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The OWF cameras fade into the OWF offices earlier in the day. Bryan Tann is behind his desk looking over a few things while Blade is sitting smoking a cigar. Bryan Tann: Well man, looks as though everything financially is going to work out just fine. I wouldn't have been able to get this done if it wasn't for you man. Blade: It's no problem man, I know how much this place ment to you. Everything is ready for tonight right? Bryan Tann: Yeah, everything is set and good to go. Glad to see that I still know what to do with this whole booking thing, looks like I still got it huh? Tann and Blade both laugh Blade: Yeah you do. Has there been any word on K-Nyne?
Bryan Tann: Shit, I almost forgot! I got so caught up with everything for tonight! Turn on the Tv.
Blade pulls open one of his drawers, before pulling out a remote control and turns on the Tv on the wall. He then leans back as he switches to a news channel. We see a male news reporter standing in front of the court room with a large crowd of people.
News Reporter: ...is a shame. In case you haven't heard, Karl Johnson, also known as K-Nyne in the wrestling business has NOT been convicted of attempted murder this afternoon!
Bryan Tann smiles, before slapping hands with Blade.
Bryan Tann: We did it! Got our World Champion back and...
News Reporter: He has, however, been found guilty of assault and battery...
Bryan Tann: You've gotta be shitting me!
Blade sits back in his chair, shaking his head as Bryan Tann stands up with an angry frown on his face.
News Reporter: While this is a much lesser charge and K-Nyne will NOT be facing twenty years or so in prison, due to his criminal record he has been served with a five year maximum prison sentence.
Bryan Tann: FIVE YEARS! What the hell are we going to do?! He's our World Heavyweight champion for fuck sakes!
News Reporter: More on this story when it unfolds.
Bryan Tann picks up Blades asktray from his desk and throws it at the Tv, breaking the screen. It shoots some electricity out, before smoke starts billowing from the top.
Bryan Tann: THOSE MOTHER FUCKERS!!! WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE GOING TO DO?!
Blade leans forward.
Blade: We'll think of something...it's not over yet.
Bryan Tann: Like what? Bust K-Nyne out of prison EVERY week so he can perform? Lets be real for a minute, that's NEVER going to happen.
Blade: We'll think of something Bryan. If you calm down, the answer will hit ya in less than 5 minutes. You calm down and we think on this together, it'll come even faster. The arena is then bathed in flickering red lights as "Debonaire" by Dope hits over the PA and the crowd ERRUPTS as out steps from the back is the co owner of the OWF, none other than "The Loose Cannon" Bryan Tann himself! With a new OWF World Heavyweight Title in one hand, and a microphone in the other. He's wearing black boots, blue jeans, and a black T-Shirt that reads "FREE K-NYNE!" on the front. Smokey Green: And here comes The Loose Cannon and...is that what....? Dave Rage: It's a World Title Belt....damn...this is just a dark day in the OWF. Tann enters the ring and his music fades out. As soon as it does, the crowd bursts into chants of FREE K-NYNE! What? FREE K-NYNE! NOW! FREE K-NYNE! What? FREE K-NYNE! NOW! Tann nods a bit in approval before bringing the mic to his lips. Bryan Tann: First and foremost I want to say, HAPPY NEW YEAR OWF!! The crowd pops loudly Bryan Tann: Alot of people didn't think we'd make it this far BUT BY GOD WE'RE STILL HERE!! The crowd pops loudly again Bryan Tann: Because it's time for the competition to know, it's time for the WORLD to know, WE MAY NOT BE ALL STARS, BUT DAMMIT WE'RE OUTSIDERS AND I'D RATHER BE A FUCKING OUTSIDER THAN SOME PUNK ASS ALL STAR!!! The crowd pops LOUDLY at this as Tann's famous intensity is being showcasted. Smokey Green: HELL YEAH!!! THAT MAN CAN STILL GET A CROWD PUMPED UP! Dave Rage: Outsider for life baby! Johnny V: I'm right there with you! Bryan Tann: However, as you all have learned...our World Champion, a man who has LITERALLY carried the OWF on his back these last few months. After we lost Chris Green due to a freak injury, after Cameron Frost decided to take his little ball and run home because he couldn't have his way, AFTER NATHAN FUCKING GRAY DECIDED TO RUN HOME TO MOMMY BECAUSE NOBODY "Got His Style", K-NYNE STEPPED UP AND CARRIED THE OWF! So it's with a heavy heart that I stand here in the ring and.... It looks as though Tann is almost about to cry. Bryan Tann:...and strip K-Nyne of the Outsider Wrestling Federation World Heavyweight Title. The crowd breaks into a chrous of boos, not liking the news what so ever. Bryan Tann: But don't you read anything into it K, because when you get back...first thing's first YOU WILL get a shot at the World Heavyweight Title. And that belt that you left Holiday Havok with, that belt is YOUR World Heavyweight Title belt. However...we have to move on with the business. This belt I hold right now, is the NEW OWF World Heavyweight Title belt. And for those that have been fans of this company since the beginning, this title belt is an exact duplicate in every way to the original OWF World Heavyweight Title belt. The same title held by such great names as Vinny Vegas, Agent 006, Jaypac, Kremlin... The crowd boos loudly Johnny V: Fuck that mother fucker! Bryan Tann: And even our very own, "Bout It One" Silkk, and... Tann is suddenly interupted as 'Fireman' by Lil Wayne hits over the PA and Silkk steps out from the back with Madison by his side. Silkk has a bandage on his forehead and he looks up to Tann with a glare, Tann however returns the glare, because we all know Tann HATES to be interupted. Smokey Green: Speak of the damn devil! What the hell is he doing here? The man put up a great match last week, but he has NO RIGHT to be out here! Johnny V: Then you get off your ass and tell him then Smokey. Silkk and Madison Divera make their way down to the ring and enter the ring, Silkk with a mic in hand. Tann is standing his ground looking VERY pissed. When Silkk's music fades he begins to speak. Silkk: You know something Tann? I'm sittin back there listening to you ramble on and on as you ALWAYS do, and I still haven't heard you say what EXACTLY you plan to do with that World Title you've got drapped over your shoulder. So I figured I'd come down here and help you...speed things up. Bryan Tann: Oh yeah? Well isn't that nice of you there Mike? Too bad I don't need your damn help. Madison begins to speak into Silkk's mic. Madison: Well we thought we'd help you out anyway Bryan. See, while it goes without saying that the OWF needs a new World's Champion. And, we're here to make sure you make the right choice in deciding who it will be. Smokey Green: What in the hell is she talking about? Silkk: You see Tann, after Nathan Gray decided that he was a tranny and needed to run for the hills, you handed that title right out to K-Nyne. Now, the man EARNED the title BUT you seem to be pretty notorious for just...GIVING out the World Title. And since I am the only contender for that title because the rest of the bitch ass mother fuckers on this roster couldn't carry my jock strap in a damn suitcase, why don't you just do the SMART thing, and proclaim me the NEW OWF World Heavyweight Champion. The crowd boos loudly as Tann looks as though he's about to put his foot up Silkk's ass and wear him like a pair of Pro Wings. Smokey Green: That arrogant bastard! Johnny V: He may be arrogant but he's right Smokey. He's the only real contender for the title, there's no one else! Bryan Tann: You really think I'm going to just GIVE you the World Title Silkk? Silkk steps right into Tann's face as Madison backs up encouraging Silkk. Silkk: If you don't, there's going to be some real trouble in this ring, ya feel me? Tann's eyes narrow as he drops his mic and the title belt and he's right up in Silkk's face and it looks as though there is going to be a HUGE fight in the ring! Smokey Green: Oh my God! This does not look good! You can't remind Tann enough that he's retired! That crazy son of a bitch will still fight at the drop of a.... The lights in the arena suddenly go out. Dave Rage: What the hell is going on here?! The OWF Tron suddenly sparks to life and we see; And over the PA we hear. Suddenly we hear some vocalization, and some catchy guitar riffs as the video in the OWFtron seems to be shaking as if it's ready to explode. When the music starts to pick up, and we can hear "Thrown Away" by Vast playing over the PA, the OWFTron video EXPLODES showing some highlights of the one and only, BY GOD CHRIS GREEN! The crowd pops LOUDLY as standing right there at the top of the ramp is former OWF World Heavyweight Champion, "By God" Chris Green!!! The crowd has LIFTED THE ROOF OFF THE UNITED CENTER! Smokey Green: CHRIS GREEN! CHRIS GREEN! CHRIS GREEN IS BACK IN THE OWF!!! OH MY GOD!!! Dave Rage: I DIDN'T THINK WE'D EVER SEE HIM AGAIN! CHRIS GREEN IS BACK IN THE OWF! Johnny V: I don't believe it! It's...it's like seeing a ghost! OH MY GOD! Silkk looks up to the top of the ramp, his eyes narrowed seeing the return of Chris Green. Green makes his way down to the ring and steps between the ropes, and goes to all four corners of the ring throwing his arms in the air and the crowd's thunderous applause continues to shake the building to it's foundations!! Smokey Green: WILL YOU LISTEN TO THIS CROWD?! THEY'RE SETTING A DECIBLE RECORD HERE IN THE UNITED CENTER! "Thrown Away" fades out and Green stands there in the center of the ring. Tann still has his eyes on Silkk, but he has a smirk on his face looking to Chris Green. Chris Green: HELLO CHICAGO, ILLINOIS! The crowd pops LOUDLY Chris Green: HELLO OWFITES!! The crowd is going insane! Chris Green: I just HAD to come out here, I mean...first off we got Silkk out here... The crowd breaks into boos and Silkk is looking even more pissed off. Chris Green: You guys don't like him? Hell, I CAN'T STAND THE TURD EITHER, but here he stands none the less, so I guess we can't ignore him, only tolerate him. The crowd slightly pops at the diss, and Silkk is looking livid. Chris Green: Lets call him Turd, Turd Carrington! WAIT I GOT IT!! I GOT CARRINGTON FEVER!! Did anyone ever catch it?? I sure as hell did and it caused me to puke during ALL of his matches! The crowd starts laughing, and Madison and Silkk are glaring at Green. If looks could kill, it would be the shortest return in wrestling history! Chris Green: Now to business. World Heavyweight Championship business that is. Turd or shall I say Silkk wants the title GIVEN to him? Well Tann...Yes I am talking to the owner of the OWF... the man who visited me in the hospital.. hell other than CAMERON FROST... The crowd boos hearing the name of Cameron Frost, however Green just continues on. Chris Green: ...he was the only player to visit me there when I was out for the past 3 months and rehabbing my leg here...He told me he would honor his end of the deal.. I would get a shot upon my return to reclaim SOMETHING I NEVER LOST the World Heavyweight Championship! The crowd pops LOUDLY and Green turns to face Tann who simply nods. Bryan Tann: Yeah, I did say that. And I am a man of my word Chris. I swore to you, ON MY CHILDREN that I would grant you a title shot for the belt you never lost. And since I got the two of you down here already, this is how it's going to be. Sunday, Febuary 3rd, 2006 LIVE from the Staples Center in Los Angeles, California, it will be "The Bout It One" Michael "Silkk" Carrington, vs. Chris "By God" Green FOR THE VACANT OWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE! Silkk looks LIVID wanting his title NOW! The crowd is going INSANE! Smokey Green: OH MY GOD THAT IS GOING TO BE INTENSE!! SILKK AND GREEN FOR THE WORLD TITLE!! Dave Rage: OH HELL I CAN'T WAIT FOR REBIRTH! Chris Green: Woah, woah, woah! Why do we have to wait for Rebirth? Hell, Turd here is looking at me like he either A) Wants to fight me now, or B) He wants to give me the first reach around while I plow his bitch... The crowd pops LOUDLY in 'OHHHHs' Silkk looks like he's ready to tear Green in half and Madison looks like she's about to attack also, yet Tann gets between them and Green before they can do anything. Tann's eyes are narrowed at the both of them and looks back to Green wondering what he's getting it. Chris Green:...woah, woah, woah SLOW DOWN, just hear me out! Since Silkk is looking froggy, and my last name is 'Green' so you KNOW I'm ready to leap, WHY DON'T WE DO IT TONIGHT!? SILKK AND GREEN FOR THE OWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE! The crowd pops LOUDLY and Silkk nods in approval glaring at Green mouthing some words at him and Green is glaring right back at Silkk. Johnny V: NOW THIS IS WHAT I WANT TO SEE! Oh hell yeah this is going to be great!! Bryan Tann: You know what? I wasn't never one for waiting anyway, YOU WANT IT GREEN?! YOU WANT IT SILKK?! YOU FANS WANT IT?! THEN YOU GOT IT! TONIGHT IT'LL BE CHRIS GREEN AND SILKK FOR THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE! THE LOOSE CANNON HAS SPOKEN! 'Debonaire' by Dope hits over the PA as Tann drops the mic taking the title with him exiting the ring. Silkk and Green are still glaring at each other though, standing off as Tann heads back to the back, the music fades out. But Silkk and Green are still glaring. Smokey Green: Oh boy...this isn't going to be pretty that's for damn sure! Chris Green: You just remember one thing "Bout It One", I've beaten you before, and I WILL beat you again. And these fans here in Chicago will see you drop that ball twice in a row for that belt, you can count on that! Silkk: Is that so pretty boy? Well I don't give a fuck what you, OR THESE BITCH ASS MOTHER FUCKERS IN THE CROWD THINK! Tonight, I'm gonna beat down on you as if you were the Bears in the fucking playoffs HOLLA BITCH CUZ YOUR ASS IS DONE! The crowd boos Silkk loudly as 'Fireman' hits over the PA as he and Madison leave the ring, leaving Chris Green in the ring. They both exchange inaudible words as neither have mics. Smokey Green: Holy hell 2006 is ALREADY more exciting than 2005, and I didn't even think that was possible! Dave Rage: Hell yeah, and tonight Smokey we're going to have a new World's Champion! But who's it going to be? Johnny V: I don't really know but goddamn am I going to enjoy this! Smokey Green: Folks we'll be right back with our first match! |
Written By Bryan Tann, Blade, Silkk & Chris Green |
Title: None Match Type: Ladder Match Mark Payne Vs. Tommy Rock |
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We cut to our arena, where the fans are hyped and ready for the first match of the evening to begin. �Bodies� by Drowning Pool hits over the PA�s sound system speakers and the fans tart to boo as Tommy Rock steps out from behind the titantron curtain clutching the end of a chain.
Smokey Green: What the..? What has he got the chain for?
Dave Rage: I think everyone would rather know what�s on the end of that chain, Green.
Tommy Rock tugs on the chain and with it, he drags out Stacy Sacco with a collar around her neck.
Johnny V: Well�at least he always knows where she is.
Dave Rage: That was low, Johnny�really low.
Johnny V: I don�t remember asking for your opinion, Dave.
She struggles to get to her feet and the moment that she gets stable again, Rock starts walking, yanking the chain. This pulls her off of her feet, causing her to hit the floor and have to struggle to stop herself from being strangled.
Dave Rage: This is horrible! Where are the police when you need them?
Johnny V: Arresting innocent people.
Smokey Green: Like K-Nyne?
Johnny V: Fuck K-Nyne.
Smokey Green: Fuck K-Nyne?
Johnny V: What are you? A parrot?
Tommy Rock climbs up the steel steps and wraps the chain tightly around the turnbuckle, forcing Stacy up onto her tip-toes. He then pulls a padlock from his knee pad and clamps her on there. He then holds his arms in the air, almost expecting some cheers.
�Freaking Out� by Adema hits over the PA�s sound system speakers and Mark Payne walks out to a mixed reaction of cheers and boos. Mark Payne cockily makes his way down the ramp, before pausing when he sees Stacy chained to the turnbuckle screaming for help. He walks over to help her�when Tommy Rock baseball slides under the bottom rope, hitting Payne straight in the jaw.
Johnny V: Well, I know Mark felt that! No matter how cocky you are, you can�t deny pain.
Dave Rage: He�s not cocky, he�s confident.
Johnny V: Over-confident.
Dave Rage: Whatever you say, Johnny.
Tommy Rock pulls Payne to his feet, before irish whipping him into the security guard rail. He then pulls him to his feet by his hair, before hoisting Payne up over his head with a Gorilla Press manoeuvre. He drops Mark Payne onto the security rail, landing on his chest.
Smokey Green: OHHHH�I think Payne may have cracked a few ribs!
Well, remember this ladder match has pin or submission stipulations�so Tommy Rock really needs his opponent in the ring. Tommy Rock goes over to the ring and pulls up the ring curtain. He slides out the ladder, a trash can lid, a fire extinguisher and a kendo stick. He begins to slide everything into the ring, before turning around to Mark Payne. Payne is using the security barrier to get himself back to his feet. Tommy Rock walks over to him and gets him into a headlock. Mark Payne starts elbowing him in the gut.
Dave Rage: Well, Mark Payne seems to be fighting back at last. This could have been over really quickly if he didn�t have any fighting spirit.
Johnny V: Thanks for stating the obvious.
Payne eventually gets Tommy Rock off of him. He then starts punching him around the face, before simply pushing him back. Tommy Rock staggers backwards and walls over the steel steps. Tommy Rock quickly gets to his feet and turns around�to see Mark Payne run up the steel steps and launch off of them with a drop kick. Tommy Rock is sent flying backwards and rolling into the opposite security barrier.
Dave Rage: Well, this match doesn�t seem to be finishing any time soon.
Mark Payne quickly gets to his feet as Tommy Rock gets to his, slightly dazed. Mark Payne walks over to him and kicks him in the midsection, before pulling him over to the ring and rolling him under the bottom rope. Payne the climbs up onto the ring curtain and waits as Tommy Rock climbs to his feet. Payne then does a forward flip over the ropes, using them for leverage, before bringing Tommy Rock to the mat with a quick hurricanrana. Mark Payne then gets to his feet, before setting up the ladder in the opposite corner. He climbs up the ladder and signals to the fans, waiting as Tommy Rock gets onto his knees with his back to Payne. He stands up and gradually gets to his feet�as Payne leaps from the ladder with a spear�but Tommy Rock spins around and connects with Paynes face WITH THE TRASH CAN LID!
Smokey Green: Jesus�Payne could be in some trouble here�
Rock slumps against the turnbuckle taking a breather, before taunting the fans, which prompts a barrage of boo�s. Tommy Rock then leans the ladders against his turnbuckle before picking up the kendo stick. He stands by as Mark Payne gets to his feet, holding his head in pain. He turns around�and Tommy Rock hits him right in the gut with the kendo stick, bringing Mark to one knee. Tommy Rock then breaks the kendo stick over Paynes head with a vicious crack. Payne hits the mat and struggles back to his feet. Tommy Rock hoists him up in the air, before placing him front first on the ladder leaned in the corner. Tommy Rock then turns around and walks to the opposite turnbuckle. He pauses for a minute to lean out and give Stacy Sacco a few slaps around the face, getting a load more negative reaction from the fans.
Dave Rage: That�s just wrong. She�s just a defenceless woman!
Smokey Green: That�s Tommy Rock all over though, picking on people smaller and weaker than him.
Johnny V: Well, Payne was the one who picked this fight.
Smokey Green: As a favour to Blade.
Johnny V: Whatever�he brought it on himself.
Tommy Rock then turns around and charges at Payne suspended on the ladder�when Payne comes out of no where with a moonsault! Both men hit the floor with a massive impact, with Payne on top. The referee begins the count.
1�2�KICK OUT!
Tommy Rock arm rises with a kick out at the last second. Both men take their time getting to their feet, before beginning to exchange rights and left. Tommy Rock eventually gets the upper hand, before swinging Mark Payne into the ropes. Payne ducks under an attempted clothesline, before bouncing off of the ropes again. He gets hoists up, ready for a spinebuster�but reverses it into a massive DDT!
Johnny V: Tommy Rock could have a broken neck!
Smokey Green: This is crazy? Payne is like a rag doll compared to this guy�and yet he�s holding his own!
Mark Payne quickly gets back to his feet, before picking up the fire extinguisher. He stands to the side while Tommy Rock gradually staggers to his feet. He looks around, before turning around�and is sprayed in the face with the fire extinguisher! Mark Payne then smashes Tommy Rock over the face with the extinguisher, taking him to the mat. Payne then sets up the ladder in the middle of the ring before placing the dented in trash can lid on Rocks chest. Payne then climbs up the ladder and taunts the fans. He then leaps off with a Payneful Impact! He dents the trash can over his own back/shoulders in the process, but lands with his back over Tommy Rocks.
Smokey Green: THESE MEN COULD NEED SERIOUS MEDICAL ATTENTION!
The referee circles the two superstars, before dropping down for the pinfall.
Smokey Green: Is Mark Payne on top of Tommy Rock?
Dave Rage: Yes�I think he is!
1�2�3!
The bell rings as the referee signals for medical staff to come down to the ring. A team of two come charging down the ramp as Paynes music re-hits. The first team gets to work on Mark Payne, but Payne rolls out of the ring himself. He staggers up the ramp, obviously in pain, as the fans cheer a little for him. Inside the ring Tommy Rock sits up and refuses medical attention. He rolls out of the ring holding his gut in pain. He yells for Payne to come back, but Mark is too far away to hear. Tommy Rock gets really, really angry at this.
Dave Rage: Ohhhhh�he looks pissed!
Smokey Green: I�m glad I�m not those medical members�he might break a few of them in half�
Tommy Rock turns around and walks up to the turnbuckle�before giving Stacy Sacco a straight closed fist punch to the jaw. He hangs loosely, dazed as Rock undoes the padlock holding her to the turnbuckle.
Dave Rage: This shit is just disgusting�
Tommy Rock then rolls her into the ring.
Smokey Green: No�the backstage area is THAT way, Rock!
Johnny V: You know damn well that he isn�t looking for the backstage area�
Tommy Rock slides under the bottom rope and shoves the medical staff members who are trying to help Sacco. He then grabs one by the throat and shoves him through the ropes. The others quickly get out of there for their own safety.
Johnny V: Look at them cowards.
Dave Rage: Do you want to go save her, Johnny?
Johnny V: Umm�well�she isn�t my problem�
Tommy Rock then pulls Stayc to her feet, before picking her up on his shoulders. He starts spinning her around�before bringing her crashing down to the mat with a brutal Absolute Power!
Dave Rage: THAT�S BEYOND WRONG RIGHT THERE!
Stacy Sacco lies in the ring, screaming out in pain as Tommy Rock gets a large smile on his face.
 Tommy Rock then pulls Sacco over to the ropes by her hair, before rolling under the ring ropes. He then pulls Sacco out and holds her by her throat while talking trash to her.
 He then hoists her up over his shoulders and starts to make his way up the ramp backwards, laughing at the medical staff who urge him to let them help her.
Smokey Green: Come on, Rock�do the right thing!
Dave Rage: I don�t think he cares about what�s wrong and what�s right�he looks perfectly happy right now.
Tommy Rock then turns and starts to make his way backstage. We cut backstage for a quick segment� |
Written By Blade |
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::The crowd is waiting in anticipation for whats next when over the PA comes Chamillionaire �It�s the Name they say is Runnin the Game�YoungThugz�Get Ya Shyne On� as �Turn It Up� by Chamillionaire and Lil Flip bumps over the PA. The crowd goes crazy as Shyne emerges from the curtain and onto the stage. He raises his hands to the crowd with one hand holding onto his customized Full Throttle Championship Belt. Shyne is clad in Black JORDAN Tear-away pants with a Gold Line down each side, his black wrestling boots, and his new Black Muscle T-shirt that on the front in Gold Jagged letters reads �YOUNGTHUGZ� and on the back of the shirt, in the same letters, reads �The Name They Say Is Runnin The Game.� He walks down the ramp as the crowd chants his name and the cheers are deafening. Shyne hops up on the apron and launches himself over them and lands gracefully on his feet. He hops up on every turnbuckle and holds his arms up and motions �COME ON� as the crowd goes nuts and the cheers grow higher on the decibel chart. Shyne calls for a microphone and is quickly given one. The music dies along with the crowd as he raises the microphone to his lips.:: Shyne: �CHI-TOWN�S FINEST IS BACK!� Smokey Green: They love the Full Throttle Champion here in his home town! He is quickly becoming a top draw here in the OWF! ::The crowd goes nuts and dies down again:: Shyne: �It feels pretty damn good to be back in my hood. It also feels so fuckin great to be wrestling again in The United Center..The House that Jordan built and the House that Shyne remodeled.� ::The crowd cheers loud again:: Shyne: �Now as you all know, I have a match tonight, actually NEXT, against a guy named Nick Booton. This bitch pushes my nigga Shorty and then DEMANDS a title shot in his FIRST match, never provin shit other than he can push a brotha from behind because he doesn�t have the balls to do it face to face�and then doesn�t even show his face all week! Nick, if you�re listening, IF you come out to this ring tonight, you�re going to get The..biggest...ass beating..you�HAVE..EVER..RECEIVED. Nigga, you wont walk out of this ring. Just like Insomnia, Shivers, and Marcus. I�m not wasting anymore camera time on your ass though..So show up and shits gonna blow up!� Dave Rage: Damn, the Full Throttle Champion is...well shyining tonight! ::The crowd goes crazy as Shyne continues:: Shyne: �Now as all of you know, I just became one-third of the most powerful force that the OWF has ever seen and ever will see�The YoungThugz�wit my niggas K-Nyne, THE World Champ�and Shorty..The OWF Commishioner. I myself hold the Full Throttle Championship�BUT Soon will hold the North American Championship and then The YoungThugz will take those Tag Team titles�then ever nigga will have no other choice but to admit that we are for real. K-Nyne be getting out of jail soon, so whoever wins that Tag Team Title match tonight, better polish those bitches up for us.� ::The crowd gives another loud pop:: Shyne: �Speaking of the North American Championship�Drake, your disgusting and vile ass better watch your back. Because THIS YoungThugz nigga is coming for whats mine..and whats mine is that title that you won because of a certain somebody pullin a bitch card out of the deck and using it. So sleep tight, because when you least expect it, that shits gonna be around my waist, so have fun in your match tonight and know that I�ll be watching intently because my eyes are now on every move you make.� ::Shyne paces the ring as he gets a little heated:: Shyne: �Now onto the bitch that stuck his nose in MY business, my former tag team partner, although he wasn�t much of a partner because I basically carried his ass in anything we did, SEBASTIEN STILES. Stiles what the fuck were you thinking? You definitely picked the wrong nigga to mess with. You been talking a lot of shit man�you and the Bitch with THE ITCH. So when I called you out on it and spit some shit your way, your ass went on hush mode, you didn�t even show your ass in the building. Which just confirms my thoughts when we were partners, if somebody better than you, threw some shit your way, you were gonna leave me hangin out to dry, I could of handled multiple niggas, but it�s the principle of the matter! So see ya around, and watch your back, because I�m comin for your ass also.� Smokey Green: Woah...strong words there. ::The crowd goes crazy:: Shyne: �So before the bell rings for my match, I just wanna thank all of my fans around the world and in the seats at the United Center tonight because you guys have stuck with me since I started wrestling, you never doubted me and now shits about to pop off because THIS NIGGA is tired of playin around, I have two other cats that I know have my back at all times and I�m about to bring a lot of good shit to Chi-Town because all of you are my niggas and you guys deserve a lot of good press. So now I shall go get ready to kick this loser�s ass and possibly cause some havoc. Peace!� ::The crowd goes crazy as Shyne chucks the deuces and his music hits. He hops out of the ring as the fans start chanting his name and he walks up the ramp with his arms raised, Full Throttle title in his hand. He heads into the back to warm up and get dressed as the cameras cut.:: |
Written By Shyne |
Title: OWF Full Throttle Title Match Type: Single Match Nick Booton Vs. Shyne |
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We cut back to our arena, where the fans are waiting for the next match to begin. �Just Lose It� by Eminem hits as Nick Booton walks out from behind the titantron curtain.
Johnny V: Who the hell is that?
Dave Rage: He�s�Nick Booton I think. He cut a promo about a week and a half ago.
Johnny V: So�it was not for his match this week?
Dave Rage: Nope�
Johnny V: Oh�alright then.
Nick Booton makes his way down to the ring and climbs up the steel steps. He climbs through the ring sropes and stands in the middle of the ring, waiting for his opponent.
The lights in the arena go dim, over the PA Chamillionaire says "Its The Name they Say is Runnin The Game.....YoungThugz....Get Ya Shyne On" as "Turn It Up" by Chamillionaire and Lil Flip bumps over the system as Gold and Silver strobes flash everywhere then end up in one beam down on the stage as Shyne is seen posing like Randy Orton with his Full Throttle Title in hand, the crowd's cheers and Shyne chants are deafening.
Smokey Green: Well, Shyne is starting to get his old swagger back.
Dave Rage: You can say that again. He lost to Drake last week, but he is definitely one of the best Full Throttle champions we�ve had here in OWF.
Shyne walks down the ramp with swagger. The Lights come back on as pyro blasts all over the arena and up the entrance ramp. Shyne hops on the apron and then hops on the turnbuckle and poses like Randy Orton again. He Repeats this on the other three turnbuckles as the crowd goes crazy. He then places his Full Throttle title on the steel steps nearest him as the bell rings. Shyne charges at Nick and before Booton can even react he is speared to the floor. Shyne sits on Nicks chest and starts smashing his closes right fist into his jaw.
Smokey Green: Shyne isn�t wasting anytime here.
Shyne is eventually pulled off by the referee, who gives Nick enough time to get to his feet. Nick spits out some blood on the ring mat, before him and Shyne begin to circle each other. They then lunge forward and tie up. Nick Booton gets Shyne in a headlock, but Shyne starts to push forward, before bringing Nick Booton cracking back onto the back of his neck with a backdrop. He holds him in this position as the referee begins to count�
1�2�KICK-OUT!
Johnny V: I�m surprised that Nick Booton didn�t kick out earlier.
Dave Rage: He�s being manhandled out there�he showed promise in his debut but last week he disappointed many people by not even appearing.
Smokey Green: Yeah�and as you can guess, Bryan Tann was SUPER pissed!
Shyne pulls Nick to his feet, before hooking his head and arm. He hoists Nick up into the air in a vertical suplex�but instead of falling backwards to complete the suplex, he just lets Booton fall down onto the top of his head.
Smokey Green: That was crazy!
Dave Rage: That right there was like being piledriven from the turnbuckle!
Johnny V: Something like that�
Shyne pulls Nick to his feet by the head, before kicking out the back of his legs so he is brought down to his knees. He then steps back as Nick stares at him with a dazed look. Shyne charges forward with his knee�but Nick ducks down just in time.
Dave Rage: NICK DUCKED JUST IN TIME!
Nick pushes himself back up as Shyne bounces off of the ropes�and comes back with a knee into the BACK of Nicks head.
Johnny V: It didn�t do him any good though�
Shyne walks over to the turnbuckle and climbs up the first two ring rope pegs. He then turns around and starts taunting the fans. Nick Booton finally pushes himself up from the mat, before staggering to his feet. He turns around as Shyne leaps from the base of the turnbuckle with a spear. Shyne quickly gets to his feet and drops down with a quick elbow drop. He gets back up and does the same thing again before running at the ring ropes and coming back off of them with another elbow drop. The fans are going crazy as Shyne covers Nick�
1�2�
Shyne lifts up Nicks shoulder!
Dave Rage: Did you see that? Shyne has kept the match going!
Johnny V: He must not be finished with Booton just yet�
Dave Rage: God help him�Shyne is on fire out there!
Shyne climbs to his feet before pulling Nick Booton up to his. He knees Nick in the gut before dragging him over to the turnbuckle. He then starts beating his head off of the top of the turnbuckle. After about seven or eight consecutive hits, the referee pulls Shyne from Nick Booton. Shyne stands in the middle of the ring as Nick Booton staggers out of the corner, his eyes practically rolled into the back of his skull.
Smokey Green: Booton is in no mans land! The lights are on, but no ones home!
Shyne kicks Nick Booton in the gut and hooks his head. He then calls to the fans as they go crazy for him.
Smokey Green: Oh my..! It is Nick Bootons�TYME TO SHYNE!
Shyne executes the spinning implant fishermans DDT before climbing back to his feet. He places his boot on Nicks chest.
Dave Rage: That�s a little cocky.
Johnny V: He has the man beaten�he could pin with his pinkie finger if you�d prefer.
Dave Rage: That�s not the point�
The referee drops to the mat and begins to count�
1�2�3!
The bell rings and Shynes music re-hits. Shyne rolls out under the rings bottom rope and collects his OWF Full Throttle title from the steel steps where he left it. He holds it up as the fans cheer, before beginning to make his way up the ramp.
Smokey Green: Nick Booton stood no chance out there�
Johnny V: Well, maybe if he�d have actually appeared during the week then he may have been more focused�but he didn�t.
Shyne turns, holding the OWF Full Throttle title up one more time, before turning and heading through the titantron curtain. We cut to a quick commercial break. |
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We return from our commercial break to our arena, where the fans are waiting for some more OWF action. Just then, some familiar music hits.
Johnny V: Wait a minute�isn�t this�Mark Paynes music?
Smokey Green: Yes�I think it is!
Mark Payne walks out from behind the titantron curtain to a mixed reaction of cheers and boo�s. Mark Payne taunts the fans, before charging down the ramp and sliding under the bottom rope.
Johnny V: What has this young man got to say?
Dave Rage: I guess we'll find out, Johnny.
Payne then climbs up the turnbuckle and taunts the fans come more. When he hops down he takes the mic from the ring announcer before signalling for his music to be cut.
Mark Payne: Tommy Rock, One Man Army...If you can still hear me, I'd like to let you know...You just got knocked the hell out. Now moving on Tommy...My next challenge goes to none other then Drake, non-title, your terms....Lets see if you really belong with that gold, or if it needs to be passed onto someone new!
Just then, �The Beautiful People� by Marilyn Manson hits over the Pa�s sound system speakers.
Smokey Green: What�s going on here?
Just then, Overdose steps through the titantron curtain clutching a microphone.
Dave Rage: Oh my God...that's...that's...
Smokey Green: OOOOOOOOOOOOVERDOSE!
Dave Rage: I can't believe what I'm seeing! This is incredible!
His long black hair hangs down in his face. He stops at the top of the entrance and stretches both arms out wide. The fans practically cause the arena lifts its roof as Overdose signals for his music to cut. When his music is lowered, he brings his mic up to his lips.
Overdose: Well, Mark�I just want to get a few things out into the open here. One�you AREN�T half as great as you think you are! Look at you! You�ve been here five minutes, cut one promo and you think you�re�what? On top? A rising star? Don�t make me laugh. All you�ve proven to everyone is that you�re a lucky man to even be breathing right now. You came into OWF through Blade, you made yourself look like the next big thing. It turns out that you�re nothing more than the next big tick next to my �Asses Kicked� list.
Mark Payne: Don�t get too ahead of yourself! I�ll open up a whole world of Payne on your ass! Who the hell are you?
Overdose laughs to himself.
Overdose: I�m Overdose�a name you should know and DEFINITELY remember.
Mark Payne: Oh yeah? Then why don�t you bring yourself down here and I�ll show you how to make someone remember something�by beating it into their head with your fist!
Overdose tosses the mic to the floor and starts to make his way down the ramp towards the ring, while talking trash to Payne to stands in the ring, ready to fight. Overdose reaches the bottom of the ramp and starts to make his way up the steel steps, pointing at Mark Payne while insulting him. Overdose then climbs through the ring ropes as Mark Payne pulls his shirt over his head and stands with his fists raised�Just then, "Smash Somethin'" by Redman hits over the PA's sound system speakers. Blade walks out from behind the titantron curtain clutching a mic of his own to a huge fan reaction. Mark Payne and Overdose stand in the ring, looking up the ramp as Blade signals for his music to be cut. As the music volume is lowered, Blade brings the mic up to his lips and begins to speak.
Blade: Woah, woah, woah...what the hell do you think is going on here?
Blade points first to the right, where Mark Payne is standing.
Blade: Mark...you're going to brag before you've even achieved anything? And Overdose...what the hell are you doing out here, trying to take out one of the new kids? It's no wonder that this place has been losing its ratings...you're all attacking each other like wild animals.
Blade paces across the top of the ramp, before smiling.
Blade: You've put me into a situation. I've got to ask myself...what am I going to do? I've heard about you Overdose. You're apparantly a solid competitor...with a fine record. OWF needs that...but picking shit with Mark Payne isn't going to solve anything.
Overdose rips the mic from Mark Paynes hand.
Overdose: Who are you to judge me, Blade? Payne wants to act like he is top shit and that's fine...as long as he can back it up. I just want the WHOLE world to see that this man is NOT as great as he thinks he is. I want the whole world to see that this punk can and will get his ass kicked in the ring...and I want to be the one to show it to them.
Mark Payne rips the mic from Overdose's hand and gets in his face.
Mark Payne: You what? I'm Mark "the Next Generation" Payne. I don't need to hear about your old school crap! This is the new age, the future...and when it's like that, you KNOW I'm going to be one of the names at the very top of the roster.
Overdose gets right in Mark Paynes face, before talking into the mic that Payne is still holding up to his own mouth.
Overdose: Then prove it...RIGHT HERE...AND RIGHT NOW!
Mark Payne pushes Overdose back and tosses the mic to the mat.
Blade: I swear to God, if either of you two lay a hand on the other, I'll fire both of your asses on the spot! It would seem that we have a situation here. We have...Overdose...a tried and tested wrestler with a pretty good history following him...then we have Mark Payne...the new age...the next generation of wrestler. Well, I have an idea that I think may work. I'm thinking that we should have Mark Payne...versus Overdose...in a FIRST BLOOD MATCH!
The fans let our a roar of cheers as Mark Payne and Overdose remain face to face.
Blade: And in the mean time, if either of you two do ANYTHING to attack the other, or set up the attack of your opponent...I'll not only kick your ass...but I'll beat you senseless, leave you bloody...and I'll LOOK GOOD DOIN' IT!
Blade then over exaggeratedly raises the mic up to his lips...
Blade: THE "MASTER OF DISASTER" HAS SPOKEN!
Blade then drops his mic to the mat and stares down at the ring where Mark Payne and Overdose remain face to face.
Dave Rage: Did you hear that? Mark Payne versus Overdose! Old school versus new school...NEXT WEEK!
Smokey Green: But...Mark Payne hasn't done anything! One match, one promo like Overdose said...surely this is a mismatch?
Johnny V: We'll have to wait and find out...but lets hope they don't start brawling in the ring right now!
Blade turns and heads through the titantron curtain as a fleet of OWF referees storm down to the ring and slide under the bottom rope. They quickly get a grip on Payne and force him through the ropes, but due to Overdoses position, he saw them coming and refuses to leave the ring.
Johnny V: That's one down...one to go. At least the situation is under control...
One official gets him in an arm lock, but Overdose elbows him in the jaw, before clotheslining him to the floor. Overdose then kicks another one in the cut and executes a perfect Flatline DDT.
Smokey Green: God DAMN! Overdose is pumped!
Dave Rage: He's working through those officials like they were pins!
At this point of time the rest of the OWF referees and officials simply leap on top of Overdose before he has a chance to get to his feet. Mark Payne makes his way up the ramp, not looking back. We cut to a quick commercial break.
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Written By Blade |
Title: None Match Type: Hardcore Triple Threat Match Drake Vs. Johnny Doom Vs. Insomnia |
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We cut to the commentators desk where we see Johnny V, Dave Rage and Smokey Green sitting down, with a load of fans behind them cheering.
Smokey Green: Well, the fans are certainly enjoying the show so far...
Johnny V: I'll give them some credit, they haven't had alot to cheer about. Two rookies punching eahc other them climbing the ladder in the first match, then Shyne destroying Nick Booton. That's now a whole lot.
Dave Rage: What about the news from K-Nynes court case?
Johnny V: Lets just that that if he gets locked up...I'll be a very happy man.
Dave Rage: I just don't understand you at all, Johnny.
All three of the commentators then fall quiet, before Smokey Green pipes up.
Smokey Green: Up next, ladies and gentlemen at home, is a triple threat hardcore match between the North American champion, Drake, Insomnia and Johnny Doom! Rage, what do you make of this...Drake, character?
Dave Rage: He's crazy. I don't know what to make of him other than that...you can not predict what's going on inside this mans head because he's like ten different men...ten different, psychotic men!
Smokey Green: How about you Johnny V?
Johnny V: I don't know the guy...but from what I've seen he knows how to get the job done. He's the mater of mind games...and I don't think that ANYONE can get inside his head.
Smokey Green: Very true. Well, his opponents will have their work cut out for them tonight. Johnny Doom didn't even bother to cut a promo and Insomnia only managed to get one up. Tann wasn't very happy about that.
Johnny V: Well, that is Bryan Tann and Blades business...we just have to see how well Insomnia and Johnny Doom fare against Drake.
The arena is flooded in red, red smoke starts to fill the stage area and Drake is elevated from under the stage in a Gangrel fashion. He walks through the smoke with his bag of tricks over his shoulder and his OWF North American title around his neck. He stops once he is in plain view, before looking out at the crowd. He drops his bag to the floor and raises his arms in the air quickly. Red flame pyro shoots up from the ramp as Drake looks around with a twisted smile. Drake then picks up his bag and starts to walk down the ramp until he reaches the ring. He puts his bag in the corner and then climbs the steel steps, he then climbs over the top rope to enter the ring and walks around shaking the ropes. He smiles as his music finishes playing and stands in the middle of the ring, waiting for his opponents to appear.
Smokey Green: Drake looks ready here. I wonder what he's going to do when the first of his opponents get into the ring with him...alone.
Johnny Dooms theme music hits as gold letters with Doom move around like crazy in the arena and they meet at the stage as Johnny comes out with a gold shirt on saying "Doom Time." His tights have Johnny down one side and Doom down the other. He walks down the ramp like a cocky Orton, but pauses, looking into the ring at Drake. He stands on the outside talking trash as his music stops playing.
Dave Rage: Look at him! He's afraid to get into the ring alone with Drake!
Johnny V: That's probably the wisest thing you could do against this guy! Wait for back up!
Insomnias music hits and the lights flicker to the base line of the song. Insomnia enters from the titantron, stands in a Randy Orton like pose before walking down the aisle while fireworks go off.
Smokey Green: Well, Insomnia looks in pretty good shape. He may not need Johnny Dooms help at all in the early stages of this match...but by God, he's going to take it!
He stands next to Johnny Doom and the two look at each other before nodding. They then charge down the end of the ramp and slide into the ring. They are instantly hit to the mat by a double clothesline from Drake. Drake pulls Doom to his feet by wrapping his hand around his throat. He knees Doom in the midsection, before hoisting him above his head with a Gorilla Press Slam. He walks over to the turnbuckle and drops Johnny face first onto it.
Dave Rage: I think Doom just had his skull shattered!
Johnny hits the mat and holds his head in pain. Drake turns around�and receives a huricanrana from Insomnia, dropping him to the mat. Drake quickly gets back to his feet, but is drop kicked in the jaw, sending him over the top rope. Insomnia quickly runs and slides under the bottom rope, before grabbing Drake by the head as he tries to get up.
Smokey Green: Insomnia is DEFINATELY bringing the pain to Drake here! If I've ever seen anyone taking it to Drake, its Insomnia!
Dave Rage: You can say that again. A great display from this talent.
He starts giving a vicious barrage of right fists, until Drake grabs his fist.
Johnny V: Oh snap...things are about to get bloody.
Drake smiles, before spitting blood from his mouth in Insomnias face. Drake then grabs the back of Insomnias head while he is trying to get the blood out of his eyes, before cracking his face off of the side of the ring. Inside the ring, Johnny Doom is standing up and smiles when he sees Drake reaching for his back. Doom charges at Drake and attempts a baseball slide�but Drake moves out of the way at the last second. He spins around and�Drake throws a handful of maggots into his face. Doom struggles to get the maggots out of his hair, when Drake jumps up onto the steel steps and double ax-hammers him to the floor. He then grabs Dooms foot and swings his body around and into the steel steps, getting a cheer from the fans.
Smokey Green: JOHNNY DOOM MAY BE BROKEN IN HALF! OH MY GOD!
Drake then turns his attention to Insomnia who has got a baseball bat from under the ring. He swings it at Drake, but Drake ducks it. Insomnia swung it with such force that it brakes in half on the turnbuckle. Drake then swings a right fist, but Insomnia ducks it before kicking Drake right in the balls.
Johnny V: No matter how insane you may be...thats ALWAYS going to hurt!
Insomnia then grabs Drakes arm before irish whipping him into the security rail. He then charges at him and drives his shoulder into his gut. Drake drops to the floor in a sitting position, which is perfect for Insomnia who charges in and knees him square in the jaw. Insomnia then turns to Johnny Doom who is searching through Drakes bag of tricks and tossing out items such as a jar with a human brain in it and a clock. He looks up and sees Insomnia coming at him and turns to run. Insomnia rugby tackles him to the floor, then climbs onto his chest before hitting Doom over the face repeatedly with the jar with a brain in it. The jar eventually shatters and Doom lays there covered in blood and brain fluid.
Smokey Green: That is...totally...disgusting.
Johnny V: I'm so glad I didn't eat before this match...
Smokey Green: Me too...how about you Dave? Dave? Dave? Oh shit...
We hear some throwing up from the commentators table as Insomnia climbs to his feet and starts to clean his hands with a disgusted look on his face. He shakes his head...until he hears an alarm clock ringing. He turns around�and is smacked right in the face with the alarm clock that Insomnia pulled from Drakes bag of tricks. Insomnia staggers back to his feet and turns around, before having Drakes bag tossed over his head. Insomnia struggles to get it off as we see a few huge spiders and a snake crawl from the bottom.
Johnny V: As if it isn't bad enough having things pulled from the bag and used on you...Insomnias now inside the bag!
Insomnia eventually gets the back off of him and stands there, violently hitting his head to get all of the insects out. He turns to Drake who is standing right behind him. Drake looks left and right as the fans cheer�but out of no where, Insomnia just snaps forward and headbutts Drake in the bridge of his nose. He then jumps up onto the ring curtain and spears Drake to the floor. He gets back to his feet as Drake staggers to his, before pulling a steel chair from under the ring.
Smokey Green: Insomnia may be looking to end this right here, right now!
Dave Rage: He may have Drakes number on this one!
Insomnia stands there, waiting as Drake turns around, before lunging forward. Drake ducks it�and Insomnia hits Johnny Doom right in the face. Doom hits the outside mat unconscious as Insomnia turns around. He stands ready with the chair, before smacking Drake over the head with the chair�but Drake doesn�t move.
Smokey Green: Run Insomnia, RUUUUUUUUUN!
Drake smiles and takes the chair from Insomnias hands. He then starts beating HIMSELF over the head with the chair, before tossing it over his shoulder and into the fans. He smiles as blood runs down his face, dripping onto his chest. Insomnia looks scared for a second, but snaps back to reality. He charges at Drake with a clothesline, but Drake ducks down�and tosses Insomnia right over his head, over the security barrier and into the fans, taking about seven innocents fans down in the process!
Johnny V: I think front row seats are going to have to be made a whole lot cheaper to convince people to sit there in the future...especially with this kind of brawling going on in the arena!
Drake looks over at the carnage before turning around to Johnny Doom who is using the ring curtain to pull himself to his feet. Drake kicks him in the gut and picks him up, ready for his Devils Drop. He then turns around and runs up the steel steps, before executing his finishing move quickly, snapping Doom to the mat viciously.
Smokey Green: THE DEVILS DROP FROM THE STEEL STEPS! JOHNNY DOOM COULD BE DEAD!
The referee walks over to the war ground as covers Doom.
1�2�3!
The bell rings as Drake climbs to his feet. The referee holds Drakes arm in the air, then looks at Drake who glares at him. The referee turns to run, but trips over the fallen Johnny Doom and smashes his head off of the security barrier, putting himself out cold. Drake wipes some of the blood from his forehead with his hand, then licks his fingers.
Smokey Green: Well...Drake in typical style gets the win...with some crazy antics.
Dave Rage: Can you believe that this lunatic is our North American champion? I love it!
Johnny V: That's two victories in two weeks for this mad man...I predict a very successful 2006 for this competitor!
Smokey Green: That sounded almost like a compliment, Johnny.
Johnny V: Pah...
Drake picks up his now empty bag of tricks and starts to head up the ramp. As he reaches the top of the ramp, he turns around with a crooked smile, staring at the wreck he left behind him. He then turns back around and heads through the OWFtron curtain. |
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We cut to the backstage area where the cleaning crew is heading into an empty room. There are 4 of them in total. Cleaning Crew Foreman: Alright guys we're gonna head into this room and straighten a few things up and, then we're out of here. When they open the door, the foreman is suddenly pulled into the room and the door is slammed shut. The other 3 guys from the cleaning crew hear screams of terror coming from the inside. They pull the door open and go to rush in. As soon as they open the door, the large frame of Angel of Death simply grabs the one in the lead and drills him with a HARD right hand and then flings him into the room as if he were nothing! The other two freeze in their tracks as Bane, who is wearing his wrestling gear with his Dark Forces T-Shirt is stomping on the foreman who's laying still. Raising from behind the couch is the North American Champion, Drake! He's got the OWF North American Title around his neck, with a large sack in his left hand! Smokey Green: What in the hell are The Forsaken and Drake doing in there?! Why are they assaulting the cleaning crew? Dave Rage: Holy hell, look at what Drake is wearing! Sure enough, Drake is also wearing a Dark Forces T-Shirt to match Angel of Death's and Bane's. Drake forces the fallen foreman's mouth open and sticks his hand into the sack and grins. Drake: Say 'ahhh'! Bane and AOD begin to laugh as Drake shoves a fist full of earthworms into the man's mouth! The man can be heard retching! When Drake is finished, the camera then shows AOD, Bane, and Drake, the newest member of the Dark Forces standing side by side looking at the other two members of the cleaning crew who look scared shitless. Bane: Boo! The other two members of the cleaning crew take off running leaving the foreman, and the other guy that got attacked by AOD. We can hear the foreman vomiting violently trying to get the worms out of his mouth, where he'd also swallowed some. AOD then pulls the fallen cleaning crew member up, and Bane grabs a fist full of worms as does Drake. Bane then shoves the worms down the front of the man's pants, and then Drake shoves them into the man's mouth! The Dark Forces exit the room laughing. The Tag Team Champions and the North American Champion have caused absolute carnage in the dressing room!! Smokey Green: I can't believe what we just saw! WHAT THE HELL WAS THE POINT OF THAT?! Johnny V: If it was to make everyone in the arena ready to puke, then mission a-fucking-complished! |
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Title: None Match Type: Single Match Sebastien Stiles Vs. Fan 1210 |
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Falling from me by Korn plays as the lights go dim as he gets up form his seat in the crowd and makes his way to the guard rail. he climbs over it and slides into the ring where you see his face is bandaged up covering his face. He is also wearing a black Hooded sweatshirt with the hood up and ties to stay in place... He sits in the corner and awaits the bell to begin the match..... Smokey Green: And here comes the OWF Fan...this guy is definately a mysterious type. He had a pretty good showing at Holiday Havok, now he's facing another young up and comer in Sebastian Stiles, this should be a good one! Dave Rage: I don't know why...but something about the way he moves in the ring reminds me of somebody...can't remember who though. The lights go out and a voice speaks "Are you afraid of the dark?" and yall wanna single hits the PA louder than any other song. Sebastien Stiles walks out from the back and heads down the ramp. As he heads down, he spins around in circles and stops at the end of the ramp. You hear the words."Or Just Me?!" As the the course of the song plays, Seb flexes at the end of the runway and flares shoot up from everywhere in the arena. He charges at the ring and slides in. The lights turn on and seb throws his right arm in the air and slowly turns around. The music stops and the crowd screams!! Smokey Green: And here comes Sebastian Stiles, this young man is DEFINATELY on his way up. He and Shyne have a score that DEFINATELY needs to be settled, that's for damn sure. Johnny V: Truthfully I can't wait to see that lock up either! Dave Rage: What's wrong with you today Johnny? Johnny V: What? Dave Rage: You're not as much of an asshole as usual. Johnny V: Oh that, eh made a bet with a friend that I could not be a dick for one night. Doing good so far what do you think? Before Dave Rage can respond, OWF Fan attacks Sebastian Stiles from behind and the bell rings. OWF Fan continues his assault with right hand after right hand, before shoving Stiles in the corner and relentlessly pounding on him with right after right, and then boots to the stomach and then chest as Stiles slumps down in the corner. The Fan then backs up to the far side corner and charges in HARD driving his knee into Stiles' face! The crowd lets out a LOUD "OHHHHH" as the impact is heard through out the arena! Smokey Green: OH MY GOD THAT WAS SICK! The ref suddenly begins to argue with The OWF Fan about his tactics. Stiles starts to get to his feet, when suddenly out of the crowd, Shyne emerges! He slips on a pair of brass knuckles and leaps onto the apron! He taps Stiles on the shoulder, when he turns around, Shyne DRILLS HIM IN THE FACE WITH THE BRASS KNUCKLES! Stiles simply crumples like a folded cardboard box to the mat as Shyne disappears through the crowd again. Dave Rage: Shyne caught him with the brass knuckles! Good night Sebastian Stiles! Johnny V: Guess that's pay back for Stiles costing him the North American Title at Holiday Havok! The Fan finally pushes past the ref seeing that Stiles is layed out, he simply pulls him up and plants him with a viscious Evenflow DDT! The match is all but over! Smokey Green: Well, Stiles WAS a hot prospect...but after being physically dominated and then the brass knuckles...woah...why is the Fan climbing the turnbuckle? The Fan climbs the turnbuckle and leaps going for a flying elbow. When he hits, he lets out a LOUD yell of pain as he hit the apron at a VERY awkward angle. He is however still covering Stiles and the ref goes for a cover. 1 2 3! Winner: OWF Fan 1210 Smokey Green: The Fan got the win, but he's clutching at his knee it looks like. I think he landed wrong when he leaped...that doesn't look good. Here come the EMTs to check on him. Let's just hope that he's alright...last thing we |
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The scene opens inside Bryan Tann and Blades joint office. We see Bryan Tann pacing back and forth in the middle of the floor while Blade is leaning back in his black leather chair, puffing on an expensive cigar. As the camera pans around, we see Johnny Doom, Tommy Rock and Nick Booton sitting on a long leather sofa, staring at the floor. There is a knock at the door and Tann stops pacing.
Bryan Tann: Who the hell is it?
The door opens and we see Sebastian Stiles walking in with a dazed look on his faces.
Bryan Tann: Get in here and sit your ass down NOW!
Stiles look at Tann with cold eyes, but do as he says and walk over to the sofa where he sits down. Tann slams the door shut as Blade places his cigar in his ash-tray on his desk.
Bryan Tann: I don�t have time for this�so I�m going to make this short and sweet. You pieces of shi -
Blade: Tann�come on now�
Bryan Tann frowns and takes a deep breath.
Bryan Tann: You��superstars��haven�t been pulling your weight around here. When I say that, it comes at different levels for each of you. Some of you have just had a poor display for a couple of weeks�some of you have had a slightly longer run for a couple of months�where as some of you have been declining ever since you SIGNED your OWF contracts!
All four of the superstars frown at Tann as he paces backward and forward across the room, trying to hold his temper.
Bryan Tann: Understand this�we have a BUSINESS TO RUN! We don�t need useless punks cutting ONE pathetic little promo�or LESS�a week! What the fuck is wrong with you?! You consider yourselves greats, or legends, or icons�or at the very least, established stars�but let me break something to you�YOU�RE NOT!
Tann gets right in Stiles face, and then moves along the sofa, staring into each of his superstars eyes. Blade leans forward onto his desk, watching what is happening.
Bryan Tann: I�ve seen ROOKIES come into this business and put in more dedication than you pieces of deadweight! Who the hell do you think you are to not only�degrade OWF by having your names on the roster�but degrading the whole sport by calling yourself professional wrestlers?! Who?! I called you all here in my office because I�ve had enough of this shit. I�ve had too many sleepless nights and hard work poured into this business to watch punks like you RUIN it for me!
Bryan Tann stands in the middle of the room and points at all of the superstars one at a time.
Bryan Tann: You�re all�FIRED!
Sebastien Stiles, Johnny Doom, Tommy Rock and Nick Booton all look at each other. Blade stands up from behind his desk.
Blade: I don�t think so Tann�
Bryan Tann spins around and gets in Blades face.
Bryan Tann: What did you say?
Blade smiles and picks up his cigar. He takes a drag from it, before stepping around Bryan Tann.
Bryan Tann: What the hell did you say Blade? Repeat it so I know that what I think I heard�is what I really heard.
Blade: I said�I don�t think so Tann.
Bryan Tann: We run this thing TOGETHER Blade! We BOTH call the shots around here!
Blade: I know, I know�but you see�you have the tendancy to lose your cool�kick some ass�and then look back and say �why did this happen?� You're all heart, but you're also short tempered, which helped you to open up can after can of whoop ass on your opponents when you were in the ring. You're passionate about OWF and I know that. Me? I�m a business man. I�ve been in the ring, you know that�I can slip on my wrestling boots and kick some ass when I have to�but right now, we have to think of this from a�business perspective.
All four of the superstars on the scene look at Tann, waiting for his response.
Bryan Tann: So you say having these no-showing or poor performing bitches on our show is going to HELP?! Hell no it isn�t. So lets fire their asses!
Blade shakes his head.
Blade: Hear me out. These men are of little use to us right now because they aren�t pulling their weight�but firing them isn�t going to solve a damn thing. So�here�s what I think we should do.
Bryan Tann slumps against his desk with a frown on his face.
Blade: Each of these five �superstars��and trust me, I use that term VERY loosely�are going to be given the opportunity to fight FOR THEIR CAREERS!
The fans watching this on the titantron almost lift the room off at the sound of this announcement. Bryan Tann looks over at Blade.
Bryan Tann: I�m listening�
Blade: I�m saying that these men should be stuck into a five man battle royal�called the Save Your Ass Fatal Four Way! They need to get a minimum of TWO promo�s up�and turn up to the event to save their careers. Anything less�and I�ll personally help you to kick their asses before we kick their asses out of the arena and send �em on home with their last pay slip.
Bryan Tann looks down, before smiling. He then stands up and walks over to Blade.
Bryan Tann: That�ll work for sure. And anyone who doesn�t do what they need to will not only find their contracts ripped up�I�ll find a way to break them down and humiliate them in front of the WHOLE ARENA! You have my word on that, Blade, they don�t call me the Loose Cannon for nothing!
Blade nods, smiling, before taking another drag on his cigar. He then walks back around behind his desk.
Blade: Is there anything else?
Bryan Tann shakes his head, before picking up a baseball bat which was leaning against the book case in the office.
Bryan Tann: GET THE FUCK OUT BEFORE I BEAT TWO LOADS OF SHIT INTO YOUR HEADS!
The five superstars quickly get up and charge for the door, before barging their way out and into the corridor. Bryan Tann slams the door shut and turns to Blade, laughing.
Bryan Tann: At least I�ve still got it man.
Blade can't help but laugh a bit patting Tann on the back.
Blade: Yeah man, you still got it.
Blade sits back in his chair as we cut back to the arena, ready for the main event.
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Written By Blade |
Title: OWF Tag Team Titles Match Type: Standard Tag Team Match Twizted Angel & Toxic Angel Vs. Bane & AOD |
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The P.A system goes off as Dragula by Rob Zombie hits. The fans cheer as they see her walking out onto the top of the ramp. Toxic Angel begins to make her way down to the ring as she slides into the ring. She gets up to her feet as she raises her arms in the air as green & pink pyros shoot out from all corners of the ring. Her music then slowly begins to fade out. Smokey Green: We've just gotten word that Twisted Angel hasn't arrived in the building yet? Oh my God this means that this young lady is out here all alone in this mixed tag team match! Dave Rage: This can't be good, not at all! She's gonna be by herself against the World Tag Team Champions!! Almost on cue, "God Of Thunder" by Kiss hits over the PA, The Logo 4-Saken comes on the Tron then burst into flames, the ramp goes up in flames as Bane and AOD come up from the ramp (Like Gangrels entrance) and head twords the ring followed by Drake who came up through the fire with them. All three of them are decked out in their Dark Forces T-Shirts. Smokey Green: This is just not fair dammit! It's three on one and the one is a woman! How can Bane, and Angel of Death have these smiles on their faces like this?! Johnny V: Because they're animals that's why. They don't give a damn who they face off against so long as they're hurting SOMEONE! When The 4Saken enter the ring, Drake is standing on the apron watching with a cold grin on his face. AOD stands in the ring glaring down at Toxic Angel who is standing there steadfast, not showing any fear, ready to fight on her own if she has to. Suddenly, "My Humps" By BEP hits over the PA and standing at the top of the ramp is none other than Madison Divera! Smokey Green: I never thought I'd hear myself say this, but thank God Madison Divera is here! I'm still not happy with two women facing the Tag Team Champions, but Madison Divera is one tough lady and I think she will DEFINATELY help at least even the playing field just a little bit! Madison enters the ring and slaps hands with Toxic Angel. When the bell rings, AOD breaks into a mad bull charge going for both women. They each duck his out stretched arms. Madison delievers a hard knife edged chop to AOD, and then Toxic Angel delievers a chop of her own. AOD then simply grabs them both by the hair, glaring down at them showing them that their chops did nothing. Madison quickly kicks AOD in the shin once, and then twice forcing him to let her go. Toxic Angel then kicks him in the other shin twice forcing him to let go! He falls back into the corner, Madison then kicks him in the knee cap, and the Toxic Angel in the other, both ladies are now double teaming the giant AOD attacking his legs! The ref begins the count trying to get one of them out of the ring! Finally Madison exits the ring, leaving Toxic Angel to continue kicking AOD in his knees! AOD finally just pie faces her down to the mat trying to get a second to breath. TA is up quickly and charges at him only to have AOD raise the massive right foot, taking her down to the mat! The crowd boos loudly as TA hits the ground hard. Johnny V: I dont' want to hear a word against it Smokey Green! Toxic Angel knew what she was getting into when she signed the contract, so she's got to pay the price! A woman wants to get in a man's ring, they have to deal with the same treatment! Equal opprotunities and all! Smokey Green: Yeah, but the bastard doesn't have to look so damn happy about it! AOD then pulls TA up and sends her into the ropes and simply stand his ground shoulder blocking her to the mat. She hits the mat hard! AOD then pulls her up and sends her into the ropes and ducks to give her a back body drop. TA simply stops and plants a stiff kick to AOD's face which sends him standing straight up. TA then bounces off the ropes and drop kicks AOD in the knee but the big man still won't go down! She continues to throw kicks at his knee and his weist to no avail! She rushes over and tags Madison, and then rushes to the nearby turnbuckle. Madison and TA both climb their respective turnbuckles and leap almost at the same time hitting AOD with double missle drop kicks!! That takes the giant off his feet and the crowd is LOVING it! Madison then begins to try and stomp the hell out of AOD! AOD simply grabs her foot and shoves her away and down on her ass. AOD then sits up his eyes narrowed angrily. However as soon as he sits up, TA bounces off the ropes, BUT IS TRIPPED BY DRAKE! When she gets back up to argue with Drake, Bane enters the ring and charges hitting her from behind taking her over the top rope! The crowd is booing loudly and the ref forces Bane back to his corner. Dave Rage: You may hate the way they do things, but the 4Saken/Dark Forces work great as a team with Drake tripping Toxic Angel and Bane taking her over the top! Smokey Green: I still don't like it, I just don't! Madison pulls herself up about to go after Bane only to be grabbed from behind by AOD! He has his large hand around her throat ready to chokeslam her into the mat BUT SHE KICKS HIM IN THE BALLS WHILE THE REF'S BACK IS TURNED! AOD clutches his junk and howls in pain. Madison then bounces off the ropes again to attack AOD, but AOD simply clotheslines her to the mat! He staggers back and tags in Bane! Bane enters the ring with a cocky smirk on his face looking at Madison who is layed out from the clothesline. Bane pulls her up by her hair trash talking her, and then sends her into the ropes and clotheslines her back down the mat much to the loud boos of the crowd. Smokey Green: You know what this is about don't you? Dave Rage: Yeah, Bane and Silkk aren't the best of friends and now Bane is taking it out on Silkk's woman! Bane grins and pulls Madison back up and sends her into the ropes. Bane goes for another clothesline only to have Madison duck the clothesline, kick him in the stomach AND DELIEVER A STUNNER! She drops on him and goes for the cover. 1 2 AOD BREAKS UP THE PIN! Madison glares at AOD who smirks down at her. Madison stands up and is about to go at AOD while the ref is arguing with him when Drake enters the ring quickly turns her around, kicks her in the stomach AND DELEIVERS A DDT! Drake quickly exits the ring and Bane puts an arm around her going for the cover. The ref turns around after AOD forces him to and goes for the count. 1 2 MADISON KICKS OUT! Bane pulls Madison up and she throws a hard right hand which connects! Bane shakes his head a bit as if the shot actually effected him. Madison then hits him with another hard right hand. Bane then hits her right back which staggers Madison, but she turns right around and punches Bane right back! Madison catches Bane with another hard right hand, then she bounces off the ropes and hits him with a flying forearm, shades of the legendary Tito Santana! Madison then rushes over and punches AOD square in the face! When Drake jumps on the apron, she kicks him in the balls! Madison Divera is on fire! She bounces off the ropes and drop kicks Bane in his left knee to drop him back down to the mat! She then grabs Bane by the hair and begins hitting him with hard right hands before backing up into the corner and mounting the turnbuckle. When Bane stands up, Madison leaps and takes him down with a beautiful hurricanrana! Madison goes to cover Bane. 1 2 BANE KICKS OUT! Madison stands up and awaits Bane to get to his feet. When he does, Madison throws a kick to Bane, but Bane catches it. Madison goes for an enziguri but Bane ducks dropping Madison on her stomach. He then bounces off the ropes and drops an elbow drop on the small of her back keeping her down on the mat! Bane then pulls her up and gets her in a weist lock and delievers a brutal overhead belly to belly suplexe planting Madison to the mat! Johnny V: Damn guys, Bane isn't playing around no more. He's WRESTLING Madison Divera! Bane then tags in AOD who steps over the top rope and pulls Madison up and gets her in a bearhug! The ref is checking with her, but Madison won't give up. Toxic Angel is trying to get in the ring, but the ref stops asking if Madison gives and concentrates on getting Toxic Angel out of the ring. AOD simply puts Madison in the corner letting Bane start to choke her while the ref tends to Toxic Angel, the tag team champions showing their expierence as such. When the ref turns back around, AOD is giving Madison knee lifts in the corner, Kevin Nash like form. After about 2 knee lifts, AOD backs up and goes to deliever a back elbow. Madison ducks the attack and catches AOD with a thumb to the throat and rushes out of the corner and quickly tags in Toxic Angel! The crowd pops loudly as Toxic Angel enters the ring, and charges in throwing a flurry of punches at AOD who is still trying to recover from the thumb to the throat! Bane however throws a well placed punch to Toxic Angel dropping her to the mat! The ref begins yelling at Bane who simply puts his hands up with a cocky smirk. Bane starts yelling at AOD. Bane: LET'S END THIS BITCH RIGHT NOW! Smokey Green: What many thought would be a crush match has turned into a great encounter, but I think the Tag Champions are a little overwhelming. Angel of Death tags in Bane, and Bane gets in position. AOD hoists Toxic Angel up and PLAYTIME IS OVER! PLAYTIME IS OVER (3D). AOD stands in position in the ring and Bane goes for the cover. 2 3 Smokey Green: It's Twisted Angel! Where the hell has he been!? He looks like he's gotten his ass handed to him! Dave Rage: I don't think Madison Divera or Toxic Angel care at this point! They're just glad he's here! Twisted Angel starts throwing hard right hands to Bane's face when AOD simply grabs him from behind and head butts him in the back of the head dropping him to the mat. Drake simply throws Madison down hard to the mat and exits the ring and grabs a table from under the ring and slides it into the ring! He then sets it up while AOD continues to stomp on the fallen Twisted Angel. After Drake sets it up, AOD and Bane get in position AND PLAY TIME IS OVER TO TWISTED ANGEL!!! Madison is back up, and backing away as if trying to stay away from Drake who has a look of malicious intent on his face! The tag team champions then move in ready to continue their assault when suddenly the crowd pops out some mostly with a chorus of boos as the Dark Forces quickly duck out of the ring as Silkk rushes into the ring with a chair in hand ready to light up anyone that comes his way. Bane looks up at Silkk and says something along the lines of "This isn't over!" as the fans break into a chorus of boos. Winners and STILL Tag Team Champions : The Forsaken |
Written By Tann |
Title: OWF World Heavyweight Title Match Type: Standard Singles Match Chris Green vs. Silkk *Note: Also includes segments |
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The OWF cameras catch up to Chris Green as he's preparing for his big match with Silkk. Bobby Taylor: I have to get a word in with you Chris if that's alright? Green: Sure monkey boy, I'll give ya a few seconds, what do you want? Bobby Taylor: Well sir, first of all its great for you to be back here in the OWF, this place just hasn't been the same without you. Green: I know its great to be back. I am ready, ready to take my spot back. K Nyne was a great champion and was respectful, but unfortunate things happen sometimes. So here we are. My point is to become the 5 time world heavyweight champion. Twice here in the OWF, and three times in a place that shall remain nameless. Bobby Taylor: So have you heard from Cameron Frost? Green: I still keep in regular contact with him, but I will say it right now Cold Grass is NOT coming back. Bobby Taylor: Anything else you want to share? Green: As a matter of fact there is, Silkk, I want you to listen REAL good. Your about to get knocked down a few pegs in just a few minutes. So enjoy your little bit of "stature" that you have left. Because you're about to choke for the second time in as many weeks. And you're looking at the RIGHTFUL World Heavyweight Champion. Green walks away Smokey Green: Woah, some powerful words from Chris Green, is he ready or what guys? Dave Rage: Oh yeah does he EVER look ready guys. I mean, despite that serious leg injury that he sustained, he looks to be in great shape, the fire is in his eyes, the guy is ready! Johnny V: And he DEFINATELY wants that title, and that goes back to the 'fire in his eyes' that you touched on Dave. Green is ready, and Silkk is too, this is going to be hellacious! And it... The arena goes black...and all of sudden you start to hear the sirens throughout the arena and Silkk theme song comes over the PA system...'Fireman' by Lil Wayne....and the fans start to boo and Silkk comes out from the back standing there looking around the arena and the pyro explodes throughout the ramp....and walks down towards the ring....and Silkk has an smirk on his face as if he knwos he is better than everybody else....he gets in the ring...and looks around and leans back on the ropes and has an attitude on his face and looks ready for his match... Smokey Green: And here comes "The Bout It One"! And man does he ever look focused. He's not in a rapping, or rhyming mood tonight! He wants that OWF gold and by God I think he's willing to do ANYTHING it takes to get it! Johnny V: But you have to remember the key thing you mentioned Smokey, he's gotta go through a man who says he is the "By God" best there is! 'Thrown away by Vast hits and on the OWF TRON you see all the highlights of Green's career.. and then a few pyros as Green walks out to a large ovation.. he strolls down to the ring and even holds up a sign that one of the fans made saying "green 4:20 rules!!!" Green smiles with it and enters the ring.... The ref holds up the title for everyone to see and Green eyes the championship.. and then all of a sudden SILKK DRILLS HIMFROM BEHIND!!! the bell sounds! Smokey Green: WHAT A DIRTY SHOT BY SILKK! He definately IS doing all that it takes to win that title! Dave Rage: Did you expect anything less? Silkk attacks Green from behind as the fans boo... Repeated rights to his back region as he turns him around send him to the ropes and hits a vicious clothesline.. Green back up and Silkk lays him out again with another devastating clothesline... Silkk taking the advantage early here....He has Green in the corner now choking him as the ref counts 1..2..3..4.. and he lets off. Smokey Green: Silkk had better be careful, he almost got himself disqualified! Johnny V: Silkk is too smart for that. This guy is a vetern, a legend even! He knows exactly what he can get away with, and there's NO WAY he's going to do ANYTHING to cost himself his title! Silkk grabs Green and Green breaks it up and starts hitting repeated rights to Silkk's face! Green with an atomic drop on Silkk who is now covering his lower extremities. The fans are cheering as Green goes for a DDT, but its blocked and Silkk hits a suplex! COVER!! 1... 2... GREEN KICKS OUT! Smokey Green: I almost thought he had Green for a second! Dave Rage: So did these fans Smokey, you can definately see a little bit of ring rust there out of Green. Johnny V: Remember something too guys, Chris Green is great at playing mindgames, he's GOT to be lure Silkk into something. The question is, 'What'? Silkk now goes for another suplex, but Green blocks the attempt and reverses it into a suplex of his own!!! Green quickly nips up and now goes to the top rope and hits an elbow!!! COVER!! 1.. 2.. Silkk with the kick out this time Johnny V: SEE?! I told you! What action! Chris Green was just trying to lure Silkk in! Smokey Green: What a chain of moves from the former World's Champion! Now, will you see this kind of action in AS... Dave Rage: No, I don't think we'd see this kind of action in Anal Sex Wrestling, not at all! Green now trying to some more control here... Green sets Silkk up, and hits a back breaker!! Silkk simply rolls to the outside after the exchange trying to buy himself some time.Madison quickly rushes over to aid Silkk, and the crowd is chanting loudly... CHRIS GREEN! CHRIS GREEN! CHRIS GREEN! While the ref begins his mandatory 10 Count, Green charges and hits a top rope suicide dive onto Silkk AND MADISON DIVERA TAKING THEM BOTH OUT! Smokey Green: OH MY GOD HE TOOK THEM BOTH OUT! IT LOOKS LIKE A TRAIN WRECK! SILKK IS DOWN, MADISON IS DOWN, GREEN IS DOWN! AND THE REF IS COUNTING! The fans are going nuts on the outside as both men are down...Green is a little groggy from that and Silkk is actually the first one to get up as he starts to hammer on Green... Madison is still down, she's out...Silkk looks over seeing this and he slams Green's head into the ring steps with ferocious intent!!! As Green seems very much out of it after that move that seems to have taken more of a toll on him then Silkk.. Silkk tosses Green back into the ring.. Silkk now going for a powerbomb HE HITS IT!!! HE COVERS GREEN! One.. Two.. THR... GREEN WITH THE KICK OUT. Smokey Green: OH MY GOD WHAT IMPACT! I thought Chris Green was finished with that one! Johnny V: If you look a little closer Smokey Green...it looks like Green is about to be finished, look! Silkk wastes no time, he hoists Green up...OH MY IT'S GOT TO BE OVER!! HE'S GOING FOR THE DRIVE BY AND HITS IT!!!!! Smokey Green: DRIVE BY! DRIVE BY! DRIVE BY! GREEN IS DOWN AND HE'S NOT GETTING UP! IT'S SYSTEMATIC FROM HERE!! One Two The lights in the arena suddenly go out and there is the snowy static over the OWFtron and a voice comes over the PA. Voice: When you see the static, YOU'RE FUCKED! Smokey Green: What in the hell happened to the lights goddammit!? When the lights come back on, AMARU AND SHAUN STEWART ARE STANDING IN THE RING BEHIND SILKK!! Silkk by now has stood up and is looking up at the OWFTron in confusion. Dave Rage: IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS?! Smokey Green: IT'S AMARU AND SHAUN STEWART! WHAT IN THE HELL IS THIS?! TURN AROUND SILKK! TURN AROUND!! When Silkk turn around, Amaru catches him with a HARD right hand, and Silkk responds with a right of his own. Shaun Stewart then clubs Silkk in the back wiht a HARD forearm shot that sends Silkk staggering forward into Amaru. Silkk simply bulls into Amaru trying to fight for his life! Stewart rushes up and drills Silkk in the ribs with some hard right hands before Silkk finally drops to his knees. Amaru ducks out of the ring grabbing a steel chair while Shaun Stewart is stomping the life out of Silkk! When Amaru gets back into the ring, Silkk explodes up, bulling Stewart to the ground and throwing a massive flurry of rights into Shaun Stewart's face! Smokey Green: And Silkk won't die! SILKK WON'T DIE! HE'S FIGHTING BACK AND....OH MY GOD AMARU WITH THE CHAIR! Silkk is drilling Stewart with right after right until a LOUD sickening thud of metal on flesh is heard as Amaru drills Silkk in the back with a steel chair! Silkk's back arches and he falls off of Stewart. Chris Green by now has made his way back to his feet, still groggy after Silkk's assault. He drops to the outside and grabs a thick chain and enters the ring with a sick glare on his face. He then wraps the chain around Silkk's neck and begins choking the life out of him! Johnny V: I KNEW CHRIS GREEN HAD SOMETHING PLANNED! CHRIS GREEN ALWAYS HAS SOMETHING PLANNED!!! THIS IS GREAT! Smokey Green: Great?! GREAT?! THIS MAN COULDN'T JUST TAKE A LOSS COULD HE?! HE HAD TO GET HIS FRIENDS! Dave Rage: This was premeditated guys! He's probably had this planned for months! Green continues choking the life out of Silkk before he looks to Shaun Stewart who is in position, Green simply shoves Silkk into Stewart, AND STEWART HITS THE CLIMAX! Silkk is layed out!! Smokey Green: THIS IS TOO MUCH! SOMEONE GET DOWN THERE AND HELP HIM DAMMIT! Yeah, REAL tough bastards aren't you? The man just fought a monumental match 7 days ago, and then another classic tonight AND YOU THREE ATTACK HIM!? THIS ISN'T RIGHT! The lights suddenly go out again. Dave Rage: NOW WHAT?! "Master of Puppets" by Metallica hits. The fans jump to their feet to look at the entrance ramp, and the fans pops LOUDLY!!! Jesse Williams walks out from the back with a water bottle, looking ready for action as he makes his way down the aisle towards the ring at full speed with a baseball bat in hand! Smokey Green: IT'S JESSE WILLIAMS! OH MY GOD IT'S JESSE WILLIAMS!! THE FORMER OWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION IS HERE AND HE HASN'T COME ALONE! HE'S GOT AN EQUALIZER!! Dave Rage: It's pay back time Green! Smokey Green: You will remember fans that it was Chris Green that put Jesse Williams on the shelf to win the OWF World Heavyweight Title over the summer when Chris Green electrocuted Jesse Williams! Looks like Chris Green's day of reckoning is here! Williams slides into the ring, Amaru and Stewart back off as does Green. Green has a scared look on his face seeing the look of utter intensity on Williams' face! Silkk starts to force his way to his feet, looking almost glad to see Jesse Williams standing there! Suddenly, Williams drops the bat and delievers A BEAUTIFUL STANDING SIDE KICK TO SILKK!! SILKK IS DOWN!! Smokey Green: WHAT THE HELL?! OH THAT SON OF A BITCH! Johnny V: Doesn't look like the Day or Reckoning will be today...oh my God...the OWF will never be the same! Static is on the scene look at them! Chris Green grins and takes Williams' hand and pulls him into a hug as the former enemies stand united! Amaru and Shaun Stewart move over and the members of Static stand triumphant in the ring. Chris Geen then simply pulls Silkk up and tosses him over the top rope with very little regard. Amaru then exits the ring, and snatches the World Heavyweight title from the time keeper! The crowd boos LOUDLY at the actions of Static! Green is about to speak, but the boos are just so loud it's intense! They're even louder than they were earlier on! Smokey Green: Well I hope that bastard is happy! I hope he's REAL happy with what he's done! Johnny V: He sure looks happy! Dave Rage: Amaru has the World Title in hand and...man this is just sick! GET SOME HELP FOR SILKK AND MADISON DAMMIT! Smokey Green: Look at Chris Green as he takes the belt from Amaru and holds it up! YOU'RE NOT THE CHAMPION CHRIS GREEN! YOU BASTARD! Chris Green: The real champion is fucking back you pieces of shit! What the hell is this?! Just a little while ago, you fickle fucks were cheering for me, NOW you want to boo? Fuck this! Did I ever tell you how much I hated Chicago? My god what a disgrace of a city. WHAT A DISGRACE TO THIS COUNTRY! I mean hell, this city hasn't ment a damn thing since Michael Jordan left! The crowd boos loudly Chris Green: More importantly what a disgrace the OWF is.. When I wasnt here this place was reduced to fucking bullshit and that's ALL THERE IS TO IT!. The crowd boos loudly Chris Green: K-Nyne? A fucking disgrace to that World Title PLAIN AND SIMPLE! Nathan Gray? WHO??? What in the hell is a Nathan Gray?? Nothing thats what!! To this day Cameron Frost should have been World Heavyweight Champion! Not that whiny little bastard! The crowd starts throwing trash into the ring. Chris Green: Oh yeah? Well let me just say that you all can go fucking shove it! Because like it or not, The REAL CHAMPION is in this ring. The Undisputed Heavyweight Champion!! I never lost this fucking belt. The OWF needs to go back to where it was and that is with ME LEADING IT. All these douche bags running around here. Jokes. ABSOLUTE JOBBER PIECES OF SHIT. Shyne? Sebastian Stiles? WHAT THE FUCK?? Who the hell are these minor leaguers? K Nyne??? Then we have other losers I wont even mention like this sorry piece of crap SILKK. LEARN to deal with it Chris Green, and STATIC is back. Jesse Williams, now that is the biggest story right there. STatic is back from the fucking dead. Shaun Stewart an absolute legend in this business. Amaru? A Hall of Famer who deserves more respect! The 4 of us right here are the absolute best. The time of thugs IS OVER. And it's time for the OWF to become what it is SUPPOSE TO BE! Not just a land for outsiders, where pieces of shit have to rap just to get over, but a land of LEGENDS! Chris Green holds up the OWF World Heavyweight Title as the crowd pops into a LOUD chorus of boos. Green then hands the mic over to Shaun Stewart. Shaun Stewart: If I didn't know any better, I'd say what happened just now inside this ring was a disgusting act of violence and malicious intent. However, I do know better, and I STILL think it's a disgusting act of violence and malicious intent, and I LOVE IT! Ladies and Gentlemen, the name is Shaun Stewart. And, just in case you're not too sure of who the hell I am - AKA - you're a total piece of shit, then allow me to refresh your memory. The fastest rising ASW World Champion, anyone? That's right - ME! And, if you're STILL not familiar with me from my legendary ASW run, then I'm probably sure there's other places you might have recognized me from. Places, such as your bed, because while you were at work, chances are I was that guy at your home on the film we taped on the tripod, STUFFING your wife's stocking for Christmas! Smokey Green: Disgusting bastard! [Stewart hurries over and leans over the ropes as the crowd boos loudly. He glares at a fat woman in the crowd.] Shaun Stewart: Except you, FATASS! FREE WILLY! Lord of mercy! Now, I enjoyed King Kong, but I SURE AS HELL wouldn�t ever sleep with his stunt double, so don�t get your hopes up. [The fat woman almost bursts into tears as her obese husband tries to leap over the guard rail but gets stopped by security. The crowd boos even louder.] Shaun Stewart: Rules? You can keep 'em. This is STATIC. We run shit OUR WAY. And, you might as well get used to us, because trust me, we�re not going ANYWHERE for a very long time. Amaru, you want this? [Amaru nods. Stewart hands him the mic.] Amaru: CHICAGOOOO FUCKING ILLINOIS. I'MMM BAACCKKK..... I dont know how many times I've been to this great, broken down ass city of wanabe thugs like Silkk. I've seen this cat around here prancing around like he is a real champion. Shit boy, to me you are a ingrown hair on my ass. And, since I can tell that most of you pieces of crap are nothing but pathetic sacks of horse shit that couldn't get a member of the opposite sex to touch various places on your body with all of the roofies in the world!! So let me just give you a bit of a clue, you see I've been in this business for quite some time now and I've seen people like you running around pretending to be something your not. And believe you me, I am a MASTER, and goddamn CARNOSAUR OF MY ART! Unlike the rest of you dick sticks! And when you pit me with Chris Green, Shaun Stewart, and "The Icon" Jesse Williams, you get a group that cannot, and WILL NOT be stopped. Pray to your God, thump your bible, call your military, I really don't a good goddamn, because in the end, the result will ALWAYS be the same! STATIC IS NOT THE GROUP TO FUCK WITH!! OWF STATIC is back and its a new year for a new reign. We are going to be taking over this bitch like it was last nights hooker. So just remember the saying OWF, When you see the STATIC, YOU'RE FUCKED!!!!! The crowd pops into a loud chrous of boos as Jesse Williams takes the mic. Jesse Williams: Yeah yeah yeah. You boo, and i'm your franchise. As one franchise once said, it's not so great being a franchise. But you know what? I come back here everytime and withstand your bullshit. So, in order to make you as miserable as possible, I came back to finish what I started last time and that's shutting all of you up for good. The crowd boos Jesse Williams: And you can DEFINATELY BELIEVE no gangster rap battle will effect how we perform in the ring. I wasn't gonna say anything, but don't you all think it's a little too much of a convience that the WORLD CHAMPION, the all mighty, um, what's his name? K-Dawg? K-Nizzle? Whatever, I'm straying from the path. Don't you think it's weird that he quits before we show? Was he tipped off? Who knows. But all I know is that this place is ours now. The time of the new school, bullshit is over and the old school, but the best school, is back in session. And we won't let you forget it.
What we have here is a personification of greatness is what it all boils down to. What we have here in the form of myself, Chris Green, Amaru, and Shaun Stewart IS THE MOST DOMINATE GROUP TO ENTER THE OWF IN SOME TIME! And believe me, I know ALL ABOUT being in a dominate group. Hell, I know what it's like to be plain fucking DOMINATE! And what I did to you Silkk? That was proof of domination. What I PLAN TO DO here in the OWF, it's an example of domination. Now, you may ask the question 'Why Jesse Williams? Why would you join with Chris Green when he damn near ended your career by electrocuting you?' well the answer is quite simple. I love the OWF, hell its in the OWF where I began my reign of dominance, and when I see the likes of Shyne, Silkk, K-Nyne, Angel Of Death, Bane....running around here like they're actually SOMETHING, well that just pisses me off, it's as simple as that. TAKE NOTICE MOTHER FUCKERS! STATIC IS HERE, WE'RE HERE TO STAY, AND THAT'S ALL THERE IS TO IT! AND THERE'S NOTHING ANY OF YOU CAN DO, OR SAY ABOUT IT!!!
'Thrown Away' by Vast hits over the PA as the Four Members of Static stand triumphantly in the ring with trash all around them and the crowd booing loudly. The cameras film the EMTs showing up to help Silkk and Madison back to the back. Silkk has blood coming from his cut that was reopened during the attacks, and Madison is still a bit out of it from the suicide dive from Green and her grueling tag team match earlier on. The commentators have been cut off as we've gone past our time slot. The OWF cameras fade to black. |
Written By Tann, Stewart, Amaru, Williams, and Green |