[The show cuts blurring clips of the Bunkhouse as with impact we kick right into Drowning Pool’s “Bodies”]
ONE! Nothing Wrong with me!
TWO! Nothing Wrong with me!
THREE! Nothing Wrong with me!
FOUR! Nothing Wrong with me!
ONE! Something’s got to give!
TWO! Something’s got to give!
THREE! Something’s got to give!
NOOOOOOW!
LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOR!
LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOR!
LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOOOOOOR!
[We cut to the inside of the bunkhouse, dark and roaring with fans as the pyrotechnics explodes along the ramp way, sound like the high octane sound of a raging Stampede as we focus out, to get a good shot of the crowd and their signs.]
Lycan FEARS Bergoin
Just Fuck her, Jordon, I would.
Amy Heartbreaker chews my nuts
The Young Guns got cute buns
[La'Kine is seen standing in the ring doing some warm up stretches for his upcoming match.]
Clouds: Welcome to another installment of Stampede. I am your host Mike Clouds, and my partner in crime as always is Tim Merchant.
Merchant: Hello everyone, but I would like to give a quick shout out to our OCW boys over in Amsterdam. KICK SOME ASS!!! OCW STYLE!!!
Clouds: Same goes for me. I really think our boys representing the OCW are going to steal the show, but now is time to focus on our own show and in the opening match. We are going to get privilege of seeing some classic high flying cruiserweight action.
Merchant: And we’re ready for our first contest
Clouds: La’Kine is already in the ring.
Merchant: Well, that was fast.
Tessa: Hailing from Long Island, New York; OCW fans please welcome “Private” SEEEAAANN RRRIIIIIILLLLEEEEEEEYY!!!!
[A solitary guitar strums out over the PA as the crowd let's out a soft pop for the new OCW talent, Sean Riley. The young man appears on the entrance ramp and with much energy begins to jump up and down and play to the crowd. He wears a black t-shirt that says "Welcome To Boot Camp" on the front and a pair of camouflage shorts]
I fight to make you stronger, to make you love your life.
I fight to show you purpose, to keep you satisfied.
I fight to make you happy. I war to win your heart.
I'd fight forever for you. I ache when we're apart
[As the song picks up and the other instruments pick up, the young man keeps his energy up, slapping hands as he heads down toward the ring. He jumps up onto the ring apron and then slingshots himself into the ring]
I'm fighting for us. My heart is a soldier.
I'm killing myself. My heart is a soldier marching to die.
[He hits each turnbuckle as the music starts to fade out, playing to the crowd and showing his appreciation for them]
DING! DING! DING!
Merchant: And we are under way.
[La’Kine attempts to do a running body splash Riley in the corner, but Riley quickly sidesteps causing La’Kine to hit the turnbuckle with all his force. He stumbles backwards and Riley nails a belly-to-back suplex. Riley is all kinds of fired up as picks up La’Kine, who is attempting to regain his breath. Riley sends him off the ropes sends him down with a vicious Spinning Heel Kick!]
Clouds: My God! He almost took his head off with that one!
Merchant: Riley quickly back to his feet, hits the ropes… SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT!
Clouds: Cover!
1……
2………..
NO! A shoulder up, La’Kine stays alive here.
Merchant: Riley picks La’Kine up by the hair and looks to go on the assault. La’ Kine gives him a thumb to the eye! Underhanded move, but he’s got the advantage now.
[La’Kine now gets the blinded Riley in a waistlock and hits a German release suplex. La’ Kine rises slowly to the feet pointing to his head as the crowd gives him some scattered boos. Riley staggers to his feet with the help of the ropes, La’Kine tries to give Riley a kick to the midsection, but Riley catches it and Enzugari]
Clouds: That crack was sickening!
Merchant: Riley now back on the offensive.
Clouds: Riley sends La’Kine to the corner and follows in with a handspring elbow smash. La’Kine slumps to the ground.
Merchant: Riley back to other corner, he rushes in… DROPKICKED HIM!
Clouds: VICIOUS DROP KICK TO THE SLUMPED LA’ KINE!
Merchant: Riley is fired up here and this crowd is beginning to get behind the youngster.
[Riley picks up his weary opponent and delivers a strong right hand and another. La’Kine barely on his feet right now, he drops and LOW BLOW!]
Clouds: Desperation move there by La’Kine. Riley’s done in pain as La’Kine is trying to mount some sort of offense here.
Merchant: He’s got Riley up and a quick snap suplex takes him right back down.
Clouds: La’Kine picking him up once again, this man wants to stay on the offensive.
[La’Kine whips him into the turnbuckle hard and Riley hits back first. He stumbles out and La’Kine nails him with a vicious spear that he put everything into]
Merchant: Wow! Cover here!
1……..
2…………
NO! RILEY KICKS OUT!
Clouds: La’ Kine thought he had him there and he’s letting the ref know it!
Merchant: He’d be better off staying on Riley, who’s slowly coming back to his feet.
Clouds: He’s coming behind La’Kine.
Merchant: La’Kine turns just in time for a boot to the midsection! DDT! DDT!
Clouds: He calls that the Closure, it was his uncle’s finishing move.
Merchant: He’s heading up to the heavens now, the crowd is cheering him on.
Clouds: WWWOOOOO!!! HE SOARS!
Merchant: FULL METAL JACKET!
Clouds: This is elementary now, cover!
1………..
2……………..
3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[DING! DING! DING!]
Tessa: Here is your winner… “PRIVATE” SEAN RILEY!
Clouds: Impressive debut victory for the youngster Sean Riley.
Merchant: Yeah, If he keeps impressing OCW management with victories like tonight. He surely will be wearing championship gold in no time.
Clouds: Well let's grab a short commercial break.
Commercial Break
[We cut back from commercial to a thunderous ovation from the crowd.]
“JOEY! JOEY! JOEY!”
[The camera pans the crowd, looking for the source of the excitement. The chanting and ovation has now turned into a full blown standing ovation. The camera makes its way to ringside where, finally, we discover the reason for this amazing response from the crowd.]
Mike: It’s deafening in here, folks.
Tim: And I have no idea why….
[The ovation does not stop until he finally stands to his feet, only for it to recommence even louder the second time. The “he” is OCW legend and the only man to hold the OCW triple crown, “Little” Joey Average. He has a huge smile on as he salutes the audience.]
Mike: San Antonio resident and a man who has done it all here in the OCW, “Little” Joey Average has been discovered by the OCW faithful here tonight.
Tim: Ugh, I’ve seen his fat ass here before. Nothing special.
Mike: Indeed, he’s been a regular here at the OCW events since the reopening. Great to see him back in Texas.
["I AM HATED" by Slipknot starts to play through out the area as the fans, knowing Quinn's lack of 'standard' wrestling entrances, start looking around the area. They spot Quinn shoving his way through the crowd. The fans wave all sorts of weapons in his face as he elbows through them. He grabs a beer from a fan, chugs it, then hops the railing. Quinn walks over to the announcers table and snatches a microphone from the table. Hopping up on top of the announcers table Quinn turns to address the fans.]
Quinn: "What's up, softy bitches?"
[The fans response is mixed as Quinn chuckles to himself.]
Quinn: "Well, in case you haven't been paying attention..."
[Quinn looks over the crowd and then back to the ring.]
Quinn: "There is a lack of stipulation material here. Oh, wait, I am in Texas... There ain't no durn scaffold or barbed wire net."
Quinn smiles as the crowd mostly boos him now.
Quinn: "It seems Mr. Ramirez was scared I'd kill Chrissy West. So Mr. Ramirez decided to CHANGE my stipulations at the last second to just a fans bring the weapons match... How many of you think this is f**king bullshit?!!"
[The arena erupts in cheers as Quinn stands there nodding his head.]
Quinn: "You hear that, Ramirez?! Even the mindless cow-humpers of Texas agree with me. This is my fed, ya softy bitch! You granting me stip privy and then changing it to suit your softy bitch wrestlers isn't going to fly with me. Screw with my stips once more and you and Stevey Love will have a few things in common, if you know what I mean!"
[Quinn spikes the mic off the announcers table, grabs a wiffle-ball bat with with thumbtacks glued to it from a near by fan, then jump from the table to the ring apron. He slides into the ring, checking out the bat with a smile as he awaits West.]
Clouds: Chris Quinn looks like he is ready for war, tonight.
Merchant: But I am getting word right now that Chris West isn't even in the building.
[Road Agent Daniel Mendez is seen walking down to the ring. He goes over and whispers something to Tessa Bradley.]
Tessa: I am sorry to inform the folks, but due to Chris West not in the building. Your winner of the match by forfeit.... "THE CADAVER DOG" CHRIS QUINN!!!!
[Quinn storms over and snatches the mic from a startled Tessa. He stares at her for a second and she quickly backs away from Quinn. Quinn walks over to the ropes and puts the mic to his mouth as Mendez is about to walk out of the arena floor.]
Quinn: "Mendez! You mean to tell me that Ramirez cuts my stips and then Chris West isn't showing? I win by default?"
[Mendez looks back at Quinn and then the crowd, and nods slowly. Quinn steps up onto the bottom rope.]
Quinn: "That is bullshit! I came to the OCW to wrestle. So far all I have gotten is bullshit. The OCW has become a federation of SOFTY BITCHES! Where is the wrestlers? I am not talking about the 'roll around on the mat trying to push the other guys shoulders to it' kind of wrestler. I am talking about the real wrestlers, the ones who are not satisfied by pinning their opponent but by seeing their opponent lying unconscious in a pool of their own blood?!"
[The crowd pops. Quinn spits on the arena floor, looking over the crowd.]
Quinn: "Shut up, you mindless hillbillies! I am asking Mr. Mendez a question."
[Quinn looks back to Mendez. Mendez shrugs his shoulders a bit and that seems to push Quinn's button.]
Quinn: "You don't know? You are the f**kin' road agent and you don't know?! I tell you what, Mendez. If you don't line me up a serious match next week I am gonna hunt you down and drag you out to the ring, ya softy bitch!!! And if that doesn't get things rolling I am gonna move on from you to Ramirez, his hootchie, and even Johnny Hawke if I have too!"
[The crowd roars as Quinn spikes the mic and then slips out of the ring and starts walking towards Mendez, who makes a hasty retreat into the back. Quinn walks up the ramp and slips into the back, as the show cuts to commercial.]
Commercial Break
Merchant: We’re heading back stage where our General Manager has a meeting.
Backstage Segment
[Heartbreakers office at the Bunkhouse, inflatable chairs, pink rug, mirrors everywhere. The lady herself is lying on am inflatable sofa. She’s dressed reservedly for her tonight in a black pinstripe waistcoat & matching pencil, white blouse and stiletto heeled sandals. Her mane of blonder hair is pulled back into a solitary pony tail.]
*Knock Knock*
[That’d be the door.]
“Enter.”
[It’s Lemual Jordon, looking bashful. Dressed in a pair of tracksuit bottoms, sneakers and an Indianapolis Colts hoodie. Amy perks up, smiling lusciously.]
Heartbreaker – “Lemual, sweetie what can I do for you?”
Jordon – “Miss Heartbreaker, I was just wondering why I’ve been called in when I don’t have a match this evening.”
[Heartbreaker like a praying mantis, rises from her seat and takes a step towards Jordon.]
Heartbreaker – “I wanted you to know that life here in OCW can either be very interesting and easy for you or else, tough as hell dependent on whether you please or displease. Me.”
Jordon – “But Maam, I told you before I’ve got a …”
[Heartbreakers place’s a finger on the lips of the one half of the OCW Tag Team Champions. Silencing him.]
Heartbreaker – “Be warned I’ll get what I want, and what I want is dangling between your legs. No as I said life here in OCW can be sooo much simpler if you abide to my needs.”
[Jordon swats the finger on his lip away.]
Jordon – “I’ll report you for sexual harassment.”
Heartbreaker – “No need, no need, you’ll be begging for it soon enough, just like everyman I meet.”
Jordon – “Maam. I don’t want to be rude but you could have told me this over the phone.”
Heartbreaker – “Sooo.. impersonal, I like to treat my potential superstars with kid gloves and besides… You’re lumberJACKING later tonight.”
[Emphasis on the ‘jacking’ part of the word, Heartbreaker drops her purse and bends over right before Jordon, her buttocks in his face.]
Jordon – “You, know Ma'am, you really should bend from the knee’s it’s much better for your back.”
[Jordon turns a leaves, as Amy rises to her feet again, she’s gritting her teeth.]
[Back ringside.]
Clouds: Well I’m sure Jordon will be jacking tonight after that, phew I’m sweating already here.
Merchant: He honestly seems the one guy on the roster, not interested in screwing our general manager.
Clouds: Is the kid blind?
[The camera switch to the ring showing that Zane Ozz is in the ring.]
Clouds: Now I would to apologize to fans, but it seems that Lycan has left the company, also.
Merchant: I bet that Dave Bergoin is thankful for that.
Clouds: Don't go there, Tim... But due to fact that Lycan has quit the company. Tonight Zane Ozz wins by forfeit as well.
[Suddenly there is a stir in the crowd.]
Merchant: What the hell is going on? Is it Lycan?
Clouds: I don't think that is Lycan.
Merchant: It is Chris Quinn!
[Quinn pushes his way through the crowd and jumps the railing. Zane doesn't see Quinn coming from behind him as he stands in the center of the ring shaking his head. Tessa finally spots Quinn and beats ass out of the ring, giving Zane the hint that something is wrong. He turns around in time to see Quinn's feet land square on his face from a springboard dropkick.]
Clouds: This is insane! Why is Quinn attacking Zane?
Merchant: I'll tell you why, he is pissed.
[Quinn hops up to his feet and drags Zane back to his feet. Quinn whips the still dazed Zane into the ropes and follows him in, landing a back handspring elbow smash as Zane comes off the ropes.]
Merchant: BOOM! Holy crap I think Quinn killed him!
Clouds: Quinn caught him unaware. This needs to be stopped. Quinn can't run over this place like he owns it.
Quinn kips up to his feet and picks up the mic Tessa dropped on her hasty exit from the ring.
Quinn: "Well, well, another no show. How does that make you feel, Zane? Doesn't it piss you off to no end?! I know it does. I am sure you are here for the same reason I am, and that is to wrestle our own way."
[Quinn steps over the fallen Zane and resumes talking.]
Quinn: "I said it before and I'll say it again... This fed is soft. Is there no wrestlers left in the OCW with any balls?"
Merchant: You tell 'em, Quinn!
Clouds: Wait!
[Zane suddenly comes to and ends Quinn's rant with a punch straight to the family jewels. Quinn drops the mic and staggers off Zane. Zane pops up and stalks Quinn as he wanders away. He snatches Quinn by the hair and drives him face first into the corner.]
Clouds: Justice is served!
Merchant: Is this a match now?
Clouds: I doubt it, the ref is moving in to stop it now.
[Zane yanks Quinn back out of the corner, spits in his face, and then nails him with a sinister one arm choke slam.]
Merchant: The Leper Affinity! Zane's finisher, he just landed it on Quinn!
Clouds: I hope that will help Quinn keep his mouth shut and in the back.
Zane stands up and and stands over Quinn, he leans over and starts yelling in Quinn's face, adding in a slap or two for good measure.
Clouds: Looks like Zane is giving him a lecture on manners.
Merchant: He better watch it, Quinn isn't to be... Oh my god!
[Quinn reaches up and grabs Zane's goatee, yanking him down. Quinn then kicks Zane in the crotch and slides out from under him. He hops up to his feet and kicks Zane in the butt. Quinn sprints to the ropes and comes off with a baseball slide kick to Zane's head. The ref dives on Quinn and tackles him to the ground.]
Merchant: Oh man, let them go, Ref!
Clouds: About time they stopped this.
[Zane gets to his feet and starts towards Quinn and the ref. Security comes charging out of the back.]
Clouds: And here comes security.
Merchant: And we have to cut to commercial. We'll keep you posted, fans.
Commercial Break
[OOC - due to the fact I am still missing a match, and I had a bad case of brain freeze the last two matches are going to suffer with my crappy recaps. I would like to apologize to handlers, but in the end I will make up to you guys. Especially the ones in the main event.]
Recap - Kakuma came out and called out his first legend of the night which in fact turned out not to be a legend at all. But in fact was a joke character from Mexico called El Superio. Kakuma made quick work of him and eventually made him submit by Triangle Choke hold in 1:15 time. Next legend to enter the ring was infamous Blue Wolf. Blue Wolf was surely more impressive than El Superio, but in the end Kakuma capitalized on Blue Wolf missing her finisher which allowed him slap on the triangle choke for the second time. Making her tap out 4:34. Lastly the last legend of the night turned out to be Mr. Mediocre... Mr. Mediocre attempted all his typical obnoxious moves but Kakuma was not going to play his fool. In very a stiff faction, Kakuma made short work on him, Knocking Mediocre for a loop with a vicious kick. Allowing Kakuma to pick up the pin fall.
[“Mansize Rooster” by Supergrass plays announcing the arrival to the ring ara of OCW General Manager, Amy Heartbreaker.]
Clouds: Looks like the boss is in the house.
Merchant: My favorite woman on the planet.
[As she struts out in a smart business suit, Heartbreaker receives a mild approval from the crowd no doubt disappointed there is not a little more flesh on show.]
Clouds: And dressed like a woman ready for business, rather like the attire worn by Lemual Jordon’s girlfriend don’t you think?
Merchant: I preferred the hot pants and boob tubes.
Clouds: That doesn’t surprise me with you.
[Heartbreaker enters via the steel steps and takes a microphone from the ring announcer as the music fades.]
Heartbreaker: It’s come to my attention that we have somewhat a conflict of interests right now here in San Antonio, Texas.
[Cheap Pop.]
Heartbreaker: I see we have two men walking around claiming to be the Champion of OCW. Well can I clarify that there is only one recognized Champion in my mind here in OCW and that’s…
[Blasier?]
[Kakuma?]
[Out with it..]
[Heartbreaker smiles, coyly.]
Clouds She has every fan on the edge of their seat here.
Heartbreaker: The OCW Heritage Champion… Ryan Blasier.
[Mixed crowd reaction.]
Merchant: Tripe.
Clouds: She hit the nail on the head.
Heartbreaker: I understand that Kakuma was somewhat special around these parts, back in the old days, but these aren’t the old days, this is OCW 2006 and I run this ship and I’m not having him walk back into the Bunkhouse and expect to be accepted back as our champion when he has done nothing of note in the last year.
Clouds: This lass, has surprised me, she certainly makes a good point.
Heartbreaker: So what we are going to do is settle this issue, once and for all next week. It’ll be Kakuma versus Blasier one on one in a Ladder match.
[Poppity, pop ,pop.]
Heartbreaker: Whichever belt the winner chooses to grab, as both will be suspended from the ceiling, will be the OCW Title belt, the other will be sold to a junk dealer and melted down for scrap.
Merchant: And those things don’t come cheap.
Heartbreaker: And while I’m out here I’d like to wish Evan Jansen & Ryan Blasier the best of luck in Amsterdam.
[The music kicks in and Heartbreaker makes her way up the ramp.]
Merchant: She doesn’t like gray areas that’s for sure, it’ll be Kakuma against Blasier one on one, next week in a Ladder match.
[With Kakuma still in the ring the lights unexpectedly go off.]
Clouds: What else could happen with Kakuma in the ring?
Merchant: You got me. With him you never really know.
[At that point the lights come back on with a familiar OCW athlete wearing a black leather sports jacket, and black t-shirt tucked into his semi-baggy blue jeans in the ring. He removes his Oakley shades from his eyes and places them atop his bald head and the crowd comes alive...]
Merchant: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! THAT'S SAM "THE MAN" HORREY!!!!
Clouds: Kakuma's sworn enemy!!! What's he doing here?!
Merchant: Wasn't he Daishi before he left?
Clouds: I heard about this "change" of his on the internet, but with him apparently back here, what does that mean for the OCW?!
[A mild "Horrey" chant rings throughout the arena , as Sam stands still staring at his longtime rival. You could cut the tension between these two with a knife, as they circled each other. Sam then nodded his head and flashed a charming smile. He left the ring through the ropes, and headed back up the entrance way.]
Clouds: Kakuma, Dai--er I mean, Sam "The Man" Horrey in the ring; and they didn't attack each other?
Merchant: I think Sam just showing up was the statement he wanted to make. Besides I....wait a minute...Missy Lopez has gotten a hold of Sam in the backstage area. Let's go to her now.
[Backstage]
Missy: I'm here with the returning former OCW Stampede and WWA National Champion Sam "The Man" Horrey. You turned a lot of heads with your return here tonight. Why here though Sam, why now?
Sam: Because in order to get what I want, what I deserve, I needed to get back to basics.
Missy: You were known as Daishi when you left, but I guess its safe to say that you returned as the Sam we all first knew.
Sam: Like the years that go by Missy, we all go through seasons in our lifetime. My time as Daishi reflected a season of turbulence, a season of struggle, a thirst for violence, and a passion for vengeance. But balance has returned to my life. And for now, my season as Daishi has passed.
Missy: Still, your first appearance back and your across the ring from Kakuma. Knowing the history between you two, why him?
Sam: Knowing the history between me and the so-called 'Real' OCW Heritage champion, why not Missy? Daddy's home Missy, and some kids need spanking.
[Another charming smile later, and Sam is walking away...]
Missy: Well there you have it guys, the return of Sam "The Man" Horrey. He says Daddy's back, but how will he adjust to an OCW that's vastly different than the one he knew?
[ I struggled with this match for ever and I could ever get it down on paper. so I am just going to recap it.]
[Recap... Main Event... Even though it was billed as lumberjack match. It never really turned out to be lumberjack match, but what in end turned out to be a was massive huge good guys vs bad guys brawl that show went off the air. We got to see the Black Panthers brawling with The jockstraps through out the ring side area. We got to Zane Ozz brawling "The Cadaver Dog" Chris Quinn amongst the fans. And we also got to see 'Private' Sean Riley brawling with La'Kine on the entrance ramp. But inside the ring We finally got to see Eoin momentarily get his hands finally on Watkins and Eoin was quick to show his power and domination, but Watkins used his knowledge of all the outside brawling going to escape the match and arena with Eoin in pursuit to end the show.]