Neither can I. But, I mean, at what cost? Is this dude gonna be able to defend this thing?

Smith: That, I don’t know. Hopefully we can get some medical attention out there, now.

~The EMT’s rush in, checking on the two men. Neither of whom are moving~

Smith: And the belt...where’s the belt?

Hood: It’s at ringside, man.

Smith: So Outcast isn’t even gonna get to hold the belt after his historic win?

Hood: Not immediately, anyway.

~The Knife Man waves his giant blade in the air, signaling for help. Two ambulances back up, coming to a stop near the carnage. The doors open and stretchers are immediately pulled out~

Smith: There’s no questioning. No need to check on these two….they have to go to the ER NOW.

Hood: Blood transfusions. Surgery. Who knows what else...they fucked each other UP.

~Outcast and Xavier Lux are both loaded and strapped onto a stretcher. They are placed into the back of their own ambulance~

Smith: What a sight. Our World Champion. Our former World Champion. Our main event. Leaving the venue in the back of an ambulance.

Hood: This feud. That match. It literally brought them both to the brink of death.

Smith: That it did...but, in the end, Outcast was finally able to get over the hurdle and capture his first World Championship.

Hood: Well fuckin deserved.

Smith: Assuming he can recover in time, Outcast will now look ahead to Peter Vaughn...they’ll clash for the OCW Title at Masters of Macabre.

Hood: It just never gets any easier, does it? These guys get injured...they heal up just in time for a PPV only to get injured all over again.

Smith: Such is the life in OCW.

Hood: So what happens to Lux?

Smith: He’s been the face of this promotion since he returned. This loss is gonna sting. The first one always does. But he’s still one of the very best we’ve got and I’d be shocked if he weren’t back in that main event picture soon.

Hood: No doubt.

Smith: Well, that does it for us, folks! We hope you enjoyed Under the Lights! We’ll see ya one week from tonight as Massacre returns to OCW! See you then!

~We get one final hot of the doors to both ambulances being shut. They drive off, their tail lights shining in the dark. We slowly fade out~