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* DARK MATCHES * ROBIN SPARKS DEFEATED TARA HEADOFF IN 4:51 BY PINFALL THE GANGSTERS DISICIPLES DEFEATED MVP/TEEWREX AND THE MEXICANS IN 2:24 BY PINFALL
The camera's are stationed inside a large executive type office where Commish Scott "Diamond" Kidd is sitting behind a desk dressed neatly in a black open collar suit. Commish DK - As many of you are aware, my recent status with the OWF has put me in a position with very limited control. However, due to a recent tragedies suffered by my good friend Chase Johnson; I am now your acting President once again. My first move as acting President is implementing PDA rules on the OWF championship. Enjoy the show!...
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 arena is quiet as the camera dawns itself upon Carolina Coliseum. We instantly go an arial shot of the building then zoom down to the ring where a very aggrovated Drake Munday grinds his jaw and waits for his cue to speak. The fans give him a steady line of boo's while he raises the mic to his mouth. Munday - You people don't know what real talent is! Go ahead and boo me all you want! Drake lowers the mic and the boo's really begin to pick up, they soon become a massive roar of pure hatred for this wrestler. The camera's pan all over the crowd as they express their feelings verbally and by holding up signs telling Drake how they really feel. Falcoon - The world title is up for grabs tonight by anyone in the arena that can get their hands on the champ! Dunn - Open game! It's huntin' season Jesse Williams! Kissens - It's not fair ya'll! DK always does this to J-Dubz! Drake attempts to speak but the boo's are too over powering. A chant begins to form that soon sweeps the arena "Go-The-Fuck-Home!" The fans scream at him, he simply smirks from the corner of his mouth and waits for the crowd noise to quiet down. Kissens - I think they like him! Falcoon - Welcome to Monday Night Addiction ladies and balls! Dunn - It's too fucking loud in here! Falcoon - For some reason this newbie Drake Munday is out in our ring to start the show. Dunn - Doesn't look like the show is ever gonna start! Finally the arena begins to quiet and Drake brings the mic back up to his mouth. Munday - The nerve of you people! Who the hell do you think you are? HUH!? None of you hold even a quarter of the talent that I do! I'm the BEST the OWF has to offer and I don't need a title belt to prove it! All I need is- PA System - Hahaha... Yeeeeaaah Dude! The fans leap to their feet as "Lit Up" by Buck Cherry hits the speakers and Cokekid steps through the curtains. Cokekid - Yo! Cut my mo'faukin' music dude man bro! The music fades off. Munday leans over the top rope and urges Cokekid to come to the ring. Cokekid - Alrig- Munday - Some one get this nobody outta my sight! Cokekid - Yo dude I'm telling you straight up, if you wanna come out here and put down the whole roster then you're gonna have to start with the bottom! Dunn - Ha! Falcoon - Seeesh. Kissens - What happened? Sorry I zoned out! Munday - Get outta here kid! I don't have a thing to prove to you! Cokekid - Didn't you JUST call out all the champions? Munday - Yeah so get lost! Cokekid - Yo dude.... It just so happens that I'm a champion! Munday - Quit wasting my time! Cokekid lifts up the hem of his shirt to reveal two pieces of rope tied to a license plate with two small plastic blue clocks for the side plates. Munday - What's that suppose to be? Cokekid - What this? .. Oh it's just the best title ever! Munday - Uh huh... Cokekid - Read the plate! The camera zooms in on the poor excuse for a title belt, the license plate buckle reads "Lo Clas". Munday - Listen kid.. I don't need that garbage, but I'll be more than happy to recycle that belt for you when you step into the ring with me! Cokekid - It's not garbage dude! And I'd love to defend this title against you, but the rules say you can only defend this belt when the side clocks hit 4:20! Munday - .... They're on 4:20 now. Cokekid - Shit! I knew I shouldn't have used those batteries to cook m- Cokekid doesn't even finish his sentence, he just darts to the ring and slides in under the bottom rope. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Cokekid leaps to his feet and tries to tackle Munday, Munday quickly counters with a hard right hand then picks Cokekid up by the legs... Falcoon - I think Cokekid has got himself over his head again! Dunn - That's a pretty classy lookin' title. Let me see that thing! Kissens - Ew it smells like bacon, pot, and body odor! Munday spins around in circles with Cokekid still up in the air... Alabama Slam! Dunn - Ha! Oh I get it now! "Lo Clas".. LOW CLASS. OHHHH! Falcoon - Christ. Kissens - What a moron. Munday stalks Cokekid, walking around him in circles and just waiting for him to get up. After several seconds Drake notices that CK is out cold. He picks up CK's lifeless body and plants him with Darkness! Falcoon - Just pin the kid! That's uncalled for. Dunn - Insult to injury. Kissens - More like insult to our intelligence! This match is a snoozefest. The fans rise to their feet as Sythe darts down the ramp and slides under the bottom rope, Munday levels him with a solid right hand then a kick to the gut.. Falcoon - Summer's Gone.. .. .. Now! For Sythe that is... He's out cold at the hands of Drake Munday. G-Dogg runs out next and slides under the ropes... Drake meets him head on with a spear! Drake leaps up and looks down at all three competitors. Kissens - Looks like he's going to kill 3 birds with a single stone! Dunn - Shut up Jackie! You're dumb. Kissens - ... What the hell did I do to you? Dunn - Nothin. I just don't like you. Kissens - Feeling is mutual! Falcoon - Will you two get a room!? Drake stacks all three men on top of each other then covers them with his foot... Missy Janson - Your winner of the bout.... Drake Munday! The OWFtron flashes and Commish DK pops on it. Commish DK - Drake Munday.. Today is your lucky day! Not really... But Aug 6th might be! Not only am I going to let you appear on OWF's 10th Birthday... I'm also going to book you in an oppertunity to receive a title shot! You think you're ready for the big time Drake? At Blood Bath 2008.. You Drake Munday.... Will run your first... Gauntlet! Falcoon - We've only just begun the night of insanity folks! Dunn - I remember being in the gauntlet! Kissens - I'm surprised you remember yesterday. Dunn - What happened yesterday? Falcoon - You got drunk at the pub and pissed down your leg. Dunn - Ah yeah. Kissens - Sick! Missy Janson - The following contest is scheduled for one fall and PDA rules! "The Sound of Truth" by As I Lay Dying begins to play throughout the arena and it gets slightly darker and spotlights rapidly flash to the beat of the music. Filthy Rich makes his way out from the back. He stands at the top of the stage momentarily, taking in the environment of the arena and the OWF fans that have packed into the arena. Missy Janson - Making his way to the ring, from Miami, Florida... Filthy Rich! Kissens - Ewww he's covered in bacon grease ya'll! Dunn - Aren't you use to that by now? Falcoon - Yah! You hick! He headbangs to the music for a second and then makes his way down to the ring with a somewhat serious look on his face. He walks up the steps outside the ring and climbs on the turnbuckle with one foot on the second turnbuckle and the other foot on the top turnbuckle. He looks around for a couple of seconds and jumps down into the ring and gets ready to start the match. Missy Janson - 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. Falcoon - This guy is beyond weird. He looks weird, he acts weird. Quiet frankly he looks like someone who would butt rape you. Kissens - You're right! He DOES LOOK LIKE DUNN! Dunn - I'm way prettier then that guy. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Rich jumps right onto the top rope and flings himself across the ring in a flying cross body attempt, Simmons moves out of the way and Rich crashes on the mat. Simmons pulls him back up to his feet, but Rich counters with an elbow to the gut followed by modified code breaker. Simmons hits the mat holding his mouth, Rich slides out of the ring and scoops up a chair and the ring bell.... Rich climbs onto the outside aprion, Simmons meets him on the way back into the ring with a shoulder to the gut. Rich falls off the aprion but lands on his feet... Simmons crawls out after him, but gets met by a solid chair shot to the skull by the awaiting Filthy Rich. Falcoon - GOOOOOD NIGHT! Kissens - He's DONE. Dunn - I'm Dunn! Kissens - No, you're stupid. Simmons staggers back but doesn't fall over. Rich pulls the chair back again but Simmons jolts forward with a big boot and kicks Rich in the chest with it! Rich hits the ground and Simmons goes on the offensive with a series of boots to Rich's sides. He scoops Rich up and rolls him back under the bottom rope. Simmons slides in after him, Rich takes a moment to catch his breath before attempting to get back up. Simmons pulls him by the hair until he reaches his knees, suddenly Rich grabs his leg and pulls him down into an inside cradle.. 1... 2... 3! Missy Janson - Here is your winner.. Filthy Rich! The camera's drift backstage to the jobber locker room. Once inside we see Robin Sparks sitting on the bench with her knees tucked up in her chest as she quietly reads a book. A tiny woman with a headset on sets into the view of the camera and prods for Robin's attention. Woman - Excuse me.. Robin? Robin - Yeah. Woman - I have something for you. Robin twirls around and stands up and takes a small brown sealed envelope from the woman. Robin gets excited and bounces up and down while trying to tear it open. Robin - It's like Christmas! Woman - RRRRRIGHT...? The woman walks away leaving Robin alone with her package. She eagerly tears the seal and slides out the contents. She's stunned for a moment as she glances down at a Moxie Roxie CD. Attached to the cd is a small white card that reads: "Need a brand new hero?" We cut back to ringside with the commentators. Dunn - If it's a hero she needs.. Why not call the most random hero around? Falcoon - Alex Rodriguez? Dunn - No. James Dunn. Kissens - Pfffft! Ha! Missy Janson - The following contest is scheduled for one fall! PA System - If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son...I got 99 Problems and Bitch ain't one!! "99 Problems" by Jay-Z hits the speakers, which will always send the fans to their feet. Slowly through the curtains, Akira Kanemura appears with a stern look upon his face. The fans remain mostly emotionless as the newcomer to both the OWF and the USA trots down the ramp. Missy Janson - Introducing first... On his way to the ring... From Japan...Akira Kanemura! Upon his face is a wide smirk, taking in all of his surroundings. He slides under the bottom rope and into the ring, quickly pacing towards his corner. He leans his back up against the turnbuckle and removes his dogtag chain, laying it on the mat. His music begins to fade, so Akira begins to stretch his legs out to prepare for his match. Missy Janson - And his opponent... PA System - Go ahead. Say you want a revolution. The opening chords of "Got the Numbers" by Anti-Flag ring out through the arena, and a rush of white crowd noise calls back. As Justin Sane wends toward the chorus, a strange phenomenon occurs. As soon as he sings "we need a fucking revolution" the curtains jerk aside in sync with hundreds of fists throughout the arena being thrown in the air. There seems to be no rhyme, no reason to the placement of the Freedom Army members as they scream along to the lyrics. Crowd - We've got Missy Janson - Making his way to the ring... From Parma Heights, Ohio... Freedom.. Kid! It's at this point that the Freedom Kid himself appears at the top of the ramp, wearing bluejeans and a T-shirt modeled after the anarchosyndicalist flag, his hands raised in the double Vs that have followed him throughout his career. As he lowers his arms, the Freedom Army follows suit and, within moments, the members of the movement are indistinguishable from the rest of the crowd. The Kid sprints down the ramp, sliding into the ring. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Freedom Kid darts from the corner but Akira catches him in a drop toe hold. They both leap back to their feet and Akira kicks, FK catches his foot, Akira goes for the enziguri but FK ducks it and spins Akira around backwards with his leg. FK darts off the ropes behind him, Akira twirls back around just in time to hit the mat and let FK run past him. FK hits the far side ropes and comes back for Akira one more time! Akira jumps back up and catches FK in an arm drag takedown, FK counters in mid move and spins his body around just enough to land on his feet and grab Akira's head for a side head lock.. Akira pushes off and the two men go into the ropes together, FK breaks the head lock and whips Akira into the far side ropes.. Akira bounces back towards FK, Akira flies through the air and FK catches him and spins him around then drops him in a tilt-a-whirl back breaker! Falcoon - Hot diggity damn that was fast! Akira gets right back up and nails FK with a stiff uppercut then shoots himself back into the ropes, FK now takes to the ropes as well.. They run back and forth across the ring, each trying to catch each other in the fast pace moves... After a series of drops and jump overs they finally meet in the center of the ring in a stare down. The fans begin to applaud the two men! Falcoon - Amazing display of respect from these fans! Dunn - All they did was run around the ring like a couple idiots. Kissens - This coming from the OWF's verison of "The Job Squad" They bump knuckles and continue as Akira lands a series of kicks to Freedom Kid, but FK strikes back with an elbow to the jaw, he grabs Akira by the head and throws him into the corner then follows up with splash into a bull dog! FK goes for the cover... 1... 2... Kick out by Akira! Falcoon - What do you think of Freedom Kid, Dunn? Dunn - I'm not a fan of fast pace matches. It's too hard for me to keep up with. Kissens - You are THE WORST commentator I've ever seen. Dunn - Really!? The worst? Have you checked a mirror? Freedom Kid jumps over the rope onto the aprion.. Freedom Kid launches himself over the ropes and corkscrews before diving head first into Akira's chest! FK wastes no time recovering and pulls Akira back to his feet. Akira attempts a round house kick from out of no where... FK ducks it, then kicks him in the stomach and sets up for his finisher.... Falcoon - Freedom Rally! He nails the variation of the Ace Crusher and the referee counts 1... 2... 3! Missy Janson - Here is your winner... FREEDOM KID! We pan backstage just as Valtiel steps through the back door. He's jarred from the side with a bump on the hip, the camera turns to show a startled Mike Van Pelt. MVP - Hey! Did you hear the news?! Valtiel - Do I know you? MVP - Open game on the OWF championship tonight! Valtiel - Hummm.. MVP - When you see Jesse, tell him I'm lookin for him! The crowd laughs as MVP runs off searching for Jesse Williams and the camera's cut back to the ring. Missy Janson - The following contest is scheduled for one fall and PDA rules! "Beer" by Reel Big Fish hits as the lights flash blue and green. Missy Janson - Introducing first... From East Brunswick, New Jersey... Jared Wave! Falcoon - Times ticking.. Someone better find Jesse Williams! 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. Dunn - It's a deal! I'll be back! Kissens - HEYYY! You can't just leave! Falcoon - Just let him go... He'll never pin him! Missy Janson - And his opponent.. From Jersey City, New Jersey..... JOE COOL!! Lights flash then dim, and "The Man Without Fear" by Drowning Pool & Rob Zombie fills the speakers. PA System - GO! Lights flash about the arena and Joe steps on to the stage and looks around at the crowd, then leans back, arms outstreched as pyro blasts up around him. He runs towards the ring and slides in. I am The Man Without Fear He climbs up to the turnbuckle, puts his hands in a clasp above his head and brings them down, still clasped, to chest-level. You can't hurt me. He jumps down from the turnbuckle and loosens up for his match. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) The referee calls for the bell. Joe Cool extends his hand in the center of the ring, Jared gives the hand a quick slap of respect as they begin the match. Jared bounces off the ropes and tries for a flying larriott attempt, he hits the move but the much bigger Joe Cool doesn't budge much. Jared stumbles back then recovers quickly by shooting himself off the ropes once again.. Joe Cool tries to catch him with a clothesline, but Jared ducks it and hits the other side of the ropes, he leaps onto the middle rope and springboards off in a moonsault.. Joe Cool catches Jared on his shoulder then drives him to the mat with a hard diving power slam. Cool quickly signals for the begining of the end! He grabs Jared's legs and twists them around into a boston crab position.. Jared struggles then finally squirms his way out before the move can be placed in. Falcoon - It's a little early for submission! Kissens - Jared's so little and cute. I could eat him up! Falcoon - Judging by the size of that belly.. I believe it! Jared gets back on his feet quickly. Cool calls for the tie up in the center of the ring, Jared hits the ropes insted then leaps into the air and catches Cool in a lightning fast headscissors takedown! Jared leaps onto his feet and delivers a sliding low drop kick to the still downed Joe Cool. Jared leaps back up before Cool can recover, Jared hits the standing moonsault! He follows through with a pin.. 1...2 kick out by Joe Cool! Falcoon - The light weight Jared Wave is showing off some skills tonight! Kissens - He can show me those s- Falcoon - Before you finish, I'd like to note... You're a cougar. A dirty dirty cougar. Kissens - Awwwwl! Thanks! Falcoon - ... ? ? ? Joe Cool pushes Jared off and tries to get to his feet, Jared darts off the farside ropes, Cool gets to his knees and see's Jared's attack coming! Jared tries for a short running drop kick but Cool catches his legs and pulls them out from under him, causing Jared to crash to the mat! Joe stands while still holding onto Jared's legs.. Falcoon - Looks like the begining of the end for Jared Wave! Cool releases one leg and twists him into position for the modified half crab that he locks in! Wave yells in pain as he tries to escape the hold. Cool really torque's the legs and tightens the hold so it's nearly unbreakable... Jared pulls himself closer and closer to the ropes but can't seem to grab one.. He reaches out and almost has the bottom rope, but Cool reacts by pulling him back towards the center of the ring. As he drags him back, the move begins to loosen and Jared finds a way to wiggle free, the hold is half broken and Jared spins around while still on the mat and kicks Cool in the side of the head. Cool releases the hold but gets right back to his feet. Jared's legs are hurting and he shows it as he tries to shoot himself off the ropes... Falcoon - He's nothing without his legs and Joe Cool knows it! Kissens - I'd still date him with no legs! Falcoon - You're a sick woman Jackie. Jared bounces off the ropes, Cool catches him.. Overhead belly to belly suplex! Jared lands on his feet! Jared kicks the back of Cool's knees and brings him down to the mat! Jared leaps off the ropes from behind Cool and finishes taking cool down with a flip over neckbreaker! Jared goes from the quick pin.. 1.. Cool kicks out! Jared gets up a little slower then normal.. But then he signals the crowd and heads for the top turnbuckle! He climbs up and signals once again before diving off for the shooting star press! .... Joe Cool moves and Jared crashes on the mat! Cool scoops him up quickly and places him in a torture rack.... Jersey Driver!! Cool quickly covers.. 1... 2... 3! Missy Janson - Here is your winner.. Joe Cool!! We drift backstage to James Dunn and Mike Van Pelt who've joined forces and are searching the halls for Jesse Williams. They come to a "T" in the hall way and create a plan. MVP - OK! I've got these walkie talkies. You go left and I'll go right! Dunn - Done. The camera's follow MVP as he turns the zig zagged corners of the hall... From out of no where a silver streak flashes across the screen. The camera's back away just in time to see MVP hit the floor. A small silver dart sticks out from the side of MVP's neck and drool runs from his mouth to the floor. The camera's search the hallways but no one else can be seen! We fade back to the commentary table. Falcoon - Christ! It's like the hunt! Kissens - Where'd that come from? I'm skeered ya'll! Falcoon - Look out! Kissens - AHHH! Falcoon - Just kidding! Missy Janson - The following contest is scheduled for one fall... "California Love" by Tupac blares over the speakers, sending the fans into a frenzy! Greg Jackson comes out from the back and starts jumping around to pump up the fans. He then makes his way down to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. Missy Janson - Introducing first.. From Los Angeles, CA.... Grrrreg JACK-SON!! Dunn - I'm back! Falcoon - Couldn't find him? Dunn - People are droppin' like flies backstage! I using The Mexican's as bait for Jesse Williams...(I heard Mexican's stick together) And out of no where two darts stuck them both in the neck! So I was like "Oh shit! Time to go!" Falcoon - Great story.... Dunn - Thanks! After testing the ropes a few times, he climbs out of the ring and finds a young child to give them a classic Greg Jackson Souvenir... a partially thawed micorwavable bean and cheese burrito... a gift that child will never forget. Greg then re-enters the ring. . After testing the ropes a few times, he climbs out of the ring and finds a young child to give them a classic Greg Jackson Souvenir... a partially thawed micorwavable ... a gift that child will never forget. Greg then re-enters the ring. Falcoon - How thoughtful! Dunn - Ewww.. Missy Janson - And his opponent... Also from Los Angeles, CA.... Raaay LOOOPES!! The chopped and screwed chorus for Rainbow Colors by Three 6 Mafia and Lil Flip begins to play. I got them rainbow colors in my cup A mildly sedated Ray Lopes step out on top of the ramp with a Styrofoam cup in his right hand. He slowly makes his way down to the ring, takes one more sip from the cup, sets it down in the corner and then slides inside the ring. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Lopes is in Greg's face before the bell can even ring. Lopes strikes first with a solid right hand and they begin to exchange punches! The referee tries to get between them to break up the fight, but neither man will budge so the ref backs away and lets them fight! Lopes whips Jackson into the ropes, Jackson bounces off and Lopes catches him with a knee to the mid section that makes Jackson double over and drop to one knee. Lopes grabs Jackson's head and places him in a powerbomb position... He lifts Jackson up, but Jackson counters and leaps down catching Lopes's head on the way down and planting Lopes with a hard DDT! Jackson rests for a second before lifting Lopes back to his feet. Lopes kicks Jackson right in the shin then follows up by stepping back and lunging at Jackson with a clothesline that sends both men over the top rope and spilling out into the floor! Falcoon - Have a nice trip? See ya next fall! Hahaha! Dunn and Kissens - ....... Falcoon - Sorry. The brawl continues when they land, Lopes grabs a handful of Greg's hair and then strikes him with fists to the face over and over until Greg's skin finally tears and blood begins to spill! The referee's count is up to 4... Falcoon - This is getting violent! Lopes better watch out or he'll get DQ'ed! Dunn - He's proving a point right now. Lopes was once ASW's finest assest and he's been sent to second string here in OWF. Falcoon - That's his own fault! Dunn - Is it? Is it REALLY?! Falcoon - You get what you deserve in the OWF! If Ray Lopes wants to be top dog he's got to knock off people like Jesse Williams and Vacant! 6... Lopes looks at the blood he's shed and grins before throwing his forearm into Greg's face. 8... Lopes slides in the ring then back out to break the count. He lifts up Greg on the outside, Greg counters with a thumb to the eye then grabs Lopes by the head and throws him right into the guard rail! The fans cheer and they all try to touch the wrestlers as they brawl in front of them. Greg grabs Lopes again and throws him across the path into the ring steps. Greg crawls ontop of the guard rail and tries to steady his balance... He leaps off with a splash attempt but Lopes moves and Greg eats the steel steps! Falcoon - Ohhhh! Dunn - Yikes. I could feel that one! The ref's count is up to 5 and Lopes grabs Greg then tosses him under the bottom rope. Lopes follows him in, blood drips from Greg's face to the mat and the referee checks him. Greg pushes the ref to the side and spears Lopes just as he gets to his feet! The fans cheer Jackson as he wipes away the blood and continues his attack! Jackson lifts Lopes up and sends him into the ropes, Lopes stops himself on the ropes and Greg follows up by charging at him for a clothesline.. Lopes ducks and sends Jackson over the top rope, Jackson lands on the aprion, Lopes notices and quickly hooks Jackson's head and lifts him back over the ropes and into the ring and plants him to the mat with a brain buster! Lopes makes a quick pin .. 1... 2 kick out by Jackson. Lopes is right back on his feet and brings Jackson up with him, Lopes grabs him around the waist.. German suplex! Falcoon - He's focusing on that neck for the DLE! Lopes grabs Jackson's arm and places it behind his head then puts him in a neck wrench hold. Jackson struggles to break free and begins to lift himself to his feet... The fans cheer him on and he elbows Lopes in the gut to break free, Greg grabs Ray's arm and throws him into the turnbuckle... Greg backs up and runs full speed, he leaps and nails Lopes with a thigh to the face! Greg lowers his leg, but as he does Lopes's brings his arm up and grabs Greg around the neck. He holds him in a submission type cradle then uses his pure strength to step out of the corner and plant Greg with the cradle DDT! Dunn - DLE! Falcoon - Ouch! Kissens - This one's over! Lopes releases the cradle and rolls him over for the pin.. 1... 2... 3! Missy Janson - Here is your winner... RAY LOPES! The camera's drift to the back once again to reveal Zakk Simmons standing outside of Jesse's lockerroom with a ball point hammer. After only a few seconds the door to the lockerroom pulls open, Zakk grips his hammer and lifts it in the air... Munday - Woah Woah Woah!! Drake begs as he comes out of Jesse's locker room with a chair in his hands. Simmons - Where's Jesse? Munday - I don't know, but would you mind putting that hammer down? Simmons - Sure. Zakk Simmons swings the hammer down and cracks Munday in the skull with it! Munday hits the ground, but just as he does a silver dart flings across the hall and hits the wall next to Simmons. Zakk leans down and picks it up off the floor. He quickly glances around then secures himself by slipping into Jesse's lockerroom. Falcoon - Hammers and chairs and darts oh my! We cut back to the parking lot where Jesse Williams is quickly packing up his car. The camera's show Valtiel is the distance, but the shot never focus's on him... He silently grows closer to Jesse, inch by inch and without a sound he finally comes within 10 foot of him... The silence is enough of a warning and Jesse grows more aware by the second. Both men are stopped now, Jesse is facing the trunk of the car and Valtiel is only feet behind him. The breathing can be heard from both parties... Jesse quickly whips around, but when he does Valtiel is gone! Jesse Williams - I coulda swore... He sighs then turns back to throw his last bag in the trunk then slams it shut.. Jesse approaches the front of his car and notices that his driver's side door is open, he cautiously approaches it... He glances in from a safe distance and sees it's empty.. From behind Valtiel catches him off guard and rams his head through the drivers side back window! Valtiel pulls Jesse's head out to reveal a ton of blood and cut marks. Jesse tries to push him off but is too weak, Eclipse darts in from the side and spears Valtiel to the concrete! She begins pounding Valtiel's head into the ground! Jesse Williams - Jesus fucking christ! Jesse dives into the front seat but then notices that his steering wheel has been removed! He exits the car and leaves his luggage behind as the camera's fade back to the ring. Falcoon - This is getting out of control! Dunn - Scary shit! Kissens - He's missing... His steering wheel.. Who takes a steering wheel? Missy Janson - The following contest is tonight's Main Event! It is scheduled for one fall and a network title contension match! Falcoon - It's main event time! Dunn - Nobodies happier about that then me. Kissens - Except maybe Jesse Williams?? Missy Janson - Introducing first... From Dallas Texas.... E-J SLAYYYYER! The music hits and EJ Slayer steps out onto the stage. He soaks up the atmosphere before heading down to the ring. Missy Janson - And his opponent... From Las Vegas Nevada... He is the current OWF/MVW LillyAss Champion!.... SPEC-TER!! PA System - Tonight's your lucky fucking night. Says the voice of the Venetian Vandal to an arena full of fans that may or may not remember the glory days of MVW. The surf guitar sweetness of The Dead Kennedys' rendition of "Viva Las Vegas" assaults the ears of the audience, leaving images of gambling and debauchery dancing in their heads. A wave of purple and silver confetti drifts to the arena floor, indicating that a celebration is in order. What celebration is that? Why, the arrival of none other than Specter, who steps through the curtain and surveys the arena with a smirk. He looks from the ring to the fans and back again, before beginning his pace to the ring. Shrugging off the high five attempts and remarks of fans, he slips to ringside and rolls under the bottom rope. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Neither man wants to make the first move, so instead, they begin to circle... Dunn - Dance! Dance! Kissens - Enough with the Fall Out Boy! Finally they tie up and Slayer gets the quick advantage and pushes Specter back into the corner. The ref gets between them and calls for a clean break. Both men start to back off but Slayer attempts a backhand slap, Specter ducks it and drives his shoulder into Slayer's gut. They're both out of the corner now, Specter grabs Slayer's arm and whips him into the ropes.. Specter bends over and waits for him to return for the back body drop, but when Slayer returns he delivers a knee lift face buster to Specter! Slayer pulls Specter back to his feet and hooks him in a russian leg sweep position. Specter gets free and pulls into a standing switch, he grab's Slayer's arms in a full nelson then slowly walks him towards the ropes.. Falcoon - That's akward looking! Dunn - Are they spooning? Kissens - HOT! Specter releases the full nelson lock and tries to throw Slayer over the top rope, Slayer grabs a hold of the rope then turns and elbows Specter in the mouth with his free arm. Slayer grabs Specter by the head and tosses him over the top rope and to the floor. Slayer waits for Specter to get to his feet, then hits him with a sliding drop kick under the bottom rope! Specter falls back against the guard rail and Slayer slides out of the ring. Slayer reaches out for Specter, but Specter counters and grabs Slayer's head and slams it against the guard rail! The referee begins to count .. 1... 2... Specter grabs Slayer by the hair and flips him down to the mat then kicks him square in the back. 3... 4... Specter grabs the side of the guard rail and rips away the protective padding. The referee shouts his warning, Specter shrugs his shoulders and the ref's count reaches 6. Slayer is back on his feet when Specter turns back around... Slayer knees him in the gut then lifts him up in a scoop then slams on the guard rail.. 7... 8... Slayer slides back into the ring. Specter holds his mid section for a moment as the ref's count hit's 9! Specter darts back under the ropes and Slayer lays the boots to him! Dunn - Eat foot Specter! Slayer reaches down for to pull Specter back up, Specter counters by jamming two fingers into Slayer's eyes. The ref seperates them quickly, Specter gets to his feet and the ref warns him once again! Falcoon - If he keeps doing that he's gonna get DQed! Dunn - I taught him that move! Kissens - No you didn't. Dunn - Shut up bitch! Kissens - Kiss my ass. Dunn - It's too crowded in there! Slayer's eyes are watery and red now and you can tell he's in pain, he takes a moment next to the ropes to get his vision back. Specter pushes past the ref and charges at Slayer.. He spears Slayer right out of the right! The two tumble through the middle rope and hit the floor again. The ref again begins to count 1... Specter leaps up and grabs the top of the commentary table. 2... 3.... 4... He rips it off the wooden logo and throws it into the crowd. Falcoon - Theres a souvenior! Dunn - I coulda pawned that! Kissens - Guys! Our table is being destroyed! Do something!! Falcoon and Dunn - K. Falcoon and Dunn throw their headsets down and step away from the table. Kissens - Fuck it! Jackie throws her head set down just as Specter scoops up Slayer and lays him on the table... 5... 6... 7... Specter climbs onto the aprion and up the turnbuckle. The fans are on their feet as he measures up Slayer....... The ref slides out of the ring and stands directly in front of Slayer and the commentary table.... Specter screams for the ref to move... Specter weighs the options then leaps off the top rope towards the commentary table with a moonsault! .................... Slayer moves but the ref doesn't get out of the way! CRASH! Specter crashes through the table and referee. Slayer sees that the ref is out and quickly folds up a chair and slides it in the ring. He pulls Specter from the mess of wood and wires then tosses him under the bottom rope. Slayer slides in after him and picks up the chair.... He waits for Specter to move.... finally after nearly a minute Specter begins to stir, he holds his ribs as he gets to one knee. Slayer lines him up with the chair... He swings..... Specter ducks the shot and chop blocks his knee! Slayer falls to one knee and Specter grabs his head... Implant DDT! Specter covers.. .The crowd counts ..1 ... 2 ... 3 .... But no ref! A ref darts down the ramp and slides into the ring. He notices the chair sitting right next to Specter and immediantly calls for the bell! Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen... Referee Elliot Smoosh has disqualified Specter. Therefore, here is your winner by a disqualification... E.. J.. Slayer! The camera's catch up with Jesse Williams in the back who is standing face to face with Snake who is blocking a back exit. Snake - Hope you don't think you're going somewhere... The already bloody Jesse Williams pushes Snake, but Snake doesn't budge.. Jesse backs up and measures the big man up... From the side a dart tinks as it misses it's target and hits the door. Another dart shoots and this one sticks in the big man's neck. Jesse spins around... Alexis Cage - Hi sweetie..... I'm baaackk! Alexis Cage stands behind him with a smile and a tranquilizer gun. Snake is starting to fade, she lowers the gun and pumps two more darts into Snake and he finally falls over. Alexis Cage - Oh! And I've come for what's mine! She smiles again while she loads a dart into the gun. She cocks it before Jesse can even react... Alexis pulls the trigger and Jesse tries to make it over Snake and out the door. Jesse Williams - Hummm... Looks like you're shooting blanks this time bitch! Alexis shakes the gun and tries to jar the dart jam. Alexis Cage - Yeah... Too bad that wasn't the case with you! Jesse Williams - What's that mean? Alexis grins and nods as she realigns the dart in the gun. Jesse Williams - Alexis!!.... What did you mean by that? The dart flows down the narrow tube this time and sticks Jesse in the leg. His leg turns numb and he drags it towards the exit... Jesse Williams - Alexis! He says out of breath and struggling to reach the door handle. Jesse Williams - Tell me... Ale - ... what did that mea- He falls limp and his body's last movement pushes the back door to the arena open. His lifeless body lands in the threshold of the door halfway outside the arena. Alexis Cage - Awwwwwl... You ALMOST made it outta the building tonight. Alexis signals for the referee waiting around the corner.. She pulls him back inside, lays him flat on his back then pins him and screams at the referee... Alexis Cage - COUNT!! 1 ... 2 ... ... ... ... ... ... Alexis is pulled off from Jesse before the ref's hand hits the floor! She's shocked as she looks up at the man who cost her this title. Vacant - Not like this.... The OWF logo spins and the camera's fade. |