Monday Night Massacre! (September 27th)

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OCW Presents: Massacre
LIVE! September 27th 2021
From The OCW Arena

~It's that time once again, ladies and gentlemen. It's MASSACRE TIME! The show that gives you all you need to feel better about yourselves, by cheering on the bloody violence delivered to others! We cut to the always LIVE and forever SOLD OUT OCW Arena in Key West, Florida! The fans are going wild as always, sporting various signs for their favorite wrestlers. There also seems to be an area cordoned off for XWF fans, who are angrily booing and cursing out people already. They look pissed at even being there, and yet they showed up, hoping to see one of their favorites storm the OCW ring tonight. It looks like their seats are of the cheaper, wooden fold-up variety. On either side of the XWF crowd, the hyped OCW fans are once again burning XWF merchandise, proclaiming that the war has already been won. We fly around these fans before going to join Smith and Hood at the announce table.~

Smith: Hello, everyone, and welcome back to Monday Night Massacre! I'm your host, Smith, and alongside me, as always, is Hood.

Hood: Why do you always get to do that intro? I should get to say you're beside ME!

Smith: Be my guest, Hood.

Hood: ... What's up, freaks.

Smith: And there's the reason why. It's been a crazy few weeks as we've been building towards Masters of Macabre. We've got some incredible matches upcoming for that one, with six championships on the line! But the talk, as of late, has been the escalation of the war between OCW and the XWF.

Hood: Can a war be completely one-sided? Or is it just called a slaughter?

Smith: This weekend, during XWF's three-night Relentless pay-per-view, OCW made some surprising appearances. Per the XWF, we have not been granted the rights to show the video, but we can show pictures taken by our own faithful fans who were at the events!

Hood: Cool, they went undercover to get us the shots!

~The first shots show Jason Cashe and Cyrus Riddle attacking some XWF fans on their way to the ring. We see a still shot of Cashe & Riddle attacking Thunder Knuckles and Bobby Bourbon. We then see Cashe mockingly pinning Thunder Knuckles, while Riddle is in the process of counting to three.~

Smith: This was during the first night, as Cashe & Riddle attacked their opponents at Masters of Macabre, Them No Good Bastards, after their successful titles defense against Betsy Granger & Lycana.

Hood: It was a fair fight, and the good guys won!

Smith: I'm not sure I share your definition of "fair". These guys had just been electrocuted, after all. Anyhow, that takes us to Night #2...

~We see more shots, this time showing the aftermath of the brutal Dolly Waters/Jim Caedus Xtreme Title match. The picture shows a masked medic helping to free Waters from the barbed wire with wire cutters. The shot switches to the 'medic' in the ring, having unmasked to show it was actually Bam Miller! The third picture is an action shot, of a chair crashing down on Caedus! We then see a still of Bam in the midst of MILLER TIME on Caedus, taking him out.~

Smith: Bam Miller really stunned the XWF faithful there, by sneaking his way past the increased security.

Hood: They always say something about getting fooled once, shame on us, but getting fooled twice, you're fucking stupid.

Smith: Another colorful interpretation of a quote from you, Hood. You would think, on Night Three, there would be no way for anyone to get involved. And yet...

~We see pictures once again from the XWF event, this time showing Alias celebrating his retention of the XWF Universal Championship. The next shots are of Bam Miller, Jason Cashe, & Cyrus Riddle in the ring, attacking Alias and his opponent, Dr. Louis D'ville.~

Hood: You'd think they'd have been ready this time...

Smith: Well, in a way, they were.

~We see Them No Good Bastards showing up and fighting for the XWF. Next Betsy Granger and Jim Caedus appear, running down. But the following shot shows Ed Houston & Peter Vaughn surprisingly grabbing them, pulling them out of the ring. The OCW wrestlers stand tall, with Marcus Welsh joining them in the ring.~

Hood: I don't know how much more decisive it can be! OCW reigned supreme!

Smith: I would definitely say the night was won by OCW, no doubt, especially what happened afterwards.

~The final shots show Chris Page making his way to the ring, seemingly to help the other XWF wrestlers. But Page is then shown in mid-swing, clocking Alias in the skull with a chair! Page and Welsh then shake hands, ending XWF Relentless in stunning fashion.~

Smith: So does this mean Chris Page is joining up with OCW?

Hood: We'd be blessed to have him. Theo Pryce might think he's over the hill and washed up, but he and Robert Main pretty much stole the show all three nights! But as far as I know, Page's last match is going to be against Bam Miller next week, and then he's riding off into the sunset.

Smith: We'll see if we find out more later on tonight. For now, you can bet that Marcus Welsh has OCW Security at full alert in case of any attempts at retribution.

Hood: Let them come! I mean, I ain't fighting them, but we have plenty of wrestlers who will whip their asses!

Smith: To get back to tonight's business, we have a shorter show tonight, due to time constraints with the network. We also had to cancel two of our planned matches, due to scheduling miscommunications with some of our wrestlers.

Hood: It was Puffer, wasn't it?

Smith: No comment. But we do have Lexi Gold wrestling in her first match since her fight with Jason Cashe, and we have Bam Miller taking on the 'dreaded' XWF fan, Tyrion Stark!

Hood: That's not really his name, is it?

Smith: I don't think it matters. Let's get this show started!

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~The shot changes to a wide view of the OCW Arena. The fans become unglued with boos as “Shatter Me” by Lindsey Stirling cranks up. They recognize the music from XWF. It belongs to the anti pro wrestling activist turned pro wrestler against her will, Sonya Benson.~

Hood: Oh Jesus God no!

Smith: We were hoping all the hoopla about her coming to OCW wasn’t true but son of a BITCH I guess it’s true! Damn it! No! NOOOOO!

~The wealthy aristocrat doesn’t emerge yet, instead her manager Norris and her bodyguard Smith surface. They carry the prestigious XWF ring mat they stole from the XWF Hall of Legends when they desecrated it and then unroll it down the ramp. Only now does the hated woman make her presence felt, and to a massive wall of heat from the fans at that.~

~She’s clad in an absolutely stunning white Sherbrooke pantsuit and wipes her feet on the legendary names autographed on the ring mat that graced the XWF’s very first PPV in 1999. The painfully pretty woman sneers at the fans as she steps off the mat and allows her crew to roll it up. They make their trek to the ring in a fast manner because she does not want to be here. Norris and Smith unfurl the mat and place it in the ring, whereupon she steps in and wipes her feet all over it before being handed a microphone by Norris, who wipes it down with a sanitary wet wipe first. ~

Sonya Benson: I’m going to make this short and sweet so I can get the hell out of here. Yes, all the news alerts and bally-hoo is true. I used that mindless meathead, Marf, to stage my career ending injury in XWF to get out of my contract there and get away from this dreadful so-called ‘sport’ of professional wrestling. My horrible, cruel, mean daddy snuffed it out after the fact, though, and exposed me. I may have beaten XWF by getting out of my contract but now I’m being punished again by having to compete here in OCW. I must secure 24 wins to be released from this punishment, this prison sentence called professional wrestling.

~Some fans throw full cups of soft drinks and food plates into the ring at her but Norris and Smith swat them away. Sonya no-sells the entire thing and continues her diatribe. ~

Sonya Benson: And once again I’m without a trainer. So, as with before in XWF, I’m hereby offering one MILLION dollars to anyone in OCW to train me in the exquisite art of touch butt and mindless knuckle dragging. I’m also offering 500,000 dollars for a tag team partner with the condition being they must be able to beat two people at once since I will not tag into the match ever. I will stand on the corner and cheerlead if needed, and then collect the win if you can pull it off. I’m also offering contractor positions for other jobs if you’re interested. Now, is there anyone in the back willing to take me up on these offers?

~She turns to the entrance ramp and waits… and waits… waits some more... ~

Hood: Yeah good luck with that! Our roster actually has integrity when it comes to this stuff. Nobody’s gonna take you up on those offers. This isn’t XWF.

Smith: Agreed. This woman put thousands of wrestlers out of jobs, ended their dreams, and then in XWF she desecrated their famed Hall of Legends. She destroyed priceless artifacts. She toppled over and sundered their statues. She burned priceless historical items and stole that sacred ring mat she’s desecrating right now in front of us. She even stole Bianca McBride’s father’s precious Top 50 of all time plaque and used it for ransom to try and get a win over her, then Norris used it as a weapon on Bianca to secure the win. Nobody on our roster will take her up on this, I guarantee it.

~Speaking of the Top 50 plaque, Sonya mutters something to Norris and he pulls out the prestigious plaque and displays it for all to see. ~

Sonya Benson: Fine. My offers stand and I’ll even throw in this priceless Top 50 plaque belonging to Mike McBride. It’s a little scuffed up but that’s because Bianca McBride has a gigantic 44 pound bowling ball of a head. I’m dead serious about this offer. I wouldn’t be here in person nor be this desperate otherwise.

~She turns to the entrance ramp again and waits…. More waiting… more… still nothing. ~

Sonya Benson: Fine! I guess nobody is willing to take me up on this tonight, so I guess I’ll have to grace the Macabre pay per view thing to see if someone will be brave enough then. May all the bad things that can happen to someone happen to all of you. May you all die before the sun comes up and may you rot in hell.

~A bunch of food, drink, and trash come flying in as they exit with the ring mat rolled up again and using a portion of it to block the incoming things being hurled at Sonya. Finally, they disappear behind the curtain and the fans cheer again.~

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~Jason Cashe is in focus as the cameras cut backstage. He has a hoagie opened up on a table as he gathers some of Alice Knight's Chunky Mustard out of a glass jar with a butter knife. Spreading the golden thickness along the contents of his sandwich. Cashe licks his lips and looks ready to devour his meal. Putting the top bun back over the sandwich, he takes it off the table. His mouth opens but before he can take a bite, a voice interrupts him.~

My Dooooood!

~A smile forms as Cashe puts down his sandwich and turns to find Leo standing with his arms open wide, signaling for a massive Bro Hug!~

Jason Cashe: My Doooood!

~Mimicking the stance, the two collide into each other, hugging like buds do! Coming apart, they slap hands and with swift motions, they work out their secret handshake. Ending it with an air joint puff before pointing at one another and saying "Doooood" to add more sprinkles to it. They laugh.~

Jason Cashe: What's going on with you tonight?

Leo: Dooood! I got these Sisters! They are somewhere around here, I'm taking them to Bare Assets! YOU should come with!

~Stiff arming Cashe to the chest, Leo bounces with some excitement. It has been a while since they hung out. Cashe grinned but his head was already shaking from left to right.~

Jason Cashe: Can't man.. You know I'm fiending on Tara these days. We should hang out sometime though, just not.. With dates. I got one.

Leo: Oohhh I forgot! You are dating the enemy! JASON OVER HERE TRYING TO FORM A PEACE TREATY!

~Leo yelled as he turned his head to the left and right. Looking around at the couple of people in catering.~

Jason Cashe: That's not the case at all, if we were exclusive then that'd be one thing..

~A look of confusion befalls Leo's face.~

Leo: So.. You can see other people? Come out tonight then!!

~Laughing, Cashe waved off such an idea. Some clarity was needed.~

Jason Cashe: Promotion exclusive. In general, this is a war, or at least one forming. I will fight for OCW, wear the shirt, throw up gang signs to rep the neighborhood but she is the line I won't cross. That's my chick. I need a rock to help balance the negative and she is that.

~Turning to grab his sandwich, Cashe takes a bite. Leo nods, he understands. There was a question or two that sat at the tip of his tongue. Cashe noticed and nodded to Leo.~

Jason Cashe: What?

Leo: Would she say the same? We're boys, I got love for you! You're my Doood but.. The promotion that pays her might use that against you. What if they jump her to send a message? What if she decides a pay raise offered to her to turn on you is more valuable than what you have? I'm just saying.. War is war man..

~Really, fuck Leo for putting this into Cashe's head. The food compacted in the right of his cheek sits unchewed. Cashe looks stunned as if the thought hadn't entered his thoughts. They hadn't. Hence the fuck Leo.~

Jason Cashe: You know.. While there is both sense and logic in that… I'll risk it.

~Shaking his head slightly as he finishes chewing and swallows his bite, Cashe clears his throat.~

Jason Cashe: I've played the fool plenty. It's not the same, something about her is just different..

~Nodding like Leo knows what Cashe is referring to.~

Leo: Blue hair is pretty common these days bro.. I saw this chick who had pink hair and I just KNEW that her curtains matched the drapes, ya dig?

~Cashe burst into laughter. Turning as a woman in catering let out a laugh as well, Leo nods towards Cashe.~

Leo: Let me hit you up later.. I'm gonna have sex with her before I take the Sisters out. Later Dooood!

Jason Cashe: Be easy my Doood!

~Shaking his head, Cashe watches Leo slide over to this woman who simply laughed and grabbed his attention. Remembering his awesome sandwich, Cashe gets back to his grub.~

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Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen... the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Currently in the ring... Sugar Valentine!

~Sugar turns and tips his cap, then goes back to staring at some of the ladies in the audience, sizing up potential talent to come work for him.~

Smith: Sugar didn't fare well last week against Victoria Strader, and part of that was his wandering eyes.

Hood: His eyes didn't seem to be going anywhere but Victoria's backside... at least until Victoria started kicking his ass.

Smith: Well, we'll see if that gets Sugar in trouble again this week.

Belvedere: His opponent... standing 5'4" and weighing 125 lbs... from Los Angeles, California... here is Lexi Gold!

~"5 Out Of 6" by Dessa begins to play, as Lexi Gold comes out of the back. She jogs down to the ring, mostly ignoring the fans reaching her way. She slides in, with Sugar giving her an appraising glance.~

Hood: I still don't understand how Gold's wrestling here now. She had a shot an an OCW contract, lost... and now wrestles for OCW??

Smith: I know she lost the match to Jason Cashe, but apparently she impressed someone enough to give her another opportunity.

Hood: Did Who'Re slip it in at the last second?

Smith: Please say you meant the contract.

Hood: Of course! What'd you think I meant?

~The bell rings. Gold stretches out on the ropes, ready to do some damage to her opponent. Sugar walks over to her, business card already in hand.~

Smith: Oh, this isn't going to end well...

Hood: Well, you never know unless you try, right?

~Gold glares at Sugar, daring him to get any closer. He takes the hint, stopping in his tracks. He's come prepared, though, reaching into his pocket and pulling out something that he thinks might change Gold's mind. He raises them up in front of her, smiling, not hearing the gasp that comes from the OCW audience.~

Smith: Is that...

Hood: Oh, shit. Those are scorpion lollipops!

Smith: What the hell is Sugar Valentine thinking??

Hood: Man, he must have had someone tell him about Lexi Gold's promo, but got the info mixed up! Fuck, his underlings screwed him!

Smith: This could be the end of Sugar!

~Sugar, still not picking up the hint from the audience, offers the lollipops to Gold as a 'peace' gesture. Gold, seeing them, gaspes for a moment, then lets out a loud scream. Sugar steps back, shocked, but he can't get out of range as Gold leaps at him, smacking the lollipops out of his hand and pounding away on him!! Sugar tries to cover up, unsuccessfully, with Gold twisting him around and lifting him up with the Lexiplex (Bridging Fisherman's Suplex)!! Valentine struggles against the pin as the ref slides into place...

1!

2!

Kickout!

Smith: Valentine actually kicks out!

Hood: Bad move, Sugar, you should have just taken the pin and gotten out of there without a lollipop shoved up your...

Smith: And we're moving on!

~Both wrestlers get back up, with Sugar trying a pimp slap towards Gold. But Lexi easily blocks it, then steps in, getting Valentine back to the mat with Twisted Divine (Satellite Twisting Cutter)!! Valentine's stunned, but Gold isn't letting it go at that. She grabs hold of Sugar's legs, twisting him into the Goldilocks (Gorilla Clutch)!! Valentine is immediately letting out screams at the hold, already thinking about tapping out as the ref circles around. Gold is glaring at the broken lollipops laying nearby, and she turns that glare to the referee, who quickly backs away, pretending not to notice anything.~

Smith: Is Sugar tapping out?

Hood: Not according to the ref! Told you, Sugar, should have just laid there and gotten pinned!

~Gold finally releases the hold, getting up, as Sugar Valentine is just laying on the canvas, nearly out from the pain he just endured. He slowly pushes up with his arms, looking towards the ropes. Apparently deciding to get the hell out of there, he starts crawling for the side, reaching for the bottom rope to help him get out. Gold, though, is right behind him, and she steps forward, Striking Gold (Step-Up Axe Kick to Kneeling Opponent)!!! Valentine's likely out, but that's still not enough for Gold. She pulls him up just enough to lock in Stay Gold (Bridging Arm Triangle Choke submission)!!! Valentine's immediately tapping again, and this time the ref signals for the bell, wanting to see this one over. The bell rings.~

Belvedere: Here is your winner... LEXI GOLD!!!!

Smith: Well, that was a slaughter.

Hood: I've said it before, and I'll say it again: Sugar needs to give up wrestling! It's not like he needs the money, although at this point, maybe he needs the health insurance...

Smith: The lesson everyone should take from this? Don't bring Lexi Gold scorpion lollipops.

~Gold gets her arm raised by the referee, still looking upset. Valentine isn't moving, which might be the only thing saving him from any more punishment.~

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~The scene opens to Outcast who has awoken in his hospital bed. Outcast shakes his head trying to wake himself up, and rubs his eyes before reaching for a bottle of water on the side of his bed. Outcast takes a drink to quench his thirst and soothe his throat, but then he hears the voice of Peter Vaughn.~

Peter Vaughn: You know in your heart you’re a one match champion.

~Outcast spits out his water and begins looking around the hospital room.~

Outcast: Why don’t you show yourself and fight like a man? Oh yeah, CAUSE YOU AREN’T A MAN, YOU’RE A BITCH!

~Outcast tosses the water to the side. It lands on the ground, strangely fizzing up where the water splashed out. In front of Outcast, at the foot of the bed, Vaughn seems to appear, although he seems to be fading in and out.~

Peter Vaughn: You always do this to yourself. You make it up so high, and then you sabotage yourself, and that’s what’s going to happen again this time. I’m not just taking your title away; you’re going to give it to me.

~Outcast snarls and grabs his IV stand and throws it at Vaughn. This pulls the IV needle from Outcasts hand and he winces in pain for a moment and clutches his hand. When Outcast looks up Vaughn is gone but the IV stand has shattered the mirror in front of him.

Outcast then stops and tilts his head as he notices something that was concealed by the broken mirror. Outcast stands out of bed and moves to the mirror, and there at the top is a small device. Outcast grabs it and pulls it off the wall and begins examining it and finds it is a small projector. The images are still coming out of it.~

Outcast: You sneaky son of a bitch.

Peter Vaughn: You don’t stand a chance in…

~Outcast drops the mini projector to the ground and stomps it with his foot. Outcast then grabs his clothes and begins to get dressed as the Nurse from before and an orderly rush into the room.~

Nurse: Mr. Cain, what are you doing, you haven’t been cleared by the doctor.

~Outcast fastens his belt and then sits in a chair to put his boots on. He simply ignores the nurse as he ties his laces~

Nurse: Mr. Cain did you hear me? You can’t leave.

~Outcast looks up at her and smirks and then continues getting dressed.~

Orderly: Hey, you hear her? You aren’t going anywhere.

~Outcast finishes tying his boots and stands up, nearly nose to nose with the Orderly. Outcast looks him up and down and smiles as the Orderly becomes uncomfortable and takes a step back. Outcast looks at the nurse.~

Outcast: I’m perfectly fine. There is nothing or no one that can keep me here. So, excuse me, but I’ve got a championship defense to prepare for.

~Outcast walks between the nurse and the orderly who part out of his way. They both look concerned and the camera shot moves back to the crushed projector as the scene fades out.~

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~We switch over to what appears to be a makeshift version of the former OCW Piledriver set. The desk clearly came from a resale store, judging by the scratches and dents all over it. Seated in the beaten-down chair behind the desk is Aaron Warthog, doing his best to look professional as he stacks some papers in front of him. The papers scatter away from him, despite his best effort, sending him all falling in front of him to the floor. After a second, Warthog shrugs and faces the camera.~

Aaron Warthog: How y'all doing? This is Aaron Warthog here! Ah'm glad to see all of ya!

~He can't really see them, but most will understand his good intentions. He's not lying, he's just being a friendly southern man.~

Aaron Warthog: A while back when we was having Piledriver shows, one of the favorite segments was Leo talking about what happened with our stars during the week. They cut that one when we started having Massacre, but ah asked those in charge if I could get paid to, ah mean, if I could go ahead and review some of the promos, and would ya believe it? They said yes! Yahoo!

~Warthog grins widely at the camera, happy for this opportunity to get some more money to help his growing family.~

Aaron Warthog: So let's start with the ones fightin' for a contenders spot! Mah boss and good friend Mike Zybala has been battlin' an evil clown and little evil figures of his opponents. It's been really really scary, but ah know Mike will come through! He deserves another win! His opponent, Ross Hanson, is living his own post-apocalyptic hell staying in a bunker while the rest of his world's been destroyed. Unfortunately, his mini-human unleashed tear gas on him, which must suck inside a bunker. Ah know my Uncle Cliff has a bunker, and he won't let anyone smoke in there, not even weed, because it fouls the air, so ah can only imagine tear gas.

~Warthog shudders at the thought.~

Aaron Warthog: As for their other opponents, ah looked around but ah don't know what Dolly Waters or Toast are doin'. Ah hope they make the show! If you've heard anything, let me know, okay?

~Two Missing Person pictures featuring Dolly Waters and Toast show on the screen for a brief few seconds.~

Aaron Warthog: Next we've got Matthew "The Raven" Knox and Chris Spade fightin' it out. Knox appeared to be goin' through a haunted house scenario. Ma Ma's third cousin had a haunted house. Damn beer was always goin' missing. As for Spade, he was doin' interviews from the gym, talkin' about his return to wrasslin' after his retirement. Spade is a damn tough customer, but Knox is going to be hard ta beat!

~Warthog makes his choice, apparently. We can't really see what he's writing on the sole paper left in front of him, so that's our guess.~

Aaron Warthog: Next we got the Tag-Team Titles match! Ah wish I had the chance to team with someone again, ah had fun with Ciela. Cashe and Riddle are dealin' with a Freddy Krueger visit. Ah have bad dreams all the time, thinkin' ah lost Memphis and tha baby. I hope Cashe & Riddle get it together to beat those XWF guys, Them No Good Bastards. Ah'm sure their promos are interestin', but I didn't watch them. Ah'm a company guy through and through!

~The big wrestler reaches to the side and picks up an OCW mug, showing it to the audience before taking a long drink. He coughs, smiling, and letting us all know that whatever's in that mug, it's not water.~

Aaron Warthog: The TransAtlantic Championship is heatin' up. Ed Houston is off in space fightin' an alien with his guy Bob. Betsy is visitin' Bellevue, Iowa, in a Tommyknockers situation. Ah don't know, both of these two are pushing through it, and ah wouldn't even try to hazard a guess. Although ah guess since Ed's more loyal to OCW, ah'll back him up.

~A picture of Ed Houston pops up on the screen, with the words "Approved" stamped across it.~

Aaron Warthog: The OCW Craze Title looks ta be well in the hands of Dylan Thomas, who's been getting haunted by his own friend, Lord Allton, who's possessed by PennyLord. Or PennyWise. Ah get them confused. But ah think PennyLord/Wise did somethin' to Bradley Carrington, 'cause he's disappeared as well.

~Another missing persons photo, this one of Carrington, pops up on the screen. You have to wonder what message you'll get if you call the tip line. You know you want to.~

Aaron Warthog: The Paradigm Championship has two wrestlers going very different ways ta the match. Xavier Lux wants to get gold back but has to deal with gettin' turned into a werewolf while travellin' in London. Been there, it ain't fun. But mine was more ah forgot to shave. Memphis helped with that and I wasn't as hairy anymore. Crash Rodriguez is dealing with something even worse than a werewolf curse: lawyers.

~Warthog shudders, and let's face it, you did a little as well. Lawyers are scary sons of bitches.~

Aaron Warthog: But ah think I'm still going with the former World Champ on this one. Then there's the Savage Championship. Supreme Machine has become a serial killer, ah believe, which doesn't seem that much of a stretch. Ah don't want to wrestle him, that's fer damn sure. Thaddeus Duke was going through some mind-bonding measures with that XWF guy, Doctor DeVille. Since it involves XWF, ah'm going with Supreme Machine havin' the edge.

~Another picture is up, showing Supreme Machine with the words "Approved" stamped on it.~

Aaron Warthog: Finally, in our main event, we've got Outcast defendin' against my old friend who betrayed me, Peter Vaughn. Outcast is fighting the deadites and tryin' to find that evil book to fix everythin'. Watch your translations, Outcast, they can be fickle. Vaughn is battlin' aliens & predators & androids and other stuff. He's in space but not with Houston. After what Vaughn did to me, ah have to go with Outcast here.

~The pictures come up, one with Outcast showing "Approved" and one showing Vaughn with "Dick" written on it.~

Aaron Warthog: So that' been mah review of all the promos as of late. Boy, this would be easier with another guy. Maybe ah should talk to Cheasy M. Well, for now, ah will talk to you all later! ... If they let me come back. G'night!

~Warthog waves, then pretends to do important stuff like they do on the newscasts. Of course, no credits are rolling, so he looks silly. But if anyone can pull off silly, it's the Warthog. We jump away.~

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Smith: Looks like it's time for our main event!

Hood: Already??

Smith: I told you it was a shortened show! Next week, Mr. Welsh will be back here, and I'm sure we'll have a lot more going on.

Hood: ... Damn, fine, I've been wanting to see this fan get destroyed anyway.

Belvedere: The next match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, a self-professed four-time black belt in MMA, Karate, Jiu-Jitsu, and Cambodian Bare Knuckle face slapping... said to be "built like the Rock of Gibraltar"... here is the man representing all XWF fans... Tyrion Stark!!

~Stark is the middle of the XWF Fan section, celebrating with everyone around him. He starts making his way out of the crowd, but it's not easy. He eventually struggles through up to the barricade, where they open up a section for him. He goes into the ring, rolling in, and poses towards the booing OCW fan sections.~

Smith: I have to say, this guy doesn't appear to be a black belt in anything... but looks can be deceiving.

Hood: So can applications, but you know Welsh, he just wanted to choose the best one he saw. He can't help it if the guy lied to get here!

Smith: We'll have to see if he gives Bam any trouble here tonight.

Hood: You're joking, right? You have to be joking. 

Belvedere: His opponent... representing OCW... standing 6'3" and weighing 225 lbs... from Detroit, Michigan... here is Bam Miller!!

~No one will survive starts to play over the speakers as the sound of a motorcycle is heard as it rolls on stage with Bam Miller on it. He points around to all the fans before riding down the ramp and riding around the ring. He parks his bike and high fives a fan in the front row, then gets a Miller Lite beer tossed to him. He walks up the steel steps, and walks slowly into the middle of the ring. He opens the can up and as soon as the can touches his lips pyro goes off behind him. As the pyro stops Bam Miller turns and rolls out of the ring, heading over to the XWF fans, who are making sure to back away.~

Smith: We've seen Bam Miller take out several members of the XWF roster over the last few weeks, showing his loyalty to OCW. Tonight, he goes one-on-one with Stark to, I guess, decide the #1 fan.

Hood: He's always looking for a fight. I don't know if what he gets tonight will qualify, but I'm looking forward to it!

~Bam glares at a few of the XWF fans in the section before reaching over and grabbing one of their cheaper chairs. He turns and heads back into the ring with it, hefting it up in his hands. Stark already looks worried, talking animatedly with the ref, as Bam goes to his corner.~

Hood: I don't think Stark realized what he was getting into until just this very moment, Smith. The guy's probably wetting himself, which would honestly make it harder for Miller to go after him.

Smith: Yep, nobody wants to wrestle someone covered in piss. But Bam's looking determined to, as he said, "take this fan to the woodshed".

~The bell rings. The OCW fans are still loud, chanting Bam's name, a very easy name to chant. Bam's bouncing his head along with the chants, still holding the chair. Stark is on the opposite side, positioning the referee between them, pointing anxiously at the weapon in Bam's hands.~

Hood: He wants the ref to get Bam to ditch that chair.

Smith: Honestly, can you blame Stark for that?

Hood: Hell no! Bam's dangerous enough without this being a hardcore match! But I'm not going to be the one to tell him to drop the chair...

~The ref reluctantly turns towards Bam, raising his arms and asking nicely for him to relinquish the weapon. Bam points to it, asking the ref if this is what he means. Bam then sets up the chair and takes a seat, smirking at Stark. He dares Stark to come after him, saying that he'll stay seated to give him a chance.~

Smith: Bam's being unusually sporting about this.

Hood: Nah, he's just luring the sucker in. Last chance to run, Stark!

~Stark, though, seems excited at this arrangement. He positions himself to the side of Bam, striking what he likely considers to be a martial arts pose. He comes in, lashing out with a very weak chop, but Bam just effortlessly catches the hand as it comes in. Stark's eyes widen as Bam looks at him with nothing but contempt. Stark tries to pull away, yanking on his arm, but Bam just calmly stands up, still hanging on. He's talking to Stark, badmouthing him about being such a piss-poor substitute for what he wants to do to guys like Jim Caedus. He then starts slugging Stark with his free fist, hammering away!~

Smith: And now we find out what kind of punishment this XWF Fan can take.

Hood: I think he'd be quitting right now if Bam put him in any kind of submission, but I think Bam's more in the mood for a beatdown.

Smith: This will either toughen Stark up or put him in a wheelchair. Maybe both.

~Bam Miller has continued the onslaught of fist shots as he's backed Stark into a corner. Behind them, the ref is quickly removing the chair so it can't end up being used in this one. Stark has his hands around his head, desperately trying to protect himself. That leaves his midsection wide open, though, as Bam gives him a boot to the gut, doubling him over. Bam then drags Stark out of the corner, running and landing a diamond cutter!! Stark's flat on the mat, face-first, not moving, as Bam just sits there, looking around at the cheering fans. The only ones silent are in the XWF section, who appear to have several of them heading for the exits.~

Smith: Are the XWF fans leaving?

Hood: They probably just see this as a good time to get some last-minute snacks and some OCW merchandise. The new Hood t-shirt is on sale, you know?

Smith: You've got to be kidding me. You have merchandise?

Hood: Gotta have as many revenue streams as you can in this business.

~Stark is slowly grabbing at the mat, as if looking for a black belt to hang onto. There's nothing within reach, so he starts trying to push himself up. Bam is waiting for him, seemingly happy that the guy is at least not staying down. He starts to kick Stark in the side, bouncing him up and down with each kick, as Stark desperately tries to get oxygen in-between shots. He tries to beg off, but Bam just grabs his arm and yanks him up into position, twisting him around to the camera before dropping him with a double-arm DDT! Stark could be out, as Bam rolls him over for the cover.~

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~And then Bam lifts Stark up, refusing to let things end that way! He shakes his head no at the OCW fans, knowing that they paid to see a longer, more violent match.~

Hood: At least Stark tried to stay down.

Smith: This could get very ugly if this goes on much longer.

Hood: I'd say his best bet would be to run away and get counted out, but look at that guy, he hasn't been running in at least a decade.

~Miller has moved off to the side now, reaching through the ropes, as Stark is still laid out, breathing heavily. The fans react as Bam gets the chair once again, despite the ref admonishing him for it. He nods, saying he won't use it, then sets it up again in the center of the ring. He then reaches down and slowly hauls Stark up, helping the man into the seat and patting him on the shoulder. Stark nods weakly, thankful for a reprieve, as Bam backs away.~

Smith: I've got to admit, I didn't expect to see any sort of mercy here...

~As soon as Smith finishes talking, Bam is suddenly rushing forward, nailing Stark right in the head with the TGS (Knee Trigger)!!! Stark crashes out of the chair, landing hard on his back, the chair itself falling to pieces from the impact.~

Smith: Okay, that was more like what I expected.

Hood: Gotta give it to Bam Miller, he perfectly lined that up!

~The ref concentrates on getting as much debris out of the ring as he can, while Bam is back on the attack. He starts dropping elbows onto Stark's back, repeatedly, seemingly enjoying the groans coming from his so-called competition. Stark's barely moving with each hit, as he doesn't appear to have anything left in the tank. Bam, perhaps noticing this, reaches down and slowly drags Stark upwards. It's not easy, as Stark is almost dead weight at this point. But Bam manages it, staring Stark deep in the eyes. He asks Stark who he's a fan of, offering him a chance. Stark, barely conscious, mumbles the letters "X... W... F... "~

Smith: Damn, wrong response.

Hood: I would have been calling myself an OCW Fan 4 Life at this point. Anything to stop the pain!

Smith: Maybe, but at the same time, Stark looks to be in la-la land. I don't think he even knows what he's saying.

Hood: Or he's a true fan, and I guess you've gotta respect him for that.

Smith: You do?

Hood: Oh, hell, no. Kick his ass, Bam!

~Bam is currently slapping Stark in the face, seeing if he can get the guy to wake up anymore. Stark's eyes briefly seem to focus, looking scared as he realizes he's still in hell. Bam doesn't say anything more, as he's seen what he wants to see. He grabs Stark by the head and drops, landing MILLER TIME!!!! The stunner sends Stark rebounding backwards to the canvas, possibly knocking out a few teeth. Something goes flying, at any rate. Bam rolls himself over, laying backwards across Stark, looking relaxed as the ref moves in.~

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Belvedere: Here is your winner... BAM MILLER!!!!!

~The OCW crowd roars, having loved every minute of this. The XWF section is still hoping for a run-in at this point, at least those who have stuck around.~

Smith: I don't know if we can call this a big win for Bam Miller, but it was definitely a dominating one.

Hood: I was impressed. OCW wins again!

Smith: I doubt any true XWF followers will call this a defeat, Hood. But we can still celebrate it, I suppose.

Hood: Hell yeah! Party at Smith's place tonight!

Smith: What? Oh, no way, Hood, never again!

Hood: Fine, fine, we'll find a good bar then, with beautiful waitresses and great beer on draft!

Smith: It's been an exciting night, folks, but we've got to go!

Hood: Wait, but shouldn't the XWF be retaliating right now?

Smith: I guess they want us to wait for it, Hood. Something about revenge being cold?

Hood: Whatever. Bam's ready for them!

Smith: We'll see you next week!

~Bam Miller has gotten another chair now and is sitting in it inside the ring. He's got the back legs around Stark's neck, with Stark feebly trying to free himself before he's choked out. The referee is outside the ring, asking for help from OCW Security. Inside, Bam is looking in every direction, raising his arms as if to ask where his challenger is going to come from. We slowly fade out.~