We are greeted to a montage of various scenes which include:
Both Ryu Matsumoto & Shianne Lovelace being physically escorted out repeatedly from the various residences of Mr. & Mr.Sensation.
Tiberus Dupree trying to lunge at Mrs.Sensation who is actively provoking the OCW RIOT GM while "Our Hero" Mr.Sensation tries to hold him back failing to do so due to Dupree's recent weight gain causing both to fall to the floor!
A SUPERCUT of nearly a dozen different shouting matches between the "Happy Couple" spanning the globe everywhere from OCW HQ to Boca Raton, and even such far away places as Tuscaloosa Alabama, and Madrid Spain!
A scene with the "Livin" Legend Larry Mugen in the middle of the night standing in front of his KEI Truck holding up a Samsung Galaxy Tab. Like it's a boombox while "In Your Eyes" By Peter Gabriel blares with tears rolling down his face outside of Mr & Mrs. Sensations Palacial Long Island Estate.
And so much more we will not bore you with, ANYWHO we find Our Hero at his Penthouse on the Upper West Side, NYC coming home from another long day of putting out OCWFED related fires and acts of wanton violence.
Mrs.Sensation aka EMP sits in a dark room and is wearing a long "Old Country Way" TeeShirt(Coming soon to OCWFED.COM/shop) and Fuzzy,Plushie,Froggy Slippers! She sits on an expensive looking chair and adjusts her glasses as she stares at quite possibly the biggest Ultra-Wide Monitor you could ever imagine,(49 Inches, no Diddy).
As Our Hero enters the frame the Glare from the monitor blinds him!
Our Hero: JESUS, when did we buy a NEW TV?
EMP who is laser focused at the monitor.
EMP: It's monitor!
Our Hero: Monitor? That's a damn TV!, what are you doing.. Wait, is this a computer?
EMP grunts!
Our Hero surveys EMP's "HARDWARE" (The computer not his wife you sicko). Our Hero is looking at EMP's setup and notices some pretty choice parts.
Our Hero: Is that closed loop AIO? What..the...That's a 4090...wait that's 2x 4090's (One of the most expensive video cards on the market about 2400 a pop)Overclocked Liquid Cooling.
Our Hero in rare form is actually nerding out.
Our Hero: How much ram?
EMP Grunts again focused on the task at hand.
EMP: 120 something
Our Hero: DAMN!
Our Hero: How much does that set you back?
EMP: I don't know if the guy said 25.
Our Hero: $2500?
EMP: $25,000.
Our Hero: 25,000!!! GOD DAMN must be nice.
EMP Grunts again as she spams clicking on her mouse.
EMP: Paid with this.....
EMP hands Our Hero his personal credit card.
Our Hero chuckles, somewhat fatigued from the day he starts to put 2 and 2 together.
Our Hero: Wait...
Our Hero: YOU SPENT 25,000 MUTHA******* DOLANS ON THIS, YOU GOING TO SPACE? YOU LEARNING TO FLY A PLANE? YOU RUNNING AI BEATS? WHY ON EARTHLY F**** DO YOU NEED A 25,000 COMPUTER?!!!!
EMP grunts in the zone.
EMP: Ordering Limited Edition plushies....
Our Hero: WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST BUY A CHEAP MAC BOOK THEN!!!
EMP: Ew...what am I Paul Pugh! I can order plushie's at a light speed.
Our Hero: BAG IT UP RETURN IT!
EMP:No.
Our Hero: I'm not paying for this!
EMP: You already did!
Our Hero: RETURN IT!
EMP: NO!
Our Hero: Return it or ill smash it!
EMP swivels her chair to face Our Hero with black rings under her eyes and a dead zombie glazed over stare from having her face into the screen for so long.
EMP: I'll KILL YOU!
Our Hero: GREATER MEN HAVE TRIED! AND FAILED!
EMP leaps from her gaming chair like a spider monkey and pounces on Our Hero! They fall out of frame and what sounds like a tussle starts to sound like something that's not PG, Brother/Sister
The Camera Fades!
Sitting in the ominous dimly lit room we’ve seen time and time again is the unique Joanna Silver. Joanna twirling a bracelet in between her fingers, fixated on the item looks up into the camera as out of the corner we can see Brian Williams timidly sitting behind her.
Joanna: Brian, I told you. You won’t get harmed here, I promised you, and I promised sweet Deborah. Which brings me to something that I’ve heard many little birds whisper about the past weeks.
Joanna: Why Deborah? Why align with her? Well the answer isn’t as simple as most of you would try to make it out to be. See… Deborah, I see in her like Caleigh and Morgan saw in me. I see in her like I see in my lovely River.
Joanna: Promise. Fortitude. Unrelenting grit. While I’ve had many battles in OCW, the hardest ones weren’t from inside that ring. It was the battles in this very house, in the sanctuary that I felt safe which was disrupted time and time again.
Joanna looks back down at the bracelet as she puts it on her wrist but then takes it back off.
Joanna: The two women who meant the most to me… they both left to seek their higher purposes, their highest faith. I promised them that I would standby and be here waiting for them… a promise I won’t break but in a world full of some many hopeless wanderers how much can one Faithful take and endure?
Joanna: I will protect this House until my time is done. I will protect Deborah and River until my body cannot stand anymore. I will continue to show this world, you, the wanderers that the Faith IS the answer.
Joanna: Violence, peace, or everything in between. It doesn’t matter to me, my word is bond, and I will do EVERYTHING to protect this House of Faith. I will do EVERYTHING to carry on the word of Caleigh and Morgan.
Joanna drops the bracelet on the ground and stands up turning to Brian as he walks up to him.
Joanna: Cmon now dear Brian. We mustn’t keep her waiting. The world has so much to see and the Faith has so much to share. Whether they like it or not.
As Brian stands up and begins to walk out of the room Joanna cracks a maniacal smile and then turns back around following him as the cameras fade down turning to black.
ROOKIE DEBUT BELLE vs. KIRA NIGHTINGALE
The cacophony of the arena was still ringing in their ears as Anthony Martin and Paul Harris staggered into their dressing room, the door slamming shut behind them, cutting off the din.
The room, cluttered with the detritus of countless shows — discarded gear, half-empty water bottles, and the faint scent of liniment — seemed to vibrate with the energy of their recent match.
Anthony, a grizzled veteran with scars that told stories of battles won and lost, flopped onto a bench, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. His body ached, but it was a familiar, comforting pain.
Tonight, they had done the impossible; they had beaten the new OCW Tag Team Champions in a non-title match. The victory was a testament to their grit and surprising synergy.
Paul, the younger but equally weary technical submission master, leaned against the wall, breathing heavily. His usual expression was softened by a rare smile. He had been forced to team with Anthony against his better judgment on two occasions now, but their unbeaten streak was beginning to change his perspective.
A-Mart: Did you see the look on their faces?
Anthony chuckled, wiping sweat from his brow with a towel.
A-Mart: Priceless. They didn't know what hit 'em.
Paul nodded, a faint smirk playing on his lips.
PH: We just shocked the world.
The two men, so different in style and personality, were finding common ground in their victories. Anthony, the brawler with a heart of gold, and Paul, the technician with a mind for strategy, were becoming an unexpected force in the tag team division.
As the adrenaline slowly ebbed, the room settled into a comfortable silence. Anthony reached into his bag and pulled out a couple of beers, tossing one to Paul. They cracked them open, the sound a small celebration in itself.
A-Mart: To us…
Anthony said, raising his can.
A-Mart: To the most unlikely tag team this company has ever seen.
Paul clinked his can against Anthony's.
PH: To being number one contenders…
Paul added, taking a long drink.
The victory tonight wasn't just another notch on their belts; it was a statement. They were no longer the overlooked, the disrespected.
They had beaten the champions, and everyone knew what that meant. They were next in line for a title shot, and no one could deny it.
A-Mart: How'd you feel about that finish?
Anthony asked, looking at Paul with genuine curiosity.
A-Mart: That piledriver was killer, huh?
PH: I don’t think RyVaughn saw it coming… I was surprised Devon kicked out of Were you an Arsenal fan before the brain injury?
A-Mart: Me too, I thought you had him.
They both celebrated, the sound filling the small room with a warmth that was rare in their world of rivalries and backstage politics. It was in these moments, away from the cameras and the roaring crowd that, perhaps, a real bond was formed.
PH: You know…
Paul said, his tone more serious.
PH: I wasn't too thrilled about being teamed up at first. Thought it was a bad call.
Anthony nodded, understanding.
A-Mart: Yeah, I got that. And look at us now.
PH: Yeah.
Paul said, his gaze thoughtful.
PH: Look at us.
There was a pause as they both reflected on the journey that had brought them here. Anthony had been in the business for a long time, his career a rollercoaster of highs and lows. Paul, though younger, had fought his own battles for recognition.
Together, they were proving that sometimes, the whole is greater than the sum of its parts. The door to their dressing room opened, and a few of their fellow wrestlers peeked in, offering congratulations and good-natured ribbing.
The atmosphere was jovial, the camaraderie genuine. Anthony and Paul were no longer just two guys thrown together; they were an undefeated team with a definitive win over the OCW World Tag Team Champions.
Sheldon is sitting on a bench in front of his locker, wearing a red hoodie with the hood pulled up.
Sheldon: So ... for the past matches I was in, I did nothing but deliver ace work after ace work, and yet I hear this poisonous whisper of "Sheldon being on the decline. Owen got the better of him, all this yapping on, On, and ON.
Sheldon: My honeymoon phase in OCW is over; it felt like this for a long time. I constantly get reminded that I am not good enough. It's funny how people always remember your bad work longer than any good you did.
Sheldon: At the moment, people, I feel yet lost again like so many times before. All the people close to me left me, moved on, stabbed me in the back, or vanished altogether.
Sheldon: Trust is really something I don't have at the moment. But what I really long for is a bit of empathy, understanding, and recognition for the battles I'm fighting. I get that from people like Parca and such, but it feels like I need more.
Sheldon: People must be tuned to realize what I put in here or elsewhere. Even worse, some guys criticize me for traveling to more companies, saying I damage my loyalty.
Sheldon: What kind of messed up thinking is that? It hurts, but maybe I'm just making this all up in my head. Yeah, it's probably that.
Sheldon: I want to do what I am good at. But it's hard, and maybe that's what it will always be. At the moment, I just need to get a grip again, so do not take my ramblings too seriously right now.
Sheldon: When you see me walk down the ramp in the following shows, blank out the look of concern on my face and just cheer as loud as you can, just so I know for myself that I still do something, right?
With that, Sheldon leaves the scene, and it fades to black.
The Lobby’s theme hits through the arena blasters but only one half makes his way to the stage.
Rust Cohle, saluting the crowd to the ring, all smiles, ready to address what happened last week during Turmoil’s Main Event, where the International Champion Aleksander Bolek viciously attacked his opponent Gonzalo Munoz with a steel chair, when RustVP himself made the save.
Rust: Bonjour, Idiots !
Rust: As you can see my partner in crime is not here with me tonight, but fear not, we have been talking about this and he has to handle his ambition stuff as well as that sort of Dark Mugen type of problem.. And if you listen to this Larry, believe me, Pugh is going to get your ass.
Crowd pops.
Rust: Okay let’s not waste time here. I said I wasn’t done with the coward that is Bolek and I meant it. First retention with a DQ and an attack ? Great start to your career, Champ.
Rust: Now.. I know the answer already, if I call you out here, you have been running from Pugh and I for so long, Bash had to give you directions for you to somehow grow a pair that vanished as fast as your reign will.. You want to use weapons and attack people ?
Rust: Well, Try that on me.
Bolek’ music hits, the International Champion very slowly making his way to the ring.
Bolek: Rust, Rust, Rust….
Bolek: It seems like the tables have turned…it is you who calls my name now looking to get some attention.
Bolek: Running away from you and Pugh? Do you remember what happened the last time we met in the ring? If not, I’ll remind you, you were down on the floor watching your friend burn.
Crowd boos.
Bolek: And Bash? He doesn’t give me orders, the champ receives orders from no one.
Bolek: But I'm not here to discuss my relation with Bash. You interfered last week on my match and I know why you did it, it wasn’t because of Gonzalo, it wasn’t because of me, it was because you are obsessed with being the main attraction.
Bolek: But look at you now, the shadow of what you used to be, or maybe not even that, maybe you have always been like this, but now you can’t hide it anymore Rust.
Bolek: Yes you have won a lot of championships I’ll give you that, but where was the Frenchize when it really mattered?
Bolek: Let’s make a little recap. Quartz has always beat you, Nate Ortiz beat you, Drago Cesar beat you, you betrayed Tony and he beat you, Sheldon beat you, Aries beat you, heck even on my first day here I watched how Wrex destroyed you.
Bolek: Maybe at some point you were special….but now, when I look you in the eyes, I don’t see that fire you used to have, now I only see an old and tired Frenchman pretending to be best friends with the British guy.
Bolek: Tell me, how long is it gonna take for you to betray him like you always do? Maybe that would make you relevant for a couple months, until inevitably you lose all your momentum again.
Bolek: You should’ve followed the steps of your stupid sister and retired when you could. Don’t think I have forgotten that you almost ended my career, and if I have the chance to do it…. I will end yours.
Both men lock eyes on each other, the tension is palpable between the two.
Bolek: But not anytime soon. I am the Champ, I decide now. It is on my time, not yours or anybody else's..
Bolek: Plus there are way more deserving people than a former champ way past his prime and relying on his name to continue stealing spots from younger people. You are washed and I won’t give you the spotlight you desperately want. Retire already.
Bolek leaves the ring while Rust gets the mic to his mouth, with a puzzled look, and without saying a single word, lowers his hand, seemingly in his head.
Bolek’s music hits as he smirks at Rust from the stage.
