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The camera's pan through a nearly empty lockerroom until they catch the sight of Jesse Williams. The fans cheer their champ loudly as he drops his gym bag at his feet then takes a seat on a wooden bench. Jesse Williams - What a skuzzy fuckin' arena, can't even afford a decent locker room. He shuffles through his bag but pauses and stares in disbelief before pulling out a small syringe from the side of his luggage. Jesse Williams - That BITCH! We fade away as Williams storms out of the room.
Of course the law is fountains,
or face to face remorse. DO YOU WANT ENOUGH? Do you want it all? DO YOU WANT IT OR NOT? YOU'RE RIGHT! I GET IT! Clips of the new breed of OWF as well as old footage passes over your screen as "I Get It" by Chevelle plays in the background. The opening segment of Addiction grabs your attention and the theme itself becomes addicting.
The scene opens to the backstage area where Angel is seen walking quickly down the hallway, shoving employees out of the way as he goes and stopping for nobody. His tag team title is draped over his shoulder, his hands shoved into his pockets and his torn denim jacket hanging loosely around his shoulders. Suddenly, OWF reporter Garrett Greene comes jogging down the hallway breathing heavily with a camera man behind him. He tags along the side of Angel who barely acknowledges him. Angel - Hey look, a reporter. Fuck off. Garrett Greene - Angel...Angel, please....just a word... Angel - And why should I do anything for you? Garrett Greene - Please, Angel...I'm just doing my job. The fans want to know what's going on! Angel - Nothing's going on Greene. I'm just walking down this hallway here, minding my own business...hear they got some donuts down in the left wing. Garrett Greene - It's been so long since you've last spoken to the fans Angel...just a few words? Angel - A few words about fucken what? What could you possibly want to hear about? I'm not that interesting of a guy. Garrett Greene - Yes but, these last few weeks...you've been the center of a lot of turmoil...care to comment on that? Angel - It'll all be taken care of Greene. You trust me on that. I've got my plans. Garrett Greene - Plans for what? Angel - Just know that I'm no longer going to be a ghost in my own federation. People have forgotten about me...and that's about to change. Garrett Greene - Please a little more detail...anything! Angel - I'm back Greene. That's all you need to know. I'm back. The cameras fade in to the sold out Qwest Center in Omaha, Nebraska. The tens of thousands of fans here are going wild as the cameras pan in to ringside. Falcoon - Ohhhh boy fans, can you feel it?! Kissens - I sure can. Dunn - I feel nothing. Falcoon - That's because you don't have a soul...AHHHHOOOO AND WELCOME to OWF Monday Addiction! We have a full card, packed with action lined up for you tonight. Kissens - And we have to start off right now! We cut to the back suddenly. Kissens - Maybe not. We see that Jesse Williams is standing next to two security guards, holding the syringe for each of them to gawk at. Williams - She's a lunatic fellas! She's wanted by the law! It was all over the news this morning... And she's on her way here. I suggest you inform the cops about it. Jesse pats one officer on the chest and hands the syringe to the other, the scene goes back to ringside. Falcoon - Is he talking about who I think he is? Dunn - I hope so, bitch owes me fucking money. Missy Janson walks to the center of the ring. The fans cheer loudly. Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the first match up of the night. It is for the vacant OWF Universal Championship and the winner will go on to fight in the Triple Crown Unification Match right after...Coming to the ring first, from Los Angeles, California...Ray Lopes! Yeah, come on, yeah come on Boom Bye Yeah by Sean Price blasts over the loud speakers. "RL" flashes across the jumbo tron as Ray Lopes shows up on top the entrance ramp and then makes his way down to the ring. Falcoon - This is the chance he has been waiting for. Dunn - I hope he cashes in. Missy Janson - And his opponent, hailing from Huntington, New York...Chris Green! "Famous" by Puddle of Mudd hits the system and Green walks out from the back. He strolls down to the ring in a chorus of boos, and taunts the fans as he walks. He slides under the bottom rope and stands quickly and holds up his arms as the chorus kicks in before shortly fading away. Kissens - I got Green in this one. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Lopes leans back up against the turnbuckle, and Green charges. Lopes nails a drop toe hold, smacking Green's face into the turnbuckle. Lopes rolls Green up for a pin attempt...1...2...kickout by Green. Kissens - WHOA! That would have been a record. Green gets right up to his feet where he is met with a dropkick by Lopes. Green pulls himself up then rushes at Lopes, pushing him backwards into the corner. He irish whips him across the ring and Lopes crashes back first into the turnbuckle. Green charges again, going for a spear, but Ray moves. Green dives through the ropes and his shoulder cracks the ring post with a sickening thud. Dunn - Oh shit! Green falls to the mat, rolling in pain. Lopes takes advantage and begins to stomp on his injured shoulder. He grabs Green by his right injured arm and lifts him up, onto to take him down with an arm bar take down. Green holds his shoulder in a lot of pain, to which Lopes locks him in an arm bar. Green yells in pain, but refuses to tap out. Lopes wrenches back, pulling Green's arm back over his head. Green yells in pain as his face turns beet red. Falcoon - Just give up. Dunn - He won't do it. Kissens - He wants to be on top again! Green kicks up his legs and catches the ropes, breaking the hold. Falcoon - Good for him. Kissens - Not really. The damage has been done. Green rolls in pain and Lopes takes advantage of the situation. He rolls Green into a pinning combination putting all his weight onto Green's left shoulder, so he has to kick out with his right. He is unable to do it as he screams in pain while the referee counts...1...2...3! Kissens - That's a shame. Green is hurt. Missy Janson - The winner of this match....and NEW OWF Universal Champion...Ray Lopes! Lopes stares down at Green as EMT's rush the ring. Lopes exits, holding the championship high above his head. Falcoon - Ray Lopes gets his first taste of OWF Gold. Dunn - And Green may be out for a while. Kissens - He showed such promise. We cut backstage as they wheel Green out of the arena and into the back of an ambulance. The doors are slammed shut by the EMT's and it drives off. Kissens - I hope he's alright. Falcoon - We all do. We cut from that view of backstage, to see Vacant backstage watching a television set as the main event is about to start. Trent Steel - Why not watch it out front? Vacant turns and gets in a fighting stance as Trent stands behind him. Trent puts up his hands. Trent Steel - Relax kid. If I wanted to fuck you up your head would be in the tv set right now. I'm not here to hurt you. Hell I fucking admire you. Vacant has a really confused look in his eyes. Trent Steel - Jesse doesn't know you're here does he? Vacant - You better not tell him! Trent Steel - Look I'm not your uncle and I am not your father. I think your trying to prove yourself to both of them. Do yourself a favor kid and do this for yourself. Because trust me. If you get fucked up beyond repair for them your really going to hate the real face behind that mask. By the way if you want how to do this shit properly. Trent hands Vacant a black card with the Cult of Steel label on it. Trent Steel - Call me. I'll give you lessons. Put you up at the school. You'll be free to come and go as you like. You just got to cover your food and whatever else you want. Only thing I ask is you respect the guys there just like I am respecting you right now. Leave what happens in the ring in the ring. Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to go do something fun. Oh and if I do go after your uncle and you want to try and stop me. I won't take it personally. Trent smirks and walks off as we cut back to ringside. Falcoon - Jesse is going to be pissed when he sees that. Missy Janson stands up and walks up the steel steps of the ring. Dunn - But guess what? It's time for our Main Event and it's only the second match! Falcoon - Bingo! She lifts the microphone to her mouth and begins to speak. Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the Main Event of the evening. It will not be the last match of the night, but it is our main attraction and it is the Four Corner, Elimination Style OWF Triple Crown Unification Match! The feed cuts to the backstage right in front of Jesse Williams locker room door. In the distance, the fans roar, and Missy Janson starts her anouncement. Suddenly, an employee with a headset and a clipboard comes into the scene and knocks on Williams' door. A voice calls out from inside. Williams - Come in. The employee opens the door just a crack and sticks her head in. Employee - 1 minute Jesse. Let's get going. Williams- I'll be right out. Give me a second. There's a pause for a moment and then the door opens all the way. Williams is standing there with two titles draped over his shoulders. Employee - Ready to go? Williams - As ready as I'll ever be. Employee - Alright, let's walk. The don't take more than one step before a chair comes flying around the corner and drills Jesse Williams directly in the face, sending blood into the air and his body to the floor. Employee - MY GOD! HELP! SOMEONE HELP! Angel steps slowly out from behind the corner, bloodied chair in hand, sadistic smile across his face. He walks over to Williams, who's squirming on the floor, his glazed over eyes trying to look through his mask of crimson. He drops the chair and listens to it clatter through the hallway. Angel - Sorry Williams. He kneels down, running his hand over the titles. Angel - I couldn't have you retaining your belt tonight. They would only be a distraction. He stands up again, his eyes never leaving the fallen Williams. Angel - There's only one belt you need to worry about now. Security is heard in the distance, their collective footsteps drawing nearer and nearer. Angel begins to walk away. Before he turns the corner he stops and offers one glance back. Angel - Good luck...partner. We cut back to the arena. Falcoon - WHAT THE FUCK! Dunn - His own partner! Missy continues on with her announcements as the feed dies on the OWF Tron. Missy Janson - ....Yeah, so. As I was saying...The winner of this bout will win all three championships, which will be merged and defended as the OWF Triple Crown. Coming to the ring first, from Boston, Massachusetts...He is the only challenger in this match, Piter Svoboda! PA System - Svoboda is here to get it on... so rock on, brothers, rock on! The instrumental intro to "Legend In My Spare Time" by the Bloodhound Gang kicks off, followed almost immediately by Jimmy Pop and Daddy Long Legs rapping about everything from the Loch Ness monster to Rocky Dennis. Finally the prelude to the chorus kicks in as a video recap of Piter Svoboda's career begins to play to loud boos. No rhyme Svoboda himself appears from behind the curtain, looking more poised and together in his sobriety than he ever managed in his drunken stupors. He's decked out in a garish Liquid Courage T-shirt, bluejeans belted with a knotted bike chain, and the ever present Redwing boots. He raises his arms to a cacophony of derision, then begins his run down to the ring. Go! Go! Piter stops midway down the ramp, listening to the fans boo him. He stares down at the steel, shaking his head, then resumes his sprint. Go! Go! At ringside, he attempts to slap the hands of the front row fans, but with few exceptions they pull back in disgust. He shrugs again. Go! Go! Piter hops on the apron and vaults over the top rope, stopping in the center of the ring to clutch at his back momentarily. Go! Go! He then retreats to his corner and awaits the match. Kissens - This is the match he wanted. Dunn - And it's what the fans came to see! Missy Janson - His first opponent, he has just become the OWF Universal Champion...from Los Angeles, California, please welcome back, Ray Lopes! Yeah, come on, yeah come on Boom Bye Yeah by Sean Price blasts over the loud speakers. "RL" flashes across the jumbo tron as Ray Lopes shows up on top the entrance ramp with the OWF Universal Title over his shoulder, and then makes his way down to the ring. Falcoon - And there is the new OWF Universal Champion, looking fresh and ready to go! Dunn - Good thing he took care of Green quickly, otherwise I'd think he'd be at a physical disadvantage! Missy Janson - Next out to the ring, from San Diego, California...He is the current OWF Network Champion...Kid Dynamo! Your construction...smells of corruption... The PA cuts into "Battleflag" at the moment of rhythmic prose. Behind the lyrics is a basic but ever-growing techno background. ...gotta launder...my karma... The words temporarily cease and the music builds as a backbeat evolves from sparse hits. Suddenly, there is a void of sound... I said hallelujah... The audio makes a boom as a one-time burst of pyrotechnics erupts from the stage. Immediately visible once the sparks and smoke clear is Kid Dynamo on the stage with the OWF Network Title wrapped around his waist. He takes a moment to allow his presence to sink into the audience further, then begins heading to the ring. He barely makes notice of the fans around him, choosing instead to stare forward at the ring while his mind focuses on his next action. As he approaches the squared circle, he speeds forward and slides in under the bottom rope, quickly jumping up to his feet and taking a defensive posture, then just as quickly relaxing. He moves to the center of the ring and prepares for the next event. Falcoon - He impressed me by beating Godsmack, he could come out on top here. Missy Janson - And finally, the last competitor, from Las Vegas, Nevada...He is the current OWF World Heavyweight Champion...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 with the OWF World Title over his shoulder and the OWF Tag Title over his other shoulder. The lights come back up to a normal setting as blood is running down his face still. 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 wiping the blood from his eyes. He glances at all three of his opponents as he reaches down and holds up the OWF World Title. The fans erupt as the vocals kick back in. Mediocrity is the killer. You find yourself helpless. Strobe lights flicker all over the arena as Jesse begins stretching 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. Falcoon - This is ridiculous. Dunn - Looks like Angel may do the job CJ never could. Maybe I'm the one Falcoon - What is this, now? Smoke escapes from the entranceway as Trent Steel emerges from the entranceway wearing a half white and black mask. Half of his face is normal looking with black makeup around the eye and the other is covered. Long black trenchcoat with white ankh's all over it cover most of his body. Long black opera like gloves are the only things we can truly see. Everyone in the ring looks stunned as he snaps his fingers and a black chair is brought out. From the chair he pulls out a glass of champagne and motions for them to start the match. Falcoon - This is great. Trent Steel wanted a ring side seat for this match. Dunn - He's not in the match but now everyone in the ring is going to have one eye on their opponents and one eye on that entranceway for this jerk. Kissens - This is brilliantly funny. The mask is hot too. The referee holds all three titles in the air. All four men stare at the belts as he hands them to Missy and calls for the bell as she exits. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Dunn - And we're off! All four men stand in the ring, staring at each other. Jesse stares at Piter, who glares back at him. Out of nowhere, Kid Dynamo charges and clotheslines Ray Lopes over the top rope to the outside and he follows him out. Piter and Jesse square off in the ring. They go to lock up but Piter swings around behind Jesse with an arm wrench. Jesse throws an elbow back, catching Piter and breaking the hold. Williams attempts a wide right hook but Piter blocks it and nails a left jab of his own, followed by a snap kick to the thigh that sends Jesse down to one knee. Meanwhile, Dynamo pounds on Lopes on the outside with a few hard rights before sending him back first into the steel steps. They are sent in opposite directions, but Lopes lays on the outside holding his ribs. Piter now has Jesse in a front face lock in the ring. He hooks his arm over his head and lifts him up for a suplex. Jesse floats over and rushes Piter from behind. He presses him up against the ropes, but Piter grabs a hold of them and Jesse somersaults backwards. Piter charges before Williams even stands, attempting a clothesline but instead Williams back body drops Piter over the top rope. In midair, Piter notices Dynamo in his path and he directs himself to crash down onto Dynamo on the outside. Falcoon - HOLY CRAP! The fans go nuts as Jesse Williams stands tall in the ring. He rips off his white t-shirt and tosses it into the crowd as he stares at the three men on the outside. Jesse runs against the opposite ropes as his three opponents stand up on the outside. When he runs back and reaches the ropes closest to them on the outside he springboards up to the top rope in one leap, pauses and jumps off, twisting in the air. He comes down nailing the twisting dragon attack on top of Dynamo, Lopes and Svoboda. All four men are down on the outside as the fans get even louder, echoing in with chants of "Jesse! Jesse!". Kissens - Jesse wants to stay on top. Dunn - And he's going to do everything in his power to do so. The four men begin to stir on the outside. Lopes gets up, using the apron to pull himself up and into the ring. He lays there for a few seconds before he is joined by Williams who rolls himself in as well. On the outside, Dynamo uses the guard rail to get up to his feet while Svoboda is able to pick himself with his own strength. Dynamo and Svoboda turn and face each other and without warning come to blows. Fists fly in every direction as both men tumble over the guard rail and fall on top of a few fans. They keep on fighting as security steps in to help the fans. Falcoon - This is out of control! Both Lopes and Williams are standing in the ring, looking at each other as security tries to get Dynamo and Svoboda back towards the ring. Dunn - These two guys are friends. Kissens - They live like five minutes from each other. Falcoon - And none of it matters...It's all about the gold. The two men smile and begin to circle each other. They tie up in the middle of the ring with Lopes gaining an early advantage with an arm drag followed by an armbar. He wrenches Jesse's arm, but Jesse is able to clasp both of his hands together. He pushes himself up to his feet and he picks up Lopes into a powerbomb position and drops him down to his back. Meanwhile, Dynamo and Svoboda have exited from the crowd and now battle on the outside of the ring. Piter nails Dynamo with a hard right, which propels Dynamo up onto the apron. He rolls himself under the ropes and into the ring. Piter quickly follows him in as Kid Dynamo pushes himself up to his feet. Williams comes after Piter, hitting him with a forearm that knocks him down to one knee. Jesse follows it up by lifting Piter up, but as he does, Dynamo comes from the top rope and nails a missle dropkick on both men. They both fall to the mat, stunned mostly, as Dynamo hops right back up only to be taken down with a tackle by Ray Lopes from behind. Ray begins to pound on the back of Dynamo with everything he has until Dynamo is able to push himself up and out from under Lopes. Both men stand, and Lopes nails a dropkick to the chest of Dynamo. He trips over Svoboda who is up to all fours, and Dynamo falls flat to his back. Lopes charges, spring boarding off of Piters back and nailing a leg drop onto Dynamo. He covers him...1...2...kickout! Falcoon - The Network Champion almost found himself eliminated! Dunn - What a disappointment that would be. Svoboda stands up and grabs Lopes from behind as he stands up as well. He locks Lopes into a full nelson hold, but Ray drops out of it. He kicks Piter in the chest which stumbles him back up against the ropes. Lopes somersaults backwards and up to his feet, then lunges backward towards Svoboda nailing a back elbow to the face. The fans go nuts for Ray who seems to be on top right now as Williams walks over to Kid Dynamo who is resting along the ropes. Jesse stomps him in the ribs before picking him up and tossing him across the ring with an irish whip. He bounces back and Jesse lifts him up for a spinebuster, instead Dynamo grabs his head and nails a falling DDT on Jesse. Dynamo hops right back up only to get smacked right across the face by the boot of Lopes. Kissens - What a shot! We see Trent Steel hold up a sign that says "Kid Dynamo just got bitchsmacked!". Kid Dynamo shakes off the blow and looks right at the entranceway. Kid Dynamo rolls out of the ring and runs up to the entranceway. Trent smirks as he pushes a button on the side of the chair. Fire erupts from the entranceway between Kid Dynamo and Trent. Trent Steel - Get back in the ring monkey! Dance you fuck dance! Kid Dynamo flips off Steel and rushes back to the ring.
Falcoon - Trent Steel is just friggin crazy. As Dynamo gets back in, he is met with a hard lariat from Lopes. As Lopes turns, he is met with a belly to belly suplex by Piter Svoboda. Williams slowly pushes himself up as Svoboda goes after Lopes again as he lifts him up to his knees. Piter nails Ray right across the chin with a shin kick, followed up with a spin kick to the throat. Lopes gasps for air as Svoboda charges and nails a shining wizard lifting knee to the face which sends Lopes flat to his back. Dynamo goes after the pickings of Lopes as Williams nails a bulldog on Svoboda from behind. Kid Dynamo kicks away at Lopes before lifting him up and over his shoulder. He looks for a front powerslam but as he brings Lopes forward, Ray over rotates and plants his feet down to the mat. He is now in a reverse DDT position, but he spins out of it and nails a falling neckbreaker on Dynamo. Falcoon - I am so impressed by Lopes, he seems to be dominating. Dunn - Maybe this is just his night! Kissens - Very well could be. Ray stands up and glances down at Svoboda and Williams trading blows on the mat. Svoboda rolls onto the top of Williams and mounts him, but Lopes comes from behind him and kicks Piter right across his spinal chord. His offense instantly stops as Jesse thrusts his open palm into the throat of Svoboda which knocks him off the top of Jesse. Lopes turns around, but Dynamo is there with a hard chop to the chest. He follows it up by lifting Lopes up into a suplex. Ray tries to kick his way out of it, but instead Dynamo drops him right down onto his head executing a flawless brainbuster on Lopes. Ray lays holding his head as he kicks his legs in pain. Williams grabs Dynamo from behind into a reverse waist lock. He tosses him over his head with a release german suplex but Dynamo back flips and lands on his feet. He charges at Jesse, but out of nowhere Williams nails a superkick to the jaw of Dynamo who falls flat to the mat. The fans explode as blood trickles out the side of Kid Dynamo's mouth while he lays on his back. While Williams stares at the fallen Dynamo, Svoboda chop blocks him at his knees from behind. Jesse grabs his legs as he falls to the mat. Svoboda is now the only competitor standing. Lopes begins to get up at the same time Dynamo begins to stir. The two stand up, and Lopes goes for a clothesline. Dynamo ducks and runs right into Svoboda. Falcoon - Uh oh! Out of nowhere, Dynamo stops short and nails Svoboda with the Bad Luck Charm superkick. He falls flat to his back and Dynamo turns around to face Ray Lopes. Ray kicks him in the gut and lifts him up into the air. He falls back nailing The DLE, Cradle DDT. Kissens - What a sequence! Piter falls due to the Bad Luck Charm from Dynamo and Dynamo falls to the DLE from Lopes! Lopes covers Dynamo, hooking his leg...1...2...3! Missy Janson - Eliminated from the match, Kid Dynamo! Falcoon - Well, now we know the former Network Champion will not be a Triple Crown Champion. Dynamo rolls out of the ring as Lopes stands up, holding his hands in the air proudly. Jesse comes up and smacks him in the face, trying to wake him up. Dunn - I thought they were friends. Kissens - Jesse was just telling Lopes to keep his guard up. The match isn't over yet. Falcoon - Not by a long shot. Lopes and Williams focus their attention to Svoboda who has just started to get up. He is able to fend off Lopes with a elbow to his midsection, but he cannot deflect the high angle kick to the side of the head by Williams. Lopes wastes no time and lifts Svoboda to a standing position. Ray and Jesse nod, as Lopes jumps and nails a leg lariat while Williams nails a leg sweep taking Svoboda down. The fans cheer loudly as Lopes keeps on pressing, showing no signs of weakness. He grabs Svoboda by the hair as Williams leans up against the corner, nursing his injuries. Lopes lifts Svoboda up onto his shoulders and spins him around. Ray slows down and Piter swings down and grabs Lopes into a DDT position. Williams charges attempting a clothlesline but Piter ducks. From the DDT position, he flips frontward bringing Ray's head back and nailing a huge neckbreaker. Dunn - What a move! Kissens - I've never seen that before. Piter pushes himself right up, preparing for Jesse but he is leaning up in the corner catching a breather. Svoboda runs at him and nails a climbing knee to his face. He lifts Jesse up to the top rope in a sitting position before nailing an uppercut to the jaw. Svoboda climbs up, and as he does so he lifts Jesse up onto his shoulders. Falcoon - What the hell is this! Kissens - Looks like he's going for the USA Drop. Dunn - But Jesse is near that weight limit to where Svoboda can or can't do it. Suddenly, Lopes gets back to his feet and he also hops up to the top rope. He grabs Piter in a front waist lock while he has Williams up in a firemans carry. With all of his might, Lopes tosses Svoboda off the top rope with a belly to belly suplex. When Piter lands, he smashes Jesse down hard to his back. All three men lay hurting in the ring as the fans are all on their feet. They're getting louder and louder as each individual raises the bar. Dunn - Now I know why Nick quit...My heart can't take this. Falcoon - That combination of a belly to belly suplex on Svoboda from Lopes, and flipping samoan drop from the top rope by Svoboda on Williams has left all three men down. The fans all begin cheering loudly as Lopes is the first to get up. Soon after him, Svoboda stands with Jesse following suit shortly thereafter. As Svoboda gets up, Lopes charges at him and attempts a spear. Svoboda hits the mat face first as he dodges the lungeing Ray Lopes. Ray connects with the spear on Williams, which takes him right back down to the mat. Ray stands up, looking down at Jesse. As he turns around, Svoboda catches him with a roundhouse kick that knocks Lopes through the ropes to the outside. Kissens - Ray hit his own friend. Dunn - I don't think Jesse will take too kindly to that. Svoboda follows Lopes to the outside, kicking him as he attempts to crawl away. Piter grabs Ray by his head and drags him towards the ring post and pushes him up against it. From there he unleashes a fury of kicks from different angles that slowly chop Lopes down into a sitting position. Svoboda then grabs his head and knees him straight in the face, sending his head back into the ring post and sending him down on the outside. Piter wastes little time picking up Lopes and rolling him back into the ring slowly. Jesse gets up to his feet and sees Lopes slowly rolling around in the ring, as he concentrates on Lopes his legs are grabbed from under the bottom ropes by Piter and Jesse is dragged down face first to the mat again. Svoboda quickly slides in and nails a knee drop to the back of the head of Jesse, stunning him again. Piter stands and pulls Jesse up with him, taking him right back down with a hiptoss. He drags Jesse back up and then nails another hip toss, this time he follows it up with a leg drop across his extended arm. Falcoon - Piter is systematically destroying his opponents. Piter gets back up to his feet while Lopes has a hold of the ropes and is pulling himself up to his feet at the same time. Jesse is getting up to one knee and Piter decides to step outside of the ring to gain a breather while watching Jesse and Ray in the ring. The two men approach each other and share words before Williams shoves Lopes back into the ropes, when Ray bounces back he hits Jesse with a hard right forearm that knocks him back up against the ropes. When he runs back, he nails Lopes with an uplifting knee to the sternum that flips him over onto his back in the middle of the ring. Svoboda laughs on the outside as Williams picks up Ray and hooks him up for a suplex. Lopes nails Williams with two open fists to the ribs and he lifts Jesse up into the air. Williams is able to pull himself back down, and he lifts Lopes up into a vertical suplex. He turns him so Lopes is facing him and he drops him right down onto his neck. Dunn - J-DUBZ DRIVER! Kissens - Y'all love saying that! Williams pushes himself up to one knee, trying to catch his breath. Meanwhile, Svoboda jumps up onto the apron and climbs up to the top rope. He faces out towards the crowd and moonsaults backwards. He flips around and drops an elbow drop across the chest of Ray Lopes. Falcoon - I love saying this one more...Impressive Display of Agility! Williams stands up as Piter covers Lopes...1...2...Williams kicks the side of Svoboda's head, rolling him sideways over Lopes and breaking the pinfall attempt. Williams nearly falls due to his momentum. Kissens - LOOK, Svoboda is still on top of Lopes! The referee counts again...1...2...3! Falcoon - OH shit. Missy Janson - Ray Lopes has been eliminated! Dunn - And now it's down to the World Champion and the King of the Mountain! Lopes rolls out of the ring as Williams and Svoboda meet face to face in the center of the ring. The fans are shaking the arena as both men are physically weakened by the long match. Svoboda begins with a hard kick to the thigh, that sends shockwaves up Jesse's spine. Williams counters with a back elbow to the face of Piter that stumbles him back a step. It gives him momentum to step forward and unleash a high angle elbow to the forehead of Jesse that sends him down to the mat. Blood continues to pour from his head as Svoboda falls down, mounting Jesse and begins an assault using his forearms and his elbows. Each strike comes from a different direction and even though Jesse has his hands and arms up, he is deflecting a low percentage of the amount Piter is throwing at him. Finally, Williams catches both of Piter's arms and uses his legs to flip him over. Jesse tries to pick himself up to his feet, but as he stands he falls down to one knee. He braces himself on the mat with his right hand as Piter gets right up and soccer kicks Jesse's right arm out from under him and sending him collapsing to the mat. Piter continues his assault, locking Jesse in an arm bar. Williams finds out quickly that he is in trouble in the middle of the ring. Dunn - I don't think this arm bar will be as easy to get out of as the one Lopes applied earlier. Kissens - Esspecially with that arm being so weakened. Jesse begins flailing his legs in every direction. He tries using them to pull himself towards the ropes but he just drags himself and Piter in a circle and doesn't get any closer. Piter wrenches even further back as the referee checks on Jesse. Williams screams in pain as he somehow bridges his back as he plants his feet and kicks himself over Piter to a standing position. He drops an elbow right across the throat of Svoboda, followed by wrapping both hands around his neck and strangling him. The referee breaks that off, but Williams continues his assault. He lifts Piter him and nails a huge back breaker, attacking his weak points. Falcoon - Williams is going after the bad back of Piter. Dunn - Finally taking advantage of it. Piter holds his back in pain as Williams continues the assault. Kick after kick cuts deeper and deeper into the back of Svoboda. Williams picks Piter up and Piter throws a wide left elbow that Jesse is able to avoid. He wraps around behind Svoboda, into a reverse waist lock. Piter throws an elbow back, but Jesse ducks. Svoboda spins and grabs Jesse in a DDT position. He attempts to hook him up for a suplex, but Jesse is able to avoid it. In one motion, Williams lifts Svoboda up in a northern lights suplex position. Instead of dropping Svoboda backwards, Jesse swings him around and drops him down onto his neck with an Emerald Frosion. Dunn - J-DUBZ DRIVER II! Kissens - Two? Dunn - You bet! Williams lays on the mat, completely exhausted while Svoboda holds his back and neck in severe pain. Neither man makes an effort to get up to their feet as they succumb to the pain for the first time in the match. The fans are on the edge of their seats, in the sense of the term since they have been standing all match. With each second both men are down, the fans grow louder and louder. Finally, Williams begins to move and in return, Svoboda is right behind him as they both struggle to get up to their knees. Jesse pushes himself up, but falls back up against the ropes. Svoboda uses the opposite set of ropes to pull himself up to a standing position. Both men, leaning up against opposite ropes stare at each other as they gasp for air. The fans cheer them both on loudly as they begin to move away from the safety of the ropes. Piter staggers a few steps forward while Jesse takes a few steps forward as well. They almost fall into a tie up, but once they are locked together they both receive their second wind. Svoboda grabs Jesse's arm and wrenches it from the side, Jesse yells in pain before he flips forward landing on his feet and reversing the arm lock onto Piter. Svoboda writhes in pain as he tries to free himself from the grasp of Jesse. Piter performs a somersault, followed by a kip up and he reverses Jesse's arm wrench. As soon as he does so, Williams attempts a shortarmed clothesline but Piter hooks his arm, floating over behind him. He grabs Jesse into another front face lock, looking for a DDT again but Jesse flips Svoboda up onto his shoulder with the northern lights suplex, looking for the J-Dubz Driver II again. Svoboda kicks his legs and slides down the back of Jesse. He nails a spin kick to the back of Jesse's head, which catches him, face first, up on the ropes. Svoboda pulls himself back up and charges the back of Jesse. Williams falls down to the mat as Piter approaches and he pulls the top rope down. Svoboda tumbles over the top rope, but is able to grab a hold of them as he flips. He lands, haphazardly, on the apron with his back to the ring. He turns to face the ring and when he does so he is suddenly driven off the apron, ten feet back over the announcers table and straight into the guard rail by a huge spear from Jesse through the ropes. Williams momentum carries himself through the ropes with Svoboda as both men crash on top of the announcers. Falcoon - JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! Dunn - MY CLAVICLE! AHHH! Kissens - Hey guys...Wanna party? Falcoon - SHUT UP! The announcers get up, leaving the announcers booth as both men lay in a heap behind the table. The fans are a few moments, it seems, from ripping the seats out from their solts and rioting. They are going that crazy for these two men. Both men are slow to begin moving, with Svoboda clutching his back badly and Jesse rolling around holding his left shoulder. The referee checks on both men, but lets the match continue as Jesse begins to stir. Using the chairs of the announcers, Jesse pulls himself up into a sitting position in one of the chairs to catch his breath. He watches as Piter slowly uses the announcers table to pull his entire body weight up onto his legs. His back is having a hard time compensating for the pain and he collapses onto the top of the table with his upper body. Jesse pushes himself up, climbing up onto the announcers table out of the chair and he drags Piter up with him. As they get onto the table, the announcers put their head sets back on but stay a safe distance away. Dunn - Jesse sat in my chair...I have to get it disinfected for mexicanitis now. Williams nails Piter with a hard right, he follows up with another hard right. Piter almost stumbles off the table and Jesse looks to take him out with a clothesline. Svoboda catches his arm and lifts Jesse up to a firemans carry on his shoulders. Just as soon as he does that he nails a death valley driver through the announcers table as the fans explode the loudest they have been all night. The table shatters and both men lay motionless amidst the broken pieces of wood. Falcoon - JUST STOP! Kissens - These two are going to be wheeled out of here tonight! Neither man begins moving for a few seconds until Piter begins to roll on his side towards the ring. With each roll he winces in pain from his back. Meanwhile, Jesse tries using the broken wood to push himself up and out of the mess, but it is unstable and he keeps falling back down to the concrete. Svoboda grabs a hold of the apron and begins to use all of his upper body strength to pull himself up towards the ring. Jesse digs his fingers into the concrete and pulls himself towards Piter, and more importantly the ring. Piter is able to pull his upper body onto the mat and he easily rolls his legs up and into the ring while Jesse still claws at the outside getting towards the ring. In the ring, Svoboda lays on his back gasping for air as the referee returns to the ring. The fans get behind Jesse as he grabs onto the ring apron and pulls himself up and into the ring once again. Once both men are in the ring the fans explode into a thunderous applause. Both men begin to push themselves up, getting to their knees at about the same time and eventually their feet at the same time. Williams attempts another clothesline and Svoboda telegraphs it, grabbing Jesse into a reverse waist lock. He attempts a german suplex, but Jesse blocks it and swings around back of Svoboda. He tosses Piter over his head with a german suplex, but Svoboda lands on his feet and he again grabs Jesse in a reverse waist lock. He attempts another german suplex, but Jesse blocks it. Piter then lifts his arms up to a full nelson and with all the strength in his body he flips Jesse backwards and slams him on his neck and shoulders with a Dragon Suplex. Piter bridges his legs as Jesse kicks his high into the air whle the referee slides in to make the count...1...2...3! Kissens - HE DID IT! Missy Janson - The winner of this match....and NEEEEEEEEEEW OWF TRIPLE CROWN CHAMPION....PITER SVOBODA! Falcoon - What a surprise. Dunn - Was that sarcastic? Falcoon - I'm not sure. Kissens - CJ must be happier than a pig in shit. Falcoon - Williams has lost and Piter is the OWF Triple Crown Champion...Of course he is. The fans cheer loudly for the great exhibition from both men. They both lay in the ring holding their injuries as the referee grabs all three championships and brings them to Svoboda. Steel stands up on the ramp and applauds him, when suddenly Chris Green comes out with his arm in a sling. He begins to make his way down the ramp, at a slow pace, before he slides into the ring. Piter is given the titles as Green pulls him up to his feet. The fans boo heavily all of a sudden as Green holds Svoboda up. Green reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a black Corrupted T-Shirt. He gives it to Piter who drops the titles, holds onto the ropes and puts it on before lifting the belts back up. Green looks down at Jesse who is just getting up and Green kicks him right in the face, sending him right back down sending the fans into an even more furious battering of boos. Green helps Svoboda out of the ring as both men leave ring side and exit through the ramp. Falcoon - So Piter is with Green? How awesome is that? Dunn - What I'm wondering, is why is Trent Steel still here. Slowly Steel begins to walk down the ramp towards Jesse as Jesse rolls out of the ring. Steel reaches into his pocket, pulling out the lighter fluid and his lighter as Steel stops about two feet from the top of the ramp as Vacant walks out from the entrance ramp. Steel smiles and invites him to join him. Falcoon - What is he doing out here now? Williams sees Vacant and gains a full head of speed, running towards Steel. Trent puts the fluid into his mouth, and prepares to blow it into Jesse's face but from behind Vacant drop kicks him and Steel spits out the fluid. He turns around and begins to stalk Vacant up the ramp. Vacant trips over his own feet and falls down to his back. Steel stands in front of him and he takes a mouthful of fluid into his mouth. He lights the lighter, but suddenly from behind Jesse tackles Steel. Kissens - MY GOD! MY GOD! Dunn - NOOOOO! A flash of fire shoots into the air as Williams tackles Steel off the edge of the entrance ramp. Both men fall fifteen feet down through a set of tables and crash down onto the unforgiving concrete. Vacant looks on from above as EMT's immediately check on Williams and Steel. Falcoon - Vacant is gonna owe Williams, big time! Williams gets put on a stretcher and wheeled away while Steel is attended to as he lays. The fans are going nuts as Vacant makes his way down to check on Jesse. Steel is helped up to his feet by member of the Cult of Steel and taken to the back as the clean up crew finishes their job around the ring by replacing the announcers booth with a simple wooden table. Falcoon - This table blows. Kissens - Jesse is a desperate man. Dunn - That is for sure. Falcoon - Well, thankfully we have another match right now so we don't have to dwell on this for too long.
Missy Janson - The following match up is a Tables Match. First competitor to put their opponent through a table wins. Coming to the ring first, Valtiel! The entire arena goes black. A guttural roar slowly becomes loader over the PA. When the roar retches its climax, "Pestilence" by The Faceless begins to blare. A green light lights up the stag, white smoke fills the entrance way. Valtiel walks out throught the smoke and looks over the crowd. He walks to the ring, shaking the hands of the fans while he walks. He steps through the ropes and stands in middle of the ring, his head lowered, his long dread locks hiding his face. He suddenly flings his head back and slowly exhauls a large cloud of smoke from his lungs. A smile slowly forms on his face and raises a closed fist in the air. Missy Janson - And his opponent...from Seattle, Washington..."The Misfit" Spaz! The lights go out and the opening cords to Drain the Blood(The Distillers) blares over the PA. They lights come on dim and the silouette of a figure stands on the stage. The figure turns his head and reveals himself to be "The Misfit" Spaz. The lights come back on fully and the crowd begins to roar. Spaz is wearing his leather jacket with a Misfits sweater, and his hair in Liberty Spikes as he makes his way to the ring. Fire pyro begins to engulf the stage and Spaz walks through the fire till he gets to the ring. He walks up the steps and gets into the ring via the middle rope. He removes the jacket and reveals "Legacy of Brutality" on the right sleeve. He discards of his sweater to reveal a scared upper torso. He then stands in the center of the ring awaiting action. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Falcoon - All the tables are on the outside of the ring, minus the one in the far corner of the ring. Both men approach each other slowly. Spaz begins to talk shit and shoves Valtiel across the ring. He comes back, pushing Spaz back into his corner. The two men meet face to face in the center of the ring and begin to battle back and forth, throwing rights and lefts at each other. Most of the strikes don't connect, but the ones that do are powerful. Valtiel eventually gains the upper hand and levels Spaz with a european uppercut. Spaz hops right back up, only to be taken down with a clothesline. He pushes himself up once again, and Valtiel goes for a shoulder block but Spaz doesn't budge and Valtiel hits the mat. Spaz wastes no time, laying two boots in a row to the ribs of Valtiel before he can push himself back up. Once he is back on his feet, both men lock up in a wrist and collar lock. Spaz gains control, locking Valtiel in a side headlock. Falcoon - Both men seem very intent on beating the other. Valtiel counters with a sharp elbow to the ribs which breaks the hold. He hits the ropes and tries for the shoulder block again, and this time he levels Spaz. Valtiel bounces off the ropes, but Spaz dives at his feet. Valtiel jumps over and hits the opposite ropes. When he comes back, Spaz tries to leap from Valtiel but he catches Spaz and drops him with a huge side powerbomb that shakes the entire ring. Spaz holds his back in pain while Valtiel picks up his weakened opponent and sets him up for a suplex. As he lifts Spaz up, he holds him vertically for a few seconds. Spaz kicks his legs violently, but it only helps when Valtiel falls back and nails the vertical suplex on Spaz. Valtiel floats over and covers Spaz...1...2...kickout. Kissens - Whewww, that was a close one. Dunn - Spaz better wake up! Both men slowly get to their feet, where Valtiel nails a sharp elbow across the forehead of Spaz. This dazes him for a second and Valtiel charges, Spaz nails a drop toe hold that barely effects Valtiel as he pushes himself right back up this feet. Spaz catches him with a toe kick to the midsection. He grabs his arm and wraps it around Valtiels neck. Falcoon - He's going for The End! Valtiel spins out of it and attempts a short arm clothesline still holding the arm of Spaz. Spaz ducks at the last second and retains his hold on the arm of Valtiel. He wraps it around his neck once again and then slams him down to his knee. Dunn - The End! Spaz picks Valtiel right up onto his shoulder, still holding onto his arm. He runs at the corner which has the one table in it and he spears Valtiel through the table as the fans go nuts. Missy Janson - The winner of this match...Spaz! Falcoon - Great victory there for Spaz! Dunn - He completely came out firing. Kissens - And as usual, he looks damn good! The match comes to a close and Valtiel is being helped up. Spaz slowly takes his victory lap and ignores the man that tried to do everything to win. Valtiel turns his back and begins to leave the ring and Spaz rushes at him clobering him from behind, Valtiel falls to the ground clenching the back of his head and rolls about in the ring. Falcoon - Is this the "statement"? Dunn - Look at the eyes of Spaz. He is an utter fucking madman. Spaz leans over and grabs Valtiel by the hair and brings him to his feet. Valtiel doesn't last to long has Spaz hits him hard in the templewith a right hand. Spaz slides out of the ring and grabs a alluminum baseball bat and re-enters the ring. Falcoon - This isn't any good for the newcomer! Valtiel slowly stands up but is hit in the gut by the bat. The crowd groans as he goes down to one knee. Spaz shows a bigger grin when he brings the bat down to the small of Valtiel's back. The former World champion tosses the weapon out to the ringside floor and brings in a trash can and a folding steal chair, he exit's again and returns with a ladder. Dunn - Okay, come on now. Spaz sets up the ladder quickly and goes back to work on Valtiel who gets off a few rights but is met with a knee to the gut which sends him back to one knee. Spaz grabs the garbage can and places it on the upper torso of Valtiel, with the chair near-by the ex-PDA chapion picks it up and swings for the fences. Valtile's body falls limp to the ground and the ground falls silent as Spaz manages to get the top to the chair underneath the can. Kissens - Security? Anyone? Spaz quickly begins his decent as a crew of security guards come rushing from the back. Spaz leaps off the top over top of the guards and lands the Spazim on Valtiel. Security breaks it up and takes down the ladder Spaz set up. Spaz walks to Missy Janson and grabs a microphone from her as he begins to walk up the ramp. Spaz - My father has always told me that actions speak louder than words. I warned you Valtiel not to get in this ring with me, and i also told you that you would be carried out on a strecher. That right their was my statement, you want fucking violence and fear, well look no fucking further. This isn't the old me or the new me; i am here for fucking blood and you better believe that the shit that I did to Valtiel is only the fucking beginning. Falcoon - He's nuts. Spaz - As for Kid Clusterfuck, i want that damn rematch; and instead of it being a Weapon's of choice match... let's see... I will chose a damn match that I have great success in since i was the only one to win this match against the great Duality. A BROKEN LIMB MATCH. Spaz drops the mic and exits the ring and the arena through the crowd. Falcoon - Thank god. I feel safer now. The feed cuts backstage where we see
Godsmack walking through the pure white corridors,
avoiding the scattered employees and the steel crates
containing equipment. His eyes are cast down at the
floor, his hands rub restlessly at his wrists in mental
preperation for his match. He continues walking until he
reaches a door with his name engraved on the front. He
lifts his head, but finds something else. A note, pinned
right Re-venge: Godsmack flashes his eyes around cautiously. He raises his hand to the door and clutches the note between two fingers. He looks around again, then mutters under his breath. Godsmack - Fucken comedians we got here. He crumples the note and throws it to the floor, grabbing the handle to his locker room and opening the door. It's completely dark inside. He searches for a moment, sliding his hand up and down the wall next to him, until suddenly he feels paper beneath his fingers. He stops, then moves his hand slowly, listening to the paper crumple and slide against the wall right next to the lightswitch. Godsmack - What the hell? He flicks the switch then grabs the note, holding it out in front of him. "to exact punishment or expiation for a wrong on behalf of" Godsmack - Ugh...I get it. Enough is enough already. He crumples that note as well, tossing it into the small garbage pail next to the door. He steps through into his room and closes the door behind him, his eyes still throwing cautious glances over his back. After taking a deep breath he walks to his locker, jiggles the metal handle, and opens the door as quietly as possible. Attached to the inside is yet another note. Growing frustrated, he violently rips it off. "an opportunity to retaliate or gain satisfaction" He throws the note down and spins around on his feet, anger rising in his eyes. Godsmack - Hello!? Is anybody fucken in here!? The jokes up! I get it! Haha, very fucken funny! There's no response but silence. He crumples the note in his hand and stamps off to the bathroom. Godsmack - I hate this goddamn place. He stands over the sink and turns on the water, letting it run over his hands, then cupping them and splashing some over his face. He looks at himself in the mirror, analyzing the scars and bruises that cover his face from last weeks battle. He pokes one, and flinches back in pain. His fingers reach up and grab the edge of the mirror, slowly opening it to reveal a medicine cabinet behind. Godsmack - Hopefully there's some aspirin in this hellhole. He looks around for a minute, then finds the aspirin battle facing backwards. He wraps his hand around it, but feels something on the other side. A piece of paper. He pulls it off the shelf, turns the bottle around, finds another note staring him in the face. It's more straightforward than the others. "is a bitch." He throws the bottle down into the sink and slams the mirror shut. He looks into the glass to see his own reflection. He sees something that shouldn't be there. Angel staring over his shoulder. Godsmack - Shit! He tries to turn as quickly as possible but it's no use. Angel, holding a steel baseball bat, swings as hard as he can, smashing it into Godsmack's jaw and shattering the mirror behind him, Godsmack slumps against the porcelain sink as the glass shards rain down around him, nicking his face and drawing blood. Angel looks on with sadistic pleasure. Angel - So... He runs a knee into Godsmack's face, sending him headfirst into the toilet. A gash opens itself on Godsmack's forehead. Angel - I see you've taken a particular interest to me. A kick to the stomach. Godsmack slouches to the floor and coughs up a wad of blood. Angel - Seems like I've ruffled your feathers. Stepped on your toes. Taken a big motherfucken stick and shoved it right up your ass. Angel swings the bat into Godsmack's knee. He lets out a cry of pain before his arms grab the spot in pain and he begins writhing on the floor. Angel - And all because I just told the truth. Can't handle the truth can you? I know it must be hard for you to look in the mirror and realize you're just not as good a photoshopper as you think you are. He steps on Godsmack's knee and puts all his weight down on it, grinding the rubber of his boots into the flesh. Godsmack screams again. Angel - Where are your little buddies now Mr. Smack? Nobody here to help you out, eh. That's really to bad. I was looking forward to a little more bloodshed. Angel raises the bat above his head and brings it down into Godsmack's back, the sound of steel thudding on flesh echoes out in the bathroom. Angel - But let me tell you something for future reference, you pathetic fucken scum. I will always be here. No matter what I say, no matter what I do...I'll always fucken be here, standing in your path, fucking up your goals and your plans, being the spike strip on your road to glory. I might say I hate this place. That I'm going to quit. Might say I don't care. But I do. I always will. And so... He brings down the bat again. Angel - If you... And again. Angel - Want me gone... Again. Angel - You'll have to... Thud after thud. Angel is near hysterical. Godsmack is no longer moving. Angel - Do it... The steel against flesh has opened up lacerations across Godsmack's back. Angel - Yourself...! One last strike and Angel throws the bat down, breathing heavily, his cheeks flushed and his hair frayed. He pushes back the blonde strands with one hand and looks down at the pool of blood forming at his feet. Angel - You fucked with the wrong person
Smack. You threw a temper tantrum like a 13 year old
bitch who's been told no for the first time. And I'll be
glad to tell you again. When you get up from this, and
you're seething with hatred, and revenge is in your eyes,
you'll know where to We cut back to the announcers booth. Falcoon - What a brutal attack on Godsmack! Dunn - Hey, that rhymed! Falcoon - Ha, yeah it did. We cut to another place backstage, where we see Jesse Williams wielding a baseball bat as he walks backstage. Dunn - I thought he was in the hospital? Falcoon - I guess he's back. Jesse looks determined. He glances at the camera next to him and he swings, destroying it with one shot and sending the feed to static before we cut back to the announcers booth. Falcoon - Jesse is gonna hurt someone. Kissens - Let's get to Moxie's match...I'm excited, y'all. Dunn - ...Lesbo. Missy Janson - The following match up is scheduled for a one fall, coming to the ring first, making her OWF Debut...from Blaise, California...Moxie Roxie! The PA bleeds an electric medley of a non-distorted guitar riff, followed by vocals that invite the listener to... Get out on the floor, do things to make them adore ya, show them what you were born, and put a little mustard on it... After admitting no knowledge of the current time twice over, the vocalist repeats the contrary as many times before proclaiming that it is in fact showtime, touching off an explosive bloom of pink and green pyrotechnics around the entryway. The crowd goes wild, as crowds are wont to do, for the pretty flashing colors, and provide an atom of enthusiasm more as Moxie Roxie inches onto the entryway. The fans of girl power, studio perfected punk music, and tits lend their voices to the ovation, as Moxie signs the international symbol for rock and Satan and hoists it slightly above her head. Noting that the ovation's volume coincides with the height at which she raises the devil horns, Moxie toys with the audience's amplification for a few seconds before making her way to the ring. Recalling managerial wisdom imparted to her long ago, Moxie makes certain not to stray from the median, as getting within arm's reach of the wrong fan could spell a variety of unpalatable and unwashed dooms for our priestess of punk. Leaping to the apron with the fluidity of water(what with it being our planet's most abundant and easily recognizable fluid), Moxie gives a bow out to her adoring public, and then split-second flips her way over the ropes into the ring, as well as into the hearts of an American that is sorely lacking in discriminating taste. Missy Janson - And her opponent, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania..."The Son of a Bitch" Trent Steel! "Now your messing with a son of a bitch" The lights start to dim and Cult of Steel fans rush forward. Pyro goes off in the entranceway as the tron starts to play a video of Trent praying in a church. He looks up as the music starts to play. It's "No More Sorrow" by Linkin Park. As the musical instrumental starts to play Trent enters the arena to the whole audience cheering. It takes him aback for a minute as he grabs his black oakleys with red lenses and drops them right in front of him. He steps on them breaking them as he makes a throat cutting motion. The fans erupt in cheers. Are you lost Your crusade's a disguise I'm aware of what you've done Trent walks to the ringside area as pyro from all four corners go off. He tosses his trenchcoat on the ground and slides into the ring. He's wearing a black wifebeater with a white ankh on the back of it and a white skull on the front, black jeans, black combat boots. No no more sorrow Trent signals to the ref that he is ready to start and his music dies out. Kissens - This should be interesting. First woman to be in the OWF since...I don't remember... (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Moxie rolls out of the ring and stands up on the outside. Steel smiles and approaches as she reaches under the ring. Falcoon - What the hell is she doing? Steel reaches through the ropes, but he is blasted in the face with a fire estinguisher by Moxie. He falls down to the mat trying to get the foam out of his eyes, but she slides right in after him. Kissens - I think Moxie scouted Trent and saw him fireball Dynamo! She unleashes another blast from the estinguisher completely soaking Trent in the white foam. Eventually, it runs out and Moxie discards it to the ground. The fans cheer her loudly as Trent struggles to get back his eye sight. Moxie grabs the trenchcoat of Steel and discards the lighter and the fluid and then picks up Trent to a standing position. Moxie poses for the crowd as she turns to Trent and slams her fist into his face. Trent doesn't even move with it and she hits him again. Again. Again. He smirks as his nose starts bleeding. Trent headbutts her square in the face! She goes down. Trent picks her up by the hair and just chucks her into the ringpost. Moxie gets up and shakes it off. Trent doesn't attack her. He just puts up one finger. He motions to come on. Moxie charges and Trent goes to kick her. Moxie catches his foot. ENZUGURI! Falcoon - Ouch! Dunn - Moxie flipped twice before landing. Kissens - Well there goes any hope of a women's division rebirth. Steel stands up while Moxie holds the side of her head. As she pushes herself up to all fours, he slaps her across the back of the head as he taunts her. She continues to push herself up, but as she stands straight up she is hunched right back down by a hard knee to the sternum. Steel follows it up with a lightning fast snap DDT that flips Moxie over onto her back. Steel merely sits up and smiles sadistically towards the fans before pushing himself back up to his feet. He wipes a wad of foam from his forehead and tosses it down to the mat. As he approaches Moxie, she attempts a leg sweep from the ground but Steel's stance is too strong. She rolls out of the ring once she realizes Steel has the upper hand. She stands up on the apron on the outside of the ring and Steel charges. She ducks and rams her shoulder into the midsection of Steel as he reaches the ropes. She flips over the ropes, nailing a sunset flip as she tries to pull Steel over into a pinning combination. Trent flails his arms in every which direction trying to regain his balance but Moxie rolls him over. Instead of laying him flat on his back, Steel keeps his momentum and somersaults backwards out of the pin attempt and push himself up to his feet. Moxie sits up, just in time to be cracked across the face with a hard shin kick. Falcoon - Steel is just too strong. Kissens - Don't count her out yet. Steel checks his pockets, but finds them empty. He stomps on the fallen Moxie, she begins to crawl away but Steel grabs her by her hair and drags her to her feet. She slips from his grasp and runs towards the ropes. Steel follows, but she springboards to the top rope and moonsaults backwards, taking out Steel. As soon as she lands, she goes after Trent and nails a standing moonsault onto him. Dunn - She's trying to keep him grounded. Kissens - It's a good plan. She stands up, and sits out for a leg drop across the exposed throat of Steel. Between the foam entering his mouth and the pressure of Moxie's leg, Steel begins coughing heavily as he sits up. Moxie begins to kick at the fallen Steel, but he is able to press himself up to his feet. He swings wildly with foam in his eyes and Moxie rolls Steel up with a school boy pinning combination...1...2...kickout! Both competitors get right back to their feet and Steel charges at Moxie Roxie. She rolls him up into a small package as the referee falls to the mat again...1...2...kickout by Steel. Moxie gets up, as does Steel, but this time Steel nearly decapitates Moxie with a huge clothesline. Falcoon - DAMN! Dunn - Who are you, Ron Simmons? Falcoon - Who? Steel wipes the remainder of the foam from his face and hair and grabs Moxie by her hair with both hands. Dragging her to her feet he slaps her right across the face, which gives her time to bail out of the ring just in time before Steel nailed her with an incoming roundhouse kick. As she recovers on the outside, Steel steps through the ropes and persues her as the referee begins to count...1...2...She dashes away, getting behind the announcers table and keeping it between her and Steel. Dunn - Get away from me! 3...4...She hops up onto the guardrail behind the announcers table and leaps off, but Steel grabs her into a fallaway slam position...5...6...He slams her back first into the turnbuckle before sliding her into the ring...7...He slides right in after her, breaking the count as he lays his right arm over her chest...1...2...kickout by Moxie. She holds her back in a bit of pain while Steel begins to become furious. He picks Moxie up and knees her in the stomach, and tucks her head between his legs. He lifts her up for a powerbomb and slams her right down onto her back in one motion. Steel holds onto her and lifts her up again, but at the peak she swings downward and nails a hurricanrana. She sits on Steel's chest as the referee slides into place...1...2...kickout! Steel gets up and swings a clothesline at the rising Moxie, who swings around and catches Steel by both arms. She rolls him down into a crucifix pinning combination as the referee counts...1...2...3! Missy Janson - The winner of this match...Moxie Roxie! Dunn - What the hell just happened? Falcoon - I'm not even sure! Kissens - YOU GO GIRL! Moxie slides out of the ring and heads for the hills as Steel picks himself up, even more furious. He knocks the referee out cold with a hard right and continues out of the ring as Moxie's music blasts. Falcoon - HUGE win for Moxie!
The camera's catch up with Jesse Williams once again in the parking lot, he's embracing a baseball bat with his shoulder and sporting a devilish smirk through his bloody crimson mask. Williams - Come and get me. I've got nothing else to lose! COME AND GET ME YOU FUCKING BITCH! The camera's cut back to the arena. Falcoon - Jesse has had everything taken from him tonight. Dunn - He's losing it. Falcoon - I think he lost it, already. Kissens - Wouldn't you after what Steel, Angel and this mystery person have been doing all night? Falcoon - All I know is Jesse is pissed and more than ready for whomever is coming for him. Dunn - He's just paranoid. Kissens - Or psycho. Missy Janson - It is time for the final match of the night...It is a PDA Rules Match between two former stablemates...Coming to the ring first, from Alberta, Canada...Seraph! The three loud dongs are heard blistering across the arena as the lights dim to a cloud of darkness. The music blares out as Seraph steps out from behid the curtain, looking down to the ring with a smirk drawn across his face and a glare in his eyesthat airs pure arrogance and ego. He sniffles his nose in displeasure as he makes his way slowly down the ramp. The smirk still plastered across his face firmly as ever. The lights of camera's begin to flash periodically as he walks down the ramp way toward the squared circle. He slowly makes his way up the steel steps and takes his first step onto the cold mattress. The crowd's silence is lifted with a cheer of boo's over-powering the music that descends into the arena. He stands in the centre of the ring with his eyes flickering around the arena, the smirk grows larger as the light begin to turn on fully. He lowers his head and looks upwards toward the ramp, with the smirk still fixated upon his face. Missy Janson - And his opponent, 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 stretches with the ropes as he awaits the beginning of the match. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) The former friends meet in the center of the ring. Dunn - A lot of words are being exchanged. Falcoon - We can hear them from here. Suddenly Seraph rears back and decks Godsmack, the fans go nuts as Godsmack hops back up only to be taken down with a dropkick to the face. Seraph remains on the offensive, grabbing Godsmack and lifting him up to his feet. As he bounces off the ropes Seraph bends over and flips him over his back, nailing a back body drop on Godsmack. Kissens - Seraph is looking good! Falcoon - Will you shut up about how he looks! Kissens - I mean in the ring, y'all! Dunn - So he's not good looking outside of the ring? Kissens - Y'all suck. Seraph walks over to Godsmack, pulling him up by his arm. Falcoon - Godsmack had a lot taken out of him by Angel, it seems. Seraph pushes Godsmack into the corner and approaches. Godsmack grabs him by the back of the head and turns him back first into the turnbuckle. Godsmack begins to fire away with hard rights and lefts to the body of Seraph, then following it up with a hard knee to the midsection. As Seraph stumbles out of the turnbuckle, Godsmack irish whips him across the ring into the opposite turnbuckle. Seraph doesn't turn around and crashes chest first into the corner. He stumbles out backwards and Godsmack takes advantage, grabbing the dazed Seraph in a rear waist lock and nailing a huge release german suplex right onto the neck of Seraph. Both men begin to shake off the pain they feel as they lay on the mat. Kissens - We can't count him out yet. Dunn - He is a fighter. Falcoon - No one has used weapons yet, what's up with that? Godsmack grabs onto the ropes, using them to pull himself up to his feet first as Seraph is just getting up to one knee. Godsmack staggers over to Seraph, only to be met with a punch to the stomach from a kneeling Seraph. The shot knocks the wind out of Godsmack and gives Seraph a chance to go on the offensive. He stands up, only to nail an inverted jawbreaker onto Godsmack as he falls back to his knees. Godsmack holds his face as Seraph pushes himself up to his feet. Falcoon - This is a match both men have wanted. Kissens - And we finally get to see the true hatred pour out. Dunn - Yeah, and it's making for a great match. Godsmack is able to push himself up pretty quickly as he shakes off the pain as Seraph approaches him quickly. Godsmack is able to break free from the first grasp Seraph attempts and elbows him in the head. Seraph isn't stunned for long and nails a scoop slam on Godsmack. Within a few seconds Godsmack pops right back up to his feet. Both men charge and take each other out with a double clothesline. Both men lay on their backs on the mat, breathing heavily. Falcoon - This could go either way. Once again, Godsmack hops right back to his feet and he lays in wait for Seraph. He crouches. Dunn - He's going for that spear. Kissens - He should go get a chair...IT'S LEGAL! Seraph slowly pushes himself up to his feet, with his back to Godsmack. As he slowly turns around, Godsmack darts towards him. Seraph can only bring up a knee that connects with the face of Godsmack and stops him dead in his tracks. Seraph lifts Godsmack and tucks his head between his legs. He hooks both of his arms and nails a Pedigree. Falcoon - OBLIVION! Dunn - He nailed it! He rolls Godsmack over and collapses on top of him as the referee slides into place...1...2...thr- kickout! Kissens - WHAT! The fans go nuts as Seraph has a look of absolute shock. He rolls over onto his back holding his head in astonishment as Godsmack begins to roll onto his side. Falcoon - Godsmack is pushing on. Dunn - I think these two men would rather tear each other apart with their own hands. Seraph pushes himself up to a sitting position and stands up. He walks towards the kneeling Godsmack and tucks his head between his legs again. He hooks both arms, but Godsmack grabs Seraph by his calves and pulls Seraph flat down to his back on the mat. Godsmack grabs both of Seraphs legs and he rolls backwards, tossing Seraph up from the mat and face first into the corner. Godsmack gets right back up as Seraph stumbles out, he charges and nails Seraph with Smacked Up. Dunn - SPEAR! Godsmack covers Seraph, hooking the leg...1...2...thr- kickout! Dunn - WHAT THE HELL! The fans get even louder this time as Godsmack begins to get furious. He gets into the face of the referee, grabbing him by his shirt and yelling in his face. Meanwhile, Seraph slowly gets back up to his feet. Godsmack pushes the referee back into the corner and turns around. As soon as he does so, Seraph nearly kicks Godsmack's head into the second row with a superkick. Godsmack collapses to the mat and Seraph hooks both legs...1...2...3! Missy Janson - The winner of this match...Seraph! Falcoon - I did NOT see that one coming. Kissens - Incredible match by both men. Dunn - They definitely gave the fans who are left here a show. Falcoon - And a perfect ending to this edition of Addic-- We flash to the back where a big black H2 hummer rolls through the gates in the back. Williams - She's here! The vehicle roars into the underground parking lot, the headlines brush across Jesse's chest and the hummer comes to a sudden jerking stop. The brakes and tires scream and the door pops open with fury. Williams - There's your fugative! Arrest her! More than a dozen local police officers rush the hummer and seize the area. They pull the woman from the hummer and throw her to the ground. We pan back to Jesse Williams who is too busy laughing to hear what is going on in the dog pile of blue uniforms. Williams - That's it.. Get her boys. Take that bitch back to the looney h-... Jesse's eyes grow large and his smile melts as he feels a sharp burning in the back of his neck. His reflex's immediantly make him reach for his neck while he screams: Williams - WHAT THE FUCK!? His head slowly turns, the rush makes him
float as he steadily stares at the woman back tracking
her way into the darkness of the underground Alexis Cage - Ahhhh ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! I GOT YOU! YOU MOTHER FUCKER I GOT YOU! He draws his hand from the back of his neck with a disgusted look. Shocked starring at the smeared blood on his hand while the police attend to the decoy in the hummer. His disgust turns quickly to panic when reality sinks in and he notices the syringe in her hand. The scene slowly fades away from the syringe to black. |
