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Nick's Review Let's go. PAGE ONE Rust Cohle Is Looking For A Fight! - Cohle was looking for a fight, and lo and behold he got one. With one show left until the PPV, I have to wonder what this leaves Cohle and KD to do. VALcano and VALkyrie Promo Love the HIMYM intro. The idea of a heel "superhero" who overestimates their powers is an interesting take. All it needs is a feud. Manik Mercer vs. Maxx Edwards - Manik Mercer makes his return. Mercer has an interesting look, but I don't know anything about him. No pre-match promo, no promo room segment, no nothing. I want to hear from him. Otherwise, standard match-up. Parca and Reese Promo Lucha Country ponder their next opponents during a classic comedy bit. I'm going to do a little bit of commentary here so feel free to debate me on this. There's been a lot of talk recently about how there aren't many consistent, long-term, successful tag teams in OCW. Thing is, outside of Lucha Country, the tag team scene is weakish. And competitively, beating Lucha Country is a monumental task. There is high risk and little reward to forming a tag team, beating some makeshift or weaker teams, losing to LC, and having no real competition left. Marisa Welch Is Back On The Scene! - Once again, I want to tune into Marisa's segment every week. She addresses what happened last week. She talks about Asher's big, strong BAT, which puts heat on someone that can use that heat rather than an AI, etc. She sets up a reason I should watch next week. Beautiful. PAGE TWO H2O Promo Pressure makes diamonds, loving the metaphor here. Solid promo. Joanna Silver vs. Sue Plex vs. Evelyn Parker - Parca apologized for the awkward cuts already, standard fare match-up where everyone wanted to get their Sue Plex on. Archer and Feinstein Promo "No, not you, you’re not an imbecile, I was speaking to the Jew." There goes our TV deal. Archer still trying to get the new UAE together. Terra Daturas Has Some Choice Words For Valkyrie! - The Diamond was Ashley Moore Consulting! Like the manager packaging, interested to see how Terra and Ashley will "destroy" Valkyrie. Kassidy and TY Promo Kassidy needs something to do other than game, taking TY under his wing will work. Will he abuse TY like so many others have? :( PAGE THREE The Last Blacksmith Has Had Enough! - Iceman is doing what Blacksmith had done to so many before, getting under his skin. We're getting Matteo, not Blacksmith. I'm interested to see what that means, and I would love to see an attire to reflect it. He challenges Mac to accendi, and Mac lights the fire. Good stuff. P3 Promo Go read it. T.Y. Sparks Jr. & A.C. Cobra vs. The Wrestling Club - COBRA MAKE THE TAG GODDAMNIT. Anyway. Standard fare, WC loses again. Colin and Parca Promo Parca reminisces about old times with Colin, worth reading yourself. Holly Hunter Has Crossed The Line! - Holly pushed, slapped, and slammed around Emp's grandmother. Not her mother, her sister, her damn grandmother. Emp put her through a table and called it a day. I'm sorry, fuck a match. If I beat your grandmother to the point of being carried out on a stretcher, I wanna see you beat my ass to near death. That's my 2. Purple Lotus and Lady Caleigh Promo Lotus falls victim to the cult. PAGE FOUR Jon Carter Promo ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Aisu and Wrex Promo The Benchmark, another team. Let's see how this goes. Darryl Webster vs. Jon Carter - Whiff whiff whiff whiff whiff squash. Jehst and Morrison Promo Michael can't get over it, and Jehst doesn't wanna hurt him. I anticipate a payoff. BACKSTAGE EXCLUSIVE! - QC Connect looks to get involved, probably during the Clark Effect next week. The climax [:p] is coming. The Wig and B17 Promo B is crazy. Colin Locke vs. Aisu - Scooooooop. Valkyrie and Dragana Promo Dragana is reasonably confused, Bubba is too big, and the hunt for a tag partner continues! FINALE B17 and Quartz Promo B17 tries to play hero, Quartz reminds him that he did the exact same thing. A super match on the horizon? The Clark Effect: Special Guest OCW Champ, Quartz! - Quartz says Stacy Clark is Fake News and goes for an assault, allowing AC Cobra to make the save. Good use of Spider to take the heat beatings for Quartz. Judge Leroy Brown III Promo Unreviewed. Danny Watts vs. Doc - Watts convincingly beats Doc. When Watts did well against B17, I thought it was a fluke not gonna lie, but this is definitive. I know the full breakup of Dominion has been teased, but I feel like Watts could benefit with a manager post-break. Lesnar/Heyman vibes.

Nick's Twisted Tea Review With a 24 fl. oz. can of Twisted Tea® Half & Half, I'm ready to get this bad boy on the road. Let's get it. PAGE ONE VALcano Promo The ole' 'cano took a loss and went for a redesign, fair enough. With the insults to Silver and Debbie, she seems like a heel. A superheel, you might say. I await a feud for her true colors. Valkyrie/Empress Promo "how's your head... I haven’t heard any complaints yet.... [o]h you mean the cake" Valk is disappointed by Emp's big-timing. Will the frustration mount and boil over? Debbie D vs. VALcano - VAL is small, holy shit. She also got her ass whooped, no color, no question. So far into 2K19, the skill gap is noticeable with most new rookies. I would recommend reaching out to veterans for DMs, no disrespect to the veterans of DM chat (Jake mentioned that VALcano DM'd after the match and improved). Losing all the time is no issue, I know from experience. Getting whooped everytime is another thing, and while we are a hybrid fed, the competitive aspect is important. Cort and Jehst Promo 'MURRRRRRRRRRRRICA Hollywood USA vs. KD and Shepard - I still love KD's theme. Classic tag team action, no complaints from me. B17 and Not Caine Promo "Bingo delivers the coup de grace" Most unrealistic thing I've seen so far. Also did B just bingo punch a cat? PAGE TWO Quartz Promo Classic Quartz and Spider. Pillars of Greatness Promo - Passion, Engagement, Experience, and Success - PEES. A diamond. I don't know who this is, and I'm bad at guessing. Reese, TLB, and Parca Promo Lucha Country dare not approach the unsuccessful vampire. Entertaining, certainly. Alex Asher vs. Hunter McIntyre - Carter socked McIntyre at Clash, where's that feud gone? Maybe I'm active and uninformed. Duckunder vs. overriding move vs. running move vs. whatever the fuck. Beyond me to tell anyone how to play the game but I would personally avoid stacking a moveset with dropkicks and duckunders. Which is sad because I love the Asher/Marisa storyline happening right now. Edwards and Feinstein Promo The original UAE went by the wayside, now Feinstein and Archer look to rebuild. The Mega Bucks again. Maxx says fuck that, Feinstein eats his lunch (literally). Wonder what Maxx is up to next? Iceman and Blacksmith Promo The Iceman is a great promo, plus he looks the part. Some say that ditching Leo Grimm wasn't the move, but I say that the best gimmick is one that you enjoy and are most comfortable with. Being adaptable is great, but if you don't think you see a path forward after searching, that's your choice and frankly Iceman has proved to be a force in his own right. Is Blacksmith losing his shine, losing his fire? Will the Iceman prey on that? The extinguish line was a banger. For future promos, I would suggest muting the discord/phone/etc. for the immersion but that's just a nitpick. PAGE THREE Dominion Promo Watts is showing hesitation towards his Dominion bretheren, questioning the motives of the veterans. Tension building? Regardless, Rusty wants to prove a point on his own. Locke & Key Promo Unreviewed. Judge Leroy Brown III vs. Jon Carter - Unreviewed. Cobra and Quartz Promo Quartz dumps the video games cause violence trope right on AC Cobra's head, delicious. Given their history, Cobra is a great first defense other than Cohle. Problem is, the skill gap is too wide. There needs to be something in that match, or something building to that match, that softens the ensuing squash. Or maybe Cobra has another moment? Comp is comp. Marisa Promo - I really don't know why I enjoy this, but Marisa and Asher have delivered week after week. I've enjoyed all of it. Asher got himself some and I loved it. If Asher cleaned up his cheese and beat some ass with Marisa by his side, I would be all-in. It's nice to see all of Marisa's efforts in something I can be invested in. PAGE FOUR Dupree and Terra Promo Terra wants to beat Valkyrie again? Damn. Wolves of Vanguard vs. Lucha Country - I hate whiff gaming (when you stand back and wait for someone to grab/strike and then hit them), period. It's ok once or twice, but not as an entire strategy. Feel free to disagree with me. Also, what's with the loud crowd and muted game audio? I personally don't prefer that either, but that's a nitpick. Empress Promo Holly takes a pic with Empress' mom, Emp is bissed. Trying to get in Emp's head, would probably be better suited to strike at the gut. H2O and Nate Ortiz Promo H2O doesn't care if he gets booed brother! FINALE Ryu Promo Spider threatens the boss with a story of Indian massacre, classy. What's coming to Jaysin Clinton Sensation? Terra, Valkyrie, and Heather Promo Bertha is back for blood, and so is Heather. Main Event Cluster - Wrex wins, Cohle dies, and so does Blacksmith. A classic Main Event ending if I do say so myself.

The camera opens to Terminal 2, Gate 13 of STL, the St. Louis Lambert International Airport. At the terminal desk, Solomon Caine is seen yelling at the attendant. Solomon Caine: What the fuck do you mean cancelled? Attendant: I understand you're frustrated sir, but the next flight to JFK doesn't leave until tomorrow. We have ref- Solomon Caine: NO! THAT'S NOT FUCKING ACCEPTABLE! Police officers, upon hearing the yelling, swiftly approach Caine. Male Officer 1: Is there a problem here, sir? Solomon Caine: You know what? Fuck it, no. No there isn't. Caine storms off from the desk, leaving the officers and attendant to chat about the incident. As he walks down the terminal, he whips out his cellphone and places a call. Solomon Caine: I'm not gonna make it, my flight's cancelled and the next one isn't until tomorrow... Solomon Caine: You heard what? Who's gonna be there? Caine takes a seat on a nearby bench, looking frustrated with his situation. Solomon Caine: Let me know what he says. And let me know if Danny Watts shows up too... Solomon Caine: Thanks, man. Caine hangs up the phone and puts his head in his hands. The camera fades to black.

Without a doubt, the best segment of the night in my opinion was between Asher and Marisa. What better team than the loverboy and the turbo thot? It had tension, drama, relatability, and more. It didn't pay itself off immediately, and I want to see what happens next week. Up to this point, I feel like Marisa was kind of throwing things at the wall to see what sticks and that's part of being a rookie. The effort is most certainly there. But this is the first thing that got me looking. On the flip side of the coin, I've talked about Asher in the past and his lack of effort. I so desperately want to be proven wrong by this story, especially because his ring ability can make up for Marisa in spades. Keep it going.

Alex Asher is truly the new incarnation of Jett Draven. Shows up, wins, leaves (no RPs necessary). He's good enough on the sticks (minus the cheese) that I'd love to see an involved feud, but frankly I don't know if I see it happening. A shame.

At Chill Faktor, Judge says "I'm doggone tired of sittin' around..." He's fed up with not being booked on shows or for championships or whatever. The premise of Judge, since lost in the sauce, is that he'd rather fight than litigate. Seen here in his introduction [linked]. On Turmoil, he shows up and books his own match. Who's gonna stop him? Jobber with two hands and a fighting chance comes out and Judge makes quick work of him. But he's pissed, he doesn't wanna fight jobbers. He wants to fight real competition, and he makes that clear after the match. And if he doesn't get some, he'll take it himself. And so the world turns.

2/6/2021 | 7:30pm | Denver, Colorado Following the 20 minute Ironman match for the Light Heavyweight Championship, Solomon Caine has been escorted to a local medical facility for the treatment of head injuries. The injuries are believed to have been sustained during the match and severely aggregated afterwards when Doc stomped Caine's head into the ringpost. The wrestler is believed to be in critical condition. Updates will be made available as they come.

The scene opens to Solomon Caine pacing around his living room in a t-shirt and sweatpants, with the Light Heavyweight Championship on a mantle above the fireplace. Solomon Caine: No, no, NOOOO! Caine sweeps the contents of a coffee table onto the floor, spilling a glass of white wine and soaking a book entitled "American Psycho." Solomon Caine: I can't fucking believe this. Why, why, why?! He collapses to the floor, face in his hands. A moment passes before sobs begin to be heard. Caine slams his hands onto the table, cracking the glass and revealing a ruby red face. He looks over to the Light Heavyweight Championship. Solomon Caine: I won't let him. I WON'T! THIS IS OUR TIME! Caine rushes to his feet and quickly walks over to the belt, placing his hands on it. Solomon Caine: You're not going... anywhere. I pr-promise you. Tears once again flow from Caine's face. Solomon Caine: Don't you believe me? DON'T YOU?! The camera fades to black.

The camera opens to the backstage parking garage of the 16th Anniversary arena, where a yellow cab is facing the door and the driver is resting against the car, smoking a cigarette. All of a sudden, Solomon Caine comes speeding through the backstage entrance carrying the Light Heavyweight Championship on his shoulder and wheeling a black luggage case, looking confused. Cab Driver: Good evening, sir. Caine jumps in surprise and frantically runs over to the cab, opens the trunk and throws his luggage case in the back. The cab driver walks over to Caine with a somewhat puzzled look on his face. Cab Driver: In a hurry, I see? Caine ignores him, slamming the trunk which startles the driver. Solomon Caine: Let's go... Cab Driver: I can take that for you, if you want? The driver extends his right hand, as if to take Caine's belt. Caine looks down at his hand and back up, a crazed expression on his face. Solomon Caine: ...What? Cab Driver: Your belt? Solomon Caine: ...no.. no no no. Caine's expression turns to anger as he picks up the belt off his shoulder and decks the driver, sending him tumbling off the cab. He turns to the cab and gently places the belt on the closed trunk, extending his hands as if to keep it balanced. While keeping his eyes on it, he picks up the cab driver by the head and sends him through the back door window. Caine picks the belt back off the cab, giving it a crazed smile before throwing it back over his shoulder. He glances back at the driver with a worried expression before hurrying out the garage door and speedwalking up the ramp. The camera fades to black.

The camera opens to Solomon Caine in an unidentified back alley, who rises up to take a long drag off of the cigarette in his right hand and then collapses back to the wall. Solomon Caine: A king, huh? Caine throws the cigarette to the ground and stomps on it with his barefoot. Solomon Caine: Wh.. wh-at exactly does that mean anyway? When you sit on a throne of lies? Solomon Caine: Doc "Green" would be wise to the know the hi-history of kings. Deposed, murdered, it goes on. No one, and I mean NO ONE rules for life when there's no one left to save you from the peasant with nothing left to lose. Solomon Caine: Doc "Green" is a pretender, keeping my seat warm until... I am ready to assume the throne. Caine stops and looks at the ground before grabbing at his hair. Solomon Caine: No... NO. NO! I DON'T WANT YOUR THRONE OF LIES, MR. GREEN! I AM NOT A... KING. I AM A GOD! Solomon Caine: AND MY REDEMPTION FOR YOUR SINS IS THE LIGHT HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! I WILL HAVE IT! I WILL BE WORSHIPPED FOR MY BLOOD, SWEAT, AND TEARS! Caine stops again, breathing heavily. He gets close to the camera and grabs it forcefully. Solomon Caine: You will fall to me. Caine shoves the camera to the ground and storms off as the camera fades to black.

The camera opens to a shot of the Golden Arches, a trademark of the McDonald's franchise. It pans down to the front door, then a swiping transition brings the camera to the front counter where patrons are placing their orders. A few steps away stands Solomon Caine, dressed in a t-shirt and jeans. He is looking at the menu inquistively as the front counter becomes clear of partrons. Female Cashier: Sir? Can I take your order? Solomon Caine: Oh! I'm sorry, I've never really been here before. Uhhhmm... Caine looks around frantically and sees another customer walking through the door. He inadvertently screams. Solomon Caine: ...You can go! The customer looks puzzled. Male Customer: Okay? Thanks. The customer comes to the cashier and begins placing his order while Caine steps back and continues scanning the menu. After a moment, the customer walks away and Caine is still scanning. The cashier goes to walk away from her register. Solomon Caine: Wait! Female Cashier: What?! Solomon Caine: I think I'm ready. The cashier rolls her eyes. Female Cashier: What do you want? Solomon Caine: Can I get uhhm... a... Caine starts to whisper. Solomon Caine: A cheeseburger. Female Cashier: A what? Solomon Caine: You know... a cheeseburger. Female Cashier: Sir, a what?! Solomon Caine: A FUCKING CHEESEBURGER ALRIGHT?! DAMN. Caine stops, startling himself and causing other patrons to look at him funny. Solomon Caine: I'm sorry, it's been a rough week. A cheeseburger. The female cashier is taken aback at first but keeps talking. Female Cashier: Ok, alright! Will that be all?! Solomon Caine: Uhh... The female cashier begins to look incesensed. Solomon Caine: I guess I'll have a water too. Female Cashier: Will THAT be all?! Solomon Caine: Yes, thank you... Caine finishes the transaction and the camera transitions to him sitting in a booth with the unwrapped burger in his hands. He struggles to bring it to his mouth, where he takes a Squidward-sized bite. He chews for a moment. Solomon Caine: That's pretty good. Caine takes a massive bite of the cheeseburger and then another, annoying other patrons with his loud eating. After a few bites, the burger is gone. Solomon Caine: ...I gotta get another one. The camera fades to black.

Brooklyn, New York City, New York, 10:35AM, 9/19/2020 Following his assault of interviewer Jim Black on Turmoil 254 and given his history of similar incidents, OCW management has made the decision to fine Solomon Caine $250,000 and suspend him indefinitely. After Caine/Tucker vs. Blacksmith/Hayes on Turmoil 254, bystanders reported that Caine entered the backstage area and was approached by Jim Black for an interview. He took Black's microphone and struck him over the head, then threw it at him on the ground. OCW management could not be reached for comment. Caine has a history of assaulting OCW staff, from cameramen to stagehands. Although leniency has been practiced in the past regarding these incidents, sources state that OCW management refused to overlook Caine's umpteenth assault, especially of their lead interviewer. When Solomon Caine was reached for comment, he stated "fuck 'em" and hung up. The conditions for unsuspending Caine have not been publicly reported, so therefore it is unknown when the wrestler will return to action. This article will be updated as new information is available.

The camera opens to Solomon Caine in a t-shirt and jeans walking down the sidewalk on a street lined with stores and venues. He takes a puff of a cigarette from his right hand and blows the smoke into the crisp night air. After a moment, he reaches a bench near a theatre and takes a seat. Caine looks over as the camera pans, showing a wall plastered with signs for various events around Brooklyn. The camera focuses in on one of the posters, an advertisement for Turmoil 253 featuring the tag match with Caine/Tucker vs. Blacksmith/Hayes. Caine gets up from the bench and walks over to the poster, taking another puff of his cigarette and blowing it into the air. He takes a moment to look it over. Solomon Caine: Hmmph. A theatre employee comes around the corner, shouting to Caine. Theatre Employee: Hey! No smoking here! Caine looks at the employee and lightly grinds the cigarette into the poster. He looks contemplative and turns his right foot towards the employee but holds off. Solomon Caine: Happy? Theatre Employee: Ugh. Caine walks back to the sidewalk and notices at a tattoo parlor across the street. The camera fades to black.

7/3/2020 @ 4:50PM EST Following his initial statement on Riot 555, Solomon Caine has given word to the writers of OCWFed.com that his handpicked challenger for The Last Blacksmith may appear on Riot 556. The challenger was initially slated to appear on Turmoil 250, but did not appear during the show or Blacksmith's appearance. OCWFed.com writer John Farcone contacted Solomon Caine following the show to hear his thoughts: --- John Farcone: Your challenger for The Last Blacksmith didn't appear on tonight's show, do you have any thoughts about this? Solomon Caine: Everything doesn't always go according to plan, John. My challenger wasn't ready tonight, and I wasn't about to send him out without him being 100%. John Farcone: So if not tonight, when will he be ready? Solomon Caine: I can't speak about that with absolutely certainty. Anything could happen. But right now he's ready for Riot 556, that is, if Blacksmith is man enough to face him. John Farcone: And what's to say that you're not toying with Blacksmith? Is there actually a challenger? Will he actually be at Riot 556? Solomon Caine: Are you calling me a liar, John? John Farcone: I'm just asking what everyone wants to know, Caine. Solomon Caine: So you're calling me a liar then. This interview is over, get off my line. ---

The shot begins with Solomon Caine resting on his living room couch, with Cincy sleeping at his side. After a moment, he slaps his hands down on his knees. Cincy is startled by the outburst and runs off. The camera pans over to show the TV, which shows Tucker being pinned by Reese on Riot 554. Caine grabs the remote off the coffee table in front of him and pauses the show, demonstrating that the footage is a replay. He sets the remote down and picks up his cell phone, then calls someone on speaker-phone. The phone rings once, then twice, then the person answers the phone. Solomon Caine: Hey Tucky-boy. Tucker: What Caine? I don’t have time for your games right now. Solomon Caine: I get you’re frustrated, I saw what happened on Riot. And you’re right. Let’s stop playing games. Tucker: About DAMN time! Now what do I need to do to get Cincy back? Solomon Caine: Show up on Turmoil 249, and we’re gonna sort this out. Bring a suit. Tucker: A suit? What the he…. Caine ends the call just as Tucker begins to ask questions. He sits back on his couch, then violently sweeps a lamp off of a side-table. It crashes to the ground, as Caine stares angrily at it. He jumps up off the couch and storms off as the camera fades to black.

The camera opens to a shot of Joshua Tucker holding and petting a black and orange tabby cat in the locker room. Multiple wrestlers approach and ask questions about the cat, resulting in many brief conversations. Joshua Tucker: It’s a girl. Her name is Cincy and she is named after my favorite American football team. No, I don’t mind cleaning the litter box. I wanted a tiger but the pet shop was fresh out. After a while, Tucker places Cincy down on the floor and heads off-screen. She walks around for a brief moment and then lays down. Suddenly, a shadowy figure swoops into view and gently picks her up. As the figure departs, he leaves a note on Tucker’s chair. Not a second later, Tucker returns and looks around frantically after noticing the disappearance of his cat. He eventually notices the note and snatches it off the chair. Joshua Tucker: “Whatever it takes?” Who the he…. He looks up quickly with a look of realization. Joshua Tucker: CAINE! Tucker runs out of the locker room as the camera follows. He frantically runs through the hallways of the backstage area, looking quickly back-and-forth. This occurs for a minute, then Tucker stops a stagehand and grabs him by the lapels. Joshua Tucker: YOU! I don’t remember your name right now, but have you seen Solomon Caine RECENTLY!?! The stagehand is visibly startled by Tucker’s tone. Stagehand: H… he we.. went to the garage! Tucker storms off towards the garage, with a strong look of anger on his face. As he reaches the garage, he looks off in the distance to see Solomon Caine leaning on a jet black Lincoln, holding Cincy and talking to a man dressed in a suit. Joshua Tucker: CAINE! You son of a bitch! He yells before taking off running towards the two men. Caine delivers a teep kick to push the man out of the way and quickly enters the Lincoln. He is able to start the vehicle just as Tucker reaches the left-back door handle and pulls with all of his might. The car speeds off and Tucker immediately falls to the concrete. Just at the car reaches the garage door, Caine leans out of the window and screams… Solomon Caine: You’ll learn kid! The car speeds out of the garage as Tucker watches on from his stomach. He gets up to his knees and slams both fists on the ground twice at the same time. The camera fades to black.

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The camera begins at a roundtable, where Solomon Caine is sitting and enjoying a juicy cheeseburger from a full plate. In the background, other wrestlers file through the catering line by grabbing various items of food from heated aluminum trays. As Caine goes for another bite, Jim Black appears from off-screen. Jim Black: Hey Mr. Caine, can I get a quick interview? Caine raises a finger and finishes chewing his bite, then answers. Solomon Caine: What does it look like, Jim? Jim Black: I thought you'd enjoy some camera time, considering you haven't been around since Anny. What's going on with you man? You beat Austin Lee and then disappeared. What's up with that? Solomon Caine: Conspiracy, Jim. Management doesn't want me on TV. But don't worry, I know a person... or a couple. I'll be back when the time is right. Jim Black: The rumor is you asked for time off. What's up with that? Solomon Caine: Where'd you hear that Jim? Management? Give me a break. Black pauses and then leans into Caine's ear, whispering. A few words can be made out. Jim Black: Cameraman... caught... talking... yourself... hell. Caine yells out. Solomon Caine: So you think I'm crazy, huh?! Is that what this whole damn thing is about?! Caine looks ready to jump from his seat, but Black goes on the defensive with a hushed tone. Jim Black: No, Caine. I don't think you're crazy. But you need to clear your name. Solomon Caine: I don't NEED to do anything! This "interview" is over. Get out of my sight. Jim Black: But... Solomon Caine: NOW! Black scurries away as Caine lets out a loud sigh and takes another bite of the cheeseburger. The camera fades to black.

During his match on Turmoil 241 this evening against Jett Draven, Judge Leroy Brown III sustained a neck injury from a brutal rolling cutter. He was immediately transported to a local medical facility for treatment after the match, where preliminary reports indicate that he will be able to make a full recovery. However, the severity of the injury may put the Judge out of action for a significant number of months. This story will be updated as new information is released.

The camera opens with a shot of Solomon Caine resting on a couch, facing a television set. As the camera scrolls around, the television set comes into view showing the match between Caine and Austin Lee at the 15th Anniversary PPV. After a moment, Caine reaches for a remote lying on a side table to his right and rewinds the video by a minute or two. Another minute passes, when an iPhone on the coffee table in front of Caine begins to vibrate. Caine rises to see the call, which the camera pans to see the Caller ID reading "Peter Markley" [1]. He answers the call, but the audio from the other side doesn't play. Solomon Caine: Hello? Solomon Caine: I've been good, a lot better than before obviously. How've you been? Solomon Caine: Well of course I would've loved to hold on to that title for forever, but ya know, shit don't always work out like you want it. Plus, I think I've got better things on my mind right now. Solomon Caine: Ya know... like... maybe the CCW title? I really don't know yet. Solomon Caine: Yes, I know. I know. I'm working on it. Solomon Caine: Yea, what about it? Solomon Caine: I mean, they're a bunch of creepy sons-a-bitches. What more is there to say? God knows why they wanted me of all people. Caine shifts to an overly defensive tone. Solomon Caine: I'm not joining Kasstianity, Pete. That's absolutely f*cking ridiculous and you know it. Solomon Caine: Listen, what could they even do for me?! I beat Austin Lee! I don't need whatever black magic or talent they have to be great! Caine chuckles cautiously. Solomon Caine: I knew you were f*cking around. Relax, I'm all good. Solomon Caine: Okay Pete... bye. Caine puts the phone back on the coffee table. He rests for a moment while looking at the phone and breathes a heavy sigh. The camera fades to black as he leans back into the couch. --- [1] http://www.ocwfed.com/forum/showthread.php?24273-Back-to-Basics

The camera starts with a shot of a conference room, where sports journalists are bustling about amongst a jagged arrangement of steel chairs. At the front of the room, a stage is illuminated by lights on either side with a sprawl of cameras near the middle. A table runs the length of the stage, with a microphone in the middle. After a moment, an unknown gentleman approaches the microphone. Unknown Gentleman: Hello everyone. Lauren will be here in a minute, and we ask that all questions are kept relatively short and to the point. We won't have time for everyone's questions, but that's just the nature of the beast. Thank you. The journalists continue to bustle through the man's brief comments. A few minutes go by before a woman in a jean jacket, tank top, and brown pants comes to the microphone. She adjusts herself in the seat near the microphone, and moves the microphone closer to her face. The journalists, observing her arrival, finally settle into their own seats and quietness washes over the room. Lauren Hunter: Hey. We'll start with you in the front there... Hunter points at a short and stocky man in the far left of the front row. Journalist 1: You've been working in the OCW Performance Center for a while, and now you've been signed to this multi-year deal. Because of that, a lot of people have criticized you for not working your way up through the indy scene. What do you say to that criticism? Lauren Hunter: I think those people need to get a hobby. Just because I didn't grit my teeth in bingo halls doesn't mean that I wasn't busting my ass in the Performance Center. I earned my opportunity, and anyone who says I didn't can take it up with me in the ring. Journalist 1: Thank you. Lauren Hunter: You, in the back. Hunter points as a skinny woman with long, dark hair stands up and reads from her phone. Journalist 2: Ms. Hunter, as that question just showed, you have a reputation for bluntness. So let me ask, if you had an opportunity against Ashley Moore right now, could you win the OCW Women's Championship? Hunter laughs. Lauren Hunter: I don't speak about hypotheticals. But if OCW management wants to give me a shot right now, I would certainly have an unforgettable debut... You, right there in the middle. A tall man stands up. Journalist 3: You've been heralded as breaking the traditional norms of a wrestling woman. You're a member of the LGBT community, you've got tattoos, and you're absolutely blunt. So, do you think that you're a role model for the youth out there who might not identify with the traditional superstar? Lauren Hunter: If some young girl out there feels that I represent them, then that's another reason for me to do what I do. But let me set the record straight, I am Lauren Hunter. Not just my tattoos, or my sexuality, but all of what makes me, me. And let me say, that Lauren Hunter is looking forward to kicking some OCW ass. Hunter gets out of her chair and strolls off stage, while the gentlemen from earlier informs the journalists that the interview is over. They all sigh as the camera fades to black.