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James Dunn and Cokekid fought to a Draw in the Japanese Death Match
The camera's slide directly into the executive officer where President Chase Johnson has the audiences attention. Prez CJ - This has been a very interesting week in the Outsider Wrestling Federation. Several very controversial issues have been brought to out attention. One of which is the contract dispute that was initially meant to be kept quiet, however our cracker jack reporters some how found that OWF Daredevil Corbin Kaige has been debating leaving the OWF. Myself and President Diamond Kid have decided to see exactly where Mr. Kaige's heart is by altering his Last Man Standing match to make it a... Loser Leaves The OWF Last Man Standing Match. This of course means that their in a chance that Draco might be forced to leave the OWF. It will be a battle of heart. Good luck gentlemen.
The fans instantly pop as the camera's cut backstage where they see Colton Hurst and Dane Creed talking. Colton - Do you think you can do this without fucking it up? Dane - Man it is like riding a bike. I have everything set up all ready. Colton - Good do it before everything gets going and I will meet up with you later. The camera's flash across the Schneider Arena, a jam packed crowd is on their feet ready for action! Skeltons and spider webs cover the sides of the set and up over the OWF tron, giving it a spooky appeal. A small flare of fire rises from the ramp followed by maroon smoke that fills the enterance way. The OWF logo flashes over the tron before the lights dim low and Medicated by 3 Minutes To Live hits. Falcoon - AHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! We are live from Rhode Island! What a week this has been! Kissens - So much hatred thrown back and forth on the OWF network this week.. And now either Kaige or Draco will be booted from the OWF tonight!? Burst - It's a god damn shame that matches like this have to happen. Falcoon - Sometime's it's the only way Nick! Standing on top of the ramp, Colton Hurst stands there looking over the crowd and the ring. Falcoon - Looks like we are going right into action tonight as a future franchise makes his way down to the ring! Burst - I like this guy. He's reasonably quiet and he can kick some ass! Missy Janson - Good evening Rhode Island! The following contest is scheduled for one fall with PDA rules! It's a triple threat 'pick your shot' match! Introducing first.. On his way to the ring.. From Nashville, TN.... Colton Hurst! Colton walks down the ramp and slides into the ring. He stands up and walks over the corner. Leaning against the ropes he waits for the match to start. Missy Janson - Introducing next... CHASE ROBERTS "The Phoenix is gone and only I remain" "Godspeed" by Anberlin shatters through the PA system as the house lights fade. THEY LIED WHEN THEY SAID THE GOOD DIE YOUNG Burning down bridges now (scatter the
ashes) The lights focused on the entrance fade back up as a figure steps out from the darkness into the light. It is the one and only Chase Roberts. Her eyes scan the crowd impassively as a ripped Black Phoenix mask hangs from her fingers. HEY HEY! Missy Janson - From California, LA... Chase Roberts! Falcoon - This woman is certifiably insane! I honestly believe that! Burst - She's a bitch! Kissens - She's brutal and I love that! Falcoon - She's been known to accept pay off's from wrestlers backstage as a.... protection racket. Burst - Yeah... And shes hot! Falcoon - ...... Thanks Nick. Ya moron. Strobe lights hit her face in time with the music. Her dark brown long hair frames her face as she smiles confidently. She lifts the mask in the air. Kill yourself slowly over time, fashion
statement suicide The song slams into the chorus as Chase throws her mask to the ground in front of her, flames shooting up around her. The flames rage around her for a moment as she looks to the sky and raises her arms to the heavens. THEY LIED WHEN THEY SAID THE GOOD DIE YOUNG! The flames die down as Chase pounds her fist against her chest twice, before stepping out of the circle of flame. WOAH-OH-OH-OH Chase starts towards the ring, her eyes focused on her opponent and ignoring fans around her. Tight black pants enclose her long legs and a simple black wife beater shows off her muscle tone and strength. THEY LIED WHEN THEY SAID THE GOOD DIE
YOUNG! As she reaches the ring a sardonic smile appears on her face as she points to her eyes then at her opponent. She slides into the ring like a predatory and sits on the turnbuckle with a look of complete disgust on her face for her first opponent. Missy Janson - And finally... Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada... Medea Jane McTierney! Falcoon - The future of the WoW! I truely believe that when she gets finally gets her hands on Alexis.. She'll walk out WoW champion! Kissens - You also believed that James Caine was straight! Falcoon - He is! Burst - Mehhh I dunno about that.. Falcoon - He does chicks! Not Dudes! Kissens - Rrright. Bleed it Out by Linkin Park continues to play, the camera's cut back to the ring just as the bell rings. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Medea and Hurst team up, picking up a broom together and charging across the ring. They take Roberts down with a lariat by the broom stick, cracking it in half over her neck. She falls to the mat, as Hurst bends over, immediately lifting her up to her feet. He knocks her backwards with a right as she stumbles into the waiting arms of Medea, who nails a body slam on Roberts. Medea walks over to the corner, grabbing a stop sign. Colton reaches down, pulling Chase up by her hair and holding her by her arms. He keeps a tight grip on her as McTierney rears back and swings the stop sign at Roberts. She is able to squirm free from Hurst's grasp, and Medea nails Colton with the stop sign, nearly knocking him out cold. Burst - Well, that backfired! Falcoon - That's for sure. Chase tackles Medea down to the mat, stunning her a bit. Chase reaches down, picking up a wooden table and laying it up against the turnbuckle. She walks over to Colton, picking him up by the sides of his head and dragging him to his knees. She tucks his head between her legs, and reaches down locking her arms around his waist. As she tries to pick him up, she is stopped by McTierney with a baseball bat shot across the small of Chase's back. She falls to her knees, as Hurst falls to the mat. Medea swings again, nailing Roberts directly in the ribs and sending her out through the ropes to the outside. Kissens - Chase is going to the outside to recover. Burst - She's only catching her breath! Medea follows her out, but out of nowhere Chase blasts her with a fire estinguisher. McTierney falls to the ground as Roberts slides into the ring. She is met with a clothesline from Hurst, who quickly picks her up and throws her in the direction of the corner across from the table set up in the corner. He tries to irish whip her, but she reverses but instead of throwing him, she kicks him in the stomach. She tucks his head between her legs and wraps her arms around his waste. She lifts him up into a powerbomb position, running at the table and smashing Colton through it. Burst - SIDEWINDER! Kissens - She used Colton's move! Falcoon - Bitch! She quickly covers Colton as the referee falls into place...1...2..thr- Medea breaks up the pinfall with a double axe handle to the back of the head. Burst - Close call there! Medea picks Roberts up, and nails her with a hard upper cut before picking up the stop sign again. She nails her with it, knocking Chase down to the mat. McTierney slides out of the ring, walking to the ring announcer and grabbing a steel chair from there. She throws it into the ring and she slides in under the bottom rope. She picks up Roberts, lifting her up into a spinebuster position, then spins and plants her backfirst onto the steel chair. Chase yells in pain as Medea looks on with content. Hurst gets back up to his feet, immediately going after Chase and lifts her to her feet. He kicks her hard in the midsection then tucks her head between his legs. He picks her up in the powerbomb position. Burst - Now he's gonna show Roberts how to do his move! He charges the corner, powerbombing her up against the top turnbuckle. He doesn't let go though, swinging her up off the turnbuckle and nailing a sitout powerbomb on the stop sign that bends Chase in half. Falcoon - Roberts is down! Hurst goes for the pin...1...2...Medea pulls him off. She covers Roberts...1...2...Colton pulls her off. Burst - Uh oh, this always happens in triple threat matches when people team up! Colton and Medea argue back and forth, giving Chase time to recover. McTierney pushes Hurst, he pushes her right back. Roberts stands up, pulling the steel chair up from the ring and she smacks Hurst right across the face, knocking him down to the ring. Medea tries to block the chair shot from Roberts, who instead nails her in the stomach with the chair. Medea falls to the mat before Roberts smacks her in the back. Medea lays on her back as Chase walks to the corner. She hops right up to the top rope, with the chair in her hand. She jumps off the ropes, nailing a somersault legdrop with help from the chair on McTierney! Falcoon - WHAT A MOVE! Burst - She's done that before! She covers Medea as the referee falls into place...1...2...3! Missy Janson - Here is your winner... Chase Roberts! Falcoon - What title will she choose? Burst - Who cares? Falcoon - You're a prick! Kissens - Boys! Falcoon - Mehh.. Fuck you too. Chase reaches through the ropes and Missy hands her the mic. Chase Roberts - I.... She turns around and before she can get the second word out Vanity smacks her in the face with a mailbox! BAM! BAM! BAM! Three more times she smacks Roberts, knocking her to the mat and denting the mailbox over her head. Vanity laughs and stands over Chase.. Falcoon - Come on Vanity! Enough! Kissens - Christ this division is getting good! Burst - Yeah since Mrs. Morningrod took over. Why couldn't you do this good Jackie? Kissens - Suck my slit. Falcoon - Ohhhh.... Threatening with aids! Not cool! Vanity throws the mailbox down then suddenly scoops up Chase... She slams Chase back first into the mailbox, crushing it to nearly a flat state. EMT's rush down to the ring as Vanity climbs between the ropes. She stares and points while back tracking up the ramp. Falcoon - I hate how people like Vanity think they can just come in here and beat the shit outta anyone they want to. Burst - I hate youuuuu. Falcoon - There is something going on backstage.. Kissens - There is always something backstage. Falcoon - Shut up! Bitch... The camera switches backstage to see an EMT go flying across the screen, the camera runs towards the disturbance. Chase Roberts - GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME! Another crash is heard as the camera comes around the corner, Chase Roberts is covered in blood, soaked in her hair and her clothes. There is a visible large gash from her cheek to ear. Chase is fighting off EMT's that are trying to help her. Chase Roberts - Chris! Chase's lawyer Chris appears with a large stack of papers in his hand. He looks at the gash on Chase's face then starts to had the paperwork to the EMT's and the OWF road agents. One of Chris' assistants appears out of nowhere with gauze and a stitching kit. Chris Donovan - Ladies and gents, this is a wavier. This rescinds the EMTs from any responsibility in regards to Chase Roberts' care, and protects OWF from any civil litigation on behalf of Miss Roberts should she be injured any further. The EMT's take the wavier and disappear quickly, not wanting to argue and preferring not to be thrown across the room just doing their jobs. The head road agent reads the paperwork carefully before nodding to the others and leaves. Kissens - What the hell is going on? Chris' assistant hovers near Chase evaluating the open wound on her face. He begins to thread the needle. Chase looks up and sees the camera. She grabs the lens with her hand pulling the camera man close to her. The blood is still pouring from the wound, but Chase pushes the assistant away for a moment while she smiles down the camera. Chase Roberts - Vanity.... Vanity.... Normally I would require payment before I touched a hair on your pretty little head... Chase points to her face Chase Roberts - But for this.... I do it for free. Chase smiles an almost demonic smile as she brings her voice down to a whisper. Chase Roberts - You want to light the fire in my eyes, you want to see the Phoenix return. I have evolved beyond that, but there is nothing wrong with a little bit of retro love. She will not return, but maybe it's time you remembered what it felt like to... Crash and burn.... We cut back to ringside. Missy Janson - The following contest is scheduled for a stretcher match! The first to wheel their opponent up the ramp on a stretcher wins the match! Introducing first.. "The Imperium Presents" Trent Steel Falcoon - The Imperium might end tonight if Kaige doesn't win his match against Draco! Burst - Who says Kaige WANTS to stick around? Kissens - Where else is he gonna go? SCW? Pffft.. He's better than that! PA System - No place to run...No place to hide...The Imperium Age...Has now begun! Missy Janson - From Pittsburgh, PA.... "The Son of a Bitch..." TRENT STEEEEEL!! Diety by Dir En Gray starts to play as the lights go out. Red smoke enters the entraceway as Trent Steel emerges. He gets down the ring slowly and removes his coat and shades. Trent climbs through the ropes and gets into his fighting stance waiting for the bell to ring. Falcoon - This fued started when Vanity arrived here in the OWF, acctually it was before that, it goes back to Anastasia and Trent's fued! Kissens - Get your facts straight Gordie! This fued began the day that Ana opened her mouth and tried to challenge Alexis! Burst - Will you two shut up? Christ you sound like JBL and Michael Cole! That's terrible. Falcoon - Worst commentary ever! Uncle Bo - YOOOO! Missy Janson - Introducing his opponent... The lights in the arena go completely off, Evil laughter is heard, followed by silence and the chords play.. Keep holding on The lights slowly fade in only to have slow moving strobes of red light flash around the arena; Vanity stands at the entrance. Missy Janson - From San Antonio Texas.... Vanity! Wait Vanity walks, glaring only towards the ring. Walking slowly, she steps up to the ring, entering the ropes and the crowd the middle finger. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Vanity wastes no time, heading directly for Steel and nailing a huge dropkick to his face. He stumbles backwards, boucing off the ropes and he charges back at Vanity. She picks him up and nails a spinebuster on him, as she looks pumped up. She hops right back to her feet, as Steel is slow to get up. As he does, he is met with a knee to the face by Vanity, followed by a spinning wheel kick. Steel hits the mat hard, as Vanity again gets right back up to her feet. She reaches down, pulling Steel up to his feet by his hair. Vanity nails a european uppercut, which staggers Steel back into the corner. She lunges at him, planting her feet into his midsection. She grabs his arms and flips backwards, nailing a monkey flip on Trent. Kissens - Vanity is in firm control so far. Burst - She hasn't let up a bit. She picks herself back up to her feet, again reaching down and pulling Steel up by his hair. This time when he stands, he rears back and nails Vanity with a hard right across the bridge of her nose. He fires with a left to her chin, which stuns her before he hooks her up and nails a huge vertical snap suplex on Vanity. She holds the small of her back as Steel gingerly gets up to a standing position. He now reaches down, lifting Vanity to her knees by her arm. He starts to unleash a wild barrage of kicks and punches to Vanity. Kissens - The Wraith of the Blackhearted combo! Vanity gets her arms up, attempting to fend off some of the strikes being unleashed by Trent. She is unable to deflect all of them, and is soon overwhelmed. Steel nails one final soccer kick to her face, knocking Vanity down onto her back. Steel stands over her, using his feet to roll her across the mat and eventually to push her off the apron to the floor. He follows her out, picking her up from her knees and slamming her face down on the ring apron. Vanity holds her face, as Steel grabs her by the back of her head. He runs with her towards the ring post. He throws her face first into the cold steel, and Vanity crashes to the floor as blood spurts from her nose. Trent turns around, and leans over as he starts to wheel a stretcher in the direction of Vanity. He lays her on it and he starts to run it up the ramp at full speed. He hits a divit in the ramp, though, and the stretcher stops dead. Steel trips over the stretcher, falling face first onto the ramp. Vanity rolls off of the stretcher and onto her stomach. She is able to get to her feet about the same time as Steel. They meet each other with rights and lefts again, as the stretcher rolls down the ramp and crashes into the side of the ring. Vanity gains the upper hand, and is able to nail a bulldog on Steel on the ramp. Burst - This is a great match. Falcoon - Back and forth action. Kissens - That's what happens when you get two peoplle in the ring who hate each other. Vanity pulls herself up to her feet, and she walks down the ramp. She grabs a hold of the stretcher and starts to wheel it back up the ramp towards Steel. She holds it in place with her foot while pulling Steel onto the stretcher. He fights her off, nailing her with a strong right, which knocks her down onto the stretcher as well. Steel gets off, and starts to walk down the ramp to regain his breath. Vanity regains her composure, and she pushes the stretcher off of the kink in the ramp it is held up on. It rolls fast down the ramp, as she heads towards Steel. He turns around as Vanity puts both feet up, and nails a seated dropkick to the chest of Trent, sending him flying backwards. She crashes into the ring, hurting herself slightly, but she is able to get up to one knee once again. She uses the ring apron to pull herself up to her feet, while Steel is trying to regain his breath. Vanity lays Steel on the stretcher, and begins to roll it up the ramp. Burst - Vanity taking advantage of Trent's weakeneed state. Falcoon - She may just have him here, that dropkick was huge. She gets about halfway, when Steel nails her with a front kick right to the abdomen. It doubles her over, and stops her dead in her tracks. Steel gets off of the stretcher, and picks Vanity up into a firemans carry. He nails a Death Valley Driver onto the stretcher on Vanity, and he then collapses on top of her. Neither of them seem to be moving much, except gasping for air. Steel starts to move slowly, as he stands up to his feet. He begins to roll the stretcher up the rest of the ramp. He gets up to the top, and is about to wheel Vanity through the entrance way. She grabs onto the steel frame for the entrance ramp. Steel tries to push her through, but she won't budge. She pulls herself off of the stretcher and down onto the ramp. Steel starts to get frustrated as he heads for Vanity once again, as she gets up to all fours. He goes to kick her in the stomach, but she grabs his leg and nails a dragon screw. Steel's head smacks on the edge of the stretcher. Burst - Oh, god! Falcoon - Steel seems to be really hurt by that reveersal! Vanity picks up and lays Steel down on the stretcher, and starts to wheel him across the ramp towards the entrance way. Burst - This could be it! Kissens - Vanity may finally extract her revenge! As she gets to the mouth of the entrance way, she looks up to see Chase Roberts standing on top of the OWF-Tron. Burst - Roberts is here! Falcoon - What business does she have out here! She jumps off, heading towards Steel who is on the stretcher. He smiles, winks, and rolls out of the way as Roberts hits the edge of the stretcher. She flips it up in the air and it smashes Vanity right in the face. Chase's assistant, Chris, pulls her to the back as Steel grabs Vanity. He straps her down on the stretcher, and he rolls her through the entrance way, ending the match. Missy Janson - The winner of this bout, TRENT STEEL! Burst - Chase Roberts just cost Vanity the match! Falcoon - I do not wanna be on Vanity's bad side! We cut to the back as the Masked Man is making his way into the arena. He gets a low hum from the crowd while walking through the parking lot. Dane Creed sneaks up behind the man and nails him right across the back of the head with a large Cider block! Falcoon - Holy crap! Burst - Not a smart thing to do.. AT ALL! The big man drops and Dane is right on top of him with handcuffs and chains. Dane locks the big locks and pulls out a wheelbarrow and drags the big man into it. Falcoon - Now what the hell is this? Suddenly you see Colton Hurst strolls by whistling with a stretcher and someone tied to it in his grasps. Dane and Colton nod to each other, Dane pushes it off to the parking lock where there is a armored truck waiting for him. He drags the big man into the back and jumps out and locks the back door. Colton brings his stretcher over and they load them up then jump in and fire up the truck. The wheels screetch as they leave the parking lot and the camera's cut away to ringside. Kissens - Where... Hey! Where are they going!? Burst - TAKE ME WITH YOU! Falcoon - You're stayin right here buddy! Burst - Don't fuckin touch me. Falcoon - Awwwwwll..
Missy Janson - The following contest is scheduled for a PDA Title Match! PA System - I'm a misplaced man Missy Janson - Introducing first.. The challenger... From Nashville, TN.... The Voice of Reason.. Jeff Thomas! "Misplaced" by Sonata Arctica plays from this point as the Voice of Reason, Jeff Thomas makes his way from the back amidst the jeering boos from the crowd. He yells at them "I'm doing this for you!" as he walks up the ring steps into the ring with no expression on his face. He smugly looks at the crowd as he leans back in his corner to begin the match. Falcoon - This of course is a rematch, the OWF staff have kept their eyes on Jeff Thomas who is undoubtably a top notche athlete. The lights go out, plummeting the entire arena into darkness. For a few moments, there is nothing but the soft sounds of the crowds rumbling with anticipation. A low, raspy voice speaks: PA System - From now on, we are enemies… you and I. The speakers explode in the hauntingly melodic tune of “Warheart” by Children of Bodom. Images begin to pulse upon the OWFTron in time to the base beat of a pale woman’s body parts. Her hand, clutching a cigarette, black nails long and seemingly lethal. Her shoulder, marred by deep and ragged scars. Missy Janson - And his opponent... She is the current OWF Public Display of Aggression Champion... Aphrodisia... Jordan!! I'm an outcast on the path of rebound Her naked back, littered with a bullet marks, cuts and whip marks that slice through the tattoos on her skin. Her right eye, deep blue orb piercing through the darkness, seeming to glow, accented by two, black lines cut into her skin from the middle of her forehead to below her cheek bone. The image of the woman’s scarred eye begins to pan out, exposing the other, the barbell through the bridge of her nose. Her straight, black hair hangs around her face as it pans out further, exposing her nose, the ring through her septum. Her lips drawn back into a wicked smile that hints of things to come, the three rings glimmering devilishly. Warheart! No remains from compassion or
love The images continues to pan out, exposing the rest of Aphrodisia Jordan’s body, wrapped in tight, black latex dress that goes from her breasts to her thighs. Her lips part, teeth glinting sharply as she seems to growl at the camera. The image disappears, sending the video screen into darkness. Smoke billows up from the stage, a solitary, red spotlight illuminating through it. The feminine silhouette steps out of the shadows, outlined by the single red light. Aphrodisia breaks through the wall of smoke, purple and white fireworks erupting from around the video screen and stage, the crowds erupting in thunderous cheers. Her face is lacking her piercings, but the haunting lines through her eyes are enough to make-up for it. Upon the screen, images of past triumphs, injuries and death-defying moves play across the screen. Warheart! No remains from compassion or
love Her body is clad in a pair of baggy, black jeans that remain upon her shapely hips by a studded belt with a Jolly Roger belt-buckle. Her feet are adorned with heavy combat boots with skull laces, her abdomen covered with a black wife-beater. She begins to move down the ramp as the music enters its reprieve. I'm an outcast on the path of rebound She slides into the ring beneath the bottom rope, that sadistic grin still plastered on her face. Blue eyes scan the arena as she moves to her feet and then her corner, pacing like a caged animal. Warheart! I'm the warheart, (Ding, Ding, Ding...) The two opponents go after each other immediately as the bell rings. Thomas attemps a spear, but Aphrodisia flips forward as she rolls over his back. He stumbles into the corner, only to charge back out, attempting a clothesline. Jordan hooks his arm and swings up. She nails a crucifix buster on Thomas, which stuns him slightly. Aphrodisia gets right to her feet, and sees Jeff recovering slowly. She bends over, picking up a steel cookie sheet. She throws it at Thomas, who looks down at it and picks it up. As soon as he stands, Aphrodisia nails a roundhouse kick into the cookie sheet and into the side of the head of Jeff Thomas. He staggers backwards, catching himself in the corner. Burst - Aphrodisia is on fire tonight. Thomas takes a few seconds, before reaching down into the steel garbage can and pulling out a lead pipe. He holds it in his right hand as Aphrodisia circles around him. She runs at him, but he sidesteps her and brings the pipe down across her shoulder blades. Aphrodisia falls to her knees as she crawls towards the corner. She attempts to reach for the ropes, but Thomas takes the pipe and smacks it across the top of the head of Aphrodisia. She collapses to the mat, and Thomas wastes no time in making the cover...1...2...kickout by Aphrodisia! Kissens - Almost had a new champion there. Burst - Thanks Captian Obvious. Kissens - I'm not Captain Obvious, i'm Jackie Kissens. Falcoon - Right! Get it Nick? Geez, I thought only Draco and Angel didn't think she existed. Thomas stands up, grabbing the steel can and dumping all its contents into the ring. He grabs the ironing board and he sets it up in the middle of the ring. He walks over to Aphrodisia, and pulls her up by her hair. He nails a swift right to her jaw, knocking her back onto the ironing board. He lays her there and he runs to the corner. In one bound, he gets to the top rope and he immediately moonsaults off the top rope. Aphrodisia rolls off the ironing board at the last second and Thomas catches his face directly on the steel board. He grabs his head, as blood pours from his nose and mouth while Aphrodisia slowly recovers. She picks up the steel can, and weilds it back, awaiting Thomas to turn around. Once he does, she nails him with the garbage can. He staggers backwards, and before he can fall Aphrodisia puts the garbage can over the head and arms of Jeff Thomas. Burst - What is she gonna do here! Aph reaches down, picking up a metal baseball bat. She swings, hitting the garbage can around Thomas. He falls to both knees, and Aphrodisia smacks the other side of the can. Thomas isn't moving at all and Aphrodisia drops the bat, jumps into the air and nails a front dropkick on the can, knocking Thomas onto his back. Aph removes the trash can from his body and pins him, hooking the leg...1...2...kickout by Thomas! Falcoon - Whoa! I didn't think he'd be able to get up from that one! Burst - I had 10-1 odds he wouldn't move again. Aphrodisia gets frustrated and stands up. She reaches down, and pulls Thomas up to his feet. She pushes him back into the corner, where she unleashes a barrage of rights and lefts. Thomas absorbs the blows, then grabs the head of Aphrodisia. He throws her into the corner, and starts to lay into her with rights and lefts. He pulls her off the corner, and hooks her up for a suplex. He holds her up in the air for a few seconds before bringing her down with a sharp brain buster. The move took a lot out of both competitors, as they both lay in the ring. Thomas starts to move first, as he lays his arm across the chest of Aphrodisia...1...2...kickout by Aphrodisia! Thomas is now the one frustrated as he grabs Aphrodisia by the hair and throws her back into the same corner. He grabs her around the waist and lifts her to a sitting position on the top rope. Kissens - I think he's going to try a Brainbuster from the top! Falcoon - That would surely end it all for Aphrodisia! He starts to climb up, as Aphrodisia gets up to her feet on the top rope. Both lock up on the top rope and Thomas sets Aphrodisia up for a suplex. Kissens - Told ya! Aphrodisia strikes him in the stomach twice, then nails him with a hard knee to the sternum. Thomas falls backwards, cracking his head on the side of the ironing board again. He lays near the corner that Aphrodisia stands on. Falcoon - Complete reversal of momentum here! She jumps off, nailing the French Kiss, 450 splash. She immediately makes the cover...1...2...3! Missy Janson - Your winner and STILL OWF PUBLIC DISPLAY OF AGGRESSION CHAMPION...APHRODIIISIAAA JORRRDAN! Falcoon - Aph pulls away with another victory over Thomas! Kissens - Aph you lucky bitch! You won tonight and you're gonna go home with Draco! Burst - This.. Is why we shouldnt have female commentators! Falcoon - Especially a horn ball like Jackie. Kissens - I am kind of a horn ball! We cut backstage where Alexis Cage has her arms wrapped around Kaige's neck from behind. Alexis Cage - Follow your heart Corbin. He nods as she releases her grip and watches him walk away. The camera's fade away as a tear rolls down her cheek. Kissens - Think of the impact this will have on Alexis if Kaige loses tonight! Falcoon - You can't feel sorry for them! Honestly! Those two are as vicious as they come! Kissens - But they are human beings and nobody deserves a loser leaves match! The fans stay silent, as they realize they will never see one of the two superstars in the next match again. Missy Janson - The next match is a Loser Leaves Town Last Man Standing Match. Only way to win is to knock your opponent out for ten seconds. Loser leaves OWF. Coming to the ring first, from Dallas, Texas...Kaaaaige! Meaning Of Life By Disturbed is heard over the PA System... I wanna get psycho Kaige walks out to a decent pop from the crowd as they start small mosh pits along the arena floor. Need to get psycho On the way to the ring Kaige hops the barriers and joins a small crowd in a mosh pit and starts to push fans around. He exits the mosh pit, jumps back over the barriers and enters the ring jumping up on the turnbuckle signaling to the crowd to get louder Burst - This could be the last time we see Kaige! Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Whitesboro, New York...Draaaaco! The lights in the arena are turned up. Turning into bright whites spots leaving the audience blinded. The lights surrounding the entranceway are doing the same, but instead of bright white they are an intense red shade. The screen comes to life with static as the PA system plays a low hum, almost like a feedback noise. The noise continues on and on. Finally, the screen flickers to life. A solid black screen with one word. The word looks to be written in puddles of blood. ...Suffer... A high pitched distorted guitar starts to play over the low hum. Playing droning notes. Again and again. Soon a bass and drums join in. All heavy, but the high pitched distorted guitar still playing over them all. The top of the screen shows blood starting to rain down the screen. Soon it covers the lettering and the whole screen is a blood red screen. Your words are a scalpel The image of blood still remains. Something seems to be coming closer from underneath the blood. Rising to the surface. An image of OWF's own Draco holding a title above his head. His body bloodied and broken. It is the Network Title. Another clip shows Draco in much the same bloodied state holding the OWF World Title. The music starts to get harder as the two images start to flicker to life. The videos are grainy and look as if you are peering at them through a thin layer of blood. SUFFER!
As the last two words are screamed through the PA a series of explosions rip from either side of the stage in a synchronized motion to the center in front of the entrance way. The explosions slowly getting bigger until the last. A figure is seen in the middle of the entrance as the explosion erupts. The man has his head down and his arms out hanging at his side. Thick clouds of smoke from the pyrotechnics hang in the air as the heavy rock music continues. Broken as I seem to be The smoke starts to clear and Draco is seen standing there with his head still down. The ash and soot covering his shoulders and face. He looks up towards the ring showing his icy blue eyes. His wrists taped as they normally are. His scarred chest is somewhat hard to look at, but his eyes remain focus. He starts to walk toward the ring with no showmanship, no act, nothing, but a mission in his head...to make his opponent suffer. ...suffer... A low whisper is heard through the rock music. Draco stands in front of the ring just staring at it. He slides into the ring as the PA sends a low roar, almost demonic speaking that one word. SUFFER! Draco stands in the ring as the lights start to fade back down to their normal non-blinding state. Draco stands there still half covered in the soot and char from the explosions of his entrance. The music slowly dies off as Draco stands ready for the bell. Falcoon - Or the last time we see Draco, for that maatter! (Ding, Ding, Ding...) The fans come to life, exploding as the two men circle each other. They quickly lock up in the middle of the ring, with Draco gaining the advantage. He takes Kaige down with a hiptoss, following directly with a leg drop across the throat of the fallen Kaige. Draco is quick to get back to his feet, followed closely by Kaige. Draco attempts a clothesline as Kaige stands, but he is able to duck under the strike attempt. When Draco turns around, Kaige nails him with a clothesline of his own, sending him down to the mat. Kaige quickly hops to his feet, awaiting Draco to regain his footing. Once he does, Kaige charges and tackles Draco through the ropes with a spear to the outside. Both men crash down to the cement floor, but continue to nail each other with rights and lefts as they roll on the ground. Eventually, Kaige mounts Draco and is able to nail three hard hitting closed fist punches, bloodying the former World Champ. Kissens - Looks like we have the first advantage of the match. Kaige steps up off of Draco, before he reaches under the apron of the ring. From there, he pulls out his trusty Kendo Stick. He holds it with both hands as Draco gets up to one knee, holding onto the side of the ring for balance. Kaige winds up and smacks Draco right between the eyes with the Kendo Stick, sending him down to the cold cement floor yet again. Draco's gash is now wide open, and bleeding at a steady pace while Kaige reaches down an grabs Draco by his hair. He drags him up to his unsure feet, leaning him up against the steel ring post. Kaige backs up, and once again rears the Kendo Stick back. He gains a full head of steam and swings the stick at Draco's head. Fortunately, Draco is able to duck out of the precarious position he was in at the last second. Kaige misses with the kendo stick and shatters it into many sharp bamboo pieces across the steel ring post. Burst - Close call for Draco. Falcoon - I'd say. Kaige nearly took his head off wiith that wild swing. Draco pulls himself up to his feet facing away from Kaige, as Kaige drops what's left of the Kendo Stick. When Kaige turns around, Draco jumps into the air and nails a HUGE pele kick to the side of Kaige's face, flipping him forward onto his back. Kaige rolls on the ground, holding the side of his head while Draco is able to use the announcers table to pull himself back up to his feet. The referee looks down at Kaige, and starts the ten count. 1...2...3... Kaige rolls over onto all fours, placing his arms in a push up position. 4...5...6... He pushes himself up to his feet, ending the count. As soon as he gets up, he is tackled by Draco over the guardrail and out into the crowd. Kissens - Looks like these two are getting up close and personal with the fans. The referee follows them over the guardrail as both men land on top of the laps of a group of teenage boys. The fans love it as Kaige and Draco continue to pummel each other with everything they've got. Eventually, they roll off the fans and down into the aisle. Draco is able to mount Kaige, and slam his head backwards into the cement, which stuns him pretty badly. Draco pushes himself to his feet, where he sees Kaige getting to his feet. Draco turns, and yells something at one of the fans they landed on. The fan reaches down, picking up his steel folding chair and folding it up. Draco motions for him to give it to him and the fan obliges him. Draco grabs the chair, just in time to turn around and slam it across the shoulder blades of Kaige, knocking him down to the ground again. The fans cheer loudly as Draco throws the chair down onto the head of the prone Kaige, as blood starts to flow from his mouth. The referee again starts the ten count. 1...2...3... Kaige starts to move slowly, as he crawls away from Draco and towards one of the steel bannisters. 4...5...6... He grabs the top bannister, starting to use it to pull himself up. 7...8... He is about to his feet when Draco comes by and swiftly soccer kicks Kaige in the elbows, breaking his grasp on the bannister and sending him back to the ground. The referee warns Draco, pushing him backwards away from Kaige as he holds both of his arms, but is starting to make his way to his feet. Burst - The referee has to restart the count now!< Kissens - I think Draco had the win, if he would havve just been patient for two more seconds. Falcoon - That would have been a rational decision.< Burst - Rational? Draco? That's the biggest oxymorron I've ever heard. 1...2...3... Kaige uses one of the backs of a fan's steel chair, and gets to his feet. He shakes off the pain in his arms, as Draco nails him with a right elbow that staggers him backwards, deeper in the crowd. The fans are all on their feet as Kaige and Draco go toe to toe down the aisle. Eventually, they get behind the seats, to where the backstage entrances and the PA System is located- right next to the OWF-Tron. Burst - These guys are fighting all over Rhode Islland, tonight! Draco gets pushed headfirst into a stack of road boxes by Kaige, sending him down to the ground. The referee is right behind the two men, as Kaige wastes no time in grabbing Draco by the hair and dragging him past the OWFWrestling.com Webcast Station which has two tables set up. Kaige ends up rolling him up the side of the steel entrance ramp, and he follows right behind. Kaige gets right to his feet, pulling Draco up as well. He scoops Draco up into a powerslam position. He runs up the ramp and slams Draco back first into the glass set, sending both men through two sheets of glass. They lay bloody, as the referee counts for both men. 1...2...3... Falcoon - If this is a draw, are they both gone? Kissens - I'd think they'd be saved. 4...5...6... Burst - I don't know! The two men start to move around, as Kaige is the first to get to one knee, ending the count for him. 7... Draco grabs onto the pants of Kaige, pulling himself up to his knees. 8... Draco stands up, as Kaige head butts him. Draco stumbles backwards, dazed a bit as Kaige attempts to charge Draco through another pane glass. Instead, Draco reverses Kaige and nails a huge overhead belly to belly suplex through a glass pane. The fans go nuts as Kaige lays even more bloodied at this point, glass sticking out of his skin in many places. The referee starts to count for him as Draco is able to pull himself up to his feet. Falcoon - I think Kaige is done. 1...2...3... Burst - I wouldn't be shocked. Kaige starts to roll over. 4...5...6... Burst - Now I'm shocked. How is he moving, much leess, getting up? Kaige pushes himself up to all fours. 7...8...9... He gets up to his feet at the last second. Both men look exhausted badly, as they lock up on the side of the steel ramp. They tassle for a few seconds, coming dangerously to the edge of the stage. Kaige eventually gains the leverage, kneeing Draco in the solar plexus, knocking the wind out of him. He tucks Dracos head to the side, grabbing him around the waist for what seems like a gutwrench powerbomb. Draco is able to grab Kaige's leg, blocking the hold. He lowblows Kaige, who falls to his knees. Draco nails him with a swift side kick to the face, knocking him out on his knees. Draco sits Kaige on the edge of the steel ramp stage, with his back to the edge. Draco looks out to the fans, then down below to the tables of the OWFWrestling.com Webteam. Burst - What is he doing! Draco jumps up, wrapping his legs around Kaige's head tightly. He swings backwards, flipping Kaige backwards off the stage. Falcoon - MY GOD! MY GOD! The OWF Webteam runs from their tables as Draco nails The Hellacious on Kaige, slamming him head first through the two tables. The fans are going nuts as Kaige is out cold. The referee starts the ten count, for both men. Kissens - He just nailed The Hellacious on Kaige! 1...2...3... Draco starts to move, using the broken tables to push himself up to his feet. Burst - Draco is up! Falcoon - And Kaige isn't moving very much! 4...5...6... Kissens - Looks like this is over! Kaige rolls over onto his stomach, but he is bleeding heavily. He isn't making any progress as he flops around on the ground. 7...8... Burst - Kaige is fighting! 9... Kaige gets up to one knee. ...10! Falcoon - That's it! Kissens - Wow. Missy Janson - Your winner....DRACO!! Burst - Kaige is gone! Kaige pulls himself up to his feet very slowly. He climbs up the side of the ramp, rolling onto it and pushing himself up to his feet. He is in a lot of pain, so he he slowly starts to hobble up the ramp as the fans boo him loudly. They start a "You suck! You suck!" chant, pelting him with garbage of all sorts as he exits the OWF arena for the last time. He looks out over the fans, who boo him loud again before he disappears behind the curtains. Kissens - That's just rude! Come on! Have some fucking heart people! The man made this place what it is today! Falcoon - And stepped on people to get there! Kissens - It's a cut throat business! Burst - SHUT UP! Giving me a god damn headache! We cut backstage to a lockerroom door. It bursts open and Alexis Cage runs out in a panic... Alexis Cage - Have you seen Trent? Camera Man - Nope... Alexis Cage - SHIITTT! We fade back to ringside for hour 3.
Missy Janson - The next matchup is scheduled for a one-fall and is for the OWF Network Championship! Coming to the ring first, the challenger. He is the current Number One Contender to the OWF Championship, Seeeeraph! The three loud dongs are heard blistering across the arena as the lights dim to a cloud of darkness. The music blares out as Seraph steps out from behid the curtain, looking down to the ring with a smirk drawn across his face and a glare in his eyesthat airs pure arrogance and ego. He sniffles his nose in displeasure as he makes his way slowly down the ramp. The smirk still plastered across his face firmly as ever. The lights of camera's begin to flash periodically as he walks down the ramp way toward the squared circle. He slowly makes his way up the steel steps and takes his first step onto the cold mattress. The crowd's silence is lifted with a cheer of boo's over-powering the music that descends into the arena. He stands in the centre of the ring with his eyes flickering around the arena, the smirk grows larger as the light begin to turn on fully. He lowers his head and looks upwards toward the ramp, with the smirk still fixated upon his face. Falcoon - Will Seraph be not only the number one contender to the World Title, but also the Network Champion tonight? Burst - Uhhh, yeaaah. Kissens - I like the champ, still. Missy Janson - And his opponent, hailing from Love Valley, North Carolina. He is the OWF Network Champion, here is Dude JoB! "OWF Presents" DUDE JOB "Scream" by Billy Idol starts to play as tye dye smoke shoots up from the entrance way as Dude JoB emerges from the smoke. His eyes focused but his mouth keeping a psychotic smirk on it. The fans boo or cheer for him, and he does care but he doesn't show it. He gets halfway down the rampway before he produces a tye dye bandana and wraps it around his head to keep the hair out of his eyes. He then walks down to the ring and leaps in, he poses for the crowd for a moment before signaling to the referee that he is ready to begin. Falcoon - Here we go. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Seraph is quick to go on the attack. Without a second of hesitation, he takes Dude JoB down with a huge jumping clothesline. DJ is quick to get back to his feet, but he is taken right back down with a leg sweep from Seraph. Seraph is quick to pounce on the champion, laying closed fist after closed fist to the forehead of DJ. The referee pulls Seraph off of him. Seraph stands up, only to punt DJ in the ribs, knocking him out of the ring. DJ holds his stomach as Seraph steps through the ropes, the referee starts to count for the ring out...1...2...3...Seraph reaches down, grabbing Dude JoB by the hair and his tights...4...5...6...He throws DJ as hard as he can shoulder first into the steel steps, sending them flying as Dude JoB can only hold his head and kick his legs in anguish...7...8...Seraph rolls in, then out of the ring- breaking the count. Burst - Smart move by the challenger. 1...2...3...The referee resumes the count as Seraph pulls DJ to his feet by his hair, then rolls him into the ring. He follows him in right after, covering him as he hooks the leg. The referee drops into place...1...2..kickout by Dude JoB. Falcoon - The champion is still resiliant in what iss his greatest challenge to date. Seraph slowly pulls himself up, leaning up against the nearest turnbuckle. He pushes himself up to the second rope, where he jumps off. He attempts a front elbow drop to the face, but Dude JoB gets a boot up. He connects with Seraph's jaw, sending him to the mat in a daze. The fans cheer loudly as Dude JoB gets to his feet, and crouches down. He lays in wait for Seraph to stand, as he sneaks up behind him. He grabs him in a reverse waist lock, attempting a German Suplex it seems. He pulls Seraph back towards the corner. Kissens - He's gonna attempt that "No Bitch" German Suplex into the corner, move. Burst - That was...profound. Seraph is able to throw two elbows backwards, connecting with the head of Dude JoB. Seraph pushes backwards, slamming DJ backfirst into the corner. While pressed in the corner, DJ is able to grab a variation of the sleeper hold on Seraph. He hooks his legs around Seraph, and locks the sleeper on tightly. Seraph walks around the ring, looking for a way out as he flails his arms in every which direction. Seraph makes it to the corner, where he grabs onto the ropes. DJ refuses to let go, and Seraph reacts. He starts to climb up the turnbuckle, facing the crowd with DJ on his back- sleeper still intact. Burst - What is..I hate asking this shit. Falcoon - This has been a night of high stakes... Kissens - And Seraph is raising the ante, it seems! He gets up to the top rope, before he falls backwards into the ring, slamming DJ down hard on his back. Both men get a lot taken out of them from the fall as they both roll around on the mat. The fans are cheering loudly as neither man seems to have an advantage at this point. Seraph gets up to his feet first, and he grabs the head of Dude JoB. He tucks it between his legs and hooks his arms in a butterfly position. Kissens - He's going for the Oblivion Pedigree! Dude JoB reacts quickly, freeing his arms and back body dropping Seraph over his head and down to the mat. Dude JoB quickly picks Seraph up, who is barely able to stand up. He rears back and nails a right elbow to the sterum of Seraph. He follows it up with a left palm to the heart. Kissens - I've seen this combo before. Burst - DJ is well known for it, he calls it Fatal Fury! He steps back, before lunging forward and nailing a left elbow to the gut of Seraph. He bends over, nearly falling on his face. Just then, DJ nails a right elbow to back of neck followed by a leg drop, completing the combination. Falcoon - I don't think Seraph can get up from this! Dude JoB rolls Seraph over, hooking the leg as he makes the pin...1...2...kickout by Seraph! Burst - Wow, Seraph wants this bad. DJ stands up, squaring Seraph off with the corner as he lays on the mat. Dude JoB jumps to the top rope looking down at Seraph who is still motionless. Falcoon - DJ trying to end it, again! Kissens - Probably with the JoB Terminator! He turns around, and he jumps off, executing a flawless shooting star press into a Swanton Bomb in mid-air. Burst - He missed! Seraph moved! DJ connects with the mat hard, as Seraph moves at the last second. DJ is down on the mat, as Seraph wastes no time. He picks DJ up, kicking him in the midsection and tucking his head between his legs again. He butterflies DJ's arms and nails the Oblivion pedigree on Dude JoB in the middle of the ring. He rolls him over as the fans begin to boo. Falcoon - Oblivion! That's it! The referee slides into place as Seraph collapses ontop of DJ...1...2...3! Missy Janson - Your winner...and...NEW OWF NETWORK CHAMPION...SEEEERAPH! Burst - Another huge win by Seraph. Kissens - I don't know if this guy can be beat. Falcoon - We're gonna find out soon enough, I'm suree. We cut backstage once more where Kaige climbs into a silver jeep wrangler. The fans cheer as they watch him throw it in reverse and back out. He takes one last look at the arena parking lot then shouts: Kaige - THANK FUCKING GOD! His tires squeel as he peals out of the parking lot and jets off down the road. Falcoon - That is the last time we'll see that man in our building! Kissens - He looked happy! Burst - Why won't anyone take me with them?! We cut backstage once more as Chase Roberts and Alexis Cage are seen trying to be incognito by a consession stands. Alexis Cage - Anything you want.. I just need back up! Chase - We'll bargain later. Do we have a deal? Alexis looks around, somewhat worried as she sighs and nods her head. Alexis Cage - Deal. Kissens - That's like selling your soul! Falcoon - Like she has a soul! Burst - Gotta do something since Kaige isn't here. Chase walks away as Alexis looks down to a small heart shaped necklace. She grasps it and grins while looking down at it. Alexis Cage - This one's for you Kaige.... We fade back to the ring.... Missy Janson - The following match is your MAIN EVENT! The fans all stand up to their feet in anticipation. Falcoon - Can you feel the electricity in the arena Nick? Burst - No, but I know it's there- otherwise we woouldn't have lighting! Kissens - God, he's dumb. Missy Janson - It is scheduled for a one-fall and is for both the WoW Championship and the OWF World Heavyweight Championship! The fans let out a thunderous cheer. Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, she is the WoW Champion, hailing from Phoenix, Arizona...ALEXIIIIIS CAAAAGE! A blistering chill floats through the crowd as the lights dim and a soft voice follows. PA System - It's these substandard motels on the (lalalalala) corner of 4th and Fremont.. Street. Just then a hard drum slam comes across and the dimmed lights flicker once. PA System - Appealing only because they are just that un-appealing. Suddenly a bass drum comes into play pounding at each half second as each word of "Build God, Then We'll Talk" By Panic At The Disco leaks out over the crowd. PA System - Any practiced catholic would cross themselves upon entering.. The lights continue to strobe around the arena, fading out with each hit of the bass drum, they look for something as the fans rise to their feet. PA System - The rooms have a hint of asbestos and maybe just a dash of formaldehyde! The fans scream as you see a figure emerge on the side of the OWF tron, it's kneeled down as the flashing and pulsing spotlights continue to search.. PA System - And the habit of decomposing right before your very (lalalala) eyes.... The spotlight dies and everything is silent in the arena, all but the sounds of cheering fans. Seconds pass before the spotlight returns on the side of the OWFtron nearly 10 foot in the air to show Alexis Cage standing with her arms in the air. ...Along with the people inside Suddenly Alexis drops down from the OWF-tron letting her skirt float up over her hips on the way down. He lands on the stage and screams "YEAH!" while throwing a fist into the air. The fans get more excited by the second! The arena lights back up as the theme continues to play on her way down to the ring. Tonight tenants range from: a lawyer and a
virgin She slides into the ring face first then leaps to her feet then instantly runs to the top turnbuckle leaping straight to it. And not to mention, the constable, and his
proposition, for that "virgin" Along with the people inside The sound fades away as she hops down from the turnbuckle and prepares herself for her match. Burst - Undoubtedly the biggest match of her careeer. Falcoon - For sure, and she's been in some epic matcches in her short career. Kissens - Shhh, it's time for the Champ! Missy Janson - And her opponent....... 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 - He is the longest reigning OWF World Heavyweight Champion in it's nine year history...fighting out of Smithtown, New York, AAAAAANGEL! 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 - It's time for the match we've all been waiiting for! Kissens - Both champions are in their corners! The referee takes the WoW Title Belt from Alexis and holds by it's strap in his right hand. He walks across the ring, taking the OWF Title Belt from Angel and holding it by it's strap in his left hand. He walks to the center of the ring and holds both belts up high, as both competitors look at the Championships. Falcoon - That's what it is all about tonight! Kissens - The most prestigious singles belts in bothh the male and womens divisions of professional wrestling... (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Burst - ..And we're off! Falcoon - The first match up, one on one, between anny WoW and OWF Champions! The two competitors are slow to lock up, as they measure each other up from across the ring. Slowly, they both walk to the center of the ring. Angel has a confident smirk on his face, while Alexis looks concentrated on the man in front of her. The fans are shaking the entire arena with their cheers. Kissens - I can't tell who the fans are backing heree! Burst - It's about 50/50 here in the arena. Alexis rears back, unleashing a thunderous bitchslap across the face of Angel. He stumbles backwards, checking his lip which is bleeding slightly. He laughs, and attempts a haymaker on Alexis. She ducks, swooping under his wild right hand and hooking him between his legs, rolling him backwards, and locking him in the school boy pinning combination. Falcoon - IT COULD BE OVER! 1...2...thr- kickout by Angel! Burst - Whewww, we almost had a woman as our worldd champ Gunther. I'd rather have a woman President before a woman OWF Champion! Kissens - You're so sexist! Burst - Awl, thanks, I knew this new sweater wouldd attract the ladies! Just didn't know it'd be the slutty, jungle-fever infected ones. Angel gets up to his feet, attempting a clothesline which Alexis ducks again. She chop-blocks Angel's knee, sending him down to the mat. Cage wastes no time, pouncing on the recovering Angel and locking him in a deep headlock. Angel is able to quickly make it to his feet, where he lifts Alexis up and nails her down with a high angle back suplex. She keeps the hold locked on tight, as Angel starts to lose the flow of blood to hsi brain. He rolls to a sitting position, before pushing himself up to his feet once again, where he nails another high angle back suplex on Alexis. This one stuns Cage, but again she doesn't release the hold. Angel, his face beet red, again pulls himself up to his feet. As he stands, he starts to look weak as he gasps for air. Just then, he gets his second wind and charges towards the corner with Alexis. She counters, jumping up to the top rope while still holding on to the head of Angel. In a last ditch effort, Angel climbs to the second rope and he falls backwards. He nails a high-impact high angle back suplex from the second rope on Alexis, which loosens her grip enough for him to get free. Burst - That finally broke the hold! Falcoon - And nearly her damn neck in the process! Burst - Pftttt, poor Alexis. Angel grabs onto the second rope, using it to pull himself up to his feet. He looks down at Alexis, who has rolled over onto her hands and knees. Angel charges her, nailing a huge soccer kick to her stomach. She flips over onto her back, grabbing her midsection in extreme pain. Angel wastes no time, grabbing her by her thick brown hair and lifting her up to a standing position infront of him. He pushes her backwards up against the turnbuckle where he knocks the wind right out of her lungs with a huge knife-edge chop. "WHOO" The fans yell out the well known word, made famous by Ric Flair as Alexis falls down to a sitting position in the corner. Angel lifts his leg, and starts to choke Alexis in the corner. The referee tries to pry Angel off of her, but he won't budge. He starts a manditory five count to break the hold...1...2...3...4...Angel removes his foot just before the referee disqualifies him. Angel backs off as the referee warns him, while Alexis grabs her throat while she gasps for air. While she recovers, Angel pushes the referee to the side and he runs full steam at the still seated Alexis. He knees her directly in the face, sending blood spurting from her nose down across her shirt and onto the mat. Angel backs up as Alexis lays on the mat covering her face as she feels the intense pounding of pain across the bridge of her nose. Burst - Angel just broke Alexis' nose! A puddle of blood forms around her head, while Angel gloats in the ring a bit. When he stops showboating, he walks over to the head of Alexis, grabbing her by her hair and lifting her to knees. She thrusts her hands up, putting her bloody fingers right into the eyes of Angel. He is temporarily blinded by her blood. Kissens - Ew! Burst - You said it! Angel probably has AIDS now, on top of being gay. Falcoon - NICK! Burst - You're right, Gumby. How insensitive of mee- if he's gay, then he definitely has AIDS. Falcoon - OH GOD.. Burst - Whaaat! Kissens - Hey, look! Jackie interrupts the silence, as Alexis jumps to her feet infront of the blinded Angel, and immediately places her hands on his shoulders. She uses them to springboard up and wrap her legs around his head, attempting a hurracanrana. She swings backwards, but Angel catches her by her arms before she can execute the move. In an incredible sign of strength, Angel lifts Alexis up by her arms in a crucifix position, and sliding her to a Razor's Edge position. He falls forwards, nailing Angel's Redemption right before he rolls Alexis up tight.. Burst - YES, your winner... 1... Burst - ...and still champ, the male wrestler in tthis match... 2... Burst - Annnng- THRE- ROPE BREAK! At the last possible second, Alexis grabs onto the bottom rope with her right hand. The fans don't know how to react, and neither does Angel. Burst immediately chimes in with.. Burst - WHAT, NO! Falcoon - I don't believe it! Kissens - How'd she do that, Gordie? Falcoon - Uh...she... Burst - Used black magic! Kissens - ...WHAT! Burst - You know, black magic; voo-doo; she put a spell on Angel! Kissens - That joke sucked. Burst - Just like your mom last night! Falcoon - Ooooh, rebound AND good! Angel stares out into the crowd as Alexis still holds onto the bottom rope. The referee tells Angel to release the pin fully, and he does so. He stands up to the ring, almost looking lost. He shakes this feeling off as he walks to Cage, who is on the mat, grabbing her by her hair and lifting her to her feet. She stumbles a bit, as Angel hooks her up for a suplex. He picks her up, bringing her up 180 degrees into the air in a suplex position. He walks around the ring, holding Alexis up for what seems like an eternity. Falcoon - That's enough, Angel! Blood pours down Alexis' face and into her hair. The blood beads off, dripping downwards onto the forehead of Angel as again he is partially blinded when a mixture of her blood and his sweat finds his eyes again. Alexis comes to her senses, and she starts to fall to her face, but she turns around at the last second. She grabs the head of Angel, facing away from him, over her shoulder with him facing the mat. She nails a reversal style Uncaged diamond cutter on Angel, as both competitors hit the mat hard. The fans all get to their feet after the move they just witnessed. Alexis seems just as hurt as Angel from the move, after falling about 6 feet straight down onto her spine. Kissens - HOW DID SHE DO IT, GORDIE! Falcoon - Jesus christ, I don't know! ... Anything to add Nick? There is Silence as both wrestlers lay in the ring as the referee checks on them, and refuses to administer a ten-count. Falcoon - Nick? Burst - .....Hello? Yeah Rick, I wanna change my bet ... What do you mean the robin has left the nest? ... What do you mean the fix is in? ... Who the hell is Bobby J. Winkle? Falcoon - NICK! Burst - Oh, um, HI!....Hold on guys, I'm on the phone ... Sorry, but I want 15 on Alexis now ... Thanks Rick ... Nick puts away his cell phone. Kissens - Someone's gonna get fireeeeddd for Gambling! Burst - Shut up, or I'll cut you, slut. So, no ten count! Both wrestlers start to get to their feet, slowly. Falcoon - Yeah, the referee has indicated that there WILL be a winner. Burst - Insert ASW Joke here? Kissens - Yep. Falcoon - You got it. Alexis gets to her feet first, followed right by Angel. She charges at him, attempting a jumping lariat. Angel grabs her under her arm, and nails a huge flying rock-bottom on top of her neck. She grabs the back of her head, as the blood starts to dry over her face. Angel falls onto the ropes, holding himself up. He waits for Alexis to get to one knee, before he charges at her with all his might. Easily, she slides to the side and executes a textbook drop toe hold that chokes Angel on the second rope. As Angel coughs, gasping for air, Alexis takes this time to get to her feet and recover a bit before attacking. She hooks her arms on the top rope, breathing deeply, before calming down as Angel has pulled himself to his feet. She runs right at him, but Angel ducks, delivering a back body drop over the top rope. Alexis grasps onto the top rope by her fingertips and lands on the outside apron. She waits for Angel to turn around, before she slingshots to the top rope, flipping frontwards and nailing a huge backflip dropkick to Angel, which produces a gash across his left eyebrow. He falls to the mat, holding his face as Alexis starts to get an adrenaline rush. She picks herself up, and grabs the hair of Angel. She pulls him up to his feet, where she grabs his head in a diamond cutter position. Kissens - She's going for Uncaged, again! Falcoon - If she nails this, it's over for sure Nick. I don't think Angel could kick out, now. Instead, she runs towards the corner, attempting an Acid Drop. Burst - What's this, a variation of Uncaged? She jumps to the top rope, swinging out into the middle of the ring still holding onto Angel's head. As she pushes off the top rope, though, Angel regains leverage and holds her up high in the ring by her waist. Her back is to him as Angel walks her across the ring. Falcoon - Nick, watch out! Angel throws Alexis over the top rope and through the announcers table right infront of the three announcers. Burst - AHHHHH- *STATIC* The announcers feed cuts out as Alexis lay amongst the broken shards of wooden table and the monitors ontop of the cold concrete floor. She lays motionless as Angel hangs over the top rope looking down at Alexis as he tries to regain his composure after his adrenaline rush stopped. The three announcers move over to the spanish announce table, where they kick out Mucho Grasa and No Hablo Ingles. The fans chant, "Get a job! Get a job!" as the two mexicans leave ringside. Kissens is left out for the time being, as the two men kick back in, mid-sentence. Burst - -- esting, 1...2...3...Okay! Falcoon - We're back. Burst - Minus Kissens. Falcoon - Angel's around and Kissens is missing, I just got deja vu. Burst - Me too. Falcoon - Fans, Alexis Cage is out cold at ringside. It looks as if Angel has now destroyed two consecutive challengers, in two consecutive pay per views. The referee gets out of the ring, to check on Alexis. Angel gets out of the ring at the same time. The referee looks at Angel, who out of nowhere clocks the referee right in the temple with a huge right. The fans look stunned, as they don't know what just happened. Falcoon - What!? Burst - I think Angel thought the referee was going to call the match like happened with Williams! Falcoon - Wow Nick, you're right. Burst - See, I'm smart and stuff! Falcoon - I guess the referee can't really call a DQ now, either, since he decided no ten-counts. Burst - See, you're smart and stuff, too! Angel grabs the lifeless body of Alexis and rolls her into the ring. She starts to crawl at this point, attempting to get to the ropes to pull herself up. Angel walks over to Missy Janson, and pushes her off of her chair. He grabs the steel chair and folds it up, sliding it into the ring. He follows in right after, picking up the steel chair and waiting for Cage to stand. Falcoon - I don't know if I can watch this. Alexis finally gets to the top rope, pulling herself up to her wobbly feet. She turns around, only to be absolutely obliterated by a chair shot courtesy of Angel. Burst - MY, GOD! Alexis starts to bleed heavily from the forehead as she lays motionless on the mat. Angel holds the severely bent chair in the air before tossing it to the outside. Angel walks over to the corner, and leans back, looking down at Alexis who seems to have no fight left in her. She starts to move slowly, again crawling to the ropes where she holds on to the bottom one in a sitting position. Just then, AnaStasia walks slowly down the ramp. She smiles as Alexis looks to the entrance ramp, holding onto the ropes. Falcoon - What is she doing here? Burst - Rick! Hey! Yeah, that bet I put in for Alexis ... Cancel it! ... You got that! ... Listen pal, you know I'm good for it! Falcoon - NICK! Burst - Shit, gotta go! She gets down to the ring, going to the ring announcers table. She grabs the WoW Championship, and starts to walk back towards the ramp. Burst - Where is she going?! Ana stares at Alexis, and smiles. She motions that the belt belongs to her, and she then rears the belt back. Just then, from over the railing hops Chase Roberts. She tackles Ana to the ground, unleashing a fury of punches to her on the ground. The two women roll around on the outside before security runs down, seperating the two and taking them to the back. Falcoon - Roberts came through! Kissens then rejoins the booth. Kissens - Hey guys! Burst - Ugh, you. Angel picks Cage up by her hair, as he grows tired of waiting. He hooks her up for a suplex, but he hooks her leg in a fishermans suplex position. He lifts her up, holding her cradled on her shoulder. He walks towards the ropes, where he tosses her legs down onto the top rope, which bounce her up as Angel slams her down. The force from the ropes makes for a devastating fishermans brain buster. At this point the referee pulls himself up into the ring, and uses the ropes to get to one knee. Angel picks up Alexis again, sending her towards the ropes with an irish whip. She bounces off the ropes, and runs back at him. Angel grabs her, picking her up in a tilt-a-whirl and grabbing her into a tombstone piledriver position. Kissens - He's gonna nail Angel's Holocaust! Burst - And make me a rich man! Alexis kicks her legs, throwing Angel off balance. She is able to put her feet onto the top rope, pushing off with enough force to send Angel flipping forward as Alexis nails a flipping screwdriver, sit out tombstone piledriver, on Angel. Falcoon - ANGEL'S HOLOCAUST ON ANGEL! The fans go nuts, even though Alexis is hated by most of them. Burst - Rick, last time ... That Alexis bet is on ... Thanks buddy, I owe you. Nick hangs up the phone. Burst - GO ALEXIS! Kissens - If she can only make the cover, she has this won! Both of them lay in the middle of the ring, Alexis rolls over, placing her arm over the chest of Angel...The referee slides into place...1...2...kickout by Angel! Burst - GAHHH, so close! The two of them lay in the middle of the ring, gasping for air. At about the same time, they both start to fight off the sluggishness and get up to their feet. Angel gets to one knee, placing his hand on the mat for support as he pushes himself up into a standing position leaning on the rope. Alexis crawls up from all fours, using the opposite set ropes for balance. They both turn, looking at each other from across the ring, both seeing the other trying to shake off the rust. They both stand on their own, squaring off as they walk to the center of the ring. They both wear crimson masks of their own blood, as they stare into each others eyes. Angel throws the first punch, connecting with the jaw of Alexis. She falls to one knee, before rising up and throwing a left of her own which sends Angel down to one knee. He throws another right, which sends Alexis down to both knees. She nails a short, powerful jab to the midsection of Angel, which brings him down to two knees. The two go punch for punch now, with neither of them showing signs of letting down. They both wind up hard, connecting at the same time and knocking each other down to the mat at the same time. They both slowly pick themselves up, running on pure adrenaline at this point. Alexis gets to her feet first, charging at Angel. He ducks, but she leap frogs him and jumps to the second rope, facing the crowd. Angel gets behind her, grabbing her in a crucifix position. He quickly slams her down with Angel's Redemption, but isn't able to follow up with the pin. Falcoon - That's it! All he has to do is pin Alexis in the next millenium and he has it won! Burst - Pfttt, he'll probably kill her like he did Jesse! Kissens - He's not dead! Burst - Suuuure. Angel crawls slowly to the legs of Alexis, grabbing her left leg and hooking it for a pin. The referee drops into place...1...2...thr- KICKOUT! Falcoon - WHAT! Burst - THAT'S MY GIRL! Kissens - Again, I ask...HOW did sh- Falcoon - SHUT UP! The fans are shocked, but not as shocked as Angel. He slams the mat hard with his fist, and gets right to his feet. He picks Alexis up by the hair and sends her flying back into the corner. He charges at her, but she gets both knees up into his midsection. He doubles over down to one knee, bent over. Alexis quickly hops to the top rope, and faces Angel. Burst - What is she doing!! She jumps off the top rope, nailing a legdrop scissor kick on Angel. Falcoon - BREAKOUT! BREAKOUT! She rolls over Angel, hooking the leg as the referee slides into place...1...2...3! Burst - WHAT THE FUCKKK!!!???? Kissens - YES! An ode to Kaige!!! Burst - What the fuck!???? Falcoon - We have a new champion! Missy Janson - Here is your winner....she is...STILL WoW Champion and the....NEEEEEW OUTSIDER WRESTLING FEDERATION WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION....ALEEEXIIIIIS...CAAAAAAAGE! Burst - I'll say it again.... What the fuck!???? Falcoon - THE FIRST... THE FIRST WOMAN TO WIN THE OWF TITLE! The fans all get to their feet, applauding both competitors as the referee grabs both championship belts and hands them to Alexis. As she grabs both belts, she falls to her knees and starts to cry. She hugs both belts tightly. Falcoon - Alexis Cage has dethroned Angel! His five plus month reign has come to an end! Kissens - She has become the first woman to hold the OWF World Championship! Burst - And she made me a lot of money doing it! Alexis stands, holding both belts in the air. Kissens - HOLD THOSE BELTS PROUD, ALEXIS! YOU HAVE CERTAINLY EARNED IT! She takes in the atomsphere... Angel is outside of the ring looking in still confused as to how it happened... Alexis reaches through the ropes, calling for a mic. Alexis Cage - Huhhh.. She pauses outta breath as she receives a decent reaction from the crowd. Alexis Cage - I know... I'm gonna receive a lot of heat from the back for this! .... But Angel..... Than... A blinding light hovers over the ring.... The intense light makes it hard for anyone to see what is happening. A blur passes by Angel on the ramp as he continues towards the back. Falcoon - That's so bright! Kissens - What's going on? Burst - MY EYES! MY EYES! The microphone drops with a thud... The light finally begins to dim and it takes a few seconds for your eyes to adjust.. Falcoon - Oh my god! Is that??.... Kissens - Oh shit! Burst - Fuck! I'm outta here!!!! Alexis is laying motionless in the middle of the ring as the sick sight of Eclipse's bloody hands hover over Alexis's battered face. The camera's give a close up to Eclipse's tilted head you can sense her grin under the torrmented face as the shot slowly fades to black.
The OWFtron lights up. We see a hand knocking on a camera lens. As the camera pulls back we get a wide view of Colton Hurst and Dane Creed standing next to two covered stretchers on a bridge. Every time something moves under the cover Dane and Colton hit it with a bat and laugh. Colton - Well I guess everyone around this fucking place has their own set of rules. So I thought it was about time we started playing by our rules. See we have two simple rules that we used to live by. Now I guess it is time to bring them back. Rule Number One "Stick it to them before they stick it to you." And the other rule is even more simple. Dane - Hold on killer let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I think we need to introduce out friends here. Colton and Dane pull the covers off the stretchers and we see Trent Steel hand cuffed and chained to the stretcher. He is covered in blood. The man that Dane jumped earlier is chained to the other one. He tries to get up but Dane nails him with the bat to the side of the head. Colton and Dane look at each other and smile. They take the stretchers and push them over the side of the bridge into the water. As the are falling to the water Dane looks back at the camera. Dane - Oh Shit that is right. Rule Number Two "Rules and Bones were made to be broken." Colton - Later bitches!! The OWF logo spins and we fade to black. |
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