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The cameras pan in to the sold out Staples Center in Los Angeles, California. The fans are going wild as they prepare themselves for the biggest card to hit L.A. in a long time. Lights flash all over the arena, and music pumps through the PA as every one is having a great time. We cut down to ringside to the announcers booth. Falcoon - AHHHHHOOOOOOOOO! CLASH OF CHAMPIONS! Burst - My last card! WHOOOO! Kissens - Sigh, I hate you guys. Falcoon - Whatever. Welcome OWF fans. We are proud to bring you Clash of Champions. Kissens - Long run for the OWF. Burst - No kidding! Falcoon - We have a jam packed card for all of you tonight. Kissens - We sure do, y'all. Burst - It looks like we may be getting underway right now. Missy Janson - Hello OWF fans around the world, welcome to Clash of Champions! The fans go bezerk as they all scramble back to their seats. Missy Janson - Our first match of the night is scheduled for a one-fall. It is the final match for our first competitor, give a warm OWF send-off to our resident LillyAss...James Dunn! PA System - I AM A REAL AMERICAN...DUNN...FIGHT FOR THE RIGHTS OF EVERY MAN...DUNN...I AM A REAL AMERICAN...DUNN...FIGHT FOR WHAT'S RIGHT, FIGHT FOR YOUR LIFE! The is silence as the darkness consumes the arena. The fans immediately begin to shake the entire arena, waiting fo Dunn. Falcoon - This is the last time the fans will see this incredible entrance! And this incredible man! The ever famous "I am a Real American" starts up, as the guitar chords echo throughout the arena. The fans jump up to their feet as they look to the stage. Suddenly, red and yellow lights start flashing in every which direction. From the back, we see James Dunn strut out. He has a red and yellow feather boa around his neck, wearing the classing yellow spandex tights, red boots. He has his mustache bleached extremely blonde, while his beard is the same color it was before. He wears a yellow bandana, that in red has the word "Dunnamania" duct taped across it. PA System - When it comes crashing down and it hurts inside.. DUNN, DUNN, DUNN, DUNN; DUNN-DUNN-DUNN-DUNN PA System - You gotta take a stand, it don't hurt to hide.. DUNN, DUNN, DUNN, DUNN; DUNN-DUNN-DUNN-DUNN PA System - If you hurt my friends, then you hurt my pride. I gotta take a stand, I can't let it sliiiiide! He holds the LillyAss Title like its a guitar, strumming it as he continues to strut down the ramp. The fans are going ape shit. Red and yellow confetti drop from the ceiling, as he slowly makes his way down the aisle. He keeps his eyes locked on his opponent as Dunn climbs up the steel stairs. He gets into the ring and he immediately walks to the ropes closest to the camera. He waves his arm around in a circle, then puts it to his ear as the fans cheer on that side of the ring. He points to them, giving them a thumbs up as he moves to the side of the ring to his left. He does the same thing there, giving the fans another thumbs up. Dunn points to the next side of the ring, winding his arm up again as he puts it to his ear again and the fans again cheer him loudly. He goes to do it to the fourth, and final side of the ring. Falcoon - It's sad to see him go. Missy Janson - And his mystery opponent... The lights go dark in the arena and the fans hush to whispers in anticipation of what will come. The hushed crowd is cut off by an eerie chorus of little girls singing. Burst - HAHAHAHA! AMERICAN DRACO! Missy Janson - From Whitesboro, New York...Draco! Ring around the rosies The voices scream the last word and a majority of the audience covers their ears from the high pitched assault. In the background a low pitched hum is heard. The fans start to stand up as the wail of a guitar is heard joining in with the low pitched hum. The fans are on the feet cheering already. All eyes on the darkened entrance ramp. The screen flickers to life flashing name after name of the OWF roster.
Ashes, ashes The children's voices return are seen scrolling along with the names on the big screen just before the vocalist of Circle of Red begins to sing out the lyrics to "Suffer". The names and words fade slowly and bring the arena back into darkness. The guitars are reaching their peak. The drums are kicking in. The fans are still cheering and on their feet. Your words are a scalpel The screen kicks to life and red lights around the entranceway flicker on and off with the beat of the drums. The silhouette of a man is seen. Red light shown behind him. His head is down and the screen flickers to life cementing the identity of that man as Draco. A bloodied and battered Draco holding a title above his head. It is the Network Title. Another clip shows Draco in much the same bloodied state holding the OWF World Title. The music starts to get harder as the two images start to flicker to life. The videos are grainy and look as if you are peering at them through a thin layer of blood. SUFFER! SUFFER! As the last two words are screamed through the PA a series of explosions rip from either side of the stage in a synchronized motion to the center in front of the entrance way. The explosions slowly getting bigger until the last. A figure is seen in the middle of the entrance as the explosion erupts. The man has his head down and his arms out hanging at his side. Three titles are seen in his hands reflecting the red light as they sway in the man's grip. Thick clouds of smoke from the pyrotechnics hang in the air as the heavy rock music continues. Broken as I seem to be The smoke starts to clear and Draco is seen standing there with his head still down. The Network and one half of the Tag Titles exposed to the world as he puts them over his shoulders with a blank expression on his face. The ash and soot covering his shoulders and face. He looks up towards the ring showing his oddly dull blue eyes. His wrists taped as they normally are, but his right shoulder is still bandaged up slightly. His scarred chest is showed once more. This thin white scars that people find hard to look at, no hope. He starts to walk toward the ring with no showmanship, no act, nothing, but a mission in his head...to make his opponent suffer. ...suffer... A low whisper is heard through the rock music. Draco stands in front of the ring just staring at it. He slides into the ring as the PA sends a low roar, almost demonic speaking that one word. SUFFER! Draco stands in the ring as the lights start to fade back down to their normal state. Draco stands there still half covered in the soot and char from the explosions of his entrance. The music slowly dies with one of the Tag Titles over his shoulder not caring about them all. His Network Title treated much the same way. Just caring about the bell. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Dunn looks worried as Draco approaches. He swings, but Dunn ducks. Draco turns around and James Dunn points at Draco as he, along with the crowd yell -- "YOU!" Draco smiles as Dunn walks around the ring pumping his fists. Burst - HAHA, he's Dunning-Up! Draco cuts him off, and kicks Dunn in the stomach, bending him over. He tucks his head between his legs and he hooks Dunn's arms. In one quick motion Draco lifts Dunn up and then just as quickly slams him down with a Tiger Driver Pin... Kissens - You don't think? Burst - No way. The referee counts the pin...1...2...3! Missy Janson - The winner of this match...Draco! Falcoon - What a shame. Dunn rolls out of the ring in shame as the fans applaud him one last time while he walks up the entrance ramp and disappears behind the curtains. Kissens - Goodbye James. We'll miss yo -- PA System - NOW YOU'RE DOING THE WALTZ WITH YOUR MURDERER! As the music dies down a bit, we see Jesse Williams walk out from the back. Missy Janson - The next match is a Glass Hell in a Cell Match. It is the first match in a best of three series, with the winner taking home the WoW, PDA Titles and becoming the first Universal Champion...Coming to the ring, Draco's opponent...Jesse Williams! The lights come back up to a normal setting. He holds a bottle of water in his hand as he slowly struts down the ramp. He takes his time walking towards the ring, making sure to take in all his surroundings. He gets to the bottom of the ramp and stops as the music starts to kick back in. Walk around the room with a glaze in your
stare. YEAH! He slides into the ring, immediately holding his arms up as the repeated pounding of the drums resonates in the minds of all the fans watching him. He walks to the side of the ring closest to the cameras. He places his left foot on the middle rope, and his right foot on the top rope as he takes a sip of his water. He holds his arm up as he spits the water into the air as the vocals kick back in. Mediocrity is the killer. You find yourself helpless. Strobe lights flicker all over the arena as Jesse climbs back down off the ropes and gets into his corner. He begins stretching, using the ropes and getting himself prepared. He laid emeralds in her eyes, And we painted crooked lines, All I know now is regret, The music dies down and Williams stands up straight, awaiting the beginning of the match. The glass cell lowers from the rafters. Both men stare up as it encloses them and the referee inside. It gets locked into place and the referee calls for the belt. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) The two men walk to the center of the ring. Jesse is hobbling bad and Draco can't help but laugh. As they get face to face, words are exchanged between both men. Williams pokes his finger into Draco's chest, which Draco responds to by dropkicking the dislocated kneecap of Jesse. Williams falls to the mat, holding his leg in a lot of pain as Draco has a wide smile across his face. Falcoon - Well, I can't say this is entirely fair. Burst - Car accident or not. He's in the match. Kissens - He's retarded, y'all. Draco reaches down, pulling the brace off the knee of Jesse and tossing it out into the crowd. Draco drags Jesse to the ropes where he lays his leg onto the ropes and stomps on his knee. Falcoon - Draco is working that knee. Jesse rolls in pain on the mat, but he continues to try to pull himself up. Draco lets him get up, but Jesse is very slow moving. He drags his left leg behind him. Draco charges at Jesse, and suddenly, Williams stands up straight. He plants his left leg and roundhouse kicks Draco right across his jaw. He begins walking around fine. Burst - Playing injured! Falcoon - What a bastard! Williams does have a small limp, but he immediately goes to the fallen Draco and tosses him to the outside of the ring. Jesse follows as he steps through the ropes and lands on the outside. Wasting no time, Jesse irish whips Draco into the steel steps as the three feet between the glass cell and the ring is just enough to move around. Draco lays on the ground, as Jesse again approaches him cautiously, only to pick him up and roll him back into the ring. Williams rolls himself back in and goes for a quick pin..1...kickout. Kissens - Wayy too early. Burst - Agreed. Staying concentrated on the task at hand, Williams grabs a handful of Draco's hair and lifts him up to his feet only to drop him like a bad habit with a hard right elbow. As Draco falls to a knee, he is able to nail a hard closed fist right jab to the sternum of Jesse, which knocks the wind out of him. Draco uses this opportunity and as he pushes himself up, he nails a clothesline on Jesse that takes both men over the top rope to the floor again. Jesse's legs slam against the glass cell as Draco leans up against the ring apron. Both men begin to make their first slow movements back to their feet, with Draco getting there first. He pulls himself up onto the apron and turns his back to Jesse. Draco jumps, attempting an asai moonsault on Jesse but Jesse catches him on his shoulder. In one quick move, he nails an Emerald Frosion, sitting out as he drops Draco right onto his neck on the outside. Falcoon - HOLY SHIT! Kissens - Draco's own momentum made him suffer a worse fall. Williams picks himself up, holding his left knee as he limps towards the ring. He rolls himself inside as he holds his left knee with his right hand, while he tries to shake off the pain in his left wrist. Burst - Jesse is in a lot of pain. Draco slowly makes his way back up to his knees, pulling himself slowly into the ring. Williams has begin pushing himself back up, limping a little bit more gingerly on his left leg. Draco sees this and chop blocks Jesse. Immediately, he grabs Jesse's legs and grapevines them. Kissens - Draco is going for the Sharpshooter! Williams tries to fight it, but Draco turns him over and locks in a neck lock. Burst - Nope, it's When All Else Fails. Williams realizes there is nowhere to go and before he gets seriously injured, he taps out. Falcoon - He tapped! He tapped! Missy Janson - The winner of the first fall...Draco! Burst - Draco is on a roll tonight. Kissens - First Dunn, then Jesse. Falcoon - Hopefully he can keep it going later on in the night. I think Jesse was preparing for his bigger matches and not risking injury. We cut to the back. We see Chris Green standing with Garrett Greene. Garrett Greene - Hello OWF Fans, Garrett Greene here with Chris Green. Chris how does it feel to be back in the OWF? Chris Green - It feels great buddy! I'm back, I told you all it would happen. Now I am here to repay the fans that stuck with me all these years. The fans can be heard cheering. Garrett Greene - Any words for Lopes before your match later tonight? Chris Green - The time for words is over. I'll speak with my actions. Green walks away from Garrett as the fans cheer and we head back to ringside. Falcoon - Green sure is confident. Burst - What else is new? The referee for the next match walks out from the back holding a card. He gets into the ring, and he walks over to Missy, handing her the paper. She glances it over, and reads from it. Missy Janson - Ladies and Gentlemen, may I have your attention. President Chase Johnson has just informed me that the Battle Royal for the Universal Title Shot and King of the Mountain Qualifying Spot will not take place tonight. The fans seem indifferent. Missy Janson - Instead, CJ has decided to transfer the stipulation to the next match. The winner of the following match will get a Universal Title Shot and be qualified for the King of the Mountain Match. The following match is scheduled for a one fall...Coming to the ring first, Spaz! The lights go out and the opening cords to Drain the Blood(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 and "Spaz" on the other. He discards of his sweater to reveal a scared upper torso. He then stands in the center of the ring awaiting action. Missy Janson - And making his return to the OWF, from Los Angeles, California... The fans erupt. Missy Janson - Greg Jackson! "California Love" by Tupac blares over the speakers, sending the fans into a frenzy! Greg Jackson comes out from the back and starts jumping around to pump up the fans. He then makes his way down to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. After testing the ropes a few times, he climbs out of the ring and finds a young child to give them a classic Greg Jackson Souvenir... a partially thawed micorwavable bean and cheese burrito... a gift that child will never forget. Greg then re-enters the ring. Burst - This should be interesting, at the very least. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Spaz starts off with a vicious strike attack, backing Jackson back into his corner and begins kicking away at his midsection. Spaz irish whips Jackson across the ring and he smacks back first into the opposing turnbuckle. He stumbles out and Spaz takes him down with a clothesline. Jackson pops right back up, only to be taken down by an even harder clothesline. Jackson takes a little bit longer to get up, and Spaz goes for a third clothesline. He telegraphs it, allowing Jackson to duck under the clothesline attempt and wrap Spaz in a reverse waist lock. He flips him over, nailing a release german suplex which stuns Spaz momentarily. Falcoon - Both men are looking pretty hot right now. Kissens - Ewww gayy. Burst - Yeah, tell 'em Jackie. Both men get up at about the same time, but Jackson is able to hunch Spaz over with a knee to the midsection. He hooks Spaz up for a suplex, and lifts him up, but Spaz floats over and lands on his feet. He rushes Jackson from behind, pushing him up against the ropes. Greg holds onto the ropes, causing Spaz to roll backwards into the center of the ring. Jackson turns around and both men run at each other, Spaz ducks a clothesline attempt by Jackson and both men bounce against the opposite ropes, charging back at each other again. They both jump and hit cross body blocks on each other at the same time, making for a huge midair collision and sending both men down to the mat. Falcoon - So far, it seems pretty evenly matched. Kissens - Yeah, but matches like this never stay so 50/50. Jackson holds his stomach with his right hand as he uses his left to use the ropes to get back to his feet. Spaz pushes himself up to all fours as he coughs while regaining his breath. Jackson stumbles to his feet while Spaz gets up to one knee. Greg approaches Spaz and lifts him back to his feet by his hair, but Spaz fires back with a hard righ to the face of Jackson. Spaz follows up with a solid left that staggers Jackson back. Spaz goes for a dropkick, but Jackson dodges and waits for Spaz to get back up. As Spaz pushes himself to his feet, Jackson now returns fire with a right of his own that pushes Spaz against the ropes, followed by a left elbow that nearly sends Spaz over. Jackson irish whips Spaz across the ring, and when he bounces back he sends Spaz down to the mat with a tilt a whirl slam. Jackson makes the cover...1...2...kickout. Kissens - I didn't expect this. These two guys are out here, fighting for their lives. Greg wastes little time in lifting Spaz back up to his feet, only to bring him right back down with a headlock take down. Jackson gets right back up before nailing a standing leg drop. Immediately, he lifts Spaz back up and pushes him back against the ropes. He goes for another irish whip, but Spaz reverses. Spaz now tries to throw Jackson into the opposite set of ropes, but Jackson holds his ground and he charges back at Spaz. Spaz ducks while still holding Greg's arm and wraps it around his neck, looking for his finisher, The End. Burst - This could be it! Falcoon - Jackson is fighting! Jackson wiggles out, still holding the arm of Spaz, but Spaz gives in and takes Jackson down with a clothesline. Kissens - That always works. Now Spaz goes on the offensive, mounting Jackson and wailing away with rights and lefts to his face. Once Jackson is stunned, Spaz picks him up by his shoulders and pushes him up against the ropes. He nails him with a knife edge chop, but Jackson grabs Spaz by the head and turns Spaz against the ropes now. He nails a knife edge chop and Spaz now grabs the head of Jackson, spinning him to the left and up against the ropes where he hits two hard knife edge chops. Before he can get the third, Jackson grabs Spaz's head and tries to spin him again, but Spaz rotates even more and pushes Jackson into the corner where he headbutts him. Jackson hangs in the corner by his arms as Spaz bends over and lifts Jackson up to a seated position on the top rope. Spaz slowly climbs up, but as Spaz gets to the second rope and pulls Jackson up to a standing position on the top, Jackson nails Spaz with a hard knee to the face. Spaz falls back into the ring, landing on one knee. When he stands, he is met by Jackson nailing a flipping neck breaker from the top rope. Falcoon - THE BLACKJACK! Burst - Been a while since we've seen that move. He quickly covers Spaz...1...2...3! Missy Janson - The winner of this match, and receiving a Universal Title Shot and entry into the King of the Mountain Match, Greg Jackson! Burst - That was quite the match. Falcoon - I know I'm impressed. Kissens - Me too, Jackson looked good, y'all. Burst - Stay away from the dark chocolate! Falcoon - Yeah, that's how you ended up with Tanner. Kissens - SHUT UP! Falcoon - Well folks, I guess now is as good of a time as any to remind you that our own Nick Burst will be retiring tonight. He will have his retirement speech in that very ring coming up later tonight. Burst - Yeah yeah yeah. Falcoon - Just try to get my name right. Burst - Shut up, Goon. Kissens - Time for a break.
. . ANGEL . . SERAPH . . . . TRENT STEEL . . CHRIS GREEN . . . . PLAGUE . . RAY LOPES . . . . GREG JACKSON . . FIVE RINGS ONE GOAL KING OF THE MOUNTAIN
Falcoon - Welcome back, we're just really getting started here folks, and we've already had three matches. Kissens - And our fourth is about to happen as soon as the ring is properly set up. Burst - Damn technicians. Falcoon - Our fourth match up of the night is the second fall in a best of three series between Draco and Jesse Williams. Kissens - Draco leads one to nothing, so a win here will give him the victory overall. Falcoon - Well, it looks like everything is set up in the ring. Let's head to Missy for introductions. Missy Janson - The next match is the second match of a best of three series between Draco and Jesse Williams. It is a Circus Death Match. A scaffold is hung above our ring, where the wrestlers will both start. There is barbed wire netting below that will be cut only after a wrestler as fallen into the barbed wire net. The competitors can only win by pin after the net is cut down. Falcoon - Get all that, Nick? Burst - N -- YEAH! Jesse walks out from the back first to a chorus of boos, with no music. He limps slowly down the entrance ramp, and slides into the ring before the netting is hung. He climbs up a ladder very slowly, getting up ontop of the scaffold. Soon after, Draco walks out from the back. He seems pretty fresh as he jogs down to the ring and limberly climbs up the ladder and onto the scaffold. The ladder is removed from the ring and the barbed wire netting is hung. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Both men lock up on the scaffold, neither giving an inch as they remain aware of their surroundings. Draco remains aggressive, but Williams uses that to his advantage and almost throws Draco off the scaffold. Draco holds on, but Williams continues to pound away, trying to get Draco to drop down into the barbed wire netting. Falcoon - This could be over already! Draco is able to get back onto the scaffold completely, and he stands to his feet. Williams, sacrificing himself, dropkicks out the knee of Draco who slams face first into the scaffold. Jesse slowly gets up to his feet, but Draco grabs his foot. Williams kicks back and Draco loses his balance, falling off the scaffold and down into the barbed wire. Falcoon - OH NO! Draco gets rolled up into the netting like a fly in a spiders web. The netting is cut down, but it remains wrapped around Draco. Kissens - What horrible luck! Burst - Someone get him out! Williams slowly inches his way off the edge of the scaffold, lowering himself with his good right hand and landing on whats left of the barbed wire netting that isn't wrapped around Draco. Falcoon - Draco is in trouble. Williams limps over to Draco, and rolls him over onto his back. Jesse lays his right foot on his chest. Draco tries wiggle free, but can't do so as the referee slides into place...1...2...3! Missy Janson - The winner of the second fall, Jesse Williams! Burst - FLUKE! FLUKE! Falcoon - Flounder? Kissens - Grouper? Burst - Shut up! Williams slowly exits the ring, not much worse for wear than he entered. EMT's rush down to the ring as ring technicians bring out wire cutters. Falcoon - Draco lost a lot of blood. Burst - That's for sure. Kissens - And now, he has another match with Williams to deal with. Falcoon - Luckily, it's a normal match. We cut to the back as we see Jesse Williams walking from the ring. He has a severe limp as he gimps his way back towards the N4H locker room. A look of anguish comes across his face as he steps over some wires and turns to the right. He pushes the door open to the locker room to find Chris Green, Seraph and Godsmack laughing away. Godsmack - Oh hey Jesse, great win. Seraph - Yeah, Green just came by to congratulate you. Williams - Yeah I bet. Green stands up and pats Jesse on the shoulder. Green - Good work, pal. I'm proud of -- Jesse grabs Green around the throat and pushes him against the wall as Godsmack and Seraph try to restrain him. Williams - Let's get this clear, Green. I don't buy your goody-two-shoes act. I know you better than you know yourself. Jesse tightens his grip. Williams - If I so much as see you one more time tonight, I'll rip your throat out and shove it up your ass. Williams pushes Green out of the doorway and slams the door shut. Godsmack - What the hell was that, man? Williams - I was just about to ask you two the same question. Seraph - Whatchu' talkin' 'bout Williams? Williams - I haven't been able to contact you and the first time I see you two, you're hanging out with Green. Godsmack - Yeah, but, he's an old friend. Williams - HE'S FACING LOPES TONIGHT! Whatever, I gotta get away from this for a bit. Jesse turns and leaves the locker room, leaving Seraph and Godsmack stunned as we cut back to the announcers booth. Falcoon - Williams is in a bad mood tonight. Kissens - Wouldn't you be if you had five matches in a night? Falcoon - Probably. Burst - I'd be pissed after one. Falcoon - Well you're gonna be pissed before this one, it's Chris Green's return match. Burst - ...Fuck. Missy Janson - The following match-up is scheduled for a one fall. Coming to the ring first, from Los Angeles, California... The fans get rowdy at the mentioning of Los Angeles. Missy Janson - Ray Lopes! Fast life Speedin' by Rick Ross begins to blast over the loud speakers. "N4H" flashes across the jumbo tron and then so do the initials "RL". Ray Lopes shows up on top the entrance ramp and then makes his way down to the ring. Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Huntington, New York...Making his return to the OWF, Chris Green! "Famous" by Puddle of Mudd hits the pa system as the fans explode into a frenzy. He has a cocky arrogant smile on his face as he strolls down to the ring and he soaks up the fans. He even slaps a few fives before getting into the ring. Falcoon - I don't think I've seen Green slap the hand of a fan, ever. Kissens - He's a changed man! (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Green and Lopes talk smack to each other across the ring before Green eggs Lopes to "Bring it". The two men meet in the center of the ring where Green pushes Ray backwards, and Ray responds to a fury of fast punches to the gut of Green. Chris is taken aback by this at first, but he is able to regain control as he nails a DDT out of nowhere. He is able to hop right back up to his feet, but Ray Lopes is a bit slower to do so. Ray opts not to stand up, and instead tackles Green down to the mat from a crouched position and locks him in an armbar. Green yells in pain as he reaches for the ropes with his free arm, but it is too far. Lopes only wrenches back harder, which causes Green to yell even louder. Kissens - If he pulls back any further, Green's return may be short lived. Green stops reaching for the ropes and instead, he reaches to grasp his hands together. He does so, and is able to begin to move back up to his feet, but Lopes keeps his legs around the left arm of Green as he stands up. Green now holds onto Lopes, and lifts him up into a powerbomb position but Lopes is able to wiggle out and land on his feet. Green attempts a short arm clothesline, but Lopes is able to grab the arm and take Green down with a judo throw and lock in another arm bar, now on Green's right arm. Burst - Lopes is relentless with this arm bar. Falcoon - He's trying to weaken his opponent by any means necessary. Green knows what to do now exactly, and he locks his hands together again and begins to push himself back up to his feet. As soon as he does so, he lifts Lopes up into the powerbomb position again and this time slams him down with a sitout powerbomb. Green follows with the cover...1...2...kickout. Kissens - I think Ray will have learned his lesson now. Burst - That powerbombs are bad? Kissens - Yes. Lopes holds his back while Green is able to get back to his feet quickly. He holds onto the top rope as he stops away at the exposed ribs of Lopes who lays vulnerable. Ray's only option is to roll to the outside apron, outside of the ropes. He kneels there but Green approaches and nails Ray with a double axe handle slam to his back, bending him over even more. Green steps out onto the apron, and tucks the head of Lopes between his legs. Falcoon - What is this now. Burst - Don't do it you prick! Green lifts Lopes up into a powerbomb position, but Lopes counters and hurricanrana's Green back over the ropes into the ring and into a pinning situation...1...2...kickout by Green. Kissens - What a counter by Ray, almost got him the win. Green is shocked as he stands up as Lopes gets his second wind. He nails a dropkick on Green that sends him flying back into the turnbuckle. As he smashes in with his back, Chris staggers forward only to be met with a belly to belly suplex. Falcoon - Textbook belly to belly suplex on Green. Burst - Textbook? Kissens - Yeah, what textbook?! I wasn't told about a textbook! Falcoon - Guys, it's an expression. Kissens - Yeah, cover your tracks...No wonder you're so good at what you do! Falcoon - Awl, thanks. Kissens - I hate you. Ray and Green lay side to side in the ring, both beginning to rise up to their feet. They get to their knees and face each other, Green unloads a right hook to the jaw of Lopes that stuns Ray, but he is able to recover and return with an open palm strike to the bridge of Green's nose. Green winces in pain before nailing a throat chop on Lopes that nearly collapses his windpipe. Ray gasps for air as he gets up to one knee, but he throws a left forearm which connects with the side of Green's face which knocks Green back down to one knee. Ray stands up, only to be low blowed by Green, which the referee didn't see. Falcoon - Oh yeah, some changes he made! Lopes falls to the mat, holding his crotch as Chris Green stands up holding his nose. He walks over to Ray and picks him up by his arm, but as he does so, Lopes rushes Green and the referee gets trapped in the corner as Lopes splashes both Green and the referee. The referee falls to the mat, as does Green, followed by Lopes. Burst - Everyone is down! It's mayhem I tell you! Kissens - I'm glad you're leaving -- you're getting senile. Burst - Who are you, again? Kissens - See, y'all? Falcoon - Ugh, learn to take a joke Jackie. Burst - Where am I? Suddenly from the back, we see Godsmack and Seraph run out with Godsmack holding a steel chair. Falcoon - Here comes the calvarly. Ray gets up to all fours and he sees his stable mates, Godsmack slides in a chair halfway towards Lopes. Kissens - Sorry Green. Nice try. Suddenly, Green kicks himself up and grabs the chair, unloading on Ray Lopes. He smashes him over and over with the chair -- in the head, the shoulders, the back, the legs; anywhere he can inflict pain. Godsmack and Seraph look on in disgust as they turn and walk away. Falcoon - Where the hell are they going? Kissens - They're leaving their stable mate out to dry. Falcoon - Not to mention that Green's nice streak seems to be over. Green throws the chair to the outside and picks up a lifeless Ray Lopes. He leans him over the ropes, as the referee wakes up and looks on seeing Green infront of Lopes. Ray's lifeless body falls forward off the ropes right into a Fall From Grace by Green. Kissens - What a damn shame. Green covers him as the referee stumbles into place...1...2...3! Missy Janson - The winner of this match, Chris Green! Green stands up, and begins to beat on Lopes more. He pounds him while he is down and lifeless, the bell continually rings as Green does not stop. He steps to the outside briefly to get the chair and he brings it inside. Falcoon - Why is he doing this? Green beats Lopes with the chair across his back, but Lopes is out cold. He hits him twice more and then drops the chair, turning and leaving the ring as the fans begin to boo him horribly. Green looks pissed off as he walks up the ramp and disappears behind the curtains. We cut to the backstage area where we see James Dunn packing up his last things in his locker room. He grabs the LillyAss Title and looks at it, before tucking it into a dufflebag. He looks at his "Next American Draco" t-shirt and sheds a small tear before shuffling into the dufflebag. We see MVP, Mike Van Pelt, sitting on the couch looking bummed out. The Triple Crunch Taco Supremes are there, as well. James Dunn - Well guys, It's time to say goodbye. I'll miss you all so very much. Especially you MVP. MVP gives a chest pound. James Dunn - Where I go now, I don't -- Suddenly, his locker room door bursts open and President Chase Johnson steps into the room. Prez CJ - What the hell is this, a jobber convention? Go do something! Everyone leaves the room. Prez CJ - Dunn, I gotta talk to you about something.. James Dunn - If you're offering me my job back, save it, because I don't want -- Prez CJ - I'm not offering.. Dunn looks stunned. James Dunn - Well...GOOD! Cause...I'm goin to ASW! Prez CJ - No you aren't. James Dunn - NO! You don't own me anymore. I could go to SCW! Prez CJ - No....You can't. Dunn begins to get extremely frustrated. James Dunn - Then tell me why, great sir, can't I? Chase reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a white piece of paper. Prez CJ - Remember when I told you that you only had a one year contract with us that ended on January 28th, 2008? James Dunn - UH YEAH! That's why I'm leaving! CJ sighs. Prez CJ - Well, see, I misread the number. I thought it was a "1", but it was actually a "7" -- Imagine that. Dunn's jaw drops nearly to the floor. Prez CJ - So, your contract with us still ends on January 28th...but in the year of 2014. So, you can't go anywhere. Dunn is silent. Prez CJ - But see, I have a proposition for you. You're no wrestler. Let's get that straight, so let's talk. The scene cuts back to ringside. Falcoon - Wow, that sucks for Dunn. Kissens - Hey Nick, I wonder if that's gonna happen to you. Burst is staring off into space. Falcoon - Leave him be, It's time for the next match.
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