Rick Ravage vs. Greg Stone ©
OLW Chesapeake Title Defense

Conarri: As some people may be aware, Cole Christenson suffered a severe concussion at Reindeer Games 4 at the hands of Ultra Raptor and Heidi. He’s actually defying doctors orders to wrestle here tonight. But for now, let’s get on with the next match.

[Rick Ravage walks out to the Sex Pistols' "Pretty Vacant", brooding along the way to the ring and drawing the ire of the Baltimore crowd. As he barges into the ring, he leers at the crowd, which continues their aural onslaught. This noise becomes, at best, a mixed reaction as Pantera fills the arena. Greg Stone, standing tall and valiantly, with the OLW Chesapeake Championship around his waist. He rushes to the ring, rolling in under the ropes and going straight to his corner before handing the title to the referee.]

[DING, DING, DING!]

[Ravage and Stone trade stares while circling around the ring, locking up into a grapple. Ravage breaks up the grapple with a knee to the ribs, and lands a few closed rights while pushing Stone to the corner. The ref immediately breaks up the grapple, which leaves Stone able to gather his thoughts. He lunges for a grapple, and puts Ravage in a side headlock. Ravage uses his stocky frame to whip Stone into the ropes, but misses a clothesline, allowing Stone to lock on the full nelson. The crowd pops for the Stone Wall tease, but Ravage manages to power Stone into the turnbuckle back-first, prompting the hold to be broken. Ravage follows through by landing an avalanche splash and whipping Stone to the opposite corner. Ravage dashes towards Stone, landing an avalanche clothesline before tossing the dazed Stone to the mat for a pin attempt.]

ONE!

[The first pin attempt of the match is cut short, but Ravage manages to hit Stone with a bootscrape while he struggles to get up, followed by a soccer kick to the ribs, making Stone roll to the outside of the ring. Ravage follows suit, landing a few kicks to Stone's back while he gets back up with the help of the ring apron. Stone slowly comes to his senses, but not before Ravage gives him one final kick to the ribs. Fists start to fly, as the ref administers the ten-count. By the count of four, Stone manages to land a knee into Ravage's gut, and attempts a powerbomb before Ravage cunningly takes the low road, breaking away from Stone's clutches. Stone tries to mount an offense, and succeeds courtesy of a successful choke hold, after which Stone tosses Ravage into the guardrail. With the ref's count now at seven, Stone rolls back in and out of the ring, resetting the count.]

[Stone takes the offensive, grabbing Ravage by the throat and repeatedly slamming him into the guardrail, before grabbing him by the head and toss him headfirst into the ringpost. He whips Ravage back under the ropes, and follows suit, adding to Ravage's misery courtesy of a chokeslam and a cover.]

ONE!

TWO!

[Ravage manages to scrap out a kickout, but Stone just continues his offense, hitting, in succession, a short-arm clothesline, a DDT (subtle homage to Jake Roberts), and a series of stomps. Ravage gets to his feet, and manages to block a punch, countering with a headbutt to Stone's nose. Ravage staggardly lands a few punches before turning Ravage around and hitting him with an atomic drop. Now on his hands and knees, Stone falls prey to a kneedrop to the back. Ravage puts on a sleeperhold and wraps his legs around Stone's waist, completing the 'Maytag' submission hold. However, with his long reach, Stone graps onto the bottom rope, prompting a break. Ravage, slightly miffed by the call, gets to his feet and hops onto the middle rope, landing a legdrop and a cover.]

ONE!

TWO!

[Stone kicks out, and rolls away from Ravage, who is held back by the ref. As Stone gets to his feet, he slowly starts grunting, slamming his hand on the mat and glareing at Ravage. The ref ducks in time to avoid a vicious clothesline by Stone, dropping Ravage like a bad habit, and allowing Stone to signal In Too Deep. Stone climbs up the turnbuckle, but misses the legdrop, while Ravage, in an act of desperation, rolls out of the ring, lumbering towards the timekeeper's table, where he snatches the Chesapeake title. As Stone recovers from the missed legdrop, Ravage gets into the ring, promptly giving Stone a faceful of gold.]

[The ref calls for the bell, while Ravage continues his onslaught of the champion. Another beltshot prompts the ref to get on him, trying to pry him away from the fallen champion. Ravage simply pushes the ref away, then stands over Stone, putting the title on his carcass before making the "title belt" gesture around his waist. Ravage makes a break outside the ring, taunting the crowd and the winner by DQ, Greg Stone.]

[Backstage.]

[Kai Scott is walking down the hallway. Clad in cargo pants and an IWA T-shirt, the sight of the Union leader – and OLW President – causes the fans to erupt in cheers. Audible from back where he is, Kai grins.]

[And walks straight into Jack “The Ripper” Cassidy.]

Cassidy: Woah… better watch where you’re going, Mr. President.

Scott: President? I’m the king, son. Now move.

[Appearing from the shadows, Troy Matthews, Alex Markham, Leon Maddox and Renae LeRoux appear, to stand behind Cassidy.]

Cassidy: Can’t take a hint, huh Kaiser? Now listen carefully, ok? And I’m a say this all slow so as you can understand me…

[Cassidy’s speech slows down to a snail’s crawl.]

Cassidy: Better…watch… where… you’re… going… mister… president… got it?

[Kai Scott folds his arms across his chest.]

Scott: So, Bishop got her money’s worth out of Heidi, huh? Well, half her money’s worth anyway.

Cassidy: Game’s over, Kai. I’m gonna be enjoying seeing Heidi and Raptor kick the hell out of you.

Scott: …ok. First of all, you’re a lackey. Lackey’s aren’t important enough to get away with sassing me. But seeing as I happen to have left my kendo stick somewhere that is not here, I’m going to give you an errand instead of a beating. Comprende?

Cassidy: Hey, look here…!

Scott: No. You talk big shit when you have people to watch your back, but I’ve seen you scurrying around back here, fetching Raptor a soda, carrying Heidi’s stuff. Now you’re all up on Avarice’s ass too, and I’m not buying it if you tell me you’re only trying to get a look up his wife’s skirt. Now take a message, lackey.

Cassidy: I’ve had enough of this shit, Kai…

Scott: Also, seeing as we now know I’m the OLW President, here’s this. If either of you two NGN dipshits take one step forward, you’re fired. And if either of you SS Syndicate dipshits take a step forward, I’m barring you from competing for the CAL World Titles. Now listen the fuck up, and take a message to Angelina Bishop.

[Scott clears his throat.]

Scott: Ask Angelina Bishop if she’s stupid enough to think that I wouldn’t have a backup plan formulated in case my cover as an administrator got blown. And tell her this, also…

[Scott leans forward. At 6 ft 3, he stands significantly taller than the 5 ft 11 Cassidy.]

Scott: Tell her that all she’s doing is forcing my hand when she doesn’t even know the cards I’m holding. And remind her that I’m not afraid to take the CAL down with me if I end up losing. Now, can you remember that, squirt?

Voice: There’s no need for him to remember, Kai. I heard every word you said.

[Scott’s face twitches, thought the half-smirk doesn’t go away, as Heidi steps out into the midst of the other 5 wrestlers.]

Heidi: AND, I have a message for you.

Scott: Oh yeah?

Heidi: Yeah. Angelina Bishop requests your presence in her office. She says she doesn’t mind if you decide to go grab your kendo stick, or even get a couple other wrestlers to come with you. You know, just in case I trip and accidentally kick you so hard your eyes pop out of your skull, or some other “disaster” like that. Oh, and Jack?

Cassidy: Yeah?

Heidi: Paco wants to know what’s the holdup with his Code Red.

[Troy Matthews breaks into laughter. We end here.]