As I was leaving the arena, I got my three hour warning. It seemed three hours in the real world translated to ten days in the game world. I decided to stay another three hours before I would call it a night. I went to the hotel as there were still some ironing out on where I was going to be staying. Since the area was fixed, there really was no reason to travel all over the place like other promotions. I also did not have a real home yet. I thought about renting a house with Bryon and Benson. Thankfully, they agreed and we spent the evening searching for real estate properties. We did not find anything that night. On Wednesday, we went to the arena. Boom wrestlers would not be given matches unless either deemed worthy or by a direct challenge from a wrestler on Picric. That did not stop anyone from doing things backstage. When we got to the locker room, Owen and Liam were already there and talking. They looked excited. "Did you hear the news?" Liam asked. "They are going to unveil a new championship next week that's apparently open to all competitors of OPW." Owen said.
That was nice. As it currently stood, there were seven championships. There was a world title, two singles titles, two women's titles and two tag titles. Liam was not in the running for any of the titles so far. It was our job to get him there by helping him win lots of matches. That was more than fine with me. A high tide lifts all ships after all. It was in my best interest to play along and win. As we were talking, one of the Picric wrestlers came in. El Pollo, a chicken themed luchador, smiled at us. He was at the moment the #3 contender for the Picric Television Championship. "So they really gave you your own posse to boost you, esse!?" he said dismissively. Liam said "Who knows? What's it matter to you?" "Maybe, I might want to stop you. Maybe, I'll crush you on Boom next week. You better get ready." He then left. Liam looked at us and said "You need to have my back next week. If this fails, you won't have a job after this." We nodded and got ready. There was a #1 contender's match between El Pollo and Fabien Gray. It looked like El Pollo would win the match.
Liam looked at me and said "Let's go. If he wants to fuck with us, we'll fuck with them. We'll give Fabien the win." I looked at the others and said "Yeah. Let's all go." We then walked together behind the stage. With a nod from him, Liam's theme began playing. We walked out together and went down the ramp. El Pollo was confused and looked at us. Fabien rolled him up for the three count. The bell rang and he ran away and passed us by. We just continued on to the apron and entered the ring. On the firm signal of Liam, we all beat him down. When he was subdued, we lifted them up and Liam did "The Magic Wand" on him. The Magic Wand was a springboard cutter. I did my finisher on him. Benson's finisher was a Ripcord Knee Strike. Bryon's finisher was a Knee Lift Poison Rana. Finally, Owen did his signature, a leaping Mankind clothesline that sent them both spilling over the top rope. It was Own that stopped himself from falling to the floor by sitting on the apron with a large smirk on his face. A downed El Pollo was bloody and beaten. We all then left without a single word.
