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The cameras fade in to a sold-out Value City Arena on the campus of Ohio State University, in Columbus, Ohio. The fans are all going nuts, holding up their signs and yelling at the top of their lungs. Lights flash all over the arena as videos from the new era of the OWF play on the screen. Falcoon - AHHHHOOOOO! WELCOME TO OWF CAMPUS CHAOS! Dunn - This place is rockin' Falcoon - Reminds me of my college days. Kissens - I don't remember my college days. Dunn - No surprise there. Kissens - Whaaaat? Falcoon - Annnyways...We have a huge card for you tonight! Dunn - That is for damn sure! Suddenly the announcers are cut off as we cut tothe backstage area. We see Greg Jackson in his wrestling gear, ready to go for the Mardi Brawl match! Standing with him is Garrett Greene. Garrett Greene - I'm here live with Greg Jackson. Mardi Brawl is moments away now. Greg, your thoughts. Greg Jackson - Let me just say, Garrett, that for as long as I've been here, and the effort I put in, I have been overlooked yet again! Garrett Greene - I'm sorry? Greg Jackson - I'm sick of these rookies coming in and taking my spotlight! Garrett Greene - If I may say so Greg, you're in the Mardi Brawl match, if you win it, you get a Triple Crown shot! It's in your hands, and I fail to see how you've been overlooked here! Greg Jackson - No you idiot! I'm not talking about wrestling! Have you been seeing the attention that "Radio Pink" by Moxie Roxie is getting?! Let me tell you, I listened, and that album isn't half as good as my album! Greg Jackson - Sexier Than Texas. Still in stores! Buy it now... Garrett Greene - Oh ok... well I'm sorry to he- Greg Jackson - Don't be sorry Gar! I didn't sit and mope over this. I got motivated and decided to make a new album! Garrett Greene - Oh dear lord no... Greg Jackson - In fact, my new single is ready to debut as soon as possible! Garrett Greene - No... Greg Jackson - But I'll use some patience here! I wanna prove that I'm better than Moxie Roxie! You bring your band, I'll bring mine! We can do it on Addiction, at the Pay Per View, on the street, I don't care! A Rock-off, a battle of the bands! Call it whatever you want! Moxie Roxie, answer the challenge! We'll see who rules the music biz here in OWF! Garrett Greene - Thank you Greg! They'll meet tonight in the Mardi Brawl match, and from the looks of this, it won't be settled after tonight! Greg Jackson - Gar, come with me! I'll give you an EXCLUSIVE listen of my first single! Greg grabs Garrett by the arms and starts dragging him and he feebily tries to resist! Garrett Greene - Some one help me! SURELY SOMEONE CARES!!! HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! We cut back to the announcers booth. Falcoon - Oh boy, poor Garrett. Kissens - I wish Greg would show me his films. Or let me be the love interest. Dunn - Enough! Can we get to the match please? Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the first match of the night. It is scheduled for a one fall. Coming to the ring first, from San Diego, California...Kid Dynamo! PA System - Who are you to wave your finger? You must have been outta your head... As the bass guitar lick of Tool's "The Pot" enters, and for that matter, the rest of the band, the OWFtron starts to show images of Kid Dynamo as he approached the ring for previous matches. The images fade in and fade to black, with barely a second of visibility for each image. Eye hole deep in muddy waters, you practically raised the dead... Rob the grave to snow the cradle, then
burn the evidence down... You must have been... The lights begin to flash in time with the syncopated rhythm in the lead guitar. high...You must have been...hiiiiiiigh...YOU MUST HAVE BEEN... The lights come back on as a big pyro explosion booms them back on, then smaller pyro pops occur in time with the bigger hits and kicks of legendary drummer (and possible human-octopus hybrid) Danny Carey. When the sparks and dust settle, Kid Dynamo is standing triumphantly in the center of the entrance ramp, soaking up the applause. He resembles one of those heel wrestlers who soaks up fictional applause and reacts to boos like a standing ovation...except that Kid Dynamo is ACTUALLY RECEIVING cheers. Kid Dynamo remains on the entrance ramp until Maynard Keenan's voice echoes once more through the arena, then begins to walk towards the ring as the cameras cut to Kid Dynamo signs throughout the arena. Foot in mouth, and head up ass, so whatcha talkin' 'bout? One sign says, "Wal-Mart Clearance Champion --->" Difficult to dance 'round this one 'til you pull it out. Another right behind it reads, "I MUST BE HIGH". Boy, you must have been...so high. You must have been...so...high... The camera cuts to the other side of the ring whee a "Donkeymo For Prez!" banner is held up high. Steal, borrow, refer, save your shady inference. Kangaroo done hung the jury with the innocent. Now, you're weeping shades of cozened
indigo, got lemon juice up in your...eyyyyyyyye The music cuts seamlessly to the guitar and drum charging mantra heard after the second verse/chorus. The cameras cut back to Kid Dynamo as he begins to enter the ring. So, who are you to waive your finger? Kid Dynamo raises his arms up and the crowd pops. Dynamo begins to walk towards the center of the ring. Who are you to waive your fatty fingers at me? Kid Dynamo points in the direction of six pyro shooters set up in front of him along the ring apron. The cameras cut to a center view of Dynamo standing in the center of the ring with the pyro in front of him. With each word of Keenan's screaming declaration, a pyro shooter goes off, from right to left. YOU MUST HAVE BEEN OUT YOUR... MIND! With the word, "Mind", the lights go pitch black again...save for a spotlight surrounding Kid Dynamo. The music cuts there, and, after a few seconds of no vision except Dynamo and no sound except applause for him, the lights slowly come back on, until they are fully illuminating the arena. Dunn - MVW alum are gonna be battling it out here tonight. I feel like its 1999 again. Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Boston, Massachusetts...Piter Svoboda! PA System - Svoboda is here to get it on... so rock on, brothers, rock on! The instrumental intro to "Legend In My Spare Time" by the Bloodhound Gang kicks off, followed almost immediately by Jimmy Pop and Daddy Long Legs rapping about everything from the Loch Ness monster to Rocky Dennis. Finally the prelude to the chorus kicks in as a video recap of Piter Svoboda's career begins to play to loud boos. No rhyme Svoboda himself appears from behind the curtain, looking more poised and together in his sobriety than he ever managed in his drunken stupors. He's decked out in a garish Liquid Courage T-shirt, bluejeans belted with a knotted bike chain, and the ever present Redwing boots. He raises his arms to a cacophony of derision, then begins his run down to the ring. Go! Go! Piter stops midway down the ramp, listening to the fans boo him. He stares down at the steel, shaking his head, then resumes his sprint. Go! Go! At ringside, he attempts to slap the hands of the front row fans, but with few exceptions they pull back in disgust. He shrugs again. Go! Go! Piter hops on the apron and vaults over the top rope, stopping in the center of the ring to clutch at his back momentarily. Go! Go! He then retreats to his corner and awaits the match. (Ding, Ding, Ding) Svoboda walks to the center of the ring, but Dynamo runs. He slides between the legs of Piter, and pulls him down to the mat. Dynamo slides across his back and locks him in a front face lock, which Piter quickly stands up from. He swings out of it and attempts a clothesline, but Kid Dynamo hooks his arm and floats over, locking Piter in another front face lock which he turns right into a DDT. Dynamo stands up to his feet, awaiting Piter to get up. He takes a few moments, but he wobbles up to his feet, only for Dynamo to nail a scoop slam on him. Falcoon - Piter doesn't look very sharp tonight. Dynamo covers him...1...2...kickout. Without waisting any time, Dynamo grabs Piter by his hair and drags him up to his feet. He irish whips him into the ropes. Dynamo leaps, attempting a dropkick as Piter bounces back, but Piter catches his arm on the top rope and stops his progression while Dynamo lands back first on the mat. Svoboda slowly walks towards him, but Dynamo kips him and pushes Piter up against the ropes. Svoboda fends him off with elbows, and a few leg kicks -- he even throws in a few punches which is very odd for Piter. Dynamo reverses the momentum and rolls Piter back first into the corner. Dynamo breaks the hold Piter has on him and nails him with a hard chop across his bare chest. Dunn - What a chop! Dynamo holds up his arms as Piter begins to recover. As Kid turns around, he narrowly avoids a clothesline attempt by Piter. Dynamo returns first as Svoboda turns with a huge superkick to his jaw, which knocks Piter out cold. Dynamo stares down at his fallen adversary. Falcoon - Bad Luck Charm! Dynamo lays on top of Piter, hooking his leg...The referee falls to the mat to make the count...1...2...3! Dunn - Holy shit. It's over? Missy Janson - The winner of this match...Kid Dynamo! Falcoon - Piter doesn't look too hot in the ring. Dunn - He's going through withdrawals. Kissens - He definitely is not the same. Falcoon - Folks on the other side of this quick break, we will be bringing you Mardi Brawls!
IN A SINGLE NIGHT,
EIGHT COMPETITORS WILL FIGHT IN THE SPAN OF THREE NIGHTS OF
MONDAY ADDICTION, LIVE FROM JACKSONVILLE VETERANS
MEMORIAL ARENA IN JACKSONVILLE, FLORIDA QUALIFIERS ON THE APRIL 7TH, APRIL
14TH AND AND APRIL 21ST EDITIONS OF MONDAY ADDICTION
Missy Janson - The following match up is the Mardi Brawls Match 2008! The fans cheer loudly. Missy Janson - Twelve men are in this match. It is four corners match rules, along with PDA rules, when one competitor gets eliminated another will take their place. Eliminations only can be registered by pinfall or submission. The winner will receive a shot at the OWF Triple Crown Championship! The fans explode even louder. Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, one of the first four beginning entries in the match...From Barrie, Ontario, Canada...Godsmack! PA System - Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up....Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up! "Smack my Bitch Up" By Prodigy begins to blare throughout the arena as the lights turn to darkness except for a select few single yellow lights beaming down on the entrance as out steps "The Immortal" Godsmack from behind the curtain. Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up.... Godsmack continues to walk down the ramp as the chorus of boos can be heard throughout the entire arena echooing throughout the halls. Garbage is being launched from every direction flying past, or occasionally bouncing off a body part of Godsmack as he shrugs each blow of pepsi off and slides quickly into the ring as the garbage continues to be thrown at Godsmack. He climbs one of the tunrbuckles and flips off the crowd as that prompts more garbage to be thrown as the lights slowly come back on. Missy Janson - The second competitor in the match...from Seattle, Washington...."The Misfit" 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. He discards of his sweater to reveal a scared upper torso. He then stands in the center of the ring awaiting action. Missy Janson - Next out to the ring, from Saginaw, Michigan....Making his OWF debut, Stonze! "Cowboys From Hell" begins to play over the PA system. "We Break Bones" flashes on the screen to the beat of the song. Oh yeah! A few fans cheer as Stonze appears from the back. Under the lights where we stand tall He begins to walk down the ramp towards the ring. You see us comin' He removes his hat, half way down the ramp, and tosses it into the crowd of fans. Here we come reach for your gun He approaches the ring and walks around to the stairs. He walks up the steps and enters the ring between the top and middle ropes. Pillage the village, trash the scene He climbs the turnbuckles and raises his arms up in the air. He leaps backwards, off of the turnbuckle, turning 180 degrees and lands back in the ring. You see us comin' He removes his jacket as the music ends. He hangs the jacket on the turnbuckle post in his corner and waits for the match to begin. Missy Janson - And finally, the fourth man to start the match...from Los Angeles, California...Ray Lopes! Yeah, come on, yeah come on Boom Bye Yeah by Sean Price blasts over the loud speakers. "RL" flashes across the jumbo tron as Ray Lopes shows up on top the entrance ramp and then makes his way down to the ring. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) All four competitors eye each other up. Lopes charges and takes Godsmack down with a hard elbow strike as Spaz and Stonze circle each other. They lock up, with Spaz getting the edge at first and pushing Stonze back up into the corner. Meanwhile, Lopes has lifted Godsmack up to his feet and he leaps into the air. Lopes nails a dropkick to his face which sends Godsmack toppling over the top rope to the outside. Ray follows him out, while in the corner, Stonze reverses Spaz and begins to unleash rights and lefts to his abdomen, before Spaz falls down to one knee. He springs right up and tackles Stonze down to the mat with a short spear. On the outside, Lopes is reaching under the ring where he pulls out a huge stop sign. He brings it down over the head of Godsmack, denting the sign right in the middle of it. Godsmack falls to his knees, where Ray nails him even harder with the stop sign. Falcoon - Lopes is extracting some revenge! Spaz has Stonze in an armbar in the ring, but Stonze is able to roll out of it and get back up to his feet. Both men charge at each other, with Spaz diving at Stonze. He ducks and Spaz falls to the mat face first. Stonze hops right back up and nails a soccer kick to the ribs of Spaz. From the side of the ring, Lopes rolls a bloody Godsmack into the ring. He slides in right after him with the stop sign which he keeps laying on the mat. Lopes picks up Godsmack and immediately hooks him up for a fishermans suplex. He lifts Godsmack up and drops him right down onto his neck with a Cradle DDT onto the stop sign. Kissens - THE D.L.E.! Lopes quickly rolls up Godsmack as the referee gets into position...1...2...3! Missy Janson - Godsmack has been eliminated! Falcoon - And just like that, Godsmack is gone. Kissens - Maybe it has to do with the tough loss to Angel last week. Dunn - Possibly. So who's out next?! Missy Janson - The next competitor...from Saginaw, Michigan, making his OWF debut, Styxx! From the entrance ramp, Styxx runs out and slides into the ring. He immediately goes to help out his partner, Stonze, as they beat down on Spaz together. Ray lays in wait as Godsmack begins to walk up the ramp to the back. Lopes leans up against the corner, watching both Styxx and Stonze pummel Spaz. Spaz tries to fight back, getting the best of Styxx with a low blow, but Stonze is right there to lay Spaz out flat with a hard right hand. Spaz holds his jaw as Stonze helps up his partner before they both pick Spaz up at the same time. They both hook him up for a suplex, and with one swift movement they flip him over onto his back with a double suplex. Dunn - I give these two a good shot...It's all about teamwork! Kissens - I give Lopes a better shot. He barely broke a sweat on Godsmack, and he's getting to recooperate right now. Falcoon - That is true. Lopes pulls himself up in the corner, sitting on the top turnbuckle which draws a few laughs from the crowd as he waits for someone to come after him. Meanwhile, Stonze has taken charge and he lifts up Spaz. Once Spaz is on his feet, Stonze unleashes two hard right elbows back to back to his face. Stonze attempts another elbow, but Spaz ducks and gets behind Stonze. Stonze tries to recover and throws a back fist towards Spaz, but he ducks that as well. Stonze can't stop the momentum of his punch and he connects with the face of an unsuspecting Styxx who stumbles backwards. Lopes seizes the opportunity and runs up behind Styxx and grabs him in a rear waist lock. He throws him backwards over his head, nailing a bridging german suplex. The referee slides into place...1...2...3! Dunn - HAHAHA! That's great! Missy Janson - Styxx has been eliminated! Kissens - Lopes has gotten rid of the first two men with relative ease. While Styxx rolls out of the ring, Spaz rolls Stonze up with a school boy pin attempt...1...2...kickout! Falcoon - We almost had two at a time...But...Who's out now?! Dunn - I dunno, here's Missy... Missy Janson - The next competitor to enter this match...making his return to the OWF...from Oklahoma City, Oklahoma...Silkk! Silkk runs out from the back and the fans all get to their feet, incredibly happy to see him back in the OWF. Falcoon - Listen to those fans, they want Silkk here in the OWF for good! Dunn - I can't blame them, he's very talented. He slides into the ring and goes after Spaz who is the first man in his path. He hits Spaz with a right hand, followed by a hard left hand which turns Spaz around. Silkk nails a huge hook which knocks Spaz down, flat on his face. Silkk grabs him by the legs in a wheelbarrow position and lifts him up and swings him back nailing a wheelbarrow suplex. Kissens - CARRINGTON FEVER! The fans go nuts as Silkk stands up to his feet, suddenly from behind Stonze grabs a hold of his trunks and rolls him up tightly. Silkk kicks with all his might as the referee slides into position...1...2...3! Dunn - NO! The fans boo loudly. Missy Janson - Silkk has been eliminated! Falcoon - Stonze scored that pin out of nowhere! Dunn - And Silkk is pissed! Kissens - He'll only come back stronger. This was a fluke! Lopes steps to the outside of the ring, walking over to Missy and grabbing her chair. He slides into the ring and he stands in wait for Spaz to get up as Silkk pounds the mat. Silkk slides out of the ring and begins to walk up the ramp as the fans cheer him. Falcoon - They know he'll be back. Missy Janson - Next entrant into this match...making his return to the OWF, from Chicago, Illinois...Shyne! Shyne runs down the ramp, slapping five with Silkk as he passes. The fans cheer Shyne just as loud as they did Silkk, greeting him back. He slides under the bottom rope and charges at Stonze. Stonze is able to leap frog Shyne, who runs right into a huge chairshot from Ray Lopes. Shyne hits the mat like a ton of bricks. Falcoon - GEEZ! Dunn - The guys in the ring mean business! Lopes swings the chair down at Spaz as he stands up, but Spaz grabs the chair. He swings at Lopes, who ducks and Spaz falls forward, tripping over Shyne. Shyne begins to move, grabbing a hold of the chair and standing up to his feet. Stonze runs at him but Shyne delivers a sharp blow to the midsection with the end of the chair. It sends Stonze to the mat on his knees. Shyne turns around, only to have the chair dropkicked into his face. He stumbles backwards into the kneeling Stonze who rolls Shyne up with a school boy pin, hooking his tights. Dunn - Not again! The referee makes the count as Shyne kicks violently...1...2...3! Falcoon - WHAT is GOING ON! Missy Janson - Shyne has been eliminated! Kissens - I don't think we have even begun to start a debate on who is going to win. Dunn - This is a fucking clusterfuck. Falcoon - You're damn right. Shyne rolls out of the ring and makes his way to the back as Spaz chop blocks Lopes down to one knee while Stonze recovers from the shot to the stomach by Shyne. Missy Janson - The next entrant into the match -- Suddenly from the back a large gorilla appears on the stage. Falcoon - Holy fucking shit. Dunn - I thought it was a joke. Kissens - Well, it's not funny. Spaz stands up grabbing Lopes by the arm and hooking it around his neck. Lopes pulls himself out of it. Falcoon - He almost nailed The End there! Lopes grabs Spaz in a fishermans suplex position, lifts him up and drops Spaz on his neck right onto the chair. He quickly covers him as the referee drops to his knees to make the count...1...2...3! Dunn - You know...I think I shoulda put money on Lopes...Or the monkey. Missy Janson - Spaz has been eliminated! The Ape has slowly begun to make its way down the ramp. The people along it all back away from the large beast while Stonze and Ray Lopes stare at the gorilla walking to the ring. Falcoon - This is just...crazy. Kissens - Spaz won't be repeating as the Mardi Brawls winner. Missy Janson - Coming out to the ring next...from Los Angeles, California...Greg Jackson! Dunn - If anyone can save us, it's him! Kissens - He's killed before! Jackson comes running down the ramp as the Ape pulls itself into the ring. The beast steps over the top rope, which causes both Lopes and Stonze to step back. Jackson has two black sticks in his hands and he slides into the ring behind the ape. Falcoon - What are those?! Greg pushes the black sticks into the back of the Ape and the beast yells in pain as it falls down to the mat shaking. Dunn - They're tasers!! Jackson puts both of the tasers into the back of the ape and holds it there as the animal eventually is shaking too much to control it's limbs. Jackson calls for the other two men to help him, which they do as they all roll the animal over onto its back. Jackson sits down on top of the beasts chest as the referee makes the count...1...2...3! Dunn - Call animal control! Missy Janson - The Ape has been eliminated! Falcoon - Looks like Jackson is gonna get to stay with the OWF. Kissens - YESSS! Jackson uses the help of Lopes and Stonze as they push the huge beast out of the ring and to the floor. Jackson discards the tasers and nails Stonze with a hard right hand that stuns him, followed by a left jab to the throat of Lopes. Greg turns back to Stonze and nails a knee to the midsection before turning back to Lopes and nailing a leg sweep that takes him down to the mat. Falcoon - Now we're getting closer and closer to seeing who has a chance. The Ape eventually leaves the ringside area and disappears from site. Missy Janson - The next entry...from Louisville, Kentucky...Valtiel! Valtiel runs out from the back and runs full speed to the ring. He gets inside and he comes up behind Jackson and takes him down with a double axe handle strike to the back. Stonze attempts to grab Valtiel from behind, but he throws an elbow back which catches Stonze across the nose and sends him through the ropes to the outside of the ring. When Valtiel turns around he is met with a hard left by a kneeling Ray Lopes. He pushes himself up to his feet and follows up with another hard left to the forehead of Valtiel which sends him into the corner. Ray approaches, but Jackson grabs him from behind and irish whips him towards Valtiel in the corner. Valtiel gets a boot up and catches Lopes right in the jaw, sending him down to his back. Valtiel gains a head of steam and charges at Greg, but Jackson catches him and nails a powerslam on him in the middle of the ring. Stonze gets back to his feet on the outside and reaches under the apron. He pulls out a hockey bag which he slides into the ring. He rolls in under the bottom rope and immediately opens the bag. Lopes uses the ropes in the corner to pull himself back up to his feet while Jackson lays the boots to Valtiel. Stonze pulls from the bag a kendo stick which he picks up and weilds. He charges at Greg and nails him right across the back with the stick as it splits in two, but remains in tact. Jackson falls to one knee holding his back in pain as Stonze winds up again. He shatters the stick over the back of Jackson's head, sending him face down to the mat. Falcoon - What a shot with that kendo stick. Dunn - Jackson may be done! Kissens - He seems like he's out cold now. Valtiel pushes himself up to his feet and he reaches into the bag Stonze brought in. He pulls from it a barbed wire baseball bat. The fans erupt in a mixed reaction to the sight of the extreme weapon. Falcoon - This does not bold well, even for Valtiel. Kissens - Whenever that stuff gets brought out y'all, bad things happen! Valtiel turns around, looking to set his sighs on someone. Stonze turns around and Valtiel swings with all of his might. Stonze gets crushed up against his chest and instantly begins to bleed from it as he falls down to the mat. He rolls around in pain as Valtiel proudly holds the baseball bat high. Then from the side, Ray Lopes tackles Valtiel down to the mat with a huge spear. The baseball bat falls down to the mat and Valtiel's head smashes on the butt end of the bat -- where there is no barbed wire. Jackson stands up and walks over to the bag, pulling from it a lead pipe. He walks over to Lopes, waiting for him to get up as he and Valtiel both get up at the same time. Jackson swings and nails Valtiel across the forehead, busting him wide open, with the lead pipe. Jackson falls on top of Valtiel as the referee slides into position...1...2...3! Missy Janson - Valtiel has been eliminated! Valtiel rolls to the outside of the ring slowly, and limps up the ramp making his exit. Falcoon - Only two more competitors to enter. Jackson stands up, looking Lopes in the face as they engage in a staredown. The two men come to blows, with each of them firing away with rights and lefts. Missy Janson - The next competitor...from Blaise, California..."The High Priestess of Punk" Moxie Roxie! Moxie runs out from the back to a large ovation, mostly from the male crowd. Kissens - There's my girl! She slides into the ring as Stonze gets up to his wobbily feet after being hit with the barbed wire bat. Moxie runs at him and takes him down with a cross body block, and she makes a quick cover. The referee drops down to make the count...1...2...kickout. Meanwhile, Jackson has gained the upper hand on Lopes in the corner as he repeatedly nails Lopes with knee strikes. Lopes falls down to the mat, holding his midsection as Jackson walks back over to the hockey bag once again. Moxie has gained control over Stonze who misses with a clothesline, and she makes him pay with a reverse DDT. Jackson reaches into the bag and pulls out a cookie sheet. When Jackson turns around, Moxie nails him with a leg lariat that sends Greg down to his back. Stonze goes after Moxie from behind, but she rolls under him and somehow bridges him into a pin. The referee slides into place...1...2...3! Falcoon - MOXIE! Kissens - YEAAAH girl! Missy Janson - Stonze has been eliminated. Dunn - Stonze put out a great effort. He really made a statement. Falcoon - You bet he did. Stonze rolls out of the ring and slowly hobbles up the ramp, while Moxie walks to the outside of the ring and grabs a Monster Energy Drink off the announcers table. Kissens - HEY I WAS DRINKING THAT! Moxie quickly chugs it down, before showing the label to the camera and tossing the can out into the crowd. The fans motion for her to come over to them and she obliges. Falcoon - Only one more competitor to be announced. Dunn - Yes sir. Kissens - Moxie is too busy dealing with the fans!
Missy Janson - And the final competitor...from Petersburg, Virginia...Making his return to the OWF...Mr. Good! Mr. Good charges down the ramp, full of steam, and he slides into the ring. Meanwhile on the outside, Moxie takes a few pictures with the crowd, holding up the devil horns. Mr. Good stands in the ring and goes right after the fallen Ray Lopes, but before he gets there he is knocked right across the forehead with the cookie sheet by Greg Jackson. It dents nearly in half, which gives Lopes time to get up and nail a hard snap kick to the knee that takes Mr. Good down to the mat. Jackson turns around to Moxie, who slides back into the ring and jumps on him; taking him down with a lou thesz press before pounding away at his face. Jackson pushes her off of him and he gets right up to his feet. He lunges at her, but she easily evades him. Greg turns around and goes to tie up with her, but she rolls around behind him and nails a bulldog, slamming Jackson face first to the mat. Meanwhile, Mr. Good has gotten back up to his feet and is engaged in a grapple with Lopes. Mr. Good being the fresher man easily gains control and tosses Lopes across the ring. Mr. Good charges at Ray and nearly takes his head off with a clothesline, that sends Lopes flipping down to the mat. Dunn - Ray has to be tired. He's been in there since the beginning. Falcoon - And he's eliminated the most competitors. Kissens - Also has taken the worst beating in the ring so far.
Mr. Good covers Ray arrogantly, as the referee drops into position...1...2...kickout. On the other side of the ring, Moxie has a firm side headlock applied to Jackson as he lays on the mat recovering from the bulldog. Eventually he regains his senses and begins to push himself up to his feet. Once he drags Moxie up, he lifts her up and nails a huge back drop right on her neck which sends both competitors to their backs on the mat in pain. Mr. Good drags Ray Lopes by his arm to his feet, and once Ray stands Mr. Good goes for a right hook which Lopes blocks. He nails a throat thrust to Mr. Good, followed by a toe kick to the midsection. Mr. Good stumbles back a step and Lopes charges. He hits Mr. Good with a huge clothesline, overpowering Mr. Good momentarily as he executes a perfect lariat. Dunn - That's no joke! That's all strength! Lopes takes a few seconds to stand up, but Mr. Good is already up on his feet waiting. He grabs Ray and throws him up into the air for a spinebuster. Ray realizes he is going to fall anyways and on the way down he extends his legs and dropkicks Mr. Good right in the face, which sends him right to the mat. Lopes crashes down on his back, and he yells in anguish as he kicks his legs. Meanwhile, both Moxie and Greg have finally gotten up to their feet and they both go right into the tie up. Greg is able to over power her and push her into the corner. Once he corners he, Greg unleashes a combination of punches and kicks. Moxie is able to deflect a few of them with her arms, but most of the shots find their mark. Moxie looks as if she is about to fall, so Jackson bends over and lifts her up. He sits her down on the top of the turnbuckle and he follows her up. He steps up to the second rope, but Moxie throws two desperation right hands that hit the ribs of Jackson and knock him off the second rope. He lands on his feet, stumbling only a bit as Moxie stands up on the top rope. She jumps off, wrapping her legs around the head of Jackson but he uses her momentum and he reverses her dragoncanrana attempt into a powerbomb. Jackson falls exhausted to the mat as Moxie holds her head. Falcoon - The final four are battling tooth and nail. Kissens - Would you expect any different? On the other side of the ring, Ray crawls over the steel chair from earlier in the match. He picks it up and stands up. As he turns, Mr. Good comes out of nowhere and nails a huge big boot into the chair and it crashes into the face of Lopes. Ray falls down to the mat and Mr. Good rolls him over. He lays on top of him as the referee gets into place to make the count. Dunn - That's it. 1...2...3. The fans begin to boo as Mr. Good stands up and flexes while an exhausted Lopes rolls out of the ring. Missy Janson - Ray Lopes has been eliminated. Falcoon - What a performance by Lopes. Kissens - Indeed. Dunn - Down to three now. As Lopes exits, he gets a loud ovation. In the ring, Mr. Good goes after Greg Jackson, lifting him up to his feet and kicking him in the stomach. He grabs his head and nails Jackson with a Stunner. Falcoon - Ace Crusher! Dunn - No no! GOOD-NIGHT! Kissens - All the same thing, you jerks! Jackson falls to the mat motionless as Mr. Good stands up to a chorus of boos. Suddenly from behind he is hit with a dropkick from Moxie that sends him down to one knee. She follows it up with sharp shin kicks to the exposed ribs of Mr. Good. Meanwhile, Jackson slowly begins to crawl towards the hockey bag once more. Mr. Good eventually begins to shrug off the shots from Moxie, and grabs her in a bearhug. He turns the bearhug into a belly to belly suplex, slamming her down to the mat. He hooks her leg and makes the cover...1...2...kickout! Mr. Good gets up and gets into the referees face and begins to push the official around. Falcoon - Oh come on. Dunn - He's called it right down the middle the whole match. While Mr. Good argued with the referee Jackson had retrieved something from the bag. He now stands on his feet, with the object in his hand. Mr. Good turns around and Jackson nails him with a right hand that busts him wide open and knocks him down to the mat. The object was brass knuckles. Dunn - What a shot! Jackson quickly covers Mr. Good...1...2...thr- kickout! Kissens - This is a great match! Greg keeps the brass knuckles on his hand as Mr. Good crawls away from Jackson. Moxie begins to get up to all fours as Mr. Good stands up to his feet. As he wipes the blood from his eyes, he is struck with the brass knuckles again ane Mr. Good stumbles backwards where Moxie Roxie rolls him him...1...2...3! Falcoon - WOW! Missy Janson - Mr. Good has been eliminated! Dunn - Final two! Mr. Good leaves the ring pissed off while Moxie and Greg lay hurting from the wear of the match. The fans cheer loudly for both competitors as they both begin to stand up at about the same time. Moxie gets the first shot in with a kick to the thigh. Greg falls down to one knee, where Moxie nails him with a toe kick to the face that bends him forward. She follows that up with a shin kick across his chest that sends him flat to his back. The fans cheer loudly for Moxie as she reaches down, dragging Greg to his feet. Once he's up she immediatey kicks him right down with a kick right across the back of Jackson's knees. She covers Greg, hooking his leg as the referee begins the count...1...2...kickout. Moxie grabs Jackson by the hair, dragging up to both of his knees before he nails a headbutt into her sternum that knocks Moxie down to one knee. Jackson stands up, hooking Moxie's arm over his head as he yanks her vertically into the air. He holds her straight up and down in a vertical suplex position, letting all the blood rush to her head. At first Moxie kicks her legs, trying to bring herself down, but soon she finds herself losing consciousness. Greg falls backwards, slamming her down across her back as the blood all rushes down to the rest of her body. Both competitors lay on their backs, with Jackson being the first to begin to move as he shifts his weight onto his hip and beings to push himself back up to his feet. Moxie, still on her back, holds her head as a throbbing pain rips through her skull with every heart beat. Falcoon - Whomever wins this, deserves much more than just an OWF Triple Crown shot. Kissens - I agree. Greg wraps his left hand around the middle rope, and uses it to tug himself up to the balls of his feet. He shakes his head, trying to regain his senses while Moxie slowly begins pulling herself up. Jackson spits a wad of saliva to the outside of the ring as he glances down into the ring, looking at weapons. He bends down, turning his back to Moxie for a second as he reaches for the dented stop sign from earlier in the match. As he leans back up, stop sign in hand, Moxie kips up to her feet and charges at the ropes. When Jackson turns around, he sees Moxie leap up to the second rope and moonsault backwards. Jackson grabs the stop sign and catches Moxie on his shoulder, in a front powerslam position. He swings her forward, down onto her back, with a front powerslam. Jackson hooks her leg as the referee makes the count... Kissens - Jackson with a great reversal! 1...2...kickout by Moxie! Dunn - She kicked out! Falcoon - This isn't about the OWF Triple Crown Title Shot anymore...It's just about pride. Jackson falls to his back as the fans explode in cheers. He stares to the rafters while Moxie rolls over onto her stomach, as does Greg who begins to push himself up back to his feet. As he stands, he holds his side in a bit of pain as he lurks toward the fallen Moxie Roxie. He walks right past her and he begins to climb up the corner turnbuckle nearest to her. He takes slow steps, one foot at a time on each rope before he perches himself on the top rope in a crouched position, holding the top turnbuckle as he waits for Moxie to stand. Kissens - This could be it! Falcoon - Jackson seems to be looking for The Blackjack! Moxie gets up from a kneeling position and stumbles around, facing the corner Jackson is on. Greg leaps off, flipping forward towards Moxie, who at the last second dives to the mat to avoid him from grabbing her head. Jackson misses and lands flat on his back, flipping from the top rope. Moxie grabs onto the rope, pulling herself up to her feet as Jackson spirals up. He runs at her, and she hits the deck again. Jackson leaps over her and bounces off the ropes, to where she sticks her feet up into his stomach and monkey flips him onto his back. Moxie Roxie kips up again, as Jackson hops right back up to his feet. Moxie runs against the ropes and cartwheels, before nailing a back elbow right to the face of Greg Jackson. He stumbles down to one knee, but begins to push himself up. Moxie runs at Jackson, leaping up with both feet and planting them on Greg's slightly extended knee. She springboards herself straight into the air as Jackson stands straight up and she wraps her legs around his head. She swings backwards, nailing a perfect hurricanrana and hooking both of Jackson's legs as she sits on his chest. Dunn - COULD IT BE?! The referee slides into place as the fans begin to get louder and louder...1...2...3! Kissens - YES!! Falcoon - WHAT A VICTORY AND AN INCREDIBLE MATCH! Missy Janson - The winner of Mardi Brawls 2008, and guaranteed an OWF Triple Crown Title Shot...Mooooxie Roxie! The fans explode in cheers as Moxie and Greg both lay in the ring absolutely exhausted. Dunn - Whewww, I'm even exhausted! Kissens - And we still have two more huge matches! The two competitors begin to leave as the ring crew begin to clear the ring of all the weapons. We cut backstage, where we see Jesse Williams walking towards the entrance ramp with his half of the OWF Tag Team Titles over his shoulder. He is stopped by Garrett Greene. Garrett Greene - Jesse! What's your plan for tonight's match against Alexis? Jesse Williams just stares at Garrett as he continues to walk. He continues to ignore him as Garrett walks with him for a few steps before realizing this interview attempt is over and he stops following Jesse who walks towards the entrance ramp. We cut back to the announcers booth. Dunn - Jesse seems pretty focused. Falcoon - He does not give two craps about Alexis Cage. Kissens - Should be interesting to see how Alexis looks in the ring. Falcoon - Well, we're about to find out right now. A few ring techs walk down the ramp with cardboard boxes full of broken pieces of mirrors. They all get up onto each side of the ring and dump the entire contents of the boxes onto the mats. The discard the boxes and begin to spread the mirror pieces across the ring. Once it is evenly distributed, they all leave the ring. Missy Janson - The following match up is scheduled for a one fall. It is an Unpretty PDA Match, where mirror shards are all over the mat of the ring. Coming to the ring first, from Las Vegas, Nevada...He is one half of the OWF Tag Team Champions...Jesse Williams! The lights go black as a deep, eerie growl is heard over the PA. Immediately we hear dirty, distored guitars come in before being followed by the drums kicking in. Walk around the room with a glaze in your
stare. As the music dies down a bit, we see Jesse Williams walk out from the back. 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. NOW YOU'RE DOING THE WALTZ WITH YOUR MURDERER! 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. Falcoon - We're about to see Alexis' first match in months. Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Phoenix, Arizona...Making her return to the OWF...Alexis Cage! A blistering chill floats through the crowd as the lights dim and a soft voice follows. PA System - It's these substandard motels on the (lalalalala) corner of 4th and Fremont.. Street. Just then a hard drum slam comes across and the dimmed lights flicker once. PA System - Appealing only because they are just that un-appealing. Suddenly a bass drum comes into play pounding at each half second as each word of "Build God, Then We'll Talk" By Panic At The Disco leaks out over the crowd. PA System - Any practiced catholic would cross themselves upon entering.. The lights continue to strobe around the arena, fading out with each hit of the bass drum, they look for something as the fans rise to their feet. PA System - The rooms have a hint of asbestos and maybe just a dash of formaldehyde! The fans scream as you see a figure emerge on the side of the OWF tron, it's kneeled down as the flashing and pulsing spotlights continue to search.. PA System - And the habit of decomposing right before your very (lalalala) eyes.... The spotlight dies and everything is silent in the arena, all but the sounds of cheering fans. Seconds pass before the spotlight returns on the side of the OWFtron nearly 10 foot in the air to show Alexis Cage standing with her arms in the air. ...Along with the people inside Suddenly Alexis drops down from the OWF-tron letting her skirt float up over her hips on the way down. He lands on the stage and screams "YEAH!" while throwing a fist into the air. The fans get more excited by the second! The arena lights back up as the theme continues to play on her way down to the ring. Tonight tenants range from: a lawyer and a
virgin She slides into the ring face first then leaps to her feet then instantly runs to the top turnbuckle leaping straight to it. And not to mention, the constable, and his
proposition, for that "virgin" Along with the people inside The sound fades away as she hops down from the turnbuckle and prepares herself for her match. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Jesse looks across the ring at Alexis, and she runs at him. Jesse nails a boot to her stomach, picking her up in a scoop slam position and lifting her onto his shoulder. He sits out, driving Alexis' head and neck right down onto the glass shards. She doesn't move as Jesse hops right up to his feet. He stares down at Alexis, placing his foot on her chest as the referee counts the pin with his right on the back of his left hand, so not to cut himself...1...2...3! Falcoon - WHAT!? Jesse turns his head and reaches down, grabbing Alexis by her hair.. Missy Janson - The winner of this match...Jess -- Her hair comes off of her head, revealing a blonde headed woman. Kissens - THAT'S NOT ALEXIS! Jesse throws the wig into the crowd as a look of anger comes across his face. From under the ring, we see a figure pop out out of Jesse's view. Dunn - There she is! She slowly picks herself up into the ring behind Jesse, as he watches the fake roll to the outside. Alexis hops onto the back of Jesse, locking him in a chokehold. Jesse instinctively falls backwards, slamming Alexis back first onto the broken pieces of mirror. He bridges his legs as the referee again counts the pin on his hand...1...2...3! Kissens - AGAIN!? Jesse stands up as he rubs his throat, he looks down at the woman's arms and turns his head again. Missy Janson - The winner of th -- Jesse grabs her right arm, looking along the insides of it. He then checks the left arm. He stomps on the mat in frustration. Dunn - He was tricked again! Kissens - How can you tell? Dunn - She doesn't have any track marks. Alexis' arms look like train tracks. Jesse looks around the arena as the fans are all abuzz. From opposite sides of the ring, two women hop over the guardrail, both bearing a striking resembelance to Alexis Cage. Jesse notices them both, as one slides into the ring and gets cut up on the mirrors and lays bleeding before she can even attack Jesse. The other pulls herself up to the apron and spring boards up to the top rope and flies in the air towards Jesse, who is facing the other way. Suddenly he swings around and throws up his leg, nailing a superkick on the imposter, which sends her flipping over the top rope to the outside. The fans cheer loudly as Williams reaches down, picking up the other imposter by her hair and running towards the ropes with her. He flings her off the top rope and she crashes down to the floor. Falcoon - Four imposter Alexis Cage's are all out on the outside. Williams starts yelling at the top of his lungs, motioning for Alexis to bring it on. The fans begin to chant as Jesse crouches in the center of the ring, piviting every few seconds as he checks out all three hundred and sixty degrees around him. From the entrance ramp, three more imposters begin charging down to the ring. Kissens - Oh this is ridiculous. Dunn - How are supposed to know if one of these girls aren't Alexis? Falcoon - We aren't...That's the point, jackass. Kissens - Now calm down y'all. Williams turns and faces them as they all pull themselves up onto the apron. From behind the announcers, a fourth imposter joins the group and comes up from behind Jesse and takes him down to his knees with a chop block. One of the imposters that came from the entrance ramp springboards to the top rope and jumps forward, nailing a dropkick to the face of Jesse. Unfortunately, her head and back slam down onto the pieces of mirror, which ends up hurting her more than the dropkick to Jesse's head that merely laid him down on the mirrors. The three remaining Alexis begin to put the boots to Jesse, who begins to get sliced up and down by the pieces of mirror. Two of the women grab a hold of his arms and hold him up, as the other pulls a microphone out of her jacket pocket. She stands in front of Jesse and brings the microphone to her lips. "Alexis Cage" - What, don't you recognize me? She laughs as she reveals herself to be the real Alexis. Alexis Cage - You fell into my trap again. Saving me was the stupidest move you could have made. She slaps Jesse across the bloody right side of his face. She reaches down, picking up a pointed shard of mirror and holds it up against the throat of Jesse Williams. Dunn - UHHH Uhh.... Kissens - NO NO! Alexis Cage - Any last words? Williams swallows hard, nicking his adam's apple on the edge of the mirror. Alexis shoves the microphone into his face. Jesse Williams - (Inaudible) Jesse whispers too low into the microphone, Alexis leans in. Alexis Cage - WHAT was that? Jesse lifts his head, his hair his face and leans towards the microphone. Jesse Williams - I...said... He suddenly stands up to his feet, using the strength of his arms to pull the two imposters together as they collide at the same time with Alexis, sending Alexis down to the mat. The two imposters stagger around, and Jesse reaches behind his back into his waistband, pulling out a gun. Falcoon - JESSE! DON'T! Williams reaches down, grabbing the microphone. Williams - I said, never bring a knife to a gun fight. Williams pulls the trigger -- two prongs with wires attaches fire out. Each barb finds itself in the chest of the two standing imposters. They both begin to shake violently and fall to the mat. Dunn - Ohhhh shit. A stun-gun. Kissens - I was scared there. Jesse stops sending the voltage as two more imposters hop over the barricades and get into the ring. They both go after Jesse, as the real Alexis joins in with stomping on him. The imposter that dropkicked Jesse and fell to the mat is now back on her feet as she watches all three women beat on him. Falcoon - I lost track of which is the real Alexis. Dunn - Me too. They all stop, walking away from him as he begins to pull himself up with the ropes. As he does, he grabs a hold of the microphone off a large piece of mirror. He hooks his right arm onto the ropes as he begins to speak. Williams - Okay Alexis.... Jesse takes a deep breath. Williams - I see where this is going, and I have no problem fighting off imposters all night. He glances across the ring at the four laughing women. Williams - Which ever one of you is Alexis, I just want you to know...I get why you've lied to these women. Kissens - What is he doing? Williams - Girls, whomever you are, did Alexis tell you our history? Did she tell you how she has stabbed me with two syringes now? The smiles all drop from the faces of the women. Williams - Did she tell you about how she had a child she claimed to be mine aborted and then subsequently fed it to me? Dunn - Grooooss. Three of the women begin to look disturbed, one of them has a smirk on her face. Williams - That was going to be second attempt at having a child. I lost my child and my fiancee a few years back in a car accident. I am not broken hearted over this woman, but she stole something from me I have wanted all my life -- a child. I have made it my personal business to seek revenge until I feel justified... The women look at each other. Williams - And if after hearing that, you still want to kick my ass...Then bring it on you fucking cunts. He drops the microphone, turning his head and spitting down into the ring as he hangs on the middle rope. The fans cheer loudly as the women all stand still. Suddenly, the one with the smirk reaches into her pocket and pulls out a syringe which she stabs into the neck of one of the imposters. She falls down to the mat, passed out. Kissens - HOLY CRAP! One of the women turns towards the one who stabbed the girl and receives a sharp roundhouse kick that sends her down to the mat, cutting herself on the pieces of mirror. Falcoon - Looks like Alexis felt mutiny coming. Dunn - And she's taking out her help. The final imposter turns but gets smacked across the face, knocking her wig off. Kissens - Hey...That's Shannon Winters! Shannon falls into the ropes, holding her head. Alexis turns as Jesse pushes himself up, only to be kicked right in the groin. He bends over and Alexis grabs him around his head. Falcoon - She's going for Uncaged! Jesse holds her up and pushes her off of him. Alexis runs forward where she is caught with a huge dropkick by Shannon Winters, Alexis stumbles around and Jesse hooks her up in a suplex position. He swings her right up into the air and turns her so she is facing him while straight up in the air. He sits out, driving her neck first down onto the mirrors. Dunn - J-DUBZ DRIVER! He hooks her leg as the referee drops to his knees, making the count on his right hand...1...2...3! Falcoon - Unbelievable! Missy Janson - The winner of this match...Jesse Williams! Williams pulls himself up as Shannon Winters exits the ring and walks up the ramp. Ring technicians and EMT's rush down to the ring, looking to clear it as quick as possible as Jesse grabs his Tag Title and exits. Falcoon - Alexis tried to kill Jesse, and somehow he made it out of there alive. Dunn - Pft, I call it luck. We cut backstage as we see President Chase Johnson standing in the parking garage, directing a large eighteen wheeler back up towards the entrance. Prez CJ - A few more feet....Okay...Good! Stop! The truck stops, and the driver kills the engine. Two men come from either side of the truck and open up the back where a brown crate with holes in it is seen. Truck Driver - Where's the Ape? Prez CJ - Right here. Thank you. CJ pulls a blue tarp off of the sleeping Ape. Prez CJ - He stinks. Get him out of here. CJ leaves and turns back inside as the men look puzzled how to get the Ape into the truck. The cameras switch back to near the entrance ramp as Jesse is seen limping after his match. He has a bloody white towel in his hand as he rounds the corner and bumps into Angel. Williams - Hey...Watch it douchebag! Angel stares down at Jesse. Angel - You look great. Williams - Go to hell. Angel - You first. The two men walk past each other, Angel heading towards the entrance way and Jesse heading to his locker room. The cameras fade back to a view of the ring, which is completely clear except for Missy Janson who stands in the middle of the ring wih a microphone.
Falcoon - Here we go folks. We're ready for a huge showdown. Dunn - Should be one for the ages! Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the Main Event of the Evening! The fans all explode with cheers. Missy Janson - It is a No Finishers match, which prohibits each superstar from executing their finisher during the match. It is also for the OWF Triple Crown Championship... Again, the fans cheer -- this time even louder. Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, the challenger...From Smithtown, New York...Angel! The soft, yet haunting piano melodies of The Coming Curse by Iced Earth calmly resonate from the speakers. As the sound fills the arena, a faint beam of golden light shines on the entrance. There are a few moments of silence as the piano continues, then the distorted guitars kick in and flames shoot up lining the ramp. Angel slowly walks out, observing his surroundings and not phased by the crowds reaction. He continues to the ring in this same manner, and only when he is in the middle of the ring for a few moments does the music stop, echoing throughout the arena. Falcoon - That was weird. Dunn - What was? Falcoon - Hearing Angel introduced as the challenger. Missy Janson - And his opponent. From Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania...He is the current OWF Triple Crown Champion..."The Son of a Bitch" Trent Steel! "Now your messing with a son of a bitch" The lights start to dim and Cult of Steel fans rush forward. Pyro goes off in the entranceway as the tron starts to play a video of Trent praying in a church. He looks up as the music starts to play. It's "No More Sorrow" by Linkin Park. As the musical instrumental starts to play Trent enters the arena to the whole audience cheering. It takes him aback for a minute as he grabs his black oakleys with red lenses and drops them right in front of him. He steps on them breaking them as he makes a throat cutting motion. The fans erupt in cheers. Are you lost Your crusade's a disguise I'm aware of what you've done Trent walks to the ringside area as pyro from all four corners go off. He tosses his trenchcoat on the ground and slides into the ring. He's wearing a black wifebeater with a white ankh on the back of it and a white skull on the front, black jeans, black combat boots. No no more sorrow Trent signals to the ref that he is ready to start and his music dies out. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Steel begins immediately by charging Angel. This prompts Angel to hit the deck, just avoiding a clothesline by Steel who is forced to hop over Angel. Trent crashes face first into the turnbuckle, unable to come to a stop fast enough, which sets Angel up with an opportunity. He grabs it as he grabs Steel in a rear waist lock and nails a release german suplex on Trent that takes the wind out of him. Angel hops right up to his feet, while Steel lays on his back holding his neck. Angel walks towards Trent, but Steel is able to take Angel's legs out from under him with a leg sweep right into a front face lock on the mat. Trent wrenches tightly around the throat of Angel, who sprawls his legs out in an attempt to gain leverage. In response, Steel sprawls out his legs in an attempt to reverse Angel's momentum shift. Angel is able to push himself up to his feet, but Trent retains the front face lock on him as Steel is forced up to his feet. Angel reaches down and pulls the legs out from under Steel, and grabs him in a boston crab position. Trent tries to get out of the grasp, but instead of turning Steel over, Angel swings him up. At the height of the swing, Angel grabs the chest of Steel and slams him down into a spinebuster. Dunn - I've never seen that before! Kissens - He's going for the pin! Angel hooks the leg of Steel as the referee slides into place...1...2...kickout by Steel. Trent holds the back of his head as he rolls onto his stomach while Angel steps back to his feet, basically unphased. Falcoon - These men must have been attempting new moves since they can't use their finishers. Dunn - Oh, really? Ya think? He reaches down, grabbing a handful of Trent Steel's hair and dragging him up to his feet. Once Steel is settled he unleashes a right hook to the ribs of Angel, followed by a quick uppercut that glances off of Angel's jaw and breaks his hold on Trent. Steel charges and takes Angel down to the mat with a shoulder charge. He quickly follows it up with an elbow drop across the chest of Angel. While Angel gasps for air, Steel slowly pushes himself up to his feet. He looks down at Angel before grabbing him by the arm and tugging him up to his feet. As soon as Angel stands, Steel hoists him up onto his shoulders. He spins around three hundred and sixty degrees before he sits out and swings Angel around to the front of his body. Angel crashes, neck first, down onto the mat and Trent hooks his legs...1...2...kickout! The fans go nuts as Angel rolls onto his side, holding the back of his head while Steel pushes himself up rather quickly. Trent stomps on the midsection of Angel, and follows it up with a second stomp. A third attempt is caught by Angel, who pushes himself up while holding the foot of Steel. He gets to his feet, holding up Trent's right leg. He leaps, kicking his left leg up into the air but Angel ducks the ensiguri attempt and Steel flops onto his face. Trent instinctively pushes himself right back up to his feet, holding his jaw as Angel lays in wait behind him. When Steel stumbles around he is met with a hard right hand right to the jaw, which sends him stumbling backwards up against the ropes. He bounces off and staggers towards Angel, who rears back and nearly takes Steel's head off with a sharp clothesline that knocks Trent flat to his back. Falcoon - This isn't a wrestling match...It's a fight. Kissens - More like a war! Angel continues his assault as he drags an exhausted Trent to his feet, only to lay him up against the ropes. Angel nails another clothesline, which sends Steel flipping over the top rope and he crashes down to the floor on the outside with a sickening thud. Angel follows him out slowly, hopping down from the apron to the floor right after stepping through the ropes. The referee refuses to count the ring out, choosing to let them fight. Angel walks to Trent, who is on all fours, and grabs him by the back of his head. He quickly yanks Steel up to his feet and runs next to him. Angel attempts to throw Steel into the steel steps, but Trent stumbles and hits the floor, which causes Angel to run full speed into the ring post next to the steps. He dazes himself for a second before Trent charges at him. Steel spears Angel into the steel steps as the steps are both sent flying off the corner. Both men lay motionless for a few seconds before Trent is able to push himself up to his feet. Angel, taking the brunt of that hit, takes a much longer time to begin to get up to his feet. He grabs a hold of the ring apron as Steel walks over to the announcers booth. Dunn - Again? God damnit. Kissens - Let's just move. All three announcers take off their headsets and step away from the table as Steel rips the monitors out of their enclosures. He clears the table of any papers and as he turns back to face Angel he is tackled by him at full speed. The fans explode as both men tumble ontop of the table, trading rights and lefts before they both roll down behind the table. They are out of view for a select few for a brief moment before a camera zooms in on the two men, who are still trading punch for punch, and also trading momentum as they roll on the ground. Eventually, Steel maintains momentum and nails a hard right elbow to his Angel's face. Steel stands up, grabbing one of the steel chairs on the side of the table and closes it up. As Angel pulls himself up, Steel cracks him right across the forehead with the steel chair. The blow echoes through the arena and is hard enough to not only knock Angel backwards onto the announcers table, but to open a wide gash along his right eyebrow. Steel lays the chair across the chest of Angel before he runs to the ring. Trent hops up to the apron, and as soon as he does he dives off. He nails an elbow drop onto the steel chair across the body of Angel. The table shakes, but it doesn't shatter. The fans boo loudly as Steel looks out into the masses. A sickening smile comes across his face as he steps up onto the table, pulling Angel up to his feet. The table looks to be at about the point of breaking, but Trent disregards the warning signs. He tucks the head of Angel between his legs and extends his hands out into a crucifix position. He grabs him around the waist and attempts to lift the heavier Angel. Angel is able to keep his ground and instead, he back body drops Steel off of the table and onto the ring announcers table. The much smaller table splinters off into thousands of pieces as Steel lands on top of the ring bell. (DING) Angel collapses off of the table, holding his head in a large amount of pain while Steel is puling pieces of wood out of his flesh. All three announcers wander back to the table, placing their headsets back on. Falcoon - Well, atleast our table is safe. Dunn - For now. Angel staggers towards the ring, with blood streaming down his face while Steel crawls out of the shards of broken wood he laid amidst. Angel grabs a hold of the apron once again, pulling himself up with all of his might and rolling under the bottom rope. He lays face down on the mat, too exhausted to move as Trent stands up to his feet and is able to climb up to the ring apron. He steps through the ropes, which he holds onto for dear life as he stands on his two feet in the ring. Angel begins to get up from kneeling on one knee as Steel catches his breath and rests his body. Both men pull themselves up straight and glance at each other. Steel leans off the ropes and throws a left hook that Angel is able to catch as he side steps. Trent bounces off the ropes and Angel ducks down. Steel stops on a dime and snaps a hard shin kick to the chest of Angel which stands him straight up. Trent attempts a clothesline, but Angel is able to duck and swing around Steel. Angel dives, grabbing the head of Trent Steel, and nailling a falling neckbreaker. Angel stuns himself as he falls to the mat, which causes him to hesitate before he attempts to stand back up. Steel has both of his arms wrapped around to the back of his head, kicking his legs on the mat in pain. Kissens - I don't see each of these men being able to take this much punishment for much longer. Dunn - Hell, I don't see them being able to dish out this much punishment for too much longer. Falcoon - These are two of the greatest superstars the OWF has ever produced, I think they'll both fight until there is nothing left in the tank for either of them. Angel shakes his head as he pushes himself up from one knee to a standing position. He leans back up against the ropes, wiping the blood from his eyes as the majority of it begins to dry upon his skin, while the cut continues to drip out streams of blood. He pulls himself off of the ropes, walking towards Steel who has begin to crawl towards the closest turnbuckle. He is able to grab a hold of the bottom rope in the corner with his left hand, but as he does Angel grabs a hold of his right leg and begins to tug on it. Steel keeps his grasp on the bottom rope, reaching up and grabbing a hold of the second rope with his right hand and turns himself over. With his free left foot, he kicks up and catches Angel right in the jaw. The strike catches him awkwardly and sends him tumbling backwards, where he trips over his own feet and falls to his back. Trent holds his head as he extends his arms upward, hooking his right elbow over the second rope and using it to pull himself up to his wobbily feet. Angel is a few steps behind Steel, as he is only up to a kneeling position. Steel staggers towards Angel, grabbing him by the back of the head and forcing his head forward while Trent lifts his right knee up into the face of Angel. He follows it up by slamming Angel's face into his left knee this time. He attempts for a third knee strike, but Angel catches a hold of his leg. Angel stands up, holding the leg of Steel as he hops on his free right leg. Trent fakes like he is going to jump and Angel ducks. Steel pauses for a second, before actually leaping and snapping the face of his foot right across the cheek of Angel with an ensiguri. Dunn - Got him that time! Trent quickly covers Angel, hooking his leg as he collapses on top of him. Falcoon - This could be it! The referee slides into place...1...2...kickout by Angel! Kissens - I don't know how he isn't knocked unconscious. He has taken severe shots to the head tonight. Dunn - He's a fighter. Kissens - And he wants the Triple Crown. Steel rolls onto his back, exhaling his second wind, while Angel has a beleaguered look upon his face. Blood has now covered from his forehead, down to his chin, with the only traits noticeable are his eyes and his mouth which has been wide open gasping for air. Trent runs his hands through his hair before he sits straight up, looking over at his opponent who is now rolling onto his side in an attempt to get back to his feet. The fans begin to chant "Angel! Angel!", as he pushes himself over onto his stomach and begins to push himself up with his upper body. Steel spits a wad of saliva to the ring mat before he plants his left hand up against the mat and pushes himself up to his feet. He flips off the chanting fans, who in turn boo him loudly. Falcoon - There's no denying, Steel doesn't make it easy to like him. Dunn - That's why everyone hates him. Kissens - Not me, y'all! Falcoon - You don't count. Kissens - WHY...Cause y'all are guys and I'm a girl?! Dunn - ...No, because you're a moron. Falcoon - Hammer, meet the nail on the head. Kissens - Y'all are giving me a headache! He reaches down, grabbing a hold of Angel's hair and drags him to his feet. He pushes him back against the corner where he nails a knife edge chop. He swings and nails another sharp chop, which sends Angel down to one knee. As soon as he hits the knee, he bounds up in a rush of adrenaline and grabs a hold of Steel before nailing a spinning belly to belly suplex that sends both men for a loop as they hit the mat. Just then, from the back, Jesse Williams walks down the entrance ramp. The fans don't see him immediately, but once they do, they erupt into cheers. Falcoon - Who is that? Kissens - It's Jesse! Dunn - He has no business here! Falcoon - I think he has plenty of business here! In the ring, both men are still laying on their backs as Jesse rounds the ring. He motions for Jackie to get up. Kissens - Hell naw! I always leave! Jesse stares at Dunn, who pushes Kissens off her seat to the floor. Williams takes her seat, putting on her headset. Dunn - Oh...Hey Jesse! Great match tonight! Falcoon - We are joined now by Jesse Williams... Williams - Yes you are. Angel pulls himself up to one knee while Steel has a hold of the top rope and has a little trouble keeping himself anchored to hold his body up. Angel is able to stand up, completely off balance, while Steel does the same. Both men stumble into the middle of the ring, where Steel picks Angel up into a scoop slam but instead of slamming him he holds him over his shoulder. Angel kicks his legs and slides down the back of Steel, where he grabs Trent in a full nelson. Steel is able to drop down to his back and extend his legs backwards and upwards towards the face of Angel. His reaction time is quick enough so he grabs both legs of Steel. He swings Trent upwards, who is able to free his legs and grab Angel as he is in midair with a headlock, looking for a bulldog. Angel is able to grab onto the body of Steel, and prevent him from diving. Instead, Steel lands on his feet, holding Angel in a side head lock. Angel nails two quick rights to his midsection before throwing him into the ropes, getting himself out of the headlock. Trent bounces off the ropes and both men extend their arms, knocking each other down with a double clothesline. Williams - Ha! I love it! Falcoon - Who do you want to win, Jesse? Williams - You'll find out. Dunn - What does that mean? Williams - It means you'll find out. Dunn - Oh right..Got it! The fans chant for Angel to get up to his feet as both men lay motionless in the ring. Steel begins to lift his left arm as he rolls up onto his right side. He begins to crawl towards the ropes while Angel has pulled himself backfirst into the corner sitting on the mat. Steel hooks his elbow on the second rope as his body hangs almost lifeless from it as he reaches up with his right arm to the top rope. Angel, meanwhile, has reached up to the top rope with both hands and begins to take a few deep breaths. He whips himself up to his feet, and the fans let out a huge roar. Williams - Oh boy! Dunn - Yeah, Let's go Angel! Williams - Nah, Fuck him. Falcoon - He's your partne- Williams - He's my enemy first and foremost. Dunn - Booooo Angel! Falcoon - He was a contributing factor in you losing the World Title. Williams - I'm aware, dipshit. Angel steps forward slowly as Steel gets up to his feet, hanging face first over the top rope with his back to Angel. Angel approaches him from behind, but as soon as he gets within striking distance, Steel hits a back elbow that knocks Angel back a few steps. Trent turns and charges, going for a cross body block, but Angel catches him and flings him over his head with a fallaway slam. Williams - C'mon Steel, let's see how good you are! Dunn - Yeahhhh! STEEL 4 CHAMP! Williams - FUCK that shit. He's a douchebag as well. Falcoon - I'm confused. Dunn - Me too. Who do you want to win? Williams - Ehhh, it's hard to explain. Let me show you. Williams stands up, taking his headset off and walking towards the ring. He slides in as the fans begin to go nuts. Angel sees Jesse and gets up to his feet quickly. Though bloodied badly, Angel gets into a fighting stance as Jesse stands a few feet away from him. Trent stands up to his feet, and wobbles towards Jesse. Williams kicks Trent in the midsection. Falcoon - He's helping Angel!! He hooks him up for a fishermans suplex and lifts him up. At the highest point of the suplex, Jesse swings Trent back down nailing a sit out powerbomb. Dunn - Beyond the Citadel of Coup de Grace! The fans are going nuts as Angel watches on. The referee doesn't disqualify Angel, he lets the match continue. Jesse gets up, staring down at Steel with his back to Angel. Out of nowhere, Jesse lunges at Angel and nails him right in the jaw with a sharp superkick that sends him down to the mat like a sack of potatos. Falcoon - OH fuck! Kissens - I'm back y'all! He messed up my seat! Dunn - Jesse doesn't want anybody to win. He's made that clear...Prick! Falcoon - You're such an asskisser. The fans give a mixed reaction, before erupting in cheers as he exits the ring. He heads up the ramp, not looking back at the ring as both men lay on their backs motionless on opposite sides of the ring. Williams exits behind the entrance way as the fans focus back on the ring. Both men begin to crawl towards one another. As they get closer they slowly start to push themselves up to their feet. They meet in the center of the right, where Angel is immediately met with a hard right. It takes him a second, but he throws a left hook that catches Steel right on the bridge of the nose. Blood immediately begins to leak from both nostrils, but instead of holding his nose Trent hits Angel with a quick elbow to the sternum. Angel bends over slightly and Trent nails a hard european uppercut that knocks Angel back a few steps. Steel charges at Angel, who sidesteps Steel and pulls him up into a standing firemans carry. Steel kicks his legs violently and is able to get down off the shoulders of Angel. He lands behind him and attempts to nail a clothesline on Angel. Angel somehow ducks in a nick of time and Steel steps infront of him. Angel again lifts Steel up to his shoulders in a firemans carry. In one quick movement, he nails a Death Valley Driver on Steel into the turnbuckle. Kissens - That's the Pittsburgh Nightmare! Dunn - He stole Steel's move! Falcoon - It's completely legal!! WE MAY HAVE A NEW CHAMP HERE! Angel quickly covers Trent, hooking his leg...1...2...thr- kickout! Falcoon - HOW THE -- The fans are in disbelief as they had all jumped up to their feet by the two count. Angel lays on the mat, absolutely exhausted as Steel lays sideways coughing as he tries to catch his breath. Dunn - This is nuts. Kissens - They're both laying it all on the line. Falcoon - I can't believe Steel kicked out. Angel runs his fingers through his hair, keeping them there as he holds his head. Steel has now rolled over onto his stomach and begins to push himself up to all fours. Angel pushes himself up to a sitting position, keeping his eye on Trent who is up to one knee. Angel pushes himself up to a crouched position behind Trent who pushes himself up to an unsteady standing position. Steel turns and ducks a clothesline attempt by Angel. When Angel turns around, Steel picks him up into a scoop slam, but again he just holds him on top of his shoulder in a front powerslam position. Angel kicks his legs and is able to gain the leverage as he pulls himself backwards onto his feet and he hoists Steel up onto his shoulder now. Trent quickly kicks his legs, and pulls himself backwards now and lands on his feet. He pulls Angel back up ontop of his shoulder before holding him in a tombstone piledriver position. Trent sits out, nailing a screwdriver. Falcoon - ANGEL'S HOLOCAUST! Kissens - Revenge is a bitch! Angel lays flat on his back and Trent lays across the chest of Angel, grabbing a hold of his left leg and hooking it. Dunn - That's gotta be it! The referee slides into place...1...2...thr- kickout! Kissens - JESUS! The fans explode, which sends the cameras shaking a bit. Falcoon - What the hell is keeping these two going?! Both men lay out of breath in the ring, looking to the rafters. The fans slowly quiet down, but keep chanting for Angel. Neither man shows any sign of movement for a few seconds before Trent gains a burst of adrenaline and swiftly picks himself up to a standing position. He staggers a bit as blood rushes to his head, but he regains his composure. He slowly walks towards Angel who has just began to sit up. Trent nails a hard shin kick across the chest of Angel, which sends him back down to the mat. Steel reaches down, pulling Angel up by his hair and standing him up on his unreliable legs. In an act of instinct, Angel swings wildly with a right hook but Trent telegraphs it and is able to duck it with ease. He stands up straight behind Angel before charging him, and quickly he pushes Angel up against the ropes. Angel holds on, and Steel's face nails into the back of his head as they collide. Steel staggers backwards as Angel seems unphased as he kicks Steel in the gut and tucks his head between his legs. Falcoon - ANGEL....You can't do your finisher! The fans are yelling at him not to do it. Angel disregards their chants and he picks Trent up into a crucifix position. Dunn - DUMBASS...He's going to lose this match. Kissens - I don't think Angel is thinking straight! Angel walks around the ring, when he tosses Trent back first into the corner turnbuckle. Kissens - THE ERADICATION! STEEL'S OWN MOVE! Dunn - That was brilliant! Trent's head snaps off the top turnbuckle and he falls limp to the mat. Falcoon - That was basically Angel's Redemption! Dunn - That's why I said it was Brilliant. Angel falls on top of him as the referee slides into place. The fans count along with him...1...2...3! Falcoon - HE DID IT! Missy Janson - The winner of this match....and NNEEEEEEEWWW OWF TRIPLE CROWN CHAMPION....AAAAAAAANGELLLL!!! Dunn - What a match. The fans continue to cheer loudly as the referee hands all three championships to Angel. He grabs a hold of them as he lays on the mat, taking in the fans. Falcoon - What a NIGHT! Kissens - It's a shame someone had to lose this match! Falcoon - Well folks, we're sorry to say but we're out of time. We'll see you next week on Addiction! Dunn - Thank you for joining us! The cameras fade to black with Angel holding all three titles and walking up the ramp to chants of his name from the crowd. |
