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We open up inside our sold out OWF arena, in Joe Louis Arena in Detroit, Michigan. The fans are going wild as the OWF Tuesday Night Terror theme music plays over the speakers and the titantron explodes with pyro's. We quickly cut to our commentary table, where Johnny V and Smokey Green sit...with no sign of Dave Rage.
Smokey Green: Hello ladies and gentlemen...and welcome to OWF Tuesday Night Terror!
Johnny V: We have a great night planned, with some extraordinary matches on display!
Smokey Green: Of course we do! How do you feel about OWF since the re-opening, Dave?
Johnny V looks at Green with a raised eye brow.
Johnny V: Dave isn't here, Green...remember..? He got relegated to being a backstage interviewer?
Smokey Green: Oh yeah...my bad. Well, Johnny...how do you feel about OWF then? Business has been BOOMING!
Johnny V: Indeed it has, and this Static invasion has only helped make things more interesting. What I don't know though, is what are we going to do when Static beat down everyone on the roster? No one can really stop them.
Smokey Green: Well, Silkk looks to be a lone soldier in this one...but if he can rally a few troops together, you never know.
Johnny V: Speaking of Silkk...we have him backstage. With Madison...and Shyne!
Smokey Green: Shyne?!
Johnny V shrugs as the cameras switch to Static's locker room. You see two unidentified men in the locker room carrying wires...Both of these men have on the OWF Cable Men outfits which are one piece jumpsuits and on the back of the jumpsuits they even have the Static logo on the back of them. They put in some wires from the television and turn it on, and its still static on the television. All of sudden Chris Green, Amaru, Shaun Stewart, and
Jesse Williams walk in and wonder what's going on.....The unidentified men
turn around and show their faces and its Silkk and Shyne...and the fans in
the arena erupt with cheers....Silkk has on his cable man tool belt and
Shyne has some cable wires wrapped around his shoulder....
Smokey Green: What's he getting? Brass knuckles? A gun?
Amaru pulls out a blunt and a lighter.
Johnny C: That figures...
Madison walks over to him and starts slapping him...but Amaru doesn't even register the effects and struggles to light his lighter up. Just then OWF security guards bust through the door and start separating the superstars. We cut back to the arena.
Smokey Green: Well...it looks like Tha YoungThugz are trying to get at Static this early into the show!
Johnny C: Definately...Stewart and Silkk both look focused and ready to knock the hell out of each other later on tonight!
Smokey Green: That they do! It's a good thing security broke them up...otherwise we may have had to cancel the main event!
Johnny C: Like that'd happen...Bryan Tann and Blade wouldn't allow it.
Smokey Green: Speaking of Blade...I can't believe he set a match where he could risk firing a few of his superstars.
Johnny C: What are you talking about? If someone doesn't pull their weight...then they get wiped off of the roster. It's simple.
Smokey Green: I hope no one loses their job tonight.
Johnny C: You can wish all you want, Green...but I bumped into Blade earlier today...
Smokey Green: And..?
Johnny C: Well, he said that someone is DEFINATELY losing their job tonight!
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Written By Blade & Silkk |
Title: None Match Type: Save Your Ass Battle Royal (2 Promo Minimum) Sebastien Stiles Vs. Johnny Doom Vs. Tommy Rock Vs. Nick Booton |
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�Bodies� by Drowning Pool hits over the PA�s sound system speakers and Tommy Rock walks out from behind the titantron. The fans boo him as he looks left and right at them. Burt Angle walks up behind him, with Stacy Sacco over his shoulder, unconscious. They begin to make their way down the ramp.
Smokey Green: Well, it�s the same as last week. That poor girl is still at Tommys mercy.
Johnny V: Well Green, do YOU want to save him? Huh?
Smokey Green: Johnny, Rock is twice my height, twice my weight�and a million times stronger than me. You just want to see me get my ass kicked!
Johnny V laughs as Tommy Rock reaches the ring. He climbs up the steel steps and through the ring ropes as Burt walks over to the announce table. He places Sacco against the security railing next to him, before sitting on the ring announcers steel chair. Tommy Rock crouches, looking up the ramp as his music volume lowers.
Johnny Dooms theme music hits as gold letters with Doom move around like crazy in the arena. 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, before sliding under the bottom rope. He holds his arms up in the air and spins around�but Tommy Rock quickly spears him to the floor and starts beating on his head.
Smokey Green: What..?! Surely the referee should do something?
Johnny V: It�s all legal, Green.
Smokey Green: Legal? The bell hasn�t rung yet!
The bell rings.
Johnny V: NOW it�s all legal!
Smokey Green: But�the other opponents aren�t even at the ring yet.
Johnny V: Remember that this match will be an elimination match�so it can continue until there is ONE winner.
Johnny Dooms music stops as Tommy Rock pulls him to his feet. �Just Lose It� by Eminem hits over the sound system speaker as Nick Booton walks out from behind the titantron curtain. He takes his time talking down the ramp as Tommy Rock hoists Johnny Doom into the air and tosses him onto the turnbuckle, crushing his ribs.
Smokey Green: Oooooooh�Tommy Rock is dismantling Doom there!
Johnny V: Now you can see why Nick is taking his time!
Tommy Rock pulls Doom to his feet again, before throwing him into the ropes. On the rebound he clotheslines him, almost taking off his head.
Johnny V: Tommy Rock almost took his head off!
Smokey Green: This is what I call entertainment.
Johnny V: Green, you call two fat ladies arguing over a parking spot entertainment.
Smokey Green: Of course�don�t you?
Johnny V: Well�yes�but�
Bootons music stops playing as Johnny Doom is pulled to his feet one more time, before being hoists up onto Rocks shoulders. He is then spun around before being brought to the ground with Tommy Rocks finisher, the�
Johnny V: ABSOLUTE POWER!
Rock covers the lifeless Doom as the referee begins to count.
1�2�3!
Rock stands up and turns around�but Booton leaps from the turnbuckle with a drop kick!
Smokey Green: Booton comes out of no where! Great strategy!
Rock quickly gets to his feet as 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?!" Inside the ring Tommy Rock is being drop kicked again and again by Nick Booton.
Smokey Green: Well, he�s keeping Rock from having time to get at him�that works.
Johnny V: He's a coward.
Smokey Green: Hey, if the coward is the one that survives and the brave guy is the one who gets crushed, I�d rather be the coward!
As 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. He too, receives a drop kick from Booton, who turns around to do the same to Rock�but is punches over the face with such power that he is thrown into the turnbuckle. Rock charges forward and clotheslines him, causing him to come staggering forward, dazed. Sebastien Stiles leaps to his feet and his quick to knee Nick in the gut, before hooking the arm and lifting him up in a suplex. Tommy Rock big boots Sebastien Stiles in the face. Sebastien Stiles falls backwards, completing his suplex, but landing awkwardly. Rock pulls Stiles to his feet before whipping him into the ropes. He goes for a clothesline, but Stiles ducks it. Stiles comes off of the other ropes and jumps, completing a flying clothesline into Rock which takes him straight off of his feet. Rock is sent rolling under the bottom rope and as Stiles turns his attention back to Nick, who is lying in the middle of te ring, holding his head. Stiles attempts to pull Nick to his feet, but Nick kneels and starts working his fists into his stomach. Stiles becomes winded, giving Nick the time to leap to his feet before pushing him back and jumping up with ANYONE drop kick.
Johnny V: Is this all this guy can do?
Stiles falls backwards into the turnbuckle. Nick Booton climbs up him and starts punching him in the face. The fans count as he does it. 1�2�3�4�5�6�7�8�9�10! He then hops off as Stiles falls down to the bottom of the turnbuckle. Nick turns around, before charging forward and drop kicking in the jaw. Stiles holds his jaw in pain, rolling around as the fans cheer.
Smokey Green: Stiles felt ALL of that!
Nick holds his arm in the air and turns around, taunting the fans�but Tommy Rock quickly grabs him in a bear-hug. Nick refuses to give up and the referee orders that he is released from the hold. Tommy Rock tips backwards, throwing Nick over his head and face first into the turnbuckle. He bounces back with a sickening velocity, before rolling around crying out in pain!
Smokey Green: This match is completely crazy! Who would have expected this?
Johnny V: Well, not me. Johnny Doom lived up to his potential though.
Smokey Green: What potential?
Johnny V: Exactly.
Outside the ring, Stacy is on her feet and starts to make the run for the ramp. Burt Angles is watching the action as Tommy Rock yells at him.
Tommy Rock: GET THE GIRL GOD DAMMIT!
Angle looks at where he left Stacy, before charging after her. Rock watches as Burt tackles her to the ground and leaps to his feet, before kicking her a few times. He starts dragging her back to his seat as Tommy Rock smiles.
Smokey Green: Surely we�re not allowed to air this?
Johnny V: Who cares? Look at Sebastien Stiles!
Stiles is on his knees right before Rock. He quickly low blows Rock while the referee is tending to Nick Booton. Rock drops to his knees in pain. Stiles hops to his feet, then drop kicks the back of Rocks head, causing him to fall forward and catch his throat on the ropes before being propelled backwards a little. He holds his throat, struggling to breath as Stiles turns his attention to Booton who is on one knee. He pulls Bootn up and gets him in position for his finisher.
Smokey Green: I think the match is just about done for Nick�
Stiles executes a perfect Stiledriver, before going for the cover.
1�2�3!
Stiles then turns around to Rock who is staggering around, still struggling to breath. Stiles starts exchanging lefts and rights with Rock, eventually getting the advantage as Rock drops to one knee. Stiles grabs Rocks head before leaping up and driving his knee into Tommys head. Stiles covers�
1�2�KICK OUT!
Sebastien can�t believe it and he starts to complain to the referee.
Johnny V: He should be paying attention to Tommy Rock.
Smokey Green: Rock is struggling to breathe as it is, though. An illegal low-blow then a guillotine like that would definately take any man down.
Rock uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet as Stiles turns around. He kicks him in the gut, before locking in his finisher. He lays Tommy out with the Stiledriver as the fans roar. He covers Rock...
1...2...3-KICK OUT!
Smokey Green: OH MY GOD!
Johnny V: This one should be over! Tommy Rock only just got the shoulder up.
Smokey Green: Stiles is furious!
Stiles yells at the referee, claiming a slow count before pulling Tommy Rock to his feet again. He once again does a Stiledriver, before covering for the pin.
Johnny V: Third time lucky?
1...
Stiles puts his feet up on the ropes for extra leverage.
2...
Smokey Green: That's CHEATING!
Johnny V: Quit your whining, Green. He wants to win and he'll do whatever it takes!
...3!
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The moment that the ring bell sounds to signal the end of the match, �Flammen� by Rammstein hits over the PA�s sound system speakers.
Smokey Green: That's not Stiles music!
Johnny V: Thanks for stating the obvious for us, Green.
The arena explodes in cheers as Blade steps out from behind the titantron curtain clutching a microphone in his hand. He looks left and right at the fans as they cheer even louder and his music volume gradually lowers�
 Blade then raises the mic up to his lips.
Blade: Well�first things first�I wanna say that was a great opening match�but I�m not here to throw compliments around. I�m not here to suck up to you and tell you how great you are, because you put YOURSELVES in this position! You all have a job to do�and so do I. See, I need to�protect�my investment in this business. OWF needs to thrive and when you look at our roster, you can see that we�re close to booming right now. That means that we need to start cutting off the deadweight�which is why right now�you shouldn�t call me �The Master Of Disaster.� No. You should call me the grim reaper��cause I�m about to KILL someones career!
The fans let out and even louder cheer as Sebastien Stiles stands in the middle of the ring with Tommy Rock, their focus no longer on each other, but on Blade at the top of the ramp. Johnny Doom is leaning against the security barrier on the outside while Nick Booton is sitting in the corner of the ring, resting his back on the turnbuckle, trying to muster the strength to get back to his feet.
Blade: Johnny Doom�YOU�RE FIRED!
The fans let a loud cheer as Johnny Doom kicks the security barrier in anger. A set of security guards quickly grab him and start dragging him off, escorting him off of OWF premises.
Blade: Nick Booton�you cut a promo this week�and normally that could have been enough�but the no show last week showed me that you don�t deserve to play a role in this company. It showed me that your loyalty lies else where�and then you TOTALLY ignored the rules this week by only cutting ONE promo instead of two as requested. You not only defied OWF, you did something much, much worse�you defied the match that I helped to set�and you know what that means?
The fans start to cheer again as Nick Booton rolls out of the ring and starts to head for the ramp. Blade points down at the ring.
Blade: YOU�RE FIRED!
The fans cheer as Nick reaches the bottom of the ramp. He points up at Blade and starts talking trash as he heads towards him. He is suddenly tackled to the ground by a security guard. Another one quickly joins him and the two drag him up the ramp and past Blade. Booton continues to talk trash to Blade as he passes, but Blade remains with his eyes fixated on the ring, not even registering it.
Blade: Tommy Rock�Sebastien Stiles�you two put on one hell of a show�and I was impressed by that, I really was�you SAVED YOUR ASSES!
The fans cheer as Sebastien Stiles holds his arm up in victory. He turns to Tommy Rock�but Rock charges at him and practically clotheslines him out of his boots!
Johnny V: He�s going to be feeling that in the morning!
Smokey Green: You can say that again. Rock must still be bitter about the manner in which he lost.
Johnny V: Once again, thanks for stating the obvious.
Blade at the top of the ramp, tilts his head.
Blade: Woah�what�s this? Tommy Rock is getting too big for his boots AGAIN?!
He smiles.
Blade: Well�that�s fine.
Smokey Green: Did�did Blade just that say�that it�s fine? Tommy Rock gets off the hook?
Blade: But you know what? I REMEMBER that you tried to ruin my debut her ein OWF. I remember that you tried to talk me down, using me as a pawn to make an impact here in OWF�
Smokey Green: Oh no�here it comes!
Blade: So NEXT week�it�s going to be Tommy Rock�versus Sebastien Stiles�
The fans let out another cheer as Tommy Rock looks down at Sebastien Stiles.
Blade: �In a NO DISQUALIFICATION MATCH!
The fans start booming as Blade smiles, lowering his mic.
Smokey Green: Did you hear that, Johnny? A no disqualification match, NEXT week!
Johnny V: Yeah, I heard it�
Smokey Green: OWF is definitely broadening its matches recently. Singles matches used to dominate the cards�but we�ve hard a hardcore match and a ladder match last week, a hardcore match and a tables match later on tonight�then NEXT week we see those two superstars going one on one in a no-DQ match.
Blade re-raises the mic up to his lips.
Blade: �The Master Of Disaster� HAS�spoken�
The fans cheer once again as Blades music re-hits again. He stares at the ring for another second or two, before turning and heading back through the titantron curtain. The screen fades to black as we cut to commercials.
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Written By Blade |
Title: None Match Type: Triple Threat Draven Vs. AOD Vs. Amaru |
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The arena goes black as the sound of static hits the speakers. The titon tron starts to display static on the screen "determined" by Mudvayne starts to blare. As soon as the gets to the heavy part explosions go off and Amaru walks out from the back and stands there with his head down. Pyros start going off as he looks up and throws his arms in the air as more explosions start going off. The walk ramp is lighting up with different colors as strobe lights are going off. Amaru walks to down the ramp as flares start to go off as he is making his way down the ramp. Looking determined and concentrated he jumps onto the ring from the floor and enters through the middle rope. He looks around at the crowd as the music is still going, he stands in the middle of the ring as red flares burst off from the four corners of the ring he leans in a corner of the ring and awaits for his opponent.
The lights go out as Gods of Thunder starts to play. The Angel of Death starts to slowly walk down to the ring. He climbs the ring steps as the lights go back on. AOD then climbs over the top rope and enters the ring.
The arena dims and the fans become a little unsettled. The titantron then explodes with red flames as the lights turn back on with a red tint. Flames shoot up the side of the ramp as Draven walks out from the titantron. He looks around at the fans, before hissing, showing his fangs. He then walks down to the ring slowly, through the firey corridor to the ring. He climbs up the ring steps and through the ropes and then removes his unbuttoned white shirt. He hands it to the referee, then snarls at his opponent.
The bell rings and the three opponents look at each other�but then AOD and Draven charge at Amaru. They double clothesline him to the floor.
Smokey Green: What..? Are these two on the same page?
Johnny V: I don�t think so�I just think that they both don�t like Amaru.
Smokey Green: Why not?
Johnny V: Can anyone say �Static�?
Smokey Green: Oh�I see.
Amaru is quick to his feet, but Drave jumps up and drop kicks him through the ropes. He then turns to AOD, who quickly kicks him in the gut before smashing his face off of the turnbuckle a few times. After about three hits, Draven elbows AOD on the gut, staggering him backwards, before jumping onto the bottom peg of the turnbuckle and performing a twisting lariat to AOD. Amaru slides under the bottom rope and waits as Draven climbs to his feet. The two lock up with a grapple, which Draven uses to hip toss Amaru. Amaru quickly gets to his feet and the two grapple again, only this time Amaru knees Draven in the gut before performing a version of the fame-asser. He is quick to his face and begins to kick Draven in the back of the head with some vicious kicks. He turns around as AOD reaches the top turnbuckle.
Johnny V: Not this again�
AOD leaps off with a clothesline�and CONNECTS with Amaru�s face! Amaru hits the mat hard as AOD climbs back to his feet. Draven staggers back to his feet and is quickly whipped into the turnbuckle by AOD. AOD then charges in, intending a clothesline, but Draven quickly ducks it, before climbing through the ropes and grabbing AOD�s head. He then drops off of the ring curtain, guillotining AOD on the ropes and sending him propelling backwards. AOD spins around, clutching his throat�and is send crashing to mat by a powerful big boot from Amaru. Amaru quickly covers.
Smokey Green: Draven is no where near it!
1�2�
Draven crawls under the ropes and dives�
Johnny V: Draven only JUST broke the hold!
Smokey Green: That was about half a second from going three! I thought that Amaru had it�
Draven starts kicking at Amaru and punching him as Amaru gets to his feet. Draven then throws Amaru into the ropes before grabbing him and giving him a belly to belly suplex.
Johnny V: Ouch�did you see Amaru bounce? That HAD to hurt.
Draven is quick to get back to his feet and as Amaru gets back to his feet, he leaps up to hurricanrana him�but is powerbombed to the mat! Amaru crawls forward and covers�
1�2�KICK OUT!
Amaru slowly gets to his feet and waits while Draven and AOD both stagger to theres. Draven punches AOD, who punches Amaru who punches Draven. They repeat this a few times in a triangle of punches, until Draven is dropped to one knee. AOD and Amaru being swinging lefts and rights at each other, until AOD kicks Amaru in the gut and irish whips him into the turnbuckle. He then turns to Draven, who he kicks in the gut and hoists him up onto his shoulders. He spins him around and...
Smokey Green: HELLS FURY!
Johnny V: This could be over if Amaru doesn't get over there...
AOD, however, doesn't cover. He turns around and walks over to Amaru. He knees him in the gut, dropping Amaru to his knees. He attempts to pull Amaru to his feet with his hair, but Amaru quickly headbuts AOD right in the groin. AOD lets out a cry as Amaru quickly leaps to his feet and locks in his finisher. He then executes Close Encounter.
Johnny V: And that's all she wrote, right there...
Draven is still laid out in the middle of the ring as Amaru covers...
1...2...3!
Amaru's music re-hits as Amaru rolls out under the bottom rope.
Smokey Green: Well...Static pick up a victory here tonight in a pretty impressive showing by Amaru in his debut match...
He walks up the ramp slowly, holding his gut as the fans boo him. We cut back to a scene of the ring, where Draven is staring at the arenas ceiling and AOD is still laid out. We cut backstage for a quick segment...
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Written By Blade |
Title: OWF Full Throttle Championship Match Type: Table Match Shyne Vs. Insomnia |
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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: Here comes Insomnia. Last week we saw him stand toe to toe with Drake...and he had one over him for the portion of the match!
Johnny V: That's true I guess...but will have what it takes to win the Full Throttle title from Shyne?
Smokey Green: There is one way to find out, I guess...
Insomnia walks up the steel steps and climbs through the ring ropes. He paces arounc while his music stops playing.
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: Shyne upped his game AGAIN this last week.
Johnny V: Psssh...whatever...
Smokey Green: He did! And seeing as he's held that Full Throttle title for MONTHS, I'd say that he is the favourite to win this match.
Johnny V: We're talking about Shyne versus Insomnia here. Both of them suck.
Smokey Green: What? How can you say that?
Johnny V: 'Cause I'm Johnny V, that's how!
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 and Insomnia circle each other, before tying up. Shyne wins the grapple and knees Insomnia in the gut. He then DDT's him before leaping to his feet. Insomnia is slightly slower to his feet, but when he gets to his he ducks a clothesline.
Smokey Green: That was a close call right there.
Johnny V: Remember, this is a table match. Not a "clothesline him" match.
Smokey Green: There's no such thing.
Johnny V: Shut up Green, there could be. In Japan or something.
Smokey Green: That wouldn't surprise me. Did you know that in a Japanese match I watched the other day, they strapped C4 to the turnbuck -
Johnny V: Excuse me, Green, hush up. I'm trying to watch the match.
Green falls quiet as Insomnia starts swinging on Shyne. After a barage of shots, Shyne grabs Insomnias arm and Irish whips him onto the ropes. On the rebound he recieved a brutal spine-buster to the mat! The fans go crazy!
Smokey Green: Jesus...Insomnia may have a broken skull! I felt that all the way over here!
Shyne rolls out of the ring and reaches under the ring curtain. The fans go absolutely wild as he pulls out a table. He sets it up on the outside, before rolling through the ring ropes.
Johnny V: Well, this isn't going to be over just yet.
Smokey Green: How do you know that?
Johnny V: It wouldn't be logical. I mean, he'd have taken the table with him if he wanted to use it. He's beating around the bush too much for my liking.
Smokey Green: He's just making sure he gets the job done, but you may be right...
Inside the ring, Insomnia is on his knees. Shyne locks him in a headlock, but Insomnia starts elbowing Shyne in the gut. After around six or seven strikes, his breaks free, before charging into the ropes and coming back with a clothesline...which Shyne ducks! Insomnia bounces off of the opposite ropes, but recieves a drop kick, right to the jaw! Shyne hops to his feet, before climbing up the turnbuckle. He taunts the fans, before leaping off with an elbow drop. Insomnia rolls around the middle of the ring, holding his gut in pain as Shyne sits up in the ring with a smile. He stands up and pulls Insomnia to his feet.
Johnny V: Insomnia is in real pain...
Smokey Green: Maybe he's still feeling the effects from last week.
Johnny V: He wasn't hurt last week!
Smokey Green: Drake threw him over his head and to the concrete over the security barrier! How would you like it if I did that to you?
Johnny V: Just try it, Green - I date you! You'll wake up suckling your mommas titty in hospital.
Shyne drags Insomnia over to the turnbuckle. He places him up on it, before climbing up, punching Insomnia around the face a few times, keeping him dazed. He climbs up the turnbuckle and pulls Insomnia up to a standing position. He then hooks the head of his opponent and turns around, facing the outside of the ring.
Johnny V: Don't tell me...
Smokey Green: I don't like the way that this is looking, Johnny...
The fans start to roar in a cheer as Shyne executes his Time To Shyne...STRAIGHT TO THE OUTSIDE AND THROUGH THE TABLE! The fans are going psycho, cheering and chanting as the referee signals for the bell.
Johnny V: BOTH OF THESE MEN COULD BE DEAD!
Smokey Green: But Shyne won the match! That's all that matters to him! He did it, what a champion, Johnny!
Shynes music re-hits as medics begin to charge down the ramp. The referee retrieves Shynes title from the commentators table and drapes it over Shynes body. Both he and Insomnia remain motionless as the medics reach them.
Smokey Green: Let's just hope that they get well soon...because I'd hate to lose these stars.
Johnny V: I don't know about that...but it was a great match, I'll agree with you on that.
We cut backstage, for a segment...
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Written By Blade |
Title: None Match Type: Single Match Jack Quincey Vs. Jacen Frost
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The lights in the arena flicker and eventually dim. �A Place For My Head� by Linkin Park begins playing and the lights flicker in unison to the bass of the music. Jack Quincey steps out from behind the curtain and walks out to the middle of the stage and stops. Some jeers are heard from the crowd but the majority of the audience remained quiet. He�s wearing a long black leather overcoat that grazes the floor. Jack has on his usual wrestling attire; black military boots, black jeans, and a sleeveless/short-sleeve black shirt. He walked down the ramp, climbed up onto the side of the ring and entered through the top and middle rope. The lights returned to normal as he removes his coat.
Jacen Frosts music hits and the new comer walks out from behind the titantron curtain with a smile on his face. He slowly makes his way down the ramp, towards he ring as the fans reahc out for him, cheering.
Johnny V: Here comes that Cameron bastard.
Smokey Green: You obviously havent bothered to look at the new roster. This is JACEN Frost...and he isn't related to Frost at all.
Johnny V: That's a shame...I read ready to go give him a good ass kicking!
Smokey Green: Sure you were Johnny...sure...
Jacen slides under the bottom rope and pulls on the ropes to warm up as his music stops playing. The bell rings as Jacen turns around. He and Jack Quincy walks to the middle of the room, before staring face to face with each other. They start walking trach, before Jack hits Jacen with a hard right fist. The two start exchanging rights and lefts, until Jacen ducks a shot by Jack and drives his elbow into Jacks ribs. Jack staps backwards, protecting his ribs and recieves a clothesline to his face. Jack quickly gets to his feet and the two circle each other.
Johnny V: Well, these two aren't really going wild at each other right now...
Smokey Green: They don't hate each other, remember that Johnny. They're just competitors doing that competitors do: competing.
Johnny V: Translated: this is going to be a very boring match!
Smokey Green: Who knows?
They pair once again lock up in the middle of the ring, but Jack quickly irish whips Jacen into the rope and on the rebound he knees him in the gut, causing Jacen to flip over it and land on the side of his head. The fans let out an "ooooooooooh" sound as Jack jumped up onto the ring ropes and is propelled backwards with an elbow drop to Jacens back as he tries to get up. Jack then locks in a face lock.
Johnny V: Jacen looks to be in alot of pain...he could tap right now and this would be one of the shortest matches EVER!
Jacen, although in pain, holds his wits and manages to scramble to the ropes. The referee forces Jack to release the hold, before giving him a wanring. Jack pulls Jacen to his feet and irish whips him once again...but Jacen holds onto Jacks arm and drags him into a clothesline! The back of Jacks head hits the ring mat with such velocity that he almost rolls backwards. Jacen leans on the turnbuckle, rubbing the back of his neck, before climbing up the turnbuckle.
Smokey Green: I wonder what we're going to see here?
He stands there, watching as Jack staggers to his feet. He turns around...and is SPEARED to the floor from the turnbuckle! Jack rolls around in the middle of the ring, holding his gut. Jacen quickly covers.
1...2 - KICK OUT!
Smokey Green: He only just got a two count there. It was way to early to try and pin someone.
Johnny V: You never know, a spear like that could take the wind out of any man.
Smokey Green: That's true.
Frost starts to complain to the referee. The referee backs off, standing right next to the ring ropes as Jacen gets right in his face. Jack slowly gets to his feet, before running into the ring ropes and drop kicking the back of Jacens head! This sends both the referee and Jacen over the top rope!
Johnny V: The referee is down and out!
Smokey Green: So much for "not interesting."
Jacen slowly gets to his feet, holding the side of his neck. He turns around as Jack does a baseball slide right into his jaw. This sends Jacen flying backwards and into the security rail with a sickening impact. Jack rolls under the ring ropes and walks over to Jacen. He pulls him to his feet, before irish whipping him into the steel steps.
Smokey Green: THAT'S ILLEGAL!
Johnny V: Hey Green, where is the referee? He's down...so it's ALL legal.
He then pulls Jacen to his feet, before picking him up and dropping him face first onto the steel steps.
Smokey Green: THAT'S ILLEGAL!
Johnny V: Don't make make me repeat myself, Green...you know I hate doing that.
Jack then rolls Jacen into the ring. He goes for the cover...but there is no referee! After a few seconds, Jack climbs to his feet and starts yelling at the referee, who remains down and out. He then heads to the ring ropes nearest the titantron and starts yelling and waving his arm. A reserve referee comes charging down the ramp. He rolls under the bottom rope as Jack goes for the pin.
1...2...3-KICK OUT!
Jacen Frost just gets his arm up in time as the fans go into an almighty frenzy.
Johnny V: He left it oo long! He shouldn't have knocked the other referee out!
Smokey Green: If he hadn't then he wouldn't have been able to CHEAT...and then we wouldn't be having this conversation right now.
Johnny V: If, but's and maybes...that's all I ever hear from you, Green. Haven't you heard that it's all fair in love and war?
Smokey Green: You try and say that to my ex-wife.
Jack is yelling at the referee, before turning around and pulling Jacen Frost to his feet. He hits him with a cold right shot...but Jacen comes back with a shot of his own. The fans cheer and stand in ovation as Jack gives Jacen another shot, only to have it returned by a better punch. Jack swings his fist again, but Jacen runs under it, off of the ropes, before flooring Jack with a brutal clothesline!
Johnny V: BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!
Smokey Green: This match is taking it's toll.
Johnny V: Hardly anything has happened yet, Green.
After a minute or two, both men stagger to their feet. Jacen pushes Jack into the ropes, before hoisting him off of the floor and flapjacking him backwards. Jacen quickly gets back to his feet and elbow drops the back of Jacks head before standing back up again. Jack staggers back to his feet, but Jacen kicks him in the gut and hooks his two arms, before double arm DDT-ing Quincy to the mat The fans roar!
Smokey Green: Jesus...Jack felt ALL of that! Being dropped into the mat like will hurt any man!
Jacen Frost rolls him over and covers...
1...2...KICK OUT!
Jacen sits up, disappointed, before climbing to his feet. The first referee stands up on the outside, holding his forehead as Jacen pulls Jack to his feet. He drags him over to the turnbuckle and places him on it.
Smokey Green: We've already seem a turnbuckle move being twisted into something you'd only expect from a movie...so lets hope this one is a little more straight forward!
Johnny V: Fuck that - TO THE OUTSIDE! COME ON!
Jacen Frost stands up there with Jack Quicy and hooks the arm, ready to place him up on his shoulder for a turnbuckle version of the Chill Factor...but Jack starts to punch Jacen in the mid section. The first referee slides into the ring and starts quarrelling with the second one. Jack hooks Jacens arm, ready for the Black Kettle!
Smokey Green: HOLY SHIT! SOMEONE IS GOING TO DIE OUT THERE!
Jacen starts punching Jack in the gut...and the two fall sidewards off of the turnbuckle, down onto the STEEL STEPS with a sickening crack!
Smokey Green: JESUS...
Johnny V: CHRIST! I LOVE MY JOB!
Smokey Green: No more turnbuckle moves EVER!
Both referee's start arguing and they begin the count out...
1 - 1...2 - 2...3 - 3...4 - 4...5 - 5...6 - 6...7 - 7...8 - 8...9 - 9...10 - 10!
The bell rings as the fans talk between themselves.
Smokey Green: Well, the match is over. But...who won?
One of the referee walks over to the ring ropes and says something to the ring announcer.
Johnny V: There you have it, Jacen Frost wins!
Smokey Green: But...how?
Johnny V: I clearly saw that Jack Quincy hit the outside BEFORE Jacen.
Smokey Green: How could you see that from here? We're like, a hundred yards away!
Johnny V: I specifically saw him hit the floor a fraction of a second before Jacen!
The other referee shoves the other one out of the way and talks to the ring announcer.
Smokey Green: See, Jack won the match! You're full of shit, Johnny!
Johnny V: No, I'm not...I got it right! I said Jack won...
Smokey Green: No you didn't!
Johnny V: You need to do three things. One, watch your language, we're on Tv for FUCK sakes! Secondly, get your hearing sorted...I said Jack Quincy, clearly. Thirdly, get your vision tested! I saw Jacen Frost hit the mat first!
Smokey Green: Riiiight...
Both referee's begin to argue. After a minute or two, they both start yelling at the ring announcer. The ring announcers can't here a thing except yelling, so he makes the only logical decision...
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Title: None Match Type: Single Match Bane Vs. Shawn Calloway |
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We cut back to our arena, where the fans are ready for the show to continue�
Smokey Green: Well, up next we have Bane Crow versus Shawn Calloway. Which way do you see this one going?
Johnny V: It�s hard to say, Green. Bane has always been consistent�but Calloway seems to have talent. He�ll definitely fit into OWF regardless of the result.
"The Broken" by Fireball Ministry starts and Shawn Calloway walks through the curtain. He's wearing long dark green pants with black boots. No shirt but wearing a pair of black shades. He walks like any normal person would. He looks at each side of the arena as he walks down the ramp. he slides into the ring goes to the turnbuckle to his right. He climbs up to the middle rope and looks around at the crowd before jumping back down and proceeding to the middle of the ring and removing his sunglasses.
Smokey Green: Speak of the devil. Calloway looks ready for this. His debut match in OWF could be the first step to greatness.
Johnny V: Whatever Green. You always say some stupid bullshit.
Smokey Green: I�m just doing my job.
Johnny V: Listen, Calloway wants to kick ass. It's blatant. Stating the obvious isn�t going to make you sound smart.
Arena lights dim, the Tron comes on with a picture of Bane in the distance heading twords the front of screen (simular to Chris Jeracho entrance) the sound of thunder is heard, lightning hits the ramp as Bane walks out with Bones his manager by his side.
Smokey Green: Well, Bane has never looked better! He�s been rising steadily since OWF re-opened for Holiday Havoc.
Johnny V: I can�t disagree with you, as much as I�d like to, Green. Bane has been a consistent gladiator in OWF�and Shawn Calloway is going to have his work cut out for him if he thinks he�s going to be getting the win here, tonight!
Bane and Calloway pace the ring as they meet together in the center and wrap up. Bane grabs Calloway�s arm and takes him down hard with a armbar takedown. Bane takes the opportunity to give Calloway a swift kick to the head. Calloway rolls around clutching his head. Bane goes to grab Calloway by the head and ends up catching a hard elbow to the gut, as Bane clutches his stomach and stumbles backward, Calloway hops up and charges Bane attempting a clothesline, Bane ducks but Calloway stops instantly, grabs Bane by the hair and slams his head into the canvas. Calloway stomps Bane�s head a few times. Bane rolls out of the way of the last stomp, sweeps his leg into Calloway�s foot, sweeping him off his feet and puts him on his back hard. Bane hops up as Calloway rolls out of the ring.
Johnny V: Calloway is getting the hell out of the ring!
Smokey Green: He�s just catching his breath�good strategy!
As Calloway is on his way to his feet, Bane runs and dives through the ropes and spears Calloway to the floor. The crowd goes nuts at this display of a match as Bane is the first one to his feet. Bane grabs Calloway�s head and pulls him up, leads him to the ring apron and slams his head down on it. He then takes him by his head and slams in into the stairs repeatedly. Calloway head busts open as blood starts to trickle down his forehead. Bane rolls him back in the ring and as he climbs the turnbuckle, he holds his arms out, and then dives off for an elbow drop, Calloway rolls out of the way at the last second and Bane hits hard. Calloway rolls back over and covers.
2.. TH�KICK OUT!
Calloway hops up frustrated as Bane holds his elbow in pain. Calloway picks him up by the hair and kicks him in the gut as he DDT�s Bane�s head hard into the canvas. Calloway hops up and starts taunting as Bane gets to his feet faster than Sean expected. Bane charges and throws a shoulder into the back of Calloway�s knee. Calloway�s knee buckles as he falls. Bane gets up and grabs Calloway�s head, he lifts him up, hooks his head, lifts him vertical, holds him for a few seconds and then delivers a Brainbuster DDT. Bane sits up as Calloway is sprawled out on the canvas, his bloo running from his forehead staining it. Bane hops on the turnbuckle again, he goes for a Top Rope Splash and hits it. Calloway is gasping for air as Blood runs more. Bane hops up, picks Calloway up and goes to suplex him but Calloway reverses, lands on his feet and connects with a neck breaker drop. Bane holds his neck as Calloway lifts him up, walks over to the turnbuckle, lifts him up and drops his head right on the turnbuckle. Bane�s nose hits hard and starts bleeding pretty badly. He stands up, turns around and gets caught by a clothesline from Calloway. Calloway gets on the top rope, motions, and leaps off for a leg drop. Bane moves as the impact sends pain all the way up through Calloway�s leg. Bane picks him up and delivers with an impact DDT. He pins.
2� THR..SHOULDER UP!
Bane gets frustrated as he picks up Calloway and slings him into the turnbuckle which he follows up with a clothesline in the corner. Bane puts Calloway up the top rope. He hops up and hooks him. Bane leaps off and Tornado DDT�s Calloway�s head into the canvas but at the same time banging his own head hard into the canvas. Both Bane and Calloway lay there in the ring lifeless. The ref looks around in awe as two bodies are laying wrecked in the ring. Slowly Bane starts to move, as does Calloway. Bane crawls slowly to the ropes and hoists himself up slowly until he can stand. Calloway makes it to his knees and slowly gets up but stumbles into the corner.
Smokey Green: There�s still a fight left in these two�
Johnny V: But how much? They both look dead on their feet! This could be over any minute!
Bane makes his way over to Calloway as both men are winded by the intense action that they've put on tonight. Bane moves in and grabs Calloway by the hair who snaps out with a hard right hand snapping Bane's head back. Calloway starts trying to come to life as the throws another hard right hand. He then bounces off the ropes, but Bane catches him and drills him to the mat with a viscious spine buster! Bane and Calloway are both laid out in the ring as the ref begins his mandatory 10 count! 2 3 4 5 6 7
2 Thr.....NO BANE KICKS OUT!
Johnny V: You idiot.
Calloway quickly bounces off the ropes dropping a knee square to the jaw of Bane. Calloway is then back up and then drops a heavy elbow drop to the chest of Bane. He then pulls Bane up and sends him into the ropes. He ducks down for a back body drop, but telegraphs! Bane goes for a big kick, Calloway catches the kick, hoists Bane up and drills him into the nearby corner! He then drives his shoulder into Bane's midsection once, twice, three times and then monkey flips him out of the corner! Calloway then quickly mounts the top rope, waiting for Bane to get to his feet. When Bane does, Calloway delievers a beautiful missle drop kick to the center of the ring, drilling Bane right in the chest taking him down to the mat as the crowd pops loudly for the tremendous high risk move!
Johnny V: Bane could have a few broken ribs! What a connection!
Smokey Green: It was a high risk move, but he planted it perfectly! This man looks be a force in the ring. Power moves, technical moves, high flying moves�he has it all.
Johnny V: Damn Green, it sounds like you wanna get this guys number. Get on with the match commentary dammit.
Smokey Green: Yes sir�
Calloway is back up with a head of steam and pulls Bane up and hits him with a hard right hand and then whips him into the nearside ropes and clotheslines him down to the mat. He then rushes to the nearby corner and springboards off the ropes and delivers a beautiful moonsault onto Bane and goes for the cover.
2 BANE KICKS OUT!
Calloway slaps the mat in frustration and sends Bane into the ropes again and charges at him taking him down with a shoulder block. He then bounces off the ropes and drops a knee across Bane's head. The crowd begins to pop loudly as The Angel of Death starts to make his way down to the ring!
Johnny V: Well, I think Calloways odds just fell down sharply!
Smokey Green: Well, he�s got it lucky�because last week Drake joined Bane and Angel�and if Drake was out here, he�d be throwing maggots around. And worms.
Johnny V: Very true.
Calloway turns around and begins to jaw jack with AOD. AOD continues to talk the trash talk with Calloway until finally Calloway grabs onto the top rope and leaps over diving right down on AOD with a suicide plancha! The crowd pops loudly as Calloway begins to throw hard right hands to AOD's head!! He then explodes up, totally pumped up! He then slides back into the ring, and turns back around giving the trash talk to AOD! When he turns around, Bane simply catches him and drills him to the mat with The Death Drop! He goes for the cover! 2 3!!! |
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AOD enters the ring as the Tag Team Champions begin to stomp away on Shawn Calloway!
Smokey Green: God damn�
Johnny V: Don�t start whining that it isn�t fair, Green! I don�t give a shit, everyone likes a good beat down.
Smokey Green: These fans don�t! They�re throwing rubbish into the ring!
Johnny V: Forget the fans. They mean nothing.
Smokey Green: They buy the tickets, they bring in the money! Without them, we wouldn�t be here!
Johnny V: Speak for yourself, Green�I�m too important to lose because of budget cut backs.
Smokey Green: Whatever, Johnny.
The crowd suddenly pops loudly as Jack "The Renegade" Quincey charges down to the ring to the ring! He drills Bane with a hard right hand, and then turns around and catches the near 7' tall monster Angel Of Death with a hard right hand! AOD simply glares down at Quincey after the shot. AOD goes to drill Quincey with a hard right hand only to have Quincey duck and start throwing hard rights to AOD's ribs! Bane goes to get involved, but Shawn Calloway intervenes and starts throwing hard right hands to Bane as the two continue their brawl!! Bane throws rights, Calloway throws rights, Calloway then blocks Bane's punch and sends 3 or 4 hard shots to Bane's head before clotheslining him over the top rope! AOD meanwhile has Quincey by the throat, ready for a chokeslam, BUT CALLOWAY MAKES THE SAVE! He drills AOD in the back of the head with a hard forearm shot, forcing the giant to release Quincey! Calloway soon begins sending a massive flurry of rights to AOD's head as the big man is rocked! Calloway then charges at him and hits him with a clothesline and nothing! He charges again and hits a clothesline, nothing! Finally, Quincey has recovered, and the two new comers charge at the same time AND THEY SEND THE GIANT DOWN TO THE FLOOR! THE CROWD IS GOING NUTS AS JACK QUINCEY AND SHAWN CALLOWAY HAVE CLEARED THE RING OF THE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!
Smokey Green: HOLY HELL! We could have potential suiters to challenge the OWF Tag Team champions!
Johnny V: It�s about time too! They�ve had the titles seemingly forever and have defended them once.
Smokey Green: We�ll have to see how this rivalry pans out�but I sense a lot of action within the next few weeks.
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Written By Bryan Tann |
Title: None Match Type: First Blood Match Overdose Vs. Mark Payne |
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The Lights dim and The Beautiful People by Marylin Manson starts to Blast over the PA. Out from the back walks Overdose. His long black hair hangs down in his face. He stops at the top of the entrance and streches both arms out wide. He walks down to the ring and slides in. He looks out at the crowd and slumps back into the corner.
Johnny V: Here comes Overdose. If you'll all cast your minds back to last week, you'll remember that Overdose interrupted Mark Payne when he was demanding a shot at the North American title.
�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 climbing up the turnbuckle nearest him and holding his arms in the air.
Smokey Green: Well, there are quite a few Mark Payne fans in the audience tonight!
Johnny V: That's because they can clearly see that this guy has talent.
Smokey Green: Was...that a compliment, Johnny?
Johnny V: Hey, he's a good guy. Can't hate that.
Smokey Green: But you don't like any of Tha YoungThugz...
Johnny V: Fuck Tha YoungThugz...Mark Payne is a high flying punk...and you gotta love it.
The bell rings and Overdose and Payne charge right at each other as Overdose drills Payne with a hard right hand, only to have Payne return the favor with a hard right of his own. Overdose simply grabs Mark Payne by the hair and forces him into the corner throwing right after right right after right to Payne's head with relentless aggression, trying to bust Mark Payne open already! After throwing 3 or 4 rights to Payne's head, Payne charges Overdose, forcing himself out of the corner, taking Overdose down to the mat and begins to throw rights and lefts to Overdose!! Payne finally gets up off of Overdose and pulls him up by the hair. He sends him to the ropes and
charges at him, taking both of them over the top rope with a hellacious
clothesline! When they both hit the outside, Payne is back up pulling
Overdose up and hits him wiht a hard right hand again! Overdose however is
standing his ground throwing rights of his own! Overdose finally drops to
his knees after a hard right hand from Payne, but when he goes to his knees,
he drills Payne with a viscious low blow causing Payne to drop to his own
knees clutching at his junk.
Johnny V: Why does everyone do that?
Smokey Green: Because it works?
Overdose then takes a few steps back and charges Mark Payne drilling him in the face with a brutal running knee almost sending Mark Payne's teeth into the third row, however no blood has spilled yet! He then hoists Payne up and sets him on the time keeper table, hitting him with hard right hands before sliding into the ring and mounting the top rope!
Smokey Green: Holy shit...holy shit...
Overdose leaps, flying like a bird, AND CRASH LANDS ONTO MARK PAYNE PUTTING BOTH OF THEM THROUGH THE TIME KEEPER'S TABLE! The crowd is going INSANE as two of the most hardcore men on the OWF roster are laying in a twisted heep in the wreckage of the table! The crowd is LOVING IT!
Crowd: "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"
The referee starts to check through the wreckage, however signals that the match is going to continue as neither man is bleeding yet! Overdose weakly pulls himself up from the wreckage as his suicide dive hurt him as much as it hurt Mark Payne! He pulls Payne out of the broken table splinters and rams him head first into the announce table. Payne rebounds off of the table and staggers back against the apron. Overdose then charges at him going for a clothesline, only to have Payne drop out of the way. When Overdose turns around to face his opponent, Payne kicks him in the stomach and delievers a well executed DDT to the outside! Both men are laid out on the floor already in the opening stages of this match up!
Johnny V: Someone had better bleed soon...
Smokey Green: I agree Johnny, because otherwise these two are going to KILL each other!
Johnny V: No...I need to pee...and there are commercials scheduled next.
Overdose rolls over showing no blood on his face as Payne pulls himself to his feet. He leaps onto the apron and drops an elbow from the apron and goes for the cover only to have the ref remind him that there's no pinfalls in this match. Payne pulls himself back up and then, Overdose by the hair and Irish Whips him into the ring post. Overdose hits back first and drops to his ass clutching his back in pain. Payne moves over to Overdose, pulling him back up to his feet. Payne headbutts him and then rams him head first into the ring apron. When Overdose drops down to the floor, Payne goes under the ring apron looking for a weapon under the ring!
Johnny V: That's a sure-fire way to get this match over and done with...something to break over your opponents head in half!
Mark Payne then re-emerges with a steel chair! But before he can attack, Overdose catches him with a hard kick to the stomach! Payne drops the chair and is hunched over! AND DELIVERS THE FLATLINE DDT ONTO THE STEEL CHAIR!!
Crowd: "OWF! OWF! OWF! OWF!"
Johnny V: eCw aint got SHIT on us! Listen to these fans.
The ref begins to check on Mark Payne checking to see if there's any blood. Overdose is standing gingerly watching anxiously to see if he's got the victory. When Mark Payne turns over....THERE'S NO BLOOD!! THE MATCH CONTINUES! Overdose begins to stomp visciously on Payne. Stomping on his
chest with no mercy what so ever! He then pulls Payne up and rams him head
first into the guard rail! When Payne is standing straight up, Overdose
simply clotheslines him OVER the guard rail and into the crowd! Overdose
follows him over the guardrail with the ref not far behind as Overdose
delievers a hard right hand to the side of Payne's head! The two begin to
fight their way through the crowd as the OWF fans are loving it!
Johnny V: This arena may be too SMALL for these superstars!
Mark Payne ducks a right hand from Overdose and snatches a guy's cup of beer and throws it into Overdose's face! Overdose yells out loudly as the beer gets into his eyes! Mark Payne then rams Overdose's head into the stairs along the walkway!! Overdose rebounds back up holding his head!! Payne starts pulling Overdose's hands away hoping that he's bleeding yet....but he isn't! The two continue their battle, exiting the ringside area all together and are now in the lobby of the Joe Louis Arena! Payne drills Overdose in the back of the neck with a hard forearm shot sending Overdose sprawling to the floor!! Mark Payne, starting to feel the adrenalin pumping now, picks up a trash can and slams it down onto Overdose's back spilling trash all over the floor!
Johnny V: Payne is breaking Overdose down extremely slowly out there!
Payne pulls Overdose up, who simply drills Payne in the ribs with hard right hand! He then looks around for a weapon, seeing a discarded broom, he picks it up and drills Payne in the midsection with the broom handle! When Payne doubles over, Overdose breaks the broom over Payne's back sending a loud yell of pain ringing through the building! Overdose looks at the piece of broom in his hand and tries to jam the splintered end into Payne's face! Payne at the last second grabs Overdose's hands, now in an almost life or death tug of war with Overdose and the splintered broom handle!
Johnny V: This is like watching two little girls fight over a doll.
Smokey Green: How do you know that, Johnny?
Johnny V: Ummm, well...oh look...blood!
Smokey Green: What..? Where?
Overdose is still doing his best to ram the broom handle into Payne's face, Payne is on his back on the floor now and the handle is getting closer and closer to his face. Finally in a fit of desperation, he kicks Overdose in the nuts! Overdose releases the broom handle falling to the ground. Payne simply lays on the floor with the broken broom handle in hand trying to catch a breather.
Smokey Green: This match is taking it's toll on the combatants.
Payne finally forces himself to his feet and drills Overdose in the back with the piece of broomhandle he's got and then then wraps it around Overdose's neck trying to choke the life out of him! Overdose stands up trying to get free, but Mark Payne isn't letting go! He looks almost crazed trying to strangle the life out of Overdose! Overdose then simply charges forward and ducks ramming Mark Payne head first into the glass doors to one of the entrances!!! Mark Payne is stood straight up and drops down on the ground, however once again no blood is coming from his head! The crowd is
loving it!
Smokey Green: ...does this guy even bleed? What the hell is this? It's a freak show!
Overdose pulls Payne up and pulls him out of the Joe Louis Arena into the cold Detroit night. He then hits him with a hard right hand that staggers Payne. He then drills him in the stomach with a hard right hand and shoves him against the door that they just came out of. The few people at the concession area are now getting a front row seat as these two OWF superstars are battling it out! Overdose backs up and charges at Payne going for a variation of the Stinger Splash! MARK PAYNE MOVES AND OVERDOSE FLIES
HEADLONG INTO THE DOOR! Payne takes advantage grabbing Overdose's hair and
begins ramming him head first into the glass as though he's finally
completely, snapped! After the third time Overdose's head connections with
the glass it starts to crack! Payne finally let's Overdose go and the ref
rushes over to check him.
Johnny V: Is it...is it..?
STILL NO BLOOD! The man must have a head made of steel! Payne pulls Overdose up and goes to ram his head into a concrete pillar only to have Overdose reverse the Irish Whip and sends him back first into the pillar! Overdose then charges him with a knee to the stomach and then sends him back against the glass door that's cracked! Overdose charges going for a spear...MARK PAYNE MOVES AND OVERDOSE GOES THROUGH THE GLASS DOOR!!!
Smokey Green: FUUUUCK!
Overdose is covered in blood and the ref raises Mark Payne's hand in victory as Payne drops to the concrete having being taken to the limit by the OWF Veteran!
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We cut backstage in our arena, where we see Dave Rage standing clutching a microphone. He pauses for a minute or two as the fans wonder what's going on.
Camera Man: Dave? Hello?
Dave Rage: Huh? Shit, are we live?
Camera Man: Yup...
Dave Rage flattens his hair down a little, before starting to speak...
Dave Rage: Ladies and gentlemen, you're with me, Dave Rage, backstage...with a very important special guest. Let me introduce...ummm...
We see Toxic Angel walk past Dave. He grabs her arm.
Dave Rage: Hey, can I interview you?
Toxic Angel: Hell no! I'm going to meet Twizted at reception...apparantly security won't let him in.
Dave Rage looks down disappointed. Just then, we see the 50% c-owner of OWF walk past.
Dave Rage: Hey Blade?
Blade pauses and turns around as the fans cheer.
Blade: Yeah? Oh, it's you....What do you want? If you're about to complain about your new job, I'll kick your ass Dave! We've been over this ten times already.
Dave looks down, before sighing.
Dave Rage: How about an interview then?
Blade bites his bottom lip, before stepping up along side Rage.
Blade: Make this quick...because I'm a very busy man.
Dave Rage: Alright, alright. Well, firstly...why did you fire Nick Booton earlier tonight? He did cut a promo last week.
Blade: Simple, Dave. OWF is thriving...and fans need entertainment. Without fans, I don't get money...and without money, I have to fire your ass and people like you. Nick KNEW the rules...he KNEW the stipulations of his match...and yet he decided to test me. I'm Blade god dammit...you don't test me unless you have a death wish!
Dave Rage: Couldn't you have just suspended him or something..?
Blade: No way. OWF is too big for that. Its a mean world and you've got to be on top to survive...and OWF is on top right now. If Nixk wants to be doing one promo a week, then let him crawl on to another fed. I hear eWe is hiring right now.
Dave Rage: What if Nick wants his old job back here?
Blade: Then he can send in an application form and I'll be damn sure to make sure he puts more effort in...otherwise he won't just be fired. I beat him senseless, leave him bloody...and I'll look good doin' it!
The fans roar as Blade recites his legendary catch phrase.
Dave Rage: Alright, great! Will we be seeing any of these Save Your Ass matches next week, or in the near future?
Blade: Hell yeah we will! Next week, in one corner...we have Insomnia. He didn't bother to show, so he can prove his worth to the company...along side Twizted Angel!
Dave Rage: But Twizted hasn't had a match yet! You can't put him in this kind of a match yet!
Blade: I can do whatever the hell I want...and I have already set the match. If they both cut two promo's...then they've saved their asses. If not...then you know what happens.
Dave Rage: Yeah, I do. Anything else that you'd like to announce?
Blade: I could be here all day explaining the matches that Tann and me have booked...but like I said earlier, I'm a busy. Next week will be just as action packed and more extreme than this week...and that is a guarantee!
Dave Rage: Alright, great...well Blade, you have been the first person I've interviewd. Thank yo -
Blade sticks his hand in Dave Rage's face, silencing him.
He then takes the mic out of his hand and raises it up to his lips.
Blade: "The Master Of Disaster" HAS spoken!
The fans explode in loud cheers as Blade walks off of the set. Dave Rage shrugs, before walking off of the set too.
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Written By Blade |
Title: OWF North American Championship Match Type: Hardcore Match Match Drake Vs. Toxic Angel |
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Johnny V: Well, up next is an important match in OWF...because the OWF North American title IS on the line!
Smokey Green: Indeed it is...and Drake is looking like a worthy champion right now.
Johnny V: I agree, Green. When the title was vacated a little whole ago, I thought that the North American title would lose some of its prestige...but with Drake beating whoever he locks up with, he is quickly earning respect for HIMSELF and the title.
Smokey Green: How can you respect the guy? He eats bugs and...other...nasty things. Do you think that's a foreign thing? Do you think Drake is French, Johnny?
Johnny V: I...don't...know. What I do know though, is in that ring he looks like a force to be reckoned with...so Toxic Angel will have to raise her game here tonight!
The P.A system goes off as Toxic Angel's music 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: Here comes Toxic. For a girl, she aint half bad.
Johnny V: ...which is supposed to mean what, exactly?
Smokey Green: Well, she can wrestle. Really well, as a matter of fact.
Johnny V: This is going to be a slaughter! This is like letting Toxic Angel spend the night in Tommy Rocks hotel room!
Smokey Green: You never know, Johnny, we could have a totally different result in our hands after this one.
Johnny V: Care to place a wager on that?
Smokey Green: Uhhh...no...
The Arena is flooded in red, red smoke starts to fill the stage area and Drake emerges from underneath the stage in a gangrel fashion, just without the fire. Drake walks through the smoke with his bag over his shoulder and stops once he is in plain veiw and looks out at the crowd. He has his title around his neck and raises his arms in the air quickly as red kane like pyro shoots up from the ramp. Drake then 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.
Smokey Green: And here comes Drake...I get chills everytime I see him.
Johnny V: I wonder what's in that bag, tonight?
Smokey Green: I'd prefer not to know, Johnny...
The two of them meet eye to eye and walk in circles waiting for an opportunity to arise. Drake takes his eye�s off his opponent for a split second and Toxic Angel takes advantage of it. She hooks onto Drake and pulls off a quick and smooth Belly to Belly suplex. Toxic Angel gets up quickly and backs into the corner of the ring. Drake slowly rises to his feet. Toxic Angel charges at him. She throws her arm out for the clothesline but Drake ducks from it. She bounces back off the ropes and pounces at Drake. Drake counters and catches her head between his arm and body. Drake falls back but nails the counter DDT to a Tee. He gets up and heads out of the ring while Toxic Angel is slow to get to her feet. Toxic shakes off the DDT and follows Drake out of the ring and up the ramp. Drake stops at the top of the ramp looks down and sees a chair folded up against the wall. He picks it up. Once again he turns around and is about to swing but TA throws a quick boot to the chair. The chair hits drake in the side of the head with a SMACK! Drake falls off the ramp onto the floor 5 feet below him onto his back. TA turns to the crowd and throws her hands in the air. She turns around and stands there waiting until finally drake slowly arises. TA steps to the edge of the ramp. She tries to execute some poison on Drake but he falls back over and toxic angel hits the concrete floor hard. With both superstars down, the ref counts� 2� sign of slow movements from Drake, TA still showing no signs of life 3�Drake gets to one knee and stays there�TA rolls around in pain after hitting the floor hard 4�Drake waits for TA to start to her feet�TA does just that 5�Drake decides to wait no more. He grabs the chair that caused him problems once earlier in the match and decides to try again�TA falls back over 6�Drake leans on the chair and smiles�TA gets up to one knee and turns her body as she pushes to stand up. Finally she does. Drake bends over and drops the pipe as he howls in pain. TA grabs the lead pipe and swings it, connecting with the back of Drake�s knees. Drake falls to his knees in pain as TA takes it across his back and he falls. TA rolls him into the ring. She grabs a barbed wire bat and a can of gasoline. She pours gas on the barbed wire and lights it up. She gets in the ring and brings it across Drake�s back as it rips and burns his flesh, he howls in pain but when she does it again, he starts to laugh??
Smokey Green: You know�I don�t think I�ll EVER understand this Drake guy. Eating bugs, liking pain�I mean, that�s just plain weird.
Johnny V: Well, it punks out his opponents, so it�s all good!
TA backs off as Drake hops up! TA swings to hit him and Drake ducks with a grin on his face. She swings again, and he ducks again! She swings a third time and Drake ducks this time getting behind her starts to go into a test of strength for the burning bat! He finally forces her down to the mat and starts to ease it into her face! She kicks him in the balls again and he releases the bat staggering back. She then drills him in the back again, this time the flaming barbwire bat breaks over his back! The crowd is loving the action!
Crowd: "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"
Smokey Green: That HAD to hurt! No one is laughing anymore!
Toxic Angel looks down to Bane's battered, bloody, and burned body. He simply sits up glaring at her through cold, cruel eyes. Toxic Angel's eyes WIDEN as he begins to chase her like a mad man and spears her. Drake wipes her face with his hand and smears her blood all over his chest and laughs. He walks over to his bag of tricks and pulls out a container of maggots. He walks over to a bloodied TA and dumps them on her, she starts to freak out as she rolls around and Drake laughs. Drake picks her up, licks a maggot off her cheek and delivers a hard impact DDT. Drake rolls out of the ring and crawls under it. TA finally comes to realize where she is and looks around for an object. She finds Spiked Brass Knuckles. She slips them on and lays there, pretending to still be unconscious. Drake comes out with a Fire Extinguisher and slides in the ring. He goes to bring it down on her head, when TA punches the extinguisher with the knucks and it sprays everywhere including in Drake�s eyes!!! TA crawls and hoists herself up onto her feet, as Drake stumbles, she takes the opportunity to deliver a running tornado DDT and Drake�s head hits the canvas hard. TA stumbles up. She grabs the fire extinguisher and goes to bring it down on Drake. But Drake grabs it with both hands and uses his feet to launch her back first into the turnbuckle where she slumps. Both Drake and TA lay there, bloodies, bruised, and charred. TA lays there lifeless as Drake starts to get to his feet.
Crowd: "OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!"
Smokey Green: How is that man still able to move?!
Drake makes his way over to Toxic Angel who still has the knuckles on, and punches Drake HARD in the face! He staggers back, and she punches him hard AGAIN! She then mounts the turnbuckle and leaps with a flying punch to his forehead and knocks him down to the mat! She then drops and goes for the cover.
2 DRAKE KICKS OUT!
Johnny V: Abracadabra motherfucker!
Toxic Angel then begins to stomp the holy hell out of Drake while he's covered in all of the maggots! She then grabs him by the head, about to hit him with another hard, stiff shot to the forehead with the spiked, brass knuckles. Drake quickly explodes up and gets her by the head and rolls her up in a small package, AND HE HAS HER TIGHTS!!!
2 3!!!!
The bell rings as Drake rolls out of the ring quickly and is handed his North American Title! Toxic Angel is up in a heartbeat pissed off that she lost this match! The referee goes to Toxic Angel to say something when she simply punches the referee in the nuts with the spiked brass knuckles! She then grabs him by the hair and drags him over to the cover, gets him in a front face lock and mounts the turnbuckle...POISON!! SHE HIT POISON ON THE REFEREE!!! She then punches the referee once, twice, three times, creating some blood flow. She looks right in Drake's eyes as he gets to the top of the ramp and tastes the referee's blood! She then points at him and starts to make the gesture that she's going to be wearing the title!
Johnny V: This isn�t over Green�and I love it!
Smokey Green: That Toxic Angel is fine as hell.
Johnny V: Even covered in blood, charred and bruised?
Smokey Green: Ummm�hell, you know me. I�ll take it however it comes these days�
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Written By Bryan Tann |
Title: None Match Type: Single Match Shaun Stewart Vs. Silkk |
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Smokey Green: And it is time...for the main event! I've been looking forward to this one all night.
Johnny V: Me too, Green. We've had a great night for the fasn so far, but now we're going to see Silkk get his ass handed to him!
Smokey Green: I agree about the night, but I think Silkk will win this one.
Johnny V: Why? He got beat by K-NYNE! And just for the record, K-Nyne SUCKS too!
Smokey Green: C'mon, Silkk did extremely well against K-Nyne. That car gave K-Nyne a little assistance.
Johnny V: K-Nyne got hit too...but whatever. K-Nyne, Silkk...all of these thug people...they ALL suck! Shawn Stewart has this one in the bag!
Shaun Stewarts music hits and he walks down to the ring. He didn't tell anyone what he entrance was, so he chooses just to slide into the ring and wait for Silkk to come out. Simple.
Smokey Green: Shawn is ready for his return match here in OWF. He did some funny promo's last week, didn't he Johnny?
Johnny V: Definately. Silkk couldn't respond with more comedy...which proves that he is a one trick horse.
Smokey Green: If kicking ass is the only trick you have, then forget the comedy!
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...
Johnny V: Look at him. Anyone would think that this is a G-Unit video.
Smokey Green: You may not like him, but you can't faulter his dedication to OWF. He's been here before, during and after OWF's problems.
Johnny V: I guess...
Silkk and Stewart lock up, and Silkk quickly bulls Stewart into the nearby corner using his height and weight advantage. After ramming Stewart into the corner, the ref starts to call for the break.
Smokey Green: It looks like Silkk has got the advantage, even at this very early stage of the match.
Silkk backs up giving a clean break. Stewart quickly catches Silkk with a hard right hand. Silkk takes the right but doesn't stagger, simply stands his ground yet his head turned to the side from the shot. He slowly glares to Stewart who throws another hard right hand, and Silkk once again no sells the shot. Stewart hits Silkk for a third time and Silkk bulls him into the corner and begins to unleash a flurry of rights and lefts as the crowd pops out loudly as Silkk is finally unleashing the anger he's been feeling for the last week! The ref finally gets between the two, AND SILKK TOSSES THE REF ASIDE AND CONTINUES HIS PHYSICAL ASSAULT ON STEWART!! Silkk backs off just a little, allowing Stewart to stagger out of the corner. Silkk is ready to throw a right hand that'll send Stewart's head into the third row, and Stewart drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring as the crowd pops LOUDLY for Silkk! As the ref begins his mandatory 10 count.
Johnny V: Shawn is getting his mind back into first gear out there.
Smokey Green: He better hurry up...we don't want a count out.
2 3 4 5
The crowd begins to pop into a loud chorus of boos as Stewart starts to make his way back up the ramp.
Smokey Green: What..? Where the hell does Stewart think he's going? Surely he's not going to forfeit this match?!
Silkk rolls out of the ring and charges up the ramp and turns Stewart around and rocks him with a hard right hand! Silkk then irish whips him back down to ringside, and Stewart rolls in under the bottom rope. Silkk charges down to the ring and rolls in under the bottom rope after Stewart, who wisely starts to plant the boots to Silkk's back as he's suckered in the hot tempered "Bout It One"!
Johnny V: Thats it Shaun - beat him while he's down!
Smokey Green: It's actually working, I don't believe it!
Stewart continues stomping away on Silkk trying to keep the larger man on the ground. After two or three more stomps, Stewart bounces off the near side ropes and drops a quick leg drop on the back of Silkk's head. He's up quick as a flash and off the near side ropes and drops another quick leg drop, he is then up in a flash and drops a third quick leg drop and he explodes up pumped, roaring out to the crowd as they respond with a loud
chorus of boos.
Smokey Green: Well, the fans are letting Stewart know where they stand in this...
Johnny V: C'mon Green, do you think Shaun or Static really give a fuck?
Silkk starts to get back to his feet, and Stewart quickly comes off the ropes with a clothesline that rocks the big man, but doesn't take him down. Stewart bounces off the ropes and hits Silkk with another clothesline, which once again rocks the big man but doesn't floor him. Stewart bounces off the ropes for a third clothesline AND SILKK DRILLS HIM TO THE MAT WITH A BEAUTIFUL POWERSLAM AND HE GOES FOR THE QUICK COVER!
2 STEWART KICKS OUT!
Silkk pulls Stewart up by the hair and sends him into the ropes and clotheslines him down HARD to the mat almost taking Stewart out of his boots as he goes end over end to the mat! Silkk let's out a LOUD roar out to the crowd as he pulls Stewart back up and irish whips him HARD into the far side corner. He then gets a head of steam and crushes Stewart in the corner with a viscious clothesline! Stewart staggers out of the corner and then drops
face first to the mat shades of Greg "The Hammer" Valentine and "The Nature
Boy" Ric Flair! The crowd is going ballastic!
Johnny V: STEWART IS OUT COLD!
Silkk then pulls Stewart back up to his feet and sends him into the far side ropes and ducks. Stewart does an Rob Van Dam style roll over Silkk's back and rushes to the ropes. Stewart then spring boards off the ropes with a modified moonsault! Silkk catches him in mid air holding him up on his
shoulder! Stewart begins wiggling for dear life finally slipping out of
Silkk's grasp behind him. When Silkk turns around, Stewart catches him with
a hard knife edge chop that rings through the arena. Silkk retaliates with a
chop of his own, only to have Stewart return the favor with another hard
chop! Silkk then returns the chop again to a loud "WOOOO!". Stewart clutches
his chest and retaliates with another chop that brings a loud "WOOOO!" from
the crowd. Silkk then grabs Stewart and sends him into the turnbuckle and
charges in again. This time however he gets a face full of boot as Stewart
raises his boots into Silkk's face! Silkk staggers back but then charges
again at the corner as Stewart ducks the on coming assault and then Stewart
begins to unleash a flurry of rights and lefts of his own to the bewildered
Silkk! The shots are coming before Silkk can even have a chance to cover up!
He then throws some hard kicks to Silkk's ribs, 1, 2, 3 HE THEN DELIVERS A
BEAUTIFUL SPINNING BACK KICK TO SILKK'S FACE DROPPING HIM DOWN IN THE
CORNER! The crowd pops loudly in spite of itself at the action!
Smokey Green: Silkk is seeing stars!
Johnny V: I'm surprised he doesn't have a massive footprint on his forehead, Green, I really am.
Stewart backs up to the far side corner and charges in going for a Bronco buster! Silkk quickly moves out of the way and Stewart meets nothing but turnbuckle and steel post! As Stewart pulls himself up, his back is turned to Silkk. Silkk quickly comes up from behind delievering a punishing Release German Suplexe folding Stewart like an accordian on the canvas! Silkk then moves over to Stewart, hooking his legs like he's going for a Boston Crab, AND SLING SHOTS HIM INTO THE CORNER! Stewart ricochets off the top turnbuckle and into Silkk's waiting arms AND SILKK PLANTS HIM WITH A BELLY
TO BELLY SUPLEX AND GOES FOR THE COVER!
2 STEWART KICKS OUT AGAIN!!
Silkk slaps the mat in frustration as he pulls Stewart up. Silkk then picks up Stewart and sends him into the ropes again and delievers a crushing back body drop planting Stewart on the mat! Stewart scrambles to the corner on his hands and knees with his hands up as if he's begging off! The crowd pops loudly as if trying to coax Silkk not to show any mercy! Silkk simply pulls Stewart up and throws a right hand at Stewart who ducks again and rolls out under the bottom rope. Stewart then starts complaining at the ref about a hair pull! The crowd boos LOUDLY!
Smokey Green: Stewart is definately not happy with that...
Johnny V: Thanks for stating the obvious Einstein...but he's wasting time. He should be watching Silkk.
Stewart turns around to argue with the crowd only to have Silkk actually grab him by the hair! Silkk hoists Stewart up onto the apron and turns him around, ready to bring him into the ring the hard way, WHEN STEWART GRABS SILKK BY THE BACK OF THE HEAD AND DROPS DOWN TO THE OUTSIDE DROPPING SILKK'S THROAT OVER THE TOP ROPE SENDING HIM DOWN TO THE MAT CLUTCHING AT HIS THROAT! The crowd boos loudly as Stewart taps his head!
Smokey Green: Oooooooohhhhhhhh...that HAD to hurt!
Stewart leaps onto the apron, and clings to the top rope springboarding over hitting Silkk with a Senton Splash! He's back up in a flash and bounces off the ropes and delievers a flipping Senton Splash! Stewart then starts to get cocky, throwing little kicks to the side of Silkk's head as if to egg him on! Silkk starts to slowly get to his feet and Stewart continues to put little push kicks to Silkk's head! Silkk simply explodes up hoists Stewart up in the air with a choke hold! Stewart however always aware simply pokes Silkk in the eyes! When Silkk drops him, Stewart bounces off the ropes and delievers a drop kick to Silkk's knee flooring the big man! The crowd boos loudly as Silkk yells out loudly in pain! Stewart then grabs Silkk's leg and drops an elbow to the inside thigh! Again...and again...AND AGAIN! Shaun Stewart is like a man possessed as he hooks in a viscious leg lock attacking Silkk's leg!
Smokey Green: Stewart is trying to break Silkks leg God dammit!
Stewart won't release the hold as he's wrenching back like mad on Silkk's leg! Silkk is yelling out loudly in pain and Stewart is roaring out like some damned maniac. Silkk is doing his best, trying to crawl to the ropes as Stewart is still wrenching in the leg lock in. Silkk is dragging Stewart right along trying to get to the ropes as Stewart continues to do his best to wrench the hold in. Silkk finally gets a hold of the bottom rope as the ref starts to call for Shaun Stewart to break the hold, however Stewart
won't let go! The ref begins his count...
2 3 4
Smokey Green: You have to give it to Silkk...he is trying to turn the tide but he's just been outmatched for the past five minutes or so.
Johnny V: I don't have to give Silkk anything. He sucks.
Smokey Green: He sucks what?
Johnny V: Dic...ah, nevermind. It would have been too easy.
Silkk is doing his best to try to reverse the hold, only the pain is just too great. He's trying to inch to the ropes, however he falls back onto his back in pain as the ref goes for the count.
2 SILKK SITS BACK UP!
Silkk is doing the best he can to stay up, however the pain is too great! He finally, begins doing his best trying to roll Stewart over, however Stewart just won't let up! He's like a man possessed! Silkk finally falls back onto his back and the ref goes for another count.
2 SILKK SITS UP!
The crowd begins to rally behind Silkk as he once again starts trying to reverse the pressure of the hold, only to have Shaun Stewart continue to increase the pressure on the hold! Silkk is still doing his best, and the crowd ERRUPTS LOUDLY as Silkk gets started rolling the hold over! Stewart's eyes widen in shock as Silkk finally finishes the attempt REVERSING THE PRESSURE OF THE HOLD AND STEWART ROARS OUT LOUDLY IN PAIN AS SILKK IS DOING HIS BEST TO RETURN THE FAVOR OF THE FIGURE FOUR! Stewart finally releases the hold as Silkk clings to his leg in pain and Stewart staggers away from Silkk clutching at his own leg in pain.
Smokey Green: Reversal! But Silkk doesn't look to be making the most of his situation!
Johnny V: Of course he can't...all that damage is taking it's toll.
Silkk crawls into the corner clutching at his knee in pain. Stewart finally pulls himself up and starts to make his way at Silkk as Silkk is using the ropes to get back to his feet, only standing on one leg. As Stewart gets close to Silkk, Silkk drills him with a HARD right hand! Stewart's head is locked, but he returns with a right of his own, only to have Silkk drill him with another hard right! And another! And another! Silkk is starting to get a head of steam again as he hops out of the corner trying to stay off his bad leg. He continues throwing rights at Stewart, and sends him into the ropes. Stewart bounces off the ropes fast, ducking the clothesline and drops down delievering a brutal chop block to Silkk's injured leg! The crowd boos LOUDLY!
Smokey Green: Back to that injured leg...
Stewart has a cocky smirk on his face as he does his best to pull the much
larger Silkk up to his feet. He goes to Irish Whip him into the ropes, Silkk
counters, AND HOISTS STEWART UP ONTO HIS SHOULDERS! STEWART IS KICKING HIS FEET WILDLY TRYING TO GET FREE AND THE REF IS DRILLED IN THE FACE WITH A BOOT AND HE'S DOWN, BUT SILKK DOESN'T NOTICE AS HE DELIVERS THE DRIVE BY!
Johnny V: SILKK HAS SHAUN STEWART BEAT! IT COULD BE ALL OVER!
Silkk rolls over weakly and goes for the cover, he hasn't noticed that the ref is down and out yet. He hooks Stewart's leg tight and rolls him up. The crowd is counting out loudly.
Fans: 1...2...3!
Smokey Green: This should be over Johnny!
Johnny V: There's no referee...Silkk shouldn't have taken the ref out. It's his own fault.
Suddenly, Amaru comes running down to ringside like a bat out of hell. He quickly pulls Silkk of Shaun Stewart and hoists him up AND DROPS HIM TO THE MAT WITH THE CLOSE ENCOUNTER!! He then pulls Stewart on top of Silkk and starts to shake the ref a bit trying to revive him. Amaru then rolls out of the ring as the ref weakly crawls over and starts to hit the mat.
2 3!!
Smokey Green: SILKK WAS SCREWED
Johnny V: To hell with that! Silkk didn't deserve the win! Justice was done here...
Smokey Green: But...Silkk had the three count, he should have been the winner.
Johnny V: Should, could, would...shut up, Green.
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Written By Bryan Tann |
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Amaru then rushes into the ring helping Shaun Stewart up who is still a bit
groggy after the Drive By as Static has once again screwed Silkk! Silkk
starts to stir weakly on the mat and Amaru starts to put the boots to him!
Smokey Green: Silkk is totally helpless out there! Static are finishing what they started last week!
Johnny V: Hell, I might go join in! Stick my boot up that fake thugs ass!
Amaru is stomping away on Silkk as Shaun Stewart starts to join in on the
festivities! Amaru pulls Silkk up and hooks him in a bear hug style hold as
Shaun Stewart bounces off the ropes, shades of Bret "The Hitman" Hart and
delivers the dreaded Hart Attack! Amaru and Stewart continue delivering
the boots to Silkk without mercy! Madison rushes into the ring with a chair
in hand! She swings for the fences at Amaru who ducks quickly! He then grabs
her by the hair roughly as though he's ready to do something, when suddenly
the crowd pops loudly! AND THE FULL THROTTLE CHAMPION SHYNE HITS THE RING!
He drills Amaru in the back with a hard forearm from behind! He then starts
to open up on Shaun Stewart hitting him with rights and lefts, he's a ball
of fire as he bounces off the ropes and clotheslines Shaun Stewart over the
top rope! Shyne is pumped up!
Smokey Green: Out Full Throttle champion doing what he does best...
Johnny V: Uhhh...wearing baggy clothes?
Smokey Green: No, Johnny, hell no! Kicking ass!
Shyne quickly turns around and blocks Amaru's right hand, and starts to
deliver a flurry of rights and lefts of his own! He then bounces off the
ropes and goes for a clothesline, AMARU DUCKS AND SHYNE IS TAKEN OUT WITH A
VISCIOUS CHAIR SHOT FROM JESSE WILLIAMS WHO SIMPLY CAME OUT OF NOWHERE!!!
Shyne is layed out, blood starting to come from his head. Jesse Williams
then begins to stomp the hell out of Shyne as Amaru and Shaun Stewart make
their way back into the ring. Madison simply picks up the steel chair about
to catch Amaru from behind again as he begins to stomp the hell out of
Silkk, when suddenly Chris Green emerges from the crowd with the OWF World
Heavyweight Title around his waist! He simply grabs the chair from Madison
and looks to her with a smirk.
Smokey Green: Get out of there Madison...GET OUT OF THERE!
Chris Green simply clocks Madison upside the head with a chair shot!
Johnny V: I don't think she could hear you, Green.
The crowd pops into a loud chorus of boos as Chris Green directs traffic as Jesse Williams continues to stomp the hell out of Shyne, and Amaru and Shaun Stewart continue to assault Silkk!
Smokey Green: Well, that's all she wrote I guess. There's no one else to help...K-Nyne is in prison and there are no more members in Tha YoungThugz on the roster...
Suddenly, "Debonaire" by Dope hits over the PA and the crowd pops LOUDLY! They literally seem to be shaking the arena as standing at the top of the ramp is none other than former World, North American, and 50% co owner of the Outsider Wrestling Federation, "THE LOOSE CANNON" BRYAN TANN!!!
Johnny V: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!?!
Tann has a business to run, Green, and he's NOT afraid to kick ass to get that business done!
Smokey Green: What about his medical record? He's not allowed to do this!
Johnny V: Do you think Tann gives a flying fuck?!
The members of Static look up at Tann as though they have not a care in the world. Bryan Tann simply glares down at Chris Green and takes off down the ramp like a bat out of hell and slides into the ring under the bottom rope AND BEGINS TO OPEN UP A CAN OF WHOOP ASS ON SHAUN STEWART DRILLING HIM WITH RIGHT HAND AFTER RIGHT HAND!
Smokey Green: It's like he never even left! Tann is taking Static out SINGLE HANDEDLY.
Johnny V: Calm down Green, no need to kiss ass.
Tann continues to throw the rights at Shaun Stewart! Amaru comes up behind
Tann who simply turns around and catches Amaru with a hard kick to the
stomach! He then gets Amaru in the front face lock about to go for the
Aftermath, but he releases the hold as Jesse Williams charges going for a
clothesline, Tann ducks and drills Williams in the face with a viscious back
kick!
Smokey Green: BRYAN TANN IS DOING WHAT THE WHOLE OF THA YOUNGTHUGZ COULDN'T!
Tann then turns around and points a finger at Chris Green who's eyes WIDEN
in fear as the man who's career he ended is ready to get some retribution!
Tann starts to advance on Chris Green, ready to deliever some pain, WHEN
SHAUN STEWART DRILL TANN IN THE BACK WITH A STEEL CHAIR! Bryan Tann's back
arches as he drops to his knees. Shaun Stewart then drills Tann in the back
again with the steel chair. Amaru, Shaun Stewart, and Jesse Williams start
to stomp the hell out of "The Loose Cannon" as the crowd breaks into a loud
chorus of boos. Chris Green picks up a chair glaring down at Bryan Tann as
he's being stomped to hell and back. Chris Green then begins to yell out
instructions to Amaru, Stewart, and Williams who simply hoist Tann up
holding his arms. Tann is in a prone position. Green starts yelling out
loudly at Tann.
Chris Green: YOU THINK YOU'RE SO TOUGH!? YOU THINK YOU'RE THE SHIT 'LOSER CANNON'? YOU THINK YOU'RE SOMEONE BYRAN TANN? FUCK YOU! STATIC RUNS THIS FUCKING COMPANY! YOU'RE FUCKING FIRED!!
Smokey Green: He can't do that...can he?
Johnny V: No...thankfully...
Chris Green heeves back AND DRILLS BRYAN TANN IN THE HEAD WITH THE STEEL
CHAIR! There is almost a hush through the crowd as the sound of the chair
shot rings through the arena. Tann stands straight up after he was let go.
Glaring at Chris Green, Green's eyes widen in terror as it seems as though
the chair shot hasn't had an effect on "The Loose Cannon"! Suddenly, the
glare turns into a look of someone on dream street as his eyes simply glaze
over and he falls face first onto the mat laying limp. Chris Green glares
down at Tann as "The Ghost Of Tom Jones" by Rage Against The Machine begins
to play. Chris Green and the rest of Static exit the ring to a LOUD chorus
of boos. Trash and everything is being thrown their way as they make their
way up to the back. Silkk limps over towards the fallen body of Bryan Tann,
as does Madison Divera and Shyne. "The Loose Cannon" Bryan Tann is laying
still, he hasn't moved since he was drilled with the steel chair.
Smokey Green: God damn...with Tanns medical history, I think we all know this could be serious! Get some medics out here dammit, the 50% owner needs help!
Johnny V: Where's Blade when you need him?!
Smokey Green: He left at the mid-point of the show! Tann has no one to help him!
The OWF cameras fade to black as the EMTs rush to the ring and turn Bryan Tann over who has blood coming from his forehead...and also from an ear? The camera fades to black.
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Written By Bryan Tann |
