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Backstage at the Donald L. Tucker Center, we see OWF President, Chase Johnson, walking through the halls. He has a stern look on his face, and clutches a white piece of paper in his right hand. After a few seconds of the camera following him he stops and opens one of the doors, entering the locker room of one of the OWF Superstars. The cameras follow CJ inside, revealing that he has entered EJ Slayer's room. He stands infront of the mirror, packing up his bag as he seems to be getting ready to leave. Once he notices CJ he stops what he is doing and turns all attention to him. EJ Slayer - Good timing. CJ holds up the piece of paper. Prez CJ - What's this all about? EJ Slayer - Mardi Brawls. Not doing it. Prez CJ - And why's that? EJ Slayer - Because if I remember correctly -- I have the final say on who I face. And I will not participate in such a match where the utmost prize is a shot at the PDA Title, and the rules allow for cheapshots and weapon use. That is for people way beneath me. CJ looks furious, turning his back and starting to head out of EJ Slayer's locker room. EJ Slayer - Don't worry. I have other ideas, CJ. I'll be sure to make them clear enough when it becomes necessary. CJ grinds his teeth and exits the locker room of Slayer, allowing the weight of the door to close as he steps through the doorway. He slowly walks down the same hallway from which he came, with his head hung low. The cameras follow him as he walks away at a very slow pace with the intentions of returning to his office before the start of the card. He notices the time upon the wall, and starts to pick up his pace as he rounds one of the corners and heads into the main corridor. There he walks clear across it, darting through the masses of people, and finally makes his way to his office. Chase opens the door to his office and steps inside -- slamming the door right behind him. Prez CJ - Thank go-- CJ turns to see Raven Talon sitting at his desk. Prez CJ - GOD DAMNIT! What do you want!? AND GET OUT OF MY CHAIR! Raven Talon - Relax partner. Me? I just came here to inquire about that opening in the Mardi Brawls Match. CJ raises his right eyebrow. Prez CJ - But, Slayer just informed me right now. Raven Talon - That may be true -- but he informed the locker room the night of Funeral of Hearts. Chase falls off into silence. Prez CJ - These seven guys earned this spot by getting into the top ring at King of the Mountain. What have you done to earn that spot? Raven Talon - Let me put it to you this way, Ceej. What better competitor to take Slayer's spot than a man who has already recently been in the PDA Title hunt as I have been. Or been a former PDA Champion, regardless of circumstances of my reign. CJ looks down at his feet and thinks to himself for a moment. Prez CJ - Alright, you're in. Talon smiles and picks himself up out of CJ's leather chair. He approaches the President of the OWF and pats him on the back on his way out of the door. Raven Talon - You won't be disappointed, CJ. He leaves that as his last words as he exits, leaving CJ alone in his office. He walks around his table and sits down into his chair as the feed cuts from the shot of CJ, to the opening video package for Addiction.
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 Campus Chaos, Funeral of Hearts, 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.
From the video package, we cut to the Sold Out Donald L. Tucker Center, with it's lights dimmed down low -- where 15,100 screaming fans are all standing on their feet. Their cheers are drowned out by the music of Chevelle's "I Get It.". Just then, a stream of red and white fireworks explode above the stage and all around the OWF Tron. The streams of fireworks provide some light throughout the arena, showing not an empty seat in the house. After a few moments the pyrotechnics fade off and the house lights raise up. Slowly "I Get It" fades out, and now the crowd can be fully heard. The feed cuts around for multiple shots around the arena, with each section of fans tyring to get themselves noticed more-so than the last pictured group of fans. Eventually the fans start to calm down, when a chant of "O-W-F! O-W-F!" starts up from the first row all the way to the nosebleeds. The cameras cut to a shot of ringside, focusing on the announcers booth -- where Gordie Falcoon, Jackie Kissens and James Dunn all sit staring right into the camera. Falcoon - AHOOOOO! COLLEGE TOUR! Kissens - Yesss! Dunn - I'm not drunk this time, I swear. Falcoon - That's good. Kissens - Very good. Dunn - Okay, we know how good. Falcoon - Speaking of how good something is, could our Main Event get any better? Kissens - Well I'm sure it could, but it's still damn awesome y'all. Dunn - It's the ultimate test before Campus Chaos and Mardi Brawls. Falcoon - Which apparently now has Raven Talon filling in for EJ Slayer. Dunn - Talon has a claim towards the PDA Title, so I think he is a good entrant. Kissens - He's also another threat that brings a different aspect to the match than Slayer ever would. Falcoon - Very true, Jackie. From the shot of the announcers we cut backstage to where Tyler Taylor is standing with a microphone. Tyler Taylor - I'm here right now with JC, who I wanted to get a word with before the action starts here tonight. JC - What is it, Taylor. I've got things to do. Tyler Taylor - First of all, how are you going to team with Drake Munday when the two of you have been at each other's throats the past couple of weeks? JC - We haven't been at each other's throats. It's been a friendly competition between mentor and protege. Tyler Taylor - Then why did you try to take his head off last week? Or attack his tag partner Adrian? JC - Adrian Jackson's attack was regrettable and I will absolutely balance the scale soon enough, but it was a message. I'm sticking with my plans to clean this federation and it requires me to remove the brain cancer that controls the entire body. Tyler Taylor - Okay...well, any thought as to who your opponents will be? JC - The last time CJ had a gauntlet against somebody, it was a barrage of jobbers against Drake Munday. Even if he decides to send Jesse Williams, Specter, EJ Slayer, Phoenix and the returning tandem of Hang Ten, Vacant and Moxie Roxie, I'm going to do what I always do. I'm going to destroy, dismantle, and defeat. Tyler Taylor - One last question. What of Trent Steel's offer to join the Rogues? JC - Ah yes. Trent Steel. It turns out I've been wrong about you. You might expect me to demand vengeance for what you did to my partner Matt Jackson, but I'm not going to do that. Jackson was a failure. He proved that when he couldn't even do the simple task of challenging you to a match. You, Trent, are a force to be reckoned with. Not only that, but you have the same goal of wanting to remove the filth of Chase Johnson from his lofty ivory tower in the OWF. I accept your proposal. JC is now a member of The Rogues. JC pushes Taylor aside and walks away. The feed cuts back to the announcers booth -- with all three of them staring straight into the camera blankly. Falcoon - Oh... no. Dunn - Wait wait wait. So, JC is now with The Rogues? Kissens - Shit, y'all. We're in trouble. Falcoon - CJ needs to do something, and he needs to do it now. Kissens - What can he do, y'all? It's too late. Dunn - He has to try, our jobs are at stake! Falcoon - I think he's more worried about his health and wealth -- which are both at risk, and for that reason I expect Chase to have a stern response. Kissens - Damn it's hard to start the show on that note. Dunn - Especially when the opening match is featuring two up-and-comers. Falcoon - Maybe they'll surprise us. Dunn shoots a glance at Gordie. Falcoon - You never know! From next to the announcers booth, Missy Janson stands up from her steel chair and lifts a microphone off of the time keepers table. She heads towards the steel ring steps, positioned in the corner nearest to her, as the camera pans to the right to follow her every movement. Kissens - Well, we'll just have to wait and see. Dunn - Shouldn't be long of a wait -- or of a match, either. Missy ascends up the steel ring steps with ease, stepping onto the ring apron and entering the ring through the top and middle ropes. She walks very slowly towards the center of the squared circle, keeping her eyes down on the mat in front of her feet. She spins her feet and turns her body around to face the live camera feed, embracing the cheers of the crowd. Falcoon - Lets send it to Missy so we can stop speculating already. The fans quiet themselves after a few moments of constant cheering, as a few scramble to return to their seats. Missy lifts the microphone up to her mouth and softly begins speaking. Missy Janson - Hello Florida State University... and Welcome to OWF MONDAY ADDICTION! The fans explode into a chorus of cheers and applause. Missy Janson - The first match of the night is scheduled for a one-fall with a thirty minute time limit. Missy pauses to catch her breath while the fans quiet down for the introductions. Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, from The Hall of Justice... The Avenger! Over the PA, a voice is heard: PA System - Courtesy of your Friendly Neighborhood Avenger! "Courage" by Alien Ant Farm comes over the speakers and The Avenger leaps out on the stage, making heroic poses. As he moves down the ramp, he shakes hands, kisses babies, and signs autographs. He stands at the ring, makes sure his cape is attached and then leaps up onto the apron, before climbing up the turnbuckle and doing yet another heroic pose. Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Green Bay, Wisconsin... Adrian Jackson! Sparkler fireworks raise at the front of the ramp, and Adrian walks quickly through them, then starts pacing towards the ring, in sync with the fireworks making their way down the sides of the ramp. He jumps onto the edge of the ring, and climbs onto the turnbuckle, posing both arms diagonally into the air, then dropping into the ring. Kissens - Maybe Adrian can pull off another victory here. Dunn - He hasn't lost in a singles match yet. Missy turns to the ropes and heads off towards them. She exits the ring, hopping to the outside and moves back towards her seat. The referee calls for the bell to start the match once Missy is seated. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Adrian Jackson and The Avenger slowly approach one another, when a distraction amongst the crowd pulls their attention towards them. Dunn - What are they looking at? Just then we see JC run out from the back, with the fans exploding into boo's and starting to pelt him with garbage. He slides into the ring and stares at Adrian Jackson, who holds up his arms to defend himself. Falcoon - What the hell, JC is here! Dunn - Man, he's getting to be more than a thorn! JC smiles and slaps Adrian across the face lightly. The referee immediately calls for the bell while JC turns away from Adrian. The Avenger tries to attack JC from behind -- but with ease JC turns around and knees him right in the stomach. He hoists The Avenger over both of his shoulders in a standing firemans carry, spinning him around and nailing a sitout spinebuster right in the middle of the ring. The referee keeps calling for the bell, which continues to ring. Kissens - He is out of control! JC turns and grabs the referee by the throat and tosses him over the top rope with ease. He crashes to the floor, as Adrian bails out of the ring and starts heading to the back. Missy Janson - The winner of this match by disqualification... Adrian Jackson! Falcoon - What? Dunn - He hit Adrian first, so that must have been the DQ. Kissens - But, he really went after The Avenger y'all! JC walks towards the ropes and calls for the microphone from Missy, who reluctantly walks towards the ring and hands him the microphone. Kissens - Great, here we go. JC - CJ, I told you I would ruin things for your federation unless you resigned -- and I still have not gotten that notice. What a pity, because until you do I will dismantle every single person who I deem to be worthy of being put on the shelf. As I said before, I regret the attack on Adrian -- so I made up for it tonight. JC smiles as he looks directly into the camera. JC - Speaking of tonight, I'm going to head back to my locker room and get my pads, then get Drake -- and we'll be right back out here. CJ made a huge mistake booking me in this match, and anyone he sends out to the ring is going to get all of the anger and rage I have built up inside for your President. Take notice of these two, because if anyone is stupid enough to try me -- they will suffer the same fate. JC drops the microphone and heads for the ropes, with the fans letting him hear it as he exits the ring. He jaws with a few fans as he heads up the ramp. Falcoon - Well JC has made sure that people don't forget about his disdain for CJ. Kissens - And like I've said, he's going to make a big mistake if he thinks he can surpress JC by booking him against insurmountable odds y'all. Dunn - JC has grown into one of the top competitors in the OWF, and I'd say CJ is in great physical danger. Falcoon - For a guy who has tested a lot of people, he really hasn't been physically beaten down that often. Kissens - Doesn't mean JC won't go that far. And with him being a part of The Rogues, anything is possible. Dunn - She is right. I fear for us. Falcoon - Oh will you two stop. Dunn - No! I expect the worst. The feed cuts away from the arena, where we see Ray Lopes entering thru the back of the Donald L. Tucker Center -- when he spots Porta Prince and Vernon Somoza walking by. Immediately a grin comes across Rays face as he decides to mess with Porta Prince before their contract signing later on tonight. Ray Lopes - Well if it isn’t my favorite Refugee Allstar! Both members of El Plaga turn to face Ray. Porta Prince - Hey.....Fuck you Lopes! Ray Lopes - No thanks…that sounds like a job for Gina. Porta grimaces at the mentioning of that name and then gets into Ray’s face. Porta Prince - You think that shit is funny? Somoza grabs Porta before his temper gets the best of him. Vernon Somoza - Come on man, you know what CJ said. You can’t put your hands on him with all these cops around…just wait until Campus Chaos. Ray grins. Ray Lopes - Yeah you better listen to your boyfriend...You put your hands on me Porta, your ass is gonna be leaving in a squad car just like the last time you were on campus here! Porta kicks a nearby trash can out of frustration as him and Somoza walk away. The cameras fade back inside of the Arena. Falcoon - Man, Porta is coming close to breaking that clause. Dunn - It would be a big mistake if he did so. Kissens - There are only six days left, you think he can hold out y'all? Dunn - As long as Somoza keeps him in check, there's no doubt. Falcoon - Yeah, but if Porta's temper gets the best of him -- I don't even think Somoza can hold him back. Kissens - We're going to have to watch this one closely. Dunn - Especially when those two get out here for that Contract Signing later tonight. Falcoon - Which seems like a recipe for disaster. Kissens - Without a-- Jackie cuts herself off as "Viva Las Vegas" pipes out arena wide, signaling the impending arrival of Vegas' Venetian Vandal. Falcoon - SPECTER IS HERE! Dunn - Someone is excited. Kissens - His first appearance since winning King of the Mountain. Falcoon - Can't wait to see what he's going to do with that contract. The Florida State University crowd showers the entryway with a variety of verbal validation, in addition to a degree of disdain. For every five sorority girls ignorant of the mores of professional wrestling and shouting "Fuck me, Specter!" at the top of the jizz stained lungs, the cosmic scale balances with a scowling internet smark, clad in a homemade "Fuck Specter" shirt, hoping the attending crowd will take it as a show of disdain for the Nicest Guy in Wrestling's face-ist ways, instead of a suggestion. The decibels mount as Specter appears, his face an unholy lovechild of disdain and acceptance. In his left hand he holds a piece of paper, in his right a microphone. Specter - For those of you who didn't pony up the dough to see Funeral of Hearts, I'll give you a little recap. There was a not-so-little match with some rings thrown on top of one another, sixteen competitors, and a big shiny belt hanging over the whole fucking mess. But not just any belt. This is a belt that lets you play CJ for one match only and I'm the guy that snagged it. That means I, the Venetian Vandal, get to book a match. Whatever, whoever, whenever, whyever, wherever and for the fuck of it, I'll throw in however. To a brilliant mind such as my own, that opens a big door of opportunity. Do I sign a fight with the winner of Phoenix-Williams sixty seconds after they finish killing each other at Campus Chaos? Do I go Svoboda and unify all the singles titles, throwing in the tag belts for the sake of one-upsmanship. Or do I book another clusterfuck, just for my own personal amusement? The answer to that is... Teasing the crowd a measure of microseconds, Specter answers their anticipation with a shrug. The reaction is notably without the audible gasp he prayed his pause would bring. So much for working the crowd. Specter - Fuck if I know. The possibilities behind this piece of paper have my head spinning. This is my ticket to fucking over anybody on the roster who might've wronged me. I won't mention any names because that would be childish. But don't you worry, OWF. I'll come up with something. Some of you might like it, most of you probably won't. But that's life, baby. That's what all the people say. Just something to keep in mind. A grin of sin creeps across Specter's face, as the PA system once again treats the attendees' auditories to the dulcet and deranged tones of The Dead Kennedys' rendition of "Viva Las Vegas." Falcoon - Uh-huh. Okay, then. Dunn - So basically Specter just wants to rain on some parade's. Kissens - Not some -- just one. Falcoon - He said no names, but there's one obvious person he would love to set back with a loss. Dunn - Yeah, too bad he was beaten only two months ago by that person. Falcoon - With the help of Apollo. Giving an insincere wave, the Venetian Vandal makes like the Great and Powerful Oz, disappearing behind the curtain. The cameras cut away from the stage and focus in on the announcers table at ringside. Kissens - Oh snap, y'all. I think he's going to face Apollo! Dunn - Wow. Jackie may actually be right. Falcoon - Good thinking, Jackie. Kissens - Thanks, y'all. Dunn - Either way, we're going to have to wait to find out. Falcoon - We were just spoiled last year, because Svoboda made his match right away. Kissens - Yeah. Specter is taking his time to think about it, y'all. Specter's music slowly fades out, and the fans all settle down into their seats. They sit quietly waiting the introductions for the next match, with a few heading towards the concession stands or bathrooms. Dunn - Well if he waits any longer, he's going to lose my interest. Falcoon - I'm sure he's real worried about that. Dunn - He should be. I'm pretty important! To the right of the announcers table, Missy Janson stands out of her seat and slides the microphone off of the time keepers table in front of her. She steps towards the ring with her eyes set on the steel ring steps placed in the nearest corner. Kissens - You two need to shut up and get ready to see the destruction of JC for what he did to my Greggy! Dunn - Keep dreaming, woman. Missy slowly starts to climb up the stairs, staring out into the crowd who stare right back at her. Just then the cameras cut to the stage, as "Drain the Blood" by the Distillers hits the PA and Spaz walks out onto the entrance ramp, holding a microphone in one hand and a lit cigarette in the other. Falcoon - Well, maybe we aren't getting that Gauntlet Match right now. Missy backs down the steel ring steps, and retreats back to her seat. Meanwhile, Spaz holds his arms up in recognition of the fans cheers for him. He slaps both of his legs as he begins to walk down to the ramp, a grin spreading across his face. He slides in and stands in the center of the ring, raising the microphone to his mouth. Spaz - Most of you are probably wondering why I’m out here. Well that’s simple enough to explain. I’m out here to reveal how much of a despicable coward Plague is. Over the past week…I challenged him. And challenged him. And challenged him again. And do you know what he said each and every time? Spaz stops talking and looks out to the fans and holds his arms out like he’s waiting for an answer... Spaz - No. And this is the funny thing…for all the times that he’s beaten me in the past, all the times he’s said he’s better then me…you would think he would accept. But no. He didn’t. He said no…time and again. The only reason for this, he’s afraid. He is afraid that if he steps into the ring with me again that truth will find him there. He will be forced to accept the fact that I’m not the same man that I was a year ago. He will have to accept, when I put him down for the three count, that I truly am a force to be reckoned with. And its time for all of you to face on fact. Plague. Is. A Coward. Spaz pauses for a moment and takes a drag of his cigarette as the crowd cheers. Spaz - But tonight…I get my wish. Sure its not exactly what I wanted…but you can’t have everything…so I’ll take what I can get. I don’t like the fact that there are two other people that can be pinned as opposed to him. I don’t like the fact that there are two other people that can do the pinning. But I will do everything that is humanly possible to get that three count…one two three…on my old friend. And that fact…scares him. Spaz grins out at the crowd…getting ready for the point of his speech. Spaz - And why is he scared you may ask? Last week…I out smarted him. Lets have another look at that shall we… Spaz motions his arm toward the OWFTron and a video feed begins to play. Spaz is wheeled into the ring…then it fast forwards to him throwing the wheel chair at the now facing the other direction Plague…then it cuts out to show Plague sitting in front of the camera. The crowd pops in excitement at the site of him. Plague - Oh Spazzy…do you ever shut up? Spaz moves the mic back to his lips… Plague - No I thought not. But I am not a coward. I didn’t want to fight you because I’m better then you. I’ve fought you many many many times…and each time I was victorious. Why on earth would I have anything to do with you? The unwanted child of Hells Fire? Your like the helpless homeless puppy that was taken in out of sympathy. And then in turn tried to bite its owners. Plague grins from the other side of the camera…Spaz shakes his head angrily. Plague - At first…we thought it might just be instinct and you would eventually grow out of it. But you didn’t. And it wasn’t instinct. It was jealousy. Angel and I made a name for ourselves…and you were just there leeching off of our success. Your biggest accomplishment to date…was holding the world title for a week, in seven years of wrestling…you only managed one world title and you lost it as quick as you got it. Plague stops again taking a breath and drag off his own cigarette. Plague - You couldn’t even do that without my help. So tell me Spaz…why on earth would I want to associate myself with you anymore then I had to? Why would I want to prove…yet again…why I am so much better then you? Spaz moves the microphone to his lips again…but Plague begins to speak again. Plague - Oh…one last thing…before you answer…you want to look behind you… Spaz looks at the screen confused…and Plague gestures him to look around with a careless wave of his hand. He slowly turns around, only to see a split second of Plague and a Louisville Slugger before it smashes hard into the side of his head…dropping him down to the mat like a stone. The fans begin to erupt into cheers at his action. Plague grins down at Spaz and out at the crowd, spinning the bat around with a flick of his wrist. He crouches down low and picks up the dropped microphone… Plague - Prerecorded video tapes are marvelous things aren’t they Spaz? Oh and who outsmarted who, cock sucker? “Fucking Hostile” by Pantera hits the speakers as Plague drops the mic to the canvas as he gets up, swinging the bat onto his shoulder, he spits onto Spaz’s unconscious body before raising the beat upwards, pointing towards the crowd in a salute, before laying it to rest on his shoulder and exiting the ring. Dunn - Spaz is out cold. Kissens - There was no Jesse Williams to back him up this time. Falcoon - These two obviously don't like each other, and I doubt when they square off tonight anything will be resolved. Dunn - It says here it's a normal tag team format, but who knows how long that will last. Falcoon - We may end up with another clusterfuck on our hands. Plague makes his way slowly up the ramp, and disappears behind the curtain while Spaz picks himself up to his knees -- trying to shake the cobwebs free. Kissens - Hopefully tempers don't flare that badly. Dunn - You're putting six guys in the ring who are all competing against each other in six days -- what do you think is going to happen? Falcoon - I'm with James, I think we're in store for a lot of surprises in the Main Event. Spaz exits the ring and begins heading up the ramp as we cut to a shot of Missy Janson standing up from the time keepers table, with a microphone in hand. Dunn - Probably not as many as we are about to see in this Gauntlet Match. Kissens - I doubt Munday and JC will have much trouble dispersing anyone who comes out to face them, y'all. Falcoon - All depends on who their opponents are. Kissens - I don't think it matters -- Drake is a master of gauntlets, y'all. She steps towards the corner nearest to her and ascends the steel ring steps, heading towards the ring apron. She hops onto the apron, and springs through the middle and top ropes -- entering the ring with a smile on her face. Dunn - Plus JC is on a mission. Falcoon - Don't forget he now has The Rogues for back-up. Kissens - Which could turn their team into four members at any time. Dunn - But then again, you have to wonder how Steel and Dude JoB feel about JC's relationship with Munday. She starts off towards the center of the squared circle with her eyes focused down on the canvas. She positions herself in the middle of the ring and turns herself towards the live camera. Falcoon - Well wondering about it ends now, because Missy is ready for the introductions. Missy lifts her right hand up to her mouth and begins speaking into the microphone. Missy Janson - The following matchup is a Gauntlet Match -- where pinfalls and submissions eliminate competitors. The team of JC and Drake Munday can win the match by having at least one of them remaining at the end of the Gauntlet. She pauses for a moment, before continuing. Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, the first member of the defending team -- 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 - Instead of Drake going against JC, now he has to work with him. Falcoon - We will see how that goes. 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 the ramp, awaiting the arrival of JC. PA System - Thou shalt not Kill your fathers - destroy another life The camera remains fixed on the curtains, which don't part as his music continues blaring. A full minute passes in this shot on the ramp. The ending's the same The music cuts out, and the feed switches to a shot of an outraged Drake Munday. Dunn - Hahaha! He bailed on Munday! Falcoon - That bastard. Kissens - He made his point known, I suppo-- Just then, Jackie is interrupted by a shot backstage of JC's locker room. In front of the door is a forklift, pressed right up against the frame and preventing JC's exit. He pounds from inside and does his damnedest to get out -- but it is no use. Falcoon - He didn't bail! He was tricked! President Chase Johnson steps into the picture and approaches the running forklift. He grabs a hold of the key in the ignition, and snaps it off -- leaving half of it inside the lock. He laughs as he places the key in his front pocket. Prez CJ - I think you need a time-out. Have a good night JC. JC - I AM GOING TO FUCKING DESTROY YOU! JC's words are muffled as they come through the door. CJ walks away from the locker room with the feed switching over to the ring -- showing Drake Munday standing all by himself. Dunn - Poor Drake. Poor, poor Drake. Missy Janson picks herself back up on the outside, and lifts the microphone up to her lips. Missy Janson - The first opponent for... Drake Munday is... CokeKid! PA System - YEAAAAAAH DUUUUUDE! CokeKid runs out from the back to "Cocaine" by Eric Clapton -- which blasts through the speakers throughout the arena. Falcoon - This shouldn't be too bad. He slides into the ring and the referee immediately calls for the bell. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) CokeKid runs at Drake, who leapfrogs over the smaller framed CokeKid. He continues running with his own momentum powering him on, turning to bounce off of the ropes back first to head back towards Munday. CokeKid tries a shoulder block, but Munday stands tall and CokeKid crashes right into him. He is sent flat to his back, staring up at Drake who steps closer and grabs CokeKid by his right arm. With one yank he lifts CokeKid to his feet and immediately irish whips him towards the nearest corner. CokeKid is able to grab the top rope with both hands and kick both of his legs into the air -- trying to hop over Drake Munday, who he has presumed will be charging in. Instead, Drake remains standing and watches CokeKid kick over nothing but thin air -- grabbing him in a reverse waist lock the moment both of his feet hit the mat. Falcoon - Look at Drake controlling the ring! He throws CokeKid over his head and drops him flat on his head with a release German Suplex. CokeKid looks about ready to pass out as he lays flat on his back -- as Drake simply lays his right boot over his chest. Dunn - Oh yeah, he is definitely learning from JC! Falcoon - CokeKid doesn't know where he is after that suplex. Kissens - Nothing new there. The referee slides into place and makes the count. 1... 2... 3! Missy Janson - CokeKid has been eliminated by pinfall! Munday pushes CokeKid out of the ring under the bottom rope, barely breaking a sweat. Falcoon - That's one down... Dunn - And however many left to go. Missy Janson - Out next... Mike Van Pelt! Dunn - YES! MVP darts down the ramp and slides into the ring. He is able to get a few strikes in on Munday, who isn't ready for the fast pace action of Mike Van Pelt. MVP takes a second to gloat to the fans, and ends up on the receiving end of a thunderous clothesline that lays him out on his back. Dunn - NO! Munday pulls himself up and drags Mike Van Pelt off the mat with him. He stands him upon his wobbily feet and drives his right elbow across his left cheek. MVP drops to his right knee, dazed from the impact of the strike. Munday grabs MVP by both sides of his head and lifts him back to his feet before delivering a stunning knee strike right to his diaphram. Drake grabs his head in a front face lock and swings around -- executing a Twist of Fate on MVP. Falcoon - Summer's Gone Now! Kissens - And so is MVP! He rolls MVP onto his back, with the referee sliding in and making the count. Dunn - Come on Mike, that's his secondary finisher! 1... 2... 3! Dunn - Bullshit! Missy Janson - Mike Van Pelt has been eliminated by pinfall! MVP rolls to the outside, with EMT's rushing to check on him. Missy Janson - Coming to the ring next... Tara Headoff! Kissens - Oh... my... god. Dunn - SHE'S BAAAAACK! Tara runs down to the ring and pulls herself onto the ring apron. She stands there for a moment waiting for Drake to turn around and face her. He pulls his attention away from MVP, who still lays motionless ringside, and faces Tara -- who springboards up to the top rope. She sprawls her limbs away from her body and looks for a cross body block, but Drake jumps into the air and grabs her head on the way down. He drives her face first into the mat, knocking her cold with The Darkness. Falcoon - MY GOD! She must have.. Dunn - Broken her neck? Kissens - You know it. Missy Janson - Tara Headoff has been eliminated by damn-near decapitation. Dunn - One has to wonder how many will be left. Tara is pulled out of the ring by EMT's, while Missy stands back up at ringside. Missy Janson - The fourth and final competitor to oppose Drake... Prez CJ - Hey Drakey! Dunn - CJ's here. Falcoon - What's this all about? The fans all turn themselves to the entrance ramp -- watching as President Chase Johnson walks through the curtains. Prez CJ - No, don't get excited -- you aren't facing me. Truth is, I have a few guys right behind this curtain who would like to tear your head clean off the second I ask them to do so. CJ smiles. Prez CJ - But Drake, I have another option for you. We can stay here and go though this Gauntlet until I run through the Roster ten times if need be -- or it can all be over. That is, if you promise me one thing... He pauses for a second as Drake looks on. Prez CJ - I want you to help me keep JC where he is at. He's obviously planned to leave you in the dust by joining The Rogues, and now look at you. CJ stares right at Drake. Prez CJ - Sure, you've gotten rid of three jobbers -- but what will you do when I release EJ Slayer from his chains? Or what about Specter? Would you like Jesse Williams next? All I have to do is tell them they are working, and their contract states they have to perform. Munday shakes his head violently. Prez CJ - Or, would you like to make your name even bigger than training with JC could do for you? If so, you just have to cripple him -- tonight. Drake stares at CJ, before flipping him off and thus rejecting the offer. Prez CJ - Okay then, well therefore I'm forced to introduce your last opponent... CJ pretends to speak into the microphone, keeping Drake's attention while from behind a tall figure slides in under the bottom ropes. He clobbers Drake with a huge boot to the back of the head -- sending him down to the mat. Dunn - Hey, that's Thunder! Falcoon - What the... He quickly picks up the nearly unconscious Munday and tucks his head between his legs. He lifts Drake up over his head and executes a crushing Powerbomb -- planting Drake flat upon his back. Kissens - What a calculated assault! Dunn - You know CJ is behind this. Falcoon - Of course he is. Thunder stands over his victim, then quickly darts out of the ring and heads into the crowd. He disappears amongst the masses of people, while Drake is laid out in the middle of the ring. Prez CJ - The winner of the Gauntlet... Drake Munday! The fans cheer even though Munday lays absolutely destroyed in the ring. Prez CJ - Good work -- but bad choice, Drake. CJ drops the microphone on the stage and quickly exits the stage. Drake is slow to come to his senses in the ring, with the fans giving him a respectable applause for his efforts. Falcoon - I guess CJ wanted to make sure Drake wasn't to be a wildcard at Campus Chaos. Dunn - Or to send a message to JC. Kissens - Who is going to kill someone when he is released from his locker room. Dunn - CJ should bail now. Falcoon - He can't, he has the Contract Signing between Lopes and Prince to attend. Dunn - Well, he better bring some security then. Kissens - This place is crawling with cops, y'all. Falcoon - We're on high alert, for sure. Dunn - I don't know if all the police in Tallahassee could contain JC. Kissens - Well we may just find out. Falcoon - I just hope it doesn't interfere with our Main Event. Dunn - Fuck that. I hope our President isn't dead by midnight. Kissens - Yeah, then DK would be back. Falcoon - Uh oh. Dunn - Yeah. Not fun. Drake hobbles up the ramp and disappears behind the curtains, with the fans falling silent. Kissens - That contract signing is up next, right? Dunn - Yes it is, and honestly I'm shocked those cops you spoke of haven't been called into action yet. Falcoon - Porta has shown great restraint tonight. Suddenly we cut backstage, where we see Vernon Somoza and Porta Prince walking the halls of the Donald L. Tucker Center. The crowd let's out a huge roar as their favorite tag team hits the OWFTron. Dunn - I spoke too soon. Kissens - Way to jinx him, Dunn. The crowd begins rooting for the hometown wrestler chanting, "Porta Prince! Porta Prince!". Porta Prince - See that bench?? That's where me and Antonio Cromartie used to hang out. Vernon Somoza - Yeah.......that's nice.....Now what about Lopes?? Porta Prince - Oh I ain't worried about that. What I am worried about is him bringing that shim around me again. Vernon Somoza - A shim?? Porta Prince - Yeah man....a she and him! The crowd begins to laugh at the quirks between the duo. Porta Prince - Well anyway....Lopes isn't that big of a problem. I got the PERFECT plan. Vernon Somoza - What you got in mind? Porta Prince - Well, last week, CJ told me that the cops are watchin' me like hell tonight.....See?? Porta points to a police officer standing guard next to Lopes' locker room. The duo continues to walk past the officer, and soon walk out of his sight. Porta Prince - So there's NO way that I can just attack him......I'll be arrested on the spot!! Vernon Somoza - So what are you going to do?? Porta Prince - Look...we're gonna-- Porta leans in and tells the plan into Somoza's ear. They break from their "huddle" and Somoza turns around and immediately walks towards the police officer. Vernon Somoza - Excuse me officer.....I seen two guys around the corner attacking what looked like Ray Lopes....I think you should go down there and DO SOMETHING!! The officer grabs his nightstick and begins to run down the hall way, using his radio for backup. As he passes a door, the door opens slowly and Porta comes out of the room. Falcoon - Look at Porta!! That sneaky devil!! Dunn - He's a dick at heart... Vernon Somoza - C'mon, hurry up!! Porta sprints into Lopes' locker room with a black plastic bag in his hand. As Somoza stays outside in the hallway as a lookout, Porta comes running back out of the locker room. Porta Prince - We're good!! We're good!! Let's go back to our locker room!! El Plaga bolts from the scene as the cameraman catches them running away down the hallway. Dunn - God only knows what he planted there. Falcoon - Whatever it is, Lopes will surely have a nice surprise when he returns. Kissens - I'm gonna say it's a dead fish. Those things stink, y'all! Dunn - Possibly. There is no doubt that we will hear more about this later. Falcoon - Hopefully before the Contract Signing. Kissens - When is that? Falcoon - That's coming up right after this commercial break! Dunn - Oh you tease!
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.
The camera cuts to the locker room of the reigning PDA champion, who is not scheduled to wrestle tonight. Instead, he sits in the locker room with his personalized Baltimore Ravens jersey on, his eyes focused on the door to his right. Before too much time passes, the door sounds as if it is kicked open, and in comes the OWF Heavyweight Champion, a look of disdain clear on his face as he stares down his challenger at Campus Chaos. The Phoenix - Well, champ, glad you could finally be bothered to join the rest of us. In any event, let's get to business. Phoenix reaches behind him, bringing up a clipboard and a legal-looking document. The Phoenix - Like I told you last week, I don't need gimmicks. I don't need weapons, slanted rulesets, or any perceived "advantage" to face you. What you see in that contract is exactly what I said I wanted last week. A straight-up match, one fall to a finish. No weapons, no "submission-only" gimmicks, no Top Rope Triumphs. So, champ, you gave the ball back to me last week...now it's your turn. Ball's in your court; make your move. Williams snatches the clipboard from The Phoenix's hands and eyes it over. He flips the top paper over the clipboard and raises his right eyebrow. The Phoenix - What's the matter, Champ? Is your one weakness that you're illiterate? Don't worry, it's not a spelling bee match. Jesse Williams - Funny. Jesse lifts his eyes from the clipboard. Jesse Williams - Actually, just something I needed to clarify. You said there wouldn't be any advantages, but then if that is the case- what is this? Williams turns the clipboard around and holds it out of the realm of vision of The Phoenix- pointing to the smallest typeface on the paper. The Phoenix - What are you talking about? I had that contract written up as I sat there with CJ. Jesse Williams - I don't know man- look, it's a pretty glaring advantage. The Phoenix steps out of his chair and grabs the clipboard from Jesse's grip. He positions his face a few inches from the clipboard, eyeing up the writing upon the paper. The Phoenix - I don't see anythi- Just then, Williams thrusts his right foot up and sends the clipboard flush across the forehead of The Phoenix. The stiff clipboard shatters into a dozen tiny pieces, while the paper remains fixed to the steel clip at the top. Trickles of blood roll down the face of the PDA Champion, who is obviously not too sure of his surroundings as he lays on the tiled floor. Jesse Williams - See, I told you there was an advantage- except it's for me. My intelligence far surpasses yours, and now you've put your stupidity down on this contract. Jesse smiles widely. Jesse Williams - So sure, I'll sign it... Jesse leans down and grabs the metal clasp, clutching the two loose papers of the contract with his right hand. While still bent over he extends his left arm and runs his index finger along the gash above The Phoenix's left eyebrow. He presses his bloody finger along the paper, drawing an "X" on the line designated for Jesse to sign. Jesse drops the contract to the floor next to The Phoenix who is ever-so-slowly pushing himself up to his knees. Jesse Williams - There. Now it's your fucking deathwish. Hope you're happy, because I couldn't be anymore thrilled. Jesse turns himself around, and brushes the bottom of his feet back towards the face of The Phoenix who just now realizes what has happened. Williams walks out of the locker room, licking The Phoenix's blood from his index finger with a sickening smile across his face. The feed cuts back to the announcers booth. Falcoon - Williams is such a son of a bitch. Dunn - Oh come on, The Phoenix set himself up for that! Kissens - He's not going to be pleased once he gets his hands on Jesse. Dunn - If Jesse is smart, he'll leave the arena now and let it be settled at Campus Chaos. Falcoon - I believe that would be his intention the entire time. Kissens - I really don't think it was a smart move. Falcoon - He didn't weaken The Phoenix, he only made him more angry. Dunn - And three-hundred and sixty pounds of angry is never an easy load to carry. Falcoon - Truer words have never been spoken. The feed cuts to the hard camera which has a shot of the decorated ring. Inside the ring are 3 office chairs, 2 in front of each other and one at the end of the table. Kissens - Except for when I say it's time for the Caribbean Championship Match Contract Signing. Dunn - Eh, I don't know. It's close. The table has a black tablecloth with two microphones and a pen on the surface. The ring mat is carpeted in white over the bloody canvas. President CJ, holding a clipboard, is standing by the chair at the end of the table and gets a huge ovation when his face hits the screen. He cracks a side smirk as he slowly lifts the microphone to his lips. Prez CJ - Ladies and gentlemen!! This week's Addiction has something special. In Porta Prince's alma mater, Florida State University! CJ stops to let the crowd erupt. Chants of, "FSU! FSU! FSU!" ring off in the crowd. Prez CJ - I would gladly present to you, the contract signing for the OWF Caribbean Championship match at Campus Chaos!! Dunn - This is about to turn into a brawl real quick. Falcoon - Where are the police? We're unprepared! Prez CJ - So, without further interruption, let's bring out the competitors. Coming to the ring first......RAAAAAAAAY LOPESSSSSSSSS!!! Nigga your past don’t excite me "Step Back" by Brisco & Joe Budden blasts over the PA system and instead of the usual warm welcome Ray Lopes is used to from the fans, the primarily FSU student body in attendance all decide to show their loyalty to that of their fellow FSU alumni Porta Prince and boo Ray as he makes his way down and climbs into the ring. Ray gives CJ a nod, acknowledging him in the ring and then goes on to flick off the crowd letting them all know what he thinks of them booing him. Prez CJ - Glad you can make it here Ray. And now......the person you all been waiting for......he is your OWF Caribbean Champion!! PORTAAAAAAAAAA PRIIIIIIIIIIIIINCE!!!! A robotic voice hits the PA System as the lights dim in the arena. PA System - WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! The Ether Boy is in the Building! The Ether Boy is in the Building! "Graveyard Shift" by Kardinal Offishall hits the PA System. PA System - 'Member we told you... 6 in the mornin' Porta Prince bursts through the curtains, with the crowd erupting in cheers at the site of their favorite big man. With the Caribbean Championship strapped around his waist, Porta let's out a primal scream at the top of the stage with his arms raised as the fans go absolutely nuts. As he descends down the ramp, he slaps five with the fans who have their arm stretched out. He steps onto the ring apron closest to the hard camera, and as the camera zooms in, Porta leans his back on the ropes as he soaks in all the love from the rabid crowd. He enters the ring and mounts the opposite turnbuckle, unstrapping the Caribbean Championship and raising it high in the air with both hands. The fans go crazy for Porta as he drops off the turnbuckle, places the belt on the table and takes his designated seat. Kissens - Look at the staredown between the two. Dunn - Pure hatred in their eyes. Prez CJ - Okay gentlemen, I know you guys have a lot of animosity towards eachother, but let's be civilized about this. Porta I've already warned you, so you better be on your best behavior. Porta picks up the microphone from off the table, and lifts it slowly to his lips, all while keeping a close eye on Lopes. Porta Prince - Don't worry about me Prez. He's the one that waits until your back is turned. Lopes grabs the other microphone on the table and raises it to his lips. Ray Lopes - That’s not what Gina tells me! The crowd let's out a high shool-esque,"oooooooh" at Lopes' remark. Prez CJ - Okay boys, calm down. Let's get this started... President CJ places the clipboard on the table between the two men, and Lopes grabs the contract immediately. He flips a couple pages in, grabs the pen off the table, and signs his John Hancock on the contract. Ray Lopes - Here you go Wyclef! Porta gives Lopes a stern look as he grabs the clipboard. Porta grabs the pen and signs his name onto the contract. He drops the pen and hands the contract to CJ. Prez CJ - Alright!! Ladies and gentlemen, it's official!! Porta Prince versus Ray Lopes for the OWF Caribbean Title at Campus Cha-- Porta Prince - Hold on just a second CJ... Falcoon - Uh-oh. Dunn - Yeah these always end bad. Porta Prince - Ray Lopes......for the past couple months, you've been a thorn in my side. Harassing my mother, setting up fake interviews and frankly....I'M SICK OF IT!!! Ray Lopes - Sick of what? Sick of me out smarting you? Or sick of me always being one step ahead of your lame brain schemes? Pick one! Porta Prince - I knew you felt that way Lopes....You think you're an upstanding citizen, you're better than anyone, so you can do what you want?? Well guess what Mr. Lopes....YOU'RE WRONG!!! Now I have a couple friends in the back that would love to meet you..... Ray Lopes - Let me guess some cousin of mine I don’t even know that you dug up to interview on Porta tv? Porta Prince - Hahahaha, real cute Lopes.......The friends I have in the back are none other than Talahasee's Finest......Come on out boys!! Falcoon - Wait, what? Kissens - Lopes didn't do anything, y'all. From the top of the stage, 5 police officers begin walking down the ramp and entering the ring. Porta backs towards the farthest corner and rests his back on the turnbuckle. With his arms resting on the ropes in an arrogant manner, Porta raises the mic back to his lips. Porta Prince - You see, Lopes, I know about your secret life. You're not a wrestler, you're not a role model. Truth is, you're nothing but a drug peddler!! Peddling HGH and other performance enhancements to the young rookies like Lester Chase and Adrian Jackson!! How dare you!!! Ray Lopes - Huh, who the fuck is Adrian Jackson…what the fuck are you talking about Wyclef? Porta Prince - What the fuck am I talking about?? Oh, so you're gonna play that role. You think I believe you Lopes!?! You think these people believe you?!? More importantly, do you think these COPS believe you?!? Show 'em Collins. Porta walks towards one of the officers. The officer lifts up a custom made Ray Lopes dufflebag as Porta puts the mic in front of the officer. Officer Collins - Mr. Lopes is being placed under arrest for the possession and distribution of performance enhancement drugs. Officer Collins reaches into the dufflebag and pulls out a black plastic bag. He reaches into the bag to find a ziploc bag, filled with needles, pills, pill bottles and powder. Dunn - That's the bag Porta put in-- Falcoon - Shutup Dunn!! Kissens - Yeah....snitch. Ray Lopes - That’s not my bag! Porta Prince - What a shame Lopes.....You just signed a contract for the biggest match in your career against the.....HAITIAN WRESTLING MASTERPIECE, and now you gotta celebrate your signing with Big Bubba in the cell! Have fun!! Ray Lopes - I swear to God at Campus Chaos I’m gonna fuck you up Wyclef! The cops surround Lopes who seems to be resisting the officers. They close in on him and bring him down to the ring mat. They struggle to get the handcuffs on the wrestler, but finally do. The crowd pops when the officers lift up the restrained Lopes. Lopes is absolutely livid, shouting out expletives at a snickering and smiling Porta Prince. The fans begin to sing the "Goodbye" song as Lopes is escorted up the ramp. Falcoon - Well, I guess Lopes is going to be a little short handed when Campus Chaos rolls around. Dunn - I can't believe Porta did that to Lopes, it's in doubt if he will ever make it there. Ring technicians rush past Lopes and the cops, and start to clear the ring of all of the items inside of it. Kissens - One can only hope that CJ would do something about thi. Dunn - He has enough on his plate. The feed cuts away from the arena as a picture of a cross surrounded by a circle of flames is seen through the black -- pictured in the center of the screen. A voice cuts through the silence… Voice - We interrupt your regular programming to bring you this important announcement… The arena goes silent…only lit by the digital flame around the cross. A hoarse voice cuts through the silence. Voice - OWF. All around me are familiar faces, In the background “Mad World” by Gary Jules begins to play. The screen switches to scenes from OWF. It shows Specter pulling himself up to win King of the Mountain. It shows Piter Svoboda winning by pinning both Cameron Frost and Jesse Williams... Voice - The one place where the corrupt can flourish…. Bright and early for the daily races, The video shows Jesse Williams and Apollo standing victorious over a fallen Specter…it switches to Plague and Angel turning on the rest of their stable and forming Imperium. Then too Vacant winning Quest for the Best, then Angel bringing a chair down over his head. Voice - The one place where the good and righteous are tossed aside like a dirty oil rag. Their tears are filling up their
glasses, The scene shows AAM getting passed over a title shot…again. It switches to Piter Svoboda getting thrown from a roof. Then again to Jesse Williams being torn apart by the other members of his stable… Hide my head I want to drown my
sorrow, Voice - The only place that it seems appropriate to run like a dictatorship… The scene switches to CJ sitting in his office, writing up plans for King of the Mountain. Then to DK and CJ arguing over who will be the OWF Contendor Elect. Then it switches to DK being fired and sent to commentary. And I find it kind of funny, Voice - Who am I? A guardian that has stood by for too long. I find it hard to tell you, Voice - I am OWF’s spirit…and for too long I have been tarnished. Children waiting for the day they feel
good, Voice - I am the former glory of this once great federation…and for too long I have been forgotten. Want to feel the way that every child
should, Voice - I am JayPac. I am Above Average Man. I am Jesse Williams. I am Diamond Kid. I am Giant. I am Angel. I am Porta Prince. I am Vacant. I am Specter. I am the past, present and future of OWF. For too long have I been ignored. Went to school and I was very nervous, Voice - I am the pride that is gone and for too long I have been absent. Hello teacher tell me what’s my
lesson, Voice - I am everything that OWF was. I am the voice that screams for change. I am the instrument that will bring about the difference needed. And I find it kind of funny, Voice - I am not here to assign blame. Or to judge. I am not here to talk…and hope that it will make a difference. I came to make a difference. I find it hard to tell you, The song fades off into the closing piano solo… Voice - I am Crucifix and by the end of Campus Chaos…my presence will be felt… Enlarging your world… The video switches off. Eventually the feed comes back to life as we see the ring is now clear, and everything has returned to normal inside the Arena. Falcoon - What the hell was that all about? Dunn - Fuck if I know. Spooked me out though. Kissens - Who in the world could that be? Falcoon - Who knows, probably another legend who will fizzle out in a week. Dunn - Don't say that. From next to the announcers booth, Missy rises up to her feet one last time -- clutching her microphone into the palm of her right hand. She heads off towards the steel steps fixed in the nearest corner to the time keepers table, and swiftly skips up the steps before hopping onto the apron. Falcoon - Well, am I allowed to say it's time for the Main Event. Dunn - Yes you are. Kissens - Good to see Dunn is now an announcer nazi. Dunn - Hey, I think jews can have announcing jobs! Falcoon - Ugh. Dunn - Just not mexicans. Missy Janson enters the ring and moves towards the absolute center -- turning herself to face the live cameras. Kissens - Okay that's great James. Now lets focus on six of the men who will be competing in Mardi Brawls on Sunday. Falcoon - I can't wait to see how they all work as a team. Missy lifts her right hand up to her mouth and speaks into the microphone. Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the Main Event of the Evening! The sold-out crowd rises to their feet and begins clapping feverishly. Missy Janson - It is a Six-Man Tag Team Match scheduled for a one-fall, with a thirty minute time limit. First team to secure a fall will win the match. The fans fall silent to listen in and pay attention to the introductions and entrances. Missy Janson - Coming to the ring, the first team -- First, from Seattle, Washington... "The Misfit" Spaz! The lights go out and the opening cords to Drain the Blood by The Distillers blares over the PA. They lights come on dim and the silouette of a figure stands on the stage. The figure turns his head and reveals himself to be "The Misfit" Spaz. The lights come back on fully and the crowd begins to roar. Spaz is wearing his leather jacket with a Misfits sweater, and his hair in Liberty Spikes as he makes his way to the ring. Fire pyro begins to engulf the stage and Spaz walks through the fire till he gets to the ring. He walks up the steps and gets into the ring via the middle rope. He removes the jacket and reveals "Legacy of Brutality" on the right sleeve of the sweater. He discards of his sweater to reveal a scared upper torso. He then stands in the center of the ring awaiting action. Dunn - Spaz does not look like a happy camper. Falcoon - To say he wants revenge on Plague would be an understatement. Missy Janson - Out next, the first of his two partners -- 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. He remains distant from Spaz. Falcoon - It's going to be interesting to see all of these different personalities now being forced to team together. Dunn - Only to be torn apart in six days, and have to face one another all over again! Missy lifts the microphone back up to her lips, continuing her introductions. Missy Janson - And finally, the last member of the first team -- 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. Kissens - Well, all three members of the first team are out. Dunn - And they don't seem to be on the same page at all. Falcoon - No surprise there. Piter keeps a watchful eye on Valtiel and Spaz as Missy lifts the microphone back to her mouth. Missy Janson - And their opponents -- First, from Manugua, Nicaragua... Vernon Somoza! PA System – Reggaeton Latino Bailen, yales The Lights turn Blue and White and they begin to flash with the bass of the Song. The Crowd begins to scream and cheer as Somoza walks out with Tan Fatigues on a Military Generals coat and a Military green hat on. He has on Sunglasses smoking a large Cigar and carries the Nicaraguan Flag on a pole and waves it towards the crowd. He walks towards the ring blowing smoke into the air, and slapping hands with a few fans along the aisle as the music blares. He steps into the ring and places the flag atop one of the corners and Salutes it. Then he stands atop the turnbuckles and waves it as the fans scream even louder than before. Dunn - Somoza seems to be a little on the backburner with Porta's success. Falcoon - You know, I was just thinking the same thing. Kissens - Well now is his chance to show the world what he has got. Falcoon - That is true. The music fades out and Somoza hops off of the turnbuckle. Missy Janson - Coming to the ring next, his partner -- from Toronto, Ontario, Canada... Plague! The arena goes still as the lights go black and a spot light shines on the entrance ramp. It reveals a man standing alone a guitar slung in front of him, wearing a black leather trenchcoat. PLAGUE STANDS ALONE! The figure turns around and slides the pick up the guitar string, creating a loud screech of feedback throughout the arena. 1, 2, 3, 4! AWWWWHHHHA FUCKIN HOSTILE!! The pyros flash behind Plague, creating a wall of sparks and smoke. He begins his way down to the ring, sliding the guitar behind him. The words the PLAGUE HAS STRUCK appear individually on the jumbotron behind him. Almost every day, I see the same face He stops halfway down to the ring and smiles at the crowd, before pulling his shades off and sprinting forward leaping up onto the apron and turns back towards the entrance and jumbotron. It now shows Plague's greatest feats in OWF, ASW and other feds. To see, to bleed, cannot be taught He walks along the apron and climbs onto the right turnbuckle and stares out into the crowd, before stretching his arms out, holding his guitar in his left hand and his right balled into a fist. The truth in right and wrong Plague seamless leaps down from the turnbuckle and walks to the a corner of the ring awaiting the bell as his music fades away into the last chorus. To see, to bleed, cannot be taught Falcoon - Plague has had quite the impact since coming back. Dunn - Lets see how well he can keep it up here. Missy again lifts the microphone up to her mouth to announce the final competitor to enter. Missy Janson - And finally, the last competitor of their team -- from Love Valley, North Carolina... Dude JoB! "Scream" by Billy Idol starts to play as tye dye smoke shoots up from the entrance way as Dude JoB emerges from the smoke. His eyes focused but his mouth keeping a psychotic smirk on it. The fans boo or cheer for him, and he does care but he doesn't show it. He gets halfway down the rampway before he produces a tye dye bandana and wraps it around his head to keep the hair out of his eyes. He then walks down to the ring and leaps in, he poses for the crowd for a moment before signaling to the referee that he is ready to begin. Kissens - Look at that ring. Dunn - All six of these guys want to tear one another apart. Missy quickly exits the ring, while the referee moves his head back and forth to check if each team has selected a legal man. Spaz steps onto the outside apron, prompting Plague to do the same as well. Valtiel and Svoboda stare at one another, with Valtiel pushing Piter back into the corner. Across the ring, Somoza steps forward as DJ darts through the ropes. Falcoon - Looks like Somoza and Valtiel will start things off. Dunn - You know Somoza wants revenge on Valtiel for that fall at Funeral of Hearts. The referee calls for the bell. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Vernon Somoza and Valtiel square off, circling one another and keeping a watchful eye on their remaining opponents as well. They grow closer and closer together before locking up into a collar and elbow tie up. The two big men struggle to gain the leverage of the hold, but they end up just pushing each other all around the ring -- eventually ending up with Somoza pushing Valtiel back-first into one of the corners. The referee steps in and calls for a clean break -- which Vernon Somoza grants Valtiel as he back peddles into the middle of the ring with his arms raised in the air. The fans clap the sign of good sportsmanship while Valtiel drags himself out of the corner. Falcoon - Man has Somoza changed. Dunn - Few months ago he would have poked someones eye out in that situation. The two men circle the ring, watching one another very intently as they inch closer towards the center. Again Somoza and Valtiel lock up in a collar and elbow tie-up, and neither can gain an advantage yet again. They push one another around the ring, struggling to trip one another up before Valtiel pushes Somoza back-first into the same neutral corner. The referee steps in and calls for a break, with Valtiel releasing his grasp on Somoza -- only to slap him across the cheek with his open right hand. Kissens - Uh oh. Dunn - That's a mistake Somoza lunges out of the corner -- taking Valtiel down to the mat with a double leg takedown, and immediately mounting him to deliver a series of closed-fisted right hands to Valtiel's face. Vernon pounds away at his adversary, unleashing his anger upon him and only stopping once he feels he has gained enough of an advantage to do so. Vernon stands up, grabbing Valtiel by his hair and dragging him up to his feet as he walks him back towards his teams' corner. Somoza extends his hand and Plague tags into the match, grabbing Valtiel into a side headlock while Somoza ducks out of the ring and stands on the apron next to Dude JoB. Falcoon - Plague is in now. Dunn - I'm surprised to see Somoza seeming as if he wants to work as a team with these guys. Kissens - He's a tag specialist. He knows how these things work. Falcoon - Exactly. He tightens the hold around Valtiel's neck, trying to weaken him -- but Valtiel is able to free himself with one swift elbow to the midsection of Plague. He presses his hand on the small of Plague's back and shoves him into a sprint towards the ropes. Plague turns and bounces off back first, and runs back towards Valtiel -- who bends himself over, looking to back body drop Plague. Instead, Plague is able to stop his momentum and grabs Valtiel in a front face lock -- turning it into a swinging neckbreaker as Plague spins himself and Valtiel down to the mat. Plague immediately stands up, while Valtiel rolls all the way back to his corner. Dunn - Valtiel didn't see that coming. Kissens - Plague is a veteran. He knows the ropes better than almost anyone. Plague motions for Spaz to get into the ring, but instead Svoboda tags himself into the ring. He springs himself up to the top rope, and leaps towards Plague who stands in the middle of the ring. He kicks his left leg upward at Svoboda as he flies down at Plague, and catches Piter right across his stomach with a crushing shin kick that knocks the wind out of him. Piter drops to his left knee, gasping for air while Plague stands over him and extends his arms downward -- clutching Piter around both sides of his head. Dunn - Although Plague wants Spaz, he has no problem laying a hurting on Svoboda. Falcoon - His hatred for him almost runs deeper than his for Spaz. Kissens - I'd say it's probably a lot deeper for Svoboda. From behind him, Plague hears Dude JoB calling into the match -- so he drags Piter back towards his corner, and tags in DJ. He comes into the ring as Plague exits, and immediately begins punching away at the face of Svoboda, knocking him down every time he connects with his swinging right hand. He grows bored of this and waits for Svoboda to get up to his feet. Once he does, Dude JoB boots him right in the stomach and grabs Piter in a front face lock. He tosses Svoboda's right arm over the back of his head and hoists him up into the air -- holding him in the vertical suplex position. Dunn - That's not much of a feat since Svoboda is only about a buck-fifty when soaking wet. Falcoon - And with two bricks in his pocket. Dunn - Why would he have bricks in his pocket? Falcoon - It's an expression. Dunn - You lost me. Somehow Svoboda is able to get out of DJ's clutches and lands on his feet behind him. Piter hesitates for a moment, and is struck with a back elbow from Dude JoB that knocks Svoboda backwards up against the ropes. Wasting no time, DJ runs at Svoboda looking to clothesline him over the top -- but instead Svoboda bends down, and is able to back body drop DJ over the top rope. Mid-flight, DJ grabs the top rope with both hands and swings his legs back towards the ring -- driving the soles of his boots into the small of Piter's back, and sending him sliding across the mat. Falcoon - What a counter by Dude JoB. Kissens - I thought he was going to fly into our laps for a second there. Dunn - And wouldn't you have loved that. Kissens - No! I love my Greggy. Dude JoB quickly gets back into the ring, as Svoboda claws his way to his corner and tags in Spaz. Falcoon - Finally, Spaz is in. Dunn - He doesn't seem too thrilled. Kissens - That's because he's probably focused on Plague. Dunn - That or Mardi Brawls -- which Plague will be in, as well. Spaz and Dude JoB run towards the middle of the ring, with Spaz ducking a clothesline attempt and striking DJ from behind with a forearm strike. Spaz continues his assault, laying any sort of right arm strike he can muster to the back of DJ's head and neck -- eventually dropping him down to his knees. The second he falls, Spaz drags Dude JoB back to his feet -- only to swing him back down to the mat with an arm drag, right into a stern arm bar that keeps DJ on the mat. Spaz wrenches on DJ's arm, putting all of his strength into the arm bar while Dude JoB does his best to fight it off. Eventually DJ is able to roll back up to his knees, and relieves the pressure on his arm -- allowing him to stand back up to his feet. Spaz maintains the hold on Dude JoB's right arm, and in-turn is irish whipped as DJ throws Spaz across the ring towards the nearest set of ropes. Spaz barely has anytime to react, but somehow turns and bounces off back-first -- charging back at Dude JoB who grabs him around his torso. DJ locks his hands behind Spaz's back, and tosses him over his head with a release Belly to Belly Suplex that sends Spaz crashing flat across his back. Dunn - DJ just showed how versatile he can be. Kissens - He's a top competitor here. Falcoon - Don't count Spaz out yet. The fans start cheering as Dude JoB hops back to his feet while Spaz holds onto his lower back. DJ doesn't allow Spaz anytime to recover as he approaches him and grabs a hold of his left foot. He drags Spaz along his back and into the middle of the ring -- before dropping his left elbow across Spaz's extended left knee. Dude JoB picks himself right back to his feet and extends his elbow a second time, but Spaz rolls himself out of the way and DJ strikes the mat with the second elbow drop attempt. Spaz slowly picks himself up to his feet, while Dude JoB shakes his left arm after missing on the elbow drop and drags himself up as well. He isn't able to get up to his feet, because as soon as Spaz gets back to his he boots DJ right in the stomach and keeps him grounded upon his knees. Dunn - Spaz is lucky, he could have suffered some serious damage going into Mardi Brawls. Spaz limps away from DJ and back to his corner, tagging in Valtiel who storms into the ring. He rushes the kneeling Dude JoB and tries to kick him in the face. DJ ducks and is able to roll Valtiel down to his shoulders with a school boy roll up. The referee dives down to the mat and makes the count. 1... 2... Valtiel rolls himself out of the pinning perdicament and stands himself up to his feet. DJ hops back up and runs at Valtiel, leaving his feet and executing a running dropkick to his right knee. This drops him down to it immediately, and allows Dude JoB a few precious seconds to recooperate. He stands back up to his feet and moves very slowly towards his corner, as Valtiel takes notice of this and presses himself back up to his feet in pursuit of DJ. Falcoon - He's too late. Dunn - DJ needs to get out. Kissens - He's going to! Dude JoB leaps forward and tags in Vernon Somoza, who rushes into the ring and takes Valtiel with a running clothesline. Svoboda re-enters the ring and charges at Somoza, and is also disposed of with a clothesline. Spaz remains on the outside of the ring, not wanting any part of Somoza -- who is attacked by Valtiel from behind with a clubbing forearm that drops Somoza down to a kneeling position. Valtiel continues clubbing down upon the back of Somoza, trying to keep him from getting back to his feet -- and does a good job of it at first. Eventually Valtiel weakens and is forced to stop dropping strikes upon Somoza, and lifts him up to his feet while he is still dazed. Kissens - Valtiel has to keep the pressure on Somoza. Falcoon - His entire team seems to be outmatched tonight. Valtiel presses Somoza back against the nearest ropes -- where Plague is able to slap the back of Somoza and tag himself in. Valtiel irish whips Somoza, still thinking he is the legal man while Plague stands right behind him -- waiting for him to turn around. Dunn - Plague is going to wait it out. Somoza is able to hook the top rope with both arms, and pulls himself from the ring -- as Valtiel looks on in shock. He reaches the ropes and leans over to confront Somoza, who grabs Valtiel by the back of the hair and drops him throat-first across the top rope. Falcoon - Valtiel has no idea Plague is the legal man. Kissens - He needs out of there! Valtiel rolls towards his corner, choking on his own saliva as Plague watches on. Spaz is about to tag himself into the match, but sees Plague winding up for a superkick. Valtiel gets up to his feet as Spaz hops off of the apron and starts to leave. Dunn - Hahaha! Spaz is out of here. Kissens - I can't blame him, he's the only one who executed any offense for his team. Plague cracks Valtiel across his jaw with the Superkick -- knocking him out cold as he falls to the mat. Somoza rushes around ringside and pulls Svoboda down to the floor to keep him from breaking up the count as Plague lays on top of Valtiel. Falcoon - That's it! The referee slides in and makes the count. 1... 2... 3! Missy Janson - The winners of this match... the team of Vernon Somoza, Plague and Dude JoB! Falcoon - Now those three men have a bit more momentum walking into Campus Chaos and Mardi Brawls. Dunn - Except they'll be on opposite sides then. Kissens - Yep, it's every man for himself. Falcoon - Just like in King of the Mountain -- so all six of these men, in addition to Trent Steel, are no strangers to taking on large masses of opponents. All three men have their arms raised together, awkwardly staring at one another before all heading their separate ways to the cheers of the fans. Dunn - Except, placing in the top four is going to give the competitors something in return for their efforts. Kissens - I'd hate to be in that bottom three. Falcoon - Well we will just have to wait six days, when we come to you live from the University of Florida for Campus Chaos! Kissens - Goodnight, y'all! The feed cuts from the shot of the arena emptying out -- before fading to black.
The cameras open back up in the parking garage. There we see President Chase Johnson running from the Arena, making a dash towards his waiting limosuine. He passes through security while throwing his black suit jacket over his back. Security Guard - Have a nice night, Mr. Johnson. Prez CJ - Thanks Jim. CJ walks out into the parking garage and looks around for his limosuine -- which is usually waiting right outside of the arena. He starts to panic, with his eyes darting right to left when he notices the headlights of his limosuine pull up to the curbside. CJ sighs a breath of relief, but then raises his eyebrow as he stares through the passengers window. It rolls down, with Chase getting a good look inside. Driver - Everything alright, sir? Prez CJ - Yeah Chester. Just making sure I had my favorite driver. CJ walks towards the back of the limosuine and cautiously opens the door. He peers inside, checking out the interior to find it vacant. With that, he enters and slams the door shut behind him. Within seconds the limosuine pulls away from the curb and heads for the exit. The moment it goes into motion -- a loud groaning engine is heard roaring off the concrete walls. From seemingly out of nowhere, the same forklift used to pin JC in his locker room strikes the limosuine right at the back door -- with both forks piercing the windows and stopping the limo immediately. It doesn't stop there as the forklift pushes the limosuine all the way up against the concrete wall at speeds near thirty miles per hour. Smoke, flames and a thick glass-dust rise into the air as the fork lift comes to a stop. The camera switches to see the driver exit and walk towards the totalled limosuine, encasing the President in a fiery mesh of twisted steel. He is identified as JC, who stares blankly at the fire that rises from the limosuine. The feed then fades to the OWF logo -- then to black within seconds. |
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