[We see Toussaint Jordan walking down one of the hallways of the Bunkhouse arena as he walks past a small wall of crates. The "Colt" doesn't see Devon Slayton with a sadistic smile on his face coming up behind him with a steel chair raised over his head when suddenly out of nowhere..]

*WHAM!*

[Devon's face is suddenly covered by a steel chair from out of nowhere and he falls down to the ground where his head rebounds off of the chair that Slayton had just dropped, knocking him for a loop as the camera then shows us Toussaint still just walking away, unaware of what just happened. But then the camera pulls back to show us the man in the Insane Clown Posse hoodie from the MA's last promo standing there with a steel chair of his own in his hands and a black mask that covers his entire face save for his mouth and chin with the letters "CTU" in white on it.]

Man: You know, this is the second time I've had to do this since meeting you all of those years ago, Devon. Pray this is the last.

[The man then walks off as the show starts]

[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.]

Victor Mandrake fears 'The Colt'
OCW knows the meaning of Cross-Promotion
Tag Team Wrestling is alive in OCW
I came to see the Ladies

[The show cuts to inside the ring with Tessa Bradley.]

Tessa Bradley: Ladies and gentlemen, he is the WWA World Heavyweight Champion.....Ryan Blasier!

[“My Hero” plays over the arena speakers. Ryan Blasier emerges from the back.]

[The fans serenade Blasier with a chorus of booing loud enough to almost drown out his theme music.]

[Blasier stands at the entrance curtain, dressed to kill in a pair of black dress slacks, a white Polo dress shirt, black dress shoes, and the WWA World title belt draped over his right shoulder. He also sports additional trophies from his match with John Henry in the form of various dark bruises covering his face, as well as a couple of tiny bandages strategically placed on his forehead, and on his chin.]

Clouds: The Champ looks like he's been dragged behind a bus on the freeway. His match with John Henry was certainly one for the ages.

Merchant: And let me be the first to congratulate Blasier on defeating the man that no one, until Summer Games, had been able to pin in a one on one situation.

Clouds: Indeed. Despite the fact I disagree with most of his methods, there's no denying that Ryan Blasier has proven that he's one of, if not the, greatest wrestler in the World Wrestling Alliance today.

[Blasier methodically strolls to the ring, an almost eerie calm on his expression. While the crowd continues to launch verbal abuse in his direction, it doesn't seem to phase him, as if he's in his own little world. He takes the few dozen steps it takes to reach the steel ring steps, then climbs the steps before pausing on the ring apron, just outside the ropes.]

Clouds: There’s something about the look in his eye that frightens me to my core.

Merchant: It’s the look of a winner, Mike. John Henry doesn’t have it, but Ryan Blasier does.

[Blasier removes the World title belt from his shoulder and hoists it high into the air, flash bulbs going off throughout the arena as fans try to capture a frame-worthy shot of the most prestigious title in wrestling. Blasier angrily snatches the belt away from the eyes of the audience, unwilling to allow anyone to own even a photograph replica of his most prized trophy.]

Clouds: Apparently he doesn’t want people taking pictures of that belt.

Merchant: Who can blame him? People will be making money off of him on Ebay.

Clouds: Oh come on now, Tim.

Merchant: No, no, think about it. A picture of Ryan Blasier, alone, has got to fetch upwards of a hundred bones. Add to that the fact he’s holding the WWA World title, and we’re talking thousands.

Clouds: I think you’re becoming delusional.

Merchant: Delusional, or bang on?

Clouds: Ugh!

[Blasier climbs through the top and middle ring ropes, then takes up position in the middle of the ring. He glances at Tessa Bradley and motions for her to give him the microphone. She does so, then makes her way from the ring, to stand at ringside, leaving Ryan Blasier alone in the center of the ring.]

*BLASIER SUCKS!*

*BLASIER SUCKS!*

*BLASIER SUCKS!*

*BLASIER SUCKS!*

*BLASIER SUCKS!*

Clouds: Listen to the crowd. They hate him with a passion.

Merchant: I’d say the feeling is mutual, Mike.

[Blasier shakes his head, a sneer on his face, as he takes his time to scan around the arena at those in attendance who are showing him the hate. He lifts the microphone to his mouth.]

Blasier: Jealousy, it’s such a sad thing to see.

*BOOOOO!!!!!*

Blasier: But why should I be surprised? Everywhere I go people are jealous of me, of what I am.

[He raises the World title for emphasis]

Blasier: I’m the best in my profession, something that each and every one of you will never be. I’m the single greatest wrestler in the World Wrestling Alliance, and I proved that without a shadow of a doubt at Summer Games when I defeated John Henry for the...

[Pause.]

Blasier: ...One...

[Pause.]

Blasier: ...Two...

[Pause, smirk.]

Blasier: ...Three.

[He begins to pace around the ring.]

Blasier: I did what everyone thought was impossible. I defeated the man who nobody could defeat. I bested the man who nobody thought could be bested. In other words, I did the impossible.

[He holds his arms out wide.]

Blasier: But really, should that surprise any of you people? You’ve seen what I’m capable of when each and every week I’ve come out and dominated my matches. I’ve beaten the best Outlaw Championship Wrestling could throw at me, and now I’ve beaten the best the World Wrestling Alliance could throw at me.

[A shrug.]

Blasier: Who’s next for me to defeat? In reality, there’s only one man who could stand a chance against me, and that man is me.

*BOOOO!!!!*

Clouds: Will you listen to him? He’s one arrogant son of a gun.

Merchant: He’s simply speaking the truth. Who can beat him now after he defeated John Henry?

[A feral grin appears on Blasier’s face.]

Blasier: But, no, I suppose there’s another way I can be defeated, and that’s if everyone conspires against me. Just like Ryan Corey did when I faced Dark Wolf, when he allowed that overgrown Neanderthal to wear that illegal titanium knee brace. You see, that’s the only way I can be beaten, is if all of you who are jealous of me conspire against me!

[The crowd is a little taken aback, not quite sure what’s up with Blasier’s new paranoid rant.]

Clouds: What’s he talking about?

Merchant: I’m ... not sure, but I’m sure he’s right.

Clouds: Oh, would you stop kissing up to him? He can’t hear you.

Merchant: You sure about that? After the way he dominated Henry I wouldn’t put anything past him, including walking on water.

[Blasier points toward the back.]

Blasier: So to ensure that I don’t have to worry about being jumped from all sides by individuals who envy who I am, and what I’ve achieved, I decided I’d get myself an insurance policy.

Clouds: An insurance policy? What?

Merchant: Shh! Stop being impatient.

[Strolling out from behind the entrance curtain is OCW’s own crooked policeman, Dave Bergoin. He’s dressed in his cop uniform, and has that perpetual donut stain down the front. He’s also carrying his police baton, twirling it with expertise.]

Clouds: Has Blasier hired Bergoin as his personal bodyguard?

Merchant: If you’ll shut up for a second or two, maybe we’ll find out.

[Bergoin ambles toward the ring, sliding - ungainly - inside the ring to take up position on Blasier’s left side. Blasier looks at him and nods, with Bergoin returning the nod. Blasier turns to face the audience once more, microphone held to his lips.]

Blasier: I figured if there’s one man who hates Ramirez, and who is sick of each and every man in this company as much as I am, it would be Dave Bergoin. Not to mention Dave understands the language of ... green.

[Blasier makes the “money” gesture by rubbing his finger and thumb together. Bergoin nods and smiles, as he smacks the baton into the open palm of his left hand.]

Blasier: But while I have complete faith in Bergoin’s ... how shall we put it ... special skills, I know that he can’t watch my back at all times. So I decided to employ some additional insurance.

[He gestures toward the back once more.]

Clouds: What now?

Merchant: It’s Steve Somers, isn’t it!

Clouds: I hope not. One massive ego is enough to take.

[Making their way to the ring are Nathaniel Black, Patrick Fellows, Dominick Morgan, and Jacob Stormcrow. Each man is dressed in casual attire, ranging from jeans and t-shirt, to khakis and long sleeved sweatshirts. They hit the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and taking up position behind Blasier, with Bergoin standing to the side, and slightly back of Blasier.]

Blasier: These men will watch my back, not because I will pay them un-Godly amounts, but because their goal is to work their way out of obscurity, and make names for themselves. Around me, they’ll achieve that goal. They know that.

[He glances back, receiving nods from the four men, then back toward the crowd.]

Blasier: So to all you jealous sons of bitches in the back, good luck getting to me. You’ll actually have to *earn* a shot at my title. Because my win over John Henry, coupled with my deal with these five men in the ring with me, I’ve made myself simply ...

[Pause, lopsided grin, narrowed eyes.]

Blasier: ... Untouchable.

[Cut to commercial.]

Commercial Break

DeMarco: There's a rookie and a more experienced wrestler, which is a common thing in this alliance.

Benner: The Book Worm is squaring off against WMW's latest signee, Kris Karnage. Karnage is a former boxer turned wrestler with a mean left hook.

DeMarco: Says who?

Benner: I've got a research sheet before me. I dug up some dirt.

[We go inside the ring where Tessa Bradley is ready to announce the competitors.]

Tessa Bradley: This is our opening contest for tonight! Introducing first, hailing from Saint Isidore De Bellevue, Saskatchewan, Canada, this is The BOOOOKKK WWWOOORRRMMM!!!

["Hazy Shade of Winter" by Simon and Garfunkle begins playing. The Book Worm comes walking out and down the aisle in a black singlet with a book under his right arm. He climbs up the steps and steps through the ropes as his music fades out.]

Tessa Bradley: And his opponent making his WWA debut tonight hails from Las Vegas, Nevada. This is KRRRIISSS KAAARRNNAAGGE!!!

[ begins to play as Kris Karnage comes into the aisle way. Karnage is wearing a red silk robe with black lining to the ring. He also has on black shades and is carrying a wine bottle to the ring. His initials, KK, are sewed in a diagonal pattern on the left breast pocket of his robe. The robe's wraparound tie is black and thick. He wears long, black, loose fitting leather pants to the ring. The pockets and a stripe that runs down each pant leg are red. 'Karnage' is spelled out in red letters down his right pant leg. He wears black wrestling boots with red soles.]

Benner: Karnage definitely looks like he's got no butterflies in his stomach tonight. He looks confident.

DeMarco: Being a former boxer, he's already done this before. Why would he be nervous?

[Karnage climbs up the steps and steps through the ropes. He makes the referee hold his bottle of wine and he removes his sunglasses and puts them in his robe pocket. Karnage then removes his robe and hands it to a ringside attendant before snatching the wine bottle back from the referee. He puts the bottle down in the corner before standing upright again as the music fades out.]

DeMarco: That's not a cheap bottle of wine he's got there.

Benner: And what do you know about wine, Mr. Tequila?

DeMarco: Ahh... my mom collects it, dumbass.

[The bell sounds. Book Worm comes to the center of the ring as Karnage slowly walks to him.]

Benner: Karnage obviously has the height and weight advantage here. Karnage is six foot three and two hundred sixty some odd pounds. Book Worm stands in at five six and weights just a little over two hundred.

DeMarco: Gonna be hard to move the bigger man around for the Worm.

[Karnage steps right into Worm's path and looks down at him. He laughs and pie faces Worm down to the mat. The Book Worm quickly gets back up and shoves Karnage, slightly moving the larger man. Karnage looks back at Book Worm and decks him with a right cross. Book Worm hits the mat hard.]

DeMarco: In theory, that will leave a mark.

[Karnage stands over Book Worm and puts a boot down on Worm's chest. The referee counts, but Worm pushes Karnage's foot off him before the three count. Karnage laughs as he picks Book Worm up and holds him in a bear hug. Instead of going for a submission with the bear hug, he runs and drives Book Worm spine first into the corner. Karnage backs up a few steps and charges in with a running clothesline.]

Benner: Karnage's weight advantage is already shining through in the opening minutes of this match.

[Karnage pulls Book Worm out of the corner and hits him with a kidney shot with his left hand. Book Worm drops to his knees. As the referee administer a warning to Karnage, Book Worm hits Karnage with a low blow. The referee did not see it happen as Book Worm gets to his feet while Karnage hits the mat holding his jewels.]

DeMarco: I didn't see that coming.

Benner: Neither did Kris Karnage.

[The Book Worm hits the ropes and drops a leg over the chest of Karnage. He covers the newcomer but only gets a one count before Karnage shoves Worm off of him. As Karnage is climbing back to his feet, Book Worm kicks him in the leg a few times to tighten up the quad muscle up a bit before hitting the ropes and hitting a chops block that puts Karnage back on the mat. Book Worm grabs the left leg of Karnage and stops on it a few times before driving an elbow into the muscle. He locks on a leg scissors to the left leg of Karnage.]

Benner: Do not be fooled by the appearance of the Book Worm. He might not look the part but he is a talented wrestler.

DeMarco: For a librarian.

[Karnage is trying to wiggle his way to the ropes, but is not having an easy time at it. He decided instead to rake the eyes of Book Worm, causing a break in the submission. Karnage gets to the ropes and uses them to pull himself to his feet as Book Worm gets up and turns towards him. Karnage goes to the eyes again with a thumb this time before locking on a side headlock. Worm backs him to the ropes and pushes him off. Karnage hangs onto the hair of Book Worm but instead of going back to the headlock he hits him square in the face with a vicious left hook, flooring the smaller Book Worm.]

Merchant: I think he made The Book Worm cross eyed!

[Karnage pulls Worm up by the hair and throws him back to the mat with a release German Suplex. Karnage plays to the crowd, which is now booing him, before peeling Book Worm off the mat and throwing him back to the mat with a Fallaway Slam.]

Benner: This could be the beginning of the end for the Book Worm tonight.

[He once again drags Book Worm to his feet and locks in a Cobra Clutch. The Book Worm is out on his feet and can't even defend himself as Karnage launches him across the ring with a Cobra Clutch Suplex.]

Benner: That is Karnage's finishing move, the Billion Dollar Dream. He covers Book Worm lazily.

1

2

3!!

[The bell sounds as Karnage climbs to his feet, dusting his shoulder off and gets his arm raised by the referee.]

Tessa Bradley: Your winner is Kris Karnage!

[Karnage walks over to his assigned corner and grabs his bottle of wine. He admires then raises it high in the air as the crowd boos him.]

Benner: That was an impressive debut here tonight by Kris Karnage. I hope the WMW guys in the back were taking notes because he's coming their way soon.

DeMarco: Haha, look at the Book Worm. The referee has to help him to his feet.

[Karnage walks over to the Book Worm and looks him in the eye. He extends his right hand out to shake hands with Book Worm, as a sign of respect. Worm looks at him then extends his hand as well. Karnage quickly hits Book Worm over the head with his wine bottle smashing it into pieces and flooring his competitor once again. He laughs as he leaves the ring and walks to the back, victorious.]

Benner: That was uncalled for. He had already beaten Book Worm and didn't have to break that bottle over his head.

DeMarco: Luckily it was white wine or else the ring canvas would have been stained. That cheap shot cost him nearly one hundred dollars so hopefully he's happy, but let's go to back shall we?

[Show cuts to backstage]

Backstage Segment

[We go backstage outside Amy Heartbreaker's office door. You can hear a man yelling inside, but you cannot make all the words out. There's a few curse words, unfair, retarded and pointless thrown in as well. Suddenly, the door flies open and walking out wearing a pair of black jeans, black sneakers and a black t-shirt is "Blockbuster" CJ Rowell. He sticks his head back into the office to get the last word.]

Rowell: You can't keep me away from that ring tonight! I'll be out there during that match and you can't stop me.

[Rowell slams the door shut and walks away, as the show cuts to commercial break.]

Commercial Break

[The show comes back from commercial break.]

[The opening fast chords of White Zombie's "I'm your boogie man" starts to play when suddenly it's cut out in mid opening and is switched to something else]

Merchant: I think that our DJ thinks that White Zombie might be a little bit too dated for Ricky Nova.

Clouds: Maybe, Tim.

[Suddenly, Josey Scott's voice starts up as the opening of Saliva's "Your Disease" keys up as Ricky Nova comes down to the ring dressed in his normal wrestling gear of a white wife-beater shirt and black cargo pants with his now ever present black leather duster and duster hat on his head as he heads towards the ring to a hail of boos]

In one moment I'm goin all the way 
I make my poetry everyday 
And I'm frozen, comin right on time I froze my mind with that serious rhyme. 
And I'm open comin up inside you know my mind has got a grand design 
and I'm flowin, goin all the way I make my point to be everyday come on.

[Ricky quickly slides into the ring and pulls a wireless microphone out of a pocket in his duster]

Ricky: Alright, cut the music.

[The music abruptly cuts out.]

Clouds: Apparently something is on Ricky's mind.

Merchant: Other than being the only member of the Mechanical Animals that can actually *Wrestle*?

Clouds: Point.

[Before Ricky can speak again, a chant of "Asshole" can be heard throughout the arena at which point the "Insane Maverick Luchadore" removes his hat and with a sad look on his face, nods]

Ricky: It's true, but that's not why I'm here tonight. I'm here to apologize to three men for the actions done by the members of the Mechanical Animals.

Clouds: Wha?!

Merchant: I'll second that, what?!

Ricky: You see, over the last few weeks since arriving here in Outlaw Championship, the Animals have become...well to be utterly honest, shit. We've got Devon Slayton trying to pick a fight with Lemual Jordan, then the shit that went down last week against the Guys Next Door. that wasn't cool either.

Clouds: Amen to that.

[Ricky walks over and places his hat on the nearest turnbuckle post before continuing]

Ricky: So, first I would like to personally apologize to the Guys Next Door in Kawika Arkane and Jackson Blitz. Some of the shit that went down during our match with the way that Jenna kept interfering wasn't cool and I apologize on behalf of my whole team for their actions. If it would be possible, I'd had that win over to you two because you two earned it despite what Devon and I said in our promos.

[Ricky closes his eyes and then takes a breath before he opens them again and looks at the camera]

Ricky: Now we come to you, Mister Jordan. It seems that over the course of the last few weeks you've been targeted by half of the OCW locker room but while I know for a fact that Eric Gibson attacked you based solely on the whole South Carolina/Tennessee feud over who's got the better football team, I can not condone let alone understand the actions of Devon Slayton. Lemual Jordan, I humbly apologize on the behalf of my partner but if you want to kick his teeth in, you can because if he wants to pick a fight with you, then I won't stop him but I will apologize for his actions because they don't represent the MA as a whole. Thank you.

[Ricky moves to collect his hat as a strange clicking noise followed by a rhythm guitar starts up which leads Ricky to get a confused look on his face]

Voice: Life is so strange when it's changin, yes indeed 
Well I've seen the hard times and the pressures been on me 
But I keep on workin like the workin man do 
And I've got my act together, gonna walk all over you

Gimme back my bullets..

Merchant: Look at the expression on Nova's face!

[The camera shows us a shot of Ricky Nova's face as Lynyrd Skynyrd's "Gimme back my bullets" continues to play. He quickly grabs his hat and then heads out of the ringside area through the crowds at a dead run.]

Clouds: Yeah, It looked like Ricky Nova surely didn't like what he heard.

Merchant: Yeah, we are going to have to do some huge research and find out what is going on with all these unknown people showing up, and targeting the mechanical animals.

Clouds: Well, we can't right now because I am getting word something is going on backstage.

[The show cuts backstage.]

Backstage Segment

[Coming into view you witness the General Manager of OCW Heartbreaker receiving a cup of coffee from her female aide. After Heartbreaker takes a sip she goes into a fit.]

Heartbreaker: You stupid little cunt this is too hot! You want me to burn my mouth?!

Aide: Of course not ma'am I'd never...

Heartbreaker; Of course you won't because you'll never be getting me anything again because your fired!!

[As Heartbreaker throws down the coffee cup to the ground clapping is heard from out of nowhere.]

Female Voice: You know she can sue you for that right?

Heartbreaker: What do you care?

[Coming into the camera view is the newest signee to the OCW "The Mistress of Justice" Queen Viper.]

Queen Viper: Because I am here to fight for truth, justice &...

Heartbreaker: :..The American way?

Queen Viper: Something like that. I don't believe we've met but I"m...

Heartbreaker: King X's wife who's here to "go it solo" & play in the upcoming female only division yes I know who you are.

Queen Viper: Good well I just want to make it clear that unless I have too I'd not like to wait til the official start of the division to get into the ring here in the OCW. Be it other women already on the roster like Kali, Natasha Marrow or if I must I'd be open to the men on this roster as I see that little troll that used to go just by The Wizard is here along with the current WWA World Heavyweight Tag Team Champions CJ Rowell & Micheal Lennox.

Heartbreaker: Other then that little AWA Women's belt you held you were never that active in the WWA so are you sure you could handle that?

Queen Viper: Try me.

[Scene fades to a promotional advertisement as Queen Viper twirls around & does her Queen like wave.].

Promotional Advertisement for OCW's Women's Division

Attention ladies
Are you tired of sitting at home when the men are out there, making all the money?
Do you have the sex appeal and passion to be female wrestler?
Come down to the Bunkhouse.
 Try out today, and see if you have what it takes to be...
Next Misty Xiao of OCW!

Cloud: We're back, fans, and we've got a big debut in store next!

[Tyler C. Ward IV, the "Southern Gentleman" and his opponent, "Classic" Scott Adams are already in the ring, the referee checking both men for foreign objects.]

Merchant: Sure, sure, whatever. Scott Adams may have been successful over in Japan, but this is OCW, and the talent's a lot bigger, stronger, and better here!

Cloud: I'd tend to agree with you there, Scott. And there's no slouch across the ring from him!

[The bell rings, and the two men begin circling each other, before locking up.]

Merchant: Collar and elbow tie-up, and you're right. Tyler C. Ward's got a big win under his belt already over Tanner Hill, right here last week. He wants to keep that streak going!

[Ward backs Adams into the corner, and the referee steps in, trying to push the two men apart. Ward takes a step back, then slaps Adams clear across the face! Adams fumes as Ward smirks at him, backing into the center of the ring and calling for another lock-up.]

Cloud: Ward's showing little respect for "Classic" Scott Adams here early on!

[The two lock up again, and Adams puts Ward in a side headlock. Ward backs him up to the ropes, and pushes him off, taking a step forward and dropping to the mat as "Classic" comes back and jumps over him. When Adams comes back again from the ropes, he ducks under a Tyler Ward leapfrog, then comes back into an arm drag by the "Southern Gentleman", who holds onto it into an arm bar.

Cloud: And Ward takes Scott Adams down into an arm bar! Tyler C. Ward is in control, Tim. Doesn't look like he wants to give it up soon, either!

Merchant: Of course not! Would you want to let your opponent beat the heck out of you?

[Adams fights his way up to his feet, before planting a knee in the gut of Tyler Ward, and moving his arm to the position he wants. Adams then flips Ward over in a Japanese arm drag variation! Adams rolls on top, but only gets a one count before Ward gets his shoulder up.]

Merchant: I don't know what he was thinking there! Those were his first offensive moves, he wasn't getting a pin there!

Cloud: Maybe he thought he'd get lucky there, Tim!

[Adams gets up, and pulls Ward up by the hair, setting him up straight before leaping up and hitting a beautiful standing dropkick! Adams jumps onto Ward again, this time turning him over and locking in a side-headlock, wrenching Ward's head as the referee checks for an unlikely submission.]

Merchant: Ward looks to be in little trouble here, he's probably just using it to catch his breath!

Cloud: That looks to be exactly what you thought it was, Tim, he's up!

[Indeed, Tyler Ward has gotten to his feet, and reaches up, raking the eyes of Scott Adams to break the headlock. He then grabs an arm, pulling it around the back of Adams in a hammerlock. After taking a second to jaw at the referee, who reprimanded him for the eye rake, Ward lifts Adams up, and drops him down on his neck and the arm behind his back!]

Cloud: Hammerlock suplex! One of the trademarks of Tyler C. Ward! He makes the cover...no, only a two count!

Merchant: But that was very close to a three, Mike! Tyler Ward can finish you out of anywhere! If he locks in that Total Excellence, it's over for Adams, and he's already setting him up for it!

[Ward has picked Adams back up after the two count, and proceeds to lay a vicious martial arts kick to the shoulder of "Classic" Scott! Then he grabs the arm, and locks in another hammerlock, this time looking to get the cross face in as well! But Adams reverses, moving behind Ward and grabbing his head, taking off and throwing the "Southern Gentleman" to the mat with a running bulldog!]

Cloud: Beautiful reversal there by Adams, but he was really in trouble there!

Merchant: Just like I said, out of nowhere, Ward can lock in that Total Excellence, and it's all over! Adams almost found that out the hard way, Mike!

[Adams drops an elbow on Ward, then picks him back up, setting him up, then hitting a vertical suplex, dropping Tyler Ward back to the mat! He floats over, but only gets two, getting up to argue with the ref.]

Cloud: Adams' temper might be getting the best of him, this could be the break Ward needs!

[Ward makes a quick roll-up from behind, even grabbing the tights, but it's not enough, only getting two! Ward shows his frustration by hitting the mat, but quickly gets back on Adams, setting him up for The Inheritance!]

Merchant: He's looking to set up the end here, Mike, he's running up the turnbuckle!

[But he doesn't finish the hold, as Adams pushes him off, sending Ward tumbling across the ring! The exertion takes a bit out of Adams, who slumps down in the corner for a second, the referee turning to check on him. But Ward takes this opportunity to reach...into the bottom turnbuckle!?]

Cloud: What's Tyler Ward doing over there? Has he got..?

[The camera moves around, and we now see it's a chain, that Ward is wrapping around his fist!]

Merchant: Brilliant! The referee wouldn't check there for a foreign object! Ward's gonna get this by hook or by crook!

[Adams and Ward are back up, and Adams gets the first strike, hitting another knee lift on Ward, and hooking him up for the Northern Lights Bomb! But, out of the referee's line of sight, Ward hits an uppercut right to the face of Adams, knocking him cold! However, Ward keeps his opponent standing, and swings around to his back, where he lifts him up in an Argentine backbreaker...]

Cloud: There it is! Pure Precision! He drilled Adams into the mat, but I think he used that chain to do it!

Merchant: You can't prove anything, Mike! Ward's on top, he's got the three, this match is over!

[Ward springs to his feet, big smirk on his face as referee James Black goes to raise his hand...the one with the chain still wrapped around it! He immediately notices it, then runs over to the ring announcer, Tessa Bradley.]

Bradley: Ladies and gentlemen, I've been informed that the referee has DISQUALIFIED Tyler C. Ward, the Fourth, and has awarded this match to "CLASSIC" SCOTT ADAMS!

Merchant: This is ridiculous! The referee can't prove he used that chain, he didn't see anything!

Cloud: It's his discretion, Tim, and he's using it, reversing this match and giving it to Scott Adams by disqualification!

Merchant: I don't care what the referee thinks, Tyler Ward pinned him! You saw it, and I saw it!

[Ward is still in the ring, arguing with Black, when show cuts backstage.]

[The Sex Symbols have just arrived at the Bunkhouse in San Antonio, Texas. They’ve found their way to the dressing room area and are getting settled in. JD’s sitting in a metal folding chair drinking a bottle of Mountain Dew. He’s also unpacking his things from his rolling suitcase. Sean’s hanging up his jacket in one of the many large oak lockers that’s lined on the wall.]

Sean: “JD, are you ready tonight?”

JD: “Ready, I was born ready! I can’t wait to showcase what talents I have and show them all who the best tag team in WMW has and always will be. The OCW is going to…”

[Just then the owner of the OCW Eric Ramirez walks into the Sex Symbols dressing room.]

Eric: “How are you two? Is there anything I can do to make your stay here in the Bunkhouse better?

[Eric turns to JD who’s looking down at the metal folding chair.]

JD: “Yeah everything has been good, until I came in here and saw this crappy metal chair sitting here. Are you all that broke in Texas?”

Eric: “My dear boy, we aren’t broke here in Texas. As a matter of fact I wanted to send you all out a business proposition.”

[Sean’s head pops up from unbuttoning his shirt.]

Sean: “Proposition? What kind of business proposition?”

[A smile starts to form on Eric’s face.]

Eric: “First off I’d like to send you all a little offer on becoming the newest tag team to enter the doors of OCW?”

JD: “Wait man, I’m a member of the WMW; I’m not really looking for a new fed right now.”

Eric: “Well you two can talk it over and get back to me sometime; there isn’t any pressure on you.”

[Just then the locker room door flies open as the owner of the WMW Anthony Palladino walks in holding a briefcase.]

Anthony: “Hello Eric, would you like to tell me why you’re in my tag team champion’s locker room?”

[With a smug look on his face Eric comments.]

Eric: “I was just wishing them good luck tonight, kind of a friendly gesture.”

Anthony: “I see. Well if you don’t mind I’d like to talk to me champions alone.”

Eric: “It’s not a problem, have a ball.”

Anthony: “Yeah, thanks.”

[Eric leaves the locker room as Anthony sits his briefcase down on a folding chair and opens it. as the show cuts to commercial break.]

Commercial Break

"Right Now" by Korn hits over the P.A. The lights flicker on the stage during the intro of the song. As the song goes out of the intro the lights change to a heavy strobe feel.

MC: He’s not suppose to be here tonight. Simon Kayne was not booked.

TM: I am surprised he would show up after that choke job.

MC: Team OCW gave everything they had at Summer Games.

TM: Until Kayne cost them the match.

MC: Will you shut up.

The stage lights stop flickering and Simon enters the arena to a warm welcome from the crowd. He comes out wearing an OCW shirt and a pair of blue jeans. Simon, who looks like some pissed in his Cheerios, nods to the crowd as he appreciates the reaction.

MC: Talk about a man that looks beaten down. Simon looks dejected.

TM: I would too if I just blew it.

Simon slowly walks down to the ring, still hurting from the match. His somber look says it all. He walks up the steps and climbs into the ring. He walks over to Tessa Bradley to get the ring mic from her. Simon walks to the middle of the center of the ring on the camera side and leans up against the top rope.

MC: Seems like Kayne is going to speak.

TM: Damn your quick.

Kayne: First and for most I would like to apologize to Mr. Ramirez and the entire OCW staff, as well as the boys in the back. More importantly I would like to apologize to Jordan, Zahn and Granger for letting them down. I screwed up what more can I say. I made the mistake and I got pummeled by a 425 pound monster.

Simon runs his hand through his hair and lets out a sigh.

Kayne: I did not come out here to make excuses, I came out here to live up to my mistakes. So as far as my teammates go, if your pissed or got something to say to me, I am right here. I will be in the back for the rest of the show. I am not going anywhere. Personally I am damn proud of how we did at Summer Games. We went up against two of the biggest names in the WWA and proved we could hang with them.

Simon stands straight up, starting to feel more like himself now that he is home. The fans give him a small ovation.

Kayne: But it really is great to be home. I come back and an outsider has a shot at my Stampede title. Bergoin knows that its my belt, you guys know that is my belt, hell the entire state of Texas knows. But as much as I dislike you Bergoin, the fact that you are going up against someone from the "Mountain" makes me have to cheer for you. Just for the simple fact if you let my belt go to someone from the Mountain, if you let an outsider come into our house and beat you, I will make the rest of your time here in the OCW living hell.

OCDUB

OCDUB

OCDUB

The fans chant away as a smirk comes across the face of Kayne.

Kayne: Hear that, those three wonderful letters that mean so much to us. Don’t disappoint. Hell if I would have known I was going to be in town, I would have made sure I was booked. But hey I am here. Bergoin good luck, and keep my belt warm for me.

Kayne goes to toss the mic but is quickly stopped as...

"Control Myself" by LL Cool J blasts over the speakers, Kayne stands in the ring as the crowd all watch the entrance as coming out from the back comes "Every Woman’s Fantasy" Dominic Granger wearing a black trucker cap with OCW on it in red and a black t-shirt with "The Climaxxx is here" on it along with his jeans. He has a mic in his hands as behind him comes Kali wearing her normal white blouse and plaid school skirt with her blonde hair down which gets a few cheers from the crowd. Dominic motions for the music to be cut and puts the mic to his lips..

Dominic: Kayne... Kayne.. Kayne... you come out here on the show.. and basically pour your heart out to the crowd about how bad you feel from losing the match for Team Stampede?..

(Dominic shakes his head smirking under his cap...)

Dominic: If the show wasn't boring enough with me not being on the card. People don't wanna be reminded about how much you stuffed up... I mean it's bad enough you talking about it.. but then saying you should get a shot at the Stampede title as well?.. Come on..

(Crowd begins to boo Dominic who is smirking... awaiting Kayne’s response as he talks to Kali)

Kayne: It's called taking responsibilities for my failures. Maybe you should take a look in the mirror Granger, you look pretty beaten up as well. Hell maybe it is not totally my fault, after all we where a team.

Dominic: Hey, maybe your right... maybe going against a man who is 2 feet and 200 lbs more than me wasn't a good idea. But hell I sure as hell made a impact.. And as you can see... Mandrake made a impact on me as well...

(Dominic lifts up his shirt to show the crowd his bandaged body after being thrown about by mandrake)

Dominic: But I didn't come out here to pick a fight with you Kayne... I came out here to talk about my shot for the Texas Heritage title, something that you couldn't even accomplish.

Kayne: That's funny you say that Granger, because the team WE just got beat by, I held their top belt, what have you done here? As far as what I said about the Stampede Title, everyone here knows I had Bergoin beat until Blasier sent those bums to the ring to help out his buddy. So yeah I deserve a rematch.

(Dominic shakes his head and turns to Kali as they both start walking towards the ring... Dominic still talking on the mic..)

Dominic: The stage top title?... do you think I care about that?. I held the WWA Cruiserweight title.. Twice.. *holds 2 fingers up*.. maybe what Blasier did wasn't right in helping Bergoin win. But hell... beating Bergoin isn't really a victory in my book.. that’s like pinning a Dead Corpse what’s the point?.

(Dominic is now standing by the ring with his arms folded motioning for Kayne to leave the ring...)

Kayne: Wow not one but two cruiserweight belts. (sarcastically claps) Now you are talking about titles that have no meaning. No one cares about cruiserweights, if they did that belt would never have been retired. I did not come out here to have a pissing contest with anyone. Hell all I wanted.....

(Kayne walks over towards Granger, face to face and extends his hand.)

Kayne: Is to let our team know no matter what I was damn proud to go to battle with them.

(Granger reaches out and shakes hands with Kayne with a firm hard grip. Kayne brings the mic up to his mouth and talks in a serious tone.)

Kayne: But I will be damned if I am going to let some punk like you tell me when to leave this ring. Just remember after you lose your shot at the Heritage title and I have the Stamped belt, I will prove to everyone that you are not in the class that I am in.

Granger: You know what Kayne... you've got guts coming out here... I like that. So, when I win the Texas Heritage title at the following PPV and beat Jordan... Brooks and Zahn... I want to offer you a shot at that title.. And give these fans out here a chance to see what they only got a glimpse of at Summer games.

(Kali looks at Granger as to say "Are you sure?" Granger nods.. They release the hand shake and Kayne rolls out of the ring, he walks past Granger as they glare at each other, Kayne making his way to the back as "Right now" by Korn blasts over the PA System. Slapping hands with the fans. Dominic climbs into the ring slowly as does Kali bending over to give the crowd a great look..)

Dominic: Now that’s said and done I can get back to what I REALLY came out here for. And that’s to talk about not only my shot at the Texas heritage title and my opponents Jordan, Brooks and Zahn. But this woman right here.. standing next to me... Entering the very first Woman’s Division in OCW.

(Kali poses for the crowd as they take photos and Dominic looks over at her and smirks..)

Dominic: God knows every man would love to see that woman jumping on top of another...

(Crowd cheers.. Dominic smirking further as he hands the mic over to kali..)

Kali: Thank you Babe.... As you can see in front of you have Every Woman’s Fantasy Dominic Granger... but now you have Kali... and her... Kalipornication!

Merchant: Did she just say what I think she said?

Clouds: I hope so!

Kali: You see, Sex sells... it gets you everywhere in life. And I'm going to be using my dazzling good looks to be the first OCW Woman’s Champion. Ain’t no other woman out there that is as good as me!. I may not know all the moves yet.. but Dominic here is teaching me a thing or two..

(The Crowd roars with a few people wolf whistling... Kali hands the mic back to Dominic..)

Dominic: So, by the time the Pay Per View rolls around.... not only will I be a champion.... but Kali will be on her way to Super stardom!. Jordan.. after seeing your efforts at Summer games I'm impressed to say the least and maybe you can give me and Zahn a run for our money. Brooks... try not to get in the way and lastly... Zahn. Nothing Personal Brother... but... I want that title. Now hit my music!

("Control Myself" by LL Cool J blasts over the PA System as Granger climbs up the turnbuckle and Kali raises her arms as we cut to a commercial..)

Commercial Break

[As we return from break, we find the younger brother of Lemual Jordon, Toussaint Jordan as he exits his locker room and heads to the ring.]

Clouds – And the young track and field star, getting ready to earn some respect for his family name.

[Suddenly Jordan is up ended with a running clothesline to the back of the head by Tanner Hill.]

Merchant - Think again Mike.

[Hill lays the boot to Jordan for a few seconds before; pulling him to his feet and sending him head first in to a stack of folder chairs leaning against a neat by wall. The youngster’s head bounces off the steel with a large crash.]

Clouds - Why is Tanner doing this?

[Hill pulls Jordan back up, and catches him with a stiff knee to the mid section of Jordan. Hill tries for a knee lift on the crouched Jordan, but the youngster moves out of the way and tries to fire back with a punch, but Hill blocks and quickly catches Jordan with a hip toss sending him sprawling down the hall way.]

Merchant - I guess Hill doesn’t like the kid thinking he can be a wrestler.

[Hill mounts Jordan and lays a series of fists in the head of Jordan.]

Clouds – The kid doesn’t stand a chance here, he isn’t even a wrestler.

[Hill pulls Jordan back to his feet, and is quickly surprised with a series of punches by Jordan. Hill gets the upper hand back with a quick poke to the eyes of Jordan. Hill grabs Jordan by a head lock and begins to lead him to the ring.]

Merchant – Tanner just wanted to make sure Toussaint Jordan showed up for their match.

[As the two make the entrance way to the ring side area, and come into full focus of the fans, Jordan surprises Hill with a belly to back suplex, and quickly rises to his feet. Hill rises to his feet and is caught with a series of punches by Jordan.]

Clouds – The younger Jordan sure shows a lot of heart that is for sure.

[The two begin to exchange punches as the two make their way down the entrance way.]

Merchant – Heart won’t get you far in wrestling though, you need skill.

[Jordan fires wide with a left punch, Hill grabs his arm and tries to send him into the ring steps, but Jordan quickly reverses it sending Hill into the ring steps. Jordan slides into the ring.]

Clouds – Toussaint wants to take it into the ring.

[Hill rises to his feet and rolls into the ring, and is caught with a series of stomps by Jordan.]

Merchant – It’s just a matter of time before Toussaint is taken out by the more experienced Tanner Hill, you can quote me on that.

[Jordan pulls Hill to his feet and whips him into a corner, and quickly fires at Hill with punches, kicks and anything else he can think of.]

Clouds – Toussaint letting lose with his speed on Tanner.

[Strutting to the ring, with a devious smirk swaggers the OCW GM, Amy Heartbreaker.]

Clouds – What’s she doing here?

Merchant - No clue

[Jordon the younger’s offence continues as he pummels Hill in the corner with several shots to the kisser.]

Clouds – Does this kid even know the rules?

Merchant – Closed fists, well, he isn’t getting disqualified yet.

[Heartbreaker wears thong style white bikini bottoms and a black shirt that’s barely buttoned up, knee high stiletto black boots complete her attire for the evening, her long blonde locks are arranged in pigtails.]

Clouds – The GM is asking for a microphone.

[Oblivious in the ring Jordon goes for a Snap Suplex, it’s easily blocked however, Hill drives an uppercut into the jaw of his former tag partner’s younger brother, switches to a reverse lock and tosses Jordon across the ring with a German Suplex.]

Merchant – Clever reversal, if obvious by Hill.

[Heartbreaker walks up the ring steps as the two combatants begin to rise.]

Heartbreaker – My boys, my boys, enough now…

[Toussaint & Tanner look over at the scantily clad General Manager of OCW as she steps between the ropes into the ring.]

Heartbreaker – Now you see I don’t want to see [points at Jordon] you get hurt or you [fingers direction switching to Hill] get humiliated by a Track & Field Athlete.

[The crowd calls for ‘the Colt’, Toussaint’s elder brother.]

Heartbreaker – What I am offering you two is this, a chance to become part of the most formidable force in OCW, you two, _BIG_ _STRONG_ men can enhance my Heartbreakers no end.

[Jeers from the crowd.]

Merchant – You know I somehow had an idea this might happen.

Heartbreaker – So what do you say, Toussaint?

[Amy offers her hand, it’s aimed downwards, making sure the 18 year old decathlete knows who’s in charge.]

Clouds – This would tear at the Heartstrings of Lemual Jordon.

Merchant – No doubt about it.

[Suggestively, Heartbreaker motions towards Toussaint Jordon.]

Heartbreaker – I have a wad of cash a week, a chance to prove to your big brother that you are better than him and …[Devious smiles from the GM.].. The fringe benefits are endless.

[First Amy strokes gently the insides of her thighs, then up to her ample breasts, finally she pivots on one heel and gives the younger brother of the Colt a view of her ass in all it’s glory as she leans forwards running fingers through her hair.]

Clouds – That’s an offer no man can refuse.

[Jordon’s mouth is wide open, his tongue tastes canvas. Heartbreaker’s hands wrap around her ankles as she leans further over, looking at Toussaint between her legs.]

Heartbreaker – Is that a yes?

[Toussaint nods. Heartbreaker slowly rises again before twisting on her heel once more. She offers a hand to Toussaint who steps nervously forward.]

Merchant – I can’t believe OCW management are treating Lemual Jordon like this after his gladiatorial effort at Summer Games.

[As Toussaint Jordon approaches the praying mantis, the crowd breaks out into a “Lem- ual, Lem- ual, Lem-ual” chant.]

Clouds – Toussaint’s big brother isn’t here.

[Toussaint’s hand shakes with Heartbreakers.]

[Or rather it slips through her grasp.]

[And he gives her a middle finger full in her face.]

*POOOOOOPPPAGE!*

Clouds – Toussaint just gave Amy the old F U! He doesn’t want any part of Amy Heartbreaker!

[Tanner Hill quickly grabs Toussaint from behind, and nails the Unnecessary Roughness on the younger Jordan.]

Merchant – Oh Hill just dropped Jordan on his head. I bet Jordan wished he wasn’t in the ring now.

Heartbreaker – Ring the bell and start this match!

Clouds – What?

[Bell rings a Heartbreaker exits the ring, and Hill covers the fallen Jordan.]

[1…]

[2…]

[3…]

Clouds – Oh come on, the kid didn’t even stand a chance.

[Hill mounts Jordan and lays into him once more with a series of punches.]

Merchant – Doesn’t matter this match is over, that’s has to be the quickest match in OCW history.

Clouds – Toussaint is busted wide open! There is no need for this.

[The ref pulls Hill off of Jordan.]

Merchant – You don’t think Hill is taking Amy up do ya?

[Tanner Hill rolls out of the ring and begins to walk up the entrance way along side of Amy Heartbreaker, as she smiles on about the carnage.]

Clouds – Has Heartbreaker found another member to her band of misfits?

Merchant – Misfits? They are all top athletes, champions.

Clouds – I can’t believe Tanner Hill has joined the Heartbreakers. Please say it isn’t so?

[Fade to backstage.]

Backstage Segment

[Dressed in a black knee length dress and pink stiletto’s PA to the GM, Grace Barrett is set in front of a VDU screen, short black hair arranged tidily in a parting she is typing away at the keyboard in an office somewhere in the Bunkhouse.]

“So this where you ended up is it young lady?”

[Barrett looks around the flat screen to see her mother, a look of shock grows upon Barrett’s face, she slides the think rimmed spectacles down her nose and glares at the woman who gave her up shortly after she was born.]

Barrett – Mother. What are you doing here?

[Barrett rises to hug her mother, Cynthia Angus, who stands with arms folded, she’s dressed in a long brown skirt that scrapes the tops of her feet on which she wears wedge sandals, top covered in a green vest. Neat bobbed ginger hair, that doesn’t quite reach her shoulders, and the same pale complexion as her daughter.]

Angus – So what are you doing here? And what more importantly were you doing on television kissing another woman.

[Barrett looks sorrowful; she’s never been able to stand up to her domineering mother.]

Angus – Quit that bottom lip quiver you did when you were a child, I want answers.

Barrett – I moved here, got a well paid job and..

[Cut. Off.]

Angus – You chased that Football player here, I mean failed Football player here, you should never show weakness to a man. How do you think your Gran feels about this considering her & my father god rest his soul [chest cross] put you through college, so you could be an accountant.

Barrett – Nan would be happy for me, if I’m happy. I’m sorry I’m such a disappointment to you mother, perhaps you should have brought me up better. Actually perhaps you should have brought me up at all.

[Angus steams, charges out the door of the office.]

[While her mother is in sight, Barrett keeps her façade of resilience up, as soon as the stomp of her mothers footsteps abates, a tear begins to form.]

[The show cuts to commercial break.]

[The show comes back with Tessa Bradley in the ring.]

Bradley: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is an inter-promotional tag team match under standard rules. Introducing first, representing Outlaw Championship Wrestling..

[The lights quickly snap off as several of the fans flick on lighters as a drum and guitar opening starts up as "Come Out and Play" by the Offspring begins to play. Smoke slowly rises from underneath the black curtains on top of the ramp as a set of strobe lights along the entranceway begin to flicker rapidly and change from dark red to blue]

[Jenna Rhodes enters to a hail of boos as she then lets a dark smile cross her face as both members of the Mechanical Animals step out onto the entrance way and they are followed by the self-proclaimed "Memphis Enforcer" in Eric Gibson. Devon spreads his arms out to his sides as he tilts his head back while Ricky raises his arms high over his head in an "X" before the two men start to make their way to the ring, one on each side of Jenna while Eric brings up the rear, keeping an eye out for anyone that might try to jump his charges. Ricky is wearing a black leather trench coat and a black duster hat which he removes both before sliding into the ring with his partner with a wicked grin on his face as a counter point to his partner's cocky grin.]

Bradley: Hailing from Seattle Washington and Yonkers New York respectfully and escorted to the ring by Jenna Rhodes and Eric Gibson...weighing in at a total combined weight of 454 pounds.. They are Devon Slayton and Ricky Nova...The Meeecchhaanniicaall Aanniimaals!!

[The two men climb up to opposite turnbuckles where Devon once again does his signature pose while Ricky simply glares at the crowds while Jenna stands in the ring and looks pleased at her team while Eric keeps an eye out for anyone that would try to jump them.]

DeMarco: Ah, the infamous friends of White Mountain's own Reno Dumont. You know that they showed up for Dumont's debut in WMW and about caused a scene there.

Clouds: Well that's the Mechanical Animals for you.

Bradley: And their opponents representing White Mountain Wrestling, they are the current Summit Tag Team Champions from the Sunset Strip at a total combined weight of four hundred and sixty five pounds...“Luchadorible” J.D. Hart and “The Sexnition” Sean Peters...THE SEX SYMBOLS!!

[“I’m To Sexy” by Right Said Fred starts to play as strobe lights start flickering as the arena goes dark and the music starts to play. The Sex Symbols walk out from behind the curtain wearing black vests and black pants. They start dancing at the top of the ramp way and then strip away the black vests revealing the suspenders that are holding up their pants. They keep on dancing as the music plays. Then they walk down the ramp way stops and poses, holding both arms up and flexing. They then turn around and walk back up the ramp to where they took off the vests and pose some more. They start walking back down the ramp way this time they un-strap the right side of their suspenders and then un-strap the left ones. They walk up the stairs and look around at the fans that are having a mixed reaction to them. They start dancing again after they enter the ring through the ropes. Still dancing they grab their waist band of the pants and tear them away from their body revealing their wrestling attire. They begin to dance again to the music but they are suddenly jumped from behind by both members of the MA which leads the ref to ringing the bell]

DeMarco: Well it seems that the MA's words about showing that this is a place to wrestle and not dance is in effect with Hart and Peters.

Clouds: I still have issues with them but I'm still kind of curious to see what's going through the minds of both men about this match.

DeMarco: Why's that?

Clouds: Well, Slayton is the younger half of the team while Nova is the older. Both men are highly qualified in the lucha libre style of wrestling but the question is-who's got more heart?

[Finally the ref is able to get both teams to have a man in the ring with it being Devon Slayton for the MA and Hart for Sex Symbols. Both men are trading blows in the ring until Hart goes for an arm drag but Slayton quickly counters it into a wrist clutch exploder suplex but somehow Hart manages to land on his feet and then hit a reverse STO onto the man formerly known as the "Begotten Son of the Reaver" who rolls through with the move and into a kneeling position at which point Hart looks very cocky as he takes a couple of steps back and gets an elbow shot to the back of his head from Nova for his trouble]

Clouds: An incredible showing of talents here in the opening moments of this match but in the end, JD Hart's cockiness got the better of him as he walked right into an elbow blow to the back of his head by Ricky Nova.

DeMarco: I think that Hart is trying to show the fact that he and Peters have been teaming for a while now as opposed to the Animals who only started teaming about a year ago.

Clouds: Good point.

[Slayton quickly capitalizes on Hart's momentary distraction as he quickly hits a split-legged handstand which quickly changes into a one handed handstand which Slayton then forces his body to pivot one hundred and eighty degrees into a leg drop with his right foot connecting to Hard's left temple, knocking the Sex Symbol to the mat at which point Slayton goes for a pin attempt but it's quickly lost as Hart's foot goes onto the ropes before the ref can get into position.]

Clouds: The little used Capoeira Leg drop from Slayton which he would normally use on a fallen opponent to take down JD Hart this time around. I'm surprised the kid has that kind of talent but with his ego..

DeMarco: Mike, you really don't like him do you?

Clouds: No, not really.

[Slayton moves into a standing position and then quickly tags in Nova as the two men then lift Hart up into a Double Brainbuster which they hit beautifully. Slayton then leaves the ring as Nova picks up Hart as he then hits a powerbomb on Hart but he adds an elbow drop to add a little extra force to the blow before he grabs Hart by his hair and drags him over to his corner and motions for Peters to make a tag]

Clouds: What the?

[Peters looks skeptical as Nova takes a few steps back and waits for him to enter the ring which Peters does after being tagged in. The two men then stand there for a moment both men staring at the other, studying their opponent]

DeMarco: Alright, this is interesting. We have the heaviest man in the ring in the form of Sean Peters with the most experienced man in the ring in Ricky Nova and they're just...standing there.

[The standing doesn't last long as Peters suddenly explodes into motion as he attempts a lariat but he misses Nova who ducks under it but when the "Sexnition" turns around he gets hit with a kneeling jawbreaker but Nova doesn't let go as he pulls Peters back up and then hits a tornado DDT on Peters but the heavier half of the Sex Symbols goes to stand back up but while Nova gets into position, Jenna Rhodes suddenly grabs onto Peters' feet but he quickly is able to get his foot loose and move just as Nova hits a baseball slide and slams both of his feet right into the face of Jenna Rhodes!]

DeMarco: Wow, talk about you bad timing..

Clouds:....

DeMarco: You okay Mike?

Clouds: I don't think that was mistimed, Frankie.

(As Nova quickly moves to stand up after the move Peters comes up from behind and quickly hits a Vertical Suplex on Nova but keeps the move cinched in as he then proceeds to hit Nova with three more but as Peter's attempts to go for a forth one, Slayton acts like he's going to get into the ring which the ref moves to stop but instead Gibson gets into the ring and spears Peters down to the mat and then quickly rolls out of the ring as Nova starts to gather his thoughts to start heading towards his team's corner)

Clouds: I was waiting for the Animals' fourth man to pull something like that!

DeMarco: It looks like the Mechanical Animals' enforcer is doing his job though.

[Nova acts like he's going to tag in Slayton but he suddenly stumbles at the last moment and then furiously starts to shake his head but this gives Peters grabs Nova and With a tightly locked on Dragon Sleeper, Peters begins to swing Nova around by his neck. He lifts him up shoulder high and drops straight down on his head and neck with a reverse brainbuster]

DeMarco: Peters powers the self proclaimed "Insane Maverick Luchadore'" down to the mat where he goes for a pinfall!

Ref: 1.....2....NO!!!!

[Slayton quickly gets into the ring and stomps on the back of Peters' head but then out of nowhere Hart comes flying across the ring and hits a presidio onto Slayton but Hart's right foot catches the ref on the side of the head, sending him to the outside which enables both Jenna and Gibson to get into the ring and help their boys out against the sex Symbols]

Clouds: The ref is down on the floor and the Sex Symbols are currently outnumbered by this gang of thugs that call themselves a tag team!!

DeMarco: Wait a second Mike...what's up in the ring?

[Ricky manages to get up to the point while Jenna pulls something out of her pants pocket and rears back as Hart turns and sees her but ducks as Rhodes throws something white into the air which then is caught full blast into the eyes of her own tag team member at which point she quickly goes over to check on him as he screams in pain and goes down to his knees while clutching at his eyes]

Clouds: A massive case of bad timing if I've ever seen one! Jenna Rhodes went to throw some kind of powder into the face and eyes of Sean Peters and got her own fellow MA member instead!

DeMarco: I got a bad feeling that may be salt in the eyes of Ricky Nova, Mike but somehow, I don't think this is over quiet yet!

[Jenna goes to check on her fellow MA member but the moment that she touches him, he quickly punches her in the stomach which doubles her over at which point Nova quickly locks in and hits his infamous double under-hook DDT known as the "Luca Brasi DDT" onto Jenna! Meanwhile both Slayton and Gibson are trading blows with Hart stuck in the middle of the two men until finally the two MA members nod at each other as Gibson goes and rebounds off of the ropes while Devon hits a low tackle on Hart at the same time Gibson connects with a Clothesline from Hell on the Sex Symbol. As the various members of both teams roll out to the floor, leaving Slayton in the ring with Peters who quickly catches the younger man and then Peters holds Slayton in a 90 degree Belly-to-Belly body slam. Peters swings him around and delivers a sitting face slam to him. Peters rolls over and puts his knee in the base of the neck of Slayton and locks on a reverse chin lock pulling on Slayton’s neck as Slayton starts to tap which the recovering ref sees and calls for the bell!]

Bradley: YOUR WINNERS AS A RESULT OF SUBMISSION, THE SEX SYMBOLS!!!

Clouds/DeMarco: WHAT THE?!

Clouds: Slayton was not the legal man but in the end, the result is the same as the Sex Symbols have walked away with this victory.

[As the Mechanical Animals attempt to gather their wits after the match, suddenly "Getting away with Murder" by Papa Roach keys up as the lights in the arena cut out suddenly]

Clouds: Looks like Lucy's about to appear!

DeMarco: Could be Mike.

Voice: I drink my drink and I don't even want to 
I think my thoughts when I don't even need to 
I never look back cause I don't even want to 
And I don't need to Because I'm getting away with murder!

[Suddenly the lights in the arena blaze back to life as the masked man from earlier is standing behind Eric Gibson where he hits a kidney shot on the taller man which he follows up with a Inverted DDT and drives him into the mat at which point he ducks under a sudden Super Kick by Slayton and spins the smaller man around and starts punching him hard in the face]

DeMarco: That guy from earlier is back!

Clouds: And it seems that he knows what he's doing in that ring too!

[The masked man finishes up the punches which make Devon go down on one knee before the taller man with a very quick low roundhouse kick which is then followed up by another but suddenly Jenna attempts to charge the masked man when Lucy, not dressed in her usual outfit as of late, but instead in a pair of black jeans with a black tank top and her hair pulled back into a tight tail as she SPEARS Jenna into the mat before quickly rolling into a standing position and looks at her friend who nods at her before the two of them turn back to Devon and Jenna respectfully]

Clouds: It looks like the kiddie gloves are off now, huh Frankie?

DeMarco:....wow

Clouds: I guess we now why no one has heard of Lucy Anders in a couple of years huh?

(Suddenly both Lucy and the Masked Man start hitting stiff roundhouse kicks on their respective targets before knocking them down and out with a stiff kick at which point the masked man then points at the Tessa who hands the masked man the mic which he then brings up and speaks)

Masked Man: Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah, Bah! Let me get this straight, these are the two big dogs of the Mechanical Animals huh? Well, it looks like someone left them to their rightful beating huh...Ricky?

[The camera then shows us Ricky Nova standing on the outside with a look of utter confusion and shock on his face with some of the white substance still on his face from the attempt to help from Jenna]

Masked Man: But since I know that you're going to rant and rave about getting your ass handed to you, you can call me.. Tidus Gannosuke!

[Suddenly the lights in the arena go out again and when they come back on.. Lucy and Gannosuke are gone, leaving Nova to slide back into the ring and check on his three partners in crime]

DeMarco: Okay. that was weird.

Clouds: Yeah, but at least we know that someone has put the Mechanical Animals on notice, Frankie.

DeMarco: That is true, but now I am getting word. We need to go backstage.

[Camera cuts backstage.]

[Segment begins with a UPS truck pulling up to the arena. As the vehicle gets to the front door, the male driver steps out, package in hand, and walks to the entrance. He is immediately met by a security officer.]

Officer: Can I help you?

[The driver looks at the package, then at the officer]

Driver: I have a package for Michael Lennox, and CJ Rowell.

[The officer looks at the package, sees both names, and nods.]

Officer: Both are here tonight, shall I call them up here for you?

[The driver shakes his head no, as he takes a piece of paper out of his pocket. He then opens it and hands the paper to the officer.]

Driver: I received explicit instructions. I'm to have someone escort me to the ring, then once I've arrived, open the box and read what is inside.

Officer: So who sent the package?

[The driver shrugs]

Driver: I have no clue. When the package was brought in, no one thought anything about it.

Officer: (suspicious) Has the package been x-rayed yet?

Driver: Well, I can tell you that there is no bomb in it. All that showed up was a piece of paper.

[The officer shakes the package, but finds that there is nothing rattling inside. Convinced that all is safe, he hands the package back to the driver and motions for him to follow.]

Officer: Well, follow me to the ring.

[The show cuts to commercial break.]

Commercial Break

[The show comes back from commercial. Now, everyone is really confused as both the security officer and the UPS driver enters the ring. A house mic is then handed to the officer.]

Officer: Excuse me everyone, but a package has just arrived for the OCW and WWA tag team champions. So if you're listening in the back Mr. Lennox, and Mr. Rowell...this is for you.

[The driver opens the package, takes out a piece of paper, and begins to read.]

Driver: Why have you ignored us? Is it because we came to you last time in the voice of a woman? Well, if that is the case, then we have corrected that problem. If it was because you were stupid...

[The driver gets a confused look on his face as he continues to read]

Driver: Then, there is no cure for that. However, if this fails to get your attention, then there are other means to get what we want. You are now holding something that we want, just like you are now holding something that we never lost, which should still belong to us.

[The driver looks at the officer, who can merely shrug at all of this, for he is equally confused.]

Driver: So get ready Lennox and Rowell, your time is just about up. The same thing is going to happen to the two of you.

[The driver looks at the other side of the paper, but there is nothing there either. He is about to say something to the officer, but the lights go out. They stay out for several moments, but when the lights finally do come back on, both the officer and the driver are laid out in the ring. The camera gets close to the two men, that is when you notice that the officer has on a Lennox t-shirt and the driver has on a Rowell t-shirt.]

[The scene then shifts back to the stunned announcers.]

Merchant: What in the world was that about?

Clouds: Your guess is as good as mine, but from the looks of it. I say Lennox are Rowell past is sort of haunting them in OCW, nowadays.

Merchant: Yeah it seems so...

Clouds: Maybe we get more word on this situation later, but now it is time to take a look at the special interview that our own, Tommy Chase, conducted with 'Textbook' Tony Brooks.

Merchant: Yeah it surely was one explosive interview, but I will let the footage speak for itself.

Tony Brooks' sit down interview

[The camera opens at an empty OCW arena. The ring is set up, but the place is deserted. In place of the usual screaming fans are empty chairs. Instead of two of OCW’s finest battling it out in the ring, two folding chairs sit quietly in the ring, each occupied. From the zoomed out distance, the identities are unknown. The time at the bottom of the screen reads 1:30 p.m. Across the screen scrolls the following.]

This segment is pre-recorded. The views and opinions expressed by Tony Brooks do not reflect the feelings of the OCW, its staff or its ownership. Edited for time.

[The camera slowly zooms in. In the chair on the left is notable OCW personality, Tommy Chase. Seated to his right is “Textbook” Tony Brooks. Brooks is wearing a Pittsburgh Penguins Jersey with Malkin’s #71 on it. His Champion pants and sneakers complete the look. On cue from the producer, Tommy Chase begins the interview.]

Chase: “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Tommy Chase, and this is OCW. I’m sitting here today with a relative newcomer to OCW. While much about the man remains a mystery, his skills in the ring certainly are no mystery. He has made an impact during his short time in Texas. Today we will try to get some insight into the man behind the moves. Tony, thanks for joining me.”

[Brooks shakes Chase’s hand and nods, but he doesn’t seem overly excited to be here.]

Chase: “I see you’re wearing a Pittsburgh Penguins Jersey. You are originally from Pittsburgh. How did you make the long journey from Pittsburgh to Texas to begin your wrestling career?”

Brooks: “Well Timmy,”

Chase: “It’s Tommy”

Brooks: “Whatever. Anyway, Timmy, it was a case of listening to the wrong people. I had an agent who I have since fired that recommended that I come here. My goal, of course, is to wrestle for the NEWA. It was never my intent to make a career out of this place. If I’d thought I’d be stuck in this hell hole for 5 months, I’d have taken my own life.”

[Chase looks confused, and a little uneasy. He composes himself and continues.]

Chase: “Certainly to have made the impact that you have here, you must have an extensive background and solid training in wrestling.”

Brooks: “Timmy, who are you kidding? To get signed by this half assed promotion, all you need is a heartbeat. My background? Is that what you are asking?”

Chase: “Well, yes.”

Brooks: “I was an all-state athlete, three times in wrestling and twice in football. I went to the Steel City Dojo, where I learned how to make people feel pain in new and creative ways. I was trained to be the best, and I am. Now I just need a place to adequately showcase my skills.”

Chase: You are a self described technical wrestler, but on July 31st, at Stampede, you came to the ring armed with a baseball bat. You knocked out Darius with that bat, actually breaking it over the man's back. How does that fit into your “textbook”?

[Brooks, looking annoyed, replies quickly]

Brooks: “I got it done. Part of my training was the attitude that came from growing up in Pittsburgh. At the dojo, it was find a way to get it done. Whatever it took. I came here, and I forgot that for a while. When the stipulation was anything goes, however, I remembered that motto. I got it done. So it took a bat. Who cares? I moved on, and that’s all that matters.”

Chase: Granger, Zahn and Jordan, a man who defeated you two weeks ago on Stampede also advanced. Your thoughts?

[Brooks, instead of getting upset, this time only smiles. He leans back and nods his head before he speaks.]

Brooks: “Jordan, you were smart to have your boys come and bail your ass out. It’s likely that I would have ripped your arm off otherwise. You showed well for yourself at Summer Games. If it had been you and Kayne as a team, you probably would have won. You both must have been tired from carrying the Heartbreakers all night. They should call themselves the Backbreakers, because piggybacking their sorry asses all night must have been backbreaking work!”

Chase: “The Heartbreakers are one of the top tag teams in OCW history. I think they represented OCW quite well at Summer Games.”

Brooks: “You would. The fact is that they didn’t get the job done. If it wasn’t for Kayne and Jordan, that match would have been over in 60 seconds. They need to watch their step, because I don’t like interference in my matches.”

Chase: “At Summer Games, only the best of the best were on display. Why do you think that the Heartbreakers let OCW down?”

Brooks: “What you call the best of the best, I call the oldest of the old. I was at Summer Games. It was like a who’s who of 8 years ago. All of the old Codgers were on display. It was like an AARP meeting. It was so elite that even the resident senior citizens of OCW, Lennox and Rowell, weren’t there. Either that, or they were plain scared. It wouldn’t surprise me. If it’s not 2 on 1, they usually aren’t interested.”

Chase: “Lennox and Rowell are the OCW tag team champs, and two legends in this industry. In fact, wasn’t it you that helped them become the tag team champs???”

[Brooks looks pissed this time. He glares at Chase.]

Brooks: “What I did, I did for my own reasons. These fans needed to be taught a lesson. I warned them, and they ignored me. And example had to be made. If it meant helping Old and Older win the tag titles, so be it. Don’t think I like them, respect them, or will soon forget them, I have more important things to do right now.”

Chase: “would that include the Ryan Blasier challenge?”

Brooks: “Yes. Ryan Blasier thinks he’s playing puppeteer, dangling us all on a string? Ryan, I got nothing else on my dance card. I’ll do what it takes to be the last man standing. I don’t need to prove myself to you. I prove myself every day. If that’s not good enough for you, then the problem lies with you, my friend. My goal is simple. Get signed by a REAL promotion and get the hell out of here. If I have to take your title to do it, so be it. Don’t doubt me because I’m young. You’ve outsmarted all of the old farts in this company, but I’m something different….something new. If you’re concerned about the future of “your belt”, let me finish off the other 3. Then let’s face off, you and me. If I can’t beat you, I don’t deserve that title, and frankly, my ticket out of here.”

Chase: “So, you are here to get out of here, is that what I am to gather from today’s interview?”

[Brooks leans back, smiles, and then grabs the mic out of Chase’s hand.]

Brooks: “Get the hell out of here. Your services are no longer needed..”

[Chase leaves the scene as Brooks continues.]

Brooks: “I want out of here, plain and simple. I want to go to the NEWA, where I’m paid and appreciated. I will do anything….ANYTHING, to make that happen.”

[Brooks glares into the camera, then fires the mic at Chase, who is still cowering at ringside. The camera goes to snow.]

[But soon is turned back on and manned by Tommy Chase himself from the outside. Forced into the position by none other than Darius Leonidas.]

Brooks: “Well, look who it is. Another member of team “HAS BEEN”. The next time I need to talk to a former world champion, I’ll get Justin Gatlin on the line. This is my time, sunshine. So I suggest you haul your ass out of here before something bad happens to you.

[Darius, bat in hand, draped from head to toe in name-brand casual wear, does a running slide into the ring. Tony anticipating the entrance into the ring catches him with a few boots to the backside before Darius gets to a knee and thrusts the front end of the bat into the midsection of Brooks crouching him over.]

[Darius with a momentary grin on his face lifts the bat over his head and smashes it over the back of Tony’s head sending him lights out to the canvas bleeding. Darius squats over Brooks smacking him in the head playfully with a sly smirk painted over his face.]

Darius: “What happened to whatever it takes Brooks? You couldn’t get it done this time could you Tony? Me? A has been? My movement is international. Global. Yours is just in Texas. You’re right, you probably should’ve found your way to NWA instead of WWA. Maybe in the NWA you’d actually be seen as more than a small fish in an ocean full of hungry sharks.. But that’s the difference between a NWA and a WWA ring Tony. Theirs consists of a pond full of guppy’s, while we remain a sea of Great Whites.”

[Dropping the broken bat on Tony’s back Darius begins backing up toward the ring apron, pointing at the camera Tommy Chase is currently handling.]

Darius: “I don’t want to be all predictable, so I won’t call this a warning. It’s more like advice. Next time you newer OCW ‘superstars’ wish to make impacts, use those peanut sized brains of yours to imagine the consequences you could stir up in the process. This was nothing more than simple payback for one of many parties blatant ignorance, nothing compared to what I‘m known for.”

[On that note Darius pushes Tommy Chase through the ropes to the outside, knocking over the camera as he does so. The only view we have left is Darius feet.]

Darius: “I wont be so gentle and well-mannered if you end up being stupid enough to make the same mistake of meddling in my affairs twice Tony.”

[Stomp to the camera. Static.]

“Ryan Blasier isn’t who you should be concerned with here. He’s nothing more than a sellout. Sellouts aren’t fit to be a top contender in OCW.

I run OCW! Darius Leonidas, and you’ll come to understand this fact one massacre at a time.”

[Stomp. End transmission. to a commercial break.]

Commercial Break

Last Stampede Video Package

[The crowd is jeering like crazy as Domenic Granger and Travis Zahn rush through the audience. They slide into the. Almost simultaneously, they leap up and each man grabs a leg of Joey Average. There is nothing Joey can do but fall down to the mat as each man yanks down on his leg as hard as possible. Granger grabs the contract out of Joey's hand.]

Mike: THIS IS NOT RIGHT! IT'S NOT RIGHT, BY GOD!

Tim: Granger has the contract!

Mike: THIS CAN'T BE ALLOWED! JOEY AVERAGE HAD THIS MATCH WON, DAMN IT!

[Granger, with the speed of a cat, scales the ladder with the contract in hand. He hangs the contract back on its hook. As he comes down to the canvas, Kali leaves the referee alone. He turns around to see the contract still hanging.]

Tim: I just don't know what to say.

Mike: This is a crock of sh*t, Tim. You know it, I know it, all these fans know it.

[Smith looks up to see the contract still hanging. He glances over at Joey. He calls to both Granger and Zahn. With their help, he is able to perch the larger Joey across his shoulder.....]

Mike: FATAL DROP! FATAL DROP! IT'S THE FREAKEN FATAL DROP!

Tim: I am still stunned over what has transpired.

Mike: I.... I.... I.... SH*T!

Tim: That about sums it up.

[Granger and Zahn drag Joey to the ropes. Kali hands each man a pair of handcuffs.]

Mike: What the hell are those for?

Tim: Apparently to cuff Joey to the ropes.

Mike: Why?

[They do indeed handcuff Joey to the middle rope. He is barely conscious at this point. Kali then goes over and grabs a mic, which she hands to Smith. With the mic in hand, Smith begins to scale the ladder.]

Mike: I am embarrassed to be in this business right now.

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[He stops at the fifth rung. He turns to Joey.]

Smith: I want you to look real good, Average. Open his eyes!

[Zahn forces open Joey's right eye while Granger manages to get a slight opening in his swollen left eye.]

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[He stops one rung from the top.]

Smith: And all you idiots also watch as I end the miserable career of your pressure “legend” once and for all!

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[From the top, he whips the mic down at Joey. He reaches up and grabs the contract. This time the referee sees it and calls for the bell.]

[Show switches to the announcer booth]

Mike: Last week as we just saw yet another travesty of justice involving Bryan Smith.

Tim: Something that appears to be becoming a pattern here in the OCW.

Mike: How true you are, Tim. The only thing here is that this time, a man lost his livelihood, was embarrassed and driven away from the sport he loves.

Tim: Smith is no doubt walking around about how this all came together the way it was supposed to, eh?

Mike: He was able to goat Joey Average back into the ring. He had me beat up, he nearly crippled String bean Melly and when it looked like Joey almost had him beat and had his career back, Smith and Heartbreaker screwed him out of that.

Tim: You know, when you lay it out like that, it actually does seem like quite the plan.

Mike: Tim!

Tim: What? It's true.

Mike: Regardless of what you or anybody else thinks, it was pathetic. And it is for that reason that the OCW executive committee has agreed to allow Joey one final night here in the OCW to address his fans.

Tim: Well, this should be interesting.....

[And with that, the crowd erupts into chants of “JOEY! JOEY! JOEY!” as “Little” Joey Average steps out from the back. There is no music, no pyro, no streamers, just Joey and nothing else. He is wearing jeans, a blue flannel shirt and a black leather jacket. He has an OCW ball cap on his head.]

Mike: That's Joey, proudly wearing the OCW colors no matter what the circumstances.

[He stands at the top of the aisle. His eyes wide open, you can see the sadness in his eyes as he looks out into the adoring crowd. He slowly makes his way down towards the ring, not leaving a single outstretched hand untouched. He makes his way around the ring and rolls under the bottom rope. There is another huge ovation as he returns to his feet. He pulls out a mic from his inside pocket. He can't speak, the ovation is too loud. He is clearly moved by it. The fans, noticing this, quiet down so he can speak.]

Joey: Thank you.....

[Big Pop.]

Joey: From the bottom of heart, I want to thank each and every one of you people!

[Huge pop.]

Joey: And thank you, Amy Heartbreaker!

[Confusion.]

Joey: I knew from day one you stacked the deck against me. I mean, my fat ass in a ladder match? Come on. You think I didn't know that at some point I'd have to face the Goof Troop? In my heart of hearts, I knew I didn't stand a chance against these odds but ya know what? You gave me the chance, one last time, to get into this ring and entertain THESE FANS!!!

[He points to the crowd which gets another big ovation.]

Joey: I may have been forced out of the OCW but I will not be forced out my dream. Some time, some place, I will be lucky enough to perform for you people again.... That I promise. My time has not yet go.....

[The lyrics to “Lose Yourself” begin to blare.]

Mike: Damn it, not him! This is Joey's time. He has no business out here.

Tim: Who the hell is going to stop him?

["The Spotlight" Bryan Smith slowly struts to the ring after "Lose Yourself" blasts over the PA. Joey Average neck jolts to the ramp and watches Bryan walk down towards the ring. With microphone in hand he raises it to his mouth.]

The Spotlight: Farewell Joey...

[Bryan grins.]

The Spotlight: You can get the hell out of my ring now, your time is up. You're not on the OCW roster and you never will be, because I beat your ass fair and square in the ladder match.

[He stomps up the stairs.]

The Spotlight: I took all hope of you getting a contract and shoved it down your throat. You're pathetic as I have stated for the longest time, you're nothing, this isnt your house anymore. THIS IS MY HOUSE! THIS IS MY RING, and THIS IS TIME.

[Smith ducks underneath the top rope and walks right up to Joey.]

The Spotlight: Everything I have said I would do, I did it! Everything I said I fucking meant it. Now you can take your ass out of my ring, and get the hell out of this stadium because your time saying goodbye to these damn rednecks in the audience is OVER. YOU HEAR ME? IT IS OVER!

Joey: I will go when I am damn well ready to go!

The Spotlight: You shouldn't be telling me no Joey, you shouldn't dare tell me no.

[Bryan pushes Joey and then slaps him.]

The Spotlight: Yeah, look at your bitch ass tear up. You just do not understand that it is over. I hope you will listen to me now, GET OUT OF MY DAMN RING!

[Joey yells no again and "The Spotlight" smacks Joey yet again.]

The Spotlight: It's over Joey, go the fuck home were you belong. This worthless company and all it’s no good fans are now MINE! MINE! MI.....

[The crowd erupts as Joey spears Smith to the mat and begins to unload on him with rights and lefts.]

Mike: KICK HIS NO GOOD ASS!!!

[Large amount of jeers.]

Amy: I don’t think so, get that piece of garbage our of our ring now.

[The jeers are in the direction of Amy Heartbreaker, who power walks out to the ring with security in toe.]

Amy: I want him out now; do you knuckleheads not understand English?

[No less than six security agents pounce on Joey and pull him up off Smith. They roughhouse him through the ropes and to the floor where they quickly corral him again.]

Amy: Dump him in the car park, the car park where beaten up old rust buckets are parked not where I’ll come across him again.

[The GM’s hired muscle manhandle Joey towards the curtain....]

Voice: SECURITY RELEASE HIM, *NOW*!

[The security guards suddenly let go of Joey to Amy's surprise as well as Joey, Bryan Smith, and everyone else as well!]

Tim: Who's voice was that?!

Mike: Wait, I know that voice...but he's retired!!

{Cue Up: "Land of Confusion" by Disturbed}

<I must have dreamed a thousand dreams> 
<Been haunted by a million screams> 
<But I can hear the marching feet> 
<They're moving...into the street>

[The crowds explode as a six foot five man in a white power suit with a black silk shirt and a blood red tie steps out onto the entrance way and he has a mic clutched firmly in his right hand and what can be called a "Righteously pissed off" look on his face]

Tim: Holy SH**!

Mike: Ladies and gentlemen, that's.. that's.. I don't believe it!

[The man walks up to Amy Heartbreaker who has her hands on her hips and a pissed off look on her own and the two do a stare down but Amy is the first one to flinch as the man raises his mic up to his lips]

Man: You may be the general manager, Miss Heartbreaker. But your little superior shit.. It ends...TONIGHT!

[The crowd lets out one hell of a pop and the man then moves away from Heartbreaker and looks at the ring]

Man: For those who don't know me, my name is Marcus Alexander Slayton and in case you haven't heard yet, I'm the new Outlaw Championship Wrestling Vice President.. Yep, the Reaver is in the front office now!!

Mike: Um Tim, you know that statement you made a couple of minutes ago about who'd stop Smith?

Tim: Yeah...

Mike: I think you have your answer.

[Slayton smirks for a moment as he looks at the "Spotlight" who's standing in the ring]

Marcus: You know, just when I thought I've seen it all in about seventeen years of this profession, some jackass comes out and shows me something new! Smith, word to the wise mate. That's not your ring, this is not your promotion and these are not and I want you to understand me fully when I say *NOT* your fans.. THESE ARE OUTLAW CHAMPIONSHIP WRESTLING'S FANS!!

[Massive face pop]

Marcus: Now in case you're wondering why Joey here isn't being removed it's because he's under contract with OCW as of this very moment!

Tim: WHAT?!

Mike: WHAT?!

[Amy and Bryan's faces both have that look of utter disbelief on them as the "Human Horror Show" smirks once more]

Amy: Excuse me but…

[She gets cut off.]

Marcus: Shut it, whore. Yep, you all heard right. Joey, you'll never have to say goodbye to your people because I was sitting backstage with Ramirez last week and I saw the shit that happened to you sir and I knew what my first official duty as the VP would be.

[Marcus reaches into his suit jacket and pulls out a folded piece of paper which he then hands to Joey who has a look of utter disbelief on his face]

Marcus: Joey, on behalf of the OCW front office I am here by issuing you a full contract with Outlaw Championship Wrestling and I also offer you the heart filled apology on behalf of the front office for the actions of our General Manager last week.

[HUUUUUUUGGGGGGEEEE POP!!!!!!!]

Mike: YES! THERE IS JUSTICE IN THE OCW!

[The crowd is going insane. Joey doesn't need to be told twice. He rushes back into the ring. He slides through the bottom rope. Smith knows where this is going. He quickly bails through the crowd. Joey follows suit and soon, both men disappear.]

[The show cuts to commercial break]

Commercial Break

Tessa: And his opponent. Being accompanied to the ring by Samantha Morrow, he hails from Dallas, Texas. He stands six feet tall and weighs in at 225 lbs., he is NICK JOURNEY!!!

["Time" by Joe Satriani begins to play over the PA system.]

[Different color lights from all ends of the spectrum flash through out the building.]

[As the music gets into full swing, two figures emerge from the back, Samantha Morrow and Nick Journey.]

[Nick Journey stares deep into the ring as Samantha plays up to the crowd.]

[Nick Journey begins his determined march to the ring, and Samantha continues to play up to the crowd with her sexy diva antics.]

[Nick Journey jumps up to the ring apron then quickly springs over the top rope and prepares to fight.]

Mike Clouds: This should be a great match-up between the Silverhawk Winner in Nick Journey against the former Stampede Champion, Bryan Smith.

[The ref calls for the bell....Ding!!! Ding!!!]

[There's the bell as Journey just stands there staring at Smith and talking trash. Smith looks around before he steps forward and responds in kind until Journey walks away and goes for a right hand but Smith blocks and goes for a boot to the midsection. Smith comes away with a side headlock and turns it into a hammerlock before tripping Journey to the mat and walking over his back.]

Tim Merchant: Smith just punked Journey out in that exchange.

Mike Clouds: Smith definitely showing up Journey in the early going.

[Journey gets back to his feet and dusts himself off before knocking down Smith and comes away with a side headlock. Smith quickly shoots Journey into the ropes and goes for a clothesline but Journey ducks under and comes back with a shoulder tackle. Journey hits the ropes again while Smith goes low when Journey hits the ropes again and gets taken over by a hip toss by Smith but Journey lands on his feet. Smith tries to throw Journey but Journey blocks the throw and goes for a right hand but Smith ducks under and hooks Journey into a backslide.]

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Tim Merchant: Much too early for a pinning combo like that.

Mike Clouds: But one hell of an exchange so far.

[Journey quickly gets back to his feet and gets whipped to the ropes by Smith. Smith goes for a back drop but Journey rolls over his back and takes Smith down with a side Russian leg sweep before rolling into a cover.]

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[2...]

[Smith gets the shoulder up while Journey pulls him up to his feet and runs him head first into the top turnbuckle before turning him around and unleashing a vicious knife edge chop to the chest.]

Tim Merchant: I got one word for that...WHOOOOO!!!!!

[Smith slumps back into the corner while Journey pulls him and connects with another chop as the fans are reacting to each shot. Journey sends Smith into the opposite corner with an Irish whip and charges in but Smith walks up the turnbuckles and nails a charging Journey with a stunning lariat to the throat. Journey hits the mat hard while Smith continues to look around ringside. Smith hits the ropes and comes down with an elbow drop and follows up with a cover.]

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[2...]

Mike Clouds: Smith with a near fall on the man formally known as GES.

Tim Merchant: Journey is showing no fear in the ring.

[Journey kicks out while Smith picks him up and looks around with much paranoia before he runs towards the top rope but Journey reverses it and sends Smith into the ropes and catches him in a waist lock before dropping him with a Stun Gun. Smith bounces off into a boot to the midsection before getting taken over with a swinging neck breaker. Journey stomps away at the midsection of Smith before picking him up and slamming him to the mat before climbing up to the top turnbuckle and leaping off with a big elbow drop to the chest of Smith. Journey motions that it's over and goes for the cover and hooks the leg.]

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[2...]

Mike Clouds: NO!!!! Smith got the shoulder up.

[Smith gets his shoulder up while Journey looks in wonderment before picking him up and whipping him into the ropes. Journey goes for a power slam but Smith slips through and turns Journey into an inverted DDT while Journey's skull just bounces off of the mat. Smith tries to shake off the cobwebs while he continues to look around. Smith picks up Journey and grabs a front face lock before taking Journey over with a snap suplex. Smith barely kicks up to his feet and jumps up to the top turnbuckle while the fans get on their feet as they watch Smith fly off with a frog splash and lands on Journey and quickly grabs his knee.]

Tim Merchant: Looks like Smith smashed his knee on the mat when he hit that splash.

[Journey rolls over to his stomach while Smith continues to hold his knee in pain while the ref goes over and asks him if he wants to continue. Journey uses the ropes and pulls himself up to his feet before walking over to Smith and stomps away at the injured knee before placing it on the second rope and dropping all of his weight on the knee as Smith screams out in pain.]

Mike Clouds: Journey is about to pick that knee apart.

Tim Merchant: Well, "The Spotlight" has been nothing short of paranoid since he got back in the ring

[Journey places Smith's leg on the bottom rope. Smith's leg is in some what of a awkward position, as Journey drops the knee right into Smith's leg. Journey looks as if he is going to stand up, but only drops the knee right in to Smith's leg again.]

Mike Clouds: Journey showing us some great scientific wrestling ability, look at how he goes after one body part, and sticks with it, destroying that leg, smashing the leg.

[Journey goes into a grapevine on the leg, causing a lot of pressure on the inner and outer part of the leg. Journey drags Smith away from the ropes and pulls him up to his feet before taking him right back down with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker and follows up with a spinning toe hold. Smith tries to fight the pain while Journey just yanks at the knee a couple of times before going for another spinning toe hold but Smith grabs Journey and hooks him into an inside cradle.]

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[2...]

[Journey just kicks out once again and gets back to stomping away at the knee of Smith before picking him up and whipping him into the far corner. Journey charges in and catches a boot to the face from Smith. Journey shakes it off and charges in again and hits nothing but ring post as Smith floats up and over with a sunset flip.]

[1...]

[2...]

Tim Merchant: Close call but Journey escapes.

[Journey quickly kicks out while Smith pulls himself up by the second ropes and climbs up to the second turnbuckle before flying off with a flying reverse elbow that knocks Journey down to the mat. Smith starts getting up slow and is favoring that knee when he buries a kick to the ribs of Journey. Smith slowly picks up Journey and connects with a thunderous chop to the chest before sending him into the ropes. Smith barely gets up off the ground and goes for a hurricanrana but Journey stops in his tracks and drives Smith down to the mat with a thunderous powerbomb into a pin.]

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[2...]

[Smith just gets the left shoulder up while Journey complains about the count. Journey picks up Smith and whips him into the ropes but Smith reverses the whip and catches Journey in a fireman's carry and nails him with a Samoan drop just as his knee buckled. Both men are laid out on the mat when the ref starts his count.]

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[2...]

[3....]

[4...].

[5...]

Mike Clouds: Gut check time for both guys.

[Journey crawls towards the ropes and slowly gets back to his feet and hits the ropes before driving his knee to Smith's knee and rolling away before coming back and making the cover.]

[1...]

[2...]

[Smith somehow gets the shoulder up as Journey pulls him back up again and grabs the knee before lifting Smith up and then dropping him knee first into the mat as Smith rolls away in pain. Journey pulls Smith up by the arm and goes for a short arm clothesline but Smith ducks under and grabs a waist lock and takes him up and over with a German suplex and accidentally knocks the ref down while Smith tries to hold on for the pin but can't do it.]

Tim Merchant: Oh yeah, time for the good stuff. When the ref is out, "The Spotlight" will play.

[Smith slowly gets back to his feet while Journey grabs the back of his head in pain. Smith gets to his feet and hobbles over to Journey before nailing him with a boot to the midsection before dropping him on his head with a DDT and goes for a cover.]

Mike Clouds: There is still no ref to count.

Tim Merchant: And things are about to get worse.

["Little" Joey Average slowly steps out from the curtain to a crazy reaction. Journey finally kicks out while Smith slowly makes his way back to the ropes while the ref finally gets to his feet. Journey slowly gets to his feet when Smith spots "Little" Joey and waves his arms in disbelief. Joey makes his way down the aisle when Smith backs up into the waiting arms of Journey and gets rolled up for the cover.]

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[3!!!]

[The ref calls for the bell......Ding!!!! Ding!!!!]

[Journey lets go and raises his arms in victory when Average races to ringside while Smith rolls out of the other side and jumps over the barricade. Average slides out of the ring and is in hot pursuit while "The Spotlight" continues to run for his life through the crowd.]

Tim Merchant: This is Bullshit!

Mike Clouds: Just calm down.

Tim Merchant: No damn it, Smith was just screwed out of a match by "Little" Joey Average.

Clouds: I call that poetic justice. Seeing the living hell Smith has been putting 'Little' Joey Average, the last few months.

Tessa: The winner of the match....Nick JOURNEY!!!!!!

[Journey and Samantha Morrow celebrate on the outside area, as they begin to walk to the backstage area. Journey turns, and puts his arm around Samantha Morrow's shoulders, and they begin walking to the back.]

[As the show cuts backstage.]

[The camera slowly fades into a solemn scene. The camera slowly pans around to reveal the location of the interview set. The banner of the OCW hangs in the background when the camera slowly moves around and finds a man standing in pure silence with the lights gleaming off not one but two championship belts. The intensity is raw and unrelenting which means it can be only one man. He has many names.]

{The Machine, The best technical wrestler in the world, The Legend, The Wolverine}

[But he only needs one name to know who he is.]

{Lennox.}

"You know the name."

[Lennox adjusts the belts on his shoulder.]

"You know the reputation and that reputation is based on one main factor. Being the best in this business. And according to these belts, I'm one-half of the best tag team in the world."

[Lennox just as calmly drops the belts to the floor and looks straight ahead.]

"Tonight, it's not about titles. It's about pride. It's about the fact that the student has come into my territory to beat the teacher. You see, Calib, tonight you have to show me just how good you really are."

[Lennox points a single finger towards himself.]

"You are looking at one of the greatest wrestling machine to grace the ring. That's not ego, that's fact and I'm going to the ring and I am going to show you that you are not ready for this. Because, at Summer Games, you and Fury won't have to worry about Rowell and I getting dq'ed. You just better worry about walking out Canada ALIVE!!!!!!!!

[Lennox shoves the camera out of the way and walks away, as the show cuts to commercial break.]

Commercial Break

[Blade stands inside the ring, pacing like a caged animal, facing the entrance area.]

Clouds: Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen. Our next match is between Blade and Michael Lennox, two men who have a professional dislike that’s been brewing for weeks, and one that likely won’t end tonight. These men, along with their tag team partners, Fury and C.J. Rowell, respectively, will be facing each other for the World Wrestling Alliance World Tag Team titles at Summer Games in Winnipeg, Canada.

Merchant: No doubt both Lennox and Blade are going to use tonight’s match as momentum for their epic confrontation at the biggest stage the WWA has to offer. The question is whether either man will be in tip top shape after tonight’s confrontation.

Clouds: I guess we’re about to find out, as Blade stands in the ring, impatiently awaiting Lennox’s arrival.

[Almost as if on cue, “Ghost” by 2Pac and slowly combines with “Back In Black” by AC/DC. An ovation of cheers and boos rises from the crowd as a man who needs no introduction to fans of the World Wrestling Alliance emerges from the curtain.]

Tessa Bradley: Ladies and gentlemen, making his way to the ring at this time, from New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing in at 245 lbs..... “The Extreme Wolverine” Michael Lennox!

[Lennox calmly walks out and looks to the crowd before he stares at the ring. His long black/blue hair is tied in a loose ponytail to show the black/white face paint over his face while he walks out in a black long sleeve t-shirt and black jeans with Wolverine written in red lettering down his right leg. His WWA and OCW Tag Team Titles hanging over his shoulder while holding a chainsaw is in his right hand. He's wearing black boots and has his fists taped for a fight.]

Clouds: Lennox looks all business.

Merchant: I can’t wait to see these two tear into one another.

[Lennox hits the ring at a run, dropping both belts and the chainsaw to the ground as he slides under the bottom ropes, and is up to his feet in one fluid motion. Blade is on par with Lennox, ready for what’s coming. Both men come together and start trading right hand punches, neither man backing down an inch as they go toe to toe, much to the delight of the crowd.]

Clouds: And we’re under way, as both men just start brawling.

Merchant: Something tells me this match will resemble a war more than an actual match.

[Blade gets the upper hand, one of his rights staggering Lennox a bit. It gives him the opportunity to grab hold of Lennox’s arm and whip him toward the ropes. Lennox bounces off the ropes and is met with a back body drop by Blade, sending Lennox high in the air, then landing hard on his back.]

Clouds: Nice move by Blade. He caught Lennox with a right hand to the jaw that staggered the ring veteran, allowing him to get the early advantage.

Merchant: Let’s see how short lived that is, though.

[The crowd starts booing as C.J. Rowell starts walking down the aisle. He is still in the black jeans, sneakers and t-shirt. He swaggers down to the ring with both Tag Team titles slung over each shoulder. He smiles at Blade and waves as Blade motions for him to leave ringside.]

Clouds: He's not supposed to be out here but after his message he left to our GM, he's out here.

Merchant: No respect for authority.

[The referee slides out of the ring and stops Rowell in the aisle way. He points to the locker room and tells him to leave. Several referees and security members come down the aisle quickly to help escort the man to the locker room. The referee for the match goes back into the ring as the other referees and security members practically drag Rowell to the locker room.]

Clouds: Good, now we can have a fair fight. I’m disappointed in Rowell. Maybe he doesn’t have the confidence in his partner to get the job done.

Merchant: Or maybe they realize this match result doesn’t matter, and that softening up Blade for Summer Games is more important.

Clouds: Regardless, Rowell has been sent to the back, and Blade continues to be in control of the match.

[Blade is quickly on Lennox, grabbing hold of his arm and whipping him to the ropes again, this time nailing him with a dropkick as Lennox rebounds off the ropes. Blade then follows up with a running shoulder block, as Lennox gets to his feet.]

Clouds: Smart move by Blade, not giving Lennox much time to think.

Merchant: He’ll have to keep hitting Lennox with everything he’s got if he wants to put away the former World champion.

[Lennox staggers against the ropes. Blade opens Lennox’s arms out, then lays into Lennox, nailing him with a succession of backhand knife edge chops that elicit a loud smacking sound each time his hand connects with Lennox’s chest. Blade then lands a couple of solid right hands, then pulls Lennox away from the ropes. He nails Lennox with a knee to the mid section, then hooks his arm around Lennox’s neck. Blade hoists Lennox into the air, vertically suspended upside down, then crashes to the mat.]

Clouds: Vertical suplex by Blade.

Merchant: Lennox is clutching his back.

[Blade is quick to pounce, placing Lennox in a side headlock. Lennox struggles to break the hold, as both men grapple on the mat. Both men slowly start to get to their feet, with Blade still holding Lennox in a side headlock. Lennox then wraps his arms around Blade’s waist, then lifts him up and drops him to the mat with a belly to back suplex.]

Clouds: Nice counter by Lennox.

Merchant: That’s one way to get Blade to release his hold.

[Lennox rolls over onto Blade and grabs his head. He starts raining down right hands onto Blade’s forehead, until the referee makes him stop at the count of four and a half. Lennox glares at the referee, causing the ref to take an involuntary step back, then Lennox gets to his feet and drags Blade up with him. Lennox whips Blade to the ropes and nails him with a spinebuster slam as Blade bounces off the ropes.]

Clouds: Looks like the former World champ has found his rhythm.

Merchant: That’s bad news for Blade.

[Lennox lifts Blade to his feet, staggering him with two back hand knife edge chops, then follows up by hooking him up and nailing Blade with a belly to belly suplex. Lennox slowly crawls his way over to Blade, like an animal making its way to its wounded prey.]

Clouds: Lennox goes for the early cover.

ONE.....

TWO.....

Clouds: Kick out by Blade!

[Lennox shakes his head, glaring again at the referee.]

Merchant: I think it’s too early to go for a pin on an athlete the caliber of Blade.

[Lennox hauls Blade to his feet and whips him to the corner turnbuckle. With Blade cornered and no where to go, Lennox nails him with a knee to the mid section, then straightens him out, and nails him with a solid left to the forehead. He grabs Blade’s head and smashes it forehead first onto the top turnbuckle, once, twice, and a third time.]

Clouds: Lennox is taking it to Blade now.

Merchant: It looks like the master still has some lessons to teach the student.

[With Blade stunned, Lennox hooks him up and hoists him into the air, nailing Blade with a crucifix knee bar. He follows it right up by dragging Blade near the turnbuckle, then sliding under the bottom rope to the outside.]

Clouds: What’s Lennox got planned for Blade?

Merchant: I don’t know, but I don’t envy him in the least.

[Lennox places Blade’s legs on both sides of the ring post, then places Blade in a modified figure four leg lock, using the ring post to add further damage to the hold.]

Clouds: Lennox has Blade in a ring post figure four leg lock!

Merchant: Like the old adage goes, if they can’t walk, they can’t move.

Clouds: I’ve never heard that adage before.

Merchant: Well maybe I got it wrong, but you get the gist of it.

[Blade howls out in agony as Lennox leans back even farther. Blade’s torment finally ends as the referee instructs Lennox to release the hold or suffer the consequences of a disqualification. Lennox breaks the hold, but decides to inflict one last bit of pain on Blade by grabbing his leg and slamming the injured knee against the ring post, before sliding back inside the ring.]

Clouds: It’s obvious Lennox is looking toward their match at Summer Games, and hopes to soften Blade up considerably.

Merchant: Smarts. Lennox has them. That’s why he’s a former multiple time World champ, and a current World Tag Team champ.

[Lennox stands over Blade with a eerie smile on his face, as if he’s enjoying the sight of another human being’s torture. He viciously begins to stomp away on Blade’s leg, as Blade tries to crawl away but has nowhere to go. Lennox grabs Blade’s leg and spreads it out wide, then drops an elbow onto the knee area.]

Clouds: I’m not sure how much more of this Blade’s leg will be able to take.

Merchant: No kidding. If this continues he might not even make it to Summer Games.

[Blade tries to drag himself to the ropes, Lennox crawling along after him on his knees. As Blade reaches the ropes, he begins to use the ropes as leverage to lift himself to his feet, using the ropes to take his weight off his leg. Lennox allows him to stand, taking pleasure in watching Blade struggle to his feet. Lennox’s reprieve is short lived, however, as he kicks Blade in the leg with a vicious boot, the ropes being the only thing keeping Blade from falling back down to the mat.]

Clouds: Lennox continues to work away on that injured leg.

Merchant: Blade better come up with a new game plan ... any game plan ... if he wants to walk away from this match, pardon the pun.

[Lennox grabs hold of Blade and attempts to whip him across the ring. But Blade holds onto the rope tight, and out of desperation, lunges a shoulder at Lennox, catching him square in the jaw. It stagger Lennox, who turns back to Blade and is met by a second shoulder, this one staggering Lennox enough to send him to one knee. As he turns to face Blade once more, Blade summons whatever strength he has left in his injured leg, and launches himself at Lennox, nailing him with a running clothesline, before dropping to the mat, himself.]

Clouds: Blade’s fighting out of desperation now.

Merchant: Actually, I’d say he’s fighting out of survival.

[Blade stumbles to his feet, and executes a standing dropkick on Lennox, as Lennox gets to his feet. Blade follows it up by gingerly walking toward Lennox, then as Lennox gets to a kneeling position, Blade drops a double axe handle smash to Lennox’s back, sending him back down to the mat.]

Clouds: Blade can barely put any weight on his injured leg, but he’s fighting back now.

Merchant: How effective can he be, though, on one leg?

[In answer, whether due to adrenaline, or sheer force of will, as Lennox gets to his feet, Blade, who was waiting patiently, affording himself a breather, hooks Lennox up and executes a belly to belly suplex. He follows it up by lifting Lennox to his feet, then a whip to the ropes. Lennox rebounds off the ropes and is met with a swinging neck breaker from Blade.]

Clouds: Blade goes for the cover.

ONE.....

TWO.....

Clouds: Kick out by Lennox!

[Blade immediately locks his arms around Lennox and places him in a cross face chicken wing. Lennox pounds the mat, out of pain rather than out of submission. The referee checks on Lennox, but Lennox is screaming “No!” when he’s asked if he submits.]

Clouds: This is a good strategy by Blade. It keeps the match on the ground, and allows himself a chance to take his weight off his leg.

Merchant: Indeed. Although one has to wonder how long he can keep the match on the mat. Lennox isn’t known to give up, so Blade might have to find success in another way.

[After locking Lennox in the hold for a few more moments, Blade releases the hold and drags Lennox to his feet. He nails Lennox with a nicely executed Russian leg sweep, then follows it up with an elbow drop to the chest area. Blade lifts Lennox to his feet, then whips him to the ropes, following in after him and nails Lennox with a clothesline that sends Lennox over the top rope and to the arena floor. Blade follows him, sliding under the bottom rope onto the outside of the ring.]

Clouds: It looks like Blade’s taking this fight to the outside.

Merchant: I’m not sure how smart that is against someone like Lennox.

[Lennox, out of desperation, kicks Blade in the mid section, then attempts a suplex onto the concrete, but Blade blocks it and executes a suplex of his own, causing Lennox to crash hard onto the thinly padded arena floor.]

Clouds: Nice block and reversal by Blade.

Merchant: He’s certainly holding his own against Lennox, but I wouldn’t push my luck on the outside if I were him.

[Blade lands two solid forearm smashes to the back of Lennox, then Blade Irish whips Lennox into the guard rail at full force. He nails Lennox with a vicious chop before rolling him back into the ring. As Blade is trying to slide into the ring, he trips up on a cable running along the floor.]

Merchant: Blade eats the apron there. I guess he got caught on our cable wires for the cameras or something.

[Blade climbs into the ring and gets to his feet slightly ahead of Lennox. He boots Lennox in the stomach to double him over then hits the ropes. He tries for a running knee lift, but his left boot falls off his foot and trips him up. Lennox quickly catches Blade and hits him with an uranage slam.]

Clouds: This isn’t Blade’s day.

Merchant: It’s like a comedy of errors. Did a black cat walk past Blade before his match or something?

Clouds: I don’t know, but whatever the cause he’s lost whatever momentum he had.

[Lennox takes advantage of the situation, lifting Blade to his feet, a boot to the stomach, then sending him back to the mat with a nicely executed Evenflow DDT. He follows up by dropping an elbow onto Blade’s head, then follows that up by putting Blade in a STF.]

Clouds: Step over toehold face lock by Lennox.

Merchant: He’s worn Blade down quite well. Could this be it for the AWA star?

[Lennox releases the hold. He lifts Blade to a standing position, then lifts Blade into the air, dropping him hard with a knee breaker. He then grabs hold of Blade’s injured knee and cinches in a standing figure four leg lock, causing Blade to howl.]

Clouds: Lennox is an animal, and animals go in for the kill when they smell blood. That’s what he seems to be doing with Blade’s injured leg.

Merchant: Frankly, I’m surprised Blade hasn’t given up already. The guy’s got guts. I’ll give him that.

[Howling in agony, Blade tries with all his might to drag himself to the ropes, so that the referee will force Lennox to break the hold. He gets to within a foot of the ropes, then half a foot, then only a hand span away...]

Clouds: He’s almost there!

[...Lennox, stumbling along in a standing position, drops to the mat, turning the figure four from a standing one, to a more common, and possibly harder to break, mat based figure four.]

Merchant: Nice thinking by Lennox.

[But Blade won’t be denied. He starts clawing and dragging himself toward the ropes again, Lennox fighting furiously to keep Blade from touching the ropes. With one last lunge, Blade is able to grab onto the bottom rope, causing the referee to demand Lennox break the hold. Naturally Lennox waits until the very last moment before complying.]

Clouds: Lennox almost got himself disqualified there.

Merchant: “Almost” being the key word.

[Lennox takes a brief breather, sensing that Blade is no threat in the immediate future. Blade, for his part, clutches the bottom rope as if it were a live saving device and if he let go he would drown. Lennox finally begins to stalk his way over to Blade, and stands over him. He begins to reach down for Blade, but Blade fires off a boot to Lennox’s knee with his good leg, then a second boot, sending Lennox to the mat.]

Clouds: Blade with a couple of solid kicks to Lennox’s leg.

Merchant: Maybe he’s taking a page out of Lennox’s book, going to work on the leg area.

[Lennox begins to rise, but so too does Blade. Once more, Blade uses the ropes for leverage, climbing to a standing position one rung at a time. When he’s finally to his feet, Blade ducks under a punch attempt by Lennox, then pivots around him, wraps his arms around Lennox’s waist, and executes a belly to back suplex on the “Wolverine”.]

Clouds: Nice move by Blade. He’s still got some fight left in him.

[Both men slowly get to their feet, with Lennox getting up a fraction before Blade. But as before, Lennox’s attempt at a round house right misses the mark, allowing Blade to hook Lennox up and execute a side slam. Blade gets to his feet and makes his way toward the corner turnbuckle, with Lennox laying prone on the mat.]

Clouds: Blade is going to the top rope.

Merchant: This is a risky decision by Blade. He’s already in a tough position with his injured leg.

[As Blade slowly, gingerly scales the turnbuckle, perching himself at the top rope, one of the camera men, wearing an OCW hooded sweatshirt, moves nearer the ring apron for a close up shot of Blade.]

Clouds: Blade’s positioning himself for what appears to be a frog splash.

Merchant: Hey, is that the new camera guy? Phil, or something?

Clouds: I’m not sure, but he’s getting a bit too close to Blade. Blade’s already tripped earlier on the camera cable.

[As Blade is about to take flight, the camera man hoists the camera up off his shoulder, and smashes it with authority into Blade’s already injured leg, causing Blade to spill off the top rope and come crashing hard onto the mat.]

Clouds: What the hell was that? That camera man just took out Blade!

Merchant: That's not a camera man.

[The camera man removes his hood and reveals himself to be C.J. Rowell.]

Clouds: It’s C.J. Rowell! Damn him, he was banned from ringside!

[Rowell laughs, grabbing a chair from ringside and throwing it into the ring, then slithers in behind Blade. As he is getting to his feet, Rowell is already there and has the chair in hand. He smashes it over the head of Blade as the crowd jeers wildly. Even debris has been thrown into the ring and ricochets off the Tag Team Champion's back.]

Clouds: Rowell is taking it to Blade here, beating him with the chair.

Merchant: Wait, Mike, here comes Fury from the back.

[Fury runs down the aisle, but is speared through the guardrail by Michael Lennox, who had slid out of the ring during Rowell’s attack on Blade, and was hiding behind the stairs, sending both men into the first and second row of the audience.]

Clouds: There's nobody left to help Blade now.

[Rowell grabs the chair and wraps it over the head of Blade. Reaching into his sweatshirt, Rowell removes his black baseball bat. He holds it up in the air before bringing it down across the chair covering the head and face of Blade.]

Merchant: Jesus, Mike. I think he killed Blade.

[Rowell drops the bat next to Blade and rolls out of the ring as the trash from the crowd hits him. He walks over and helps Lennox to his feet and points out the body of Blade laid out in the ring. Together the OCW and WWA Tag Team Champions leave ringside very pleased and proud of themselves.]

Clouds: This is utter carnage. Both Blade and Fury are laid out, and the champs are smiling like they’d just won the lottery.

Merchant: I guess it’s clear from the destruction in the ring who won the battle.

Clouds: True, but we’ll have to wait until Summer Games to see who wins the war.

Merchant: Yeah, we sure will have to wait, but we won't have to wait to go backstage. Because that is what we are doing right now...

Backstage Segment

[Backstage in his own locker room is WMW's Ryan Storm. Currently, Storm is wearing blue jeans, a white t-shirt, and navy Puma sneakers. He is sitting down on the bench as he looks down at his gear bag. Pacing back and forth before him and his bag is his girlfriend Amy Sparks. She is wearing a black blouse, black pants and black sandals. She has her long, red hair tied back in a ponytail. Her hair sways back and forth as she steps with each foot.]

Amy: Ryan, I don't want you to be upset about me being down here.

[Storm looks up with a "Do we have to talk about this again?" look on his face.]

Storm: I told you its fine, babe. I know you know what you're doing.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

[Amy looks at Ryan before walking over and opening the locker room door. Walking into the room is OCW President Eric Ramirez. He smiles and shakes hands with Amy before walking over to Storm. Storm stands up and puts both his hands in his jean pockets.]

Ramirez: Welcome back to San Antonio, Mr. Storm. How was your flight?

[Storm shrugs his shoulders. "Why would he care anyway?" was the thought going through Storm's head.]

Ramirez: I wanted to talk to you two for a minute if I could.

Amy: Okay.

[Amy walks over and stands next to Storm so Ramirez could talk to both of them in a direct view.]

Ramirez: I'm very happy to have a woman like Amy in our debuting women's division. I know how much it might upset you to be so far from your girlfriend, Ryan.

Storm: It might take some getting used to.

[Ramirez points towards the door.]

Ramirez: That roster out there doesn't care about your girlfriend, Ryan. She's just another talent to them. I can only protect her so much with her contract. So I did some research...

[Storm chimed in at this point.]

Storm: What kind of research?

Ramirez: I looked into your current contract with WMW. It appears to be running out on September third at eleven fifty-nine PM. Now, I was thinking that since you've got quite a few things peaking your interest here in San Antonio that maybe you'd considering signing with us after your current contract expires.

Storm: Well I'm not quite su...

[Ramirez interrupts the Merrimack River Champion.]

Ramirez: I can definitely make it worth your while, Ryan. I'm not even talking about the money here, man. First off, you get to be here in Texas with Amy. Also, I know there's one guy on our roster here you're dying to get your hands on. The former GES, Nick Journey, I know you still want a piece of him. If you decide to sign with us, I'll grant that match with or without Nick's consent. I have that power.

[Storm looked down at Amy's face, which looked more thrilled to hear the offer than not. He looked back to Ramirez and sighed.]

Storm: Give me until the third to give you an answer. I shall give you my answer at Summer Games.

[Ramirez claps his hands together.]

Ramirez: Sounds good, Ryan. Best of luck tonight and good luck at Summer Games.

Storm: Thanks Eric.

[Ramirez sees himself out of the locker room. Amy turns and looks Storm in the eyes.]

Amy: What are you going to do?

[Storm ran his hands over his shaved head.]

Storm: I don't know, but I've got to get dressed. Darling, I've got to go grab a coffee. Can you lay my gear out for me?

[Amy walks over and grabs the bag. She lays the bag out over the bench and smiles back at her boyfriend.]

Amy: Sure thing champ.

[Storm smiles at the love of his life and leaves the locker room. Amy unzips the bag and does not see anything navy in the bag. No Tormenta mask, no navy trunks and no navy boots. Inside the bag is a pair of black biker trunks with "STORM" spelled in purple on the back, black and purple boots and matching knee and elbow pads.]

Amy: Uh-oh...

[Cut to commercial break.]

Commercial Break

Clouds - Well after the last action the crowd are certainly pumped here in the Bunkhouse, our friends from WMW are certainly doing the New Hampshire region proud.

Merchant - Yes they are, but I'm confident that right now we'll see OCW come out on top, the Bunkhouse's favorite traffic cop is about to defend his Stampede title against WMW's Jared Kicklighter.

Clouds - And if Kicklighter wins it will be interesting to see what happens. Will the Stampede title be heading to North-East?

Merchant - Let's hope not I'm sure that would be a hammer blow to Amy Heartbreaker, she would have to liaise with WMW's management, I'm not sure if Kicklighter has an open or exclusive contract. If exclusive who knows OCW's Stampede Title could never return to the Bunkhouse.

Clouds - The logistics will have to be figured out if that happens, one thing is certain the Stampede Champion will have the Bunkhouse behind him and he'll need it Jared Kicklighter's short career has been stop/start but he's yet to be bested. Additionally I have to hand over the microphone to Michael Benner, he's partnering you for this match after I had the pleasure of calling the last inter- promotional match with Frankie DeMarco.

Merchant - Umm, OK.

Tessa Bradley - Ladies & gentlemen our next match is a Stampede Title match and is scheduled for one fall, introducing first the challenger. Representing White Mountain Wrestling weighing in at 212 lbs and hailing from Brattleboro, Vermont… JAAAHHHREDD KIICKKLIGHHHTTTTAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

[Stepping out to a rousing reception of jeers as "This Fire " by Franz Ferdinand begins to play, WMW's Jared Kicklighter begins to make his way to the ring. Wearing only a pair of black leather trousers and black boots he strides to the ring ignoring the baiting fans.]

Benner - Evening Mr. Merchant

Merchant - Yow.

Benner - Kicklighter's not done a whole heap wrong; it's just the San Antonio natives don't wish to see their Stampede Title disappear.

[Kicklighter walks up the steps, confidently steps between middle & top rope as his music begins to fade out he tests the ropes elasticity with a tug and stretches his ligaments one last time.]

Merchant - Well he certainly looks focused not letting the fans affect him.

Benner - He's not got a great following in WMW either, his stop/start injury affected career has meant he's been lost in the shuffle somewhat.

Tessa Bradley - And the Outlaw Championship Wrestling Stampede Champion, weighing in at 236 lbs hailing from Pahrump, Nevada “TEFLON” DAAAAVVVVEEEEE BEEEERRRRRGGGGOOOOIIIIINNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!

[As Supergrass's 'Caught by the Fuzz' erupts through the announce system in the Bunkhouse, the fans rise to their feet as one to welcome the Stampede Champion out, with the Stampede title over one shoulder, Bergoin heads ring-wards. He wears an old soiled Sky Blue Nevada state traffic cop's uniform and black boots.]

Merchant - Bergoin's put himself on a diet, he's certainly looking a trimmer individual than the man whose old SSW contract was offered to Eric Ramirez to settle a one dollar bet with Jason Mezzanote.

Benner - He wasn't primed for this business?

[Having reached the ring, Bergoin rolls under the bottom rope rises to his feet and holds the Stampede title belt in one hand high in the air.]

Merchant - No but the 'Tough Love' approach of Eric Ramirez & Amy Heartbreaker have turned Bergoin around, he never had a wrestling career, now he has.

Benner - From what I've been able to gather, from afar, the fans here at the Bunkhouse and that Belt have played a major part in that.

[Bergoin hands the title belt to the referee who gives it to Tessa Bradley as she exits the ring; it's passed to several ringside officials.]

Merchant - Looks like were about to get underway here, Stampede Title Belt on the line.

[A Ding, Ding of the bell starts proceedings, the referee ushers Bergoin and Kicklighter to square up. They circle slowly, before the collar & elbow tie up. Bergoin's bulk gives him the initial advantage, Kicklighter on the back foot being forced towards the corner, quickly swoops behind and holds Bergoin in a hammerlock, Bergoin looks for a way out and there's none.]

Benner - I can confirm that Jared Kicklighter has an exclusive contract; 'Money' will make sure Heartbreaker & Ramirez will have a nightmare getting him back to Texas to defend, should he win. Unless the two promotions can agree a deal and Jared takes this match, you may not see that belt again.

[Kicklighter quickly switches the grip from hammerlock to a side headlock and takes Bergoin down to one knee for a moment before Bergoin is able to force the break driving a couple of forearms into the base of Kicklighter's spine and then shoving Kicklighter into the ropes, Bergoin looks ready to swing with a clothesline on the rebound but Kicklighter grips the ropes staying put rather than right back into the clutches of the Stampede Champion.]

Merchant - No professional courtesy?

[Again the two circle, tie up, it's Bergoin who again grabs the initiative this time forcing Kicklighter back against the turnbuckle, Bergoin is about to fire of a round or three of Forearms into the kisser of the WMW wrestler but Kicklighter's leg & arm are in the ropes and the referee calls for the break. Bergoin looks frustrated but backs away allowing Kicklighter to remove himself form the ropes.]

Benner - Honey Challencor is as sharp as a knife, depends how courteous Ramirez & Heartbreaker are to her.

[On the third circle, Kicklighter surprises Bergoin with a Palm to nose, European Uppercut combo as Bergoin comes in for the tie up. Kicklighter takes quick advantage with a Kesagiri chop to the neck and kick the thigh.]

Merchant - It's not often that Bergoin gets outwitted with a shortcut but he did then.

Benner - Nothing illegal by Kicklighter, just lacked a little professional honor.

[Bergoin is elevated by Kicklighter and dumped on the canvas with a Fireman's Carry Slam.]

Merchant - No honor amongst thieves and it's just as rare between opponents in a Wrestling ring.

Benner - Agreed.

[Kicklighter quickly follows up that attack with a Karelin lift, elevating the larger OCW wrestler and tossing Bergoin over his shoulder to the canvas.]

Benner - Unusual move to see in this competition, the Karelin lift used extensively by three time's Olympic champion Alexander Karelin in amateur competition.

[The out of town challenger is on the downed Stampede champion at the double, attempting to apply a Damascus head-leg lock, with Bergoin's legs in place, as Kicklighter spins 180 degrees to compress the spine of Bergoin, the traffic cop struggles and manages to wriggle free and escape the hold.]

Merchant - Bergoin knew right there and then that if Kicklighter is allowed to dominate him on the mat he's a beaten man. Bergoin's canny and was able to escape that attempt; he'll have to remain on his guard if he's to survive this match with his title reign in tact.

[Both men return to their feet, circle, Kicklighter looks for the tie up but doesn't get it, in fact a thumb to the eye is all the WMW wrestler gets. Bergoin quickly scoops Kicklighter into his arms, drops him across his knee.]

Benner - Backbreaker by Bergoin.

[But instead of allowing Kicklighter to slump from his knee to the floor Bergoin lifts Kicklighter once again and slams him to the canvas.]

Merchant - Nice combination there by the Stampede Champion.

[Bergoin stomps Kicklighter several times, while he's down. Bergoin backs into the ropes, bounces off and drops a leg across the throat of Kicklighter. Bergoin quickly hooks the legs of his opponent as he rolls over for a cover.]

[..1..]

Benner - Kick out by Kicklighter.

[Bergoin pulls Kicklighter back to his feet with a handful of short brown hair, Bergoin with a Vertical Suplex holds Kicklighter in the air for a time before bringing him crashing down to the canvas.]

Merchant - Champion able to keep the advantage though and furthers it there.

[Bergoin rolls back to his feet stomps Kicklighter several times. Again with a handful of hair Bergoin drags Kicklighter back to a vertical position and drives him backwards against the turnbuckle. Bergoin administers a couple of chops to the chest of the challenger, and then drives his shoulder into the gut of Kicklighter over and over.]

Benner - Bergoin obviously knows that his opponent is a cardio machine and focused here on driving the air out of the lungs of his opponent.

[With Kicklighter almost wedged between top and middle turnbuckle Bergoin's shoulder attack relents. Bergoin backs up, kicks Kicklighter in the gut, and drives Kicklighter's forehead into the canvas.]

Merchant - Nice flowing DDT by the Stampede Champion.

[Bergoin rolls Kicklighter over onto his back for the cover.]

[..1..]

Benner - Kicklighter rolls a shoulder off the canvas.

[Bergoin pulls Kicklighter to his feet once again; a Bergoin short arm Clothesline downs Kicklighter once more and enables the Stampede Champion to stomp his opponent over and over.]

Merchant - Bergoin isn't a guy for subtleties, his actions are obvious and affective.

[Kicklighter is drawn back to his feet by Bergoin and whipped to the ropes, Kicklighter rebounds, Bergoin with a back body drop sends Kicklighter high into the air, the crowd pop as Kicklighter lands in a heap on the canvas, Bergoin quickly makes the cover.]

Benner - Could this be all for Kicklighter?

[..1..]

[..2..]

Merchant - Challenger gets a shoulder up!

[Bergoin eyes the referee in annoyance and brings Kicklighter back to a vertical base again, Scoop Slam by Bergoin who then backs into the ropes, rebounds and drops an elbow into the chest of Kicklighter. Bergoin kneels over Kicklighter and nails him with some closed fists to the pecker.]

Benner - Kicklighter really needs to turn the tide of this match else Bergoin is going to dominate. When wrestling up North we've seen Kicklighter pull some astonishing reversals out the bag, but Bergoin seems so blunt a tool, Kicklighter's having difficult imposing himself on the match.

[Admonished by the referee Bergoin relents and draws Kicklighter back to his feet, looks for the whip to the corner, it's reversed, no Bergoin reverses again and Kicklighter is sent to the turnbuckle. Bergoin follows in with a chop to the chest.]

Merchant - Well Stampede Champion doesn't wrestle his opponents, just goes out there and brawls as best he can, perhaps it's not like anything Kicklighter has come across on Granite State Tenacity.

[Another chop, by Bergoin, Kicklighter fires off a forearm of his own to the chin of Bergoin but an eye rake sees Bergoin retain control of the contest.]

Benner - We've seen Jared overcome Giant's & Cruisers on Tenacity, I think perhaps the unlawful element to Bergoin's repertoire is what's is catching Jared out, as we saw just then.

[Bergoin with one final chop then grabs the arm of Kicklighter and whip's him across the ring, Kicklighter connects with the turnbuckle hard.]

Merchant - Yeah I'm sure White Mountain Wrestling guys are above such actions?

[Bergoin on the charge with a splash..

..Kicklighter quickly climbs to the second rope..

.. Mushroom stomp..

..Bergoin hard and chest first hits the turnbuckle.]

Benner - Awareness of Kicklighter means perhaps he can get some offence going here. As for your snide remark we'll I never said our guys were the most honorable in Wrestling, hell we had to endure the Undisputed Truth beating everyone down for months.

[Kicklighter catches his breath as Bergoin rolling on the canvas holds his flabby chest in agony.]

Merchant - So your shit stinks too, nice to hear.

[Bergoin slowly returns to his feet but as he does gets caught as Kicklighter is back on the offensive with several forearms to the face of the stunned Bergoin, Kicklighter with a Mongolian Chop to the sides of Bergoin's neck next plants a kick to the gut and tosses Bergoin like a rag doll to the canvas with an Overhead head and arm Suplex, which actually receives a respectable cheer from the OCW fans.]

Benner - Sure does, Bergoin folded up like an accordion right there.

[Kicklighter pulls Bergoin back to his feet delivers a forearm, spins Bergoin around, Kicklighter lifts Bergoin hitting an Atomic Drop, Bergoin doesn't go down and Kicklighter wraps his arms around the waist of Bergoin and takes him over with a Release German Suplex.]

Merchant - You're guy showing his stuff now, couple of neat combinations have our Stampede Champion well and truly on the back foot.

[Kicklighter scurries over to Bergoin and makes the cover.]

Benner - New Champion, logistical nightmare?

[..1..]

[..2..]

Merchant - Not quite as Bergoin rolls a shoulder, our Stampede Champion has more testicular fortitude than many give him credit for.

[Kicklighter gets back to his feet and stomps Bergoin several times. Kicklighter begins to bring Bergoin back to his feet, but gets a low blow as he does so. The crowd obviously gets off on it.]

Benner - I mean come on?

Merchant - [sarcastically] Canny as they come.

[Bergoin quickly fires off an uppercut to the chin as he gets back to his feet, Bergoin follows that up with a left, a right, another left - closed fists one & all, a swinging right to the cheek sends Kicklighter down. Bergoin with a stomp, then another and another peppers the chest and torso of his opponent with the imprint of his boot.]

Benner - Perhaps this will form a valuable part in Jared's wrestling education, when he next faces an overweight crooked Police officer he'll know what to expect, shortcut after shortcut.

[Bergoin with a handful of hair pulls Kicklighter back up, a head butt by Bergoin staggers Kicklighter a short arm clothesline downs the WMW wrestler.]

Merchant - Teflon's not overweight these days, his trimming up.

[Bergoin kneels over Kicklighter and begins to fire several closed fists into Kicklighter face. Kicklighter quickly drives a knee into the base of Bergoin's spine, stunning the Stampede Champion; Kicklighter quickly grabs the armpits of Bergoin, delivers another knee to the spine and tosses the traffic chop off him.]

Benner - Nice escape there by Kicklighter.

[Bergoin rolls across the ring, the two return to their feet almost at the same time, Bergoin swings with a clothesline ducked by Kicklighter who quickly goes behind and tosses Bergoin across the ring with another German Suplex.]

Merchant - Kudos to that.

[Kicklighter is quickly back to his feet a stomp to the chest keeps Bergoin down as Kicklighter runs to the ropes, uses the bottom rope to elevate him airborne following a spinning leg drop across the chest of Bergoin, Kicklighter is quick to lean over and grab a chunky thigh of the Stampede champion.]

[..1..]

Benner - Smart Cover!

[..2..]

[..3?..]

Merchant - Bergoin just, just gets a shoulder up I don't think Bergoin was expecting the pin attempt just then, it caught him out.

Benner - Credit to the WMW guy?

Merchant - Begrudging.

[Kicklighter hauls a sluggish Bergoin back to his feet, a forearm is delivered by the WMW guy before moving behind Bergoin and plants the OCW Stampede Champion face first to the canvas with a Forward Russian leg sweep, Kicklighter quickly flips over applying a Bridging grounded double chicken-wing.]

Benner - HARD REBOOT!!! applied by Kicklighter, will the champion tap.

[Bergoin fights it wriggling, struggling but cannot find a way out.]

Merchant - Hard what? They call that Cattle Mutilation where I come from.

[Bergoin squirms further but Kicklighter is resolute. The referee slides down asks if the balding holder of the title on the line if he wants to quit.]

Benner - Hard Reboot, Kicklighter's a computer geek. Bergoin looks about ready to quit to me.

[Jeers from around the arena.]

Merchant - What's this?

[Bergoin shakes his head despite his face being stuffed into the mat.]

Benner - What the hell does she want?

[Strutting to the ring, still dressed like a whore is Amy Heartbreaker, and she has a microphone.]

Heartbreaker - Hold it right there Duncan.

Merchant - She's speaking to our referee Mark Duncan.

Heartbreaker - First off all this match cannot be decided by a submission.

Benner - Pardon?

[Releasing the hold Kicklighter rolls to his feet. Both the WMW wrestler & the referee rise & look to the entrance aisle with bemused expressions, as Heartbreaker nears the ring.]

Heartbreaker - I said… by a submission this contest cannot be decided.

Benner - You what?

Merchant - No clue.

[On the blindside of the referee and Kicklighter, Tanner Hill bounds over the guardrail that surrounds the ring.]

Benner - And what the hell is he doing here.

[Hill slides into the ring.]

Heartbreaker - Secondly the match is no disqualification.

[Hill maims Kicklighter with a clothesline to the back of his neck as the jeers grow louder.]

Merchant - Suddenly I see no chance of any logistical nightmare.

[Hill begins to stomp Kicklighter into the canvas. Heartbreaker slides into the ring just as a confused looking Dave Bergoin returns to his feet, wondering just what the hell is going on.]

Heartbreaker - Tonight the Heartbreakers gained one enforcer, as you'll see right now.

[Heartbreaker points to Hill.]

Heartbreaker - I'm looking for a second and I'm looking for someone who isn't just bulk, a man who knows every trick in the book.

[Heartbreaker smiles alluringly in the direction of Bergoin.]

Benner - That's what this is about it?

[Bergoin returns the smile, gestures for the microphone.]

Merchant - Looks like he's not going to say 'No' and who would?

Benner - Me for one.

[Heartbreaker confidently passes the microphone to the Stampede Champion.]

Bergoin - Do I lose this title if I lose the match by count out?

[Confused Heartbreaker shakes her head.]

Merchant - What? Of course not.

Bergoin - Excellent.

[Bergoin offers to shake the OCW GM manager's hand.]

Benner - This sucks.

[Bergoin after a moments shake pulls Heartbreaker towards him lifts her, first.]

Merchant - What the hell?

[Bergoin dumps her on the canvas quickly with a Gorilla Press. The crowd rise with cheers that fill the Bunkhouse.]

[Poppage _BIG TIME_.]

Merchant - Career suicide!

[Bergoin spins on his heels in the direction of Hill who has finally relented in stomping the life out of Kicklighter with the crowd reaction; clothesline by a charging Bergoin nails Hill.]

Benner - Go Teflon!

[Bergoin pulls Hill up. Gut-wrench power bomb by Bergoin on Hill.]

Merchant - Dave Bergoin is committing career suicide!

Benner - He's doing the honorable thing in my eye.

[Bergoin offers Kicklighter a hand and pulls the WMW guy to his feet; Kicklighter's arm is raised by Bergoin to an epic pop. Bergoin releases his grip on the hand of the WMW wrestler, offers a quick word to the referee and rolls out the ring.]

Merchant - One word, repercussions. Four words. Will be a bitch.

[The referee administers the quickest 10 count out, count, then calls for the bell.]

[The bell sounds, Tessa Bradley rises.]

Tessa Bradley - The winner of this match by count out Jared Kicklighter, but still OCW Stampede Champion… “TEFLON” DAAAAVVVVEEEEE BEEEERRRRRGGGGOOOOIIIIINNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!

[The two wrestlers lock eyes and smile widely, Kicklighter nodding as Bergoin backs up the ramp.]

Benner - OCW avoid the logistical nightmare, Kicklighter picks up the win. And these Heartbreaker's were outdone, the crowd loves it. Nice I say.

Merchant - Bah Humbug.

[Kicklighter looks around then pulls Hill to his feet, Exploder Suplex by Kicklighter.]

Benner - Chaos Cometh on Hill…. and justified.

[Kicklighter looks down upon Hill & Heartbreaker, raises his hands and the crows rise to rapturous appreciative applause as Kicklighter rolls from the ring.]

Merchant - Well I have to wonder if Dave Bergoin will suffer next week after his actions this week.

Benner - Who knows I like the way the WMW guy in this man earned the appreciation of the San Antonio natives and the respect shown between the two men at the end of the night.

Merchant - Nice guys finish last, usually, I guess they deserve a break.

Benner - Well it's been nice working with you.

[At the end of the entrance aisle Kicklighter with a wave acknowledges the OCW fans with a wave.]

Merchant - Yeah, whatever ass kisser.

[The show cuts backstage]

Backstage Segment

[As we fade in we find Nick Journey walking out of the arena, with something in his hand. He stops at a small metal garbage can, and smiles as he catches the camera close by focused on him.]

[Journey unrolls the contents in his hand.]

Merchant – Isn’t that Ryan Storm’s wrestling gear?

[As Journey unrolls the contents over the garbage can a pair of boot drops in the can, followed by knee and elbow pads. Journey holds up the rest of Storm’s gear and smiles harder.]

Journey – Sometimes payback comes to you in different ways.

Clouds – What is he doing?

[Journey dumps the rest of the outfit in the trash can, then pulls something from his back pocket. Journey flips the top on the small can in his hand and starts spraying it in the trash can.]

Merchant – I think that’s lighter fluid!

[Journey empties the can in the trash, and then drops the can in the trash as well.]

Journey – And sometime payback burns.

[Journey pulls a small silver object from his pocket. Looks into the trash can, and then steps back with a quick flick of his wrist springs open the object and sparks it up.]

Clouds – Journey has a Zippo!

Merchant – Imagine that…

[Journey begins to walk away from the trash can. A few steps away Journey casually tosses the Zippo over his shoulder, sinking it in the trash can like an NBA star sinks a 3 pointer.]

[The contents of the trash can quick engulf in flames, Journey walks away with a smile on his face.]

Clouds – Nick Journey just burnt up Ryan Storm’s wrestling gear…

Merchant – Yeah just before his match tonight too… Classic!

Clouds: Which takes place after this commercial break.

[Before the show the show cuts to commercial break. It cuts backstage.]

Backstage Segment

[Black backdrop.]

Voiceover: Day one. The infamous Summer Games. I know you’ve seen it or heard about it.

[Darius Leonidas. A stool.]

Maybe you saw it from the front row? Perhaps you tuned in from your television or a friends. Or maybe you checked out the replay, or read the reviewed results. But regardless of how you spent your time trying to get the dirt on Summer Games, if you are indeed an OCW fan, I know you watched it. Me, If I hadn’t have been there, I would’ve never gave two shits about Summer Games. I’d have caught it on bootleg when it became available on Limewire.

[White shirt, black airbrushed letters; ‘Darius Leonidas > Summer Games’.]

But the ever dependable OCW fans, they had to have been watching it. Rooting for OCW like no tomorrow. Hoping we would prevail over the huge piece of crap floating in the toilet of WWA some idiots and they’re friends named The Stage.

[His top lip quivers in disgust.]

But what happened? OCW failed, and I, Darius Leonidas predicted it’s failure. theStage was just to strong for Eric Ramirez and his experimental Team Stampede. Well we almost failed, if it weren’t for me.

[He jabs his finger violently into his own chest. Emphasizing his words.]

You don’t know what in the hell I’m talking about do you? That’s fine! Whatever! But while everyone is pouting about Team OCW’s loss. Or celebrating Ryan Blasier’s retain, though no-one thought he would, though he isn’t doing his retaining in the name of OCW, I’m sitting here rejoicing over MY spot on SG. Which is as much for myself as it is for OCW.

[Darius drags the GTC title to his chest.]

Yeah you know you saw me. You know, in your feeble little minds, just like Ryan Blasier on day one, I too held up a championship belt. That I also rightfully won, that finally I deservingly retained. Thankfully two certain business partners of mine always seem to have the same visions as I do. Great minds think a like and however unofficial and unsanctioned by the WWA at this time, this championship will still be a stable to the alliance. If it’s Global, you know it’s big. Formally the neglected WWA National championship, now the GTC championship.

[A beaming grin reaches the face of Darius Leonidas which is doused with the dark rooms shadowy milieu.]

Just like me in this alliance, me in the OCW.

[Pause.]

Neglected.

[A pause. While leaning closer to the camera in which he speaks to his audience through.]

Formally a top contender, now revenge orientated Mediterranean Massacre.

[Darius stands, delivering to OCW fans and superstars a solemn gaze, talking with his hands as he finishes addressing current events which are relevant to him.]

OCW. I’m not Ryan Blasier. I’m not the World’s Heavyweight champion, but I will not turn my back on you, even when you have turned your back on me. I actually have something big within this company that I’m willing to share. Any WWA diehard can tell you how important Global has been to this alliance, to it’s many promotions. Only this time, it’s success will eclipse that of the old. Why? Because it’s movement has me at the helm, and in the end, I’m doing all of this for OCW. I’m doing this for the shame Blasier as WWA World Heavyweight champion has tried to instill into our promotion. Though you don’t now, soon, very soon OCW..

[Deep breath, and the moral of the story is.]

You will love me.

[Fade to commercial.]

Commercial Break

Main Event Spoiler

All three men entered the ring one by one. Storm was not too happy looking but doing his best to look past Nick Journey's actions right before the match.

Near the end of this fast paced match, Storm was knocked outside and Brother Wright took advantage of this to defeat Reno Dumont and claim the Merrimack River Title.