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We open up inside out sold out OWF arena where the fans are cheering and chanting. The ring has been placed and we are ready to get going with tonights event.
Smokey Green: Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to OWF: Tuesday Night Terror! We have an amazing show on for you tonight and let me be the first to say that I think we'll be having a fierce battle for the North American championship!
Johnny V: Fierce? Green, I think that this match has already been decided. Joseph Storm WILL win hands down. Shyne has got too big for his boots and it's about time that reality caught up to him.
Smokey Green: This is a part of your whole 'anti-thug' routine, isn't it?
Johnny V falls quiet as a few seconds pass.
Smokey Green: I'm just getting word that we have some action going on backstage in the car parking lot.
Johnny V: Woah! Do you think it's Sara Nuberrie giving Shyne a blowjo -
Smokey Green: No...I don't.
We cut backstage in the car parking lot where we see Bryan Tann sitting on his Harley Davidson motorbike, obviously waiting.
Smokey Green: I wonder who he's waiting for Johnny. Chris Green?
Johnny V: Maybe.
The camera turns a little and we see a long, white stretch limousine pulling up. Bryan Tann climbs off of his bike and walks towards the door. The limo driver hops out and runs around the back, before opening the back door. Blade sets out to a load of cheers from the main arena.
Johnny V: I havent seen him in quite a while! Our fifty percent co-owner is in the building!
Smokey Green: And Bryan Tann looks happy to see him...which just goes to show that despite Bryan Tann turning his back on the fans, he is still focused on this business venture with Blade.
Blade looks Bryan Tann in the eye for a second, before the two shake hands.
Bryan Tann: Long time no see.
Blade: Yeah, you could say that. I just had some other investments to keep on track...but now I'm back and ready for OWF business.
Bryan Tann: That's what I like to hear! And you know what?
Blade: What?
Bryan Tann: To let everyone in the arena know that Blade is back and ready for business...at the end of tonights show, lets go down to the ring and give them something to remember.
Blade: I like your thinking Tann...what do you have in mind?
Bryan Tann: I'm thinking that we go down there and...you know what? It'll be a surprise.
Blade: A surprise huh? Alright, deal...I'll see you later.
Bryan Tann: You can count on it bro, you can count on it.
Bryan Tann smirks as Blade turns and walks away from him.
Johnny V: I wonder what Tanns planning?
Smokey Green: I don't know Johnny, but I like surprises! Do you think that maybe Blades brother Smokes is joining up?
Johnny V: What? How the hell did you connect Smokes up with this?
Smokey Green: I don't know...but anything is possible.
Johnny V: We'll just have to stay tuned...we're about ready for our first match here tonight...
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We open up in the parking lot outside of the arena. Greg Jackson is waiting outside as a red sports car pulls up beside him. The car stops and Greg's brother and manager, Matt Jackson, steps out with a plastic bag in his hand.
Greg Jackson: About damn time! I'm starving!
Matt Jackson: Don't worry, got lots for you to eat right here.
Greg grabs the bag with a large grin on his face. It soon disappears, though, as he reaches in and pulls out a couple Power Bars.
Greg Jackson: What the hell is this?
Matt Jackson: You'll like it!
Greg Jackson: No I won't! I want a WHOPPER! A SMOKIE! CHICKEN WINGS!!! What did you bring me? What's this? Gatorade? Power Bars... WHAT THE FUCK? POWDER?!
Matt Jackson: You just mix it with water and it makes a TASTY Protein Shake!
Greg Jackson: GET OUT OF MY FACE! GET OUT! I HATE YOU!
Matt Jackson: Mom wouldn't want to see you yelling like this...
Greg Jackson: Yeah, but mom would give me fried chicken and sweet potatoe pie! GET OUTTA HERE! And take your nasty food with you! Don't come back unless you got a box of donuts with ya!
Matt Jackson: Fine... I won't be back then.
Matt takes the bag from Greg and goes back into his car. He drives away, leaving an angry Greg Jackson.
Greg Jackson: Gotta get me some real food!
Greg heads back into the arena.
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Title: None Match Type: Singles Debut Match Brutality vs. Plague |
Smokey Green - Plague has got his work cut out for him tonight. He's got the mammoth, OWF new-comer, Brutality.
Johnny V - Weighing it a nearly 400 pounds and walking it a staggering, 7 foot 8.
The bell rings and Brutality moves towards Plague. Plague circles out, moving around, feeling out his opponent. Plague runs in and drop kicks the knee of Brutality. He falls down to one knee. Plague quickly gets to his feet, boucnes off the ropes, jumps and drop kicks Brutality in the face. He falls down onto his hands and knees. Plague runs for a soccer kick to the head but Brutality catches his foot and pulls him in, he jumps froms his hands and knees and closelines Plague to the mat! He covers, 1.. 2- Plague makes a quick kick out and rolls out of the ring. Brutality makes it to his feet. 1... 2.. Plague circles the ring, before sliding in on the far side. He runs in and punches Brutality in the face, he takes it. Plague punches again. He stumbles back, but Brutality grabs his opponent by the wrist and whips him into the turnbuckle at full speed. Plague bounces off the top turnbuckle and smacks against the mat. Brutality pulls him up by his blonde hair. Prissy runs down to ring side and jumps onto the apron, the ref quickly runs to stop her from entering the ring.
Smokey Green - Brutality has quickly taken advantage with size.
Johnny V - What's going on Smokey? Prissy just ran to the ring, the ref doesn't see whats going on.
Plague reaches into his pants. He's got brass knuckles! The ref doesnt see!
Johnny V - Plague is evening out the playing field!
Plague takes a full swing, slamming his brass covered fist against Brutality's skull! He hits the mat, a large cut opened on Brutality's scared forehead. Plague mounts him, climbing onto his chest and pounding the brass knuckles against his opponents head. He finally removes the brass knuckles and slips them back into his pants. He covers and Prissy finally steps off the apron. The ref quickly makes the count.. 1.. 2.. Brutality throws Plague off his chest and rolls to the side, checking his forehead, is hand now covered in blood. Plague drops an elbow on the back of Brutality's head, sending him back to the mat. He goes for the legs, but before Plague can fold them up, Brutality uses his power and kicks Plague off him. He gets to his feet and Plague runs in, but gets caught by the throat. Brutality lifts Plague into the air by the neck. He curses at him as Plague tries to loosen the grip. Finally Brutality throws Plague across the ring, who lands on his back and bounces onto his side. He slowly gets up, gasping for air but Brutality runs over and drives the heel of his boot into Plague's face. Plague gets nailed across the chin and is laid out on his back. Brutality pulls Plague back to his feet by his hair. He lifts him onto his shoulder. Brutality looks around the ring, bends over and runs as fast as he can, driving the back of Plague into the far corner! Plague groans out in pain as he gets crushed between Brutality's shoulder and the turnbuckles. Brutality back up and follows up with another crushing spear into the corner! He finishes off Plague with a spine buster in the center of the ring! The ref makes the count.. 1.. 2.. KICK OUT!
Smokey Green - Plague kicks out!
Johnny V - Brutality is pouring on the punishment!
Brutality slowly gets up, pulling the beaten Plague with him. He lifts him onto his shoulders. He's looking for the finisher. He swings him from the Death Vally Driver position, but Plague holds on! He reverses into a reverse DDT! The back of Brutality's head gets driven into the mat. Plague climbs on top of the giant, 1.. 2. Brutality rolls out of the pin. He both lay dazed. Plague makes it to his feet first. He throws a fist to the side of Brutality's face. He follows up with another. Brutality tries to make it to his feet but Plague pours on the punches, he finally wraps his arm around Brutality's neck- Another DDT! Brutality's blood get's smeared on the mat. Plague walks towards the corner, he starts climbing to the top rope. Brutality gets to his feet, Plague doesnt see. Prissy tries to wave down Plague but by the time he's set, Brutality is back to his feet. Plague jumps off with a cross body! Brutality catches him!
Johnny V - Plague does not want to be in this position!
Brutality drops Plague's rib against his knee. Then again, two rib breakers to Plague. Finally Brutality throws him over his head, back on to his shoulders, looking for his finisher. This time Prissy reaches into the ring and pulls Brutality's feet from under him! Brutality falls face first into the mat, Plague landing saftely on his feet. The ref explodes, jumping out of the ring, yelling at Prissy. They start arguing back and forth. During this time Plague pulls the brass knuckles back from his wrestling trunks.
Smokey Green - There he goes again! He's got the brass knucks!
Plague runs and kicks Brutality in the face. He then drops to one knee and begins pounding away at the back of his head with the brass knuckles. Finally the ref sends Prissy to the locker room! She stomps off in a rage, the ref making sure she goes right to the back. Plague sees the ref coming back and tosses the knuckles to the outside of the ring. He rolls of the big man and hooks the leg, 1.. 2.. Brutality kicks out!
Johnny V - It looks like Plague has opened another cut ont he back of Brutality's head!
Plague goes back for Brutality's legs. Looking to lock in the Death Lock. He flips Brutality over, and sits back! He's got it in! Brutality bites down and crawls for the ropes. He drags Plague while locked in the death lock! He lets out a groan of pain finally, but reaches the ropes! The ref tries to pull Plague off and starts the warning count.. 1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. Plague finally lets go of the Death Lock! He kicks Brutality in the back of the knee before stepping away. The ref attends to Brutality, who pushes the ref away and stands back up. Plague runs, baseball slide to the knee! But Brutality dodges, then kicks the back of Plague's head! He follows up by dropping the big knee to the back! Brutality drives his knee into Plague's back by pull his chin into the air. He pulls back, Plague groans out in pain. Brutality finally lets go and pulls Plague with him.
Brutality grabs Plague by the throat, sqeezing the air from him. Plague swings a punch against Brutality's blood face. He lets go of the choke. Plague swings again but Brutality, in an amazing blitz of speed, ducks the punch, and scoops Plague onto his shoudlers! He takes a step forward, swinning Plague from his shoulders! A BRUTAL ENDING! He connet's his F-5 finisher. Plague smacks against the mat hard. Brutality rolls him over, planting both hands against his shoulders.. 1.. 2.. 3!!
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"So Tann... I figure I've shown my face and the obligatory marketing crap is out of the way, I'm gonna head off for the night." Grant Glidewell commented with a scratch of the head and yawn combination.
"That's Mr. Tann thank you very much." Tann replied swiftly and sternly "And no you won't head off for the night, you're scheduled to wrestle." Glidewell narrowed his eyes into slits. "You're not serious right? You don't actually want me... to go out there and work in front of an audience that I'd probably have expected to get if I back yard wrestled when I was twelve." Grant remarked with a hint of sarcasm. "Perhaps you were under the impression that you'd take up here in OWF where you left off with the Japanese. By that I mean the extremely casual approach to attending events and actually working matches... or your inability to follow through with certain jobs. I fully expect you to wrestle this week, the week after that and the week after that too." Tann tapped Grant on the shoulder "While I can understand you wanting to just collect paychecks through inactivity while you were over in less greener pastures... you're in a wrestling promotion now Mr. Glidewell, you're going to wrestle." Grant looked extremely frustrated but composed himself and smirked in a wry manor "That's too bad, you'll have to change the lineup... I'm carrying an injury." "I'm sorry to hear that." Tann quickly responded "What exactly is wrong with you?" "Just a little swelling around the knee, I should be fine in a couple of weeks. Besides... by then you might actually have some credible opponents for me, I was looking at the roster yesterday. None of the current crop are even worthy of carrying my bags around for me." Tann was not impressed. "So you'd be willing to see an OWF medic to have that injury evaluated?" Glidewell scratched his chin and casually responded "No need for that, like I said I'll be fine in a couple of weeks." "I heard that Mr. Glidewell, unfortunately you're a wrestler and not a doctor so I would like you to get the injury checked out. This really is a sad situation... I was hoping for a good fighting athlete to get this promotion on a roll and it'd be a real shame to have to strip you of your roll with us here and give the space to someone else because you're on the shelf for a month." Tann once again firmly made his point, prompting a very concerned look from Grant. "Fine then... we'll do it your way and I'll work through the pain." An unimpressed Glidewell spoke "Who am I wrestling again, anyway?" "Don't be glib Grant. It's the fatal four way match. Bobby Midnight, Glacier, Amaru and yourself." Tann confirmed. Glidewell sighed "Oh yah... Glacier again. Fine. You want me to fight, I'll fight... I'll crush these fuckers just a couple of weeks into my run. Whatever. You want me some open roster space, I'll do it with these poor chumps..." "Funny you should make such a comment, especially considering one of these individuals has already beaten you... twice... it should be interesting. Good luck to you." Tann nodded as Glidewell shook his head again and walked away with parting words. "I won't need it." |
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Amaru is seen sitting on his bench in his dressing room backstage. A dark shadow envelops in the doorway behind him. He holds his head up in recognition but never turns around to see. As if he had a glitch of ESP and sensed her presence, he just calmly says,
Amaru: I know you are there? Tann told me you had come back to OWF. Luckily for me I got you in.
Prissy walks around the bench as Amaru stands to face her. She squints her eyes and flashes a half grin with her arms crossed over her chest.
Prissy: You still think you pave the road I travel, don't you? Just for you to know, Tann specifically asked me to come back.
Amaru: Tann only asked you to come back because I had mentioned you and we talked about it a little.
Amaru grins sarcastically. Prissy shakes her head and looks down as she walks closer.
Prissy: You are so stuck on yourself. I came back because I had an open invitation and I took it! ASW was boring me.. It had nothing to do with the "Legendary Amaru"!
Amaru throws something on a shelf and then turns to back as his demeanor turns serious.
Amaru: Greatness runs in this family blood line and Tann knows that. So go figure why he decided to ask you back. It is not all about me, it is about what I have done and will do and who comes along for the ride.
Prissy exhales deeply and turns her face away trying to repress her anger towards his attitude. ..
Prissy: You know I have always looked up to you. But you don't have to rub in my face what you have accomplished. This should not be a competition between us but you always make it out to be that way.
Amaru: I'm not rubbing anything in your face. I am not making this a competition at all. The only thing that I am trying to do is to push you out there. Don't try to follow my foot steps, you make your own.
Prissy stares at Amaru and clenches her fists as she discretely grits her teeth.
Prissy: And you think what? (throws up her hands) That I am riding your coattails? What do you think I have been doing since you walked out on me? (prissy stops and thinks about what she has just said, and then sighs as if in regret) Look I didn't come to OWF to be a burden to you. I came here because I wanted more than a mediocre career, and that's all I had in ASW. And.. (She looks down and anger vanishes from her tone of voice) Look I just came to see you, and you act like this. I just wanted to see the only family member I had left, Am.
Amaru sits down and puts his hands over his face as if remembering a time long past that was suppose to be forgotten. He turns angrily towards Prissy and points in her face.
Amaru: I left the family because I had to, Alright! Ok FINE! I LEFT YOU THERE!! I couldn't stand seeing dad behind bars and mom's drunken rages about my choice career. I couldn't stand the lectures about how I was doing what Dad had done and how I was going to end up like him. I COULDN'T STAND IT ANYMORE!! SO and got out on my own, the arguing was more than I could stand, it was holding me back and you know this! DON'T GIVE ME THIS SAD SOB STORYABOUT about your life I WAS THERE REMEMBER!!!
(Amaru tries to calm down and punches a wall just short of a few inches away. The thud from his knuckles cracking the sheetrock makes Prissy jump as she wishes she wouldn't have brought it up. Amaru sighs and turns to her as he tries to keep his temper in check)
Amaru: I know that I'm the only one you got left. And also I am glad that you did come back. I'm glad to see that you are actually wising up by leaving the shit they called ASW. All Star Wrestling my ass, OWF is where the real All Stars are. I just want to see you do your best.
Prissy bites her lower lip and looks at her big brother. She tries to reassure him.
Prissy: I will follow my own path, but no matter where i go, it seems I will always be in your shadow. But you know what? I don't seem to be bothered by that. I just wanted you to know why I came back.
Amaru: Well put it this way. I might seem like I am being a dick, but I am getting my head straight for later on. I am glad that you are back in the OWF, and besides I know your not following my foot steps, or else you would be tagging right along behind me.
Prissy stands up and walks towards the door and grins with sarcasm.
Prissy: That's true... Cuz you'd never see me teaming with Jesse again.
Amaru smiles and puts his finger to his head.
Amaru: Never do that again, you see what happened when we tried to bring him back. But shit happens.
She take on a more serious tone and starts to leave.
Prissy: Good luck with tonight. I know you won't need it, but all the same I will be cheering you on.
Amaru: Thanks lil sis. I know you will be watching, and while your at it. Take a few notes in the mean time while I'm kicking ass.
Prissy rolls her eyes as she grabs the door handle and walks out the door muttering the word "asshole" under her breathe in a jokingly way just before shutting the door leaving her brother alone in his room to prepare for his match.
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Title: None Match Type: Fatal Four Way Elimination Match!!! Bobby Midnight vs. Amaru vs. Glacier vs. Grant Glidewell |
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Smokey Green: This is going to be a great match up I think!
Johnny V: You think? Not only do we have Glidewell and Glacier in this match, but we got Amaru too! One half of the World Tag Team Champions! This is gonna be great!
Kellie Mewes: Ladies and Gentlemen, the next contest is a Fatal Four Way Elimination Match! Introducing first from Oakland, California, Bobby Midnight!
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
Smokey Green: Bobby Midnight was impressive last week in his debute against Greg Jackson!
Kellie Mewes: And his opponent, from Seattle Washington, 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.
Smokey Green: And it'll be interesting to see just how things shape up with Glidewell and Glacier. These guys had a pretty heated exchange at the Pay Per View!
Kellie Mewes: Introducing next, from Trenton, New Jersey...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.
Smokey Green: And as Glacier enters the ring, you can see his eyes are right on Grant Glidewell!
Johnny V: I have a feeling Smokey that this fued won't end tonight! If anything it will just get even more intense!
Kellie Mewes: And finally, representing Static, from Compton, California...AMARU!
The arena goes black as the sound of static hits the speakers. The titon tron starts to display static on the screen "determined" by Mudvayne starts to blare. As soon as the gets to the heavy part explosions go off and Amaru walks out from the back and stands there with his head down. Pyros start going off as he looks up and throws his arms in the air as more explosions start going off. The walk ramp is lighting up with different colors as strobe lights are going off. Amaru walks to down the ramp as flares start to go off as he is making his way down the ramp. Looking determined and concentrated he jumps onto the ring from the floor and enters through the middle rope. He looks around at the crowd as the music is still going, he stands in the middle of the ring as red flares burst off from the four corners of the ring he leans in a corner of the ring and awaits for his opponent.
The bell rings as Amaru, Glidewell, Midnight, and Glacier all stand in their corners. Glacier goes for Glidewell first. They wrap up as Amaru and Bobby Midnight go at it. Glidewell suplexes Glacier to the canvas hard. Amaru has Bobby Midnight by the throat, picks him up, showing off his strength and tosses him into the turnbuckle. Glidewell turns his attention to Amaru and Bobby Midnight but Glacier delivers a club to the back of Glidewell's head. Glidewell goes stumbling forward and gets followed up by a bulldog from Glacier. Amaru continues to pummel Bobby Midnight in the corner. Amaru puts him on the top turnbuckle, grabs him by the throat and chokeslams him off of the turnbuckle. Midnight hits the canvas hard. Glidewell and Glacier stop battling it out and look at Midnight. They are all thinking the same thing..."Lets stomp this piece of shit." Amaru, Glidewell, and Glacier all start stomping Midnight as he lays there helplessly on the canvas, taking the brutal beating. Glidewell slides out of the ring and grabs a chair, he throws it in the ring, he grabs another chair and throws it in the ring. He slides in and grabs one. Amaru grabs the other. Glacier lifts him up and holds him. The crowd cringes as Amaru and Glidewell proceed to deliver the Conchairto! Bobby Midnight's crumples to the canvas, unconcious. Glidewell pins him.
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They toss the chairs from the ring and its a free for all once again. Glidewell wastes no time and attacks Glacier from behind. He sends Glacier to the canvas after a hard Spinning heel kick. Amaru grabs Glidewell and lifts him up, showing off his strength by Gorilla Press Slamming him. Glacier takes advantage of Amaru's focus being on Glidewell and hits him in the back of the knees with his body weight, sending Amaru crashing to the ground. Glacier starts pummeling Amaru but Glidewell pulls Glacier off of him and starts throwing punch after punch into Glacier's face. Glacier finally blocks one and throws a punch of his own. Amaru finally makes his way to his feet. He charges Glacier and Glidewell and delivers a double clothesline. Glacier and Glidewell hit the canvas hard. Amaru picks Glidewell up and tosses him into the turnbuckle, he goes to pummel him but Glidewell ducks, ends up behind Amaru and delivers a Spinning Heel kick to the back of his head. Amaru goes into the turnbuckle and stumbles out, Glidewell hops up on the turnbuckle. He hits THE GLIDE! He covers Amaru.
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Glacier lifts Glidewell up and suplexes him. He stands up and stomps Glidewell until Amaru clotheslines Glacier from the back. Glacier goes down. Glidewell gets up finally and turns around. When he turns around, he is Met with the CLOSE ENCOUNTER! Amaru goes to pin him but Glacier stands, grabs Amaru's shoulder, causing him to turn around and Amaru has a meeting with the ICY ENDING! Amaru stumbles back, rubbing his eyes. Glacier takes advantage of this and pins a laid out Glidewell.
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Glidewell is rolled out of the ring as he is eliminated. Glacier goes after Amaru. Amaru finally can see again as he is met with a right jab by Glacier. Glacier goes to throw a left jab but Amaru blocks it. Amaru grabs Glacier's face and pushes him to the canvas. He starts stomping Glacier. As Glacier rolls out of the way, he stands up but low blows Amaru in the process. Amaru drops to a knee and Glacier spits more more blue mist into his face, AN ICY ENDING! Amaru falls back with his hands over his eyes. Glacier turns around to a voice shouting "HEY GLACIER!" Glacier turns around and is cracked in the face with a steel chair, sending him to the canvas. Glidewell rolls out of the ring as Amaru gets his bearing. He picks Glacier up and easily hits the CLOSE ENCOUNTER! He pins him.
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The bell rings as Amaru's hand is raised and his music hits. Amaru exits the ring and walks to the back.
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We see Greg Jackson in a locker room backstage. He looks thrilled as he gazes upon a table with a large amount of rye bread, cheese, and various types of sandwich meat. He grabs a styro-foam plate and starts grabbing away at the food, making a ridiculously large sandwich.
Greg Jackson: That's what I'm talkin' 'bout!
Greg takes a seat in a chair and picks up his sandwich. He stares at it with hungry eyes, before taking a large bite. He doesn't finish this bite, however, as his eyes go wide with the sandwich still lodged in his mouth. He hears footsteps coming his way, and soon after, a voice.
Voice: Hey, didn't we shut the door?
Greg, still with the sandwich in his mouth, glances up at the locker room door... something he didn't do before he entered. The door reads, "STATIC". He finishes the bite from his sandwich... it would be the first and ONLY bite he would get.
Greg Jackson: Oh no...
He looks around for a place to hide, but he simply has no time. Chris Green, Amaru, Sean Page, and Shaun Stewart enter the locker room and lock their eyes on Greg Jackson.
Chris Green: What the fuck are you doing here?!
Greg Jackson: Uhhhhh...
Sean Page: And you're eating our food?
Greg Jackson: Ummmm... SURPRISE! I'm the newest member of Static! When you hear Static, you're FUCKED! WHO'S WITH ME?!
Greg raises his hand to high five the four members, but none of them go along with it.
Shaun Stewart: It's when you SEE Static, not HEAR it, dumb ass!
Greg Jackson: Whatever... but I AM in Static, which is why I'm eating your food!
Chris Green: Oh yeah? Says who?
Greg Jackson: Uh.... that guy.
Greg Jackson points at Amaru. Green, Stewart and Page take their attention off of Greg and look at Amaru.
Amaru: WHAT?!
Shaun Stewart: And you didn't even ask us?
Sean Page: How could you Am? I thought we were supposed to be a team!
Amaru: Guys! He's lying! I didn't let him in!
Greg Jackson: AYYYYYYIEEEEEE!
With their attention momentarily diverted, Greg bolts for the doorway, trying to escape. However, he's grabbed before he can exit, with his legs kicking outward as they drag him into locker room. Amaru and Shaun Stewart hold Greg still so he can't move, as Sean Page grabs Greg's partially eaten sandwich.
Sean Page: Hungry?
Greg Jackson: Very.
Page shoves the sandwich all over Greg's face.
Greg Jackson: You're missing my mouth! I GOT SALAMI IN MY EYES!!!
Amaru and Stewart release Greg, pushing him forward. Greg is slightly blinded with food in his eyes, leaving him helpless as Chris Green pummels him with a chair over the head. Greg doesn't immediately fall, looking woozy as he leans backwards. Amaru and Stewart grab him again and lead him towards the door.
Shaun Stewart: Nice to meet ya Greg!
The two then launch Greg, throwing him out of their locker room and into a brick wall on the other side of the hallway. Greg moves slowly as he moans in pain.
Amaru: And their better be enough food for the rest of us!
Chris Green: There will be. There always is!
Static laughs, closing the door and leaving Greg in the hallway.
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The scene cuts backstage inside Bryan Tanns office. We see Bryan Tann with his cell phone in his hand. He punches in a number and brings it up to his ear.
Bryan Tann: Hello? Yeah, its me. Listen, Blade is in the arena and I think we can give him our surprise now. Are you ready? Good...I'll see you then.
Bryan Tann hangs up and places the phone in his pocket.
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We appear to be looking into a dark room, so dark that very little can be made out. All of a sudden, we see a flashlight shining, and the face of Greg Jackson. He slowly makes his way through the room.
Greg Jackson: Hello? Is there anyone here? And if there's someone here, do you have any food?
Greg receives no answer as he continues walking. He shines the light in random places throughout the room, revealing that this is likely the boiler room. The light shines on the ground, and Greg sees a foot. He moves the light to reveal a dead and bloodied body.
Greg Jackson: Oh my God...
Greg hears something move in front of him. He moves the light up to see Meagan Roy.
Meagan Roy: There's nothing to eat here.
Bobby Midnight: That is... unless you enjoy BLOOD!
Greg moves the light to his left, revealing the face of "BloodLust" Bobby Midnight. Blood is dripping from his mouth as he grins.
Greg Jackson: AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Bobby Midnight: Hello Greg.
Greg Jackson: AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Meagan Roy: Not so hungry?
Greg Jackson: AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Greg drops the flashlight and runs off into the darkness as fast as he can, still shrieking in terror! He finds a door to exit, and he opens it and runs out of the boiler room. His movement is immediately stopped as he runs into the chest of the MASSIVE man that is Brutality.
Brutality: Watch yourself.
Greg Jackson: AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Brutality: Whoa, stop screaming!
Greg Jackson: AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Greg now stares in horror at this beast of a man, screaming his head off. Brutality sighs, then picks Greg up by his shirt and pants, and dumps him upside down into a nearby trash can. Brutality walks off camera, leaving Greg to squirm in the trashcan.
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Written By Brett K. |
Title: Full Throttle Championship Match Type: Street Fight!!! Jacen Frost (c.) Vs. Twizted Angel |
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The cameras roll as Twizted Angel walks out of an alleyway in the streets of San Jose. Jacen Frost comes out of nowhere and nails him from behind with a forearm to the head. Twizted Angel stumbles forward as Jacen wastes no time and grabs Twizted Angel by the hair and lifts him, body slamming him onto the concrete. A Loud smack is heard as Twizted clutches his back. Jacen starts stomping Twizted but Twizted rolls away from the last stomp. He slowly gets up and dodges another Jacen Frost lunge. Twizted quikcly grabs Jacen from behind, sets him up, then slams him face first into the concrete, a move similar to Jeff Jarret's The Stroke. Twizted lifts Jacen up off of the ground, Jacen's face is scratched up and his lip is bloody but no further damage is visible. Twizted pushes him away from him and delivers a spinning heel kick to Jacen's face, sending him stumbling back again. Twizted charges and delivers a dropkick, knocking him into a dumpster and a trash can. Jacen groans as he slumps against the Dumpster. Twizted goes to throw himself into Jacen but Jacen dodges, grabs Twizted by the head and throws him face first into the dumpster. Jacen decides to capitalize as he grabs the trash can, and when Twizted Angel turns around, he throws the trash can to Twizted who catches it, then delivers a Spinning Heel Kick to the trash can, knocking it into Twizted's face. Twizted crumbles as Jacen pins him, trying to end it quick.
1 2 KICKOUT by TWIZTED ANGEL! Jacen stands up as he picks Twizted up and delivers a chop to his chest to keep him vulnerable. Jacen lifts Twizted up and delivers a suplex. Twizted's back smacks the concrete hard. Jacen picks him up and drags him into an alleyway. He throws him into a trash can as the contents spill out, he spots a leadpipe. He picks it up. He slams it down on Twizted's back repeatedly. Twizted yells out in pain, the lead pipe finally strikes concrete as Twizted moves out of the way. Twizted makes his way to his feet as Jacen swings again, Twizted moves and throws a forearm to the back of Jacen's head. He steps back and does it again, causing Jacen to drop the pipe. Twizted picks the pipe up and nails Jacen Frost in the back of the knee with the lead pipe. Jacen falls to the ground, yelling out in pain. Twizted then nails him in the back with the lead pipe. Twizted finishes the attack off by cracking him in the ribs with the pipe. He drops the pipe as he picks Jacen up. He throws Jacen into a dumpster. Twizted lifts Jacen up and puts him on top of the Dumpster. Twizted climbs on top of the Dumpster too. He picks Jacen up and locks up with him, he goes to suplex him but Jacen reverses it and hits THE CHILL FACTOR, sending both men through the top of the dumpster. Both men are inside of the dumpster, motionless as minutes drag by. Jacen starts to move as he grabs the rim of the dumpster and pulls himself out of the dumpster and hits the ground on the outside. He stands up as Twizted pulls himself out of the dumpster as well and makes his way to feet. Him and Jacen face off in the street. They start throwing punches, battling out of the alleyway to the car lined street. They wrap up and Jacen irish whips Twizted into a nearby car, causing him to arch his back in pain. Jacen charges him but Twizted drops and causes Jacen to hit his face on the hood. Twizted grabs Jacen's head and viciously puts Jacen Frost's head through a car window. Jacen's face starts to bleed. Twizted pulls him out. Jacen catches him with an elbow to the face, who in turn, grabs Twizted's head and repeated smashes his face into the hood of the car. Twizted's nose starts to gush blood as it was obviously crushed on the hood. Jacen rolls Twizted on the hood of the car and gets up on the car. He lifts Twizted up but Twizted counters and delivers THE NAIL IN THE COFFIN. Jacen lands on the roof, denting it. Twizted pins him. 1 2 THRE...SHOULDER UP! Jacen Frost got his shoulder up!
Twizted rolls off of him and gets off of the car, he picks Jacen up, determined to end it. He grabs Jacen and pulls him off the car by his hair. He yanks him up, and drags him to an emergency escape stairwell. He pulls Jacen up the stairwell and is intent on ending this match now. Jacen has a second wind and goes to suplex Twizted Angel off of the emergency escape. Twizted reverses and pushes Jacen hard, Jacen falls off of the Emergency Escape Stairs and hits the roof of a car hard, Denting it and causing the windshield to shatter. Twizted gets brave and stands on the rail. He leaps off of the stairwell and hits an elbow drop on Jacen Frost, causing the roof to cave in even more. Both men lay there motionless as the referee begins to count, not knowing what else to do. Both men start to make their way to their feet at the 8 mark. Twizted goes for a right hand, and Jacen Frost blocks and delievers a stiff front snap kick to Twizted's gut! He then gets into a stance, ready to drill him with a viscious kick to the side of the head, WHEN ALL OF A SUDDEN CHRIS GREEN OUT OF NOWHERE DRILLS HIM IN THE BACK OF THE DEAD WITH A TIRE IRON!!! JACEN FROST DROPS LIKE A TON OF BRICKS!!! Twizted looks, seeing Chris Green, and he's shocked being face to face with the World's Champion since he wasn't there just a second ago! He then looks down and sees Jacen Frost layed out. He simply drops down and turns him over and goes for the cover.
1..2..3!!!
The referee awards the title to Twizted Angel who simply clutches the title close to him, grateful that he's won his first bit of gold in the OWF! Chris Green simply looks down to Jacen Frost with a smirk.
Chris Green: Times haven't changed Jacen...you're still the bitch I've ALWAYS known you as!
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Written By Daniel Pultz (Shyne) |
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We see Greg walking down a hallway. There's a slight opening in this hall, with a vending machine containing candy bars, chips, and other various types of snacks. Greg steps in front of it and pulls out some coins.
Greg Jackson: Thank GOD! I was starting to think there was no food in this place!
Alexis Rose then pops up behind Greg, waiting to use the machine afterwards.
Greg Jackson: Oh, hey girl! What's up?
Alexis Rose: Just finish up, and let me use the machine!
Greg Jackson: Ok ok! ...Hmmmm, maybe I should get a Mr. Big! Cause I'm so BIG ya know! Know what I mean?
Alexis Rose: I DON'T CARE! Just pick something and move!
Greg Jackson: Yikes! Ok! Let me know when your vagina stops bleeding! GEEZ!
Greg selects a Three Muskateers bar... it's the last one available.
Greg Jackson: There ya go lady!
Alexis Rose: Wait... is that the last Three Muskateers bar?
Greg Jackson: It would seem so!
Alexis Rose: I need that right now! Joseph Storm eats one before every match! And tonight he fights for the North American title!
Greg Jackson: Sure you can have it... only if you take your top off though.
Alexis Rose: WHAT?!
Greg Jackson: Make with the titties, and I'll give you this DELICIOUS Three Muskateers bar!
Alexis Rose: I don't have to put up with this! Give me that bar RIGHT NOW!
Greg Jackson: Or you'll do what?! Kick my shin?! Pinch my arm?! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAA! Do your worst!
Alexis Rose kicks Greg in the shin.
Greg: OW!
Greg begins hopping on one leg as Alexis turns around and calls towards an open locker room.
Alexis Rose: JOSEPH! Greg Jackson took the last Three Muskateers bar and he won't give it to me!!!
Joseph Storm: WHAT?! But I need that whipped chocolate marshmellowy goodness before I compete! It's TRADITION!
Alexis Rose: Then come take it from him!
Joseph Storm STORMS (no pun intended... ok, it was intended) out of the locker room and heads over to Greg Jackson who is rubbing his shin.
Joseph Storm: Gimme that chocolate bar!
Greg Jackson: NO!
Joseph Storm: GIVE IT!
Greg Jackson: NEVER!
Joseph Storm grabs the chocolate bar and gets into a tug-of-war with Greg Jackson over it.
Joseph Storm: Give it to me!
Greg Jackson: QUIT IT!
Joseph Storm: It's MINE!
Greg Jackson: Quit it! YOU'RE BREAKING IT!
Joseph lets go of the chocolate bar and smashes Greg's head against the symbol key on the vending machine. Greg drops to the ground, and drops the Three Muskateers bar. Joseph Storm picks the bar up and leaves with Alexis Rose.
Joseph Storm: One for all, and all for ME!
Greg Jackson holds his head as he gets back to his feet. He pulls out more coin change and puts it in the vending machine, but the keypad is now broken.
Greg Jackson: YOU BIG BULLY! You broke the machine! I'm so HUNGRY! Now I can't get no damn CHOCOLATE!
Greg then steps back, and lines his fist up with the vending machine window... in one swift motion he punches the window, but it doesn't break.
Greg Jackson: ...FUCK!
Greg clenches his hand in agony as he scampers off in a search for food.
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The cameras hit the parking garage earlier in the night as a black Cadillac Escalade parks and out comes Green, Stewart, Amaru, and Sean Page. A car is right behind it none other than a red Corvette. The door slams and out comes none other than BRYAN TANN dressed in a black suit and sunglasses. Suddenly from around the corner comes running Dude Job...
Dude Job: Hey Green!!! Stewart!! My god I am so sorry guys... Green: You should be man. Pulling that no show shit. Dude Job: I had some personal problems, but I am back and ready to go now! I promise... Stewart: Hey Chris let him go man. He is original static so its cool... Green thinks for a moment stopping and then speaks...
Green: Alright man. Its cool. I understand that people have lives outside this business.
Suddenly from out of no where a Black Lincoln comes flying from around the corner and HITS DUDE JOB!!! Luckily Dude Job somewhat saw and got out of the way MOSTLY, but he still got hit by the car!!!!
Green: Holy shit!!! GET PARAMEDICS NOW!!
A bunch of paramedics come running down moments later as Dude Job is down on the ground, but it appears he is just shaken up a bit. He is bleeding...
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Written By Chris Green |
Title: Hardcore Title Rematch Match Type: Hardcore Angel Of Death Vs. Toxic Angel |
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Smokey Green: This is going to be bloody Johnny V! It's a rematch for the Hardcore Title! We're going to see the Extreme Icon against an angry man in the Angel of Death!
Johnny V: This is going to be intense no doubt about it!
Kellie Mewes: This match is for the OWF Hardcore Title! Introducing first, from Parts Unknown the challenger, THE ANGEL OF DEATH!
"God Of Thunder" by Kiss hits over the PA as the challenger makes his way from the back. His eyes hard and focused as he walks down the entranceway and steps over the top rope cracking out his massive neck ready to do battle.
Smokey Green: I swear, each time you see the guy you just have to cringe! What a freak of nature!
Johnny V: All I know is...I'm glad I'm not in there! That SOB is too fucking big!
Kellie Mewes: And his opponent, she is the Extreme Icon...THE OUTSIDER WRESTLING FEDERATION HARDCORE CHAMPION, TOXIC ANGEL!
The P.A system goes off as "When I Come Around" by Green Day 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: And there she is, the Extreme Icon...I can't wait to see this rematch Johnny!
Johnny V: Oh yeah..this is going to be sweet!
Angel of Death stands in the ring looking across the ring at Toxic Angel as she hands the belt to the referee. As the ref turns, AOD rushes Toxic Angel into the corner. AOD is stumping her to death. Toxic Angel is laying there grabbing her ribs. AOD walks around the ring with a cocky look on his face. Toxic Angel gets up slowly and AOD gives her a clothesline from hell. Toxic Angel head snaps back as she hits the mat. The ref goes over there to check up on her. AOD stands over her as she is holding the back of her head and he leans over and spits in her face. The fans look disgusted as AOD walks around. Toxic Angel has a digusted look on her face. She wipes the spit off of her face. She gets up and as AOD is standing there she runs and bounces of the ropes and hits him with a drop kick. AOD is stunned but he wouldn't go down. Toxic Angel starts to kick him in the back of his knee repeatedly. AOD drops to one knee and is grabbing his leg that she is kicking. She bounces off the ropes and kicks him square in the face. Blood starts pouring out of his mouth. Toxic Angel sees the mammoth of the man leaning over and hold his mouth which is full of blood. Toxic Angel waits until he gets up and his limping and she runs over at him, and AOD flips her over the ring and she lands hard on the floor outside of the ring. She screams loud. The fans are even shocked by what they seen. She look as if she may have landed on her neck somewhat. AOD climbs over the ropes and jumps outside of the ring. He picks her up with one hand and he litterally throws her into the ring post. She is laying there looking like her life is gone. AOD reaches under the ring and brings out a table and sets it up. AOD walks over to her with blood still dripping from his mouth. He sets her up for the Hell's Fury and she is somehow got of the hold and throws him into the ring post. AOD stands there in a daze and Toxic Angel jumps on the table and lands a bulldog on AOD and his head his the metal ring steps. She lays there also. The referee checks to make sure AOD is ok. AOD rolls over, and Toxic Angel gets up and kicks him right in the face which cause the blood from his mouth to continue to pour. Toxic Angel grabs a chair and crushes him over the head repeatedly. The chair has AOD's head imprinted in the chair. Toxic Angel climbs in the ring and gets on top of the turnbuckle and attempts to hit the cross body and AOD catches her and he does a powerslam through the table and Toxic Angel is out of it. AOD is out of it. They both lay there trying to regain some composure. AOD is slowly gettin up has blood all over him. He picks up the metal stairs to the ring. He raises above her head and he attempts to drop on his face and she rolls out of the way. Toxic Angel gets up and she spears him in his knee. He goes down to one knee and Toxic Angel jumps on ring and she hits a hurricana from the ring apron and AOD neck seems like it snaps. He gets up slowly with Toxic Angel waiting and she jumps of the turnbuckle and hits him with the POISON! He is out cold and Toxic Angel falls on him and the ref starts to count...
Toxic Angel wins the match and the ref raises her hand up in the air and gives her back the title. AOD is laying outside of the ring with blood and stares her down as she is walking back up the ramp slowly holding her ribs. |
Written By Silkk |
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Green: Who the hell would try to KILL someone like this? I mean fuck!
Page: Who knows man. Someone with no balls trying to take us out like that. Green: Call me inspector Green now because I am going to go through this locker room and find out WHO DID IT!! Tann: Whoever we find out did this shit is gonna have HELL TO PAY. I will guarantee that! Stewart: I am with you though Green I have a few suspects... Green: Dont worry DJ we got your back covered! |
Written By Chris Green |
Title: None Match Type: Single Match Bane Vs. Shaun Stewart |
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Announcer: Heading to the ring at this time hailing from Youngstown,
Ohio, 5'10", 180 lbs.... Shaun Stewart.
Johnny V: I have to say Shaun is looking in good form tonight as he
enters the ring and begins to losen up for the war ahead of him.
Announcer: His opponent hailing from New York City, 6'1", 205 lbs,
accompanied by his Manager Bones.... Bane "The Dark Angel" Crow.
Smokey Green: You got that right Johnny when you say this is going to be
a war. Bane is looking for some revenge tonight over the loss of the Tag
Team Gold to Stewart and Amaru. And I think he just might get it. Bane
does have a slight advantage of height and weight on his side as well.
Johnny V: Bane sure looks ready, willing, but I am not sure about able,
Stewart is on of OWF's best.
Bane has a evil grin on his face as he extends his hand for a pre-match
handshake. Stewart looks at it and pushes Bane's hand away, prompting
Bane to smack Stewart across the face. Stewart touches his reddened
cheek before rearing back and slapping Bane. Bane then throws a forearm
right to Stewart's mouth, sending him back a step. Stewart lunges at
Bane with a punch of his own, but Bane ducks it and sweeps his legs out
from under him. He goes for a quick cover but Stewart pushes him off.
Both men run at each other and Bane attempts a clothesline from Hell,
but Stewart ducks it.
Stewart turns around and tries to hit a clothesline of his own but Bane
ducks it. As Stewart turns around Bane hits a snapmare and quickly locks
in a side headlock. Stewart struggles to his feet, but Bane is still
maintaining the hold. Stewart manages to wiggle out and locks in a
armbar on Bane.
Bane rolls onto his back and then kicks up. He then locks in an armbar
of his own. He then jumps onto Stewarts's back and locks Stewarts's
other arms in his legs. He pulls back and stretches both arms hard,
Stewart manages to get his foot on the rope and Bane is forced to
release. He stands up and holds Stewart in a power bomb position, but
Stewart punches Bane in the head repeatedly and goes for a hurricanrana,
Bane pulls him back and tries to throw him down but Stewart resists.
Bane just pushes his legs and Stewart flips back onto his feet. The two
men stand, staring at each other as the crowd cheers.
Johnny V: Both men appear to be equal in the early goings of this
matchup.
Smokey Green: True but all it takes is one right move and it will give
either one of them a clear advantage.
Bane and Stewart walk up and gets in each other's faces again. Bane
then, taking Stewart off guard, swiftly kicks him in one knee then the
other.
Johnny V: Looks like Bane may be trying to take away Stewart's mobility.
Smokey Green: That would leave Stewart a sitting duck for Banes
quickness and ring ability!
Bane Irish whips him and as Stewart comes flying back, Bane falls onto
his back, clutches Stewart's and rolls into a half crab. He then places
his knee on Stewart's head and bends his body into a 'U' shape, applying
extra pressure on the back and legs. Stewart reaches out, trying to grab
the ropes but is unable to. Stewart begins heel-kicking Bane in the head
with his free foot until Bane breaks the hold.
Bane straddles the ropes as he gets up. Stewart gets up and runs at him
but Bane back body drops him, but Stewart is well aware of his
surroundings, manages to land on the apron. He kicks Bane in the back,
sending him towards the center of the ring. Stewart springboards and
attempts a front flip dropkick but Bane catches him and delivers a
devastating backbreaker. Bane goes for the pin� 1.....
2..... Kickout!
Bane doesn't waste any time and picks Stewart up for a torture rack.
Stewart refuses to give up, so he releases Stewart's legs, slingshotting
him into a DDT. Rather than going for another pin he picks Stewart up
for a suplex. He lifts him up but Stewart spins and lands on his feet,
behind Bane. He goes for a school boy rollup, catching Bane off
guard.... 1.... 2..... Kickout!
While Bane tries to get to his feet Stewart dives at his head with his
knee. He runs to the corner and jumps on the turnbuckle as Bane starts
to get up. As soon as Bane faces him he jumps off and hits a beautiful
moonsault body block. Instead of going for the pin he mounts Bane and
stiffly punches him in the head twice. Bane slaps him in the face,
prodding him on calling hm a bitch. Stewart punches him again. Bane
manages to throw Stewart backwards off of him and get up quickly. As
Stewart is getting up Bane hits a tremendous discus clothesline, which
causes sweat to erupt from their bodies. Both men are down. Bane
struggles and somehow makes it to his feet first.
Bane catches his breath, and Stewart rolls out of the ring, also catches
his breath. Bane exits the ring and chases Stewart. He grabs Stewart and
attempts to throw him into the steel guard rails, but Stewart reverses
the move and sends Bane flying into the Guard rails. Bane begins to hold
his back as he falls to his knees. Stewart runs at Bane and attempts a
spear, but Bane dodges the spear and leaves Stewart running right into
the railings.
Smokey Green: I have to admit, both competitors are so evenly matched..
This match is outstanding!
The ref starts a count Bane gets Stewart to his feet and throws him back
into the ring. Bane follows, and once both men are in the ring Bane
begins to give some cocky kicks to the face of Stewart. Bane than picks
Stewart up and throws him into the ropes and when Stewart comes back,
Bane connects with a Belly-To-Belly suplex.
Johnny V: That almost sent Stewart back to the outside!
Bane is fast to his feet and begins to lift Stewart to his feet by the
hair. As he lifts him, Stewart deliver a forarm between Banes legs and
lands it right on the money! Bane bends in pain forward and Stewart
rolls him up into a small package. The ref jumps down for the count 1...
2... Bane manages to power out just in time.
Smokey Green: There both starting to slow up now, there close to spent.
you have to give them credit they are giving it their all, neither man
will give an inch.
Both men are back to their feet. They begin exchanging left and right fists, gradually getting weaker and weaker.
Smokey Green: Both men have given their all out here...
Johnny V: And it's beginning to take it's toll on both of them...
Shaun Stewart pushes Bane back and attempts to go for a clothesline, but Bane grips Stewart and falls back, executing the...
Smokey Green: DEATH DROP! This one could be over...
Bane quickly covers Stewart and the regeree begins to count...
Smokey Green: This one IS over!
The bell rings and Bane lays there on the mat, getting his energy back. He then rolls out under the bottom rope and begins to make his way up the ramp...
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Green sees none other than Joseph Storm and Alexis Rose and runs into then...
Green: YOU DID IT!!! Where you at 7:43 pm tonight!?
Rose: He was busy getting ready for Shyne! Now get the fuck out of our faces before WE BREAK YOUR FACE champ.
Green:(whispering) Stewart I think they are innocent....
Stewart:(whispering back) These douche bags are a waste lets get out of here..
Green: I proclaim you guys innocent!!! Storm doesn't have THE BALLS to try and take one of us out..
Green laughs and Stewart just gives them a stare and walks off...
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Written By Chris Green |
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We see a large empty room with picnic style tables everywhere. There's a consession booth which isn't open, closed by a steel window. There's is absolute silence as Greg Jackson creeps into the room. He sees the consession stand is closed, making him scowl in disgust. However, he sees a bin. A GLORIOUS bin! All sorts of canned goods are inside this bin. Cream corn, green beans... ALPHAGETTI!!! This is all donated food, of course, for a canned food drive for the needy. Such a good and noble cause... Greg starts grabbing some of the cans.
Greg Jackson: Beef-a-roni BABY!!!
Greg uses his shirt as a container of sorts to hold the cans, when he hears a voice behind him... it's the voice of Twizted Angel.
Twizted Angel: HEY! That's for the poor people!
Toxic Angel: GET HIM!!!
Greg Jackson: OH SHIT!
Twizted Angel rushes into the room, as does Toxic Angel. They corner Greg, but Greg has positioned one of the tables between himself and the two men. Toxic and Twizted then go after Greg from both sides, causing Greg to climb the table and run to safety... that is, until Greg runs into Jacen Frost. Greg holds his shirt with the cans with his left hand, and with his right, he takes a swing at Jacen Frost.
Greg Jackson: HUJJAHHHHH!
Greg's punch is blocked, and Jacen counters with a punch of his own, sending Greg backwards. Using his amazing intellect, and his former pitching arm, Greg picks up a can from his shirt and hurls it towards Jacen, but he ducks... and the can hits Glacier in the chest. GLACIER R NOT HAPPY!!!
Glacier: No one throws Cream of Mushroom soup at me and gets away with it!
With Glacier and Jacen Frost in front of him, Greg turns around to run away, but finds Twizted and Toxic Angel blocking his way. Defeated, Greg cowers to the ground to accept his inevitable beating like a man... A whimpering, pathetic man. The scene cuts as the four people stomp Greg on the ground.
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Green and Stewart bump into none other than Brutality!!!Green looks up at this huge mammoth individual...
Green: I dont think this guy could fit in a car I mean shit... Stewart: True man. Brutality: What are you guys saying!?
Stewart: Nothing at all! You are innocent of the crime!
Green and Stewart walk off...
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Written By Chris Green |
Title: North American Title!!! Match Type: Singles Shyne (c.) vs. Joseph Storm |
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The lights in the arena go out as Archie comes across the PA and says "CHI-TOWN'S FINEST" His words echo throughout the arena as white lights scan the arena, blue strobe lights start flashing, and smoke starts to pour out onto the stage. "WE READY" by Archie hits the PA as Shyne walks out with Sara Nuberrie, The lights stop scanning and come down in one beam on him, he's posed like Randy Orton with the North American Championship around his waist. The crowd goes crazy, the cheers are deafening and the SHYNE name chants seem to never end. Pyro blasts all around him and Sara as the lights come back on and Shyne walks down the ramp. The cheers havent died at all, still at deafening levels. Shyne signs are seen all over the arena as He hops on the apron and holds the ropes for Sara. She gets in the ring, He hops up on the top turnbuckle and poses like Randy again. He repeats this on all three of the other turnbuckles. He then stands in the middle of the ring, pacing as Sara exits the ring and waits at ringside. 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. The bell rings while Shyne and Joseph Storm circle each other in the centre of the ring. They stare straight into each others eyes with cocky smirks on their faces.
Johnny V: With all of the hype that has gone into this match, everyone is expecting nothing short of an historic event tonight.
Smokey Green: You can say that again! This match could be as brutal and memorable as any pay per view match that we've ever seen in our lives!
Johnny V: I wouldn't go that far!
Shyne darts at Joseph Storm with a clothesline, but Joseph Storm ducks, then grabs Shynes arm in a standing arm bar.
Smokey Green: We've finally got started here tonight.
Shyne starts punching into Storms ribs with his spare arm until Storm releases his grip. He then grabs Storms arm and throws him into the ropes. On the rebound he jumps high into the air and knocks Storm in the jaw with a devastating knee. Storm hits the mat hard and rolls around, holding his jaw in pain. Shyne climbs to his feet and starts cockily taunting the fans. He walks over to the side of the ring where Alexis Rose is standing and opens the ropes, mockingly daring her to climb into the ring.
Johnny V: She isn't going to get into the ring!
Smokey Green: Can you hear what Shyne is saying?
Johnny V: No. What is he saying?
Smokey Green: I don't know, was just wondering if you knew.
Johnny V: You fucking...idiot!
Shyne laughs as Rose declines. He then stands up and turns to Storm who drop kicks Shyne in the jaw and sends him crashing through the ring ropes. Shyne rolls across the outside mat and gets onto wall fours. Storm climbs through the ropes, then leaps off of the ring curtain with a leg-drop to Shynes head. Shyne lies flat out on the outside as Storm climbs to his feet again.
Johnny V: Well, Shyne wasted his early advantage in this match by being too arrogant.
Smokey Green: I guess that it's his own fault.
Joseph Storm rolls into the ring and gets in the referee's face, talking trash to him for no real reason. On the outside Shyne staggers to his feet, only to be low-blowed from behind by Alexis Rose. When he drops down to his knees holding his 'prize' Alexis walks around in front of him, then hold her hand up in the air before slapping him around the face. Shyne falls backwards and is very quick to his feet. He grabs Alexis by the hair and starts yelling into her face. Just then Joseph Storm does a baseball slide to Shynes face, sending him straight into the security barrier.
Smokey Green: This isn't fair!
Johnny V: All is fair in love and war, Green.
Smokey Green: Don't start this again.
Storm pulls Shyne to his feet and rolls him into the ring. He then checks with Rose that she is alright, before rolling into the ring. He pulls Shyne to his feet and places him against the turnbuckle. He punches Shyne a few times before jogging to the opposite turnbuckle. He then charges at Shyne and leaps up to complete a body-block on him, but Shyne drops down and rolls out of the way, sending Storm straight into the turnbuckle. Storm staggers backwards, holding his ribs in pain.
Smokey Green: The tables have turned!
Shyne staggers to his feet and quickly clotheslines Storm down to the floor. Storm slowly gets back to his feet, his ribs obviously still hurting him. Shyne grabs Storm in a DDT hold, but begins kneeing him in the ribs repeatedly, before releasing the hold. Storm staggers backwards and is kicked in the gut. Shyne quickly hooks the arm before executing his finisher on Storm!
Smokey Green: TYME TO SHYNE! This has to be over!
Shyne quickly covers Joseph Storm.
No one in the arena can believe it asJoseph Storm gets his shoulder up! Shyne definately can't believe it and gets right in the referees face. He shoves the referee back and starts angrily poking his chest, yelling at him. He then starts cussing at Amexis Rose who claps for Joseph Storm. Shyne turns around and pulls Storm to his feet. He hooks him up for another finishing move, but Storm refuses to let the hold continue.
Johnny V: Joseph Storm refuses to fade out, out there.
Smokey Green: Can you blame him? That finisher HAS to hurt!
Shyne goes to knee Storm in the ribs again, but Storm grabs Shynes knee, before standing upright, pulling Shyne into the air. He then spinebusters him straight into the middle of the ring, causing Shynes skull to rebound off of the mat with a loud crack.
Johnny V: Forget finishers, that could take ANY man down!
Joseph Storm goes to take a breather, but Alexis Rose starts hitting the side of the ring, yelling at him to get on with it. Storm stands up, hazey but functioning, before grabbing Shynes legs.
Smokey Green: Listen to these fans! They know what's about to happen!
Storm hooks Shynes legs tightly, before rolling him over, locking in...
Smokey Green: QUALITY CONTROL!
Shyne wiggles and squirms, before reaching out for the ropes...but he can't reach them! He moves closer and closer to them until he can reach them...but Alexis Rose holds the ropes back!
Smokey Green: That's cheating!
Joseph Storm drags the move back out to the middle of the ring, before leaning right back, close to snapping Shynes back in half...literally.
Johnny V: How much more can Shyne take? How much more?
Shyne lets out one last cry, before starting to tap out. Joseph Storm refuses to let go of the hold as the bell rings. He continues to lean back as Shyne lets out some more cries. Eventually the referee manages to get Storm away. Shyne lies in the middle of the ring, holding the base of his back as Storm rolls out of the ring.
Smokey Green: Storm got the job done here tonight!
Johnny V: You can say that again! Society, one, stupid thugs, zero!
Joseph Storm and Alexis Rose make their way up the ramp as the fans roar for them. Alexis holds Storms arm up in the air in celebration before they head through the titantron curtain. Suddenly we see Joseph Storm stumble back as none other than former OWF North American Champion Drake is standing right there with a baseball bat!! His eyes are narrowed as he glares down at Joseph Storm who's clutching his ribs after the shot with the baseball bat! He looks down Storm and smirks, as he reaches into his tights...AND PULLS OUT A HAND FULL OF MAGGOTS FROM HIS CROTCH!!! HE PUTS THEM INTO HIS MOUTH AND BEGINS TO CHEW AND SPITS THEM ON JOSEPH STORM!!! Alexis Rose is backed up hiding behind the referee as he is yelling at Drake to get the hell out of the arena! Drake grins picking up the North American Title belt and licks it before laying it on Storm's chest and exits
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A small Chinese man walks down the hallway with a large paper bag in his hands. He stops in front of a locker room and is about to knock on the door, but Greg Jackson walks up and stops him.
Greg Jackson: Is that my Chinese food? GREAT, it's about time!
Greg Jackson takes the bag and begins to walk away.
Delivery Guy: Wait! Where's the money?
Greg Jackson: The guys in that locker room are paying for it!
The delivery guy knocks on the door and Bane answers the door.
Bane: Where's the food?
The delivery guy points in Greg's direction. Greg is a long way down the hall by now, walking swiftly.
Greg Jackson: Ha HA mother fucker! I'll give you the left overs!
Greg holds the bag in one arm, and with his free hand, he flips off Bane. Greg's progress is stopped, however, as he walks right into AOD. AOD grabs the bag from Greg's hands.
Greg Jackson: Aw shit! Ok, but can I at least eat with you guys?
Bane is now behind Greg as he finds himself between both members of Dark Forces. Bane punches Greg in the back of his head, causing Greg to fall to the ground. Then Bane and AOD, while still holding the Chinese food, begin stomping Greg down on the ground. After what seems like an excruciating amount of time, they stop and make their way back to their locker room.
Bane: Sorry, we don't take left overs!
They close their locker room door, as Greg slowly gets up.
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Green and Stewart are walking through the back and this time they see Grant Glidewell talking on his cell phone...Green walks up to him and taps him on the shoulder, Glidewell just turns around and continues talking on his cell..
Green: This guy here REAKS of being GUILTY!!! Coming up with some devious plan I bet to take you out next Stewart!! Stewart: No shit Sherlock! Glidewell gets off his cell phone Glidewell: I didn't do it. I dont even care about that shit or anything right now! Stewart: Hhhmm testy ehh?? I see how it is. I think we found the culprit!!!
Green: Alright man its on!!! I will announce later tonight in front of the entire world who the culprit is. Static has figured out the assassin!
Green and Stewart walk off giving each other a high five...
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The lights dim and a few times and then suddenly GHOST OF TOM JOAD hits the speakers and the fans instantly rise to their feet booing louder than they have all night... Page, Stewart, Amaru, and Green come out...They stroll down to ringside and get into the ring...Green is calling for a mics...
Stewart: Ok everyone! quiet down! The fans start booing louder and then start chanting Static sucks repeatedly... Page: Not shut the fuck up and listen! Respect Static and give us your silence! Amaru: Speak from where you was fucked last and shut up. Green: Ok listen everyone I have an announcement to make. Static all of us as a team have figured out who the assassin was. I also have caught him and he is on handcuffs in the back so what I am going to do is simple. I am going bring Dude Job out here right now. He is going to get first dibs on kicking this guy's ass in front of the world!!! Stewart: Exactly. Tonight the world we find out WHO ATTEMPTED TO MURDER yes I call it MURDER Dude Job by hitting him with a car! Page: Let me tell you this punk is a low down piece of trash too. Bastard... Green: Would DUDE JOB PLEASE COME OUT!!! Ghost of Tom Joad hits once again as at the foot of the ramp is none other than Dude Job the fans give a mild reaction as he walks down to the ring. Green sits on the ropes and helps him in because of the limp he has...Green hands his mic over to Dude Job Dude Job: I am ready to find out who the fuck did this. I am stoked!(handing the mic back to Green who is signaling for it)
Green: The world truly thinks the assassin was none other than Grant Glidewell. I have found out some interesting footage though contradicting that accusation that I wanted Dude Job to see personally on who this man is...Dude Job please watch...
In the picture is Static talking just shooting the shit.. we can hear what they are saying...
Stewart: Dude Job is failing us miserably.. He never even shows up anymore what the fuck is that?Amaru? Page? Green you wanna just get it taken care of already?
Green: I put my seal of approval on this...
Page: When someone isn't pulling their weight it makes us look weak...I am all for it.
Amaru: Hey I gota agree guys. We don�t have time for slackers on our team. It has to go through. Besides it is a better investment.
The scene shifts to right before the card...Green and Stewart are standing there waiting when a black Lincoln pulls around the corner and it stops in front of Green...Green looks into the window and you can get a view of who it is.. ITS NONE OTHER THAN DYNAMIC DYNAMITE!!!!
Green: He shoudl be here tonight DD...
Dynamite: So you want me to pull around the corner and hit him?
Stewart: Yes. Exactly. Welcome back man...
Green and Stewart walk off and once again there is more footage of the car hitting Dude job over and over again... and a voice over. WHEN YOU SEE THE STATIC... YOU'RE FUCKED..as the scene cuts back to the ring as all of Static is standing there laughing. Dude Job looks around... you can see the anger in his face as its getting red...
Stewart: With my utmost pleasure. The NEWEST MEMBER OF STATIC. THE MAN WHO TRIED TO ASSASSINATE AND KILL DUDE JOB "Mr. X-Rated" aka "The X-Rated Icon" Dynamic Dynamite!!!!
All of Static stand there clapping...as Lets Fuck by Kottonmouth Kings hits the speakers and the fans rise up instantly booing even louder than before...Dynamite enters the foot of the ramp with his entourage and huge grin on his face.. He gets on the mic..as Dude Job stares as if he is staring a hole right through him...
Dude... You look like you are seeing a ghost bro? I mean you would have never figured that the rat bastard who would run you down would have been me? I mean come the fuck on?! Why wouldn't it be the man who trained you back in the day? Why wouldn't it be the man who you know you are afraid of? See Dude.... I was happy out in Hollywood banging fine women, and acting in a few movies here and there. I was happy about not having to get into the wrestling ring, or even smelling the putrid scent of these fat pigs in the crowd.. You see Dude the only reason I came back was simply for one thing.. STATIC! I got a call from Green a few weeks ago and he said you were in the fold, but hadn't shown the true loyalty for the family. So he got with Tann, Amaru, Stewart, and Page to come up with the answer. ME! They knew it was time to get the problem solved, and I got a call saying they needed the man back! And why not? I was one of the original group! Green, myself, Williams, Stewart, Game, Amaru, and Titan 3; we bled the name. Now even though a few of the faces are different these guys still bleed for the family and will do whatever they can! I am the same way, and with that it was only natural for "Mr. X-Rated" aka "The X-Rated Icon" to make his comeback! In this case and this case only.. WHEN YOU SEE THE HEADLIGHTS... YOU'RE FUCKED DJ!!
Dynamite runs to the ring as Dude Job tries his best to fight off all 4 of static in the ring.. but he is far too injured. He walks literally right into the PAGE PLUNGE! and hes down as Dynamite starts to kick at him over and over again.. Dude Job is not coughing up blood as Dynamite hits CREATIVE CONTROL ON HIM!!! Green then just tosses him out of the ring as all of Static celebrates...Tann comes out now and is clapping at what has taken place...Ghost of Tom Joad hits as the fans start throwing things into the ring once again... Green holds up the world title to even more boos...
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Title:None Match Type: Grudge Match Sean Page vs. "The Bout It One" Michael "Silkk" Carrington |
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Smokey Green: It has been a crazy night Johnny, a REAL crazy night. But now...this is what we've been waiting for.
Johnny V: We'll be seeing "The Bout It One" in the ring for the first time since the Pay Per View. He's been in a REAL shitty mood Smokey. But Sean Page has alot of confidence, some would say he's real cocky about his chances. But hey...sometimes you have to be in this business!
Smokey Green: Yeah that's true...but the time for talk is over. Let's see if he can back it up!
Kellie Mewes: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is schedule for one fall...
Before Sean Page's music can even hit, we see Page fall out from the gorilla position (entrance way), with Silkk following him! The crowd pops loudly as Silkk is trash talking like mad, and drills Page in the ribs with a HARD kick!
Smokey Green: And it looks like we won't have the introductions! We don't need them quite frankly Johnny!
Johnny V: Well I do! Hell I don't even know who the hell Sean Page is! He's in Static, yes. He took out Silkk's brother Marcus Keene at the PPV absolutely! BUT who in the hell is he?!
Smokey Green: Well right now, he's on the wrong end of Silkk's rage! That's who he is!
Silkk pulls Page up by the hair and drills him with another hard right hand that staggers Page down the entrance ramp. He's trying to keep as much space between he and Silkk as possible, as Silkk continues to advance. When Page makes it to the ring side area, he simply kicks Silkk in the stomach and that slows the big man down. Page then hits Silkk with some well placed right hands before he rolls into the ring. Silkk rolls into the ring after him and the bell sounds, officially starting the match.
Silkk simply charges at Page, it almost looked like he was going for a collar, elbow tie up, but he simply bulled Page into the corner and began to throw a flurry of rights and lefts to Page's midsection. He then steps back and drills him with a HARD chop to the chest causing the crowd to let out a LOUD "WOOOO". Page's chest is already turning red as Silkk connects with another hard chop, and the crowd roars out with yet another loud "WOOOOO" as Page is clutching at his chest in pain. Silkk is ready to hit Page with another chop, and walks right into a thumb to the eyes from Page! Silkk staggers back holding his face in pain as Page runs out of the corner and drives Silkk down to the mat with a beautiful bulldog! Page explodes back up looking down at Silkk with a glare. He begins putting the boots to Silkk, showing an aggressive mean streak. He then pulls Silkk up and sends him into the ropes. When he comes back, Page catches him with a shot to the body doubling Silkk over. Page then bounces off the ropes and drops Silkk with a beautiful spinning neck breaker and goes for the cover.
1..2..SILKK KICKS OUT!
Smokey Green: What an exchange! Page showing some skill in that ring right now! Are you impressed yet Johnny?
Johnny V: He looked pretty good there, but I don't think he'd be in Static if he didn't know what he was doing!
Silkk starts making his way to his feet and Page catches Silkk with a hard chop to the chest and Silkk clutches at his chest in pain. Page then bounces off the ropes and takes Silkk down with a flying shoulder tackle. Page then nips back up and bounces off the ropes quickening the pace, and catches Silkk with a drop kick the body and Silkk clutches up tight after the drop kick and Page stands there with a cocky smirk on his face holding his arms up in the air and he's met with a LOUD chorus of boos. When he turns back around, he can see Silkk on his knees starting to get back to his feet, and he catches Silkk with a HARD right hand that almost rocks Silkk's teeth right out of his mouth. He then catches Silkk with a hard kick to the stomach taking him back down to the mat. He then pulls Silkk up and delievers a DDT to the mat and goes for another cover.
1..2..SILKK KICKS OUT!
Smokey Green: And it's not enough to finish off "The Bout It One" Johnny!
Johnny V: It's going to take WAY MORE than that to finish off Silkk. Page is starting to learn that I think.
Page plants a big boot to Silkk's stomach, and then he exits the ring and goes under the ring to grab a steel chair and rolls back into the ring.
Smokey Green: AND HERE COMES THE STEEL CHAIR!
Johnny V: Well, it is a grudge match Smokey, anything goes!
Page puts the chair down to the mat and pulls Silkk up to his feet and gets him into another front face lock, looking like he's ready for another DDT! Yet Silkk holds strong and sends Page down to the mat, smacking the back of his head off the canvas! Silkk is down on his knees trying to get his breath back into his body. Page is clutching at the back of his head in pain after being sent down to the mat. Silkk pulls himself to his feet holding onto the ropes for support. Page makes his way to his feet and bounces off the ropes going right at Silkk, and Silkk ducks down, AND BACK DROPS PAGE OVER THE TOP ROPE AND HE HITS THE FLOOR HARD!! The crowd pops loudly as Silkk is starting to kick it into the next gear as he is feeding off the crowd! He exits the ring and pulls Page up to his feet and throws him into the steel steps, knocking them apart with the force of the Irish Whip. Page is layed out on the floor in pain after flesh met steel and steel won again. Silkk then picks up the steel step, and holds it up HIGH in the air ready to slam it down onto Sean Page! As he slams the steps down, Page rolls out of the way and the sound of the steps hitting the floor rings loudly through the arena. Silkk follows after Page who is trying to crawl away as best he can, finally making his way under the ring. Silkk simply grabs him by the boots and pulls him out from under the ring. Page is clutching something to his chest as Silkk pulls him up, AND PAGE SPRAYS SOMETHING IN SILKK'S FACE! The crowd boos loudly as Silkk is flailing around, unable to see ANYTHING! Page starts putting the boots to Silkk on the outside.
Smokey Green: THAT SON OF A BITCH! I KEEP BELIEVE THIS! I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS! HE SPRAYED HIM IN THE EYES! And look who the hell is on his way out!
Johnny V: It's the boss man...it's Bryan Tann!
The crowd boos loudly as Tann makes his way down to the ring with a cold grin on his face. He's watching Page stomp away on Silkk and he nods approving of the attack. Page then steps back, pulling Silkk up. Tann gets right in Silkk's face trash talking him and simply slaps the hell out of him! Tann then kicks him in the gut, and when he doubles over, Tann catches him AND DELIEVERS A T-BONE TANNPLEX, PLANTING SILKK TO THE OUTSIDE!
Smokey Green: OH MY GOD! T-BONE TANNPLEX ON THE OUTSIDE! OH MY GOD! THAT SON OF A BITCH!
The crowd pops loudly.
Johnny V: What in the hell?!
Smokey Green: IT'S KENYON CARRINGTON! THAT'S SILKK'S BROTHER!! HE'S COMING OUT TO HELP HIS BROTHER!
Kenyon rushes down to the ringside area and drills Sean Page with a HARD right hand, fighting like a bat out of hell! The two begin throwing rights at each other going absolutely nuts on one another! Tann simply comes up behind Kenyon Carrington, and drills him with a low blow! Tann glares down at Kenyon Carrington and begins putting the boots to the younger Carrington as Page is recovering from the assault. Tann is going to town, pounding away on Kenyon Carrington, WHEN SILKK OUT OF NOWHERE TURNS TANN AROUND, AND DRILLS BRYAN TANN WITH A HARD RIGHT HAND!! Tann staggers back from the right hand, and Silkk continues hitting Tann with rights and lefts before finally clotheslining him over the barricade sending the 50% co owner into the crowd! Silkk grabs some water from a nearby fan pouring the water into his eyes to try and wash the rest of the spray out of his eyes, one eye however is closed. He glares at Page who is now in the ring calling for Silkk to get into the ring! Silkk simply rolls into the ring and Page starts planting boots to Silkk. He then pulls Silkk up and hits him with a HARD right hand and Silkk just glares at him. Page hits him with another hard right hand, and Silkk just glares at him again! Page's eyes widen shocked that he wasn't able to floor the big man! Page goes for another right hand, and Silkk catches him with a right hand of his own! Page staggers back and comes back going for another right, and Silkk catches him again! He sends Page into the ropes and clotheslines him HARD to the mat! The crowd pops LOUDLY as Silkk glares down at Page! Kenyon Carrington makes his way to his feet and is egging his big brother on, and Silkk simply hoists Page up onto his shoulders...AND DELIEVERS THE DRIVE BY!! THE DRIVE BY!!! Silkk explodes back up and is about to go for the pin, but Kenyon jumps onto the apron yelling at his brother and pointing to the corner. The crowd pops loudly as Silkk nods and climbs the turnbuckle!! The crowd is going INSANE as Silkk mounts! Tann makes his way over looking to try and knock Silkk off the top...BUT KENYON TACKLES TANN TO THE MAT AND BEGINS TO THROW A FLURRY OF RIGHT HANDS AND SILKK LEAPS AND CRUSHES SEAN PAGE WITH THE FROG SPLASH FROM O-TOWN AND HE HOOKS THE LEG!
1...2...3!!!!!
The crowd pops LOUDLY as Silkk stands up tall in the ring!
Kellie Mewes: Here is your winner, "The Bout It One" Michael "Silkk" CARRINGTON!!
Smokey Green: Silkk beat the odds! He beat the oddds! Page came out with a game plan! Bryan Tann came out to help out...and Silkk and his younger brother Kenyon got the job done!
Tann: WOAH WOAH WOAH WOAH!!!! CUT THE DAMN MUSIC!!! CARRINGTON!!! Or should I say CARRINGTONS! YOU DON'T PUT YOUR FUCKING HANDS ON ME! Silkk! You worthless sack of shit! You think you're so tough?! You think you're so fucking bad!? YOU STUPID BASTARD I'VE BEEN AN OWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, I AM A FUCKING ICON IN THIS BUSINESS!! I RULE THIS FUCKING COMPANY WITH AN IRON FUCKING FIST!!! YOU DON'T LAY A HAND ON ME! YOU AND YOUR MILK MAN'S SON LITTLE BROTHER DON'T TOUCH ME!! Kenyon Carrington! You think you're the shit?! Well bitch, welcome to the OWF BECAUSE NEXT WEEK YOU FACE THE MONSTER OF STATIC, AMARU IN A HARDCORE MATCH!!!
The crowd boos loudly at the sound of Amaru's name.
Tann: And you Silkk? You'll have to watch your little brother's debute match from that shithole in Norman that you call home! MICHAEL CARRINGTON....YOU'RE FIRED!!! SECURITY GET THAT PIECE OF SHIT OUT OF MY BUILDING!
Smokey Green: That...that spiteful son of a bitch! HE CAN'T DO THIS!
Johnny V: And Silkk can't believe it! He just won a big match...and he's been fired! And here comes security!
The security guards enter the ring and Silkk is glaring down at Tann, and he can't believe what has just happened!
Smokey Green: Silkk is in shock...he can't believe it! He almost looks broken hearted...this business is his love! This business is his life! And....and he's been fired!
The security guards simply take Silkk back to the back as he shakes his head looking down troddin and upset as he's forced out. Kenyon Carrington makes his way out with his brother however, keeping the ring clear as Tann enters the ring again.
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The main event has finished and what a result! Inside the arena all of the fans are egarly awaiting Blades surprise from Bryan Tann. Many of the fans are trying to guess their way through it as we return from our commercial break.
Smokey Green: Well here we are...it's time for it all to be revealed! That bastard is still in the ring looking like he doesn't have a care in the world! DAMN BRYAN TANN!!
Johnny V: You'd better watch it or you'll be next! I've been looking forward to this all night...Tann won't disappoint us...
Johnny V: The fans are relentlessly hating Bryan Tann...it would seem that they're still sour about his decision.
Smokey Green: Still sour?! He flat our betrayed them!
Johnny V: Whatever Green...don't cry about it.
Bryan Tann grins a bit on the mic as the crowd boos loudly
Bryan Tann: While what I've done lately isn't really...popular, I still stand by what I've said before. So let me tell you people something, I have bled for you. I have broken bones for you! I HAVE MISSED EVERYTHING just to keep you people happy. And this is how you react? Michael Carrington is a HACK plan and simple. And the OWF is better WITHOUT him! And I'll tell you something right now, you can boo ALL you want. But in the end, I will do whatever in the hell I want to do! In the interest of business of course!
The crowd boos loudly.
Bryan Tann: Althought I will say this...speaking of business. My best friend, The Master of Disaster...
The crowd pops loudly
Bryan Tann: He knows how to turn a profit and make a buck! So Blade? GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE MY FRIEND BECAUSE I HAVE A SURPRISE FOR YOU!
"Flammen" by Rammstein hits over the Pa's sound system speakers and Blade walks out from behind the titantron curtain to a hoard of cheers. He looks left and right at the fans as they cheer for him. He then makes his way down to the ring before climbing up the steel steps and through the ring ropes. He climbs up the turnbuckle nearest him and holds his right arm in the air, sending the cameras in the arena into a frenzy.
Blade then climbs down and walks to the opposite turnbuckle, repeating the routine. He then climbs down and Bryan Tann hands him one of his two mics. Blade signals for his music to cut before pacing back and forth while Bryan Tann continues to hold the book close to himself.
Blade bring his mic up to his lips.
Blade: So...what's the surprise Tann?
Bryan Tann laughs.
Bryan Tann: All in good time, Blade. We go way back, don't we?
Blade: Sure...since uKw anyway.
Bryan Tann: Yeah...and we've had nothing but success on our hands since we first teamed up. I mean, the Definition Of Pain stable set a landmark in this business, only surpassed by Static...
The fans boo as Bryan Tann continues talking, ignoring them.
Bryan Tann: ...and when you began to manage me the ONLY factor hindering success was the uKw management. Then came OWF and together...we have made this franchise THRIVE!
Blade nods, agreeing.
Bryan Tann: So anyway, I was thinking about this and I figured that...seeing as you haven't maybe recieved all of the respect that you SHOULD recieve in this business...that I'm going to show the world what you've been through.
Bryan Tann holds the book out in front of him.
Bryan Tann: Blade...this is YOUR life!
This gets a mixed reaction as the lights dim and the titantron comes to life.
Smokey Green: Woah, this is cool! Bryan Tann really didn't spare any expense for this surprise! Are you impressed, Johnny?
Johnny V: A little...
The titantron shows a quick review of Blades career. We cut all the way back to the Summer of 1998, where we see a much younger and more rugged looking Blade first walking through the Warzone WF arena entrance. We see Blade standing backstage face to face with the guy who brought him in, Sephiroth and tagging with his first ever tag team partner, Chris Greeves. We then see him and Greeves holding the Warzone WF tag team titles over their heads. We then see Blade standing in the ring as the ring is surrounded by just about every Warzone WF superstar in the gauntlet match which would be the end of his Warzone WF career. We cut to the end of the match where just about every wrestler is beating on Blade.
Smokey Green: I'm sure Blade doesn't want to be reminded of this...
Johnny V: Hey, Tann isn't sparing any detail...I like that.
We see Blade lying in the middle of the ring in a pool of blood when the scene slowly fizzles out and into static.
The lights in the arena come back and we see Blade in the middle of the ring on the floor and being stomped by Bryan Tann and Chris Green.
Smokey Green: HOLY SHIT! BRYAN TANN IS AT IT AGAIN!
Johnny V: I LOVE THIS BUSINESS!
Amaru and Shawn Stewart come charging down to the ring and stand along side Chris Green and Bryan Tann with smirks on their faces. Chris Green then tells Bryan Tann to step back before taunting Blade. Blade gets up onto his knees, obviously in a whole other world. Chris Green pulls him up to his feet before kicking him in the gut and hooks his head ready for the Fall From Grace. Blade shoves Chris Green forward, knocking Shawn Stewart into the turnbuckle. He then spins around and hits Bryan Tann in the jaw, flooring him. Amaru runs at him, but is kicked in the gut and is recieves a brutal Jagged Dagger, laying him our in the middle of the ring. Blade leaps back to his feet and spins around, but is clotheslined to the floor by Chris Green. Blade is quick to get back to his feet and goes for a clothesline of his own, but Chris Green ducks...and Bryan Tann comes out of NO-WHERE with a chair shot!
Smokey Green: HOLY SHIT!!!
Johnny V: Blade was just knocked into next week!
Smokey Green: Next week?! Next year more like!
Blade lays in the middle of the ring, staring up at the rafters on the arena ceiling with his eyes glazed over. Bryan Tann and Chris Green congratulate each other while Shawn Stewart helps Amaru to his feet who looks a little dazed. Bryan Tann stoops down and picks up a mic. He then stands right over Blade, staring into his eyes. Blade mutters something weakly.
Bryan Tann: Why Blade? Why? I'll tell you ALL why!
Bryan Tann lowers his mic and looks around at the fans as they boo him. A brief chant of "asshole" circulates.
Bryan Tann: I NEVER ASKED YOU TO SHOW UP IN MY ORGANIZATION BLADE! I NEVER ASKED FOR YOUR HELP! But what did you do? You decided to buy up stocks in MY FUCKING COMPANY WITHOUT EVEN ASKING ME IF IT WAS ALRIGHT?! I don't think so! YOU BACKSTABBED ME YOU MOTHER FUCKER! AND THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU BACKSTAB "THE LOOSE CANNON" BRYAN TANN!! THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS YOU FUCK! YOU CAN TAKE YOUR PUNK ASS BACK TO UKW, OR WHEREEVER THE FUCK YOU COME FROM! BECAUSE YOUR SERVICES IN THE OUTSIDER WRESTLING FEDERATION ARE NO LONGER REQUIRED!! YOU'RE FIRED!
"Walk" by Pantera hits and Bryan Tann drops the mic onto Blades chest. Bryan Tann along with his Static stable members exit the ring and begin to head up the ramp to a sherade of boo's.
Smokey Green: This is horrible! Blade might be out of the game for a long time! I mean...can Bryan Tann even fire the 50% Co Owner?
Johnny V: I don't know if can or not Smokey, but he just damn well DID and trust me, more power to Bryan Tann isn't a bad thing! It means we'll be seeing more scenes like this week in and week out!
Smokey Green: Do you have ANY morals?
Johnny V: Not really.
Smokey Green: Tune in next week everyone for an update on Blade's condition!
The screen freeze-frames with an image of Bryan Tann, Shawn Stewart, Amaru and Chris Green holding each others hands in the air while Blade remains bloodied in the ring.
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