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The cameras open up backstage before the show. We focus in on the wrestlers entrance where Security has set up a check point. Many of the OWF superstars are seen on screen briefly, in fact too many to name. We see Mike Van Pelt walk up to security with his duffel bag at his side. Security Officer 1 - Hey Mike, how ya doin? Mike Van Pelt - Not bad Chuck, how are the kids dude? Security Officer 1 - Good, good. MVP passes through security after a quick search of his bag. As he leaves a hooded figure walks up to the two members of security. Security Officer 1 - Name and proof of identification. Figure - My name is Drake Munday. He hands over his license. The security figure laughs as he eyes up the list. Security Officer 1 - I'm sorry Mr. Munday, but I guess this Monday just isn't your night. The two men laugh hysterically. Drake Munday - HEY! Shut up! Drake turns and storms out of sight. Security Officer 2 - This monday isn't your night. Priceless chuck.
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 music of Chevelle keeps kicking as we fade in to the sold out Verizon Center in Washington D.C. The fans are going bezerk while the spotlights shine all over the arena. A string of pyrotechnics shoots off from the ceiling and crashes down onto the stage, which sends the fans even deeper into their frenzied state. The cameras pan across the seating area, showing the various signs held up by the thousands packed in tight inside the arena. While the cameras are still fixated on the crowd, the voices of the announcers are heard chiming in. Falcoon - AHOOOOOOOO and Welcome to Monday Night Addiction! Kissens - And we're rejoined by James Dunn. Dunn - Yeah. Great. Falcoon - We're coming off OWF Blood Bath, a show that fans and critics alike are raving about. Kissens - It was a show to remember. Dunn - Pft. I think not. "Power to Destroy" by ANJ hits, and the the crowd noise quickly turns to a shower of boos as EJ Slayer makes his way to the ring, microphone in hand. Kissens - EJ Slayer? What's he doing here? Falcoon - Well, that I don't know but one thing is obvious. The fans aren't shy in letting Slayer know he's not welcome. Dunn - But why not? He's great. Better than a lot of people in our sucky locker room. EJ Slayer - That's right, let the rest of the OWF know how you feel about their lackluster performances as of late. Dunn - Hey! Don't you talk about my locker room like that! Kissens - But...you just.. Dunn - It's different when someone else says it. I hate this guy! BOOOOO! Falcoon - You realize he can't hear you, right? Dunn - Then I'll throw my paper cup! You suck Slayer! BOO this man! The booing continues, causing Slayer to grim like the Cheshire Cat. EJ Slayer - I'm growing weary OWF, I really and truly am. I came back expecting a challenge, and I've been incredibly disappointed. A "Get Out!" chant starts, the fans making it clear that they've grown weary of his antics. EJ Slayer - Lopes fell to me like the joke he's become. Specter was squashed like the insignificant insect that he truly is. I expected more out of you OWF, and I'm going to ask again: is there a person in this company that is even capable of standing in the ring with me without being an embarassment? The fans all shift their heads towards the entrance way, but no music hits. The crowd grows impatient and begins various chants around the arena for their World Champion. Falcoon - Slayer wants a fight. Kissens - I don't think anybody is going to oblige him. Dunn - He's lucky I was only active for Blood Bath, I'd give him a job "Well Dunn" if you know what I mean. Kissens - Was that your finisher? Dunn - Oh sure, you know Harkers finisher the second you see him but you don't know mine? PA System - NOW YOU'RE DOING THE WALTZ WITH YOUR MURDERER! "Memphis Will Be Laid to Waste" by Norma Jean strikes the PA and the fans nearly blow the roof off the arena. From the entrance way, Jesse Williams walks out with the OWF Title slung over his right shoulder. Falcoon - They asked for him, and they got him! He is greeted by a loud roar while walking down the ramp in a pair of jeans and a white undershirt. A cocky smile is draped across his face as he turns to the side of the ring and slowly walks up the ring steps with his eyes focused on the crowd. Slayer keeps his eyes focused right on Jesse as he steps into the ring. Williams brushes past EJ Slayer, still not making eye contact as he walks across the ring and asks Missy for a microphone which he promptly receives while his music fades down. The fans break out in a loud chant of "J-DUBS! J-DUBS!" as Jesse circles the ring before taking a standing position right in front of EJ Slayer- looking him in the eye for the first time. Jesse Williams - Slayer, Slayer, Slayer. You talk way too much for someone who is barely even acknowledged as OWF talent. Who in the hell gave you TV time? The fans break out into a bit of laughter Jesse Williams - Regardless, you asked a question if anybody in this company is capable of standing in the ring with you? And I'm here to answer you honestly. No. The fans are silenced. Dunn - Um, what? Jesse Williams - You're right. There is nobody in this company capable of standing in the ring WITH you. But, I got something for you. There is someone who can do that whole standing tall thing, while you're laying flat on your back wishing you never heard the letters "O-W-F". And you're looking at him, pal. A scowl crosses Slayer's face as he looks Jesse over, clearly not pleased about being interrupted. EJ Slayer - Excuse me kid? I don't think I heard you correctly. I realize that's not what you said, but that came out as "blah blah bullshit blah blah". Last I checked Jesse, you already had your shot at me, and if my memory serves, that ended with you limping out of the ring with your ego and record damaged, not me. I'm looking for someone I haven't already destroyed to step up. Jesse backs off as he plants his tongue into his cheek and shows a half smile, tweaking his facial expression to that of building rage. Jesse Williams - That's fine Slayer. You're right, you did beat me. And what's the use in retreading the past? I mean, beating the OWF World Champion wouldn't prove your point at all, now would it? No, you're obviously here to beat up on the slugs and the scum and when a true challenge walks up to you and spits in your face, you step down. That's fine with me, I know you got your little clause that says only you can pick your opponents...I just didn't know it was because you were a pussy, that's all. Slayer's scowl quickly turns into a grin. EJ Slayer - Really now boy, "pussy"? Here I thought we were a couple of adults but if you want to get juvenile about it we certainly can. If I turn you down it's to spare your dignity, and to spare the dignity of... No, you know what... I'll give you another shot at the glory and bragging rights Jesse... Slayer jabs the title belt that's draped on Williams' shoulder. EJ Slayer - As long as you put that up. You and me, Drift and Die, I'll give you another chance to show me what you got. Jesse smiles, reaching his left hand up and brushing off the face plate of the title where Slayer poked it. Jesse Williams - You want to be number five? No problems here, pal! The fans cheer loudly in approval. Slayer nods his head up and down, then tosses the mic to the outside before exiting the ring as "Power to Destroy" plays. Falcoon - Our first Addiction after Blood Bath and we already have a World Title Match set for our next Pay Per View, Drift & Die on September 14th! Dunn - That should be a hell of a match The camera’s cut backstage. Three knocks are clearly heard at the door. The door swings open and there stands X-Terminator with the PDA strap firmly around his waist. He has a sarcastic smile as he is greeted at the door by none other than President Chase Johnson himself. Prez CJ - Ah, the great X-Terminator. Welcome to.. X-Terminator - The O-W-F. God it feels good to be back! This is my home. These, are my people. These are my fans. The crowd explodes in cheer. They rally behind XT as they have for so many years. The cheers die down as the segment continues. Prez CJ - Well that was unnecessary. And why are you carrying that title around? You do realize that it is an unsanctioned title. Or do your still think it’s the pay per view? X-Terminator - I know where I am, and I know that this PDA Championship represents more than the pay per view. It represents what this sport has forgotten about. It represents what made not only my career, but many others. It represents hardcore in its purest form and I’m begging you to make this match tonight PDA Rules. I would love nothing more than to carry on the PDA legacy through being able to use weapons. Come on CJ, you know that’s how I roll. The fans continue to rally behind X-Terminator. They unite in a “XT” chant so loud it feels as though the roof is about to blow off of the stadium. Prez CJ - Don’t let me regret this, but I will make your match tonight against Valtiel PDA Rules, but don't think for a second that PDA Title is being recognized. Now I just wanted to clarify a few restrictions that the OWF has decided to place on your contract with us seeing as how you are deemed a liability. Boo’s quickly explode throughout the arena. X-Terminator - I have been deemed a liability my entire career, what is different now. But if it’s what I have to do to wrestle in the OWF, then so be it. I would do anything for it. Prez CJ - Even quit drinking? X-Terminator - Err..Ugh..ahhh..ahhhbsolutely I would! Like I said, I would do anything. Prez CJ - Good, because you will be tested for alcohol weekly, you must remain sober, or else we may end up in the same boat as last time. You do remember, don’t you? X-Terminator - Don’t remind me. Prez CJ - Now get out there, and kick some ass. The entire world awaits your return. The cameras catch a glimpse of many hardcore fans, wearing their X-Terminator memorabilia, swinging their plastic weapons in the air. X-Terminator - Thanks prez, I can’t wait. XT steps up to leave, he opens the door as CJ quickly interrupts. Prez CJ - Oh shit I almost forgot! One more thing. The OWF has decided to appoint you a sponsor. Think of it more like a manager. He is there to make sure that you do not falter off path. Come on in here. A man rounds the corner and bumps firmly into the chest of X-Terminator. The two stare down briefly in the hallway. Prez CJ - X-T, meet Justin Zane. Justin, this is XT. Justin is obligated to be your sponsor for an entire month. Failure to meet any of our rules in the contract will follow immediate release from the OWF. Other than that, have fun! CJ slams the door behind the two as they stare at each other in mass confusion. X-Terminator - Have fun? Who the hell are you? Justin Zane - Justin. I’m a big fan. X-Terminator - Aren’t we all. Justin Zane - Oh ho. Someone is in a tiff. X-Terminator blows past Justin as they bump shoulders on the pass. Justin Zane - Guess I'm going to have to be more blunt with this one. Justin rushes to catch up to X-Terminator to discuss strategy as the scene pans into the crowd. The cameras focus in on one man. Dunn - What the hell is Zane doing with X-T? Falcoon - And why is Raven Talon sitting in the crowd? Raven Talon is identified sitting non-chalantly amidst the fans. He has a blank stare over his face. Kissens - Creeeeepy. Falcoon - Well, anyways...X-T got his wish and it will be a PDA Rules Match instead. Dunn - He's in love with that PDA Title. Missy Janson stands up at ringside next to the announcers booth and the camera slowly zooms out to keep both the announcers and Missy in frame. Kissens - Looks like it's time for match numero uno. Dunn - I don't speak Mexican. Falcoon - God you're dumb. Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen, the first match of the evening is scheduled for a one fall and it is an Earn Your Contract Match. The fans react very mildly. Missy Janson - Out to the ring first, from Houma, Lousiana...T-Money! Everyday I'm Hustlin hits the PA and a of couple seconds later T-Money spilts the curtain and walks out with some bouncing and his hands in the air. He then walk slowly to the ring with a black shirt with the sleeves cut off and blue jeans with a pair of blue tims on his feet. Once he gets to the ring he slides in and poses over the top rope. Missy Janson - And his opponent, making his OWF debut...from Haiti...Porta Prince! Red and blue pyro fall over the stage with "Welcome To Jamrock" playing. PA System - Out In The Streets. THEY CALL IT MURDAAAA! Pyro stops and Porta Prince appears as if he was behind it the whole time. Smoke flies out of his nose as he goes towards the ring with nothing but a spotlight on him. As he rolls into the ring, he gets up drapes himself over the ropes with a hand raise as red & blue pyro goes off behind him. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) The match starts with both men meeting in the middle of the ring and exchanging rights and lefts from the get go. Porta Prince gets the upper hand eventually, backing T-Money back into his respective corner with hard forearm shots and following them up once he's in the corner with hard lifting knees. Porta allows T-Money to get out of the corner, and he charges at Porta Prince and takes him down with a double leg takedown. T-Money mounts Porta Prince and wails away at the sides of his head with vicious elbow strikes one after the other. Porta Prince is able to flip T-Money over onto his back and lay into him with a few strikes of his own before T-Money pushes him off and both men get back to their feet. Falcoon - High paced action from this first match. Kissens - That's what you have to do to get the fans attention. As the two meet again, T-Money kicks Porta in the stomach and grabs him in a front face lock. He slings Porta Prince's arm over his head and lifts him up into the air for a vertical suplex. He holds him there for a few moments, letting the blood flow down to Porta's head before T-Money falls back and delivers the stalling suplex. He covers Porta Prince as the referee drops down to count the pin...1...2...kickout. Dunn - He'll have to learn that suplexes will not cut it here. T-Money pulls Porta Prince up to his feet, but Porta is able to break away. He nails a hard kick to the thigh of T-Money and swings around his back and grabs him a reverse waist lock before tossing T-Money over his head with a release german suplex. He walks around and grabs him by his head and drags him to his feet, quickly lifting him over his shoulder into a front powerslam position. He quickly drops down into a sitout position and drives T-Money's head down to the mat with the 3rd World Takedown. Falcoon - What a move! Kissens - T-Money is out. Porta Prince rolls T-Money over and hooks his leg while laying over his chest for a pin. The referee slides into place and makes the count...1...2...3! Missy Janson - The winner of this bout, Porta Prince! The two competitors limp out of the ring to a better reaction than they came in to. They walk up the ramp and disappear behind the curtains. Dunn - Not too bad, could have been better or worse. Falcoon - Hopefully we'll see more of these two in the OWF. Kissens - It's certainly possib-- “We Hate Everybody” by Type O Negative starts to play as the lights go down suddenly. Kissens - Oh what the hell, y'all. Falcoon - That's Zack Perry's theme music! Is he here tonight? Kissens - I hope he is so I can slap him for cutting me off! The MVW logo starts to come over the tron as it starts playing “highlights” from MVW. Suddenly from out of the back comes...a chorus line? A line of about 12 girls in shiny leotards that are pink and purple come out and start doing a dancing line on the sides of the entranceway. Suddenly “We Hate Everyone” turns into “Ice Ice Baby” by Vanilla Ice. Suddenly out from the back comes a guy wearing a hot pink sleaveless trenchcoat that says MVW in bright red sparkling in the lights. He has his back to us and his hair is held up by a hot pink top hat. Dunn - ...I have nothing to say to this. Kissens - I got nothing either. Falcoon - ...High School Musical Part 12? Dunn - Ohhh nice! Kissens - He got a zinger! Suddenly the lights go down except for a spotlight on the guy in the hot pink ensemble. “Ice Ice Baby” stops as the guy turns and we see...Trent Steel!!! The audience is speechless as he pulls out a cane from his back and starts smiling like he's on a lot of prozac. The rest of his outfit is a pair of blue jeans, a white t-shirt, the Lillyass title, and his black combat boots. He's also wearing a wireless headset. Trent Steel - Ohhhhhhhhh.... Chorus Girls - He's The Lillyass! Yes he's the Lillyass!! Trent Steel - My career is over holy shit!!! Dunn - It sure is, pal. It sure is. Trent starts doing a tap dance number down the entrance ramp as Gershwin type music plays over the PA while the MVW logo keeps showing. Trent Steel - They always said I'd be a failure. I guess I proved them right. But hey I got a shiny belt all right! I guess I really fucked up. I'll never recover from this but hey ya'll watch this!!! The music changes to Irish Folk as Trent gets into the ring and dances a jig. The audience is speechless. Trent Steel - I think I really lost it or maybe I dunno. I think this is a lot of horseshit to follow up Bloodbath with this lame ass show! The audience actually laughs along. Trent Steel - It's time to get things started here on the most overhyped, undertalented, full of stipulation matched bullshit that you have seen on network television that we call OOOOWWWWFFF ADDDDDIIIIICCCCTTTTIIIIOOOONNNN!!!!!! Trent stops as the lights come back up and the girls head back to the back. Falcoon - ...That was horrible. Dunn - I dunno I kinda liked the Irish jig. Kissens - What about the pink ensemble on Trent Steel? Trent Steel - Thank you! Thank you! Give it up for the girls they really worked hard on that. Helllloooooooooooo fuckheads!! Well gee golly and you all thought that the worst thing I could do was win this piece of shit right? Trent points right to his crotch getting a laugh from the audience. Trent Steel - Go on! Go on! Get it out of your system I can stay here all night. I mean I'm not like James Caine and gonna skip town after I fuck up. Ba Dum Ching! I mean I don't know how I am going to recover from this I mean no one ever recovers from embarrassing moments in their career. Excuse me I'm thirsty. Trent pulls out a bottle of “Juvi Juice” from his back pocket. The audience laughs at the joke. Trent Steel - Good thing I found this in the back. We got crates of this shit for some reason! But seriously folks I mean I've had my embarrassing moments before but phew last week at Bloodbath I had the worst one ever. Trent looks up at the tron and we cut to where Trent was eliminated from the tag team match. The film stops right as we see him flip over. Trent Steel - See right there...I should have worn assless chaps that night instead of black jeans. Oh man I am a fashion fopa! Again the audience is laughing but it's more like nervous laughter. Two of the chorus girls come out with two small black boxes. Falcoon - I think he's cracked. Dunn - Was the musical number your first clue or the switch to the fabulous mode. Kissens - Actually I'd like to see him in assless chaps. Trent Steel - Ahh ladies you brought them. Thanks! You know I've won some embarrassing titles in the past before gaining this lovely belt that brings out my rosey red cheeks. I thought I would share them with you guys. Trent opens up one of the boxes and pulls out the ASW World Title belt he won a few years back. The fans are booing mercilessly. Trent Steel - Now this is a Lillyass Title! Falcoon - HELL YEAH! Dunn - Oh that was beautifully done! Kissens - We're so getting sued if we don't blur that belt out. Trent Steel - Wait...there's a even worse one than this! Trent reaches over and opens the other box. He pulls out the OWF World Title Belt he won a few months back. The fans go silent. Falcoon - What the? Dunn - Oh CJ is gonna love this. Kissens - Can we cut the feed yet? Trent Steel - What no laughter! Come on! This is the biggest joke of them all. What do these three belts have in common? They're all made of cheap ass leather, big sweaty men in tights fight for them, and in the grand scheme of it all.... Trent drops both world titles as his feet. He takes off the trenchcoat and hot pink hat. He takes off the Lillyass Title and puts it at his feet. Trent Steel - They mean nothing! You know how the world champion ideal came around kids? Well Uncle Trent has a history lesson for all you marks and smarks out there. They were made to make money. You honestly think some guy in Spain gives a rat's ass that because Jesse has a belt that he is the champion of the world in this federation? Do I care if that Canadian federation we all hate has a world champion? I mean hell they're can't be two world champions can they? That's like fucking retarded. But in every federation it's the same thing. There is one guy who is the “best” at what he does. Bullshit. I will dispute any man who wears one of these fucking things. First federation I was in I was booked five months after being there to face the world champion and I declined. I declined because it's bullshit. It's just a way to make money. Let me poll the fucking audience right now. Did you care that Jesse Williams versus Chris Green at Bloodbath was for the world title or did you guys just want to see them fuck each other up! Come on raise your hands. The audience members comply with a lot of people raising their hands for the fuck each other up part. Falcoon - What's he doing? Dunn - I have no idea, or care, but this isn't going to end well. Kissens - Where is the boss when you need him? Trent Steel - I thought so. Chris “God of all Bad Guy Wrestlers” Green versus Jesse “The Mexicunt!” Williams! That in of itself got you interested but in order to palicate someone's ego we have to make it a world title match. Now why is that? I mean honestly do you people watch OWF to see whose going to win what belt this week? No. Your here to see what crazy thing we're going to do next. The fucking matches tonight. Aint going to mean shit. Everyone is going to be talking about the fucking broadway bullshit I just pulled. Sorry losers. Go home. See ya next card. I just stole the fucking show! You know it's funny really. All three of these belts have something in common. I destroyed someone's legacy with them. Trent picks up the other federation's World Title. Trent Steel - For the maple syrup fucker right here I got into the most bloodiest feud I had gone through in my life. Cain Colossus. My brother-in-law now. Hell in a Cell. Japanese Death Match. We went nuts. I didn't win the belt with our last encounter for my “rematch” but I did something in the match I won it that to this day he's still pissed about...I made that bitch tap for the first time in his miserable fucking life! I made his ass quit! I broke the unbreakable! And after our deathmatch...I was taken out on a strecher. I “lost”. But I still won...because look whose still standing and look who ran off like a bitch. I'm still here. His ass...hell I don't even want to know what that little bitch is doing. All I know is this. No matter what you say. No matter what you do. I broke him...just like I'm about to break someone else. Dunn - ...And then when I was six I killed a dog...Blah Blah. Trent picks up the OWF World Title with his other hand. Trent Steel - Seraph. That OWF World Title was what he wanted after Aphy beat him for it. He was washing out with N4H. He knew he had to be the one to take it but then she bailed. Ohhh it was great when he heard the news of who he was facing when she ran like a bitch. Me. He and his boys thought it was smooth fucking sailing right? No...I proved who the real paper champion of OWF is. Not me kids. Nope. See I am not a one win wonder. I've had this shit before. But see it broke him. He's turned tail yet again. When are we going to see him again. When he can come back to get over the “disgrace” of losing to whoever he lost to last time. This means nothing to me. It never has. It never will. But to the guy whose holding it right now...it means everything because that's all he's got left. Trent puts the two titles back in their boxes. He picks up the Lillyass and smiles. Trent Steel - Now this is cute. MVW. Minor League Trash! Now for months we've had to endure Specter coming down here with this thing. MVW's legacy! Anyone who gets this belt is doomed to have their career destroyed as a dark mark on their “record”. Well let me ask you this pal...what do you do when you go up against someone who doesn't give a fuck about that shit? You lose. Oh wait you “won”! Ha! I called you out on your shit and now the only thing you can do is take it! I was proven right! I proved my point! This shit right here is the only way you can get attention because your a fucking piece of shit hackjob you reject from the ninety two gimmick locker. What the hell are you on seriously. You think anyone gives a damn about MVW? Hell the only reason it's getting attention is because of what I did to Nick. Nothing your doing. This is a mockery but then again so was your whole federation. Kind of like how this one is turning out. Something I intend to stop right fucking now! Dunn - This guy is worse than Chris Green ever was. I think I may fall asleep. Falcoon - You can't sleep! We're on live TV! Dunn - Wake me before the next match. Thanks dude. Trent turns right towards the tron. Trent Steel - That fucking logo is our legacy! That fucking emblem is what we are all about. Ten years this place has been run because of one man. DiK! Chase is doing a hell of a job with all the bullshit he has to put up with and I admit I fucking give him a lot of it. This place is what wrestling is going to be about for a very long time. It's MY fucking federation. The other night I made more of a impact than anyone has because I decided to end the legacy of a company that has a sort of shadow to it. Over every other fed in our “circle” MVW is considered the most controversial federation of it's time. It's time like Zack Perry's ability to walk without a cane has passed. I will not see this place turn into the Canuck Zone either! The other night two men's legacy was thrown out the window because of something that neither of them had a reason to fight for. Don't get me wrong Jesse is all about proving his ego because he knows without the belt he has no fucking future. He didn't need to defend it. Chris. God love ya man but we all knew this was going to be the last hurrah if you lost and even if you won it wouldn't have made a difference. That was a fight. Those two men beat the hell out of each other...for what? Trent holds up the Lillyass Title. Trent Steel - Leather, cheap metal, and a paycheck bump. That's all it is folks. World Champs get paid more. That's the truth but it isn't the best way to do business. Chris Green is going out now. He's gone. Never coming back. It's a shame really but it happens to all of us but don't worry Chris...I'm sending some more to meet you in the old rasslin retirement villa. They're names are as follows...Specter and Jesse Williams!Because I know your to stupid to realize I have you by the fucking balls in a blender Specter I'm going to go ahead and say it. You'll get your rematch. You'll get what you want to do. You'll get a battle for this title at our next PPV. Hell I'll make it interesting. If you want it...Any stipulation you want. Hell give me a MVW classic match if you want I don't care. Because I am going to prove to you that the only good thing that came out of MVW. The only thing of worth is Vacant! And honestly I don't even know if Zack is his genetic father because obviously the talent came from mom's genes! Your fucking dream died asshole. I'm not going to let you spoil ours because you can't get over the fact that you were a never was...not even a fucking has been. Now the question is you got the balls to face me again or are you just going to bitch out like the bitch you are! Falcoon - Trent Steel is going all out tonight, eh James? There is silence. Falcoon - JAMES! Dunn - HUH!....What is going...Where am...Oh..He's not done yet? Ugh. Kissens - You think with how he promo's he'd just be doing one liners. Dunn - I don't think, I'm wishing and praying that was the case. Trent Steel - That just leaves you Jesse. I'm adding your name to the list of lost legacy's soon enough. I know your itching to shut me up. I know me fucking with your old buddy really pissed you off. You'll find out I got more man. I know what you were doing. I know what you've “lost”. I know everything! Guess what Juvi! I'm going to take everything from you! I'm going to not only end your career Jesse! I'm going to end you! I'm going to obliterate your ass! Everyone you fucking care about is going to turn on you fucker. Everything you hold dear I will destroy by some way or another. That fucking belt you so cling to like it's your fucking dick is going around my waist! I will take away the only thing you have left...your legacy! After I am done with you. You won't even be able to sign a autograph, give a interview, or even show your face in public. But then you got to ask me...what do I have to lose. What can you take from me? My children? Go ahead. My soon to be ex wife? Go ahead. Fuck her. I'll even tell ya how she likes it done! My family! Go ahead! My harley! My titles! My trenchcoat! My shades! What! WHAT! WHAT CAN YOU TAKE FROM ME!!!! Nothing. Your going up against the one thing you can't fucking beat Jesse. No more sitting back and enjoying watching you sweat. Nah. I'm done with my fun with you. Now it's time to operate. Now it's time to break you like a fucking twig. All I got to do is wait for the opportune moment. Trent smiles as he starts to leave the ring. Trent Steel - Don't worry...I'll leave you a belt to hold your ego up with. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.... The camera focuses in on the Lillyass Title Trent is carrying over his shoulder. He turns to exit as the cameras cut back to the announcers booth. Jackie has her jaw open, while Gordie is looking over his notes and James is asleep on his hand with his elbow resting on the table. Falcoon - Well folks, yeah. Steel has some choice words for just about everyone. Kissens - I...I don't even know what to say, y'all. Falcoon - I think we lost James over there. Kissens - Let him rest, he had a hard time with that. Missy stands up at ringside with the microphone in her hand. Falcoon - Well it's time for the next match, we're going to be calling it as a duo it seems. Missy Janson - The next match is a Triple Threat Match scheduled for a one fall, with the first fall whether by pin or submission earning the competitor the win...Coming to the ring first, 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. Missy Janson - Out to the ring next, from Dayton, Ohio...T.J. Hansen! A generic rock song hits the speakers as T.J. struts out from the back. He has a wide smile on his face and ignores the fans who reach out trying to slap his hand. He rolls into the ring, and holds up his arms with a cocky smile. Missy Janson - And finally, the last competitor in this match...From San Antonio, Texas...Rockstar! "Rockstar" hits the Pa, Rockstar doesn't appear, a murmour goes through the crowd, then the build up to the chorus starts and suddenly. PA System - And we all just wanna be a big rockstar! Rockstar appears with a bunch of cash, and hands it over to people in the crowd. He then climbs into the ring, and starts warming up for his match. (Ding, Ding, Ding) Dunn - HUH! WHA! Oh. Hey. Zakk Simmons runs at Rockstar, but Rockstar takes him down with a huge swinging clothesline. T.J. Hansen runs up behind Rockstar and starts laying shin kicks into the back of his thighs. Rockstar turns around and begins a hard fist combination to the face of T.J. Hansen, backing him into the corner. Falcoon - Rockstar is taking control. Kissens - Go baby go! Simmons pulls himself up and attacks Rockstar from behind, knocking him down to his knees. T.J. Hansen steps out of the corner and joins in with Simmons as the two men pummel on the back of Rockstar. They both pick him up and press him back first up against the ropes, executing a double irish whip across the ring. T.J. and Simmons grasp hands as Rcokstar returns, looking for a double clothesline but Rockstar leaps into the air and takes both men out with a clothesline with both of his extended arms. Falcoon - Now he's in firm control of his two opponents. Dunn - They tried teaming up against him, but he was just too much to handle. Rockstar stands up and crouches down while T.J. Hansen pushes himself up. As he stands, Rockstar charges at him and takes him down with a vicious spear that nearly slices him into two pieces. Rockstar hops right up as Simmons comes towards him looking for an elbow strike. Rockstar is able to kick his foot up in time and catch Simmons in the gut. He tucks his head between his legs and Rockstar reaches down, grabbing him around the waist and lifting him up. He sits out nailing a piledriver and Rockstar quickly covers Zakk while the referee slides into place...1...2...3! Missy Janson - The winner of this match...Rockstar! Falcoon - Strong victory for Rockstar. Dunn - You know he's gay right? Kissens - Really? Shoot, y'all! Dunn - You could make him your boyfriend, Gordie. We cut feeds to a camera within the Team Moxie locker room. Moxie is seated on a sofa with her elbows on her knees, cradling her head in his hands. Her shoulders quiver as she whimpers quietly. The door opens quietly and Vacant steps in with a bundle of daisies in one hand. He tosses them over onto Moxie’s make-up counter and steps up behind her, seeming concerned. Vacant - Moxie, are you okay? Moxie Roxie - It’s.. it’s nothing. Just go. Vacant - It’s not nothing. You’re upset. And I want to help. I thought you’d be excited for our date. Moxie wails in despair. Moxie Roxie - It’s not fair. Everything is ruined. Vacant - That’s not true, Moxie. I defended the Network Title again. Specter has some cool ideas for what he wants us to do with it. And we’ll finally get our date. Moxie Roxie - It’s all ruined! Vacant - What is it, Moxie? Please, if there’s anything I can do to help. I don’t like seeing you like this. Moxie Roxie - Team Moxie is supposed to be about teamwork. All of us working together to give the world more Moxie. But Eclipse won’t even talk to me now. Vacant - She wasn’t actually a member of- Moxie Roxie - And we lost the tag team titles to that kung-fu ninja. Vacant - Well if you need a new partner- Moxie Roxie - And then Valtiel left us. He was a founding member of Team Moxie; I guess my leadership wasn’t good enough. At High Voltage everything was perfect for Team Moxie. Ever since then it seems like it’s all been going wrong. Vacant - It’s not your fault, Moxie. Moxie Roxie - I know that. It’s everybody else. But I’m supposed to be a leader; I should be able to help the rest of you overcome all of your shortcomings. My example hasn’t been enough, and I just don’t know what more guidance I can give. Vacant stands dumbfounded for a moment. Vacant - I beat Alexis Cage in the middle of the ring with Tickled Pink. That’s your finisher. How much more Moxie can I get? Moxie Roxie - For crying out loud, Vacant, it’s not always all about you. Have you even stopped to consider my feelings? Vacant - But.. I.. what the hell? Moxie Roxie - Nobody cares about Moxie and the millions of fans I bring to these arenas. I try to help out the new faces, allow them to use the Moxie brand name to help promote their careers, I give and give and give, and nobody appreciates it. It’s all complaining and quitting, just because the rest of you can measure up to the pink standard of Moxie greatness. Maybe this was a mistake. I shouldn’t be so selfless and concerned with everyone else. I should have known it would be too much pressure on the rest of you to call you Team Moxie; Moxie Roxie’s a one of a kind. Vacant - Don’t say that. I learned everything I know from Team Moxie. I don’t know where I’d be without you. You’re everything in the world to me. Moxie Roxie - There you go again, all about you. Why don’t you just quit too and get it over with. You don’t care about me or Team Moxie. It’s always about you. Your matches, your title, your date. You’re like a scratched CD stuck on repeat. Vacant - I do care, and I’ll eff-ing prove it. Moxie cracks a smile. Moxie Roxie - Did you just say Effing? Vacant - You just wait, Moxie. I’ll show Valtiel exactly what he threw away. I’ll show everyone. I’ve got a message for the entire world- Moxie Roxie deserves your absolute love and devotion. Moxie Roxie - You’re really going to beat up Valtiel? Vacant - Nobody breaks up with Team Moxie. Vacant rushes out of the Team Moxie locker room, as he does the camera feed switches to outside the door where Jesse Williams is walking in the direction of the oncoming Vacant. As the two pass, Vacant ignores Jesse as if he doesn't even see him. Williams turns and begins to walk next to him through the hallway. Jesse Williams - Nick! I've been meaning to catch up with you. Vacant - Not now Jesse, I have to go to the ring. Jesse Williams - It'll only take a second, It's about the Tag Tourna- Vacant stops in his tracks and glares at Jesse, who stops as well. Vacant - Not now. Jesse Williams - Alright, when you find some fucking time for me you let me know, pal. Jesse turns and leaves Vacant, who sighs, only to continue on down the hallway. Falcoon - Trouble is brewing with those two. Dunn - I won't want to be in Jesse's shoes when Vacant finds out he kissed his mom. Oh hell, who am I kidding? I'd die to be in his shoes. Kissens - We know. Falcoon - Well Jackie, I think you have something to take care of now. Kissens - Sure do. Wish me luck. Dunn - Break a leg! Jackie Kissens removes her headset and stands up from the announcers table. She walks around it, receiving a microphone from Missy Janson on her way towards the steel ring steps. Dunn - I really do hope she breaks her leg, though. She skips up the steps and into the ring as the cameras pan away to the crowd. It soons turn towards the stage. Red carpet paves the way from the entrance to the ring as Jackie Kissens stands center ring at a podium. The arena dims with floodlights illuminating just the ring. Jackie Kissens - And now, ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure to introduce to you the boy superstar who is redefining the next generation of the OWF. The young man who’s meteoric rise to success has lead him now to be the first to carry his own personal title. For the last time ever called by this name, I give you your OWF Network Champion- VAAACAAAAANT! “Bastard” by Ben Folds hammers out on piano over the PA system. The entrance platform flickers in reds and purples while savage scenes of brutality both by and against the kid champion flicker rapidly over the overhead screen. The curtains burst open with flourish and Vacant bounds through, tugging his ski mask down over his face with his left hand. He throws the Network Title belt above his head in his right hand, shaking it toward the crowd as the audience erupts. Scenes from Vacant’s program, MVW Addiction, begin showcasing his sickening taste in entertainment as he steps from the stage and begins making his way down the carpeted aisle. With a subtle ripple of the curtains, Specter steps onto the stage behind him, wearing a blue italian suit buttoned up over a black tshirt. Specter follows Vacant toward the ring while smiling smugly, marching up the ring steps while Vacant rolls in under the bottom rope. Kissens seems surprised at Specter’s presense, but Specter climbs onto the far turnbuckle pad and has a seat while Vacant approaches the podium. Jackie Kissens - Vacant, your journey to this point has been far from easy. Looking over the list of contenders you had to defend against, I see each of them also had a recent shot at Jesse Williams for the World Championship. You’ve been thrust into the ring against World Championship calibre talent, and yet you’ve risen to the ocassion. You met the challenges head on and powered your way through a crash course in wrestling. How do you feel about everything you’ve gone through that’s brought you to this point? Vacant - There were a lot of naysayers and a lot of doubt in the beginning. I was fortunate though. Through luck or fate or whatever you want to call it, I met somebody who believed I could be part of something bigger. It wasn’t easy, but I don’t think it was ever supposed to be. It’s a long hard road of blood and guts, painting this canvas red night after night, to add my little two cents to a legacy of true greatness. Specter drops from his seat on the turnbuckle, crossing the ring to stand beside Vacant. Unfastening his suit jacket, Specter showcases one of the original black shirts with the jagged red line MVW logo. Specter - When I first saw Vacant here, I thought to myself.. Damn I’m sexy. But I hear that from the ladies every day, so I wasn’t distracted by my greatness for long. Then the second time I saw Vacant here, I actually bothered paying attention to him, and I thought to myself.. now there’s a kid who could really do some damage. Jesse Williams stopped leaping off of cages and Trent Steel hasn’t lit anyone on fire in months. The rest of the OWF is all so scared somebody’s going to get hurt, but Vacant’s got that crazy, wreckless, stupid streak. He’s not afraid to get hurt, and he’s not afraid to hurt other people. Vacant would eat the head of a newborn baby just like an apple right in front of it’s mother if it’d somehow win matches. The kid is a wreaking machine. It’s in his blood. He was born for this, the next generation of violence. Vacant shrugs his jacket off his shoulders, turning his back toward the crowd. A capital letter M is tattooed on the back of his left shoulderblade in block font. Specter applauds enthusiastically. Vacant - There is only one brand that represents the greatness I see for the future of my company. While the OWF goes soft and weak, the future is gritty and powerful and completely unrelenting. I didn’t make it, I don’t own it, but I’m going to do everything I can to hold our banner with pride. I give you all, for the first time ever, the “I Heart Moxie” Title. Specter’s jaw drops. His eyes go wide momentarily, then narrow to slits as he turns as glares daggers into Vacant. Vacant - The “I Heart Moxie” Title gives each and every one of us the chance to show our love for Moxie Roxie, the future of the OWF. And in consideration of not only her unparalleled wrestling abilities and beauty, but also her incredable gift for music, every challenger for the “I Heart Moxie” Title will have their entrance music reassigned to something of the champion's choosing for the title match. Specter - What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Specter screams at Vacant, not bothering with a microphone. Vacant turns to Specter, surprised at the snapping outburst of anger. Specter slams a right hand to Vacant’s jaw, knocking Vacant off his feet. Specter steps forward, standing over the downed Vacant, breathing heavy, veins bulging on either side of his temples. Specter - I should have known better than to put any shread of hope in a stupid fuckwit like you. Well fuck you. I don’t even need you for the ressurection now. I’ve got Zack Perry in my pocket. You haven’t even begun to understand violence, fucker . MVW will live again, with or without you, and I swear, you fucking nobody, we will grind you to dust and build an empire on your bones. Specter turns and leaves ringside to a loud spattering of boos. Falcoon - That was absolutely uncalled for. Dunn - I know! What a stupid name for a belt! Falcoon - Ugh, time for a quick commercial break folks. We'll be right back.
ONE MATCH ALREADY CONFIRMED!
The cameras fade back to the announcers booth, with Kissens back at her position along side Dunn and Falcoon. Falcoon - We're back. Jackie, what a fiasco that turned into, eh? Kissens - You're telling me? I thought that would be my big break. Dunn - Instead the only break was in Vacant's jaw. Falcoon - Well it's for certain that Specter has a gripe with Vacant. Missy Janson stands up with a microphone in her hand and the camera pans over to her as she stands next to the ring announcers table. Kissens - And Steel has a vendetta against Specter. Dunn - Also against Williams who hates Trent back. Falcoon - And who kissed Vacant's mom. Kissens - And all the while, Vacant has despised Trent. Dunn - I think we're in for some bloodshed. Falcoon - Let's go to Missy. Missy Janson - The next matchup is scheduled for a one fall...Coming to the ring first from Atlanta, Georgia...Raven Talon! "Falling Away From me" by Korn plays as the crowd reacts to him as he stand up from back in the crowd. He then walks through the crowd Their is a mixed response as he stands looking over the ring barrier for a split second before hopping the rail. As he steps forward he is followed by Mikey "The Shark" Austin who has with him his "M-TV" camera in hand. Raven Talon then steps out looking at the site of the crowd that was once Wrestlings Fanbase and is now what is just considered Wrestling Fans. He nods his head as you notice his video package showing highlights of his previous Hardcore happenings in matter of of the ring since he can not air other federations clips. He heads down to the ring and inside as he then heads over and waits in the corner for his opponent. Mikey is wandering around the ring apron as they get set for action. Missy Janson - And his opponent, from East Brunswick, New Jersey...Skotty Surph! "Finnigan Froth" by Mephiskapheles hits as the arena goes dark. After 9 seconds sparks shoot up on either side of the entrance and Skotty Surph is shaking his arms, then throws them in the air with his pointer fingers extended. He then runs down the ramp and dives into the ring. After jumping to his feet he circles once again holding up the number one with his arms. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Raven Talon runs at Skotty Surph, but he is taken down by a sharp dropkick to the face. Talon hops right up but he is taken down with an arm drag by Surph. Both men hop right up with Skotty getting in a hard right hand to the face of Raven Talon, but Talon fights right back with a even harder right to the jaw of Surph. Skotty stumbles up against the ropes but quickly bounces back with a hard swinging elbow, but Talon ducks and in one quick movement lifts Skotty up and drops him onto the back of his head with a back drop. Falcoon - Raven Talon looks strong in his official debut. Dunn - Don't count out Skotty Surph yet. Raven Talon pushes himself up and drags Surph to his knees, but Skotty fights back with short jabs and uppercuts to the stomach. Raven Talon bends over and Skotty stands up, grabbing him in a front face lock and swinging out nailing a swinging neckbreaker. Both men lay stunned on the mat, clawing at the canvas as they pull themselves up. Surph nails the first strike as they stand which is a hard toe kick to the stomach. Talon fights back with a kick of his own which catches Skotty flat in the sternum and knocks the wind from his lungs. Raven quickly follows up with a short forearm which staggers Skotty, followed by an overhead release belly to belly suplex. Kissens - Again, Talon is on the offensive. Dunn - And once again, I'm confident in Skotty Surph. While Skotty lays on his back, Raven Talon wastes no time in turning around and laying a few stomps right into Skotty's chest. Surph lays helpless with his arms up trying to deflect the boot of Talon, but it proves to be no use. Once Talon has a clear advantage over Surph, he bends over and irish whips him into the ropes. He bounces back and Talon extends his arm for a clothesline. Skotty hooks that extended arm and floats around the back of Raven Talon, grabbing him in a front face lock. He tosses Talon's arm over his head and lifts him up for a vertical suplex, but Raven Talon is able to float over and land on his feet behind Surph. Out of nowhere Raven Talon rolls up Skotty with a school boy into a pinning situation while the referee drops to his knees to make the count. Falcoon - This could be it! 1...2...kickout by Surph. The fans cheer loudly with Skotty's refusal to give up while Talon becomes more and more frustrated. He bends down while still on his knees and grabs two handfuls of Skotty's hair. Raven Talon pushes himself up to his feet, dragging Surph up to his feet with him by his hair. Skotty Surph is able to break free from the grasp of Raven Talon as he stands and immediately takes him down with a hard charging clothesline that sends both men down with Raven Talon hitting the mat on his back, and Skotty Surph falls down to the canvas on his chest. Kissens - Both men are down. Dunn - Come on Skotty, get up. Falcoon - You're behind this guy, aren't you? Dunn - I just like his name. Let's go Surph! Skotty begins pushing himself up using the face of his palms in a push up position to get up to his knees. Meanwhile, Raven Talon has pulled himself up to a sitting position as he checks his lip for blood following the clothesline from Surph. Both men take about the same amount of time getting to their feet, with Skotty Surph standing up just a few seconds before Raven Talon. The two men lock eyes and immediately turn back to a striking battle. Rights and lefts are exchanged by both competitors with neither man getting a decisive advantage over the other. After a few moments of the intense battle, Talon gains the upper hand and is able to irish whip Skotty across the ring. Skotty Surph crashes back first into the corner with such force that he stumbles back out of it. Talon, meanwhile, after throwing Surph charges right at him with his right arm extended looking for a clothesline. Surph stumbles out and again is able to hook the arm of Talon and swing himself around the back of Raven Talon and into a front face lock which Skotty quickly turns into a DDT. Dunn - See, Skotty's got it! Surph pulls himself up immediately after delivering the high impact move and in one motion he leaps up to the top rope facing the crowd. He backflips off the top, executing a flawless Moonsault across the chest of Raven Talon. Skotty Surph remains on top of him and hooks the leg of Talon while the referee slides in to make the count...1...2...3! Missy Janson - The winner of this bout...Skotty Surph! Skotty has his hand raised and then quickly leaves the ring, heading up the ramp. Talon rolls out of the ring and heads back over the guardrail into the crowd, taking his seat amongst the fans as if he has not a care in the world. Falcoon - Great win for Skotty, but that Raven Talon guy is weird. Kissens - Y'all could say that again. Dunn - Definitely. But, at least I didn't say I told you so. Kissens - You kinda just did. Dunn - Oh yeah, well in that case -- I told you fuckers so! Falcoon - Well, I guess now is the best time to say this. Both Thug 1 and Thug 2 were severely injured throughout the course of the night at Blood Bath and they are going to be out of action for an indefinite amount of time. Also, Greg Jackson and Eclipse have been let go from their Active Contracts and put into the Inactive Category. Kissens - I'll miss Greggy. Dunn - But the inactivity contract means they could come back. Falcoon - And I'm sure all four will come back harder than ever. Missy Janson stands up at ringside, grabbing a microphone off the time keepers table, and heads for the steel stairs. Dunn - Well guys, looks like we're moving right on to the Main Event. Kissens - Should be a good one. Falcoon - It's in X-T's playground, though. Missy makes her way up onto the apron and she steps through the ropes into the ring. Kissens - Well, lets send it to Missy for the Main Event. Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the Main Event of the Evening. It is scheduled for a one fall and it is a PDA Rules Match! The fans cheer loudly. Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada...X-Terminator! PA System - California love! The lights fade and the crowd roars. Two narrow lights are shown glicening towards the front entrance. A large Explosion hits the top of the ramp leaving behind a large pool of smoke. As the smoke begins to dicapate, we see a shadow emerge from within. PA System - California...knows how to
party Out from the smoke steps X-Terminator, looking very much in shape for his age. He slowly walks down the ramp, in one hand, a singapore cane, in the other, a steel chair. Draped around his waist is the recently retired PDA Championship that he won last. The crowd all reach out for any sort of appreciation from the former legend. He reaches out and smacks the hands of all the fans nearbye with a large smile across his face. He stops at the top of the ring and stares towards his home away from home. X-T reaches under the ring before entering and pulls out a large blue cooler. He places it on the outside and opens the cooler. He pulls out a fresh cold beer and cracks it in front of the crowd awaiting for the match to commence. With one rather large swig, the beer is guzzled and he slides back into the ring. He pulls out a microphone from his back pocket. X-Terminator - Hello OWF! And how fitting it is to be in the home that XT BUILT! Cheers echo throughout the stadium. XT chants unite, they are deafening. X-Terminator - Thank you. First and foremost I would like to thank all of you, and everyone who has stood by me during my time of need. And secondly, I would like to thank...YOU, the fans yet again for being so fucking awesome to the OWF! A cheap pop prompts another standing ovation for X-Terminator. A damn near minute goes by before the chants die down once more. X-Terminator - Now I can come out here and talk about the rough time I have had out of wrestling. I can talk about my near death experience due to an overdose. We can sit here and talk about how I have been designated a BABYSITTER named Justin Zane. A mixed reaction comes from the crowd. X-Terminator - But I’m here, standing like an idiot with a microphone, to say one fucking thing. Or well, perhaps a visual image is required. XT slowly reaches down to his waist and begins to unstrap the PDA Title. He hesitantly raises it in his right arm as the crowd once more explodes in cheer. A sadistic smile comes across X-Terminator face. X-Terminator - This title is mine. I earned it and you all witnessed that fact. Was there even any doubt? Let’s just say I patented the word XTREME. And tonight, I will show you all why this will forever be my title, and why I proved just that. XT jumps to the outside of the ring and begins rummaging underneath. He then begins throwing weapons from under the ring. A chair, a table, two kendo sticks, a garbage can amongst other weapons begin flying from underneath the ring as XT crawls back out. He grabs a kendo stick and raises it in a defence position. X-Terminator - So Valtiel, get your ass out here son. I promise you that it will only hurt a little bit, it’s more fun than anything. But wait, I love pain...Come OUT HERE VALTIEL! Valtiel’s music hits the P.A, but is quickly interrupted by a man on the ramp. Justin Zane - Cut the music, cut the music. Nice build up old man, but you are going to have to realize sooner or later, that you can’t do anything without me in this federation. Rule number 24 clearly states no in ring interviews and or performances without my direct supervision. See that, DIRECT SUPERVISION dummy.. The crowd silences not knowing what to expect from Zane. Justin Zane - But I can’t place all the blame on you, I was busy in the back talking to many different people. I have come up with the perfect way to earn your respect. Justin Zane begins walking down the ramp towards the ring. Justin Zane - Because we all know I am your biggest fan. We also know that you’re a fighting champion. He walks to the nearest corner of the ring and hands a card to Missy Janson. She looks at him confused but Justin gives her a pouty face. Justin Zane - I don’t really condone female violence, but this is necessary. I am doing this for your own good XT. I am doing this so that you can re-launch your destiny for greatness. Come on Missy please? Missy Janson - This...this.. Justin Zane - I got approval Missy just do it. Just read what's on the card. Missy Janson - All right. The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the OWF Public Display of Aggression Championship! Introducing the challenger...Valtiel! The lights of the arena go black. The sound of a classical piano begins to play a slow, dark piece. Ice blue lights begin to slowly light the stage as demonic growling and roaring fades in and out. As time passes, fog begins to creep from entrance and down the rampway. Suddenly, "Godhead's Lament" by Opeth begins to envelope the arena. Marauder! Then Valtiel walks through the fog. He stands still on the stage. His eyes scope out the cheering fans; a smile forms on his face as he begins walking down the ramp. I hide the scars from my past He stares straight ahead as he nears the ring. Then, he stops before it, inhales the fog, then continues. Sly smile, poisoned glare smile Adoring what has never been Valtiel grabs the top rope and hoists himself into the ring with one leap. He walks the center, raises a open hand and sparks begin to rain around the ring. He then lowers his head. His dreadlocks cover his face. He stands motionless. Searching my way to perplexion Though I could not leave this place Valtiel leans back and exhales a large cloud of smoke above the ring. He begins walking about the ring until everything becomes normal. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Both men approach each other cautiously before locking up in the middle of the ring. X-Terminator gets the advantage and takes Valtiel down with a leg sweep followed by an elbow drop across his chest. While still on the mat, X-T rolls out of the ring and reaches under one of the apron skirts. From there he pulls out a garbage can full of weapons and tosses them into the ring next to Valtiel who is pushing himself up. As he stands he reaches down and grabs a singapore cane from the garbage can and waits for X-T to get back into the ring. When he does, Valtiel swings for the fences with the kendo stick but X-Terminator ducks under it. As he ducks he reaches along the mat and grabs a baseball bat from the garbage can. He turns around and obliterates Valtiel right across the right side of his face with the bat with enough force that the baseball bat breaks upon contact. Falcoon - Ouch. That's going to leave a mark. Valtiel crashes to the mat in a heap while X-T drops the broken bat to the canvas. He reaches down, picking up the garbage can and dumping its contents into the ring. He keeps the garbage can in his hands and lifts it to the sky, tossing it down across the back of Valtiel while he lays motionless on the mat. Dunn - X-T is here to prove a point. Kissens - And it's a point well taken. X-T then reaches down, grabbing the kendo stick that Valtiel attempted to use earlier. He begins to lay into Valtiel right across his back with the stick. Valtiel is unable to defend himself and X-Terminator quickly lifts him up and locks him in a front facelock. He frontflips forward and nails a flying somersault DDT onto the trash can. He quickly covers Valtiel... Kissens - X Marks The Spot onto that steel garbage can! The referee slides into place...1...2...3! Missy Janson - The winner of this match...X-Terminator! Justin rushes to the ring with a microphone with the PDA title and helps his man, X-T up. Justin Zane - Ladies and gentlemen...the winner...and STILL The OWF PDA Champion...X-TERMINATOR!!!! The crowd gives off a mixed reaction. Justin shakes his head as he looks around. Justin Zane - You people! Come on! I've heard you guys put up more of an effort when James Caine was fired last time...GIVE IT UP FOR YOU PDA CHAMPION!!!! The crowd cheers louder but Justin still looks upset. Justin Zane - Oh what the hell man...Oh wait I know. It's the end of the show. The title didn't change hands. There wasn't any really good matches on this card save for this one...Oh I know what you want? You want controversy. You want the shocker ending...well I got it for you. Hey X-T! You feel good about retaining your title? X-Terminator - Hell yeah! Justin Zane - Good! Because you know what I think you can be...get this...a double champion! I think you my friend have what it takes to go after yet another not well known division in OWF. X-T I think you need to enter the tag team tourney! X-Terminator - What? Justin Zane - Why not? Your the baddest of the bad right? Your THE hardcore wrestler in OWF right? And don't worry about your partner I got that lined up. You wanted controversy folks well then your gonna love this...Say hello to my other client... Falcoon - Who the hell would team up with X-T? Dunn - I can only think of three people and I know CK is out on a bender so that just leaves two. “No More Sorrow” by Linken Park starts to play as Trent Steel, Your Lillyass Champion, walks out onto the stage. The fans go nuts as X-T looks at Justin like he has lost his mind Trent smirks as he holds up his Lillyass title up in the air. The crowd although usually against Steel is cheering this announcement. Justin Zane walks over to Valtiel who is just now starting to get up. Justin Zane - You need some representation son? Valtiel looks at Justin as X-T and Trent Steel stare down each other. Falcoon - A true unholy alliance just happened folks. Dunn - Two of our most extreme and psychotic wrestlers are teaming up under the management of Justin Zane. This is pure madness! As the main event fades out and the telecast fades, we cut to the backstage area. A majority of the wrestlers are still in the arena, but most of them are in the process of packing up. Two men, though, get a jump on them all as they head towards the parking garage with their backs to the camera. The taller individual has his bag slung over his right shoulder, and the shorter of the two is holding a smaller bag. The shorter man breaks the silence, and reveals their identities to the crowd. Justin Zane - Shit, I better check up on X-T. I'll meet you in the garage? Trent Steel - Whatever, hurry up. Zane dashes off screen to the right while Steel continues on his path out of the arena. He walks out of the open gate and into the empty parking garage. Once he enters, his legs are sweeped out from under him and his head smacks the cold concrete with a sick thud. Trent lays dazed on the ground looking up trying to identify his attacker. The figure kneels down next to him, exposing himself to be Jesse Williams. A puddle of blood starts to form on the concrete where Steel's head is laying while he remains too hazy to push himself up. Williams smiles and lifts his right hand, containing a cigarette between his index and middle fingers, and taking a drag from the cigarette. He exhales the smoke into the air before looking back down at Steel. Jesse Williams - You know Steel, I'm getting really tired of you and your antics. I saw what you did at the PPV to Specter, and your outlandish attacks are obsurd. Look at how simple it was for me to immobilze you. Jesse chuckles slightly. Jesse Williams - Anyways...Besides seeing what you did at Blood Bath, I heard what you had to say, as well, and you said you're coming after me. Jesse grabs Steel by the back of his bloody head with his left hand, lifting him face to face with Jesse. Jesse Williams - Well I say that's a good thing for you because I'm set on coming after you. Jesse slams Trent's head back down to the concrete. Jesse Williams - I know I have Slayer at Drift and Die, but I'm going to put out a challenge to you. Williams takes another drag of his cigarette, this time blowing it right into the face of Trent Steel who coughs loudly. Jesse slowly stands up, glancing down at the fallen Trent Steel. Jesse Williams - Anytime you want. Anywhere you want. Any match type you want. My belt on the line or not, I don't give a shit. I'll tear you down for the third time and maybe by then it will get through your thick fucking skull that you don't stand a chance when you get into the ring with me. I'm looking forward to your response, Trenty. I surely do hope it's a yes. Jesse flicks his lit cigarette onto the chest of Trent Steel who lays unconscious in the garage. EMT's rush to his side as Jesse steps away slowly. The cameras fade to black on a bloody Trent Steel to end the show. |
