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Eight will compete! "Spotlight" by Future Leaders of the World creeps across the speakers.. Tell you mother to have her vision
examined The screen suddenly flashes and an empty arena is floated over.. A single spotlight in the arena shines upon the ring where one man stands alone. The world is his tonight!! We're gonna pull you in A vision of OWF hall of famer Jaypac standing in the ring appears. His hand is held high as he is still on his knees gripping the OWF title. JAYPAC! JAYPAC HAS DONE IT! IT WAS A HEART FILLED VICTORY AND HIS FIRST OWF TITLE! Billboards advertise magazines A shot of OWF legend The Kremlin appears then slowly fades away with the voice that follows. KREMLIN HAS CAPTURED THE TITLE AND WILL FOREVER BE NAMED THIS YEARS... "BEST"! We're gonna pull you in KOZMO! KOZMO! KOZMO! HE HAS OVERCOME THE QUEST!! Get up get up were in the spotlight But this time…this time its different. Bitter rivals will battle through hell…. A scene Flashes to Plague smashing a superkick hard into an airborne Aphrodisia Jordan. It cuts to a scene of Plague collapsed in his knees holding onto the world title for dear life…Nick burst’s voice is heard loud and clear… PLAGUE HAS DONE IT! HE HAS BECOME THE CHAMION! But will this man’s world re-known determination be enough to push him past…DUALITY!! The scene cuts to Duality rushing into an ASW arena in fast forward and smashing a bat hard into the back of Plague’s skull. The scene fades into another one of Duality standing holding Spaz on his shoulders before slamming him back into a Dichotomy… Much has changed in both of these men’s lives…but one thing remains for certain…hatred. The scene cuts to Campus Chaos, both men stand nose to nose in the back. Touch her again and I’ll fucken kill you is heard in a fading The scene fades out…then another scene cuts in. Plague sits on his knees infront of a fallen Duality. Falcoon’s voice is heard in a scream over the PA… Plague is tearing into Duality! Plague looks up, blood drips off his face as he grins sadistically. You aren’t the only one that likes Blood… The scene cuts to Prez CJ standing on the entrance ramp, with a microphone raised to his mouth…Alright Plague.. You like blood huh? Well how's this... At Quest for the Best.. You and Duality will meet in the first round of the tournament! ... In a three stages of hell match! The first will be a first blood match, the second.. Falls WILL count ANYWHERE! And if you both survive.. Since you like using shovels so much… One of you can dig the others grave in a buried alive match! There is a thin read line between the sane and the insane…but how far will these men push the boundaries. How far will they go to win… The scene ends with both men standing nose to nose, pure hatred flying from their eyes A war to fight for the sports top gold… The scene cuts to Draco wrapping up Lemay into “All Else Fails”, it cuts to Plague at ring side being held up Aphrodisia. Plague can only look on as the Dark Lord taps out…making him the new champion. But OWF’s first champion comes calling… Scene cuts to Angel slamming down Spaz into an Angel’s Holocaust. It cuts to him and Plague hitting X with a Crucifixion to the outside. Angel stands alone at the top of the tower of death, he raises his hands high in the air title in hand. These two, one time allies, turned the most brutal of enemies. Imperium vs. OWF. The scene cuts to a scene of a crumpled up HF shirt being thrown into the garbage. The scene cuts to the members of Imperium locking Draco in the boiler room. Then it cuts to a scene of Draco throwing a piss stained Spaz into Angel and Plague. So is this Hell's Grass or Cold Fire? Hmmm, fellas? Taking two mediocre stables and combining them into one still makes a mediocre stable. Angel gets a microphone after hollering for one. Draco puts his microphone at his side and waits. He ever encourages him to speak his mind. This coming from Angel says. EH! Calling me out for losing my OWF Title to Spaz? Real original! Get your ass back into the shadows before you damage your brain trying to recall some insult from a Shyne promo! Draco screams into the mic as the fans give him a standing ovation. At least I held the... SNORE! Held it more than a week. Yeah, got you. Anything new? Or will the next insult out of your mouth be calling me a vampire! OH, WAIT! Is it me being gay? Oh, no! Please, not the tired out insults that play over and over in the Exile's promos! The scene fades out. Angel…Draco…the OWF title. Which will walk out the winner? Will the title stay with OWF, or will Imperium fasten its already tight chokehold over the OWF’s throat?
"Spotlight" by future leaders of the world blares over the PA system. The cameras slowly set themselves upon the entrance ramp to show the Quest for the Best stage setup. A giant "Q" is the barrier that seperates the stage from the wrestlers in the back. An explosion erupts, one loud bomb on the stage followed by the arena filling with a mixture of smoke and fog. We cut over to the commentary table to where Nick Burst and Gordie Falcoon are standing by. Falcoon - AHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! WF! Burst - God I forgot what it was like to sell out an arena. It's loud! I hate it! Falcoon - That's right, eat your heart out other companies because the Scottrade Center is sold out for the OWF tonight! Burst - No thanks to Chris Green and his snooze fests! The lights before brighter as the stage is covered in a white glow that's nearly blinding. PA System - Now you're doing the waltz with your murderer! Suddenly "Memphis will be laid to waste" by Norma Jean hits over the PA system and you hear an ovation of boos instantly fill the arena. Security comes out first and points over the crowd giving their warning not to throw trash. Burst - Oh fuck. Already? Falcoon - You said his name and you got him! Them acctually, The epitome of greatness! Plague, Angel, and Jesse Williams all walk under the OWFtron onto the stage and the arena begins a "beaner" chant as they walk down towards the ring. Angel and Plague use the steps to get into the ring, but Jesse walks over to ringside and smiles at Missy Janson before stroking her chin. She obliges with a smile and Jesse points to the mic behind her. Burst - Get outta here you fuckin spic! She reaches over Time Keeper Uncle Bo and grabs the mic, as shes bent over Jesse slaps her on the ass. Uncle Bo - YOOO! Uncle Bo screams seeing Jesse's actions and Missy quickly turns back and gives him an evil eye before handing him the mic. He rolls into the ring with his partners and begins to speak. Williams - Hello Everyone and welcome to IMPERIUM'S show. I mean shit, we are the law of the land! The crowd grows silent and you see people start to lean back in their chairs, knowing this is going to take a while. Williams hands the mic to Plague. Plague - Does DK honestly think that what happened last week would go unanswered? That we would simply sit back and do nothing? Williams nods in agreement as the mic is passed over to Angel. Angel - He’s DK. Would you expect better? The man is hanging on the same mental wire as Spaz. Williams snatches the mic out of Angel's hands. Williams - Well I heard Green has a surprise for each and every one of you. So let me introduce Chris "By God" Green!!! Thrown away by Vast hits and out comes Chris Green with a big grin on his face and thunderous boos shaking the entire arena... Falcoon - There he is! He oozes greatness! Burst - That's it! That's fuckin it, I'm goin to the store. Wal Mart here I come. The headset hits the commentary table and you see Nick Burst stand up and walk towards the ramp. He passes a cocky Chris Green midway down the ramp. They barely pass each other then Chris stops and turns around looking at Burst. You can hear them talk. Green - You better get your old ass over their and call this show! Burst - Fuck off you over rated piece of shit. You don't run this company, so you can suck my cock. Burst walks off and Green is ready to strike, he puts his emotions aside at the moment and heads for the ring. Once in the ring he shows off his new Imperium shirt with the embossed logo branded into them. His crew nods approving of the fashion. Green - Hey guys I got these for you. These shirts here? 29.99 plus 3 dollars shipping on OWFWRESTLING.COM We cut to ringside to an excited Gordie Falcoon typing on his laptop. Falcoon - Shit I am on my laptop right now ordering it online... Imperium RULES!!! I'm gettin three, one for me, one for when that one gets stolen, and one in case Nick wants one! Back in the ring Green he looking out over the crowd and continues speaking. Green - Now lets get down to business shall we? Weeks ago when agent oo6 decided to make a comeback. It made me think. Getting tricked once I said well it happens. THEN!! Piter Svoboda happened. Ok ok. Now the numbers were officially stacked 5-4 for OWF UNITED. Then! Joseph Storm last week while I was away. Storm I have a lot to say to you for you turning your back on me. Sure I wasn’t there? But what you did showed truly how little respect you have. After I GAVE You your OWF TITLE! After I screwed SILKK to give you that championship belt! Another place another time. I will talk about that. Now though is a fun time. Great time to introduce the newest member of Imperium. A little background if you will. He made the biggest impact of any rookie I have ever seen in this business. Fans begin to get up from their seats and head for the consession stands as Green continues to talk. Falcoon - Sit down! He's talkin about classic history here! Green - He was that damn good. Then he joined me. STATIC was created and he was one of the original members. What did he do? He DOMINATED! The last incarnation of OWF. He humiliated his opponents. Made them look foolish! So without any further adieu... I give you PA System - When you see the static... YOU’RE FUCKED! Green - SHAUN STEWART!!!! Falcoon - WHAT?! Oh my god! YESS! "Black and White" by Static X hits the speakers as Shaun Stewart comes walking out from the back with a huge smile upon his face. The crowd is shocked as he walks down the rampway and into the ring, being greeted by each member of Imperium. Green hands him the mic, as his music cuts. Stewart goes to speak, but the ovation is far too loud. He waits a moment and then begins. Stewart - Well, first of all, let me just say I really have to take a piss. So, I'm gonna have to cut this little return speech short. He cracks a smile. Stewart - Just kidding about the piss part. Really though, I can't even tell you when the last time I touched a mic was. This...doesn't feel as natural as it once did. Being in this ring right now, it doesn't feel right. Standing beside you guys, it feels a little surreal. Kind of like the old days, you know? Honestly, I had no intentions of coming back. But, when I got that call from Chris a few weeks ago, I knew what I had to do. A call to arms, so to speak. I figure, if this is gonna be a war, I'm not passing up an opportunity to be a soilder. Especially along side you boys... Green calls for the mic rather unexpectedly. Stewart hands it to him. Green - Thanks, Shaun. But, believe it or not, that's not the last surprise I have for the night. Everyone looks perplexed. Green - Yeah, that's right. Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you THIS! "I'm The One" by Static-X hits the speakers as a mysterious and unknown man comes walking out from the back with a cocky grin upon his face. He's a very good looking man, and also of high quality, wearing a white tuxedo. He slowly walks down the rampway. Falcoon - What a physique. This guy is stacked! The man climbs into the ring and slowly walks over to Stewart. The man slowly and methodically gets in Stewart's face. Meanwhile, Williams rolls out of the ring. Falcoon - Hey what the hell? Uncle Bo - YOOO! WHYADADADA take my chair!? Jesse pushes Uncle Bo out of the chair and folds it up. Green - Hey, relax. It's cool. Let me explain this. The stare down between Stewart and the man continues. Green - When I said I had a surprise tonight, I did. He walks over to the man, facing Stewart. Green - And it wasn't YOUR return. He nods his head as Stewart lips "what the hell are you talking about?" Green - It was the debut of HIS. SUPRISE! Right then, Jesse takes the chair and smacks it across Stewart's back. He stumbles forward right into the man, who kicks him in the groin and spits in his face. Falcoon - What the fuck? Don't make any more enemies! Green - Shaun Stewart.. This... Is your Demise! The man shoves Stewart into Green who drops him with "The Fall From Grace." Angel and Plague quickly pick him up as the man takes the chair. He looks at it, smiles, takes a few steps back, and rushes forward with a sickening chair shot over Stewart's head. It almost knocks him unconscious. The man repeats this sickening chair shot treatment two more times, as Plague and Angel let him drop to the floor like a bag of beans. Falcoon - I can't believe what I am seeing! Was it a lack of trust for Stewart? The crowd is in a state of shock, the can't even boo as they watch the former ASW superstar being humiliated. The man sets up the chair, and picks up Stewart. He double underhooks his arms, hoists him up, and drops him with a leaping piledriver onto the folding chair. Stewart's head snaps downward as he starts to convulse on the mat. The man, however, picks up the chair, and proceeds to smash it over Stewart's head numerous times. Blood flows like a fountain off the face of Stewart. The man finally throws the chair aside, puts his foot over the carcus of Shaun Stewart, and raises his arms triumphantly into the air. Green gets on the mic. Green - Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you the REAL SURPRISE OF THE EVENING. I give you the newest member of Imperium. I give you a superstar in the making, not some old and washed up piece of crap. The future of the business, people. I give you "The Ego" Jason Davis! Imperium poses together momentarily before heading up the ramp. Medics rush to attend Stewart who doesn't move in the ring. They put him on the stretcher and roll him up towards the curtains. Burst - I'm back.. What did I miss?... Hey is that Shaun Stewart? Falcoon - You missed the biggest shock of the night! Burst - Yeah I noticed. Green was done talking by the time I got back to my seat. That was a huge shock! Falcoon - No you idiot! The Imperium brought Stewart out and beat the crap outta him. No remorse. Stewart is old news. They wanted something fresh. Burst - Oh. Falcoon - Is that it? Just "oh?" Burst - Uhhh... Falcoon - I hate you. I really really hate you. Oh, I ordered you a shirt! Burst - Is it an Imperium shirt? Falcoon - Yup. Burst - Good I need toliet paper. Imperium watches as Stewart gets taken to the back. However, just before that happens, "The Ego" Jason Davis stops traffic. He attacks the medics and grabs ahold of the stretcher. He smiles, as he runs it right off the stage. Burst - Jesus christ.. Kill the guy why don't ya? Stewart drops to the concrete, strapped on the stretcher. The fans loose it as Stewart's body takes a nasty looking fall. Blood is everywhere as even more medics rush to the scene. Imperium has themselves a good laugh, especially its newest member, "The Ego" Jason Davis. They all pose together, before heading to the back. Falcoon - Absolutly incredible! Burst - Blah! Missy Janson - The following contest is scheduled for the Quest for the Best Qualification battle royal! Introducing first.. Burst - I think someone is about to get a visit from security! Falcoon - You say that everytime. Burst - FUCK OFF! A camera is shown backstage and shows security knocking on Caine's door. The song starts as the arena goes black. The camera backstage shows Caine walking in Top hat, and trench surrounded by security. PA System - I am the one, Orgasmatron, the outstretched grasping hand. My image is of agony, my servants rape the land Caine has a satisfyingly evil grin on his face. Back in the arena the lights strobe twice with the central beat prompting the entrance video to begin. At approximately 55 seconds into the song, a spray of ice-cold mist engulfs the entrance and Caine steps into the spray. He stands there freezing for a moment before stepping through and pumping the crowd. On his way to the ring he slaps some hands. Missy Janson - From Croswell Michigan... James Caine!! "Obsequious and arrogant, clandestine
and vain "I march before a martyred world, an
army for the fight He slides beneath the bottom rope and spins around and hops up. "I hold a banner drenched in blood, I
urge you to be brave He spins around and poses for the fans to erupt. He then stares down his opponent as he lowers himself into a seated position in a corner. As the bell ring Caine pulls himself up using the top rope, and heads to the center of the ring. Falcoon - The rules are simple, it's over the top rope elimination. Winner will be automatically awarded the #8 spot in the Quest for the Best tournament that kicks off after this match. Burst - Have you seen the brackets yet? Falcoon - Nooooope. The lights dim to black as the beginning of "Heretic Anthem" begins. PA System - 8...7...6...6...6...5...4...3...2...1. Missy Janson - Introducing next.. From Atlantic City, New Jersey... Ice Kold! A single blue spotlight appears on the ramp as the guitars start up. Kold parts the curtain and stands in the center of the spotlight, his hooded black cloak engulfing him in complete darkness. As Corey Taylor's voice screams to kick in the rest of the band, Kold crosses his arms into an X in front of his chest, then simultaniously throws his head back and his arms straight out into a crusifix. A ring of flames shoots up around Kold and he steps through them onto the ramp. As he walks down the ramp Kold taunts random fans- threatening to slap one teenage boy, and making obscence gestures towards females in the audience. Kold reaches the ring apron, and leaps onto the ring apron from the floor, and then senton flips over the top rope. Kold walks over to the ring ropes, and showing great balance, steps onto the second rope and top rope, and once again crosses his arms into an X, and throws them out into a crusifix. Falcoon - Ice Kold looks like he's ready to strike as he and Caine stare each other down in the ring. Burst - He doesn't want any of James Caine. Trust me. That guy has proven himself as one of the best in this company. PA System - Your about to be punked! Missy Janson - Introducing next.. From Dallas Texas... Colten Kage! Yells out over the PA and Then "Freak On A Leash starts to blast over the PA. Colten Kage walks out from the back and stares out at the crowd while the crowd chants his name. He walks down to the ring and slides in. Falcoon - Colten Kage, Corbin Kaige, Alexis Cage.. I don't even know how to do play by play with this crap. Burst - Excuse them for having similar names. Moron. The lights in the arena go out. A digital slot machine appears on the video screen. The sounds that accompany almost every slot machine cue up, and the action begins. As the tiles turn, we blaze through cherries, sevens, golden bars, and other permanent slot machine fixtures. Soon the tiles stop, each one before the other, each one revealing a seven. As the last seven appears, the screen starts flashing. The words JACKPOT blink in bright golden letters above the digital slot machine. Missy Janson - On his way to the ring... From Las Vegas, Nevada... Rip Lawson! "Ace Of Spades" by Motorhead blasts out over the PA System. Strobe lights then fill the entrance ramp, and out from behind the curtain steps one, Rip Lawson. Rip stands atop the entrance ramp momentarily, to take a look around. A spotlight quickly illuminates him. He slowly raises one hand into the air, and then makes his way towards the ring. Ignoring the fans, he makes his way up the ringside steps, and walks the apron, to the far turnbuckle. Once there, he ascends to the middle rope, and slowly raises one hand, once again. Rip then hops over the top rope, to the middle of the ring, and slowly removes his robe. The robe falls down the ring, revealing Rip's massively toned body, and his wrestling attire : custom made black tights, with the ace of spades, and ace of hearts on the back. Tall white wrestling boots, and black kneepads, each, with an ace on them. Both fists taped, with plain black elbow pads. The lights in the arena come back on, and the music fades, just as Rip puts his hair back into a pony tail. Missy Janson - Introducing next.. From Hollywood California.. 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! Slowly he begins to walk towards the ring slapping hands with the fans on the way by, he makes it to ringside then turns and decides to make a trip around the ring slapping hands the entire time, he makes his circle then slides into the ring where he slaps hand with the referee. Missy Janson - And finally.. From Springfield, Kentucky... James.. Dunn! A guitar solo rocks the PA system. Spotlights flood the stage and rustling moves the curtain. The drums kick in and whispers crackle the pa system. PA System - I'ma supaman. I wanna be your superman... I'ma supaman.. I wanna be your superman! I'mmmmm travelin on now... I'm makin plans now... COCAINE! ALOCHOL! LADY LAY! WITHDRAW! "Superhuman" by Velvet Revolver attacks the pa system and the fans leap to their feet as the famous ballad plays on. James Dunn steps out from behind the curtain at the end of the first chorus and throws his arms into the air. He struts down to ringside slapping a few hands on the way. Falcoon - Wasn't EG sapouse to be.. Burst - Shhhh.. Falcoon - Oh. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Dunn charges across the ring and tackles Lawson to the ground. MVP quickly looks to his left and meets Ice Kold with a swift kick to the side which surprises him. Caine and Colten lock up with Caine getting the best of that test of strength. Ice Kold gains control over MVP with a few knife edge chops to the chest, pushing him into the corner where he hits him with a few more knife edge chops. He bends over and grabs MVP's legs, trying to eliminate him already. Burst - We may have our first competitor eliminated! Falcoon - Don't be so certain. MVP wraps his left leg around the middle rope, so he cannot be eliminated. James Dunn, after pummeling Lawson for a few second, turns his attention to Ice Kold. He comes up behind him and tries eliminating him over the top rope from behind. Ice Kold grabs the top rope and holds on as MVP squeaks out of the corner and tries throwing Ice Kold over as well. Eventually, they dump Ice Kold over and he lands on the canvas on the outside. MVP uses his right foot and pushes Ice Kold off the ring to the outside, eliminating him. Missy Janson - Ice Kold has been ELIMINATED! Burst - One down, four to go. Caine scoop slams Kage down to the mat, then he turns to see MVP and Dunn walking towards him. He lunges, taking out both men with a double clothesline that shakes the ring. The fans all get to their feet as Caine starts to get pumped up. Lawson pushes himself up from his knees at this point and charges at Caine. He spears him down to the mat, knocking the wind out of James for a few seconds. As Lawson stands up, his grabbed immediately by the back of his head by Kage and he is quickly tossed over the top rope, and crashing to the outside. Missy Janson - Rip Lawson has been ELIMINATED! Falcoon - I'm shocked MVP and Dunn are still in this match. At about that moment, Kage is met with a stiff kick to the boot by a recovered Dunn and Dunn attempts to throw him over the top rope with a gorilla press slam. Colten wiggles out of it and lands on his feet. He jumps up into the air and dropkicks Dunn right in the mouth sending him over the top rope and crashing down to the canvas on the outside of the ring. Colten tries using the ropes as leverage as he pushes on Dunn's body, but Dunn is holding on for dear life. Then, from behind Kage, MVP comes from behind and tries to dump him over the top rope. Kage grabs the top rope as MVP lifts him in the air, but he just won't let himself be eliminated. Burst - This battle royal is turning out better than I had planned. I was totally gonna go for a piss. Where the hell is Chris Green when you need him? Dunn rolls in under the bottom rope, protecting himself from elimination. He stands up and he rushes up behind MVP, dumping both him and Colten over the top rope. MVP crashes to the floor immediately, but Kage holds on to the top rope by a thread. Missy Janson - MVP has been ELIMINATED! Burst - Double crossing! I like it! Dunn looks down at a pissed MVP, and then to Kage who is holding onto the top rope by his index and middle fingers only. Dunn rears back and kicks the top rope, shaking it violently. Kage cannot hold on, and he collapses to the outside right next to MVP. Missy Janson - Colten Kage has been ELIMINATED! Falcoon - Down to two, now. Dunn turns around, and gets a face full of the bottom of Caines boot for his efforts. Dunn falls to the ring like a sack of bricks. Caine wastes no time bending over and picking Dunn up by the hair. He lifts him up into a gorilla press slam as Dunn tries kicking his way out of it, but Caine still throws him over the top rope on top of MVP and Colten Kage, sending all three men to the floor. As the referee calls for the bell. Missy Janson - Here is your winner and advancer to the Quest for the Best Tournament... James.. CAINE! The crowd pops as his theme comes over the PA system. He tops onto the top turnbuckle and poses for the crowd. Falcoon - Well Nick you called this one. James Caine advances but he's at the disadvantage now! Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen.. The following contest is a "FTW" Fire Tacks and Wire Match! Falcoon - We aren't scheduled for an FTW match... Missy Janson - It is a first match of the Quest for the Best Tournament! Already in the ring.. James Caine! .. Falcoon - Oh wow.. Back to back matches for James Caine and it's an FTW MATCH! Burst - Damn, not even a breather for the kid! The house lights die, sending the crowd into confused hysterics. The Outsidertron lights up in a solid white, bathing the crowd in an eerie glow. A red T cartwheels across the screen from the right, settling in the left-center of the frame. A V of the same hue drops down from above, settling into the center of the screen. In dead silence, a crimson J dissolves into the right-center of the frame. Three rapid gunshots place the letters LLC below the TVJ in black. Rapid cross-wipe to black, leaving the arena dark again. First we hear the strings, then a little bit of guitar, and finally some high hat as the intro to Jeff Buckley's "Last Goodbye" plays out over the public address system. Clips of Piter Svoboda matches rapidly flash across the big screen, with straight cuts going from one to the next. Some notable examples are of Piter walking down an entrance ramp with the MVW Lightweight strap over one shoulder and the TV title over the other, his double elimination with Cliff Hanger during the battle royal in which he won his first World title in any promotion, and his forty foot fall after he won the OWF King of the Mountain match. Interspersed are various clips from old promos, including Piter Svoboda wearing his "Piterster" get-up. A mellow folk-rock riff continues until about a minute into the song. PA System - This is our last goodbye. The crowd erupts in a mixed, but very loud, reaction, some people going so far as to pelt the entrance ramp with foodstuffs and spare change while others try to get an "M-V-Dub" chant going. Halogens flood the arena, blinding everybody who's not prepared as Jeff Buckley continues to sing soulfully. The entrance curtain jerks aside, and Piter Svoboda steps through, lit cigarette dangling from one corner of his mouth. Missy Janson - And his opponent.. He is "The Show-Opener"... From Boston MA... PITER SVOBODA! He's wearing colorless cargo pants, a comic book-themed T-shirt over an off-white long-sleeved shirt, mirrorshades, and his ubiquitous bike chain belt and boots. His hair appears to be freshly spiked. He frantically scoops the change into his pockets, takes a sip of a tossed Coca-Cola Classic, and makes his way down to the ring. He attempts to slap hands on his way to the ring, meeting mostly with failure. Upon reaching ringside, he tosses his shades into the crowd, where one lucky "fan" stomps on them until they're reduced to unidentifiable plastic shards. Finally he pitches his cigarette, slingshots himself over the top rope, and takes a seat in his corner. Falcoon - Round 1 Match 1.. Piter Svoboda Vs. James Caine. Burst - I'm excited to see how much ring rust the show opener has in him. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Both man stand in the middle of the ring, looking at the mayhem around them. The ropes are replaced by barbed wire, there are bags of tacks in each corner and fire is shooting out from the turnbuckles at rapid intervals. Svoboda and Caine keep their eyes locked on each other as they start to circle one another. They eventually lock up, with Caine pushing Svoboda back and into the barbed wire ropes. Svoboda winces in pain as the sharpened steel cuts his back. He immediately charges at Caine, but he ducks the clothesline attempt by Svoboda and nails him with a falling neckbreaker. Falcoon - Svoboda doesn't look too on top of his game! Burst - The guy hasn't wrestled in- Falcoon - Excuses, excuses. Caine hops right up and walks over to the corner, grabbing the black sack of tacks and untying the knot at the top. He dumps the tacks all over the top of Piter's body and once the bag is empty, Caine jumps into the air and lands on Svoboda with a senton splash. Tacks jut into both the body of Caine and Svoboda as they lay rolling in pain. Burst - Jesus, this got bloody quick. Falcoon - Winning the Quest For The Best is a big deal to these men. Caine is able to pull himself up to his feet, attempting to pull out some of the tacks from his back. Svoboda rolls out of the pile of tacks, and instinctively grabs for the ropes to hoist himself up. He cuts his palm as he grabs the barbed wire and Caine sees this and comes up behind Svoboda. He attempts to german suplex Piter, but Svoboda nails him with a back elbow that staggers James back a bit. At least enough time for Svoboda to connect with a swift left to the jaw, knocking Caine down. Svoboda pounces, covering Caine..1..2- Kickout! Falcoon - Pftt not even close. Svoboda grabs Caine by the hair and yanks him to his feet. He looks down at the mans face as he sets him up for a DDT into the pile of tacks. He hesitates for a second, then kicks back and falls back first connecting with the DDT into the tacks. A few tacks stick in his back but there are ten plus stuck in the forehead of Caine. Blood pours from his head as he screams in pain, as Svoboda jumps up back to his feet. He reaches down, grabbing a fistful of Caines hair and lifts him up to his feet. As soon as he stands up, Svoboda irish whips him towards the barbed wire ropes. Caine attempts to stop himself in time, but he crashes into the ropes. His back and shoulders get cut up badly, but the top barbed wire rope snaps at the turnbuckle and the whole top rope comes undone and it wraps itself around the body of Caine as he leans on the two remaining barbed wire ropes. Svoboda approaches as blood pours from the many wounds around his back and shoulders, and he pulls Caine off the wire as the flesh rips with his skin. Suddenly, a blast of fire shoots up from behind Piter from the turnbuckle. It singes his hair and burns his back as he falls forward, landing chest first over the barbed wire middle rope on the same side of the ring where the top rope was snapped by Caine. His flesh rips as he slides along the cold steel. Caine falls face first to the ring as Svoboda pulls himself off the wire and falls onto his back right next to Caine. Burst - Both men are giving it their all, you have to admit that. Falcoon - All their blood it looks like. Both men continue to bleed heavily as Piter rolls over, laying his arm over the chest of Caine. The referee drops into place...1...2...Kickout by Caine! Svoboda grabs his chest in pain, as Caine is holding his back. Puddles of blood start to form on the ring canva as Caine slowly picks himself up to his knees. Svoboda keeps rolling around on his back as Caine eventually pulls himself up to his feet. He reaches down and drags Svoboda by his arm over the pile of thumbtacks. Caine quickly jumps up to the top turnbuckle, even if there are no ropes. He balances himself up as he faces Piter. Then out of nowhere, Svoboda jumps to his feet and quickly grabs Caine into a firemans carry. Burst - Here we go! He flips Caine over and nails a HUGE death valley driver on the pile of thumbtacks. Burst - USA DROP! He quickly covers Caine as the referee drops into place...1...2...3! Missy Janson - Your winner, and moving on to the semifinals of the Quest For The Best Tournament...Piiiiiter Svoooobodaaaa!! Burst - Impressive win, eh? Falcoon - Yeah yeah yeah. Svoboda advances but I'd say that won't be the case next round! Burst - Man I hated seeing these two in the first round against each other. Falcoon - Yeah neither of them desurved the shot. Burst - Oh right.. Because The Imperium has really "proven" themselves huh. Fuckin reverse bandwagoner! Green and Williams are walking through the back drinking a few bottled waters discussing strategy Green - Well your in the 2nd round now Jesse.. Williams - I know man... did you see that fucking hot bitch in the front row? Green - Fuck yes. I swear her titties are screaming my name. Then out of no where Green turns the corner and bumps into Frost both look at each other face to face eye to eye for a split second, Williams is getting upset and is ready to deck Frost when Green raises his arms and whispers something in jesse's ear Green - Williams calm down a bit... you will get your shot at him. Green turns around and stares Frost down for the first time since the entire event transpired with the superkick. Green almost ice cold and Frost returning the same stare. Green then turns away then SPITS in Frost's face...catching Frost off guard... Frost massages his face as Green walks off. Frost intriguingly enough does not choose to go after Green as he walks off... he instead smiles with an almost sadistic grin on his face. Burst - Your digging you own grave Green. I can't wait to see Frost slap the smirk right off his face! Falcoon - Not gonna happen. Burst - Oh it will. All it takes is a little motivation. Falcoon - What the hell is that sapouse to mean? Burst - Don't worry about it. Falcoon - Now I'm gonna worry about it! Jeez. What are you planning? Burst - I'll never tell... Missy Janson - The following contest is scheduled for a Flaming Tables and Quest for the Best first round match! Introducing first.. From Dallas, Texas... E..J.. SLAYER! "Come On Motherfucker" begins to play as Slayer makes his way to the ring, flipping off random fans and spewing profanities to the crowd as he does so. Missy Janson - And his opponent... A silence overcomes the crowd, followed by a defeaning eruption of cheers. Out of nowhere, in the midst of the fans, Cameron Frost appears. Missy Janson - CAMERON.... FROST!! Wearing a dark leather trench coat, and an equally dark pair of shades, you can clearly see his wrestling gear ; black trunks, black wall boots, black kneepads, and black tape around his fists, he quickly makes his way down through the fans. While some fans hold out there hands, others pat him on the back. However, he pays them no attention, and several fans are left with their hands outstretched. A chant of Frost begins to echo throughout the arena, and slowly gets louder and louder. Burst - Now that's an ovation to be proud of! This guy has more fans than the home depot! Falcoon - That.. Was the WORST... Line you have EVER said. Get a new writer. Seriously. Frost stops halfway down the stairs, and takes a look around. He relishes in the moment... A few seconds pass before he continues his path towards the ring. Finally he reaches the safety rail, and hops it. With tremendous grace Frost slides into the ring, and finds himself a nearby turnbuckle. He climbs to the second rope, and takes another look around. The crowd once again erupts. After a few seconds of posing, Frost drops down, turns about, and sits in the turnbuckle and waits... (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Frost wastes no time as he walks immediately towards Slayer. Slayer back peddles a bit, then finds himself up against a table that has been leaned against the corner. Frost rears back and punches, but Slayer ducks and Frost puts his hand right through the wooden table. Burst - Shit. Falcoon - That had to hurt a little bit. Frost pulls his hand out from the table as Slayer wraps up Frost into a full nelson. Frost quickly breaks the hold, and swings around connecting with an elbow that nearly decapitates Slayer as he falls to the mat. Frost quickly leans down, grabbing Slayer by the hair and lifting him up into a sitting position. Frost leaves his feet for a second and nails EJ with a front dropkick right to the face that sends him down to the mat. Falcoon - OW! Jeez! Frost rolls away from Slayer and picks himself up. He walks over to the corner and grabs one of the tables that rests up against the turnbuckle. He lays it down in the ring and pulls out the legs of the table and locks them into place. Falcoon - Remember, you have to put your opponent through only one flaming table to win this match. Burst - Ewww! I was hoping it would have to be three. Falcoon - Cause you're a sick bastard, Nick. Frost flips the table over and sets it up on its legs. He walks back over to Slayer, who is back up on his knees, and he grabs him by the hair. He lifts him up, but Slayer counters with a forearm to the midsection which stuns Frost a bit. He once again hits Frost in the midsection, which stuns him a bit again. Slayer knees Frost in the sternum and grabs his head. He tucks Frost's head between his legs. He wraps his arms around Frost's waist and tries lifting him up in the air, but Frost kicks into the air and reverses the move. He flips Slayer backwards into the air with a back body drop and Slayer goes through the table. Falcoon - MY god! Burst - The match isn't over, table wasn't flaming! Falcoon - Did you see Slayer crash to the ring?!?!? Burst - Yep, and now the fans and I get to see two table breakings! Slayer holds the back of his head as he lays in the mess of the remnants of the table. Frost reaches down, grabbing the arm of Slayer and dragging him to his feet. He hooks him up for a suplex and holds Slayer straight up in the air. He holds him there for what seems like an eternity, not even waivering. Burst - Look at that show of strength by Cameron Frost. Showing why he is the true OWF Franchise. Falcoon - That's Jesse you moron. Burst - Don't call me a moron, douche. Falcoon - Don't call me a douche, faggot. Frost finally brings down Slayer into a brainbuster that nearly knocks him out cold. Frost immediately jumps to his feet and walks towards the nearest corner where a table is laid up onto the turnbuckle. He grabs the table off, laying it down on the mat the same way he did the last table. He opens the legs of the table, locking them into place, and flipping it over with ease. Laying in the corner on the mat is a box of matches and a bottle of lighter fluid. Frost eyes it up as he bends over, grabbing both items in one hand. He flips open the top of the lighter fluid and proceeds to empty the entire bottle onto the face of the table. Slayer starts to stir a bit as Frost opens the box of matches and strikes one with his thumb. It ignites. Burst - Now we're cooking. Falcoon - That was really lame, Nick. Really lame. Burst - Shaaaddaaap! Frost drops the match onto the table, and immediately a wave of blue flame flows over the table and soon after the entire table ignites into three foot high flames. Frost walks over around the table and picks Slayer off his knees. Frost sets up Slayer into another suplex position, and he quickly hoists him up into the air. Falcoon - Slayer is up! Frost throws Slayer through the flaming table with a broken arrow. The flames take a few seconds to estinguish as Slayer tries to put out the fires burning on his clothing. Missy Janson - Your winner, and moving onto the semifinals of the Quest For The Best Tournament...Caaameron Froooooost!! Burst - That was domination. Falcoon - Just wait, Frost will get his later. Falcoon - Enjoy while you can frosty.. You'll have an Imperium member next round! Burst - God I hope Jesse and Plague lose. I don't even like Duality! But man I'm so tired of the blah blah blah crap from The Imperium.
Missy Janson - The following contest is scheduled for a chairs match! Just then above the ring on the Scaffold platform members of the ring crew throw down chair after chair to the ring. Burst - It's rainin chairs!! PA System - Now you're doing the waltz with your murderer! Just then, pyro shoots out from the stage and "Memphis Will Be Laid To Waste" by Norma Jean blares over the PA System. Missy Janson - Introducing first.. From Las Vegas Nevada... Jesse Williams! From the back, we see Jesse Williams walk out focused on the match ahead of him. He keeps his head straight as he jogs to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope to enter. He walks around the ring once and then gets into his corner and prepares for his match. Missy Janson - And his o... PA System - I'm havin trouble tryin to sleep! Countin sheep but runnin out... Missy is interupted by the classic guitar hits from Greendays "Brain Stew". Prez DK steps out to a standing ovation in St Louis Missouri. He shakes his head looking at Jesse Williams standing in the ring, with one swift move he pulls the mic from his pocket and flips it on. Prez DK - Hang on a second Missy. In fact.. Go ahead and take your seat. I'll announce Jesse's opponent. Jesse, how the fuck are you? Jesse leans over the ropes and calls for Missy's mic. Prez DK - Cut that mic off guys. Nobody wants to hear that fucker talk! The crowd laughs and nods their heads. Jesse flips him the middle finger and DK returns the gesture. Prez DK - Without further or do... Your opponent... From Margate England.... The crowd is raw with excitement as they begin to rise to their feet. DK takes a long pause... Prez DK - ........... THE ELECTRIC GUITAR!! Falcoon - WHAT?! BULL SHIT! All of a sudden the lights go out everywhere and there is a slight buzzing of anticipation. After a few seconds of absolutely nothing the opening chords of "Killing in the Name of" by Rage Against the Machine hit the P.A. which immediately lifts the crowd into a frenzy of excitement. Burst - The Electric Guitar has been out for months with knee complications but he's back!! Falcoon - How is this fair? How the fuck is this fair? DK just keeps throwing in people at The Imperium! He wasn't booked! Burst - Wah. Fuckin pussy. Get over it! Falcoon - He did not qualify for this match! He's not even in the tournament! Finally he appears from behind the curtain, wearing a black leather jacket, with black trousers and black wrestling boots as he holds his arms up to soak in the crowd's adoring reaction, and then procedes to strut down the ramp, with a mic in his hand. Burst - It's been almost about 5 months since we've seen him and I've never been happier! Falcoon - You use to hate him! The Electric Guitar slides into the ring and heads straight for the middle, before holding the mic to his face. E.G. - Ladies and Gentleman of the crowd here, guys in the locker room... The Electric Guitar is finally back! A loud pop ensues from the crowd as it is clear this is good news from their perspective. E.G. - My road to recovery was long and grueling but finally I have been cleared to wrestle and now I have my chance to really show everyone why I am the best technical wrestler in this company. Be ready to experience true greatness once again as I prepare to take whatever I want from whoever I want. My goals are firmly set, I have plans to truely leave a great mark and decimate anyone who feels it is their duty to step in my way. I don't care if your name is Chris Green, Plague or fucking Duality. Or even this guy! He says turning to point at Williams who is outside the ring. E.G. - I will make damn sure I get what I want and do it with a smile on my face and the fans cheering my name... E.G... E.G... The fans all begins chanting "E.G... E.G... E.G..." in respect. E.G. - So this coming Addiction card, my reign as the supreme wrestler under an OWF contract will begin as I have my return match and take out the first name they put out in front of me. So let me put it to whoever is gunna sign that Addiction card... Make that name be someone worth my while so when I defeat them, when they taste my left boot, everyone will know that I mean business! With that he soaks once again in the fans sheering and chanting, before tossing the mic on the mat and waving Jesse into the ring. Burst - The ring is covered in chairs, I bet theirs 30 sitting just on the outside alone! (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Both men are standing in their respective corners as the bell rings. E.G. is the first man to walk out of his corner to the middle of the ring. Willams just smiles and meets him. The two men begin to argue with each other. You can clearly hear Williams tell E.G. " You will be outta here just as fast as you came back." E.G. reacts by laughing and turning his back to Jesse. He quickly turns around and delivers a right hand to the the jaw of Williams staggering him back against the ropes. E.G. rushes him and clotheslines him out of the ring. The crowd goes crazy as E.G. exits the ring in pursuit of Williams who is crawling trying to get to his feet. He grabs s hand full of Jesse's hair, raises him to his feet and sends his head crashing into the guard railing. Jesse is left hanging on the railing as E.G. leans over the railing and takes a chair from one of the fans. He takes a few steps back and raises it above his head and send it crashing in to the back of Williams as the sounds echoes throughout the arena. Jesse screams in pain as E.G. tries to put the chair to the back of his head, but Jesse moves and the chair bounces off the railing. Jesse fires back with a kick to the gut to make him drop the chair. He pushes E.G. from behind sending him shoulder first into the ring post and to the floor. Williams walks over to the time keeper and pushes him out of his chair. He takes the chair and stands infront of E.G. waiting for him to get to his feet. When he does Willams just throws the chair into his face. Falcoon - SMACK! That's the sound of a chair across EG's face. Burst - And it's also a word that rhymes with DK's favorite addiction.. err I mean... hobby! Falcoon - Zzzzaaaa! Jesse drags E.G. and leans him against the steel steps. Williams back up and and rushes him, hitting him with a knee to the face causing the back of his head bouncing off the steel steps. E.G. Lays there as a small puddle of blood starts to appear on the ground. Williams brings him back to his feet to reveal the nasty cut on the back of E.G's head. Willams releases E.G. as he stands there in a daze. He swings but E.G. blocks and counters with a deliberate kick to the balls. Willams falls back on his ass as his face turns pale. E.G. picks Jesse up and carries him in a body slam position to the aisle where chairs are set up in the same formation of bowling pins. He runs will Jesse in his arms and throws him into the chair knocking them all over. E.G. follows up with stomps to the face. He brings Jesse back to his feet by the hair. He runs further down the aisle with a hand full of hair and sends Williams face into a steel chair hanging by a cable from the roof. He mounts Jesse and delivers puch after punch to the forhead of Williams until a small cut on his head drips blood. E.G stand and takes grabs ahold of the chair hanging from the ceiling. He steps back and when Williams makes it to his feet he sends the chair swinging into his face. Jesse falls to his knees and E.G. quickly puts a boot to his face to lay him on his back. Burst - Show this crowd what you think of Mexicans EG! Falcoon - Make ya a deal.. If Williams wins this tournament tonight, you can NEVER call him Mexican again! Burst - How is that a deal? Falcoon - Alright you said it.. Deal. Burst - Wait what? Falcoon - Deal. Burst - No deal. E.G. grabs Jesse by one of his ankles and drags him down the aisle, back to the ring. He rolls him inside the ring and notices a chair stuck between the second and top rope in a corner. He leans Williams back first into the chair. He sprints to the opposite corner and darts back and spears Williams in the corner, and the chair doesnt budge. E.G. looks shocked and backs up to do it again. This time Jesse steps to the side as E.G's face slams into the chair, falling to his knees. He turns around and looks at Williams as blood runs down his face. Williams responds by pushing his face back into the chair knocking it loose from the corner. He pulls E.G. back to the middle of the ring and leaves him lying there as he goes to the outside to fetch a chair from under the ring. Williams climbs to the top rope with the chair. He leaps off the top rope, coming down with the chair hitting E.G. in the throat with the tip of it. E.G. squirms around the ring holding his throat as he coughs up some blood. Jesse waits for E.G. to stand and hits him again across the top of the head as a large dent appears in the chair. Holding the chair in one hand he picks up E.G. with the free hand and leans him in the corner. Jesse steps backwards and smiles. He rushes E.G. with the chair and tosses it infront of him and enzigurri kicks the chair into his head. Burst - Alright, I've thought about it. If Williams wins tonight, I'll never call him a Mexican again. If he loses.. You have to go on a date with Toby Wilks. Falcoon - No deal. Burst - Alright deal! Falcoon - Wait what? Burst - Deal! Yes! Williams looks to the crowd and gets a disgusting reaction. While looking into the crowd he freezes and sets his sights in on two table stacked on top of each other with four chairs standing between the two levels. He points near the stage where the setup sits. Jesse looks back over his shoulder and see's E.G. laying on his back motionless. He climbs to the top rope. Swanton Bomb across E.G.!!! The crowd boo's louder as Jesse throws E.G's lifeless body over the top rope. Williams follows to the outside of the ring. He pulls E.G. up the stage by the two tier table and chair setup. He carefully places E.G. across the top table setting just a few feet below the floor of the stage. Williams backs up and looks to the crowd. He gives the crowd the finger and runs to the edge of the stage and swanton bombs E.G. through both tables and all four chairs!! The bent up destroyed chairs cover their bodies. The ref looks confused and calls for the bell!! Burst - Well, who is the winner? There was the bell. Falcoon - Both of these men are lying in the carnage motionless!! The announcer waits for the ref decision. He walks over and hovers ovver Jesse Williams. He leans down and grabs him by the wrist and raises his hand!! Missy Janson - Here is your winner and advancer in the tournament.. Jesse Williams! Falcoon - Justice is served! God we've had some brutal matches tonight! Burst - It doesn't even come close to what we are about to see! Falcoon - This is a fued that has been going on for years! Burst - It started back in ASW 2 years ago when we saw Dark Forces Vs Hell's Fire! Falcoon - And it hasn't stopped. Duality keeps pushing and pushing Plague and I think Plague is going to FINALLY put him in his place. Burst - It's all over a bitch too. Falcoon - Well Prissy does have alot to do with it, but I think it goes deeper. Plague defeated Duality as "Alone" in ASW and put a scar on his nearly flawless record! The camera's cut backstage to Duality who is sitting behind the curtain holding his knees cradled in his arms. He hums to myself before looking deep into the cameras. Almost as if he is dead inside. Duality - Plague... Are you ready to go to hell? We fade back into the arena, the camera's hover over the crowd. Missy Janson - The following contest is the 3 stages of hell match! PA System - I push my fingers into my... eeeeyyyyyeeessssss.... Missy Janson - Introducing first.. From Detroit Michigan... Duality! The entire arena leaps to their feet! PA System - It's the only thing, that slowly stops the aaaache... But it's made of all.. The things I have to tttaaakkkeee..... Suddenly the curtain is pushes to the side and out steps Duality! They get louder and the arena shakes! He looks out over the crowd then withdraws the baseball bat from his coat. He takes a step off the stage onto the ramp then waves his bat around, he break out in a dead sprint and slides under the bottom rope. Falcoon - This is such a highly anticipated match! Missy Janson - His opponent.. From Toronto Ontario Canada.. Plague! The arena goes entirely dark and then the drum rolls of Down with the Sickness is heard throughout the arena. The words The Plague Has Struck appears on the titantron, each word at a time. Ooh Ah Ah Ah Ah The pyros blast off as the first scream in the song is heard illuminating the whole arena and revealing a man at the enterance ramp with a guitar slung over his black trenchcoat. Ooh Ah Ah Ah Ah Falcoon - AHOOOO! The man slowly looks up and begins his walk down to the ring. Drowning deep in my sea of loathing Looking at my own reflection When he's about halfway, he breaks into a sprint and slides under the bottom rope. Plague raises up to his knees and then raises up and walks over to his corner. Get up, come on get down with the sickness He stops there for a moment before bracing one hand on the turnbuckle and then seamlessy jumping and landing cross legged on the turnbuckle. Falcoon - And we are starting with first blood!! (Ding, Ding, Ding...) The two men waste no time as they swamp punches in the center of the ring, Plague gains the upper hand and send Duality into the ropes, Duality bounces off and catches Plague with a running larriat. Plague leaps back to his feet and shakes it off as Duality grabs him by the throat and squeezes! Plague clitches Duality's arm and tries to break the hold.. Duality pushes him down to the mat, still holding his neck and choking the life out of him. Duality unloads with a series of left hands to Plague's forehead, over and over he punches him. Burst - Make him bleed! Duality releases the choke hold and takes a step back.. He lunges forward with his foot and kicks Plague right in the face sending him the rest of the way down hard to the mat! He stalks Plague for a moment, waiting for him to return to his feet... As he does, Duality lifts him up into a fireman's carry position.. Burst - Here comes the Dichotomy already! Plague reacts driving his fingers into Duality's eye! Plague squirms out of the hold and plants Duality with an impact DDT as a counter! Plague chokes a bit, still trying to catch his breath. Duality rolls under the bottom rope, but Plague is quick to follow.. Just as Plague slides out of the ring Duality strikes with a right hand to his forehead! Burst - He's looking to break Plague open early! Falcoon - Plague isn't human! He doesn't bleed! He's perfection! Plague strikes back with a right hand of his own then pushes Duality away, Duality stumbles back against the guard rail, Plague rushes in and Duality reaches backwards and snags a beer bottle from a fan in the front row... SMACK! You hear as the bottle shatters against Plague's head and he begins to bleed! Missy Janson - Your winner of the first blood match.. Duality!! Burst - Plague's gonna have to win two straight against Duality! It's NOT gonna happen! Falcoon - If anyone can do it.. It's Plague! Burst - Let's see the weapons! It's Fall's Count Anywhere! (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Plague picks out the remaining glass and wipes his forehead again as the bell for the second round is heard. Duality turns his head to spit and Plague wastes no time in charging at Duality. In rage Plague comes at Duality with a wild series of punches. He knocks him into the ropes. Plague grabs Duality’s arm and swings him into the ropes and attempts a closeline. He misses, Duality ducks. Plague goes for a drop kick as Duality bounces off the ropes, but Duality hangs on expecting as much. Plague falls on his back with his head bouncing off the mat. Duality runs to him and full force kicks him in the ribs. Plague rolls over to his side and holds his stomach as he continues to roll until he is out of the ring and walking around the commentary table. Duality jumps out of the ring on the opposite side. He digs up under the ring and finds a … bowling pin? He swings it a couple of times for good measure and decides it will work. Plague is still recouping on the opposite side of the ring. He’s not paying attention to Duality. Duality flings himself up on the apron and runs to where Plague is leaning on the apron of the ring. Duality suicide dives through the ropes and nails Plague in the back of the head with the bowling pin. The pin smashes to pieces and Plague falls to the cement. Duality looks at the broken piece of the pin left in his land and throws in into the crowd. He could cover, but instead he goes over to Plague and grabs him up by his hair. Plague has trouble standing and is pulling himself up by the apron. He then eye gouges Duality and rolls himself into the ring to try and get his head together. Duality rubs his eyes as he sees Plague is still laying motionless in the ring close to the far ropes. Duality walks over and grabs something off the commentary table. He walks over to Plague and writes on his face...OWF with a black marker. Plague starts flailing his arms and grabs Duality’s foot and slides out of the ring. Duality’s head bounces off the apron and he falls to the cement. Plague immediately grabs the chair from commentary announcer and knocks Duality in the head with it before Duality could even turn around to see what was going on. Duality turns to face Plague and he swings again and hits him in the side of the face with the chair. Duality falls against the ring apron. Plague grabs his arm and swings him into the steel guard rail at ringside. Duality falls holding his back in pain. Plague goes to pick up the chair again and Duality spears him up the ramp. Plague falls with the chair hitting him in the face. Plague tires to get up but Duality is up first and stomps on his stomach. Plague turns on his side and starts to cough up blood. Plague stands up fast holding his stomach and manages to block a punch from Duality and then punches him in the face. Plague starts to fall in the stands and grabs Duality with him. They both fall, with Duality on top. referee.. 1…2.. Kick out by Plague! Plague grabs Duality’s hair and throws kicks him to the side. Both men are slow to get up. Plague is first to his feet. He unloads a series of knife chops to Duality’s chest as they go deeper and deeper into the stands. Plague bumps into a vender selling hot chilli dogs and grabs one off the tray. He throws the hot chilli in Duality’s face, and follows with an elbow to his jaw. Duality falls a row down and Plague is quick to follow. Duality scrambles to his feet holding his face and tries to wipe off some of the chili dog. Plague jumps and lands on top of him. Plague starts punching Duality in the face with fists of fire. Duality lands one punch to Plagues throat and kicks him off of him with his feet. Plague tries to catch his wind as Duality pulls him up by his hair and kicks him in the stomach. Plague doubles over and Duality upper cuts his jaw. Plague almost falls backwards but Duality grabs the back of his shirt and starts to drag him back to the ring. Duality throws him over the guard rail and goes to leap over it himself to land a crossbody on Plague. Plague;s knees go up. Duality rolls off, holding his stomach. Both men lay on the cold cement. Plague starts to stir and Duality is reaching for the steel steps to pull himself up. Plague is to his feet and grabs Duality by the hair and pulls him into the ring. Plague goes up under the ring and finds a nice sized piece of sheet rock. He drags that into the ring and sets it up nicely in the corner. He climbs onto the apron and through the ropes. He makes Duality stand long enough to drive a knee into his stomach and knock the air out of him. Plague spins him around and throws him into the corner where the sheet rock cracks on impact from Duality’s head. Duality lays there motionless with his head caught in the sheet rock! Plague looks to the crowd and tries to catch his breath a bit then runs in and drives a knee to the back of Duality's head! Plague pulls Duality from the sheet rock and lets him fall to the mat. He climbs to the top turnbuckle... Epidemic drop!! Plague hooks his leg.. 1...2...3! Missy Janson - Your winner by pinfall... Plague! Burst - He will NOT win this next one! It's not possible to win two straight against Duality! Falcoon - Burried Alive time! Time to head to hell where you came from Duality! (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Both men lie on the mat, recovering from the shock of the first to falls. It takes several seconds but eventually Duality and Plague stumble to their feet, each grabbing the side barrier for support. They turn to face each other, trying to recompose while staring each other down. Who will move first? It’s Duality who rushes for Plague, attempting a shoulder block but Plague dips down a sends Duality crashing into the fans in a big back body drop. Falcoon - Ahoooooooooo! Law suit! Burst - That maniac has no respect for this company’s good name! He should be fired! Falcoon - Pfft! They’ll never fire him. Plague brings himself up from one knee and leans over the crowd barrier, grabbing a hand full of Duality’s hair to yank him to his feet. Now, Plague grips Duality in a head lock position, before dropping down, pulling Duality head first over the barrier and straight onto the cement floor. After a slow few seconds, Plague is back to his feet, dragging the prone Duality up before grabbing a fist full of hair and directing him towards the grave site. Falcoon - It looks like impossible is becoming a reality! Burst - It can’t be! Duality, fight back! Nearer the grave, Plague turns, dragging Duality the last few feet before kicking him in the stomach and putting him directly in front of the ditch. He leans back, before going for “the Vaccine” superkick, but Duality catches his foot in the nick of time and pulls him in, hooking him up for a suplex. He hoists Plague up off the ground, but is quickly met with a knee to the stomach, causing them both to crash to the floor. It takes them a few seconds to regain themselves, but then they begin to climb back to their feet. At knee level, Duality reaches a hand out and grips Plague by the throat. Burst - Time’s up, Plague! I hope Imperium gets buried with you! Tightening his grip he pulls Plague towards him. Plague can only act on instinct and jumps straight at Duality, hooking his arm around the neck and hitting a huge tornado DDT straight down into the grave. Plague then climbs up and out, slowly, to savour the moment. Falcoon - Bury that, Burst! Plague has done it! Missy Janson - Here is your winner of the 3 stages of hell.... PLAGUE!! Falcoon - He's made history tonight! Plague just showed up how he is the best! And he DESURVES that title! Burst - I never thought I'd see the day. Falcoon - Plague has beaten Duality a total of three times now. Twice by pinfall and once in a burried alive! Burst - I don't think it's over yet. Duality won't take this well at all. Duality's hand springs through the dirt as he pulls himself out of the grave through the pile of dirt! Burst - I told you. Nobody can keep that maniac down! He dusts himself off and whipes his blood soaked face with his shirt then marches to the back. PA System - I'm having trouble trying to sleep... I'm countin' sheep but runnin' out.. As time ticks by.. Still I try... No rest for crosstop's in my mind.... ON MY OWN HERE WE GO! Missy Janson - This match is scheduled for a one-fall. It is a Barbed Wire Steel Cage Match!! Coming to the ring, he is the PRESIDENT OF THE OUTSIDER WRESTLING FEDERATION....THE DIAMOND KID! "Brain Stew" by Green Day continues to blare over the PA system and immediately we see Diamond Kid, President of the OWF walk out onto the stage Falcoon - Tell me again why these two are fighting? Burst - Because Diamond Kid can do whatever he wants! Falcoon - You're gay for him aren't you? Burst - Yeah, that's it. I'm a homosexual. Good one. You know.. Because nobody has ever done that before. You know? They've uhhh.. never incorperated a homosexual into a joke questionings someone's sexual preference. Ya know? Nobody. Nope. That was a brand new joke. Ahhh That was a great one man. Got me GOOD didn't ya? He walks down the ramp, as the fans go nuts. He slaps a few hands at ringside before rolling in under the ropes. He looks up to the metal mass that hangs above the ring. He takes off his shirt, and tightens his wrists bands. He stays focused on the entrance ramp. Falcoon - DK looks ready to go. Missy Janson - And his opponent, he is a FORMER OWF Heavyweight Champion...here is "THE MISFIT" SPAZ! The lights go out and the opening cords to "Drain the Blood" by The Distillers blares over the PA. They lights come on dim and the silouette of a figure stands on the stage. The figure turns, but does not reveal himself the to the crowd. He is wearing a robe with a hood, on the back it reads "THE MISFIT; SPAZ". The lights come back on fully and the crowd begins to roar. Fire pyro begins to engulf the stage and Spaz walks through the fire till he gets to the ring. He walks up the steps and gets into the ring via the middle rope. He turns to his corner turnbuckle and keeps his back to Diamond Kid. Burst - What a sign of disrespect. Falcoon - Maybe Spaz, who is a former World Champ, feels shafted by DK! Burst - What-the fuck-ever man. You're a douchebag. The music stops and slowly the cage starts to lower Falcoon - Regardless Nick, here comes that cage! Burst - I have to admit, this looks intimidating to say the least. The cage gets lowered and a group of referees fasten it into place around the ring Burst - Spaz STILL hasn't taken off that robe. The cage gets locked in, and the referees give the okay. (Ding, Ding, Ding) Burst - Here we go. Diamond Kid waits a few seconds, then suddenly Spaz turns around Burst - Finally, now take off the damn robe! Diamond Kid looks, as Spaz un-buttons the robe, and slides down the hood. Burst - My god..MY FUCKING GOD! Diamond Kid falls back into the corner of the ring, the fans all gasp in shock. Falcoon - What Nick?! Burst - It's...IT'S... Falcoon - WHO?!?! Burst - THAT GOD DAMN MEXICAN! In the ring, we that the man is clearly Jesse Williams. The fans start to boo and people look on in horror as he slowly stalks towards DK Falcoon - Who are you talking about? Burst - Don't play dumb. It's Jesse Williams! Falcoon - NO! That's Spaz! Burst - LOOK AT THE GREASY BACK! IT'S JESSE WILLIAMS! DK tries desperately to pull himself up, he lunges at Williams with a right hand, but Williams catches him and THROWS DK three-forths of the way across the ring with a belly to belly suplex Burst - This is no good. THIS IS NO GOOD! Falcoon - That's Spaz, Nick. Burst - STOP IT! You're fooling no one! GET SECURITY OUT HERE! The referee lets the match continue, thinking Jesse is still Spaz since they look alike so much. Jesse stands up immediately after the belly to belly suplex and walks over to Diamond Kid who has managed to pull himself into a sitting up position in the corner. Williams runs in, full speed, and kicks DK right in the face. Immediately, blood spews from his nose and covers his chest while Williams laughs at DK's misfortune. Williams looks down and grabs DK up by the hair. He holds him up and looks him in the eyes. He starts to yell Williams - HOW FUCKING DARE YOU....HOW FUCKING DARE YOU MOTHER FUCKER!. Williams grabs his head under his arm and lifts him into the air, nailing an Impact DDT right in the middle of the ring. He immediately gets down on all fours and gets into DK's ear. Williams - WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! WHO!!!!!!!! Williams walks over to the corner and pulls himself up. He sits on the top turnbuckle and looks at his wrist, as if he had a watch on mocking DK being out cold Burst - That son of a bitch! DK starts to stir, pulling himself up on the ropes. As he does, Williams turns to the announcers table and calls for a microphone. Missy grabs one off the table and throws it over the top of the cage and into the ring, where it lands making a loud thunderous boom through the PA. Williams hops down off the turnbuckle and grabs the microphone. Williams - Go ahead DK, climb on out. See if you can get out of here without looking worse than I. The referee still has no idea it's Williams. DK starts to try to climb the cage to escape, but Williams pulls him crashing back down to the ring. Williams - YOU'RE STUCK IN HERE WITH ME! Williams drops the microphone and he grabs DK from behind. He irish whips him into the ropes, he tries a clothesline but DK ducks. He bounces off the other ropes and goes for a cross body block, but in mid-air Williams flairs his right leg up connecting with a superkick that stops DK right in his tracks, and sends him to the ground holding his jaw. Burst - SOMEONE STOP THIS! At about this time, on top of the ramp we see Spaz walk out, the real Spaz. He has a large smirk on his face as he takes his time getting down to the ring. Williams mounts Diamond Kid, who is still unconscious, and starts to pummel hit with right hands to the forehead. A cut opens above his eyebrow as Spaz finally makes his way down to the ring. Burst - SEE I told you. Falcoon - So, Spaz has a twin-brother? Burst - God, I hate you. Spaz unlocks the steel cage door and lets himself into the ring as Williams steps off of DK. He looks at Spaz and Spaz stares back at Williams. Jesse reaches down into his pocket and pulls out a wad of cash. Burst - What the hell.. Spaz extends his hand and takes the money, as Williams exits the cage walking over to the announcers booth. Burst - Williams paid off Spaz!? Falcoon - Hahaha! And we have a guest! Williams locks the door behind him, as he is pelted with garbage. He grabs a steel chair and opens it up right next to Nick Burst. Burst doesn't say anything as Jesse sits down and grabs a spare headset, putting it on. Spaz, meanwhile, is standing over the recovering Diamond Kid. Burst - How the hell is that fair? Williams - Since when has Diamond Kid ever been about fair? Burst - That wasn't a sanctioned match! Falcoon - Well, it sort've WAS a sanctioned match. Williams - Gordie is right! Burst - Who? Williams - Falcoon. Burst - Oh, Greg, right. Spaz picks his knee up to his chest and stomps down onto the sternum of Diamond Kid. DK grabs his chest, rolling on his back a bit. Spaz leans down, picking him up by his hair and lifting him to his feet. He grabs DK's arm and tries to wrap it around his head for The End, but DK ducks under the attempt and Spaz is met with a stiff clothesline that sends both men to the mat. The fans jump to their feet, but DK isn't as quick to jump back to his feet. Spaz is able to recover quickly and pick himself back up to his feet in time to charge DK, who is on all fours, and kicks him right in the ribs. Sending DK flying hard into the steel cage which he was right next to. DK holds his whole midsection with both arms and Spaz only smirks as he reaches down, grabbing the arm of DK and lifting him up to his knees. DK becomes aware and unleashes a low-blow that doubles Spaz over. DK remains on his knees as Spaz is bent over right in front of DK. Diamond Kid reaches back and nails Spaz in the jaw with a swift uppercut that sends "The Misfit" to his back. Burst - Here we go, getting the momentum back now. Williams - What momentum? Falcoon - Hey Nick, what were you telling me before about Jesse..? Burst - I uh...dunno what you're talking about! Williams - Oh come on, tell me Nick. Burst - I..uh..OH look! DK is up! DK stands up on his own two feet, stumbling a little, as Spaz rolls over and starts pushing himself back to a standing position. As Spaz gets to one knee, DK rushes him and sticks Spaz's head between his legs. He hooks both of Spaz's arms. Burst - It's gonna be over already! DK has him set up for The Basher! Spaz suddenly breaks his arms free and grabs the legs of DK. He back body drops DK up and into the cage, rattling it badly before DK crashes down to the mat. Spaz pushes himself up from one knee and turns back to see DK on the mat. He immediately heads towards the door, and the referee opens it. Falcoon - Ahooooo! Looks like Spaz has this won! Suddenly, DK reaches out and grabs the boot of Spaz, stopping him in his tracks. Spaz looks back, and with his free leg boots DK in the face. DK doesn't let go, though, and conitnues to hold onto Spaz's leg as he tries to make it towards the door. DK tugs so hard Spaz falls to the mat. Williams - Is anybody capable of doing anything on their own? Williams takes off the headset and stands, taking the steel chair with him. Burst - Where is he going? Jesse walks to the cage door. He slides in through the open door and walks over to the fallen DK. He rears back and smacks him a few times with the steel chair right to the back of the head. He is clearly out cold at this point. Spaz starts to crawl for the door and pulls himself out, collapsing to the outside. The bell rings as all the fans boo. Missy Janson - Your winner..."The Misfit" Spaaaaaaz! Burst - That's a damn crying shame. Williams reaches down and pulls DK up to his knees. DK is bleeding from the back of his head, and is barely conscious. Williams stares at him for a few seconds, then rears back and unleashes a chairshot that dents the chair so badly that DK is wearing it as necklace now. Burst - MY god! DK falls to the mat as Williams exits the cage door with a look of accomplishment on his face. Burst - GOD damn mexican! You're in-store for yours!
The ring crew suddenly starts to wheel out huge 25 foot panels of steel mesh down the aisle. The fans all start to go nuts. Burst - Oh what the hell is this. Falcoon - Hold on, Nick. The cameras switch to Falcoon and Burst at their table as Falcoon holds his finger to his ear. Burst - Shut up, you don't have an ear piece! Falcoon - I'm being told that the Quest For The Best Semifinals Match between Plague and Piter Svoboda will be a... Burst - Go ahead.. Falcoon - It's going to be a Pyramid Prison Match. Burst - What the hell is that. Falcoon - From what i'm being told, it's the mixture of hell and a cell and a cage match, except the cell is in the shape of a pyramid around the ring. At top of the cell, where the peak would be is an opening. The wrestler must scale up the inner pyramid walls which will be no easy task and escape through the opening, then scale down the outer walls. Burst - And, they just told you that all in your ear? Falcoon - Uhh, yeah Nick. They did. All the supplies are out to the ring as they start to hook up lines that dangle from the rafters to each of the four steel chain link panels. About 20 ring crew members stand around the ring, waiting for the panels to lift and be secured into place. Finally the lines start to lift and the panels all become airborne. Falcoon - So, uh, Nick, what do you think of this new type of match? Burst - Ehhh, It could be alright. It should be like a real pyramid setting though. Sand and shit. Scorpions, Cactus. Falcoon - That's a damn good idea Nick. But that's a little much to ask, right? Burst - I don't think so. The panels all surround the ring now and start to finally get lowered into place. As they get closer to the ring crew, the ring crew reaches up and positions each panel perfectly. The lines then loosen up, letting all the panels come to rest on one another. At the bottom, the men all start to fasten the panels together. They use metal clasps every three feet along where each panel meets. Four of the braver men scale up the corners of the pyramid and lock all the panels together each three foot span at a time. Burst - So, Svoboda and Plague, eh? Falcoon - Mmhmm. Burst - Who ya got? Falcoon - Plague. Burst - Really? Falcoon - Yeah. Burst - I'm all for Svoboda, I don't know, that guy just rocks. Falcoon - Sure. Burst - What's your problem. Falcoon - I'm watching them set up this contraption. Look at it, its massive. Each panel is 25 feet, so when its angled like that to form a point, it's still about 18 feet in the air at that opening. The men clasping the panels together are now at the top, clasping the very last of the pyramid cell together. They start to climb down, slowly, but surely they get there are start to wheel back their carts as the fans all eye up the structure. Burst - Here we go! The arena goes entirely dark and then the drum rolls of Down with the Sickness is heard throughout the arena. The words The Plague Has Struck appears on the titantron, each word at a time. Ooh Ah Ah Ah Ah Falcoon - Plague has already been through 3 stages of hell tonight with Duality and survived, he's running on fumes now but fumes is all he'll need! Burst - He doesn't need you on his dick. Give it a rest. The pyros blast off as the first scream in the song is heard illuminating the whole arena and revealing a man at the enterance ramp with a guitar slung over his black trenchcoat. Ooh Ah Ah Ah Ah The man slowly looks up and begins his walk down to the ring. Missy Janson - The following contest is scheduled for one fall and the semi-finals of the Quest for the Best Tournament! Introducing first already on his way to the ring.. From Toronto Ontario Canada... Plague! Drowning deep in my sea of loathing Looking at my own reflection When he's about halfway, he breaks into a sprint and slides under the bottom rope. Plague raises up to his knees and then raises up and walks over to his corner. Get up, come on get down with the sickness He stops there for a moment before bracing one hand on the turnbuckle and then seamlessy jumping and landing cross legged on the turnbuckle. Missy Janson - And his opponent... The house lights die, sending the crowd into confused hysterics. The Outsidertron lights up in a solid white, bathing the crowd in an eerie glow. A red T cartwheels across the screen from the right, settling in the left-center of the frame. A V of the same hue drops down from above, settling into the center of the screen. In dead silence, a crimson J dissolves into the right-center of the frame. Three rapid gunshots place the letters LLC below the TVJ in black. Missy Janson - From Boston MA... Piter Svoboda!! Rapid cross-wipe to black, leaving the arena dark again. First we hear the strings, then a little bit of guitar, and finally some high hat as the intro to Jeff Buckley's "Last Goodbye" plays out over the public address system. Clips of Piter Svoboda matches rapidly flash across the big screen, with straight cuts going from one to the next. Some notable examples are of Piter walking down an entrance ramp with the MVW Lightweight strap over one shoulder and the TV title over the other, his double elimination with Cliff Hanger during the battle royal in which he won his first World title in any promotion, and his forty foot fall after he won the OWF King of the Mountain match. Interspersed are various clips from old promos, including Piter Svoboda wearing his "Piterster" get-up. A mellow folk-rock riff continues until about a minute into the song. PA System - This is our last goodbye. The crowd erupts in a mixed, but very loud, reaction, some people going so far as to pelt the entrance ramp with foodstuffs and spare change while others try to get an "M-V-Dub" chant going. Halogens flood the arena, blinding everybody who's not prepared as Jeff Buckley continues to sing soulfully. The entrance curtain jerks aside, and Piter Svoboda steps through, lit cigarette dangling from one corner of his mouth. He's wearing colorless cargo pants, a comic book-themed T-shirt over an off-white long-sleeved shirt, mirrorshades, and his ubiquitous bike chain belt and boots. His hair appears to be freshly spiked. He frantically scoops the change into his pockets, takes a sip of a tossed Coca-Cola Classic, and makes his way down to the ring. He attempts to slap hands on his way to the ring, meeting mostly with failure. Upon reaching ringside, he tosses his shades into the crowd, where one lucky "fan" stomps on them until they're reduced to unidentifiable plastic shards. Finally he pitches his cigarette, slingshots himself over the top rope, and takes a seat in his corner. Burst - Svoboda wants this bad. Word in the back is he has alot on the line! (Ding, Ding, Ding...) The fans go nuts as either man looks at the pyramid cell they are in. Burst - This is just madness. Svoboda and Plague walk right to the middle of the ring and get into each others faces. Plague spits in Svoboda's face, and in return gets a right hand to the jaw sending him down to the mat. Plague hops right back up, but Svoboda knocks him right back down. Falcoon - Look at Plague, after going through 3 Stages of Hell; First Blood Match, Falls Count Anywhere, and Buried Alive Match with Duality in the first round, he looks pretty limber! Burst - What about Svoboda?! In the first round he was covered in tacks and cut up from barbed wire. Burnt to a crisp almost, yet he still looks good. Plague hops back up to his feet and Svoboda goes for another right hand, but Plague ducks and then Svoboda is met with a right from Plague that sends him stumbling through the ropes to the outside. Plague follows in hot pursuit as Piter picks himself up off the ground. As soon as he sees Plague, he goes for a sidekick that gets blocked by Plague. He goes for a thigh kick that is also brushed away, but that leaves Plague open for a clothesline from Piter that knocks both men down. Burst - Smart move by Svoboda, trying to outsmart Plague. Piter stands, grabbing Plague by his hair and setting him up for and irish whip. He throws him as hard as he can, but Plague reverses and he throws Svoboda full speed at the panel of cage. Piter runs into it face first, realizing he cutting himself up badly immediately as he hits the ground. Plague takes his opportunity to start climbing up the fencing. He soon understands he has to use all upper body strength and he isn't prepared for that. Svoboda, meanwhile, jumps back to his feet and walks underneath Plague. He sticks his head between Plagues legs and pulls him away from the cage. He walk around for a second with Plague sitting on top of his shoulders, then Svoboda falls backwards on the cement executing a flawless Electric Chair Drop on Plague. Plague grabs his back immediately as he screams in pain. Svoboda is a bit shaken up, but he slides back into the ring. Falcoon - Why is he sliding back into the ring? Svoboda climbs quickly up to the top rope. He barely has enough head room between him and the pyramid, but he dives off the top rope onto the fallen Plague with a HUGE splash. Burst - That would have made Jimmy "Superfly" Snuka proud! Falcoon - I bet! Piter and Plague both hold their rib areas as they roll around on the ground. Plague may have gotten the better of the ordeal, as he starts to pull himself up on the pyramid cage. He eventually gets up to his feet, while Svoboda is still on one knee using the canvas to pull himself up. Plague almost seems out of it as he is holding onto the cage for dear life, as Svoboda climbs to his feet and turns to face Plague. As soon as he does that though.. Falcoon - BOOM! HAHAHA! ..He is met with The Vaccine superkick right to the jaw by Plague, which nearly knocked his head clean off. Svoboda rolls on the ground, holding his mouth area while Plague pulls himself back up to his feet after his momentum carried him to the floor. He walks to the pyramid panel again and starts to scale it, this time climb it with his body facing towards the ring so he could use the top rope as a resting point. He is using only upper body strength as his legs dangle down towards the cement floor. He slowly inches his way up the panel, with each grasp he feels the burn throughout his arm but he keeps on pushing. Svoboda has now rolled onto all fours as he starts to spit out wads of blood from his mouth. He looks up to see Plague getting dangerously close to the opening and Svoboda grabs onto the nearby ring post. He uses it to help him stand up, and he soon is able to pull himself up to his knees on the ring canvas. Plague continues moving upward as Svoboda grabs the top rope and stands on his two feet, noticing Plague almost has his feet resting on the top rope. Seeing this, Svoboda summons energy he didn't know he had and he jumps to the top turnbuckle and faces Plague. Falcoon - What the hell is he doing!! Svoboda jumps off, spearing Plague in mid-air as both men go crashing down to the outside. Both men slam down hard on the concrete as neither seems to be moving. Burst - Daaaamn Garrett, that was crazy! Falcoon - It's fucking GORDIE! Burst - Whatever. The fans all jump to their feet as both men lay on their backs, barely conscious. The referee checks on both men, as Svoboda starts to stir first. He rolls his pressure onto his left side as he starts to push himself up to one knee with the help of the pyramid panel as he grasps the chain link with his right hand. Plague sees Svoboda starts to move and starts to try himself to get up to his knees. Exhaustion runs through both of these guys bodies. Piter is able to get to his feet and stumble to the ring apron. He bends over and rests himself on it for a second, trying to catch his breath while Plague is only on one knee and using both hands to pull himself up. Svoboda kicks his leg up onto the apron and rolls himself into the ring, he lays on his back momentarily to gain energy while Plague struggles to balance himself enough to stand up on his own two feet. Svoboda uses the ropes for balance as he lifts himself up slowly rope by rope as he inches towards the turnbuckle yet again. Plague is now holding himself up on the ringpost, almost unconscious from exhaustion. Svoboda makes his way to his feet and places his right foot on the lowest rope, followed by his left. The same way with the second rope, and the same with the top rope. He stands up fully extended and grabs onto the pyramid panel and hoists himself up as his muscles strain. He starts to pull himself up inch by inch, closer to the opening. He is only about six feet away at this point as Plague pulls himself up onto the apron and stands up. He gets his second wind as climbs the turnbuckle nexk to Svoboda's and he starts to climb up the panel the same way Piter did. Svoboda gets to the opening and pulls his upper body up through the hole. Plague struggles to try to get to the hole, as he climbs with all his might but if as he rushes he almost loses his grip. Svoboda pulls his legs through the hole as Plague just misses him. Plague immediately starts to climb up through the hole as well. Burst - All Piter has to do now is climb on down and when his feet hit the floor, he wins. Svoboda sits on the side of the cell for a second, shaking his arms out, before he starts to scale down the side of the pyramid sideways. Plague pulls his upper body through the hole, and quickly pulls his legs through as well as he starts his pursuit of Svoboda. Suddenly, as Plague stands up, he loses his footing and falls to the chain link. He starts to slide down the panel towards the floor, he crashes into the legs of Svoboda and as soon as he gets about half way down he suddenly stops as his back get caught on a link of the fense. Falcoon - Oh my god Nick, that's his flesh holding him up! Svoboda holds onto the cell, but starts to shimmy down the side quickly. Plague screams in pain as he tries to free himself from the link, but he can't do it. Svoboda slowly strolls by Plague and smiles at him as he continues walking down. Plague yanks his body so hard the flesh rips and he goes after Piter. Plague almost loses his footing as he spears Piter down to the panel, almost breaking it at the clasps. Plague starts to pound on Piter as they are now only about five feet from the floor. Plague stands up, and turns towards the floor and starts to make his way towards it, but Svoboda catchs his legs in a drop toe hold and Plague falls face first right into the chain link. Piter pushes himself up and jumps over the sliding Plague and he lands on his two feet on the ground about three seconds before Plague slides down face first. Burst - HA! Told you! Missy Janson - Here is your winner and advancer in the Quest for the Best Tournament.... Piter Svoboda!! Falcoon - Come on.. Svoboda had a nobody in round 1! Plague fought three matches in a row prior to this! Burst - HAAHHA! YES!.. YES is all I'll say... YES. Falcoon - Well lets see Svoboda get past Jesse Williams! Burst - Jesse has gotta beat Frost first! That won't happen! Falcoon - Frost is a piece of trash! Just a stepping stone for Jesse Williams to pounce on, while he's headed to being crowned "The Best" of the OWF! Burst - Three men left to compete. Svoboda has his shot at the finals in tonight's main event! Missy Janson - The following contest is scheduled for one fall and the semi-finals match for the Quest for the Best Tournament! Introducing first... Cameron Frost!! A silence overcomes the crowd, followed by a defeaning eruption of cheers. Out of nowhere, in the midst of the fans, Cameron Frost appears. Wearing a dark leather trench coat, and an equally dark pair of shades, you can clearly see his wrestling gear ; black trunks, black wall boots, black kneepads, and black tape around his fists, he quickly makes his way down through the fans. While some fans hold out there hands, others pat him on the back. However, he pays them no attention, and several fans are left with their hands outstretched. A chant of Frost begins to echo throughout the arena, and slowly gets louder and louder. Frost stops halfway down the stairs, and takes a look around. He relishes in the moment... A few seconds pass before he continues his path towards the ring. Finally he reaches the safety rail, and hops it. With tremendous grace Frost slides into the ring, and finds himself a nearby turnbuckle. He climbs to the second rope, and takes another look around. The crowd once again erupts. After a few seconds of posing, Frost drops down, turns about, and sits in the turnbuckle and waits... Missy Janson - And his opponent... From Las Vegas Nevada.... Jesse Williams! PA System - Now you're doing the waltz with your murderer! Falcoon - Here comes "The Best"! Just then, pyro shoots out from the stage and "Memphis Will Be Laid To Waste" by Norma Jean blares over the PA System. From the back, we see Jesse Williams walk out focused on the match ahead of him. He keeps his head straight as he jogs to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope to enter. He walks around the ring once and then gets into his corner and prepares for his match. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Jesse Williams and Cameron Frost charge out of their corners, Williams being knocked to the mat with a huge shoulderblock. He's back on his feet with a kippup, but Frost whips him to the ropes and drops him back down with a high knee to the face. Cameron pulls Jesse to his feet, slapping him around with his free hand, then hikes him up into a stalling suplex. Burst - Cameron Frost is dominating this one from the get-go! I haven't seen a Mexican get knocked around this bad since my last lodge meeting! Falcoon - He isn't Mexican... Williams crashes to the mat as Frost finally lets him drop. Frost puts the boots to Jesse, gesturing for him to get up. Williams rolls into a crouch and springs up with a clothesline, putting Cameron on the mat. Jesse Williams backs off a couple of steps, waiting for Cameron Frost to take his feet, then charges in with a high front dropkick that knocks his opponent into the ropes. As Cameron bounces back, Williams takes him down with a drop toe hold. It's Jesse's turn to stomp on Frost, now. Falcoon - Those boots were made for stomping, and that's just what they'll do! Burst - Has anybody ever told you you're gay, Gary? Falcoon - It's Gordie, and yeah, you have. Cameron Frost slowly pushes his way to his feet, Jesse continuing to stomp him his whole way up. Cameron nails Williams with a shot to the face, and soon the two are trading punches in the middle of the ring. Frost manages to take the upper hand, and whips Jesse Williams to the corner, charging in immediately after. Williams sprints right up the turnbuckle and moonsaults right over Frost, who hits the corner with force. As he bounces back, Jesse bulldogs him to the mat. The first to his feet, Williams goes for a field goal with Frost's face, spattering the mat with blood. Falcoon - Blood in the water! AHOOO! Burst - There's gonna be blood in your urine if you don't shut up. Back on his feet, Frost stares Jesse down, making a "bring it" gesture to his bloody chin, which he sticks out defiantly. Williams shrugs, then plants a dropkick right on the tip. Both men get back to their feet at the same time, and Cameron is visibly smiling. They tie up, Frost getting the upper hand and tossing Williams through the ropes. He steps back, and baseball slides into Jesse as soon as he gets up. The lackydaisical count begins as Frost picks Williams up and whips him into the guardrail, then slams his face repeatedly against it, opening a small cut on his forehead that gradually increases in size with each time it smacks against the unrelenting steel. Cameron rolls Williams back into the ring, following right after. Burst - Williams is leaking border sauce all over the mat! Falcoon - I'm telling you, he's not Mexican. Burst - And I'm telling you... *mumblemumblemumble* Falcoon - What? Burst - You heard me! Frost and Williams take their feet, circling slowly. They tie up, Frost bending Williams over with a solid kick to the gut. He pulls Jesse into standing headscissors, and raises his arms to a huge ovation. Burst - Looks like that wetback's about to have some Vivid Dreams! Cameron tries to lift his opponent, but is blocked. He tries once again, with no success, and is back body dropped. Falcoon - Looks like Nick Burst was wrong... again! Frost takes his feet again, and Jesse quickly puts him back down with a fisherman's suplex. 1... 2... shoulder up. Both men roll to their feet, looking rather worse for the wear. Williams charges in with a ducked clothesline and is subsequently whipped to the corner. Before he can recover, Cameron Frost lifts him into a tree of woe and walks to the center of the ring. With a good running start, he hits a high downward angled dropkick to Jesse's bloody face, knocking him out of the tree of woe. Frost drags him to the center of the ring and goes for the pin, not bothering to hook the leg. 1... 2... kickout. Falcoon - Jesse Williams proving you can't keep a good man down! Burst - All I see him proving is that you can't keep a Mexican south of the border. Frost slides outside the ring to catch his breath, Jesse begins to stir and climbs out on the opposite side. Jesse quickly folds up a chair at ringside and slides into the ring. Frost looks around him when a fan in the front row graciously offers his seat to Frost. Frost quickly dives into the ring and snaps to his feet. Both wrestlers stands off, circling each other with chairs.. The ref ducks out of the way and screams his warning, both the both swings and the chairs clank together... The referee calls for the bell! Burst - What the fuck? You can't do that! Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen as a results of a double disquali... Missy's mic is cut off as Prez CJ steps out onto the stage. Prez CJ - We don't have time to start another match between the two of you. So I'm declaring you BOTH are qualified for the finals. Get ready for the main event fellas.. A Triple Threat Iron Man's match! Burst - Triple Threat! That fuckin Mexican doesn't desurve to be in our main event! Falcoon - Frost, Williams, and Svoboda will collide in the main event to crown "The Best" Burst - We've never had a triple threat match to end this tournament! Missy Janson - The following contest is scheduled for A Scaffold/Cage match! Falcoon - Hey they're lowering the cage! That isn't sapouse to happen! Burst - Scaffold cage match. Damn OWF idea writers in the back with their crazy matches and stuff! Falcoon - This is gonna be insane! Burst - And tonight’s match has gone from a simple scaffolding– Falcoon - Simple!? Yeah fighting in the air only to plummet to the floor is real fucking simple. Burst - Simple to watch. Falcoon - Well it turned from a scaffolding match to a Scaffolding, Tables, and Cage match! Burst - What in the Meca Blight?! Falcoon - The scaffolding has ropes leading down to the ring. The ring is covered in tables. You can take the easy way...or the hard way. Then you have to either escape the cage or make the pin fall or submission. Burst - Wow...Someone might die tonight. Falcoon - One can only hope! Let’s get it on! The cameras get a look at the contraption of chaos that the two wrestlers must go through to win the match and the OWF Network Title. The ring is surrounded by a steel cage. The top is open. The ring is covered with tables. The entire ring has tables. You can’t step on the ring canvas. The fans are in awe at just the two parts of this match. The scaffolding is hanging from the roof twenty feet above the ring and ten feet above the cage by thick metal chains. The scaffolding itself has a metal frame underneath with planks making up the floor. The scaffolding is directly over the ring. Flashes go off all over the arena. Getting a picture of OWF’s newest torture device for it’s wrestlers. Missy Janson - Introducing first... PA System - THE BITCH IS BACK!! The lights dim as 'GOING UNDER' by Evanescence blares throughout the arena. Prissy walks out from behind the entrance. She pauses slightly giving just enough time to breath in the crowds reactions as she walks to the ring through the open door of the cage. She climbs on top of the tables. Missy Janson - ...the challenger hailing from Houston, Texas is PRISSY! Falcoon - How does this bitch keep getting title shots? Burst - How do you still have a job? Missy Janson - And now the reigning Network Champion... The lights dim in the arena as a wind picks up through out the sound-system. The wind continues to blow as a piano starts up, heavy cords over-taking it shortly. Soon, the hard guitars and drums of Cradle of Filth’s 'Her Ghost In The Fog' pick up. Smoke billows around the entrance, spotlights flickering wildly through-out the theatre before focusing in on the center of the stage, the fog thickening. The moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait Slowly, a silhouette begins to appear, still draped in the fog. The figure is slender and still, one hand on her hip, the other hanging loosely at her side. Dark liquored eyes: an Arabian nightmare… The fog dissipates slowly as Aphrodisia Jordan steps forth through its thickness, drawing from a cigarette before flicking it down to the floor of the ramp, pacing towards the ring, in no rush to get there. Her body was clad in a pair of black jeans, held up by a studded belt. A black halter top covered her upper body, leaving the tattoos and scars that littered her arms, midriff, neck and chest exposed. Her facial piercings were absent, however. Burst - [drools] Falcoon - A bit pale for my test, but for once agreed. [drools] Putting reason to flight, or to death as
their way Missy Janson - ...from Salem, New Jersy Aphrodisia Jordan! Aphrodisia moves through the cell door, sapphire eyes forward and blank, jaw set and ready to brawl. Her body balanced on the table. Two cables come down from the ceiling. One near each competitor. They wrap the line around their hands and the cables start to bring them up to the scaffolding. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) The bell rings as the two wrestlers plant their feet on the scaffolding. It sways back and forth. Both holding onto the chains feeling the scaffolding sway. The fans are already gasping at what they see. Prissy moves first. She gets dropped with a drop-toe-hold. Her face hangs over the edge. Falcoon - Awww, so close. Burst - You are an ass. You know that? Falcoon - But I get paid more so ha! Burst - Fucking politics! Prissy quickly moves back not liking the view. Aphrodisia stalks Prissy who seems to care more about her life than the match at the moment. Prissy stands up. Aphrodisia grabs Prissy in a sleeper hold. She drops backwards hitting a sleeper hold drop. Prissy hits hard. The scaffolding sways after a violent shake. Burst - Oh that doesn’t look safe. Falcoon - I thought we discussed this before the match. Scaffolding match is not safe. OWF’s Scaffolding match means DOOM! Burst - Well, hot damn. You have a point. All that T&A is distracting me. Falcoon - Amen to that, brother. Prissy holds her head and Aphrodisia rises to her feet. Prissy starts to get up. Aphrodisia goes to give her a swift kick. Prissy grabs her leg and pushes her back. Aphrodisia moves forward going for another kick. Prissy blocks this time. Aphrodisia staggers back, but tries for another kick. Prissy blocks and swats the kick away. Aphrodisia is caught off balance. Prissy hits a double leg take down. Falcoon - The bitch has mounted the bitch...and is throwing bitch slaps! Burst - Cat fight! Wooo! Falcoon - Why couldn’t this be a mud wrestling match? The rights and lefts end as Prissy gets
off Aphrodisia. Aphrodisia clutches her jaw as she starts
to rise. Prissy grabs the dreadlocks of the champion. She
brings her face down in a vicious knee to the face. Not
once, not twice. The fans are groaning with each attack.
A third! Prissy ends with a forth knee to the face.
Aphrodisia hits the planks of the scaffolding with a
thud. It sways enough to drop Prissy to one knee. Falcoon - Well, they could use the rope ladders if they were smarter. Burst - And risk having your opponent cut it? Falcoon - Got to take risks for the gold. Prissy is back up to her feet. Aphrodisia looks dazed and confused. Prissy pulls up the champion and points over the edge. Flashes from the cameras go off as Prissy heaves Aphrodisia. The Network Champion stops just in time. She throws her arms back to stop herself. Prissy goes to kick Aphrodisia over, but she catches the foot. Aphrodisia throws Prissy’s foot up and over her head. Prissy lands on her feet. Aphrodisia looks to clothesline Prissy down, but Prissy ducks. Prissy goes for a superkick. Aphrodisia holds up her arms blocking the kick. Before Prissy can get her foot down Aphrodisia sends a vicious superkick into her face. Burst - These two risking it all for the title here tonight! Falcoon - And it isn’t even for the OWF Title. It is for the Network Title. Burst - Heart is heart. These two have it. Falcoon - You focus on the heard. I am looking more on the outside. The action on the scaffolding has it swaying. The planks are creaking under the increased pressure from the moves. Aphrodisia picks up Prissy and snapmares Prissy down. Prissy holds her head in the seated position. Aphrodisia takes a step and jumps. She flips grabbing Prissy’s head and snaps down. Prissy ricochets back against the scaffolding. Aphrodisia lands with such force one of her feet puts a hole in the scaffolding. The one piece drops into the ring landing on one of the tables. Burst - [whistles] Falcoon - That is a looooooong way down. Aphrodisia looks down through the hole. She swallowed and stood up. The scaffolding was swaying back and forth, but it looked like she adjusted to it. She moves over to Prissy grabbing her hair. Prissy gets to her knees and starts fighting back. Burst - And the challenger isn’t going down with out a fight. Falcoon - She is pounding on Aphrodisia’s mid section. She wants gold around her waist again! Prissy fights her way back up to her feet. She starts battling Aphrodisia toward the edge. Aphrodisia blocks a shot. She pushes Prissy back. The two meet in the center of the scaffolding. Prissy throws a punch. Aphrodisia goes to block, but it was a fake. She strikes with a knee. Aphrodisia doubles over. Prissy quickly grabs Aphrodisia and puts her between her legs. Falcoon - Oh yeah! Burst - OH....NO! Falcoon - Prissy is setting Aphrodisia up for a piledriver! Thud! Crack! Aphrodisia’s head hits the planks hard enough to crack them. The scaffolding shakes up and down. The chains bounce and look read to snap. The crowd watches cameras ready for the inevitable crash of one or both of the competitors. Burst - Oh...my... Falcoon - Fucking God! Prissy gets up looking down at Aphrodisia. She isn’t moving. Prissy catches her breath and grabs Aphrodisia legs. She is moving her own behind the champion’s lower back. She is sitting up for a slingshot. Falcoon - The bitch setting up the champ for a long drop. Burst - I don’t think tables make very good cushions. Falcoon - I don’t think anything makes a good cushion from that high. Prissy falls backwards catapulting Aphrodisia up and toward the edge. Aphrodisia reaches out and grabs a hold of the metal chain. She holds on sliding so only her waist is above the scaffolding. Her feet dangle Burst - Our champ is in trouble! Falcoon - Aphrodisia is trying to pull herself up! Prissy is up and starts laying in the boots. Each kick sending Aphrodisia down a little bit further. She is barely hanging on. Aphrodisia reaches over to one of the rolled up rope ladders. Prissy is stopping her from letting it roll out. Aphrodisia is trying to reach the ladder. She does! It unrolls! Burst - The ladder is down! Falcoon - But Aphrodisia isn’t...and that ladder looks to be only make it halfway. Burst - Another obstacle these wrestlers have to overcome. Aphrodisia goes to climb on the rope, but Prissy is still trying to knock her down. Aphrodisia pulls herself up and grabs Prissy’s food. Then the other. She tugs and Prissy’s legs go on either side of the metal chain. Aphrodisia is hanging on to Prissy and tugging her against the chain. Flashes are going off all over the arena. Burst - Did you hear that? Falcoon - That loud kink sound? Like a chain getting ready to snap? Yeah.... Burst - Do you think...? Falcoon - Do we have hard hats? Burst - No. Falcoon - Awww shit! The champion keeps tugging. On the challenger’s legs. Prissy writhes in pain having that chain grinding somewhere it shouldn’t be. The scaffolding is shaking even worse than before. It is even tipping to one side. Suddenly the scaffolding tips down deep. The chain goes flying by both Aphrodisia and Prissy. Aphrodisia starts to fall, but catches herself on the rope ladder. Prissy is able to hang on to the platform. Both look down and don’t like what they see. Falcoon - Aphrodisia is starting to climb down! She is trying to make it into the ring. Burst- Look at Prissy! She is sliding down the chain. It almost reaches the ring! With all the weight on one side more noises are coming up from the rafters. Loud cracks and metal buckling. Both look up and start to climb down faster. It is too late. The chains give way and the scaffolding falls down into the ring with the wrestlers. Wood is heard shattering. Metal fence being torn open. Dust and debris covers the ring. Burst - ... Falcooon - ... Half of the cage is down and bent. No tables are left un broken in that vicious and sickening crash. The only parts left of the cage are littered with holes big enough to crawl through. The fans all hold their breath looking on. Prissy is off toward the corner of the ring. Her body covered in pieces of wood and blooding profusely. Aphrodisia in an almost mirrored condition except a metal chain lays over her chest. Fans - HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! Burst - How...can you still fight after a scaffolding falls on you!? Falcoon - No...fucking...idea! Without warning Duality darts down the ramp. Falcoon - What the hell is he doing down here? The fans cheer for him as he reaches the busted cage, he reaches inside and grabs ahold of Prissy's leg. Prissy leaps back as she sees him. In shock at first but then slowly a smile appears on her face. Falcoon - He's gonna try to pull her through that hole! Aphrodisia stirs on the mat, it takes her a second to recognise what is happening, but then addrenline kicks in and she begins to climb up the side of the cage! Falcoon - I can't believe Aphrodisia is able to walk! Burst - Look at Prissy.. She pushing her body through that hole in the cage and Duality is pulling her out! Falcoon - Come on! This was such a great match and he has to ruin it like this! Just as Aphrodisia reaches the top of the cage Prissy's body is freed and her feet hit the floor. Missy Janson - Here is your winner.... AND NEW OWF NETWORK CHAMPION.... Prissy!! Burst - Wait a minute... Wait wait wait! She has to go over the top! Falcoon - Too late. It's over! Burst - No! The other bitch wins! Falcoon - Loopholes. Pffft. Burst - No, the rules to this match state that you have to go from the scaffold, to the ring, over the top of the cage! Falcoon - When did you become a rule follower? Burst - Good point. Fuck it. I don't care. Aphrodisia signals to the crowd then suddenly dives off the top of the cage to the outside of the ring!! Falcoon - HOLY SHIT! SHE'S SWANTONING OFF THE TOP OF THE CAGE! Duality looks up in the nick of time and pushes Prissy away. He catches Aphrodisia in his arms! Burst - He coulda moved... But he caught her! Falcoon - Compassion from Duality? Duality looks over to Prissy and grins before swiftly placing Aphrodisia on his shoulders... DICHOTOMY! Burst - Aww man. That looked.. Ugh. Wow. You could hear her skull collide with the floor. Falcoon - They better get medical attention down here quick for Aph. Duality scoops Prissy up over his shoulder and carries her up the ramp with the Network title in his hands. Falcoon - These women desurve every bit of what the fans are giving them. And that's a standing ovation. That was a hell of a match. Burst - For women.. Yes. They reach the stage and Duality stands her up. He hands her the OWF Network title. The two of them stare into each other's eyes for what seems like forever before she reaches forward and hugs him. Falcoon - Oh go get a room! Burst - I wouldn't mind seein Prissy naked, but Duality.. I don't think so. Falcoon - Finally these two seem to be putting their past b... Before Falcoon can finish Duality suddenly snaps and with a belly to belly suplex he tosses Prissy over his head into a glass "QFTB" plate on the side on the stage! The glass shatters and Prissy lands neck first on the floors of the set. Falcoon - OH MY GOD! He's sick! The man is sick! Burst - What happened? I missed it. DAMN YOU SCOTCH AND THE BLACK OUTS YOU MAKE ME HAVE! Falcoon - Duality just suplexed Prissy through that glass set! Duality smiles as he looks at her laying in a pool of her own blood, covered in glass. The fans begin to boo him as he turns to leave.
The lights dim around the entrance way before "Shit Life" by Dope suddenly pours out of the PA system. The camera's are fixed on Prissy at the moment, looking at her lifeless body as paramedics rush to her side. Missy Janson - The following contest is the first of tonights TRIPLE main event! It is a glass cell match for the WoW title! Introducing first.. From Anchorage Alaska... "The Wraith" Eclipse! 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. Falcoon - Nearly 5 months this fued has built. Since the first OWF show when these two where tag team partners and Eclipse lashed out on Alexis!.. Eclipse has been mentally torturing Alexis every since. Burst - These bitches better shed blood! Falcoon - The ring crew has nearly finished putting the glass cell together, one pannel will be left off until Alexis enters the ring! Boy you can feel the anticipation rising for Alexis Cage. Burst - She's a strange one but man that's a nice piece of tail! A blistering chill floats through the crowd as the lights dim and a soft voice follows. PA System - It's these substandard motels on the (lalalalala) corner of 4th and Fremont.. Street. Just then a hard drum slam comes across and the dimmed lights flicker once. PA System - Appealing only because they are just that un-appealing. Suddenly a bass drum comes into play pounding at each half second as each word of "Build God, Then We'll Talk" By Panic At The Disco leaks out over the crowd. PA System - Any practiced catholic would cross themselves upon entering.. The lights continue to strobe around the arena, fading out with each hit of the bass drum, they look for something as the fans rise to their feet. PA System - The rooms have a hint of asbestos and maybe just a dash of formaldehyde! The fans scream as you see a figure emerge on the side of the OWF tron, it's kneeled down as the flashing and pulsing spotlights continue to search.. PA System - And the habit of decomposing right before your very (lalalala).. eyes.... The spotlight dies and everything is silent in the arena, all but the sounds of cheering fans. Seconds pass before the spotlight returns on the side of the OWFtron nearly 10 foot in the air to show Alexis Cage standing with her arms in the air. ...Along with the people inside Missy Janson - And her opponent... She is.. THE WoW CHAMPION..... ALEXIS CAGE!! Suddenly Alexis drops down from the OWF-tron letting her skirt float up over her hips on the way down. She lands on the stage and screams "YEAH!" while throwing a fist into the air. The fans get more excited by the second! The arena lights back up as the theme continues to play on her way down to the ring. Tonight tenants range from: a lawyer and a
virgin She slides into the ring face first then leaps to her feet then instantly runs to the top turnbuckle leaping straight to it. And not to mention, the constable, and his
proposition, for that "virgin" Along with the people inside The sound fades away as she hops down from the turnbuckle and prepares herself for her match. Falcoon - They're putting the last pannel on. It's held together with that thick bolts, that glass is meant for punshing! This is a very rare match for the OWF and this will be the first time two WoW's have stepped inside. Burst - This is gonna be bloody and all around disgusting. I don't even wanna watch, it's a waste of perfectly good tits! (Ding, Ding, Ding..) You can hear the screams of the crowd through the inside of the glass cell as the bell sounds! Eclipse doesn't hesitate in attacking as she delivers a running knee to the stomach of Alexis. Alexis hovers over in pain and Eclipse pushes her back up vertical then backhands her across the mouth! Falcoon - That'll knock the taste right outta her! Burst - Even sober her up a bit! Alexis's lip begins to bleed and she attempts to strike back but Eclipse headbutts her! Alexis falls to the mat seeing stars and Eclipse refuses to give her the oppertunity to get up, insted she holds her foot across Alexis's throat. The referee warns her then begins the 5 count, 1..2...3..4 Eclipse breaks the hold and glares at the ref. The quickly turns back to Alexis and picks her up by the hair.. She lifts Alexis up over her head, showing her power in a military press! Falcoon - What a strong bitch! She throws Alexis over the top rope! Alexis's back hits the glass and stops her momentum forward, and insted sends her crashing to the ground outside! The cell rattles upon the impact, Eclipse likes what she sees and climbs out of the ring to join Alexis on the outside. She stalks her for a second then grabs her by the hair and pulls her head up. Alexis already looks out of it, but suprisingly she spits in Eclipse's face! Falcoon - Oh dumb move chick. Burst - I normally like when girls spit in each other's mouths. But that wasn't pretty at all! Eclipse strikes her in the back of the head with her fist which sends Alexis back down. Alexis holds her head as Eclipse scoops her up into her arms.. Fall away slam but the glass doesn't give!! Alexis hits the glass and just slides down it, again crashing to the ground. Eclipse looks determined to throw her though the glass as she drags Alexis back to her feet.. Suddenly Alexis reacts with a drop kick that plants Eclipse to the ground.. The fans are full of enegry as Alexis slides into the ring. She points out to the crowd and screams out to them as her yells echo off the glass cell into her own ears... Burst - She's plannin something big! She shoots herself off the farside ropes then rebounds and jumps over the top rope in a suicide dive! She catches Eclipse just as she gets to her feet and both women barrel through the glass plate! The sound of glass shattering instantly gets the fans to their feet as they watch the now bloodied women scurry up and out of the broken glass on the ground. Burst - That was dumb! Alexis went head first through that glass and took Eclipse with her! Alexis pulls out a small piece of glass from the top of her skull and wipes away the blood. Eclipse is back up and takes Alexis off guard with a hard clothesline that sends Alexis flipping backwards and landing back onto her stomach! Eclipse doesn't waste any time and grabs Alexis by her head, holding onto a fist full of hair.. Burst - No no no! Falcoon - I think the beautiful Alexis Cage is gonna need a mask after what we are about to see! Eclipse runs with Alexis's head and sends her skull first through another glass pannel of the cell! Alexis is covered in glass and blood as she lies motionless at ringside. Eclipse reaches down and picks up a 6 inch long shard of glass and grins sadistically. Falcoon - Nooo don't do that. That's too far! Eclipse sits ontop of Alexis's back and puts her in a camel clutch position, she lowers the glass to Alexis's face and slices her across the forehead with it. Alexis screams in pain as the blood covers her eyes and gushes off her chin. Falcoon - You know how many veins run through your face? You can kill someone like that! Burst - Then stop her! Falcoon - ...Fuck that... Eclipse drops Alexis, letting her go face first into the glass on the floor.. She turns Alexis over, still holding that broken piece of glass in her grips.. She leans over going for Alexis's midsection with the knife like glass... Alexis kicks her hand and the glass flies out, Alexis kicks again, this time with both feet, rocking Eclipse back. She climbs up to her feet and kicks Eclipse in the stomach, Eclipse recovers too quit and grabs Alexis by the throat! She squeezes her throat but Alexis counters with a headbutt of her own! Alexis breaks away and heads for the other side of the ring, Eclipse chases after her... Out of no where Alexis turns around and drop kicks a forward moving Eclipse, Eclipse stumbles back against a cell wall of glass... Alexis spears her through the glass plate!!! Falcoon - WOAAHH! Alexis lands ontop of Eclipse and the ref is down to count in the broken glass...1....2.. Eclipse kicks out with power! Eclipse reaches around to the back of her head and pulls out a piece of glass from her skull. She reaches up and stabs Alexis in the gut with the glass!! Falcoon - Great way to get AIDS! Burst - Alexis shares needles with junkies, that's the LEAST of her concern. Alexis screams and singes in pain while holding her gut. She begins to panic as she falls backwards. Eclipse pulls out the glass with a quick jerk and catches Alexis's blood in her hands.. Alexis scoots away on her rear, using her feet to push her back across the glass trying to get away from Eclipse. Eclipse lays back on the ground and uses the blood from Alexis that covers her hands as face paint! She smiles and begins to laugh as she smears the blood all over her face! Burst - That is SICK. What is wrong with that chick! You can't just go around shankin' people like that. That's Jesse's job. Eclipse leans up with a blood covered face and walks over to Alexis. Alexis screams as she tries to get away, still holding her gut in pain, trying to stop the bleeding. Falcoon - 3 glass plates have already been taken out! The top of this cell is being held together by 5 pannels! I don't know how much more this cell can take! Eclipse snatches Alexis's hair and sending her crashing into the opposite side steps. Falcoon - They're finding untouched glass! Burst - Yeah why not ruin this side too.. Better not get glass on me bitches. Alexis tries to crawl away after the impact of the steps, but Eclipse grabs her again and slings her face first into the glass. Blood splatters onto the glass and you can see the fans in the front row look away as Eclipse holds Alexis's bloody face against the glass, pushing it tightly and smothering the life out of her. Alexis is barely able to stand on her own but does as Eclipse releases then backs up.... Falcoon - Here goes pannel four! Eclipse charges at her, she dives in a spear attempt but Alexis is able to move a split second before the move connects! The glass shatters and sprays into the front row!! Falcoon - Oh my god! Eclipse missed! Eclipse missed and ran right through that glass plate!! Burst - Eclipse is laughing again! Eclipse rises back up as if the pain was nothing. She grins as a mixture of blood, sweat, and glass drip down her face and into her mouth. She looks at Alexis who is coughing up blood on her hands and knees.. Falcoon - This has gone far enough. Let's just award the title to Eclipse! Burst - Both of these women are going to need reconstructive surgery after this is over. You can see the frame of the cell wobble as it shows how unstable it really is.. Eclipse approaches Alexis and looks as if she's ready to unleash more pain. Suddenly Alexis snaps! She leans up and uppercuts Eclipse in the jaw! Eclipse staggers backwards and Alexis plants her with a spinning wheel kick! Falcoon - She's running on fumes but it might be all the WoW champ needs! Alexis quickly lifts Eclipse to her knees and hooks her in the pedigree position! Falcoon - UNLEASHED! Burst - ON THE GLASS FLOOR! OH HELL.. That hurts! Alexis rolls over Eclipse, Eclipse has tons of glass implanted into her face from Unleashed. For the first time in the match, Eclipse's eyes are closed. You can see Alexis thinking about the pinfall, but insted she climbs onto the aprion, holding her wounded stomach on the way up.. She climbs to the top turnbuckle and the fans rise to their feet. It's a sight that will be remembered forever as her blood soaked body screams out to the fans, the entire arena cheers her on! Falcoon - You can feel the emotion in her soul right now. I bet if you could see through the blood and glass you'd see a tear! Burst - Just do it girl! Do it! Finish this match! It's an unusual turn of events as both commentators agree and are at the edge of their seats watching Alexis... Suddenly she dives off the top turnbuckle to the outside.. Swanton Bomb! Falcoon - An ode to Jesse Williams! Cover!! With her last bit of strength Alexis hooks Eclipse's leg... The fans, the commentators, and wrestlers in the back count along.. 1... 2.... KICKOUT! Falcoon - No! NO NO! Burst - What the hell!!? How do you kick out after that!? Falcoon - Eclipse isn't human! Burst - Fuckin christ! I was on the edge of my seat thinking that one was over! Disappointment flows through the arena and into Alexis's heart as she rolls off from Eclipse. Falcoon - Don't give up now Alexis! Alexis sits indian style next to Eclipse and coughs violently choking on her own blood.. Eclipse senses this and rises from the dead, she brushes the glass off as she stands then kicks Alexis in the spine! Alexis clinches her back in pain as shes scooped up... Falcoon - NATURE'S COURSE ON THE BROKEN GLASS! Burst - Alexis use to be so hot! Now I can't even tell she's a chick! Alexis lays on her stomach with her cheek and mouth sitting on the glass. Eclipse picks her up once again.. She hooks Alexis's head under her legs then lifts her by the arms in a butterfly type suplex... Falcoon - Shes up for the End of Innocence! Alexis breaks free in mid air and counters with a spinning implant ddt!! Alexis falls ontop of Eclipse.. 1...2... KICK OUT! Falcoon - Another kick out! Burst - This match has officially stolen the show! Falcoon - This is the most brutal WoW or OWF female match in general I have ever seen! Eclipse pushes Alexis off and both women lay motionless in a mix of each others blood. They are both covered in wounds, some of which still contain large glass shards. Alexis's shirt is soaked in blood and cut to nothingness. Alexis is the first to stir, the fans applaud her as she uses the ring aprion to pull herself up. She rips away her shirt and stands above Eclipse in just her bra. The large gash from the stabbing earlier is visable for the first time, it's about 4 inches wide and right where her intestines would sit. Falcoon - If these two survive... This match will go down as one of the best matches in OWF history! Burst - If they survive? Hell that doesn't matter! This match already claimed it's spot in the hall of fame. Alexis lifts Eclipse up by her head. Eclipse lashes out and kicks Alexis in the gut right on her battle wound! She sets Alexis up... Falcoon - End of Innocence through the glass plate! Just as Alexis's body is thrown through and the glass shatter you see the entire cell wobble... Suddenly the frame gives out and the top of the glass cell comes down! Burst - DUCKKKK! You can hear Nick Burst scream as hearts around the world stop.. The glass plates above erupt and shatter into pieces that fly throughout the arena upon the impact. The glass eplodes as four plates crash on each top of the ring posts! Falcoon - Ow fuck. my eye. fuck. Burst - I told you to duck! Falcoon - What the hell!? We just sprayed half of our fans with glass! Burst - And they love it! Falcoon - They're calling their laywers! Burst - We have two plates of glass left standing. The roof and all the walls are gone. You can't even tell this was a cell match! Alexis and Eclipse are laying at ringside covered from head to toe with glass, Eclipse is picking at her eye while laying on her stomach. She crawls over and drapes her bloody body ontop of Alexis... Falcoon - The referee is cut to hell as he leans down for the count.. This one is over! Burst - What a match! The ref kicks the glass out of his way, clearing a spot for his hand... 1... Falcoon - Well Eclipse unraveled some h..... 2... KICKOUT! Falcoon is in shock and can't even speak seeing Alexis's shoulder jolt up. Burst - HOLY FUCKIN SHIT! Falcoon - I... I... Eclipse herself looks speachless. Her eyes bulge out of her head looking at Alexis in disbelief. Eclipse turns and spots the last two plates of glass.. She drags Alexis belly first across the glass covered floor by her hair until they reach the two side by side plates. Eclipse scoops her up again and hooks her in the butterfly powerbomb position... Falcoon - End of.. COUNTER! Alexis countered! After all the blood she's lost.. She can't even walk, but she countered! Alexis flips out of the move and back to her feet, Eclipse attempts a clothesline but Alexis ducks... SUPERKICK! Eclipse staggers backwards and falls through the glass plate shattering it and adding to the carnage of glass at ringside! Alexis falls to the floor, her legs giving out as she crawls on her hands and knees through glass to make the cover. Falcoon - Alexis wants to hold this title more than anything. Burst - She's crawling through broken glass on her hands and knees! Alexis falls ontop of Eclipse's face... Burst - This is it! 1...2... Eclipse bites Alexis's chest while kicking out! She holds her grip and naws at Alexis's bare skin! Alexis screams but passes out after a few seconds. Eclipse bites a chunk of flesh out of Alexis's chest and spits it onto a member of the crowd in the front row! She smiles with the fresh blood drooling down her chin while climbing to her feet. Falcoon - Eclipse is gonna make sure their are no glass plates left. She aggressivly lifts the limp Alexis Cage up.. End of Innocence through the final glass plate and the cover to follow..1...2...3! Falcoon - And it's over. Burst - Nothing but broken glass and blood stains! Missy Janson - Here is your winner and NEEEWWWW WoW Champion... "The Wraith" ECLIPSE! Falcoon - Oh my god. I don't think either of these two women are gonna be able to walk out on their own free will. Burst - Look at all that fuckin glass! Falcoon - Ring attendents and on their way with shovels and pales, but the biggest thing Nick, is look at the cell! Theres nothing left! Burst - Fans are gonna be picking glass outta there teeth for a month! Falcoon - They might as well just strip down the cell and leave the glass, this next match is gonna be just as brutal! Burst - If they let those bitches show them up then I quit! Falcoon - Oh I doubt they will! This is another long awaited match. A fued that has been blistering the OWF since it's reopening in January. Draco Vs Angel! Burst - Alot on the line. Draco has the franchise trademark on his shoulders and needs to make sure he walks out STILL the OWF champion! Green is shown backstage knocking on a door. Suddenly Draco rips it open and the two come face to face. Green - Your pathetic and a disgrace to that championship. I guarantee Angel wins it tonight and I have a special surprise for you. Someone from your past contacted me and said they wanted a shot at you and is at the arena here this evening. Keep an eye out for him. Au revoir you fucking emo... Draco breaths heavy knowing his match is next and not wanting to fall into a trap before it. He controls his temper while watching Green walk away. Burst - Green is speakin spanish now! I told you being Mexican was contagious! Falcoon - That wasn't Mexican you fuckin idiot! Burst - Yeah it was needle dick! Falcoon - Ugh. Is it time yet? Hey Bo... We've got 3 minutes to kill before the ring is set for the OWF title match. Enlighten us all. Uncle Bo - Idaawanana play yer stupid games! Falcoon - Fuck.. Lose some weight Bo! AHOOOOOO! Uncle Bo - whayaydadada make me fun of me? Falcoon - HAHHAAAHAHA You said make me fun of me! That doesn't even make sense BO! Uncle Bo - Yo I daaaat gotta put up wit dis shit! Falcoon - SHUT UP BO! Uncle Bo - yyyyyyouuyou tode me to! Falcoon - SHUT UP BO! AHOOOOO! Uncle Bo - wwwwaaaa whya scream in my ear!? Burst - You two shut the fuck up already. Jesus christ. Fuck. The soft, yet haunting piano melodies of The Coming Curse by Iced Earth calmly resonate from the speakers. As the sound fills the arena, a faint beam of golden light shines on the entrance. There are a few moments of silence as the piano continues, then the distorted guitars kick in and flames shoot up lining the ramp. Missy Janson - This is the SECOND of tonight's Triple Main Event! The following contest is scheduled for a Ascent through hell match! It is for the OWF Championship! Introducing first... The challenger.. From Smithtown New York... Angel! Angel slowly walks out, observing his surroundings and not phased by the crowds reaction. He continues to the ring in this same manner, and only when he is in the middle of the ring for a few moments does the music stop, echoing throughout the arena. Falcoon - The next OWF champion stands before you! Burst - Hey you wanna crawl outta his ass for a second and watch the match? The arena is plunged into darkness. The crowd goes to a silence as the big screen flickers to life. It shows nothing, but static. Over the PA notes are hear being played on a piano. A guitar soon is heard in the background. The piano is cut off abruptly and replaced by a screaming voice. PA System - Breakdown! The lights flare up as the scream ends. The music getting heavier and faster. The screen shows images of Draco in various matches. Some him flying through the air crashing on an opponent. Another him hitting a high impact move. Another shows him holding a title above his head covered in his own blood from head to toe. Missy Janson - Andddd his opponent.. From Whitesboro New York... He is the OWF Champion!! DRACO!! Let the fun and games begin The lights start to flicker as one final image stays on the screen. Draco standing there with no shirt on. His ice blue eyes look forward with no emotion in them. His thin white scars start to bleed as he runs a hand across his chest. The camera zooms in to see the scars. ‘NO HOPE’. The image holds as Draco walks out onto the ramp. He stands staring at the ring. At Angel. The OWF Title over his shoulder.. Heaven is on the way Still standing at the entranceway, Draco holds the title up high. He glances from the title down to Angel. Back and forth slowly, weighing. Finally, that gaze settles on Angel. He drops the OWF Title and leaves it on the stage. He runs down the ramp and slides into the ring. Angle runs to meet Draco. The two start exchanging blow after blow. Each one not trying to block just trying to out hammer the other. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) The two men circle each other slowly as the fans get to their feet, anticipating the first move. Both men look up to see the title on the rope. Falcoon - You can feel the electricity running through this building, Nick. Burst - Damn straight you can. Both men look around the ring, seeing tables surrounding the ring- you cannot even see the cement floor. The fans are pushed back an extra twenty feet and seperated by two guardrails to protect them from flying objects. Suddenly, Angel charges Draco who isn't prepared and catches him with a hard knee to the stomach. He wastes no time grabbing Dracos head and falling back, connecting with a stiff DDT. Angel pops right back up, hoping over the back of Draco and wrapping his arm around his neck and locking him into a headlock. Draco is quickly able to stand up, as Angel keeps the headlock on him. Draco quickly pushes backwards, with Angel still behind him, and crushes Angel to a ladder pinned up against the turnbuckle. Angel smacks the back of his head hard enough to let go of the hold and Draco turns around. Angel lays up against the ladder, holding his head as Draco steps through the ropes to the outside canvas. He climbs up the turnbuckle where Angel lays on the ladder and Draco hops from the top rope to the ladder, straddling it as it starts to tip over. Angel falls with the immense amount of pressure as he crashes down to the mat, with the ladder crashing down hard ontop of him as well as Draco. Draco smacks his jaw on the ladder as both men come crashing down, bloodying his mouth. He rolls off the top of the ladder and looks up at the belt. It moves from the center of the ring, to the far right corner. Draco picks up the ladder he rode down on top of Angel and walks with it over to under where the belt is. He sets up the ladder, locking the legs into place. He walks to one side of the ladder and starts to climb. He gets to the top and reaches for the belt, but as he does that, fire shoots out from the turnbuckle singeing his arm badly. Draco jumps back, instinctively, from the flames and falls from the top of the ladder to the mat as the ladder stays standing. Burst - Christ! Draco just got cooked! Angel has pulled himself up on the ropes as Draco holds his arm in pain. Angel stands and stumbles over Draco and grabs onto the ladder which still stands under the belt. He makes his way up the ladder quickly, as Draco rolls over onto his side as he tries to push himself up. Angel gets about half way up the ladder, but then suddenly the belt moves from the far right corner all the way to the far left. Falcoon - Damnit! Draco takes this time and jumps to his feet, grabbing Angel off the ladder in a powerbomb position. He slams Angel down, as he falls into a sitout position and pushes Angel's body off of him. Draco grabs the robes, but as he does a tennis ball machine launches a flaming tennis ball and it smacks Draco right in the face, burning him and sending him back down to the mat. Angel is still recovering from the powerbomb as Draco finally regains his vision. Both men struggle to get back to their feet as the belt hangs high over the far left corner now. The fans start to chant for Draco as he grabs the top rope, pulling himself up to his feet. As he does that, he finds that Angel is just about to his feet too. He charges at Angel, but Angel ducks sending Draco over the top rope with a back body drop. Draco stops himself though and lands ontop of the apron. He grabs Angel by his hair and throws him down to the mat. Draco takes this time to climb up to the top rope, but he hesitates as he plays to the fans, giving Angel time to get back to his feet. As Draco stands up on the top, Angel pushes his legs, crotching him on the top turnbuckle. Falcoon - That's a dangerous area for them to be! Fire could shoot out of that turnbuckle! Angel climbs up to the top rope, pulling Draco with him. He hooks Dracos arm and sets him up for a superplex. He tries to flip Draco over, but Draco doesn't budge. Both men wobble on the top rope, but Draco is able to unleash a few blows to the stomach, breaking Angel's grasp on him and pushing Angel down crashing into the ring. Draco looks down at Angel, who is quickly able to get back up to his feet. Draco jumps off, trying to connect with a cross body block but Angel catches him and nails a huge bodyslam right in the center of the ring. The belt then moves to the near left corner. Angel glances up at it and he walks over to the ladder that was set up in the corner. He drags it across the ring as it wobbles a tiny bit, yet stays on its feel. He sets it up directly under the belt. He starts to gingerly climb up the ladder as Draco pushes himself up to his knees. Falcoon - Angel has got this! Burst - I wouldn't speak so soon.. Suddenly a livewire drops from the rafters, swinging by the head of Angel. He just barely ducks it, almost losing his balance. The livewire dangles about five feet to the left of him. Falcoon - Whew! That was close! Then out of nowhere, Draco gets up to his feet and charges the ladder. Angel reaches up as his finger tips are at the belt. Angel looks at Draco, but has no time to react as the ladder starts to tip over. Falcoon - NO! NOOOOO! The ladder tips and comes to rest on the top rope, but Angel falls to the outside crashing through two tables sitting side by side. The fans all jump to their feet as Draco holds himself up on the ropes. The fans start to chant for Draco who pushes the ladder over back onto it's legs. Very slowly, rung by rung he starts to climb up the ladder. There is little movement from Angel on the outside as Draco gets up to the top of the ladder. He extends his hand as the fans start to go crazy with excitement. Burst - Draco almost has it! Angel has pulled himself up to his feet, but he is moving too slow to stop Draco from taking the belt. Just as Draco touches the belt, the OWFTron lights up with the face of Jesse Williams. Burst - WHAT THE HELL! Williams - Hey Draco!!! Check it out, look what I can do! Falcoon - Zzzzaaaa! Suddenly, the belt moves all the way across the ring to the far right corner again. The OWFTron shows Jesse at the controls and the person who used to be at the controls, knocked out on the floor. Williams - Oops! Sorry! Burst - That bastard! Falcoon - Hahahaha! YES! YES! That is fuckin great! Suddenly on the OWFTron we see Aphrodisia come up from behind Jesse and smack him in the back with a chair. He is so weakened at this point from his matches that he doubles over pushing the controls of the belt. It goes outside of the ring, hanging somewhere over the tables. The OWFTron fades out as Aphrodisia runs and Williams is in hot pursuit. Burst - Look at the damn belt! Nobody can get it now! Draco looks on in disgust as he starts to climb down the ladder. Angel has slid back into the ring at this time and Draco takes out his frustration on Angel. He stomps the back of his head a few times, before Draco picks him up and tries to irish whip Angel, but Angel reverses and sends Draco into the ropes closest to where the belt is. Draco grabs onto the ropes, stopping his momentum. Angel charges at him, but Draco ducks, sending Angel over the top rope, but he too lands on the canvas on the outside just as Draco did before. Draco turns around and is met by a strong right to the head, then the two lock up. Draco breaks free and shoulders Angel in the ribs, doubling him over. Draco looks to the crowd and slingshots himself over the toprope and connects with a sunset flip powerbomb through three of the tables on the outside. Falcoon - Jesus christ! We need medics out here, now! Burst - Holy.. The fans go nuts as Draco didn't suffer any injury from the fall, but Angel is not moving. The fans are all on their feet, chanting "Holy Shit! Holy Shit!" as Draco slides himself back into the ring. He slowly pulls himself up on the ropes and looks up at the belt. He realizes it won't be moving anymore so he grabs onto the top rope. Burst - What is he gonna do. Draco springboards up to the top rope and jumps off grabbing onto the title. Falcoon - He's gonna fall! He's gonna fall Nick! Draco dangles by the belt as the snaps start to come undone. Then, finally the last row snaps off and Draco falls fifteen feet through two tables and to the cement floor. The fans all cheer as Draco has won, but their cheers turn to concern immediately. Falcoon - Well, he did it. Burst - At what cost, though?! Missy Janson - Here is your winner and STILL OWF WORLD CHAMPION... ....DRRRRRACOOO! Just as Draco drags himself to his feet the lights in the arena cut off. Burst - How original! Fuck like we haven't seen this crap before! The lights will co... The commentary is cut off and the OWFtron flickers with static then goes to a single white light in darkness, Chris Green steps into the picture with a sadistic grin. Green - Introducing the 6th member of imperium... The lights slowly raise just enough to see what is happening through the bitter darkness. Draco looks up and the tron then climbs out of the ring, refusing to be a part of this madness. “Hair of the Dog” by Nazerth starts to play over the PA system. Draco stops in his tracks with his jaw dropped. Green - That’s right emo...TRENTON JAMES “THE SON OF A BITCH” STEEL!!!!! The lights start to fade down as Green gets cut off of the OWFtron by a video of a gravestone blowing apart. Coming out of the grave is a man with long black hair, black trenchcoat, black t-shirt, blue jeans, and combat boots. His fingerless gloved hands pulling out something from his pocket. A pair of black oakleys with red lenses. He smirks as the music keeps playing. The lights stay down but we can make out Draco’s face. He’s shocked and pissed at the same time. Trent Steel - Surprised to see me? Come on “pal” you knew I wouldn’t stay gone forever. Since I know you pretty well your probally wondering why the fuck I am doing here. Why I’m on their side instead of yours. Simple Sherlock. It’s about time you had some real competition. Oh and by the way just to make it fair. Trent pulls out a fifth of Jack Daniels. Draco smirks at this. Trent Steel - Figured you didn’t want me fighting you sober. We all know how dangerous that is ya hellacious bitch. First drink in about two years. Let’s see how long this takes. Trent starts chugging the whiskey with no chaser and not coming up for air. Draco applauds this as the lights come up...in the ring is Trent Steel holding the empty bottle of Jack Daniels. Draco turns only to get smashed in the face with the bottle. It shatters busting Draco open and making him fall to the mat. Trent pulls out a microphone from his trechcoat. Burst - Who the fuck is this guy? Falcoon - He’s the sixth man of The Imperium! That’s all you need to know. Trent Steel - World Champion huh? Best of the Best? Man I have been watching you for months and I saw this slow incline in your ability. But you’ve lost the sinister edge. Your not the Hellacious One anymore Draco...you’re the little flavor of the week pretty boy shit who does cute things in his promos to try and look cool. You aren’t cool man you’re a chump whose lost his way. What happened to my fucking extreme running buddy? What happened to the man who could look me in the eye and say fuck you without any damn concern about what I would do? Your pathetic. Your more pathetic that everyone else here and that’s saying a hell of a lot. This place is chalked full of losers, idiots, and talentless meat for the grinder. Your better than this pathetic putrid pile of piss and puke you’ve become. So you’re the best of the best here eh? Then I aim to prove that right Draco. I’m bringing you back from the grave the only way I know how. That’s making you think! Making you work! Making you by breaking you “old friend”. I’m doing this because apparently without me to keep your head on the right path you’ve lost your way. No worries Draco...I’ll help you. Because now...just like the rest of OWF. Your messing with THE son of a bitch! Burst - Hey dickhole! HE CAN'T HEAR YOU! Trent drops the mic and grabs Draco and piledrives him into the center of the ring. Trent goes outside of the ring and grabs the OWF World Title. Burst - I don't like em. Falcoon - He's the downfall of the OWF! The Imperium rules again! Trent gets back into the ring just as Draco leaps up and charges him with a spear. Trent dodges it and Draco’s head smacks right into the World Title Belt. It doesn’t phase him. Draco turns and glares at Steel who takes off his oakleys and we see the intense look in each man’s eyes as they start trading punches. Officals run from the back to try and break this up but Draco and Steel stop fighting long enough to beat the hell out of the officals and start going at it again. Burst - Oh come on fucker, you proved your point. Now your just keepin me from leaving this arena and headin for a titty bar! Falcoon - I love it! The fans are indeed cheering until Trent dropkicks Draco in the balls. They start to boo and Trent gets up and flips them off. Somebody from the front row tosses at chair at him. He catches midair and slams it into Draco’s face. The officals rush Steel who through a variety of martial arts moves knocks me all out of the ring. Draco gets up groggy as Steel headbutts him back down. Angel finally charges the ring and hits Draco with a elbow drop. Steel looks at him and starts mouthing off something. Angel looks at him and smirks back. “OWF United” comes over the OWFtron as Shyne charges the ring with a chair. Angel starts to get out of the ring but Steel tells him something. Angel complies and gets down on all fours as Steel leaps off of his back and body splashes Shyne. Burst - Get up and kick his ass! Falcoon - We got another lunatic in the OWF! Aphrodisia Jordan charges into the ring and tackles Angel as Piter Svoboda hits Steel in the head with the chair. Burst - That's it! OWF united! bitches! The Imperium lockerroom clears out as Chris Green, Jesse Williams, Plague, and Davis hit the ring! Falcoon - HERE COMES THE CALVARY!! Steel gets up busted to hell and Draco gets back up to his feet to help Jordan attack Angel. Steel takes off his trenchcoat and rips off his black t-shirt showing his scar covered upper torso as he charges back into the ring. Draco see's him and charges at him as they start punched each other again with furious lefts and rights. Jordan tries to get in on hitting Steel and punches him in the back of the head. Draco yells something to her as Trent turns around and grabs her with one hand at the neck and tosses her into Draco. Draco goes down for a minute as Steel grabs Jordan again. She brekas out of it and hits him with a low blow. Steel doesn't look phased as he kicks her in the face so hard she flies out of the ring in front of the announcers table. Steel hits to one knee as he recovers. Angel is puttting the boots to Draco as the rest of the Imperium and OWF United are going toe to toe outside. Burst - I knew this was bound to happen! This is insane! It's a huge brawl! Falcoon - This is Imperium takin over the OWF! Steel walks over to Angel and pulls him off Draco. He starts mouthing off to Angel and Angel nods his head. Steel smirks as he grabs Draco into a fireman's carry. Steel leaps tot he top turnbuckle and DVD's Draco into the barricade between the fans and the ringside area. The sickening thud of Draco's back echos throughout the arena. Steel gets up and gets right in view of the ringside camera. Trent Steel - No place to run...No place to hide...The Imperium Age...Has now begun!
Missy Janson - The following contest is tonight's MAIN EVENT! It is a 60 minute Triple Threat Iron Man match! The winner be be declared "The Best" of the OWF! And will recieve full control on OWF Monday Night Addiction on May 7th, 2007! Introducing first...From Boston MA... Piter Svoboda! The house lights die, sending the crowd into confused hysterics. The Outsidertron lights up in a solid white, bathing the crowd in an eerie glow. A red T cartwheels across the screen from the right, settling in the left-center of the frame. A V of the same hue drops down from above, settling into the center of the screen. In dead silence, a crimson J dissolves into the right-center of the frame. Three rapid gunshots place the letters LLC below the TVJ in black. Rapid cross-wipe to black, leaving the arena dark again. First we hear the strings, then a little bit of guitar, and finally some high hat as the intro to Jeff Buckley's "Last Goodbye" plays out over the public address system. Clips of Piter Svoboda matches rapidly flash across the big screen, with straight cuts going from one to the next. Some notable examples are of Piter walking down an entrance ramp with the MVW Lightweight strap over one shoulder and the TV title over the other, his double elimination with Cliff Hanger during the battle royal in which he won his first World title in any promotion, and his forty foot fall after he won the OWF King of the Mountain match. Interspersed are various clips from old promos, including Piter Svoboda wearing his "Piterster" get-up. A mellow folk-rock riff continues until about a minute into the song. PA System - This is our last goodbye. The crowd erupts in a mixed, but very loud, reaction, some people going so far as to pelt the entrance ramp with foodstuffs and spare change while others try to get an "M-V-Dub" chant going. Halogens flood the arena, blinding everybody who's not prepared as Jeff Buckley continues to sing soulfully. The entrance curtain jerks aside, and Piter Svoboda steps through, lit cigarette dangling from one corner of his mouth. He's wearing colorless cargo pants, a comic book-themed T-shirt over an off-white long-sleeved shirt, mirrorshades, and his ubiquitous bike chain belt and boots. His hair appears to be freshly spiked. He frantically scoops the change into his pockets, takes a sip of a tossed Coca-Cola Classic, and makes his way down to the ring. He attempts to slap hands on his way to the ring, meeting mostly with failure. Upon reaching ringside, he tosses his shades into the crowd, where one lucky "fan" stomps on them until they're reduced to unidentifiable plastic shards. Finally he pitches his cigarette, slingshots himself over the top rope, and takes a seat in his corner. Missy Janson - Introducing next.. PA System - Now you're doing the waltz with your murderer! Missy Janson - From Las Vegas, Nevada... Jesse Williams! Just then, pyro shoots out from the stage and "Memphis Will Be Laid To Waste" by Norma Jean blares over the PA System. From the back, we see Jesse Williams walk out focused on the match ahead of him. He keeps his head straight as he jogs to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope to enter. He walks around the ring once and then gets into his corner and prepares for his match. Missy Janson - And finally.. Cameron Frost! A silence overcomes the crowd, followed by a defeaning eruption of cheers. Out of nowhere, in the midst of the fans, Cameron Frost appears. Wearing a dark leather trench coat, and an equally dark pair of shades, you can clearly see his wrestling gear ; black trunks, black wall boots, black kneepads, and black tape around his fists, he quickly makes his way down through the fans. While some fans hold out there hands, others pat him on the back. However, he pays them no attention, and several fans are left with their hands outstretched. A chant of Frost begins to echo throughout the arena, and slowly gets louder and louder. Frost stops halfway down the stairs, and takes a look around. He relishes in the moment... A few seconds pass before he continues his path towards the ring. Finally he reaches the safety rail, and hops it. With tremendous grace Frost slides into the ring, and finds himself a nearby turnbuckle. He climbs to the second rope, and takes another look around. The crowd once again erupts. After a few seconds of posing, Frost drops down, turns about, and sits in the turnbuckle and waits... (Ding, Ding, Ding...) 60:00 The clock starts to tick down as all three men stay in their third of the ring at first. Each of them eyeing one another up. The fans jump to their feet in a sign of respect and applaud all three competitors. Falcoon - Here we go Nick. Piter limps around a bit as Frost and Williams charge at each other, still going at it from before. Falcoon - These guys still want at each other! Svoboda leans up in the corner, looking at Williams and Frost stand there going blow for blow. Williams goes for a right hand but Frost ducks, grabbing Williams and nailing him with a back drop that knocks both men down to the mat. Piter scrambles across the ring and covers Frost as the referee drops into place..1...2...kickout! Burst - See! Svoboda has the right idea. Piter starts to pound on the forehead of Frost as Williams rolls over onto his stomach. He pushes himself up into a pushup position getting to his knees. When he gets to his knees, Svoboda turns around nailing him right in the head with a hard kick that sends Williams to his back. Svoboda has all the momentum at this point as Frost and Williams are both down. Piter walks over to Frost, grabbing him by his hair and lifting him up to his feet. Frost's wounds have reopened and blood starts to cover his face again, over the dried blood from before. Piter irish whips Frost into the ropes and goes for a clothesline, but Frost ducks. Svoboda turns around and Frost attempts a superkick but Svoboda catches his leg. He spins Frost around and then attempts a kick of his own, but Frost catches that. Piter hops on one foot, and jumps in the air attempting an enseguri on Frost but Frost ducks and Piter lands face first on the mat. Frost stands up tall as the fans cheer, but as he turns around a crouching Jesse Williams charges at him and nearly cuts Frost in half with a spear, as Frost slams his head on the mat. All three men lay in the ring as the fans start cheering for either Piter or Cameron to get up. Williams has the least support, yet he is the first to move as he grabs onto the bottom rope as he crawls on his stomach towards it. He uses it as leverage as he reaches up and grabs the middle rope and pulls himself up into a sitting position. He stares across the ring at Svoboda who has sat himself up in the corner. Both of their eyes meet and they start picking themselves up. Frost takes a few extra seconds, and Svoboda gets to his feet first. He charges at Williams who barely gets to his feet, but he is able to counter with a knee to the midsection that sends Piter down to his knees in front of Jesse. Jesse bounces off the ropes, but then out of nowhere Frost nails a HUGE superkick on Jesse, knocking him down to the mat hard like a ton of bricks. Frost covers Jesse...1...2...Piter breaks up the count with a double axe handle to the back of Frost's head. Piter turns and looks up at the clock.. 53:45 Burst - You can see the exhaustion in these guys! Falcoon - Regardless of who wins this match, this man truly deserves it. Burst - I think we can agree on that, as long as it's not the mexican. Piter pushes himself up off his knees and to his feet. He grabs the hair of Cameron Frost and drags him up to his feet, wrapping his arms around his waist and executing a superb german suplex into a pin. The referee drops into place..1...2..thr- Frost grabs the bottom rope with his index finger. Svoboda rolls through the pin attempt, still holding onto Frost. He again flips Frost back with a stunning german suplex. He rolls through again, taking a little while longer to get to his feet this time. As he stands again, he tries to nail another german suplex on Frost, but he is able to grapevine one of Piter's legs with his own leg. Piter tries again, but Frost still holds on. Then, out of the corner of Cameron's eye he sees a recovered Williams side stepping towards him. He ducks and Williams unleashes a thunderous superkick that sends Piter straight to the mat like a piece of wood. Williams looks down at Piter as Frost clotheslines Williams out of nowhere, flipping him backwards. Frost then rolls over on top of Piter as the referee makes the count...1...2...3! Missy Janson - Cameron Frost has scored the first fall! He leads one to zero to zero. Burst - See, it's just the beginning! GO FRANCHISE! Falcoon - Ugh, you annoy me. 48:25 Falcoon - One fourth of the match is complete and so far Cameron Frost leads one to zero to zero. Burst - With all three of these men being so beat up, you'd expect it to be higher by now, right Gordie? Falcoon - YOU GOT MY NAME RIGHT! Burst - NO! I said....Gord..ita.....GORDITA! Falcoon - Who's mexican now? Frost rolls off of Svoboda but immediately he is met by a forearm to the shoulder blades by Williams. He stays on his hands and knees as Williams uses his back as a springboard and jumps to the top rope. Once he is there he somersaults backwards, and twists his body and connects with a twisting swanton bomb on the back of Frost. Both men are down as Williams holds his shoulder area while Frost is face down holding his back. Piter finally starts to move around a bit as he rolls over onto his stomach as again his mouth starts to bleed. Williams rolls over to Frost, pushing him over onto his back and making the cover, the referee drops into place...1...2...thr- Svoboda with the save with a leg drop to the back of Jesse's head. Williams rolls off and Svoboda looks down at Frost. Svoboda reaches down, grabbing Frost by the arm and drags him towards the corner. He lays him perpendicular to the ring post and he starts to scale the top rope. He finally gets to the top, but as he tries to turn around Williams comes out of nowhere and pushes him off the top rope. Burst - MOVE! WATCH OUT! Falcoon and Burst go running as Svoboda goes flying from the top rope onto the announcers table- it doesn't break though. Williams looks back as Piter lays on the table as Frost is on his hands and knees near the corner. Williams gets a head of speed running in the other direction and he bounces off the ropes. He comes running back and springboards off Frost's back, clearing the top rope with a HUGE Swanton Bomb. He comes crashing down on top of Piter and the table, shattering it into a million pieces. Williams drapes his arm on top of Svoboda as the referee gets to the carnage. He makes the count...1...2...3! Missy Janson - Jesse Williams has just scored a pinfall! The score is Cameron Frost one fall, Jesse Williams one fall and Piter Svoboda no falls. Burst - This is insane! Can anybody even hear us! Falcoon - I don't know Nick, they destroyed our whole set up here. 41:35 Burst - It's all tied up now, and look Frost realizes it. Burst and Falcoon take their seats at the broken table, again. Frost capitalizes on both men being severely hurt and he slides to the outside of the ring. He reaches down and grabs the arm of Jesse Williams, dragging him from the broken pieces of table. He drops him down to the cement and he walks over to the ring apron. He flips it up and he reaches under the ring, pulling out a steel chair and holding it high above his head as the fans start to go nuts. Piter starts to pull himself out of the mess of tables as Williams pulls himself up to his knees. Frost rears the chair back and dents it on the top of Jesse's head. Old cuts reopen and new ones open up as Williams looks out on his knees. Frost rears back again and smacks Jesse even harder this time with the chair. Burst - Looks like Frost is getting revenge. Williams looks up and Frost and starts to laugh. Burst - What the- Falcoon - He's laughing just like Frost was. Frost's eyes almost look like they are going to bug out of his head. He rears back and dents the chair even more on the top of Jesse's head. Williams can barely hold himself up, but he has a huge smile on his face. Frost rears back again, but as he swings Piter comes out of nowhere and nails a spinning leg kick into the chair and into the face of Frost, sending him down. Svoboda covers Frost quickly, hooking the leg...1...2...3! Missy Janson - Piter Svoboda has just scored a pinfall! The score is all tied up at one fall! 37:10 Burst - How are any of these men able to compete? Falcoon - Heart, Nick. Burst - Mexicans don't have hearts. Falcoon - When will you shut up and give Jesse the damn respect he deserves. Especially after tonight. Burst - Uhhh, err...Shut up! All three men lay on the outside of the ring, broken, bloody and exhausted. The first one to move is Svoboda who crawls his way towards the ring apron. He grabs a handful of it and anchors himself on it. He reaches under the ring, pulling out a huge twenty foot ladder. Falcoon - Oh come on, there is no need for that. He slides it out, but as he does so he is met with a strong right hand to the temple by Frost. Cameron wastes no time as he lifts Svoboda up by his hair, and rolls him into the ring. Frost slides in after him as Williams still lays on the floor, bloodied pretty badly. Frost immediately jumps to his feet and grabs the legs of Piter Svoboda. He grapevines his right leg through and turns Piter over, locking him in the Sharpshooter right in the center of the ring. Burst - Sharpshooter! Piter is gonna tap, I know it! Piter screams in pain as he reaches for the ropes which are way too far away for him. Frost cranks on his legs and lower back region as Piter refuses to give up. Williams starts to stir on the outside, rolling over onto all fours. Frost continues to lean back onto small of the back of Piter. Piter continues to scream as he starts to crawl to the ropes, dragging Frost with him. The fans start to chant for Piter as he inches closer and closer to the ropes. He is only a hands length away when Frost cranks back even harder. Williams is now back up on his feet, and he sees Svoboda in the ring screaming in pain. Williams reaches down and grabs the huge ladder, and slides it into the ring as he pulls himself onto the apron on the outside. Frost has his back to Williams as Svoboda is reaching for the ropes on the side of the ring Williams is on. Svoboda can no longer drag Frost and he reaches his hand up to tapout, but Williams grabs the top rope and slingshots himself over, flipping in the air. He grabs Frost's head as he does so and nails a flipping stunner that knocks the wind out of Frost as he breaks the hold on Piter. Burst - Damn Mexican, Svoboda was about to tap! Falcoon - Sureeee. 32:30 Falcoon - Approaching the half-way point now! Williams hops up and walks over to Svoboda. He grabs him by the hair and slams him hard face down on top of the ladder, opening a gash on top of his left eye. Jesse hops to the top rope looking out to the crowd and flips backwards executing a perfect moonsault, except, Piter rolls out of the way and Williams lands chest first onto the steel ladder. He hops up to his feet, just by instinct and he is met with a hurracanrana on Jesse into a pin attempt, the referee drops into place...1...2...thr- Frost breaks the pin up with a boot to the back of Piter's head. Frost grabs Piter by the hair and lifts him up to his feet, he leans him up against the ropes and nails him with a knife edge chop that echoes through the arena. He nails another one. Piter then counters with a few fists to Frost, then he jumps in the air and nails a drop kick into the chest of Frost sending him stumbling backwards. Piter charges, but Frost catches him and throws him over his head with a huge belly to belly suplex. Burst - This match is just back and forth back and forth. 30:00 Falcoon - We have officially reached the half-way mark of this match... Frost makes the immediant pinfall.. 1...2.. Piter kicks out! Frost crawls back to his feet and Piter trips him up and hooks in an ankle lock!! Frost screams out as he quickly pulls himself into the ropes. The ref calls for the break and Piter breaks quickly, he hits and energy surge and leaps to his feet, he lays in boots to the ribs of Frost but Jesse Williams is back up and rolls Piter up from behind.. 1...2...3! Missy Janson - Jesse Williams has scored a pinfall! Leaving the score, Jesse Williams 2, Piter Svoboda and Cameron Frost 1 a piece! Piter kicks out a second late, Frost is back up but Jesse quickly reaches behind him and scoops up the ladder, he catches frost in the side of the head with the end of the ladder! Frost stumbles backwards and Jesse runs at him hitting him with the ladder and sending him tumbling over the top rope! Jesse turns around and Svoboda has always shot himself off the farside ropes.. He leaps into the air and dropkicks the ladder into Jesse's face sending him over the top rope with frost! The ladder comes down and smacks Williams in the back of the head! Burst - You forgot to catch the ladder el spico! Falcoon - That's alright, Frost's talentless body broke his fall! Piter backs up and runs towards the ropes just as Frost stands up.. Sliding drop kick to the head of Frost! Frost trips over the ladder and falls against the guard rail. Jess crawls back to his feet, slowly knowing that he is the one with the advantage. Falcoon - Jesse stay down! Your winning! 24:10 Piter wastes no time, he slide out of the ring and tosses Jesse back in by the head. Piter slides in after him, but Jesse is quick to attack with a boot to the head of Svoboda! Jesse drops his leg across Piter's throat then crosses him up with a cross legged arm bar. Wrenching Piter's arm back over his head. Jesse drives his heel of his foot into Piter's thigh to increase the pressure. Frost slides back into the ring and Jesse quickly breaks the hold and gets to his feet. Frost meets him with a superkick! You can hear the click then the thud as Jesse hits the mat. Frost covers...1...2... Piter pulls Frost's leg and yanks him off Jesse! Piter flips Frost over by the legs, but Frost kicks his off, Piter backs up then goes for plan b, he drops an elbow across Jesse's knee! Falcoon - Time is ticking! 20 minute mark! 20:00 Cameron slides back out of the arena and grabs the ladder and tosses it under the bottom rope, he runs over to the side and folds up a chair and slides it in. He reaches down to the ring aprion and scoops up a hand full of broken glass from earlier in the night and rolls back into the ring. Svoboda has William's stretched out in a figure four. Burst - Svoboda is workin those legs of Williams. Keep him on the ground and you take away his everything! Falcoon - It doesn't matter! As long as Svoboda doesn't score a pinfall he can't win! Frost dumps the glass on the mat then grabs the chair.. Svoboda sees him coming and releases his hold on Williams, but he can't get away quick enough and you see his skull imprinted on the chair! Frost swings again and again he connects with Svoboda's skull! He lets him rest and goes right for Jesse. He swings the chair but Jesse rolls out of the way, Frost swings again but again Jesse moves! Falcoon - What is this? Cat and mouse? Jesse rolls over one more time and rolls shoulder first into the glass that Frost laid out. Burst - Now that was smart! Frost is a fuckin genius! Jesse is sidetracked by the pain in his arm and Frost smacks him with a sickening chair shot to his face! Falcoon - Cheating son of a bitch! Burst - Your just pissed off because he's smarter then ole wet back Williams! Falcoon - Enjoy that while you can. The bet is on! Burst - Your really gonna accept that bet? Falcoon - Damn straight! Burst - Hahaha I'll pick your dress. Wilks and Falcoon. What a sexy couple that'll be! 14:20 Frost throws the chair down on the mat and lifts Williams up... VIVID DREAMS ON THE CHAIR! Frost covers.. 1...2...3! Missy Janson - Cameron Frost scores a pinfall! Jesse Williams and Cameron Frost lead with 2, and Piter Svoboda has one! Frost stands back up, ruthless in his assult. Suddenly from behind Svoboda cracks him in the back of the head with the side of the ladder! Frost turns around, almost unphased and simply smiles at Svoboda. Svoboda darts into the ropes and attempts a cross body block.. Frost catches him in mid air and power slams him onto the chair! He covers.. 1...2.. Svoboda kicks out! Burst - The tides are turning now! Falcoon - Jesse isn't in any kind of trouble. He's got this under control! Burst - Yeah he looks like it.. Laid out on the mat and all! Frost lifts Svoboda back up, but Svoboda strikes tackling Frost into the ropes, Frost drives his elbow into the back of Svoboda's neck the tosses him into the corner. Frost leans down and grabs the chair then sets it up in the sitting position in front of Svoboda. Frost backs up and begins his run towards the chair, Jesse reaches up and grabs Frost's leg, tripping him and sending him chest first onto the chair! Falcoon - Oh my god! Frost just ruined my chair! Burst - Ugh. Man that hurt. 09:54 The clock on the OWF tron hits the 10:00 mark and the fans begin to cheer them on, knowing it's going to be intense! Falcoon - 10 minutes! Jesse crawls over and pins Frost.. 1...2.. Svoboda storms out of the corner and kicks Jesse in the teeth with the end of his boot! Jesse rolls off checking his mouth as Svoboda climbs up to the top turnbuckle. He leaps off... Impressive Display of Agility on Frost! The move is perfect and he rolls into the cover.. 1...2.. Jesse Williams breaks up the pin with a double axe handle and the fans boo! Burst - Svoboda has some catching up to do! 08:13 Piter leaps up and again he kicks Jesse in the mouth! Jesse spits out blood and delivers a low blow on Svoboda. Svoboda seems unphased as he lets out his rage, grabbing Jesse by the head and pounding his forehead! He lifts Jesse up and with all his might he tosses him all the way across the ring with a release german suplex! Jesse holds his neck as Svoboda walks back over to him and picks him up, Jesse swings but Svoboda blocks and tosses him into the corner, he begins to lay fists into Jesse's face then lifts him up on the turnbuckle... Falcoon - Push him off! Burst - He's setting up for the USA drop! Piter climbs up with Jesse and places Jesse on his shoulders in a fireman's carry.. USA DROP! Falcoon - NOOO! Burst - He's got him! 6:26 Piter takes a second to regroup then makes the cover on Jesse...1...2...3! Missy Janson - The match is tied at two a piece! Burst - It's all tied up with 6 minutes left!! Falcoon - Oh no.. Jesse for the sake of Imperium get up! Svoboda climbs back to his feet... SUPERKICK FROM FROST! Svoboda spits a tooth out into the crowd before he hits the mat. Frost covers..1...2....3! Missy Janson - Cameron Frost has taken the lead with 3 pinfalls, Jesse Williams and Piter Svoboda both have 2! 4:55 Burst - Frost is throwin' superkicks around like they are candy in a parade! Williams begins to stir, Frost gets back to his feet and waits for Jesse... The fans are screaming for Frost! The arena is rocked with anticipation! Frost gets in position and when Jesse stands and turns Frost attempts the superkick.. But Jesse swings with his entire body and plants Frost with a chair shot! Frost lays on the mat with his eyes open and Jesse drapes his arm over him.. 1...2.. FROST KICKS OUT! Falcoon - DAMN IT! Burst - YEEESSSSS! 3:39 Burst - It's almost over! 3 and a half minutes! Falcoon - Jesse you gotta get up! Jesse's body begins to twich on the mat. Frost isn't moving and Piter Svoboda is out like a light and has rolled to the outside. Jesse crawls on his stomach to the ropes, Frost rolls onto his side. The fans begin to chant for Frost on one side of the arena.. We hear a small section of fans on the other side break out in an "MVW" chant, urging on Piter Svoboda! 2:25 Jesse is back on his feet.. Frost pulls himself up as well.. The fans are screaming and everyone in the arena is on their feet. Jesse staggers forward with a right hand, Frost returns the blow as they rest against each other on the ropes. Burst - Get on with the fight! Falcoon - These guys have fought long and hard tonight. Two matches prior then having to with stand a triple threat hour long iron man match is insane! 1:54 Frost shoots Jesse into the far side ropes, Jesse rebounds off them and nails Frost with a diving arm larriat. He's slow to get up but once up leaps right to the top turnbuckle..... Falcoon - Swanton time! Jesse leaps off and nails the Swanton Bomb!! He lays ontop of Frost...1...2...3! Missy Janson - Jesse Williams and Cameron Frost lead the match with 3 a piece, and Piter Svoboda has 2! Falcoon - You can count Svoboda out of this one! Burst - 1 minute! 1:00 The arena begins to shake as the fans haven't sat down in minutes! Jesse pulls himself back up, he looks at the clock on the OWFtron then hits his resurve tank.. He climbs back up onto the turnbuckle... Without even measuring up the move he leaps off.. Swanton Bomb on Frost! Burst - NOOO! Falcoon - Two Swanton's in a row! About 45 seconds! Williams wins! :45 Williams covers Frost... 1...2... The fans erupt as Piter Svoboda breaks the count! :30 Piter gets back up, he drags Jesse up and Frost begins to stir. All three men are back on their feet! :19 Piter darts towards Jesse but Frost swoops in from the side and plants Jesse with another superkick to the side of the head! As Jesse drops, Frost kicks again! :10 Piter ducks it! :09 Piter scoops Frost into a fireman's carry and plants him with a death valley driver on top of Jesse Williams! :04 Piter covers them both! 1...2...3! 00:00
A buzzer rings and the fans are left in shock for a moment. "MVW" chants take over the arena! The ref leans over and whispers something to Missy. Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen.. Piter Svoboda has scored a double pin fall! Your winner with 4 pinfalls... Piter Svoboda! Falcoon - Horse shit! Burst - SVOBODA IS THE BEST! SVOBODA WON! OH MY GOD! The Show Opener is the best! Falcoon - This is a sad day it the OWF. Fuck this... Svoboda doesn't even wait for the ref to raise his hand, he hears the announcement and darts out of the ring. Burst - Go take care of your buisness kid! The OWF logo spins and the scene fades away with Svoboda walking through the curtain. |
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