Wheel Of Misfortune

OCW Presents: WHEEL OF MISFORTUNE!
LIVE! Sunday, April 30th, 2023
SONY STUDIOS WHEEL OF FORTUNE SOUND STAGE BURBANK, CALIFORNIA

In Pro-Wrestling, Sports Entertainment, some bastardized version of the in between we can always count on the OCW-Man to save us from the status quo. We call a show Survival of the Fightiest, another popular promotion holds Survival of The Fittest. We crash land on an island of men that crash landed forty years prior on the mission to prove “australia” is just a fictional land down under where they worship a deity, a Volcano named Frank then they host an island filled with suplexes. Minus the deity of course.

We are called misogynistic bastards yet two of our biggest and brightest stars were two women of a family so despised it’s fitting that they prop the OCW-Man Up. We could make blocked caller phone calls and ask which one of their favourite slashers inspired their new niche home. The OCW-Man encompasses them all.
A chair flies through the patio doors, the house filled with the smoke of Jiffy Pop burning away on the stove in the kitchen, and the OCW-Man dressed like the new medic SLASH mechanic, GhostKnife, floats over the ground like the Nurse in that fucking survival horror video game, Dead By Daylight (but hey, we at least know what DBD is), chasing who were fooled into thinking they are the Final (girl) Promotion because of their hallucinated status of being better than the big, bad, and evil OCW-Man.
GhostKnife/OCW-Man floats across our screens, as a couple middle-aged men cry while peeking through the window to come face first with their attacker, the face of OCW-Man concealed by the famous Fun World copyrighted trademark costume in six world-wide successful movies, comes crashing through, slitting all the fucking throats it can.
OCW-Man wants to play a game. Not one that will lead to a gruesome death through torture porn horror, not one about your favourite scary movies, but one of how you will survive your Misfortunes?
Champions who rely on their Finishers or Top Rope Maneuvers have to think outside the squared circle. Some who make a living crushing skulls, like the OCW-Man is doing right now, stalking the Challengers trying to grab the elusive gold that is OCW Championships without doing what is second nature to them. It’s not just a challenge for the challengers, it’s a challenge for all at OCW’s Wheel of Misfortune.
Coming tonight from Sony Studio’s Wheel of Fortune set, the champions: SYNN, Moonlight Rose, Plethora The Perilous, Claudia Frost and Delia Black look to stay on-top but will SYNN’s Mystery Opponent, Brooke Blakely, Axis and one half of the OCW Tag Team Champion succeed in ending their reigns?
It’s Time to find out!
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The screen fades onto the studio audience that have packed themselves in the legendary studio of Wheel of Fortune where Pat Sajak and Vanna White make and ruin the dreams of many different contestants, and where Randy from South Park got himself cancelled, is lively! The letterboard is in its normal spot to the left side and an OCW ring sits centre stage. Off to the right where the three contestants would stand to spin the wheel, is where our Premium Mega Show commentary trio is, waiting to call the action! Smith on the left, Cara on the far right, and Hood stuck in the middle. The OCWtron is sitting on-top of the letterboard like it was for the Hall of Fame ceremony on Friday.
Cara: Welcome bruhs to Wheel of Misfortune! Smith, my man! Welcome to the broadcast! Hoodwinkle misses you!
Smith: Thank you, Cara! I have to say, it’s nice to be here but I am enjoying my position as Head of HR.
Hood: Yeah, I can tell by the all the warning emails I get from you. But I like to point out she called me Foreskin Jim!
Smith: Well, I mean, she did, but the fan mail is positive so it is what it is, Hood.
Cara: Yeah, is what it is, Mr. Blowfish!
Hood: I really hate the both of you. I want you to know this.
Cara: But we love you, bruh!
Smith: Speak for yourself on that one, Cara.
Cara: We got a super-duper card tonight, guys! We open up with a Gauntlet match that the winner will get a Paradigm Championship title shot!
Smith: Yep, and your lovely Auntie Tee told me who’s in it, and I’m telling ya, it’s gonna be a good one!
Cara: She told me too, but I forgot.
Cara shows why she did when she pulls out her torch and shatter rig. Hood shakes his head and looks at Smith.
Hood: See what I am putting up with?
Smith: You mean, Karmic retribution?
Hood: Ugh.
Cara: *while heating her bowl* After we have the Craze Championship with Delia aka Delilah can’t take any head shots at Axis, and Axis doesn’t get to use rope breaks if he’s pinned our submitted in the ropes. Poor little bastard.
Smith: Poor little bastard, indeed. Claudia Frost has a huge disadvantage where she can lose by being counted out so all Bifford has to do is keep her out of the ring.
Hood: Yeah, but she’s lucky that Plethora cannot use his Piledriver finisher which has put down everyone that he’s ever used it on.
Smith: Then it’s Moonlight make her first defence where she can’t use the Top Rope which is half her move-set.
Cara: Brooke is lucky tho, she HAS to knock out that little underdeveloped tween, which is like a major wet dream, bruh.
Hood: I am most curious about SYNN will be defending the OCW title against. We have never not known in all the time I have been here.
Cara: I know who it is, bruh. Cara’s shatter bowl is finally ready and she takes a huge rock of shatter in a single breath, no choking, like a fucking pro.
Smith: Who is it, Cara?
Cara: I’m not allowed to tell, but it is fitting. So, you three ready to get this show started?
Smith: I am.
Hood: Like I have a choice.

Belvedere: The following match is a Gauntlet match for a shot at the OCW Paradigm Championship at ACCESS DENIED 2 IN FLINT, MICHIGAN! Already in the ring at this time is DONNIE HARRIS with the Misfortune of needing a five count pin and JENNY MYST who has the Misfortune of having her Left Hand Tied Behind her back!
Cara: This is a fun way to start the show, bruhs!
Smith: That it is! Should get more interesting as we get to see who else is in this match up!
Hood: As long as we see some blood and guts, baby!
DING DING DING
Harris and Myst begin to circle each other in the ring. Harris goes in for the first attack and nails Myst with a right hook, Myst comes back with a right jab and quickly takes down Harris with a clothesline. Harris bounces back up and Myst tries for another clothesline, but Harris ducks and goes behind Myst. He wraps Myst up for a full-nelson slam!
Cara: Ouch! That's gotta hurt, bruhs. From what I hear from Checkers position, and my own eyes is Myst has her left hand tied behind her back, and Harris needs a five count pin!
Hood: Harris could be something in OCW.
Harris gets Myst to her feet and sends her into the ropes. Harris tries a clothesline of his own but Myst sucks and goes into the opposite ropes. Myst comes back and nails Harris with a big boot that reaches his midsection cause Harris has the height. Myst goes into the ropes again and comes down with a huge leg drop! Myst covers.
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2!!
KICKOUT!
Cara: Close call there. Myst gets Harris to his feet and nails him with some hard punches with that right hand.
Smith: Harris blocks a punch from Myst and sweeps Myst to the mat, though!!
Harris goes to the feet of Jenny for an ankle lock, but Jenny places a boot into his face preventing the tortuous hold, Harris falls back as Jenny manages to get herself to her feet and charges which is no easy task not having both hands. Both competitors go for a clothesline and both go to the mat having connect with their clotheslines; they lay there for a second before both beginning to get to their vertical bases. They turn and face each other and lock up for the third time in this match. Harris goes for another wristlock, but Jenny leans into the move, hooking Harris up into a three quarter nelson, slamming him down to the mat. Bouncing off the ropes, she jumps high up into the air going for an elbow drop, but Harris moves out of the way just in the nick of time and Jenny lands on mat, grabbing her left arm in agony. Hitting the ropes for himself, Harris comes back with a dropkick, hitting Jenny in the chest and making the self proclaimed top star fall on her back. Harris goes for a cover.
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2!!
3!!!
4!!!!
KICKOUT!
Smith: That five count pin has to be frustrating!
Hood: Are you kidding? Myst is a superior athlete in this match, she just hasn't stepped up yet.
Cara: Well she needs to do that soon before Harris finishes her off!
Harris slams the mat in frustration and gets to his feet. Myst gets to her feet as well and Harris tries to land a kick to Myst' gut, but Myst catches his foot with her free hand. Harris tries for a quick enziguri, but Myst ducks! Jenny lifts Harris up into the air and spinning away from the corner, drops the Harris onto the mat with a thunderous slam. Both wrestlers roll to their side and grabbing at their lower back, the pain obvious on each of their faces and even through Harris's gritted teeth. Jenny picks Harris up to his feet, whipping him hard into the ropes and Harris bounces back with a springboard kick, but Myst manages to catch him and plant him with a sitout spinebuster wrapping a leg, she makes a pin.
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2!!!
KICKOUT!
Cara: Oh wow! That was TOO close, bruhs!
Hood: I thought she had the 3!
Smith: Not this time, Hood. Harris is too tough!
Jenny shakes her head at Harris who charges in for a takedown. Jenny lowers her body and catches Harris on the standup and has the former MMA fighter in a partial gorilla press slam with only the right arm being free. Jenny totes the man around the ring before jumping up releasing Harris at the top of the jump. Jenny kneels down and Harris crashes down on his upturned knee. Jenny picks Harris up and tosses him into the corner. Harris lands backfist in the corner as he stumbles out, Jenny is on top of him with right hands to the face. Jenny places her left shoulder on the chest of Harris and repeatedly punches his face with her right. Jenny spits into her hand and slaps the chest of Harris open handed, the sound heard throughout the studio. The crowd gasps at the impact of the slap especially from the Smaller Myst.
Cara: Don’t judge a book by how tall they are, bruhs!
Hood: That made no sense.
Myst lands a sharp kick into Harris' stomach and hip tosses Harris out of the corner. Harris gets back to his feet and Myst doubles him over. After doubling Harris over, Jenny places Harris' head between her thighs, some of the men in he audience doing their best Joey Tribbiani impressions, and then wraps her free arm around Harris' waist in a reverse rear waistlock. Myst then whips Harris up vertically, hisl egs across either of her shoulders, and then shoves Harris forward, letting the momentum slam Harris down to the mat on his upper back.
Cara: Brutal pinebuster variation!!
Hood: It's OVER!
Myst makes the cover.
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2!!
3!!!
KICKOUT BUT IT’s A SPLIT SECOND TOO LATE!
DING DING DING
Belvedere: And the winner of this match and continuing on... JENNY MYST!!!
DING DING DING
Vicky comes running out, gas rag in hand, hiffing all the way down to the ring as she slides in getting in Myst’s face.
Smith: Word from the back is Vicky can’t use the ropes to break a pin or submission!
Hood: And Myst still has to have that hand tied! Brutal!
Slowly, Myst’s right hand comes up and her slowly draws a line across her throat, as Vicky is looking right fucked up but that makes her dangerous. Stone rolls her eyes and takes a step back, and then suddenly lunges with a swift right hook, but Myst blocks it with a thrust of her arm up. Myst then returns a right punch, staggering Stone back towards the ropes. Another hook, and Stone is forced back even more. Stone responds with a quick jab, and another, and now it is Myst forced to take some retreating steps. Stone gets Myst to the ropes, grabs her arm and whips her to the opposing side, however Myst plants her foot, and swings Stone around so she is the one that actually hits the ropes. Stone comes off, ducks Myst’s swing and bounces off the opposite side. She collides with Myst, shoulder to shoulder and both women barely move! Stone backs up, hits the ropes again, and again the collision leaves both ofthem standing tall. Stone spits on the canvas, runs to the ropes but Myst back peddles to hit the opposite ropes. Both women come at each other, and Myst swings hard, but Stone ducks and twists behind Myst and as the larger woman turns, Stone kicks her in the midsection, doubling her over! With Myst bent, Stone goes off the ropes, comes back with a huge scissor kick, but Myst stands at the last second and as Stone turns, Myst catches her by the throat with her free hand!
Hood: Here it comes!
Myst tries to lift Stone into the air, but Stone twists, lands on her feet and again kicks Myst in the gut. Grabbing her by the head, Stone hits a swinging neck breaker and finally puts Myst off her feet. Stone stands, smirking and stoned, but Myst quickly gets up. Stone doesn’t waste a moment, and again uses the ropes to come back to hit a sitting drop kick, but Myst twists to the side and as Stone lands on her back, Myst goes to the ropes, uses them to launch off and hit a huge leg drop on Vicky Stone! She hooks the leg of Stone quickly and Cuff drops to count.
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KICKOUT!
Cara: No way that was going to finish Stone off, not all huffed up on gasoline!
Stone pushes Myst off, and rolls to her feet, and both women lock up and Myst gets the advantage and locks in Stones head for a Stiff DDT, Stones head hits hard! Myst follows with a fist drop into Stones stomach and covers her for a pin, getting the hang of only using her right hand.
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KICKOUT!
Cara: Stone got a quick kick out, bruh!
Hood: Myst’s trying some quick pins, knowing it allows her a moment’s rest and demoralizes Stone more. Plus the gas has to settle in eventually. I mean, I can smell it from here.
Stone grabs her stomach and rolls over for the ropes...she begins to stand up but Myst kicks her back down. Myst then takes her foot and puts it on Stones throat and begins choking her getting leverage from the ropes. Cuff is there to warn Myst but remembers Stone can’t use the ropes so it’s technically not illegal, but she breaks away after a few more seconds and kicks Stone to the outside of the ring. Stone lands on her hands and knees and Myst slips out to pick her up off the ground and then lifts her up into a scoop slam and lets Stone go on the Wheel of the Wheel of Fortune. Stone hits her head hard and falls back over. Myst lifts Stone up and rolls her back into the ring. Myst climbs up onto the apron and begins to leap frog over the top rope but Stone jumps up and jars the ropes, catching Myst in between the legs...the action is effective, as Myst’s face goes cross and she holds on, sickened. Stone takes a few steps back and spears Myst out of the ropes and falls to the outside with her, both landing hard. Stone grabs her shoulder as it hits the bottom of the wheel, and Myst rolls away, favoring a leg.
Hood: Stone just gained the upper hand with a low blow, of sorts. I like it. Never ceases to amaze that hurts women too.
Smith: No wonder you don’t have a girlfriend, bruh!
The two commentators of Smith and Cara reach in front of Hood with a fist bump and a laugh as Hood hates life. Stone is the first to her feet, she begins to lift Myst up but Myst counters with a thrust to throat. Stone staggers a little ways backwards and Myst follows up with a big boot, it hits Stone in the face perfect and Stone falls backwards smashing the back of her head into a chair that was quickly abandoned by Belvedere. Stone grabs the back of her head but rolls to her feet quickly, and strikes Myst once, twice, three times knocking her down. Stone begins rapidly kicking Myst in the ribs. She holds Myst’s arm up and stomps it back down. Stone rolls back into the ring, she backs up to the opposite set of ropes and goes running and stuns the crowd with a suicide plancha over the top ropes, catching Myst and smashing them both into the shiny floor covering the soundstage. Myst's head bounces off the floor and she falls backwards almost unconscious. Stone stands first, and picks Myst up and rolls her to the inside. Stone then quickly mounts the steel steps to the apron and then to the turnbuckle. Aiming, Stone comes off the top with a flying elbow but Myst gets her knees up. Stone hits Myst’s knees and you can hear a crack from her ribs, she bounces back into the ropes holding onto them. Stone coughs roughly as she looks at Myst with disgust in her eyes, but Myst returns the look, a small smirk still on her face. Myst steps in and Stone follows and they start to lock up, but Myst grabs Stone and sets her up in an one handed pump-handle position. Myst then lifts Stone up, turns her over and brings her crashing down!
Cara: Damn that was impressive! All with one arm tied behind her back, bruhs!
Hood: Stone is taking everything Myst dishes out, and isn’t going down!!
Stone lays on the mat in a semi-unconscious state as Myst drops on top for another cover.
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2!!
KICKOUT!
Hood: Stone kicked out!
Smith: Myst continues to go for the falls, and got closer this time!
Stone pushes herself up but Myst elbows her in the back forcing her back down. Stone rolls away from Myst and pulls herself up with the aide of the ropes. She wipes fresh blood now coming out of her lip and begins circling the ring with Myst. Myst jumps into the center first attempting to lock up with Stone but she moves out of the way and hits a high roundhouse kick knocking Myst down which Stone follows by lifting Myst back up whipping her into the ropes, then catches and whips her over with a belly to belly suplex. Stone pulls Myst back up and whips her into the ropes again and catches her lifting her up on her shoulder into a fireman’s carry and then falls back with a strong fall-away slam! Stone grabs Myst’s leg and attempts a pin!
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2!!
KICKOUT!
Stone stands up with a scowl on her face and grabs Myst’s legs, her spreads them apart and leaps into the air and comes down with a knee to the stomach. Myst rolls over in pain as Stone backs into the corner motioning with both hands to Myst to come get some. Myst starts to stand up and goes running at Stone, but Stone jumps up onto the turnbuckle and Myst rams her shoulder into the turnbuckle. Stone then pulls Myst to the top of the turnbuckle with her...BUT MYST manages to swing herself around, hitting a tornado DDT on Stone off the top rope and makes the cover!
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3!!!!!
DING DING DING
Belvedere: And the winner of the second fall and continuing on... JENNY MYST!
Cara: Damn, Myst is on fire!
Hood: Well, I mean, Stone was huffed up on gasoline!
Smith: Imagine if she had of been sober!
Belvedere: On her way to the ring now with the Misfortune with only her having a countout count against them.... ALEXANDRA CALAWAY!
DING DING DING
Calaway hits the ring fast and they're too busy trying to size their opponent up from their respective corners to hear that the bell rang. Jenny shifts herself slightly, expecting Alexandra to start off this match, but she stays in her corner, focusing on her up and down. Finally, Jenny makes a move, walking to the center of the ring, where Alexandra meets her and they continue their staredown, now with some trash talk coming into the equation. Calaway makes the first physical action of the match as she goes in for a lockup with the smaller former XWF champion, but Jenny ducks out of the way, moving behind Alexandra and trying to drop Alexandra down with a cradle pin right off the bat. Alexandra rolls out of Jenny's grasp and pounces on her, trying to get the flash pin for the win.
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KICKOUT!
Jenny quickly goes for a reversal, spinning both of them on the mat before going for a pinfall of her own.
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KICKOUT!!!
Both get to their feet and Jenny goes for another quick pin as she takes out Alexandra's legs in a takedown, but Calaway is up and pushes the both of them backwards so that Alexandra's on top.
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Jenny rolls them back.
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2!
Alexandra swings them both forward!
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2!!
Both roll to their feet and stand off as the crowd cheers for the quick exchange. They barely spend a moment in the Indy Appreciation Stance before they are at it once again, Alexandra going for a knucklelock but Jenny ducks it once more, sliding in behind her and picking one of her legs out to bring her down to one knee, quickly pulling her into an Abdominal Stretch. Rather than locking her arms, cause she can’t with her own left tied back around her waist, Jenny focuses on grinding her right forearm against the side of Calaway's face, pushing her neck down.
Cara: And Jenny's got the early advantage, keeping up with her momentum from the last match up of this gauntlet, bruhs!
Smith: None can take advantage either being the fact they had no idea who they were gonna face, Tamika keeping that all close to her chest.
Hood: Fast way to start the show, tho!
Jenny quickly pulling her into a half Underhook to keep her from attacking, but the Texas raised powerhouse veteran manages to pull out, getting behind Jenny and pulling her into a Reverse Waistlock. Myst sits out immediately, rolling out of Alexandra's hold and up to her feet, getting some distance between the two of them as the crowd cheers, excited for this match so far. Pretty soon, the two lock up again, Calaway quickly going for a Side Headlock, but Jenny fights with it, both of them working hard to try and get the advantage of this grapple. Finally, Jenny moves behind Calaway to break it up and get her in a Reverse Waistlock with her free right arm, but Alexandra quickly widens her base, starting to pull her arms out, only for Jenny to trip her down onto the mat, turning her body to get her in a Front Facelock. Calaway manages to twist out of it being Jenny couldn’t tighten without her left hand but before she can get Jenny in a hold of her own, Jenny grabs her and twists her down to the mat in a Crucifix Pin. Before Cuff can drop down for the count, Calaway rolls through and gets back to her feet, with Jenny still on her back, and rushes into the corner backwards, sending Jenny right into the corner. Calaway backs off as Jenny gets back into a vertical base, rushing forward for a Stinger Splash, but Jenny slides out of a way as Alexandra crashes into the corner. Alexandra staggers backwards... right into the free right hand and arm for a DDT... Alexandra escapes it almost immediately. Alexandra rolls to her feet, pointing to her head to show how much of a ring veteran she is.
Cara: A bit early for that, don't you think Hood?
Hood: Hey, take the moment when you see it, or else you might regret it.
Alexandra goes back in for another Knucklelock, and this time, Jenny accepts. Calaway immediately gets the physical control of the lock having both of her arms to use, pushing Jenny against the ropes while also shoving her down to the mat just a bit. Feeling the pressure of losing control of the hold, Jenny snaps off a sharp kick to Alexandra's left shin that pays dividends as Alexandra relents on the hold and Jenny takes control. After a couple of seconds of Myst pushing down on her, Alexandra breaks the hold and tries to surprise Jenny with a lariat, but she dodges it and smacks Alexandra with one of her massive knife-edged chops as she turns around. Alexandra staggers backwards into the ropes, the force of the chop surprising her somewhat, and Jenny takes swift advantage of this, unleashing chop after chop onto Alexandra's chest that could be heard in the upper reaches of the soundstage. Calaway's chest already is turning red after about four of these chops, so she makes a quick move and piefaces Jenny down to the mat in order to get her to stop. Unfortunately for her, Jenny rolls right back to her feet and ducks the attempted roundhouse before actually sending her to the mat with another chop. Making it back to her feet, Calaway sees another painful hand coming, so she reacts quickly, catching the hand right before it hits her and retaliating with a massive BITCHSLAP that sends Jenny tumbling down onto her ass. Jenny gets back up slowly as Calaway gingerly rubs her raw chest, as Jenny nods a bit whilst holding her cheek. With a nasty little smirk on her face, Jenny explodes onto Alexandra, raining down a melee of rights and, well, more rights that Calaway, being a veteran and better striker at the moment, is able to block most of. As Alexandra is pushed towards the corner from the flurry of Jenny's offensive, Jenny starts to mix in some kicks, throw Ally off her game, but it doesn't do much as Calaway is still able to block many of her strikes, and rolls Jenny up quickly, grabbing a hold of her tights which Cuff doesn’t catch.
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3!!!!!!
KICKOUT BUT A SPLIT SECOND TOO LATE!
Cara: Damn bruh! I was starting to think Myst was gonna take it all, bruhs!
Smith: Cuff missed Calaway grabbing the tights, but Myst would’ve done the same!
Hood: Not wrong there.
Belvedere: And your winner and continuing to the final round of this gauntlet for an OCW Paradigm Championship match.... ALEXANDRA CALAWAY!!!!!
Belvedere: On his way to the ring now with the Misfortune of no rope breaks... SHINJIRO YAMAMOTO!!!!!!!!
DING DING DING
Shinjiro is in the ring before Belvedere is even done speaking and the two combatants carefully approach the center of the ring. The two lock up forcefully, and Shinjiro is quick to turn it into a side headlock. Calaway pushes him off, and then goes back to a corner to collect herself.
Cara: Quick exchange there, and Calaway being cautious right off the bat. She’s being a cautious bruh, bruhs!
After a moment they both move toward the center and lock up again. Calaway drives forward and slams Shinjiro into the turnbuckle. She immediately breaks off and walks to the center of the ring, throwing up both arms in a triumphant fashion as she does so.
Hood: A lot of force on that one!
Cara: Alexandra Calaway is certainly quite proud of it...
Shinjiro scratches his nose slightly. Both again meet in the center, and again both lock up.
Smith: Back to a lock-up position.
Calaway looks to back Shinjiro up again, but Shinjiro plants his foot and pivots, then spins and throws Calaway with an arm drag that takes her completely overhead. The crowd cheers as she collides with the mat, but he immediately rolls out of the ring, no count out to worry about.
Cara: Shinjiro got all of Calaway on that one! Shaken up, she's already moving outside the ring to regroup.
Hood: And why not? She’s smart to not let Shinjiro capitalize on ANY momentum.
Calaway paces on the outside, never taking her eyes off Shinjiro, who is similarly locked on. Shinjiro makes a "come on" motion, but Calaway paces around to the other side of the ring.
Cara: Is this really necessary?
Hood: Of course it is. Calaway is playing veteran mind games with the OCW newcomer.
Finally hopping onto the apron, Calaway carefully takes her time as she moves through the ropes. First one foot.. She stops to make sure Shinjiro isn't charging him. Then she finishes her re-entrance.
Cara: Finally.
Carefully moving to the center, Calaway raises one arm and calls for a test of strength.
Cara: Alexandra Calaway wants a test of strength?
Smith: I mean, why not? Gotta take a chance in this situation!
Shinjiro raises his arm and obliges, and then the two connect their other arms and begin to lean in. Calaway takes an early advantage, pushing Shinjiro over to a 45 degree angle. She continues to push down, and soon Shinjiro's shoulder is only about two feet from the canvas.
Cara: Shinjiro doing everything he can to keep from getting taken down here..
Hood: By a girl! HAHAHAHA!
But Shinjiro reaches down and finds some resilience, counter-balancing and pushing back up. Soon the two are dead even once again, with Calaway starting to lean over just slightly. Just then - Shinjiro slides one of his feet underneath Calaway's leg and extends, pushing her over and dropping her to the canvas.
Cara: And just like that Shinjiro rebounds and takes Calaway clean off her feet once more, bruh!
Hood: Well, it’s about time!
Smith: It’s amazing we don’t get more hate mail for you.
Calaway scrambles back up, but is immediately caught with a running knee lift that knocks her into a turnbuckle. Wasting no time with his momentum, Shinjiro ascends the buckle and begins to lay into Calaway with stiff right hands!
Cara: The Crowd is all the way behind this now! Shinjiro accosting Calaway with shot after shot; and now he plants both feet in her sternum, pulls down and flips Calaway overhead! Airborne-bruh!
Calaway tries to roll out of the ring once again, but Shinjiro drops down with a quick elbow to prevent this. He grabs her by his hair and pulls her to her feet. Calaway swings with a haymaker - Shinjiro ducks - and then from a back waistlock takes Alexandra Calaway up and drops her up - stops in midair - then swings her down.
Cara: Face-first powerbomb!
Not stopping there, Shinjiro seamlessly stands up and performs a corkscrew senton.
Cara: And what a feat of athleticism, bruh!
Hood: That's all well and good, but you and I both know this match isn't going to come down to athleticism.
Cara: What's that supposed to mean, Hoodie and Da Blowfeesh?
Hood: Just a hunch, you stoner bitch.
Calaway pulls herself back up to her feet, and moves in with a groggy punch that Shinjiro blocks away, and then he begins a series of successive strikes - punch, hook, two right knees to the head - then with both arms still around Calaway's head drops with a sitout jawbreaker.
Smith: Shinjiro is controlling every inch of this match-up so far. Alexandra Calaway hasn't been able to respond with anything.
Hood: He is the fresher wrestler!
Shinjiro grabs a leg and locks it beneath his arm, as Calaway flails his other leg to keep it away.
Cara: And just like that Shinjiro is looking to roll her over and put her away!
Hood: No! Fight him off!
Calaway squirms on the mat to try and get away, but to no avail. Just as Shinjiro is about to latch onto the second leg, Calaway reels back and kicks him clean below the belt. The crowd roars their disapproval as Shinjiro doubles over.
Cara: Right in the family jewels!
Hood: Ha! Perfectly legal in this contest! Shinjiro doesn't have the fortitude to go the distance in a match like this.
Calaway wastes no time dropping stiff knees into Shinjiro's gut to keep the pain there. She grabs a leg, and starts dropping into it with her elbow.
Cara: Looks like he's going after Shinjiro's mobility here, bruhs.
Hood: Decisively smart. Take out those legs and he won't have to worry about any of Shinjiro’s acrobatics.
Cara: Calaway hooks that right leg into a grapevine, and begins wrenching away!
Shinjiro wrenches around in pain. Cuff drops to the mat to check on him, but he says he's not tapping. He begins to move over to the ropes.
Hood: What an idiot! Even if he makes it to the ropes, Calaway is under no obligation to break that hold!
Shinjiro gets to the ropes, and latches on. Cuff simply shrugs.
Hood: See what I mean?
However, Shinjiro doesn't stop with the bottom rope. He grabs onto the middle one, and begins pulling himself up for leverage.
Hood: What?!
Cara: What resiliency! Shinjiro is pulling himself free from Calaway's hold!
And indeed, Shinjiro gains enough leverage that Calaway is forced to relinquish her hold - but Alexandra Calaway immediately dives for the same knee with another elbow, and Shinjiro collapses - rolling out and onto the studio floor.
Smith: Yeah, looks like that resiliency did him a world of good. He probably wrenched his knee so far he won't be able to make full use of it for weeks!
Cara: And Alexandra Calaway doesn't appear to be giving him any leeway. As Shinjiro is just getting up to his feet by the Wheel of Fortune - Calaway catapults off the top rope with a senton bomb to the outside!
Both competitors collapse in a heap by the outside with the crowd cheering on. They lay there for a few moments, but Calaway easily beats Shinjiro back up first. She grabs her opponent by the wrist and hair, and picking him up whips him fiercely into the steel steps outside the ring.
Cara: Calaway continues to accost Shinjiro's leg - as she picks up the steel steps and drives them right into the knee!
Hood: Alexandra Calaway grabs the steps one more time - but no! Shinjiro kicks the steps back into his face with his other leg!
Calaway takes several steps backwards, and Shinjiro hobbles up to his feet.
Cara: Shinjiro with everything he has - he jumps up and off the ring apron with a flying thrust kick to the jaw! Even with an injured knee he pulls it off!
Hood: Is this guy on steroids? I bet he's on steroids.
Cara: I sincerely doubt an athlete of Shinjiro's caliber is abusing a substance, bruh... unlike you and the Ron Jeremy penis growth pills I saw in your dressing room!
Hood: STOP GOING THROUGH MY STUFF.
Shinjiro hobbles over to Calaway who crawls away on his back. Shinjiro grabs her by the hair to pick her up, and drops her on the back of her head on the steel steps. He rolls her into the ring, and rolls her up tightly!!
1!
2!!
3!!!!!
DING DING DING
Belvedere: And your winner of the Paradigm Contender Gauntlet and new number one contender.... SHINJIRO YAMAMOTO!!!!!!!!!!
Cara: Damn bruhs, that was a fast paced gauntlet! No one let up at all, bruhs!
Smith: Nope, each competitor showed that they are gonna be successful in this promotion moving forward!
Hood: So Shinjiro will be watching Brooke and Rose closely to see who he has to face next month at Access Denied 2 in Flint?
Smith: That’s right, Hood.
Cara: I hope it’s Brooke cause fuck Moonlight Rose.
Smith: Not everyone is a fan of everyone it seems.
Cara: Not of that gash, bruh. Not of that gash.

Belvedere: The Following Contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the OCW Craze Championship!!!! Entering the ring at this time with the Misfortune of not being able to have a rope break... from Dallas, Texas... he is... AXIS!!!!!!!!!!!!

The lights go dark on the Wheel of Fortune soundstage. The acoustics of "Zombie" fill every loudspeaker in the building. Suddenly, the metal part kicks in, and the megatron is lit up, slightly revealing a silhouette on the entrance ramp that turns out to be Axis doing his signature "Quadruple Horns" pose. Axis calmly yet menacingly walks around from behind the Wheel of Fortune Letterboard with the OCWtron atop of it to the ring. He glares at the camera, then steps in the ring.
# Lights.
# Camera
# Silence on the set, tape rolling #
# Three, two, one, action! #
“Send Me Your Money” by Suicidal Tendencies continues to play out over the arena.
Belvedere: and his opponent... she is the OCW Craze Champion with the Misfortune of not being able to land any head shots... One half of The Influence Tag Team...she is DELIA, as in Cordelia, not a shitty song with the early 2000s, Black!!!!!!
And out from the back step out the Influencers of social media platforms across the world to an enormous negative reaction from the crowd. Christopher Wrigley is out first from the back, with a huge smile on his face and holding his arms out wide for all the world to see his navy blue jacket and red tie. He is shortly followed out by Delia Black, the kick happy murder princess, and her partner in crime Claudia Frost. The trio soak in the boos from the crowd as they slowly walk down the ramp. Delia Black hands her championship to her compatriots for safekeeping as she slides into the ring.
DING DING DING
Smith: This should be a good match.
Hood: Why? Because of the massive differences?
Cara: Where did I put that joint?
The bell rings and we’re immediately off to the races. The challenger bolts out of his corner like a bat out of hell, charging straight towards the champion! Delia is forced to duck out from her corner as Axis comes rampaging forward. Axis’ body slams into the turnbuckle pads as Delia smoothly slides away from his charge, but Axis isn’t even deterred for a second. He turns around and reaches out for Delia, grabbing her by the hair, trying to pull her in close to him: but Delia is able to slap Axis’ wrist away, breaking the hold! The champion backs away towards the center of the ring as Axis stares her down angrily.
Smith: Axis showing some serious anger here.
Hood: You would be angry to if you were the head of a Twitch business.
Cara: Damn, this is some good shit, bruhs. Want any?
Axis points at Delia and tells her to stop running, along with sending her a few curse-laden threats. Delia tells Axis to ‘bring it on’, and within seconds he does! Axis charges out of the corner towards the center of the ring, where he’s met with a Step-up Enziguri from the champion that nearly knocks Axis out cold!
Delia hops on Axis’ chest and hooks the leg. Scruff drops down to count the pin!
1!
2!!
Axis kicks out just before the 3, much to the chagrin of the champion. Wrigley and Claudia piss and moan on the outside, blaming the ref for a slow count. Delia slaps the mat in frustration after her tricky maneuvering almost, but didn’t quite, pull out the quick win. With Axis still on the mat, Delia Black begins laying into him with big knees to the torso. One particularly harsh knee to the doubles Axis over, and he groans. Delia Black gets a sick grin on her face as she gleefully watches the fruits of her labor.
Smith: Hard kick to the gut!
Hood: Doubled his ass over!
Cara: That it did, Hoodie!
Delia Black grabs Axis by his neck and shoulders, forcing the groggy man up to a standing position. Blood drips down from Axis’ forehead onto the mat, and Delia gives him a big smile before she gives him a devastating kick to the calf! Axis’ leg buckles as he hollers out in pain. Axis reaches down to grab his now bruised ankle, giving Delia Black a free moment to hit the ropes. Delia bounces off the ropes and comes sprinting back full speed at Axis, but Axis has already recovered and he’s prepared for her! Axis picks Delia up before bringing her down to the mat with a powerful scoop powerslam that literally shakes the ring!
Smith: Nice scoopslam from the challenger.
Hood: I’ve seen better.
Cara: and we have heard better colour commentators, bruh.
Claudia and Wrigley are screaming encouragement to Delia inside the ring, but they don’t seem to help the champion very much as Axis starts having his way with her! He begins delivering powerful mma-style hammer fists to his downed opponent, causing her to scream in anguish after every blow. Blood pours out of Axis’ open wound onto Delia, and even into her screaming mouth- causing her to scream even more!
Smith: That’s gross.
Hood: A real man loves his woman every day of the month.
Cara: And now we know, Hood is not a real man, bruh!
Axis keeps brutally beating on Delia Black, doing his best to cut her open, but with all his blood on her face it’s hard to tell if he’s succeeding. Eventually, Axis’s arms begin to tire out, and he decides it is time to try another approach. He glances down at the champion, and she looks like she’s been put through the ringer. Axis nods to himself as he starts restructuring his game plan. Claudia and Wrigley, meanwhile, are completely freaking out on the outskirts of the ring.
Smith: Delia’s partners looking worried.
Hood: Well, Axis keeps calling her the wrong name.
Cara: I’m the stoner and that sounded stupid even to me, bruh.
Axis picks up the wounded champion before delivering a big body blow to her liver, nearly collapsing her. Then, Axis picks Delia up in a classic suplex, bringing her body back down to the mat with a monstrous slam! After the impact Axis climbs atop Delia and hooks the leg, causing the ref to drop down and count the pin!
1!
2!!
Delia Black kicks out at the last possible second! Axis can’t believe it! He looks over at the ref, but instead of arguing, he just shakes his head and stands up, trying to plan his next course of action. Axis glances outside the ring and notices all the fun toys laying around the Wheel of Fortune soundstage…and that’s when a small smile creeps onto his crimson-covered face.
Smith: Axis with a sickening grin!
Hood: It’s an improvement.
Cara: So what are you guys up to after the show?
Axis picks up the champion and easily throws her over the top rope, out of the ring and onto the soundstage. Delia Black screams bloody murder as her petite frame is tossed over the top rope with ease. The champion lands awkwardly outside the ring, where Claudia and Wrigley anxiously rush over to check on her. Claudia holds the champion’s head up as Wrigley starts patting her down with a sweat towel that seemingly came out of nowhere. Wrigley and Claudia have suddenly turned into ringside attendants as they take sweet care of their precious champion. Axis, meanwhile, is rolling his eyes from inside the ring.
Smith: Teamwork right there.
Hood: In a singles match.
Cara: All is fair in love and war!
Suddenly Axis hits the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. The challenger charges across the ring before launching over the top rope with a surprising suicide dive out of nowhere! Axis lands atop Claudia, Wrigley, and Black! The four completely collapse to the floor outside the ring! The OCW faithful in attendance go crazy!
Smith: And they are all down!
Hood: Down for the count!
Cara: What count?
Claudia and Wrigley begin to crawl away in opposite directions, neither one wanting to be a part of this ferocious contest anymore. A few seconds later Axis starts to stir, and he slowly yet carefully picks himself back up to his feet. By then, Delia Black has started to come to, but she’s still quite a bit groggier than her challenger. Sensing the opportunity, Axis begins laying into his grounded opponent with a string of big boots to the back, trying to crack Delia Black’s spine in half!
After delivering some stiff boots Axis decides to change his approach. He grabs Delia Black by the hair, gives her one powerful slap across the face, and then begins dragging her over to the Wheel of Fortune spinning wheel. Axis slams Delia’s face down on the wheel a couple of times, but not hard enough to damage the equipment. That seems to upset Axis, so he decides to pick Delia Black up by her neck. He squeezes the champion’s neck so tight that her face begins to turn blue, and then, he chokeslams her onto the Wheel of Fortune so hard that her body leaves a dent! Then, Delia’s seemingly lifeless corpse falls off the wheel and onto the floor.
Axis seems to be firmly in control now, and he delivers another stiff boot to Delia’s face before he picks her up and drags her back to the ring. Claudia and Wrigley get in front of Axis and start to tell him off, but he just pushes them out of the way so that he can slide the champion’s bruised body into the ring. Axis says some harsh words to Claudia and Wrigley before he climbs in after Delia. When Axis is inside the ring he pushes Delia over to her back with his foot before he arrogantly lays his foot on the champion’s chest for the easy pin. That’s when Wrigley decides to climb atop the ringside apron to cause a scene, drawing away the attention of Scruff!
Smith: Legal Daddy trying to help out.
Hood: How did he get that name?
Cara: I bet Claudia’s mom knows, bruh.
Wrigley stands on the apron and calls Axis a dirty cheat, telling Scruff he’s blind, and generally being a complete and total nuisance. Axis steps off of Delia in annoyance as he calls for Scruff to come back and count. As Wrigley continues the distraction, we see Claudia Frost stealthily creeping to the opposite side of the ring.
Scruff steps up to the ropes, standing directly across from Wrigley. Scruff points to the back, and tells Wrigley they need to leave! Axis, meanwhile, is standing a few feet behind the distraction. That’s when Claudia Frost slides into the ring, unbeknownst to Scruff. Claudia makes a beeline to Axis before dropping to her knees and delivering a devastating low blow! The crowd boos harshly as Axis clutches his groin and drops to the mat. Claudia Frost slides out of the ring before the ref can notice, and that’s when Wrigley finally relents and agrees to get off the apron. When Scruff turns back around he’s shocked to see Axis is on the ground, and Delia Black is picking herself up in the corner!
Smith: Delia needs to get back in this!
Axis slowly starts to stir, pulling himself over to the ropes, resting his bleeding head against them. Sensing her opportunity, the stumbling champion pulls herself up to her feet. She pulls down her knee pad to expose her bare knee. Then, she clumsily stampedes across the ring before hitting her MURDERTIME KNEE STRIKE to the back of Axis’ head!
Delia Black flips Axis around and lays on top of his chest for the pin. Axis’ leg and arm are both caught up in the ropes, but that doesn’t matter in this match, as Scruff still drops down to count the big pin!
1!
2!!
3!!! DING DING DING
Belvedere: and your winner via pinfall.... AND STILL OCW CRAZE CHAMPION... DELIA NOT DELILAH BLACK!!!!!!!!
Delia celebrates retaining her championship, and asks for her belt but no one is doing anything.
Smith: And we have a retaining match!
Hood: I bet Plethora retains!
Cara: I bet Claudia does, bruh!
”Four Little Diamonds” starts to play an the OCW Faithful pop for the OCW Owner and General Manager, Tamika Strader. She has a briefcase in hand, and microphone in the other. Her music dies down as she walks from around the Letterboard and OCWTron and microphone up to her lips.
Tamika Strader: Congratulations, Delia! You have retained a championship that is near and dear to my own heart! You are wondering where your championship is, and I am here to tell you... it’s gone. Now, before you get upset, it’s gone because when I became owner I made the decision to change up the designs of all the current OCW Championships!
Smith: I have seen them all, and they are nice.
Hood: How have you seen them?
Smith: being the new Head of HR has its perks!
Tamika Strader: Now while the OCW, the Paradigm, and the Tag Team championship belts have all new designs... the Craze does not. So, I present to you, Delia Black...
Tamika steps into the ring after wiping her boots on the apron, and holds the briefcase toward Delia to open it up. Delia steps forward, opens the briefcase and up on the OCWtron so the studio audience can see it better and the people at home can see the return of the ORIGINAL OCW CRAZE CHAMPIONSHIP! The OCW Faithful pop, and Delia just shrugs, grabbing the title belt, and holds it up in the air, getting some boos but the old design is getting some cheers!
Cara: I am glad the old belt back is back, bruhs!
Smith: No question that it is a classic design! There will be haters out there tho.
Hood: If it was a brand new they would still bitch. It’s the 21st century. Everyone bitches.
Cara: Not as much as you though, bruh. You are the top bitcher this side of the Mississippi River!
Smith: She’s not wrong.
Hood: Shut up.

Belvedere: The following is scheduled for one fall and is for sole ownership of the OCW Tag Team Championships...
# Lights.
# Camera
# Silence on the set, tape rolling #
# Three, two, one, action! #
“Send Me Your Money” by Suicidal Tendencies continues to play out over the arena. And out from the back step out the Influencers of social media platforms across the world to an enormous negative reaction from the crowd.
Belvedere: She is one half of The Influence but not as Tag Team Champions... She is... CLAUDIA FROST!!!!
Christopher Wrigley is out first from the back, with a huge smile on his face and holding his arms out wide for all the world to see his navy blue jacket and red tie. He is shortly followed out by Delia Black, the kick happy murder princess, and her partner in crime Claudia Frost. The trio soak in the boos from the crowd as they slowly walk down the ramp.
Belvedere: And her opponent... the other half of the OCW tag Team Champions... hailing from the Second Chance Ranch.... PLETHORA THE PERILOUS!
”Champion” Plays as the Ominous figure of Plethora the Perilous in his black robe, the steel blue eyes shockingly visible like a bad guy from Scooby Doo cartoons. He holds his half of the OCW Tag Team Championship. He hands the belt to Belvedere. DING DING DING!
The bell rings as PTP and Claudia circle around the ring once before tying up in the center of the ring. Claudia wins the struggle as she shifts into a headlock, but Plethora shoves Claudia into the ropes, pushing her off and sending her across the ring before coming back, only to be caught by a short arm clothesline from the One Half of The Influence. Claudia punches him before whipping him into the ropes with all her might as he is a massive fat bastard, but this time on the rebound, Plethora leapfrogs Claudia, and when she turns around, he slaps her across the face hard, sending her reeling!
Smith: A show of disrespect from the so-called teacher to student there.
Cara: My money is on Claudia.
Hood: Well, you are a stoner idiot.
Claudia stumbles back, rubbing her jaw for a moment, then grins before charging PTP and taking him down with a huge spear! The fans boo loudly as Claudia lays into Plethora with several hard punches before pulling him to his feet and whipping him towards the ropes again. She leans down in anticipation for a back body drop, which is either really smart or really fucking stupid, but Plethora counters into a swinging neckbreaker! The veteran grins widely as Claudia holds her neck, then rolls out of the ring in search of a weapon and the count out being called.
1!
2!!
3!!!
4!!!!
Smith: Like they say in Oklahoma, business is about to pick up!
Plethora is quick to find and grab a hold of a steel chair. Claudia, meanwhile, has rolled out of the ring and is coming for Plethora, who responds by turning and catching her in the midsection with a hard shot from the chair! Claudia drapes herself against the steel ringpost and Plethora wastes no time swinging for the fences, aiming for his partner’s head, but at the last moment, Claudia ducks, leaving PTP to hit nothing but steel! He drops the chair as Claudia rolls back into the ring, Plethora following close behind. The Count ending near 7.
Smith: Good dodge from the One Half of The Influence, there... this match could have been over if Plethora would have connected with that chair! The countout is a dangerous Misfortune!
Back in the ring, Claudia has PTP in the corner and, after punching several times, pulls him out and wants to hit him with her suplexes but he’s far too fat for that and she kicks him right in the nuts. The crowd cheers as Claudia points to the crowd, and then pulls Plethora back up to his feet. PTP is ready, though, and kicks Claudia hard in the abdomen before hitting his a huge DDT in the center of the ring! Both wrestlers are dazed, but PTP comes out of it quicker as he rolls out of the ring and grabs the first chair that he dropped before grabbing a second one nearby and sliding both of them back inside the ring! Mind you, he’s slow about it and Claudia is stirring.
Hood: Plethora's got something devious in mind here, I'd wager.
Cara: Anything from his dangerous, bruh!
As Claudia stirs, PTP sets up both chairs and lines them up facing one another and touching. Claudia finally reaches her feet and Plethora kicks her in the abdomen again before lining her up for a powerbomb!
Smith: He's gonna put her right through those steel chairs!
As the crowd boos, Plethora starts to lift Frost up for the bomb, but she blocks it by wrapping her leg around Plethora's before punching him several times in the ribs! He breaks his hold over her and stumbles back as Claudia quickly lines him up for a suplex through the chairs. She gets him up quarter way, but again, he’s a fat bastard, Plethora kicks his legs, countering in midair, causing Claudia to drop him back to the mat. Plethora then knees Claudia hard in the gut before turning slightly and hitting a snapmare on Claudia through the chairs, crushing the steel in half as the crowd boos loudly! Claudia wrenches her back in pain as Plethora laughs.
Hood: The human body is not designed to absorb impact like that, and especially not against near naked skin from a fat man like him!
Cara: That’s the smartest thing you have ever said, bruh. Good for you!
Hood: Shut up!
Plethora kicks the chairs out of the ring and rolls back out as Claudia struggles in the ring. Plethora decides to head to the top rope.
Smith: And Plethora's looking to end this one early! Can he win the match?
PTP begins climbing as the fans continue booing loudly. He reaches the top but Claudia rushes in. PTP, unfortunately, sees her coming and manages to land on his feet near the ropes before charging Claudia and taking her off her feet with a vicious clothesline, the ring vibrating like a motherfucker from the impact of the whole motion! He motions to Claudia on the mat, grinning under the hood, well, we think he is, before draping her neck across the second rope and rolling out of the ring. He slaps her face hard again, then grabs a the chair and shrugs before tossing it at Claudia, smacking her hard in the face.
Hood: Wonder if she saw that one coming?
Smith: Oh, stop.
As the faithful begin to chant "Plethora sucks!", Plethora leans the chair against Claudia's face (still hanging over the second rope) and climbs onto the barricade at ringside, which is the Wheel of Wheel of Fortune, positioning himself gingerly. After grinning for a moment, again, we think so, he leaps off, dropkicking the chair from the barricade, cracking it against Frost's skull and sending her rolling back into the ring!
Hood: Plethora with the dropkick to the chair! It’s scary seeing him leave his feet so much. Gotta figure eventually the ring or whatever he is on is gonna crack under pressure!
As Claudia struggles to pull herself to her feet using the ropes, Plethora rolls back in the ring and grabs the first chair before closing it and moving to the far corner, waiting. He positions it almost like a javelin in his hands, and as Claudia finally props herself up in the corner, Plethora charges with the chair, aiming for her head! At the last second, though, Claudia rolls out of the way, leaving Plethora to slam the chair into the steel ringpost between the second and third turnbuckles! The chair falls, still leaning up against the corner as Plethora stumbles backwards, right into several hard rights from Claudia! She whips him hard into the corner and follows with a running clothesline into the corner, then grabs Plethora and drags him back across the ring before leaping up and hitting a running bulldog right into the propped up chair! The fans boo as they hate them both and loudly as Claudia rolls away from the chair, while Plethora lies on top of it, stunned.
Smith: What a move from Claudia Frost! And just like that, the One Half of The Influence is back in the game!
Claudia rolls out of the ring while Plethora tries to will himself back to his feet. Her eyes immediately go for a nearby table under the ring before glancing back into the squared circle, Tuff’s count reaching six on the count out. She grabs the table and sets it up outside the ring, then rolls back in the ring, pulling Plehtora up, ending the count at 8, cutting it close. She then whips Plethora towards the rope where the table is set up on the outside!
Hood: She’s gonna try and clothesline him over the top through the table!
Claudia tries again to whip Plethora to the ropes as the crowd continues cheering for the violence, not the competitors, he manages to grab the top rope when she hits the clotheslines and swinga onto the ring apron, saving himself. Claudia takes a few punches, leaving him one handed and precariously perched over the table lying inches below him. She then runs to the other side of the ring and charges Plethora, going for a spear or a tackle of some sort, but Plethora swings at just the right moment, catching Claudia between the eyes and backwards onto the mat. Plethora then moves slowly to the corner, where he starts to climb the turnbuckle before howling loudly.
Smith: Oh dear God, that is a frightening sound!
Hood: Yes. Yes it is!
Cara: Come on Claudia!
Plethora reaches the top rope and turns to the crowd for just a moment, not noticing that Claudia is back to her feet! She charges and runs into the ropes, causing Plethora to crotch himself in the corner!
Hood: Oh! Right in the twig and berries!
As Plethora does his best to collect himself on the top rope, Claudia slides to the outside and grabs the table she had set up previously before sliding it into the ring and following it back inside not giving Tuff time to count her out. She sets up the table, and then drags it to the corner before climbing the turnbuckle and setting up Plethora for Something through the table!
Hood: She isn’t gonna try for a ---
Yes, she is! Claudia tries to lift PTP up for A PILEDRIVER, but Plethora has his big as leg wrapped around the ropes! Claudia tries again, but this time, Plethora headbutts her hard upwards in her lady bits, causing her to lose her balance! A second headbutt from Plethora, and Claudia falls backwards, right through the table! This time, the hardcore faithful cheer even though most are still booing the hell out of Plethora.
Hood: I think Plethora is slowly getting this crowd to turn on Claudia Frost!
Smith: No, there are some fans who just LOVE hardcore, it doesn't matter who the recipient of the move is!
Hood: I don't buy it. I think people are finally seeing just how superior Plethora really is.
Smith: Sure. That's it.
Cara: Claudia has this!
Claudia rolls to the outside of the ring, clutching her sides, as Plethora comes off the turnbuckle, looking around. Tuff moves the broken table out of the ring as Plethora quickly notices Claudia on the outside of the ring, on her feet trying to shake the cobwebs off. The count reaching four He moves out of the ring quickly, pushing through Wrigley who bravely tries to get in the way, taking Claudia head first into the ring post. Tuff is up to the count of 7 but Plethora is a proud man, and keeps his word throwing Claudia into the ring!
Hood: Wow! What a move from the veteran!
Smith: When did you become such a big Plethora fan all of a sudden, Hood?
Hood: When Plethora exposed Claudia Frost for the rookie that she is!
He grabs two more chairs sitting at ringside and throws them in the ring before sliding back inside.
Smith: We already saw Plethora nearly break Frost's back once tonight with two chairs... could this be a repeat performance?
Plethora, in the ring, lifts one of the chairs up and scowls at Claudia, saying something inaudibly before swinging the chair, hitting her in her nearly-exposed chest hard. Claudia cries out in pain, grabbing her breasts and rolling on her side. As she gasps for air, Plethora drops the chair to the mat and kicks Claudia hard in the cranium before pulling her head on top of the chair and glancing at the other one!
Smith: Oh no, not this...
Hood: He’s gonna sandwich her head!
Cara: I thought it was homeless people in those sandwiches, not members of The Influence, bruh!
Plethora grins under the hood, the steel blue eyes shining bright with evil, then lifts the second chair up before swinging - but at the last second, Claudia kicks with her leg, tripping Plethora and sending the chair flying backwards! The crowd cheers as both wrestlers crawl to their feet, Plethora still grasping for the steel chair. He grabs it, but the time wasted allows Claudia to kick Plethora in the gut before dropping him hard onto the chair face first with the DDT that shakes the ring. The crowd cheers as Claudia drops to her knees, finally smiling for the first time in this contest.
Smith: What a counter! Plethora's brain just got scrambled courtesy of The Influence!
Cara: Imagine if Plethora lost and the punishment was marrying her mom, bruh?
Claudia pulls herself to her feet with the aid of the ropes as Plethora holds his face on the mat. She kicks one of the chairs out of the ring, then moves to the corner and grabs the slightly busted up chair still lying in the ring from earlier. She drags it over to where Plethora is lying, then smiles before lying it on the mat and opening it, then dragging Plethora face down, leaving his chest draped over the inside of the chair!
Smith: Oh, I don't like the looks of this...
Claudia points at the crowd, then runs across the ring, charging the chair and leaping into the air, coming down on the ladder and closing it around Plethora hard with a body splash! The crowd starts an “In-Flu-ENCE” chant as Frost rolls off of the ladder, holding her abdomen and chest, while Plethora groans loudly in pain inside of the chair itself.
Cara: That chair is SMALL BUT IT’S FIERCE, BRUH!
Smith: Death to Smoochy reference, nice!
Claudia crawls back to her feet. Plethora slowly drags himself to his feet using the ropes and turns around, only to get caught square between the eyes with the chair, courtesy of a charging One Half of The Influence! The crowd cheers loudly as Claudia hoists the chair over her head, throwing it down hard onto Plethora's prone head!
Smith: That's gonna hurt no matter who you are!
Claudia rolls out to ringside and grabs a new chair as the referee takes the slightly mangled one and kicks it out of the ring. She slides the chair inside, then follows it before setting it up in the corner, propping it between the top and middle turnbuckle.
Hood: What is she trying to do?
Cara: Cave Plethora’s head in, bruh! Pretty obvious.
Hood: Pretty obvious you and Delia at the same brand of paint chips as kids.
Claudia pulls Plethora to his feet with all her might! She runs his head toward the propped chair but Plethora puts his meaty hoove of a hand out stopping Frost in her tracks. He grabs the chair, and hits her with it, dropping it to the mat. He places Claudia up on the top rope turnbuckle, and climbs up in front of her.
Smith: Wait! He’s gonna hit her with a top rope piledriver! He can’t do that!
Hood: Sure he can! It’s not his finishing move. A normal Piledriver to the mat is his finishing move.
Cara: I’m telling ya both, bruhs... Auntie Tee isn’t gonna let this stand if he does it.
Plethora does exactly what Smith said he’s gonna do. He places Claudia’s head between his legs, and you can only imagine what that chode must smell like. Poor Claudia.
Cara: Bruhs, can you imagine what that chode must smell like, especially working up the sweat he has in this match?
Hood: That’s gross, Cara. What’s wrong with you?
With his massive strength he flips Claudia up and jumps back with a MASSIVE TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER! The ring shakes hard as the large beast of a man lands on his knees, driving Claudia’s head into the mat onto the chair, knocking her out cold. The bell rings before Plethora is up to his feet, and he looks around, confused.
DING DING DING
Cara: Told ya!
Tuff slides out of the ring, away from Plethora as quickly as he can, as Wrigley and Delia pull the lifeless body out of the ring. Tuff walks over to Belvedere and whispers into his ear. Belvedere looks over at Tuff wide-eyed and backs away from the ring as he lifts his microphone to his lips.
Belvedere: Due to Plethora not listening to his Misfortune, hitting a Piledriver from the top rope is still considered his finishing move... so the winner... and sole owner of the OCW Tag Team Championships... CLAUDIA FROST OF THE INFLUENCE!!!!!!
Cara: Told ya! But everyone better watch out, Plethora is livid bruhs!
Plethora reaches for his mighty scythe but smartly or probably by order, Tuff is running to the backstage area. Tamika Strader, newly minted OCW owner, walks out from around the Letterboard, with a briefcase in her left and right hands. She sets them down as Wrigley and Delia have woken Claudia Frost up. Well, at least a little bit anyway. Tamika pulls a microphone from her back pocket.

Tamika Strader: Plethora, you were told you couldn’t use your finisher in this match! You ignored your Misfortune!
Hood: That’s bullshit! He didn’t do his piledriver!
Smith: I hate to agree with you, Hood, so I won’t. But you aren’t wrong.
Cara: I told you, Auntie Tee wasn’t gonna stand for loopholes or any kind of Shenanigans.
Plethora leans over the top rope, staring a hole through Tamika Strader but she is unfazed, or at least pretending to be. She points to the briefcases.
Tamika Strader: Legal Daddy Wrigley, would you please hand the briefcases to Delia and Claudia, would you?
Cara: Ahh yeah, check these out. I saw them earlier, they are sexy as hell, bruh!
Wrigley does as he’s told, and the women open their briefcases, and the contents are shown on the OCWTron and the Faithful pop at the sight of the brand new OCW Tag Team Championship belts! Delia and Claudia hop up and down, holding their belts. Delia’s smile is extra wide as she holds the oldschool Craze title in her right hand, and the new tag team title in her left hand!
Smith: Wow, those are beautiful! It truly is a new era in OCW!
Hood: Yeah, and Strader better watch out. I can feel Plethora’s gaze from up here and we aren’t even all that close to him!
The Influence celebrate with Wrigley as they head backstage and Tamika sneers at Plethora who is still standing in the ring staring death rays at her. You know this isn’t over between those two.

The lights in the arena are replaced with blue flashing lights and a light fog as "Limits" by Bad Omens begins to play. The blue lights are replaced with red as a woman steps out onto the entrance right before the ramp. The music continues to play as the lights return to normal revealing Mandii Rider.
Mandii looks around the arena filled with mostly cheers and a few boos here and there before smirking and beginning her walk to the ring. Smiling, she looks up at the ring before using the stairs and entering through the second rope. She stands in the center of the ring with a mic in hand, taking in the crowd.
A hush comes over the crowd as Mandii pulls the mic up to her lips. She takes a moment as the last few cheers come to hush.
Mandii: I can't believe it's been two whole years since the last time I stood in a ring, but here I am.
Cheers erupt for a moment then fade once again.
Mandii: Obviously many of you have seen me before, or at the very least heard of me, but for those who have no idea who I am, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Mandii Rider and over the last almost twenty years I've made every ring I step into not just my home for a period of time, but also my house. I've been the underdog, the outcast, the lowest one on the totem pole, but I've also been a leader, a trendsetter, and above all else I've been a champion. I've started from the bottom and built a Legacy, one I plan to continue here in OCW.
Mandii pauses for a moment and looks around the studio stage.
Mandii: Now, before everyone starts assuming things, I want to make it perfectly clear that I'm not here to pretend I'm the best in the world or act like this company owes me anything. What I am here for is-
"Sex Metal Barbie" by In This Moment begins to play, cutting Mandii off. With a very obvious eye roll, Mandii turns toward the ramp and under a sigh can be seen saying "here we go" off the mic before crossing her arms over her chest.
The highest paid female wrestler in the world steps out onto the ramp, and her expression tells it all. She looks less than thrilled to see her long time rival standing in the ring she now called home.
Jenny: “--what you are here for is what you are always ‘here’ for. To try to resurrect your floundering career, to put the spotlight on yourself, to get involved in my business. You just couldn’t leave well enough alone, could ya Mandii? Seeing my success in XWF after you left. Three time X-treme champ, three time TV champ, one Vinnie Lane screwjob vicariously delivered through that cocksock Jason Cashe from being Universal Champion…….all while Mandii Rider sat home seething. This contract must have been the final straw for you. Jealous Mandii just haaaaad to get her calloused hands in the pot.”
Mandii mouths “you done?” in the ring.
She wasn’t.
Jenny: “--all of that, fine and dandy. Lord knows we need some competition around here. You’re a tough cookie, Mandii, and that can’t be denied. Perhaps one of the toughest I’ve been in the ring with. However, despite all that, I am not going to sit here and let you lie to these fans—they paid their hard earned, government-given money to buy this Pay Per View! You can say you’re a baaaad bitch all you want, you can say you’re a champion, an underdog….yaddi da. Soak it in. But do not sit here and call yourself a leader, Mandii. You’ve either been fired or quit every single one of those companies you take credit for forming. Remember SEE? You hooted and hollered and about how good they were going to be. The alternative to XWF, even took some of their talent. What happened, Mandii? You took “time off to train the up and comers” in a company that wouldn’t be open more than a few more weeks.”
She claps for Mandii’s decision making.
Cara: The Queen is giving us a history lesson here, bruh.
Hood: What is she writing the auto-bio?
Smith: There’s a point to this. There is always a point. She doesn’t do anything without a purpose.
Jenny: “---but the TRUTH, Mandii, is you were busy getting your ass kicked by yours truly. You couldn’t hack it. You recruited me there–the big fish in a small pond mentality–and when I was successful there, it ate you alive.”
Mandi rolls her eyes, arms still crossed.
Jenny: “And then RLF. You and your bestie Kara. That was going to be another run at glory, another middle finger to XWF, a place where you could get the recognition you so desperately crave. What happened? You saw your crown jewel DOA before its doors even opened and you needed that star power to move the needle. Once again, you recruit me to save your hide and what happened? You played second fiddle to Jenny, AGAIN.”
Cara: Jenny is doing everything in her power to discredit Mandii Rider here, bruh.
Smith: Are you surprised? Jenny: “I was RLF True Champion while you fizzled out, leaving the company you helped to create. Sure, they closed their doors for financial reasons, but I was True Champion when the lights shut off. You were sitting on your couch.”
The crowd is starting to chant, “YOU WALKED OUT. YOU WALKED OUT. YOU WALKED OUT.”
Jenny: “----and don’t even get me started on XWF—-”
Mandii has finally had enough and in a more pissed off tone spoke.
Mandii: "Jenny, I know you like to hear yourself talk but for the love of god shut the hell up and take a damn breath before you pass out. First off, I love how you are standing there talking until you are blue in the face about all the things you've done but you have never won a one on one match against me."
Mandii lets out a laugh and leans on the top rope looking down at Jenny.
Mandii: "That is why it is laughable that you want to make it out to be that I recruited you or even asked you to follow me around like a puppy. Jenny, you as well as everyone else who followed me did it at your own will without any nudge or persuasion from me. The only person I ever asked to come with me anywhere would be Chris."
A smirk crosses Mandii's mouth and she holds the mic in a cocky way.
Mandii: "By the way you left a lot out of your history lesson such as the fact I took your championship in XWF, I literally left you with no will to live because no matter what you did you could not beat me. Oh, and not to mention you didn't even know I, for lack of a better word, took Chris from you even though I told you to your face numerous times that he didn't want you and had moved on. I literally told you he was playing you and was with me behind the scenes and you still chose to live in a world of denial just like you're doing right now."
Mandii laughs off the mic and shakes her head.
Mandii: "But, I digress. I'm not here to rip you apart, I've done that so many times I've lost count. If you had let me finish, I don't want to keep doing this back and forth thing we've had going on for years. Frankly, I'm tired and I don't want to keep going into companies and facing you over and over because we put on good matches and because people love seeing your ass being kicked. I wanna be friends."
A large smile stretches across Mandii's face as she pushes herself off the ropes and holds out one arm like she's expecting a hug.
Mandii: "What do you say Jen? Instead of letting the past repeat itself again why don't we try something new?"
Jenny bites her lip in a sultry grin.
Jenny: “Friends? You want to be FRIENDS after you ruined my life on national television and laughed about it? FRIENDS after you sent me on the biggest mental and emotional tailspin the Neilson ratings have ever seen. FRIENDS after you put me in an asylum for 9 whole months…….”
She grins again.
Jenny: “.......after being the inspiration for the most successful run of my career. As I said before, if it weren’t for you being a homewrecking whore, I may have never etched myself into the X-Treme title history books. You want to be ‘friends’............”
She shakes her head, still biting her lip with her hands on her hips.
OCW Faithful: BE HER FRIEND! BE HER FRIEND! BE HER FRIEND!
Cara: The Proud and Strong certainly have their opinion!
Jenny: “I can’t say friend is the right word to use……..”
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Jenny: “.........but it could be.”
CHEEEEEEEEEEER
Jenny: “...........You’re right, there are bigger fish to fry. I’ve got some clown faced demon causing me headaches, a title match on the horizon, the biggest contract for a female wrestler in history–mostly due to the success you’ve given me by opening your legs–I don’t need a Mandii Rider problem.”
Mandii drops her arm to her side and shrugs.
Mandii: "I mean, I guess you're welcome for taking your championship and your man. Glad you could see the bright side of things. Now, just so we're on the same page, I don't have to deal with groundhog day here right? You're actually going to accept us being on the same side so we don't get in each other's way, yes?"
Jenny is biting her nails now, her eyes with the same seductive look. She giggles….and points behind Mandii…….
The crowd cheers.
Smith: Turn around Mandii……..or….actually…..don’t turn around…..
Hood: Ever wonder what she’d look like inside out?
Mandii knows what is coming……….she sets the mic down, closes her eyes and takes a big breath before re opening them. She turns around, giving herself up to……….
SPPPPPPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
There is a body laying in the center of the ring, but when the crowd finally catches their breath they realize it is OCW Clubbin’ Man. He was coming into the ring to grind up on Mandii and party with the OCW newcomer, and he paid for it.
Smith: Clubbin’ man got damn near broken in half.
Cara: You gotta wonder if that spear was meant for Mandii.
Chaos pops up, he was a devilish smirk on. He looks at Mandii.
Smith: Uh-oh.
His lip snarls.
Hood: The pitbull is loose!
Mandii smiles at Chaos, and he smiles back! Jenny is in the ring now. The three of them hug, and hold each others hands up over the fallen man in the ring.
Smith: Well there’s your answer Cara! My god, what a trio from hell this is!
Hood: OCW is about to change forever!

We see Brooke Blakely doing some stretches before her match with Moonlight Rose. She smirks as she looks into the camera.

Brooke: Hey there OCW faithful. Every career in every kind of industry is defined by moments. Moments in which lives are changed forever. A moment will happen tonight as I take the Paradigm Championship off of that undeserving Moonlight Rose.
She changes her focus this time seemingly talking to Moonlight Rose herself.
Brooke: Rose tonight isn't about you. Its about the continuation of my ascent to the top. My time to be feared.
The lights in the locker room flicker a bit. Brooke smirks.
Brooke: I am being summoned.
With those words, Brooke skips off into the distance.

Belvedere: The Following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the OCW Paradigm Championship!
”Atta Girl” starts to play in the studio, as the Southern Beauty Brooke Blakely comes out from behind the Letterboard as the faithful pop for her.
Cara: Brooke looking ready!
Smith: That she is, Cara. She is looking to prove herself more than she has outside of OCW with a big win over OCW legend James Raven.
Belvedere: Weighing in at one hundred and ten pounds hailing from Houston, Texas... The Southern Beauty Brooke Blakely!
Brooke slides under the bottom rope, and takes her place in the ring waiting for Moonlight Rose.
Belvedere: And her opponent...
Cara: Oh please, let her voicebox get damaged, bruhs.
Hood: I enjoy how much you two hate each other.
Smith: Moonlight Rose definitely doesn’t like you either, Cara.
Cara: Small brained alcohol syndrome fetus she is.
Belvedere: weighing in at one hundred and ten pounds... she is the reigning OCW Paradigm Champion... Moonlight Rose!!!!!!!
”Meteor” plays as Moonlight Rose comes out to welcoming cheers from the OCW Faithful holding her championship high and proud. She slides into the ring and doesn’t wait as she tosses the belt towards Belvedere and bum rushes Brooke Blakely.
DING DING DING
Rose nails Blakely with a vicious right hand, but Blakely fires back with a right of her own. Blakely grabs Moonlight's wrist sending her into the ropes, with a clothesline she sends her over the top rope to the outside. Blakely steps through the ropes, Rose pulls on her ankle sending Blakely to a seated position on the ring apron. Rose with a leaping roundhouse kick to her temple sends her rolling onto the floor. Rose climbs up to the ring apron to run up the corner with a backflip onto Blakely sending them both onto the floor.
Cara: It didn't take long for this match to make it outside.
Smith: With Tamika making most of the matches NO DQ or Countouts outside of those who have those as Misfortunes makes things much more devious and spontaneous.
Rose bends pulling Blakely up to a seated position, she goes for a toe kick to her temple. Blakely catches the foot spinning Rose back around then kicking her planted leg out from under her. Rose lands on her knee and Blakely shoves up to her feet. Bulldog takes Rose down to the floor on her face, but Blakely quickly pulls her back up to plant her face into the railing around the ringside area. Blakely has Rose by the hair on the back of her skull; planting her forcefully into the metal railing. Rose appears to be on dream street from the quick face slams into the railing, if the dazed look in her eyes is any indication. Blakely with a whip into the ring post, but Rose prevents her face from making contact with the metal.
Smith: Oooh, that was close!
Cara: Would’ve been an improvement, bruh!
Smith: You really don’t like her, huh?
Cara: No bruh, I really don’t.
Blakely leaps at the Wrestling Royalty, but Rose falls just in time to allow Blakely's skull to make solid contact with the more solid ringpost. Blakely bounces back from the impact, Moonlight dropkicks her back into the post. Blakely is slightly busted open just over her eyebrow, but only a trickle of blood is coming from the wound. Rose grabs Blakely in a rear waistlock, but Brooke Blakely with a quick series of back elbows to Rose' face breaks the hold. Blakely spins around with a flying right hand, Moonlight ducks under to use Blakely's momentum against her with an arm drag. Blakely lands flat on her back from the impact, Rose shots up to her feet. Moonlight shoves a fan out of her chair, to fold it up and heft it as a weapon.
Smith: And the weapons come into play.
Cara: About time, bruh!
Blakely pulls herself up to her feet, Moonlight swings the steel chair, but Blakely ducks under the chair's arch. Brooke Blakely drops to one knee firing a quick succession of jabs to Moonlight's midsection causing her to drop the steel chair. Brooke Blakely pulls Moonlight's ankles sending her down to the floor where Blakely mounts her with vicious rights and lefts to her head. Blakely rolls off of Rose and heads for the discarded steel chair, she swings it down connecting solidly with the skull of Rose and the crowd awes at the sound of the impact. Blakely lifts Rose up onto her shoulder in a powerslam position to roll her into the ring. Blakely climbs onto the apron herself, but Rose has gotten up to her feet and is in Lala-Land. Blakely holds onto the top rope to avoid the swinging haymaker from Rose, but Moonlight slams a knee into Blakely's ribs doubling the Southern Beauty over, but more importantly loosening her grip on the top rope. Moonlight flips over the top rope and slams Blakely to the floor, on top of the steel chair, with a sunset flip.
Cara: This is not a fall’s count anywhere match, tho. Pin or Knockout still has to happen in the ring, bruh!
Hood: Don't you think Moonlight knows that.
Smith: She seems uninspired.
Rose lays back from the events of the past minute, she is taking the time to rest and recuperate, but she knows she has got to get up and keep on the attack, mainly because she despises Brooke Blakely so very much. Rose rolls up to her feet and pulls Brooke up with her, she pounds a right fist into Brooke Blakely's jaw, then another right hand, before placing a third right into her temple backing her up against the railing. Blakely is out on her feet, Rose with a running clothesline, but Blakely with a hip toss sends her into the crowd. The fans at ringside scatter immediately, but some fans were unfortunately unable to move out of the way in time. Blakely hops over the railing to pull the nacho cheese covered Moonlight Rose up to her feet. Rose has melted cheese covering her face and a few broken nacho chips spot her cheeks. Brooke with a right hand of her own to Moonlight's cheek sends her back further into the crowd, Blakely with a boot to the midsection a vertical suplex causes the metal railing to catch Moonlight midway her back, folding her in half... the wrong way. Rose lands on the other side of the Wheel of Fortune, the commentators watching intently from the contestant positions they are occupying.
Cara: These really are great spots for commentary. One of a kind, bruhs. Should I spin the wheel?
Smith: Probably not, Cara. Maybe when the match is over.
Hood: Don’t encourage her dumbass!
here comes Brooke Blakely to cause some more pain. Blakely climbs over the railing to stand over her fallen opponent, the cheese covered Moonlight Rose. Blakely looks down at Moonlight before lifting her onto the ring apron to drop an elbow across her throat. Blakely has a gleam in her eyes as she takes the mat up from the floor to fold it back on itself. Blakely grabs a length of the now exposed chord to begin whipping Moonlight Rose with it. The smack of the rubber covered cord is heard six rows deep in the crowd. Blakely tosses the cord down to climb up on top of the ringpost, she leaps driving a leg across the exposed throat of Moonlight Rose. The move is so impactful that Rose flips over Brooke's lap to land face first on the floor; the crowd gasps and Brooke Blakely feels she now has this match won. She lifts Moonlight up and rolls her into the ring.
Smith: She could have decapitated Moonlight Rose there.
Cara: Oh bruh, we could only be so lucky.
Blakely drapes an arm over Moonlight, referee Tamara drops down in position but stops and shakes her head.
Tamara: Only Knockouts, remember?
Hood: Haha! She has to knock her ass out!
Cara: I’d like to knock out that underdeveloped tween!
Blakely can't believe it as she looks over at Tamara for confirmation, Tamara shrugs as Blakely begrudgingly nods. Brooke pulls Moonlight back up to her feet, shoving her into the corner. Blakely with a charge at Moonlight, who lifts her foot up. Blakely is unable to block the foot and slams her face into the sole, she spins back from the impact holding at her right eye, Rose smiles as she scales up the turnbuckle as she faces Star's back. Moonlight leaps from the middle turnbuckle with a royal double double axe handle blow sending Blakely to her knees. Rose hits the MIDDLE ropes to deliver a front kick to the side of Blakely's cheek rolling her over onto her back. Moonlight makes the cover.
Cara: Look at the cheating little asshat, bruh!
Hood: Hey, she didn’t use the top rope. All fair!
1!
2!!
KICKOUT!
Cara: Brooke Blakely able to get a shoulder up in time! Thank God Almighty, Alanis Morrissette.
Hood: Now it all makes sense.
Moonlight begins arguing with referee Tamara about the slowness of the count when she turns around Brooke Blakely is there with a clothesline sending Moonlight back over the top rope to the outside. Brooke Blakely with a running start launches herself over the top rope with a plancha, but Moonlight moves out of the way just in time causing Brooke Blakely to crash and burn on the matting. Moonlight snatches the chair from beside Jon McDaniel to set it up near Brooke Blakely, Rose backs up waiting. Brooke gets up to her knees, Rose runs using the steel chair for a beautiful shining wizard taking Blakely back down to the floor. Moonlight picks up the steel chair, wrapping it around Brooke's head and neck. Moonlight climbs up to the top turnbuckle, leaping with a swan dive, but lands front first on the steel chair, minus Brooke Blakely. Brooke is leaning up against the railing, more blood trickling down from the cut over her eye, but Brooke smiles as she sees Rose holding at her midsection. Brooke pulls herself up, slamming a fist into Rose' mouth, then her midsection, and a even flow DDT onto the steel chair. Brooke isn't finished though as she pulls Rose around to the participant area of the contestants on the Wheel of Fortune, slamming her face first onto the WoF logo emblazoned there. Blakely lifts Moonlight's face from the table, looks at it, then begins to slam it repeatedly into the logo, desperately trying to knock her out.
Hood: I believe Blakely has gone crazy.
Cara: Blakely wanting to show Moonlight Rose that she is Mr. PWA.
Blakely whips Rose back first into the apron, charging in behind with a shoulder block doubling Rose over. Brooke with a neck breaker takes Rose down to the matting. Blakely jumps into the air, driving a knee into Rose' forehead and trying to bust her open with a big impact move. Brooke digs under the ring apron, bringing out the inevitable table, she sets it up. She slams Rose on top of the table before digging up under the ring for a second table, she sets it up on top of Moonlight Rose before placing the dented steel chair on top of Moonlight's face. Brooke Blakely climbs onto the apron then up the turnbuckle, she turns back with a moonsault slamming through the first table, on top of the steel chair, and through the bottom table. Bits of table fly from the destruction of the table as Blakely slams through them.
Hood: Holy shit!
Cara: You said it, not me.
Tamara digs through the debris to check on the two wrestlers, but Brooke is already fighting through the debris to push Moonlight inside the ring where she can make the cover. Brooke drapes an arm across Moonlight's bloody cheese covered face; referee Tamara is there to once again remind her she has to be knocked out.
Hood: You’d think she figure it out that it needs to be a TKO!
Cara: Well, Tamara is starting the ten count, bruh! So hopefully it was enough!
1!
2!!
3!!!
4!!!!
Rose starts to stir, ending the count since she isn’t knocked out.
Hood: Rose ain’t out yet!
Cara: Damn it, bruh. I blame you!
Brooke Blakely can't believe it, her mouth is open and she stares wide eyed at the referee who holds up two fingers. Brooke Blakely just can't believe it, but Moonlight shuts her mouth for her with a closed right fist that glints with gold. Blakely falls back against the ropes, Moonlight up quickly with a kick to Brooke's neck then a dropkick sending her to the outside. Moonlight digs up under the bottom rope to pull out a twenty foot ladder. Rose slides the ladder into the ring. Rose steps through the ropes to roll the unconscious Brooke Blakely inside of the squared circle. Rose lifts the Southern Beauty up and props her up in the corner and with a glint of torture in her eye. Rose unfolds the ladder as she climbs to the top of the twenty-foot-high ladder. It’s not a top rope. She’s not breaking any rules. Thanks, Obama. Rose leaps with a missle drop kick through Brooke Blakely that lifts her slightly enough to go through the bottom and middle turnbuckle so the top back half of Brooke’s head hits the ring post, and it rings through the studio. Rose isn't moving, Brooke Blakely isn't moving, in fact no one is moving inside the studio, they can't believe it. Tamara is the first to move as she drops to her knees to make the count as Rose’s arm is draped across Brooke’s waist.
1!
2!!
Thre--NO! NO! Brooke Blakely grabs the bottom rope up just in time and no one can believe it, let alone Moonlight Rose! Moonlight looks down at her bloody opponent, looks down at her own bloody body, then to the referee as she shakes her head. Moonlight gets furious as she pulls Brooke Blakely up to her feet pounding right fist after right fist into her face. Brooke Blakely falls back into the corner where Moonlight Rose knees her in the midsection and wrenches on a side headlock making sure to work the neck of Brooke Blakely. Blakely Moonlight's hair, yanks her down, let’s go and punches Rose right in the cheek bone splitting her open further. Rose immediately loosens the side headlock, Blakely pounds again with her fist sending Rose stumbling back. Brooke with the free arm, slams a forearm into Moonlight's throat sending her backwards nearly over the top rope.
Smith: What a crazy match! I don’t know how Moonlight hasn’t been knocked out yet!
Hood: I can’t believe Moonlight hasn’t retained yet. It’s only Blakely!
Brooke Blakely leaves vicious chops to Moonlight across the chest. Rose stumbles away, trying to get out of Blakely's reach, but Blakely begins to whip Moonlight's back, using her freehand to whip her forearm into Moonlight. Fresh rivers of blood begin to make their way down Moonlight's back as she falls into a corner. Blakely stands behind her, fist raised over her head, but Rose with a mule kick to Blakely's knee makes her fall hard. Rose lays there, not realizing that she kicked Brooke Blakely as she looks somewhat out of it. Rose lays in the corner bleeding heavily and gasping for breath as Brooke Blakely holds at her knee. Rose begins to pull herself up to a vertical position, but she slumps in the corner, facing Brooke Blakely, Rose smiles a devilish smile. She charges out, but Brooke manages a desperation back body sending Rose into the ladder laid out across the center of the ring.
Hood: What a fiasco.
Cara: A bloody mess, bruh.
Brooke Blakely pulls the ladder closer to her and looking to the center of the ring. Blakely then climbs to the top of the ladder and leaps off with the FRENZIED SPIRIT (630 SPLASH)!!!!
Cara: bruhs! Rose is outcold! She ain’t even moving! That’s fantastic!
Smith: Tamara is lifting Moonlights arm up! If it drops three times, we have a new champ!
1!
2!!
3!!!!!!
DING DING DING
Belvedere: Your winner via TKO... AND NEW OCW PARADIGM CHAMPION.... THE SOUTHERN BEAUTY BROOKE BLAKELY!!!!!!!
Cara: hell yeah, bruhs! She did it! I knew she would!
Smith: It’s been awhile since any championship has had a successful defence in OCW.
Hood: I blame the Gen Z over here!
Cara: Classic OCW, BRUH!
Cara spins the Wheel of Fortune wheel in celebration, landing on a trip to Mexico. She takes the piece off the wheel and thrusts it in the air as the OCW Faithful laugh and cheer with Cara. “Four Little Diamonds” hits the sound stage speakers as Tamika Strader once again shows herself, carrying yet another briefcase like she has earlier in the night.
Tamika Strader: Congratulations, Brooke! You are the proud champion of the second-tier title to only the OCW Championship! From beating Serena Riot to even pulling a Meghan Strader in having a pinfall victory over James Raven!
Cara: Rest in Power, mamabear!
Tamika Strader: So like I have done all night after every championship match, I have a redesigned OCW championship belt for you, Brooke! It’s a new era, and you are a new champion!
Tamika walks up the ring steps, wipes her snakeskin cowgirl boots on the ring apron, and steps through the ropes as Moonlight has left the ring, head hung low heading to the backstage area. Tamika holds the briefcase for Brooke to open up which she does, and the OCWtron lights up to show the studio audience and the faithful watching at home a better of view of the new OCW Paradigm Championship belt. Brooke looks excited and takes the belt, shaking Tamika’s hand who then thrusts Brooke’s hand upwards, pulling her up slightly as Tamika is almost a foot taller than her.
Smith: Wow, what a sharp looking championship belt!
Hood: kept the centre plate though.
Cara: Naw, it’s better with that blue jewel in the centre, bruh! Congrats to Brooke!
Brooke celebrates with her title as we fade to an advertisement.

“Since I’m a Bastard” by This Grey City begins to play across the PA system. A highlight reel of The Nickleman’s best OCW moments begins playing across the Megatron. We see The Nickleman pin Dylan Thomas, we see him pin CJ O’Donnell, and we even see him pin The Big Bifford twice. Then we see highlight reels of The Nickleman orchestrating the meteoric rise of BOB in OCW before the screen cuts to black. Finally, we see a burst of flames explode at the modified entrance to the soundstage. The crowd goes wild with a mixed reaction as the ever-grizzled Nickleman walks out from the back with a microphone in his hand and a growl affixed to his face. Charlie, however, doesn’t approach the ring. Instead, he makes a beeline straight towards the classic WHEEL of Fortune.
Nickleman: “There can only be one. One world champion, one apex predator, one Bastard King to rule them all….”
The Nickleman approaches the classic wheel before quickly giving it a spin, but he stops it from spinning after just a few short seconds, choosing for himself exactly where the wheel was going to land.
Nickleman: “The Wheel of Misfortune spins and it spins and it spins, but sometimes, where it lands isn’t as random as it may appear. Well….how could it be? Don’t think for a second that all the Misfortune BOB has suffered in OCW this year was incidental, coincidental, pure happenstance….it was all planned, from the very minute I stepped out of line and spoke out against the establishment, against Synn’s precious littler handlers. The strings on that puppet are just like the strings they put on PICnoccio….and the real Gepetto is there in the back, plotting it all, doing everything they can to turn BOB, OCW, and everything I love into ash….”
“And now…..the great many has been reduced to one: because there can only ever be one. The many headed dragon of BOB still stands tall, but now, one head stands alone, with only one mission: to hold the line, forevermore.”
The Nickleman shakes his head in barely-restrained disappointment before wiping some excess saliva off his mouth.
Nickleman: “And now…the tension on that line is building up greater than ever.”
The Nickleman turns away from the Wheel of Misfortune before finally heading to the ring. The Nickleman calmly walks up the steps of the ring before ducking under the ropes. The Nickleman eyes the crowd wearily before lifting the microphone back up to his mouth in the middle of the ring.
Nickleman: “Building, building, building….just like some people in this company are building delusions in their own mind, brick by brick, with each and every word they say. What a grave SYNN that is to commit....What’s understood doesn’t have to be explained….so it’s no wonder Synn feels the need to explain to everyone how she *beheaded* BOB, and how she is the new *apex predator*...heh, as fucking if! If that painted-face cunt really “beheaded” BOB, then how the hell is the HEAD of BOB standing here in this ring, calling her the fuck out?!?!”
The crowd goes wild as The Nickleman starts laying into the OCW world champion. Charlie wipes some more spit from his lips and beard before he starts pacing around the squared circle.
Nickleman: “There can only be one apex predator, but everyone thinks being an apex predator is easy. Top of the food chain, nothing else that can take them down within their own kingdom, right?
How about a bullet ripping apart your cranium and exploding in your cerebral cortex?
Chances are, you’d never even see it coming. We all know Pic never did. He was dead before he heard the sound of Synn’s soaring shrieks. She turned him into her prey, and he never stood a shot……but here’s the thing that Synn is missing:
IT’S SO EASY TO JUST BE ‘A’ PREDATOR.
To strike at the right moment, to wait patiently in the wings for your chance to taste greatness. It’s easy to sit around and make friends with the powerful people backstage, to wait on their beck and call until they toss you a wounded gazelle to feast upon. It’s incredibly easy to just be ‘a’ predator, to just wait and stalk until the time is right.
But that’s not what the apex predator does. That’s not what THIS apex predator does!”
The Nickleman looks around with a mad grin and a bloodthirsty look in his eye as he wags his finger.
Nickleman: “Being the apex predator is not about having skill or patience: it’s not about ‘wanting’ it more than someone else, and it’s definitely not about “losing” to “tell better stories later”.
Being an apex predator is about telling everyone exactly what you want, AND THEN TAKING IT, because there’s nothing anyone can do to stop ya! And that’s exactly what I’m doing right here, right now, tonight at this Premium Live Show.
I’m telling everyone exactly what I want, just so it’s no big surprise when I go and that stolen belt off of Synn’s burgeoning waist! And fuck, I might just take her head from her shoulders too, while I’m at it….”
The crowd flares up in excitement. The OCW faithful can smell the blood in the water.
Nickleman: “If Charlie Nickles seems like a scavenger, it’s only because the game that I’m hunting has already been killed….by ME! All those many moons and months ago….but if this living dead girl wants to wander the halls of OCW with my name on her lips and MY BELT on her waist, well then, I guess I’ll have to put that little bitch to rest ONCE AND FOR ALL.
If you really are the predator you think you are, Synn, then you’ll know what to do when you hear this challenge. And if not, well then, I guess you’re going to need to do some preying.
I’ll be seeing you soon, darling.”
The Nickleman drops the microphone in the middle of the ring before exiting the ropes and walking away from the scene. The crowd murmurs in excitement as he lays down his ultimate challenge.

Belvedere: The Following is the Main Event of the Evening and is for the OCW CHAMPIONSHIP!!!! Introducing first...

”YEN” by Slipknot starts to play as SYNN slithers out from behind the letterboard and OCWTron.
Belvedere: weighing in at one hundred and fifty pounds hailing from Anchorage, Alaska... she is the reigning OCW Champion.... SYNN!!!!!!!!
SYNN slides into the ring, handing her title over, awaiting her opponent.
Hood: Come on, who is it?
Smith: You’ll see.
Cara: What he said, bruh! And it’s great!

The lights in the studio dim as the catchy mid-nineties opening riff of “I’m Just A Girl” hit’s the p.a. system. The OCWtron lights up with a platinum crown in the middle of the tron flashing off and on as Victoria Strader steps out from behind the curtain to a chorus of cheers and some boos.

//Take this pink ribbon off my eyes I'm exposed, and it's no big surprise Don't you think I know exactly where I stand? This world is forcing me to hold your hand\\
Belvedere: Hailing from Night City, California by way of London, Ontario Canada and weighing in at 145 lbs....
Victoria looks out at the crowd and breathes in the atmosphere.
//Cause I'm just a girl, a little ol' me Well, don't let me out of your sight Oh, I'm just a girl, all pretty and petite So don't let me have any rights Oh, I've had it up to here\\
Belvedere: She is the former commissioner responsible for hiring SYNN…
//The moment that I step outside So many reasons for me to run and hide I can't do the little things I hold so dear 'Cause it's all those little things that I fear\\
Victoria hops on the apron, wiping her boots on it before stepping through the middle rope.
Belvedere: She is known as the future Queen of the Strader family… Victoria!!! STRADER!!!!!!!!!!
//‘ Cause I'm just a girl, I'd rather not be 'Cause they won't let me drive late at night Oh, I'm just a girl, guess I'm some kind of freak 'Cause they all sit and stare with their eyes \\
Victoria leans back into her corners turnbuckle preparing herself mentally for SYNN and the possibility she will lick her.

DING DING DING
Hood: This is great!
Cara: Why is that?
Hood: Might get to see someone kill your sister and I’ll be right beside you to bask in the wonderfulness of it all.
Cara: Tell me, have you always been a victim of premature ejaculation, or were you born that way?
Strader picks SYNN up and unchambers lefts and rights into SYNN's stomach and chest. Strader shoves SYNN into the corner and rushes in with a clothesline and connects. SYNN stumbles out of the corner and then Strader picks up SYNN in a full-nelson and slams her to the mat.
Cara: Vee has wasted no time and is dominating SYNN early in the match.
Hood: What a cheap start by Strader. She didn't give SYNN any time to get ready in the ring.
Cara: SYNN had plenty of time, bruh.
Strader gets SYNN up to her feet and sends her into the ropes. Strader hits a tilt-a-whirl slam on SYNN. Strader goes into the ropes and comes down with a highly elevated leg drop over the throat of SYNN. Strader goes into the ropes again for another leg drop, but SYNN rolls out of the way just in time.
Hood: Whoo! Come on SYNN!
SYNN gets to her feet, and climbs up the turnbuckles. Strader gets over to her feet and runs toward the corner. Just before SYNN can jump off, Strader nails SYNN with a right hand. Strader takes SYNN down to the mat with a gorilla press slam!
Cara: Vee’s strength is endless, Hood! Did you see how she lifted SYNN with ease?
Hood: Well SYNN isn't that heavy of a lady, Cara, so yeah I can see that.
Strader waits for SYNN to get up, and then nails SYNN with a right punch. Strader whips SYNN into the ropes and SYNN comes back only to have Strader hit 180 spinebuster on her. Strader goes into the ropes and comes down with a splash over SYNN. Strader gets to her feet and lays the boots to SYNN, and then gets her to her feet. Strader knees SYNN in the stomach and then sends her shoulder-first into the ringpost. SYNN connects violently with the ring post and Strader pulls her out of the corner. Strader picks up SYNN and sets her on the top turnbuckle. SYNN's back is to the ring and Strader climbs to the middle rope. She puts her head underneath SYNN's left arm and picks her up, slamming her back-first into the mat below.
Cara: What a reverse suplex off the top rope from my sista! She's not letting SYNN breathe!
Hood: Don't worry SYNN will get out of this soon.
Cara: I don't know, SYNN seems to be in some major pain, bruh.
SYNN is grabbing her back. Strader gets SYNN up to her feet and slams her big fist into SYNN's lower back. Strader does it again, and again. Strader sends SYNN into the ropes, and Strader immediately goes into the ropes perpendicular from SYNN. SYNN bounces off the ropes the same time Strader does and Strader gives SYNN the Plow from the side!
Smith: Good God! Strader crushed SYNN!
Hood: Wow... You finally spoke.
Smith: I have enjoyed watching Cara make you squirm.
Strader gets up to her feet, getting the crowd pumped up. SYNN stirs a bit, trying to get to her knees. She's gasping for air. SYNN grabs the ropes and tries to get up, but Strader is back on her again. Strader slams her fist into SYNN's back again and then takes SYNN down with a german suplex.
Smith: SYNN is in a lot of trouble here, Hood. If she can't do something about Strader' offense then it might be over for her.
Hood: No way, Smith. SYNN is too good and too experienced for that.
Strader begins to climb to the top rope. The crowd gets crazy as Strader is standing on the top rope. The big man tries to keep her balance and then leaps off with an elbow drop, but SYNN moves out of the way! Strader connects with nothing but the canvas. SYNN tries to get up to her feet quickly, but she's in a lot of pain. Strader gets up to her knees. SYNN finally to her feet the same time Strader is, and Strader charges in. SYNN ducks underneath and then hits a roundhouse to the back of Strader' head!
Cara: What a kick from SYNN!
Hood: Oh yeah!
Strader holds her head and SYNN slams her fist into Strader' side. SYNN goes into the ropes and comes back with a flying forearm to Strader' head, taking her down. SYNN stomps Strader on the mat, and then slides out of the ring. SYNN reaches for something underneath the ring. She brings it out, and it's a steel chair!
Hood: I think SYNN has had enough and feels it's time to let loose on Strader.
Smith: No kidding, Hood!
SYNN slides into the ring with the chair and Strader is on her feet. SYNN swings, but Strader moves out of the way. Strader kicks SYNN low and SYNN drops the chair. Strader tries to go for the Planter and gets SYNN up on her shoulders, but SYNN tries to fight out of it, hitting Strader in the head with lefts and rights.
Cara: Vee is going for the Welcome to Riverdale!
Hood: Ha, SYNN grabbed that dumb bitch’s ankle and twisted her around!
Strader is taken down with authority. SYNN gets up to her feet and grabs the chair again. SYNN walks over to Strader, but Strader kicks SYNN in the left knee! SYNN drops the chair again, as her left knee has given her problems in the past. Strader rises to her feet with a big uppercut, knocking SYNN to the mat. SYNN gets to a knee and Strader charges in, but SYNN headbutts Strader in the stomach and then elbows Strader in the head. Strader stumbles back and SYNN tries for a spinning heel kick, but Strader catches SYNN before SYNN can connect. Strader hits SYNN with a belly to belly suplex! SYNN crashes to the mat.
Smith: What a reversal from the former commissioner!
Cara: SYNN is definitely hurting from that suplex and needs to get back on offense here.
Smith: Great take, Cara. You are good at this.
Cara: Thanks, Smith! You are great at this as well, bruh!
Hood: You two fella’s done blowing each other?
Strader walks over to SYNN and picks her up by the head. Strader slams SYNN head-first into the turnbuckle. Strader delivers a huge chop to SYNN's chest.
OCW Faithful: WHOO!!!
Strader sends SYNN into the ropes. SYNN bounces back and Strader tries for a big boot, but SYNN ducks underneath, wrapping Strader by the waist from behind. SYNN tries for a german suplex, and gets Strader off her feet.
Cara: She's trying to german suplex Vee!
Hood: SYNN is one of the fastest and strongest chicks for her size in the OCW, you dumb broad.
Smith: Didn’t you fail your SAT’s?
Hood: I TOLD YOU THAT IN CONFIDENCE!
Vee uses all of her weight to come back down to the mat. SYNN tries to do it again, but Strader forces SYNN to back up rather quickly and then smashes SYNN against the corner. SYNN is forced to let go, and Strader hits an ace cutter on SYNN!
Cara: What a move from Vee there!
Hood: Where did she learn THAT?
Cara: I don't know, Quick Draw McGraw! Perhaps it’s because she’s the daughter of Matthew Knox and Meghan Strader? Dickweed.
Strader gets to her feet and comes down with a kneedrop over SYNN's forehead. Strader gets SYNN up to her feet and nails her with a European uppercut. Strader backs off a bit, and puts her dukes up. She nails SYNN with calculated hooks and jabs. SYNN is barely able to stand, and her lip is busted open. Strader takes a step back, and then nails SYNN with a huge haymaker. SYNN goes right back down to the mat. Strader towers over SYNN and gets her up to her feet again. Strader raises her hand up in the air to keep the crowd going, but SYNN takes away Strader' moment with a low blow.
Cara: A low blow from SYNN... now that's cheap, Hood.
Hood: How does that even hurt?! They don’t have testicles.
Smith: It all makes sense now.
Cara: What’s that? That Hood thinks the clitoris is a myth?
Smith: Exactly.
Hood: I hate you both and it’s a totally myth. Sex is a race, and if you come in second, your last and I’m never last, baby!
Strader falls to the mat. SYNN gets up and stomps on Strader's head. SYNN climbs up to the top rope, her back to the ring. She smiles at the crowd and then leaps off with a moonsault double foot stomp and lands directly on Strader' chest. Strader goes crazy in the ring, holding her chest and trying to gasp for air. SYNN doesn't let Strader breathe and connects on Strader' face with a vicious kick. SYNN mounts Strader and unchambers lefts and rights. SYNN grabs Strader by the head and yells at her, and then reaches back with her right hand and delivers a crushing blow to Strader' face.
Cara: What an aerial move from SYNN, I really thought she was going for the moonsault.
Smith: SYNN is deceptive in the air, you think she's going one way and she goes another.
SYNN gets up to her feet and sees the steel chair that she brought in earlier. She grabs it. Strader is trying to get up to her feet, still holding her chest. Strader turns around and SYNN nails her directly on the forehead with the chair!
Hood: OH YEAH!
Smith: Strader... Strader is bleeding badly after that chair shot.
Hood: And it only took one shot! That should show you how strong and awesome SYNN is.
Strader can taste her own blood, and her eyes light up with anger and fury. Strader gets to her feet and SYNN swings at her again, but Strader catches the chair. SYNN and Strader both hold the chair, but Strader overpowers SYNN and slams it into SYNN's face! She does it again, again, and again! SYNN stumbles back and Strader throws the chair at SYNN. SYNN catches it right at face level and Strader punches the chair as hard as she can, slamming it into SYNN's nose and probably breaking a knuckle or bruising her fist at the very least.
Cara: GOOD GOD! Vee just punched that chair into SYNN's nose!
Hood: And SYNN's nose is bleeding again. I thought she got that fixed!
Smith: Her nose wasn't the problem, Hood. Vee's fist was the problem!
SYNN falls to a knee, holding her nose. Strader tosses the chair away, her blood pouring out of her forehead. There's obviously a huge gash right in the middle of her forehead, just above where a potential unibrow could be. Strader wipes the blood away and goes after SYNN again. She hits SYNN with a knee and then picks her up for an atomic drop and connects! SYNN bounces back into the ropes. Strader tries to clothesline SYNN over the top rope, but SYNN ducks down and lifts Strader over the top rope. Strader falls to the floor below and crashes hard, rolling up against the barricade.
Smith: What a counter by SYNN, and she's gonna use her tiny period here to rest for a moment and hopefully stop her nose from bleeding.
Hood: She's trying to clot it, but I don't think it's working.
Strader gets to her feet as some of the fans in the front row give her some encourage. Strader, instead of going into the ring, reaches for something underneath it and pulls out a table.
Smith: Strader has got a table!
Cara: Wait, what's ON that table, bruh?
Hood: Uhh.. is that barbed wire?
Smith: Yeah, and the surface of the table is covered in thumbtacks that are pointed up.
Cara: Holy... this can't be good! Vee is setting up the table on the outside near the apron, and SYNN finally realizes what she's dong!
SYNN's eyes light up and then she goes to the opposite side of the ring and bounces off the ropes. She comes back and then launches herself over the top rope and tries to land on top of Strader and take her down. Strader catches her, lifts her up as high as she can, and then hits SYNN with the Planter through the table with the thumbtacks and barbed wire!
Smith: OH MY GOD! STRADER CAUGHT SYNN AND PUT HER THROUGH THE TABLE!
Cara: ... I.. that is incredible, bruh!!!
SYNN is in serious pain. She tries to roll off the barbed wire and thumbtacks, but it only hurts her more. Finally, she escapes the modified table's wreckage... and Strader begins to stalk her. SYNN is crawling to safety, her back covered in tacks and blood.
Cara: Holy.. SYNN's back is cut nearly everywhere, bruhs.
Hood: Strader isn't done yet...
Strader grabs SYNN by the hair and pulls her back toward the wreckage. Strader tosses SYNN back onto the thumbtacks and barbed wire, and SYNN yells out in pain. Strader slides into the ring. Strader climbs to the top turnbuckle and the fans are cheering her on to finish SYNN right here and now. Strader leaps off with an elbow drop from the top turnbuckle to the outside floor below, crashing down on SYNN and driving her hard into the tacks and barbed wire again. SYNN cries out in more pain... and the floor is turned red from SYNN's blood. Strader caught some wire and tacks when she landed as well, but not that bad as she manages to get to her feet.
Cara: Oh my God Hood... Vee is a monster right now. I guess all this as Veronica in CU- - - Um, being laid off has made her violent... yeah... that’s it.
Smith: This needs to be stopped. Look at SYNN! Her back is shiny and bloody!
SYNN, still trying to stay in the fight, gets up to her knees. Her back is still covered in tacks and blood. Strader grabs SYNN by the head and walks her over close to the announcer's table. Strader slams SYNN head first into the announcer's table, and the only good thing about the impact was that it knocked off some of the tacks that were stuck in her back. SYNN falls to one knee.
Smith: Come on Strader! Take it back to the ring!
Strader shoots Smith a scary look. Smith sits back down.
Cara: I wouldn't do that if I were you, bruh. When my sister gets into a mood, it’s not good for anyone.
Smith: Noted. Thanks, Cara.
Cara: No problem, bruh! Hood, feel free to tell Vee what to do.
Hood: I hate you.
Strader picks SYNN up and runs her right into the ringpost. SYNN hits head-first and falls to the ground. Strader stomps on her some more, and then picks SYNN up off her feet. She drops SYNN over the barricade on her throat. SYNN bounces off and lands to the mat below. SYNN is crawling away, trying to get underneath the ring.
Hood: Yeah, SYNN. That's not a bad idea.
Smith: Strader isn't having that as she grabs SYNN, who's about half-way underneath the ring, by the legs and drags her out.
Hood: Wait, SYNN has something. A fire extinguisher! SYNN turns around and sprays Strader with it! HAHAHA!
SYNN sprays nearly the whole can on Strader.. and Strader is temporarily blinded. SYNN then uses the fire extinguisher by slamming it into Strader' head. Strader falls to a knee, still kind of blinded. SYNN combines kicking and slamming the fire extinguisher into Strader until Strader falls to the mat. Strader tries to wipe away the blood and mess from the extinguisher. Strader can finally see again, only to watch as SYNN uses the extinguisher one last time to open up Strader' forehead cut some more.
Cara: Good God... Strader is bleeding even more now.
Hood: Thank God we have those EMTs on stand-by, Cara.
Cara: We do? Then where the hell are they?
SYNN tosses the fire extinguisher away. She goes underneath the ring again and grabs a ladder. It's a 12 foot ladder, and she slides it in the ring. SYNN goes over to Strader and grabs her by the head. She slams her elbow into Strader' throat and then tosses her into the barricade. SYNN's back is still a bloody mess, and SYNN runs over and nails Strader with a butterfly kick!
Hood: That's such a pretty kick when SYNN does it.
Strader nearly falls to the mat, but SYNN catchs her by the chin. SYNN gets Strader to her feet and lays her across the wheel of fortune wheel to the right side of the ring.
Cara: Uh oh!
SYNN just laughs. She grabs something else underneath the ring. It's another steel chair. She raises it up and smashes it down on Strader' chest. Strader covers her chest, as she cries out in pain. SYNN punches Strader in the head and Strader's face is now covered in blood. SYNN places the chair over Strader' chest and then slides into the ring. She sets up the ladder against the ropes so that one she can only climb up one side of it. She climbs up to the top of the ladder and is now standing directly on top of it, with her back to Strader.
Cara: Wait SYNN! Don't do this!
Hood: It's too late!
Thousands of people fall silent as SYNN leaps off the ladder and comes down on top of Strader, the steel chair, and through the giant wheel with the a finish used by Tamika Strader, The JaquesHammer (Coup De Graçe).
Cara: I think Vee is dead...
Hood: One can only hope.
Smith: Hood, man, that’s dark. Even for you.
SYNN remains on top of Strader, but both women aren't moving. The referee, Gruff, is forced to count.
1...
2...
3!!!
4!!!!
KICKOUT!
Gruff signals that a KICKOUT was made.
SYNN stares at Strader with wide eyes, and Strader looks over at SYNN, fucking with her with taking the extra couple seconds to kickout but she is mangled after all that. Vee pulls her self away from the wreckage, looking back at SYNN, eyes wide and filled with blood.~
Victoria Strader: COME ON!!!!
Strader can barely stand. SYNN runs over and tries to clothesline Strader, but Strader gets the big boot up in time and catches SYNN right in the face. SYNN goes down, and Strader almost falls down as well. Strader shakes her head, and blood and sweat fly off her face. Strader picks SYNN up and slides her into the ring. Strader falls to a knee... and then searches underneath the ring. Strader pulls out about four tables. She puts them in the ring one by one, stacking them on top of each other.
Smith: Oh my God, four tables?
Cara: Whatever Vee had planned, it doesn't look good for SYNN.
Strader tries to get into the ring, but SYNN kicks her in the side of the head. Strader falls on the apron and SYNN pulls her through the ropes. SYNN drives her elbow into the back of Strader's neck and then takes her down with a swinging neckbreaker. SYNN gets a burst of energy and lays the boots to Strader' face and chest. She picks Strader up and whips her into the ropes. Strader comes back and hits a flying clothesline on SYNN! Strader gets to her feet, and uses all the strength she can muster to pick up all four tables and place them standing up along the nearest set of turnbuckles. Strader turns around and is met by a flying kick from SYNN. Strader gets knocked back into the tables and SYNN doesn't let Strader go as she nails her with rights and lefts into the stomach. Strader shoves SYNN away and SYNN comes back, hungry for more. Strader nails a right hand on SYNN's eye and then bursts out of the corner with a running lariat, taking SYNN down.
Smith: SYNN kept trying to cut Strader down but it wasn't working!
Hood: Oh God, I think I know what Strader is gonna do with those tables...
Strader gets SYNN to her feet and tosses her back-first into the tables. SYNN screams out in agony, her back still cut up from the barbed wire and tacks. Strader goes near the opposite corner and goes into a 3-point stance.
Cara: She’s gonna tackle her through the tables!
Strader charges and at the last minute, SYNN sees it coming and makes a move to get out of there, but it's too late. Strader changes her angle a bit and catches SYNN with the huge tackle and puts her through all 4 of the tables. Strader' head misses the tables and the ringpost by just a few inches because of SYNN changing her position. SYNN collapses to the mat, and Strader backs out of the corner, dazed a bit. Strader falls to one knee, blood still pouring out of her face. SYNN is motionless in the corner, and table debris is all over her.
Hood: SYNN's back might be broken, Smith.
Cara:The momentum she needed to do all that, bruh!
Smith: Unreal!
Strader drags SYNN out of the debris and the corner, and covers her.
1...
2...
KICKOUT!
SYNN makes a last ditch effort to jump to her feet. She grabs the ropes to help her stand up, and Gruff checks on her. SYNN says she can continue.
Cara: We'll see what Gruff has to say...
Gruff, hesitant at first, allows SYNN to continue. Hood: SYNN is still alive Cara!
The crowd goes crazy as Gruff backs away from SYNN and signals that the match will continue. Strader smiles, and gives SYNN a slow clap for respect. SYNN sarcastically gives her a bow.
Smith: Unbelievable, Hood. SYNN's toughness is rivaled by only one person in the OCW and that's the World Champion.
Strader and SYNN lock up, but SYNN falls to a knee being overpowered by Strader. Strader puts SYNN in an armbar and SYNN cries out in pain. SYNN's free arm gives Strader a shock to the ol' family jewels, and Strader backs away for a moment. SYNN rises up with a knee uppercut to Strader, and then Strader gets backed into the corner. SYNN gives Strader shoulder thrusts into her stomach and then SYNN stomps Strader down in the corner.
Cara: It's amazing that SYNN still has this much strength left after what she has been through.
Hood: What about Strader?
Cara: Both women have proved their worth and then some here tonight!
SYNN slides out of the ring and grabs yet another weapon from underneath the ring. It's a chain! SYNN slides back into the ring and wraps the chain around her hand. She steps a few steps toward SYNN and...
*WHAM!*
SYNN nails Strader in the head with her chain-wrapped fist! Strader falls to the mat, as a new gash in her head appears. More blood pours out of Strader and Strader looks lifeless on the mat. SYNN drops the chain next to Strader. With Strader on the mat, SYNN rises to the top rope, her back to the ring. She then jumps off, corkscrewing her body around while somersaulting, and finishing it by landing with the JaquesHammer once again.
Hood: THE EUTHANASIA FOR A SECOND TIME!
Cara: Nobody's gotten up from a second Euthanasia, Hood. Nobody.
SYNN gets off of Strader, though. She doesn't cover her right away. She instead grabs the chain and wraps a little bit around her wrist. Then she wraps the rest of it around Vee's throat and begins to pull back as hard as she can, choking Strader.
Cara: Oh God, she could kill Strader.
Hood: Wow.. SYNN is going way too far. She had her beat already.
Strader is struggling for air, but the fight slips away from her and she slips into unconsciousness...
Cara: SYNN choked her out!
SYNN covers Strader.
1...
2...
3!
4!!!!
5!!!!!
DING DING DING
Belvedere: And your winner via pinfall.... AND STILL OCW CHAMPION... SYNN!!!!!!!!
SYNN stands up, with her fist in the air. She looks down at Vee who slowly gets to her feet.
Cara: Man, I was really hoping Vee was gonna do it, bruhs!
Smith: Could you imagine the shit show the community would have if your sister won the World title of the promotion her aunt owns and runs?
Hood: Smith does have a point.
Cara: Yeah, that’s true, bruhs. Well, it was still a great match and a hell of a defence from our champ.
”YEN” keeps playing as Tamika Strader walks back out like she has done all night with another briefcase, obviously holding a brand new championship belt. She walks up to the ring, and slides the briefcase under the bottom rope to Victoria, who nods and sneers with her Auntie. Vee picks it up, and turns around to face SYNN and motions for her to open it up.
Smith: Class act right here, the former commissioner that hired SYNN and gave the champ a run for her money is now presenting her with the new championship belt. SYNN pops it up, and hold the championship up high for everyone in attendance to see.

Smith: Wow, very reminiscent of the ruby encrusted championship during the days of Marcus Welsh and President Dean!

Hood: Yeah, I even have to say it’s a beautiful belt.
Cara: Auntie Tee wanted to honour the past with the future and Emeralds her fit the Green and Black that OCW is now, bruhs! Proud and Strong!
Smith: Proud and Strong.
Hood: Fuck you both, I’m not saying it.
Victoria slides out of the ring as SYNN celebrates in the ring with her new strap as the scene fades to the OCW logo.