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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 at Holiday Bash, and recent Addictions. You're right, I get it Do you want enough? As the vocals fade out, the logo of the OWF is fixated on the screen before fading out to black.
The cameras fade in from black to the sold-out Coleman Coliseum on the Campus of the University of Alabama -- which is rocking to "I Get It" by Chevelle while a video package plays on the OWF Tron. A stream of red and white pyrotechnics shoot up all along the stage, exploding in the rafters of the darkened arena and drowning out the already hummed cheers of the mostly-college based fans. A few last shots of fireworks blast from around the OWF Tron before the house lights as raised on the Arena. The music and video package continue with the fans now being heard loud and clear -- not only throughout the arena, but through each and every television set tuned to the OWF Network. The cameras pan around ringside, catching a snapshot of the fans in the front row -- who all scream their heads off when the lense focuses in on them. The music fades out and a resonating chant of "O-W-F! O-W-F!" can be heard being grunted throughout the crowd. The feed cuts to a wide shot of the arena, before cutting to ringside to a view of the ring announcers table. We see Gordie Falcoon, Jackie Kissens and a very pale James Dunn sitting behind the table. They begin the telecast shouting into their headsets to be heard over the ravenous crowd. Falcoon - AAAAHHHHHOOOO!! Kissens - I love this time of year! Paaaarty! Dunn - I am so hammered. Falcoon - And I am Gordie Falcoon -- Welcome to Monday Addiction! We are coming to you Live from the Campus of the University of Alabama. Kissens - We're in Crimson Tide Country, y'all! Falcoon - And this festive evening is surely only to get better as we hold our first event since Funeral of Hearts. Dunn - You guys take the intro, I don't even know where I am. Falcoon - Alright James, lean back. Kissens - Anyways, what an event Funeral of Hearts was. We saw so many competitors bleeding the OWF colors. Dunn - Which is crimson red! Falcoon - And black. Dunn - ... How do you bleed black? Am I bleeding black?! Kissens - James, lay your head down sweetie. Dunn - I'm going to vomit. James puts his head down under the announcers table. Falcoon - A lot of damaged was suffered just over two weeks ago, with many competitors so banged up they aren't even here tonight. Kissens - That's the price you pay in those high stake matches. Falcoon - We had a handful of people take big falls, names like Vernon Somoza, Dude JoB and Spaz -- who probably took the worst of them all. Kissens - For those who didn't see it, Spaz fell from the top ring to the mat with NO protective padding. As Specter won the match Spaz was laying lifeless on the ground. Falcoon - I have seen some crazy stuff in my time but seeing him fall to certain death was just plain insanity. Spaz is going to be with... Falcoon is interuppted by the theme music of Spaz. Spaz is wheeled out to the ring by security as he smokes what looks to be a joint. At ring side Spaz is helped into the ring and soon the wheelchair follows. He is then placed back into the chair and is handed a mic as the crowd erupts into cheers. Falcoon - I am actually surprised that he's still alive. I mean he had to have fallen at least 18 feet. Kissens - I have never heard the crowd chant for someone in this capacity. Spaz is being cheered for for his efff.... Spaz - SHUT THE FUCK UP! The crowd erupts into boos. Spaz - You OWF fans disgust me. As I fell to the concrete bellow I heard you bastards cheer as I dropped to certain death. Nobody remained silent and you probably didn't even wonder if I was going to live. I would like to call out the man that put me in this fucking chair... Plague get your ass out here, I don't the bullshit of watching your entrance so get the hell out here now. Plague makes his way from the back and heads down to the ring. He then slides in and goes for a mic. Plague - Spaz, you and I obviously don't get along. But when you went to the concrete bellow I felt remorse. I didn't intend for you to get kicked out of the ring. But you have to admit you had it coming. Spaz - Plague when I asked you to come down here it wasn't to get a fucking apology. I called you out because I hate you. Plague you have been a thorn in my side since you turned on me. It is time to put it to a stop and end this rivalry that is going on between us. Plague - Well why wait until Campus Chaos and Mardi Brawls? I'm here right now. The fans cheer, but Spaz points down to his wheelchair. Spaz - As you can see, I am in no condition to go right now. Plague - Well, when you get out of your crippled state -- give me a call. Plague turns his back to leave the ring and Spaz rises to his feet. Spaz takes the Wheel Chair and hurls it at the unsuspecting Plague. Plague crashes to the mat and Spaz walks over to him and continues to stop on the fallen superstar. Spaz exits the ring and grabs the ring bell from ringside. Plague is now slowly rising to his feet as Spaz enters the ring, he then waits methodically as Plague turns around and then Rushes at Plague nailing him between the eyes with the bell busting Plague open. Falcoon - What a disgusting act. Spaz has just shown that he means business with that attack on his former friend, Kissens - One moment the guy is being cheered and the next moment he's being booed out of the building. This New Spaz that we're seeing is insane. The fans boo as Spaz lays the ringbell over the head of Plague. He back peddles into the nearest corner and hops up to the second rope. Kissens - Oh come on. Falcoon - Don't do it Spaz! Before Spaz can jump, Jesse Williams comes charging down the ramp to an awkward silence. Spaz launches himself over the top rope as Jesse steps towards him, avoiding a conflict. Spaz quickly makes his way up the ramp, while Plague slowly pulls himself together in the ring. Falcoon - Williams makes the save! Kissens - Why of all people him? Jesse turns to Plague and slowly helps him up off the mat, standing him up. Falcoon - I guess he has respect for Plag- Just then, Williams boots Plague right in the midsection and hooks him up for a suplex. With ease he hoists him straight into the air and turns him so Plague now faces him while being held in the vertical suplex. Jesse sits out and drops Plague to the right of his legs, right onto the back of his head and neck. Falcoon - Nevermind. Kissens - He just came out here to deliver a J-Dubz Driver to Plague. Kissens - Yeah, that's all. Plague lays unconscious in the ring as Jesse receives a smattering of boo's. He grabs one of the microphones off of the mat and stands over Plague, not even breaking a sweat. Jesse Williams - You are a stupid, stupid, stupid fuck Plague. Jesse begins pacing back and forth next to Plague as he starts to roll himself out of the ring. Jesse Williams - You came out here and you ran your mouth about this, and that- and you tried to get yourself over on my name. You want a shot at the top guy, just like every mother fucker who is sitting backstage right now. Only difference is, you came to the ring and made it a point to drop my name as if you were on the cusp of receiving a title shot. The fans drop silent, with Jesse raving on. Jesse Williams - And look at you now. That was about fifteen seconds in the ring with me, and what happened to you? But still, you want a title shot Plague? You want to be the man? Do you fans want to see Plague get what he thinks he deserves? The fans cheer in the hopes that Plague may get his wish. He has already been wisked away backstage by the medical staff. Jesse Williams - Well you know what? You can all go straight to hell, with Plague leading you all there. Prove you can last in the ring against the likes of Spaz and the other locker room failures and maybe I'll pay you a bit more attention. Until that time, this is the treatment you will receive whenever you stick your nose into my business. Jesse spits a wad of saliva down onto the mat, then sets himself off into a slow pace. Jesse Williams - Now, I came out here first to put Plague in his place- because first and foremost I already have someone to deal with by the name of The Phoenix. The crowd cheers the mention of the PDA Champion's name. Jesse Williams - Yeah, so, I have less than two weeks to prepare for another defense. This one being number eleven. But, this one is different. He's an outsider, and you all embrace him. He is what I used to be, but you just haven't turned on him yet. Williams smirks, continuing to pace around in the ring. Jesse Williams - No matter. I'm sure you'll all grow bored of him the second I beat him- just as you grew bored of the ten past challengers to my title. The hype may be different, but the result stays the same. Winner and STILL OWF World Heavyweight Champion- Jesse Willi- The Phoenix - Hold up one second, Jesse. The sold-out crowd rises to their feet to catch a glimpse of The Phoenix on the ramp. The Phoenix - You see, you can go on and on and on until you bore most of the audience into a stupor about what you're going to intend to do with me. Frankly, that doesn't impress me, either. What matters is that for one part of your speech, you're right. Technically, I AM an outsider to OWF. However, I do not think any mere ousider could have won an OWF title and held on to it for almost five months to the day. Thus becoming the longest reigning PDA Champion in the history of the belt. The crowd again cheers at this, with a "PDA! PDA!" chant quickly following. Phoenix waits for a few moments to let it subside before continuing. The Phoenix - Now, knowing you half as well as I think I do, you'll merely say that I "defended this title against less than superior opposition." You're welcome to think that, Jesse, but last time I looked, I had defeated not one, but two former OWF PDA Champions, one of whom was a former OWF Heavyweight Champion. So don't think for one second that you can sleep on me like you could with some of your defenses in the past, Jesse. The crowd seems to settle in, waiting for Phoenix to continue as the PDA Champion begins to pace at the top of the ramp, finally getting warmed up. The Phoenix - Now, I could be a true bastard and come up with a stipulation that would tilt the field in my favor--Pure Rules or the Legacy Rules from NLW, for instance. However, that's not who I am. I like to think of myself as a man of the people-- Phoenix is interrupted at this point as the crowd begins to chant his name. In the ring, Jesse Williams wears a look of pure boredom on his face, almost as if he is asking if this waste of time is over yet. The Phoenix - --and personally, it has been too long since I've had a title match with just normal stipulations. So Jesse, here's what I am proposing. No Legacy Rules, no PDA rules, no gimmick matches, nothing special at all. A straight-up match, one-on-one. Let's see who the better man is at Campus Chaos. Hell, I'll even agree to a contract signing if you think I'm not going to be a man of my word. So, ball's in your court, champ. What do you say? Williams stares out into the crowd, slowly turning his head back to The Phoenix. Jesse Williams - Oh you're done? The Phoenix stares at Jesse, looking rather unimpressed. Jesse Williams - In that case, lets set the record straight. If you knew me half as good as you think you do, you'd turn your ass around right now and head for the nearest Airport. And if I slept on my opposition prior to you, and got this far still being Champion- what does that say for when I'm looking to tear you into decent size pieces that will make for easy disposal? Jesse shakes his head. Jesse Williams - Truth is, you could be a bastard. I have no problem with it. We all know that you can only play to these manipulative little fuckers for so long, so if you snap now it's probably for the best. So please, book your Pure or Legacy Rules. I'll adopt whatever stipulations are going to be left at my feet for me to follow, and I'll work through it. That's what being a Champion is all about. Something you'd know nothing about. The fans boo at the cheap shot from Jesse. Jesse Williams - So, here's the ball- I'm passing it back to your side of the court. Next week, we'll sign the paperwork necessary to get this into motion. You come up with whatever stipulations you'd like, and I'll bring the belt and my best- as I always do. You bring whatever you have left when this night is over- if there's anything. The Phoenix simply smirks, almost looking like another former OWF Champion as he stares down the man holding the belt. The Phoenix - I run from no man. Bring your best, I beg of you. It'll just be that much sweeter when I make your ass tap out like the bitch you have become. And with that, Phoenix drops the microphone and stares daggers at Jesse before exiting backstage. Falcoon - Phoenix has made it clear that he is focused on Jesse. Kissens - Williams didn't back down though. Falcoon - He never does. Kissens - Neither does The Phoenix. It should be interesting when these two forces collide at Campus Chaos. Dunn - Ugh, I have a headache. Falcoon - James, you with us? Dunn - Unfortunately. We need a janitor out here, or a mop or somethi-- Wait, what the hell are Phoenix and Jesse doing here? Where's Plague and Spaz? Kissens - We'll fill you in later. Jesse looks absolutely furious that The Phoenix got the last word, and exits the ring with haste. He trots up the ramp, jawing with the fans who are yelling obscenities at him as he looks to head to the back. Kissens - But Gordie, interesting isn't the word for when these two lock up. Falcoon - Especially if The Phoenix makes this a submission match. Dunn - I don't think I've seen Williams win one match with a submission. Falcoon - Maybe one. But that's it -- and it wasn't any time recently. Kissens - Distinct disadvantage when going against the much larger Phoenix. Williams disappears through the entrance way after reaching the stage. We cut back to the announcers booth -- where we see Missy Janson stand up from her seat at the time keepers table with a microphone in her right hand. Falcoon - One thing is for certain -- that was one hell of a way to kick off Addiction! Dunn - Two things, actually. That, and now we're set to start the actual card. The camera pans to the right to follow Missy as she approaches the steel ring steps in the corner nearest to her. Kissens - We get to see Piter Svoboda once again! Dunn - Oh goody! Falcoon - I wonder what condition his thumb is in. Dunn - Broken. That's the condition. EJ made sure of it. Missy reaches the steps and quickly hops up to the top, making her way onto the ring apron. She steps through the ring ropes and enters the ring, with her eyes set on the absolute center of the mat. Falcoon - We don't need to bicker over it. Let just send it to Missy so we can see for ourselves. Missy Janson positions herself in the middle of the ring, with a few hundred fans rushing back to their seats the second she begins her announcements. Missy Janson - Hello University of Alabama, and welcome to OWF MONDAY ADDICTION!! The mostly collegiate crowd roars, with a mixture of drunken chants breaking out. Missy Janson - It is time for the first match of the night -- and it is scheduled for a one-fall with a thirty minute time limit. Missy pauses for a moment. Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, From San Antonio, Texas... Thunder! The camera fades into a scene of the crowd going wild. All of a sudden the lights dim down as a Lightning bolt hits the stage with tremendous force. Lighting up half the arena. As it fades smoke takes over the ramp. The lights go from pitch black to flashing red, and blue lights. PA System - AMERICA!!! WE LOVE YOU!! As the smoke begins to clear you see a shadowy figure appear. Thunder walks out from behind the clouds and raises his hand in the air. He continues down the ramp sneering at the fans. Reaching the end of the ramp rolls into the ring and stands up. Dunn - He won that Sensational Six-Way at Funeral of Hearts. Kissens - This match will be a lot more difficult, y'all. Falcoon - Will it? Kissens - Piter is small and will be able to elude Thunder for a bit. Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Boston, Massachusetts... Piter Svoboda! No boos, no applause or cheers, just confused murmuring. PA System - Svoboda is here to get it on... So rock on, brothers, rock on. A solitary voice can be faintly heard trying to get an "M-V-Dub!" chant going as the beat kicks in and the Bloodhound Gang begins rapping. Ashes to ashes No rhyme The determined chanter stops as the curtain jerks aside and Piter Svoboda steps into view, decked out in winter casual a la New England and looking like he hasn't slept in at least a couple years. His left hand is in a white cast, stained with dirt and grime. He begins to slowly amble down to the ring, apparently too lost in his own head to notice the apathetic crowd or the mortified commentary team. Svoboda drags himself under the bottom rope and into the ring, with his music slowly fading out. He backs off into his corner as Missy quickly exits the ring. Dunn - Well he looks like shit as usual. Kissens - Plus he has that broken left thumb. Falcoon - The newcomer could make a big splash here with a weakened Piter. Kissens - Unless that cast comes into play, y'all! The referee calls for the bell and the match starts. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Thunder calmly walks out of his corner and heads right for Piter, who circles out of his position near the turnbuckle and to his left. He holds his left hand back near his chest, and keeps his right arm fully extended in front of him. Thunder keeps on closing the gap between the two men, while Svoboda does his best to keep from being backed into a corner or against the ropes. He is lunged at by Thunder, and narrowly ducks into the center of the ring. Piter swings himself around and begins to lay the hardest shin kicks he can muster up into the thigh and knee of Thunder's right leg -- trying to bring him down before he has the chance to turn around and face Piter. Although hobbled, Thunder is able to spin and grab a hold of Svoboda -- pushing him backwards towards ropes on the otherside of the ring. Thunder stands tall and watches Piter bounce off of the ropes, and be sent stumbling back towards the center of the ring. He walks right towards Thunder who lays him out with a hard open hand chop across the chest -- dropping Piter flat to his back. Falcoon - Poor Piter looks so beat up. Dunn - It's his choice to be here. He wanted to be booked. Kissens - And he's going up against the winner of the Sensational Six-Way at Funeral of Hearts, Dunn - I said that already! Kissens - Oops. Without much warning Thunder grabs a hold of Svoboda around his head and drags him towards his feet. Once there he scoops Svoboda up, and tosses him down upon his back with a simple scoop slam -- then lays out and drops an elbow across his sternum, further knocking the wind right out of him. Piter instinctively rolls onto his left hip and away from Thunder, who picks himself to his feet with ease. He approaches Piter and again bends down to grasp him around his head. This time Piter stands up on his own power and pokes both his index and middle fingers into the eyes of Thunder -- blinding him for a moment. Kissens - What a cheap move. Dunn - Svoboda has to take what he can get. Falcoon - That's the truth. I mean, look at the guy. Kissens - Yeah, but still -- eat a granola bar or something. Don't go for the eyes, is all I'm saying y'all. The referee warns Svoboda who holds up his hands in the air as if he is innocent. Thunder keeps his eyes closed, trying to rub out the pain with the tips of his fingers while Svoboda slowly steps towards him. A quick kick across the chest stands Thunder right back up, still with his eyes closed and allowing Piter to follow up. He feints a roundhouse kick and instead uses the momentum to turn and deliver a stark spin kick right to Thunder's gut. Svoboda lands to his feet on the mat and breaks off into a sprint towards the ropes that both he and the hunched-over Thunder are facing. Piter turns, bouncing off of the ropes and running back at Thunder with a full head of steam. He leaps into the air and attempts a leaping crossbody block -- but Thunder is able to catch the light Svoboda without much effort exerted. Dunn - Uh oh. Falcoon - Piter is going for a ride! Kissens - He goes on a lot of rides and trips. Thunder holds Svoboda horizontally, then drops to his right knee -- driving the left side of Svoboda's body right across his extended left knee. Kissens - Damn, y'all. He could have snapped Piter's spine like a toothpick. Falcoon - I'm majorly impressed with Thunder here. Dunn - He's hanging with the veteran. Svoboda crumbles to the mat yelling in pain, with Thunder returning to his feet -- looking emotionlessly down at Svoboda. He stomps Piter flush across his back, furthering his pain and deepening the hole he has to dig himself out of. The referee gets between the two men and forces Thunder away from Piter, trying to give him some time to either recooperate or bail from the match. Thunder pushes the referee out of the way and lifts Svoboda up to his very unsteady feet -- pushing him back into the nearest corner. He bends over and drives his shoulder right across the midsection of Piter, further weakening his body. He pulls himself out of the corner a little bit, then lunges forward -- crushing Piter against the turnbuckle pads with his shoulder once again. Piter has a bit of blood rolling down his lips at this point, as Thunder pulls himself out of the corner yet again. He thrusts himself forward but Piter sunset flips over him -- grabbing the thighs of Thunder and trying to roll him down to his back. Dunn - There's no way he can pull him down! Kissens - He's gonna try like hell though. Falcoon - But he's setting himself up to be crushed. Thunder doesn't lose his balance and instead bends down, grabbing him around the throat and lifting him up through his legs. Once he begins pulling Piter up to his feet, Svoboda spits out a mist of the blood that has pooled in his mouth -- blinding Thunder as he blasts him in the face. Dunn - Piter had a plan! Falcoon - I hate that move more and more every day. Svoboda drops back down to his back between the legs of Thunder -- and swings his leg up right into his groin. Thunder drops to his knees and falls on top of Svoboda -- subsequently pinning him down to the mat. Dunn - That low-blow could backfire! Falcoon - Thunder is deadweight on top of him. The referee slides in and makes the count. 1... 2... Piter is able to roll his right shoulder off of the mat, and pushes Thunder to the mat on his left side. Kissens - Piter is thanking his lucky stars right now. Svoboda gasps for air as he cautiously rises to his feet, while Thunder still holds his crotch in an intense amount of pain. He finally clears his eyes of the blood spit into them, and tries pushing himself through the pain now traveling up into his abdomen from the low blow. Svoboda raises himself up to his feet and shakes his left arm, starting to feel the effects of the broken thumb coarsing through the muscles in his forearm. Thunder picks himself up to his feet and runs across the right, locking his sights on Piter who can't move out of the way of the running knee strike. Piter drops down to all fours, with more blood coming from his mouth -- but Thunder doesn't hesitate. Falcoon - This could be the end for Piter right here. Dunn - How many times do you think you could say that about a guy? Kissens - About ten thousand in his case. Thunder tucks the head of Svoboda between his legs, and easily lifts him up onto his shoulders in a powerbomb position. He walks towards the center of the ring with Svoboda sending right jabs to the face of Thunder -- all of which seem to do no damage. Dunn - Without having that left hand, he's got nowhere to go but down! Out of desperation, Piter swings his left hand down -- and shatters the plaster cast over the top of Thunder's forehead. The impact forces him to drop Piter down to the mat, while Svoboda clutches his badly injured thumb on his left hand. Thunder falls lifeless onto his stomach, holding his forehead as it bleed profusely. Falcoon - Piter just destroyed Thunder with that cast! Kissens - And he paid for it. Dunn - I guess the referee is oblivious to the broken pieces of plaster laying all over the place. Piter rolls over the top of the body of Thunder, and pulls him into a pinning cradle. The referee dives in and makes the count. 1... 2... 3! Falcoon - And it gets him the win. Missy Janson - The winner of this match... Piter Svoboda! Falcoon - With the exception of the King of the Mountain, Piter is doing pretty well for himself. Dunn - He's got the talent, he just needs to stay mentally focused. Kissens - If he can keep himself on the tracks, he'll do great y'all. Dunn - On the tracks, and away from the trackmarks. Piter has his arm raised in the ring, then he quickly darts to the outside and sprints up the ramp -- clutching his left hand in the palm of his right. Falcoon - Either way, it was a nice match to open the card. Kissens - And there's a lot more to go. Dunn - Well there's less than two weeks until Campus Chaos -- and all we have booked is Mardi Brawls and the World Title Match. Falcoon - You have to assume CJ is working on that at this exact moment. As the camera feed cuts backstage into CJ's office, Porta Prince Prince comes barging through the door. The crowd let's out a huge pop when Porta Prince enters into the shot. Prez CJ - Does anybody know how to knock? Porta Prince - Book it CJ!! Prez CJ - Book what?? Porta Prince - Me......Lopes.......for the title...... Porta Prince slams his fists on President CJ's desk. Porta Prince - TONIGHT!!!! The crowd goes crazy at the statement. Dunn - My god, we are already full with matches. Falcoon - I'd love to see this one be added! Prez CJ - I'm guessing you want revenge for what Ray recently.....exposed?? Porta Prince freezes up at President CJ's claim. Prez CJ - Well is it true?? Porta Prince doesn't answer and just when he's about to CJ cuts him off. Prez CJ - Ah, regardless of if it was a shim or not... Falcoon - Shim?! Dunn - Yeah, a shim -- a she and a him! Kissens - Gross...How do you know that? Prez CJ - I would love to do that for you Porta... Porta Prince - Now that's what I'm tal-- Prez CJ - Un--fortunately, Ray Lopes is taking care of personal business and has the night off. The crowd erupts in boos. Porta Prince - Alright. Alright that's fine. Prez CJ - But I do have an idea. How about I book Porta Prince vs. Lopes for the Caribbean Championship at Campus Chaos?? The crowd pops as Porta Prince thinks about the suggestion for a moment. Porta Prince - I'm down Prez.....make it happen!! Prez CJ - Good! When Lopes arrives to Florida State University next week, we'll hold a contract signing between the two of you. But promise me one thing Porta. Porta Prince - What's that?? Prez CJ - Well, being that the last time you were on the Florida State University Campus, you left in the back of a cop car. Porta Prince - That was the past C-- Prez CJ - ....The cops won't harass you but they will be in the building watching your every move. So I need you to promise me that you won't put your hands on Lopes next week. Porta Prince pauses for a moment before answering. Porta Prince - Aight you gotta deal Prez. Campus Chaos. Fun Will Kill Lopes!!! The crowd pops as Porta Prince exits out of President CJ's office. Dunn - Well, seems like we already have another match for Campus Chaos. Kissens - Ask and you shall receive. Falcoon - Porta really demanded it, though. Dunn - Who can blame him? He got a big surprise dealing with Lopes' mom. Falcoon - I'd call it an unfortunate surprise. Dunn - That's without question. From next to the announcers table, we see Missy Janson stand from her steel chair at the time keepers table. He lifts a microphone off of that table with her right hand, and turns towards the nearest set of steel ring steps. The camera pans to the right to follow her on her way to the ring. Falcoon - But, we'll deal with that at the contract signing next week. Dunn - Yep. Next up we have the second match in two cards between JC and Drake Munday. Kissens - JC won the first, and I don't think the result of the second is going to be different y'all. Dunn - I agree with Jackie. Missy skips up the steel ring steps and onto the ring apron. She enters the ring through the top and middle ropes and walks directly to the center of the squared circle. She turns and faces the live feed -- bringing the microphone up to her mouth as she begins to speak. Missy Janson - The following bout is scheduled for a one fall with a ten minute time limit. If a pinfall or submission can not be attained in the allotted Ten Minutes -- the match will end as result of a Draw. The fans groan with Missy continuing almost imediately. Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, from Green Bay, Wisconsin... Drake Munday! Jesus Of Surburbia hits the PA System as Drake Munday saunters on to the stage. I'm the son of rage and love Drake looks angry as he makes his way to the ring. He is especially unkind to the crowd who boos him. And there's nothing wrong with me Drake takes his steps slowly as if each movement causes him great pain. Drake finally arrives at the ring and jogs up the steel steps into the ring. Dunn - Hopefully the outcome turns out a bit better for Drake this time around. Kissens - He's only got ten minutes to do something about it. Falcoon - Which can be an eternity when you're in the ring with JC. The music fades out, with Missy continuing her introductions. Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Jersey City, New Jersey... He is the Current OWF Tears Tag Team Champion -- JC! Lights flash then dim, and "Wherein Lies Continue" by Slipknot fills the speakers. The lights all go out and only a spotlight shines on Joe, who comes to the ring without any friendly movements or acknowledgment of the fans, who are booing him. PA System - Thou shalt not Kill your fathers - destroy another life He climbs up to the turnbuckle, puts his hands in a clasp above his head and brings them down, still clasped, to chest-level. The ending's the same He climbs down, glares at the audience and warms up for his match. Falcoon - And JC looks as good as ever. Missy exits the ring, and the referee calls for the bell. A digital clock is shown on the OWF Tron, clicking down from ten minutes. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) 10:00 The two men immediately run at one another, meeting in the center of the ring. Drake narrowily avoids a clothesline from JC, and sends his right elbow back towards the base of JC's skull as he swoops around behind him. The point of Munday's elbow catches JC flush across the back of his neck -- doubling him over, holding the back of his head with both hands. Drake turns himself around and runs at the ropes to the side of the bent over JC. He charges back and swings his right foot up into the chest of JC -- sending him straight up to his feet once again. Falcoon - Munday on the offensive from the start. Dunn - He knows his time is running out. Kissens - This ten minute stipulation sucks. Drake now attempts a clothesline attempt of his own, but JC steps under it. He spins himself around on his heels, and waits for Drake to turn and face him. He does so, and JC attempts a big boot -- thrusting his right leg up at the face of Munday. Somehow Drake steps back and pushes JC's leg back down to the mat -- then immediately leaps into the air, looking for The Darkness. JC catches Munday and lowers him down to his feet and pushes him into a sprint towards the nearest set of ropes. 6:22 Kissens - JC missed the big boot. Munday misses the Darkness. Falcoon - I'd say these two know each other very well. Drake runs into them chest first, with no time to spin himself around. He stumbles backwards towards the center of the ring, with JC grabbing him from behind with a reverse waist lock. Drake throws his right elbow back and slams it across the right side of JC's face, hoping to break himself free -- but is unable to. He nails a second back right elbow, loosening the grip of JC a bit but still not enough to break free. Munday reaches both of his hands down and grabs the wrists of JC, pulling his hands apart and spreading them out into their full wingspan. The referee checks on JC, when Drake swings his right leg back with mule kick -- dropping JC down to his knees. Falcoon - Cheap shot! Dunn - Not if the referee didn't see it! He really is learning from JC! The referee looks puzzled as Munday grabs JC by his hair and starts to yank him up off of his knees. It takes a bit of effort to lift him up, but Drake is eventually able to do so. 3:51 Falcoon - Munday should have just followed up with a pin. Kissen - Yeah, he's wasting too much time y'all. Munday slaps JC flush across his face with his open hand. Without warning, JC gains his second wind and his adrenaline begins to pump. Munday slaps him a second time, to which JC responds with a slap of his own. The fans are going absolutely bezerk as the two men now go nose-to-nose -- talking trash to one another. Munday pushes JC and then bursts off to his left. He sprints towards the ropes, turning and bouncing off of them back first. He heads back at JC and delivers a running forearm across the right side of his jaw. JC is taken back a bit, falling back against the ropes. He uses the spring in them to bounce himself off and runs back at Drake, laying in a running forearm shot of his own -- that drops Drake down to his right knee. Dunn - I don't know how either of them can deliver or take those shots. Munday struggles back up to his feet and nails a right hook to JC's chin, stopping his approach towards him and buying some time. 1:12 The two men remain on their feet, staring at one another and waiting for the other to make the next move. The fans remain on the edge of their seat, eagerly anticipating the final minute or so left in the match. JC throws a right hook at Drake blocks with his left arm -- before he jabs his right fist forward. It is deflected by JC with ease, who pulls his right arm back ready to throw another blow. Falcoon - There's not much time left. Kissens - Hardly enough to secure a win by striking one another. :36 Drake sees this and is able to avoid the elbow that JC musters up by stepping back. He glances up at the clock, which proves to be costly as JC brings his right knee up into his sternum. Drake bends over, with JC taking a few steps back while measuring him up -- then breaks off into a spring. As JC reaches Drake, he leaps up off of the mat and grabs JC's head -- falling to the mat and nailing The Darkness. Dunn - Drake hit the Darkness! :07 Kissens - Now he has to cover him, y'all! Falcoon - He's going to be cutting it close. He rolls him over onto his back and crawls over his body. The referee slides into place and begins the count. 1... 2... The bell is rung, stopping the referee's count. :00 Falcoon - Munday wins! Drake hops up, holding his arms in the air. The referee walks with conviction towards the side of the ring nearest to Missy -- who approaches the ring to receive the referee's message. Kissens - What a display of-- Missy Janson - The time-limit has expired -- therefore this match has been ruled a draw! Falcoon - Oh man, he was so close. Dunn - Five more minutes. Come on! Kissens - Drake only needed one more second! The fans boo the decision, with the referee getting pelted with all sorts of garbage. Munday confronts him and begs for five more minutes, but the referee tries pushing him away. Dunn - What is this? ASW? Kissens - I hope not, y'all. Falcoon - I doubt this is the last we will see of these two locking up. Dunn - Munday needs to get a victory over him. JC gets up to his feet, staring at Drake from behind. He measures him up with a look of hatred across his face. Falcoon - What the hell is JC going to do? Drake finally stops harassing the referee and turns around, with JC thrusting his right leg upward towards Drake's face. Munday is able to duck it and bail out of the ring -- while JC ends up big booting the referee, who just happened to be right behind Drake. Dunn - Jesus! JC just took out that referee! Kissens - He was going for Drake. Falcoon - I think this has gone a little bit further than just playful competition between the two. Munday remains on the outside when the cameras cut to catch Trent Steel emerging through the curtains of the entrance way. He stands a top the stage and pulls a microphone from his trenchcoat. Falcoon - Uh oh! It's the Blood Champion! Dunn - JC isn't taking a step out of that ring if he's smart. Trent Steel - Bravo! Let's give it up for these two. Trent starts clapping and soon the fans start doing it to a little unsure of themselves. JC looks really confused as Drake Munday looks around as well. Trent Steel - Great match guys really. I mean honestly it's one of the best I have seen in months but I got a slight problem with a certain situation. Trent lights up a marboro cigarette as he starts talking again. Trent Steel - You see a few weeks ago JC a buddy of yours decided to get in my face. He wants a match because for some reason you want him as your tag team partner. Now I should be crushed by this. I should be pissed off at both of you. But see I'm not pissed at you... We see Dude JoB enter from the back with a red bodybag over his shoulder. He drops it down and opens it revealing a bloody as hell Matt Jackson. Some of the crowd gets mortified and screams but it calms down after a few minutes. JC looks like he's about to kill Steel. Trent Steel - I'm not even pissed at him. I didn't even lay a finger on him. That's all DJ. See I got a replacement for YOU if YOU don't work out. Now you want this so you can do some master plan against CJ. I'll make you a deal. At Campus Chaos...You and I go one on one to settle this. Winner names his partner! Stipulations are going to be something I think can contain both of us and appease Mr. Chase "Stipulations Hardon" Johnson. DJ pulls Matt Jackson up out of the bodybag and holds him as Trent Steel turns to him. Trent Steel - I think...Street Fight. So your little buddy here can attack me if he wants to as well. I think that's fair Joe...Oh one more thing Matt. Don't take this personally. Trent rares back and drop kicks Matt Jackson in the balls sending him down on the stage, holding his groin. Trent Steel - That was for Greg! Kissens - WOOOOOO! Hell yeah! JC starts to move for the ramp as Trent holds up his hand. Trent Steel - Whoa. I got a counter offer. You hate CJ...We hate CJ. I'm offering this to you Joe. A membership in The Rouges. We got one mission. Kick CJ to the fucking curb. You in or out it's your choice. Because you honestly would rather be our friend than our enemy right now. Have a nice day kids. "It's Amazing" by Kanye West starts to play as The Rouges leave through the curtain. Falcoon - Well, that was awkward. Dunn - First a challenge, and then as an alternative JC could join the Rogues. Kissens - I don't think he'll take that offer, y'all. JC exits the ring and walks furiously up the ramp. Drake follows closely behind, as the cameras follow both men until they too disappear behind the curtain. Falcoon - It's obvious these two don't like each other. Dunn - Might as well split them up. Falcoon - I was looking forward to seeing them defend at the Pay Per View. Kissens - That isn't going to happen. Dunn - But, one thing we can take from this encounter is that the Rogues are still in power -- and Matt Jackson is joining his brother on the shelf. Falcoon - Sucks for him. Kissens - He got what he deserved. The feed cuts backstage where JC is seething. He has just returned to his locker room and he is shown pacing back and forth, when there is a knock on the door. JC - What? The door opens and Adrian Jackson walks in. Adrian Jackson - How is it going, JC? JC - Who the hell are you? Adrian Jackson - My name is Adrian Jackson. You might have seen me teaming with Drake. JC - No, I haven't. Adrian Jackson - Well, um, we haven't officially had a match yet. JC - How unfortunate. Adrian Jackson - Anyway, Drake won't teach me anything and I'm trying to get a handle on this whole "wrestling" thing. I was wondering if you could take me under your wing...since it seems to help Drake. I mean he almost beat you tonight. JC - No. Adrian Jackson - No what? JC - No, I'm not going to train you. No, Drake didn't come close to pinning me, and no, you should give up being a wrestler while you still have your health. JC tears the tape off his wrists as he is talking. Adrian, perhaps feeling bold, walks up to him. JC looks up and glares. Adrian Jackson - I could learn quickly... JC - Listen, kid. What do you not get? I'm training Drake Munday, yes. But on top of that I've got a war with CJ beginning. I've got a lot on my plate. Drake to train, wrestlers to destroy...Speaking of which. JC, without warning, punches Adrian Jackson in the face. As Jackson struggles, JC grabs him by the back of his head and throws him into the lockers. JC backs up and then drives his foot into the back of Adrian's head, which slams it into the lockers. Adrian falls to the ground, bleeding. JC notices the camera inside and stares at it. JC - I'm not going to respond verbally to Steel's offer. He'll know where I stand. Instead, CJ, I think it's time I gave you my ultimatum. It's time you learn who is really in charge here. Step down as president, or I will cripple your roster. I will do what I should have done when I was trying to get your paper champion's attention. I will start destroying wrestler after wrestler. If you care about this company you'll step down. You don't, but you do care about your wallet, so maybe when I start taking out your draws you will understand I'm serious. They'll all end up like Moxie, like Vacant, and like this kid. This rookie, who I have nothing against. He's merely collateral damage. Do the right thing, Johnson. Quit before the OWF suffers. JC walks out of his own locker room, leaving a bloodied Adrian Jackson and the cameraman still there. The feed cuts back to the announcers booth at ringside. Dunn - Okay, he's getting a little adamant now. Kissens - CJ should watch his back. Falcoon - JC is a man who can execute anything he sets out to do physically. Dunn - If I was CJ, I'd give him whatever he wanted. Kissens - That's because you're a pussy. Dunn - Yeah, but at least I'd live. Falcoon - CJ isn't in any danger yet -- but the OWF may be. Dunn - And that's even worse. Kissens - We can stew over it during this commercial bre-- Suddenly the feed cuts to the office of President Chase Johnson. The back of his leather chair is facing the camera from behind his oak desk. Soon his voice is heard speaking up. Prez CJ - I hear a lot of people talking -- but they aren't saying much. CJ spins around in his chair, looking straight into the lense of the camera. Prez CJ - Trent Steel -- you don't make the matches around here. In fact, just about twenty minutes ago I sent the first draft of the card for Campus Chaos out to the press. Next commercial break, you'll see what you're up to. Chase clears his throat starkly. Prez CJ - Now JC, you're becoming a thorn in my side. I chose to take the high road last week and stay off camera, but now you've forced me to go on live television and speak about you. This man wants my resignation, and he wants it yesterday. Who knew he harbored such ill-feelings towards me -- but all is well. I'm sure JC has just hit a bit of a rough patch in his life and he'll walk away from it stronger. As for me I won't be resigning any time soon, so I can put that to rest right here and now. What I will be doing, though, is keeping a firm watch on everything that occurs on my television. I say week after week that I won't allow the inmates to run the asylum -- and I am going to stick by that. It's my way or the highway, folks -- so get used to it, or have a nice day. CJ motions for the cameras to cut out, which they do shortly after. The feed cuts to black.
LIVE ON PAY PER VIEW, SUNDAY MARCH
29TH, 2009 MATCHES ALREADY ANNOUNCED: OWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP Jesse Williams (c) Vs The Phoenix OWF CARIBBEAN CHAMPIONSHIP Porta Prince (c) Vs Ray Lopes OWF BLOOD, SWEAT AND TEARS TAG
TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP Trent
Steel & JC (c) MARDI BRAWLS
EIGHT-MAN PDA RULES BATTLE ROYAL.
ELIMINATIONS THROUGH PINFALL OR SUBMISSION. FALLS COUNT
ANYWHERE. FOUR PRIZES ARE TO BE GIVEN OUT.
Falcoon - And we're back folks. The cameras open up on the ring announcers table. Dunn - Campus Chaos is shaping up to be some card. Kissens - And we still have another Addiction next week. Falcoon - We'll be in Talahasee next week, at Florida State University. Dunn - And we'll be in Gainesville the Sunday after that, at the University of Florida. From next to to announcers booth we see Missy Janson stand herself up from the time keepers table -- with a microphone clutched tightly into the palm of her right hand. She moves off towards the nearest set of steel ring steps. Kissens - I can't believe we're almost a fourth of the way through 2009 already. Dunn - Time is absolutely flying. Falcoon - Ever since NLW / OWF Collision Course, things have picked up. She ascends the steel steps and hops onto the ring apron -- parting the top and middle ropes as she steps into the ring. She moves on towards the center of squared circle. Kissens - Part of that could be attributed to one of the three men in the Main Event. Falcoon - Speaking of which, is coming up right now. Dunn - Should be a good one. The fans remain silent as Missy reaches the middle of the ring and turns to face the live camera feed. She lifts the microphone up to her mouth with her right hand and begins to speak. Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the Main Event of the Evening!! The fans give Missy a warm reaction to her words, quieting themselves to listen on further. Missy Janson - It is a Triple Threat Match, with a sixty minute time limit under PDA Rules -- and it is for the OWF Public Display of Aggression Championship! The fans explode into a chorus of loud applause. Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, from Louisville, Kentucky... 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. Falcoon - Valtiel made a statement at Funeral of Hearts. Dunn - Definitely an impressive return to say the least. Kissens - He can only improve on it here tonight. Falcoon - Dethroning The Phoenix is a task on it's own. Dunn - Yeah, you add Trent Steel into the mix and you never know what to expect. The music fades out as Valtiel backs himself into his corner. Missy lifts the microphone back up to her mouth and continues with the introductions. Missy Janson - Out to the ring next... He is the Current OWF Blood Tag Team Champion... From Pittsburgh, Pennslyvania... "The Son of a Bitch" Trent Steel! "It's Amazing" by Kayne West starts to play as the light go down. Black flames shoot up from the entranceway as a figure emerges from the smoke. It's Trent Steel. Trent is wearing a pair of white oakleys with red lenses, white trenchcoat, black and white pants and tanktop with black gloves and black boots. The audience screams as Trent walks down to the ring. He gets into the ring and poses showing us the back of the coat with the black winged angel wings on the back. He smiles as he drops the coat and gets in the ring. Dunn - The Phoenix has already beaten Steel before. Falcoon - That means Trent should know what to expect this time around. Kissens - You never can be too sure. Steel walks towards his corner with his music fading out. He keeps his eyes on Valtiel as Missy continues on. Missy Janson - And finally... From the End of Nowhere, weighing in at 365 pounds... He is the current OWF Public Display of Aggression Champion... The Phoenix! The initial four chords of "The Instinct" hit, sounding a bit darker than normal before fading into the opening of Linkin Park's "Numb." From the entrance to the locker rooms, The Phoenix strides forth, his face decidedly blank as the first verse hits. Tired of being what you want me to be. There is no pyro or any other special effects as he walks to the ring steps, the music fading into silence as he bows his head, eyes closing for a brief moment -- with the OWF Public Display of Aggression Championship strapped around his waist. His right arm crosses his body, touching the black armband encircling his left arm with the initials "EA" written in bold white lettering. Then, with a shout of "for the fallen!" directed at the ceiling, he finishes his ascent and climbs into the ring, ready for war. He unhooks the belt from around his waist and hands the PDA Title to the referee, who holds it high for all to see -- before handing it off to Missy on her way out of the ring. Falcoon - He has held that belt for exactly five months tomorrow. Dunn - With this competition, he may just fall a day short. Kissens - Nothing has stopped him to this point, I don't think we can believe that he's the underdog. The referee calls for the bell the second Missy heads out of the ring. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Right off the bat, Valtiel steps forward towards the center of the ring -- motioning for both men to bring it on. The Phoenix and Trent Steel slowly step in towards the middle of the ring, when Steel nails The Phoenix with a cheap shot -- taking him down with a sharp elbow to the side of his head. Valtiel steps back as Trent pounces on The Phoenix, laying any kind of strike he can muster up onto the body and head of his opponent. The Phoenix begins pushing himself off of the mat, while Trent does everything he can to beat upon the Champion before he gets back to his feet. He finally does, and grabs a hold of Trent -- with both men stumbling into a collar and elbow tie-up. Valtiel watches on as The Phoenix gains the early advantage and begins backing Trent across the ring. He presses him against the ring ropes, keeping the pressure on so Steel can't deliver anymore attack attempts. They remain in the stalemate for a few moments, with Valtiel starting to get a little froggy in the corner across the ring. Dunn - Now Valtiel is playing this match the right way. Falcoon - You'd think the Champion would try to take a step back. Kissens - He didn't have much of a choice in the matter, y'all. Dunn - Plus if he does, he could lose the title to a quick pinfall or submission. Falcoon - And that would be a terrible way to end this reign of his. The Phoenix releases Trent and backs away from him -- allowing Valtiel to charge in and take him down with a clothesline to the back of his head and neck. Now Valtiel takes his turn beating on the Champion, while Steel sits back and recovers. The Phoenix remains flat on his stomach while Valtiel drives the sole of his boot to the small of his back over and over again -- eliminating any possibility of regaining his composure. Valtiel finally stops sending kicks down upon The Phoenix, but continues his conquest as he starts to lift him up off of the canvas. He stands him up to his feet, and lays his right forearm flush across the left cheek of The Phoenix stumbling him back a step. Valtiel takes a step forward and drives his shoulder right into the chest of The Phoenix, who doesn't fall back -- instead drops to his left knee and holds his body in a bit of pain. Falcoon - Valtiel's timing seems to be perfect tonight. Dunn - He picked his spot, and as long as he does it wisely in the future he should be okay. Just as Valtiel seems like he is going to go in for the final crushing blow, he is dropkicked from behind by Trent Steel -- knocking him forward into a stumble. He collapses into the grasp of The Phoenix, who bursts up to his feet and tosses Valtiel over his head -- driving him down to the canvas with an Exploder Suplex. The fans cheer loudly as the adrenaline rushes through the body of The Phoenix -- leaping to his feet and yelling down at the fallen Valtiel. Right behind him, Trent Steel ducks out of the ring and reaches under the apron skirt. From under the ring he pulls a steel chair, immediately sliding back into the ring and watching The Phoenix who still has his back turned. Kissens - Trent's going for the first weapon, y'all. Dunn - Relax. It's just a chair. Falcoon - Trent Steel and a chair can do a lot of damage. Kissens - Plus The Phoenix has his back turned. Falcoon - He's basically been set up, to get jacked up! Dunn - That was a terrible line. Steel rushes at The Phoenix, who spins around and grabs the steel chair -- which Trent swings from behind his head with all of his strength. A quick boot to the gut forces Steel to release his hold on the folded steel chair, and now The Phoenix has sole possession. He pulls the chair into his clutches and rears it back over his head now -- but it is grabbed by Valtiel from behind, right before he swings it down. Trent sees this and lunges at The Phoenix, spearing him down to the mat as he takes advantage of his focus being on Valtiel. Steel gets up to his feet, only to be cracked with the steel chair right across the top of his head -- dropping him to the mat right next to The Phoenix. Valtiel stands over both men, tossing the steel chair down to the mat and waiting for them to return to their feet. Kissens - Wow, y'all. The advantage Valtiel held early on wore away -- but now he's built a new one on his own. Dunn - You better not doubt Valtiel. Falcoon - He's one of the strongest individuals the OWF has to offer. Dunn - Yeah, and he's right there. He could probably hear you if you said it loud enough. The Phoenix is the first to begin to peel himself off of the canvas, so Valtiel squares his shoulders towards him. He allows The Phoenix to get up to his feet on his own pace, watching his every move along the way. It takes a few moments before he manages to stand all the way up, but the moment he does he is approached by Valtiel. Trying to ward him off, The Phoenix swings his right arm at Valtiel -- catching him across the cheek with his forearm. This staggers him enough for The Phoenix to measure up Valtiel for a more calculated strike, which he executes with a blunt headbutt straight to the bridge of his nose. Valtiel drops to his knees, as The Phoenix catches Trent getting up to his feet out of the corner of his eye. Dunn - Now that was a headbutt. The Phoenix's big ol' melon cracking against the cantelope of Valtiel. Falcoon - That sounded so perverted. Dunn - Not to me. Kissens - Yeah Gordie. It is what you make of it, creep. The Phoenix walks away from the kneeling Valtiel and heads towards Steel, who is inching closer towards the discarded steel chair. He nearly has it in his grasp when The Phoenix places his right foot on top of it -- pressing the chair against the mat with all of his weight. Steel stares up at The Phoenix and throws his right leg up, catching him in the thigh before Steel rolls backwards and rises to his feet. As he gets up he bounces right into a sprint directly at The Phoenix, who steps off of the chair and ducks a wild forearm strike attempt by Steel. Trent's momentum spins him around and gives The Phoenix enough time to grab the steel chair off of the mat -- and waffles it against the outside of his right leg, taking him down to the mat. Trent holds his right knee in a lot of pain as The Phoenix walks towards his injured right leg, and hooks it through the steel chair. Dunn - He's going to snap Trent's leg in half! The Phoenix backs up a few steps with his eyes on the steel chair and jogs forward towards Trent. Falcoon - Ugh I can't watch. Kissens - Me neither! Before The Phoenix can stomp the chair, he is booted in the stomach by a recovered Valtiel. As The Phoenix doubles over, Valtiel grabs him around his neck in a front face lock. He quickly falls back and drives the head of The Phoenix onto the steel chair wrapped up with Steel's knee -- doing damage to both of his opponents as he executes the DDT. Valtiel scrambles into a lateral press over The Phoenix, with the referee sliding in to make the count. 1... 2... The Phoenix kicks out. Trent pulls his battered leg from the steel chair, and starts dragging himself away from the center of the ring -- watching as Valtiel argues with the referee over the speed of the count as he makes his way up to his feet. Kissens - He shouldn't concentrate on the referee so much. Dunn - Yeah. Instead he should move on to thinking about how to secure a definite three count. Falcoon - There really is no point in arguing with the referee. Dunn - It's all about intimidation. They hope if they scare the referee, he'll sway towards them hoping he won't have reprocussions if he calls it down the middle. Kissens - Thats a shitty way of thinking. Dunn - They wouldn't do it if it didn't work some of the time. Falcoon - That is true. The Phoenix rolls over onto his chest and starts to crawl towards the ropes, but Valtiel keeps a very watchful eye on his progress. He shoots a glance over to Trent, who is still nursing his knee, and Valtiel returns his attention to the Champion. He grabs The Phoenix around his head and lifts him up to his feet and leans him against the ring ropes directly behind him. Valtiel holds onto The Phoenix's right wrist and pulls him from the ropes -- irish whipping him across the ring. The Phoenix is thrown with such force that he runs at full speed, turning and bouncing off the opposite set of ropes before heading back towards Valtiel. The Phoenix is able to duck a clothesline attempt, and ducks behind Valtiel -- hooking him around his neck as he sits out and delivers a neckbreaker, flopping Valtiel down to his left side. Dunn - Here comes The Phoenix. Kissens - He's just so impossible to keep an advantage over. Falcoon - He almost uses the crowds reaction to draw strength from them. Dunn - Yeah, it's creepy. The Phoenix pulls himself up and takes in the cheers of the crowds while approaching Steel, who is returning to his feet in the corner. With his good leg he kicks his left foot up at The Phoenix to keep him away, but after the second kick Phoenix grabs that left foot of Steel. He pulls Trent out of the corner, hopping up and down on his badly damaged right leg. The second he feels satisfied with his position, he spins himself around completely and whips Steel to the mat with a Dragon Leg Screw on his left leg -- now trying to weaken the other knee of Steel, as well. Falcoon - That's a move that The Phoenix has utilized many times before. Dunn - It's very effective, and when you have a guy like The Phoenix putting all his strength behind it -- you're lucky if all you have is a sore knee. As The Phoenix returns to his feet he is blindsided by Valtiel, who nails him with a spinning back-fist right across his left temple. After The Phoenix takes the shot, Valtiel wraps both of his arms around the midsection of The Phoenix -- clasping them around his back. Valtiel attempts an overhead belly to belly suplex, but The Phoenix won't budge. Valtiel brings the cap of his right knee to the sternum of The Phoenix and again strains himself in trying to toss the big man over. Finally, Valtiel reverts to a side Belly to Belly Suplex -- picking The Phoenix off of the mat for only a second, and slamming him flat to his back. Valtiel drags himself up to his feet, with his left arm around his side and the palm of his hand pressed firmly against the small of his back. Dunn - Valtiel and Steel have hung around here. Falcoon - They've done more than that. Kissens - They flat out dominated the Champion for a time, but now I'd say all three are on an even playing field. Trent Steel, who is limping on both legs at this point, returns to his feet as he and Valtiel lock eyes. Both men eye up the steel chair laying about the same distance from both competitors. Steel smirks and tries to sprint, but flops face first down to the mat. Valtiel stomps forward towards the chair, nearly falling over himself. He is able to catch himself, while Steel starts to crawl up to his knees. Valtiel reaches the chair and looks down to pick it up, but sees Trent still reeling. He opts to continue his assault without weapons, for at least the time being as he boots Steel right across the side of his head -- keeping him kneeling on the mat. Valtiel turns back for the steel chair, but it is no longer laying upon the mat. Dunn - Dumbass. That chair would have been perfect a few seconds ago. Behind him now, The Phoenix stands before the kneeling Trent Steel. He viciously swings the steel chair back -- cracking Valtiel over the back of his head while pulling the chair back. Valtiel drops to the mat as The Phoenix now swings the heavily dented steel chair forward, and crushes Trent Steel over the top of his head -- laying him out on his back as well. Falcoon - Double chairshot! Kissens - You think he planned it? Dunn - If he didn't, it's one to add to the playbook. The Phoenix tosses the nearly unusable steel chair down to the mat and absorbs the chanting crowd, who scream "Phoenix! Phoenix!" over and over again. He holds his hand up and he hops out of the ring, ducking under the ring apron and pulling out two singapore canes. Falcoon - That's his signature weapon! Dunn - He's going to fuck some people up! The Phoenix gets into the ring and watches as his two opponents slowly regain their composure. Both challengers look at The Phoenix, and see the kendo sticks in his hands. They immediately both run towards him, with Steel hobbled and nearly falling with every step. The Phoenix spins around and catches Trent right in the mouth with the singapore cane, sending blood everywhere as he falls limp to the mat. Kissen - Crap. Dunn - That should shut him up for a bit. From behind, The Phoenix has both of his arms pinned to his sides as Valtiel grabs him in a bearhug. He puts so much pressure on the arms of The Phoenix that he has to release both singapore cane's down to the mat. He breaks the hold Valtiel has around him and grabs his head -- swinging him down to a seated position with a snapmare takedown. Valtiel sits on the mat while The Phoenix reaches down and grabs one of his kendo sticks. He rears it back and completely shatters it over the back of Valtiel's head -- opening a gash on his scalp. Falcoon - That is gross! Valtiel rolls along the mat, dripping blood everywhere he goes while The Phoenix throws the broken singapore cane to the outside of the ring. He turns around, and steps right into the shoulder of Trent Steel -- who is trying to lift the Phoenix up onto his shoulders. Dunn - There's no wa-- Somehow Trent picks The Phoenix up into a standing firemans carry in the middle of the ring. Kissens - Oh my.. The fans gasp in awe, but Steel is unable to maintain his position with The Phoenix falling back down onto his feet. Once there he hooks both of his hands around Trent and throws him over his head with an Exploder Suplex -- dropping him right on top of Valtiel for added impact. Both men lay motionless on the mat as the fans go nuts. Falcoon - What a suplex. The Phoenix quickly covers Trent, with him being the closest to him. The fans count along with the referee after he slides in. 1... 2... 3! Kissens - He got it! Dunn - Wow. Falcoon - Quite the match there! Missy Janson - The winner of this match and STILL OWF Public Display of Aggression Champion... THE PHOOOENIX! Dunn - And in less than two weeks, he has Jesse. Kissens - Well I'd say of the three in the match, he comes out in the best physical shape. The referee is given the PDA Championship and hands it to The Phoenix, who holds it up high above his head. The fans roar loudly while Valtiel bails out of the ring. Falcoon - And he continues his title reign of over five months. Kissens - Great accomplishment, y'all. Dunn - He has a chance for an even bigger one this Sunday. Trent Steel picks himself up to his feet and grabs the heavily dented steel chair up off of the canvas. Kissens - Steel has plans to go after Phoenix! The Phoenix turns around and Trent Steel bashes him with the steel chair. Falcoon - The match is over Trent! Dunn - It isn't for him. Trent walks over towards the side of the ring nearest to Missy and calls for her microphone. She walks it to the ring and hands it to him. Trent Steel - JESSE!!! Consider this my favor to you! Steel stares at The Phoenix, who remains laid out next to his OWF Public Display of Aggression Championship. Trent Steel - You STILL don't get it do you Will! You will never fucking understand it! YOU CAN'T BEAT ME!!! NO ONE CAN BEAT ME!!! Because like your name sake no one can take me out. I will make you learn this lesson the hard way you fat idiot. Mark my words though...If you are in any shape to get to Chaos...it will be because I found mercy and that isn't going to happen. Fuck you! The EMT's rush in to tend to The Phoenix as he rolls out of the ring. Trent Steel - JESSE! I'm putting your ass on notice. Don't worry about Specter. Don't worry about Phoenix. Don't worry about anything...but me! We end this next time. This is the one that will settle it all and mark my words. I will do what this fucking chump couldn't tonight. I will BREAK YOU!!! Trent drops the microphone and leaves the ring to a chorus of boos. He flips off the fans as he heads up the stage. Falcoon - That bastard couldn't let things be decided during a match. Dunn - Well, he wants Jesse. Kissens - Everyone wants a shot at him -- but everyone loses, y'all. Dunn - That's what happens when you face the best. Falcoon - I never thought I'd see the day that Trent Steel would be trying to help Jesse -- just to get into the ring with him once again. Kissens - Well he made a statement by raining on The Phoenix's parade here tonight -- who knows what he will try to do at Campus Chaos. Dunn - Or even next week. Falcoon - Speaking of that, we have to go fans. See you next week from Florida State University! Goodnight! The shot of Trent Steel fades to the OWF logo, then cuts to black -- ending the telecast. |
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