OCW Presents: YOU CAN DO IT!
LIVE! March 26th 2023 (EXTREME TAPE DELAY)
FROM Speedy’s Funspot Complex
In Key West, Florida

~”Every1’s a Winner” by Hot Chocolate starts to play as the camera pans out on the Speedy’s Funspot. As the music gets going, words start to appear on the screen.~

Since 2021 OCW Ownership has changed three times
And Management even more so from Poblano to Strader Financed Marcus Welsh to overhyped twinks and the Goldgeous One, Adi Gold

Talent Has Come and Gone from Killa Kalis to Prisoners and Lime Lovers
To A Mute Man Child who feared competition and every bozo in between

Adi Made the Smart Choice Placing Former OCW Financier and Craze Champion
Tamika Anne Strader
As The Welsh Replacement

Tonight from the Local Sports and Funplex, Speedy’s FunSpot, In the Florida Keys
Tamika is making sure that brand new Craze and OCW Champions will be crowned

With Two New Guaranteed Champions
Tonight Marks a Fresh Start for the Future of
ONLINE CHAMPIONSHIP WRESTLING
And it’s incredibly talented roster

Who Will Win and Retain?
Who Will Win and Gain?
Who Will Climb The Mountain?
Who Will Fall To The Bottom?
But One Thing is For Sure...

YOU CAN DO IT!

Just Don’t Cover Henry Winkler in Bees
He’s Been Through Enough

~The camera pans around the Speedy’s FunSpot from Batting Cages, to the Ticket and Prize Exchange, the large Food Court, the BeerGarden, the Go Kart Racetrack and the Paintball field in the middle of the complex, where OCW crew is hard at work building the structure for the main event. We finally pan to Smith and Hood who appear to near the BeerGarden in their own private area and monitors to call the matches throughout the evening. Smith is all smiles and Hood is unimpressed as he usually is.~

Smith: Welcome everyone to YOU CAN DO IT! Live on OCW’s own O-Network for the low price of $69.99! Hood, are you as excited as I am?

Hood: So excited it is going to cause a 5 day tape delay!

Smith: Dear god I hope not! Tape Delays suck!

Hood: Suck, eh? I didn’t know we were talking about your mom. Let me get Lou up here.

Smith: Such a dicksmack! Anyway! We have quite the lineup for you all tonight! We are gonna start off in the batting cages tonight as The Golden Dragon Shinjaro Yamamoto makes his debut with the only one brave enough to answer his open challenge, The Canadian Dragon Easton Alexander!

Hood: We have been seeing more of his little Padawan in Moonlight Rose than him as of late, but even I can’t deny he’s gonna put on a fun match to watch with his flippy shit!

Smith: No question both men have something to prove tonight! Followed by that we head to the Ticket and Prize Exchange area where a new Craze Champion will be crowned when Delia Black of The Influence and the Southern Beauty Brooke Blakely will duke it out for their first OCW title opportunity!

Hood: Yep, well the mute crybaby was gonna be giving up the Craze title anyway, but at least now for these two, it will actually be presented to the winner this evening!

Smith: Then Delia Black will have to get ready right away as she and Claudia Frost, Le Influence, take on Plethora the Perilous and my personal favourite, Alice Knight, the OCW Tag Team Champions.

Hood: If there’s a god up there or a devil down there, just know I will sell my soul to get the belts off that OWLHOE!

Smith: Yeah, but you don’t have a soul, Hood. So... HOOT HOOT MOTHERDUCKA!

Hood: I hate you.

Smith: And I too, you peckerwood. Following that Crash Rodriguez will actually have to wrestle and defend his OCW Paradigm Championship against the Easton Alexander protégé, Moonlight Rose in a ladder match but once the belt is off the hook, the only way to win the belt is to do three laps around the track that surrounds the ring in their Go-Kart. Wonder if anyone has green shells?

Hood: Or a magical star that is probably PCP.

Smith: Maybe and then it’s the match everyone is waiting for, except for one, but he ran away so it’s former OCW Champion, Steve “PIC” Wilson taking on a former OCW TransAtlantic Champion, the infamous Vhodka Black.

Hood: I am amazed that Welsh was able to grab someone like Vhodka before he left for cigarettes and milk.

Smith: He’s not coming back, Hood. Just get over it.

Hood: YOU GET OVER IT!

Smith: Right... Anyway, we know that paintball guns are a major factor in the main event, but OCW GM Strader is having the crew build a special chamber out in the middle of the Paintball field. She wants no one coming in and ruining the title crowning.

~Almost as if her ears are burning, the dozens of 8K Mini OCWTrons light up, and the screens for us at home switch to her smiling face, as she is out in the Paintball field giving instructions for the chamber being built.~

Tamika Strader: Welcome everyone to YOU CAN DO IT! We have a very special planned for all of you, as I am sure the legendary commentating team of Smith and Hood have already laid out for you. Now, as some know, OCW is in a bit of a financial situation. With poorly negotiated contracts, bad business decisions during the Lion Guard Entertainment era, has put our owner, Miss Adi Goldblum, in a difficult spot. Or I should say, has put me in a difficult spot. After tonight, the company will be scaling back to two shows a month. What that means is, we will do a Wednesday Night Piledriver show halfway through the month in order to hype or monthly epic PPV events. Next month, April 19th will have the returning Piledriver right here in Key West before we invade Burbank Studios in Hollywood, California with WHEEL OF MISFORTUNE headlining the month of April!

Hood: Wait, does that mean I won’t get paid as much?

Smith: Shut up, Hood. Trying to listen here.

Tamika Strader: I have had to let a few people go in the management team but I have brought in a man I trust and that knows OCW like the back of his hand with his years of experience as medic SLASH mechanic... The Knife Man is now an Executive Vice President and will be my boots on the ground as we move toward making this great company once again profitable. Tonight at some point, his replacement... GHOSTKNIFE... will make an appearence. Also, in order to stop hemorrhaging money... we are no longer accepting applications.

~Tamika can’t help it and sneers a little bit, mixed with her mischievous grin as she continues on.~

Tamika Strader: Let’s not delay any longer than we have to... just remember... You Can Do It.

Just don’t cover Henry Winkler in bees. Poor bastard has been through enough.

~The mini OCWTron 8K TVs fade to the Speedy FunSpot Map for a few seconds, before the You Can Do It Logo appears before fading to the batting cages.~

Smith: Some big changes coming to OCW, Hood.

Hood: I would love to bad mouth her and the idea, but she might just be right. Every owner we had before or after Marcus didn’t do the company any favours. Putting us deep in the red and now we have to get back to the black. This might just be the way to do it.

Smith: Thinking logically... are you feeling ok?

Hood: Yeah, don’t tell anyone.

~ Smith goes to respond “we are being broadcasted” but decides to just move on as we get ready for the PPV opening matchup.~

~ The opening riff of Love the Subhuman Self by AISHA starts to play, the crowds attention is all on the 8K screens in the Beer Garden as the lights dim, just as the lyrics begin, Easton Alexander walks into the batting cages, wearing his red and black ring jacket. ~

BREAK YOURSELF INSIDE OUT... SHE TOLD ME WE KNOW DEEP DOWN THERES NO WAY. EVEN IF I SMASH, THE MIRROR HOW DO WE LOOK

~ Easton is eyeing the small crowd that have made their way over as they give him a mixed reaction, the boos and the cheers fly in as he is basking in the light. ~

OHHHH LULLABY. DONT STOP UNTIL I FALL IN FLAMES STAY WITH... STAY WITH ME UNTIL THE ENNNND OF TIIIIME.

~ Easton sings along with the theme. ~

SOOOOO CARRY ONNNNN. LOVE THE SUB-HUMAN SELF. TIME GOES ON, LASTING ROAD I LEFT MY RE-GRET

~ The chorus repeats again, with Easton belting out his own passionate rendition. ~

Belvedere: From North Bay Ontario, Canada... He stands 6 foot, 1 inches tall and he weighs in at 219 pounds... HE IS THE CANADIAN DRAGON...

~ Easton hops on the pitching machine and throws his hand in the air, extending his index and middle fingers. he brings them down and runs them across his throat. ~

Belvedere: EASTON... ALLLLLLLLLEXANDER.

~ Easton looks around at the many batting cage areas, wondering how much this was gonna hurt. ~

Smith: Easton looking to make a big impression on the OCW newcomer, The Golden Dragon!

Hood: I am curious to see how this ShinJaranio does in his debut!

Smith: Shinjaro.

Hood: That’s what I said, ShinJaranio!

Belvedere: And his opponent...

~”Through The Fire” by Dragonforce plays through the sound system in the funplex as The Golden Dragon Shinjaro Yamamoto makes his into the batting cage area. He looks to Belvedere and nods.~

Belvedere: Weighing in at 237lbs and standing at 6’4inches... hailing from San Francisco, California by way of Japan... he is The Golden Dragon... SHINJARO YAMAMOTO!!!!!!

Smith: Oh wow, he definitely looks bigger in person. He is quite tall!

Hood: What? Tall for an Asian man? Is this how tonight is gonna be? Your racist bigotry filling the airwaves?!

Smith: What?! I didn’t even... you know what, nevermind. Jackhole.

~DING DING DING~

~As the bell rings, the two competitors nod to each other and circle. Shinjaro steps forward and the two lock up, with Alexander twisting Collin’s arm behind his back and then slipping his leg in front to trip Shinjaro face first to the the green turf that covers the floor in batting cage area. Alexander drops quickly on top to apply a headlock, leaning his body over Shinjaro to apply extra pressure.~

Hood: Alexander gets the early advantage. Of the two he’s the veteran in this match. God that’s sad.

Smith: He is, but Shinjaro has the training and resources of his family which could be to his advantage. I think I hear the pitching machines firing up!

~With a brief struggle, Shinjaro shoves Alexander off and rolls to his feet, backing up and feeling his head. Alexander stares back and both circle each other again. Another lock up and this time Alexander throws Shinjaro down the narrow pathway between the batting cages on either side. Shinjaro stops himself and quickly ducks Alexander’s clothesline and on the return, Alexander goes for another clothesline, but Shinjaro dives below the arm, turns and kicks Alexander in the back of the knee. Alexander stumbles, and Shinjaro turns him around and throws him into the last batting cage, and as Alexander stops and turns, Shinjaro catches him in a Tilt-a-whirl back breaker, and Alexander finds himself rolling painfully on the canvas but Shinjaro falls down with him as the whirring of the pitching machine sends a hardball bouncing off Yamamoto’s skull.~

Hood: You were right, the machines are fired up. Look at the balls being thrown from either side! It’s like a warzone in there!

Smith: Shinjaro is rubbing his head, as he starts to get up!

~Shinjaro wastes no time and comes in with some sharp kicks to Alexander’s back and kidneys, even though he is a bit dazed. Alexander defends himself by grabbing Yamamoto’s attacking leg, but Shinjaro shakes him loose and brings his fist down against Alexander’s shoulder and forces him back. Alexander gets to his knees and Shinjaro immediately grabs him by the hair, pulls him up and rams his forehead into the corner of a batting cage. Shinjaro then grabs Alexander by the hair and runs him into the next cage, using the run for momentum bouncing his head off the fencing. Three body shots and then Shinjaro whips him down and over, and then applies a back-arm bar, wrenching it over his head. Alexander struggles, gets up and tries to lift Shinjaro up and over but Shinjaro hits a knee and backs Alexander up a bit. A second knee drives Alexander into the fencing again and Shinjaro whip’s Alexander back out into the narrow hallway.~

Hood: Shinjaro has a tremendous momentum going here.

Smith: It appears his training has really ground the work into him for this all important debut match.

~As Alexander comes off, and Shinjaro runs in, Alexander gets his arm up and hits a forearm over Shinjaro’s forehead, knocking him hard to the green astro turf. As Shinjaro tries to stand, a second forearm shot takes him back to the turf. Shinjaro rolls over shaking his head as Alexander now stalks him from behind. Alexander jumps up onto the pitching machine, diving off with a clothesline and Shinjaro ducks, but Alexander leap frogs him and turns and comes in. Shinjaro is confused for a moment and Alexander jumps and hits a hurricarnna, sending Shinjaro bouncing along the astro-turf. Alexander rushes over and tries to cover.~

1!

2!!

KICKOUT!!!

Hood: Close! Shinjaro lost his advantage and now Alexander needs to execute some hard moves, if he’s going to keep Shinjaro from gaining the momentum again.

Smith: Alexander realizes now that Shinjaro has a plan, and he has to avoid that!

~Shinjaro pulls himself up by the fenching, facing to the center of the pathway as Alexander stands and comes in for the attack. However, a knee lift from Shinjaro halts Alexander’s approach and Shinjaro throws him back into the corner of the 3rd batting cage. An uppercut, followed by a whip to the other cage across the narrow hall, causes Alexander to hit the corner with his back. Shinjaro comes in, but Alexander hits him and dizzies Shinjaro who is forced to back up. Alexander then hops the pitching machine again, going high and aiming for Shinjaro.~

Hood: High Risk Move!

Smith: May be too early to try this!

~Shinjaro runs in as Alexander jumps but Shinjaro ducks it and Alexander lands on his feet in the middle of the cage. Shinjaro turns and runs out, but Alexander twists and answers with a drop kick, crashing Shinjaro down.~

Hood: It didn’t work as he planned, but Alexander thought on his feet.

Smith: As well as off his feet!

~Alexander the drags Shinjaro to the another cage and goes to scale the fence to the top. Aligning himself, Alexander soars with an attempted splash, but Shinjaro gets his knees up and Alexander impacts solidly on them, falling away holding his gut in pain. Shinjaro rolls the other way, also hurt from the impact. Shinjaro gets up first, using the fencing and limping as he moves over and begins stomping on Alexander in his injured stomach. Shinjaro watches as Alexander moves around the cage and follows with kicks and punches. Shinjaro comes in again, but Alexander manages to swipe at him with a weak punch, which is Just enough to let Alexander jump up and come in for an attack of his own. However, Shinjaro swiftly kicks him in the gut, still aching from moments ago, and then sweeps Alexander up hits a perfect back suplex on Alexander. Shinjaro then rolls him over for the cover.~

1!

2!!

SHOULDER UP!!!!

Hood: A lot of effort to get out of that pin!

Smith: Alexander is making Shinjaro waste his energy. Easton is really coming along with a veteran mindset! Impressive to see in such a young talent.

~Shinjaro has a focus that borders on cockiness as he kicks at Alexander a few times to injure him more. Dragging Alexander up, Shinjaro hooks him into a front face lock and lifts him vertically into the air, before dropping Alexander over the pitching machine, hanging him to dry. Shinjaro then takes a few steps back and hits a huge drop kick to the side of Alexander’s face, dropping him down onto the astro-turf. Shinjaro with another cover.~

1!

2!!

SHOULDER UP!!!!

Hood: Well shit, this is quite the back and forth. Shinjaro started with the momentum but Easton has kept him from regaining it.

Smith: Shinjaro looking to resume control as Easton hasn’t been able to string anything together.

~Dragging Alexander up, Shinjaro quickly wraps him into an abdominal stretch, wrenching his body and stretching it hard. In the stretch, Shinjaro uses his free arm to punch the ribs he had been attacking throughout, while Alexander, all the while moans but refuses to tap out.~

Hood: He may have heard you there!

Smith: Excellent weardown tactic!

~Alexander finally manages to turn to break out so Shinjaro lifts him up for a slam but the momentum is too much and Alexander shifts and lands on top of Shinjaro, covering him.~

1

2

SHOULDER UP!

Hood: NICE reversal!

Smith: Shinjaro can’t afford to make those kinds of mistakes!

~Shinjaro whips out from the cover and jumps to his feet and kicks Alexander in the gut again, putting more pain on the injured ribs. Shinjaro then whips Alexander into the corner, chest first and when Alexander bounces back, Shinjaro drives his elbow and forearm back into Alexander’s ribs yet again. Two shots to the kidneys follow and Shinjaro senses victory. Lifting Alexander up, Shinjaro shoots him over for a back-body drop, but behind him Alexander lands on his feet. Shinjaro turns fast and runs in, only to find himself crashing to the astroturf from a perfectly executed belly to belly suplex.~

Hood: He’s rushing too much, not keeping himself in control.

Smith: Shinjaro is looking angry, vicious.

~Still, as a desperation move, it doesn’t allow Alexander to follow the advantage and Shinjaro jumps up quicker and again, more rib attacks. Shinjaro knows he has to stay focused to bring Alexander down for a possible win. Shinjaro pulls Alexander up by the head, but Alexander breaks free and punches Shinjaro in the cheek. Shinjaro backs to the ropes, holding his mouth and Alexander waits for Shinjaro to come back in and hits a kick to his midsection. Alexander then follows up with some solid punches, finally finding his momentum, and then a chop, a forearm and a chop. A whip to the ropes and as Alexander returns, Shinjaro drops and back body drops Alexander. Again, however, Alexander lands on his feet and spins around, bringing his foot into the air and hitting a heel kick to the side of Yamamoto’s temple. Easton signals he wants to end it! He hooks the arms of Shinjaro as he goes to attempt the underhooked piledriver finish he calls the DD-98 but Easton doesn’t realize he’s exactly between two pitching machines that whir and - - -~

SMACK! SMACK!

Hood: Oh shit, the back of Easton’s skull was smoked by a hardball and he got hit directly on the nose with another hardball! Look at the blood everywhere!

Smith: Look! Shinjaro has fallen back on Easton with a pin!

~Puff slides in to make the count!~ ~Alexander quickly covers.~

1!

2!!

3!!!!!!!

~Easton kicks out but he’s .02 seconds too late as Puff calls for the bell~

~DING DING DING~

Belvedere: Your winner via pinfall in his OCW debut... THE GOLDEN DRAGON SHINJARO YAMAMOTO!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hood: Easton doesn’t look happy!

Smith: Can’t say I blame him. If this had of been a straight up match in an actual ring, it may have ended differently. But if this is the Easton Alexander that is returning? His future has become exceptionally brighter than it was before.

Hood: You might right, Smith. Don’t tell anyone I said that.

Smith: We are on liv- - - ah, don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me.

Hood: My man.

~The camera’s switch to outside in the paintball field where the OCW crew is hard at work building the structure for the main event to crown a brand new OCW Champion.~

~The scene switches to the Security Area where Tamika is talking with The Knife Man.~

Tamika Strader: Alright, looks like everything is right on schedule. Knifey, have you had a chance to run with the job checklist for the new medic SLASH mechanic?

~Knifey nods, and points behind Tamika.~

TKM: Yes ma’am. He’s right there behind you.

~ Tamika turns around and is slightly startled by how quiet he snuck up on them.~

GhostKnife: Hello, Tamika. What’s your favourite scary movie?

Tamika Strader: The Parent Trap. One hundred percent frightening.

~The three all laugh for a few seconds.~

Tamika Strader: I am sure Knifey has gone over your duties but I just want to cement the fact you need to be on your toes in these parts. Our roster is crazy talented and also plain old crazy. Vhodka Black rode Larry Tact like an Atom-Bomb in an old black and white movie into a net of barbedwire. Granted, that didn’t happen here but it could when Vhodka is involved.

GhostKnife: Won’t be a problem. I will be there with my buck-knife to perform any surgeries needed.

Tamika Strader: I appreciate the enthusiasm but let’s try and keep any surgeries performed to be done in a hospital, so I can sue for medical malpractice if someone tries to give CAP SLOCK a sex change.

TKM: Ma’am, the crew needs us out on the field for more instructions for the glass chamber being built.

Tamika Strader: Right. Need that thing built properly. GhostKnife, was great to talk to you and I know you will do a good job.

~GhostKnife makes his way off our screens, and Tamika looks at Knifey with a raised eyebrow.~

Tamika Strader: Let’s keep an eye on that one. It’s unsettling how his black cloak floats behind when he isn’t moving.

TKM: Yes ma’am.

~Tamika and her EVP make their way out to the field as we fade to the next match: Craze Championship!~

~Smith looks over to Hood, looking very excited.~

Hood: What’s with that stupid smile? Did you actually enjoy Black Adam?

Smith: That’s just a straight up lie. No one enjoyed Black Adam. I am excited because this match guarantees a brand new champion to be crowned!

Hood: There was always gonna be a new champion, the winner of the main event before the card changes happened when that awful Strader woman stripped Meyhu of the title and firing- - -

Smith: She didn’t fire anyone. Some people prefer easier challenges. The OCW title isn’t something you give people. Here in OCW, you need to earn the top title.

Hood: Yeah, ok. I’ll give ya that. I hear that the crew is busy in the paintball area setting up a ring, and some type of barrier that is being guarded by OCW Enhancement Talent.

Smith: Yep, PIC vs Vhodka Black is gonna be epic. But so will this match between OCW newcomer Brooke Blakely and one half of The Influence in Delia Black!

~Our screens flash and we are in the ticket booth and prize area location of the Speedy’s Fun Spot, where Delia Black and Brooke Blakely stand 12ft apart where Belvedere and Juff stand in between. Belvedere presses the on button to the fancy headset that is attached to the large compound’s sound system and his velvety voice fills our ears.~

Belvedere: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the vacant OCW Craze Championship! Introducing first…

~”Atta Girl” by Lainey Wilson starts to play throughout the sound system as Blakely steps forward, looking extremely focused.~

Belvedere: Hailing from Houston, Texas… she is the Southern Beauty Brooke Blakely!!!!!

~ Some faithful have made their way over from the beer garden on the west side of the Funspot while the rest watch on the dozens of large 8K screens are set up to watch the evening’s event and the Southern Beauty has fans in attendance.~

Smith: Brooke looks focused! It’s no easy task in front of her.

Hood: Be smart to have brought the Black Adam script to throw Delia off.

Smith: I really hope not. No one wins.

Belvedere: And her opponent… she is one half of the The Influence with Claudia Frost…

~”Send Me Your Money” by Suicidal Tendencies plays as Delia smirks and raises her hand up in the air.~

Belvedere: hailing from the Murder Capital of the World, Santa Clara, California!!!!

~ Delia has her own fans as well as they hoot and holler, like “Pretend that bitch is Black Adam eating your cake” and we can see the anger build up.~

Smith: Oh this is gonna be good!

Hood: What’s with those crates scattered around the area?

Smith: Well, I just heard over the headset that Miss Strader felt the match should have more weaponry.

Hood: … Damn. Someone might die tonight… CLASSIC OCW, BABY!

~DING DING DING~

~Both talents circle each other in the open floor scheme as Belvedere takes his leave and Juff looks around wide eyed, trying to keep their eyes focused on each other but can't help but look at the marvel of weapons around them. Blakely picks up one of the crutches and Delia grabs herself a baseball bat. Both women are waiting to see who will move first, and it's the one half of Le Influence who takes a swing at Blakely. Blakely blocks it with the crutch and nails Delia in the gut with the bottom end of the crutch! Then she drives it across Delia's face! She slams the crutch into Delia's chest and drives her into the turnbuckle, trying to choke out Delia with the crutch. Delia takes her knee and nails Blakely in the gut and then picks up her baseball bat, hitting a homerun off Brooke's back!~

Smith: Shades of Barry Bonds with that swing, Hood!

Hood: Kids today don’t know who Barry Bonds is, Smith. Fuck of a powerbomb from Delia on Blakely, right on top of a bag of beer bottle caps! That’s like… metal legos.

~Blakely is cringing from the powerbomb and Delia grabs Blakely's right leg. However, Blakely reaches for a light tube and cracks it over Delia's head! The small crowd goes crazy with approval as does the beer garden area! Blakely gets to her feet and grabs another light tube. SMASH! Right over Delia's head, who's still standing! Delia leans against a counter where a selection of cheap ass stuffed animals and Blakely gives her a clothesline, sending her up and over to the other side of the counter! Blakely grabs that bag of beer bottle caps and hops over the counter. She tosses the bag on the ground and gives Delia some punches to the head. She then whips Delia back-first into the wall of stuffed animals and they fall on top of her! Luckily these stuffed animals aren’t made of anvils. Brooke reaches for something underneath the counter and pulls out a glass table. She slides it over to the other side and then gives Delia a dropkick which sends her over the counter and into part of a small group of fans! Brooke, taking her bag of beer bottle caps, sets up the glass table. She pours the bottle caps all over the glass table as Delia makes it to her feet. Delia climbs the counter, receiving many pats on the back from the fans there, and gets over. Blakely meets her with some brutal kicks to the head, but Delia manages to catch Blakely's leg on her last kick and put Blakely flat on her back. Delia mounts Blakely and starts pummelling Blakely with lefts and rights. She brings Blakely up to her feet and picks up a dinner fork, driving it into Blakely' left arm!~

Smith: And Delia Black just stabbed Blakely with a fork!

Hood: I have a feeling I am gonna say “CLASSIC OCW, BABY” a lot of times tonight!

~Blakely pulls the fork out of her arm and drops it to the ground, blood coming out of the wound. Delia doesn't stop though as she grabs a pizza cutter, giving Blakely cuts all along her back! Delia continues to cut up Blakely with the pizza cutter and Blakely' back is nearly all dark red from her wounds. Delia slams the pizza cutter into Blakely' back and the cutter breaks!~

Delia Black: CHEAP MOTHERFUCKER! Was it made by the producers of Black Adam?

~Delia grabs Blakely by the head and slams her face-first into the countertop. She gives Blakely multiple kicks to the gut and then drives her forearm right into her face. Blakely falls to a seated position on the hard floor against the ticket counter and Delia continues to stomp away. All Juff can do is sit back and watch and hope these women don't kill each other. Delia supplies a double middle finger salute and nails Blakely in the side of the head with a final stomp. Delia, who is bleeding out of her forehead from the light tube shots, yells out to the crowd to get them going and they respond easily as the OCW Faithful in the arena is on their feet and louder than ever and the ones in the beer garden echo the sentiment. Delia walks over to Blakely but Blakely nails Delia in the groin with a kick! It hurts women as well, you misogynistic jerks. The Faithful feels Delia's pain because that hurts women as well you sexist jerk.~

OCW Faithful: OOOOHHHHHH!!!!!

~Delia falls like a sack of potatoes and Blakely tries to pull herself up to her feet with the velvet ropes on the line guides. Blakely pulls Delia up to her feet, eyeing the glass table. Blakely takes a running start, and slams Delia through the bottle caps and glass table with a variant of a Sunset Flip!~

Smith: The Royal Powerbomb through the glass table!

OCW Faithful: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Hood: Unbelievable, Smith! And Blakely goes for a cover!

1!

2!!

THR- - - NO! KICK OUT!!!!

Smith: And Blakely can't believe it!

Hood: I can't either!

~Blakely is amazed and gets up to her feet. She looks for another glass table, but it's a wooden one this time and it will do. She props it up against the adjacent wall from the ticket booth. Blakely smiles as she looks at her hands. It's more barbed wire as Blakely tosses toward the table. Delia begins to crawl back up to her feet. Blakely wraps the table in barbed wired, and even places the remaining light tubes on there for good measure!~

Smith: Blakely is going for the lighter fluid...

~Blakely pours lighter fluid all over the table, using about half the bottle. She tosses it to the ground, and then yells out to the crowd that has made their way over from the Beer Garden area.~

Brooke Blakely: I NEED A LIGHT! ANYBODY GOT A LIGHT?!

~Instantly Blakely starts dodging lighters as they are thrown at her.~

Brooke Blakely: OKAY! OKAY! Careful what you wish for, apparently.

~Blakely grabs a Zippo lighter and Delia is finally to her feet. Blakely holds off on lighting the table and runs at Delia, but Delia surprises Blakely hitting her in the gut with one of those crutches! Delia clotheslines Blakely to the ground and then notices the table Blakely has set up. Delia lets out a sadistic grin and grabs Blakely by the head, lifting her up to her feet. Delia tosses Blakely toward the barbed wire table and lifts Blakely onto the top rope. Delia climbs up to the middle rope and puts Blakely in a front facelock. Delia attempts to superplex Blakely, but Blakely blocks it and nails Delia repeatedly in the side. Delia lets go of the grapple hold and Blakely flicks open the Zippo lighter, lights it, and then throws it on top of the table! The table immediately goes up in flames! Blakely grabs ahold of Delia and jumps, putting both of them through the flaming barbed wired table!~

OCW Faithful: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Smith: Somebody put out that fire!

Hood: Naw! LET IT BURN! FIRE!

~Security rushes into the ring and uses fire extinguishers to put out the fire to make sure it doesn't spread and destroy the building as Mr Gold doesn’t want that bill. Delia and Blakely both caught in the barbed wired and broken glass tubes, and security exits the area when the fire has been put out. Delia and Blakely both try to get up from the wreckage, both using the walls to pull themselves up. Blakely's back is bloodier than it was before, her cuts now opened wider due to the barbed wire. They both make it to their feet astonishingly enough and begin to exchange right hands. Delia gets the advantage by kicking Blakely in the gut. She then takes Blakely down with a double underhook suplex that has Blakely landing on some of those beer bottle caps! Delia looks to the OCW Faithful, asking the crowd for new weapons. The crowd pulls out all kinds of stuff, from books to beers to drinking glasses. Delia spots an unusual book from one spectator, entitled "Black Adam” by Adam Sztykiel, Rory Haines and Sohrab Noshirvanix!~

Hood: Delia Black just grabbed a movie from a fan. I didn't even know she could read!

Smith: Just cause she's from California doesn't mean she can't read, Hood.

~Delia walks towards Blakely who is still lying on the once pristine floors now covered in blood, trying to recover from the brutality she has been given. Delia sits down next to Blakely and begins to read some lines from the movies script.~

Smith: She's reading to Blakely!

Hood: Wow, she really can read. Haha! I can't say I've been wrong before!

Smith: You have been wrong before. A lot actually.

Hood: Shut up, dicksmack.

~Delia is thoroughly enjoying her reading time with Blakely as the crowd reacts with laughter. Blakely begins to fall asleep next to Delia, but Delia slaps her and wakes her up. Blakely is startled and tries to get up to her feet, and Delia immediately gets up to her feet.~

Delia Black: Come on Brooke! This is such a great movie!

~Blakely manages stand up to her but Delia nails her right on the head with her left elbow across the brow.~

Smith: I bet that feels better than listening to the live reading of the script.

Hood: I couldn't tell ya, I didn't see it.

~Blakely falls to one knee, but tries to fight back by slamming her elbow into Delia's gut. Delia takes a step back from the impact, but then gives Blakely a devastating knee right to the face. Blakely falls back to the ground and Delia spots the bottle of lighter fluid. She grabs it and shakes it, seeing how much is left. She shrugs her shoulders and then begins to spray Blakely with the lighter fluid! Juff urges Delia not to light Blakely on fire, but Delia ignores her, grabbing one of the many lighters the fans threw at Blakely earlier. Delia gets Blakely up to her feet and then lights her on fire!~

Smith: Blakely is on fire!

Hood: She's Red Hot!

Smith: It wasn't a joke, Hood!

Hood: WEAKASS BOOKING!

~And then Delia immediately nails Blakely with the Trailer Park Trash as Blakely is still on fire! Security rushes in and puts the fire out on Brooke Blakely. Delia is pissed though, telling security to get the hell out of her ring. Blakely is no longer on fire, but did suffer some burns. Delia covers Blakely.~

1!

2!!

THR - - -KICKOUT!!!!!

~Delia throws her hands up in the air with frustration for the match. She thought the pin was hers!~

~Delia Black stands across from Brooke Blakely jumps up and down small drops of sweat and blood drips off of her. Brooke goes on the attack, rushing Delia with a flurry of flying fists. Brooke pushes Delia into the corner and Irish whips her across the Ticket Exchange towards the batting cages where the OCW Dragons went to war. Delia Black slams into the doorway hard as Brooke leaps into the air and crashes down on her foe. Delia staggers out of the doorway.~

~Brooke takes the advantages given to her when they came and this was one of them, she eyes the barbed wire bat and grabs it with both hands. Lifting it over Delia’s head. The faithful go crazy knowing exactly what’s about to happen (by that we mean the ultra violence), as Brooke pulls it down around her opponent's neck pulling it pushing it across her throat. Delia gauges and pulls at its neck as Brooke wrenches it around her throat. Brooke kicks out one of Delia’s knees, causing Delia to drop to a knee. Brooke quickly lets go of the barbed-wire bat and dashes across the ticket exchange, rebounding fast, and coming back, stepping off Delia’s knee and driving her own right into her skull.`

Smith: What a Shining Wizard that was! I don’t think she can get one half of the Influence here but it was worth a shot.

Hood: What’ll be fun is Delia Black heading right over to the Food Court to take on Plethora and the Beast! I hope Alice dies tonight.

Smith: HOOD!

~Brooke fell on top of Delia and waited for the refs count to begin.~

1!

KICKOUT!

~Brooke rises to her feet and looks at the ref with a hint of wicked intentions in her eyes, but to no avail, Juff just shows her one finger and says “one count” before getting out of the way. Delia has risen to her feet. A look of pain and anger is on her face, and Brooke turns around only to see Delia Black’s large arm come across her face turning her inside out and landing her straight on her head. All the cake is paying off. Brooke crumples into a heap in the centre of the ring as Delia taunted her.~

Delia Black: Get up on your feet you little bitch. Even Black Adam would get up.

~Brooke shakes her head and slowly rolls over getting to her feet Delia quickly reacts, using and pulling on the barbed wire bat, dragging Brooke across the floor to where she stood. Brooke looks up as she is right in front of her on all fours, Delia’s face cracked into a big grin that instantly turns into a grimace of pain as Brooke lifts her arm right into her groin. Delia drops to her knees right in front of Brooke, both women on the same level. Brooke grabs the bat and digs it deep into Delia’s face, cutting her forehead. Few drops of blood drip from her competitor's head as she yells out in pain and rage. Brooke just sneered as she ripped it across her face a second time but this time Delia helps her out and then removes it from her face. Brooke’s sneer turns right into a slight look of fear. Delia now wore a grin, with blood covered teeth showing. Brooke goes to strike Delia in the face but it is blocked and followed up with a quick jab. Brooke staggers backward but attempts another strike, only to get it blocked again, but the favour is returned with another strike. Brooke falls on her ass and was met with a stiff kick to the face from Delia, Brooke’s head bounced off tiled floor as Delia stood over her stomping her stomach over and over again. Delia’s face lights up as she has thought… a devious thought. She places the barbed wire bat across her stomach. With a grin, Delia lifts her leg and stomps down hard on the bat. Brooke grasps her stomach in pain as the barbed-wire digs into her. Little blood droplets begin to form up on her stomach as she yells out in pain. Delia lifts her leg again and stomps down hard for a second time. Brooke rolls over, pushing herself into the barbed wire bat unintentionally. Delia lifts her boot and brings it down a third time, causing Brooke to roll over again, only pushing herself deeper and deeper into this mess of barbed wire that’s coming loose on the weapon. Delia looks at the bat and does something terrible. She pulls at it as hard as she can. Brooke’s body left the tiled and bloodied floor and flew into the air momentarily, allowing the barbed wire to roll her out, and rip at her skin as it did.~

Smith: That was sickening and completely disgusting. Brooke Blakely may need to give this one up right here.

~Brooke Quivered on the mat as Delia went for the pin fall with a simple boot on the chest.~

1!

2!!

THRE - - - No! Blakely kicks out!

~Brooke lifts her shoulder off of the floor as the Faithful gasped with joy. More blood is what they want!~

Smith: The match isn’t over yet.

Hood: Not yet, but someone might bleed out! FUN!

~Delia lifts her boot and stomps down hard again before bending down to lift Brooke off the floor. Brooke groggily hits Delia in the stomach with a right elbow making Delia double over, followed by a second and a third. Delia stops the punching with a stiff forearm ascross the back of Brooke dropping her back down to the mat. Brooke holds her back in agony as Delia lifts her from the floor a second time; the only difference was there was no resistance. Delia boots Brooke in the stomach, doubling her over only to be grabbed by the neck and pulled down as Delia sat out.

Smith: What a cutter from Delia out of nowhere!

~Delia rolls over to her hands and knees pushing Brooke from her face down position to a face up position and laying across her.~

1!

2!!

THRE - - - KICKOUT!

Smith: OH MY GOD SHE KICKED OUT!

Hood: Brooke Blakely has a lot of fight left in her. Delia Black better watch out and not put it all out there cause she has to go over to the food court for a chance at the OCW Tag Titles!

~Brooke stars blankly at the particle board covering the wiring in the ceiling, as Delia Black leaps to her feet in rage demanding Juff call it a three count. Brooke slowly turns over and starts to raise herself off the floor as Delia turns around to continue the beat down on her opponent but quickly realizes that Brooke has returned to a standing position when she receives a kick to the stomach. Brooke quickly shoves Delia’s head under her arm, lifted her up halfway and spun out, landing hard on her back whipping Delia around, landing in the same position.

Smith: Well that was creative!!

~Delia holds her head and neck tightly. It is wrapped in barbed wire on the landing. Brooke rolled over and slides her arm across Delia.

1!

2!!

KICKOUT!!!

~Brooke looks up at the ref and shakes her head, but stays on top of Delia not wanting to give her time to recover. Brooke lifts her to her feet and Irish whipped her into the buckles. Delia landed hard as Brooke chased after her and delivers a stiff knee to the chest, grabbing onto her head and pulling her down onto her knees like a code breaker. Brooke squirms out from under Delia and then grabs her head, rolling back and puts her arm out, and holds it like a chicken-wing-crossface.~

Hood: Now this has to be it, there is no way Delia can survive this! There are no rope breaks! There is nothing to help her.

~Brooke lifts her feet a little off the ground and hooks onto the velvet rope on the crowd barrier giving her more leverage to pull back Delia and taps the ground twice, but holds off on the third.

Smith: OH MY GOD! DELIA IS STANDING UP!

Hood: Blakely almost made Delia tap!

Smith: She isn’t holding anything back! How is she gonna even compete for the tag titles?!

Hood: Delia looks pissed off.

~Delia reaches back, grabbing Blakely by her hair and wrestling top and flips her over her back and lands with a sickening thud on the tiled floor. Bet she wishes they were in a ring.

Smith: That has to be pure adrenaline!

Hood: Amazing how that happens.

~Blakely charges after Delia once she gets up, but Delia sidesteps her and grabs her by the waistband of her tights and tosses her into a claw machine. Glass flies everywhere, and Brooke shakes her head as a bloodied stuffed Tweety bird looks at her with a smiling beak covered in blood.

Hood: That's just uncalled for.

Smith: What’s uncalled for?

Hood: Covering Tweety bird in blood and glass shards.

Smith: That’s what you draw the line at?

Hood: Everyone has a line, Smith. Here, want one?

~Hood offers a small mirror with white powder on it.~

Smith: Hood! Why do you have cocaine!?

~Hood rolls up an Andrew Jackson snorting the powder.~

Hood: Ahh that’s the shit. And it’s not cocaine. It’s the Popeye Candy sticks grinded down. Pure sugar rush!

~Smith shakes his head and goes back to watching the monitors. Blakely throws back an elbow and catches Delia in the nose with it. Blakely nails Delia with a right, then a left and then sends her into a vending machine which causes it to go off and candy comes flowing out of it as the stoned/drunk OCW Faithful rush to grab a snack. Blakely tries to lift Delia up on the rebound but Delia kicks Blakely right in the face. Blakely backs up a bit and then Delia almost beheads her with a tornado clothesline! Delia gives Blakely a few stomps to the chest. Blakely tries to get to her feet and Delia nails her on the back of the head with her knee. Delia gets Blakely up to her feet and tosses her into the corner. However, Blakely connects with forearm shots to Delia's head, backing her up a bit. Blakely gives Delia a kick to the gut and then puts her in a side headlock. Blakely calls out to the OCW Faithful and then nails Delia with a running bulldog. Blakely gets Delia up to her feet and whips her back around to the claw machine from earlier. Delia comes running back and nails Blakely with a shoulder tackle, sending Brooke to the bloody and now cracked tile floor! Delia grabs Blakely by the hair and gets her to her feet, and then hip tosses her to the floor. Delia runs from Brooke to create some distance. Then she comes roaring back with a snap legdrop across Blakely' throat, but grabs onto the back of her pelvic bone. Delia gets Blakely to her feet and tosses her into the door to the batting cages. Delia charges in but Blakely moves out of the way just in time. Blakely hits Delia with a right! And then a left! Blakely kicks Delia in the gut and wraps her up on a front headlock, and then DDT! Blakely gets Delia to her feet and slams her face-first into the door breaking through the lock as they tumble in the wreckage left from the Dragons earlier. Blakely super-kicks Delia, but doing so, opened up a line between the mechanical pitcher.

Smith: Umm, she better duck.

Hood: She’s gonna get a hardball to the - - -

SMACK!!!!!

~The hardball bounces off of her forehead and hits the floor hard.~

Smith: Right between the eyes!

Hood: That’s fantastic. Those pitching machines are a menace!

~Delia is up to her feet, shaking the superkicks cobwebs and gets Blakely up to her feet. Delia tries for a double arm axe handle but Blakely kicks Delia in the stomach again, still looking dazed from the ball to the head. Blakely goes and tries for an axe kick on a double over Delia, but Delia backs away and Blakely misses! Then Delia charges and hits a running lariat on Blakely! Blakely to her feet, and Delia hits her with another lariat! Blakely to her feet again and Delia tries for another lariat, but Blakely ducks. Delia goes into the ropes and leaps at Blakely with a flying knee but she too gets- - -~

SMACK!!! a hardball to the back of her head.~

Smith: Oh man, that had to hurt!

Hood: We should ask Easton what it was like to fail against the Golden Dragon because of baseballs to the forehead.

Smith: Jesus, Delia doesn’t even seem to be a phased from that! She’s entering beast mode!

Hood: Good thing beastiality is legal here.

Smith: I don’t think it is.

~Delia gets Blakely to her feet and hits her with an uppercut. Delia tries to send Blakely into one of the cages but Blakely reverses. Delia tries for another flying clothesline but Blakely rolls out of the way. Delia gets to her feet and Blakely nails her with a right hook and then takes down Delia with a dropkick. Blakely gets to her feet and climbs to the top of the batting cage. She comes off with a double foot stomp from the top!~

Hood: What a move by Blakely!

Smith: These two are just trying to brutalize each other as much as they can, and it seems it's about to escalate again!

~Blakely and walks out of the batting cages towards the area’s ticket counter. She reaches for something on the other side of it. She pulls it out, and it's... it's the Super Nintendo Entertainment System, complete with game controllers!~

Smith: I guess employees get bored at work.

Hood: Should’ve stashed a Sega Saturn. That bastard is like a cinder block!

~Blakely picks up the system and smashes it into Delia's head! Delia, who was up to her feet, falls back down to the turf green floor stained with blood from the opening contest. Blakely takes one of the game controllers and uses the cord to wrap it around Delia's neck! Blakely is choking Delia with the SNES controller cord until Delia turns bright red. Blakely lets go and then grabs the controller by the cord, using it as a whip, and whips Delia in the back with the controller!

OCW Faithful: OUCH!!!!

Hood: I agree with the OCW Faithful, Smith. I've been hit with a Nintendo controller. It hurts.

Smith: I would ask why, but I don’t care to know.

~Blakely hits Delia again and again with the controller, and it breaks over Delia's back!~

Brooke Blakely: Cheap piece of plastic.

~Blakely tosses the controller away and grabs the other one. She goes to hit Delia with it, but Delia kicks Blakely in the gut! Blakely drops the controller and Delia rises to her feet, sprints, and spears Blakely! Delia goes crazy with lefts and rights, connecting on Blakely' head and chest. Delia takes the controller that isn't busted and throws it down on Blakely' forehead!

Smith: Good God! What else can these women do to each other!? This is crazy! Both Blakely and Delia are bleeding everywhere!

Hood: Well Delia's dragging Blakely out of the batting cages, she might be taking her out of the danger zone!

~Delia drags Blakely out of the batting cages. Delia whips Blakely into the back towards the toy booth/ticket exchange earlier and then nails her with a right hand. She grabs Blakely by her head and they both begin to stumble into the food court. There is a food delivery truck parked at the back entrance and Delia takes Blakely toward the back door of the kitchens. The truck is about 15 feet down from where they are and Delia battles Blakely out back of the food court now.~

Smith: Delia and Blakely are battling it outback!

Hood: and Delia levels Blakely with a right hand! Blakely is up to a knee and Delia grabs Blakely by the arm...

~Delia attempts to whip Blakely towards the edge and the the delivery truck...

Smith: REVERS- - - NO!! DELIA BACK BODY DROPS BLAKELY ON THE BACK BUMPER!!!!

Hood: Brooke folded on impact!

OCW FAITHFUL: DAMN!!!!!

~Blakely nails the side of the truck bumper and falls to the floor. Delia is on one knee as the OCW Faithful have gathered out in the back area as Juff makes his way through them. Blakely is barely moving, and Delia gets back on her feet and quickly climbs to the top of the refrigerated cube on the truck. Delia looks at the lifeless body of Brooke Blakely.~

OCW Faithful: FIN-ISH HER! FIN-ISH HER! FIN-ISH HER! ~Brooke is finally attempting to get up to her feet and Blakely looks extremely dazed, probably a concussion in its beginning stages.~

Smith: Brooke looks concussed! And Delia has moved her knee pad down!

Hood: I don’t think this is the place to be giving out random acts of felatio. Besides, who moves their knee pads down? Should be making sure they are on properly.

Smith: You perverted prick. She’s signalling her finishing move - - -

~MURDERTIME KNEE STRIKE(Delia pulls down her knee pad exposing her bare knee before charging in and hitting a knee to the back of her opponent’s head) hits its mark! The OCW Faithful boo but cheer as well because of the match put on. They love blood and concussions.~

Smith: Looks like Delia is gonna attempt to finish this match!

~Delia pumps her fists up in the air yelling.~

Delia Black: O’DOYLE RULES!

Hood: is this entire night going to be Adam Sandler references.~

~Delia collapses backwards to the ground to on top of Brooke as Juff slides in to count the pin…~

1!

2!!

3!!!!!!!!

~ DING DING DING~

Belvedere: And our winner via pinfall... and your NEW... CRAZE... CHAMPION... DELIA BLACK OF THE INFLUENCE!!!!!

~ Claudia Frost and their trusted confidant, Wrigley, rush onto the scene to help Delia up to her feet as Tamika Strader herself walks out back where The Influence is celebrating.~

Hood: What’s she doing out there?

Smith: Well, one would think it was quite obvious with the Craze Championship over her shoulder.

Hood: Shut up.

Smith: And being a former Craze champion herself and being a huge fan of the Influence, she wants to celebrate her.~

~Tamika hands the belt to Delia Black, who’s regained her consciousness and takes it and celebrates with Claudia and Wrigley as Tamika claps and disappears from sight! Suicidal Tendencies pumps out through the sound system. Newly minted Executive Vice President, The Knife Man comes out with Belvedere. Knifey looks to be whispering something in the ring announcer’s ear. Belvedere nods.~

Smith: It was nice to see Kinfey get the promotion.

Hood: Big Knife to fill for the new guy, GhostKnife.

Belvedere: I have just been informed that OCWs GM is giving Delia Black ten minutes to rest before they move on to face Plethora and the Beast in a tornado tag match inside the confines of Speedy’s Funspot Food Court!

~It’s obvious The Influence and their lawyer/manager want more time but realized they are lucky to get that.~

Smith: The Champions are definitely gonna have the advantage!

Hood: No shit. I’m all for the big guy, but he’s being weighed down by that Owl-Gash!

Smith: So rude! Alright folks, we’ll be right back with the OCW Tag Title defence!!!

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~Belvedere stands in the centre of the Food Court with the microphone in his hand and nods. To the camera and some of the Faithful who have made their way as spectators. The Beer Garden is definitely getting rowdier watching along on the 8K television screens all around the room.~

Belvedere: The following contest is Tornado Tag Team Match! It will take place in the Speedy’s FunSpot Food Court! Two referees will officiate the following match… TUFF and CUFF!

Smith: What a mouthful.

~With Tuff and Guff on either of the food court main exit that needs to be escaped from ~

Belvedere: The first team to successfully escape the Food court shall be declared the winners!

~Current OCW Tag Team Champion and former two-time OCW Champion, Plethora the Perilous and an opponent, Claudia Frost of The Influence step out, staring at each other from across the Food Court. Former OCW Champion and Current OCW Tag Team Champion Alice Knight and new Craze Champion Delia Black join them. All four competitors stare at their opponents with determined ferocity in their eyes as Cuff raises his arm, then brings it down to signal the beginning. Frost rushes towards Plethora as Knight does to Black. The four of them lock horns, with Plethora getting the advantage on Frost fairly easily, using his robe to choke her. Plethora steps around to get himself behind Claudia Frost and he full nelson slams her into one of the food court tables. Knight smashes Black's face against the cold white painted walls repeatedly, but Black sends a reverse elbow into Knight's gut and then immediately grabs her, planting her down with a sudden face buster. Frost gets to her feet and is met with a serious boot to the face as she turns around by Plethora. Frost low blows Plethora, forcing Plethora to wince in pain momentarily because even as a OP Murderous mother fucker like him, it hurts when the forearm can somehow squeeze through what are most likely really slick inner thighs from chode sweat Plethora must be producing. Frost hops up and DDT's Plethora into the now destroyed waste basket and holds him there, laughing as she lays forearms in the trash can at Plethora’s head. Knight is on his feet and brawling with Black and getting the advantage.~

Smith: Frost has come out swinging, Hood. She knows she has to wear down the big man because as tough as Delia Black is, she just went through hell to become OCW Craze Champion.

Hood: Think one of them will get deep fried?

Smith: Whoa. That’s a little dark, Hood.

Hood: Dark? That’s racist.

Smith: I am not - - - you know what? You suck eggs.

Hood: Now you are slandering eggs?! DO YOU HAVE NO SHAME, MAN?!

~ Smith returns to watching his monitor and the match. Knight goes for her spear right away but Black side steps her and Knight plows her shoulder into the side opening of one the food court businesses, specifically the knock off Dairy Queen called Lactose Hoes. Frost comes over quickly and starts slamming the door open and shut on Knight's head as Black lays in stiff soccer-like kicks into Knight's ribs. Black points behind Frost as Plethora comes, not looking happy at all. Plethora grabs Frost by the neck and begins choking her as he moves him away from Knight. Black attempts to save Frost but Knight trips her, sending Black to the floor. Knight drives her elbow hard into the back of Black's neck repeatedly while both competitors remain on the ground. Plethora, being much bigger and stronger than Frost, holds her up against the wall with one hand while he uses the other to lay waste with fists of steel into Frost's chests and ribs. Frost chokes and coughs and struggles but finally latches onto Plethora's midsection with her legs, wrapping himself around Plethora. Well, there is a considerable gap being the fat asshole Plethora is. Frost uses her hands to push herself off the wall and begins pummelling Plethora in the face with lefts and rights as Plethora remains choking him at the same time. Knight is on her feet and sends out Hoots to their opponents. Alice lands a perfect leg drop on Delia Black on the ground. However Black reaches under the counter and whips a handful of straws at Knight and grabs an empty food tray, and as Knight comes back over to her, Black crumples the tray over Alice Knight's head, stunning The Owl One temporarily. Black gets to her feet, bang, spinning enziguri kick to the head with the tray still wrapped around Knight's skull sends her to the ground. Frost pushes Plethora into a KFC and puts her elbows forward over Plethora's face as they both hit the cold and greasy tiled ground. Frost drives her elbows into Plethora’s face, recoiling them between Plethora's head and the tiled floor. Frost grabs a plastic takeout bag off the counter and puts her knees to Plethora's chest and the bag over Plethora's hooded face while laughing.~

Smith: She’s gonna kill him, Hood!

Hood: CLASSIC OCW, BABY!!!

~Black comes in and motions Frost to follow her. Frost nods and gets to her feet but as Black turns around she's met with a thunderous clothesline by Alice Knight. Frost seems shocked but Plethora returns an earlier favour and low blows Frost. Frost's knees fold and she holds her crotch, her jaw dropped open. Plethora is up and wraps the bag around Frost's neck and starts choking her from behind, but it’s surprising he’s not trying to smother her from behind instead. Plethora snaps a kick forward into the back of Frost's leg, snapping her to the ground as Knight picks Black up and Irish whips her all the way to the other end of the food court as she goes ass over teakettle. Plethora takes Frost's head and shoves it through the food tray opening of a garbage can in the countertop, and Frost screams while Plethora knife edge chops along the back of her thighs, reddening them before turning his attention to the new Craze Champion. Black is now cornered by Plethora and the Beast. Black dekes to get passed them but Knight clotheslines and Plethora big boots Black in the chest at the same time, knocking her down. Frost remains trapped and Plethora and Knight begin walking off towards the exit of the Food Court.~

Hood: Looks like Plethora and that bitch from hell are a few steps ahead of Frost and Black.

Smith: The Influence are gonna make a swift comeback though, don't count them out! But my favourite Owl lady will retain.

Hood: Such grossly biased opinion.

~Plethora and Knight make a run for it as Black pulls Frost's head out of the counter top trash hole. Her face is scratched up but both women run quickly to catch up with Knight and Plethora. They make a swift turn into the next hallway and pass the employee only doors. Knight is ahead of Plethora and makes it into a kitchen but Black and Frost both tackle Plethora down, targeting the back of his knees. As they do so the door which Knight passed shuts. Black and Frost get up and move toward Knight who looks at Plethora in dismay. Plethora is up and already on the move towards the other end of the hallway as Frost shoves her way through the kitchen door which Knight passed through a moment ago. Knight makes a run for it and Frost slides herself through a small opening and just barely gets herself through sending the steel pots and bowls everywhere, deafening anyone nearby. Black nods and heads after Plethora while Frost chases after Alice Knight. Frost turns a corner and is met with a shoulder to the head power move by Knight as she does so. Frost hits the ground hard. Black turns a corner and Plethora has the same idea however Black sidesteps Plethora and smashes him with a European uppercut. Lefts and rights are exchanged by both Black and Plethora until Black superkicks Plethora right into the chin, sending stumbling Plethora through a kitchen door. Black leaps forward and goes for a flying forearm smash but Plethora stops her with a double arm axe-handle, knocking Black back. "Yellow Submarine” by The Beatles plays over the intercoms for a little ambiance to the violence as Knight repeatedly kicks and stomps Frost while she's on the ground.~

Smith: Interesting choice of music, but The Fab Four did have a penchant for singing about food, so it makes sense.

Hood: Man, that GM is as whacky as the owner is.

~Black gets back at Plethora with a few quick lefts and rights but Plethora grabs Black and belly to belly suplexes her to the ground. Plethora begins choking Black with his bare hands while lifting her head up and smashing it against the greasy kitchen ground below. Frost does a break-dance spin and kicks Knight repeatedly in the shins and stomach as she spins on her shoulders and neck, forcing Knight to fall back. Frost jumps and flips herself back to her feet and springboards herself off the wall and into a perfect thrust kick to the face of Alice Knight which makes Hood throw his fists in the air celebrating the hit from the commentators desk in the Beer Garden protected by Chicken Wire like the band stages are in Roadhouse. Frost immediately makes a swift exit, to plan her next attack. With Black and Plethora, Plethora has Black out cold from the strangulation. Plethora gets up and begins heading down the hall but Black's eyes shoot open right away, and she holds in a few coughs deep in her chest as she gets to her feet. She makes chase after Plethora but with a methodical approach to each quick step as she turns the corner. Plethora bursts into the public seating area once again. He notices Claudia Frost just outside the opposite door. Frost is fixed near the ceiling, her legs split across to each wall as Knight walks right under her. Frost drops down like a fuckin’ ninja onto Knight's shoulder and hurricanranas her into the next kitchen set up through the doors on that side. Glass shatters, shards flying everywhere as Knight and Frost land in a heap. Black sneaks up right behind Plethora and jumps onto his back with a broken door handle in her hand and begins smashing it down across Plethora's head. Plethora stumbles around before falling back, crushing Black beneath his back and weight.

Smith: Damn! Frost just pulled some Tom Clancy video game moves on Knight! Whoa!

Hood: This is like a movie! Music is oddly fitting too.

~"Today is Your Birthday" by The Beatles begins playing over the intercom and Frost gets to her feet, dancing to the music with her fists up as she looks at Plethora. Plethora shakes his head and wipes blood from the top of his head, a souvenir from Delia Black. Frost springboards herself off of a table and body splashes Plethora. Plethora and Frost hit the ground, but Plethora picks Frost up in his arms and then body slams her into the ground. Meanwhile, Black and Knight are back up now and brawling on the opposite side of the Food Court by a knockoff New York Fries called New Jersey Tater Sticks. Knight, with a serious chop to the new Craze Champion’s chest and sends Black back for a moment. Knight with another chop, and another! Black rebounds with a spinning neckbreaker out of nowhere right over the shards of glass busted that was a glass display for product presentation. Both Black and Knight wince as little shards slash their bodies. Plethora is up and goes for Frost but Frost throws herself across the room, jumping back with feline-like agility. Frost grabs a tranquilizer gun left on one of the tables and cocks it, aiming right at Plethora the Perilous.~

Claudia Frost: Saw one of these takedown Supreme Machine. I got ya!

Plethora the Perilous: You will make a high quality chicken sandwich.

~Plethora rushes forward but Frost lets off a single shot right into his neck. The little tranquilizer dart connects and Plethora stops in his tracks, holding his neck and ripping the little dart out. Frost quickly reloads and fires off another shot into Plethora's chest before leaping forward and whipping Plethora in the face with the little tranq gun. Black has a fire extinguisher in her hands and as Knight gets to her feet she smashes it over Knight's head. The fire extinguisher goes off, the nozzle spraying thick foam directly towards Frost and Plethora and emptying out over both of them. Being meant for grease fires, it coats them. They seem almost stuck and frozen in the thick foam. Black nods at Frost who nods back, and Black makes a quick exit out of the food court seating area into one of the food vendors. Knight is up and shakes her head and gives chase, as Plethora and Frost are now stuck facing each other in a whole lot of thick foam.~

Plethora the Perilous: I can't believe you shot me you little shit.

Claudia Frost: I've got a good shot. Play a lot of Call of Duty and Halo in my spare time.

Plethora the Perilous: You know, when we get out of this? I'm going to make you a quality chicken sandwich.

Claudia Frost: Nah. I’m not hungry! I feel like we're really bonding right now, don't you?

~"Revolution" by The Beatles begins to play over the intercoms now as Knight and Black battle through the next corridor in the large sized Food Court. Knight with a forearm smash on Black! Black with a right hook on Knight! Knight with a headbutt on Delia Black! Black responds with a stiff kick to the shins on Knight, grabbing her and landing a snap DDT to the ground. Black gets to her feet and starts kicking into Knight. Knight grabs Black by the legs and sweeps her off of her feet, the the fatigue setting from her battle with Blakely. Knight gets to her own two feet now and holds Black's legs as if about to put her into a Boston crab. However instead of turning Black over and applying the move, Knight lifts Black all the way up into the air and then sitdown powerbombs her into the hard tiled kitchen floor. A few of the OCW Faithful have found a way to get closer to the action and watch, snapping photos with their phones as they stand near the entrance to the Arby’s.

Smith: Fans shouldn’t get so close. Especially when Bifford is dressed like that.

Hood: Wait, Bifford is in the match? Why haven’t we seen’em?

Smith: Damn it, Hood. You know damn well that’s him under the Reaper cloak!

Hood: I know nothing!

Delia Black: Alice, there is nothing you can do, LE INFLUENCE will win the OCW Tag Team Titles!

Alice Knight: No! They belong to BEAUTY and Plethora, damnit!! Owlis will find you when you sleep!

Delia Black: No Alice, only yours.

~Frost is holding up her lighter to the sprinklers until it sets off in the by the delivery door in the back, loosening the thick Haloff foam from the fire prevention system.~

Smith: I have heard that once that stuff gets on the equipment, it’s cheaper to replace everything than trying to clean it. Our bill is getting bigger here.

Hood: Good thing the GM is rich. She’ll just cover the costs. Watch.

Smith: Wouldn’t surprise me.

~She drops her hand in duress as the foam begins washing away and she escapes its thick disgusting grasp. The effects of the two tranquilizer shots are showing on Plethora as he's slow to free himself. Any lesser man would've already passed out to them, but Plethora is fucking Plethora. Frost circles and laughs as she throws a snap thrust kick to Plethora's head, connecting hard. However Plethora fights onward and grabs Frost by the neck again. Frost kicks and tries to free herself but Plethora lifts her up and chokeslams her through a wooden topped prep table which holds a bunch of medical supplies of can good and dry spices underneath. Curry powder blows upwards, and makes Plethora sneeze. Frost screams and winces as her back is cut up and flesh rendered slashed as she lays on the ground bleeding. Plethora picks Frost up and throws her the far wall beside the deepfryers. He smashes his elbow into Frost' face and then straps Frost wrists and ankles down with kitchen rags, securing her to the gas line that powers the deepfryer. Plethora searches until he finds a jar of clear liquid. He opens it up and takes a whiff, taken aback by what is obviously some doctors hidden stash of moonshine. He pours it all over Claudia Frost who screams as the pure alcohol burns her cuts and slashes. Plethora reaches into his back pocket groggily and lights a match.~

Plethora the Perilous: Told you I'd kill you. But not like this.

~Plethora drops the blown out match to the ground away from Frost. Plethora wastes no time and moves to the fryers, dropping the baskets down. Lucky for Frost, a baking tray is behind the deep fryer she is tied to. Frost throws the tray up, rolls back onto her neck and kicks it toward Plethora as he comes up with hot oil like Rorshach in Watchmen but it soaks into his robe and the very large and scary man yells out in pain as he rushes away, tearing at his robe. Frost still winces in pain but she uses her teeth to untie the rags holding her captive.~

Smith dear lord, I think I can smell Plethora’s skin cooking!

Hood: I did hear places like this use ventilation system to pump food smells all throughout the complex. I would say that smell of fried fat wouldn’t make people hungry but it is America after all.

Smith: Sadly, I agree with you!

~Frost falls to the ground, her face bleeding from being chokeslammed through the wooden prep table into all the spices underneath, Curry powder getting in her eyes but not before all the stuff with the hot oil being absorbed by the reaper cloak. However she finds a small bottle of water and a fresh rag to clean herself up a bit.~

Claudia Frost: If this was an RPG, I just washed the dark spell your smelly robe put on me, you fat bastard!!!

~We move back to Delia Black and Alice Knight as they have found themselves inside the delivery area where Black was about 20 minutes ago winning the OCW Craze Championship! "While My Guitar Gently Weeps" by, yep, you guessed it, The Beatles plays over the intercom now as Black looks around and a switch on the wall catches her eye. Before Alice can stop her, Black hits the switch. A black out is the cause and effect. Black looks at Alice and smirks with her weirdly good night eyes, but Alice Knight is rumoured to be an OWLBEAR, so, her eyesight is built for the darkness but doesn’t let the Craze Champion know her vision is made for the night.~

Smith: Delia using the darkness to her advantage but doesn’t realize Alice Knight has a vision like OWLIS!

Hood: This isn’t looking good for Black. I swear to whatever shit god I still believe in if that Owlis GASH retains tonight.

~Tamika must’ve invested in some newer cameras as the screen has a red hue that shows us, the viewers, as well as the fans in the Beer Garden on the 8K TV Screns, while the ones near the food court try to get a glimpse of what’s going on! Knight lunges at Black, but Black side steps, tripping him with his right foot causing Alice to go flying into tables that are set up by OCW staff to add more chances of violence. Black stalks Knight with a chair and lands it across Knight back four times, taking her time with each shot. Alice Knight focuses herself, spits in her hands, rubbing together like she does when giving handies to homeless people and priests. Alice blocks a fifth shot with her forearms, and manages to hop up onto Black, knocking her down with a huge Lou Thez Press, feeding Delia elbow shots to her mouth yelling.~

Alice Knight: HOOT HOOT MOTHERFUCKA!!!!!

Smith: Alice with the burst of energy! Thankfully for the new cameras we can see her Amazing and Gorgeous Hoot-filled-attitude.

Hood: Come on Black, take out that gash and shut my broadcast partner up!!!!

~The camera switches to one of the change rooms for cooks and servers. And we see the bruised Plethora the Perilous as he finishes pulling on a fresh robe covering his naked body to the dismay of the OCW Faithful watching and the staff as well. No one wants to see him naked and honestly, you can almost smell his chode/taint. Plethora slams his fist against the wall not being able to get to his partner. Plethora looks around, and can’t seem to see Frost in sight, but he is wrong Frost is just down the hall as the camera switches to the one half of LE INFLUENCE. Frost has bandaged herself, but not very well.~

Claudia Frost: I once knew a man named Plethora, he was fatter than everyone in Kenora. Now he’s going to suffer, unlike no other. LE INFLUENCE are taking your straps, bitch tits!

Smith: I think Frost is high on something, Hood.

Hood: Probably. You have seen their promos, they are most definitely intoxicated 87.2% of the time.

~The camera switches back to the dark area behind the food court kitchens where Knight battles back and forth with Black trading left jabs and right punches, more blood getting on each of their fists.~.

Smith: Get’em ALICE!! HOOT! HOOT! HOOT! HOOT!

Hood: You put on that stupid Owl Cosplay again I will murder you. Right on live PPV!

Smith: Hopefully there isn’t some crazy tape delay so you can get caught doing it.

~If he only knew. Knight see’s a door open fifty steps away and bolts for the door to escape the Food Court. Black noticing Knight trying the escaping gimmick to win, makes her way to the exit-area as well. Camera switch and we are following Plethora who still seems hopped on tranquilizers which is probably a good thing from the. Plethora has found the kitchen, and smiles as he looks around at all the possible weapons.~

~"Strawberry Fields" by The Beatles plays over the intercom as Plethora heads over to the industrial dishwasher looking for anything to grab and use as a weapon. Meanwhile unbeknownst to Plethora, the deranged Frost has snuck into the kitchen. She looks into the camera, smiles, producing a big steel spatula. She runs at Plethora with a war scream.~

Claudia Frost: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

~As the doped Plethora slowly turns around and tries to duck, Frost stabs Plethora in the top of the right shoulder which has to hurt with it not being sharpened and extremely dull. Plethora is taken back as he looks at the spatula in his arm. Before he can move Frost has grabbed a hanging pot off the rack above the dishwasher, and hammers the spatula down into Plethora’s shoulder more. Anyone else and we would’ve heard them scream but this is Plethora the fucking Perilous~.

Smith: This is just out of hand!

Hood: This is so intense! All in a fuckin’ food court!

~Frost circles Plethora as she opens his first aid kit. Frost smiles widely as she drops the first aid kit on top of Plethora’s head and pours some rubbing alcohol around the spatula stuck in Plethora’s arm. Plethora groans as Frost takes a pasta stirring wand, winds up and cracks Plethora right in the groin. Claudia jumps on top of Plethora bringing her left hand down in a fist connecting with his face, and the other a pot from earlier connecting with Plethora’s face.~

Claudia Frost: Welcome to my nightmare Plethora!

~BAM! Another shot to the side of Plethora’s face. Frost gets up off of the fallen former World Champion, as Plethora turns to his side slightly and spits out what look to be a few teeth but it is Plethora and he’ll probably magically regrow them. She spits on the fallen Plethora. Plethora makes it to his knees, and from the mess Frost had made earlier, and sees two meat tenderizers that fell down. Plethora grabs one as he gets up.~

Smith: Uh-oh. He’s gonna tenderize the hell out of Frost. Also, where has Tuff and Cuff been in this match?

Hood: I saw one on each side of the exit. How do I know this and you don’t?

~Plethora, deciding he isn’t waiting. Plethora lunges forward and begins swinging with the meat tenderizers. Frost, quickly, grabs her pot and the long pasta wand. She blocks the shots with the pot, making loud clanking sounds as Frost jabs Plethora’s midsection with the pasta wand, like a sword. Plethora catches the pasta wand in between his right forearm and bicep. He yanks his arm inward, pulling Frost in. Frost is met with an elbow to the side of the head, and two solid left hand shots from the meat tenderizer in Plethora’s hand to Claudia’s side.~

Smith: What is this, a jousting match?

Hood: I don’t see knights or horses dumbass.

~Claudia falls after Plethora brings his leg up into the groin of Frost. Plethora, lifts up his oversized left foot and brings it down hard on the stomach of Frost, who folds upwards as blood spurts out of her mouth. Plethora yanks out the spatula Claudia had put there earlier. He looks at it carefully and a sneer creeps across his face, or one would assume since we can only see his grey stone cold eyes from under the hood. Plethora walks over to Claudia, kneels down and looks her right in the face while sliding the dull side of the spatula down the side of Claudia’s face, leaving a trail of blood.~

Plethora the Perilous: No Frost… welcome to… MY nightmare.

~Frost screams as Plethora eventually slaps the shit out of her face but not before Plethora catches the defending Frost hands and wrists. Plethora, see’s the half full bottle of rubbing alcohol nearby so he grabs it and begins to pour over Frost as Plethora kneels in front of her, watching Frost go through agony. Plethora stands up as Frost is gasping for air as the alcohol penetrates the cuts all over her arms and face. Plethora looks at the wall they are in front, and is delighted by the fact it is a dry good shelf, with 3kg cans of sauce and other cooking oils and products sit.~

Smith: Oh man, what’s he planning?

Hood: Probably will pull the rack down on her.

~Plethora grabs onto the rack, and pulls it straight off the wall and the shelf with its entire heavy product to crush Frost. The camera moves to see if Frost is alive and is greeted by a wink from one half of The Influence, but alas Plethora has left and thinks Claudia is done for. Frost sticks up a middle finger and smiles.~

Claudia Frost: Sucker…

Smith: Haha, Claudia has fooled Plethora!

~Black has managed to get the slip on Alice, or so she thinks anyways, and comes busting through a set of double hinged doors to find herself back out in the main food court. "Hey Jude" by The Beatles plays over the intercoms now. She looks around, but keeps the lights off. Black’s head snaps back and looks behind her as she can hear Alice yelling for her.

Alice Knight: HOOT! HOOT! Come on out! HOOOOOOOT!

~Black’s eyes widened and she ducks behind a planter on the half wall to the right of the doors. Knight busts through looking for Black. She moves over to the light switch and just as she flips it on, Black blindsides him from the side with a loose ceramic seat from one of the seats and smacks Knight across the face, blood spraying out of Alice’s mouth. Black gets up and kicks Knight in the stomach.~

Smith: Oh man! Plethora is back heading over to the exit!

Hood: So is Frost! What the hell?!

~While Knight and Black continue to fight in the middle of the destroyed Food Court, Plethora starts making his way over to the main exit where Tuff and Cuff are posted on either side out into the PaintBall field where the OCW Championship will take place. Frost sneaks around, not wanting to tip off Plethora or Alice as Delia somehow is managing to still fight after two hellacious battles.~

Smith: Plethora is making a dash, well, if you can call it that!

Hood: So is Frost!

~Plethora leaps toward the door as Frost does as well. Alice and Delia stop trading jabs to turn to look at their partners making the escape to win the match! Tuff and Cuff both call for the bell, leaving everyone in confusion.~

Smith: Wait, who won?

Hood: Plethora?

Smith: But Frost crossed the exit barrier as well.

~Tuff and Cuff argue back and forth about who crossed first. Belvedere walks on the scene, holding a tablet. He calls over Tuff and Cuff to watch the screen, pointing to cameras on either side of the exit.~

Smith: Looks like they are gonna watch the replay, and I am hearing from the truck in the back, all the screens in the Beer Garden and our monitors will show us who won.

Hood: Oh good, cause if it’s a tie, that’s just WEAK ASS!

~ Our screens switch to the door footage, leaving the commentators speechless as Plethora’s gut and the top of Frost’s head show them leaving EXACTLY at the same time. The Knife Man appears out of nowhere, and whispers into Belvedere’s ear. Belvedere looks at him, confused. Knifey whispers something again and Belvedere looks apprehensive.~

Belvedere: (anxious) the winners of this match and OCW Tag Team Champions… Plethora and Claudia Frost.

~Both tag teams are fucking furious with a sprinkle confusion and are all arguing with the officials, and Belvedere slides the hell out before he is found.~

Hood: So wait, is Plethora and his awful tag partner/human being still the champs? Or is The Influence? I feel confused.

Smith: Honestly? Belvedere made it sound like Plethora and Claudia Frost are the OCW Tag Team Champions… but they are on different teams!

Hood: That goddamn beautiful new boss.

Smith: Why is she beautiful?

Hood: She got that belt off your unhealthy obsession with the Hoot-Gash.

Smith: You are despicable, Hood. You gotta wonder what is in store for tonight for the rest of the show after a call like that…

Hood: Well, Strader will either be called brilliant or ridiculously stupid with this choice.

Smith: They let Chad Vargas run OCW for a minute.

Hood: Don’t you dare trash talk a golden son of OCW like that.

Smith: Coming up next is Crash defending his championship for the first time against Moonlight Rose and Dane Preston as special guest referee. But here’s a sneak peak of what’s coming tonight!

~We fade out into the paintball area where the main event is still being built out there. The Olympic mat is finished from being laid out and the OCW construction crew is putting up glass walls around the matting. The camera moves in showing a large barrier that was also the stand where the paintball guns all along it were waiting to be picked up and possibly fired because this is ‘Murica, Baby!’

Belvedere: The Following match is a Go-Kart Ladder Match for the OCW Paradigm Championship! The competitors start in the ring built in the centre of the oval go-kart race track with the championship hanging above the ring! Once they have retrieved the belt, they need to circle the track three times in their respective Go-Karts and cross the finish line to be declared the winner!

Smith: Well that’s certainly different... Dane will have to remember a lot for this match to be called.

Hood: Well, not really. I mean, if he can’t remember how the belt gets down and who has it as they play Super Mario Kart Cosplay he really shouldn’t have been made imagine he’ll do it like throwing boulders with pinpoint accuracy! Classic OCW, baby!

Smith: Most definitely. Well, let’s get this party started!

Belvedere: Introducing first, the challenger…

~The opening chords of “Meteor” By SLATYDOG begins to play, followed by the first lyrics.~

RETURN BACK UP INTO THE SKY AGAIN

~Moonlight Rose walks out from the locker room area just to the right of the Go-Kart track. The purple and black cape waving behind her as she walks to ring in the centre of the race track. She high fives a couple fans on her way that have migrated over to the track from the food court area the tag titles were held. She climbs onto the apron and to the top turn buckle and cues the ring announcer.~

Belvedere: Hailing from Tokyo, Japan now residing in Toronto Canada. She is Professional wrestling royalty. She is OCW's SuperHero. She is... MOONLIGHT ROSE!!!

~She hops off the top and is checked by special guest referee “High Octane” Dane Preston, as Rose glares at him suspiciously. “No Love” by the Death Grips now plays through the Funplex Compound. ~

Belvedere: And her opponent... he is the Crooked Man and reigning OCW Paradigm Champion... weighing in at 207lbs hailing from that shit hole Kansas City, Missouri... CRASH RODRIGUEZ!!!!!!!!!

~Crash enters from the left side where the staff area is. Probably hanging with The Knife Man and hating on Machete Phil cause he is a big Crooked Jerk.~

Smith: Crash looking pretty confident. He hasn’t stepped into the ring since Decadence in January, so one has to wonder if ring rust will be a factor tonight.

Hood: Eh, he only has to wrestle Easton’s little goober and race around the track a few times to climb a ladder for his belt. Plus, Dane helped him win last time, so he’ll definitely help him out again.

Smith: I wouldn’t bet on that. Dane is a lot of things, like a ladies' man and fancy mac and cheese with real lobster lover, but he’s fair.

Hood: We’ll see. Say, where is the Lobster Mobster? Did he get taken down with RICO?

Smith: ...

~DING DING DING~

~Right off the bell signal, both Crash and Moonlight charge to the middle of the ring and start to wail on each other with an exchange of punches. Upper hand advantage goes to the challenger as she drives her right knee into Rodriguez’s mid-section to stop his attack. Moonlight quickly follows up with a dropkick to the knees that sends Crash falling forward to the mat. As Crash gets onto his knees, Moonlight walks up behind Crash and smacks the back of his head with slaps, seeming to mock him a bit. Crash gets onto his knees, but Moonlight sends him right back to the mat with a swift roundhouse kick to the skull. Moonlight grabs Crash's arm, looking to do something painful no doubt, but Crash quickly crawls forward and grabs the bottom rope. Moonlight doesn't seem to give a crap as she stomps down on Crash's back to break his hold on the ropes. Rodriguez manages to pull himself out of the ring, away from Moonlight for just a moment. Moonlight gives no quarter as she presses her assault, running the ropes and flying through the ropes with a suicide di-WHACK! Crash belts the champion with a nasty thrust kick! Moonlight crumples to the floor at an awkward angle, and the challenger uses this opprotunity to take a quick breather, before taking a look at one of the ladders that have been brought out for the match. Grabbing the ladder, Crash folds it up and measures Moonlight up for a ladder-line... MOONLIGHT LEAPFROGS THE LADDER! Crash awkwardly turns around, still holding the ladder... ROARING ELB-Crash immediately rolls into the ring as soon as he sees Moonlight spin. Moonlight holds her fingers close together, showing how close she was, while Rodriguez attempts to regroup.~

Smith: And Moonlight is already trying to go for the head.

Hood: Moonlight has been on a serious kick about knocking people out ever since she beat Raizzor at Genesis. I'd be careful if I was her though, she may get too overzealous about the KO and miss the easy win.

~Grabbing a hold of the ladder, Moonlight goes to slide it into the ring, but Crash quickly cuts off her entrance by hitting the ladder right back into her face with a baseball slide. Moonlight stumbles back into the guardrail, holding her face, but Rodriguez doesn't allow her any respite as he follows her out and delivers unto her a nasty series of forearm strikes that push her down into a seated position against the guardrail. Crash steps back as Moonlight continues to cover up her head, which allows him to rush forward and crack Moonlight right into the ribs with a wicked running soccer kick. Moonlight doubles over from the strike, but that is short-lived as Crash pulls her to a vertical position and whips her into the opposite guardrail. Moonlight nearly hits the metal, but stops her momentum cold with a foot against the rail, which she then uses to instinctively push back, driving a back elbow right into Crash's face. Moonlight quickly grabs a chair left at ringside from the street fight earlier in the night and rams the business end into Crash's gut, knocking the wind right out of the challenger and dropping him to his knees. Yanking on a handful of hair, Moonlight drags Crash's head on the folded ladder before grabbing her chair and swinging down, but Crash smartly manages to roll out of the way. Moonlight drops the chair from the shockwaves of hitting steel with steel, and Crash takes this chance to drop Moonlight with a Northern Lariat that faceplants her into the floor. Looking up at the title, Crash grabs the ladder and slides it into the ring.~

Smith: And Crash is the first one to go for the title!

Hood: I have super serious doubts that Crash Rodriguez has put away Moonlight Rose THAT easily.

Smith: Anything is possible in professional wrestling.

~Crash gets into the ring, but doesn't get very far in unfolding the ladder before Moonlight asserts herself by throwing the chair into the ring, hitting Crash in the shoulder and causing him to drop the ladder. Dane mentions to the competitors that they need to circle the track three times in their Go-Karts before climbing the titleMoonlight reaches under the ring and to a big pop, pulls out a big long steel chain. Sliding the chain into the ring, in the south corner, Moonlight rolls back into the square circle and is met with an elbow of Crash's. Moonlight gets her arms up to deflect the brunt of the blow, pushing Moonlight into the ropes where she rebounds with a knee-strike and a hammerblow to the back that puts Crash down onto the mat. Moonlight spares a glance at the steel chair, but decides instead to grab Crash's arms and apply a textbook Camel Clutch. Crash screams from the hold, but has the good sense to grab the bottom rope fairly quickly. Dane being the fine referee he is, comes in, pushing Moonlight off of him. Moonlight screams that the match is No-DQ, but quickly returns to work, grabbing the ladder and setting it up on the north ropes in a catapult position. Crash gets to his feet, and goes to take Moonlight's head off with a laria-ducked... CODE BREAKER! Crash seems to spin a bit and then he falls face-first into the ladder.~

Hood: YEAH! THAT'S MY GIRL! KICK HIS FUCKING HEAD OFF!

Smith: WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE! THERE COULD BE KIDS WATCHING!

Hood: This is OCW, not TPW, we can curse all we want to here!

~Rose presses a knee to Crash’s back, driving all of her weight on him before slowly rising to a standing position and landing on top of him with a knee drop. Rodriguez coughs and seems to struggle with his breath after being sandwiched between the ladder and Moonlight’s knees. Moonlight pushes the ladder off of Crash’s body as she slowly climbs to her feet, brushing off her knees in what looks to be a mocking fashion. Rose grabs the fallen ladder and unfolds it before positioning it in the middle of the ring. Crash seems to get to his feet, but Moonlight will have none of this as she runs up and smashes a knee into the skull, dropping Crash once more. Taking a look down at the champion and shaking her head, Moonlight turns to the ladder and straightens it a bit more before taking her first steps up the ladder. Making it to the top, which seems to surprise her a bit, Moonlight suddenly feels a little wobble as Crash makes a play of tipping the ladder over. Moonlight leaps from the ladder safely, only to be met on the landing with a front dropkick from Rodriguez that staggers her backwards over the top rope and to the outside. Crash looks around at the small crowd outside the race track the ring is in the middle of for a second, then he follows up by running into the ropes, bouncing off for momentum and launching himself over the ropes into a twisting body press. Crash lands perfectly on Moonlight, driving his body on top of Moonlight’s chest. There is a huge roar from the crowd as both competitors take their time to recover from Crash’s high risk manoeuvre.~

Smith: And for Crash Rodriguez, high risk equals high reward as this may be his chance for glory.

Hood: Do you even listen to yourself talk? Like ever? That was one of the cheesiest lines I've ever heard you say and we already called that OWLHOE in a match!

~Eventually Crash finds his way to his feet, holding his head a bit ominously from all the punishment it's taken so far in this match. Crash turns around and yanks Moonlight to her feet before pushing her into the ring. Crash follows her in and eyes the ladder leaning on the ropes. Rodriguez goes over and closes the ladder, holding it in his hands before ramming a wobbly Moonlight in the gut hard with the end of the ladder. Rose doubles over from the pain, as Crash drops the ladder near the turnbuckle and pulls Moonlight's head into a sick DDT that nearly faceplants her into the ladder. Rodriguez takes the ladder and drapes it on top of Moonlight as he turns his back on her and flips into a standing moonsault, risking his body to deal some added damage. Crash rolls around from the pain, but recovers quickly and pulls the ladder off of Moonlight, opening it up and dragging it close to the centre of the ring. Slowly making his way up the ladder, Crash is caught halfway up by Moonlight, who drives an elbow into his back and pulls him off the ladder roughly. Crash's slight disorientation allows Moonlight to open fire with a series of knife-edged chops that can be heard in the upper-reaches of the arena. Crash tries to shove Moonlight away, but she locks his arms under hers and devastates him with a headbutt that knocks him to the canvas and seems to open up a cut on Crash's forehead. Grabbing a hold of Crash's left leg, Moonlight turns Crash over into a modified variant of the Half Crab, but she suddenly reaches out with her leg and begins to unload, stomping Crash's skull with reckless abandon!~

Hood: THAT'S MY GIRL, KILL HIM, MAIM HIM, DESTROY HIM!

Smith: This is inhuman! She's even enjoying it!

Hood: So am I, this is great violence!

Smith: The completely unbiased opinion of Hood everyone... and apparently, he's on Moonlight's side this week. Tune in next week to see if he's flip-flopped for like the 12,000th time.

Hood: It hasn't been THAT many... only over 9,000 or so.

Smith: You need to stop browsing the internet.

~Dropping the hold when she's satisfied by the effects of her barrage, Moonlight grabs the ladder and leans it into the corner. Turning to Crash, who is just getting to a vertical base, Moonlight rushes forward and kicks him square in the face with a Yakuza kick. Quickly pulling Crash to his feet, Moonlight lights his chest up once more with a series of knife-edged chops before spinning him around and dropping him to the mat with a release German suplex. Crash arches back in pain, making Moonlight smirk that nasty smark of hers as she eyes up the ladder. Getting Crash to his feet, Moonlight lifts him up for a scoop slam, but quickly charges the ladder, sandwiching Crash between Moonlight and the ladder before turning around and slams him on the mat with the Oklahoma Stampede. Rolling to her feet, Rose grabs ahold of the ladder and turns it over, pressing the top on Crash’s neck, choking him as he flails his legs around. Satisfied with the particular shade of purple Crash seems to be turning, Moonlight quickly lifts the ladder off of Crash's throat, and then drops it right onto Crash's ribs. Rodriguez seems to cough as he tries to get air back in his lungs, but that proves most difficult as Moonlight kicks the ladder off of him and immediately drives herself into Crash's chest with a running senton-splash.~

Hood: Come on Dane, get more involved. Cover them in Bees!

Smith: This isn’t Little Nickel.

~Moonlight once again gets her hands on the ladder as she slides it over to the corner where Rodriguez is trying to crawl to his feet, using the ropes for leverage. Crash manages to get back up and gets a hold of another stationary ladder from the outside, leaning it against the turnbuckle while not paying attention to Moonlight charging right at him. Crash spins around and quickly lifts Moonlight up and drops her over his knee with a Back Body Drop. Almost immediately, Crash gives himself some distance before jumping up and nailing Moonlight with spinning back kick that staggers Moonlight into the corner with the ladder nearby. Crash leaps up over Moonlight and onto the turnbuckle with the ladder in front of him, and kicks Moonlight's head away as she goes to pull him off. Crash grabs ahold of the ladder and tips it forward, riding it down and crashing into the Easton Alexander trained protege. Crash rolls away and takes a quick breather against the ropes as Rose lays face down near the ladder, both wrestlers feeling some fatigue from the match so far. Crash stalks Moonlight as she gets to her feet, rushing forward for some move, but he's stopped by Moonlight dragging up one of the ladders and taking a wide swing. However, Crash rolls under the wild swing and leaps up to the top turnbuckle while Moonlight attempts to regain some of her balance. Turning to Crash, Moonlight has no time to react as Crash dives backwards and turns in mid-air, hitting her with a cross body block on Moonlight and the ladder. Crash rolls from the impact, holding his ribs a bit as he yanks the ladder off of Moonlight and mounts her MMA style.~

Smith: We've seen this sort of offense from Moonlight before, but now she's getting a bit of her own medicine!

Hood: However, Crash's inexperienced with this style of combat in comparison to Moonlight, so I don't know if this sort of gambit is going to work. Points for originality though. I think the bastards have dragged Crash to a level he is so much better than.

~Crash starts throwing punches as Moonlight does her best to cover up,but Moonlight is able to rotate the two of them to where she's on top, and she just unloads with a set of nasty blows to Crash's skull. Letting up off of Crash, Moonlight stomps over to the chair she threw into the ring earlier in the match. Grabbing the chair, Moonlight measures Crash for what could be a game-changing chair shot, but Crash is able to hit Moonlight with a leg-sweep, causing her to crash into the mat, and her steel chair, face-first. Crash hops to his feet, a little blood still leaking from the headbutt wound, as he bounces off the ropes and goes for a back elbow to the head. However, Moonlight ducks under the strike and fires back with a flurry of back chops, opening up Crash's chest with some blood and leading him to the corner. Shoving an elbow into Crash's face to keep him in place, Moonlight rams her knee into Crash's gut to knock the wind out of him before she spins... ROARING ELBOW! Crash staggers right through the ropes and onto the apron. Grabbing a hold of the ladder still in the corner, Moonlight measures Crash up and charges, ramming him in the face with the ladder and sending him flying into the guardrail, which he rockets into face-first. Crash's impact pushes the rail back a bit as Moonlight springboards up to the top rope, flying off backwards with the REVERSE SWANTON-DIVE TO THE OUTSIDE! The OCW Faithful near the track chant for some pious excrement as both wrestlers lay outside for a while. Moonlight is the first to arise, crawling her way over to the apron and flipping it up before pulling out A GLASS TABLE! The Faithful go into violence shock as she slides the table into the ring while Crash slowly gets back to his feet. Rose slips back in the ring before Crash can get a hand on her as he reaches the apron. Moonlight, noticing Crash's back to his feet mostly, presses her attack, getting a burst of energy to rush at Crash, but Rodriguez is able to duck Moonlight's elbow and drive his shoulders into Moonlight’s mid-section. Grabbing ahold of the top rope as Moonlight is doubled over, Crash flips over the ropes and catches her with a sunset flip, but Moonlight rolls through the attack and to her feet, where she drills Crash with a sick running knee to the temple.~

Hood: Dane has been pretty much a non-factor out there.

Smith: Well, this weird ladder/go-kart match only requires him to call for the bell.

Hood: WEAKASS BOOKING!

Smith: Do you listen to yourself, ever?

Hood: I would, but I am a busy man.

~Rose grabs the glass table and sets it back up in the corner between the top and middle ropes as a sort of platform. Getting back to the champion, Moonlight drags Crash to his knees and shoves him face-first into the side of the table. The impact stuns Rodriguez as Moonlight rolls him on top of the table before joining him on the precarious platform. Rose nails a few kicks to Crash’s chest and pulls on his hair, locking him into a reverse front facelock. She lifts him, attempting to slam him face first down into the glass, but out of nowhere Rodriguez gets his arms around Moonlight and slams her HARD onto the canvas with a AVALANCHE MUSCLE BURST! Rodriguez and Rose are both down on the mat, thankfully for both of them having missed going through the glass table. The Champion is up to his feet first, eyeing the ladder and title belt for a brief second but then looks down at the stirring Moonlight. Shaking his head between both targets, Crash bounces off the ropes and dashes for the ladder, but his face is suddenly caved in as Moonlight rises to her feet with a ROARING ELBOW! Crash almost immediately slumps to the mat, looking out cold as Moonlight attempts to regain her balance. Grabbing the ladder she used to ram Crash to the outside, Moonlight opens the ladder up over top of Crash's fallen form. Climbing up the ladder, Moonlight doesn't even get to react as Rodriguez's hand shoots up and around the ladder, clutching at Moonlight's leg desperately. Crash starts to rise, using the ladder steps from the inside, but Moonlight is having none of that as she jumps back down to the canvas and smacks him in the side of the head with another kick through one of the gaps. Crash manages to crawl out from underneath of the ladder, but just as he gets to his feet, WHAM! ROARING ELBOW! Crash crumbles to the mat, as Moonlight looks up at the title and begins to climb.~

Hood: That's it, game over, turn out the lights folks... or, turn them back on in Crash's case.

Smith: That's not nice and you know it.

Hood: I'm nice?

~Rose brings herself back to her side of the ladder and takes her time to climb up, reaching the higher rungs and reaching for the title belt. Unfortunately for the challenger, the ladder she picked is in the wrong position and she is unable to do anything except more punishment to Crash. She catches him from the bottom of her eye crawling his way up at a slow pace behind her. Moonlight adjusts her elbow pad as Rodriguez approaches the top of the ladder before going for a bionic elbow. Upon seeing the incoming strike, Rodriguez quickly puts his hands up to block the elbow and pushes it up, loosening Moonlight's balance before springing up to catch her with a palm strike. Moonlight manages to stay on the ladder and looks pissed the fuck off as she grabs a handful of Crash's hair and peppers him with a flurry of elbow strikes. Nearly losing his balance, Rodriguez manages to grab hold of the top rung to avoid falling, suddenly using the same rung to pull himself in and strike with another palm strike. Out of sheer frustration, Rose drives Crash head against the top of the ladder but ends up eating a palm strike by Crash. Both wrestlers exchange elbow strikes and palm strikes attempting to shove the nose cartilage up into the cranium, but all the motion finally does the ladder in and it tips over, sending both wrestlers off the top and to the canvas hard as Dane steps out of the way, and just laughs at the fallen Moonlight Rose.~

Smith: And the ladder just couldn't handle all the movement!

Hood: What scintillating commentary... You going to tell me that the one who can pick themselves up first has the best chance of winning next?

Smith: Nope, because you just did it for me.

Hood: You sonofabitch.

~Moonlight crawls to her chain in the corner as Crash makes his way over to the steel chair. Each wrestler grabs ahold of their weapon and turns to the other, the effect almost seeming like a Mexican Standoff as they slowly make their way to the middle of the ring, where the ladder sits on its side. Crash makes the first move, going for a strike with the chair, but Moonlight ducks and drives a knee into Crash's gut, before spinning around behind him and flooring him with a nasty hammer blow. Kicking the chair out of Crash's hands, Moonlight wraps Crash in the steel chain, immobilzing him and then wrapping the remaining bits around her arm and forearm. She pumps her wrapped arm a bit before positioning Crash in an open stance, her legs and the chain keeping his neck clear as she begins to hammer down on him with ELBOW STRIKES! STRIKE STRIKE STRIKE STRIKE! Crash looks completely dead as Moonlight stares down at him, unwrapping her elbow and going to lift the ladder back up. She begins to climb, shakily since the ladder is structurally unsound due to the attacks earlier... This slow climb allows for Crash to slowly get back up to his feet. Taking the chair that Moonlight kicked away, Crash lines up... CRACK! Right in the back... Moonlight hangs off the edge, as Crash slips beneath her and pulls her off before POWERBOMBING HER RIGHT THROUGH THE GLASS TABLE! DAANNGGEERROOUUSSSSSSS!!!!~

Smith: OH MAH GAWD! MOONLIGHT'S DEAD!

Hood: Never doubt the Paradigm Champion. Shut up, Smith. Consider this 9001.

~The OCW Faithful cannot believe it, and neither can Crash, the effects of the match finally taking his toll as he collapses from the strain... Moonlight lies in the corner, barely missing hitting the turnbuckle with the back of her skull as she's covered in nicks and cuts from going through the glass table. Dane checks on her and shrugs yelling out “She’ll live”. Finally, Crash is able to get up to a vertical base and looks at both of the ladders in the ring... He kicks the unsafe one out of the way and drags the newer ladder over, right underneath the belt before making his climb... Moonlight's will to fight seems to keep her going as she crawls out of the wreckage of the table, glass actually imbedded in her skin. Crash gets to the top of the ladder and reaches out, attempting to get to the belt, but it's just out of his fingertips. Climbing up to the top rung completely, Crash grabs ahold of the title and gets to unlocking it from it's clasp when a chair suddenly flies up and hits him in the gut, pushing the title away and nearly knocking him off the ladder!~

Smith: AND MOONLIGHT IS ALIVE! Remember, she only needs to circle the track three complete times with the title belt in her possession to win!

Hood: Really, make Crash do the hard work. Smart. Dane looks disappointed that Rose is moving around

Smith: Yeah, they are only building towards an unavoidable showdown.

~He regains his balance at the top and reaches out for the title when Moonlight grabs a hold of his arm! She quickly locks it around his neck and screams as she falls backwards with an AVALANCHE TOURNIQUET!!!! Moonlight is left screaming while Crash is left gasping and moving out of sheer instinct. The challenger rolls to her feet first, blood flowing from the gashes all over her body... She screams at Crash to get to his feet as he obliges ever so slowly. ROARING EL-Crash blocks and pushes Moonlight away, but the challenger reverses that momentum into a SPINNING BACKFIST! Crash barely remains on his knees, telling Moonlight to bring it as the champion rolls down her elbow pad and shatters his face with a final ROARING ELBOW! Crash drops to the mat like a sack of rocks and Moonlight just stares at him, nodding in appreciation before looking up at the Paradigm title hanging above. Repositioning the ladder, Moonlight slowly climbs, Crash completely immobilized as she gets to the top and reaches up, undoing the clasp and grabbing a hold of the title.~

Hood: Ballgame!

~Moonlight hops down, clasping the OCW Paradigm Championship around her waist as she looks down at the lifeless Crash Rodriguez and over to the Go-Karts. She yells at Dane to give her the keys. Dane grumbles under his breath as he pulls out a set of keys and hands them to Rose who swipes them out of his hands roughly. She crawls outside and heads towards a Princess Peach styled Go-Kart but does stop to look at the Bowser themed one left for Crash, who is starting to stir in the ring.~

Hood: Moonlight is so close, she can taste it I bet. I don’t want to know what Dane is tasting right now tho.

Smith: It’s funny, Dane has been in both of the Paradigm matches Crash has had; his win over Sahara that ran her out of the company, and now when it appears that Moonlight might make this reign shorter than his Craze run.

Hood: He hasn’t been booked.

Smith: He also hasn’t been around you dolt.

~Moonlight fires up the GO-Kart and speeds off the starting line, looking to make her first pass. Crash is on his knees and quickly realizes Moonlight is 2.5 laps away from taking his title. Dane tosses him keys as Crash makes his way toward his cart. Crash gets on the track, and as he turns his head to the left, he dives out of the way from getting run over by Rose.~

Smith: Two more laps and she’s the new champ!

Hood: She almost ran him over like the Road Runner and Wile E. Coyote!

~A fan hands Crash a green turtle shell, and he turns around to hop in his kart, and catches the keys from Dane’s pitch from centre track. Crash fires up, and whips the green shell at Moonlight Rose, but she dodges as it careens off the track barrier hitting a rather large and fat fan at the track, which makes Dane grimace as he shakes his head. Crash does his best to catch up to Moonlight but she crosses the finish line for the second time. As she speeds around the corner, she notices a stash of Banana peels in her cart.~

Smith: We have seen a green shell, I am surprised we haven’t seen a Banana peel yet.

Hood: This is real life, what the fuck is a banana peel gonna do?

~No sooner does he say that, Crash starts creeping up behind Moonlight and she fires off three banana peels off from her Go-Kart, and sends Crash spiraling out of control, and crashes into the wall! A little fire starts as MACHETE PHIL, EDDY BUEGER and the new medic SLASH mechanic, GHOSTKNIFE come running out with fire extinguishers as they put out the blaze and saving Crash from catching fire. Moonlight Rose throws her arms up in the air as she crosses the finish line for the last time. Dane sighs, shakes his head and begrudgingly calls for the bell.~

Hood: Hah! She did it!

Smith: Seems like only yesterday Crash became Paradigm Champion, and just as quickly, he loses it.

~DING DING DING~

Belvedere: And your winner off the ladder/go-kart match… and NEW OCW PARADIGM CHAMPION… MOONLIGHT ROSE!!!!!!!

~ Rose gets out of the kart, unclasping the title belt as she holds it high in the air, celebrating her huge win.~

Smith: This win could be the takeoff point Moonlight Rose needs to become one of the more feared wrestlers on the roster.

Hood: Beating a guy that was able to take down Tamika Strader and Sahara Duke for championships they added value is a major step in the right direction for Moonlight. Now it is on her to make sure she isn’t a paper champion and can actually get a successful defence in.

Smith: Well that’s the thing about OCW, sometimes it’s easier to become the champion than it is STAYING champion. The Big Bifford, Outcast, PIC, Tamika, and Veronica were all champions that made multiple successful defences. Same with PTSD and the OCW Tag Team Championships. Everyone else has struggled to make their legacy.

Hood: A testament to the talent that was able to achieve greatness. Only in OCW is the talent top tier.

Smith: Oh, looks like Dane is going to congratulate Moonlight Rose on her impressive victory!

~Dane silently approaches Moonlight Rose, with the dented chair she used earlier against Crash. She turns around and - - -~

SMACK!!!!!!!!

~Moonlight crumbles to the ground with the cheap shot from “High Octane” and he walks off, satisfied with himself.~

Smith: Well… good thing the new medic SLASH mechanic, Ghostknife, is already out here from putting a fire.

Hood: Where do we find these staffers?

Smith: *shrugs* Craig’s List I think.

Hood: That explains how you got hired.

Smith: Shut up. Anyway, while the new OCW Paradigm Champion is being tended to by Ghostknife, I have word that the structure out in the PaintBall field is completed and fans have made their way out there to watch up close, but the Beer Garden remains fairly packed.

Hood: I’m gonna go get a beer.

~Hood gets up from their secret location and Smith just shakes his head.~

Smith: No, don’t worry about me. I don’t need anything. Peckerwood. Anyway, up next we will crown a new OCW Champion. Will it be the guy that made history defeating the three time OCW Champion and Hall of Famer, Christian “Outcast” Cain in PIC Steve Wilson or will it be Vhodka Black who rode Larry Tact like an atom bomb into a net of barbed wire? Let’s find out!!!

Belvedere: The following match is scheduled for One-Fall... and is for the vacant OCW Championship!!!

Smith: Oh I am really excited for this one, Hood! Tamika had any olympic style mat laid out instead of a ring constructed in the middle of the paintball field, with a glass chamber built up around the area. And all along the top is an inward facing crow’s nest, where OCW Crew, Enhancement Talent and a few higher ups are armed with loaded PaintBall guns and are instructed to fire at the competitors if they try to leave the matted area or break through the glass.

Hood: So wait, there’s a chance they can be pelted with paintballs?

Smith: Yes, sir.

Hood: That’s fucking fantastic. Since we are in Florida, I wouldn’t be surprised if one of those paintball guns is a real gun.

Smith: Oh dear lord, I hope not. You know what’s bad for business?

Hood: Jones back on commentary?

Smith: No... well, yes, but no. Someone getting shot with a real bullet is bad for business. Just ask Alec Baldwin.

~Belvedere stands outside of the chamber, as Gruff stands on the mat between the competitors.~

Belvedere: Introducing first... he is a former OCW Savage Champion and winner of the 2022 Margarita Mix tournament and is a former OCW Champion... the one, the only, the Lost Soul’s secret lover.... PIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

~The OCW Faithful cheer loudly for the former champ, knowing he got screwed in the Pyramid last month, and now was his chance at redemption. He looks up at the top of the chamber, with all the paintball gun barrels pointing down at him and Vhodka. He shrugs and gets ready for the bell.~

Belvedere: And his opponent... she is a former OCW TransAtlantic Champion, and a champion everywhere she has ever wrestled. She is the one, the only, the Queso Queen of the Southwest... VHODKA ‘FRANKLIN’ BLACK!

~The OCW Faithful give her the same kinda pop they did for PIC, and we can see some of the fans pouring queso-cheese all over themselves in support of Vhodka. Fuckin’ weirdos.~

Smith: Both PIC and Vhodka look ready to go! Who do you think is gonna win, Hood?

Hood: I don’t know, to be honest. Smart money would be PIC but Black is one of those wild cards that can fuck up your whole team in Fantasy Football. Either way, whoever wins, it’s gonna be a champion that will mean more than other company out there. Unless we have a terrible tape delay and the show is five days late. Then we might be fucked.

Smith: Well with Tamika making the announcement of a monthly Piledriver and Monthly Pay Per View replacing our old schedule, it should help create a draw to want to see OCW’s best since they won’t be shoved down the viewers throat every week.

Belvedere: The winner of the match must win by pinfall, submission or knockout! Any attempt to leave the matted area or the glass structure as a whole will be pelted with paintballs until they return to the mat! Let’s get ready to rock and roll!!!!!!!!!!

~ Pyros shoot off all around the paintball field as Gruff calls for the bell to start the match!

~ DING DING DING ~

~PIC grabs the edge of his tights by the waists and pulls them forward, allowing them to snap back against his skin. He smiles at Vhodka mumbling trash talk about queso-nacho-cheese and gives her a wink but Vhodka is having none of his queso cheese hating bullshit as she charges in right off the bat. She immediately goes for a lariat but PIC sidesteps her and lands a quick strike with the side of his palm into her throat. He grabs her head and neck and DDT's her into the mats before wrapping his legs around her torso and maintain the hold. He yells as he rips into her neck, pulling back and closing his arm tightly around it. Vhodka starts throwing punches wildly into his ribs and gut trying to escape. Finally, she does and she sits up, PIC throws her a cocky smirk as she sits on top of his lip but she immediately strikes him with a punch straight to his throat. He immediately coughs and chokes, rolling away from her while he holds his throat. Vhodka grabs him by his right leg and lifts it up, smashing his knee into the ground. She does it again as he tries to crawl away before stomping repeatedly on the back of his knee, then his knee cap as he rolls onto his back though the reinforced knee pads he's wearing help stave off severe damage. PIC sends out a sharp thrust kick to Vhodka's tights, alternating between his legs for kicks until she backs off. PIC rolls away and gets to his feet, placing his fist against the glass as Vhodka stands back and catches her breath.~

Smith: This is intense, Hood. Some serious back and forth here.

Hood: Vhodka seems a little out of it already though doesn't see? Perhaps she's distracted by the massive bulge in PIC’S tights.

Smith: I think the question is why YOU noticed that, Hood.

Hood: Earlier it was racial slurs, and now you are kinkshaming? You sonofabitch.

~Vhodka and PIC rush each other but Vhodka stops short and grabs PIC by the shoulders, throwing him face first towards the glass wall. He hits it and bounces back, holding his face as Vhodka kicks him in the back of the knee. It brings him to one knee. She grabs his neck and head again and drops back for an inverted DDT that snaps PIC knee as well. PIC grabs his left knee as Vhodka instinctively gets back to her feet. She takes a few steps back then runs forward and hits a double foot stomp right on that very same knee, the left one with the brace. PIC winces in pain and rolls away as quick as he can. He looks up as the fans at the wall slap their hands against it mocking him. Vhodka calmly walks towards him and grabs him by the neck again, lifting him to his knees. PIC punches her in the gut and grabs her shoulders, reaching up and bringing her down while pulling himself up. He knees her in the face and then wraps his hand around her neck. He lifts her up quickly, all the way and into the air. Cameras flash across the field as he brings her down to the mat hard with a thunderous chokeslam, catching everyone off guard with the move and causing some premature firing of paintballs exploding in a rainbow colour on PICs back! PIC climbs on top of Vhodka, annoyed by the welts forming from the unintentional misfire, wrapping his legs around her waist and pressing his knees against her ribs as he holds both her shoulders down.~

1!

Hood: That's one way to do a pinfall.

2!!

Smith: You're telling me!

~THR-VHODKA REVERSES!~

~Vhodka quickly pushes forward, kneeing PIC in the stomach and holds him down for a cover just as he did her.~

1!

Hood: I think Wilson is enjoying the position he finds himself in.

2!!

Smith: You are seeing things. PIC is a gentleman.

THR-KICK OUT!

~PIC throws Vhodka off of himself and quickly rolls away and onto his feet. He begins swaying back and forth in a fighting stance as Vhodka gets to her feet as well. PIC rushes her and Vhodka drop toe holds PIC face first into the glass chamber wall. PIC’S head snaps back and blood spurts everywhere. The Faithful against the glass wall cheer, hoot and holler as PIC rolls onto his face and holds his nose... It's broken and bleeding while the the staff and crew at the top are all aiming down at the two! He scoffs as Vhodka rushes towards him and lands a moonsault onto him as he's laid out, making sure she hits her leg over his face. PIC quickly pulls himself onto his shoulders in a great display of athleticism and spins on his shoulders like he was break dancing before bringing both his legs back down towards Vhodka as she gets up. He grabs her by the waist with his legs and jumps onto back with a big push. He locks his legs around Vhodka and slams her to the mat and then applies an unorthodox crippler crossface from behind instead of next to her. He pulls her arm back and screams as Vhodka refuses to quit. Gruff continues to check on her but PIC does not relent until we hear a huge POP! PIC falls back and off of Vhodka as she winces in horrible pain, her left arm hanging limp off of her torso as she gets to her feet using Gruff as a pull. PIC is back on his feet and wipes the blood from his face as he stalks her carefully. Vhodka stumbles forward and snaps her dislocated shoulder back into place to the oohhhs and ahhhs of the fans immediately in front of her. PIC grabs Vhodka quickly and smashes her face against the glass chamber walls once, twice, thrice! She stumbles back and PIC unleashes a sickening barrage of lefts and rights. Vhodka's head twists as blood spurts from her mouth and she stumbles forward again.~

Smith: This is raw, Hood. It is a real fight, a real wrestling match.

Hood: I'm surprised they're both bleeding now so easily.

Smith: Could be the paintballs too!

~PIC turns around as Vhodka clotheslines him to the ground for his insolence. He's right back up but the former OCW TransAtlantic Champion hip tosses his pimp ass to the mat below. PIC gets right back up again and dodges a straight punch from Vhodka only to get a blind elbow to the back of the head as he steps passed her. Vhodka jumps onto PIC’S back and locks in a sleeper hold as she holds on to the much taller challenger. PIC swings his body back and forth trying to get Vhodka off of him but she only maintains her hold over his neck. She spits blood forward but only gets a little bit on Wilson's face. It's enough though to blind PIC slightly as she puts her feet to his feet and then kicks him forward with tremendous force into the glass chamber. PIC’S face boings off the glass chamber walls as the fans howl at him from behind the glass. Vhodka goes up behind him and begins smashing his face against the wall repeatedly. She doesn't stop to the point everyone's lost count and PIC’S forehead splits open. PIC stumbles backwards in a complete daze as Vhodka kicks him in the gut and delivers him to the mat with a double armed DDT.

Smith: The veracity of that DDT shook the mat and the chamber!

Hood: Yep, and looks like more misfires from the jarring paintball guards along the top and the back of Vhodka’s head is drenched in pussy pink paint!

~PIC’S head bounces off the mat and he remains motionless, rolling onto his back and blood all over his face. The glass chamber rattles as the fans squeezed against it smack their hands against it hard begging Vhodka to pin. She just laughs as she grabs PIC by the throat and lifts him to his knees. PIC kneels before her on his knees and his head tilted back. He smirks as he covers his nose near Vhodka's crotch and Black responds with a swift knee to the side of PIC’S head. PIC droops over to the right side but straightens himself out, still pinching his nose, playing mind games with her. Vhodka knees him again, this time he droops over to the left side. Vhodka begins chopping his chest with her backhand to the roars of the crowd! One! Two! Three! Four! PIC is using his hands by putting them behind him to just keep his balance as his chest turns red. Suddenly he pushes himself forward and grabs Vhodka's legs. He sweeps her off her feet and rolls her forward onto her shoulders as he presses himself up against her, he grabs her arms and holds her down with himself arched over her! Gruff drops for the count!~

1!

Smith: I'm seeing a pattern here, Hood.

2!!

Hood: What? The fact PIC makes sure his crotch is against Vhodka's everytime he pins her?!

TH-KICK OUT!

~PIC falls off of Vhodka as he is still obviously hurt, but smiling as he holds his chest with his left hand and wipes the blood/paint from his face with his right.~

Smith: He better realize that'll probably only piss Vhodka off more and not help his cause here.

~Vhodka Black leg drops onto the downed PIC and then proceeds to apply a front face lock on her opponent. PIC winces in pain as Vhodka pulls back and applies ever increasing pressure. Gruff is down on one knee and checking Steve Wilson out to see if he's finished. PIC yells no but his hand begins to slowly raise in the air. The crowd stands on their feet, the fans right at the glass chamber press up against it to get the best look possible. PIC seems ready to tap as he quickly slams his hand down BUT he stops and waves it around with a middle finger. Vhodka cusses him out as she moves with the hold, applying more pressure but PIC maintains a playful laughter. He begins pushing himself up off the mat with his free hand and lifts Vhodka up with him. He throws himself, by the side she is on, into the glass chamber forcing Vhodka to let go. PIC grabs Vhodka by the neck and lifts her up against the glass chamber wall with his right hand. She kicks but he moves his upper body from side to side to avoid the kicks as she grabs his hand with both of hers. PIC smirks as he chokes her while holding her up before pushing her around and taking her from the wall of the glass chamber back into the air. He puts his hand on her lower back and slams her down hard to the mat and barely moves out of the way as the Paintballers at the top of the chamber unload a few rounds on the fallen Vhodka Black. They obviously are just shooting when they want too but that shouldn’t surprise anyone. PIC lifts her up to a sit up position and immediately locks in a collar choke hold. The Faithful roar, in shock at the move PIC locks on. He puts his face to Vhodka's and talks into her ears but she yells back, refusing to surrender. Vhodka tries to shoot an elbow blindly into PIC’S sides and it works but PIC immediately improvises and locks his legs around Vhodka and rolling both of them to the mat. He kicks her legs as she elbows his sides all the while PIC is maintaining the collar choke hold.~

Smith: Wow. This match has been pretty intense so far.

Hood: I enjoy they are just randomly being shot throughout the match. That has to be fucking annoying.

~Vhodka wins out as she throws another elbow with her free arm into PIC’S side, he lets go. He keeps his legs wrapped around Vhodka and laughs but Vhodka turns it against him by using one arm to make sure his legs stay wrapped around her. She pushes herself up to her feet in reverse then arches backwards, putting her head against PIC’S chest as she rolls him up for an arching pin.~

1!

Hood: Whoa!

2!!

Smith: PIC can't believe it!

THRE-KICK OUT!!! KICK OUT!

~PIC gets his legs free and throws his shoulder up but his lower back is in pain from the weird pin. PIC tries to crawl away from Vhodka but she grabs back onto him and locks in an Indian Deathlock! PIC winces in horrible pain as he thrashes about on the matting. Vhodka throws herself back and forth against the mat and back up as she maintains the Indian deathlock on PIC. PIC grabs his legs and shakes his head furiously refusing to tap out. The crowd is on their feet as PIC yells in pain. PIC looks around in gut instinct for the ropes and screams an obscenity as he realizes there are no ropes.~

Smith: I don't think I've ever seen PIC in this much genuine pain. At least he's never expressed it so violently and Vhodka knows she has him. His knees are his weak point it seems and she is going to break his legs and win this match!

Hood: I wouldn't count Wilson out just yet but he sure is pissed now that it clicked there is no rope breaks.

~Vhodka brings herself completely forward then drops back, this time she's the one laughing and smiling as PIC’S head rolls around on the mat, he's stopped thrashing around.~

Smith: They say the Indian Deathlock is the most painful submission in all of wrestling, and seeing PIC slowly slip away like this I'm inclined to agree here Hood.

Hood: Come on Wilson! Get up! Get up! No one has EVER made PIC pass out or tap out! AT least I don’t think so anyway. Don't let Vhodka finish you this way!!!

~PIC's eyes close and the blood from his forehead has slowly stopped running, but it covers his eyes and mouth. Vhodka feels victory within her grasp now as she continues to apply pressure and Gruff has no choice but to raise PIC’S right arm. He holds it up, and PIC’S arm falls limp.~

1!

~As Gruff throws up a one, it seems half the crowd begins cheering and chanting for PIC to get up while the other half cheers Vhodka on.~

OCW Faithful: PIMP-IN-CHARGE! PIMP-IN-CHARGE! QUESO-QUEEN! QUESO-QUEEN!

~Gruff raises PIC’S hand again, and it drops limp for a second time but his eyes have opened!~

2!!

Hood: Oh my GOD NO! PIC! WAKE UP! GET UP!

Smith: THIS IS IT HOOD! VHODKA WILL WIN THE BIG ONE!

~Gruff raises Steve Wilson' hand for a third time...~

PIC Faithful: PIMP! IN! CHARGE!

Vhodka Faithful: QUESO! QUEEN! QUESO! QUEEN!

~Gruff drops PIC’S right hand for a third time and... PIC holds it up! He holds it up and screams as he pushes himself up and grabs Vhodka's head, hooking it into his left arm and pulling her towards him. He screams, she screams back at him as PIC begins wailing on Vhodka's ribs and chest with right after right fist while holding her head between his left arm. PIC yells in pain until finally Vhodka falls back and her Indian deathlock is released. PIC rolls away screaming as he holds his knees..~

Smith: This folks, is what it's about. The OCW World title on the line, and two of the premier athletes in the OCW today giving it every ounce of flesh and blood to have it. This is the OCW at its best, folks.

Hood: Classic OCW, baby!

~PIC remains in a fetal position and Vhodka holds her sides as she curls up opposite Wilson. She's first to her feet, but slowly. Meanwhile PIC tightens the brace over his left knee as he sits up against the Glass Chamber wall and catches his breath but not much rest will he get as a paintball explodes beside his ear on the glass wall, his eyes wide with how close that was to his face. Fans near that side of the wall bang the glass behind him and taunt and cheer him on. Vhodka leans against the glass chamber wall where she is, and looks at Wilson and nods. PIC gets to his feet slowly and wipes the fresh and dry blood from his face along with the greasy paint and nods back at her. He moves forward gingerly, Vhodka moves forward readily. ~

PIC: You're mine now.

Vhodka Black: Not if my Cheese Gawd has anything to say about it.

~PIC points to Vhodka and smiles as she rushes towards him. Vhodka rushes PIC and goes for a running knee to the head, to which PIC uses his veteran presence of mind to sidestep and avoid. Vhodka tumbles forward but maintains her blance as she presses against the chamber wall but quickly gets her hands off as she feels a few rounds hit her tramp stamp. PIC jumps forward and kicks her straight on the spinal cord, sending Vhodka to her knees in pain and PIC’s boot leaving a shoeprint in paint that had hit her seconds earlier in the lower back. PIC places his left leg on her lower back as he grabs her arms and begins pulling back, using his stronger right leg to maintain balance and control. Gruff checks on Vhodka to see if she'll quit but she flat out refuses as PIC leans into the move. Suddenly PIC slips his left leg up, and lets go of Vhodka's right arm as he shoves her face first into the glass chamber wall with a vicious sliding kick to the back of her head. All the while he tries to rip out the arm he had previously dislocated from her shoulder in the match earlier. Vhodka's head smacks against the glass chamber wall and PIC drops to his right knee behind her and begins smashing her face repeatedly against it. OCW Faithful take pictures quickly on their cell phones as PIC wails on her head until she begins bleeding all over the place. Gruff intervenes and forces PIC to back off for a moment while he checks on Vhodka. Vhodka hits the mat and doesn't seem to be moving as Gruff checks on her, the fans are all in shock at the pure brutality of such a simple mode of attack that PIC himself got earlier in the match. PIC steps back, still groggy and still aching in his knees as he begins ripping the wrestling mat from the ground.~

Smith: Jesus Christ what is he doing?

Hood: I bet TLS would know.

Smith: But he’s gone.

Hood: Maybe he got Lost. Get it?

~Gruff turns around to watch as PIC rolls up the mat and pushes it into a corner like a rolled rug. He stomps his foot down on the bare gravel floor of the field as Vhodka gets to her feet. Vhodka quickly turns around as PIC goes for a roundhouse kick and she ducks it quickly. Vhodka jumps up behind PIC and wraps her right arm around his neck, dropping back for a DDT straight onto the gravel and bashing the back of PIC’S head against it. The PaintBallers start firing off again at the two of them as they are outside of the matting. ~

Smith: BACKFIRE! They need to get back on the mat unless they want to be a giant painted welt!

Hood: Whoever came up with Paintball for this match is a genius!

~PIC grabs the back of his head in pain as Vhodka, on her knees before him begins bashing his head up and down against the gravel. PIC quickly counters and rolls himself onto his shoulders, grabbing Vhodka by the neck with his legs and slamming her to the ground. He rolls away and gets to his feet as she stands up, wiping the blood and more paint from her face and parting her hair back. PIC dekes in front of her, she sidesteps but he was faking and he gouges her in the eyes! Kick to the sternum! STUNNER!!! The crowd is ON THEIR FEET as PIC throws Vhodka onto the mat as the airsoft sound fills the chamber as the OCW staff and enhancement talent unload their paintball guns on them. He hooks both legs quickly after rolling!!!~

1!

Smith: OH MY GOD NOT LIKE THIS! VHODKA!!!! GET UP!!!

2!!

Hood: And the NEW OCW CHA-

~THREEEEEEEE KICK OUT! ~

Smith: HAH WHAT WAS THAT HOOD?! WHAT WAS THAT?!

Hood: ...

~PIC sits up and can't believe what he's seeing. He looks up at Gruff who holds up two fingers and then back at Vhodka who is just smiling back at him because of course she is.~

Smith: Vhodka Black has done a rare thing folks.

Hood: Whatever.

Smith: Don't make excuses. You're downplaying the heart and spirit of Vhodka Black who deserves our adulation and respect right now.

Hood: Yeah, yeah.

~PIC gets to his feet absolutely pissed off, as Vhodka slowly gets back to her feet. As PIC turns around he's met with a sudden spike DDT right onto the gravel floor and he yells out in pain as he begins to bleed from the open wound on his forehead again. PIC crawls away from her and she smiles sadistically as she stalks him from behind. PIC gets to his feet as Vhodka gets up behind him and wraps her arms under Wilson's. She holds for a moment and steps back, PIC’S eyes widening as she drops back and hits the Half Nelson Slam!!! Vhodka turns Wilson over and hooking the leg.~

1!

Smith: NOW, Hood. NOW it's over!

2!!

Hood: NOOOOOOO!!!! MY LORD! MY LORD KICK OUT!!!

THREEEEEEEEE- WHAT?! WHAT?! PIC THROWS A SHOULDER UP AT THE LAST SECOND!!!

Hood: HAHAHA YES YES YES YES YES!!!!! STEVE WILSON DOES IT AGAIN FOLKS!!!

Smith: I can't believe it...

Hood: Neither can Vhodka, Smith...

~Vhodka looks at Gruff who shakes his head holding up two fingers. PIC grabs Vhodka's hair and pulls her towards him and begins whispering into her ears. She pushes him off and he smirks. Vhodka crashes an elbow straight over PIC’S throat and his eyes pop as he begins to choke and hold his neck. He rolls away on the cold gravel and still feels the pain of the Vhodka’s fury. Vhodka wipes the blood and paint from her face as her face twitches from being hit with more shots from above, as does PIC and they both get up. Vhodka rushes to PIC! She lands a vicious roaring elbow! Another! Another! And ANOTHER! PIC is groggy and as Vhodka goes for yet another, he drops himself to his knees and sends a right fist straight into her gut. She keels forward and he grabs her by the waist and pulls her down to the cold gravel ground. He quickly lifts her up by the leg and pulls it over himself and locks in an Argentine leg lock on Vhodka Black! Vhodka writhes in pain as she shakes her head refusing to tap out. Gruff checks on her and she maintains she's not quitting as PIC screams at her.~

PIC: JUST TAP OUT! SAVE YOURSELF VHODKA! TAP OUT! QUIT! QUIT! QUIT!

~Suddenly from the entrance area, which is barricaded from the OCW Faithful, a menacing figure appears. PIC continues to apply pressure and Vhodka continues to shake her head but PIC’S eyes shoot up as none other than Ubertaker himself glaring back at Wilson. Vhodka raises her hand with a clench fist, gritting her teeth and shaking her head wildly but right before anything happens PIC lets go of her and stands up. Ubertaker points at Steve Wilson while Vhodka Black takes the time out to recover, holding her right leg in agony. Ubertaker takes his thumb and drags it across his throat and then points back to Steve Wilson. PIC nods in acceptance but he shouldn't have let himself get distracted. Vhodka is right up behind him and grabs PIC by the crotch and rolls him up, he slams his head on the gravel hard as she does this.~

1!

~Ubertaker's mouth twitches, as if he was almost going to grin.~

2!!

Hood: NOT NOW UBERTAKER YOU SON OF A BITCH!

THRE-NO!!!!!!!!!!

~Gruff waves his arms saying no, no, NO! PIC’S shoulder is up and Vhodka slams her fist into his chest in anger. PIC laughs it off and smiles as he remains on the ground breathing heavily. Vhodka Black is on her feet and she shakes her head as she notices Ubertaker, who slowly disappears somewhere near the entrance out into the field. PIC slowly gets to his feet and the back of his head is cut open now and he's bleeding a bit. He pulls his tights out and grabs a black bandana from somewhere inside his tights, Vhodka looks at him with disgust as he wraps it around his bleeding head to slow the bleeding. Vhodka rushes PIC but he opens his arms and grabs onto her. He lifts her off of her feet and locks in a bear hug of all moves. He swings her around in his arms like a ragdoll, putting his face near her chest and smiling. She spits blood at him and he stumbles back, blinded but maintaining his grip around her. Vhodka sends a roaring elbow into his head but PIC maintains the hold. He shoots back with a headbutt which sends Vhodka's neck snapping back. PIC rushes forward blindly and slams her against the glass chamber wall. She throws another roaring elbow into his head but all it does is get some of the blood out of his eyes allowing him to see with one eye open. He slams her against the wall again and smiles as he does so, but Vhodka has had enough. She puts her thumbs in his eyes and he begins to scream but he maintains the hold. Vhodka yells as she tries literally ripping his eyes out so PIC slams her to the ground with him on top of her. He's winded and remains on top of her, forcing his weight onto her. He smiles and she headbutts him back, pushing him off of her. PIC rubs his face and looks up and the fans pressed against the glass walls cringe as his eye appears to be bleeding and severely red in the left socket and he is knocked backwards as a paintball strikes him right between the eyes. The camera pans up to see Machete Phil laughing.~

PIC: MY EYE!

~PIC kicks the ground as he holds his face and Gruff checks up on him. Vhodka looks at him and laughs as she sits up against one side of the glass chamber and catches her breath.~

Hood: PIC might be blind in his left eye after that! Jesus!

Smith: I guess he should've taken the contract WITH health care that The Knife Man offered him in the first place?

Hood: How dare you!

Gruff: I may need to call the bell on this one, Wilson.

PIC: Like hell you will.

~PIC jumps to his feet and unravels the white wrist band on his right wrist and uses it to cover his left eye and stomps his feet several time. Vhodka is on her feet and she points her hand towards him in a classic "bring it bitch" fashion.~

Vhodka Black: I guess you only have eye for me.

PIC: Did you eat paint chips as a child?

~PIC rushes Vhodka and she rushes Wilson, but she stops quickly as PIC spears her! BUT Vhodka locks his left arm around PIC’S neck and slams his head into the glass chamber walls as he spears her against them. She continues this, not letting go. PIC wiggles his way out of it and they lock horns and grapple for the first time in the match. PIC goes for a suplex and lifts Vhodka all the way up in the air! But Vhodka's fighting back and manages to get herself back to her feet and then she grips PIC’S tights and in a sheer display of adrenaline VHODKA suplexes WILSON and awkwardly into the glass chamber wall! PIC crumbles into a heap upside down on his head against the wall and with his body bent out of shape, his legs arched over his head Vhodka throws herself onto him crushing his own body against itself as she makes the cover!~

1!

Smith: 5'9, 140-pound Vhodka Black just suplexed 6'3, 215 pound Steve Wilson. That was pure adrenaline folks and super human strength!

2!!

Hood: Yeah? All the good it'll do!

THRE-KICK OUT!

Hood: See?

~PIC kicks out at the two and a half count and falls over onto his side, breathing heavily. Vhodka rolls away from him and lays on her back in disbelief.~

~Vhodka gets back to her feet with a fiery passion in her eyes but so does Steve Wilson. Out of NOWHERE PIC straightens his body and hits a beautiful roundhouse to the side of Vhodka Black’s paint covered face! Vhodka doesn't fall down though! She stumbles back in a complete and utter daze as PIC yells at her. He begins unleashing a barrage of kicks and punches. He hits her in the face several times with a quick succession of lefts and rights. He jumps back and forth, swaying and dancing on his toes as he sends out vicious kicks to Vhodka's thighs, snapping them out Muay Thai style and instead of hitting with his feet he hits with his shins to her thighs several times. He follows it up with an elbow uppercut to her face, then grabs her with his left hand by her hair as he repeatedly brings roaring elbows into her skull. She stumbles around nearly falling as PIC puts himself behind her and unleashes more Muay Thai styled power kicks to her back and the back of her legs. He's literally swirling in circles around her kicking her repeatedly all over, aiming his shins like baseball bats into her thighs, knees, ribs and arms. The crowd is going nuts trying to keep up with the count as PIC lays in a rising knee to her chest kind of like Atara Themis would’ve... Finally he jumps back and screams as he sends out a vicious superkick to Vhodka Black's face, sending the former OCW TransAtlantic champion spinning, then to her knees, and finally she collapses onto her stomach.~

Hood: I bet that knocked the cheese fromunda out!

~PIC gasps for air as he falls to his knees, completely drained by the 47 strike hit combo as he rolls Vhodka over onto her back. He puts himself on top of her and collapses over her. Gruff drops for the count!~

1!

Smith: VHODKA! GET UP VHODKA!

2!!

Hood: That’s why he’s the PIMP IN CHARGE!

3!!!!!!!!...........NO! NO! NO!!! VHODKA KICKS OUT! VHODKA BLACK KICKS OUT!

Smith: OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! VHODKA IS STILL IN IT FOLKS!

Hood: Is she the fuckin’ TX from Terminator 3: Rise of the Machines?!

~PIC rolls off of Vhodka and breathes heavily. He shakes his head and puts his hands on his chest in utter disbelief. Vhodka is smiling as she turns her head and looks at Wilson who looks back at her. The crowd is on their feet and cheering so loud it is absolutely deafening. PIC rolls away after a few moments onto his stomach and uses all of his strength to push himself up to his feet. Vhodka is slow moving as she claws at the glass chamber wall to help her get to her feet. Both of them are on their feet now, wobbly at best. PIC saunters forward groggily as does Vhodka and both of them put their fists up.~

PIC: Time to finish this.

Vhodka Black: Yep, I have a Dorito Casserole in the oven to check on.

~Vhodka unleashes a quick right hook which PIC dodges from hitting his face, but she still connects with his neck. He coughs and chokes as Vhodka throws out a roaring elbow but PIC strikes first with a quick thrust kick to her thighs. She winces and everything stops. PIC breathes heavily, holding his chest as he continues to cough and show the wear and tear of the match. He looks at Vhodka with a heavy heart as she looks at him, her eyes glassing. One quick and final elbow into PIC’S chest sends him stumbling and onto the gravel floor in pain. Vhodka falls to the floor with him and looks up at him as she begins to wrap him up and locks in the a reverse chokehold with her legs wrapped around the back of his waist as she purposely puts the heel of her left right into his junk.~

Smith: This has to be it, there's no way PIC can escape. He shot himself in the foot, Hood.

Hood: Actually, I think it was one of the ones at the top of the chamber that shot him in the foot. Luckily it was only a paintball!

~Vhodka leans hard into the left, she breathes heavily as she yells at PIC to just give in. PIC continues to scream no amidst him choking on his own spit and blood. Vhodka looks at him as her eyes fully glass over and in that moment, PIC breaks out of the reverse chokehold. Vhodka collapses in front of him.~

Smith: ...

Hood: ...

~PIC rolls Vhodka over and begins locking himself into her with both her legs. THE LOCK PIC(High hooked Texas Cloverleaf - think deep Liontamer)! PIC locks it in and screams for her to quit. Vhodka doesn't yell, scream or even say no as she continues to stare blankly out from the hold. Suddenly - - - ~

BANG!!!!!

~PIC eyes are wide as that wasn’t the sound of a paintball gun and he looks around frantically but decides to continue forward on applying pressure and Vhodka's eyes roll into the back of her head. Gruff checks on her and she isn't even conscious anymore and looks to be bleeding from a wound on the back of her thigh under the tattooed ass of Vhodka Black. He calls for the bell.~

~DING DING DING~

Belvedere: And your winner via technical knockout... AND NEW OCW CHAMPION... PIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Smith: Well, he did it Hood. He’s now in elite company as a two-time OCW Champion!

Hood: That he is! Ghostknife is unnerving. How does his cloak look alive like that?

Smith: His magical ability apparently.

Hood: I don’t like it, keep him away from me.

Smith: That sounded like a gunshot, I am pretty sure Vhodka is bleeding from a real gunshot wound!

~PIC celebrates he is handed his championship belt back by OCW GM Tamika Strader. She ushers him out of the structure as her hand waves for Ghostknife and his crew to come in to tend to Vhodka Black’s wound.~

Smith: Tamika has handed the champ his belt and now cleared a path to have Vhodka tended to. I am hearing from our EVP, The Knife Man, that no one is leaving the funplex tonight until the gun is found that shot Black.

Hood: GM Strader’s first PPV CAPPED (GET IT?) off by a gunshot wound! Now that’s Classic OCW, Baby! If I ever heard it.

Smith: Well, Hood and I will be back for Wednesday Night Piledriver on April 19th 2023 as we get ready to invade Burbank Studios in Hollywood California for Wheel of Misfortune! Good night folks!

~The camera pans on Vhodka Black being led out on a stretcher followed by Tamika Strader and we fade out on PIC who holds his belt high in the air but watches Vhodka with what seems to be genuine concern, the best he can with his vision currently. The camera feed fades on the OCW Duck holding a Glock giving the OCW Faithful watching a seductive duck wink from the top of the structure.~

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