O-L-DUB!
O-L-DUB!
O-L-DUB!
O-L-DUB!
O-L-DUB!
The
roar of the fans.
Highlights from shows past, showcasing the best of OLW, cascading by on
screen in sequence.
Conarri: "Never mind, Leslie! CURTIS REVOLUTION! Daemon Curtis with the
Curtis Revolution!!!"
Revolution.
Revolution.
Daeriq Damien is mauled by the first undisputed OLW Heavyweight
Champion.
Conarri: "Great tenacity in
the ring by Gemma..."
Tenacity.
Tenacity.
Karl Pace is taken to his back by a running roundhouse to the head.
Vicious:
"Look at me. I'm 6'9, 260lbs, and I look GOOD. I look like a CHAMPION."
Champion.
Champion.
Danny Vicious talks smack in the ring at a past Outrage.
Stanton:
"Heidi to the middle buckle, flies off with a spinning heel kick to the
back of the head! Vicious goes down hard!"
Down.
Down.
And the same Danny Vicious is annihilated by Heidi.
FLASH.
The screen turns to black and white
footage, away from the inhibited, gaudy colour of the previous scenes.
[Avarice looks around the arena, at
the screaming fans, the begging Dawn, his hysterical wife… and
relents.]
[For him.]
The
below, in slow motion. Her face contorts in utter agony, in
terror.
[Shifting his grip from Dawn’s head to her arm, he viciously rakes her
elbow against the barbed wire on the chair, before shoving her bodily
at her unconscious, bleeding boyfriend.]
FLASH.
Return to colour.
Conarri:
"AMAZING move there by Daeriq Damien! He's going for the pin!"
Amazing.
Amazing.
Damien takes Heidi down hard, catching her mid-air from the top
turnbuckle with a powerslam.
Conarri: "Well it seems like Jesse isn't working by the hour tonight
folks as he's already made David Collins bleed!"
Bleed.
Bleed.
David Collins meets the Chesapeake Title ungraciously in the face
courtesy Jesse James.
Conarri: GREAT instinct move by Winters to reverse that situation,
DRIVING McCracken's head into the post!
Instinct.
Instinct.
McCracken suffers cranial chaos at
the hands of the Winter Soldier.
Conarri: GANMENGIRI!
[The kick
connects with the face of Impact, and Impact drops to the mat.]
Drop.
Drop.
The dangerous Cole Christenson takes the giant Impact out of the
equation.
FLASH.
To black and
white once more. The darling of the masses faces the Evolution of
Essence - and concrete - and loses.
[Avarice
pulls the woozy Christenson up, hooks him in a ¾
facelock, and
then drops him with the Destroyer of Worlds. Christenson flops onto his
back, finally knocked out, bleeding from the forehead where Avarice
drove him into the cement.]
FLASH.
And to colour...
Conarri: "Python lacks the size, but he’s using that amazing agility to
keep in the match. He just surprised Winters with that one, and now
he’s trying for his own elimination!"
Agility.
Agility.
The youthful, dynamic Python takes a chunk out of Winters' knee with a
baseball slide between the middle and bottom ropes.
Tate: "Just try and stop me, you cannot fight evolution. Tonight it is
on!"
Evolution.
Evolution.
Tate forewarns his foes.
Conarri: "Impressive early start here by Tanis!"
Impressive.
Impressive.
Tanis levels Tyson DeBough with a solid back suplex.
[The Conspiracy, you see, is Wyatt Connors. Former two time NWC World
Champion.]
Conspiracy.
Conspiracy.
Wyatt Connors walks out with his teammates to reveal themselves as the
mystery team known as the Conspiracy.
FLASH.
The arrogance
of Jefferson Andrews, humbled, to the world. Unmitigated power
unrestrained.
[The second Avarice says ‘Behold’, Pace drives Andrews down with a
powerbomb. Andrews bounces off the mat, the fight taken straight out of
him.]
[Avarice walks over and grabs Andrew's head which Pace holds up for
him, and slaps the taste out of his mouth, following it with a quick
boot to the chin. Andrews falls into the corner, his head on the bottom
turnbuckle.]
FLASH.
Back to blackness.
Momentarily.
A light fades on. A small, corinthian column, a black satin
pillow, with the Old Line Wrestling Imperial Heavyweight Championship
sitting. The diamonds scatter the light beautifully.
Tracie Ferraro's equally beautiful voice fills the room.
"HERE IS YOUR winner...Byron TANISSSSS!"
An image of Tanis flashes and stays static above the OLW Title, his
arms in the air in victory.
Similar pictures to follow.
"Gemmaaaa LOCKHART!"
"'The Outlaw' Jesse JAMES!"
"PYTHONNNN!"
"'The
Sensation' Dannyyy VICIOUSSSSS!"
"Wyattttt
CONNORSSS!"
"'The Winter Soldier' Jeremy
WINTERS!"
"Daeriq DAMIENNNNN!"
"'The
Creole Colossus' Cole CHRISTENSONNNNN!"
"The OLW CHAMPIONNN...DAEMON CURTISSSSSSSSSS!"
"HEIDDDDDDDDI!"
"Quinnnnnnnn TATEEEEEE!"
All have expressions of
extreme relief, intense pain, or the glories of victory etched on their
faces.
And then in one loud, cataclysmic
burst, all the images explode, as glass bearing those images fall to
the floor, shattered into literally millions of pieces. The title
is showered in shards of glass.
From the distance, two red eyes, glow. They grow closer, as the
sounds of shoes echo. He is consumed completely in black attire.
With his leather bound hand, he sweeps the shards from off his
championship.
His lips stay firm, his eyes, steady.
He grasps his championship and places it atop his shoulder.
And returns from whence he came, the sound of glass compressing under
his feet.
And vanishes.
