When CW Meets OCW

A pair of Hollywood groupies enter the building opposite from Jasmine, one carrying an old school boom box on his shoulders. He sets it down and presses play on the prehistoric technology forcing "Pour Some Sugar On Me" to meet her ears. It was that moment she had been waiting for, finally. The man of the hour and - if Jacob was to be believed - the object of her own affections, was about to arrive. While one of the groupies opened the doors, another one rolled out a red carpet for Jacob's entry. Just as the chorus hit...

It had happened. Jasmine found herself staring down the loudest of Hollywood loudmouths to-date. Dressed in his ostentatious furs, he had the OCW Tag Team Title around his waist and the International Hollywood Title in his hand held highly over his head. To his right, of course, was his partner in crime, none other than the man quickly rising up through the OCW ranks already, "The Greatest Wrestler Money Can Buy" Adrian Turner. The two stood back-to-back, simultaneously raising up their hands in a gun motion, pointing it at Jasmine. Then, after just a single silenced, unified shot, the two mimed blowing the smoke from their "hand gun". Jacob winked at Jasmine, whispering "it only takes one shot..."

Symbolism, if ever there was any.

Jasmine ignores the theatrics. Having just signed a contract with California Wrestling (@californiawres1), she was feeling confident as she remains hugged closely to her corner. She watches Jacob enter the ring and despite being told there were no cameras previously, she would come to find out soon that Jacob had chosen this location as it was easy to hide the high definition lenses from view, as this match was being filmed.

JASMINE JONES:
"Nice entrance, but is that all you are? All flash, no substance? I'm pretty sure that company that you represent is going to cry foul when they hear that I beat their double champion in my debut match."

Jasmine steps out of her corner, jumping up and down with a smile over her beautiful face. The trash talker was confident in her abilities, but would she be able to deliver?

JASMINE JONES:
"Are you ready? Come on, ring the bell."

JACOB HOTSTUFF:
"Like any good movie, it's all about the presentation, my dear...you'll learn that soon enough."

Adrian takes a spot at ringside, ready to hop in the ring at a moment's notice while Jacob slides up on the ring apron, legs stretched out, he was clearly taking his sweet time making her wait. Or not taking her serious, either way.

JACOB HOTSTUFF:
"Just for you."

He called at her over his shoulder.

JACOB HOTSTUFF:
"I'm gonna handle this myself. But if you try anything, anything at all to get an unfair advantage...I warn you that Adrian has no issues breaking anything up. Or snapping anything, ANYTHING, in two."

Whether his words were a legitimate threat or muggy hot air, they had to weigh heavily on Jasmine all the same. Who wants to hear that they could have anything snapped in two by a guy that looks like he was just here to collect a payment anyway?

Jacob swung around, finally facing her, and taking his sweet time getting to his feet.

JACOB HOTSTUFF:
"Now, are you ready? I hope you signed that liability waiver..."

JASMINE JONES:
"I've never been more ready."

The referee that Jacob hired motions for the bell to be rung and the match is on. Jasmine looks a bit hesitant as the beautiful young woman backs up when Jacob attempts to tie up with her. She sticks her head through the middle and top rope and the referee backs Jacob away. Mind games potentially by the rookie?

JASMINE JONES:
"Back off. Go on, that way."

Jasmine slowly comes back into the ring fully, and this time the pair do tie up in the center of the ring. Jasmine applies a standing headlock on the bald, double champion, and laughs as she wrenches it in.

JASMINE JONES:
"Come on, give it up already. Nobody will blame you!"

JACOB HOTSTUFF:

"Oh this old song and dance"

Was the thought running through his head as she wrenches the headlock in.

JACOB HOTSTUFF:
"C'mon do something, you can't win on just a headlock!"

Before she can react, Jacob shoves her from the small of her back off of him and towards the ropes. Jasmine takes control and rebounds flawlessly off the ropes to Jacob, who quickly drops down to avoid the contact! Jasmine flies past into the other ropes just as Jacob kips up to his feet and follows her in before catching her with a jumping high knee to the back of her head! The impact sends her stumbling into the ropes completely off her game. Jacob grabs her from behind and pulls her back with an O'Connor roll, the referee quickly counting;

1!
2!

Jasmine kicks out!

Jacob mocks the rookie.

JACOB HOTSTUFF:
"Tsk tsk, I'm already getting a two count on you, this can't possibly last long for you."

Was she embarrassed? Flustered at being out-wrestled by a guy who'd rather spend more time in a mirror than a gym? Or was the realization of Jacob's ability setting in harder than she thought it would?

Either way, she would make it to a knee with a hand on the back of her head. At least it wasn't her face, she thought, although she didn't say it.

JASMINE JONES:
"Someone's getting cocky. The match has only just started."

It was she that was cocky mere moments ago, but as she brings herself to her feet, there's an apprehensiveness to her, and Jacob can smell it like blood in the water. Jasmine runs at the champion for a clothesline but he sidesteps it. Jasmine manages to grap the top rope and stop herself as Jacob runs up behind her, wrapping his arms around her petite waist. Unfortunately for Jacob, he gets close enough to block the referee's view as Jasmine lifts her leg up and its a low blow, that goes unseen. Jacob crumbles to the mat and Jasmine scurries over with a smile on her face, failing to hook a leg as she goes for a cover. The referee runs around to count, while on the outside Adrian moves to stare directly into Jasmine' eyes.

1!

Seeing his cold, unrelenting eyes was enough to scare her off her game. The referee may not have seen what she did, but it was clear that Adrian did. And this rookie did not want any part of a man so experienced. Wisely she backs out of the cover, directly away from Jacob and his stunt double. This was enough time afforded Jacob to sit up, hands folded gingerly around his groin area. His eyes met hers, completely aware of what she had done.

JACOB HOTSTUFF:
"Oh, you're gonna regret that..."

Jacob turns to nod at Adrian who quickly makes his way around the ring to Jasmine' side, prompting her to move fast. Right into Jacob she goes, and right down to the mat she ends up, face first, as Jacob plants her with a basic drop toe hold. He floats over, wrapping his legs around her left leg and reaching back to tie up her head and neck area in a clutch. the result was a sort of reverse bow and arrow lock. Sort of, because it wasn't such a tight grip he had nor was it exceptionally crisp of a hold. Jacob clearly skipped submission days at the academy...

Nevertheless Jasmine screamed as Jacob started stretching her head-to-toe. It was like music to his ears as she screams and holds her hand up in the air as if she's going to tap out. The rookie had bit off more than she can chew it appears, or maybe she was just thrown off by the Adrian factor at ringside. Just before she could tap, Jacob releases the hold smugly, deciding he isn't done with the beautiful rookie yet.

Jasmine, however, was crawling towards the ropes. As much as she wanted the match, she seemed to be looking for an escape now. With each crawl, she grimaces, her fingers reach towards the rope...

Jacob stands up and watches her crawl and claw for the ropes, he could have almost pitied her if this wasn't so amusing to him. He waits though. He lets her reach out and claw for the ropes like she was fighting for survival, then just as she was one grasp away, he stomps on her hand! She yelps under the the pressure of his fur-lined boot crushing her hand to the canvas, but he doesn't stop. Instead he half-steps around her, stomping again on her waist. Then the back of her knee, one foot, and such, all the way around her to her other hand.

JACOB HOTSTUFF:
"They call that the "Garvin Stomp", named after a sadistic bastard that always wanted to punish whoever fought him. There's your lesson."

Jacob reaches down and grabs her by the hair, lifting her head up. You could almost see the tears in her face...

JACOB HOTSTUFF:
"Still satisfied taking the attention of a Hollywood icon? Are you even still coherent enough to fight back? No one would blame you if you remained quiet."

With a snap of his wrist, he let go of her hair, leaving her face to crash to the mat.

A whimper escapes the rookie as her beautiful face plants into the mat. The stomps had did a number on her, but Jacob was putting on a show by toying with her instead of simply pinning her to get it all over with.

JASMINE JONES:
"Seth is going to..."

She couldn't finish her sentence as Jacob grabs her by the hair once more, pulling her back to her feet. Her lively, but now glassy eyes stare at the Hollywood Icon's as he prompts her to finish what she was saying.

JASMINE JONES:
"Seth is going to make you pay for this."

JACOB HOTSTUFF:
"Your precious Seth can't do anything if he never steps in my yar --"

In a last ditch effort to break free, she takes one of those hands that was just stomped on and brings it up to his eyes, scratching at his face as aggressively as she can. Quickly he backs up and checks his face with his hands, making sure there's no imperfections on his perfect Hollywood skin.

JACOB HOTSTUFF:
Oh, you're gonna wish you never did that...why don't you just lie down and play dead?!

Swiftly he moves forward and kicks his foot up into her midsection, but she backsteps leaving Jacob over extended! She grabs Jacob and whips him to the ropes, prompting Adrian to jump up on the apron. Jacob flips the velocity on the whip and sends Jasmine instead, to which Adrian lifts his knee up through the middle ropes, catching Jasmine's face as he connects!

Jasmine's face bounces off the knee while Jacob swoops in like a vulture. With one leg draped across the back of her neck, he takes her hand in his and swings around, emphatically drilling Jasmine to the mat with the "Encore" (Overdrive)!

Adrian watches her lie there nonchalantly while Jacob stands over her, one foot placed over her body like a hunting trophy.

The referee drops into position:

1...2...3!

He makes the easy count to three awarding Jacob the victory. If there were fans in attendance, surely they would be booing the 'Hollywood Icon' and his stunt double right now as his foot continues to rest on the chest of his KO'd rookie opponent.

After the third count of the mat, Jacob looked down at her with little more than rookie indifference. She talked all that game and ended up looking like Scott Loosem did at the end of Massacre last night. She came into this business full of bravado, and was served a slice of humble pie by the very antithesis of humility in Jacob Hotstuff.

Jacob Hotstuff:
Let this be a reminder. Not everyone you meet will put you on an even playing field. You just tried to challenge the central nerve system of the OCW, and you failed in a very miserable, abysmal way. I've already given a rookie like you more exposure than you should deserve, but I just want you to think about this position, my foot placed dominantly across your chest. I could have ended you right now. Adrian could have paralyzed you for life. Instead, we leave you alone and embarrassed after a disappointing showing against the REIGNING, DEFENDING, UNDISPUTED, REAL International Hollywood Champion...

Me."

Forcefully, Jacob removes his fur-lined boot from her chest and kicks her over to her stomach, leaving her to watch the OCW Tag Team Champions leave her to fend for herself here.