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* DARK MATCH * OWF BS&T TAG TITLE MATCH
The first shot of the night is a view of the “Team Moxie” locker room as Valtiel and Moxie sit talking. Suddenly the door is kicked in. A man in a long black robe walks into the room. Valtiel charges at him and a mammoth sized hand picks him up and slams him into the lockers. He holds Valtiel in a chokehold. ??? - Your punishment is at my hands! Moxie Roxie - Who the fuck are you! ??? - It is not me you need to worry about... A woman walks in behind the man in the black robe. She's a goth chick. Dressed in all black with black and white makeup. Moxie Roxie - Oh great another freak! Tracy Steel - Oh no...I'm Trent's sister Tracy. See we have a rule. All bitches get punked out by me first! Moxie charges Tracy as Valtiel kicks the man in the black robe in the face and the guy lets him go. The cameras cut to black and immediately the feed switches. We open up to the inside of Jesse Williams locker room. The World Champion himself walks past the cameras and steps into his room to find Vacant sitting, in his orange skimask and a black windbreaker taping up his fingers with white fabric tape. He stares right at Jesse as he continues to wrap up the tips. Vacant - Hey. You still have my mom right? Steel claimed he got her. Williams looks shocked. Jesse Williams - Uh, he's playing games with you and your father Nicky. Your mom is completely safe. Steel hasn't a clue where she is. Vacant sighs. Vacant - Well, good job. There is silence between the two. Jesse Williams - What's up your ass tonight? Vacant - Got a big match. Just not in the mood to talk. Jesse Williams - Alright. I won't be here long, I got some business to attend to. Vacant - Whaaaatever. Williams sits down on the couch and the two sit in silence, with Vacant continuing to tape his fingers as the cameras fade out to the show intro.
A video package flickers on across the screen, showing the new breed of the OWF. Press on these tannins Of course the law is fountains The video shows highlights of the past year in the OWF, dating up to the latest events. You're right, I get it Do you want enough? As the vocals fade out, the logo of the OWF is fixated on the screen before fading out to black.
The cameras open up to the sold out Erwin Center as the crowd is going nuts. "I Get It" by Chevelle pumps through the speakers as the fans wave their signs, their arms, their shirts -- anything to show their excitement. Pyro shoots off on the stage while the introduction video package for Addiction plays on the OWF Tron. The lights start to turn back to normal as the cameras quickly focus in on the ring and Missy Janson. Falcoon - AHoooooo folks. Welcome to Monday Addiction! Kissens - I'm back bitches! Dunn - Greeeaaat! Falcoon - Folks we are only a few days away from the first ever OWF Doubleheader Pay Per View and let me tell you, things could not be hotter right now. Dunn - No time for chatter, it's time for the first match! A very special impromptu showcase. The lights all focus in on Missy as the smoke from the pyro disappates. The fans continue to cheer, but Missy begins to speak over them. Missy Janson - The first match of the night is scheduled for one fall! PA System - IIIIIII.. need to feel you! Youuuuu need to feel me! IIII can't control you.. You're not the one for me NO! The lights dim as "Control" by Puddle of Mudd hits the PA system. Missy Janson - Introducing first... From Bentonville Arkansas.... Tara Headoff! Duel spotlights travel across the crowd and meet directly over the ramp. The lights kick on as Tara Headoff steps out onto the stage. Tara puts her kendo stick in the air, but she gets a very small response from the crowd, she shrugs then jogs down to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. Falcoon - At least she made it to the ring without killing herself. Dunn - Amen. Missy Janson - And her opponent... From Denver, Colorado... Robin Sparks! PA System - I'm in the business of misery, lets take it from the top... The arena lights spark up and orange spot lights flicker over the stage. "Misery Business" by Paramore hits the PA system and plays through while the fans sit in silence waiting for someone to step through the curtain. We cut back stage to show Robin Sparks standing nervously behind the curtain with her mentor giving guidance. Alexis Cage - This song is AWESOME! I ALMOST choose it insted. Robin Sparks - I hate this song. This totally goes against everything I stand for. Alexis Cage - Go get em tiger! Robin Sparks - It's not my cue! Stage Director - It's not her cue! Alexis shoves Robin through the curtain. She stumbles onto the stage and is able to catch her balance before the song's chorus hits. PA System - I refuse I refuse I refuse! WOOOOOOAH! I never meant to BREAK! The cue was obviously early as the spotlights trail behind Robin on her way to the ring. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Tara tugs Robin by the arm and whips her into the ropes... Robin bounces off and slides under Tara's legs, ducking her clothesline attempt. Robin climbs to her feet, Tara wirls her fist at Robin but Robin dodges it and drop kicks Tara in the back of the knee. Tara falls to her knees, Robin hooks her in a ddt position and tries to take her down. Tara fights back and lifts off her knees to her feet, Robins toes come off the ground, Tara latches on to Robin's waste and counters with a northern lights suplex with a bridge. The ref makes the count.. 1...2...3! Falcoon - Heeeeyyyy! Tara won a match! Dunn - That's.... Terrible! Missy Janson - The winner of this match...Tara Headoff! We cut to Alexis Cage who is crouched down behind a soda machine in the backstage lobby next to a group of locker room doors. One of the doors opens and Moxie Roxie steps out, shutting the door behind her... Alexis Cage - Three, Two... HAHAHAHA BITCH! Alexis leaps up and opens a shaken up can of pepsi and sprays it all over Moxie. Moxie is stunned for a moment as she watches Alexis laugh while she emptied the can. Moxie lunges forward and pushes Alexis head first into the wall. Moxie Roxie - GREAT! I gotta change.... Alexis doesn't resond or get up right away. After a few seconds a rattling sound comes from an open door next to where Moxie came out from. Alexis drags herself up and peers into the room. Alexis Cage - What the FUCK are you doing in my lockerroom? The camera's follow her inside and show a tired Robin Sparks looking through a purse. Alexis Cage - Is that my purse? Robin Sparks - You got any gum? Alexis Cage - GET OUTTA MY PURSE! Robin Sparks - Dude what's YOUR problem? Alexis Cage - My problem is... You're a loser! And until you can learn how to win.. You DON'T need to be in my locker room! Alexis snatches her purse from Robin. Robin stands up to leave silently... Alexis Cage - Nu uh. You don't think you're gonna leave without a lesson do you? Alexis grabs Robin by the wrist and slings her into the wall. Robin hits the flood with a loud thud... Alexis grabs her by the hair and drags her already lifeless body into the hallway. Across the hall a door with "Eclipse" written on it is cracked open. Alexis grins and scoops up Robin then slams her into the door with force! Robin spills onto the floor of the room and Alexis quietly reaches in to shut the door. Alexis Cage - That's that. She wipes her hands clean while returning to her locker room and closing the door behind her. Suddenly Eclipse's door opens and out walks "The Wraith" herself Eclipse. She scoops Robin up and holds her like a battering ram then charges at Alexis's door! BAM! The top of Robin's head smacks the center of the door. BAM! She does it again! The camera's cut to another feed in the arena. The new feed opens as we see Ray Lopes is walking around backstage the Erwin Center when all of a sudden a voice calls to him. Undisclosed Voice - Enjoying your victory from last week Ray? Startled, Ray turns around to see EJ Slayer emerging from the shadows. Ray looks him up and down one time. Ray Lopes - I didn't need your help to beat Specter, I was bout to DLE him anyways! Slayer smirks. EJ Slayer - Come on now Ray, don't go looking the gift horse in the mouth, I couldn't have my opponent for Shock and Terror come into that with a loss, now could I? Ray gives Slayer a confused glance. Ray Lopes - The hell you talking bout? EJ Slayer - Maybe you need to keep in the loop with CJ better Ray. I asked for the match, CJ gave it to me. You think you're big and bad Ray, well I decided it was time for you to man up and prove it. See you at the show. Slayer walks away, leaving Ray with a look of both disbelief and annoyance on his face. Ray Lopes - Man, I don't believe this shit, I better go get at CJ. With that Ray takes off in the direction of CJ's office. The cameras cut back to ringside. Falcoon - EJ Slayer requested Lopes. Dunn - But why? Kissens - I don't know. Maybe to prove a point? Dunn - What point though? Falcoon - Hopefully CJ has some answers. Missy Janson stands out of her seat at ringside and lifts the microphone up to her mouth. Kissens - Looks like we'll have a second match before we get any answers! Missy Janson - Coming up, our second match of the night...It is an Earn Your Contract Triple Threat Match...Coming to the ring first, Gavin Delacroix! A generic rock song with no vocals plays over the speakers as Gavin Delacroix walks out from the back. He tries to amp up the crowd, but they remain absolutely silent. Dunn - This newbie match is going to kill this crowd! Gavin slaps a few fans hands who are extended and he rolls into the ring. The music fades out and he walks into his corner, begining to stretch and prepare. Missy Janson - And one of his opponents, Demetrious Young! A generic hip hop beat bumps out of the PA System as an amped up Demetrious Young struts out onto the ramp. Again, the fans could care less about his appeals for them to "Get up!" and "Move around!". He skips down the ramp, hopping up onto the apron and stepping into the ring. He walks to his corner and holds up both arms, and receives a very light ovation as his music slowly fades out. Falcoon - Austin was excited to see the OWF. Kissens - Was is the key word. Missy Janson - And the last member of this match, Enriko Gates! A smooth jazz song plays over the speakers as Enriko Gates walks out from the back. He doesn't even bother acknowledging the crowd and just begins his slow walk down the ramp. Dunn - Seriously, where do they get these chumps? He slides under the bottom rope and gets into the ring, glaring at his opponents as his music fades out. Missy exits the ring as the fans remain mostly silent, as the bell rings. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) The three men glare at each other, waiting for one of them to make the first move. Gavin Delacroix looks for a leg hook on Enriko Gates, but he avoids it and steps into an elbow from Demetrious Young. He stumbles back and has his legs sweeped out from under him by Gavin. Once Gavin stands up he is nailed with a stiff forearm from Demetrious. Dunn - I'm bored! Suddenly from the back, Thug 1 and Thug 1 run out with their OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Titles in tow. They slide into the ring and Thug 1 obliterates Demetrious Young with his Blood Tag Team Title. The referee calls for the bell. Kissens - Thank god! Thug 2, meanwhile, waits for Enriko Gates to stand up and he is crushed with the Tears Tag Team Title. The bell is rung again, but The Gangsters Disciples ignore it. Falcoon - What's their point for all of this? Gavin Delacroix stumbles up to his feet but he is clothelined nearly out of his boots by Thug 1. The fans stand and give The Gangsters Disciples a loud ovation as Missy stands out of her seat. Missy Janson - This match has been ruled a no contest. Thug 1 and Thug 2 stand over the three beaten men, holding their OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Championships over their shoulders, and they call for Missy's microphone. She leaves her seat and walks towards the ring, handing it to Thug 1 through the ropes. The fans cheer them, since they ended the terribly painful match. Thug 1 - You think that was impressive? That was nothing! We didn't come out here to beat on some no names who won't even be around tomorrow. Thug 1 hands the microphone to Thug 2. Thug 2 - No, we came out here to prove a point. We are laying out an open challenge to any active Tag Team out there. If you think what you got, bring it on! Both of the Gangsters Disciples stare at the ramp, awaiting for someone to come out. Dunn - Is anybody going to come out? Falcoon - I don't know. They said active Tag Teams. Kissens - I think we have like, two of those. Thug 2 throws the microphone out of the ring as both men remain focused on the ramp. PA System - ARRRRIIIIIIBAAAAAAA! Dunn - HAHAHAHA YES! The Mexican Hat Dance Song hits the speakers as Mucho Grasa and No Hablo Ingles make their way out from the back. The fans give them a huge reception as they come out waving their arms. Kissens - I haven't seen these guys in a while. They both walk to opposite sides of the ramp and begin slapping the extended hands of the fans. They both slide into the ring and the Thugs drop their Tag Titles, kicking them to the side of the ring. The bell sounds as the referee from the Triple Threat Match hops back into the ring. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Falcoon - I guess this is now a legit match! No Hablo Ingles goes after Thug 1 but gets picked up and taken down with a huge spinebuster by Thug 2 who steps in his way. Mucho Grasa attempts to attack Thug 2 from behind as he hovers over No Hablo Ingles, but Thug 1 comes out of nowhere and licks the chubby legs out from under Mucho Grasa. Thug 1 quickly picks up Mucho Grasa and tosses him into the ropes as Thug 2 stands up behind them. Thug 1 bends over as Mucho Grasa bounces back and Thug 1 nails a back body drop on Mucho Grasa. As he flies in the air, Thug 2 catches him in a powerbomb position and sits out, nailing a sitout powerbomb. Kissens - Whoooa cool move! The referee slides into position as Mucho's shoulders remained pinned to the mat...1...2...3 Missy Janson - The winners of this....match....Thug 1 and Thug 2! Dunn - Damnit, I was pulling for them! Kissens - As was I. I always loved those mexi's! As Thug 1 and Thug 2 stand in the ring both Mucho Grasa and No Hablo Ingles retreat to the back. Thug 1 and Thug 2 remain in the ring, "Make Me Bad" by Korn begins to blast over the PA System. Dunn - What the hell is this...1999? They look towards the entrance ramp as they each drape their tag titles over their shoulders looking to see what is happening. As they look up the ramp, a fan wearing a black hooded sweatshirt comes from out of the crowd and slips into the ring behind them. As they turn around they stare at him and step towards him. He grabs a microphone and while on his knees in the corner just looks at them at speaks. Man - Hey hold up their boys. They stop but still staring a hole into the man they seem to know. Man - Yeah, you know better to try and lay a hand on me. After all it would be a real Bummer Dawgs to violate your deal you made with devil per say just to get them tag titles. The only problem I see though is you two have not been keeping up your end of the deal. The lights flicker a bit as he gets up and stares them in the face. Man - You know me, and I know you and point blank you have a PPV to defend them at and if your not careful your fairytale may be put to an end. The Lights go dim once more and come back on as a huge behemouth of a man wearing a mankind like mask is behind them. Clenched fist and with chain in hand. Man - I am sure you recall "1210" boys! All I can say is watch it or not only will he beat you down but I will expose you for the frauds that you are. It could have been easy but for now we will let it slide. You know who I am, and if you have a problem with it then take it to the devil that is my father.. Either way til The Renegades decide to take the tag titles from you, just do what you do and that is kill jobbers. With that he takes "1210" and has him exit as well as he too exits. Soon after the Gangsters Disciples exit as well and we fade to the backstage area. As the scene switches, the crowd is prompted to pop for Moxie Roxie, who appears to be exiting a women's restroom. The OWF knows great television. As she locks eyes on the camera, a look of disgust crosses her face. Moxie Roxie - What's that smell? As if on cue, a gangly teenager with green hair and matching teeth steps into the frame. He's grinning like a radioactive gameshow host, though it's hard to say what he could be smiling about; it's certainly not because he got a clean bill of oral hygiene from the dentist. In fact, he is, all in all, a dirty young man. From the mats in his hair to the filth tan that stains his visible skin, about the only thing that can be said for his cleanliness is he isn't emitting visible stink lines. Moxie Roxie - If I had a bar of soap, I'd autograph it. Teen - No sweat. Soap is an enemy of the Revolution. Moxie Roxie - In that case, God save the effing queen. The boy screws up his face in disgust. Teen - They control you through fear. Fear of being looked down upon because you're "dirty." Then they sell you the solution, little bits of cucumber and melon and vitamin E and water lily and Mother Fucker knows what else packed into a handy little bar, and you smear that shit all over yourself because you're ashamed of what comes naturally with being human. They can smell your obedience. The lad regains his composure. Teen - Anyway, I'm here on official business. Moxie Roxie - Get down to it. I'm a busy priestess. Teen - Our leader wants to meet with you. Moxie Roxie - I've got a conflict of interest with Trent Steel's legion of 'tards. Teen - The Cult of Steel? Please. I'm dirty, not stupid. Moxie Roxie - I'll take your word for it. Can we jump to the conclusion already? Teen - I'm a soldier in the Freedom Army. They call me Rancid... Moxie Roxie - I'll bet. Rancid - ... because they're my favorite band. The Freedom Kid wants to speak to you. Moxie Roxie - Lucky me. Do I have time for a little primping first? Rancid - That won't be necessary. Now please, follow me. The two walk off as the scene fades back to the announcers booth. Falcoon - What's that all about? Kissens - Freedom Kid is getting the word out there. Dunn - What word though? Kissens - Uh, fuck, y'all. I don't know! We rejoin the backstage action outside what appears to be a men's room with an Out of Order sign plastered across it. The cameraman, obviously acting on keen journalistic intuition, cracks the door and finesses his lens into the gap to catch OWF's own bubblegum-haired beauty in the middle of a conversation either with somebody who's offscreen or a row of urinals. Moxie Roxie - I'm impressed your sanctum isn't as smelly as your messenger. Let's get to bantering, before my verbalizing turns to vomiting. Freedom Kid - So long as it doesn't turn to vocalizing. I'd hate for my ears to bleed all over my mask. Moxie Roxie - Always nice to meet a fan. Freedom Kid - I'll tell you if I see one. Moxie Roxie - Step outside your little toilet kingdom and keep your eyes open. Arena's full of them. Freedom Kid - Then maybe I can help you put some smiles on their faces. Moxie Roxie - Listening. Freedom Kid - Main event tonight. A certain hero by default is going to try to mess everything up. Might put Vacant's father in some serious danger... if that sort of thing were to bother you. Moxie breaks eyes with Freedom Kid for a moment, opting for his shoes instead before turning her gaze back upward. Moxie Roxie - It... Might. Freedom Kid - I'd love to help, but I'm afraid to leave my toilet kingdom. Might see one of your fans. Ball's in your court. Moxie Roxie - Are you effing with me? Freedom Kid - "Effing"? Afraid of the fuck-word, are we? If I'm "effing" with you, you'll have plenty of opportunity to get me back for it. I'll see you at Shock and Terror. Until then... He points to the door. Freedom Kid - You're in the mens room. Get out of here before I sue you for sexual harassment. Moxie turns and leaves in a huff, exiting the bathroom in a huff as the camera switches feeds. We cut to the garage where we see Joe Cool standing infront of a black car talking to a young, attractive blonde. We pick up mid-conversation. Joe Cool - Yeah, he's been really getting on my nerves lately. Woman - You should just ignore it. Joe Cool - It's kinda hard to when -- Suddenly out of nowhere, Drake Munday runs in and nails the Darkness RKO on Joe Cool in the parking lot. The woman screams in fear and begins to move away from Munday. Falcoon - What is this psycho doing? Dunn - I don't know, but I doubt we can show it on the OWF Network. Kissens - Yeah, someone should stop him. Drake Munday stares at the woman who backs around the black car, keeping it between her and him. He steps to the left, to which she steps to the right. He steps over towards the right, and she steps to the left. He laughs and then runs around the car quickly, but she is able to make it to the otherside. Again they stare at each other from across the car. Drake steps to the left, and she steps to the right but she trips. Dunn - Oh shit. Drake hops up onto the car and walks over the hood. He looks to hop down but as he stands on the edge of the car a recovered Joe Cool grabs Drake Munday in a firemans carry and nails a sitout spinebuster. Falcoon - Solitare Unraveling on Drake Munday on the concrete! Kissens - I think that sends a strong message! Dunn - Yeah -- Don't cockblock me. Falcoon - Right. Folks, we'll be right back after this quick commercial break!
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As we come back to the live feed, we see Ray Lopes as he walks up to President Chase Johnson's office. He's about to knock, when all of a sudden the door flings open and out walks Johnson. Prez CJ - Whoa! CJ is somewhat startled, but quickly collects himself. Prez CJ - Ray...how can I help you? Ray Lopes - EJ Slayer... Prez CJ - Yes, what about him? Ray Lopes - What's the deal booking me against him at Shock and Terror? Prez CJ - Hey he came to me wanting a match with you, so I gave it to him. You should be honored, he has in his contract that I can only book him against foes that interest him. Ray doesn't seem too impressed. Prez CJ - And if you beat him you get his Network title shot, he earned a while back! Ray still doesn't look too enthused. Prez CJ - Well, I got some business to tend to. Good luck against Slayer at Shock and Terror! CJ walks off leaving Ray to himself. Ray shakes his head before being struck from behind with an elbow. Staggered, Ray turns to catch a heavily tattooed forearm, knocking him back into a wall. Slayer steps into the light, nailing Ray across the back with a hammering blow. EJ Slayer - Curiosity killed the cat Ray. Slayer grabs Ray by the head and sends him tumbling over a nearby catering table, sending coffee and donuts everywhere. EJ Slayer - You see Ray, I'm a man on a mission, and you're step one. CJ doesn't know shit, but soon you will know all you need to. Just wait for it next time Ray, it will save you some trouble. Slayer delivers a swift kick to the side of Ray's head before walking away. Falcoon - We're back...And if you're just joining us, Freedom Kid told Moxie Roxie someones going to interfere tonight in the Main Event! Dunn - I wonder who! Kissens - Maybe it's someone from ASW! Falcoon - Uhhh... Kissens - Like Masse -- Dunn - Hey! Did you see Slayer attack Lopes! And...OH look, it's time for the match! Missy is just standing up on the outside. Kissens - No! She's not even in place yet! But Slayer did take out Ray, smart move..Buuut We should so gossip on if it will be Har -- Falcoon - I think Ray Lopes is going to be pisseddd! Kissens - Whaaaat? Dunn - EJ Slayer pulled one over on him! Kissens - I'm talkin about who is interfering! It's Devasta -- Dunn - Ohhh Look. It's time for the match! Missy is in the center of the ring now and lifts the microphone to her lips. Missy Janson - The next match is scheduled for a one -- PA System – Caaaaalifoooorniaaaaaa Loooooooove! Kissens - Yes! He's here! The crowd goes wild as the music of Greg Jackson interrupts Missy. She exits the ring and walks back to her seat. A bit clich�, but the crowd is going crazy as Greg Jackson walks down to the ring in his wrestling attire. Well after Greg is a referee, following him down the ramp. Greg rolls into the ring quickly and stands up, asking for a microphone. After he receives it, his music dies down. Greg stays silent for a moment, as he soaks in the cheers from the crowd. Greg Jackson – Thanks. First of all, I wanna get something out of the way. Jesse Williams- The crowd explodes at the mention of the World Champions name. Greg Jackson – Jesse Williams, at the expense of sounding like a super-villain, you have NOT seen the last of me! I will be back, I don’t care if I lose ten more times, I won’t stop pursuing that title around your waist! The crowd applauds this, obviously wanting to see another rematch between the two men. Greg Jackson – That’s not what I out here for, though. It is related, however. Trent Steel- The crowd starts booing loudly. Greg Jackson – Trent, I’m sure you remember a guy named Shaun Stewart. He did something similar to what you did. People have asked me why I stuck my nose in Trent’s business. People assume, they ASSUME I was saving Vacant! That couldn’t be further from the truth! I was coming to kick Trent Steel’s ass! The fact that it helped out Vacant was a mere coincidence! So why did I have an issue with Trent? Years ago, after my first loss to Jesse Williams, a guy by the name of Shaun Stewart came out immediately after our match and confronted Jesse. He firmly established himself as the next guy! I assure you, he didn’t do shit as far as being a number one contender is concerned, but he DID manage to steal my thunder in what should’ve be a huge moment for me! Kissens - I remember that! Greg Jackson – See, losing isn’t all bad, you can become a star despite a losing effort, but not when someone else takes your spotlight. That’s what he did, and I swore that I wouldn’t allow it to happen again. And then I faced Jesse again two weeks ago. And it was a hell of a match... again. And I lost... again. And AGAIN, some dipshit had to come out and go after Jesse and take the attention off me! That was you Trent! But it wasn’t JUST you. For whatever dumb fucking reason, you had to steal my spotlight while DRESSING like a CLOWN?! It was as if some rodeo clown had to come down to distract the fans as I walked to the back! Well guess what! You’re not getting away with it! The fans laugh their ass off as Greg mocks Trent. Falcoon - That was pretty stupid, actually. Greg Jackson – But don’t think I did it to help you, Vacant. You got in my business. You distracted me during my title shot, you DENIED me of my Network Title shot! I’d like to tell you that it’s just business, and that it’s not personal. Fact is, wrestling is my business, and I take it VERY personally. And on Saturday, you’re gonna get your ass kicked! The fans pop loudly. Dunn - I've never seen Jackson so focused! Greg Jackson – Now, I bet you’re wondering why there’s a referee out here. Well I was feeling pretty good today. Feelin’ pretty confidant! And I decided that I could pull off some double duty tonight! So I’d like someone, ANYONE to come out from the back there to take me on, RIGHT NOW! The crowd cheers loudly in anticipation of a match. Greg Jackson – Well of course that’s not enough. No one else wants to do double duty, and you guys with the night off wanna keep it that way! So let’s give you some incentive. I’m so confident that I’m going to win against anyone back there, that if I lose... I’ll quit! The crowd gives off a very mixed reaction after hearing the stipulation. Falcoon - What the hell! Kissens - I don't want him to quit! Greg Jackson – So if you have a problem with Greg Jackson, HERE’S YOUR CHANCE! Send me packin’ but trust me, it ain’t happening! “Bastard” by Ben Folds plays over the speakers as Vacant comes down the aisle wearing a ski mask and windbreaker. The crowd is shocked to see him answer Greg’s challenge. Dunn - What the hell is he doing out here? Vacant is also carrying a microphone as he climbs into the ring. Falcoon - Came to answer the challenge it seems! Greg Jackson – I shoulda known you’d come out. You want NO part of me on Saturday! Vacant – That’s not what this is. Greg, what are you doing? We have a match together later tonight! Why would you risk getting hurt before getting in a match with Trent Steel and Justin Zane?! Trust me, they’ll hurt you enough without you having another match! Greg Jackson – Don’t act like you’re worried about me. You just want me healthy so I can protect your ass in the main event! I ain’t Jesse Williams, and I don’t have to save you! Vacant – Whatever Greg. What you’re doing is stupid! What’s in it for you? What are you trying to prove? Greg Jackson – That I can beat anyone that steps up to me. And right now, whether you meant to or not, you’ve stepped up. Vacant – I didn’t come down here to fight you, Greg, but if I have to, you’ll be sending in your resignation in five minutes! Greg punches him, and Vacant returns is as the two trade blows in the center of the ring! The ref slides in and the bell rings to make it official. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Dunn - I can't believe we get to see this only five days before Shock & Terror! Falcoon - They must really want at each other! Greg starts getting the best of the exchange, backing Vacant up against the ropes with his shots. Jackson then irish whips Vacant into the ropes, and when he returns, Greg nails him with a spinning wheel kick! Vacant is right back up and Greg arm drags him down to the mat! Vacant is back up again and Greg immediately dropkicks him, making Vacant stumble back into one of the corners. Jackson then charges in and goes for a body splash, but Vacant moves out of the way as Greg’s head hits the top turnbuckle. After his head bounces off, Vacant pops in behind Greg and hits him with a neckbreaker. Greg is slow getting to his feet, using the ropes to get up. He’s not up for long as Vacant takes him down with a headlock takedown. He holds Greg in it for a bit on the ground. Kissens - Vacant is trying to wear Jackson down before the PPV. Falcoon - No, I doubt he's thinking that far ahead. Dunn - I agree. Greg makes his way to his feet, Vacant still holding the headlock. Greg pushes him off, sending Vacant into the ropes. On the rebound, Vacant tries to shoulder block Greg, but Vacant falls to the mat. Greg then runs off the ropes and on the way back, hops over Vacant, who has now turned on to his stomach. Vacant springs up as Greg hits the other ropes and blazes towards Vacant. He stumbles backwards into the ropes as Greg comes charging at him, looking to clothesline him, but at the last second , Vacant drops to the mat and grabs the top rope, bringing it down with him! Greg tumbles over the ropes while running at full speed! It seems Greg maybe be a bit shaken up after hitting his head on the floor. Vacant takes this moment to have a breather and soak in the applause from the crowd. Kissens - The Vacancy! Dunn - Man, he took Jackson way out of his element here early on. He doesn’t have long though, as Trent Steel and Justin Zane race down the entrance way, towards the ring. Falcoon - Oh god damnit! Kissens - They're back! Dunn - Zane has a chair in hand! They slide in behind Vacant who is just now realizing who’s in the ring with him! Vacant turns right into a chair shot to the face from Justin Zane! He lies motionless in the ring as Zane drops the chair, and he and Steel lay the boots to him as the referee calls for the bell as it rings over and over again, but Steel doesn't stop. Falcoon - This has to stop. We cut backstage to where a huge brawl is taking place. A group of about five men surround one and are viciously attempting to fight him. The figure inside the circle is Jesse Williams the men around him are Cult of Steel Members. Kissens - This was a huge set up! Jesse struggles as he tries to fight them off, but they are too numerous and he eventually falls to the cement floor backstage as we cut back to the ring. Dunn - It's an all out assault! Greg Jackson is back up and slides into the ring and goes right after both men, punching one before turning to the other to do the same. After a knee to the gut from Steel, Greg is doubled over. Zane and Steel grab one arm each and throw Greg into the ropes. On the rebound, they execute a double flapjack on Greg, with him landing directly on the chair! The fans are booing mercilessly as the two go to exit the ring. Vacant is on his hands and knees trying to get up, but Trent pulls him up to his feet. Falcoon - This is disgusting! Vacant charges Trent and takes him down with a clothesline. Justin chugs down a vial from his pants pocket and holds up a lighter. Vacant turns. GREEN FIREBALL TO THE FACE!. Trent rolls out of the ring as Greg Jackson charges at Justin Zane hitting in the back of the head. Justin falls but Greg starts kicking the shit out of him. Trent reaches under the ring and pulls out a baseball bat. He slides into the ring and yells at Greg who turns around to get hit square in the jaw. Jackson's head bounces as it hits the ring. The lights go down. Falcoon - Oh great...now what? Dunn - Who know with these freaks. The lights come up and we see a large man in the black robe from before, is holding Vacant, with Trent Steel, Justin Zane, and Tracy Steel all in the ring watching. Cult of Steel fans rush the front of the ring area to keep anyone from getting through. Trent walks over to Vacant and pulls off his severely burnt mask, exposing the small black mask around only his eyes. Trent Steel - Take a good fucking look! Anyone you love, or anyone who is somehow for some reason linked to you are in for it! I'm not going to punish you physically for what you did Nick! Tracy! Tracy Steel grabs the baseball bat from Trent and slams it into Jackson's face! The crowd screams. Trent Steel - Oh that isn't even the worst of it!! Steel glares out to the thousands of angry fans. Trent Steel - So what's it going to be? This little shit? Is he really worth it. I know let's ask the girl he wants to fuck. Trent gets right into Vacant's face. Trent Steel - Hey princess, if you're still in the building...is he worth it? Trent punches Vacant square in the jaw again. He holds his head back up. Trent Steel - NO HE IS NOT! Vacant is struggling as the man in the robe holds him down. Trent walks over to Jackson. Trent Steel - Now you. Is he worth it? Is your opponent worth it? Greg Jackson just spits in Trent's face. Trent Steel - Oh your a smart ass...I like that. SLAM! Bat to the face again. Trent Steel - I won't even ask you again. Justin...light it up! Justin Zane walks over to Trent and pours that green liquid on the bat. Trent then sets it on fire. Trent Steel - I think it's time I make you famous.. Just then, a heavily beaten Jesse Williams walks out from the back. The fans cheer him on as he runs down to the ring. He slides under the bottom rope and leaps across the ring, taking down Trent Steel immediately and starting to pummel him with everything he has. The fans roar like they haven't all night as Jesse is relentless. Falcoon - JESSE WILLIAMS IS KICKING THE SHIT OUT OF TRENT STEEL! Dunn - And he's saving Jackson. Kissens - Or Vacant... Dunn - Oh. Right. Tracy and Justin grab Jesse from behind and pull him off of Steel. Trent gets up and yells at the man in the robe who drops his robe to reveal. Falcoon - Oh hell! It's Iconoclast! Dunn - Not that demented fucker again! Iconoclast grabs Jackson, who is just recovering from the shot from the bat and tosses him out of the ring. Jesse charges at Steel who ducks it and clocks Jesse in the face with side kick to the head. Justin Zane grabs Jesse and tosses him out of the ring. Vacant gets up and looks around. His face is full of rage as he locks onto Trent. Trent smiles as he waves off Tracy. Vacant charges at him and starts trading punches with Steel. Zack Perry - Nick!!! Vacant turns to see the OWFtron and see's his father's face bloodied and bruised. He drops his guard for a moment and Trent grabs his arm and takes him down with a armbar takedown. Justin holds the mic to Trent's mouth. Trent Steel - LOOK! LOOK AT HIM! LOOK AROUND YOU! LOOK AT EVERYONE TRYING TO SAVE YOUR ASS! Are you worth it! Are you fucking worth it! Are you fucking worth all the pain these fucking people will endure for the rest of their lives because of you! This is out of my hands you little coward! You did this! You fucked with the wrong hombre now your going to fucking pay! Trent lets go of the armbar and his troops exit the ring. Trent exits the ring as “The Cult of Steel” exit the top of the ramp. Trent starts walking up the ramp as well. Trent Steel - Are you worth it Nick? Are you fucking worth it. Out of the crowd comes a blonde haired japanese man who tackles Trent Steel into the gaurdrail. It's Jason Blood! Jason Blood - YES HE IS! The Cult rushes back out as Jason heads into the ring. Williams has rolled back into the ring and holds back a screaming Vacant who has pulled his mask over his face. Jason Blood - Come on pussies! You want a fucking fair fight? Trent Steel - ...Just remember Nick...this was all your fault. Trent Steel walks up the ramp and The Cult follows.
Falcoon - I think war has just been declared. Dunn - Yeah. But just how much longer is it going to be until Vacant and Trent Steel finally settle this thing. How many more people are going to get hurt just by fucking being near Vacant! Kissens - And crap, they still have a Tag Match tonight. Falcoon - This night isn't over by a long shot. Cut to the backstage area, where Moxie Roxie walks the halls with a vomit green duffle bag over one shoulder. Dunn - She seems pretty casual for what just happened in the ring. Falcoon - I doubt she even knows what happened. Her attire suggests that she is prepared for more action that she's booked for, but given the general disarray of her style, it doesn't look out of place. She shoves open a door with a freshly scribbled "TEAM MOXIE" logo on it, and flips on the light to reveal Eclipse, seated across from the door. Moxie Roxie - Um... Struggling for something better to say, Moxie chucks her bag into the room and takes a step in. Eclipse keeps her eyes on the high priestess of punk as she attempts to make herself comfortable. Moxie Roxie - Were you waiting on me? Eclipse - Yes. Moxie Roxie - Here? In the dark? Eclipse - I was. Moxie Roxie - You could've just left a note. Eclipse keeps her mouth shut, as Moxie reaches into the duffle bag, either trying to ignore Eclipse or expecting her to get down to business on her own. Eclipse - Tell me about Alexis. Moxie Roxie - She's crazy, diseased, and doesn't like me. Eclipse - And? Moxie Roxie - And if you want her effing bio, go to OWF wrestling dot com. Eclipse - I know all about her. I'm just curious as to why she'd be so interested in... you Moxie Roxie - Beats me. She skews a little older than my main demographic. Eclipse - Like Vacant? Moxie Roxie - He's a fan, yeah. Eclipse - Fan? Eclipse does a what can only be the child of a snort and laugh, prompting Moxie to grimace slightly. Eclipse - Nice justification. Yours or Specter's? Moxie Roxie - Well, mine. Obviously. I guess he liked Specter as a kid. Eclipse - Nobody ever liked Specter. Moxie Roxie - I totally buy that. Like clockwork, MVW's favorite semi-Sicilian steps through the Team Moxie door. Specter grins at Eclipse and Moxie as he obstructs the door. Specter - Hey, little ladies. Hate to interrupt your slumber party, but I've got a message for Vacant. Eclipse - Of course. Specter - Just one second and I'll let you two get back to your hair braiding and your Gossip Girl-a-thon. Moxie Roxie - I don't even watch Gossip Girl, you douche. Eclipse - Sure you two don't want to be alone, princess? Moxie Roxie - I'd rather not get chloroformed and violated tonight, thanks. A look of offense replaces Specter's grin, as he puts his hands up, one directed at each young lady. Specter - I can't believe that story's still floating around. It happened one fucking time. Taking a breath, Specter notices the camera and corrects himself. Specter - Allegedly. Moxie Roxie - Can you just give me the message and, oh I don't know, get out of here. Specter - All right, all right. I know you two are eager to get back to your fingernail painting. Tell Vacant to keep an eye out for me on tonight's broadcast. I'll show him how to handle these Cult cocksuckers and get revenge on them for what they just did to him. Moxie Roxie - Will do. But, what did they just do? Taking a seat on the official Team Moxie couch, Moxie releases a melodramatic sigh, as both Eclipse and Specter continue to linger in her locker room not answering her question at all and keeping her in the dark. Eclipse looks over at Moxie with disdain. Eclipse - Pathetic. Pushing past Specter, Eclipse makes her exit, leaving him with a final thought. Eclipse - We'll talk again soon. The feed cuts out and switches to a view of the center of the ring, where Missy stands with a microphone in her hand. Kissens - Moxie has no clue what happened to Vacant. Falcoon - This is just more leverage for Jesse to turn Vacant against her. Dunn - Dude, he wants some pussy. He won't get off her coat tails until he gets some. Falcoon - Regardless, it's time for our next match. Kissens - Hopefully Missy doesn't get interrupted again. Missy slowly lifts the microphone, in her right hand, up to her mouth. Missy Janson - The next match up is scheduled for a one fall and it is an Earn Your Contract Match! Coming to the ring first, from East Brunswick, New Jersey...Jared Wave! "Beer" by Reel Big Fish hits as the lights flash blue and green. Pyro hits and Jared Wave walks out, spins real quick while walking and holding his arms up to the spectators. Runs down ramp area and slides into the ring. Raises his arms as sparks fly from the turnbuckles. Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Detroit, Michigan...Zakk Simmons! The lights dim as the fog slowly rises with an ominous purple tinge, the only light in the building eminating from fog lights on the stage, casting the entire arena in darkness. Doomsday Jesus blasts over the PA as Zakk Simmons walks out, head slouched low, with the weight of the world on his shoulders. A man that no longer cares about himself let alone care what others think about him. Some fans cheer, some fans boo, Zakk, indifferent to the crowds reaction heads to the ring to do the one thing he does best. The two men square off as the bell rings. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) The two men slowly approach each other and lock up. Zakk slips around behind Jared and attempts a german suplex, but Jared is able to free himself and kick Zakk Simmons in his gut. He butterflies both of his arms and Jared Wave nails a double arm DDT onto Zakk Simmons in the middle of the ring. Wave quickly stands up, tugging Simmons back up to his feet but as he stands he fires at his stomach with a hard right that knocks the wind out of Jared. Zakk stands up and hooks Jared up for a suplex and lifts him vertically into the air. He drops backwards, dropping Jared flat onto his back in the middle of the ring. Zakk Simmons wastes no time in rolling up to his feet and grabbing Jared Wave by his head and tugging him up to his feet. Zakk kicks Jared in the stomach and grabs him in a front face lock, dropping him face first to the mat with a DDT. Falcoon - Simmons seems to be in firm control right now. Dunn - It's a pretty good match up so far. Kissens - I agree. Simmons sits up and pushes himself up off of the mat and into a standing position over Jared Wave. He leans down, grabbing a hold of him but Jared hops up and flips over the top of Zakk Simmons with a sunset flip and rolls him onto his back in a pinning combination. The referee slides into place...1...2...Zakk Simmons rolls out of it and pushes himself up to his feet. Jared Wave also rolls up to his feet and kicks his right leg out, looking to catch Simmons with a toe kick to the stomach. Instead, Zakk catches his foot and holds it firmly as Jared hops on his left foot. Wave kicks his left leg up and connects with an ensiguri to the right side of Zakk's face which sends him down to one knee. Jared gets behind Simmons and grabs him in a reverse waist lock, but is unable to move Simmons. Zakk stands up on his own power and throws a right elbow back that catches Jared in his right eye socket and causes him to break the hold. Dunn - This could be the break Simmons needed! Falcoon - Who knows if Jared Wave can even see now! Kissens - That's why he said it may be the advantage Simmons needed, dumbass. Zakk charges and looks for a clothesline, but Jared knees him right in the sternum. He bends over and Wave grabs Simmons in a front face lock, but swings out and nails a swinging neckbreaker. Both men lay on their backs for a few seconds to collect themselves with Jared being the first to start standing up. He pushes himself up to all fours, as Zakk rolls over onto his side and plants both palms on the mat. He pushes himself up as Wave gets up to his feet. Simmons stands up and avoids a punch from Wave and instead nails a throat thrust that stops Jared right in his tracks and sends him down to one knee gasping for air. Falcoon - Cheap shot! Dunn - Shut up, you baby! Simmons tucks Jared's head between his legs and lifts him up into a powerbomb position in a flash of an instant. Zakk Simmons quickly tosses Jared Wave down to the mat with a huge powerbomb that shakes the entire ring. Initially, Zakk is too shaken to make the cover but eventually after a few moments he collapses on top of Jared Wave. The referee slides into place...1...2...kickout by Jared! The fans roar in approval as both men lay side by side, gasping for air and suffering from exhaustion. They both roll over and begin to struggle up to their feet at about the same pace. Kissens - This could go either way. Dunn - I'm impressed, honestly. I wasn't expecting much after that first match. Falcoon - If you even call it that. Jared hooks his left elbow over the middle rope and desperately tries to grasp a hold of the top rope with his right hand. Meanwhile in the middle of the ring, Zakk Simmons is on all fours in a rest position trying to summon the strength to stand up. Jared grabs a hold of the top rope and yanks himself up to his unsteady feel while Zakk pushes himself up to one knee and eventually to a standing position. The two men hobble into the center of the ring where Simmons looks for a wide right hookd by Jared catches him and locks him in a front face lock. Instead of going for a DDT, he keeps the hold and spins around nailing a spinning front face lock driver on Simmons. Dunn - He calls that The Tsunami! Kissens - Well Simmons looks like he's adrift right now! Wave covers Zakk as the referee slides into place...1...2...3! Missy Janson - The winner of this match, Jared Wave! Both he and Zakk Simmons receive OWF Contracts for their showing! Falcoon - Incredible match up! Kissens - I definitely have to agree with you on that! I want to see more of these guys! Cut to the backstage area, where the camera is a little too close for comfort to Specter's face. The hallway is dark and obscured, but a hefty fellow dressed in a Cult of Steel T-shirt can clearly be seen. Specter - Vacant, take a good look. That fat tub of shit is an exemplary follower of your arch-nemesis. I'm a firm believer in the "show don't tell" method, so I'm going to give you a little demonstration on how to deal with these cultist cock knockers. Holding up a crowbar in view of the camera, Specter gives the improvised weapon a kiss and then stomps over to the cult member. Wasting no breath, he promptly kicks the man in the groin and then hits him across the face with his crowbar, sending him to the arena floor with a disgusting thud. Specter - See, Vacant? Nothing to it. All a matter of deciding what you're going to do and acting accordingly. I could do the same thing to any other member of that special ed cult and I could do it to Trent Spiel himself without breaking a sweat. What's your fucking excuse? Specter turns and walks off, sending the feed back to a camera right in front of the announcers booth. Falcoon - Specter promised he'd show Vacant how to take them out. Dunn - He came through. Kissens - Vacant needs all the advice he can get tonight! We cut immediately to the hallways of the Erwin Center where we find a furious Jesse Williams storming around. The fans cheer loudly as they see their World Champion again. He rounds a corner and walks towards the garage. His eyes are glancing all around him, looking for something imparticular. He steps outside into the garage and looks around, finding nothing. From behind him, a voice chimes out. Voice - Looking for me. Williams, along with the camera, spin around 180 degrees and we see Freedom Kid surrounded by three men all in fighting stances and glaring down Jesse. Jesse Williams - Yeah, Actually I was. Freedom Kid - Well, it was nothing personal. Just business. I think you have much bigger problems on your hands, like Iconoclast or even Tracy Steel! Right? Jesse is taken back by the statement, but Freedom Kid doesn't let him respond. Freedom Kid - Plus, you wouldn't want to try to attack me. These men around me are willing to take you down by any means necessary and I have no problem with you. Freedom Kid laughs. Freedom Kid - In fact, I have some information for you so I think it'd be best to keep my conscious. Jesse stands silently eyeing up the men around Freedom Kid and assessing the situation at hand. Freedom Kid - But hey, I could just keep it to myself. Jesse Williams - Keep what to yourself, exactly. Jesse stands firm, his fists clenched with a glare of pure rage directed right at Freedom Kid now. Freedom Kid - Well, who came out to Vacant's defense right now? It sure as hell wasn't Moxie. I have it on good information she wasn't even paying attention while it was all going down. Williams is intrigued. Jesse Williams - I'm listening. Freedom Kid - Why do you think that happened? Do you think it's just a coincidence? No, Moxie wanted you to go out there and get taken out and it worked all perfectly to plan for her. But, all I have to say to you is Moxie is planning to leave the arena before the Main Event. So, you know, if you wanted to step in and do some damage to some of your top competitors going into the Doubleheader PPV, I doubt she'd be a threat. Plus, once again, if things get out of hand you could be Nicky's Hero again! Jesse's head cocks to the side. Jesse Williams - And why should I believe you? Freedom Kid - Hey, I'm just suggesting. But, I know for a fact Jackson and Steel are going to be too focused on Vacant and aren't you his protector? Aren't you the daddy he never had? Williams remains silent. Freedom Kid - Think about it. Now if you'll pardon me, I have a urinal with my name all over it. Freedom Kid and the Freedom Army leave the garage, leaving Jesse standing with a confused look on his face. The camera feed switches to another place in the Erwin Center. In the back of the arena a cameraman finds Specter some distance away, conversing with someone. As the cameraman moves closer, Specter's partner in banter appears to be the Cult of Steel member from earlier. The two seem to be having a heated exchange, as Specter clutches a wad of hundred-dollar bills in one hand, making sure to keep them out of the cult member's reach. "Cult of Steel" Member - Look, dude. I put on the shirt and I took the beating. Gimme what we agreed on. Specter - That "beating" looked like shit. Who taught you how to sell an ass kicking anyway? "Cult of Steel" Member - I think I sold pretty well, considering your crowbar knocked some of my teeth loose. Specter - Not my fault you don't know how to take a fucking crowbar shot. I'm only paying seven-hundred. "Cult of Steel" Member - Fine. Just give me the money so I can get out of here. Taking the time to count out the bills, Specter looks up momentarily to notice the camera. He smiles, then double-takes to his money and back to the camera. His jaw drops, along with the jaw of his conspirator. Specter - Oh... Shit. "Cult of Steel" Member - Um. I'm seeking revenge? Specter - Works for me. You crazy fucker! For a second time, Specter kicks the faux cultist in the groin, sending him back to the arena floor. After a few swift kicks to the poor man's ribs, Specter drops a pair of knees to his neck and head before sprinting out of sight. Dunn - Hahahaha! He got caught! Falcoon - Specter is a devious guy. Kissens - No doubt about that. Falcoon - Folks we have one more commercial break and then we will be bringing you our Main Event.
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Greg Jackson is in the locker room with a bag of ice on his head. Suddenly someone else enters the locker room, which doesn’t seem to please Greg at all. That’s because it’s Vacant. Greg Jackson – What the hell do you want? Vacant – Listen, I know we had it out not too long ago. I know we have a match in less than a week. But for just one night, we have to be on the same page. Greg Jackson – What do you want me to do? I thought I proved enough to you out there. Vacant – Just tell me I can trust you out there tonight. It's a lot more than just Steel and Zane we're up against. Greg Jackson – Ha! Even if you can, how am I supposed to trust you? You gave Moxie a title shot after I beat her to GET my title shot! Vacant – Do I have to worry about you attacking me in our match? Greg Jackson - .....No. Vacant - Thank you. I’ll be going. Vacant turns and looks to exit. Greg Jackson – Team name, and a finisher. Vacant – Excuse me? Greg Jackson – We need a name, and we need a tandem finisher. Vacant – Well, no offence, but I don’t think this is a long term formation we have here. Greg Jackson – You guys still refer to team Moxie, but when’s the last time you teamed up with Valtiel? Vacant – Noted. So what do you have in mind? Greg Jackson – For the team finisher, let’s just keep it simple and combine our respective finishers! Vacant – That doesn’t sound simple at all. Greg Jackson – Really? Vacant – No, in fact, I think it’s impossible. Greg Jackson – Just the way I like my tag team finishers. And we combine the names too. The Vacancy-Jack! Vacant – Good enough. I got a team name though! Greg Jackson – So do I. Vacant – Then you’re probably thinking- Greg Jackson - -what I’m thinking! Vacant - ... Greg Jackson - ... Vacant and Greg Jackson – TEAM SEX TAPE!!! The two glare at each out for a breif second. Vacant – HA HA HA! Greg Jackson – HA HA HA! Vacant – HA HA HA! Greg Jackson – HA HA H- This doesn’t mean that I like you! Vacant – Also noted... Greg brushes past Vacant and exits the room. Visibly limping, he heads out of his locker room in preparation for his match. The fans cheer him loudly from inside the arena. Falcoon - Well, here comes Greg. He rounds a corner and bumps shoulder to shoulder with a figure. Freedom Kid - Funny finding you here! Jackson hops into a fighting stance with his fists extended. Freedom Kid - Why doesn't anyone like me? Greg Jackson - You kinda smell. Freedom Kid - Yeah. Greg Jackson - I think thats a key theme. Freedom Kid smiles through his mask. Freedom Kid - No matter. I just wanted to wish you luck out there, you know, considering that two of your biggest foes will be interfering tonight. And having to deal with the Cult of Steel and all. Should be a big task for you. Greg Jackson - What do you know that I don't? Freedom Kid - Oh, many things. But, just keep an eye out for a certain pop princess and a certain World Champion. Freedom Kid walks past Greg Jackson, leaving him in a confused state. Falcoon - Well, Freedom Kid is king of the gossip tonight. Kissens - He's spreading these lies, y'all. Dunn - We're headed for a trainwreck. Jackson stands, wincing in pain when Jesse Williams hobbles by. The two men glare at each other and the fans explode into a roar of cheers seeing the two men together. Jesse Williams - Jesus, you look like hell. Greg Jackson - Oh yeah? You look like crap! Jesse Williams - Well, You look like shit. Greg Jackson - ...You don't have to be racist. The two men stare at each other. Greg Jackson - You gonna be watching tonight? Jesse Williams - Uhh yeah. Greg Jackson - I bet you will be. Jesse Williams - I...will be. Greg Jackson - Yes...I bet. Jesse Williams - ... Greg Jackson - ... They share an awkward stare and silence. Jesse Williams - Um, so, yeah. Good luck. See you later. Greg Jackson - Yeah, I'll be ready in case you know...I WERE to see you later. Jesse Williams - ... Greg Jackson - ... Jesse Williams - Okaaay. Greg Jackson - Great! The two men walk off in seperate directions, Greg heading towards the entrance ramp and Jesse down one of the hallways. We cut back to the announcers booth as the fans are going nuts in anticipation. Missy Janson pushes herself out of her seat for the final time of the night and begins her slow walk towards the ring steps. Falcoon - That was awkward. Dunn - This whole night has been hard to follow! Kissens - It's been full of interaction. Dunn - The OWF keeps the fans entertained. Missy walks up the steps and onto the ring apron. She steps through the ropes. Falcoon - Well, heres the announcement so lets send it to Missy Janson! Missy stands firm in the center of the ring, holding the microphone just inches away from her mouth. Missy Janson - The following matchup is scheduled for a one fall, it is a Tag Team Match and it is your Main Event of the Evening! The fans roar in approval. Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, the team of Justin Zane and "The Son of a Bitch" Trent Steel! “No More Sorrow” by Linken Park starts to play as the lights go dark. Suddenly the ring erupts into fire as the song shifts into “Inquisition Symphony” by Sepultura starts to play. Out of the smoke Trent Steel emerges first. He holds out his arms in a cross like pose as Justin Zane runs around him and poses. The two nod and then make a mad dash to the ring. Missy Janson - And their opponents, coming to the ring first from Los Angeles, California...Greg Jackson! PA System - Diamonds are forever... "Diamonds from Sierra Leone" by Kanye West begins to play softly as gold sparks begin to shimmer down at the entry way. They won't leave in the night, The song continues to play as still images of a wrestler with blue tint on the screen play. "BlackJack" flashes between each shot. Foooooorrrrrrreeeeeeeevvvvvvvverrrrrrrrrrrrrrr... Just then, the song cuts out and the lights do as well, leaving everyone in darkness. PA System - CAAAAAALIFORNIA LOOOOOOOOOVE! "California Love" by Tupac ft. Dr. Dre blares over the speakers as Greg Jackson comes out on to the ramp. The fans are going crazy as Greg jumps in rhythm with the song pumping his arms up and down to get the fans into it. He then continues down to the ring, slapping hands along the way. When he gets to the ring, he climbs up the apron and the leapfrogs the ropes into the ring. Greg walks over to the turnbuckle and climbs up to the second rope and lifts one fist in the air, acknowledging the crowd. After he gets down, he tests the ropes a couple times as his music dies down. Missy Janson - And his partner, from Brantford, Ontario, Canada...He is the current OWF Network Champion...Vacant! Heavy piano chords slam out over the PA as "Bastard" by Ben Folds somberly ques in for the crowd. The curtains ripple as Vacant slips through, tugging down on the blaze orange ski mask covering his face, and begins the long stride down the ramp in the midst of a strong applause. He scans the crowd briefly as he walks, before tearing his attention back to the ring and forcing himself to focus, climbing up the ring steps and taking a seat on the top turnbuckle bolt, elbows on his knees, waiting for the bell to sound and truly seal his fate. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Greg Jackson and Trent Steel start off in the ring as Justin Zane and Vacant take up positions in their corner on the outside. Vacant sits down on the apron, and begins to fiddle with the bottom turnbuckle nervously. Falcoon - He really looks like a child now, playing with the turnbuckle. Jackson and Steel lock up with Jackson getting in a quick european uppercut. He follows it up with a blunt elbow to the bridge of his nose and charges at Steel. He takes him down and mounts him, unleashing a variety of fists at Steel who soaks them up. Trent reverses and rolls Jackson over, and now mounts him. He begins firing away at Jackson with rights and lefts, turning the tables on Jackson. He lifts Greg up to his feet and presses him against the ropes. He tosses Greg across the ring, but Jackson reverses and tosses Steel across the ropes. Jackson takes him down once he bounces back with a clothesline and then drops an elbow across his chest for good measure. Kissens - Jackson is out for revenge. Dunn - And he's extracting it. Jackson stands up and looks over at Vacant who now has his back to the ring with his legs dangling off the apron as he continues to fidget with the bottom turnbuckle trying to avoid dealing with Steel. Jackson bends down, lifting up Steel who pushes out of the grasp of Jackson and dives into his corner, tagging in Justin Zane who rushes in and nails a flipping somersault attack right into the chest of Greg Jackson sending him down to the mat. Vacant stands up, noticing Zane in the ring and extends his hand in towards Jackson. Falcoon - Well now it's obvious, he just doesn't want to fight Steel. Dunn - It's a good plan, considering the damage he did before. Greg pushes himself up to his feet and finds himelf on the receiving of a wide hook kick from Justin Zane that catches him flush across his ribs. Jackson falls to a knee and Zane attempts for another kick but Jackson grabs him by the thigh and tugs him down to the mat. Jackson seizes the opportunity and turns to his corner, tagging in Vacant. He comes rushing in and takes Zane down with a crossbody block. Falcoon - Steel looks furious. He wants in. Vacant picks up Zane and flings him against the ropes, once he bounces back Vacant nails a dropkick to his knee, sending him down to the mat. He stands up and stomps the back of Justin Zane's knee with his boot. While Zane lays crumpled on the mat, Vacant walks over and kicks him flush across his right knee cap. Dunn - He's keeping Zane grounded. Kissens - Smart thinking. Vacant reaches down, grabbing Zane by his hair and tugging him up to his feet but Zane hooks the legs of Vacant on the way up and pulls him flat to his back on the mat. Zane stands over Vacant and backflips off the mat and nails a standing moonsault onto Vacant. Trent yells from the corner for the tag, but Zane ignores him looking to do more damage to Vacant himself. He grabs him by his mask and tugs him up to his feet. Once there, Zane leaps into the air and extends his legs outward delivering a dropkick to the chest of Vacant that sends him shooting back first into a neutral turnbuckle. Zane runs at Vacant, looking for a cross body but Vacant dives across the ring and slaps the extended hand of Greg Jackson. Falcoon - Here's Greg! Kissens - Yay! Greg Jackson runs into the ring hot off the tag and runs at Zane who leapfrogs him. Zane quickly tags in Steel, then gets back into the path of Greg Jackson. He looks for superkick but Justin ducks as swirls around behind him. Meanwhile, Steel takes up a position infront of him. Zane lunges forward, grabbing Jackson's neck in a headlock and attempting a bulldog. As he dives foward, Steel nails a front dropkick right to the abdomen of Jackson right before Zane slams his head into the mat. Zane leaves the ring as Steel rolls Jackson over...1...2..Kickout! Dunn - That was almost the end there. Falcoon - This team has to be careful. In the corner, Vacant is back into a seated position on the outside with his elbow on the ropes again playing with the bottom turnbuckle. He watches the match as Steel picks Jackson up off the mat and pushes him back into his own corner where Justin Zane waits. Steel begins to lay into Jackson with rights and lefts before glancing over across the ring at Vacant who is still messing with the bottom turnbuckle. Kissens - I think he's just looking to get Jackson beat up. Dunn - I agree Jackie. He's just fucking around in the corner! Steel shakes his head and nails Jackson with one more hard elbow and he drops to a seated position in the corner. Steel tags in Zane who hops in and begins to stomp away furiously at Jackson, though in a lot of pain in his own knee. Across the ring, Vacant notices this and continues to fiddle with the turnbuckle for a few more moments before pulling himself back up on the outside apron and extending his arm inward. Zane grabs Jackson by his arm and lifts him up to a standing position, only to take him down with an arm drag. Zane turns quickly ascends the turnbuckle with his back towards Jackson. He leaps off, looking for a twisting splash but Jackson rolls out of the way and in the direction of the corner, much to the delight of the fans as Zane hits the mat hard. Falcoon - Vacant wants the tag. Kissens - Go Greggy! Dunn - Listen to the crowd. Jackson reaches up and tags in Vacant who springboards over the top rope and into the ring. Zane is just getting to his feet when Vacant charges him from behind and takes him down with a chop block. Vacant remains on all fours though, shaking his head. Dunn - Did that knock a screw loose? Falcoon - It was an effective move, but at what cost? Vacant slowly pushes himself back up to his feet, shaking his head as he turns around and bends down towards Zane. He grabs two fistfulls of his hair and yanks him up to his feet only to sweep Zane's legs out with a standing drag toe hold. Again, Vacant comes up from the low impact move rather shaken and gives Justin Zane a lot of time to recover. Both men slowly get up to their feet, with Vacant looking for a wide right which Justin Zane ducks under and instead lifts Vacant and drops him right down onto his face with a flapjack just within feet from his corner. Vacant is slow to respond and carefully reaches his hand up towards Jackson, but seems to lack the strength to go those extra few inches. Meanwhile, on the other side of the ring, Steel is yelling violently, stomping his feet and slapping the turnbuckle trying to get Justin to tag him in. Dunn - Zane has to make a choice! Zane looks over to Steel who is getting red in the face, then down to Vacant who is laying on his stomach and about to make the tag to Jackson. In a fit of instinct, Zane runs across the ring and tags in Steel. Falcoon - Tag to Steel! Vacant suddenly gets a burst of energy and tags in Jackson. Kissens - Tag to Greggy-Poo! Jackson rushes into the ring as does Steel and the two men rush at each other. They collide with both men looking for a shoulder block, but neither budges. Steel rears back and nails a hard right fist to the jaw of Jackson, but Greg returns fire with a hard knee to the sternum followed by a double axe handle strike once Steel bends over that sends him down to the mat. Falcoon - That wasn't the right choice for Zane. Dunn - Definitely not. He'll think better of it in future matches. Jackson stomps on Steel, but Trent begins pushing himself up. Jackson strikes him with an open palm to the temple which staggers Steel enough for Jackson to take him down with a lifting knee. Jackson quickly covers Trent...1...2...kickout! Kissens - Close! Dunn - Going to take a lot more than that to take down The Son of a Bitch. Jackson reaches down, grabbing Steel by the hair as Vacant just sits in the corner no longer fiddling with the turnbuckle. He is breathing very heavy. Jackson trips up and Steel is able to push away and tag in Zane who hops up to the top rope and leaps off, wrapping his legs around the neck of Jackson and executing a top rope hurricanrana. He covers Jackson as he sits on his chest...1...2...kickout by Jackson! Falcoon - It's back and forth! Jackson rolls up and sees Vacant out of the corner of his eyes with his hand extended for a tag. From the other side of his body, Zane nails a high roundhouse kick that sends Jackson stumbling towards his corner. Vacant tags himself in and gets into the ring, but Zane hobbles right at him and looks for a clothesline. Vacant ducks but Zane connects with a standing Jackson. From behind Zane, Vacant is standing in wait. Once he stands up, Vacant nails a soccer kick to the back of his right knee taking him down to one leg but Vacant walks over to the ropes and hangs himself up on them. Kissens - What's wrong with him, y'all? Dunn - He's beaten down from before. Jackson rolls out of the ring and pulls himself up on the apron looking into the ring. Zane is able to drag himself up to his feet and Vacant runs at him, but Zane rolls back and nails Vacant with a monkey flip towards Jackson in his corner. Vacant quickly rolls over in a lot of pain and extends his hands towards Jackson as Zane stands between Steel, who is again furiously demanding to be tagged in and Vacant who is close to tagging in Jackson. Dunn - Same choice. Will he learn? Zane walks up towards the feet of Vacant and grabs a hold of one of them, keeping him from making the tag to Jackson. Vacant reaches out as Jackson reaches in but they can't make the tag. Zane starts to drag Vacant back into the ring when suddenly Vacant gets a second wind and breaks free out of the grasp of Zane. He dives to his corner, but doesn't go for the tag. Instead he dives for the bottom turnbuckle. With both hands he falls onto it and a nut and washer pop off. The metal turnbuckle bolt, with the tension of the bottom ring rope behind it, disconnects and slingshots towards the center of the ring. Falcoon - WHAT THE! The metal turnbuckle bolt whips over the head of Vacant, who is laying face down on the mat, and it shoots towards the standing Justin Zane. The bolt connects with both of his knees and immediately sends Justin Zane down to the mat in a lot of pain. Dunn - WHAT was that! Kissens - He had a plan all along! Falcoon - He was just loosening the bolt the whole time. Dunn - Smaaart kid. Vacant pulls himself up, dusts himself off and pulls himself up into his corner. He leaps off and somersaults forward, nailing an axe-kick across the right knee of the fallen Justin Zane. Dunn - The Perry-chute! Falcoon - How do you know that? Dunn - I did my time in the research department before getting this gig! Vacant quickly hooks the right leg of Zane into a single legged boston crab and wrenches back as soon as he turns him over onto his stomach. There is no bottom rope for Zane to grab on to in his own corner and he tries to fight the pain. Kissens - The Perry-lizer! Falcoon - I'm too out of the loop! Steel rushes into the ring but it is too late as Zane taps out as he has nowhere else to go. Dunn - Holy crap they did it. Missy Janson - The winners of this match, Greg Jackson and Vacant! Steel rushes in and boots Vacant right across the face as the bell rings signifying the end of the match. This prompts Jackson to enter the ring, but he is tripped up by Zane who is still on the mat and Jackson falls right into a lifting knee from Steel. Falcoon - Trent is not a happy man! Steel reaches down, grabbing Vacant by his mask and tugging him up to his feet. He grabs him around his throat and brings him towards the ropes. Kissens - What's he doing now, y'all? Steel yells into the face of Vacant when from the entrance way Jesse Williams runs out in a black leather jacket, as fast as he can, and the fans roar as soon as they witness his apperance again. His left arm is completely extended and looks to be in pain. Falcoon - Jesse is here! Williams slides into the ring and Steel notices him, letting go of Vacant he turns to Jesse who just stares at Trent. Steel smiles and starts to approach the obviously injured Williams. Once Steel gets close to him, Williams slides a black wooden baseball bat down the sleeve of his jacket and swings it towards Trent Steel. He connects, breaking the bat into millions of pieces right across the cheekbone of Steel. Blood is sent flying everywhere as Steel collapses to the mat like a sack of potatos. Williams stares down at Steel, who is out cold and then glances at a recovered Greg Jackson. Dunn - Can you hear me Gordie? These fans are going insane. Falcoon - What!? Who! Kissens - Sum Yung Ho has a report? Jesse and Greg stare at each other, with Greg facing the entrance ramp and the OWF Tron and Jesse with his back to it. From the entrance way, Jackson notices Moxie Roxie running out with her trademark pink steel chair. Dunn - Moxie is here! Jesse has no idea! Vacant pulls himself up on the ropes and stands next to Jackson as Moxie begins to come towards them. Moxie slides into the ring and rears the chair back. With all of her might she charges Jesse from behind. Falcoon - She's gonna kill him! As she begins her swing, Williams flings around and nails a huge lariat with his right arm across the chest and extended arms of Moxie. She throws the chair into the air as she collapses to the mat and Williams glances up at it. He reaches up, grabbing a hold of it in midair. Kissens - Nice catch! Meanwhile, Vacant has seen Moxie hit the mat and lunges to check on her. Jesse swings the chair backhanded in the direction of Greg Jackson, but accidentally Vacant steps right into the path of Jesse's chair shot and gets knocked out cold with a shot to the forehead. Falcoon - OH god! Dunn - Dumb ass! Jesse drops the chair and looks down at Vacant in absolute shock. Jackson just stands behind Jesse. Williams doesn't know what to do and he turns around, only to receive a huge superkick right to the jaw from Greg Jackson that sends him flat to his back on the mat. Kissens - Yessss! Greg Jackson is the last person standing in the ring. Dunn - All this because of Freedom Kid. Could this be a sign of things to come in the near future? Falcoon - We'll see! We're out of time folks...Wow...See you at Shock & Terror and High Voltage this Saturday and Sunday! |
