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DARK MATCHES JAMES DUNN V. FREEDOM KID WAS A DRAW
The Pay Per View opens with a view of President Chase Johnson sitting next to President Diamond Kid. They both are looking at the cameras. Prez CJ - Hello fans, welcome to Shit Happens. I know DK's glad to be here. Prez DK - Yep. Prez CJ - We just have a few things to announce. First, we have upped security from 60 men to 120 men. Every single person who enters this building will have an OWF Contract! Falcoon - CJ is laying down the law. Hello fans! We're listening in to CJ and DK here at Shit Happens! Prez DK - Secondly, This is the deadline I have given to Draco about him returning my gold or coming here to fulfill his obligations to his contract. Prez CJ - Third, any one individual who attempts to interfere in this match tonight will be terminated on the spot. Prez DK - Anything else? Prez CJ - Ummm. Oh yeah, to ensure that nobody will interfere, I am adding an extra layer to the cell. So two glass hell in a cells. One big one encasing a smaller one. Burst - That's huge! Prez DK - Have a good night! We cut back to the announcers. Falcoon - AHOOOO and welcome to Shit Happens! Burst - This is gonna be a night to remember! Falcoon - That is right Nick. In one of the most anticipated World Title matches we will see Seraph defend his title against Aphrodisia in a double glass hell in a cell. Kissens - That is going to be bloody! Burst - That is for sure. Falcoon - Not to mention a PDA Iron Man Match between Plague and Green. Burst - Two guys I ha -- Falcoon - We have some action backstage. Let’s go– Burst - Wait a minute. Is it a fight? Falcoon - No. Burst - A shoving match? Falcoon - No. Burst - Well then what kind of action is it? Falcoon - A vehicle is pulling up. Burst - You are a disgrace to your headset. We cut to the backstage area where a black limo is pulling up. It stops and the driver exits moving to the rear of the vehicle. The driver opens the door and pushes his head inside blocking the camera from seeing the inside of the limo. Driver - Sir, we are here. There is a muffled voice inside. Driver - Ok, sir. The entrance is this way. The driver points off behind the camera. The driver moves to the side opening the door all the way. The camera drops and a pair of black boots hit the pavement. The bottom of a pair of jeans can be seen. The man starts walking and we keep the view at his feet. Behind the man we can see various stage hands, interviewers, and wrestlers looking shocked at this man. Garrett Greene- ...what are you– The man’s feet pivot and we can see Garrett Greene in the background looking shocked as he approaches the man. As the man faces Greene he stops and looks away with a shaky voice. Garrett Greene - Nevermind! Wrong person! We see Garrett Greene take off behind a door. The man turns and continues to walk towards us. We continue to stay with a view at his feet a few steps ahead. Behind the feet we see the current world champion, Seraph. Seraph - .... We see the reigning champion stare at the man’s back, as five security guards follow Seraph out of the limo. He begins to head towards the entrance, with bodyguards in tow. The camera starts to pan up. We see a white shirt with black gothic lettering. Before we can read it, the man’s hand stops our view. All we can see is black. What we see is jarring. The hand moves and we can see the man walking away. The back of his white shirt is seen. Black gothic lettering ‘you’re all....’ and then in big bold letters ‘FUCKED!’. Falcoon - There was some action there. Burst - Psht! Pussified "I need a tampon because I am a girl" action. Falcoon - ...Oh shit. We are so going to be fined for that line. We cut to the inside of the arena where Seraph has stepped inside the doors and steps up to a security checkpoint. He has the World Title over his shoulder, and his security team is right behind him. Eventually, Seraph gets up to the front. Security - Who are you? Seraph - ...The name is Seraph, OWF World Champion. Security - Okay, can I see some ID? Seraph pulls out his wallet, showing him a photo ID. Security - Okay, go ahead. Seraph walks by as his bodyguard team attempts to do the same. The security of the OWF steps infront of them, not allowing them in. Security - Sorry, no contract, no entrance. Seraph - That's bullshit! Prez DK walks over to the security checkpoint, as he exits his office hearing the commotion. Prez DK - What's the problem? Seraph - They aren't letting my security pass. I'm not wrestling unless I know I have my back covered and this is the only way. Prez DK - Why are they here? Seraph - They're going to sit on the entrance ramp during the match and make sure everything goes clean as a whistle. I guarantee they will not interfere. Prez DK - I don't know.. Seraph - DK, listen, I know you haven't been around so incase you haven't known...I have been attacked from behind by Plague, Chris Green and Aphrodisia in the past few weeks, I don't trust your security to defend me against these New Four Horsemen anymore and I won't wrestle unless you let me use mine. DK thinks about it for a second. Prez DK - Let them through, but Seraph...Just know that I'm going to have a collaboration of OWF Wrestlers watching Aphrodisias back in that case. Seraph - Fine with me. The bodyguards are let past security as all six men walk off down the hallway. We stay focused on the wall. We cut to The President's office with Prez CJ sitting behind his desk. Another chair is blocking the way for us to see who is sitting in it. A brown leather jacketed arm puts down a pamplet of paper that has the OWF logo on the front of it. CJ takes a look at everything and gets up to shake the man's hand. Prez CJ - I can't tell you how much it means for us to have you back. I was hoping you were going to take me up on my offer sooner. ??? - I had other things to attend to. Personal business you know. Prez CJ - Yes and I was wondering if you could... ??? - If it's about the New 4H you can forget iit. I'm not interested. The camera shifts around and we see the face of Trent Steel. The crowd in the arena goes ballistic as Trent stands up and shakes CJ's hands. Trent's eyes are covered by his stereotypical black oakleys with red lenses. CJ sighs as he brings his hand back. Prez CJ - This is really unexpected. Trent Steel - Is it? Give me a reason why I should help you or DiK? Everytime I wanted something CJ you guys would not give in or you would fuck it up. My only reason for coming to this cesspool of freaks and insane people was to save my friend. Prez CJ - Let's not start with this whole Draco mess. Trent Steel - I'm not starting it. It's over. I'm here now not to bring him out...I'm here for me. I got no reason to fight a battle that apparently you two nimrods have brought on yourself. Why the fuck should I help you fight people who have done nothing to anger me. This is your war...I got no reason to fight it. Trent starts to leave. Prez CJ - What are you going to do if Draco shows up. Trent Steel - Nothing...I'm done with him. Fade back to the commentators. Burst - Steel is back! and Seraph, along with Aphrodisia, are going to have back-up in the main event. Falcoon - The OWF is stronger than ever! Kissens - AND! It's time for our first match. Missy Janson - Welcome to Shit Happens...Our first match of the night is scheduled for a one fall, it is a handicapped match! Coming to the ring first, the team of Cassie Gunn and Tara Headoff! PA System - You can only move as fast as, Who's in front of you.. A gun cocking blares across the arena. It's drowned out by a disorted guitar. The house lights dim and a dark purple light flickers on the stage in front of the entrance. The OWFtron shows a bullet peeling away the darkness in slow motion. "Breathe Today" by Flyleaf begins to leak over the crowd. And if you assume, The music dies for a moment and the OWFtron turns black to darkness... Flashes from camera's throughout the arena light up and suddenly the music pounds in again with the sight of a bullet darting across the OWFtron that rips it back to reveal a name "Cassie Gunn" in bleeding maroon letters. So many lies swirling, Cassie and Tara step out onto the stage, with Cassie in her warrior gear, her face painted in the unique purple and lime green designs. She travels down the ramp with her eyes focused on what's in front of her as Tara follows. Cassie leaps up onto the aprion with her knees and pulls herself using the top rope, while Tara cautiously approaches the ring. Cassie slides between the bottom rope and cracks her knuckles before waiting for her match to begin as Tara slides in and looks across the ring. Missy Janson - And their opponent, making her return to the ring...she is Eclipse! The lights dim around the entrance way before "Shit Life" by Dope suddenly pours out of the PA system. The fans squint trying to see what's going on around the dark entrance way when suddenly a figure emerges from the darkness as if ripping itself out of it. A flowing, ragged black cloak envelops her body and head while a reflective, metal mask covers her face. Slowly she walks down the ramp towards the ring. With every step the light in front of her dims so that she is never walking in full illumination. After entering the ring she stops near the center while looking at her opponent with her masked head tilted upwards and to the side at a strange angle. Missy Janson - And her partner.. From Bentonville Arkansas... Tara Headoff! "The Game" by Disturbed plays over the PA System. Tara steps out onto the ramp and smiles as she waves her kendo stick above her head. Falcoon - Watch that step Tara! Don't want you to break another neck! Kissens - hahaha! yeeeah. As she takes a step towards the ramp someone from behind pushes her down! She hits the ramp face first and skid down it. Kissens - Ohhh ouch! Falcoon - Yeah now I kinda feel bad! Burst - You should! Neck's don't grow on trees yoou know! Falcoon - Who the.. Eclipse steps out from the shadows with a smirk as she grabs Tara up by her hair and drags her belly first across the steel ramp all the way down to the ring. Burst - That's pretty fucked up man! Kissens - Look at Tara's chest and stomach! She's bbeat up and the bell hasn't rung. Eclipse lifts her up and tosses her into the ring. The referee signals for the bell... (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Cassie dances around Eclipse for a moment, watching and waiting to strike. Eclipse lifts Tara from her stomach and knees her in the face. She grabs her throat and slaps her across the face! Kissens - HEY NOW! That's enough of that shit! Falcoon - That's a little overboard. The referee warns her and begins to count. Eclipse tosses her down to the mat with a smug look. Cassie kicks at her head from behind, she catches Cassie's foot in the air and holds it in place. Eclipse backs her up, Cassie hops on one foot trying to keep her balance, Cassie goes for the enziguri but Eclipse leans away from it and she spins around while she still holds Gunn's leg up. Finally she begins to lift her up.. She has Cassie up high with one leg pointing straight up in the air.. powerbomb! Eclipse turns and stands Tara up. She grabs Tara's head and plants her with Nature's Course! Kissens - This isn't a match! Come on! Eclipse smirks to the crowd then places her foot across Tara's forehead.. 1...2...3! Missy Janson - Your winner of the han.... Falcoon - What the hell is he doing? Jesus Smoke grabs the microphone from Missy's hands and tosses it down. He quickly slides into the ring seeing that Eclipse has already exited. Kissens - Looks like he's trying to be a hero but is a little late! Smoke helps a groggy Cassie to her feet, he slides behind her and hooks her in a full nelson then extends her arms out... He drops Cassie face first to the mat and lands ontop of her! Burst - holy shit! He almost made me spill my vodka! Did he just.. Falcoon - Yes he did and he's scum for it! Smoke leaps up and grabs a hand full of Tara's hair and whips her head back. Her eyes are already in the back of her head but this doesn't stop him. Smoke picks her up and hooks her limp body in a full nelson then slams her face first into the mat! Kissens - Come on! These women can't even fight back! Smoke pulls Tara ontop of Cassie and pins them both. He makes the count as the fans boo.. 1..2...3! Smoke slides out of the ring and grabs Missy Janson by the hair, whipping her head back. He yells something loudly in her ear then spits right in her face. Kissens - Jesus christ is this man a lunatic? Falcoon - Pathetic excuse for a man is more like itt! Smoke screams "SAY IT!" in her face as she quickly brings her shaking hand to the mic. Missy Janson - Your winner... Jesus "The Lady Killer" Smoke. The fans boo him while he raises his hands in victory. Falcoon - I'm going to check on Missy real fast. Burst - Take your time. Fuckin' moron. Kissens - Well "The Lady Killer". What a dick! We see Trent Steel backstage talking on his cellphone. He's got his leather jacket off and is getting a coke from a machine as he talks. Trent Steel - Daddy's gonna be home tommorow morning sweetie. I promise we'll go riding on the harley. Trent leans down and gets his drink. He turns around. Trent Steel - Of course hunny. I would love to play with you and your dol... We see Vanity come into view. Trent stands there for a second. Trent Steel - Hunny. Tell mommy daddy had some business come up. I love you to sweetheart. Good night. Vanity glares at Steel as he puts his jacket back on and the phone back in the coat pocket. He removes his black oakleys and puts them into his front jacket pocket. Trent Steel - Now...What we have here is a very interesting situation. I know you don't want me here. I know you really want to kick my ass. I know that you want to rip my head off for what happened before. Trent pulls out his black fingerless gloves and puts them on as Vanity just stands there. Trent Steel - Now I...don't want a part of it. You see I don't want to fight you. You came at me. I handled the situation the best way. Situation has changed a bit. I don't give a damn if you kick Draco's ass...I don't care anymore. However if you feel that you want to go another round with me we can go Vanity. I got not problem with that. However...This is a rare occasion where I am willing to let shit slide. We start even...no problems. You stay out of my way and I stay out of yours. Or... Trent gets into his stance. Trent Steel - I kick your ass again. This time I go apeshit. I am not in the mood to fight tonight! My fight is not with you...unless you want it. Silence. Vanity gets into her stance for a moment and then smirks as she walks off. Trent starts to laugh to himself as he cracks open his soda. Trent Steel - Score one for the bad guy. We go back to the announcers. Burst - Steel is not here to make friends Falcoon - That is for damn sure. The gently pattering of a set of boots against a concrete floor echo throughout the hallway as the camera's softly fade in upon the backstage area. The camera's focus on the large dark boots and nothing else, step by step they watch the person take until eventually coming to a corner... Plague - Well see I wa.... Plague's mouth drops as he and the person in the black boots come face to face at the corner of the hall. Plague goes speechless and drops his cell phone to his side. The boots continue past him, clanking down the hall while the camera's continue to focus of Plague's shocked face. In the distance a knocking can be heard. The camera's shoot down the hall catching up to the boots. Stage Hand - Dunn.. You're up for your que! A door to the right opens, the stage hand hears the boots and turns his focus on what is coming down the hall. Dunn steps out and looks in the same direction. They spot the man in the boots and quickly reality sinks in to them, the stage hand pushes Dunn into his lockerroom and follows him in, they slam the door and lock it! Suddenly the door opens up again and Dunn pushes the stage hand out and locks the door behind him. The stage hand scatters down the hallway and escape this man. Stage Hand - I gotta tell DK! DEEEEEEE-K! ....He's back!.... The scene slowly fades into the arena. Falcoon - It's Bump of the Night time! Burst - Can SOMEONE.. ANYONE please explain to me how the hell this works? Falcoon - YES I CAN! Kissens - Thanks to his handy dandy promo event flyer! Get one at each OWF event from our local venders! Falcoon - Have you ever watched the slam dunk contest? Well that's the basic principle. Two men will compete in a team which is randomly decided. Kissens - If by randomly you mean a jobber is paired with a star? Falcoon - Yeah whatever.. Anyway! One man on the team will be the judge, the other will be the person attempting the huge bump. Contestants will get two oppertunities to impress their judges! Get the rules? No? NEITHER DO WE! LETS GO! Kissens - How is this wrestling....? Falcoon - It's not. It.. Pathetic is what it is. Missy Janson - The following contest is the bump of the night match! Introducing first.. Mike "The Nightmare" Noctras! "The Great American Nightmare" by Rob Zombie hits the speakers and Mike Noctras walks out from the back. He comes out, with MMA gloves on his hands and looks prepared to do whatever it takes to win this match. He looks around the stage at all the props then nods as he awaits his judge... Missy Janson - And his judge for the night... Cokekid! Cokekid runs out from the back, his eyes light up as he gazes around the arena. He looks over at Mike who is setting up a table. Missy Janson - Introducing next... Cadaverick! KoRn's "Falling Away From Me" starts screaming through the speakers as the house lights dim down to a glow comparable to that of a candle. Attired covered by a white over coast, Cadaverick marches without as much as a glare towards the audience. Missy Janson - And his judge for the night... Mike.. Van... Pelt! PA System - M...V...P... A loud explosion rocks the arena as Mike Van Pelt jumps down from above the entranceway onto the stage. He points out into the crowd and smiles as the fans leap to their feet! Falcoon - Hey hey! Good to see this guy back on the air! Burst - Yeah he hasn't been on TV much since OWF management noticed that he's the "Rick Flair" of sucking. He tries to slap hands with Cadaverick, but he is snugged off. Missy Janson - Up next, we have making his debut, lets hear it for Jesus Smoke! The Crusifix hits the P.A throughout the arena as the lights dim to an erie blue colour as out from the curtains steps this mysterious man from the shadows known as Jesus Smoke. He slowly steps through the smoke and the mist and walks his way slowly to the ring not paying attention to the sound of boo's being echoed throughout the arena. Missy Janson - And his judge for the night... 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 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 defunct LillyAss Title like its a guitar, strumming it as the bell rings.. (Ding, Ding, Ding...)
Falcoon - Hey I didn't know you get to beat up your jobbers first! Burst - Sweet deal! Referee Andrew Caps - Gentlemen! Find your places now!
Smoke is given the signal as a spotlight spots him high above the crowd, he points to Dunn.. Dunn begins to run towards him full speed with his head down and ducted under. Smoke hoists James up on his shoulders and steps towards the ledge.. Sitdown Powerbomb! Falcoon - HOOLLLLYYYYY FUCCKKKK!! Burst - Incredible! The crowd screams and a faint cry of a sickened person can be heard in the distance. Down they shatter table after table on their decent to the bottom! They reach the final table and all that can be seen is sawdust and blood in the air. The referees quickly rush over, Smoke is sitting to the side holding his ribs in pain. Dunn is covered in piles of wood that followed him down. Kissens - I can't believe what I just saw! What if.. What if Dunn is dead! The referees push the fans away and suddenly from the pile of wood a hand with a sign pops out. It has the number "10" written on it. The fans laugh and he turns the sign over reading "OUCH!". Falcoon - Haha! It's the coyotte! I get it! Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen.. Jesus Smoke has been given a perfect 10! We instantly flash over to Cadaverick. He waits a moment for the signal.. The spot light shines on him ontop of the OWFtron... He takes a breath before running full speed at MVP on the other side of the beam... They make contact! Falcoon - He's spearing him off the tron!! The crowd is amazed as lights flash all over the arena from people taking pictures... They float through the air until eventually they crash down through 2 tables sat side by side. The crowd groans as the two men lay broken ontop of a small pile of wood on the stage. The referees revive MVP and trainers come out to attend to Cadaverick. Missy walks over to MVP and he whispers something to her. Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen.. Cadaverick was given a 9. The fans boo and begin to chant "MVP sucks". You can see that Cadaverick wants to kick MVP's teeth in. Falcoon - How is that not a 10!? Burst - No No I see it.. landed a little sloppy. Falcoon - Only thing sloppy around here is Jackie's crotch! Kissens - Ugh. Fuckin immature pricks. The spotlight shines on Noctras who is on top of a ladder on the stage. He leaps off holding his knees tucked.. 1 flip.. 2 flips.. 3 flips.. 4.. flips.. Falcoon - 5 fucking flips! Noctras lands on Cokekid at the bottom of the pit below the stage. The platform they are on shakes and begins to crack on full impact! The two men fall through the platform into a mess of wires. Several lights around the arena cut out. Falcoon - Are you kidding me!? That's like a million degrees! Kissens - 1,800. Falcoon - 1,800 de freakin' grees! Burst - It's dark in here! Quit touching me Jackie! Kissens - Uhh.. That isn't me! Burst - Damn it Gary! Falcoon - It's GORDIE!! Idiot... The referees and security guards pull them from the wreckage. Noctras screams at them and pushes them away as he makes his way outta the pit. They pull Cokekid.. Cokekid - Yoo dude.. That's was like aaa ahh ... 9 dude. Noctras - WHAT MOTHER FUCKER? Cokekid - I said a 10 dude. Sheeesh dude take a chill pill dude man bro roid head. Don't go all.. Chris Benoit on us! ahhaaahaa! Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen.. At the end of round one Cadaverick has 9 and Noctras and Jesus Smoke are tied at 10. We cut back to Cadaverick and Mike Van Pelt who are on the stage on opposite sides of the ladder.. They exchange fists until finally Cadaverick brings a chair he had hidden on the side of the ladder. He smacks MVP over the head with it and vertical suplex's him off! Falcoon - That's a long hard fall to take backwards! The stage erupts with a loud crunch followed by a thud as Cadaverick and MVP lay on the stage motionless.. Missy quickly makes her way over to MVP who whispers to her.. Missy Janson - Cadaverick was given a 10!
We go to Mike Noctras and Cokekid on the ring aprion.. The spotlight shines on them and Noctras grabs Cokekid by the throat.. He lunges with CK in the air and Chokeslams him right through the commentary table! The table doesn't shatter but Cokekid lands it hard and his breath is taken away.. Falcoon - That's impressive! Noctras isn't a very big guy and for him to chokeslam CK into our table.. That's huge! The fans cheer on the action as Cokekid calls for a stretcher while holding his back in pain. Missy puts the mic down by Cokekid who squirms on the ground. Cokekid - Ahh dude that... Ahh it fuckin' hurts! You dickwad! I give you a fucking zero! You broke my back douchebag! Mike grabs him up by the collar and slams him into the table again. Falcoon - Easy Mike! Hey god damn it! You're gonna hurt the kid! Burst - Take it easy Mike. Security rushes over and pushes Noctras off CK. The referee is signaling that CK has been disqualified for an unfairly ruling. Falcoon - Ejected! Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen its the referee's decision to give Mike Noctras a 9 for that bump! Falcoon - Good score! Kissens - So Smoke has 10, Noctras has 19, and Cadaverick has 19? We cut back to the final bump of the night. The glass cell slowly lowers from the ceiling.. You can see someone on top of it.. Falcoon - Smoke is riding the cell down! It plants itself firmly over the top of the ring. clearly showing Jesus Smoke with James Dunn's head between his legs.. They look down as the ring locks into place... Suddenly Smoke pulls up on the arms. The fans rise and applaud knowing whats coming... Falcoon - He's not gonna.. nooo.. Smoke suddenly lifts up.. Pedigree!!! The glass shatters and like a shower it drifts down onto the ring canvas. Smoke and Dunn crash through the middle of it and land hard inside the ring! Falcoon - Hope they brought spare glass! Dunn holds up his sign with "OUCH!" written on it.. He then twirls it around and it reads "10" Missy Janson - Your winner of the bump of the night contest... With a perfect score of 20... Jesus Smoke! Burst - Impressive, I don't think he really even hurt himself doing it. Falcoon - This guy is someone to keep your eye on. Kissens - That's for sure!
IT DOESN'T MATTER IF YOU'RE
NAUGHTY.. ON DECEMBER 16TH, 2007.. TWELVE WRESTLERS
LIVE! December 16th, 2007. Only on Pay Per View!
Falcoon - Hello fans, we have just gotten some interesting news about the WoW Five by Five Series. Chase Roberts is going on a leave of abscence until further notice so the match tonight between Medea Jane McTierney and Z aka Shannon Winters is for the WoW Title. Burst - Geez. Winters could win it tonight? Falcoon - I doubt it! Missy Janson - This is the final match in the WoW Five by Five Series. Coming to the ring first, the challenger, she is from Cameron, North Carolina...Z!! Burst - Hahaha! I love that name! PA System - At the bottom of a swimming pool, I think I found a clue. I know, that I'm getting CLOSER.. A large explosion happens on the stage. The fans all jump to their feet looking towards the entrance ramp. Immediately after the pyro, "Dead and Gone" by I am the Avalanche starts to play. PA System - She's Gone Away, She's gone away. I need to hear her say the world doesn't mean as much as you do. Then the curtain pushes open and from the back "Stunning" Shannon Winters walks out. She spends a few seconds at the top of the ramp before she slowly walks down it, towards the aisle, with her eyes concentrated on the ring. As she walks down the aisle she eyes up the fans around the ring, and gives a look up to the rafters before she gets to the apron. She quickly slides in under the bottom rope. She pushes herself up from a push up position and walks over to her corner. She leans up against the turnbuckle and awaits action. Missy Janson - And her opponent, she is the WoW Champion...Medea Jane McTierney! The arena lights go down and a guitar rift for “Bleed it Out” by Linkin Park begins to play. A light shines down on a silhouetted figure and as the singing starts a flurry of green and blue pyro goes off, the crowd seemingly turns as a whole to look in her direction as the speakers suddenly explode with her theme song. Yeah here we go for the hundredth time Medea’s head snaps up as she seems to hear the cheers of the crowd, she begins to bounce seeming much like a marionette puppet. Her eyes alight with fire as she looks toward the ring, her slender yet muscular body wrapped in a tight leather tank top and a pair of khaki colored cargo pants that hang low on her hips and her reddish brown hair pulled back into a ponytail that shows off the features of her face. I bleed it out digging deeper The screen behind Medea plays clips of her matches so far in OWF and as she makes her way down to the ring she moves from one side of the ramp to the other slapping hands with the fans, the sound of them cheering for her flooding her ears and her other senses. Go stop the show Medea pauses for a moment at the bottom of the ramp and flashes the camera a smile and then blows a kiss before she jumps up onto the ring apron and as she grabs a hold of the top rope she leans back and once again waves to the crowd before turning back around and vaulting over the top rope. I bleed it out digging deeper As the song fades away, Medea stands in the middle of the ring awaiting her opponent with her hands on her hips and a smirk on her lips. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Chants float back and forth throughout the arena. The crowd is split 50/50 and are trying to drown each other out. Medea and Z tie up in the center of the ring, Z gets a kick knee up to Medea's gut then follows up with a knee lift to Medea's mouth! They break the tie up and Medea clutches her face, Z sends herself into the ropes but Medea plants her to the mat with a fall forward clothesline! Falcoon - These two have very similar styles! But Medea has a little stronger build. Burst - Is this the best of five.. or whatever that was called? Falcoon - For the hundredth time.. Stop smoking pot. You'd forget your ass if it wasn't surgically attached to your whore Jackie's face. Burst - Ohh ho ho. HA! That's... Ow wow she's pissed! Kissens - Fuck off. Both of you! Burst - But I! Falcoon - HA! .. And yes Nick, this is the end of the best of 5 because Chase didn't show up. Medea is back on her feet, she grabs the hair of Z and drags her towards the corner. Medea lays her open on the mat and leaps up to the top turnbuckle then springs instantly back off with a high moonsault! Z crunches her knee up just in time and Medea lands chest first on Z's knees! Falcoon - Ah man! That knocked the wind outta Medea! Look shes gasping! Burst - Watch me Medea.. BRRREEEATH. mmmm air! Kissens - Will you stop fucking taunting her? Suddenly someone emerges from the back.. Falcoon - Hey Alexis is here! Burst - She's still alive? Sheesh I thought Jesse woulda put a hit out on her! Kissens - Come on down champ! Falcoon - She's not the champ anymore! Kissens - Yeah but she should be. What a fuckin' screwjob that was. Alexis skips down to the ring, trying not to move her left arm that remains held in a sling against her chest. She slams her right hand down on the mat and cheers Medea on. Z turns her attention to Alexis and points her out. Alexis puts her good arm in the air and backs away. Medea begins to stir, Z turns her focus back on Medea and charges at her. Medea pulls down on the ropes and uses her feet to trip Z in mid charge! Z stumbles a step then crashes into the ropes, Medea releases the ropes and they pop Z in the face! "Ohhh!" the crowd cringes. She stumbles backwards holding her face before falling to the mat. Kissens - Did you hear that pop!? Did you hear the sound of that hard coated cable wire smack Z in the face! Falcoon - A thud I think the whole building heard! Burst - I didn't hear it. Falcoon - Bull shit. Liar. Z is back on her face with her arms draped on the turnbuckle, her back towards the ring and head facing the ground, she tries to shake off the pain, but Medea interupts her by grabbing her shoulder.. Z turns and pushes Medea away, Medea charges at her this time and Z props herself up on the turnbuckle causing Medea to run right into Z's feet. Medea stumbles back, Z takes 3 quick strides forward and plants Medea with a running enziguri! Z makes the quick pin.. 1...2... kick out by Medea Jane! Falcoon - Z is so quick on her feet! Burst - Haha look at that big line on her face! Kissens - Who Alexis? All - Hahahahaahahaha! Kissens - No but seriously Z looks like she got smacked in the face with a tree limb! Alexis gets frusterated on the outside and tries to divert the ref's attention.. Z stands up and looks over the ropes at Alexis, the ref pushes Z away, but Alexis gets closer as she climbs onto the ring aprion! Medea runs as fast as she can towards Z, Z quickly trips her up with a drop toe hold and Medea and Alexis bump foreheads! Alexis falls off the aprion to the floor and Medea staggers.. Z rolls up Medea from behind.. 1...2...3! Missy Janson - Here is your winner of the 5 by 5 series and NEEEWWWW WoW Champion.... Shannon Winters! Falcoon - What a shocker! Burst - She won her name back! Kissens - She went from a zero, to a hero. Burst - That was so lame. Alexis slides into the ring and watches as Medea leaps to her feet. Shannon is handed her WoW title in the background and holds it up in victory.. Falcoon - Awee poor Alexis is mad! Kissens - Knock her head off Alexis! Teach that bitch not to do wrong. Medea and Alexis get close and exchange words. Suddenly Alexis aggressivly pushes Medea then brings her leg back.. Chick kick to the back of Shannon's head! Alexis grips her arm in pain as she kneals over Shannon and grabs the WoW title. Alexis Cage - Is this what you want!?.. PROVE IT! Alexis pushes the title into Medea's chest then exits the ring. Medea stares at her reflection in the mirror plated belt before we cut away. We cut backstage to the entrance of the arena. CJ is standing there with the head of security. Prez CJ - Make sure that nobody gets in here. I have two of the four in a match now, so i'd expect it to be two more. Just keep your eyes peeled. Security - Yes, sir. We cut back to the ring, where Missy Janson is standing. Missy Janson - The next bout is a 30 Minute PDA Iron Man Match, coming to the ring first, making his return to the OWF...Chris Green! "Thrown away" by Vast hits the PA as Chris Green slowly struts out onto the platform and throws his hands out to the crowd. He slowly makes his way down to the ring and slingshots himself over the top rope. Burst - I have always hated that guy. Falcoon - Me too… Burst - Shut up, you hero worshipped that fag like the little bitch you are! Falcoon - You're right. Kissens - He’s a lousy lay too…. She absent mindedly twists her hair around her fingers as both Falcoon and Burst stare at her. Falcoon - You bitch… Kissens - Shush…Plague’s about to enter. Missy Janson - And his opponent, he is from Toronto, Ontario, Canada...he is Plague! Suddenly a loud screech of guitar feed back rips throughout the entire arena. As it does the entire goes black for a moment or so. Then suddenly, a spotlight sweeps the crowd until it rests on the enterance ramp, to show Plague on he’s knees, holding his guitar by his side. A soft rhythm played by guitar is now heard throughout the arena. PA - NOW TESTIFY! The pyros go off and the lights go out, but spotlights go off shining all over the crowd and one always staying on Plague and he walks slowly down the ramp to the heavy guitar and rap like vocals of “Testify” by Rage Against the Machine hit the PA. Plague suddenly breaks into a run, the lights changing to strobe lights. He swings his guitar over his back and slides under the bottom rope…pyros flashing off again bringing the lights back to normal. Plague leaps to his feet and walks over to the corner. Falcoon - Remember folks, this match was created by CJ for who he thinks is behind all these clues. There are no titles on the line, these two are just going to fight it out. Burst - This should be good. I’ll be surprised if these guys actually fight at all…or will they just talk for hours on end on how DiK screwed them? Falcoon - Probably… Burst - Shut up. You’d prolly pay to see DiK actually screw these two. Kissens - I dunno. I’d give it to Plague… (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Plague turns around and winks at Kissens, throwing her a wave as well. Green takes this opportunity to attack him from behind sending him over the ropes. Ref calls for the bell. Plague slowly gets to his feet and Green smashes a fist hard over the forehead of Plague. Plague drops down, driving an elbow into the crotch of Green. He staggers away…giving Plague time to jump and land with his feet on the ropes. He bounces off delivering a strong drop kick to the jaw of Green, bringing him down hard to the ropes. Plague wastes no time in covering his opponent. Burst - You see…if this was anyone else but Plague…I’d be happy. Falcoon - Yea… Burst - What did I tell you about shutting the hell up? Kissens - I just hope that he doesn’t ruin his good looks. ..1...2..KICK OUT BY GREEN. 27 minutes remaining Plague rolls to his feet, and Green does the same. Both men tie up, and Green sends Plague flying hard into the turnbuckle. It smashes hard into his chest, which causes him to stagger back wheezing. Green executes a perfect neckbreaker onto Plague. Green doesn’t bother with the pin…but picks his opponent up and irish whips him hard into the ropes. He looks for the “Fall from Grace” on the return but Plague sends his shoulder smashing hard into Green’s rib cage in half jump. Plague slowly pulls himself to his feet and smashes the heel of his boot hard into the face of Green. He coughs and sputters, but the Plague delivers another hard kick straight to the jugular on Green that sends him somersaulting onto his back. Plague runs into the ropes and drops a knee hard onto his face. Pague stays down and drives his knee hard into the throat Mean Green. Green flails his arm but refuses to tap. Green finally grabs a hold of the ropes…but Plague doesn’t let go. Plague - ITS NO DQ! 20 minutes remaining… Plague then shoves his hand into his pockets and slips a set of brass knuckles out of his pocket and smashes them hard into the face of Green, spraying blood all over the mat. Plague stands up over himand beckons him to get up. Green slowly pulls himself out of the ring and down to the floor…obviously still dazed from that last knuckle shot. Plague takes this time to taunt the crowd and take it all in. Burst - Now this is the Plague we know… Kissens - And Love! Hi Plague… She giggles as she waves at him, Plague grins and shoots her the guns…giving Green enough time to smash a shot into the back of his head with a baseball bat. Plague’s eyes roll to the back of his head as his body limply sags against the ropes. Green backs up and swings again making a sick sounding connection with his rib cage…again and again. Plague moans and turns his body, catching Greens next blow and driving a hard shot across his face and another two into the sternum. He pushes Green backwards with the flats of his hands, Green tries to come back forward but…Plague sidesteps forward and smashes his foot hard into Green’s jaw. Kissens - OOOOHHH THE VACCINE! That’s so hot! Way to go Plague… Burst - Hey Eddie, you’ve been pretty silent. What’s up? Falcoon - Wel… Burst - Shut up. Still haven’t learned your lesson eh? Falcoon - No… Burst - Hey! I said Shut Up! Green crumbles to the mat and Plague wastes no time in covering him. 1..2..3 Plague gets one fall! Plague - 1 Green - 0 15 minutes remaining. Green pounds the floor with his fist as he slowly raises to his feet Plague beckons him up. Green grabs the bat again and takes a hard swing at Plague’s face. He ducks, and catches it hard in the shoulder. He cracks the brass knuckles hard into the bridge of his nose. Drawing more blood. He steps back looking for another Vaccine, but Green smashes out his leg in mid kick. He plants the bat square between Plague’s eyes…knocking him out momentarily. Green jumps the ropes and grabs a chair from underneath the ring and a ladder as well. Plague is slowly starting to rise again, but Green tosses the ladder, connecting with him hard in the face. Plague goes down again, his hands clutching at the blood pooling out of his mouth. Green sandwichs the chair onto Plague’s already damaged knee and climbs the turn buckle, Plague kicks the chair off sending it flying into Greens face taking him off the turnbuckle and down to the floor below. Plague sets up the ladder and slowly begins to climb. 10 minutes remaining. Kissens - Be careful Plague… Plague waves to her from on top of the turnbuckle…he doesn’t notice Green begin to stir though. He screams at the top of his lungs before lunging off looking for the Epidemic Drop. Green swings up to his feet and connects with the chair into Plague’s head at the last second with an upward swing. He sends Plague flopping against the apron, Green goes for the cover. 1…2…3 Chris Green scores a fall. Plague - 1 Green - 1 7 minutes remaining. Falcoon - Well Jackie…looks as if your lover just might be a tad more ugly now. Kissens - Well he can’t more ugly then you. Did I mention that he lasted only two minutes? Burst - Uhhhh, yeah. Kissens - Did I mention that he cried for twenty minutes? Burst - Yea…wait twenty minutes? You said it was only five Curtis? Falcoon - Shut up…I was embarrassed…. Kissens - I’ll say. Meanwhile both men have climbed into the ring, Plague looks dead on his feet. Green laughs at this as Plague slowly backs toward the ladder now leaning against the turnbuckle. Green rushes him, but Plague quickly swings into a toe drop hold sending Green’s chin straight into the ladder rungs. Plague leaps up to his feet and drives a flying knee hard into Green’s back. Green rolls off the ladder Plague goes to pick him up, but Green drives his head hard into the ladder. Plague staggers back and Green runs forward…FALL FROM GRACE! He holds for the pin..1..2..KICK OUT BY PLAGUE 5 minutes remaining… Kissens -… Falcoon -… Burst - Well…I’m impressed… Green rolls off, looking frustrated and begins to argue with the ref. Plague gets up to his feet behind him and then runs forward executing a bulldog directly onto the ladder. Green bounces off, and Plague smashes two hits right into the rib cage with his brass knuckles and another one right across the jaw line. 4 Minutes Remaining. Plague grabs Green by the hair, and Greener drives an elbow hard into Plague’s gut. Plague staggers back, but Green is all over him, looking for another Fall From Grace. Plague smashes right into a Vaccine, connecting again with Green’s jaw. 3 minutes remaining… Green hit the mat hard, and Plague went right in like a vulture looking for the pin. Green rolls over and smashes and elbow hard into Plague’s jaw. He staggers back again, and advances again…but this time holding the bat He swings hard at Plague, but he ducks and lifts Green flipping over the ropes. 2 minutes remaining… Plague jumps down, in time to catch a hard chair shot across the back from Green. Plague smashes the knuckles hard into his face again which causes him to back peddle slightly. 1 minute remaining… He raises the chair again, but Plague catches it and sweeps his legs out. He grabs Greens legs and crosses them and turns over locking in the Death Lock 30 seconds remaining… Plague applies a lot more pressure…but Green keeps shaking his head no stretching out for the chair. 15 seconds. The tips of his fingers brush the chair but he can’t quit reach. Plague grunts and pushes harder down…cracks are heard throughout Green’s legs and thighs. His hand is elevated above the ground. 5 seconds remaining. Green tries one more time to get the chair…but Plague yanks back and pushes down. Green slaps his hand on the ground three times tapping out. Missy Janson - The winner of this bout, 2-1....PLAGUE! Plague allows his legs to fall back down to the ground. He extends his hand, and Green takes it allowing him to help him out. “Testify” by Rage against the machine is heard throughout the stadium. The fans cheer them on as they show each other respect as they exit up the ramp. Burst - I have to say, that was a great match. Falcoon - Absolutely. Kissens - Well, we only have one match left really on this card. Falcoon - And that's the main event! PA System - I'm havin' trouble tryin' to sleep.. Countin' sheep but running out.. Burst - Here comes DK, first. "Brain Stew" by Greenday hits the speakers and the house shakes as Prez DK steps out. He skips his normal pose and heads straight for the ring, the camera's dart around him admiring his black eye and stitches gashes in his face. They pan behind him as he slides into the ring and retrieves a microphone. Prez DK - Obviously you've all witnessed the rebirth of what some may consider OWF's apoclypse. Some of you even saw this coming.. But when what ALL didn't expect was for one of our own staff members work against MY efforts to keep the N4H out. Recently President Chase Johnson ignored my attempts to keep a peaceful place... Some think that CJ is part of a conspiracy that helped N4H in their arrival. I know the truth... The fact is.. Chase Johnson is no more than a simple minded moron that couldn't open his eyes and notice what the hell was happening! Falcoon - I'd like to point out that Chase Johnson is the reason OWF is still around! Burst - Shhh! DK's talking! Prez DK - I mean COME ON Chase. Why the fuck would Plague and Chris Green try to help Alexis Cage?.. Think hard about this.. MAYBE because I hired them to do this job! Why? Well it's simple you ... Prez CJ - Woah woah woah DK. Hang on a second. Falcoon - CJ is taking a stand! Burst - Tell that idiot to get outta here! IDIOT!! Come on Jackie! Tell em'! Kissens - That idiot signs my check. Falcoon - Booyyaa! Prez CJ - If you think for one moment that I'm gonna sit back and listen to you trash me.. You're Wrong! Prez DK - Listen dumbass! Your opinion matters to me, about as much as Draco's does! In fact, why don't you give that pussy a call and invite him into your vagina for tea and.. Whatever.. yeah. CJ starts towards the ring and is about to respond when DK cuts him off again. Prez DK - By the way.. Tell your buddy Draco that I want my fucking property back! Nobody walks out with my tag team title! Prez CJ - You need to just shut your mouth and get outta this ring. Prez DK - Oh you wanna make something of this big man? Come down to the ring! CJ crawls between the ropes and DK backs up against the far side ropes. Falcoon - Coward! Look at him run from CJ. Burst - He's not running you dip shit! He's contrroling his temper. Being the bigger man! Prez DK - I'll make you my bitch just like I would Ryan if he deci.. He's in mid sentence and is about to exit the ring when the PA system kicks on. The lights go out. He back pedals as he hears a low humming sound. He stares at the stage and he can be heard calling the New 4 Horsemen out. The high pitch sound of a guitar is heard as DK backs up against the ropes. The drums joins the guitar pounding away. The lights around the entrance way go with the beat. Falcoon - What the hell is going on? Burst - Who do I look like to you? Doug fucking WWest? I'm not gonna comment on every PA theme that comes on and buy into it and treat our fans likes retards by telling them repeativly who's coming down the ramp! Falcoon - Sheeesh sorry! Kissens - Ha! Doug Fucking West. That's classic. The vocals kick in and the fans are on the feet. DK is shaking his head as everyone recognizes the theme music as 'Suffer' by Circle of Red. The lights on the stage continue to go with the beat of the drums. A figure stands in the middle of the entrance looking straight ahead at DK. The music cuts and the lights slowly come back on. Everyone sees the truth of the man’s identity standing there. Falcoon - .... Burst - This could be bad. Falcoon - For who? Burst - Everybody. Can’t you read the shirt??! Falcoon - Where did CJ go? Burst - He high tailed it because he's a pussy!
Indeed 'The Hellacious One' Draco is standing in the entrance way glaring down at DK. The fans are blowing the roof off at the appearance of Draco. Draco makes his way down the ramp slowly and looks to be limping. His face has a few bruises on it and looks discolored. His arm looks like it is wrapped in gauze. His chest looking wrapped as well. All this with the OWF Tag Team Title drapped across his shoulder. DK laughs seeing Draco in his current condition. Falcoon - It looks like Draco isn’t in any shaape to return to wrestling. Burst - I would tell him, but I can’t leave my chair after that incident with the fan last year. Draco climbs up the stairs and winces as he gets into the ring. DK gets in Draco’s face continuing the barrage of insults once again. Draco turns his head to the side and then back to DK. Looking him dead in the eyes and taking a step towards him. DK steps back. Draco continues to move toward DK until he is pushed against the ropes. Draco calls for a microphone and is just barely able to catch it. Draco - Can you read DiK? There is no response from the president of the company. Draco takes a step back still glaring at DK. Draco - I'll take that as a yes. This shirt says it all. It was the shirt that was seen earlier in the back. The white shirt with black gothic lettering. The front stating ‘I’m back. I’m pissed.’ With the back stating in black gothic lettering ‘you’re all...’ and underneath in bold letters ‘FUCKED!’. Draco - I’m not back here for titles, the paycheck, or the glory. I am here for you! Draco points over to DK who is looking around for a way to get out of the ring without Draco latching onto him. Draco - It’s been a rough month...or two. I don’t fuckin’ know. All I know is that I need some stress relief and you are it. Prez DK - You can’t lay a hand on me! I will fire your ass! Draco - Nothing is stopping me, DiK. Not a damn tthing! Prez DK - I could destroy you right now, Draco. You know it! I used to be a world class champion and you are just Draco the gimp right now. Hell, I am the last person you want to face in this federation. Draco - Is that a challenge, DiK? With a scoff Prez DK moves out of the corner and snatches the microphone from Draco. He tugged on Draco’s wrapped arm and Draco hunches over in pain. Prez DK - Look at yourself. A challenge? It's a fuckin' fact. Draco springs up and throws his foot up looking for a superkick. Draco can’t follow through and drops to his knees in pain and DK quickly leaves the ring keeping his eyes on Draco. Prez DK - Normally... Now hang on a second dickwad! Normally... I don't deal with someone so demanding. It reminds me or terrorism! BUT, since you are obviously in no shape to complete this challenge... I'll have to say... Fine, you’re on! You take everyone on in the fed and then you get me, but we all know you won’t make it. You will quit again, you sorry bitch. Draco starts pulling himself up on the bottom rope and we can see blood on Draco’s arm. It is starting to soak through the arm of his shirt. He glares over at DK as he motions on the entrance ramp. PA System - ... Dunn-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah.. Prez DK - Hey Draco.. I figured I'd give you a head start! Falcoon - RING THE BELL BO! Uncle Bo - YOOO! The mexican hat dance song hits over the PA system Mucho Grasa and No Habla Ingles step out onto the stage. Mucho pats his own chest. They look at each other then jog to the ring. Mucho falls behind and has to stop to take a breath before getting to the ring. Falcoon - BO RING THE GOD DAMN BELL! RING THE BELL BO!!! Kissens - Leave him alone. Missy Janson - The following is a two on one handicap match! Introducing first.. The Taco Supremes! Falcoon - BOOO!! Uncle Bo - YOOO!! Missy Janson - Their opponent.. Already in the ring.. Draco! Falcoon - RING THE BELL BO! Uncle Bo - Yooo! HUBALALALALAAA DABELL! (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Mucho grabs Ingles and slings him at Draco, Draco brings him over with a hip toss, but falls over with Ingles and clutches his chest and arm. Falcoon - This really isn't fair! Mucho scurries over and starts laying boots to Draco's ribs. Ingles leaps up and does a Mexican chant, the crowd boos him as he slings himself off the rope and delivers a standing moonsault splash! Hey quickly covers.. 1...2.. Draco kicks out! The fans begin to chant for Draco, soon the arena becomes engulfed in it. Falcoon - These fans stating their opinion on a mann that could be easily considered a franchise player! Burst - Not with his quitting all the time! What kind of franchise is that? Kissens - He's soo hot. Mucho and Ingles pick up Draco and throw him into the ropes, he gingerly bounces off, they go for a double drop kick but Draco stops in mid run and they come up empty! Draco grabs one of each of their legs and spread both men's legs open. He delivers a quick double leg drop to both of the men's groins! He slowly climbs back up to his feet, while adjusting his rib bandages he kicks at Mucho's gut. Mucho grabs his leg and pulls him down into an ankle lock! Draco quickly rolls onto his back and kicks Mucho away, before he can get up Ingles springboards off the top rope and lands on Draco's chest with a leg drop! The mexicans both climb to their feet and dance a jig! A fan throws a huge sombrero into the ring. The Mexicans grab it and throw it in the center of the ring and begin to dance around it while the mexican hat dance theme plays in the background. Burst - What!? What are you doing!? Stop dancing and kick Draco's ass! Falcoon - Hahaha! This is awesome! Burst - Where's cousin Jesse? As they continue to dance Draco crawls up behind Mucho and pulls him over in a roll up pin! 1...2...3! Falcoon - Injured and all Draco did it! Burst - Why the fuck were they dancing!? BULL SHIIT! Kissens - That was great! Missy Janson - Here is your winner... Draco! Falcoon - That's two down for Draco! Burst - You can't count them both! Falcoon - They were both beating on him weren't theey? Burst - I hope you die soon. Seriously.. Go pull a Toby Wilks. Kissens - Woahhhh. Easy man. Draco stands up and quickly leaves up the ramp, exiting straight to the back a little bit worse for the wear. He has his Tag Team Title over his shoulder and he soon disappears backstage. Burst - I just can't believe it, the OWF is back and better than ever. AND we still have a Main Event! We cut to a view of backstage. We see Trent Steel exiting Aph's dressing room. Trent starts walking down the hall and heads out to the arena. Trent starts heading to the entrance way. Falcoon - Oh shit he's coming out here! Burst - The Blackheart of Wrestling is back! Kissens - Like the new look to. “Diety” by Dir En Gray starts to play as Trent Steel walks out to the entrance way. The crowd starts to boo massively. Trent smirks as the boos get mixed in with a hell of a lot of cheers as he raises one hand as the cult of steel starts again. He grabs a mic from a stage hand and cuts his music. Trent Steel - So shit has really fucking happened tonight huh? You guys having a good time as this shithole of a pay per view. I mean with such riviting matches I am surprised you can all contain yourself. Now I know what everyone is expecting me to say. The return of The Imperium! The return of the master of manipulation! The Cult of Steel is going to reign once more and destroy “The Hellacious One”...Fuck you! Falcoon - Huh? Burst - Here comes the Draco shit again. Kissens - Shush...he's hot. Burst - Steel? Falcoon - Look at her dating history Nick...we look hot compared to some of them. Trent Steel - I want one person to pay fucking close ass attention right now to what I got to say. I am here for me now. Not for some little bitch who runs away! Is that all your good for Ryan? Don't fucking cut the feed yet. You win...I give up on you. Your not worth the effort anymore Draco. You come back even tonight. Even if you come right into my face right now I am not going after you. Your dead to me fucker. Your not worth the fight. You are not made of sterner stuff. You don't just bail on me but look what your responsible for! You leave the one you care about most out to dry. You better have a damn good excuse but there is no excuse for you Ryan. Your not “The Hellacious One” anymore...you are just a shadow. So you can quit hiding coward...I'm done tailing your ass...Oh and as for the rest of OWF. Get ready for Fun Time...Because at Power Hour...Trent Steel...Is...Back! “Diety” plays again as Steel starts to walk back into the backstage area. He disappears behind the curtains and his music dies down. The fans start to grow restless as they wait for the main event. Burst - Man, Steel has truly lost it. He's given up on Draco! Kissens - This night has been incredible, and it's not over yet! Missy Janson - It is now time for the Main Event! Kissens - HEY, I was gonna say that! The fans cheer loudly as the lights dim down. Missy Janson - This Double Glass Hell in a Cell match is scheduled for a one fall, and it is for the Outsider Wrestling Federation World Heavyweight Championship! Burst - Finally, the match we've all been waiting for. Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, from Salem, New Jersey...the challenger, APHRODISIA JORDAN! The lights go out, plummeting the entire arena into darkness. For a few moments, there is nothing but the soft sounds of the crowds rumbling with anticipation. A low, raspy voice speaks - PA System - From now on, we are enemies… you and I. The speakers explode in the hauntingly melodic tune of “Warheart” by Children of Bodom. Images begin to pulse upon the OWFTron in time to the base beat of a pale woman’s body parts. Her hand, clutching a cigarette, black nails long and seemingly lethal. Her shoulder, marred by deep and ragged scars. I'm an outcast on the path of rebound Her naked back, littered with a bullet marks, cuts and whip marks that slice through the tattoos on her skin. Her right eye, deep blue orb piercing through the darkness, seeming to glow, accented by two, black lines cut into her skin from the middle of her forehead to below her cheek bone. The image of the woman’s scarred eye begins to pan out, exposing the other, the barbell through the bridge of her nose. Her straight, black hair hangs around her face as it pans out further, exposing her nose, the ring through her septum. Her lips drawn back into a wicked smile that hints of things to come, the three rings glimmering devilishly. Warheart! No remains from compassion or
love The images continues to pan out, exposing the rest of Aphrodisia Jordan’s body, wrapped in tight, black latex dress that goes from her breasts to her thighs. Her lips part, teeth glinting sharply as she seems to growl at the camera. The image disappears, sending the video screen into darkness. Smoke billows up from the stage, a solitary, red spotlight illuminating through it. The feminine silhouette steps out of the shadows, outlined by the single red light. Aphrodisia breaks through the wall of smoke, purple and white fireworks erupting from around the video screen and stage, the crowds erupting in thunderous cheers. Her face is lacking her piercings, but the haunting lines through her eyes are enough to make-up for it. Upon the screen, images of past triumphs, injuries and death-defying moves play across the screen. Warheart! No remains from compassion or
love Her body is clad in a pair of baggy, black jeans that remain upon her shapely hips by a studded belt with a Jolly Roger belt-buckle. Her feet are adorned with heavy combat boots with skull laces, her abdomen covered with a black wife-beater. She begins to move down the ramp as the music enters its reprieve. I'm an outcast on the path of rebound She slides into the ring beneath the bottom rope, that sadistic grin still plastered on her face. Blue eyes scan the arena as she moves to her feet and then her corner, pacing like a caged animal. Warheart! I'm the warheart, Her music ends and then a line of four OWF superstars walk out. Mike Van Pelt, Tara Headoff, Cassie Gunn and Shannon Winters. They sit on the otherside of the entrance ramp in Aphrodisia's corner. Falcoon - Could this be the night Aphrodisia walks out with the gold? Burst - I don't know, but this is surely not going to be pretty tonight. Missy Janson - And her opponent, from Alberta, Canada...He is the OWF World Heavyweight Champion....SERAPH! The three loud dongs are heard blistering across the arena as the lights dim to a cloud of darkness. The music blares out as Seraph steps out from behid the curtain, looking down to the ring with a smirk drawn across his face and a glare in his eyes that airs pure arrogance and ego. He sniffles his nose in displeasure as he makes his way slowly down the ramp. He stops midway down, before he looks back at the ramp. His six bodyguards step out from the entrance ramp and stand at the top of the entrance ramp. There are chairs there where all five of them sit and watch. The smirk still plastered across his face firmly as ever. The lights of camera's begin to flash periodically as he walks down the ramp way toward the squared circle. He slowly makes his way up the steel steps and takes his first step onto the cold mattress. The crowd's silence is lifted with a cheer of boo's over-powering the music that descends into the arena. He stands in the centre of the ring with his eyes flickering around the arena, the smirk grows larger as the light begin to turn on fully. He lowers his head and looks upwards toward the ramp, with the smirk still fixated upon his face. The first glass cell is lowered around the ring. It is the normal size of the cell in a cell. The guardrails are pushed back twenty feet on eachside and the second, larger, glass cell slowly follows down the smaller. They both hit the ground at about the same time where a few technicians get everything into place. Burst - Can you feel the electricity? Falcoon - I can. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) The two competitors meet in the middle of the ring. Seraph stands tall, as does Aphrodisia. Aphrodisia starts off by pushing Seraph, but he barely moves and he returns with a hard right. Aph stumbles backwards with Seraph following up with a lunging clothesline. Aphrodisia hits the mat hard, but is able to recover quickly and push herself up into a fighting stance. She grapples with Seraph, before pushing him back into the corner. She nails him with some hard knees, but Seraph grabs her by the head and reverses the position and nails her with some knees of his own. He pushes her out of the corner and nails a sidewalk slam. He covers her and hooks the leg...1...2..kickout! Burst - High paced action from the start. Seraph grabs Aphrodisia in a headlock, she struggles to fight out of it but she is able to slowly push herself up to her feet. Seraph keeps the headlock on as Aphrodisia hits him with an elbow to the ribs. She again hits him in the ribs, but he lifts her up and nails a back body drop that stops her rally. Seraph holds his side in pain as he crawls over to the fallen Aphrodisia, grabbing her by her hair and pulling her to her feet. He tucks her head between his legs and lifts her up for a powerbomb. Aphrodisia reverses the momentum and swings backwards as he throws and nails a twisting hurricanrana on Seraph that sends him through the ropes and into the glass cell. It doesn't break, so Seraph hurts more. Falcoon - Aph means business tonight. Kissens - This is her first one-on-one shot, I think she's going to make the best of it. She stands up in the middle of the ring. Seraph gets to his feet on the outside. Aph runs at the ropes, but Seraph jumps onto the ring apron to avoid her jump. Aph grabs onto the top rope and is able to land on the ring apron on the outside as well. Seraph is quick to pounce as he hits her with an elbow that hangs her over the top rope. He swings around behind her, standing on the ring apron and he grabs her in a reverse waist lock. Seraph launches Aphrodisia over his head with a german suplex. Aph crashes head first into the glass cell, which only cracks and she falls hard right to the ground on top of her head as well. Seraph, looks at Aphrodisia who is moving very slowly after that move. He grabs her by the hair again and rolls her into the ring. He slides in right after her and makes the quick cover...1...2...kickout! Burst - I'm surprised she kicked out. Seraph stands, grabbing Aphrodisia's legs and hooking in the sharpshooter. Seraph sits back, wrenching on the lowerback of Aphrodisia. She tries to crawl to the ropes, but it seems so far away. She reaches back, trying to grab his foot and trip him to reverse the move. Seraph doesn't budge though, just pulling back harder. It becomes evident that Aphrodisia can't get to the ropes, so she starts to push herself up from a push up position. As she does, she reverses the leverage and throws Seraph to the mat with her legs. Kissens - What a counter by Aphrodisia. Seraph is stunned, but he goes right back to the attack on Aphrodisia. He nails a hard stomp to her back, and she rolls herself out of the ring. She collapses to the floor as Seraph follows her out. Aph gets to all fours, when Seraph grabs her by her arm and tugs her back up to her feet. He irish whips her towards the steel steps but she jumps, and lands on top of them. She jumps off, nailing a moonsault onto Seraph as he crashes to the floor but Aphrodisia lands on her feet. She reaches down, leaning Seraph up against the cracked cell that Aph got slammed into before. Aph slides into the ring, running around to the other side...she slides through the ropes nailing a dropkick to the face of Seraph who crashes into the glass cell, cracking it evn more. Seraph falls to the ground on the outside, holding his head. Burst - This one could go either way right now. Falcoon - Seem's that way. Aphrodisia again stands up, rolling into the ring and recovering. Seraph is not far behind as he rolls himself in, as well. They both get to their feet at about the same time, and Seraph attempts to hit her first with a huge clothesline by Aphrodisia hooks his arm and floats over attempting a DDT. Seraph holds her though and flips her backwards nailing a Northern Lights Suplex and he holds it for the pin..1...2...kickout! Aph kicks out but she is hurting bad. Seraph is stunned for a few seconds as the fans continue to cheer on. Kissens - This is one hell of a match these fans are seeing. Burst - Yes it is... Seraph uses the ropes to pull himself up to his feet. He looks across the rin at Aphrodisia who is up to one knee. He charges her and nails a knee right to her face sending her down to the mat. Seraph rolls to the outside of the ring, where he reaches under the ring apron. He slides a table out, setting it up on the outside. He squeezes it between the glass cell and the ring before sliding himself back into the ring. He grabs Aphrodisia by the hair and again drags her to her feet. He irish whips her into the ropes across from the table, and when she bounces back he goes for a back body drop. Aphrodisia stops dead in her tracks, kicking Seraph right in the face and standing him up straight. She backs him up against the ropes nearest to the table and she knees him in the stomach. Seraph bends over and Aphrodisia tucks his head between her legs. She flips over, while holding Seraph still and nails a Canadian Destroyer over the top rope through the table on the outside. Falcoon - THE CAT'S CRADLE! Burst - Think Seraph is dead! Neither competitor moves much as they both lay amidst the broken pieces of table on the outside. Aphrodisia is the first to start moving, as she rolls out of the wreckage and grabs onto the ring apron. She starts to pull herself up, getting onto the ring apron and rolling into the ring. Seraph tries to use the glass cell to help him up, but it's too slick and he falls as soon as he tries to stand. He stumbles towards the ring on the second attempt, grabbing onto the bottom rope and pulling himself up using pure strength. Aphrodisia holds herself up and immediately picks Seraph up once he gets into the ring. She sets him up for a suplex, picking him up into the air and slamming him down with a Falcon Arrow. She pins him...1...2...kickout! Kissens - How much more punishment can either of these two take? Falcoon - I don't know, but they're both running purely on adrenaline and heart. Burst - You can say that again. I don't even care who wins. This match rules. Aphrodisia gets flustered, pulling herself up and standing ready to strike. Seraph is a little slow to get to his feet, and Aphrodisia nails a swift kick to the jaw sending him right back down. She walks over, grabbing him by his hair and throwing him across the ring with an irish whip. He bounces off the ropes and Aph attempts a dropkick on Seraph. He ducks it, and turns around as he stops running. Aph lands on her feet and turns around only to get a kick to the gut. Seraph tucks her head between his legs and hooks her arms. He slams her down, nailing Oblivion. Burst - OBLIVION! THAT'S IT! Falcoon - OUT OF NOWHERE! Kissens - He just has to make the cover! Seraph and Aphrodisia lay on the mat, exhausted, both gasping for air. Seraph starts to move first, crawling onto his stomach and laying an arm across the body of Aphrodisia...1...2...thr- NO! Kickout! Burst - APH KICKED OUT! Seraph looks shocked. He rolls out of the ring, reaching under it again and grabbing a steel chair. Burst - Seraph has had about enough. He slides in and stands, immediately rearing the steel chair back waiting for Aphrodisia to get up to her feet. She finally does and Seraph swings. Aphrodisia somersaults out of the way and Seraph gets nothing but air, when he turns back around he is met with a Pele Kick into the chair, which slams him right in the face, by Aphrodisia. Seraph drops the chair and stumbles back into the corner. Aphrodisia follows up, nailing him with two hard rights and a left before she bends over and lifts Seraph to a sitting position on the top turnbuckle. Aphrodisia leaps up to the top rope and wraps her legs around Seraph's head. She swings backwards, but Seraph catches her on this hurricanrana attempt. With all his night he swings Aphrodisia up into a powerbomb position as he stands up on the second rope. He jumps off of it and nails a sit out powerbomb in the middle of the ring. Aph hits hard and flips over onto her stomach and Seraph exhausts himself and lays on his side. Both competitors are motionless as we creep up on the forty minute mark. The fans cheer for both competitors as they both begin to stir. Burst - This is a match of the year candidate, for sure! Falcoon - The match these two superstars are putting on is worth the price of admission alone! Aph instinctively pushes herself up to her feet, as Seraph uses the ropes to get up. Seraph stands first as Aphrodisia is leaning her back up against the ropes closest to the entrance ramp side of the ring. Seraph charges her, but Aphrodisia ducks, executing a textbook back body drop. Seraph flies over the top rope and crashes through the glass cell wall. He hits the ground with huge shards of glass falling near him and on top of him. He lays beneath a few sheets of glass, as blood is seen pouring from the fallen Seraph. Kissens - JESUS! Falcoon - This has to stop! Seraph struggles to get out from under the glass, sliding each piece off the top of him. There are about three really big pieces on top of him and thousands of tiny shards as well. Eventually he gets out from under the glass. He is cut up badly but he is still able to move as he pushes himself up to his feet, which are unsteady. He hangs onto the apron for a few seconds before sliding into the ring and laying on his back. Exhaustion sets in and he gasps for air. Aphrodisia takes this chance and covers Seraph...1...2...thr- kickout! Burst - How are these two doing it? Falcoon - I have no idea. Aphrodisia and Seraph lay on the mat, both pushing themselves up to kneeling positions. Aphrodisia is first to get to her feet, Seraph is second. They square off and Seraph goes for a clothesline but Aphrodisia ducks, Seraph attempts a back elbow with the same arm but Aph ducks again. She nails him with two quick kicks to the ribs. The third kick she tries is caught. Seraph spins her around and goes for a clothesline but Aphrodisia floats around and tries attempting a bulldog. While in mid air, Seraph reverses the momentum and holds Aphrodisia straight up in the air. She flips backwards out of his grasp and lands on her feet and she charges him. Seraph turns around in time for him to get speared down to the mat. Aph and Seraph again lay on the mat gasping for air as the fans cheer them on. Neither of them attempt the pin as they both just struggle to get back to their feet. Seraph hangs onto the ropes for dear life as Aphrodisia pushes herself up to a seated position. Seraph gets to his feet, leaning up against the ropes as Aphrodisia gets up from a crouched position. The two circle each other, each waiting for the other to make a move. Burst - You can cut this tension with a knife. Falcoon - And the anticipation, this match has gone about fifty minutes. They lock up and Aph sends Seraph into the ropes, she leap froms him when he comes back. He bounces off the ropes again, but Aphrodisia jumps up and nails a hurricanrana-pinning combination...1...2...thr- kickout! Kissens - SO close! Aph pounds the mat. She stands up, pulling Seraph up as well. He throws a clothesline, but she ducks and nails a sweeping leg kick. Seraph hits the mat. Aphrodisia wastes no time as she jumps to the top rope. She jumps off, flipping forward and nails a 450 Splash on Seraph. Falcoon - Divine Intervention! She covers him...1...2...3! Burst - She did it! Missy Janson - The winner of this bout and NEW OUTSIDER WRESTLING FEDERATION CHAMPION...APHRODISIA JORDAN! CJ walks out from the back, walking down to ringside and putting a headset on. The referee puts the belt on the fallen Aphrodisia. Prez CJ - HA! And no interference! I told you N4H was a figment of the OWF's past. Burst - I guess you set Green and Plague stra -- The lights cut to black. There is silence in the arena. Prez CJ - Oh what the hell. The lights cut back on. The fans are all on their feet, looking around for any sign of the New Four Horsemen. The fans see that nothing has changed. Seraph and Aphrodisia are still laying on the mat. Prez CJ - See, they aren't around! Seraph's security and the WoW Wrestlers all walk towards the ring, with their backs to the ring facing the entrance ramp, with the bodyguards standing closest to the ramp preparing for the worst. Falcoon - Even if they show, they have about ten physical specimens to go through. Burst - CJ had that idea nailed from the beginning. CJ stands to his feet, attempting to get a closer look to what is going on. Prez CJ - Let's go, cut to black. End this show, Now! I said no -- The lights cut off once again. There is complete darkness, minus a few flashbulbs in the crowd. The OWFTron comes to life. The haunting melody and chanting words continue on. The fans don't know what to make of the video, or the music playing. The drums kick in and only adds to the anticipation the fans are feeling. Prez CJ - I...I'm.. Burst - Scared? Prez CJ - Furious. Once the imaging on the video stops, the audio continues on playing the song. As the haunting melody fades, the song soon ends. There is still complete darkness in the arena as the fans stand silently awaiting something to happen amid the black screen and complete silence. PA System - ENOUGH IS ENOUGH NOW BEG FOR FORGIVENESS, YOU FUCK! "Ya Basta" by Underminded hits the PA System seemlessly as the fans all direct their eyes to the entrance ramp. The lights cut back on once again, to see nothing changed once more. The bodyguards and the WoW Wrestlers are still guarding the ring, while Aphrodisia and Seraph are now back to their feet, with their eyes glued towards the entrance ramp. Prez CJ - Show yourselves, you cowards! Just then, the front three of the six men Seraph had as bodyguards turn around. They face the WoW Wrestlers and the ring. Falcoon - What the -- Just then, the larger man nails a standing sidekick to one of the bodyguards they turned on. The other two who turned take care of the other two bodyguards quickly, sending them to their backs with repeated fists and kicks. Burst - I think the bodyguards are assuming the other bodyguards are involved! Shannon Winters is the first woman to attack the three bodyguards, jumping on the back of the biggest bodyguard and attempting to choke him. The other three women go after the other two bodyguards. The music continues, as a creepy soundtrack to the destruction of the people around the ring. Cassie Gunn charges one of the other bodyguards, but he grabs her and in one motion throws her over the guardrail with a belly to belly suplex into the crowd. Falcoon - Explain that Nick. EXPLAIN THAT! Kissens - My god... The biggest bodyguard swings Winters around before grabbing her by the hair. He tosses her over his head and clear through the outer glass cell. She falls to the ground bloodied and unconscious. The music is still playing in the background as bodies are everywhere. Seraph and Aphrodisia stand side by side in the ring, preparing for a fight, both ignoring that the other one is there. The fans are shocked at the brutality of these individuals who still remain incognito. Not even struggling enough to lose their sunglasses or their woolen black hats in transit of the beatings they are handing out. Falcoon - Fans, we aren't really sure what to say here. Kissens - I think there aren't any words.. Burst - What the hell set them off? They must be eliminating everything around them to prevent the threat. Tara Headoff gets grabbed by the hair by the bigger bodyguard and he tosses her over his shoulder and he slams her down hard to the concrete with a front powerslam. The last one, Mike Van Pelt, stands his ground but one of the bodyguards steps forward towards him. MVP steps back, as the other bodyguard steps through the hole in the outer cell that was made when Winters flew through it. The bigger bodyguard follows him through. MVP swings at the bodyguard, but he avoids it narrowly. He grabs MVP by the arm and lifts him up onto his shoulders with a firemans carry. He holds MVP there before throwing him straight up into the air, and bringing him down face first onto his rising knee, nailing Go To Sleep on Mike Van Pelt. He falls lifeless on the outside. Prez CJ - This is too much... Burst - DO SOMETHING! Prez CJ - WHAT DO YOU SUGGEST DIPSHIT? He leaves her bleeding outside, as he steps through the hole in the cell. All three bodyguards stand inside the outer cell. Prez CJ - Someon- Somebody- ANYONE... They all stare through the main glass cell around the ring at the two competitors in the ring. Seraph and Aphrodisia don't budge a bit. Kissens - WHY HAVE HIS SECURITY MEN FLIPPED OUT? The three men stand infront of the panel of glass that was broken out in the match, as they stand there, there is a stalemate. Seraph steps forward, yelling out obscenities at them and challenging them to get into the ring. Burst - Seraph is going to regret that! Falcoon - They were only protecting him! The three bodyguards stand on the outside, laughing at Seraph's challenge. He sees them laughing and he stops antagonizing him. Falcoon - I think he heard you, Nick. Out of nowhere, Seraph turns and unleashes a thunderous superkick to Aphrodisia's jaw. She falls to the mat as blood spurts from her mouth. Prez CJ - WHAT THE FUCK! Burst - Seraph just knocked Aph into next year! Kissens - What's going on!? The three bodyguards step into the ring. Seraph and his three bodyguards surround Aphrodisia who is pushing herself up to her knees as of this point. She is bleeding heavily, and looks very weak but she keeps pushing on. Prez CJ - STAY DOWN! She attempts to stand, but she is taken out with a punt to the side of the head by the bigger bodyguard. Another wad of blood flies from her mouth as she collapses to the mat again. The bigger bodyguard takes off his sunglasses and hat, revealing himself to be.. Falcoon - THAT'S...JESUS SMOKE! Burst - NO! Kissens - Yes, that's that new guy! Burst - BUT...THAT'S...JESUS SMOKE IS... Prez CJ - ..........Godsmack. The undefeated behemoth Godsmack stands in the ring over the fallen Aphrodisia -- the fans are booing loud enough to shake the entire arena. The smaller of the other two looks down at the fallen Aphrodisia and reaches to his sunglasses and hat. Falcoon - WHAT'S GOING ON?! He remove his sunglasses and hat as well.. Burst - Oh my god... Falcoon - RAY LOPES! RAY LOPES! ..revealing himself to be Ray Lopes. CJ sits back down in his chair and puts his head in his hands, staring at the ring with a glazed over look. Kissens - RAY LOPES IS HERE IN THE OWF! The final bodyguard looks at Aphrodisia, then looks out to the crowd. He takes off his hat, and sunglasses throwing them to the ground... Burst - Oh...god...damnit. He reveals himself to be.. Prez CJ - J-J-Jesse Williams... Jesse smiles as wide as he can as the fans are booing loudly. They cannot penetrate the ring with trash due to the glass cell, but they continue to try. The four men, Godsmack, Ray Lopes, Seraph and Jesse Williams all stand in the ring admiring the work they have done. Jesse reaches behind him, pulling a microphone out of his back pocket as the fans are defeafening with boos. He stands silent, taking in the crowds reaction before speaking. Williams - We told you... The fans boo louder, we hear a "Fuck you! Fuck you!" chant start up from the Russian crowd. Williams - We warned you. We told you the end was near and nobody believed us. People thought Piter Svoboda was behind all this. You really think one man would bring the federation to it's knees? I don't think so. Prez CJ - You son of a bitch! Williams - See, this all went into action a long time ago. I left the OWF not on my own accord, I was fired after my injury. I nearly died and all that the bastards in the OWF would offer is to pay for my medical expenses. They only cared about when I would get back in the ring. I was ready a month ago to come back. I was ready to do whatever was asked of me, except sacrifice my life for this. So, I was fired. But, you see, I couldn't just leave like that. No, no, no. I went to Japan where I fought Kenta Kobashi. I learned more in a match than I have in my whole career. If you morons don't know that name, then fucking google Kenta Kobashi. Now, while I was over there I met an old friend of mine. Godsmack, you know him as Jesus Smoke. Well, he's the big guy over there, who brought destruction all night. The fans boo as Godsmack holds up his arms. He acts fake hurt and Lopes walks over and puts his arm around him. Williams hands him the microphone. Godsmack - See, honestly, at this point right now your booing is fueling me to do more damage. For those of you who don't know me...I am Godsmack. I destroyed my opponents in that Bump in the Night match, as Jesus Smoke, and now we are at this place in time. The fans boo him loudly. Burst - I haven't seen him around in....years! Godsmack - The bottom line is, I want two things. First, I want the OWF to be on notice that the true Kings of Wrestling are here in the shape of the New Four Horsemen. And not that faux-N4H you saw in ASW. And secondly, I want a shot at the WoW Title. I want to hold that championship for the rest of eternity so I can show why there is no equal to Godsmack. Esspecially not a woman! That is really all, because I'll let my actions speak for themselves. He hands the microphone back to Jesse Williams. Williams - Thank you, Godsmack. Anyways, to continue on...I knew that there was one way to get back at the OWF for all of it's injustice. I knew I had to do something drastic. I knew I had Godsmack on my side, but I decided that this was a task for four men. I had been trying to get this guy here for months. He is the of another federation where he dominated and he is the new breed of wrestling...to my left...Ray Lopes! The fans give a mixed reaction, some are glad to have him there. Williams hands him the microphone and he steps up into the middle of the ring. Ray Lopes - If you don't know me, I am Ray Lopes. I am not here to talk about past accomplishments. I could tell you all about my past, but instead, I'm going to start here 0-0, and show you why I have never tasted defeat. The fans boo. Lopes - Yeah, I'm sure you all thought this was coming a long time ago, but it wasn't until I spoke to Jesse that I realized it was time to get this thing into gear. I am ready for all takers, and I have no demands. I just want to show what I am made of. He hands the microphone back to Jesse. Williams - Ray Lopes is one of a kind...But, when is it ever enough? I knew I had to make an impact and I decided that since myself and Godsmack are what you call "Old School", we needed someone new and someone who needed an impact. Seraph couldn't be more perfect. You all know him, so no need for an introduction. He lost the World Championship tonight, but do you really think that would happen if we didn't feel like letting it? We don't want this belt- we have a mission to destroy anybody who comes in contact with that belt and if one of us does win it, then we will wear it like it deserves to be worn. Do you want Alexis Cage as your champ? Do you want Aphrodisia as your champ? Williams looks at Godsmack. Williams - I know you don't want either of them, you chauvenist bastard. Godsmack laughs. Williams - Ladies and Gentlemen...Seraph! The fans boo loudly as Seraph just smiles. Williams hands him the microphone, and Seraph takes it, immediately speaking. Seraph - You fans should easily know why I did what I did tonight. The fans boo. Seraph - See, I know for a fact that I am the best in this wrestling federation. No matter what title I hold, or who I beat. I know who I am. And now with the help of N4H, I think I'll be getting what comes to me reaaaal soon. If DK and CJ know what's good for them He hands the microphone back to Jesse. Williams - We are the New Four Horsemen. Back from the dead. We are the ones behind the kidnapping of President Diamond Kid, we are the ones who brutalized him within an inch of his life. We let him keep it so he could be a warning to anyone who crosses us. DK was the first warning. Svoboda was the next. The WoW wrestlers are the third and your final warning was in us demolishing your champion. Look at her now. Her blood runs through the streets of Russia tonight! No more warnings. We will get what we want, by whatever means necessary. No one is safe. Not even you, Chase. Jesse looks at CJ who is stewing mad at the announcers table. Williams - Good call on Green and Plague being behind this. Those two men nearly killed each other for you and they were just trying to regain their names. Now, all you're left with is the bottom line -- You fucked up. CJ sits in silence. Williams - You couldn't have stopped this CJ. You had no idea this was coming. But, you sure as hell didn't do much to try to stop us. We still got through your crack security team. We still broke through your inpenetrable cell. We still ruined your show. We still got what we wanted. But, the truth is that this all could have been avoided in the first place. Godsmack could have stayed in the shadows. Lopes could have been dominating in any federation he went to. Seraph could be doing his own thing here and I could be doing anything else. Instead we're here with one mission and one mission only. To turn this place upside down on it's axiis until we get what we want. How could this have been avoided? If Diamond Kid wasn't such a rotten human being, maybe this wouldn't have ever happened. What we did to him when we kidnapped him is nothing compared to what he has done to hundreds of lives of wrestlers he's encountered. But, enough about DK. Williams smiles and turns on the balls of his feet, looking right at CJ through the glass. Williams - This applies to you Chase, and you only. Come on in the ring buddy, it's safe! Burst - Don't do it, Chase! Falcoon - You've seen what they have done to DK and Svoboda! Kissens - and Aph. CJ stands, removing his headset and dropping it onto the table. He starts to walk around the outside of the cell, towards the gaping hole near the entrance ramp. He steps through, keeping his eyes locked on all four individuals. He slides into the ring, pushing himself up to a standing position. Williams - Now CJ, I respect you a lot. You got into this ring and that shows true courage. Prez CJ - Fuck you, you traitor piece of shit! Williams - Now, now, now! Is that anyway to talk to your Franchise? Prez CJ - A true franchise wouldn't turn his back on the place that created him. Williams - No, see, that's where you're wrong. I created this place, you have a job today because of me. Prez CJ - Fuck you. Williams - Let me get to my point, before you get too far ahead of yourself. We are ready to propose our first demands. Prez CJ - You are in no positions to make demands! Williams - Really? Cause I think you're in no position to negotiate. Prez CJ - What the hell do you want! Williams - First, we know you can't stop Seraph from showing up to Power Hour, but you can attempt to keep us three out. We want free passage to Power Hour by you issuing us OWF Contracts right now. Prez CJ - Go to he -- Williams - I'm not finished. Our second demand is for all four of us to get entered into the Christmas Tree Match at Holiday Bash. Prez CJ - Why? So you can fall from 25 feet as usual? Williams - Ha, that's funny. A personal third demand is that you give me a match with Alexis Cage at Power Hour! Williams smirks. Williams - So, will you meet our demands? Prez CJ - Fuck no. She's injured, and You can all go to hell for all the rest of your demands as well. Williams - I figured you'd say that.. All four men surround CJ. Williams - Last chance! Prez CJ - Fuck yo -- CJ gets hit with a wide right from Godsmack. Chase falls to the mat in a heap. Williams - Have it your way. Since you won't meet our demands, we're going to take you instead. Godsmack grabs Chase by his arms, lifting him to his feet. He hooks them both behind his back. Lopes steps forward, knocking the taste out of CJ's mouth with a hard right hook. Godsmack releases CJ, pushing him forward. He stumbles into the grasp of Seraph who nails a huge spinebuster on President Chase Johnson. Williams leaves the ring and reaches under the apron, pulling out a huge ladder. He pulls it all the way out of both cells. Burst - Oh what the hell is this! Godsmack grabs CJ by his hair, lifting him up to his feet before tossing CJ over his shoulder. Williams has set up the ladder and started climbing it already as Godsmack exits the ring. Williams gets to the top of the ladder and pulls himself onto the top of the outer glass cell. Godsmack steps out of both layers of the cell with CJ still on his shoulder, as Ray Lopes and Seraph follow him out. Both Lopes and Seraph hold onto the legs of the ladder as Godsmack starts to climb up the ladder with Chase still slung over his shoulder. Falcoon - I told him not to go in there! Godsmack slowly makes his way to the top of the ladder, dumping the body of CJ on top of the cell with Jesse. Godsmack immediately climbs down the ladder as Williams pulls the microphone out of his pocket. Williams - Oh Chase Johnson, what a stupid man he was. Should have just said yes. Jesse reaches down, pulling CJ up by his hair. He stands on wobbily feet. Mrs. Morningrod - WAIT, WAIT! President Gloria Morningrod runs out from the back holding a microphone. She surveys the destruction. Williams glances at her. Williams - And who the hell are you? Mrs. Morningrod - I'm President Morningrod.. Williams - What do you want? Mrs. Morningrod - Don't hurt CJ. I'm prepared to meet your demands.. Williams - Oh really? Prez CJ - Don't...Don't Gloria. Williams - Shut up. Speak woman. Mrs. Morningrod - If you put CJ down, I'll give you all contracts. I'll give you a match with Alexis at Power Hour. I'll Give Godsmack a WoW Title shot and put you in the Christmas Tree match at Holiday Bash. Williams - Just put him down, and we get what we want? Mrs. Morningrod - Yes! I give my word! Williams smiles. Williams - Good choice, Gloria. Williams chuckles to himself. Williams - Poor choice of words. Williams drops the microphone and knees CJ in the stomach. He reaches and grabs CJ in a cobra clutch hold. Without warning he throws him over his head, nailing a cobra clutch suplex on CJ. He crashes through a glass panel in the outer cell, then falls through the inner glass cell, hitting the mat in a bloody heap. Glass lays all over him. Williams - Thanks Gloria. I put him down, and we'll see you at Power Hour! Falcoon - CJ IS HURT! WE NEED EMT'S! Burst - N4H IS HERE... Kissens - I think this is only the tip of the iceberg! Falcoon - We're out of time! See you at Power Hour! 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