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Larry King: We're here. This is it. Tonight, Zack Perry presents OWF High Voltage live on Pay Per View. Thank you for joining us; I'm Larry King.
Mancow: And I'm President Bush. These people in Miami aren't that dumb, Larry. Way to state the obvious. Allow me. Tonight, High Voltage, we've got an all-star line-up of the greatest talent the OWF has to offer. These men are ready to hurt, maim, and kill in order to get the job done here tonight.
Larry King: This is an OWF pay per view event, which means that our men, and woman, will stop at nothing tonight. Everyone's ready to take professional wrestling to the next level. Sources even have it that Kremlin has postponed ASW's pay per view event from July in order to avoid head to head competition on air.
Mancow: Maybe he just realized that his World Champion Zack Perry, North American Champion Greg Jackson, TV Champion and Tag Team Champions Meca Blight, and Cruiserweight Champion Prissy were going to be here, turning up for the real competition on the greatest stage in the sport.
Larry King: OWF talent has a stranglehold on ASW's titles, proving us as the cream of the crop, the true elite of the sport. This is OWF, the greatest place on earth.
Mancow: From the greatest place on earth to "The Happiest Place On Earth", our first match-up is going to pit Prissy against Angel of Death fighting in Disney World. We've got our cameras, our referee, and two of our top talents there ready to start things off.
The big screen swaps to an image of the bustling intersection outside Buzz Lightyear's Space Ranger Spin. A smaller gentleman unbuttons a flannel shirt, pulling it open to reveil the black and white stripes of a referee and starts rapidly shaking a cowbell. A few people look at him, almost as if he's panhandling, and he's quick to hide the bell once more, carefully watching the crowd. In a matter of moments, the camera finds Angel of Death in the crowd, the large man sitting on a bench, a Disney World park map opened in front of his face, his eyes darting over the crowd from over top of the map, searching for Prissy. A woman pushing a baby carriage stops a few feet shy of AoD, digging into the carriage to fuss with the baby, then spinning around quickly, pulling a brick out of the carriage and cracking AoD across the jaw. The big man topples backwards over the bench and the woman jerks off her sunglasses and hat, shaking down her rich hair and revealing herself as Prissy. AoD leaps over the bench, clocking Prissy with a diving clothesline which sends her spilling several feet away as the passerbys stop, a crowd rapidly gathering. AoD pounces onto Prissy, hammering down his huge hamlike fists into her face while the braver men from the crowd step in, grabbing him from behind and trying to pull him off in an effort to help this woman. Prissy gets back to her feet, dusting herself off for a moment, then plants her knee to AoD's groin, dropping him to his knees. Turning back to the baby carriage, Prissy takes out the PDA Title belt gingerly, then slams it across AoD's face, knocking him down flat. With a hop to the bench, Prissy steps to the seat back, then flips through the air with a rear flip knee drop to AoD's throat. The crowd takes a few more steps back, giving the two of them more room as Prissy makes it apparent she can take care of herself. Hooking a leg on AoD, Prissy makes a pinfall and the referee drops to the sidewalk. 1... AoD literally throws Prissy off of his chest, tossing her several feet away and getting back to his feet while she breaks into a sprint into the crowd. The crowd begins to part from the opposite direction as two Disney World security officers make their way through, and AoD rushes off the direction Prissy disappeared, disappearing into the crowd quickly.
Larry King: Our cameras seem to have lost track of Prissy and AoD for the time being, but as soon as we find them, you'll see the feed. This is the OWF and it's all live!
Mancow: No need for the action to stop, just because we're waiting on those two. This could be a while, and we're all fired up.
Larry King: Of course not, High Voltage is too jam packed full of action to stop, and these four men will stop at nothing for the OWF Tag Team Titles.
Geraldo: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following is a Tornado Tag Team match scheduled for one fall and is for the OWF Tag Team Championship. Introducing first, the challengers, at a combined weight of four hundred seventy one pounds, Greg Jackson and Silkk: The Yooouuungbloooooooodz!
Playa You Don't Know by Slim Thug starts over the PA and the audience bursts into cheers simotanious to the large explosion of sound and strobe of lights flashing over the entrance. Jackson and Silkk stand on the stage, Jennifer a few steps behind, as the glare of the pyrotechnics fade. The chants of "Young-Bloodz! Young-Bloodz! Young-Bloodz" begins to flood the arena as Jackson and Silkk march down the aisle, slapping hands with the fans on opposite sides of the ramp, scores of people leaning in at the railing, a sea of arms desparate to just touch them. Jackson slides into the ring under the bottom rope while Silkk climbs through the ropes, Silkk and Jackson climbing up opposite turnbuckles and throwing their hands up over their heads, inciting more screams and cheers from the crowd.
Geraldo: And their opponants, the reigning OWF World Tag Team Champions, the combined team of SEEETH PRIIICE and "The Bleeder of Innovation" JAAAKE GOOOOOOOOD!
The PA system screams out "GOOD-NIGHT!" as Livin' On The Edge by Aerosmith pipes into the arena. Jake Good steps through the curtains, side by side with a disgruntled Seth Price. Good raises Price's hand, both men holding up their Tag Title belts in opposite hands, then dramatically Good jerks Price's arm down, pulling him forward and planting a knee into Price's midsection, doubling Price over. Grabbing Price with a gutwrench, Good jerks him up overhead and turns, throwing him off the edge of the stage with a powerbomb. Price smashes into the stage panel, pyrotechnics bursting off at random as he rolls over switches and toggles, dropping to the floor, clutching his ribs in pain. Good throws his hands over his head again as the audience booes at this dramatic turn of events while the Crypt of Good entourage floods through the curtains, crowding the platform around Jake Good.
Jake Good: It would seem as if Seth Price had unfortunate accident during our entrance. He really should be more careful. But I guess I'll need substitute partner for match. Whoever wants to hold OWF Tag Team Championship with Jake Good, raise your hand.
The stagefull of midgets all throw their hands eagerly over their heads, but standing a full foot taller than the midgets, Tad O Minor's hand towers above the rest. With a handgun point, Good points at Minor.
Jake Good: Tad O Minor will be my partner here tonight. Together, we are unbeatable. Together, we will crush Youngbloodz. And if you don't believe us, we've got two words for you: GOOD-NIGHT!
The audience booes and heckles as the Crypt of Good makes their way to the ring, Good grabbing Minor by the seat of his pants and throwing him into the ring without much consideration for his welfare, then climbing into the ring and beginning to do a head-count on all of the other Crypt of Good members at ringside, using his hands and rapidly running out of fingers. Satisfied, Good turns to the referee as the bell sounds.
The screen blinks back to an image from Disney World, this time outside The Haunted Mansion, and the audiences cheers die out immediately, all eyes on the screen. It's Prissy, hurriedly heading down the sidewalk, the PDA Title belt in a plastic shopping bag for souveniers in an effort to not draw attention to herself. Prissy passes by The Haunted Mansion when AoD raises up behind her, out of hiding from behind one of the mock tombstones. Snapping the gravestone from the set, AoD steps out behind Prissy, Prissy only just managing to turn around and spot him before AoD smashes the plaster gravestone down over her head, the headstone breaking and raising into a cloud of white dust as Prissy is knocked abruptly to the sidewalk. With a vicious kick to the ribs, AoD knocks Prissy into the grass, then grabs her by the hair, dragging her behind the "mansion" building and near the back fence. lifting Prissy from the ground, AoD holds her by the throat and ankle, slamming her first off the back of the building, then bouncing her face first into the fence. Jerking Prissy upright once again, this time AoD hooks her up, wrenching her overhead for a powerbomb. Prissy flips backwards, tossing AoD overhead instead with a huricanrana. Springing back to her feet, Prissy sprints at the side of the mansion, stepping against the wall and running a few steps up the wall before flipping backwards with a moonsault, landing across AoD's chest and hooking up a leg for a pinfall. 1... 2... AoD pulls his shoulder up, then brings a fist down over Prissy's back, battering her flat down on the grass, AoD raising up on his knees and straddling Prissy, grabbing her by the hair and raising her up, slamming her face down repeatedly into the ground. Rolling her over on her back, Prissy lets out a loud scream cut short as AoD claps his hands around her throat and begins choking the air out of her. Prissy fights against him, battering his face with punches and clawing at his eyes, her efforts weakening as she struggles to breath, finally drooping back towards the ground, unable to do anything, when two Disney World employees walk around the corner, checking up on Prissy's scream. AoD looks up at them, then plants a kiss over Prissy's lips.
security 1: Hey! Hey! Hey! Break it up, you too. This is a family park.
security 2: There's a place for this stuff. Head back to your hotel.
AoD raises back to his feet, pulling Prissy up in his arms in a bridal carry.
Angel Of Death: Sorry. She can't control herself sometimes.
Prissy opens her mouth to say something, but AoD claps his hand over her mouth cutting her off.
Angel Of Death: Don't, honey. You'll get us into even more trouble. I swear, this girl's all emotion.
AoD heads off around the corner while security turns away, Prissy kicking and struggling against the big man, wiggling her way out of his grip. With a snap kick forward between AoD's legs, Prissy drops him to his knees, then grabs her sack with the PDA title belt in it and smacks it down over his head, knocking AoD back to the grass. Grabbing AoD by either ankle, Prissy jerks his legs apart with a wishbone legsplitter, then leg drops between his legs to his groin, leaving AoD rolling over in pain onto his hands and knees, clutching himself in pain. With a kick to his behind, Prissy sends AoD's head into mansion wall. Prissy jumps overhead, grabbing the ledge of a window overhead and pulling herself up, delicately perched ten feet overhead as AoD raises back up. Prissy leaps down with an overhead flipping neckbreaker, slamming AoD hard to the ground and throwing an arm over him for the cover. 1... 2... AoD throws Prissy off, rolling on top of her and hammering her down with a couple of huge right hands to the face. Prissy rakes AoD's eyes, blinding him, and squirms out from underneath him, spiking a kick into AoD's face and knocking him down flat as a few tourist begin to spot the scene spilling over from behind the mansion. Passersby gather quickly around Prissy and AoD as she stomps away at him. AoD sits up, reaching out.
Angel of Death: Stop her! That bitch just stole my wallet!
The confused crowd watching this dainty woman stomping down the huge man closes in quickly, surrounding Prissy tightly trying to pull her back. Prissy leapfrogs a tourist, clearing the crowd and breaking into a dead run while several people chase after her. A few stragglers help AoD back to his feet as he wipes a bit of blood from his lip. The tourists gauk at AoD, still a bit confused at how this was even possable. Brushing them off and heading Prissy direction, AoD mumbles back towards them.
Angel of Death: umm.... She had mace.
tourist: Ah. Fucking bitch.
AoD sprints off after Prissy, long since having lost sight of her, and both are soon gone from the camera's eye.
Mancow: Prissy's really taken the fight to Angel of Death. She's raising the bar for what people expect of a PDA Champion.
Larry King: But Angel of Death seems on the top of his game. I think Prissy in for a Disney "World of Hurt".
Mancow: Please don't. Just... don't try and make jokes. It never works. Just leave it to me.
Larry King: Then why don't you leave the match predictions to Kid Dynamo. We've got alot of talent here in OWF, the best in the world, and every match tonight is anyone's game.
Geraldo: The following is a Dumpster match and is for the OWF Network Championship. Introducing first, now in the ring, from Los Angelos, California, weighing in at two hundred fifteen pounds, GREEEG JAAAAACKSOOON!
Larry King: The last time these two men locked up, it was a brutal war with Jackson coming out on top. He's looking to repeat that feat again tonight, and this time claim the Network Title for his troubles.
Mancow: Don't forget though, Jackson just finished that brutal tag team match-up. And unless Jackson is ready to give it a hundred percent, he'll never survive Meca Blight.
Geraldo: And his opponant, weighing in at two hundred fifty five pounds, from unknown parts of Canada, he is the OWF Network Champion: MEEECAAA BLIIIIIGHT!
"Don't call it a comeback!" Meca Blight's voice hits the PA system. The music cuts in and Meca's own version of LL Cool J's "Mamma Said Knock You Out" begins blaring. The fans erupt as Meca Blight steps out onto the entrance ramp. He throws both hands up into the air, hoising up the OWF Network title belt in one hand, the ASW World Heavyweight championship in the other as a rainbow of pyros blow up from behind him. Meca begins strutting down towards the ring, giving high-fives to the fans as he raps with the music. He drops his belts at ringside, rolling into the ring, and runs over to the far ropes and begins shaking it furiously, then jumps up onto the closest turnbuckle and throws his arms up for the fans. As the music begins fading away Meca drops from the turnbuckle, turning to face Jackson who is pacing back and forth on the far side of the ring as ring attendants finish wheeling a large, green industrial dumpster down to ringside. There's a pause for a few moments where Meca and Jackson stare each other down while ring attendants situate the dumpster, then the bell sounds and both men explode into action. Meca leaps into the air with a spinning heel kick as Jackson lunges forward, tackling Meca out of mid-air and taking him hard to the mat. Rolling off of Meca and back to his feet, Jackson bounds into the corner, hopping to the middle rope and springboarding off to come out with a backflip moonsault catching Meca body to body as he tries to stand up. Meca hugs Jackson close to him, rolling over and over until both of them tumble under the bottom rope and spill to the floor on the outside. Jackson bounces off Meca, back to his feet and heads back for the ring, but Meca catches Jackson by the ankle, jerking him back to the outside and dropping him unceremoniously to the floor. Standing on Jackson's back, Meca pulls back on his legs in a boston crab fashion, folding Jackson backwards at a sickening angle. Jackson starts tapping his hand against the ground and Meca lets go, hopping around celebrating as Jackson gets back to his feet behind Meca. While the referee tries to explain to Meca the rules of a dumpster match, Jackson grabs Meca from behind around the midsection, throwing him backwards with a german suplex and driving Meca's head and shoulder hard into the cement. Backing up, Jackson hops onto the security rail, running along it like a balance beam while Meca gets back to his feet. Jackson leaps off into a corkscrew plancha, but Meca ducks, snapping upright as Jackson misses and passes overhead, and bouncing him firmly off the side of the dumpster.
[ ooc: Waiting for word from Rob and Brett ]
Camera feed cuts back to Disney World, outside of Cinderellabration. AoD appears to have given up an hope of disguise, towering over the crowd of tourists and muscling his way through them. The magical princesses parade rolls by, a large scale marching band piping out A Whole New World while the seven dwarves toss candy into the crowd. AoD steps off the curb into the path, scanning up at down the road as a large Cinderella carriage has to swerve to miss him. The final float rolls into sight holding perched the five Disney magical princesses. Ariel, the little mermaid, points down at AoD, then leaps from the float and smashes into him with a shooting star press. The crowd cheers as Prissy gets back to her feet in her ballroom gown, blowing kisses at the crowd. Security holds back, Prissy insisting this is all part of the show as she pulls AoD back up by the wrist, sending him spilling onto the float with an irish whip. The other princesses scatter as Prissy climbs back onto the float, taking off her princess tiara and hooking it around AoD's neck from behind, choking the life out of him. AoD snaps his head backwards into Prissy's face, busting open her lip, then grabs her around the waist and picks her up, planting Prissy onto a foam cloud from Jasmine's side of the float with a sidewalk slam. Pulling Prissy back upright, AoD hoists her overhead with a vertical suplex and the audience booes as he drives her head through the display of seashells with a brainbuster. Jerking Prissy out once more by the hair, AoD picks her up into a gorilla press, throwing Prissy hard into the "Magical Princess" logo, smashing her through several letters so it only reads "Magical Pri---ss". Prissy stands back up, looking at the giant logo around her, and waves to the crowd before leaping back at AoD with a huricanrana, her gown getting tangled over his face as Prissy flips AoD into a fake bush from Snow White's set. Sitting over his chest, Prissy scores the pinfall. 1... 2... AoD throws Prissy off of him, Prissy crashing off the side of the float and landing hard on the cement. AoD stands back up, kicking his way through the trees of the Snow White set, leaping off the edge of the float and battering down over Prissy with a double axe handle. Prissy sprints for the crowd, reaching the people in the front row before AoD catches her by the back of the gown, swinging her off the ground and slamming her into the side of the float. A plastic bag bounces off the float, the PDA title belt sliding out of it, as Prissy lands face down on the ground, holding her ribs in pain. AoD picks up the PDA title belt, holding it up overhead as the crowd begins booing again. Prissy stands up behind AoD, still holding her ribs in pain, and grabs the plastic bag. Turning back towards Prissy, AoD throws an incredably agile martial arts snap kick for Prissy's face. Prissy throws herself backwards, catching the edge of the float in her hands and swinging up, then flipping forward over AoD's head and coming down behind him, the plastic sack over his head. Prissy pulls it in tight, the bag sucking down to the shape of AoD's face as he suddenly can't breathe, Prissy still hanging on AoD's back. AoD throws himself backwards into the float, smashing Prissy's body against the wood and plaster. Prissy wraps her legs around AoD's waist, holding tight to the plastic bag over AoD's face as he suffocates, dropping to his knees, then collapsing face first. With a loud yell, Prissy pulls against the big man's weight, rolling him over, then dropping exhausted over his chest. 1... 2... 3...
Geraldo: Ladies and gentlemen, we have a winner. After over an hour in Disney World, our winner and still PDA Champion, PRIIIIISSYYY!
Mancow: She did it! That is one tough bitch.
Larry King: Oh come on. Angel of Death was thirty seconds away from the championship.
Mancow: Thirty seconds doesn't mean a whole hell of alot when it comes after the bell.
Cameras swap to center arena, the ring having been removed while eyes were turned to Disney World, a large steel grate laying on the floor, steel beams instead of turnbuckles and a tangled mess of barbwire replacing the ropes. A dozen flaming trashcans encircle the metal base as sportlights fall onto Geraldo.
Geraldo: The following match will be the Tears Round, finals of Blood, Sweat and Tears to determine the BeST in wrestling and name the next contender for the World Heavyweight Championship. It will take place in the House Of Pain, and this match will not finish until one of these two men gives the word. Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred thirty five pounds, from Pittsburgh, PA, "The Loose Cannon" BRYYYAAAN TAAAAANN!
Swamped by Lacuna Coil starts over the PA and the lights dim. Smoke floods the entrance, loud snapping explosions rippling down the entrance ramp ending in a burst of color to reveil Bryan Tann standing on the platform in his tight fitting singlet which reads "Never Quit". Behind him follows closely his wife, Melissa, as Tann marches towards the steel cage base, eyes hardened in focus. Ring attendants throw a peice of carpet over the barbwire, giving Tann a safe place to climb into the center of the giant square as Melissa watches him from the outside. Tann turns, staring up the ramp and watching the curtains, ignoring everything else as his music begins to fade.
Geraldo: And his opponant, from Brazil, South America, weighing in at two hundred twenty pounds, STAAAAARKEEER!
The stage brightens up with a flare as red and yellow pyrotechnic bursts fan out in all directions. As the glare dies, Starker stands on the stage, running both hands back through his hair as he looks down the ramp at Tann and the tangles of barbwire and steel. Bouncing on the balls of his feet, Starker takes off down the ramp at a jog, reaching the barbwire and hurdling over it to step into the center. Tann's eyes lock on Starker with a glare, but Starker brushes him off, turning towards the crowd instead and throwing his arms out celebrating. The crowd cheers as the House of Pain is lowered over them, being fastened into place by several metal pins, then with the dull, clanking sounds of rolling chains, then entire cage is slowly raised above the ground. Things grow quiet as all eyes turn upwards and twenty feet below a bell sounds. Tann and Starker circle each other in the cage, keeping towards the center. Tann steps forward, tieing up with Starker in a collar-arm grapple. Muscling Starker down, Tann bends him forward, then plants a knee into Starker's midsection. Tann lifts Starker for a gutbuster, but Starker rolls out of his grasp and over his head, coming down behind Tann and bringing him to the cage floor with a reverse bulldog. Starker drops down over Tann's back, grabbing him by the chin and wrenching back on his head with a camel clutch. Tann presses himself up with a push-up, Starker still sitting on his back, then Tann swings his legs around, sliding into a sitting position and reaches over his shoulder, grabbing a handfull of Starker's hair and jerking him forward, slamming Starker's face into Tann's own muscular shoulder. Tann stands up, jerking Starker upright by the hair and hooking him up, lifting Starker overhead with a vertical Tannplex which shakes the entire cage as Tann drives Starker's head to the cage floor. Tann jerks Starker back to his feet, whipping him towards the barbwire. Starker leaps, clearing the barbwire, landing feet first on the cage wall, then springing back to the center of the cage and taking Tann off his feet with a diving clothesline. Grabbing Tann by a leg, Starker grapvines him, twisting Tann's knee hard to one side. Tann's other leg snaps up, planting a hard boot to Starker's midsection and backing him off while Tann presses himself back to his feet, running a hand over his head and brushing off the sweat. Starker comes back in with front toe kick. Tann catches his leg, pinning it down to his side. Starker rocks in from the other direction with an enziguri, catching Tann in the side of the head and knocking him to one knee. Peeling his shirt off, Starker twists with a whipping motion, then steps over Tann from behind, wrapping it around his throat and choking. Tann coughs, digging his fingertips at his throat, clawing his way under the fabrice and tearing it away from his neck before dropping to his knees gasping for breath. Starker wraps his arms around Tann's neck with a rear chin lock, following up and cutting at Tann's air. Tann stands back to his feet, Starker behind him, and grabs Starker's head from over his shoulder, wrenching himself forward and throwing Starker over his shoulder with a snapmare to land flat on his back in front of Tann. A stomp over the bridge of Starker's nose from Tann scores first blood, Starker rolling away as the blood runs freely over his bare chest, Starker only looking angry. Starker dives in low at Tann's knees. Tann drops himself down hard overtop Starker as Starker catches him by the leg, pinning Starker to his chest with a front chancery, then forcing him down facefirst to the cage floor. Pinning Starker's head with one arm, Tann's free arm begins delivering hard fists to the side of Starker's ribs, battering and bruising him under Tann's clubbing blows. Starker's hands grip tightly around the cage floor, and he begins pulling himself hand over hand towards the barbwire, Tann's boots slipping backwards and costing him ground as Starker pushes both of them towards the cage wall. Tann drives a hard elbow down between Starker's shoulderblades, driving him back into the cage floor, but Starker continues to claw his way along and Tann's footing begins to slip under the barbwire, vicious metal cutting through the back of his boot and into his calf. Driving his weight down over Starker's body to bash him against the cage floor for a final time, Tann lets go, getting back to his feet and stepping more towards the center of the cage while Starker rolls back to his feet in the corner. Starker turns to the microphone mounted on the steel beam serving as a turnbuckle and taps it a few times.
Starker: Tann, you suck.
Tann looks unphased, closing in carefully on Starker, the brazillian finding himself trapped between Tann on one front and a mess of barbwire on either side. Starker allyoops up onto the steel post serving as a turnbuckle, and springs off into Tann with a flying cross body. Tann catches Starker across his chest, then throws him overhead with a fallaway slam which shakes the cage once again. Tann pulls Starker up again, whipping him hard to the corner. Starker bounces off the cold steel with a dull thud, the microphone feed whining for a moment after being struck, and grabs Starker by the arm, slinging him up over Tann's shoulders into a fireman's carry. Tann tosses Starker up into a gorilla press, then drops him forward, setting out one knee so Starker falls over it in a backbreaker. Tann drives a knee down into Starker's ribs as Starker rolls around on the cage floor, then hammers a big fist over Starker's eye, the whelt and bruising almost immediate. Starker grabs Tann by the wrist, sinking his teeth into Tann's thumb and refusing to let go as he gets back to his feet, driving first a palm strike and then a snap kick both to Tann's throat, stumbling him backwards. With a kick to Tann's midsection, Starker doubles him up and hooks his head, planting Tann now into the cage floor with a ddt. Starker pulls Tann back up, who's quick to shove Starker off, exploding at him with a thunderous clothesline. Starker ducks to Tann's side, bringing him down with a drop toe hold which spills Tann face first into the barbwire. Tann remains on his knees for a moment, pushing himself backwards and standing up slowly as the wire cuts against the back of his head and over his shoulders. His singlet breaks at both straps, hanging now fluttering from his waistline while Tann turns back from the barbwire, deep gashes in several places over his shoulders and arms. Starker stands confidentally in the corner, guesturing at the microphone with his thumb while Tann marches over, head low. Tann doesn't say a word as he reaches the corner, instead snapping a hand up and grabbing Starker by the hair, then bouncing Starker's head off the steel post and knocking him to the cage floor in a heap. Starker lashes out, kicking Tann in the side of the knee, dropping him hard, and Starker pounces on top of Tann, sitting over Tann's back, a hand on the back of Tann's head, grinding his face into the cage floor. Raking it back and forth over the metal, Tann splits open above the eybrow and across a cheekbone, droplets of blood raining down from the cage above and landing on a horrified looking Melissa. Tann looks down at her, then sits up with a roar, throwing Starker off his back and jumping back to his feet. Starker arm drags Tann to his opposite side, but Tann lands on his feet, his hands firmly clenched around Starker's wrist. Jerking Starker forward, Tann wraps his arms around Starker, nearly crushing him in a bearhug, then rocks around and slams himself down on top of Starker with a belly to belly Tannplex. Quick to pull Starker up once again, Tann tosses Starker over one shoulder, then powerslams him to the cage floor. Tann takes careful hold of Starker, starting to wrap him into the Tannmission. Starker rolls forward in a somersault, taking Tann over his back with him, and ends sitting on Tann's midsection. Grabbing Tann by the leg, Starker spins back to his feet, twisting Tann's legs into a standing reverse figure four. Tann's knee wrenches again and Tann howls, sitting up and burying a huge right into the small of Starker's back, freeing up his legs from yet another horrid attack to his knee. Tann gets back to his feet, favoring the one leg much more obviously now, and Tann seems unable to move too quickly on it as he fails his attempt to dodge a drop kick from Starker which knocks him backwards dangerously close to the barbwire again. Starker closes in for the kill. Tann throws a right hand at him. Starker dodges, catching Tann by the wrist and bringing down his elbow reversed over Starker's shoulder, then twisting it behind Tann's back in a hammerlock. Tann drives a back elbow into Starker's face, breaking the hold, then folds Starker in half with a knee to the midsection. Hooking Starker up, Tann gutwrenches him overhead with a powerbomb. Starker snatches ahold of the cage roof at the peak of the powerbomb, breaking free from Tann's grasp as Tann tries to throw him down until to find Starker's legs scissored around his neck, choking him while Starker hangs clinging to the ceiling. Tann reaches overhead, fishhooking Starker's face and grabbing ahold of his jaw, pulling down on Starker's head as Starker's fingers desparately claw to maintain his grip on the ceiling, his legs choking the air out of Tann's body. One of Starker's hands slip and Tann spins on his heel, Starker's arm twisting violently as his fingers remain tangled in the cage roof. Tearing his hand free from the roof, Starker sits on Tann's shoulder for just a moment before Tann turns towards the cage wall, his knee twisting and giving out underneath him, Tann toppling into the barbwire again, tearing Starker through it as well with an electric chair drop. Blood sprays over the cage as both men lay tangled in the razor sharp mess, Tann dragging himself out first, deep gashes running the length of his back as he gingerly tries to stand on his sprained knee. Starker follows slowly, one of his arms caught with barbwire tangled around his wrist. Turning back towards the trapped Starker, Tann bounces Starker's head off the wall of the cage with a big boot to his face. Tann grabs Starker around the midsection, tearing him backwards out of the barbwire with a german Tannplex. Blood sprays off of Starker's arm as the wire peels away the skin from his forearm while Tann tears him violently free, slamming him down into the center of the cage. Starker crawls away towards the corner while Tann follows him, jerking Starker to his feet by the hair and hooking him by the head. Turning towards the steel post, Tann throws himself backwards. Aftermath! Starker's head bounces off the steel, Starker looking up, one of his eyes red with blood. Tann wraps up with Starker again, forcing him back towards the barbwire when Starker pulls himself against the cornerpost, leaning to the microphone.
Starker: You win.
Tann stops cold and the audience goes deathly silent. Then, as the sound of chains grinding begins and the cage starts lowering back towards the ground, the audience errupts. The cage is separated, Tann climbing out and throwing his bloodied arms around Melissa while paramedics take to Starker, wrapping up his stripped forearm. The crowd cheers both men as the drag their battered, bloodied bodies back up the ramp and into the back.
Larry King: This is Zack Perry's gift to the world of wrestling. These men will stop at nothing to win. The OWF has never seen people willing to sacrifice themselves more for the championship.
Mancow: How can they do it? How can Bryan Tann hope to be able to compete against Jesse Williams after destroying himself like that? How can either of them dream of getting in the ring any time soon? They practically killed each other up there.
Larry King: Both Tann and Starker will be feeling this one for weeks to come, but come hell or high water, they'll be back in that ring. Men like these won't stop at anything short of championship gold.
Suddenly, the lights in the arena go out. A guitar is heard lightly on the PA system, and the arena is filled with as much confusion as darkness. The guitar riff turns into Green Day's "Boulevard of Broken Dreams"...
PA System: I walk a lonely road, the only road that I have ever known...
...the PA System cuts off and the lights come back on.
Larry King: What in the heavens was that?
Mancow: I'd say just a wrong button pushed by the high school dropouts in the PA department.
The cameras turn back towards the entrance area where two stages are set� Battle of the bands. Suddenly a huge pyro goes off and a bunch of explosions and Taproot bursts on to the stage and starts playing Poem by Taproot the fans are going nuts and then a few more pyros go off and out comes the champion Jesse Williams he walks slowly to the stage where Taproot is and gets on the stage headbanging and dancing to the music� The entire sold out arena is going nuts�Finally the song ends and Williams heads down to ringside the fans start booing as the music ends� he gets on the mic..
Williams: Fuck you too. When this is over you will never forget me because like it or not I am your hero I am your WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION.
A green fog suddenly starts to rise up from the depths of the arena as Williams the champion watches from the ring�Nobody knows what band Green selected�All the fans turn around. The words�.�Back to school� echoe and then the guitar starts playing it�s the DEFTONES!!!!Back to school starts to play by the deftones and then on the entrance way its Chris Green!!!! The fans are going nuts to the music as Green goes to the stage and gets on the mic�
Green: BACK TO SCHOOL!!! WE ARE THE LEADERS OF IT ALL!!!
Green hands the mic back to chino.. as Green exits the stage and goes down to the ring as the music simmers down�the fans start to boo loudly as Green just flips off the crowd�he is playing air guitar as he strolls down� Finally he enters the ring�Electric barbwire and all. Green and Williams are now face to face...eye to eye for the first time in years. The fans don't even know who to root for as these 2 are the most hated guys on wrestling. The bell sounds and Williams tackles Green with rights and lefts as they are just wrestling around the ring.. Williams sitting on Green laying into him over and over again. He lets Green back up, then Williams hitsan arm drag take over as Green is down... Green trying to wrestle his way out of it turns it into a head scissors as Williams escapes. Both back away from each other. Green now charges at Williams, but Williams again 1 step ahead with a drop toe hold as Green crashes into the mat... Williams turns it over into a camel clutch as Green grasping for not rope, but barbwire he tries to touch it... So far this has been a wrestling match of all things. Green is getting frustrated.,,they lock up again and Green with a knee to the mid section now Green with repeated right hands to Williams Face as Green smiles and chants WOOOOOO...the fans echoe it and just as Green turns around a clothesline by Williams!! Green back up and another clothesline by Williams!!! Williams with a clothesline for a 3rd time out of the ring over the barbwire!!! Green is bloody already on his back... Green massaging his back on the outside...NO COUNT OUT REMEMBER THAT! The ref is only there to award a decision by pinfall or submission...the ref is monitors this. Green now back up as he looks at the ring he just throws his hands up in the air and STARTS WALKING AWAY!!! What the hell what a coward! Williams gets out of the ring now and starts charging at Green and knocks him down...Williams has been dominating this match for over 6 minutes now. Williams now picks up Green and Slams him on the steel entrance Ramp.. Green's screaming. Williams now walking away trying to find a weapon.. he found a stop sign!!! Williams now raises it over his head and Green WITH A LOW BLOW!!!!! Williams now down on his knees... Green picks up the sign AND CRASHES IT ON WILLIAMS HEAD!!! Again !!! Again!!! LOOK AT THE DENTS IN THE SIGN DAMMIT!!!Green now throws it away standing over a battered Williams. Green now with a sidewalk slam on the ring ramp!!! They are now at the top of the entrance Green throws him into OWF TRON wall!!! Now they are into the back.. There is a table full of food there what the hell is Green doing?? He has a plate of vegetables and throws them in Williams face! Look at all that junk on Williams face.. He cant even see now with salad dressing in his eyes! The table is now bare.. Green picks Williams up and lays him on the table.. Green now runs and hits a leg drop and breaks the table with Williams on it!!! Green now yelling for the ref who makes the count 1...2..no!!! Williams with a kick out. Green now taking over the match as he gets Williams and throws him into the wall he grabs a chair slams it into Williams mid section. Looks like Green is concentrating on Williams midsection now as Williams is coughing up blood.. Green raises the chair, but Williams BLOCKS IT! DDT BY WILLIAMS!!! Green is out cold !!! Holy shit cover 1....2... GREEN WITH THE KICK OUT... I thought Green was dead dammit. Williams and Green are sluggish now as they are going toward the garage?? What the hell is going on here. Green now walking toward a car as Williams is...Wait what is Green doing?? He is grabbing his keys opens up the drivers door as Williams is half in the car with him.. Green kicks Williams out with a mule kick as Williams is on the garage floor.. Green PULLS AWAY AND DRIVES OFF!!!This is insane.. car chase now!Williams goes running and gets in a truck and starts to chase Green.. They are now in the parking lot!!! Williams is screaming at Green
Williams: You fucking cowardly bastard! Fuck you
Green yells out
Green: EAT SHIT ASSHOLE!!!
Green isn't looking at his driving and doesn't see a dead end ahead...Green has to come to a stop... Williams then CRASHES INTO GREEN'S CAR!! This is insane.. Green is out and bloody fully of glass... Williams airbags thank god opened up.. Williams pushes the airbags away and gets out of the car and drags Green's battered body while getting shot here and there.... They didn't get far as they are in the parking lot... Green's face crimson with blood. Green is half dead. Williams now picks up Green and slams him on the concrete... theres a dumpster as Williams is dragging Green to it. They finally get to it as Williams goes to Green, GREEN SPITS BLOOD IN WILLIAMS FACE!!! That's insane.. Green now picks up Williams and throws him down into the dumpster!!!!No ref in site here. Green now is pushing the dumpster and then pushes it downhill toward the arena!!!its out of control theres a car coming dammit, but thank god the car misses it, but the dumpster crashes into a parked car Green now walking toward where the dumpster went...Williams jumps out of the dumpster standing on it and then suicide dive on Green in the parking lot.. finally the ref is there 1.....2... GREEN KICKS OUT AGAIN! Now they are working their way back to the arena... Williams is dragging Green by his hair and slams his head into the doors.. Green back down on his knees as Williams stomps away at him.. They are now inside the arena again! They are now going to the 2nd floor of the arena this is insane? They are now in the 2nd level of fans.. Green now with a couple of rights and he hooks on a SUPLEX ON WILLIAMS ON TO THE HARD FLOOR DAMMIT!!! Williams is out of it.. Green for the cover 1..2.. no! Williams kicks out. Green now pulls Williams to his Feet and this a short clothesline... Green now handed an object by a fan? It's a beer bottle as he cracks it over Williams head!! It shatters all over the place... Williams is now bleeding all over the place... fans are chanting holy shit repeatedly... the fans are now getting out of the way as Green is dragging Williams to the ledge!!!holy shit don't do it Green! He is gonna push Williams off the 2nd floor!! Williams gets out of the way HOLY SHIT!!!! GREEN TO CRASHES INTO A TABLE ON THE 1ST FLOOR!! HES OUT OF IT DAMMIT! Williams is woozy looking around? He sees Green below him on the 1st floor he points at himself in disgust as the fans are chanting “JESSE JESSE” He HITS THE DEATH FROM ABOVE- SWANTON BOMB!!! ON GREEN!!! This is insane!!! More holy shit chants and now OWF CHANTS start...some time passes as Williams finally throws an arm on Green !!! 1....2... THRE NO!!!! Green kicks out by god! How the hell??!! Williams is now yapping at the referee... What the hell is Williams doing DDT ON THE REFEREE!!!! Fans start cheering louder than they have all match... Green now from behind side Russian leg sweep!!! Williams is down and Green now slaps on a boston crab!!! Williams is screaming in pain now... hes turning pale...Still in the middle of the crowd.... A new referee goes running through the crowd to check on Williams...Williams is NOT QUITTING DAMMIT! All hell is breaking loose... Green rears back even harder on it...yelling for Williams to give up, but Williams just wont do it.. Green finally releases the hold... he stands over Williams who can barely move and now starts dragging him toward the ring! They are finally heading back to the ring for the first time since the opening minutes... Green tosses him into the ring...Green walks over to the announcers table and grabs a chair. He now rolls back into the ring avoiding the electric barbwire... he stands over Williams and raises the chair over his head as the fans boo loudly... he swings and WILLIAMS OUT OF THE WAY.. Williams back up! How the hell??!!Repeated rights to Green and he drops the chair.. Williams sends GREEN INTO THE BARBWIRE AND IS ELECTRICUTED!!! Holy shit!!! Green now down on the mat twitching... bleeding as the fans are cheering for Williams
Mancow: Williams has the upper hand now it seems.
King: It's getting out of hand now.
Williams looks to the corner, but unfortunately, knows that he cannot perch to do the Swanton Bomb. He grabs Green off the mat, and lifts him into a gorilla press slam. He walks to the side of the ring, HE THROWS CHRIS GREEN INTO THE FRONT ROW. A few fans get knocked over by Green. Williams looks at Green and he looks out to the fans who are cheering. Williams grabs the chair off the mat and he opens it, then places it near the barbedwire where he threw Green over. Williams goes to the opposite side of the ring and he runs towards the chair, he plants one foot on it, pushing himself off the chair and going flying towards Green as he nails him with a HUGE bodysplash, knocking over even more fans as they all chant "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Mancow: OWF- where the fans get really involved!
Both men struggle to get to their feet, but as soon as they both do, they go right back to fighting, their brawling eventually tumbles over the guardrail back to the apron as both men nail each other with rights and lefts, trying to get the upper hand. Eventually Green gets the upper hand, nailing Williams with a few consistent stiff shots to the face. Green stands and mocks the crowd as he goes to pick up Williams, but Williams pushes him back and Green nails his head on the ringpost, and he falls to the ground. Both men lay on the outside of the ring- but suddenly, the lights cut out
Mancow: What the hell?
King: Looks like we lost power.
Mancow: Must have been that damn ring.
The lights flicker back on, and both men are struggling to get up. Green pulls himself up on the apron, and he grabs the barbedwire ropes- but doesn't get shocked
King: Well, the wires are no longer electrified.
Green looks shocked as he slides into the ring, soon after followed by Williams. Green gets a second wind and stands immediately, grabbing the set up chair Williams springboarded off of, closing it up, and slamming it on the back of Williams's head. Green drops the chair as Williams falls lifeless, and he grabs Williams by his legs dragging him to the center of the ring. Green picks up Williams legs, and he steps through- He locks on the Sharpshooter as Williams screams in pain in the middle of the ring.
Mancow: Sharpshooter! Look at the fight Williams is putting up!
Williams pounds his fists on the mat as the referee checks on Williams, he is bleeding heavily as Green sits back on Williams's legs, wrenching harder and harder. Williams tries pushing his body up to reverse the hold, but Green doesn't budge. A puddle of blood starts to form where Jesse has his head pressed up against the mat. Suddenly, he gets his second wind and in a quick struggle, he flips Green off his legs and Williams sits back on Green, locking in his own Sharpshooter.
King: Williams with one of his own!
Green screams in pain as blood flows from his forehead as well. It starts to form a puddle as suddenly, the lights cut out again
Mancow: Bare with us, we seem to be having technic-
PA System: YOU CAN NEVER BEAT US!
King: What the hell!?
The lights flicker back on, and in the ring, right infront of Williams- is CAMERON FROST
Mancow: King, by god, thats CAMERON FROST!
King: What the hell is he doing here?!
He smirks cockily, dropping a small duffel bag in his hand, as Williams realises who it is, he releases the hold and as he charges Frost, Frost pivits and nails Williams with a HUGE sidekick, sending Williams down to the mat in a heap. The fans boo heavily as Frost stares down at Williams
Mancow: Well we see now!
Frost grabs Green and he drags him over to Williams's body and he lays his arm on top of him
King: No, not like this!
The referee drops into place...1...2...kickout by Williams
Mancow: HE KICKED OUT!!
Frost looks furious as he starts to stop on Williams, trying to kick him to death. Frost backs off, and he opens up the duffel bag, pulling out a pair of long rubber gloves and wirecutters
King: What the hell are those for?
Frost walks to the barbedwire ropes, and he sees the electricity flowing through the barbedwire. He cuts off the top barbedwire rope, and he puts the cutters down as he takes the whole top barbed wire rope off the ring, disconnecting it from its electricty sorce. Frost ravels it into a loop and he walks to Williams, who is trying to get up. Frost takes the wire and starts wrapping it around Williams, who is still outcold. Frost wraps Williams all around, and he takes the end of the barbedwire, and re-connects it to the power source- immediately Williams starts to get shocked
Mancow: Oh my god!
King: He's convulsing!
Williams shakes, and vomits a white frothy substance from his mouth. Frost smiles as Williams skin starts to burn from the electricity. Williams passes out from the pain, as his body continues to get shocked- lifeless. The fans all sit in horror as Williams lays motionless in the ring, still wrapped in barbedwire. Frost cuts the wire from Williams, and peels it back from his skin. There are significant burn marks all over Williams's body, in the form of barbed wire. Frost smirks and he looks down at Williams, then he gets down and he gets into Williams's hear and starts to talk in his hear, but Williams is barely conscious- just a shell right now it seems
Mancow: We need EMT's, now!
King: This is serious. What kind of human being would do that to another?
Green wakes up and he sees Williams laying down on the mat as Frost stands. Green crawls to Williams and puts his arm on him.
King: Damnit no!
The referee drops into place...1...2...thre- KICKOUT BY WILLIAMS
King: HOW IN THE HOLY HELL DID HE KICK OUT OF THAT?
Mancow: Heart.
Green rolls off and Frost looks down at Williams and he picks Williams up by his hair, but Williams cant even stand up by himself. Frost holds him up as Green makes his way towards Williams, and Green kicks him in the stomach- FALL FROM GRACE
Mancow: This is sick!
Williams's head bounces off the bat, as vomit and blood cover the ring now. Green rolls over Williams...1...2...3!
Geraldo: Your winner, and new OWF World Heavyweight Champion, CHRIIIS GREEEEEEEEN!
Green walks to the outside raising the belt high with Frost by his side... the fans are in absolute shock... Green grabs a microphone from the ring announcers table.
Green: Cold Grass... reunited tonight with me now the KING OF THE OWF. DK eat your fucking heart out you stupid son of a bitch! Williams did you really think I didn’t have an ace up my sleeve? Well your finished the way your meant to be finished! By the hands of me and Frost. Like it or not we OWN YOU. You can defeat everyone Jesse, but when it comes to cold grass your nothing! All you fans out here? I am your hero, I am your fucking god show me some god damn respect!
The fans boo loudly as Williams is laying motionless in the ring
Green: Low life pieces of scum... I give you the match of your lives and you return the favor by booing me? Fuck you all seriously.
EMT's come out and cut open the rest of the barbed wire to get into the ring, which they do, and immediately attend to Williams. It is noticable they are doing CPR on him, trying to revive him
Mancow: Williams could be in serious trouble here.
Mancows words hang hauntingly in the air as the OWF logo graces the screen and High Voltage fades to a close.