Post by Marcus Welsh on Dec 18, 2021 1:30:50 GMT -5
OCW Presents: 24/7
From the OCW Arena
Post Christmas Party/Pre Access Denied
And here's your typical 24/7 thread. All things that aren't challenges or related to any PPV feud(s) will be posted in this thread. This thread will close on January 30th.
Post by Marcus Welsh on Dec 18, 2021 11:59:01 GMT -5
~Welsh exits his office...the stench of elephant is too much. He walks down the hallway...Cap Slock, Sugar, and Mike (atop Gregory) follow. Welsh pauses, spotting something magnificent in the distance~
Marcus Welsh: Guys. GUYS. I almost forgot...we've got a new job...errr...enhan...we've got a new wrestler I want you all to meet!
~Welsh throws his arms toward the man with a magnificent aura~
Marcus Welsh: Introducing...
~We cut to a mustachioed middle aged white man. He puts his hands on his hips and tosses his head back and forth in slow motion with a golden aura behind him. A seductive voice whispers~
Post by Veronica Strader on Dec 18, 2021 13:10:58 GMT -5
~Cara was sweating and she was extremely nervous. She hadn’t been here since the infamous day they all got locked out of the arena following the Monday Night Massacre that never saw the light of day. She certainly didn’t expect to be sneaking into the OCW Arena to confront her sister’s other personality. She ducks into a locker room as KNUX and CAP SLOCK are having a conversation walking the halls.~
KNUX: No, Cap. I am not bringing your cousin SHIFT onto the security team.
CAP SLOCK: COME ON HE WOULD BE AN ASSET! WAY MORE RELIABLE THAN TAB!
~Cara sees her opening and continues down the corridor towards ‘Catering’ but hasn’t caught on that Chuck, Head of Veronica’s security, is not far behind and who can blame her for not noticing? Zybala just noticed him the other day and the Good Guy has been in OCW since Jane Doe showed up. He pulls out what looks like a Fishers Price toy walkie-talkie. We switch to Veronica’s locker room and of course, there is a camera recording it all. This is OCW, not Sex Club. Anyway, Veronica is in her Outcast t-shirt, faded blue jeans, white sneakers and picks up an actual walkie-talkie as Chuck’s voice comes through.~
“Ma’am, Subject: Frybag potsticker, is in the chicken coop, over.”
“Alright, whereabouts? Over,” Veronica asks, looking at her fingernails on her right hand extended out in front of her.
“NuggieVille, ma’am, over” Chuck responds, sounding fairly hungry. Good Guy Security Services need to eat too!
“Roxxie, NuggieVille?” She asks one half of her entourage as Marcy is laying on the black leather couch, resting, in the locker room that once belonged to Peter Vaughn until he decided he was a damn dirty traitor.
“Catering, Ronnie. Chuck loves the Poblano Pepper Chicken Nuggets,” she responds looking up from her iPad.
“Ok Chuck, I am on my way. I’ll catch her at the weight room. Do you have it all set up? Over.”
“Yes ma’am. The fucking bitch won’t come near this arena ever again after this. Over.”
Veronica looks over at Roxxie and Marcy with a sadistic grin on her face. She starts to leave but stops and turns to her ladies one more time.
“Roxxie, stay here and keep an eye on Marcy,” she says, and quickly exits. Marcy looks over at Rox.
“What do you think she is going to do?” she asks softly. Roxxie shrugs.
“Nothing good, Marce, nothing good.”
We switch back to Chuck, who is sneaking around on tiptoes as he watches Cara Strader peak her head out of a broom closet she ducked into so Lord Allton’s crew didn’t see her as they continue to help Mike Zybala find out who’s been attacking the roster while Poblano is on a holiday excursion.
“Shit, that was close. Ok, Veronica… where the fuck are you?” she asks out loud, and she comes to a sudden stop as the hairs on her neck stand when a voice answers her.
“I’m right here, Cara. The better question is, what the hell are you doing here?”
Cara turns slowly and is slightly caught off guard to see her sister standing there, with Chuck straddling Vee’s forearm, brandishing a knife. Maybe she shouldn’t have smoked that spliff before coming in.
“Why do you have a Chucky doll? I hate those things,” Cara retorts, creeped out.
“I’ll show you who’s a fucking doll, you BITCH!” Chuck tries to leave his perch on Veronica’s forearm, causing Cara’s eyes to go wide with shock, swinging the knife at her. Veronica strokes the hair of the head of her security detail, putting him down. She crouches down so she can look him in the eye.
“It’s ok, Chuck, go get yourself some of those Poblano Pepper Nuggets and head back to Roxxie and Marcy, ok? I got this bitch,” she says, looking up at Cara with a deathly glare. Chuck scurries off to catering after giving Cara the middle finger, and Veronica stands back up, cracking her neck side to side getting ready for the brawl that is undoubtedly coming.
“I am not gonna even ask how that’s possible,” Cara says, watching Chuck disappear around the corner. “Veronica, I want my sister back.”
Vee smiles, shaking her head gently.
“Oh, Cara, how many times do I have to tell everyone that Victoria is gone, and you are all to blame for that?” she asks rhetorically, not giving Cara a chance to reply. “If you were so interested in the well-being of your sister, you wouldn’t have let that waste of air Themis near her; you would’ve kept Knox from being a destructive piece of shit to Victoria. Look at Hope; she’s getting tapped three ways from Sunday by the son of a woman he let overdose on the shitty black tar he was injecting in his veins. She was crying out for help, and every last one of you let her hang by that thin thread. Now I am here, protecting her from what Diogenes did when he abducted her at Masters of Macabre,” her nostrils flare with every word as she pulls her hair back and ties it into a ponytail from a hairband around her wrist.
“I always tried to be there for her; she blocked us all out,” Cara snaps back, rolling up the black sleeves of her throwback Space Lord shirt. She knows a fight is coming.
“Right, she blocked you all out. How is it in a world so ‘woke’ you all are so deft when it comes to mental health? You all watched her get beat down, being called sad, pathetic, weak and act so goddamn surprised that the only one to come to her aid was me, the other part of her? You made that mistake, and I am the price you all will pay,” she replies through the Strader family sneer, adjusting the rings on her fingers for extra damage.
Cara sighs as she looks around, seeing a bit of an audience gathering among the OCW staff and fans as the fraternal twin knows things are about to get bloody.
“So, this is how it’s going to be, Vee?” she asks, a tear rolling down her cheek.
Veronica responds with a single nod before letting out a primal scream as she rushes at the Stoner Strader. Cara gets her left forearm up, blocking a right-hand shot, but Veronica anticipated the block as her left hand comes up from below connecting with a European Upper-Cut, sending Cara flying back, spit and blood spraying out of her mouth. She wipes it away and yells back at her. She begins peppering left and rights in an MMA style she had been taken lessons in, causing Vee’s head to pop back a few times, blood and spit flying her mouth as well.
“Knock her teeth out, boss!” Roxxie yells out as one of the onlookers. Marcy is stomping her foot, trying to pump up her boss and friend while Chuck stands by The Head Mistresses’ feet eating from his plate of Poblano Pepper Nuggets. They couldn’t sit back to watch on a monitor. They are Vee’s ride and die.
“Yeah, boss! Show that bitch who’s number one!” Chuck yells, with his little mouth full of chewed-up 100% Chicken breast. Grab your Poblano Chicken Nuggets from any Piggly Wiggly grocer nationwide.
Veronica laughs as she grabs a handful of auburn-coloured curls, and with speed, runs Cara face-first into the wall, blood smearing all over the painted white concrete blocks.
CRUNCH
Veronica smashes Cara’s face three more times into the unforgiving wall, her nose twisted to the side and blood pouring out.
“You had enough, you fried bag of shit?!” Veronica yells that question into her sister’s ear. Cara, the ever-defying Strader they all are, smiles through the blood.
“Not a chance, bitch,” she spits on Veronica’s white sneakers, essentially wrecking them with a bloodstain. “Be Ike Turner and put some stank on it at least.”
Cara breaks Vee’s hold, takes her elbow and brings it back hard across her chin, stunning Vee slightly. Cara doesn’t stop, sending a punch to Veronica’s side with her middle finger extended digging into the side of her ribs, making her yelp. Roxxie seeing her friend is in trouble goes to help her, but Veronica holds her hand out to stop her.
“No! I got this.”
“You sure bitch? I am getting my sister back!” she exclaims with an Irish-Whip that sends Veronica into a merch stand, sending a bunch of Lurrr and Chad Vargas sweatshirts flying all over the place. By this point, more fans leave their seats in the arena and head to the common area where the brawl between the sisters is happening. The fans? They love the ultra-violence.
Veronica picks herself back up, grabs a Vargas sweatshirt, and, in one swift movement, she ducks a clothesline attempt, slings the shirt around Cara’s neck and Veronica twists it tight. Cara’s hands do their best to keep the sweatshirt from choking her out, but Veronica tugs hard, dragging her sister.
“Well, since you can’t seem to figure that you should leave me the fuck alone, it’s time for the Stoner Strader Princess to go for a flight,” she says, her tongue forked as Lucifer’s would be.
The cameras follow Veronica as she drags the Thotty-One to an elevator. They get on, and the camera follows, making sure to catch everything. Vee looks at the cameraman.
“Be a doll and hit the top floor?” She asks with a smirk. Cara struggles, sending elbows into Veronica’s side, but the Trans-Atlantic puts her right knee into the lower spine of the stoner Strader making her buckle and fall to her knees. The cameraman hits the button, and the elevator jolts to life. Vee stares into the camera while twisting the sweatshirt around Cara’s neck for a better grip.
“You see OCW fans; this is how much this company means to me, means to Victoria. I made her a promise that I wouldn’t seek out Cara here, but she had to go and put her nose into business that didn’t involve her. Isn’t that right, asshat?” she asks, Cara’s face starting to turn a shade of blue as she spits out two words.
“Fuck you!”
“Fuck me? No sweetheart, FUCK YOU!” she yells down at Cara, smashing her elbow down on her forehead.
The elevator reaches the top, which is roughly three stories high from the ground. The cameraman keeps a safe distance away from the two as the OCW fans have now gone outside to see if they can see the action. Veronica drags Cara to the edge and looks down at the fans. A light wind blows the ponytail gently, and Cara’s hair blows in her eyes, matted in blood.
“You see all those fans down there, Cara? They are OCW fans, the best fans in the world!”
The fans cheer down below and in the arena as it’s being broadcasted on not only the OCWTron inside but a large screen outside on the side of the building. The OCW fans are ravenous, and Veronica is feeding off of it.
“What are you going to do?” Cara does her best to ask the question as she can barely breathe, but panic is starting to set in, and she realizes her mistake in coming to Key West.
“Haha, oh, I think you know,” Veronica replies, her words dripping with venom.
Veronica leads the stoner back towards the roof side door, and she lets out a visceral roar from deep in her gut as she starts to run towards the edge dragging Cara.
“GOODBYE BITCH!”
Veronica stops just before the edge but launches Cara right off the side of the arena. The fans go quiet as she floats through the air with lightning speed, but it seems like it goes on forever for anyone watching and for Cara herself.
CRUNCH!!!
The heavy-duty plastic lid of a dumpster crumples, and along with the trash, as it breaks her fall and definitely saves her life. However, her left arm seems to be out of its socket at her shoulder and bone fragments stick out of her left forearm. Five more inches, and it would’ve been pavement and the end of her life. The fans are no longer quiet and begin chanting.
OCW Fans(inside and out): HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Paramedics that are nearby eating takeout in their ambulance come rushing over to the injured Strader after witnessing Cara being tossed off the arena. The Camera that followed the Strader Sisters up looks directly at the sneering face of the Trans-Atlantic Champion as she looks down at the damage she has caused. The sneer turns to a smirk as she raises her head and looks into the camera.
“OCW personnel and fans are the only ones allowed in the Arena, so I took out the trash,” she says, flames flickering behind her glasz coloured eyes, and the devil’s laugh leaves her mouth.
Zybala: he looks glorious Marcus. I just wanted to ask you what you thought about a company wide trip/vacation...
Welsh: What are you talking about?
Zybala: Well, Curt looked so downtrodden when he had the vacation gift taken from him. I started to feel bad for him. Then I remembered that I actually own the island and hotel. So I thought why not treat the entire roster and all our workers to a week-long, all-expenses-paid stay at the Exile Island Hotel and Casino! Obviously, they would have to spend their own money at the casino, but food, rooms and excursions would be free. It would be my Christmas present for everyone! As long as they recieve an OCW paycheck, they're invited.
Zybala: he looks glorious Marcus. I just wanted to ask you what you thought about a company wide trip/vacation...
Welsh: What are you talking about?
Zybala: Well, Curt looked so downtrodden when he had the vacation gift taken from him. I started to feel bad for him. Then I remembered that I actually own the island and hotel. So I thought why not treat the entire roster and all our workers to a week-long, all-expenses-paid stay at the Exile Island Hotel and Casino! Obviously, they would have to spend their own money at the casino, but food, rooms and excursions would be free. It would be my Christmas present for everyone! As long as they recieve an OCW paycheck, they're invited.
Marcus Welsh: Wouldn't that kinda...I don't know, minimize the gift Tony the Spider won?
Zybala: I see it as him getting another week free. There was no time frame on the gift I brought. He can join the company vacation and then cash in the gift for another week or use it for another time. All I need from you is permission to let the gang go away from the company for a week. Or if you wanna be a stickler, I'm sure I can have a ring built on the island somewhere some matches can happen.