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The OWF: TNT logo shows up on the TV screen and "My Plague" by Slipknot hits as we begin to see some of the highlights of the OWF in the recent weeks. We see the Static invasion, we see Shyne losing his Full Throttle title, we see K-Nyne being arrested, we see Silkk and Chris Green face to face. The scenes begin to move faster and faster as finally there's a huge EXPLOSION, and the OWF logo shows on the screen. The scene then cuts to the CCBC Beaver Dome. In the top left hand corner we see 'LIVE' in bold letters. The OWF crowd is buzzing, while there aren't that many in the crowd, those that are there are cheering loudly. Many of the fans are holding humorous sighs, but seeing as Jc can't be bothered, we'll leave it there. Smokey Green: Hey there OWF fans, I'm Smokey Green and with me as always is "Viscious" Johnny V. Welcome to another action packed edition of OWF: Tuesday Night Terror! And fans we're always happy to have you here!! Johnny V: Things are getting more and more action packed around here. I hear that later on tonight we have the official contract signing of the OWF main event at the next pay per view... Smokey Green: That match will be brutal as hell, you have to agree with me there! Johnny V: You know, I never thought I'd hear myself say this Smokey Green...but you're right! The camera zooms out from the commentary desk and focuses on the titantron, ready for the first match of the evening... |
Written By Blade |
Title: None Match Type: Save Your Ass Match (2 Promo Minimum) Twizted Angel Vs.Draven |
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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 fiery ropes 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 waits for his opponent. The lights fade away fireworks like Randy Orton�s start to go off. Twizted Angel stands under the fire works, looks up, and holds his arms out like Raven. Then he beings to walk down the ramp and when he gets into the ring, he goes on the top rope then does a back flip off of it. Twizted Angel then sits in the turnbuckle corner and the lights being to fade back on. Draven snarls at Twizted Angel.
Smokey Green: Wow, this is going to be real serious.
Johnny V: Draven and Twizted Angel are perfect matches. Draven is about six feet and five inches. Twizted Angel is about two feet and three inches taller than him.
Smokey Green: Draven is a pretty big guy, weighing in at three hundred pounds.
Johnny V: Twizted Angel only weighs one hundred forty five. So this one seems like a speed against power setup.
Smokey Green: Definitely.
They hook up. Soon, Draven sends Twizted Angel flying into the ropes but Twizted Angel uses his speed to duck under Draven�s foot as he tries to hit the big boot. Twizted Angel begins to give the big guy right hands but it doesn�t faze him in the least bit. Draven gives him a head butt that sends him flying into the turnbuckle. Draven runs and hits the Twizted Angel with a spear. Twizted Angel stumbles out of the corner holding in stomach, with a facial expression of pure pain. He drops on his knees.
Johnny V: Man, can you imagine three hundred pounds running towards your ribcage?
Smokey Green: I don�t even want to think about it.
Draven picks Twizted Angel but Twizted Angel fights back. He throws hard rights and lefts. He finally is getting the upperhand. He hits Draven with a suplex. He begins to stomp on Draven. The referee tells him to stop. He stops and puts on the Four Figure Leg Lock. Draven screams in pain. He grabs the rope and Twizted Angel breaks the hold. Twisted Angel picks Draven and signals that he is about to finish this guy. He hits the �Nail in the Coffin� (Death Valley Driver). He pins!
The Referee: 1�2�3!!!
Twizted Angel jumps up and celebrates. He did an amazing job and both gave a great match. The referee raises Twizted Angel�s hand. Scenes fade away.
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Written By Shorty |
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Twizted Angel climbs to his feet after having pinned Draven. �Flammen� by Rammstein hits over the Pa�s sound system speakers as the fans cheer.
Johnny V: Well, it�s no surprise�Blade�s come out here to fire someone!
Smokey Green: Has Twizted Angel justified his spot on the roster here, Johnny? He might still get fired here tonight...and so might Draven.
Johnny V: Well, Draven had his ass handed to him this week, it has to be said. But who knows? Blade might be in a good mood again�
Blade walks out from behind the titantron curtain clutching a mic in his hand.
Instead of standing at the top of the ramp, as he usually would, he makes his way down to the ring as the fans roar and chant his name.
Johnny V: Woah, Blade is doing things a little differently here!
Smokey Green: And the fans are loving it.
Blade climbs up the steel steps as Draven uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet. Blade climbs through the ring ropes and walks over to the furthest ring corner. He climbs up onto the turnbuckle and holds his arm up in the air before climbing down. He then walks over to the ring corner next to him and climbs up it too, repeating the taunt.
Johnny V: The camera's are blinding me out here.
Smokey Green: You said that when you saw Sylvester Stallones mother!
Johnny V: Have you seen that womans face?
Smokey Green: Touche...
Blade then climbs down and stands between Draven and Twizted Angel while his music volume lowers. He raises the mic up to his lips as both wrestlers in the ring step back a little.
Blade: Now...it's time time of the week again...where I come out and I end someones career. But you see, I've got bored of standing at the top of the ramp and letting my security drag you off while you pretty much hurl trash talk at me. I'm bored of that, I've heard it for the past few weeks and I've had enough. Hell, this week I was expecting to be firing someone...
Johnny V: Does that mean he isn't?
Smokey Green: I think so...
Johnny V: GOD DAMMIT!
Blade: And hell, that might still be the case.
Smokey Green: We spoke too soon.
Blade: But let me just get something off of my chest first. Last week, I took a gamble.
Blade turns and points at Twizted Angel as the fans cheer.
Blade: I took a chance by letting you remain as a part of this business. I mean, you cut ONE promo that week...and that showed that you could offer something to OWF...but I needed to see if you were truely dedicated. If you werent dedicated then I'd tear up our contract and shove it down your throat...but as it stands...I wanna say that I'm...
Johnny V: Here it comes! HE'S FIRED, HE'S FIRED!
Smokey Green: I have no idea why you love it when this happens, Johnny.
The fans cheer as Blade smirks.
Blade: I'm...impressed.
Johnny V: IMPRESSED?! What a let down!
Smokey Green: Blade took a chance and it paid off! Twizted Angel has justified his position on the roster!
Blade: Thats right, you all heard me. Twizted, I'm glad to say that you proved me right by giving you a second chance and you just SAVED YOUR ASS!
The fans roar in approval as Twizted Angel holds his arms in the air. Blade then turns to Draven.
Blade: Draven...
The fans boo at the mention of Dravens name.
Johnny V: Well, Draven hasn't won any fans over these past few weeks.
Smokey Green: Well, he's had a losing streak, attempted to steal a baby and mocks all of the talent. Would YOU want this guys autograph, Johnny?
Johnny V: Hell yeah!
Smokey Green: Well...that doesn't surprise me at all.
Blade points towards Draven.
Blade: I put you into this Save Your Ass match with the intention of giving Twizted Angel some cometition. You know..? a run for his money...because I considered you a pretty talent wrestler. you want old school values to be re-instated and seeing as I came in just towards the end of that era, I'd like to see some essences of that. I thought that it'd be a great match...old school versus new school in a great match up. What I got, though...was to see a washed up man getting his ass HANDED to him!
The fans cheer as Draven doesn't look amused.
Blade: Considering you weren't even in any real trouble before this week and you were being pretty consistant, you should have done pretty well this week...but you wen't and made a mistake. You disappointed me! And do you know what I do to disappointments?
Draven shakes his head as the fans starts to cheer a little.
Blade: I beat them senseless, leave them bloody...and I look good doin' it!
Blade drops the mic and before it has had time to hit the floor, he kicks Draven in the gut and locks up up in the Jagged Dagger. He exectures it, smashing Dravens skull straight into the mat. Blade climbs back to his feet as the fans roar. He stoops down and picks up the mic.
Blade: Draven...YOU'RE FIRED!
The fans and Johnny V let out a roar of approval as Blade tips his head back.
Blade: THE "MASTER OF DISASTER" HAAAAAAS SPOKEN!
Blades music rehits as he drops the mic to the mat, right next to Dravens fallen body. Blade climbs out of the ring and heads up the ramp, closely followed by Twizted Angel as security guards surround the ring, ready to escort the unconcious Draven off of OWF premises.
Johnny V: Well, we all got what we wanted here! Another casualty to the Save Your Ass match!
We cut to another quick commercial break as Draven is dragged from the ring by a set of security guards, still lifeless.
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Written By Blade |
Title: None Match Type: Bum Fight Match (Stipulation TBA By The Vagrant) Mark Payne Vs. The Vagrant |
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Smokey Green: Well what a match that last match was Johnny�
Johnny V: You kidding me Smo? I nearly fell asleep!
Smokey Green: Well I�ve got some very important things to tell you about this next match, fans, first of all�
Smokey Green cannot be heard because Johnny is making snoring noises and chuckling to himself. Mark Payne makes his way from the back to a welcoming cheer from the crowd. One kid in the crowd is highlighted on camera with a sign saying �I�m a Paynomac�
Smokey: Look at that, Johnny; aint that cute?
Johnny: It would be if the kid hadn�t have wet himself�
Smokey: Eww gross�
Ring Announcer: Hailing from Detroit, Michigan�at a height and weight of 6�4�, 245 lbs�"The Next Generation"�Mark Payne!!
Payne works the ropes as The Vagrant stumbles out from the back accompanied by manager Chris Burgess. Initially, the fans cheer The Vagrant but as Burgess swaggers out a loud �You suck� chant goes up. Burgess interrupts the Ring Announcer�s intro.
Burgess: Yeah yeah yeah, no one gives a crap how much The Vagrant ways � now let me announce the rules to this bumfights match. There is No DQ and falls count anywhere!
A roar of approval goes up from the fans and Payne and Vagrant look ready to fight. The bell rings and Vagrant tries to rush Payne but Payne ducks the clothesline and rocks Vagrant back with some sharp left jabs. After the 3rd left, he turns to Burgess who is outside of the ring, gesticulates at him (telling him to suck it) and floors Vagrant with a swinging right.
Smokey: Hot start from Payne!
Payne gets the crowd going and turns back to Vagrant who is rolling around on the mat, hurt. He lifts him up but Vagrant hits him, catching Payne off guard. Vagrant tackles Payne and mounts him, throwing punches into his face. He stops and gets off Payne � which angers Burgess, who gets up on the apron and encourages Vagrant to lay into Payne.
Smokey: Burgess really wants Vagrant to inflict some pain on Payne!
Johnny: Is that meant to be funny?
Vagrant stops punching and gets off Payne, runs at the ropes and does a baseball-slide dropkick into the side of his head, rolling Payne outside of the ring. As Payne gets up on the outside he grabs the nearest thing to him � a steel chair � and he throws it at Vagrant who is stepping between the ropes to the outside. It knocks him back into the ring and Payne re-enters with the chair. Vagrant slowly gets up to his feet as Payne stalks him, ready to strike�
Burgess: WHOA�WHOA�WHOA!!
The referee steps between Payne and Vagrant, not allowing Payne to nail Vagrant with the chair as Burgess steps up onto the apron again.
Burgess: Obviously I must have forgot to mention the �Do unto others� rule.
Johnny: What the??
Burgess: The �Do unto others� rule is quite simple. It means that where weapons are involved, anytime that one of you uses it once � i.e. that steel chair you�ve got there, Payne � you have to pass it to your opponent and he is to hit you with it once. Those are the rules!
Payne looks indignant as the referee seizes the chair off him and passes it to Vagrant who looks to Burgess for instruction. A small nod from Chris prompts Vagrant to crack Payne in the head with the chair, flooring Payne. Vagrant covers.
Smokey: There�s a pin!
Johnny: ONE! TWO! THR-NO!! PAYNE KICKED OUT!
Smokey: I can�t believe it! He just kicked out after the Vagrant bludgeoned his skull with the chair!
The Vagrant looks dispondant and shrugs at Burgess, who also looks shocked that Payne kicked out. He tosses a kendo stick into the ring and Vagrant wields it, waiting for Payne to get to his feet.
Smokey: Surely if Vagrant hits Payne with the stick Payne gets to hit Vagrant back.
Johnny V: The Do unto others rule, yeah�
Vagrant cracks Payne in the head with the kendo stick and Payne staggers around but manages to remain on his feet. The referee tries to take the kendo stick from Vagrant but Vagrant cradles it. Eventually he relents and Payne is given the kendo stick. He milks the moment, working the crowd who are begging Payne to wrap the cane around Vagrant�s head but as he raises it above his head and as Vagrant cowers Burgess comes in the ring from behind and takes the cane away from Payne. The fans boo as Chris gets on the mic again.
Burgess: Oh � did I forget to mention? This match is a handicap match!
Smokey: WHAT?!
Burgess: And The Vagrant�s partner is ME!
Burgess punches Payne in the head with the microphone and starts laying into him on the floor. He stands up and shoves The Vagrant, pointing at Payne and ordering him to punish him. The Vagrant reluctantly shakes his head and backs away, angering Burgess more. Behind Chris, Mark Payne stands up, seething, and the crowd cheers loudly. Burgess turns around, confused, walking right into a kendo stick shot in the head! Burgess goes down and Payne springs to the top rope, catlike, and flies off with a swanton bomb.
Smokey: Payneful-Impact! Payneful-Impact!
Johnny: Look at The Vagrant! He�s nowhere to be seen!
The Vagrant is shown retreating up the ramp, clapping on Mark Payne as he covers Burgess for the 3-count.
Smokey: Mark Payne wins! The odds were stacked against him but he overcame those odds and overcame Burgess� dirty tricks and scored a pinfall over his old boss � some payback for the attack a few weeks ago.
Johnny: If I were The Vagrant I�d make myself scarce � Burgess will not be happy with his client when he wakes up!
Smokey: Ex-client more like�
Johnny: ������shut up.
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Written By Chris Burgess |
Title: None Match Type: Single Match "The Wyld Card" Blayze Alexander Vs. Joseph Storm w/ Alexis Rose |
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Johnny V: Ok Smokey, our next match has the word RIVALRY written all over it.
Smokey Green: I'm surprised you know that big of a word, Johnny.
Johnny V: Shut up, Smokey. Anyway, there was a challenge made and accepted, so be prepared for some great action.
Smokey Green: Indeed your right Johnny. I don't know if Blayze and Storm hate each other, but I know that both men have something to prove tonight.
Papercut by Linkin Park hits the speakers as the loud guitar riffs hit the speakers. The GDWTron lights up as you see a lot of Blayze's matches on his accomplisments, the last one lights up and shows this caption "YOUR PARANOIA IS MY WEAPON - MY WEAPON IS YOUR DESTRUCTION". Blayze takes a couple steps out on to the stage and the boos begin to blow in. He lifts his hands and smiles as three large pyros go off, one to the left of the stage, one to the right and one above the ramp.
##Why does it feel like night today?
Blayze makes his way down the ramp a little bit and sneers at the fans.
##But I know just what it feels like
Ring announcer: Introducing first, from Edmonton in Alberta, Canada, weighing in at 235lbs, the "Wild Card", BLAYZE ALEXANDER!
Blayze walks towards the ring and takes a couple steps up the steps, and steps through the ropes and into the ring. He leans against the ropes and stretches out.
##It�s like I�m paranoid lookin� over my back
Blayze turns around and flips off the fans as the boos continue to rain down on him.
Johnny V: Blayze looks ready to brawl.
Smokey Green: He's Canadian Johnny, they always look ready to brawl. Probably drunk.
Wings of a Butterfly by HIM begins. The lights lower, a buzz grows over the crowd. Pyros fly from the entrance ramp, the arena lights up as the pyros fly over the crowd. Joseph Storm stands in the center of the entrance ramp with his arms rasied high. Alexis Rose stands next to him looking out on the crowd. The crowd boos the pair. Joseph Storm slowly paces his way to the ring with Alexis close behind. Storm rolls into the ring, pulls the ropes for Alexis and heads to his corner. He stretches his arms out and does his trademark, sitting on the top turnbuckle waiting for the bell.
Ring announcer: And his opponent, accompanied by the lovely Alexis Rose, from Toronto, Canada, weighing in at 180lbs, the "SoftCore Specialist" JOSEPH STORM!!
Johnny V: Funny Smokey, Storm is Canadian and all he looks is focused.
Smokey Green: .....
Johnny V: Smokey! Stop staring at Alexis.
Smokey Green: What? Alexis who?
Johnny V: (sigh) I said Storm looks like a drawn arrow focused on Blayze.
Smokey Green: Thats because Joseph Storm is a veteran of the OWF. He's forgot more moves than you and me know combined.
Johnny V: Whats that on his shirt?
Smokey Green: Is he crazy?! Thats a DIAMOND KID shirt! The fans will eat him alive!
The bell rings and Blayze starts mouthing off at Storm, but Storm just stands there calm and collected. Alexis shouts something at Blayze, and Blayze shoots her a dark look. In that split moment Storm rushes Blayze and forces a lock-up which ends in Storm twisting Blayze's arm in an armlock.
Johnny V: Blayze's first mistake was looking over at Alexis. If he's a drawn arrow, she's the bow.
Smokey Green: ........
Johnny V: Smokey!!
Smokey Green: What! ....I said that Blayze's second mistake was to lock-up with Storm. The man is a mat tactician for crying out loud.
Storm twists Blayze's arm one more time and then lands a viscious elbow on Blayze' back. Then another, and another.
Smokey Green: The man is methodical alright.
Blayze buckles with each blow, until he goes to one knee. Blayze then throws a punch into the mid-section of Storm, then again, and another, until the lock is broken.
Johnny V: Looks like Storm isn't prepared for a brawl. Those punches threw off his game.
Blayze and Storm back off and then they lock-up again, which results in Storm spinning behind Blayze and german suplexing him. Storm keeps hold of the lock and picks Blayze up and into another german suplex, and does it one more time, releasing Blayze on the third suplex.
Johnny V: Damn, Storm's showing some skill with that chain of suplex-thingies.
Smokey Green: German suplexes Johnny.
Storm walks over and picks up Blayze and executes a beautiful body slam. He picks Blayze up again and begins a suplex, but balances Blayze vertically in the air on his shoulder for a few seconds, before bringing him crashing down to the mat. Storm walks calmly over to Blayze and picks Blayze and performs a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Storm rolls Blayze on his side and low drop kicks Blayze's back. Storm still isn't finished on Blayze hiting a belly-to-back suplex. Storm then sets Blayze up on the top tunbuckle and climbs to the second turnbuckle. WHOA...SUPERPLEX and Storm goes for the cover, with Alexis clapping her hands.
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Smokey Green: Kickout by Blayze. Already a nice arsenal of moves being used by Storm.
Johnny V: And Storm isn't even upset by the kickout, like hes testing Blayze. He seems to be focusing on the lower back of his opponent, like he's softening Blayze up.
Storm gets up, and looks at Blayze, like a like a painter studying the scenery deciding what to paint. Blayze makes it to his knees, and Storm goes to pick Blayze up. Blayze rockets a fist into Storm's stomach, and then rolls back on his back and kicks Storm's legs out from under him. Strom falls on his face and Blayze is up, stomping away at Storm's head. Alexis is just standing there calmly watching. Blayze picks Storm up and attempts a suplex of his own. Storm reaches out and grabs the leg of Blayze, preventing Blayze from picking Storm up. Blayze tries again with the same result. The crowd roars as Storm pushes away from the set up and shakes a finger at Blayze. Blayze looks pissed and they begin to lock up.
Smokey Green: Doesn't he ever learn?
As soon as their arms touch Blayze launches a boot into the stomach of Storm doubling him over.
Smokey Green: I guess he does.
Blayze hits a left jab, left, left, left, and finishes with a little wave to the crowd and a MASSIVE right haymaker. Storm flies back into the ropes and Blayze clothlines him over the top rope, sending Storm to the outside. The crowd is cheereing like crazy as Blayze vaults over the top rope and lands square on Storm. Alexis begins to look alarmed as Blayze puts on a relentless assualt of blows on Storm. Blayze picks up Storm and DDT's him before rolling him in the ring. Blayze walks over to Alexis and points to Storm mouthing. Alexis rears back and slaps Blayze, knocking his head to the side. Blayze brings his fist back and Alexis stands their defiantly as if daring Blayze to hit her.
Smokey Green: NOOOO! Not Alexis, I had a great view!
Johnny V: SMOKEY!! Pay Attention to the match dammint!
What Alexis is really doing is allowing Storm to struggle to his feet. Blayze just snears at Alexis, dropping his fist and turning around.....RIGHT INTO A BASEBALL SLIDE! Storm tosses Blayze back into the ring on the count of 7, after making sure Alexis is alright. Storm gets back into the ring and picks up Blayze, irish whipping him into the ropes. POWERSLAM! Storm picks Blayze up again and Blayze attempts a half-dazed punch. Storm ducks the punch and hooks the arm of Blayze in a Rock Bottom like position and executes a sambo suplex, slamming Blayze down hard on his back. Storm picks Blayze back up and sends him back to the ropes going for a clothesline. Blayze barely ducks and grabs the clothesline arm and swings his legs over to hook Storm's other arm.... rolling Storm back to the mat......CRUCIFIX PIN!
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Johnny V: Almost a quick pin there Smokey.
Smokey Green: .......
Johnny V: SMO....Awww fuck it!
Blayze bounces up to his feet and knees Storm hard, doubling Storm over again. Blayze then runs behind Storm over to the turnbuckle and climbs to the top rope jumping off and catching Storm's head, TOP ROPE BULLDOG!! Alexis looks worried. Blayze picks Storm up and and attempts a brain buster.........and nails it! Alexis is frantic now, shouting at Storm, cursing at Blayze, but the two men don't seem to hear her. Blayze DDTs Storm and then turns to look at Alexis throwing her a wink.
Johnny V: Uh-oh, looks like it might be over.
Smokey Green: .......
Blayze sets up Storm for the Royal Flush........and....STORM BLOCKS IT!!! STORM REVERSES INTO A SWINING NECKBREAKER DROP ON BLAYZE!! THE CROWD LOVES IT!!
Johnny V: How the HELL to you block a wrestlers finisher!?
Smokey Green: Not only block it....but REVERSE IT! He must have been studying the move!
Johnny V: Welcome back Smokey.
Smokey Green: ......
Johnny V: DAMMIT GREEN!!!
Storm goes to the turnbuckle to recover a bit and Blayze begins to stir. Storm moves over to Blayze and begins to pick Blayze up. Blayze throws a right hook rith into Storm's side, and gets to his feet. Storm goes for a lock-up but Blayze runs back into the ropes and drop kicks Storm........wait....Storm caught Blayzes feet and slams Blayze down, twisting the legs, tuning Blayze over...
Johnny V: OH NO!....QUALITY CONTROL....HES GOT THE QUALITY CONTROL!! Blayze ALexander looks to be in an incredible amount of pain! Why wont he tap?!
Blayze does indeed look to be in pain...screaming but not tapping. He shakes his head violently when the ref goes over to check on him. Alexis cheers Storm on and Storm leans back farther, more pressure added to the back of Blayze. Blayze screams loudly and then his eyes roll back into his head and it looks like he passes out. Alexis runs to the other side of the ring and yells something at Storm. The ref runs over and begins to check, but Storm leans back and grabs Blayze's hand with a free hand and simulates tapping.
Johnny V: THE REF IS CALLING IT, HES CALLIING THE MATCH!! Blayze is passsed out and he let Joseph Storm tap him out! Is that even legal Smokey?
Smokey Green:........ I honestly don't know....what happened.
Johnny V: Joseph Storm has won. The ref is holding Storm's hand high thats what...absolutley amazing.
Johnny drops his head into his hands as Alexis walks by with a tired Joseph Storm. Paramedics rush to the ring to check on the unconscious Blayze Alexander and we go to commercial.
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Written By Jacen Frost |
Title: OWF Tag Team Titles Match Type: Single Match Bane & AOD Vs. Shawn Stewart & Amaru |
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The lights fade out, as the sound of static rocks the speakers.
Smokey Green: I HATE that sound, Johnny!
Johnny V: Who doesn't?!
The static cuts off as "Survival Of The Sickest" by Saliva booms around the arena. Out emerges Shaun Stewart and Amaru, to a loud chorus of boo's from the audience.
Smokey Green: Here come the number one contenders to the Tag Team Championships.
Johnny V: And, the soon to be, NEW Tag Team Champions!
Smokey Green: I wouldn't go that far, Johnny. The Forsaken are for real.
Johnny V: Yeah, we'll see about that.
They make their way down to the ring, bad-mouthing the fans along the way. Rolling under the bottom rope and sliding into the ring, they await the arrival of their opposition.
Smokey Green: They certainly look ready, Johnny. I'll give them that much.
Johnny V: Don't compliment my crew! They don't care about what you think.
Smokey Green: Your crew, huh?
Johnny V: That's right. Me and Static -- we go way back.
Smokey Green: I bet.
The 4-Saken logo hits the screen, and then bursts into flames. Their music hits, as they slowly arise from the ramp, Gangrel style, surrounded by flames. The Tag Belts sparkle around their wastes.
Smokey Green: And here come the reigning Tag Team Champions! Bane Crow and the AOD!
Johnny V: Did you just see their entrance?! That's kind of freaky.
Smokey Green: They've been doing that for weeks now, you numbskull!
Johnny V: Guess I didn't notice?
Smokey Green: You never notice anything important.
They walk down the ramp, pointing at Static. The fans cheer.
Johnny V: The fights on, Smokey!
Smokey Green: I guess so!
Static slides under the bottom rope and meets The Forsaken out on the ramp-way. All four men exchange right and left hands -- The Forsaken quickly getting the upper hand, each beating an individual member of Static back down to the ring.
Smokey Green: The Tag Champs are ready here tonight!
The AOD takes Amaru, and Bane takes Stewart. They break off, and fight around the side of the ring, even though the bell hasn't rung yet. The brawl immediately takes off into the crowd, as they fight each other through the people standing around. The ref simply stands in the ring, not knowing what the hell to do.
Johnny V: The match hasn't even begun yet, and it's already spilling out into the crowd!
Bane and Stewart brawl through the crowd, mainly landing rights and lefts on each other, until Stewart pokes Bane in the eyes and takes the early advantage. AOD and Amaru do the same, until Amaru suddenly takes control with a closeline, knocking the AOD onto the ground. He, however, becomes distracted when a fan offers him a beer. Amaru totally forgets about AOD and starts chugging down beers.
Smokey Green: Amaru is drinking beers with the fans! He's not even paying attention to this match!
Amaru successfully takes down two beers, before AOD finally gets to his knees and low-blows Amaru. He then takes a few steps back, and nearly decapatates him with a wicked big-boot to the face. Amaru hits the ground, as AOD quickly assists him to his feet, and starts bringing him back towards the ring. The camera cuts back to Stewart whose stomping the hell out of Bane on the ground. He calls for a chair from the fans. Some random fan volunteers. The fan unfolds his chair and holds it up, as Stewart brings Bane to his feet. He tells the fan to throw the chair to Bane, as he's planning on landing a Van-Daminator, but when he does, Bane catches the chair and smacks it over Stewart's head. He then picks him up and brings him towards the ring as well.
Johnny V: Finally, the action is coming back towards the ring.
AOD hip-tosses Amaru over the guard rail as he lands on his back in pain, while Bane simply throws Stewart over the guard rail. Bane grabs onto the guard rail, and leaps over top it, flipping in the air, and landing a leg drop across Stewart's throat. The fans errupt in cheers. AOD picks up Amaru and rolls him into the ring, as the bell finally sounds. Bane gets onto the apron and stands in place, as Stewart lays on the ground in agony for a while, before finally going over to his.
Smokey Green: And now, the match has officially begun!
AOD stomps away on Amaru, whose already in pain from the previous assult. He kicks him in the ribs a few times, before helping him to his feet. He cocks back and blasts Amaru with a nasty right hand, that sends him flying into the ropes. Amaru bounces off the ropes from the impact and falls forward, as the AOD sends him flying with a big, back body drop. Amaru sits up in pain, as the AOD turns around and hits a signature taunt. The crowd goes nuts. AOD drives a knee into Amaru's back, and then drags him over into the corner. He tags in Bane.
Johnny V: I can't believe these Forsaken bastards have the upper hand here!
AOD rolls Amaru onto his back, as Bane climbs onto the second rope and leaps off, nailing a body splash onto Amaru's back. AOD exits the ring, as Bane once again hurries to the second rope, and nails yet another body splash again. Amaru yells out in pain as Bane quickly drops onto his ass, next to Amaru, and locks on a front face lock. Amaru reaches out to Stewart, who can do nothing but stand and watch. Bane quickly breaks the hold, and gets to his feet. He stomps away at Amaru's back, and then drags him out into the center of the ring. He runs at the ropes, bounces back, and nails a senton splash onto the weakend back of Amaru. Bane then drags Amaru back into his corner, and tags in the AOD.
Smokey Green: Can you believe this? They're completely isolating the back of Amaru.
Johnny V: And it really looks like Stewart wants in.
AOD methodically walks in and drops an elbow on Amaru's back. AOD gets up and walks around the ring a little bit, waiting for Amaru to get up. Amaru only gets to his knees before the pain starts kicking in. AOD walks over and helps him to his feet, and then runs him into the turnbuckle. He lands a series of back-elbows to the side of his face, and then runs his shoulder into his stomache a few times. Amaru bends over in pain, as the AOD tags in Bane. Bane climbs in and head to the center of the ring. He runs forward as AOD catches him and hoists him into the air, allowing him to hit a super splash body onto Amaru. Amaru stumbles forward and falls onto his face, rolling out of the ring.
Smokey Green: What the hell is Stewart doing here?
Stewart drops off the ring apron and creeps around the side of the ring, where Amaru is laying. Bane waits inside the ring, as AOD hurries out to throw Amaru back into the ring. As soon as he exits the ring and goes to pick Amaru up, Stewart is right there to superkick his teeth right down his throat. The AOD flies back and crashes through the steel steps. Seeing this, Bane quickly rolls out of the ring. Stewart baits him, as Bane bites. Stewart takes off running around the side of the ring, Bane following, as Amaru climbs to his feet. He rolls into the ring, and crawls over to his corner. Stewart races around the ring, and slides inside. Bane comes chasing behind. Stewart runs to the other side of the ring, and rolls under the bottom rope. Bane follows. Stewart runs around the other side, and leaps onto the ring apron, getting the hot tag from Amaru. Stewart then leaps onto the ropes and hits a split-legged moonsault to Bane on the outside, laying him out. The fans go crazy, not because they like Stewart, but because they appreciate the athleticism it took to execute the move.
Johnny V: That's right! Static is back in control, baby!
Stewart gets up and throws Bane into the ring. He climbs in. Slowly, the AOD and Amaru get to their feet and head onto their respective aprons. Meanwhile, Stewart quickly picks up Bane and whips him into the ropes. Bane bounces back as Stewart leapfrogs him. Bane hits the ropes and comes back again as Stewart lands a text-book dropkick, sending him quickly to the mat. Stewart stalks Bane as he gets up, and runs into the opposing ropes. He comes running at Bane's back and leaps onto it -- wrapping him up in the crucifix position. The momentum sways Bane forward, but Stewart pulls back, as he nails an extremely original "crucifix exploder." The fans errupt again at such innovation. Stewart avoids the pin and lets Bane roll through, as he quickly gets up and taunts the fans.
Smokey Green: Holy cow! I've NEVER seen that move before!
He helps Bane to his feet, and hits him with a few knife-edge chops, before kicking him in the gut. He lifts him up and drops him with a viscious brainbuster, before running over to the turnbuckle. He quickly climbs it, and leaps off, nailing a flying elbow on Bane.
Johnny V: HE GOES FOR THE COVER!!!!
Smokey Green: ONE! TWO! ....NO!
Bane kicks out as Stewart gets right in the ref's face. He starts bitching and complaining, as Bane smoothly gets a quick school boy pin, with the tights hooked.
Johnny V: A QUICK COVER BY BANE!
Smokey Green: ONE! T-NO! He kicks out at one!
Stewart rolls out, and quickly gets to his feet, dropping a Tajiri-like like dropkick to the face of Bane. Bane falls onto his back as Stewart drops a few quick leg drops -- X-Pac style. He lifts Bane up, and brings him over into the turnbuckle. Tag to Amaru. Amaru climbs in. Stewart backs up Bane and whips him forward, right into a charging big boot from Amaru. Stewart then leaves the ring, as Amaru goes to work. Since he's back is troubled, he's planning on staying away from power moves. Amaru kicks Bane around, and slowly raises him to his feet. He headbuts him into the corner and charges forward with a closeline. He then clubs him numerous times with a series of mini-closelines, wearing away the spirit of Bane. Bane falls onto his ass in the corner, as Amaru puts the boots to him. He does it so much, it forces the ref to break the punishment. As the ref backs him away, Amaru continues to distract him as Stewart reaches around and starts choking the life out of Bane from the outside. AOD sees this and runs into the ring to rescue his partner. The ref sees him and stops him dead in his tracks, as Amaru hurries over and joins in on the fun. Eventually, AOD leaves the ring as Stewart loses his hold. Amaru hoists Bane up from his feet, pulls him out into the center of the ring, and drops him with a sickening spinebuster. Amaru gets up and taunts the fans as they boo.
Johnny V: This is brilliant. Absolutely brilliant!
Amaru backs up a little bit and waits for Bane to roll over and sit up. When he does, Amaru charges forward and nails him with a knee to the face. He then knees down and grabs Bane by the head, and starts slamming it repeatedly onto the mat over and over again. Amaru drags Bane over to the ropes, and tags in Stewart. Stewart climbs on the top turnbuckle, and lands a flying leg drop onto Bane. Stewart gets up and kicks Bane over into the center of the ring, helping him to his feet. Bane lands a few right hands onto Stewart that make him stumble back, but Stewart is quick to kill his momentum with a knee to the gut. Stewart kicks Bane in the gut, and hoists him up for "The Climax." Just as he goes to land it, Bane wiggles out. When Stewart turns around, Bane nails a desperation spinning heel kick that knocks both men out.
Smokey Green: Bane with a spinning heel kick! The tides have shifted!
Moments pass, before Bane begins his long crawl over to his partner for the hot tag, but Stewart is up to his feet first. He hurries over to Bane and grabs his leg, dragging him backwards, so he can't make the tag. Bane fights to his feet, and spins around, with Stewart holding his leg, and nails an enzurguri. Stewart stumbles forward, as Bane hurries over and makes the hot tag to the AOD.
Johnny V: Son of a bitch! Here comes the AOD!
The AOD hurries into the ring and drops Stewart with a big boot. Amaru runs into the ring, only to get closelined for his troubles. Stewart gets back up only to receieve a viscious sidewalk slam. Amaru turns around and stumbles right into a manhattan drop, followed up by a closeline over the top rope. Bane hurries into the ring, bounces off the ropes, sprints forward, and nails a successful suicide dive over the top rope onto a standing Amaru on the outside - basically knocking them both out, as they crash into the guard rail. The AOD and Stewart are left inside the ring. AOD stalks Stewart as he gets to his feet. The AOD locks in a full nelson, lifts him up, and drops him with a mean full nelson slam. He drags his thumb across his throat, signaling the end. He walks over to Stewart, and throws him on his shoulders. He's about to nail "Hell's Fury", but somehow, Stewart wiggles out.
Johnny V: There's still hope for Static!
Smokey Green: Or is there?!
Stewart and AOD tie up. AOD drives his knee into Stewarts gut, before throwing him into the ropes with an Irish whip. On the rebound AOD raises his boot, but Stewart slides across the mat and leaps back to his feet. AOD spins around and is kicked in the midsection. Stewart then begins to hoist AOD up. AOD wiggles as he is held upside down, but Stewart just drives his knee into AOD's face. He then drops down with...
Smokey Green: THE CLIMAX! This one could be over!
Johnny V: Unless Bane can do something about it.
On the outside Bane is on his knees. Inside the ring Stewart covers AOD and the referee begins to count the pinfall...
2...Bane clambers under the bottom rope...
Smokey Green: Well, these four have fought a war here tonight...and we have new champions!
Johnny V: But you have to admit, Bane did an amazing job this week. He could be in line for big things after this...
Smokey Green: Of course...a mini-second later and he may have broken the pinfall...then they'd still be beating the hell out of each other.
Stewart rolls under the bottom rope and walks over to the referee who has the titles in his hands. He takes the titles and walks around to Amaru who is holding his back in pain, but still celebrating. Inside the ring Bane is on his knees, obviously upset in losing. Static head up the ramp...
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Written By Shawn Stewart & Blade |
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Thrown away by Vast hits the speakers as the fans
instantly start booing loudly� Green enters the top of the ramp playing the
belt like a guitar as his song continues to play� he puts the belt on his
shoulder as he walks down to ringside.� The
fans continue to boo loudly, as he gets to the point where he just points at
them and they boo louder. Chris Green is in the ring and notices that the contract is sitting on the
table....and walks around the ring as the fans boo him....Chris Green has a
smirk on his face...and is waiting on Silkk to come out.....and all of sudden
the lights go out...and you hear the sirens go off and the fans erupt in to
cheers as Silkk is standing at the top of the ramp....and Silkk has a cocky
look on his face....Silkk starts to motion for the title around his waist as he
walks down the ramp...Silkk makes perfect eye contact with Chris Green....Silkk
climbs in the ring and Chris Green slides out of the ring as Silkk starts to
pump the crowd up and you start to hear the chants of
"Silkk...Silkk...Silkk" across the arena and Chris Green is looking
digust on the outside of the ring....Silkk looks ready to fight and Chris Green
tells Silkk to get back and Green gets back in the ring.... Blade is standing
in the ring....and you can feel the intensity of the arena building....Silkk
has a microphone and Chris Green has a microphone....Silkk speaks first before
Blade gets a chance...) Silkk: You know this contract signing thing...is something that I feel is just a way that Chris Green can weasel something onto this paper and try to fuck me over the title....So Blade...I want you to read the contract to yourself before I sign anything...Because once I beat you Chris Green.....The answers that many people have been wanting, the history of us, will now be solved!
Green: Just hold up a minute guy
and listen to what I have to say.� Its
quite simple really.� I will once again
prove that without a shadow of a doubt� I
am the best OWF world heavyweight champion of all time.� See this belt Silkk? You want it don�t you?
Well you might as well forget about it cause a loser like you wont be able to
take it from the best.� Now the contract
is on the table.� You want your chance at
this championship?? Chris Green: See Silkk, this contract is basically stating that this match will go down no matter what. I have been the champion for the longest time here in the OWF. I just got the title now! Silkk, our history that me and you have will be solved. Silkk, you couldn't even handle Shaun Stewart, so what makes you think that you can handle me in the ring? (Fans boo as they hear Chris Green and as he finished what he was saying he walks around the ring being very cocky and doesn't care about what the fans think...Silkk raises his mic in the air....and the fans get loud...and Chris Green looks around the arena, and Silkk begins to speak...) Silkk: Look at you Chris, you are in my federation, trying to run things....I see you trying to re-live your past when you was in the AsW. But what you may not notice is that this isn't the AsW this is the fuckin OwF. You look in the fuckin history books....You will see my name there...I am the backbone of this federation....and see like old times Chris, I have always been more popular than you, and of course better than you.... Green: You think I care about popularity? What has popularity gotten you? 2 BIG time losses.� You are LUCKY your getting another shot at this.� Call it a 2nd chance.� For the 2nd consecutive time though you will choke.� You will fail in front of all your precious fans.�� You call yourself the backbone of this federation? While you were the backbone ratings were in the toilet and nobody cared about the product.� I came back EARLY from my injury and look what happened.� Instant ratings.� The proof is right there in front of you.�� You also cant be better than me considering I did beat you in the past. �Silkk starts to get more upset at those comments and starts to talk as a small �Green Sucks� chant begins��
Silkk: Yes with your typical ways of interference, or just plain
cheating....But you have never beat me one on one...Think about it? You have
had Cameron Frost interfere with me, and now you got your lovers Static
interfering with me....See I believe you are worried and you are scared...Look
at the way you walk around this ring, your not comfortable yet. Tonight you
face Shyne, and guess what I know you are worried about your leg injury....and
guess what when you face me....you better believe I am going to do whatever it
takes to win! And when I do beat you for the OwF World Heavyweight
Championship....Whatever your dreams where? Your fuckin plans...All that will
go to waste...and guess what Chris Green....You will always live with what I
did to you and that is beat you! Unfortunately, I won't feel any remorse for
you, and I won't show you any respect....But Green, you got the target on your
chest...and I'm about to rip you the fuck open!
Green: Interference? I beat
you one on one in the center of the ring.�
That match may not have been for a championship, but I can show you the
footage.� Just watch how I was just 1
step ahead of you the entire match and you were beaten straight up.� My leg is 100% right now.� I am cleared for action later this evening
against that loser Shyne.� My plans? They
will come to a head at the pay per view.�
You will watch in shock as you see what happens.� You will be powerless against it.�� It is a hopeless fight for you.� You just don�t get it.� You come in with all this confidence and for
what? You have lost more than you have won.�
Your just a big mouth with nothing to back it up.� All these fans will realize this when you
choke again against me.� Blade: How about your shut up Chris Green? (The fans are going wild as Blade talks...and Silkk leans on the ropes...) Chris Green: You can't tell the world champion to shut up....I make you money man... Blade: Silkk you also quiet down.� Listen.� There is a lot of hostility here.� I notice you Green requested a regular match? What is up with that.� On the biggest stage in front of the millions!! Forget that.� Hell in a Cell it will be signed sealed and delivered!� That is the only way to solve this problem.� NO interference.� Nothing.� Only way to win is by pin or submission.� Enclosed Cell and most likely a lot of blood loss! (Fans cheer and Silkk smiles and Chris Green looks shocked from it and starts to talk...) Green: But but!! Wait�The
doctors ummm.. they didn�t clear me for a HELL IN A CELL MATCH
Silkk: Here we go again with the excuses.
Chris Green: But....But...My.. (Silkk turns around and then Green chip
blocks his leg!!!! Green now pounding on silkk� silkk though turns it around
and now they are wrestling in the ring!!! STATIC IS RUNNING DOWN TO THE RING!!!
Silkk though is fighting them all off!!!! Williams clotheslined to the outside,
Amaru now and now BLADE is helping Silkk fend off the troops� Green and Silk
are going at it man to man and Silkk is getting the best of him as Green gets
clotheslined to the outside..Blade and Silkk are in the ring as Blade tears up
the contract calling for a regular match!!!!)
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Written By Chris Green & Silkk |
Title: North American Title Match Type: Backstage Brawl Match Toxic Angel Vs. Drake Vs. Madison Divera |
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The P.A system goes off as Toxic Angel's When I come around" by Greenday 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: Well, Toxic is getting a second bite at the cherry here tonight.
Johnny V: Right�cherry.
Smokey Green: I couldn�t think of anything better. She looks in pretty good shape though, regardless of the fact that she was only around the arena for one promo this week.
Johnny V: Do you think she�s focused on OWF right now? I mean, there are millions of other feds out there�
Smokey Green: Who cares?
Johnny V: True�
�My Humps� by Black Eyed Peas hits over the PA�s sound system speakers as Madison Divera walks out from behind the curtain. She casually walks down to the ring, looking slightly unfocused as the fans cheer for her.
Johnny V: She looks like she�s in a whole other world.
Smokey Green: Well, she has big things going on in IWA�she doesn�t really need this.
Johnny V: I guess that�s true�
She climbs into the ring and her and Toxic nods to each other, showing a sign of respect. The music volume slowly lowers and the fans draw quiet.
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, with his OWF North American title around his neck.
Smokey Green: Look at Drake�no matter how many times I see him I STILL get goose-bumps�
Johnny V: Drake is definitely one of the creepiest dudes I�ve seen in a long time�but hey, he kicks ass and he does it with a unique style. That�s why the fans love him and that�s why he�s STILL our North American champion!
Drake walks through the smoke with his bag over his shoulder and stops once he is in plain view and looks out at the crowd then 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: We�re just about ready to get going now�
Johnny V: No were not! This is a backstage brawl! Why are they in the ring?
As if on que, �Can�t Deny It� by Fabolous hits over the PA speakers. Shorty walks out clutching his mic in his hand as the fans go absolutely wild. Shorty holds his arms up in the air, before signaling for his music to be cut.
Smokey Green: What�s Shorty going to say here?
Shortys music lowers as about twenty security guards storm down to the ring and surround each of the three wrestlers, separating them from each other.
Shorty: Be easy for a minute, this is necessary. You know the stipulations for the match, but the area for this match has not yet been determined. We were toying with the bar, but after Drakes actions this week, we can�t get access to it�so we came up with a solution. Don�t struggle at all, these security guards are going to take you backstage�and the stipulations of the match, as indicated to me by Blade, are as follows�
Shorty lowers his mic and reaches into his back pocket. He starts to read the list aloud�
Shorty: Firstly, the OWF North American title will be taken NOW!
The security guards in the ring hesitate as Drake sneers, daring them to take the title from around his neck.
Smokey Green: Hell, I wouldn�t wanna be in that situation�in fact, I don�t even feel safe being this close to him as it is�and we�re easily fifty yards away!
Shorty: Come on Drake�otherwise I�ll just vacate that title right here, right now.
Drake smirks, before complying with the request. He pulls the title from his head, before tossing it to one of the security guards. The security guard quickly gets out of the ring and jogs up to Shorty, handing the title to him. He places the title over his shoulder as he continues to read from the piece of paper.
Shorty: Each of you will be taken to SEPARATE areas of the arena...
The fans cheer.
Smokey Green: What?! But then how are they going to wrestle?
Johnny V: They'll run into each other, I'm sure.
Smokey Green: You're sure?
Johnny V: Well, I hope...otherwise this will be a boring as hell match...
Shorty continues reading.
Shorty: I am going to be placing this title belt somewhere in the OWF Cafe...and it is up to all of you how quickly you get to the cafe, from your positions in the arena. The FIRST one to find the title, will be the new champion.
Smokey Green: What? We're not here to play hide and seek, we want to see a match!
Johnny V: Some how I think this will be a much more brutal version of the game you played as a kid.
Smokey Green: Played as a kid? I still play that ga...I mean, yes, played as a kid. Ahem.
The security guards grab each of the superstars arms.
Shorty: Let the security guards escort each of you to your areas of the arena. Anyone who struggles WILL be fired! I mean that! So...let the games begin!
Shortys music re-hits as he heads backstage. The security guards take each of the wrestlers out of the ring and they head up the ramp. To be able to keep track on the action, three camera men follow them, one for each superstar...
Smokey Green: We're going to a quick commercial break...then we'll finally see this match getting under way!
Johnny V: It better hurry up...I'm bored outta my head here!
We cut to the OWF logo, then ehad off to our commercial break.
We return from our commercial break to our arena, where the camera is focused on the commentary table.
Smokey Green: Hello and welcome back to Tuesday Night Terror! As I'm sure you'll all know, the combatants for the next match have all been led backstage and are being taken to their separate areas of the arena.
Johnny V: I'd have been happy if they'd have just wrestled out here. This is wasting time.
Smokey Green: Well, then it'd just be an ordinary match...and you know what OWF is all about...brekaing the mould.
Johnny V: Whatever, wheres the blood Green? At last with the mould we get blood.
Smokey Green: I'm sure there will be more than enough blood for you to feast your eyes on by the time that this match has finished, Johnny.
Johnny V: There better be.
Smokey Green: I'm getting word from backstage...the match has officially begun! We're cutting backstage now...
Johnny V: FINALLY!
We cut to Drakes camera and we see that Drake has been taken to his boiler room, which he insists on being his locker room no matter which arena we travel to. Drake walks over to the wall where he has jars of strange things, like maggots, worms, saliva, dead rats and a bottle of lamb blood.
Johnny V: Well, that's quite a...varied selection...
Smokey Green: You'll say anything to compliment this guy, won't you? That is all disgusting crap!
Johnny V: Well, it gets under his opponents skin...so it obviously works.
Drake opens up his bag of tricks and places all of his jars and the bottle inside it. He then hangs it over his shoulder and heads out of his locker room door. He heads up the corridor...
We cut to Madison Divera's location, which is the OWF car park. She looks around, before peering through one of the car windows.
Smokey Green: What's Madison doing?
Johnny V: She see's something she likes, obviously.
Madison looks around, before sticking her elbow through the back window of the car. She reaches in and pulls out a baseball bat.
Smokey Green: I'm glad that isn't my car!
Johnny V: Ahh, the good old baseball bat. I always have one handy for when I'm on the road, incase someone tries to steal my car. You know how the streets are these days.
Smokey Green: It's a good deterent I guess...
Madison walks off to the double doors leading into the arena as the camera zooms out.
Smokey Green: Hey, wait a minute...Johnny, isn't that..?
Johnny V: THAT'S MY CAR! HOLY SHIT, I WAS JUST ROBBED ON LIVE TV!
The camera man peers up the corridor as we see Madison turning the corner, following the signs to the OWF Cafe.
We cut to Toxic Angels side of the arena. Toxic looks around and realises that she is in the toy department in the merchandise wing of the building.
Smokey Green: That's not fair! What's she going to find in a toy store that'll be any use against Madisons bat and Drakes...well...creepy shit?
Toxic heads towards the door, but pauses as she goes to step through them. She then walks over to a shelf and pulls out a small step ladder from along side it.
Smokey Green: They'll sell anything to kids these days, Johnny.
Johnny V: Are you an idiot or...hell, you're just an idiot. That wasn't for sale.
Toxic holds it by the legs, making it a slightly more durable weapon than the steel chair.
Johnny V: Well, with some superstars blood on there, it'll be up on ebay.com by the end of the day.
Toxic Angel heads out of the merchandise store and starts jogging through the arena.
We cut back to Drake who is already at the cafe! He peers up at the sign and gets a cocky smirk on his face. He walks in and places his bag of tricks on a table. He walks over to the counter where a young man stands with a small chefs hat. Drake looks at the chefs hat, then shrugs.
Drake: Have you seen the North American title belt?
Cafe Worker: Uhhh...you're Drake right?
Drake: Yup.
Cafe Worker: Sh-Sh-Shorty said...I'm...not allowed to...tell you...
Drake grabs the guy by the throat and pulls up him close to him.
Drake: Listen to me you little pip-squeak...you tell me or I'll break your arms and legs...and throw you into on coming traffic.
The young man whimpers as Drake stares evily into his eyes.
Smokey Green: He wouldn't!
Johnny V: I bet he would, Green...I bet he would...
Just then we hear a loud crack and Drake goes tumbling forward, pushing the young man backwards and into the coffee machine. Electricity flies and the man falls loose as Drake staggers to his feet, holding the back of his bleeding head a she turns around. CRACK! Drake is sent straight onto the counter next to the coffee machine, smashing through cups and saucers in the process. The camera turns around and we see Madison Divera clutching her baseball mat, which is now splintered at one side, ready to break in half!
Smokey Green: Holy shit, Drakes head!
Johnny V: Holy shit, my bat!
Madison Divera tosses the bat to the floor and pulls Drake to his feet. She then smashes his ehad off of the till repeatedly, before holding his head behind it. She presses a few buttons on it, until the till draw springs open...getting Drake straight in the throat! Drake rolls around on the floor, holding his throat while struggling to breathe as Madison smirks. She then begins her search of the cafe by turning over a few tables and tossing a few chairs out of her way. She walks over to a tree-type plant and starts fumbling with its leaves. She shakes her head and lets out a frustrated sigh.
Johnny V: She's losing patience...
Smokey Green: Patience is a vital part to any wrestlers lifestyle.
Johnny V: What..?
Smokey Green: I dunno, just kinda dawned on me.
Johnny V: Fair enough.
Madison then turns around and spots a step ladder placed right behind her. She tilts her head before peering at it.
Madison Divera: Hmmm. That wasn't there a second ago...
Just then Toxic Angel comes charging across the cafe and launches off of the step ladder. She gets a cross body on Madison and takes her straight through the plant and onto the floor on the other side.
Smokey Green: They were supposed to be friends!
Johnny V: There is one title and two of them, Green...and in this business, you're always friends until you're after the same prize. Look at K-Nyne and Silkk. They were two really good friends until the World title came into the picture.
Toxic and Madison roll around, punching each other and such, until Toxic quickly leaps to her feet. Madison climbs to hers before charging at Toxic. At the last second Toxic drop toe holds her, sending Madisons face crashing straight through a table.
Smokey Green: Ohhh...that HAD to hurt!
Madison lays limp as Toxic Angel stands up and surveys the damage. Toxic smirks and places her hands on ehr hips and she looks around the cafe. She walks over to the counter area and peers behind it.
Smokey Green: Where's Drake?
Johnny V: Why are you asking me? I don't know, do I?
Toxic, who didn't know Drake was there in the first place, behinds searching through the shelf under the counter, pulling out boxes of cakes, tea bags and jars of imported coffee. She lets out a frustrated groan then stands up...and she comes face to face with Drake! Toxic opens her mouth and she gasps...as Drake quickly leans in a kisses her, open mouthed! Drake pulls back as maggots are falling from Toxics mouth.
Smokey Green: Ewwwww! I don't think the french kiss was EVER intended for that!
Toxic spits the maggots out, freaking out a little. She looks up as Drake swings the bottle of blood. It shatters over her head, covering her in blood, but sending her over the counter and putting her face straight through the side of the vending machine in there.
Smokey Green: God damn...this has to be one of the worst days of her life! Drake sneaks up on her, puts maggots in her mouth, covers her in lambs blood then knocks her out!
Johnny V: I love this guys style, I really do!
Drake walks over to the area where Madison was laying. She is sitting up now, holding her bleeding head. She sees Drake coming and lays down again. Drake pulls her up and Madison low blows him.
Smokey Green: Thats a good strategy! Playing possum!
Johnny V: Is it just me, or does Drake seem to get low-blowed every week?
Smokey Green: It is effective I guess.
Madison climbs to her feet and smashes Drakes head onto one of the tables. She then jumps up and drop kicks him, sending him over the table and to the floor on the other side. Drake staggers to his feet as Madison hops up onto the table and waits. Drake turns around and Madison launches into him with a cross body...but Drake catches her! Madison wiggles, but Drake refuses to let go!
Johnny V: I think Madisons in trouble here!
Drake then falls backwards, throwing Madison over his head and through the window at the front of the cafe! Madison rolls across the corridor and hits a stack of chairs which come tumbling down on her.
Smokey Green: That has to hurt!
Drake walks over to his bag and pulls out his jar of worms. He opens the top and starts eating them, before throwing the jar over his shoulder. He heads over to the vending machine, pulling out a few coins from his pocket.
Smokey Green: This is hardly the time...
Johnny V: Hey, the guy was hungry and now he needs something to wash those worms down with! Be easy, Green!
Drake puts the money in and selects his choice. He waits for a few seconds, but nothing happens.
Smokey Green: I think Toxic Angels head may have broke the vending machine!
Drake gets pissed off and taps the side of the machine. He then draws his fist right back and puts it straight through the front of the vending machine. We hear his drink fall down.
Smokey Green: That worked, now to find the title belt.
Johnny V: Where else could it be, Green? They've looked just about everywhere!
Drake reaches down for his drink, but pauses. He pulls it out...revealing the OWF North American title belt!
Smokey Green: Drake has done it! He found the title belt and won the match!
Johnny V: And in what style! This is one of the most hardcore wrestlers we've seen in OWF in quite a while.
Smokey Green: I agree...and for that, he leaves with the title gold...
Drake headbutts the vending machine and a bottle of coke falls from the hatch. He picks it up and opens it.
Johnny V: And he gets his drink too.
Smokey Green: What a match, Johnny...what a match!
Drake hangs the title around his neck, before hopping out of the shattered cafe window. He heads up the corridor as we cut to another area backstage, for a segment.
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Written By Blade |
Title: None Match Type: Single Match Rock Bishop Vs. Michael "Silkk" Carrington |
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Rock Bishops music hits and he begins to make his way down to the ring.
Ring announcer: First to the ring, hailing from Toronto, Canada, weighing in at 260lbs, RRRRROOOOOCCCKKK BISHOOOOOPPP!
Smokey Green: The next match on the fabulous Tuesday Night Terror......is kind of a dissapointment. What the hell is Blade thinking putting some rookie in the ring against Silkk?
Johnny V: Who knows Johnny, maybe this Rock Bishop is really another secret Static wrestler. He might even be good and just forgot to cut a promo.
Smokey Green: Bullshit! I dont even like Silkk and I know he's going to kick the Bishop boy's ass. This is just one of Blade's stupid ideas to improve Silkk's confindence.
Johnny V: Blade has alot on his mind trying to deal with Static and keep this place running without Bryan Tann, but I'm sure this match is going to be worth watching.
Smokey Green: Thats a load of crap. Mark my words Johnny, Silkk is going to make Rock Bishop a human message to Chris Green and the rest of Static.
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...
Ring announcer: And his opponent, from Norman, Oklahoma, The KING of the OWF, MICHAEL "SILKK" CARRINGTON!
Johnny V: Wow, he looks pissed off, maybe it's due to what Silkk called "a waste of time" when referring to this match.
Smokey Green: Probably got his but kicked by Static in the locker room again.
Johnny V: Don't let him hear you say that.
Smokey Green: What...I'd kick his butt if he tried anything.
Johnny V: Yeah you wouldn't.
Both men square off as the bell rings. Bishop tries to lock-up with Silkk but Silkk decks him in the face. Bishop reels, and Silkks follows up with another hard right hand, knocking Bishop to the mat. Silkk kicks Bishop right in the ribs, lifting Bishop into the air of the mat by several inches. Silkk picks up Bishop and throws him into the ropes, and then delivers a powerful running knee to the stomach of Bishop, making him do a front flip and land on his back. Silkk then proceeds to stomp on Bishop's face, like he's stomping a mudhole there.
Smokey Green: Whoa, Silkk IS pissed, is that blood on Rock's face? I haven't seen a beating like this in a long time.
Johnny V: Smokey, you've never seen a beating period. You some well schooled sheltered mama's boy.
Smokey Green: And you're John Gotti right?
Blood flows from a cut above Rocks eye and Silkk picks him up and irish whips him into the corner. Bishop rockets to the corner and impacts HARD with a sickening crunch. Silkk then runs full force and shoulder rams Bishop, the whip lash sends Bishops head into the top turn buckle.
Silkk
The chant washes all through out the stadium. Thousands of fans lending support to the OWF superstar. Silkk looks over the fans and a small smile plays on his face. He takes Bishops head and start slamming it against the turn buckle. 1
Silkk then begins to irish whip a dazed Bishop to the other corner, but swings him back around into a short-arm clothesline. He picks Bishop off the mat and climbs to the top of the corner.....CORKSCREW SOMERSAULT!
Johnny V: Maybe you were right Smokey. We've yet to see ANYTHING from Rock Bishop, and Silkk seems to be on a rampage.
Smokey Green: Of course I'm right. Silkk is not letting this rookie take a breather. But you can bet Chris Green is watching this match.
Silkk gets Bishop to his feet and slaps him.....BITCH slaps him. The crowd "OOOOOHHHS" at the humilitating insult. Silkk does it again, taunting Rock Bishop. Bishop actually starts to come to, and Silkk does it a third time. Bishop yells, and rears back hitting Silkk with a full armed punch. Silkk rocks back, but doesn't move. Bishop hits another one. And another.
Johnny V: Finally. Signs of life from the rookie. Here it goes Smokey. Bishop is launching an offensive.
Punch after punch Bishop throws at Silkk, but each blow gets less of a reaction, each blow gets weaker, as Silkk turns to the rookie. Rock Bishop actually shys back from the look on Silkk's face. Silkk starts trading punches, then starts dominating, his own punches rocking Bishop back into the corner. Silkk flies into a fury and starts all out street beating in the corner. Blood is smeared all over Silkk's knuckles and Bishop's face is covered in blood, one eye swollen shut. Silkk rears back and uppercuts Bishop so hard that Bishop flies off the mat, and slumps lifelessly into the corner. Admist the roaring ocean of cheers Silkk is calling for a mic.
Johnny V: Son of a bitch, I think I saw Bishop's teeth fly over into the crowd with that Uppercut!
Smokey Green: Offensive alright Johnny, Bishop offensivly slammed his face against Silkk's fist! Did you see the amount of force in that punch. Fuck me in the ass!
Johnny V: Thats disgusting!
Smokey Green: What the hell does Silkk have to say after that?....what CAN he say after that?
The crowd is shaking the building as Silkk gets a mic. Silkk has to motion the crowd to a semebalance of silence.
Silkk: DO YOU HAVE THE FEVER MILWAUKEE!?
The crowd is deafening, no one is sitting down!
Silkk: CHRIS GREEN. STATIC. THIS IS WHY I AM KING BITCHES!
The crowd surges with energy and Silkk throws the mic out of the ring and grabs a limp Rock Bishop. He forces the dead weight on the top turn buckle, supporting it on his shoulders. Silkk then makes a finishing motion and bounces off the second turnbuckle with Bishop still on his shoulders...
Smokey Green: TOPE ROPE DRIVE BY!.....
Johnny V: WHAT A SLAM!...
Silkk explodes up and the fans erupt after a breathless moment. Bishop is not moving in the middle of the ring and Silkk walks over and places a foot on him in imitation of Amaru's cocky win last week against Mark Payne.
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Johnny V: I think Silkk sent that message you said to Chris Green, Smokey.
Smokey Green: Fuck....He sent a message to the entire OWF roster. Bring your A game, cut your damn promos, or face the punishment....
Johnny V: You STILL think you can take Silkk, I could go talk to him....
Smokey Green: Uhhhhhh......
Johnny V: I mean especially when I tell him that your related to Chris Green.
Smokey Green: But I'm not.....
Johnny V: Very convincing last name Smokey...
Smokey turns pale white and watches Silkk walk to the back, before he hurls into......*Commercial Break*
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Written By Jacen Frost |
Title: None Match Type: Steel Cage Match Chris Green Vs. Shyne |
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Smokey Green: Here comes the main event Johnny, and I think it's going to be a great one!
Johnny V: How do you figure that? I mean c'mon Syne is just...
Smokey Green: He's been a corner stone of this company Johnny V, and I think with this match tonight he's going to go to a whole new level.
Johnny V: If you say so Smokey, if you say so.
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. 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.
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Kellie Mewes: Ladies and Gentlemen introducing first, from Chicago, Illinois weighing in at 235lbs....SHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYNE!!!!
Smokey Green: And listen to the roar of this crowd! They love Shyne here in Beer Town! You know we're not that far away from Chicago Johnny.
Johnny V: Those aren't cheers Smokey Green, those are all of those drunken jack asses puking at the exact same time at the sight of this douche bag!
Smokey Green: You're a douche bag, a real douche bag.
"Thrown Away" by Vast hits over the PA as the crowd breaks into a loud chorus of boos as Chris Green steps out from the back with the OWF Title around his weist, and he looks down to the ring with a cocky smirk. He simply begins to walk down the ramp taking in the boos holding his arms up high in the air allowing everyone to see the World Title around his weist.
Johnny V: Now THAT'S a real champion Smokey Green! Check him out!
Smokey Green: That asshole is NOT the World Champion ladies and gentlemen! Its not official in the record books, and it's definately not official! That title won't be determained until the Pay Per View!
Kellie Mewes: Ladies and Gentlemen, from La Jolla, California weighing in at 230lbs CHRIS "BY GOD" GREEN!
The crowd boos loudly as Chris makes his way into the ring. Shyne defiantly stands in the corner not exiting the ring. He's staring down Green ready for the cage to be lowered and the bell to ring. As Green enters the ring, he hands the title over to the ref and the cage begins to lower dramatically as Green and Shyne simply stare each other down.
Smokey Green: Once that cage lowers, the bell will ring and then we're going to have an all out war!
Johnny V: And let me just point out before this match begins...unlike what other organizations have done...the OWF does it's Steel Cage matches OLD SCHOOL which means, there's no referee! You just have to escape the damn cage, that's it!
Smokey Green: The Outsider Wrestling Federation, bringing the edge BACK to the wrestling world!
When the cage finally lowers, the bell rings and Shyne quickly throws a hard right hand to Green. Green staggers back from the right, Shyne hits him again, this time taking him to the ropes. Shyne then irish whips him into the ropes and Green takes flight as Shyne delievers a beautiful back body drop! When Green bounces off the apron, he's back up holding his back in pain, staggering into the turnbuckle. Shyne isn't letting up as he charges Green and clotheslines him with full on intensity in the corner! Green staggers out of the corner, and Shyne simply bounces off the ropes and bulldogs Green to the mat and explodes back up pounding on his chest as the crowd pops loudly!
Smokey Green: And Shyne has struck first Johnny V! And he looks damn good! Chris Green hasn't had a match in a while, and you can see the rust!
Johnny V: Shyne's getting lucky!
Green starts to weakly make his way to his feet and Shyne pulls him up by the hair forcefully and whips him into the turnbuckle again and Shyne charges to Green again, Green simply side steps using Shyne's momentum against him, and sends chest first into the corner! Shyne bounces out of the turnbuckle holding his chest in pain before finally dropping to the mat. Green then begins to plant boots to Shyne while he's laying on the mat in pain. Green then bounces off the ropes and drops a knee to Shyne's head, and then starts to make his way to the cage door that the refs are working to open.
Smokey Green: And Chris Green is trying to leave already Johnny!
Johnny V: He's got an opprotunity to win it, go for it!
Smokey Green: He's a fucking coward!
Johnny V: WHAT?!
Just as Green is ready to exit the ring, Shyne rushes up and grabs him by his long hair and Green is yelling out LOUDLY in pain as Shyne yanks him back into the ring with nothing short of aggression. As he hauls Green back into the ring, the cage door closes and Shyne simply turns Green around to face him, and plants him with a huge inverted atomic drop! Green bounces up holding his crotch in pain. Shyne bounces off the ropes and clotheslines Chris Green to the mat with a force that can only be described as a step below natural disaster intensity! Shyne explodes up, trash talking to the fans who pop loudly in appreciation as The Underdog in the match is taking it to the former World Champion! Shyne then pulls Green back up and sends him into the ropes and ducks down. Chris Green quickly stops just in front of Shyne and kicks him right in the face! Shyne pops up holding his face in pain as he falls against the ropes, his back to Green. Green then charges in rams Shyne's head against the steel cage! Shyne falls to the mat holding his head in pain, however there's no blood. Green then moves over and drops an elbow to the small of Shyne's back. Chris Green begins to open up the offense now that he has Shyne slowed down. Chris Green simply pulls Shyne up and bodyslams him down to the mat and then drops down throwing rapid right hands to the side of Shyne's head trying to keep him slowed down, as the former Champ is starting to get that aggressive streak that he's known for. Green then lets up on Shyne as the crowd breaks into a loud chorus of boos. Shyne is on his side trying to recover from the onslaught when Green bounces off the ropes and drops a knee on Shyne's head! The crowd groans out loudly and then breaks into a loud chorus of boos as Green simply regains that cocky grin of his holding his arms up in the air. He then looks down at Shyne and plants some stiff right hands to his head before finally standing up, heading to the cage door again.
Smokey Green: And he's headed to the cage again Johnny! What a brutal display by the FORMER World Champion!
Johnny V: The CHAMP is definately showing that he's got no ring rust now, that was some vintage Chris Green right there!
Chris Green starts to make his way to the cage door, and he's just gotten to the ring steps, when the crowd pops loudly AND SHYNE HAS GREEN BY THE HAIR AGAIN!!! Chris Green has a look of misery on his face as he figured he had finally escaped the cage, but it's not to be so! Shyne pulls Green back towards the cage door, and rams Green's head into the door frame once, twice, three times! He then pulls him back into the ring and rams him head long into the steel cage!! The crowd pops loudly as Shyne, still clutching to Green's hair, runs him the full length of the ring and rams him headlong into the cage again!! He then takes him to the nearside, and rams him into the cage! AND THEN HE RAMS HIM INTO THE LAST REMAINING EDGE OF THE CAGE AND GREEN'S HEAD HAS CONNECTED WITH ALL FOUR SIDES OF THE CAGE!! Shyne, still holding Green by the hair drills him with a hard right hand, taking Green down to the mat! Blood has already started pouring from Green's head after the display and Shyne simply takes the blood on his knuckles from Green's head, and rubs the blood on his chest and pounds on it as the crowd erupts! Shyne then begins to climb the cage.
Smokey Green: Shyne has busted Green wide open! AND NOW HE'S CLIMBING FROM THE CAGE JOHNNY!
Johnny V: I can't believe this!! I JUST DON'T FUCKING BELIEVE IT! HOW CAN SHYNE BE DOING THIS! HE JUST LOST THE FULL THROTTLE TITLE DAMMIT!
Smokey Green: Because this man is READY for the Main Event Johnny V!
As Shyne makes his way up the cage, Green pulls himself up just barely. He shakes the cobwebs quickly seeing that Shyne is close togetting over the top of the cage. Green bounces off the far side ropes and rams into the cage HARD shaking the cage, and causing Shyne to lose his handle while climbing the cage. Green then starts throwing hard right hands to Shyne's midsection from behind. Shyne slips down a bit from the cage, and Green gets directly under Shyne....AND POWERBOMBS HIM FROM THE CAGE! THE CROWD IS GOING INSANE AS CHRIS GREEN OUT OF DESPERATION POWERBOMBED THE FORMER FULL THROTTLE CHAMPION OFF THE CAGE!!! Both men are layed out in the ring, Chris Green from having his brains rattled and losing blood, and Shyne from the powerbomb! However there's no referee in the ring yet to make any count of any kind. After 10, or 15 seconds, Shyne rolls over weakly as Green is trying to pull himself up to his feet using the ropes. Both men finally make it to their feet and Green drills Shyne with a hard right hand, knocking him right back down to the mat. Green then begins to stomp away on Shyne before pulling him to his feet and ramming his head HARD into the cage and letting him drop. Green then makes his way over to the turnbuckle and begins to take the turnbuckle pad from the bottom turnbuckle?!
Johnny V: What in the hell is he doing?!
Green then pulls Shyne up and sends him into the ropes with an Irish Whip very close to the turnbuckles. When Shyne comes back, Green executes a drop toe hold AND SHYNE'S HEAD IS DRILLED INTO THE EXPOSED BOTTOM TURNBUCKLE AND THE CROWD IS GOING INSANE FROM THE SHOW OF AGGRESSION FROM CHRIS GREEN!! Green is up on his feet making like he's taking a hit of weed and the crowd can't help but cheer for this intense action!
Green makes his way back over to Shyne who is now busted open pretty good also. Green throws another hard right hand to Shyne's face and sends him into the ropes and locks him into a sleeper hold! He's trying to take advantage of the fact that Shyne is blood heavily from the head by trying to choke him out! Shyne is fighting like hell to escape the sleeper hold, but Green has it locked in tighter than the lid on a pickle jar and he will not let it go! Shyne is doing everything he can to get free, but the vetern has the move locked in tight and the former FT Champ has nowhere to go! He's starting to waver as Green locks the hold in tighter, not letting Shyne go anywhere! Shyne's struggling finally starts to get weaker and weaker as Green keeps the hold locked in. Just as it looks as though Green is going to break the hold, Shyne explodes to life and starts trying to force his way to a corner! Green has the hold locked in tight....BUT SHYNE DROPS INTO THE CORNER HEAD FIRST CAUSING GREEN'S HEAD TO RAM INTO THE TOP TURNBUCKLE! The hold is broken, and Green falls flat on his back and Shyne to his knees in the corner. Both men look totally spent as this match has begun to drag on, and on, and on. Shyne weakly pulls himself to his feet trying to climb the cage again, only to have Chris Green rush up and pull him down quickly again. When he does, Shyne catches him with a hard right hand that staggers the leader of Static! Shyne drills him with another hard right hand, and another, and another...he does a little juke, and jive AND DRILLS CHRIS GREEN TO THE MAT WITH AN ALL-OR-NOTHING RIGHT HAND! Green drops to the mat holding his jaw in pain and the crowd is beginning to rally behind Shyne who is feeling it now! He then pulls Green up and plants him to the mat with a beautiful belly to belly suplexe! He then bounces off the ropes and drops a huge elbow to Green's chest. Shyne then stands up and lets out a LOUD roar to the crowd who responds in kind as Shyne climbs the turnbuckle, waiting for Green to get to his feet. Shyne takes the leap of fate....AND GREEN COUNTERS WITH A POWERSLAM!! BOTH MEN ARE AGAIN LAYED OUT IN THE RING AND NEITHER ONE LOOKS TO BE GETTING BACK UP!!
Smokey Green: OH MY GOD JOHNNY!! DID YOU SEE THAT?!
Johnny V: You're damn right I did!! SHYNE CAME FLYING OUT AT GREEN GOING FOR A CROSSBODY, AND GREEN USED SHYNE'S MOMENTUM IN A FREAK CHANCE THAT WILL PROBABLY NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN AND POWERSLAMMED HIM INTO THE MAT!! JESUS CHRIS THIS IS INTENSE!!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Both men are motionless in the ring as a ref enters the cage to begin his count. 2 3 4 5 6 7
9 1....GREEN AND SHYNE ARE BOTH GETTING TO THEIR FEET!
Smokey Green: OH MY GOD!!! I DON'T BELIEVE IT!! 'TIME TO SHYNE'!! THERE'S NO COMING BACK FROM THAT JOHNNY V!!! SHYNE CONNECTED WITH 'TIME TO SHYNE'!!!
Johnny V: You can't believe it!? YOU CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!! I THOUGHT GREEN WOULD HAVE ENDED THIS MATCH A LONG TIME AGO! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! IF SHYNE WINS THIS MATCH...HE'S DEFINATELY THE MAIN EVENTER! I didn't think it was possible, I didn't think he could do it...but dammit he's doing it!! I can't believe it! Only in the OWF!!!
Shyne starts to climb the cage slowly as the crowd pops loudly as they can taste Shyne's victory coming. As he gets to the top of the cage, the crowd explodes even louder.
Smokey Green: All he has to do now Johnny V is....Oh my...I can't belive what I'm....GREEN IS UP!!! CHRIS GREEN IS BACK UP!! HOW IN THE HELL IS HE BACK UP AFTER 'TIME TO SHYNE'!?
Johnny V: I...I HAVE NO CLUE GREEN!! BUT HE'S UP BY GOD AND THIS MATCH COULD CONTINUE IF HE CAN STOP SHYNE!
Green climbs the cage after Shyne, he drills Shyne in the back with a forearm shot to keep him from going up and over. Green is finally at the top of the cage both men standing on the edge of the cage, and right hands are being exchanged as neither man looks willing to give this match up! Green throws a right hand, Shyne throws a right hand, it's a rabid flurry of rights by both men! Shyne takes Green's head and rams it into the cage slowly him down, and is now on the other side of the cage, after stepping over the top, he's ready to exit! BUT GREEN CATCHES HIM WITH A RIGHT AND GRABS HIM BY THE WRIST AND NOW GREEN GOES OVER THE TOP!!! He's trying to climb down, but Shyne won't let him go! Shyne has him by the hair, keeping Green from being able to just drop down!! Green drills Shyne with a hard right hand, but Shyne still won't let go! Green finally throws another hard right hand to Shyne who returns the right hand to Green! The two continue their slug fest on the cage when Green drills Shyne with another hard right....yet as Shyne lets go of the cage, his outside arm catches Green around the head in a modified face lock...AND THEY BOTH FALL FROM THE CAGE THROUGH THE TIME KEEPER'S TABLE!!!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!!
Smokey Green: OH MY GOD!! THEY BOTH CAME OFF THE TOP OF THE CAGE TO THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!!! JOHNNY THAT'S GOTTA BE ALMOST 20' TO THE GROUND THROUGH A TABLE!!! AND NEITHER ONE OF THEM ARE MOVING IN THE WRECKAGE!
Johnny V: BUT WHO THE HELL WON THE MATCH SMOKEY GREEN!? WHO GOT THE WIN!?
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Written By Bryan Tann |
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Kellie Mewes and two referees are talking while EMT crews rush down to ring side to tend to Chris Green and Shyne. Kellie Mewes nods and begins to speak.
Kellie Mewes: Ladies and Gentlemen the OWF referees have reached a decision.....the match is considered a DRAW! As they BOTH came off the cage and hit the outside at the same time, this match is a draw!
Johnny V: BULLSHIT!! I WANT A CLEAR CUT WINNER DAMMIT!
Smokey Green: Johnny V, these men have fought within an inch of their lives!! OH MY GOD WHAT A MATCH!! There's no clear cut winner tonight...but I guarantee you, this is NOT the last time we'll see these two in a match!!! Oh my GOD WHAT ACTION FROM THESE TWO! For Johnny V and the rest of the OWF, I'm Smokey Green! GOOD NIGHT EVERYBODY!
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Written By Bryan Tann |
