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Famous by Puddle of Mudd hits as Chris Green and Godsmack both emerge at the top of the ramp. Green is sporting his arm in a sling, while Godsmack has a look of determination. Falcoon - What are they doing here? Dunn - Opening the show! Kissens - DUHH! The fans instantly start to boo loudly as Green slowly walks to the ring with a grin on his face. Godsmack follows up behind him, sliding into the ring and approaching the side of the ring where Missy Janson stands. Godsmack receives a microphone and walks to the center of the ring. Godsmack - Hello Shittyapolis! They boo loudly. Godsmack - Oh shut up, this is our time. You see, tonight is going to be a night none of you will forget. I will defeat Williams and Angel with the help of my new friend in Plague. And do you all see that red curtain up there on the stage? A white spotlight shines on a red curtain that is on the entrance stage. Godsmack - Well that's just a little surprise I have in store. Angel and Jesse may be having problems with each other, but they are nothing compared to the problems they'll have with me when that bell rings tonight. The fans boo loudly once again. Godsmack - Without further adue, I pass the microphone along to my compadre...Chris Green! Godsmack hands the microphone to Green, who takes it with his good arm. The fans boo him even louder than Godsmack. Green - Well its official I am exactly 34% healthy per doctors orders. What that means is that you will not see me for a little while. You won't see me humiliate your hero Jesse Williams any longer. You won't see me make Ray Lopes my personal bitch for a bit. Hell. You won't see Spaz rant and rave about how great I am and how I am god. Hell no more Kid Dynamo saying I can't do anything without help. Green smirks as the fans boo louder and the chants of "asshole asshole" get louder throughout the audience Green - Nice to know your opinion of me.
It means I do my job being out here. Now lets get things
out there. Piter Svoboda the TRIPLE CROWN 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 Piter Svoboda appears at the top of the ramp, wearing his typical ring attire with two major changes: instead of endorsing Liquid Courage, his T-shirt now advertises his membership in The Corrupted. Also, he wears the OWF World title around his waist, the OWF Network title over his right shoulder, and the OWF Universal title over his left. He paces the stage, microphone in hand. Svoboda - Thanks for the introduction, Chris. You know, even now that I've unified the singles titles of OWF into one Triple Crown, I feel like there are a lot of you out there who don't know who I am. The "Asshole" chant starts up again, causing Piter to stand still for a moment and smirk. Svoboda - Well, that's one theory, sure. He resumes his pacing. Svoboda - But there's more to it than
that. I'm a man who believes in pure competition. Now, I
went out to the ring last Monday knowing that This prompts a cacophony of jeers from the crowd. Svoboda - But there was something that tainted my victory. One man's actions against Jesse Williams- Cheers erupt throughout the arena at the mere mention of Jesse's name. Svoboda - Against Jesse Williams called into question whether I could've gotten it done on my own. Another wrestler felt the need to even the odds a little for me, and I can't abide by that. Do you all know who I'm talking about? Angel, I'm talking to you. This gets a mixture of cheering, booing, and general noises of confusion. Svoboda - Since your Ex doesn't want a piece of me, I won't be facing him next week. So after I beat whomever steps up to my open challenge Next Week, and I'm rather confident I will, I want you in the ring at Campus Chaos. Now, I've proven I can win a match without my finishers just last week, and I'd like to see if you can do the same. I want this to be a No Finishers Allowed match. That's right, no Angel's Holocaust or Redemption, but also no Impressive Display of Agility and no USA Drop. Think it over. There's no shame in saying no. Piter heads backstage as Green walks up the ramp after him, with Godsmack right behind.
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 camera's cut through the arena. The crowd is on their feet in anticipation for tonight's show. A spotlight hits the top of the ramp as we see a red curtain draped along the right side of the ramp. We cannot see what is behind this mysterious curtain. Falcoon - AAAAHHHOOOOOO!! WELCOME TO MONDAY ADDICTION! Dunn - Stoppp yelling! Kissens - Seriously. Falcoon - I'm just excited! Kissens - I wanna know what's behind that curtain. Dunn - Me too! Falcoon - Well, Personally...I can't wait to see Jesse and Angel team up tonight to defend their tag titles against Plague and Godsmack. Dunn - Yeah, you would be. Falcoon - Well folks, it looks like our first match up between two up and comers in the OWF is about to start, so lets send it over to Missy! Missy Janson - It's time for the first match of the night. The fans cheer loudly again. Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first from Louisville, Kentucky....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. Falcoon - He was brutally attacked by Spaz last week. Dunn - He's lucky to even be alive after getting in the ring with that psycho. Missy Janson - And his opponent, 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. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Valtiel charges across the ring, throwing a wide clothesline at Moxie. She hooks his arm, swinging around his back and rolling him up with a school boy pin...1...2...kickout by Valtiel. He immediately stands up and nails a huge boot right to the chest of Moxie, sending her flat to her back as he gasps for air. He pulls her up to her feet but she pokes him in the eye, following it up with a swift jawbreaker. Falcoon - Moxie is cheating! Kissens - How would you go about beating a man over a foot taller than you? Dunn - She has a point. Moxie stands up and takes a few steps backwards, awaiting Valtiel to get back up to his feet. He stumbles up, looking to tie up with her but she nails a chop block to his upper left thigh with her shoulder as she dives forward. He doesn't fall, but he hops up onto his right leg as he holds his left thigh, to which Moxie drop kicks his right leg out from under him. Valtiel hits the mat grasping at both of his legs in pain. Moxie covers Valtiel again...1...2...kickout. Moxie stands up, dragging Valtiel up to his feet by his hair but he quickly over powers her. He forces her back into the corner where he hits her with uplifting knees to the sternum before he lifts her up to a sitting position on the top rope. He picks her up onto his shoulder and he runs forward, nailing a front powerslam. Valtiel quickly covers Moxie...1...2..kickout. Dunn - Back and forth. Falcoon - This is a match that will define where each of these two go. Moxie rolls out of the way, grabbing onto the ropes as Valtiel pushes himself up to his feet. He slowly stalks Moxie, who slides out of the ring and grabs Valtiel by the legs and yanks him down to the mat. Once he is down she hops up to the apron and springboards over the top rope and nails a splash. She pulls his legs inside the ropes and hooks them as she pins Valtiel...1...2...kickout! Valtiel now uses the ropes to pull himself up and Moxie runs at him as soon as he stands. Valtiel merely lowers his shoulder and tosses Moxie over the top rope with a back body drop. Moxie is able to grab onto the top rope and land on both of her feet on the outside apron. She grabs Valtiel by the hair and falls down to the outside, cranking his neck back across the top rope and giving him whiplash as he falls limp in the ring. Moxie again hops up to the apron and springboards over, but Valtiel gets his knees up and Moxie lands right on top of them. Kissens - OUCH...She was doing well. Falcoon - This is the opening Valtiel needed! Both competitors lay holding different parts of their bodies before Valtiel uses both hands to push himself up to a kneeling position. Moxie crawls towards Valtiel who is able to lift himself up to a standing position. Moxie grabs at Valtiel's tights, using them to pull herself up. Valtiel nails a hard right hand to her face, sending her down to a knee. Again, she begins to use Valtiel to climb up to her feet, but this time Valtiel nails her with a short left jab that sends her down to two knees. A third time she attempts to get up, and he allows her to get up to her feet. As soon as she stands, Valtiel wraps his arms around her and turns as he throws her over his head, nailing a belly to belly suplex. Dunn - It's all over now. Kissens - I haven't heard the fat lady sing yet! Falcoon - First off, I've heard her sing and she sounds great. Secondly...She's not fat. Dunn - Yeah, you're just jealous. Kissens - But -- Dunn - Whatever! Valtiel stands up, pulling Moxie up by her hair. She nails a chop to his throat, which chokes him up. She bounces off the ropes and Valtiel throws his leg up again, but Moxie slides under it with a baseball slide. She pushes herself up behind Valtiel, nailing him with a dropkick to the back of the head that staggers him forward into the ropes. He bounces off them and turns around to where Moxie jumps up, wrapping her legs around his neck. Valtiel reverses the hurricanrana attempt as Moxie pulls down. Valtiel slams her down with her own momentum with a powerbomb that stuns him and sends Moxie onto her side holding her head. Kissens - It looks like each of these two have been watching tapes on the other. Dunn - Valtiel isn't done. Still hunched over Moxie, he wraps his hands around her neck and with all of his might he throws her up into the air and up into a firemans carry. Falcoon - Looks like he's going for The Gallows Fall!! Kissens - Noooo...c'mon Moxie! She elbows him in the head twice but he pushes her off his shoulders and spins her. In mid air she somehow wraps her legs around Valtiel's neck and hurricanrana's him down to the mat. She sits on his chest, hooking his legs as the referee slides into place...1...2...3! Missy Janson - The winner of this match...Moxie Roxie! Falcoon - So our own resident popstar picks up another victory. Dunn - You gotta think she's getting noticed. Kissens - I'd say. Falcoon - Well, good for her. That was some final exchange. We cut backstage as we see Godsmack preparing for tonights tag team match. He has his music playing at a high volume. It is the latest Prodigy album. He is seen in his lockeroom stretching out his enormous legs. Suddenly a knock is heard at the door. He continues to stretch. Godsmack - Who is it? Voice - ...lague.... Godsmack - Who? I would turn the music down but this song is so bad ass. Godsmack continues to stretch out his thighs as a knock is heard once more. It is followed by a voice. Voice - ....it's PLAGUE.... Godsmack - What? Pledge? Hold on, let me turn this music down, I can't fucking hear you. Godsmack walks over and turns the music down. He then proceeds towards the door. He opens the door, and to his amazement stands. Godsmack - Who are you? Plague - I'm Plague, your tag team partner retard. Godsmack - I'm just joking, get in here you fool. Plague rushes into the lockeroom and slams the door shut behind him. Plague - Man, look at your face, you look like Mel Gibson..in that movie..what was it called? Godsmack - Man Without A Face. Plague - Yea that's it! Umm..Well maybe...maybe not that hideous. Godsmack - Whatever, where the fuck have you been? Plague - I should be asking you the same question. Godsmack - Never mind this. We need a plan, and I have the perfect idea. Listen carefully..... Godsmack begins whispering in Plague's ear as the camera's quickly cut back to the announce table. Falcoon - It seems that the team of Plague and Godsmack seems to be working together a bit better than their opponents. Dunn - That's for sure, last I checked Angel and Williams were tearing each other up around Minneapois. As soon as Dunn's words escape his lips, we cut to the back. In the parking garage we see Jesse Williams, holding his duffle bag in his right hand, approaching the entrance. The fans begin to go bezerk. Kissens - Speak of the devil. He still wears the baggy gray sweatpants and whit undershirt from the hospital, where presumably he just came from. Jesse walks up to security where he stands behind two unnamed people. They are dressed in suits and one carries a camera box. The two women are allowed inside. Jesse steps forward, but is stopped by two large men. He doesn't even look them in the eyes, he just keeps his eyes forward as he drops his bag and extends his arms. They pat him down and let him go. He picks his bag up again and walks into the arena. Suddenly, he is approached by Garrett Greene. Garrett Greene - Jesse! Jesse wait up! Jesse stops dead in his tracks Williams - What? Garrett Greene - Can I ask you a few questions? Williams - Well I'm headed to the ring...So you'll get them answered there. Jesse walks passed Garrett as we cut back to the announcers. Falcoon - Jesse is gonna be joining us! The fans begin to get up to their feet, awaiting Jesse. Kissens - I can't wait to hear what he has to say. PA System - NOW YOU'RE DOING THE WALTZ WITH YOUR MURDERER! "Memphis Will Be Laid to Waste" by Norma Jean hits the speakers and the fans jump up to their feet. Jesse Williams appears from behind the curtains, sporting a variety of bandages. His Half of the Tag Team Championship belt is hung over his shoulder as the fans applaud him loudly. He slowly limps down the ramp, ignoring the fans and firmly keeping his eyes down on the ramp infront of him. Kissens - He doesn't look the same, y'all. Falcoon - He had a large amount of loss last week on Addiction. Dunn - You can't blame him for feeling empty after all that. He walks up the steel steps and steps into the ring. He walks over towards the side of the ring, where Missy Janson hands him a microphone. The music slowly fades and Jesse walks to the center of the ring. The fans are cheering even louder for Jesse now, which seems to have an effect on him as they chant "Jesse! Jesse!" Falcoon - One thing is for sure...Minneapolis loves Jdubz! Williams - Last Monday, was my fall from grace. The fans boo. Jesse points towards the entrance way. Williams - I was on that same damn ramp... He shifts his hand towards off the edge of the entrance stage. Williams - Before I tackled Trent Steel off of the ramp and to the ground below. The fans cheer loudly. Jesse then again points to the entrance way. Williams - I was backstage, at an arena very similar to this one, when I was stabbed in the back by my Tag Team "partner", and then stabbed in the neck with a syringe by Alexis Cage. Fans boo loudly. Williams - And I was in this same very ring, where I was pinned and lost the OWF World Title. And of course the cheap shot by Chris Green. The fans boo even louder as Jesse begins to hobble around the ring. Williams - But fear not, because while I am disheartened by what happen I will not let it defeat me. People have called this the end of Jesse Williams, but the fact is I am more of a threat now than I was as Champion. I have nothing to lose. What? This piece of tin? Jesse shrugs the Tag Belt off his shoulder. Williams - If I lose it, I lose it. But I'm going to hang onto it for as long as I can just to make Angel's life miserable from now on. He thinks that he made a smart decision in attacking me before my match, but in all actuality he just sold his soul to the devil in a contract written in his blood. We had our problems this weekend and now we'll be in this ring tonight as team mates. Falcoon - They did tear up the Mall of America. Kissens - I heard about that! The fans cheer loudly. Williams - I'm glad you're excited....But, moving on...There's also assholes like Chris Green...Green...Green's a bird with a broken wing who can't fly home. He's sticking around and that is the second mistake he has made. The first? Ever even thinking about crossing paths with me again. The fans cheer. Williams - Sure, Green isn't on drugs and isn't drinking anymore- but he is FAR from sober. He's stuck in a drunken daze thinkin' of the days when he USED to be on top of the world. Newsflash Greener, this ain't 2002. If you come after me one more time, it's going to be your last movements as a human. Jesse pauses and walks around the ring. Williams - Some call last week the worst night of my career. The worst night of my career? Maybe, just maybe. But has anything changed? Sure, I'm not World Champion. But having the entire federation gunning for me is nothing new. The fact that they all tried to take something from me in one night only motivates me. So while I lost a lot, I gained much more. And that spells nothing good for my- Suddenly, "The Coming Curse" by Iced Earth hits the speakers. The fans erupt into a round of cheers for Angel as he appears from behind the curtain. He is wearing the same hospital sweatpants and t-shirt as Jesse with the Tag Title over his shoulder. He limps his way down to the ring as Jesse watches his every move. Falcoon - Well, here are the Tag Team Champions...In all their glory. Angel grabs a microphone from Missy Janson and walks up the steps of the ring. He steps through the ropes and immediately begins to speak. Angel - Oh cut the crap already, Jesse. No one cares about what you have to say. Just shut the hell up and concentrate on the match tonight. Business is business. Williams - I didn't ask for this, you know. I don't want any piece of you. Angel - And you think I want anything to do with you? I want to strangle you every time I'm around you. Williams - I'd much rather bash your skull in than strangle you. The fans cheer loudly as their two favorite wrestlers have a war of words in the middle of the ring. Dunn - This is the definition of a dysfunctional team. Angel - Whatever you say, Jesse. Stop worrying about what happened last week and concentrate on tonight. Williams - Thanks for the advice asshole. Angel - No problem, dickhead. Angel drops the microphone and turns to leave. Williams - Oh hey, Angel... Angel turns around, and is hit with a huge clothesline from Jesse which sends both men over the top rope to the outside. They begin to lay into each other with rights and lefts as the fans start to go bezerk. Kissens - The Tag Champs are brawling y'all! Security rushes down, pulling the two men apart and dragging them up the ramp. Both Jesse and Angel try to get at each other, but eventually security pulls both men backstage as the fans are still going nuts. Falcoon - This is ridiculous! They have a huge match tonight and they can't remain focused on their opponents. Dunn - And it's time for our next match and they delayed it! What jerks! Kissens - I doubt this is going to end tonight. Dunn - This isn't going to end for a very long time. Falcoon - I doubt either of them will stop until the other is out of commission. Dunn - And the irony is they'll have to watch each others backs in order to win. Kissens - They teamed up in the King of the Mountain Match, so it shouldn't be too hard. Falcoon - Yes, but they mostly teamed up to get at each other. Kissens - That's true, y'all. Dunn - I think Missy is ready now... Missy Janson - The next match up is scheduled for a one fall. It is a handicapped match. First fall wins. Coming to the ring first, from Seattle, Washington...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 of the sweater . He discards of his sweater to reveal a scared upper torso. He then stands in the center of the ring awaiting action. Missy Janson - And his partner, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania...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 is gonna be a tough one for Dynamo. Falcoon - I agree. I don't know how well Spaz or Steel will work together, but I do know individually they are both former World Champions. Missy Janson - And their opponent, from San Diego, California...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. 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. The OWF-Tron flickers to life as we see President Chase Johnson sitting in his office. The fans boo loudly as all three men look on. Prez CJ - I just wanted to add a little spice to this match-up. Trent Steel, how would you like it that if you get the pin in this match, you get Kid Dynamo one on one in a Ring of Fire Match at Campus Chaos on March 30th from the Ohio State University Campus? Steel smiles as the fans boo. Prez CJ - And Spaz, how about this...How about if you get the pin in this match, you get Kid Dynamo in a Broken Limb Match at Campus Chaos on the 30th? Spaz smiles and nods his head as the fans give a moderate reception. Prez CJ - Oh, and how about this Dynamo. How about if you win, you get Piter Svoboda one on one in the first match of the night at Campus Chaos?...Non-title. If you beat him, you will get a guaranteed OWF Triple Crown Title shot. Dynamo smiles as the fans go nuts. Prez CJ - Well I'm glad you're all happy, because I officially signed those stipulations into the match this morning. Sorry you didn't get the memo. Falcoon - Moron. Prez CJ - Oh yeah, by the way...It's now a PDA Rules Match...Now ring the damn bell. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) The OWF-Tron flickers to darkness. Spaz starts off the match against Dynamo. Falcoon - That's crazy! Now this match is even more intense than before! The two men lock up in the center of the ring with Spaz getting the upper hand by locking Dynamo in an arm wrench behind his back. Dynamo throws his right elbow back and connects with the head of Spaz sending him down to the mat. Dynamo grabs the leg of Spaz and drags him away from his corner and nails an elbow drop on his midsection. He stands up, following it up with another elbow drop to his midsection. He covers Spaz, 1...2....kickout by Spaz. Trent Steel steps down off the apron and reaches under the ring and pulls out a garbage can full of goodies which he throws into the ring. He slides into the ring and picks up a crutch. Dunn - Yeah.. I was just about to say...Why is he gonna stay on the outside if it's PDA Rules. The referee can't stop him. Dynamo turns around and Steel breaks the crutch across the chest of Kid Dynamo with a baseball swing. Initially he drops to one knee before turning around where Spaz grabs him by the arm. Kissens - He's looking for The End! Dynamo spins out of it and pushes Spaz into Steel. Trent falls to the mat but Spaz stands dazed for a second. Dynamo reaches down, grabbing a parking sign which he dents over the head of Spaz. He falls down to one knee and Dynamo applies a Dragon Sleeper. Steel gets up to his feet, grabbing the steel garbage can and emptying it's contents into the ring. He then puts it over the head of Dynamo who keeps the Dragon Sleeper on Spaz because he cannot move his arms. Steel picks up an aluminum baseball bat that he dumped from the can and he swings, nailing the garbage can and denting it into Dynamo. Dunn - Ugh, That sound was nauseating. Dynamo falls to the mat, releasing Spaz. Steel rears back again, and hits the garbage can once more as Dynamo tries to roll out of the can. Spaz eventually pulls him out of the can, only for a pin attempt...1...2...kickout! Falcoon - He's got heart...That's for sure. Dunn - There's no denying that. Kissens - Either match he'd be in if he lost would be a high risk match of severe injury! Spaz looks up and motions for Steel to pick up Dynamo. Both men grab either of his arms and irish whip him into the ropes, Dynamo bounces back as Steel and Spaz go for a double clothesline. Dynamo is able to duck under their arms and bounce off the opposite ropes. He jumps into the air, attempting a double clothesline but Trent and Spaz catch him in mid air and nail a double spinebuster on Dynamo. Spaz quickly covers Dynamo as the referee counts...1...2...Trent Steel grabs Spaz by the legs and pulls him off of Dynamo, breaking the count. Steel follows up by hopping across Dynamo, pinning him...1...2...kickout by Dynamo. Spaz and Steel get into each others faces as Dynamo struggles to get back up to his feet. He reaches down, grabbing an empty glass mug which was in the steel garbage can and Dynamo rears it back. Spaz turns around and Dynamo shatters the mug right over his forehead, sending him down to the mat. Trent tries to hit Dynamo with a punch, but Dynamo stabs the sharp ends of the handle of the broken mug into the pectoral of Steel. Blood begins to spurt out as the handle remains lodged in his chest. Kissens - I'm gonna be sick, y'all. Dunn - Not on me! Not on me! Falcoon - OR ME EITHER! Steel falls to one knee as he pulls the glass handle out of his chest and tosses it to the ground. Spaz is still on the mat holding his forehead while Steel gets back up to his feet. Out of nowhere, Dynamo nails Steel with Bad Luck Charm standing superkick. Falcoon - BAD LUCK CHARM! Spaz stands up and looks at Dynamo as he falls on top of Steel. Spaz immediately breaks the count and lifts Dynamo up to his feet. He irish whips Dynamo into the corner and reaches down, picking up the aluminum bat again. He approaches Dynamo and hits him with the butt end of the bat, doubling him over. Steel stands up to his feet and Spaz turns around. He swings wildly and connects with Steel's face before dropping the bat. Kissens - WHAT THE HELL Y'ALL! Spaz grabs Dynamo by the arm and lays him on top of Steel as Spaz leaves the ring. Falcoon - What the hell is this all about? The referee looks bewildered as he begins the count...1...2...3! Missy Janson - The winner of this match....Kid Dynamo!
Kissens - He pulled it off, y'all! Falcoon - I don't know if the outcome would have been the same if Spaz had stuck around. Dunn - I think he got fed up with Steel. He just wasn't himself. Kissens - Spaz looked great in the ring. Falcoon - He really has improved lately. Dunn - Maybe that was a message being sent by Spaz two weeks in a row now -- Don't fuck with him Cut backstage, where Jesse Williams has just come out of the men's restroom. He stops by a water fountain for a drink, oblivious to fact that he is being hunted. Moxie - Jesse! Williams - Huh? An off guard Jesse Williams looks up just in time to get blindsided by Moxie Roxie, who puts on arm around Jesse's shoulders, while pointing to a trio of photographers with the opposing hand. Moxie - Look that way, please. Jesse obliges, as a series of flashes go off. Moxie gives her most photogenic smile, while Jesse blinks repeatedly at the visual assault. After a few dozen shots, the picture makers scatter. Moxie removes her arm from Jesse and rubs her eyes. Moxie - Sorry about the blinding. Don't worry, it's only temporary. Thanks for the photo op, homey. Moxie sprints down the corridor, leaving a curious Jesse unsure of what to say. He decides to get another drink of water. He turns and walks in the other direction towards his locker room. He rounds a corner and comes upon the door, which has a note taped to it in pink. It reads... "Hey stud...How about a hummer? Meet me backstage five minutes after the Main Event" Jesse rips the letter off his door and smiles, he walks inside and slams the door behind him as the cameras switch back to the announcers booth. Falcoon - What's that all about? Kissens - Maybe Moxie has a crush! Dunn - Jesse could use a pick me up. Falcoon - You two are gross. I still wanna know what's behind that curtain. The cameras cut to the red curtain on the stage. Dunn - It's probably nothing. Kissens - Yeah. The camera's cut to the halls backstage as we see Godsmack and Plague walking towards the entrance. Godsmack is adjusting his elbow pads and flexing his neck as Plague simply walks with a determined look in his eyes. Godsmack turns to Plague and speaks. Godsmack - Now remember the plan. Stick to it, and we can nail these fuckers. Plague - Got it. With determination on their minds, they continue to walk towards the entrance. They reach the entrance. They stand and wait anxiously for their music to play. Missy Janson - It is time for the Main Event! The fans cheer loudly. Missy Janson - It is a tag team match for the OWF Tag Team Championship! Coming to the ring first, the team of Godsmack and Plague! 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 Godsmack and Plague from behind the curtain. They stand side by side holding their arms in the air. 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 as Plague follows right behind him. Garbage is being launched from every direction flying past, or occasionally bouncing off a body part of Godsmack and Plague as Godsmack shrugs each blow of pepsi off and slides quickly into the ring as the garbage continues to be thrown at Plague. He stretches with the ropes as he awaits the beginning of the match as Plague slides in right after him. Dunn - They look to be in good spirits with each other. Falcoon - Better than the Champions. Missy Janson - And their opponents, they are the OWF Tag Team Champions...Coming to the ring first from Smithtown, New York....Angel! The soft, yet haunting piano melodies of The Coming Curse by Iced Earth calmly resonate from the speakers. As the sound fills the arena, a faint beam of golden light shines on the entrance. There are a few moments of silence as the piano continues, then the distorted guitars kick in and flames shoot up lining the ramp. Angel slowly walks out, observing his surroundings and not phased by the crowds reaction. He continues to the ring in this same manner, and only when he is in the middle of the ring for a few moments does the music stop, echoing throughout the arena. Missy Janson - And his partner, 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. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Angel and Williams are arguing in their corner over who will be in the ring first as Godsmack steps forward while Plague steps through the ropes. Angel pushes Jesse up against the ropes and walks away with his eyes on Jesse. Godsmack charges and nearly decapitates Angel with a hard clothesline. Williams steps to the outside of the ring. Falcoon - This is going to be a long night. Godsmack reaches down, lifting Jesse up by his hair. Williams breaks the hold and kicks Godsmack in the gut. Quickly he follows up with a drop kick to his face that sends Godsmack to the mat. Williams kip's up and runs at Plague, knocking him off the apron to the floor. Godsmack gets to his feet and runs at Jesse, but Williams hits the ground at the last second and Godsmack is sent flying through the ropes to the outside. Godsmack and Plague check on each other while Williams backs up to the other side of the ring, he turns and nails a right hook to the face of Angel which not only sends him down to the floor, but also makes him the legal man. Jesse charges at the ropes and leaps from the canvas to the top rope, from there he springboards off and twists nailing a twisting attack on Godsmack and Plague as the fans shake the arena to it's core. Kissens - WHOAAA!! SEE THAT Y'ALL?!? Dunn - WHAT a move! Falcoon - Jesse is a risk taker, but they are calculated! Dunn - He's grown wise in his older age. Kissens - I was talking about him hitting Angel! Falcoon - Oh yeah, that too. Williams drags himself up into the ring, at about the same time Angel does. Jesse has his back to his partner who grabs him in a reverse waist lock and tosses Jesse backwards over his head, connecting with a huge release german suplex. Williams rolls out of the ring to the floor as Godsmack begins to get back into the ring. Angel walks over to him and stomps the back of his head hard, sending him down to the mat as soon as Godsmack crawls into the ring. Angel stomps the back of his head again before grabbing a hold of his hair and lifting Godsmack up into a side headlock. Angel wrenches the neck of Godsmack and turns to face Jesse who is back up on the apron at this point. Angel takes his free hand and flips off Jesse as the fans cheer loudly before he takes the free left hand, balls it up into a fist and punches Godsmack right on the top of his head sending him to his back. Angel drops to the mat and covers Godsmack...1...2..kickout. Plague is back up on the apron in his corner cheering on his partner as Angel pulls Godsmack up to his knees. He fights back, unleashing two lightning quick jabs to the abdomen of Angel, but Angel reverses Godsmack's momentum with a sharp double axe handle smash to the back of his head sending him right down to the mat again. Williams calls for the tag and Angel begins to walk over to him. Falcoon - I can't believe he's going to Tag in Jesse! Angel walks within about six feet of his corner and he smiles as he stops dead in his tracks. Williams extends his arm but Angel just stares at him. Dunn - I guess he isn't. Angel turns back around, but as soon as he does he is met by Godsmack taking him down with Smacked Up. Kissens - Angel paid for it with that massive spear! Godsmack falls to the mat exhausted as Angel holds onto his midsection in pain. Godsmack rolls over onto his stomach and crawls to his corner. Plague extends his hand and Godsmack reaches up, slapping the hand of Plague. He steps into the ring and he runs over to Angel who is up to all fours. Plague kicks Angel in the ribcage, sending him down onto his back in pain. Plague covers Angel, hooking his leg while the referee slides into place...1...2...kickout by Angel. Falcoon - He's in a lot of pain and he is choosing to do this alone. Dunn - It may cost them both the Tag Titles. Plague stands up, dragging Angel to his feet. Godsmack gets up in his corner at this time, cheering Plague to irish whip Angel into their corner. Plague nods and grabs Angel by the arm. He then attempts to irish whip Angel across the ring to his corner but Angel reverses it and attempts an irish whip of his own. Plague is able to reverse that and send Angel back first into Angel's corner. Jesse elbows Angel on the back of his head, tagging himself in as Angel falls to the mat. Plague immediately attempts The Vaccine superkick, but Jesse catches Plagues leg up on his shoulder. Jesse turns and wraps Plague up in a Capture Suplex as Plague bounces up on his one foot while the other is held by Jesse up over his shoulder. Williams tosses him over his head and Plague crashes down to his back. Kissens - Jesse and Angel are going at it at every tag, and then taking care of business once they are in the ring. Falcoon - It's very interesting to see them each come in and do everything by themselves, and ignore their partner. Dunn - They're both treating it like it's a handicapped match. Kissens - Yeah, as if its like a three on one match for both of them. Falcoon - Exactly. Dunn - It shouldn't be that way when the Tag Titles are on the line. Jesse hops up to his feet as Angel pulls himself up in his corner. Plague lays on his back, holding his neck. Williams approaches his corner as Angel shouts at him. He follows it up by spitting on Jesse. Williams wipes the spit from his eye and flings it to the mat before smiling and walking away. Plague is up to his knees as Godsmack is looking for the tag. Williams runs towards him and knees him right in the face with a shining wizard. Godsmack looks pissed as Williams stands up, backing away from Plague. He is letting him go get the tag from Godsmack, but Godsmack steps down the steel steps and starts jawing with the fans as he walks towards the announcers booth. He leaves Plague in the ring alone as he grabs Jackie Kissens and tosses her out of her seat. He puts on the headset and sits down in her seat. Godsmack - Hello, hello. Falcoon - Don't you have a match to wrestle. Godsmack - No, Plague does. Williams looks back at Angel who is still cursing him out and yelling for the tag. Jesse slowly walks towards his corner nodding his head. Angel extends his hand and Williams holds his right hand up. SMACK! Williams smacks Angel right across the face as the fans cheer loudly. Jesse steps out of the ring and down to the floor. Dunn - Ouch! Godsmack - Yeah that was a hard slap from a girlie man like Jesse! Angel ignores Jesse and steps into the ring, walking over to Plague who is leaning up against the ropes. He knees him in the midsection doubling Plague over. Angel grabs Plague into a front face lock, before throwing his arm over his head into a suplex position. He picks Plague up into the air and holds him vertically for a few seconds. The fans cheer as Angel takes his free arm and raises it, looking for crowd reaction. Godsmack - He's just showing off now! Dunn - I think he has the right to do it! Falcoon - I agree. Godsmack - Angel is a piece of trash! Dunn - He's nothing of the sort! Godsmack - Yeah okay. He's garbage. Falcoon - I don't know about that... Angel walks closer to his corner as he turns Plague around and turns the suplex position into a tombstone piledriver position. Angel sits out and drives Plague's head into the mat with Angel's Holocaust. Falcoon - Angel's holocaust! Godsmack - Oh that's it? Dunn - That's a devastating move! Godsmack - Yeah, whatever you say, jobber. Angel stands up holding his arms in the air. He doesn't realize he has his back right up against the ropes of his corner. Jesse reaches up, grabbing the hands of Angel which are extended up into the air by his arms, and thus tags himself in. Williams steps up to the second rope from the outside apron and springboards up onto the shoulders of Angel, placing both feet on either side of his head. He uses it as a platform to jump and land a Swanton Bomb on Plague. Godsmack - HAHAH! Oh Jesse...He screws another parnter! Williams quickly make the cover...1...2...3! Missy Janson - The winner of this bout and STILL OWF Tag Team Champions....Angel and Jesse Williams! Falcoon - Well, there you go. One defense down. Godsmack drops the headset and rushes to the side of the ring. Williams rolls out of the ring with his half of the Tag Titles and heads to the ramp as Godsmack charges Plague and spears him down to the ground. Williams looks back and sees Godsmack attacking Plague and he makes his exit. He lays motionless as Godsmack slides into the ring and sneaks up behind a fallen Angel. Angel slowly arises to his feet. He receives a light tap on the shoulder. He turns around and looks as if he has seen a ghost. Godsmack quickly delivers a hard clothesline sending Angel to the outside of the ring. Falcoon - What an attack. Kissens - And Jesse got the hell out of there already! Godsmack rushes to the outside and reaches under the ring. Moments pass by as Angel is able to regain his composure. Godsmack returns from underneath the ring with a large rope in hand. Angel gets to his feet and attacks Godsmack from behind. An all out brawl ensues, as neither man able to get the upper hand. Angel throws a large right, as Godsmack drops to his knees and nails Angel in the crotch with a low blow. Angel drops to his knees and then completely to the floor holding his gut in pain. Dunn - This isn't looking good for either man. Godsmack ties a noose around Angel's neck as he lays helpless. He then grabs the rope and proceeds to drag Angel up the ramp. Pumping his legs, he drags Angels body by the rope all the way up the ramp. Angels back being absolutely torn in the assualt. He squirms to free himself, but to no avail. Godsmack drags him all the way up the ramp and eventually stops, in front of the red curtain. He begins stomping the living shit out of Angel, hammering him in mid section, following up with blows to the skull. Angel lays motionless as Godsmack screams for a microphone. He is handed one by one of the referee's. Godsmack - Did you want me to hang this fucker? Put him out his own misery? Or did you all want me to cut him? Make him bleed? Inflict all of the damage and then some for what he did to me last week? I hate this fucker! I hate this fucker more than I hate all of you, and I think it is time I introduce him to my friend... Boo's fill the arena combined with chants of "asshole". Godsmack brushes them off before continuing to speak. Godsmack - Because I can handle the truth you pathetic excuse for a "superstar" One stomp to Angel's head before continuing his speach. Godsmack - I use Corel for starters. Another stomp to head followed by a hard knee to midsection. Angel rolls, holding his gut in absolute pain. Godsmack - And the truth is, I actually do have friends around here. Let me introduce you to my best friend of all. Godsmack picks Angel up by the neck and throws him towards the curtain. Angel stumbles almost tearing the curtain from its support. Godsmack rushes over and tears the curtain down in his path. The camera's cut to a sadistic smile on Godsmacks face as a look of terror is shown on Angel's face. Kissens - That's...That's a CASKET! Godsmack's best friend is a casket? Weird! Dunn - What if Draco's in that casket? He's coming back folks! Falcoon - Sit down and shut up! Look, I think that is a bottle of gasoline beside the casket. This doesn't bold well for Angel. Godsmack grabs a nearbye shovel. He raises it high in the air and crashes it down hard on the skull of Angel as blood begins to trickle from his nose. Godsmack drops the shovel and jumps on top of the casket. He stands high on top of the casket sadistically as he grabs the microphone once more. Godsmack - It's all quite simple in my mind. Im done with your mind games, it's time to play a few of my own. You want me to kick your ass out of here, your last remaining friend was Draco, and you have a fascination with fire. I think its time that you join Draco, in hell you son of a bitch...Get the fuck over here! Godsmack
jumps off the casket as Angel tries desperately to escape
the knot around his neck. Godsmack grabs the gasoline, as
he attempt to pour it, Angel meets him with a large chop
to the knees sending Godsmack, and the bottle to the
ground. The bottle of gasoline begins to pour all around
the casket. The two men are both slow to their feet, but
as they regain their compusure, they both realize they
are standing face to Falcoon - Oh my god! Angel just dropped Godsmack into the casket! Kissens - Light him up Angel baby! Angel finally releases the knot around his kneck. He looks around as the fans cheer for him to continue. He walks slowly towards the casket, look inside. Sudenly, a small flash of light blinds Angel's eyes. Godsmack flashes a barbecue lighter in Angel's eyes sending him to the floor, but as he falls, his arms hits the lighter and the lighter drops to the mat aswell. Within moments, the entire stage lights up in flames. A big circle of flame surrounds the casket as the fans in that section scramble for safety. Moments pass as security and on hand fire fighters attempt to put out the blaze. From the wreckage we see Angel and Godsmack, in the middle of the blaze, standing toe to toe. exchanging blow for blow. The fire crew struggles to put the massive blaze out. Dunn - Fire! Get the fuck out of here! Kissens - Look! Angel and Godsmack are still fighting within the blaze! They are possessed! Falcoon - Shut up and let's go! Folks, see you next we--
We cut to the backstage area where we see Jesse Williams walking back to his locker room with the Tag Title over his shoulder. He opens the door and turns on the lights, stepping inside. The door closes and the camera focuses on the wall. A horn is heard blasting and tires screech from a distance as the camera pans to the left to check the noise. A black H2 Hummer comes speeding through the security gate, tearing up the grill and front end of the Hummer. It begins to pick up speed as it crashes straight on into the wall of Jesse Williams' locker room. The alarm for the SUV goes off as the camera moves closer to see who is driving, but there is only a brick on the gas pedal and a belt attached to the steering wheel. On the shattered windsheild is a note, written in pink on a white piece of paper under the left wiper blade. The camera focuses on the note as a crowd begins to develop... "Was this the best hummer you've ever gotten, Jesse. There's much more to come. Yours always, just like you're mine at
Campus Chaos... Fade to black on the note. |
