|
 |
|
|
We cut from black to the outside of the arena where a massive amount of biohazzard teams are outside. We see a black limo pull up and getting out of it is Jesse Williams and Godsmack. Jesse Williams - What the fuck is this shit? Biohazard Specialist - Sorry sir we're just about done here. We got a call of possibility of anthrax. We had to clear the arena but there appears to be nothing so the show will still go on tonight. Godsmack - Five bucks says Steel's got something to do with this. Trent Steel - Really? Gee wouldn't be the first time you were wrong. Both men turn around to see Trent Steel behind them. They both rare back to attack him but Steel just smirks. Trent Steel - Great idea guys start a fight with the cops and anti-terrorist units everywhere. You guys really want to get detained that you miss your matches? They both back down. Godsmack - Your a dead man walking after that stunt you pulled. Trent Steel - Gee that sounds like a familiar threat? Tell me are you taking speaking lessons from Dominator again? Williams - Don't push it Steel. Godsmack - Well if it wasn't him that did this I bet it was. Trent Steel - If your thinking Draco, Angel, and or anyone else they're being detained right now. Everyone but me and CJ are still getting checked out. Not saying they didn't call it but if your looking for someone running around the arena it isn't any of us. Williams - Then who the... Trent Steel - Who do you fucking think idiot! Prez CJ - Harbinger Z! CJ walks over to the group. Prez CJ - You two are the last ones you got to go get checked out. Williams - The fuck I... Prez CJ - You do it or you don't compete tonight you got it and I'll strip you of your world title shot. Godsmack - Come on. They both walk off leaving Trent and CJ alone. Prez CJ - This shit has got to stop. Trent Steel - Well what do you want me to do about it. CJ gets right in Trent's face almost up to his shades. Prez CJ - I'm cutting you loose! Find this fucker and finish him off. I know he's gonna show up tonight. He has to! And when I find out who he is, he will pay. You better find him first. Trent Steel - No problem.
This is a new generation.. A new breed of talent... Whispers fill your ears as the intro to music begins to play. They fade as the singing begins. If you feel... So empty.. So used up.. So
Let Down.. If you feel so angry.. So ripped off.. So
stepped on.. Your not the.. Only one. Clips of the new breed of OWF as well as old footage passes over your screen as "Riot" by 3 Days Grace plays in the background. The opening segment of Addiction grabs your attention and the theme itself becomes addicting.
We cut live to the Pacific Coliseum in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada. The fans are going nuts as we zoom in to the announcers booth. Burst - ...Damn, you threw me off! Falcoon - AHOOOO! Welcome fans to the end of the Canadian Tour! Kissens - I'm going to miss Canada. Burst - Me too. Falcoon - I'll be glad to get home! Kissens - Well, we're giving the canadian fans a very big night of matches before we head back to the states, including Draco versus Godsmack in a Network AND WoW Title Match! Burst - Yeah, that should be a great match. Falcoon - Don't forget Williams versus Plague in the PDA Trials and Tribulations Tournament. Burst - That's still going on? Kissens - Yeah. Whoever wins gets to face Draco for the PDA Title at Clash of Champions, y'all. Falcoon - Imagine seeing Williams and Draco in another match together. Chills just thinking about it. Kissens - Me too! OWwwww! Burst - Ugh. Falcoon - Well let's get this st... Static. The feed is cut and cut back on to the backstage area where we see a black and white camera of Trent Steel walking around backstage with the OWF World Title over his shoulder. He opens up one of the backstage doors and dives out of the way as a bomb goes off. We see the camera get dropped and a black robed figure run over and start attacking the world champion. The force of the blast plus the assault has knocked Trent for a loop. The figure brings him over to the camera. Harbinger_Z - Remember ME! Your going to stop me! Do I need to get my nailgun again Steel? Trent Steel - Go...fuck yourself! Harbinger_Z - Defiant to the end but tonight is not the end of you. Oh no. Not by a fucking longshot. I got bigger fish to fry than you. He turns the camera around to see a picture of Jesse Williams Harbinger_Z - Tonight. Your nightmare begins! We cut back to the announce team. Falcoon - Harbinger is after Jesse Williams. Kissens - I wish we knew who this guy was already. Burst - I mean, this is probably a dumb question, but why would he hate Williams so much more than anyone else does? Kissens - Good point. Falcoon - The fact remains, Jesse Williams is a marked man! We cut backstage. The area is buzy as people are scrambling around trying to keep Addiction rolling along. A few familiar faces run by the screen before the camera focuses on a door that reads "Team MYFYLLYA". From the right we see a figure walk up to the door and kick it in, before rushing inside. The camera follows the man inside as he stands before only Angel, who slowly rises to his feet. The camera pulls back to reveal the man as Jesse Williams. Angel and Jesse Williams are eye to eye for the first time since August and you can cut the tension with a knife. Neither man moves, as Angel calmly keeps his eyes locked on Jesse's eyes, while Jesse is having a hard time holding back his anger. Angel - Can I help you? Williams - I just came in here to personally welcome you back, Angel. Angel - Gee, thanks! Means a lot coming from you. Williams - Oh, you're welcome. And, as a welcome back gift, I'm going to beat Trent Steel for the OWF Title and then force you to use your Rematch Clause. Angel tilts his head as he continues to look at Williams. Williams - That's right. I don't care what it takes. I haven't forgotten what you did, and you will pay. Angel laughs. Angel - We'll see, buddy. I think you're going to be making a huge mistake challenging me, but oh well. I still will get my hands on you at the PPV. Williams - You're right. Not tonight. I already have a stalker on my ass. Not to mention Trent Steel. AND I have to face Plague. Williams shrugs. Williams - So maybe another time, another place? Just then from behind Jesse, Draco walks into the locker room. Draco - What the fuck? Angel - It's cool. He was just leaving, if he knows what is good for him. Jesse looks back at Draco, then to Angel before he walks towards the door. On the way out, he bumps his shoulder into Draco's injured right shoulder. Draco - Man, I hate that asshole. Burst - I hate him too, Draco. He makes me wish murder was legal once a year. Falcoon - NICK! Kissens - That's horrible! Burst - Oh shaddap and call the first match. Falcoon - Uhh.. Burst - What....No shows? Kissens - Damnit! Y'all! Falcoon - So now we have to do filler? Kissens - And not break kayfabe right Gordie?! Falcoon - Uh yeah. There is silence for a second. Burst is handed a piece of paper from off screen. He looks it over quickly before looking into the camera. Burst - Folks. It is a sad time tonight. Falcoon - Why's that? Burst - Someone, is...retiring. Kissens - We all know you are quitting. Burst - Not me, dumbass. Falcoon - Then who? Burst holds up the white piece of paper he was handed from off screen and reads from it outloud. Burst - Effective as of January 28th, 2008...James Dunn will no longer be a Contracted OWF Wrestler. Kissens - Awlll, not cool y'all. Falcoon - That is sad. Burst - It sure is. He will be having his final match at Clash of Champions. Falcoon - He's had a long career. Kissens - Yeaah. Burst - So, tonight, we won't be seeing Quest K.I.N.G. versus James Dunn. Falcoon - Shocker. Burst - Instead, we are now setting up for the first match of the night, it is Round Two of the PDA Trials and Tribulations Tournament. Falcoon - It's a match we've seen before, Jesse Williams versus Plague. Kissens - But neither of them have ever been in a Bed of Razor's match, y'all. As the ring technicians set everything into place in the ring, we suddenly cut backstage again. We see Trent Steel after being beat up by Harbinger_Z walking around backstage. Suddenly we see him come face to face with Angel. Angel stands there glaring at Trent who notes that Draco is also behind him. Trent Steel - Good to see you. Angel just glares at him. Trent smirks. Trent Steel - You want it? I know you both do. I know why you came back and that's fine. Trent looks over his shoulder. Trent Steel - You want to take me out too? Fine. I'll make you a deal. I'm not asking for your help or anything like that so hear me out. Angel glares down at him with a jackass grin. Trent Steel - You. Draco. Myself. Possibly someone else as well if the booking department really wants to spice this up. All of us. One match. One brawl. To settle everything! No New 4H. No jobbers. Just us settleing the fucking scores. Angel - What makes you think you'll still have the belt. Trent Steel - What makes you think I won't? Angel - We'll see. Trent Steel - Good man. He turns to Draco. Trent Steel - It's funny. They cheer me and hate you. Kind of a interesting mirror we got here. One of these days we got to come out with the same image. Draco just scowls at Trent as Trent walks off. Trent Steel - By the way. I've never been more proud of you Ryan. Your almost as bad as I am. How soon they forget. We cut back to ringside. Burst - Action? Please! Falcoon - Let's go to Missy Janson! Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the first match of the night. It is a Bed of Razor's Match in the Second Round of the PDA Trials and Tribulations Tournament. Win by pinfall on the Bed of Razors only! Winner moves on to face Draco for the Vacant Public Display of Aggression Championship. The fans get excited as they stand up to their feet for the first time since the opening. Kissens - They wanna see either of these two against Draco! Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada...Plague! The arena goes entirely dark and then the drum rolls of Down with the Sickness is heard throughout the arena. The words The Plague Has Struck appears on the titantron, each word at a time. Ooh Ah Ah Ah Ah The pyros blast off as the first scream in the song is heard illuminating the whole arena and revealing a man at the enterance ramp with a guitar slung over his black trenchcoat. Ooh Ah Ah Ah Ah The man slowly looks up and begins his walk down to the ring. Drowning deep in my sea of loathing Looking at my own reflection When he's about halfway, he breaks into a sprint and slides under the bottom rope. Plague raises up to his knees and then raises up and walks over to his corner. Get up, come on get down with the sickness He stops there for a moment before bracing one hand on the turnbuckle and then seamlessy jumping and landing cross legged on the turnbuckle. Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Las Vegas, Nevada...Jesse Williams! The lights go black as a deep, eerie growl is heard over the PA. Immediately we hear dirty, distored guitars come in before being followed by the drums kicking in. Walk around the room with a glaze in your
stare. As the music dies down a bit, we see Jesse Williams walk out from the back. The lights come back up to a normal setting. He holds a bottle of water in his hand as he slowly struts down the ramp. He takes his time walking towards the ring, making sure to take in all his surroundings. He gets to the bottom of the ramp and stops as the music starts to kick back in. NOW YOU'RE DOING THE WALTZ WITH YOUR MURDERER! Walk around the room with a glaze in your
stare. YEAH! He slides into the ring, immediately holding his arms up as the repeated pounding of the drums resonates in the minds of all the fans watching him. He walks to the side of the ring closest to the cameras. He places his left foot on the middle rope, and his right foot on the top rope as he takes a sip of his water. He holds his arm up as he spits the water into the air as the vocals kick back in. Mediocrity is the killer. You find yourself helpless. Strobe lights flicker all over the arena as Jesse climbs back down off the ropes and gets into his corner. He begins stretching, using the ropes and getting himself prepared. He laid emeralds in her eyes, And we painted crooked lines, All I know now is regret, The music dies down and Williams stands up straight, awaiting the beginning of the match. Burst - Ring the bell, bo! Uncle Bo - YOOOOO! On the side of the ring is a Bed of Razors and scattered on the outside of the ring are 2x4's wrapped in barbed wire. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) The two men circle each other slowly, waiting for the other to make the first move. Each time they walk past the Bed of Razor's, they lose focus on the match and concentrate on the sharp Razor bed. Plague walks by and stares down, which gives Jesse an opening. He takes it by nailing a dropkick to the knee of Plague, knocking him face first down to the mat. Jesse hops back up, pulling Plague up by his hair. Plague counters with a short elbow to the gut of Williams, followed by a european uppercut that staggers Jesse up against the ropes. Plague goes for a haymaker, but Jesse ducks and pushes Plague up against the ropes now. He chops the chest of Plague so hard that it echos in the arena. He unleashes another knife edge chop before yelling "WHOO!" outloud. Falcoon - Williams takes control early here. Kissens - He's on a role y'all. I don't know if he can be beat. Burst - I cannot leave with Jesse on a win streak. Falcoon - Well, your contract wasn't renewed, so you don't have a choice. Burst - Prick. Jesse irish whips Plague across the ring. As soon as Plague hits the ropes and bounces back, Williams makes impact with a running clothesline. Burst - Shit, any harder and I would have had to catch Plague's head. Kissens - Wouldn't be the first time Plague gave you head. Falcoon - Hahahaha. Burned by Kissens. Burst - NO! It wasn't even funny! Gave me head and being decapitated are two different things! Falcoon - Sure buddy. Williams bends down, wasting to no time as he drags Plague back up to his feet. He pushes him back up into the nearest corner and lifts Plague to a seated position on the top rope. Jesse climbs up to the second rope, hooking Plague up for a suplex but Plague counters with right hands to the midsection, before he pushes Williams down to his back on the mat. Plague tries to regain his senses as his adrenaline fades. He stands up to the top rope, but as he pushes himself up, Jesse kicks up to a standing position. He charges the corner, jumping up to the top rope on the right side adjacent to the corner, next to Plague, and immediately bounding off and wrapping his legs around Plague's neck. Falcoon - Oh my god! Williams flips backwards, nailing a top rope Hurricanrana on Plague, who narrowily misses the bed of razors, as both men lay in the ring hurting badly. Kissens - Plague was almost mince meat! Burst - Canadian bacon would be on the menu. Falcoon - See, Cannibalism isn't funny. Burst - Your face is funny. Falcoon - ...Uh, yeah. Plague rolls out of the ring, collapsing to the floor on the outside while Williams has gotten up to a seated position leaning against the ropes. The fans boo heavily as Williams uses the ropes as leverage to pull himself back up to his feet, while Plague is only up to one knee on the outside. Jesse walks over to the side of the ring nearest to Plague, leaning between the top and middle ropes trying to pull Plague back into the ring. He grabs him by the hair, but Plague turns around and obliterates Jesse across the face with a barbed wire 2x4 he picked up while kneeling, as it splinters into hundreds of pieces and the barbed wire slices flesh. Falcoon - OH MAN! Plague...out of nowhere... Kissens - Jesse is busted WIDE open. Burst - Like your pussy. Falcoon - Ooooohh! Plague collapses on the outside and drops the broken half of 2x4 he was holding. Meanwhile on the inside, Jesse is holding his face, which is bleeding heavily. He pounds the mat as he gets to all fours. Blood starts to form puddles in the ring where Jesse's head has been pressed against it. Plague stands back up to his feet as the fans get behind him. He picks up another 2x4 wrapped in barbed wire and holds it high as the fans cheer even louder. Falcoon - He wants to do some damage! Plague slides into the ring, holding the 2x4 in his right hand. He stands behind Jesse Williams, who is just getting up to his feet. He stumbles around, before turning to face Plague. Plague swings for the fences with the barbed wire 2x4 but at the very last second, Jesse ducks. Plague turns around and Williams attempts a clothesline, which Plague ducks but he drops the 2x4. As Jesse turns, Plague nails The Vaccine right to his jaw, sending him back down to the mat. Kissens - Superkick! Falcoon - Plague has taken back control! Jesse lays on the mat holding his jaw as Plague lays on top of him, making a cover. The referee pushes him off. Falcoon - Dumbass. You have to win by pin on the Razor Bed. Plague argues with the referee for a few seconds, giving Williams time to stand up. He reaches down, grabbing the barbed wire 2x4 and jamming the end of the board into the back of the head of an unexpecting Plague. Plague stumbles forward and falls down to only knee holding his head. Jesse grabs a hold of the razor-sharp barbed wire and pulls it off of the 2x4. He uncoils it the best he can as he wraps it around the head of Plague and bends it so it stays on him. Kissens - Look at the pain on Plague's face. Blood is everywhere! Falcoon - I can't watch! The barbed wire is wrapped around his forehead and again around his jawline, and the more Plague struggles the deeper it digs into his flesh. Blood runs down his face and onto his chest as he pushes himself back up to his feet, he turns around only to be knocked down to the mat with a huge superkick from Williams. Burst - Jesse returned fire with his own superkick. Williams bends down, pulling the barbed wire from the face of Plague. He discards it to the outside of the ring. Plague lays barely moving in the middle of the ring as Jesse slides out of it. He walks over to Missy Janson and Uncle Bo. Williams - Get lost you freaks! Uncle Bo - Whadydydyaaa Eyem fhat! I needuhchairrrr! Vulcun grasshole! Missy gets up, but Uncle Bo is slow to move. Williams pushes the large man down to the floor, and he doesn't seem to be able to get up. Jesse grabs both of the steel chairs they were sitting on and folds them up. He walks back to the ring, sliding both chairs into the ring. He follows them in as Plague has now gotten up to his feet. The fans get behind the extremely bloody Plague, and it seems to motivate him. Williams, on the other hand, ignores everything except for his plan. He opens up both chairs and puts them facing each other. He reaches down, lifting up the Bed of Razors with ease and placing it across the two chairs -- forming a mini-table near the corner where Williams slid in, with the Bed of Razors using the chairs as supports. Falcoon - This doesn't look very good! Burst - I know. Uncle Bo STILL hasn't gotten up. Kissens - I think he's talking about the Bed of Razors bridged over two chairs. Burst - Oh. That, too. Plague stands up as Williams aligns up the bed of razors. When he turns around, Plague unleashes a horribly stiff shot to Jesse's stomach, bending him over. Plague nails two forearm strikes to the rib area of Williams before tucking his head between his legs. Plague lifts Williams up into a Crucifix Position. Burst - If Plague nails this, it's over! Williams slides down Plague's back, landing on his feet and turning around. Falcoon - Counter... As Plague turns around, Jesse kicks him in the stomach and tucks Plague's head between his legs. He faces the Bed of Razor's and wraps his arms around the waist of Plague. Kissens - Oh no! Williams tries to lift Plague, but Plague doesn't budge. Williams tries again, but to no avail. Plague reverses and goes for a back body drop. Burst - OH shit! Williams misses the Bed of Razor's by about an inch as he hits the corner backfirst and falls to the mat. Plague looks incredibly frustrated and he slides out of the ring, pulling Jesse down off the apron and to his feet on the outside. He hits a hard right, followed by a strong left elbow before he irish whips Jesse as hard as he can shoulder first into the ring steps. Both of the black steel steps fly in different directions, but Williams still lies where he made contact with them, holding his arm in a lot of pain. Plague slowly walks over to Jesse, lifting him up as Plague stands on top of one set of the steel steps. He holds Williams in a DDT Position and he makes a cutthroat motion with his thumb across his neck. Falcoon - Plague is calling for the -- Just then Williams lifts Plague up with a Northern Lights Suplex, but instead of flipping Plague backwards, he twists him around into a front powerslam position. Burst - Oh what the hell is this! Williams sits out, driving Plague straight down on his neck and shoulders. Falcoon - Modified Emerald Frosion! Kissens - Hum-e-nah-wah? Falcoon - Don't worry about it. Plague lays out on the outside of the ring as Williams stays in a seated position. Williams pushes himself up to his feet and rolls back into the ring, laying on his back as he catches his breath. Plague is slower to get back to his senses, as again the crowd keeps on pushing for him. Plague grabs onto the apron and pulls himself up onto the mat, rolling inside of the ring. Both men lay dazed for a few seconds before Williams pushes himself up to his feet. He stands, egging Plague on. Plague pushes himself up to his feet and he motions for Williams to bring it on. Williams charges, but Plague his a drop toe hold and Williams hits his forehead on the Bed of Razors. Blood spurts out in every direction as he staggers back up to his feet with blood in his eyes. Plague kicks Jesse in the gut and sets him up for a suplex. He lifts Jesse up into a vertical suplex position and holds him there for a few seconds. He tries to position himself near the Razor Bed, but instead, Williams kicks his legs and is able to land back down on his feet, still holding Plague in the suplex position. Plague has his back to the Bed of Razors and Williams hooks his leg. He quickly lifts Plague up into a Fishermans Suplex position, before bringing him right back down with a Sit-out powerbomb on the Razor Bed. It cracks in half with the pressure as Plague lays on both halves of the bed of razors. Kissens - Get some help out here! Williams puts his arm across the chest of Plague...1...2...3! Missy Janson - Your winner, and moving on to the finals of the PDA Trials and Tribulations Tournament...Jesse Williams! Falcoon - So we are going to see Draco versus Jesse Williams at the Pay Per View. I cannot WAIT for that. Kissens - I know, it should be great y'all. Burst - I have to say, my final card is mounting up pretty nicely. Falcoon - I'd say. We see Jesse start getting up very slowly as the match is over when suddenly out of the rafters come a cloaked figure wearing a white "Angel" mask! We see the guy cut the bungee rope and dropkick Jesse before he hits the ground. Jesse rolls as Godsmack races down to the ringside area followed by Trent Steel. Harbinger_Z gets up and starts to make a run for it but is blocked off by Plague. Plague hauls off and decks the guy in the throat. Trent and Godsmack slide into the ring and double superkick Harbinger out of the ring. Harbinger gets up as fast as he can and grabs something from his cloak pocket. Trent dives at him as HZ hits the switch. BOOM! Smoke starts escaping from under the ring. Plague and Godsmack get out of the ring and try to help Steel as tech crew runs down with fire extinguishers. The ring is slightly singed by the time they are done but the lights go out. When they come back up we see Trent Steel laid out busted open in the head. Godsmack is nearby not busted but on the ground. Jesse hasn't moved yet from the kick to the neck. Plague is holding H_Z's mask. There is a mad dash of someone running out of the arena through the crowd. The cops try to catch him but they won't find him. Falcoon - Damn that fucking asshole! Burst - Fuck this! I'm done. No way I am going to continue tonight. We cut to see President Chase Johnson walk out from the back. He begins to walk down the ramp, past the destruction left by Harbinger. He gets himself into the blood soaked ring and pulls a microphone from his front jacket pocket. Prez CJ - Cut the music! I have had it up to here with this shit. No more threats. HARBINGER!! At Clash of the Champions I got solution for your little threats. You like to come here and beat people up but you don't ever stick around. I got a solution to that! At Clash...your taking on Plague! The crowd cheers as paramedics start checking on Jesse and put him on a strecher and take him to the back. Godsmack goes to the back to check on Jesse as Trent starts to come around. Plague helps Steel to his feet and can barely keep the guy standing. Whatever he was hit with has definitely affected Steel's already concussed head from the last pay per view. Prez CJ - Just to make it even better. Cage match! With a special stipulation. We're putting a top on it. You don't get to run. The only way out is to win. Two men enter. One man leaves. If you lose Harbinger your going to be unmasked and arrested! If you win you get a shot at The New4H! The crowd is going crazy as we cut back to the announcers and CJ leaves. Burst - Strong words from the President. Falcoon - He wants this guy found. Kissens - I don't blame him. Falcoon - Time for a commercial break!
FIVE CHAMPIONSHIP TITLES ONE NIGHT THE ULTIMATE CLASH OF THE CHAMPIONS!
Falcoon - Welcome back folks. If you are just joining us, you missed one hell of a match between Plague and Jesse Williams. Kissens - And more Harbinger_Z drama! Burst - It's getting deep in here. Falcoon - Plague will face Harbinger_Z in an enclosed steel cage at Clash of Champions. Kissens - I'm worried about Harbinger hurting Plague. Burst - Well that isn't for two weeks, so worry about the Main Event instead. Falcoon - That's right, let's head to Missy! Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the Main Event... The fans erupt with cheers. Missy Janson - It is for both the OWF Network and WoW Championships..Coming to the ring first, he is the WoW Champion, from Barrie, Ontario, Canada...Godsmack! PA System - Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up....Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up! "Smack my Bitch Up" By Prodigy begins to blare throughout the arena as the lights turn to darkness except for a select few single yellow lights beaming down on the entrance as out steps "The Immortal" Godsmack from behind the curtain carying the women's championship by two fingers dangling down to his side. Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up.... Godsmack continues to walk down the ramp as the chorus of boos can be heard throughout the entire arena echooing throughout the halls. Garbage is being launched from every direction flying past, or occasionally bouncing off a body part of Godsmack as he shrugs each blow of pepsi off and slides quickly into the ring as the garbage continues to be thrown at Godsmack. He climbs one of the tunrbuckles and flips off the crowd as that prompts more garbage to be thrown as the lights slowly come back on. Falcoon - This is going to be a war. Burst - You know it. Missy Janson - And his opponent, he is the OWF Network Champion, from Whitesboro, New York...Draco! The lights go dark in the arena and the fans hush to whispers in anticipation of what will come. The hushed crowd is cut off by an eerie chorus of little girls singing. Ring around the rosies The voices scream the last word and a majority of the audience covers their ears from the high pitched assault. In the background a low pitched hum is heard. The fans start to stand up as the wail of a guitar is heard joining in with the low pitched hum. The fans are on the feet cheering already. All eyes on the darkened entrance ramp. The screen flickers to life flashing name after name of the OWF roster.
Ashes, ashes The children's voices return are seen scrolling along with the names on the big screen just before the vocalist of Circle of Red begins to sing out the lyrics to "Suffer". The names and words fade slowly and bring the arena back into darkness. The guitars are reaching their peak. The drums are kicking in. The fans are still cheering and on their feet. Your words are a scalpel The screen kicks to life and red lights around the entranceway flicker on and off with the beat of the drums. The silhouette of a man is seen. Red light shown behind him. His head is down and the screen flickers to life cementing the identity of that man as Draco. A bloodied and battered Draco holding a title above his head. It is the Network Title. Another clip shows Draco in much the same bloodied state holding the OWF World Title. The music starts to get harder as the two images start to flicker to life. The videos are grainy and look as if you are peering at them through a thin layer of blood. SUFFER! SUFFER! As the last two words are screamed through the PA a series of explosions rip from either side of the stage in a synchronized motion to the center in front of the entrance way. The explosions slowly getting bigger until the last. A figure is seen in the middle of the entrance as the explosion erupts. The man has his head down and his arms out hanging at his side. Three titles are seen in his hands reflecting the red light as they sway in the man's grip. Thick clouds of smoke from the pyrotechnics hang in the air as the heavy rock music continues. Broken as I seem to be The smoke starts to clear and Draco is seen standing there with his head still down. The Network and both Tag Titles exposed to the world as he puts them over his shoulders with a blank expression on his face. The ash and soot covering his shoulders and face. He looks up towards the ring showing his oddly dull blue eyes. His wrists taped as they normally are, but his right shoulder is still bandaged up slightly. His scarred chest is showed once more. This thin white scars that people find hard to look at, no hope. He starts to walk toward the ring with no showmanship, no act, nothing, but a mission in his head...to make his opponent suffer. ...suffer... A low whisper is heard through the rock music. Draco stands in front of the ring just staring at it. He slides into the ring as the PA sends a low roar, almost demonic speaking that one word. SUFFER! Draco stands in the ring as the lights start to fade back down to their normal state. Draco stands there still half covered in the soot and char from the explosions of his entrance. The music slowly dies both Tag Titles over his shoulder not caring about them all. His Network Title treated much the same way. Just caring about the bell. Kissens - I can feel the tension. The referee holds up both belts. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) As the bell rings, both men charge each other, hitting the other with whatever they have in them. Each man gets in some devastating blows, but they stand firm disregarding pain. Draco gets the advantage early, pushing Godsmack back into the corner and nailing him with a few hard right knees to the abdomen. He irish whips Godsmack across the ring, but Godsmack reverses and instead Draco is running towards the opposite turnbuckle. He hits back first and he stumbles out towards Godsmack who attempts a spear but Draco is able to avoid it at the last second by rolling to his right. Both men get up, and meet in the center of the ring -- again trading punch for punch. Falcoon - I don't think war was even the proper word! Kissens - These two hate each other. Burst - And Godsmack doesn't want to wear a dress. Godsmack gets the edge this time, nailing Draco with a right forearm that pushes Draco up against the ropes. Godsmack goes for another forearm shot but Draco catches it and nails an arm drag on Godsmack. Draco hurt his shoulder a bit, but he is quick to get back up to his feet. Godsmack is as well as he hops right back up only to be taken back down with a hip toss. Draco hops back up and Godmsmack get frustrated with himself. He approaches Draco very slowly as Draco stays in a kneeling stance. When Godsmack lunges at him, Draco comes up with an uppercut that Godsmack dodges at the last second. Godsmack counters with a left hook that sends Draco back down to one knee, followed by a rising right knee that sends Draco to a sprawled out position on his back. Burst - Get used to this, it's going to be back and forth all night. Falcoon - Neither will stop until they have acheived victory. Godsmack reaches down, grabbing a handful of Draco's hair and pulls him up to a seated position. He wields his leg back and nails a vicious snap kick across the shoulder blades of Draco, who yells in pain. Godsmack again nails a snap kick to the shoulder blades, again forcing Draco to emit a deep groan. He again grabs onto Draco by his hair and drags him up to his feet, only to chop him down with a thunderous clothesline. Godsmack flexes for a few seconds, before pouncing again with a hard elbow drop. Draco gasps for air as Godsmack hooks his leg and makes the cover...1...2..kickout by Draco. Kissens - First fall attempt of the night. Godsmack grabs Draco around the neck and hooks in a side headlock. Draco is able to quickly fight it off as he stands up to his feet, nailing two elbows to the midsection of Godsmack before lifting him up and dropping him onto his head with a high angle back body drop. Godsmack kicks the mat in pain as he holds his head, while Draco cautiously pushes himself back up to his feet. He stalks the fallen Godsmack before nailing a stomp to his lower back. Godsmack rolls over and Draco stomps down onto the midsection of Godsmack this time. Draco attempts it again, but Godsmack catches his foot. He pushes himself back up to his feet, still holding Draco's leg as he hops on the left one. Draco jumps and nails an ensiguri to the head of Godsmack, knocking him down to the mat. Draco quickly rolls him up as the referee slides into place...1...2...kickout! Burst - Another near fall. Falcoon - Remember folks, we will see these men in the ring again at Clash of Champions -- It is sure to tear the house down again! Kissens - The house hasn't been torn down yet, Falcoon. Draco slams his hand to the mat before questioning the referee, who simply holds up two fingers. Draco brushes him off and stands back up to his feet, waiting for Godsmack to stand up to his. Draco stays behind Godsmack, out of his sight, as he uses his hands and feet to push himself back up to his feet. As Godsmack stands, he glances to the OWF Tron to see Draco standing right behind him. He stumbles around and Draco turns, attemping a pele kick which Godsmack is able to side step with ease. Draco falls face first to the mat and hops up, only to be hit with a sharp elbow that opens a gash across his cheek right below his left eye. He stumbles backwards, catching himself with one arm on the rope as he checks the wound on his face for signs of blood. Before he can tell, Godsmack charges him and nails a clothesline which sends both men flipping over the top rope and crashing to the concrete floor. Burst - They're right in front of us Gordie, what do I do? Falcoon - Just relax! Godsmack and Draco both take a few seconds on the outside to compose themselves. Draco takes a few seconds longer than Godsmack to arise to his feet, but as soon as both men do they immediately begin to brawl with each other once again. Draco hits a hard forearm to the jaw of Godsmack and with one quick motion as Godsmack loses his awareness of his surroundings, Draco grabs him and flips him over the announcers booth with a belly to belly suplex. Kissens - WATCH OUT! Godsmack lands on the laps of the three announcers, all of which fall down to the ground. Godsmack's head misses the table by mere inches, but the impact of the suplex still is enough to keep his body shocked. Draco walks around the announcers booth, dragging Godsmack off of the announcers by his hair. Draco lays him on the concrete on the outside and mounts him, unleashing a fury of closed fist punches to the face. Draco begins to draw blood from the face of Godsmack, but suddenly Godsmack moves his head to the right and Draco's right hand impacts the cold hard concrete, sending a wave of shock up his entire arm. The pain nearly knocks him down to the ground as it reaches his shoulder. All while this is going on, the announcers resituate themselves behind the announcers table. Burst - God damnit, those bastards! Falcoon - You okay, Jackie? Kissens - Yes. Burst - I'm fine, too! Thanks for asking! Draco holds his right arm in pain as he kneels on the outside, meanwhile Godsmack uses the announcers table to push himself back up to his face. Drops of blood fall onto the assorted papers on the table before Godsmack turns on the balls of his feet, facing his adversary who is rising back to his feet. Godsmack slowly approaches Draco, who tries to play possum again but this time he is met with a hard fist right on the button of his jaw. Draco falls back up against the ring post, and wasting no time Godsmack builds up a head of steam and charges toward Draco and the ring post. Godsmack lunches, attempting a speak but Draco is able to roll out of the way at the very last second. Godsmack's shoulder impacts the unforgiving steel, and sends him cringing in pain down to the floor on the outside. As Draco sees Godsmack laying in pain, he uses this time to lick his wounds. Falcoon - There is no give from either man. Kissens - We're being treated here, y'all. Burst - I want more blood! MORE blood! Draco leans his back up against the guard rail facing towards the fallen Godsmack. As soon as Draco sees Godsmack begin to make movements back to his feet, Draco pulls himself up to his feet. Both men glare at each other from about five feet from each other -- Godsmack bracing himself on the same ring post he crashed into, and Draco holding onto the guard rail. They turn and square off, before Draco starts stepping towards Godsmack, suddenly he begins to charge at Godsmack. Out of nowhere, Godsmack shifts to the side and nails a standing side kick to Draco's jaw that drops him like a sack of potatos to the ground as the shot echoes around the walls of the arena. Falcoon - What a superkick! Kissens - I think they heard that in the next province, y'all. Godsmack falls down to one knee, before pulling himself up and into the ring as he slides under the bottom rope and lays on his stomach in the ring. A wad of blood flows down the chin of Draco, as he pulls himself up on the announcers table. Burst - Ew, gross. Kissens - Get out of here! Falcoon - He's a vampire, stay back! We'll be infected! Burst - JESUS HELP ME! Draco pushes himself up to his unsteady feet before rolling into the ring. Both men lay broken, nearly to the point of shattering, in the ring. The fans cheer loudly as the referee checks on both men. Godsmack puts both of his palms down on the mat, pushing himself up to his feet. Draco is slow to get up and Godsmack takes advantage as he grabs Draco and lifts him up into a Powerbomb position with one swift movement. He sits both of Draco's legs over his right shoulder, which hurts him from spearing the pole. Falcoon - Oh god, this isn't good. Draco reaches down, hooking Godsmack's head as Godsmack falls foward and Powerbombs Draco -- but at the same time, Draco nails a DDT on Godsmack. Godsmack falls to his back, as Draco's arm lay draped across his chest. Kissens - DRACOS ARM IS ON TOP! HE'S GOT THE PIN! The referee slides into place...1...2...3! Missy Janson - Your winner, and both the NEW WoW Champion, and STILL the OWF Network Champion...Draco! Burst - Hahahha! Godsmack has to wear a dress! Falcoon - He is gonna be PISSED when he wakes up. Kissens - I think he'll only remember this when he watches the tape. From the carnage in the ring, we cut backstage. We see Trent Steel and Jesse Williams in the back being looked at by medical professionals. Trent Steel - You dead yet Juvi? Jesse Williams - Eat Shit! Trent Steel - Charming as always. Jesse Williams - Don't get used to that belt Steel. It's going to be mine again. One we deal with Harbinger. Trent Steel - Yeah yeah whatever. I might just melt the damn thing down into a watch just to piss you off. Jesse Williams - Disrespectful little... Trent Steel - Save it! You and I could go right here and right now but you know it wouldn't be right. You'll get your shot at me no worries. You however have earned the right for one thing. Trent gets up and makes sure his bandage is on right and starts to leave. Trent Steel - I left a box outside for you. Figured you might want it. Trent comes back in with the box and opens it. It's a replica belt of the ASW World Title. Trent Steel - Something to wipe your ass with. Jesse Williams - Ahahahahaha! I can't believe you kept that shit. Trent Steel - Oh it's not mine. It's one of the many you won you just left it at the HQ. I figured you'd want it back so I was holding onto it for you. Jesse Williams - So what's that for exactly. Trent Steel - To prove a point. You see Jesse you talk about respect. You talk about legacy. That's part of it to. Here's the thing. You won this how many times and I only won it once. You call me transitional. Your right. Which is why I'm giving you this. Trent holds up the box and it has the OWF World Heavyweight Title in it. He leaves the box next to where Jesse is laying and walks out of the room. Jesse moves slowly and picks up the belt. Something's not right as he grabs the gold and see's that it is a...chocolate replica of the belt. He grabs the note inside. Jesse Williams - This is as close as your getting to your just deserts. Enjoy. From one nutjob to another I hope you realize that your dreams are like this belt in your hands. Melted away and shit by the time it's all over. Enjoy your time in the sun Jesse. It's about to set for you. We see Trent standing in the door. Trent Steel - Hope you aren't allergic to coconut. See ya asshole. Trent walks out as Jesse tosses the box at the door. Just then, we cut to the office of President Chase Johnson. He sits infront of his desk, with a classy suit draped over his body. His signature brown hair is spiked up with gel. He stares deep into the camera with his soothing eyes and bright smile. Prez CJ - I know you all planned to be heading home, or going to sleep. But I told you I had a few major announcements, and I am here to inform you of them this way, through the OWF Tron or your television set. Seeing how last week, I was interrupted by my pal Jesse Williams I guess this is the only way to go. The fans boo. Falcoon - The man poured his heart out tonight! Prez CJ - Ahem. So, let's get this started. Last week, I told you we'd be cutting two belts, right? Well, we are. As of January 27th, the Public Display of Aggression Championship and Women of Wrestling Championship will be thrust into retirement. The fans boo. Burst - No more ladies? Thank god I'm gone. Prez CJ - Now some will ask why. Just look at each division. The WoW Title is being fought amongst men, there isn't even a single woman in this federation right now. The PDA Title is only competitive because of the T&T Tournament. So, why would I have a PDA Title Tournament only to retire the title? Well, that's simple. He smirks. Prez CJ - At Clash of Champions, the WoW and the Public Display of Aggression will be unified into one championship belt -- The OWF Universal Championship. The days of the Grand Slammer are over, and the Triple Crown has begun. It will be decided in the Draco versus Jesse Williams match, where the winner will not only become the First OWF Universal Champion, but it would make them the first to complete the OWF Triple Crown of the World Title, Network Title and Universal Title. Also, the winner will have their names etched in history as the final PDA and WoW Champions. Williams has the chance to become the final Grand Slammer if he wins this match. He reaches across his desk and grabs a glass of water and sips it down, before placing the glass back on his desk. Prez CJ - So, Now that we made that clear...Let me describe to you, what will be done about the Draco versus Williams match. I was following Aphrodisia's lead with all the matches she wanted, but I am going to add a twist. JUST to make it harder on both men, I'm making it a two out of three falls match. Each fall has a different gimmick match for it. Each gimmick match will be representative of one of the three titles at stake. First Fall will be the WoW Match. A match made FAMOUS by the women in the OWF -- Glass Hell In a Cell. First fall is awarded to whoever pins their opponent, or makes them submit. This will be the first match of the night. The fans explode. Prez CJ - The second fall, which will be later in the night, will be the PDA Match, the one originally designated...The Circus Death Match. Above the ring is a scaffold and under that scaffold there is a type of circus net made of barbed wire. When a wrestler falls off of the scaffold the barbed wire spider net is there to "catch" the wrestlers. After a wrestler, or a team of wrestlers, have been thrown into the net it is cut down. Win by pinfall AFTER the net has been cut down. Now, that's only the second fall. If a third is needed, we will have our Universal Match -- A regular pinfall or submission one fall match -- we will fit this in later, if needed. CJ smiles wide. Prez CJ - Enjoy boys. Anyways, I also had a decision to make about King of the Mountain. I decided to name the first five people who will be put into the match. Now, I haven't even decided a limit on how many people yet, so I am just going by names I will be putting into the match. The first person announced for the King of the Mountain Match is no suprise -- Angel. Prez CJ - Joining him, the second man to be inserted into the KOTM match -- Trent Steel. Prez CJ - Third, a cornerstone of the OWF whether DK can admit it or not -- Draco. Prez CJ - Fourth, a man who has shown true talent and ability in his time in the OWF -- Seraph. Prez CJ - And finally, a man who goes without introductions really -- Chris Green. Prez CJ - I will make another announcement adding more to the list. I know I will stop adding names at ten, because there WILL be qualifying matches. CJ smiles again. Prez CJ - This concludes my announcements for the night. See you next week on Addiction, back in the USA! Fade to black. |
