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The OWF cameras fade in as we have "LIVE" in the upper left hand corner. There are signs all through the arena that vary from "Why Tann? Why?" and "TANN SOLD OUT!" we can even see signs that read, "Silkk Got Screwed!" and "Bring Back K-NYNE!"
Smokey Green: Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to OWF Tuesday Night Terror! We're live from the Key Arena here in Seattle, Washington! With me as always is Johnny V. And Johnny, what we saw at Retribution was unbelieveable.
Johnny V: Smokey you're right...I'm telling you I NEVER thought I'd see Chris Green and Bryan Tann on the same side again, but it happened and damn...Chris Green is the new Champ.
Smokey Green: It's sick is what it is! Bryan Tann screwed Michael Carrington and it's as simple as that! As far as I'm concerned, the referee never made it to the 10 count! It's Montreal all over again!
Johnny V: Woah, careful what you say Smokey, because it could get you in trouble!
Smokey Green: But not just Chris Green and Bryan Tann, but what about this Sean Page guy?! I mean...he ended Marcus Keene's career!
Johnny V: Hey, I'm not saying it's right...but it is what it is!
Suddenly "Ghost of Tom Joad" by Rage Against The Machine hits over the PA as Shaun Stewart, and Amaru the OWF World Tag Team Champions step out from the back with their belts around their weists with Sean Page step out from the back to a LOUD chorus of boos as the three of them make their way down to the ring. The crowd is spitting hatred at them. When the three enter the ring, the music fades out and Shaun Stewart gets on the mic.
Shaun Stewart: Hey, what's wrong? You guys pissed off that poor Shyney boy didn't get the night he planned?! Well too fucking bad! Because the events of Retribution happened the only way that they could! With the creame rising to the top! And Amaru and myself being the Tag Team Champions!
The crowd boos loudly.
Shaun Stewart: And there's nothing any of you can do or say about it! Boo if you want! Moan if you want! Cry if you want, it just doesn't matter! And there isn't 'any' tag team in this company, or on this planet that could take on Amaru and myself! Tell em big man!
The crowd boos loudly
Amaru: You see, what it all boils down to is...genetics and greatness. Shaun Stewart, myself, are the best of the best. And as Shaun said, there isn't a tag team alive TODAY that can handle what Static has to offer! Hell we proved that against Shyne and Marcus Keene, and hell thanks to our new brother at arms, Sean Page...I don't see how anyone can handle us! Tell em Sean!
When Sean Page gets the mic, he's getting booed even louder and he has a cocky smirk on his face.
Sean Page: Go ahead, boo if you want. I mean seriously, who's going to actually miss Marcus Keene anyway? We got another wannabe thug walking into this company thinking he's going to be something special, and hell he needed to have his little ship sent out to sail. Marcus Keene, as your soul burns in hell, you just remeber that while the Devil is drill you up your ass with a pitch fork, I ended your fucking career! You can try to haunt me if you want! I'll exorcise your ass and send you straight back to hell where you belong!!
Smokey Green: No respect for the dead Johnny V! None at all that asshole is disgusting!
Sean Page hands the mic back to Shaun Stewart.
Shaun Stewart: But enough from us! Let's have a standing ovation for our NEW OWF World Heavyweight Champion! Static's own, CHRIS GREEN!
Suddenly there is a drumroll... as at the foot of the ramp is a few security guards walk out... the fans all around start getting up looking towards the top of the ramp.. SUDDENLY THROWN AWAY BY VAST HITS THE FANS start immediately giving a loud chorus of boos and "you suck" Chants... Green has not come out yet though... finally amongst even more security guards CHRIS GREEN COMES OUT!!!!the boos get even louder. Green is at the foot of the ramp as he holds up the world heavyweight championship belt as streamers and balloons fall from the ceiling litering the entire arena.. Green has a big grin on his face as the music continues. Green starts to walk down to the ring as he puts the world title on his shoulder. Green steps into the ring.. and goes to each corner raising the world title high over his head.... Green has a static shirt and a pair of jeans on.. finally he is calling for the mic.. the security guards who escorted him are surrounding the ring...the mic is tossed to him.....suddenly somewhat of a silence hits as teh music ends. Green just has a big grin on his face...
Green: What the fuck is up Seattle, Washington!!!!
Fans boo even louder and a couple of fuck you chants hit...
Green: I am guessing by these chants that you respect... YOUR WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!!!!
Fans boo even louder as Silkk chants start to filter throughout the audience...
Green: Who? Who are you talking about? That loser? I beat him. I finished him. Now lets get to business here... NOW YOU SHUT UP AND LISTEN! God himself needs to talk about what is happening here...
Fans start chanting the "Green Sucks"
Green: Suck? Me? If I sucked how would I have become the world champion? Anyway. As the world knows as everyone witnessed I beat silkk for the world heavyweight championship. THE OWF TITLE. I know some of what your about to hear is going to hurt some feelings, but guess what? DEAL WITH IT. I am going to go lay it all out there so if creative control wants to cut my mic off. Wait a second? STATIC RUNS THIS SHIT. You stupid imbeciles! Everyone in the back Yes I am talking to you. Months ago we had an owner of the OWF. Lets say it was 2 owners ago. His name? Diamond Kid. Yes the biggest fag ever in this business. He was let's just say the biggest quitter I have ever seen. Worse than Silkk even and that says a lot. Excuses used to come out of his mouth like some guy's dick out of SHYNE'S mom.
Fans boo at that insult...start chanting Shyne's name
Green: You have got to be kidding me? There are SHYNE fans in Seattle? Grunge capital of the US? Guess it turned ghetto too! Now DK I hope you're watching. I hope you're sitting in your home in Detroit, Michigan. I hope you're tuned into this show and watching ME the champion of what was? KEY WORD WAS your creation. You created the OWF. You also DESTROYED the OWF over and over again. You screwed people over right and left. You basically in my eyes fucked the entire roster up the ass. You know what? FUCK YOU. Fuck everything you stand for. I challenge you to come back to YOUR CREATION. The champ is waiting. THE OWF champ that is. I am sure you will watch this look at me? Getting choked out by fucking Toby Wilks? THE BIGGEST INSULT IN MY CAREER! Well look at me now holding MY TITLE. So come back? Take a chance? I know you want to. Ok on to other things...
Small pop for speech going off on DK
Green: History took place. Everyone watched. Silkk you lost. I outsmarted you. You can be as big as you are and as tough as you can possibly be. In the end though my brains beat all of it. Silkk what happened took months of planning. You realize that you were humiliated! I made an absolute FOOL OF YOU in front of the world. Millions of people were praying for you to beat the big bad Chris Green. Look at this championship Silkk. You will NEVER have it again. You will never even have a shot at it again because there is NO REMATCH CLAUSE!!!
Green just laughs in the ring.
Green: Bryan Tann. Now lets talk about him now. What a wonderful individual first off. I call him family. Honestly Tann is the OWF and always has been. I will never forget a conversation I had with him. October 10th, 2005. Just a few weeks after my injury suffered in the Dynamo match. He came to the hospital during my rehab. He didn't just come that day, but he came many days and I realized this man was a man that deserved respect. Seriously until just a few months ago I hated Bryan Tann. Every time Chris Green and Bryan Tann were in a federation together it meant fireworks. It meant a lot of hell breaking loose. This time though was different. He came to me and respected me. He praised the accolades that I have achieved in this industry. I will honestly say though. Without Bryan Tann I would have still been retired enjoying the life in La Jolla, California in my beach house. Then came the plan. I wont go into details, but honestly people? Nobody and I mean NOBODY could come up with a plan like this. We made WRESTLING HISTORY! You fans should respect it!!! You people are such sorry bastards. I hate each and every one of you. Static. Static represents everything that is good! Bryan Tann he is not about "thugs" or "ghetto" He realized the OWF was becoming an absolute joke before Static returned. Chris Green, Sean Page, Shaun Stewart, Amaru, and now... BRYAN FUCKIN TANN. This group here? 5 people that no matter how hard you try no matter what you do we are simply going to be better. I dare everyone in that OWF locker room to step up? Silkk tried. HE FAILED. Shyne tried and what happened? Beaten to a fucking pulp. You tell me? Who is left? WE have the OWF world heavyweight champion, the world tag team champions. Soon the North American Title will be Static property. Deal with the fact that all this happens for a reason.
Green paces a bit and then holds up the world title
Green: This here? I dedicate it to Static. The best family I have ever had…this here? I dedicate most of all to. BRYAN TANN! So without any further delay. For the first time since Retribution. I introduce to you a man who is without a doubt the greatest owner in wrestling history. Someone who holds a special part of my heart. The baddest motha fucka EVER!!! To me? Static's newest and most surprising Addition.. BRYAN TANN!!!! HAILING FROM STEELER COUNTRY I MIGHT ADD!!!
The arena is suddenly bathed in red and the crowd breaks into a LOUD chorus of boos as we hear over the PA
"Walk" by Pantera hits the PA as the Seattle crowd begins to boo even louder as the 50% owner of the OWF, and OWF Living Legend, "The Loose Cannon" Bryan Tann steps out from the back. He's wearing his usual dark sunglasses, an authentic Jerome Bettis Super Bowl jersey, a 'Pittsburgh Steelers: Super Bowl XL Champions' hat, black jeans, and black and gold Timberlands. The crowd is going nuts with hatred as Tann makes his way down the ramp. The members of Static are doing a bow as if to say "We're not worthy!". Tann enters the ring and hugs Chris Green and shakes hands with Sean Page, Amaru, and Shaun Stewart. Green then hands Tann the mic as the crowd begins to chant "STEELERS SUCK! STEELERS SUCK! STEELERS SUCK!" Tann simply gets a cocky smirk as he lowers his sunglasses.
Tann: You know that's funny, because back in Pittsburgh we say THE EXACT SAME THING about your piece of shit Seahawks, AS WELL AS YOUR PIECE OF SHIT TOWN!
The crowd boos loudly.
Tann: I bet it makes you fuckers REAL pissed off that EVERY SINGLE STARBUCKS IN PITTSBURGH, was sporting black and gold huh?!
Tann and the members of Static begin to laugh as the crowd almost rocks the arena with their hatred.
Tann: Before I get to why I'm even out here in front of you people,let me just say this. You people are the biggest crybabies on the planet this side of ANYWHERE! You sit there and piss and you moan about being screwed?!Keep bawlin bitches, because in the end, WE GOT 1 FOR THE THUMB WHILE YOU FUCK NUTS ARE STILL FISHING FOR ONE!
The crowd boos even louder.
Tann: You suck asses proved me right February 5th. Seattle, Washington is THE BIGGEST DAMN CHOKETOWN on the planet EARTH! This whole city is worse than the Buffalo Bills, and EVERY SINGLE NEW YORK TEAM MINUS THE YANKEES! You people had Ken Griffey Jr, and The Big Unit himself Randy Johnson, AND YOU COULDN'T WIN A WORLD SERIES! Hell you could BARELY stay in the playoffs! You had the top record in baseball, and you couldn't even PISS past the playoffs! You had 'The Glove' Gary Payton, and Shawn Kemp, and you couldn't get past the Chicago Bulls! Hell, back in the day you couldn't even get past the Denver Nuggets back when they sucked worse than they do now! And now, we go to the Super Bowl. You had the top record in the NFC, and you couldn't beat a 6th seed. You didn't get screwed, YOU JUST PLAIN FUCKING SUCK! Hell, the only thing Seattle will EVER be known for is Starbucks and Nirvana! And since Kurt Cobain is less than a pile of worm food right now, guess the coffee shop is all you got!!
Smokey Green: THAT WAS UNCALLED FOR! WHAT A BASTARD!! I CAN'T BELIEVE HE JUST SAID THAT!
Johnny V: Hell, even I have to say that was horrible. That was fucking low!
The crowd begins to go insane with hatred as they boo loudly starting to throw trash at the ring.
Tann: NOW, onto REAL business. Obviously the entire world saw Retribution. Because it's been the talk of the wrestling world EVEN MORE than it was leading in. Hell, by the preliminary buyrates, damn near everyone in AMERICA, Canada, and Europe saw Retribution because it was just that damn great of a show! And the lead stories that tie hand in hand are "Chris Green captures his 5th World Title" and "Why Bryan? Why?" and I have to say I LOVE IT! I love it, ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT when a plan is carried out to fruitation!
I told you Silkk, right after I took that chair shot for you? I TOLD YOU that pay back's are a bitch. Well how's it feel mother fucker?! HOW'S IT FEEL?! How'd that Tannmissionplex strike you? HOW'S IT FEEL TO COME UP A LOSER AGAIN!? I fucking risked MY LIFE to come to that ring to help you and Shyne! And what did I get in return? NOTHING BUT DISRESPECT! No gratitude, no NOTHING! No 'Wow, we've hated each other for years! But you came down and you backed me up Tann! That was big of you!', none of that. What did you do? You went on TV and you talked shit on me, you talked shit on my wife, and you just decide to strut around MY company like you were being casted in the remake of The Rocky Horror Picture Show with your faggot ass! Well guess what Silkk? HOW DOES IT FEEL?! Because on Sunday Night, you were not just Static's bitch, BUT YOU WERE "THE LOOSE CANNON'S" BITCH!
The crowd begins booting loudly.
Smokey Green: Yeah right he was your bitch?! You screwed him out of his rightful title you bastard!
Tann:
And fuck you people too! Because I busted MY ASS FOR ALL OF YOU FOR DAMN NEAR 10 YEARS! I lost time with my children, I've missed birthdays, holidays, funerals, EVERYTHING because I dedicated myself to entertaining you people and what did I get?! NOTHING! FROM ANY OF YOU! I lost my career, so I decided to take a financial risk and purchase this company to keep it from closing, FOR YOU FANS! And what did I get?! Nothing! No 'get well Tann!' or 'We appreciate you Tann!' NOTHING! You people, like Michael Carrington are NOTHING BUT A BUNCH OF FUCKING USERS! You think that your shit don't stink and everyone is just here to serve you! WELL FUCK YOU PEOPLE, AND FUCK YOU CARRINGTON BECAUSE THIS IS THE REAL FUCKING WORLD! AND YOU ALWAYS PAY WHAT YOU OWE! Because something you fail to remember Silkk; I HIRED YOU WHEN NO ONE ELSE WOULD! Hell, even that lame ass company that deals with "All Stars" wouldn't have you, and their talent roster is dwindling worse than your career if that's possible! All they have is a washed up Sonny Lightning, and a returning Dominator! You'd think a piece of shit like you would learn some gratitude. I kept food on your table Silkk, and you decided you wanted to bite the hand that fed you. Well, it was time to learned a lesson boy.
The crowd begins to chant "You Screw Silkk! You screwed Silkk!"
Smokey Green: That's it right there! He screwed Silkk! I swear what a damn crybaby!
Johnny V: Well, I can see where he'd be coming from...he has made alot of sacrifices but...
Smokey Green: But it gives him no right to do this Johnny!
Tann: Oh now, wait, wait, wait, wait, WAIT A GODDAMN MINUTE HERE! I didn't "SCREW" anyone but my gorgeous wife Melissa last night!
The crowd boos louder.
Tann: Bryan Tann didn't screw Silkk! Hell, Silkk didn't even screw Silkk. Do you want to know who screwed Silkk?! EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU THAT HAD THE NERVE TO CHEER FOR HIM! THAT'S WHO SCREWED SILKK! Because if you people wouldn't have started to build up his confidence, if you wouldn't have made him BELIEVE that he could actually accomplish something in this company, then this NEVER would have happened! Chris Green would have been champion a LONG time ago, and Silkk would have just packed his bags and ran away from this organization as he's done in EVERY SINGLE ORGANIZATION THAT HE'S EVER BEEN IN, IN HIS ENTIRE PATHETIC CAREER! You people gave him a false sense of security, you fed into his delusions, and for that you are the WORSE human beings on the face of the planet. HOW DARE YOU MAKE SHIT THINK IT'S GOLD!
Smokey Green: Can you believe that arrogant prick?!
Johnny V: I am totally at a loss right now!
The hatred from the crowd is oozing.
Tann: I swear when I was watching the press conference, I wished I could dive through the TV and choke you out right then and there! Rookies look up to you? That's a bigger joke than you thinking that you're ACTUALLY World Title material! NOBODY looks up to you Silkk! You're a glorified LOSER, a wannabe! You're not even a hasbeen because YOU'RE A NEVER WAS! Your a legend in your own mind, and overrated AT BEST! Hell you broke into this business before I did, and my accomplishments in this business eclipse your's by ten-fucking-fold! I am known as one of the toughest sons of bitches to EVER step into the ring, but when people mention you it's "Michael Who?" NOBODY GIVES A FLYING FROG FUCK ON A FROSTY FRIDAY MORNING ABOUT YOU SILKK! NOBODY! Hell, the only thing I learned from you back in the old days of the Kliq is how to run away crying instead of standing tall, kicking ass, and taking names. When I finally got your bullshit out of my system, my star went higher than you can possibly imagine. That's why I am the man I am today, and you're NOTHING. And I proved that at the Pay Per View! Because you see Silkk, just as ALWAYS you've got the facts so twisted to shit. Hell your delusions of grandure are only true in that warped piece of shit of a rock you call a head.
You see in UKW, I beat the shit out of you fair and square. There was no "conspiracy against Silkk", hell nobody even gave a shit about you in the UKW! You were barely a blip on the radar! It was a simple fact of the matter that you just couldn't cut the mustard, plain and fucking SIMPLE. But see, you prove time and time again how you can't just take a loss. You think you're so mighty, like you're some god, that you just can't man up and admit defeat. I may not have agreed with the losses I've taken in my career, BUT I ADMIT TO EVERY SINGLE ONE! When was the last time you admitted that you lost? Instead of just accepting the loss and using it as motivation to get better, you come up with a thousand and one excuses as to how you were screwed and how you didn't really lose, that someone was out to get you. Hell you must smoke more pot than every mother fucker in this ring, because you sure are a paranoid little cunt aren't you?! I swear, mother fucker got more excuses than a nig...well...a YOU going to jail!
You see Silkk, the UKW backed Bryan Tann because Bryan Tann is a winner! The name Bryan Tann is GOLD in this business. Just like the name Michael Carrington means SHIT! And the UKW folded once I CHOSE TO LEAVE THAT RINKY DINK PIECE OF SHIT OF A COMPANY to return home, to the OWF. So once again Silkk, if you want to try to trash talk? You may want to do your homework instead of shooting off at the mouth half cocked. Because once again, without trying, I have made you look like a bigger chump than ANYONE thought possible. I have NEVER in my career...well except in the past few months, tried to manipulate ANYTHING for my own game. I have always done things straight and to the point because that's the kind of man that I am. And trust me Mike, I already faced you one on one and you lost, plain and simple. I took a cheese grater to your head, and I simply beat the every loving shit out of you. So quit your complaining, because that's just the way it is. So take your "respect" and cram it up your worthless ass Carrington, because the last thing I would EVER want is respect from a loser like you! EVEN RETIRED I am a better talent than you. I have more talent in one fucking pubic hair than you've got in your entire worthless fucking body! So take your little threats towards myself, and my wife and save them for someone that you can actually phase, because Silkk the bottomline is, on my WORSE DAY I am still head and shoulders superior to you. I've proved that I'm a better wrestler than you, and I've proved just how much smarter I am than you! Hell I proved it at Retribution!
How did I prove it? Hell son, I have been pulling strings for over two months now! I had EVERY SINGLE THING TAKEN AWAY FROM YOU IN ONE NIGHT! Would Chris Green have shown up in this company again if it wasnt' for me? NO! Would Static have come into this company without me putting my name on the dotted line?! NEVER! Would Sean Page be here if I wouldn't have offered him a contract? Nope! I gave Sean Page his mission at Retribution and he carried it out TO THE 'T'! I said "Take that piece of shit Marcus Keene out!" and him, Amaru, and Shaun Stewart got the job done, unlike you Carrington. I ended your little brother's career, and it couldn't have ended sooner! And Madison Divera?!
Tann just laughed
Smokey Green: Oh no...
Tann: I'm the one that called the Funny Farm and said that one of the members of my roster seemed emotionally unstable. The end result?! I got her slutty ass dragged out of this company with a needle in her arm, a straight jacket around her body, and her ass KICKED thanks to Miss Meagan Roy, and Mr. Bobby Midnight. I took Madison Divera away from you! And then, in the end, I MADE SURE THAT YOU WOULD NOT CAPTURE THE OWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE! IN ONE NIGHT SILKK, I ROBBED YOU OF EVERYTHING THAT YOU HELD DEAR! For the simple fact that you needed to be taught the lesson that you are NOT King Shit of this company. Hell, you're barely a fucking jester! I've got Shyne to fill that role!
The members of Static get a laugh out of that as the crowd boos even louder.
Tann: And with the state of the OWF roster, with pieces of shit like Shyne, and Silkk on the roster, I knew that I needed to bring people into this company that embodied the OWF as I did. I needed men that had the spirit of the OWF in their hearts. Chris Green, Amaru, Shaun Stewart, were the perfect matches. I bleed the Outsider Wrestling Federation Carrington. I EMBODY THE FUCKING OUTSIDER WRESTLING FEDERATION! You were just a piece of shit that was in it. You were NEVER in the OWF Hall of Fame despite what you'd want us all to believe. Me? I was enshrined while I was still an active competitor. That goes to show just how much of a damn star I REALLY AM! And no matter how hard you try, no matter what you do, you will NEVER embody what this fine company is all about!
The crowd begins to chant "FUCK YOU TANN! FUCK YOU TANN! FUCK YOU TANN!"
Smokey Green: That sums it up right there!
Tann: Yeah? Well fuck all of you too! NOW, Silkk, in the end you will NEVER be champion of the OWF. Diamond Kid may have put that title on you, but his era has passed. HIS TIME IS OVER, and in MY OWF YOU WILL NEVER BE ANYTHING MORE THAN A MIDCARDER'S MIDCARDER! YOU'RE NOTHING! A NOBODY, A FUCKING LOSER! AND JUST LIKE I RAN YOUR ASS OUT OF THE UKW, I WILL RUN YOU OUT OF MY OUTSIDER WRESTLING FEDERATION!!
And as for you Shyne? You tryin to get tough? Are you REALLY trying to grow a pair of balls? Let me tell you somethin you little cunt faced jack ass, you'd better put that little bit rage out of your head and realize just who the hell I am. I'm not just some punk that came off the streets, and decided I was going to be an owner. Oh hell no boy! I have been in this business for 10 fucking years beating the shit out of lop sided retarded mother fuckers like you FOR EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THOSE 10! You see Shyne, mother fuckers like you are a dime-a-fucking-dozen! Some mother fucker that thinks he's more than he is, comin straight out of the hood, thinking he's the top dawg. A mother fucker thinkin that because he holds a title, he's tough as hell? BITCH YOU AIN'T SHIT BUT FLAVOR OF THE WEEK! And believe you me, if I wouldn't have signed you to the OWF where would you be? Out on the highway cleaning a mother fucker's windshield for a lousy 50 cents a pop! That title you wear around your weist? I MADE THAT FUCKING BELT FAMOUS! If it wasn't for me taking bumps, and performing the top spots for this company, YOUR PUNK ASS WOULDN'T HAVE A POT TO PISS IN, OR A FUCKIN WINDOW TO THROW IT OUT OF! Now don't get yourself fucked up tryin to be Billy McBadass for your girl Sara. Because I'll tell you somethin right now boy, I'll beat the shit out of you everyday of the fucking week, and 20 times on Sunday, then I'll take your girl, put her on the fuckin corner RIGHT WHERE SHE FUCKING BELONGS!
The crowd boos loudly
Tann: Paul Heyman thinks he can shoot huh? Well he ain't got shit on what I'm about to do! You want to try and talk shit on ME Shyne? Meanwhile you're about the biggest bitch on this roster to date! Hell you win a few matches and all of a sudden you're big time? Bitch Insomnia, General Shivers? THAT DONT' COUNT! Because NEITHER of those mother fuckers are even mopping floors in this company anymore! The only mother fucker in this company or on this ROSTER that thinks that you're ready for the Main Event, is YOU Shyne. And that is just plain fucking fact! Hell I'm almost sorry to have even BROUGHT YOU INTO THIS COMPANY! Because Lord knows the bigger your head gets, a bigger pain in the ass you become! In the end Shyne, everything that I said about Silkk? Goes double, no triple, no fuck that QUADFUCKINGDRUPLE for you! All you were when you walked into this company was an irritating fucking follower, and all you are now is an irritating follower. The only difference? Is that NOW you think you're Main Event. You think you're big time. Well you know somethin Shyne? Soon enough, you're going to learn that you're lower than shit on this roster, and the only reason you even have that North American Title NEAR your fucking body is because Drake had prior commitments in Japan that he needed time off for. NOW THAT'S THE FUCKING TRUTH! And as far as you turning down Vince McMahon to work for the OWF? Bitch please, you turned down Vince McMahon because you knew that you wouldn't even be on Heat, Velocity, or Raw AM! The only reason why you came to the OWF is because you figured since our roster was thin, you'd be World Champion by now. Well guess what? That hasn't happened, and as long as this is MY company, IT WILL NEVER FUCKING HAPPEN! You want to sit there and quote 50 Cent like you're some real thug? Bitch 50 Cent IS a fucking corporate sell out! I didn't sell jack shit, I'm just being Bryan Tann. I do what I want, when I want, how I want. And nobody, and I mean NOBODY can or will stop me. And if I were you, I would ESPECIALLY watch my step because I will fire your bitch ass and you'll be back in that shit hole cardboard box in Chicago where you were spawned from. Your end is coming Shyne, soon. REAL fucking soon.
And that shit goes to the rest of you Mother Fuckers that think you're going to do something against Static. BE PREPARED!!! Because WE ARE!
Smokey Green: I...I just can't believe this. I really and truely cannot. I mean...this is just...I am at a loss!
Johnny V: I have to say, this was without a doubt the biggest swerve in wrestling since Hulk Hogan joined the New World Order! Bryan Tann and Chris Green have HATED each other for years! And to see them embracing in celebration is just...its unreal!
Smokey Green: It's a dark day in the wrestling industry and in the Outsider Wrestling Federation I can tell you that!
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Title: None Match Type: Singles Debut Match Angel of Death vs. Plague |
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The lights go out as "Gods of Thunder" by Kiss starts to play. The Angel of Death starts to slowly walk down to the ring while the audience boos him. He climbs on to the ring steps as the lights go back on. AOD then climbs over the top rope and enters the ring. Johnny V: Time for the first match of the night! Smokey Green: Yes sir! These two apparently have some history beyond OWF, and they're not exactly friends. The entire arena goes black. "Down with the Sickness" by Disturbed is heard through the PA, causing a chorus of jeers from the crowd. The words, "The Plague Has Struck" are seen one at a time on the screen. The pyros go off illuminating the entire arena. Plague is seen standing at the end of the ramp with his head down and a guitar is strapped on and held in his right hand. He makes his way down to the ring. He climbs to the top rope of his corner and throws his hands out. Smokey Green: This should be good, but AOD has a great size advantage over Plague! Johnny V: Then, would it be fair to assume that Plague has a great SPEED advantage? HMMMMM?Smokey Green: Shut up. Plague and AOD stare each other down, waiting for the bell to ring. Before it can, though, "California Love" by Tupac and Dr. Dre blare over the speakers! The crowd jumps to its feet as Greg Jackson makes his way down the aisle! Both AOD and Plague take their eyes off one another and glare at Greg, not amused by his presence at all! Johnny V: What's he doing here?! Smokey Green: If I had to guess, I'd say he's joining us for commentary! Johnny V: Well he's not welcome! Greg takes a seat besides Smokey Green and puts on a headset. His music stops and the bell rings.Greg Jackson: Hey guys. Hope ya don't mind! Johnny V: As a matter of fact, we do! Greg Jackson: That's a shame. AOD and Plague lock up in the center of the ring, but AOD shoves Plague to the mat, showing off his superior strength. Plague quickly gets back up on one knee, taking his time to reach his feet. They go for another lock up, but Plague kicks AOD in the gut. He then tries to whip AOD into the ropes, but AOD simply pulls Plague into a short arm clothesline! AOD goes to drop an elbow on the fallen Plague, but he moves out of the way. Both men get back to their feet and Plague hits a dropkick on AOD, which doesn't knock him down. Johnny V: Nice dropkick by Plague. Greg Jackson: Are you kidding me? That was a terrible dropkick!Smokey Green: Let's be fair Greg... that was a nice dropkick. Greg Jackson: I admit NOTHING! Plague runs back against the ropes and flies at AOD with a cross body block, but in one motion, AOD catches and powerslams him into the mat! He holds on for a pin! 1...2... kickout.AOD scoops Plague off the mat and leads him into a corner. AOD then repeatedly drives his shoulders into Plague's midsection. Johnny V: Greg, why did you even come out here? Greg Jackson: You heard those people booing those guys! I came out here to give them something to cheer about! Smokey Green: And? Greg Jackson: And... ... ...ok. And MAYBE I came out here to beat the Satan out of Plague! Johnny V: HEY! This is gonna be a good match! Don't you ruin it!Greg Jackson: Don't worry John-o! I'm gonna do that AFTER the match! After all, I hate AOD too! One of these guys is gonna lose... I can't wait! AOD perches Plague up on the top rope and he follows him up. Plague, however, punches him many times until AOD stumbles down. Plague then grabs his head and plants AOD with a tornado DDT! He pins AOD! 1...2... kickout! AOD gets up on both knees as Plague stomps him. Plague then runs full speed into the ropes and delivers a VICIOUS running dropkick to the face of AOD! AOD leans back on both knees and appears to be in a daze, but doesn't fall over. Plague then runs to the other side of the ropes and rebounds behind AOD, and nails him with a flipping face plant! Plague pins him again!1...2...2 1/2! Kickout! Johnny V: Almost had him! Smokey Green: What speed! Even you gotta be impressed with that Greg! He might be faster than you! Greg Jackson: Hold up now! He is NOT faster then me! He just LOOKS fast in there because he's fighting that slow ass NEANDERTHAL named AOD! That's all! AOD is forced to his feet by Plague, and then Plague whips him into the ropes, only for AOD to reverse it, sending Plague running. Plague bounces back and is driven down to the canvas by a spinebuster from AOD! Plague is down, and AOD isn't quick to get up. Smokey Green: Greg, I understand you were know of these superstars and their respective stables, Dark Forces and Hells Fire. Care to enlighten us on what their problem with each other is?Greg Jackson: Sure. Let me assure you the full story is long and boring. So here's the short version. Basically, once upon a time, Dark Forces ordered seven female virgins from Slovakia. They were gonna sacrifice them at some devil worshipping ceremony. Anyway, Fed-Ex came to the arena with the virgins, what happens? Hells fucking Fire shows up and signs for the virgins instead! And they didn't even sacrifice them! They just forced them into some gothic prostitution ring. Needless to say, Dark Forces was PISSED! They had to sacrifice a male virgin instead, I hear. In any case, the feud has only gotten more ridiculous and boring since then. The End. Johnny V: I don't think that's how it happened. AOD is on his feet now and he grabs Plague by the throat off the ground! He lifts Plague up and hits him with a "Lights Out" choke slam! Plague is motionless on the ground as AOD signals for the end! Johnny V: This could be it!Smokey Green: Yeah, if AOD hits Hells Fury, it's over! AOD lifts Plague off the mat and picks him up on his shoulders. Plague, however, slides down AOD's back and moves back a few steps. AOD turns around and he gets clocked by a superkick which Plague calls "the Vaccine." Plague pins AOD! 1...2... 2 1/2! Kickout! Smokey Green: WOW! What a momentum shift! Greg Jackson: This guy Plague isn't that great. I can't believe he hasn't beaten AOD yet! Johnny V: Yeah, I mean, at Retribution, Plague beat you MUCH quicker.Greg Jackson: I don't know what you're talking about. You must be thinking of someone else. Plague climbs up to the top rope and wastes no time at all, crashing down on AOD with a guillotine leg drop! Plague is pumped now, going over to AOD's legs and attempting the Deathlock, a modified sharpshooter. AOD, however uses his legs and pushes Plague back into the corner, with Plague hitting his head hard against the turnbuckle, stunning him for a moment. AOD makes his way to his feet while Plague recovers. AOD is back to his feet, snapping his head back looking pumped, and pissed off. Plague is back to his feet and throws a right hand, and AOD blocks it and hits him with a hard right hand of his own! He then grabs Plague and drills him with a massive headbutt causing a sick thud to ring through the arena! When Plague makes his way up, AOD hits him with a clubbing forearm across the back. He then grabs Plague and sends him into the ropes and drills him in the face with a big boot! The crowd is actually starting to pop as AOD gives the sign for a chokeslam!
Smokey Green: THIS COULD BE IT!!
When Plague makes his way to his feet, AOD wraps his massive hand around Plague's throat, and Plague's eyes WIDEN in shock as AOD hoists him up HIGH in the air showing his massive strength by holding Plague high in the air!!! Just as AOD is about to bring Plague down to the mat, Plague reaches into his tights, and slips on some brass knuckles and drills AOD in the side of the head with the brass knuckles causing AOD to drop him to the mat! The ref signals for the bell after Plague pulls out the forein object! The bell is ringing rapidly as the Plague starts to hit AOD with rights! AOD is finally layed out as Plague stands in the ring celebrating!
Winner by Disqualification: The Angel Of Death
Smokey Green: THAT SON OF A BITCH! THE ANGEL OF DEATH HAD THIS MATCH WON!!!
Johnny V: Hey, AOD is too big for all of that...do what you can!
AOD suddenly sits up glaring at Plague who doesn't realize that the Angel of Death is up yet! When Plague finally turns around, his eyes WIDEN seeing AOD standing and glaring at him!
Greg Jackson: Well that match sure was something! Both men worked very hard, and deserve the rest of the night off! Not Plague though, I'm going to hurt him. THEN he can have the night off! Greg bolts from the commentary booth and jumps up on the ring apron, causing the fans to cheer wildly. Greg climbs the top rope, all the while, Plague has his back turned, not noticing Greg. AOD has a smirk on his face seeing Greg Jackson perched on the turnbuckle and simple backs up, and steps over the top rope exiting the ring!! Greg waits patiently until Plague turns around. The moment he does, Greg leaps off the top rope, hitting a flipping neck breaker on Plague. This move is better known as the BlackJack! Greg forces Plague to his feet, grabs him by his head, and tosses Plague over the top rope. Greg smirks as he reaches outside for a microphone. Greg Jackson: You got me a week ago, and this week I got you. We're even, right? ...WRONG! Plague, I've only just begun to get you back for ruining my big comeback! I won't let up! Not next week, not the week after that, not until I've beaten you for what you did to me! Hells Fire can't help you! You got that? Now get outta here! In case you didn't notice, these people are waiting to see Greg Jackson in action! And you're blocking the entranceway for BloodLush the scary vampire! Plague gives a sinister stare towards Greg Jackson as he walks up the ramp, mouthing off all the way. Greg hands the mic back and he tests the ropes, awaiting his opponent. |
Written By Brett & Tann |
Title: None Match Type: Singles Debut Match Bobby Midnight vs. Greg Jackson |
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Greg Jackson is standing in the ring waiting anxiously for Bobby Midnight to get to the ring when suddenly The lights go out and cover the arena in complete darkness as "Fatal" by RZA hits. Just as the beat of the song picks up a single red light shines down up the stage revealing "Bloodlust". He looks out toward the silent crowd and smiles revealing a pair of four pearly white fangs, before heading to the ring. He slides into the ring and jumps up to the top turnbuckle looking out at the fans almost as if choosing his prey. As soon as Midnight enters the ring, Greg Jackson is all over him with rights and lefts showing no mercy as he's pumped up for his in ring return to OWF Network TV!
Smokey Green: Jackson wasting no time on Midknight!
Johnny V: From what we saw of him at Retribution, Jackson had better be serious!
As Jackson throws rights and lefts at Midnight, Midnight just looks at him with a sick smile. The little bit of blood on his lip, he just licks off. Greg backs away, his eyes WIDE in terror as he backs up. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a crucifix?
Johnny V: Uh...what the hell?
Smokey Green: ~laughing~ I guess Greg Jackson really thinks Midnight is a vampire!
Johnny V: So...he's got a crucifix in his pocket huh? Wow...at least he's prepared. You think Midnight likes eating Boy Scouts?
Smokey Green: Why do you ask?
Johnny V: Because Jackson is prepared like one.
Midnight just slaps the crucifix out of Jackson's hand and Greg drops to his knees hugging Midnight's legs as if begging him not to hurt him. His sobbing can be heard loudly from the ring as Midnight looks to the ref unable to figure out what the hell is going on. The ref just shrugs as if to say 'I don't know.'. Midnight finally just drills Greg Jackson with a forearm to the back and Jackson falls flat on his face after the shot. Midnight then stomps on Jackson's back and Greg Jackson yells out in pain and curls up in the fetal position! Midnight looks down to Jackson once again with a surprised expression on his face. He reaches down to grab Jackson by the hair, and Jackson quickly explodes up with a right hand! He stands up and pulls out a little vial of water!
Smokey Green: What in the hell does he have now?! Is that water?
Johnny V: Oh boy...
Midnight looks to Jackson kind of surprised, and Greg Jackson throws the water into Midnight's face! He holds up the vial, and it has a little cross on it. IT WAS HOLY WATER! Greg Jackson has a confident look on his face, and Midnight just looks at him angrily and Jackson's eyes widen in terror as he rushes at Midnight throwing rights like a madman, like a cornered, frightened animal! He bulls Bobby Midnight into the corner throwing rights and lefts. Midnight finally blocks a shot and hits Greg Jackson with a throat thrust that causes Jackson to stagger back. Midnight then charges out of the corner and clotheslines Greg Jackson, almost literally taking him inside out! Midnight then pulls Jackson up, who drops right back down to the mat. Midnight pulls him back up again and sends him into the ropes and delievers a backbody drop with AMAZING elevation and sends Jackson crashing to the mat!
Smokey Green: OH MY GOD WHAT ELEVATION JOHNNY!
Johnny V: Well, we'd been getting a pretty nice laugh out of Greg Jackson's antics, but looks like Bobby Midnight isn't playing any games!
Greg Jackson clutches at his back in pain as Bobby Midnight waits for Jackson to get to his feet. When he does, Midnight bounces off the ropes AND DELIEVERS A RUNNING LEG LARIAT THAT ALMOST SENDS GREG JACKSON'S HEAD INTO THE NEXT ZIP CODE! Midnight then pulls him up, setting him up for something...BUT JACKSON EXPLODES WITH A SUPER KICK OUT OF NOWHERE!!! But Jackson is banged up from the attack from Bobby Midnight, and can't capitalize!
Smokey Green: What a Super Kick! Greg Jackson pulled that move out of nowhere!
Johnny V: Well that's the thing about Greg Jackson. He's a funny guy, and he can be a bit of a pussy, but he can get the job done when he needs to!
Jackson mount pounches Midknight, punching him hard to the face, he picks up Bobby, and drags him to the turnbuckle, he then proceeds to stomp down Bobby in the corner, each stomp getting a count from the crowd, 10 stomps later, the ref taps Jackson on the shoulder, then stomps the last kick. Jackson backs off, and looks pissed off as he mouths off to the fans who are loving every second. Midknight is slumped in the corner, as Jackson approaches, Midknight asks for a timeout, Jackson just laughs, he picks up Midknight and whips to the other corner, Midknight reverses the whip, Jackson hits the corner, bounces straight off and nails Midknight with a clothesline. He pins 1..2.. Jackson picks up Midknight, he sends him to the ropes, he misses a clothesline, misses a back chop, then on the 3rd return, Jackson hits the Lou Thez Press!! Fist and Fire punches on Midknight, Jackson backs off, runs against the ropes, and nails the elbow! Greg Jackson is starting to roll now!
Johnny V: See what I mean Smokey?! Jackson is business now!
Smokey Green: Plus, you get someone scared enough...they'll dig deep.
Midnight rolls over near the ropes, Jackson follows, but Midnight grabs Jackson and throws him out of the ring, Jackson lands awkwardly on his leg, and falls down holding his knee. Midnight rolls out of the ring, and stomps Jackson's knee. Midnight picks up Jackson by the knee and drops him down onto the steel steps knee first. He repeats this twice, OWR REF is nearing 10, Midnight rolls in and out to stop the count. Midnight picks up Jackson and puts him in the ring, Midnight stays outside, and holds the leg of Jackson, Midnight wraps the knee around the ring post, as Jackson screams in pain! Midnight gets in the ring, and covers 1..2... Midnight has a go at OWR REF, then turns back to Jackson. Midknight grabs both legs of Greg Jackson, looking to lock on the Boston Crab, but Jackson is near the ropes and holds on. Midnight walks over to the opposite turnbuckle and takes of the ring pad, the referee then walks over to sort it out. Midnight then unwraps his wrist tape, and strangles Greg Jackson!
Smokey Green: THAT SON OF A BITCH! THIS ISN'T RIGHT!! He showed what kind of underhanded bastard he was at Retribution, NOW LOOK AT HIM!
Johnny V: Hey, Jackson is stepping the intensity up, and Midnight is responding in kind! It's nothing personal!
Midnight releases the strangle as OWF REF turns around. Midnight starts to taunt the crowd, as the packed arena boos Midnight, as he loves every second. Midnight picks up Jackson, hooks up a suplex and drives Jackson hard to the mat. Midnight looks towards the ropes, he calls for OWF REF to move, Midknight runs to the ropes, and springs off to nail a Lionsault!! But Jackson puts his knees up in the way! Midnight lands hard, and rolls around holding his chest, but Jackson hurt his knees in the process. The ref starts the 10 count. He gets to 8 as Midknight makes it to his feet, but so does Greg Jackson, Midnight swings a right hand to Jackson, but its blocked!!! Midnight then catches Jackson with a hard kick to the stomach, and throws another kick. Jackson catches it, AND MIDNIGHT HITS AN ENZIGURI! The sickening thud of boot on the back of head rings through the arena! Midnight then pulls Greg up and sends him into the rope and catches him in a viscious bear hug, taking full advantage of his near 60lbs weight advantage! He begins to squeeze the life out of Greg Jackson who is trying his best to fight the hold, but Midnight's strength seems to be just too much!
The ref raises Greg's hand once....drops....twice...drops....third time...GREG COMES TO LIFE!
Greg hits Midnight with a hard right hand, and another, and another, and another, and finally the big man has to release the hold! Greg Jackson then bounces off the ropes and clothesline Midnight, but the big man won't budge! Jackson then throws a right hand, only to have it blocked by Midnight, and Midnight nails him with a right of his own! Midnight then throws a right and Jackson blocks it and counters with a right! He tries once more, but blocked again, Bloodlust swings again, but its blocked, Jackson gains momentum, by nailing hard right hands one after the other, the fans start cheering once more, he forces Midnight to the ropes, he whips Midnight, Jackson waits for Midnight, then nails a hard Spinebuster, but as Midnight lands hard, Jackson drops to his knees in pain! Jackson however forces himself to his feet, climbing to the top rope! Waiting for the big man to get to his feet! When he does, Greg leaps...AND DELIEVERS THE BLACK JACK!!! He goes for the cover...
1...2...3!!!!
Smokey Green: HE DID IT!! GREG JACKSON DID IT!! HE DUG DOWN DEEP AND HE GOT THE WIN!
Johnny V: But you can't take ANYTHING away from Bobby Midnight, he dominated this match, but Greg Jackson found a way to pull it out!
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Written By Chris H. & Tann |
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Dave Rage - Ladies and Gentlemen.... Joseph Storm and Alexis Rose! A mix reaction of boos and cheers fill the arena. Wings of a Butterfly hits the PA System. The arena lights dim as highlights of Joseph Storm's career flash on the OWF-Tron. The beat drops and pyros fly from the entrace ramp. Joseph Storm stands proudly with his arms rasied in the air. Alexis Rose stands next to him, clapping and grinning as she stares at her client. Joseph keeps a cold expression on his face as he lowers his arms. The pyros die out and they walk their way to the ring. Joseph has on his wrestling shorts and black t-shirt with a target on it. Dave Rage stands in the center of the ring holding a microphone. Joseph slides into the ring as Alexis takes her time going up the stairs, holding her short skirt against her, making sure she doesnt relieve to much to the camera. Joseph spreads the ropes apart as he steps inside. The crowd boos the duo as Alexis takes the mic. Joseph Storm stands besides Alexis like a soldier Alexis Rose - Everyone, take a look. This is a brand new Joseph Storm t-shirt that is now availble on-line at OWF.com. Dave Rage - It's just a black shirt with a bullseye. Alexis Rose - Well Dave, tell us what else we have to do to get some action around here? Nobody would take a match with Joseph Storm this week and we're out here to make sure we get one next week! Dave Rage - Joseph is the number one contender for the North American championship. Are you going to cash in your title shot? Alexis Rose - Shyne doesnt want any of Joseph Storm! He's scared. But we'll take the North American Chump anytime. He's pussy-footing around his match with Joseph... Hiding behind his hate for everyone else, he doesn't even want to begin THINKING about stepping in the ring with Joseph. He knows his oh-so-sweet North Amercian title run, THANKS to Joseph Storm... Will end bitterly quick for him. It sickens me to see him walk around with that belt. He thinks he WON that belt? No Joseph gave it to him! Maybe the beating he laid on him effected his thinking. For all these people in Washington who couldn't put up the forty bucks for the last OWF Pay-Per-View.. Joseph Storm walked into the ring during the North American Championship match and laid out BOTH Shyne and Drake. He put Drake's body in the coffin and gave Shyne the belt. Dave Rage - Shyne has scratched his way from the bottom! Nobody else deserves that belt more than him. Alexis Rose - Who are you Dave Rage? It would be a mistake to interupt me again. Dave, You get the pleasure of watching Joseph Storm every week and you can't put two and two togather? The North American championship's fate has been in Joseph's hand the entire time he's returned to the OWF. He beat Drake as champion, he beat the hell out of Drake again, before Shyne showed up.. Which is quite funny you know David. Shyne seems to be very, very upset Joseph showed up during his match with Drake. Alexis makes a shocked face and gasps. Alexis Rose - But wait. Didn't- No- He did! He not once, but TWICE, jumped into Joseph Storm's match with Drake. We warned him. Maybe the beating Joseph laid into Shyne, made him forget his past actions and the warnings he once had. Shyne should have taken a note from Blayze Alexander. He showed up during Joseph's time and now he's gone. Joseph is THE career killer Shyne. Not you. Blayze? Gone. Drake? Gone. Madison Divera? Gone... Shyne tosses around a name like Sebestian Stiles like it was Sonny Lightning's. Shyne you interefered in the wrong match. Now look at yourself.. A beaten mess of a wrestler. Now when Joseph chooses to win the North American Championship, it will be at YOUR expense. This intruder, Shyne will know what Drake, Madison Divera and Blayze Alexander felt.. The overwhelming, endless attack Joseph supplies every time he enters the ring. The reason why Joseph Storm is the real career killer. He's the greatest wrestler in the world and soon, Shyne will learn, first handedly why he is. Dave Rage - So Alexis, WHO are you calling out? Alexis Rose - Dave, Dave, Dave... Every week we listen to this roster of wanna-bes drop names of guys they're calling out, guys they've beaten, and NOBODY dares mention Joseph Storm. Do you know why Dave? Because Joseph Storm is OWF's most feared competitor. We will take anyone dumb enough to sign the contract David. Dave Rage - We heard you tell us about your client becoming the world champion. We know you two were watching Retribution's main event. Is the World title still your goal with Chris Green as champion and Static's growing power? Alexis Rose - Static is not something we have to worry about. We don't live in fear like the rest of the OWF. If Static dears to step into our path, it'll be one step they'll regret. You see David... When your the best, you live to be the best. Right now Joseph is being held back by the OWF staff, such as Bryan Tann. If anyone deserves a shot at the World title its Joseph Storm. We know now Bryan Tann has been protecting his Chris Green. Do we want Chris Green? Yes we do! Do we want to take on Static? Bring em all! Joseph Storm will do what he has to do to get his hands on that championship. Dave Rage - You really think Bryan Tann is holding you two back so Chris Green can be champion? Alexis Rose - Who really- Joseph reaches over and takes the microphone from Alexis. Boos poor from the crowd. Joseph ignores them, making eye contact with DaVe Rage for the first time. Joseph Storm - The Outsider Wrestling Federation is in my blood David, and like I've said before, It's been my stomping grounds before Static had this first club meeting. Before most of this roster signed an OWF contract. Bryan Tann has always been one of those wrestlers unjustifibly ranked above me, getting all the title shots before me.. Because of what these stupid fans wanted. They loved Bryan Tann. Now look at him, he turned on you. You're all morons. I'm the Mat Tactition, and whether you admit it or not, when you turn into Tuesday Night Terror you feel empty until you see me wrestle. Until you see a real wrestler. If The Diamond Kid was here, I would be in the ring right now with Chris Green and at this time I would celebrating my World Championship win. He hands the mic back to Alexis Rose. Alexis Rose - If The Diamond Kid was here, we wouldn't have to come out and beg for a match. He would put the best wrestler the OWF had in front of Joseph like the proveribal sacrifical lamp and watch the art Joseph makes with other's bodies. Bryan Tann, Blade, who ever books the matches for next week. Think long and hard. Whether it be Shyne or another pointless bimbo like Sara Nuberrie.. Joseph Storm is ready to come out and show why he is the greatest wrestler to ever grace the OWF. Out of nowhere Joseph Storm sidesteps and superkicks Dave Rage in the jaw! He hits the mat, rolling in pain. Joseph Storm stands over him, staring down. He stomps his back before spitting on the mat and taking his spot next to his manager. Johnny V - Oh my god! Joseph Storm just superkicked Dave Rage! Alexis Rose - We're getting serious OWF. We are not to be taken lightly. Wheter Joseph Storm has vent on OWF staff members, OWF wrestlers.. Somebody will be hurt. Give us a match. Shyne, Static, Micheal Carrington, even former North American Champion, Greg Jackson. This does not end until we are World Champion. Wings of a Butterfly starts back up and Alexis tosses the mic to Dave Rage's feet as Joseph Storm escorts her back to the locker room. Smokey Green slowly gets to his feet as medic's attend to him. |
Written By Joseph Storm |
Title: None Match Type: Singles Match Meagan Roy vs. Josh Violence |
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Smokey Green: Well, her partner didn't quite have the night he thought he would, will Meagan Roy be able to get the job done tonight in HER debute?
Johnny V: Well from what I've seen of this lady, she's mean with a heart of ice. She's...well my kind of woman when you REALLY think about it.
Kellie Mewes: Ladies and Gentlemen this match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from Chicago, Illinois! Weighing in at 225lbs, JOSH VIOLENCE!
The arena goes almost entirely black except for the blood red lights that light both sides of the ramp. Der Virus by SS-Kaliert blares almost deafeningly throughout the arena. The titantron explodes with images of SS-Kaliert performing, mobs of punks slamming into each other and throwing each other around, scenes from several riots. Josh Violence emerges onto the platform with Jenny Violence, who has her arm around his waist. The two make their way to the ring, slapping hands with fans on the way. Jenny kisses Violence on the cheek, then walks away to watch as Violence gets into the ring and starts walking in a circle, his face staring straight down with his left arm extended straight up, his hand giving the middle finger.
Kellie Mewes: And his opponent, from Key West, Florida! Weighing in at 152lbs, MEAGAN ROY!!
The bell rings as Meagan Roy and Josh Violence face off. They wrap up in the middle of the ring and Josh gains the upper hand from the start by bringing his knee hard into her gut, causing Meagan to double over, Josh steps back, comes forward and kicks her right in the face, sending her to the mat. Meagan clutches her face as Violence bounces into the ropes, comes back and delivers a fist drop to Meagan's gut. Meagan rolls and holds her abdomen. Violence wastes no time as he lifts Meagan up by the hair, hooks her head, and delivers a DDT, Meagan's head hits the canvas hard. Josh Violence hops to his feet and motions to the crowd to raise the roof as the crowd chants. "WE LIKE VIOLENCE...WE LIKE VIOLENCE....WE LIKE VIOLENCE!!!" The taunting by Violence gives Meagan Roy a chance to get to her feet and gather herself. Meagan grabs Violence's shoulder and whips him around, kicks Violence in the gut and delivers a DDT. Meagan sits up and sees Violence laying beside her, she smiles as she delivers an elbow to Josh Violence's throat. The crowd cringes as Violence holds his throat and gasps for air. Meagan hops to her feet and grabs Violence by his mohawk, she lifts him up, delivers a punch to his face. She kicks him in the gut again, she then bounces into the ropes behind Violence, comes back and delivers a Bulldog. Meagan hops up and waits for Josh Violence to hop to his feet, which he does shortly. She then charges him, and delivers a kick to the back of one of Violence's knees. It sends him lunging forward, still on his feet, she charges again, dives, and throws her weight, leading with her shoulder into the back of the other knee of Josh Violence. Violence hits the mat, his face clearly in pain. Meagan stands up, grabs Josh's hair and pulls him to his knees, she goes to chop his throat but Violence grabs her hand with surprisingly fast reflexes. She tries with the other arm and he grabs that arm too. She squirms to get out of it but Violence is already on his feet. He lets go of one arm, goes to irish whip her but brings her back and takes her down with a powerful short arm clothesline. The crowd cheers as Violence seems to be back in the match. He grabs her by the hair and lifts her up. He then slams her head into the canvas with impact. Josh Violence proceeds to stomp her abdomen. Meagan finally rolls out of the way and out of the ring. She stands up but as she does, She is sent crashing into the barricade thanks to a baseball slide from Violence. Josh stands up in the ring and throws his hands up to the crowd as they cheer. JOSH...JOSH...JOSH...JOSH!!!!! Meagan Roy gathers herself and slides back in the ring as Violence is waiting. Josh Violence charges Meagan but Meagan sweeps her feet, catching Violence and sending him into the ropes, has half of him is outside of the ropes, and half is still inside the ring. Meagan takes advantage of this and charges, she grabs the top rope, leaps over the top and comes down on the neck of Josh Violence with a modified Fameasser, The crowd gasps at the innovative move as Violence is laying there, Meagan lifts Josh Violence up and throws a few punches into his face. She then sets him up and delivers a Russian Leg Sweep. Meagan hops up and mocks the crowd as she adds insult to injury by performing the STREET PUNK STOMP! The crowd boos loudly as Meagan mocked Josh Violence by performing his own finishing move. She covers him lazily out of arrogance. 1 2 THRE..NO! Violence got his shoulder up at the last second! Meagan Roy clearly not satisfied begins to get frustrated as she lifts Violence up but is met with an elbow to the stomach. As Violence begins to surge, he throws punch after punch, kicks her in the gut, hooks her, lifts her up and delivers an Impact DDT! The crowd goes wild as the match continues. Meagan Roy slowly gets up but is sent crashing to the canvas again as Violence delivers a powerful clothesline that sends Meagan's head bouncing off of the canvas. Josh motions to the crowd that he is about to end it as he delivers THE STREET PUNK STOMP! He covers. 1 2 THRE....NO..KICK OUT BY MEAGAN ROY! Josh Violence stands up in disbelief, decides he isnt playing around anymore, grabs her head and drags her to the ropes, he proceeds to rub her head into the ropes, the friction causes this to burn her forehead as she screams out in pain, Violence ends the torture with a kick to the ribs. Meagan rolls, clutching her face, as she stands up, her forehead is red and looks to be rubbed raw. She charges, Violence ducks and throws an elbow to the back of her head. She stumbles, Violence then throws a running forearm into the back of her head, sending her to the canvas. Violence goes to lift her up but she rolls and he misses. She scrambles to her feet and dodges another Josh Violence charge. Violence turns around and is met with a kick to the gut and then Meagan Roy hits BAD MEDICINE!!! She covers him and hooks the leg this time 1 2 3! The bell rings as Meagan Roy's arm gets held up in victory. Her music hits but she instantly makes them cut it. She starts stomping a laid out Josh Violence. The ref tries to restrain her but she pushes him off and then delivers a superkick to the ref's face, causing him to go down hard and he is now laid out cold. Meagan hops out of the ring and grabs a chair. She throws it in the ring. She hops back in the ring as the crowd boos. She grabs Josh's leg and puts it in the chair. Meagan hops up on the top rope, she leaps off and nails a Leg Drop on the chair, causing Josh's leg and the chair to make a very very gruesome sound. The crowd cringes as Violence cries out in pain. The paramedics run down and attend to Violence as he continues to cry out in agony as Meagan Roy looks at him with a satisfied smile. She hops out of the ring as her music hits and walks to the back feeling triumphant as the crowd boos her heavily but she just gives them the middle finger and yells "FUCK YOU ALL" as she walks behind the curtains. |
Written By Shyne |
Title: None Match Type: Singles Match Nate Jones vs. Twizted Angel |
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Smokey Green: This next match is an important one in my opinion. Twizted Angel hasn't been able to get to the pay window lately...could this be the night he does it Johnny?
Johnny V: I don't know Smokey, but this guy you have to give him credit, he NEVER gives up!
Kellie Mewes: Ladies and Gentlemen this match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from St. Helen Michigan, weighing in at 145lbs, TWIZTED ANGEL!
the light's fade away fireworks (like randy ortons) start to go off, and Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day hits over the PA. Twizted Angel Stand's under the fire works looks up & holds his arms out (like raven) and then he beings to walk down the ramp and when he gets into the rin he gose on the top rope & dose a back flip off of it then sits in the turnbuckle corner & the lights being to fade back on
Kellie Mewes: And his opponentfrom Philadelphia, Pennsylvania! Weighing in at 250lbs, NATE "THE TRUTH" JONES!
"Deep cover" by Dr. Dre and snoop dogg comes on and blasts through the speakers as Natedawg jumps out of the back pumpin the crowd up, waving his arms up and down trying to pump up the volume. He starts hoping up and back and fourth across the ramp slapping hands until he gets to the steps. He walks up the steps and climbs through the rops and hops on two turnbuckles waving his hands up continually until his music cuts off.
Nate Jones and Twizted Angel stare at each other in the ring. THe fans are
getting somewhat hype for the match. The bell rings and Nate Jones kicks Angel
in the knee to knock him down. Nate Jones walks over to Twizted Angel and stars
throwing lefts and rights at Twizted Angel and Jones starts to rock him back and
forth as he is on his knees. Twizted Angel looks bad at the beginning of the
match. Nate Jones walks around the ring and actually starts to get cocky with
the fans. As Nate Jones is walking around the ring, Twizted Angel gets up and
chop blocks Nate Jones down to one knee. Jones grabs his knee in pain.
Meanwhile Angel runs towards the ropes and bounces off the rope to give Jones a
swift kick to his back. Nate Jones screams in pain as Twizted Angel has a smirk
on his face. Nate Jones is slowly getting up and Twizted Angel jumps on the
middle rope, and as soon as Nate Jones turns around Twizted Angel comes of the
middle rop with a tornado DDT. The fans are going wild as Nate Jones head hits
the top of the mat.
Angel gets up and bounces off the rops to hit sommersault
flip onto Nate Jones ribs. Jones lies there in pain and grabbing his ribs and
Angel slowly gets up and is holding his ribs but continues to move. Nate Jones
is competely out. Twizted Angel gets on the top rope, Nate Jones notices that
Angel is on the top rope. Twizted Angel jumps off the top rop to go for a 5
star frog splash but Nate Jones rolls out of the way. Twizted Angel bounces
hard off the mat. Twizted Angel is screaming in pain and Nate Jones gets up and
notices that his ribs are in pain and Nate Jones walks over there and kicks him
in the ribs, the ref walks over to break it up. Nate Jones gets on his knees as
Twizted Angel lies there in pain and hits the crossface on Twizted Angel and Nate
Jones is pulling back as hard as he can to have Angel tap out. Angel is
reaching for the ropes, Nate Jones continues to pull back and you hear Angel
screaming in pain. Nate Jones starts to notice that Twizted Angel is only
inches away from the ropes and he lets go and he gets up and walks around the
ring again showing why he is "The Truth"! The ref is checking on Twizted Angel
and he is really in pain and as Twizted Angel sits up in the corner, Nate Jones
pushes the ref and starts to lay the boots on Twizted Angel constantly and the
ref breaks it up, almost DQing Nate Jones. He backs up and Twizted Angel is
trying to get up and Nate Jones backs up and starts to run full steam at Twizted
Angel, and Angel moves out of the way and lets Nate Jones hits head first into
the turnbuckle. Nate Jones is wobblily and Twizted Angel is showing heart as he
gets up on the top turnbuckle and hits Nate Jones with a bulldog. Nate Jones
hits the mat hard and Twizted Angel gets up slowly and the fans are going wild
watching Twizted Angel put on a great show. Twizted Angel starts to lay the
boots to Nate Jones lower back as he is laying on the mat. Twizted Angel picks
him up and starts to get the crowd more and more into it. Nate Jones is
standing there not moving and dazed, Twizted Angel hits him with a swinging
neckbreaker. Twizted Angel hops up and starts to signal for his finisher
towards the fans. He stands in the corner and waits for Nate Jones to get
up.....Twizted Angel runs in and hits the Nail In the Coffin!!!!!!!! Nate Jones
is laid out and Twizted Angel falls on Nate Jones motionless body and the ref
slides in for the count ....1.......2................3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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The scene cuts open to what appears to be a backstage area. The camera focuses on a young man in a blue polo and kahkis with short blonde hair. A quick look at his face idenfities him as Derek Frost, the brother of Full Throttle Champion, Jacen Frost. Derek walks by various doors, looking at the name on each as he passes. Finaly with a small smirk he stops in front of on edoor and knocks. The camera quickly moves closer to catch the name on the door.
Joseph Storm The door opens and Derek steps back, a little surprised at the smaller woman in the doorway. Alexis Rose looks Derek over for a moment, tapping her lips thoughtfully. Derek smiles a warm smile and begins the conversation.
Derek Frost: Hello Ms. Rose, is Joseph around?
Alexis Rose: No, he's training. Why? You want his autograph?
Derek Frost: Actually I have something to talk to him about...
Alexis shakes her head and smiles a small smile.
Alexis Rose: I don't think so Frost. You're not going to get into the head of the best wrestler in the OWF. Not when I'm around. I know all your stupid little tricks and games, so if you want Joseph to know something it comes through me first. Got it?
Derek looks at her for a moment, his blue eyes searching. Alexis just looks back, totally unaffected, almost bored.
Derek Frost: Ok. You really look out for Storm don't you. If I didn't know better I'd say you're pretty fond of him.
Alexis Rose: Cut the crap Frost. I'm a manager, I do my job, and like everyone else I'm fond of winning. I just found someone who can win non-stop. More than I can say for you.
Derek Frost: Jacen hasn't lost yet, that I can recall.
Alexis Rose: Keep it up and I'm sure Joseph can remedy that for you.
Derek shakes his head, a little flustered at the snappy comebacks. Alexis just smiles.
Derek Frost: No, I don't think Joseph would like to face Jace in the ring....
Alexis Rose: You're right, Joseph would hate to go DOWN the ladder of greatness. Face it Frost, Joseph Storm started higher than Jacen Frost could ever get. Anyway, you're wasting my time so go find someone else to bother...
Alexis begins to close the door but Derek forces himself between it...
Derek Frost: I can help you get Shyne....
Alexis stops for a moment, clearly thinking, then opens the door enough to invite Derek in.
Alexis Rose: I really don't think Joseph or I need your help, but I'm willing to hear you out. I'm a little bored and can use the amusement.
Derek Frost: First, you're comming off all wrong, thinking I'm your enemy. I'm not. Second, I think I would surprise you given the chance.
Alexis Rose: Here is your chance, surprise me.
Derek Frost: Alright, Jacen has a match against Sara Nuberrie. Sara is the girl of non other than Shyne. So, we both know Sara can't cut it against Jace. I'm willing to place money on it that Shyne comes running down to beat down Jacen. After all it's not like those two don't know each other.
Alexis Rose: Fair enough, where does Joseph fit in?
Derek Frost: Jace wants to know if Storm would be willing to wait in back and give Shyne a little surprise if he decides to show.
Alexis Rose: Jacen wants this huh? Mr. goody two shoes? I've seen his promo's, he doesn't even know you're here does he?
Derek Frost: And it would be unbenificial if he found out.
Alexis Rose: Keyword, benificial. I wont have Storm do anything that doesn't have clear cut benifiets. Besides Joseph has some honor too, hard to work around that.
Now it's Derek's turn to smile.
Derek Frost: Joseph has alot of aggression, Shyne spit in his cereal, disrespected Storm in the ring. Think Alexis, what message Storm can send the OWF by beating down on Shyne, I mean thats a given. But let me tell another little bonus. Shyne has a very powerful dominate personality. He will feel the need to aid his chick, and the psychological affects of not being able to could be benificial to you. Storm making Shyne helpless to defend a girl, people will see Storm as superior and Shyne will have feelings of inadequacy. Besides, I know you can talk Storm into it....don't play games with me either.
Alexis Rose Why are you doing this?
Derek Frost: I can't stand Shyne, and I'm a manager. I'm fond of winning.
Alexis stood there, slowly nodding as Derek spoke, eyes lost in thought.
Alexis Rose I don't know, Frost. If this is some sort of trick, I'll make sure you regret it.
Derek Frost: No tricks, and you said it yourself, Jacen is a goody two shoes. He might even feel obligated to return the favor, I know I would. And before you say you don't need his help, think on it. Believe me Jacen is a useful tool to have.
Alexis and Derek look at each other.....equals in their arts. Alexis nods and smile slowly seeing the advantages out weigh the disadvantages. Derek smiles in return, finding accomplices was satisfying work.
Alexis Rose: I'll see what I can do.
Derek Frost: Fair enough.
The two shake hands both smiling identical smiles and the scene fades to black.
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Title: Full Throttle Match Type: Singles Match Jacen Frost vs. Sara Nuberrie |
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Smokey: And next up Johnny V, we've got Sara Nuberrie hoping to form the first ever "Golden Couple" here in the OWF! As she takes on Full Throttle Champion, Jacen Frost!
Johnny V: 'Golden Couple'? What the hell Smokey! You make it sound like they piss on each other for kicks!
Smokey Green: Well...that certainly wasn't the intention Johnny.
Johnny V: Let me save this pre-match segment Smokey. Yeah you're right, the sexy Sara Nuberrie wants to be able to form the first ever "Couple of Champions" so to speak. And ironically enough, she'll be facin the guy that beat her man Shyne for that belt. So I think that could mean a little bit of insentive for Miss. Nuberrie. See Green? THAT'S how you commentate.
Smokey Green: Great, I got a Toby Wilkins wannabe sitting beside me.
Johnny V: Now that was low you son of a bitch!
Kellie Mewes: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is for the OWF Full Throttle Championship! Introducing first, the Challenger. From Detroit, Michigan. Being accompanied to the ring by the OWF North American Champion Shyne, weighing in at 130lbs, SARA NUBERRIE!
"No Daddy" by Teairra Mari starts playing and all the spotlights circulate around the arena for a moment then turn to the stage. Sara Nuberrie stands on the stage dressed in her ring attire, rocking her head to the beat of the music, with Shyne by her side with the North American Title around his weist. She skips quickly down the ramp causing her hair to bounce. She high-fives a few fans on her way to the ring and then slides into the middle of the mat. Sara moves to her corner and prepares for her match while the music fades.
Smokey Green: And Sara Nuberrie looks like she's in great shape.
Johnny V: I'm sure Shyne has something to do with that. But he sure looks all business tonight.
Smokey Green: Well our owner Bryan Tann seemed to have some rather...cruel things to say about Shyne.
Johnny V: So it would seem...I'm still shocked at what we heard out of Bryan Tann tonight. I don't think I've ever heard him so intense.
Kellie Mewes: And her opponent, the champion. From Detroit, Michigan. Weighing in at 215lbs, THE OWF FULL THROTTLE CHAMPION, JACEN FROST!
'War Machine' by Kiss hits over the PA as the crowd pops loudly for the reining Full Throttle Champion. Jacen Frost steps out from the back with the title around his weist, but his face a look of all business. Almost like something is missing, he looks almost what his name sake means...cold. He makes his way down to the ring and rolls in under the bottom rope. His eyes glaring coldly at Shyne for a moment, and then to Sara Nuberrie as 'War Machine' fades out.
Smokey Green: And the Champion looks all business tonight Johnny.
Johnny V: It's been a rough week for the Champ Smokey. We saw his girl make out with his brother RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM! Damn...this guy must be ready to snap.
Smokey Green: If I were Sara Nuberrie, I would definately play my cards cautiously.
The bell rings and Frost simply stands there in the center of the ring as Sara Nuberrie makes her way towards him. He doesn't even seem to be looking at her, and she looks a bit surprised by his lack of activity. She goes to lock up with him, and he just stands there unresponsive. The crowd begins to boo loudly.
Smokey Green: Nuberrie is going for a collar/elbow tie up...and Frost isn't even doing that! We heard that he had a problem with this match but...is he really just going to throw this match?!
Johnny V: I hope not Smokey, I've actually been looking forward to this match.
Sara backs up looking upset as the ref begins talking to Frost who isn't even really responding to the ref! The ref then begins to chastise Frost basically telling him if he DOESN'T wrestle, he'll forfeit the match and his title! Shyne leaps up onto the apron yelling.
Shyne: DO SOMETHIN QUIT BEIN A BITCH!! WHAT'S THE MATTER FROST?! YOU SCARED?! DO SOMETHIN! GET YA HEAD OUTTA YA ASS BITCH!
Smokey Green: And now Shyne is yelling out at Jacen Frost! And Frost glares right at Shyne...boy if looks could kill Johnny!
Johnny V: Yeah, but this isn't a looking contest Smokey. It's a wrestling match! And Shyne isn't even his opponent!
Frost seems to be seething hearing Shyne yelling at him, almost shaking. When Nuberrie comes in for another tie up, he goes in for the tie up and quickly gets behind her, and pusher her away from him! When she turns around he throws a viscious snap kick to her knee, and another kick to her other knee as if trying to dismantle her in the beginning of the match! After throwing the two quick kicks to her legs, he sets up and throws a viscious looking spin kick that Sara quickly ducks under and drills him with a hard right hand that sends him against the ropes! Sara follows him into the ropes and throws a hard right at him again and sends him into the ropes. When Frost comes back, Nuberrie ducks her head for a back drop. Frost quickly plants her with a viscious DDT and nips up quickly glaring down at Shyne who in turn glares right back up at Frost.
Smokey Green: And that was a great counter by Jacen Frost, and once again he's taking his eyes off the match Johnny.
Johnny V: He needs to keep his head in this match Smokey or its going to cost him that belt.
Frost turns around and pulls Sara up by her hair and hoists her up and delievers a brutal back breaker dropping her back down to the mat. He then backs up into the corner, waiting for Sara to get to her feet. When she does, he explodes out of the corner, GOING FOR THE FROST BITE! Sara has the move well scouted, and side steps at the last minute and delievers a super kick to Jacen's fast with a loud SNAP that echos through the arena! Jacen falls flat onto his back and Sara goes for the cover.
1..2...Frost Kicks Out!
Smokey Green: Man oh man that was close! Frost was looking to put a hole in Sara's chest with that viscious Frost Bite, but she sidestepped at the last minute and planted a beautiful kick to the kisser Johnny!
Johnny V: And that shows the ring presence that our female competitors have Smokey. The critics say we shouldn't let the ladies compete with the guys, but hey these women are tough as nails, and they can take damn near ANYTHING that comes their way! Beautiful move!
Sara positions herself behind Frost who is trying to get back to his feet, and she quickly plants him with a bulldog! She quickly mounts the nearby turnbuckle waiting for Frost to get to his feet. When he does, she leaps from the top rope AND EXECUTES A BEAUTIFUL HURRICANRANA!! Frost quickly rolls out of the ring to regroup, but watch out! Sara bounces of the ropes, cartwheel...BACK FLIP MOONSAULT OVER THE TOP ROPE FROM A FLAT FOOTED POSITION ONTO JACEN FROST AND BOTH COMPETITORS ARE ON THE OUTSIDE!
Smokey Green: What an athletic move by Sara Nuberrie! OH GOD WAS THAT INTENSE!
Johnny V: I sure as hell don't see any "All-Stars" pulling off moves like that!
Sara grabs Frost by the hair and takes him to the ring apron and rams his head into it and then rolls him back into the ring. She then leaps onto the apron, and springboards herself over the top rope, dropping a senton splash onto Frost! Frost starts to roll onto his side and back to his knees clutching his chest in pain. Nuberrie bounces off the ropes and hits him with a missle drop kick full on in the chest dropping him to the mat again. He rolls over towards the turnbuckle where Nuberrie pulls him up by the hair and delievers a few stiff right hands to the side of Frost's head. She then backs up and goes to charge at him, and Frost side steps sending her hard into the turnbuckle! When she rebounds off of the turnbuckle, he plants a enziguri style kick to the back of her head dropping her down to the mat! Frost quickly rolls her up and goes for the cover.
1..2..Sara kicks out!
Smokey Green: That was simply BRUTAL right there Johnny. Whatever questions we had of Jacen Frost's intensity at the beginning of this match has definately been put to rest!
Johnny V: Yeah that's damn right. I'm glad I'm not Sara Nuberrie right now!
Frost pulls Sara up to her feet and pushes her into the corner and throws a flurry of kicks to her legs and midsection, and then delievers a jumpin spin back kick to her midsection causing her to crumble to the canvas! Frost glares down at her, pulling her back up to her feet and shoves her into the corner, and delievers an identical flurry of kicks to Sara's legs and midsection again, and then delievers ANOTHER viscious jump spinning back kick to her midsection! He pulls her up, about to repeat the process when Shyne leaps onto the apron yelling at Frost. Frost turns and glares at Shyne while Shyne starts yelling at him. The ref rushes over to Shyne, yelling at him to get down from the apron! Shyne drops down to the arena floor and continues jaw jacking with Frost who hasn't noticed that Sara is back up! She quickly pulls him down with a school boy and goes for the cover!
1..2...FROST KICKS OUT!
Frost rolls through after kicking out, and Sara charges taking him down with a clothesline. She doesn't stop there, bouncing off the ropes. Frost lays flat on the mat, and Sara leaps over him. When she comes back, he ducks down and she leap frogs over him. Frost bounces off the nearside ropes, and when Sara comes back, he catches her with a well executed high leg clothesline taking her off her feet! Frost pulls her up and hoists her onto his shoulders! HE'S GOING FOR THE CHILL FACTOR! Sara quickly slides down his back and shoves him to the ropes trying to use his momentum to force him over for the pin, but he grabs the ropes sending Sara down to the mat! Sara rolls through charges Frost who ducks another clothesline! When he's behind her, he grabs her by the hair and slams her to the mat, AND LOCKS IN ABSOLUTE ZERO!! HE LOCKS IN ABSOLUTE ZERO! Sara is doing her best to escape the hold, or try to hold on, and Frost synches the hold in tight, and Sara finally has no choice but to tap out! The ref calls for the bell declaring Jacen Frost the winner...but he isn't letting go of the hold! The time keeper is ringing the bell repeatedly, BUT FROST ISN'T LETTING GO OF THE HOLD!
Smokey Green: GODDAMMIT JACEN RELEASE THE HOLD! YOU GOT THE WIN LET IT GO!
Johnny V: Here comes Shyne!
Shyne rushes into the ring to force Frost to release the hold, however he releases the hold on his own anyway glaring at Shyne. The two OWF superstars glare at each other as if they're ready to go, when suddenly the crowd pops loudly, AND JOSEPH STORM SLIDES INTO THE RING! The crowd is popping loudly trying to warn Shyne! Joseph Storm turns Shyne around and throws a right, but Shyne blocks and hits Storm with a hard right hand of his own! The crowd is popping loudly as The North American Champion is throwing right after right after right at the #1 contender! Shyne winds back ready to swing for the fences right at Joseph Storm's head, and Storm drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring as the crowd breaks into a loud chorus of boos. Shyne is standing in the ring glaring down at Storm telling him to bring it on, and Storm smirks looking up at him taking a few steps back. Mouthing words back up to Shyne.
Smokey Green: And look at Joseph Storm back track! He was so ready to fight when Shyne's back was turned!
Johnny V: He's a strategist Smokey! That was just to get into Shyne's head! Joseph Storm is a vetern of this sport! He will pick his shots and do what he can to get the advantage. You can almost call him the Ric Flair of the OWF!
Smokey Green: So he fights dirty and plays mindgames?
Johnny V: EXACTLY!
Joseph Storm makes his way back up the ramp as Shyne bends down to check on Sara Nuberrie.
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Title: None Match Type: Grudge Match Match Grant Glidwell vs. Glacier |
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Smokey Green: And we're going to see a nice match here...two guys who don't seem to like each other too much, and this is our main event!
Kellie Mewes: This match is schedule for one fall! Introducing first, from SEATTLE WASHINGTON!
The crowd pops loudly for the hometown boy!
Kellie Mewes: Weighing in at 248lbs, GRANT GLIDEWELL!
The Radiohead reverse guitar riff charged up the speakers, and pyros enveloped the catwalk causing the crowd to loudly react to the dark-sunglassed individual standing on the gantry, wearing a tight white t-shirt. Glidewell didn't strut, or do anything spectacular. Instead Grant, uncharacteristically calm, walked down towards the ring the crowd seemingly much more elated at his presence than he perceived to be.
Kellie Mewes: And his opponent, from Trenton, New Jersey! Weighing in at 252lbs, GLACIER!
"Your Cold As Ice" plays as the musclar six footer, Glacier, walks out on stage with a grin. He walks down the stage slowly as he receives mixed reactions from the crowd. He walks up the cold hard steel steps and gets into the ring.
Glacier
runs in, Glidewell moves, grabbing Glaicer by the arm and throwing him
towards the ropes. Glacier bounces back... Glidewell gets nailed with
a cross body! Glacier takes advantage, mounting and pounding away at his
opponent's face. The ref pulls Glaicer off, warning him. Glidewell slowly
gets to his feet. Out of nowhere- Glidewell smacks Glacier across the
face with a elbow! He follws up, taking Glaicer by the arm, throwing him
into the corner! Glidewell runs towards the corner and crushes Glacier
with another elbow to the jaw! Glacier falls down to his knees, then his
onto his stomach. Smokey Green - Glacier felt all of that elbow! Grant Glidewell stomps away on his opponent. Glacier
fights it off, making his way to his feet. Glidewell pounds his forearm
against Glaicer's back. Glidewell grabs Glacier by the arm, throwing him
towards the ropes again. Glaicer reverses! Glidewell bounces back.. CLOSELINE!
Glaicer jumps and in full force crushes his opponent.. Johnny V - Oh my god! What a closeline! Glaicer gets to his feet, shaking off the impact.
He drops his knee onto the back of Glidewell's head, then pulls him up
to his feet. Glaicer swings around Glidewell, grabbing him from behind.
Glidewell swings an elbow back, but Glacier holds on and rams his opponent
stomach first into the corner! Glacier finishes up by taking Glidewell's
skull and bashing it against the top turn buckle! Glidewell's head bounces
off the corner, he stumbles back into Glaicer's grip... Reverse DDT! Glacier
covers, 1.. 2.. Kickout from Grant Glidewell! Smokey Green - Close call.. Johnny V - Glidewell has to find a way back into
this match, Glacier has had total control this far. Glacier pulls Glidewell back to his feet, setting
up a suplex. He hooks the arm, snap suplex! Glidewell hits the back hard,
holding his back in pain as Glaicer climbs to his feet, pull Glidewell
up with him by the hair. Glacier grabs Glidewell from behind again, this
Glidewell reaches back.. Jawbreaker! Glacier holds his mouth in pain,
leaning over the ropes. Grant Glidewell takes advantage and closelines
Glacier over the top rope! Glidewell steps back, measuring his opponent
on the outside. Glacier slowly gets up as the ref counts.. 1... 2... 3...
Glaicer steps towards the ring but Grant Glidewell runs and baseball slides!
Glaicer is not knocked back down to the floor! Glidewell slides out of
the ring as the ref continues. 4... 5... He picks Glacier up by the arm,
dragging him down the side of the ring, he goes for an irish whip but
Glacier reverses! Glaicer throws Glidewell as hard as he can into the
steel steps! A loud thud is heard as Glidewell's knees smack against the
stairs and his body flys through the air, hitting the mat hard. 6... 7...
Glacier runs, jumps onto the stairs, then jumps off, landing a crossbody
onto Glidewell! Glacier gets back up quickly, sliding back into the ring
and breaking the count. Glaicer waits inside the ring as Grant Glidewell
walks off the attack. He slides into the ring and they cirlce eachother.
Grant Glidewell steps in, they lock up. Glacier takes advantage, pushing
Glidewell down to one knee. He battles back, both men are on their feet..
Glidewell whips Glaicer against the ropes, he bounces back and Glacier
jumps over the bent over Glidewell... He bounces back, Glidewell jumps,
DROPKICK! Glaicer gets nailed in the chest by an impressive dropkick.
Grant Glidewell runs and jumps onto the top rope. Glacier is slow to get
up.. Johnny V - Grant Glidewell is on the top rope..
He could be looking for The Glide! Glidewell jumps, he goes for his finisher but Glaicer
ducks! Grant Glidewell lands saftey on his feet. Glacier kicks Glidewell
in the stomach then follows up with a face crusher! Glidewell's face gets
smashed into the mat. Glacier tops it off with a leg drop to the back
of his head. He takes a look around he he pulls Glidewell to his feet.
Glacier whips his opponent into the corner. Glidewell stands against the
turnbuckle, still dazed from the face crusher. Glaicer climbs the top,
tucking Glidewell in for a DDT from the top rope. But he fights back!
Glidewell starts punching the sides of Glaicer. He lets go of the DDT
and starts climbing up the top rope with Glaicer! Smokey Green - This does not look good. Glidewell knees Glaicer in the stomach. Glaicer
hunches over in pain and gets wrapped into a suplex position! Grant Glidewell
throws his weight back but Glaicer hangs on! He fights of the superplex!
Then with a rush of power, Glaicer reverses the superplex- SUPERPLEX TO
THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING!! Smokey Green - Oh my god! Johnny V - Grant Glidewell just got superplexed
from the top rope- TO the outside of the ring! Glaicer looks down at Glidewell, beaten and nearly
knocked out from the crash. The fans cheer as he looks out at the packed
arena. The ref counts 1... 2... Glaicer jumps from the top rope! ELBOW
SMASH! Glaicer's elbow lands cross the face of Grant Glidewell. The fans
cheer as loud as they can, starting an 'Holy Shit' chant! 3... 4... 5...
Glaicer slowly gets to his feet, feeling the pain of the elbow smash too.
6... 7.. Glaicer pulls Glidewell to his feet and slides him into the ring.
He climbs inside, tucking his leg. The ref counts 1... 2... 3!!! |
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Jacen Frost has his bags and he's ready to leave the building when none other than OWF World Heavyweight Champion is leaning against the wall with his title over his shoulder looking at Frost with a smirk.
Chris Green: Hey, Jacen man...sorry about your girl and you know...your brother. I mean hey...it was tough man.
Frost stops and looks at him, pushing his hair from his face. He doesn't look like he's in the mood to be fucked with at all.
Chris Green: I mean hey...think of it this way huh? At least it as your brother and not your sister right?
Green laughs starting to walk away. Jacen looks to him as he walks off.
Jacen Frost: Chris?
When Green turns around, Jacen Frost catches him with a front snap kick to the stomach, and then a few well placed punches to the jaw, and then a spin kick taking Green to the floor! Frost glares down at him and simply walks off! Green sits up holding his jaw with a cold smirk shaking his head.
Chris Green: Is that the way it is Jacen? Well...I guess my promise to big brother may have to fall to the wayside...you little shit!
OWF TNT fades to black.
***Note: Sorry about the abrupt ending. But I'm tired. VERY tired!
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Written By Tann |
