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-- LIVE PPV HOUR 1 -- Just as the pre-show fades out we are taken inside The Staples Center where thousands of fans are anxious in attendance. CokeKid is just leaving the ring after winning yet another match in the OWF Minor Leagues. The OWFtron flashes and the OWF Funeral of Hearts logo pops up. The fans scream and the anthem begins. Love's
the funeral of hearts... The
funeral of hearts "Funeral of Hearts" by HIM continues to play and the fans take in the atmosphere. The camera's scan through the crowd showing several different signs, the most noticable we stop on for a moment.. "Bad Mutha Fuckas Live". 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! "Brain Stew" by Green Day continues to blare over the PA system and your taken first to ringside where Gordie Falcoon is sitting next to Jackie Kissens, back to their normal work attire. Falcoon - AHOOOOO! And welcome to OWF Funeral of Hearts! We are live here in Los Angeles California at the Staples Center where just one week ago our competition had their pay per view. Kissens - Jackie Kissens here! The song your hearing right now of course is "Brain Stew" by Green Day and it's OWF President Scott "Diamond" Kidd's new theme song. Falcoon - Fits him well! Kissens - Are you trying to insinuate our President is on drugs? Falcoon - Uhh.. I... Uh... Hey CokeKid was in the ring earlier and... Kissens - Yeah dodge the question. Squirm Gordie... Your commentary days are almost up! Falcoon - As I was saying... He's interupted again as Prez DK steps out on the stage. The fans scream for the boyish charm of the prez as he heads down to ringside with a mic in his hand. Falcoon - Alright let me try this again.. CokeKid wrestled tonight and got another impressive victory over local hometown wrestler "Hollywood Bogan". Kissens - Oh oh.. Tell em about us getting sewed for saying ASW on the air. Falcoon - Aye.... Kissens - Sorry. Did I ruin your pitch? Falcoon - Kinda yeah. Forget it now.. Prez DK - Ladies and gentlemen.. Boys and Girls.. Children of all ages.. At the sake of being sewed by some crappy organization for copyright infringement I'll stop this over played gimmick. How about a cheap pop.. Man am I glad to be in Los Angeles! The ovation is average for the typical plug. He waits for the crowd to quiet down then continues. Prez DK - Alright alright... Sit down. I have a couple things to address tonight. First off, an appology to you fans that continue to watch us week after week even though we promise you matches that we can't deliver. Its a sad day in the OWF when we can't keep our promises to the crowd and have to cancel match after match because some wrestlers... Even the millionaires wanna back out of their contract. Well I'm here to tell you right now... FUCK THEM! The crowd is silent at first as Prez DK's face lights up red with emotion. Prez DK - I built this god damn place in efforts to premote GREAT wrestling and violence! And I can tell you that we will continue to deliver great matches and violence every god damn night even if I have to go to the gutter and personally train a bunch of skuzbag crack heads and pay them with rocks... We WILL please you fans. Fuck the so called superstars like Bryan Tann who turned his back on this organization because he can't handle it. The fans give a bit of a mixed reaction, still refusing to totally turn their back on the loose cannon. Prez DK - Lets call this La Verdad! The truth is people like Silkk who decide to jump to other federations, lie to me to my face about it.. Then have the FUCKING NERVE to call up my locker room and try to recruit. Silkk if your watching this.. Your trash. I made you the star you are today.. And you turned your back on me? SLEEP ON THAT TONIGHT! He screams out the words over the mic and fans applaud his honesty. Prez DK - The only wrestler that's jumping ship that I have the least bit of respect for is Daemon Hawk, because the kid has what it takes to make it in the OWF. But its his choice right? I did give open contracts to whoever wished to break them! I'll tell you this th....... PA System - Colllld.. asss.. iiiiice; you know that you are..... Colllld.. asss.. iiiiice; you're cold as ice to me! Colllld.. asss.. iiiiice.. Prez DK turns to look up the ramp as Cold As Ice by Mashed Out Posse hits over the PA. Within seconds Glacier steps out onto the stage with a mic already in his hand. Falcoon - You can't cut the prez off! Glacier - DK... Did you ever stop to think.. That maybe it's you? Glacier throws the mic down on the stage with a thud that sets the crowd into a roar. Quiet possibly the biggest mixed reaction in years from the fans. DK is speachless in the ring. Falcoon - Wow.. I definitly wouldn't have done that. Kissens - Hey it's been going around the locker room! Falcoon - So have you but I wasn't gonna say anything. Kissens - Yeah your funny... ha ha.. Dick Head. Falcoon - Say something DK! Prez DK - As I was saying.. He ignores the situation and puts it aside while he continues his announcements. Prez DK - Thursday March 8th.. Live from Edmonton, Alberta Canada.. OWF TON OF FUN! 10 wrestlers will compete for the rights to a OWF title shot ANYTIME they would like. Three lumberjacks will surround the ring, one will be the OWF champion, the other will be the WoW champion, and the third will be... revealed later. That same night.. We will host a match for the OWF title! The OWF champion will face... The WoW champion with both titles on the line. Winner takes all on the OWF network! The fans love the idea and cheer onward for the announcement. Prez DK - Now finally... I've got someone to introduce to you all. Ladies and gentlemen.. My lead consultant and your new OWF co-president... Chase Johnson! Falcoon - Finally we get to meet this guy! Kissens - I met him once in Reno. Falcoon - What? How? Kissens - It was a private meeting. Falcoon - What.... Oh..... Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! ....... so you whored out to him? Kissens - I'm easy.. What can I say? PA System - Baby you got me all wrong. And maybe i'm not at all down and out. The new black by Every Time I Die hits as Chase Johnson steps out onto the ramp. He grabs his sun glasses and pushes them on quickly before heading to the ring. Falcoon - You know what's funny.. Probably the two richest guys in this arena right here... Kissens - Ya..... Falcoon - I wanna know why they're both wearing sun glasses! The commentators begin to chuckle knowing the inside joke that might leave YOU clueless... CJ reaches the ring and climbs through the ropes, he whipes his nose with a sly motion then scratches his face before readjusting his sun glasses and taking the mic from DK. Prez CJ - You know when my old college buddy DK called me up and said "Hey Chase... I'm reopening the OWF. Wanna be a part?" ... I hung up on him. That's what everyone does! Then it hit me... I could be in the Staples Center doing an OWF pay per view.. Orrrr.. I could be up in Ottawa, Ontario Canada doing some crap production tonight. So of course I choose the place that's run by the financially and mentally unstable crack head... DK! Glad to be here OWF, I look forward to pissing these egomaniacs in the back off on a daily basis. DK nods with approval and the two exit and head for the back. Falcoon - Its about time we got to meet this guy. I was starting to think he was a figment of DK's imagination. Missy Janson - The following contest is scheduled for one fall and a submission match! Falcoon - Here we go.. Loser leaves the OWF forever! Kissens - Father Vs Son! Legend Vs Rookie! Falcoon - This all started 3 weeks ago when a young man we now know as Kaige impressed the OWF officials by jumping the guard rail and stating his feelings on Tim Slate. Kissens - Who we later found out was his own father. Missy Janson - Introducing first... From Dallas Texas... Kaige! 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. Missy Janson - And his opponent... Also from Dallas Texas... "The Iron Fist".. Tim SLATE! Unforiven by Metallica plays and the lights in the arena dim as blue and red spotlights race around the arena. Tim Slate steps out onto the stage and smoke swarms around him. He throws his right hand in the air and lighning bolt pyro shoots down infront of him. Slate walks to the ring with an evil sadistic grin on his face. Because of the mixed reactions from the crowd while walking to the ring Slate stops and talks trash to the fans and acts like he is going to backhand them. Slate steps up onto the ring apron walking slowly across it looking out into the crowd. He enters the ring by steping over the top rope. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) The ref calls for the bell and both men go in for a grapple, Slate being the more experienced, slings Kaige like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder and down to the mat with a loud thunk. Kaige rolls back up to his feet, but has his head nearly take off by a huge clothesline from Slate. Kaige tumbles down to the mat and checks his mouth for blood. Slate goes to follow up, but Kaige reaches up and smashes three punches into his fathers gut causing him to double over. Kaige raises up and smashes another uppercut to his father’s chin sending him tumbling backward into the ropes. Kaige runs forward, but Slate gets a shoulder down and flips him over the top rope. Kaige tumbles down and lands hard on the ring apron, but not wasting anytime, he hops back up to his feet in time for his father to turn around. Slate throws a punch but Kaige blocks it and grabs Slates head. He drops off the apron, guillotining it onto the top rope. Kaige laughs from ring side as his father chokes in the center of the ring. He rolls back in just as Slate has propped himself up on an elbow. Slate looks as his son smashes the sole of his boot hard into his face, a simple yet effective move. Slate rolls over onto his hands and knees, as Kaige bounces off the ropes and smashes hard into Slate’s rib cage. Falcoon - I hate the terms on this match. What a cry baby kid, can't handle his dad being around the same place as him... Slate rolls out of the ring holding onto his side. He tires to walk it off as Kaige leans over the ropes and bad mouths his old man. He must have said something harsh because Slate lunges forward and grabs his ankle and pulls him under the rope to ringside. Kaige rolls away from his father and tries to roll back in, but Slate grabs him and throws him back into the guard railing. Slate walks back towards him and smashes his face hard into it and then smashes his son hard across the face with a right hand that sends Kaige spinning. Slate grabs him and lifts him and slams down with a side slam on the cement. Kaige’s back arches up with pain as he yells out into the cavernous arena. Slate rolls away and goes for a stomp to Kaiges’s chest, but his sone quickly rolls out of the way. Slate goes for a second one, but Kaige grabs his ankle and twists him down to the ground. He quickly has his father locked into a combination between an Achilles hold and a ankle lock. Slate yells out in pain, but he eventually manages to roll over and kick Kaige off. Falcoon - These two have taken it to the max, I gotta say this is one of the best submission matches I've seen. Kissens - You like men rolling around on the mat touching each other all close... Ew! Falcoon - No I!.. Ugh... Both men roll into the ring and begin to circle and stalk each other. Kaige runs forward and attacks his old man with a series of punches and kicks that takes Slate down to a knee. Kaige grabs him by his head and DDT’s him down onto the mat. He then leaps into the air and slams down with and elbow drop onto his fathers chest/neck region. Slate slowly rolls up to his feet, but Kaige kicks him hard in the gut doubling him over. He then follows up with a gut wrench power bomb that shakes the ring from the impact. Kaige raises his arms to the crowd, trying to get a rise out of them but barely even gets noticed. All the while Slate is raising up to his feet behind his back and with a scream like a wounded rhino he charges at his son, who runs towards him as well and hits him hard with a gore. Slate flies backward and lands laying on his side at the ropes. Kaige bounces off the ropes and baseball slides into Slates chest sending him through the ropes and down to the ground with a crunch. Kaige tries once again to get the crowd onside, but all he gets is a few cheers and more boos. Kaige shrugs and then leans over the rops giving his dad the Big Fuck You with both hands. Slate moves quickly and grabs both of his sons wrists and flips him over the tope rope sending him down to the ground with a sickening crunch. Slate rolls into the ring and climbs to the top turnbuckle, signalling for the Iron Hammer. The crowd barely acknowledges him as well. Suddenly…The lights in the arena go out and a red light covers the arena, a chopped and screwed voice comes over the PA and says. "Expect Me Like You Expect Jesus To Come Back....I'm Comin" The scratching of a record is heard as if on a DJ's turntable and then more words come. "I'm the man in my city ain't nobody fuckin wit me You can ask the real niggaz and all the bad bitches." Everyone in the arena begins to look around. Including Slate and the ref, so its understandable that they don’t notice Kaige creeping forward on the ground to the apron and pulling out a kendo stick. The lights return to normal, and the ref is still looking around, but Slate has returned his stare to his son in time to catch the kendo stick right between the eyes. His eyes roll back in his head as he falls backwards off the top rope and onto the mat. Kaige quickly stashes the kendo stick. All the Ref saw was Slate smashing down to the mat and Kaige sliding into the ring. Kaige promptly locks his father into a STF and within moments, Tim Slate is tapping out. Missy Janson - Here is your winner... Kaige!! Falcoon - Say good bye to the legend Tim Slate! Kissens - He's a creep. Falcoon - The man has accomplished alot in his career and I'm sorry to see him go for some punk like Kaige! Kissens - They're both weird. But Slate is REALLY old. Falcoon - Your just a random commenting bitch. Kaige looks down at his father laying in a pool of blood on the mat. He leans down and says something to him. Falcoon - See.. this is how it should be! Father and son. I have a feeling this is gonna be a good moment. Kaige stands up and extends his hand. Slate reaches up for it, but Kaige pulls back and kicks Slate right in the ribs! Kissens - Oh my god Slate just spit up blood! Falcoon - That was fucked up.. Come on! Its your father and it's his last night in an arena! Kaige slides out of the ring and grabs a chair. He slides back in and throws the chair down on the mat. He lifts his limp father to his feet... "Break Out" on the chair! Falcoon - Someone get this kid outta here. He's pure fucking trash! Kaige spits on his father before sliding out of the ring. Falcoon - Yeah your real cool kid.. Made your impression... Heartless prick. Kissens - Takin this personal are you? Falcoon - Kinda yeah. Kissens - Awwwee. The scene opens up backstage where Alexis Cage is seen entering the arena from the parking lot, the WoW title hanging from her shoulder. She seems to be in good spirits, hyped for her match later on in the evening. It is short-lived however as out of a dressing room and behind the Women’s champion, steps Aphrodisia Jordan. The baseball bat in her hands comes swinging down, across the side of Cage’s face, dropping the shocked champion easily. Tucking the baseball bat under her arm, Aphrodisia withdraws a Ziploc baggie from her pocket that is filled with simple dirt. The number one contender grins as she opens it, dumping the contents of the bag onto the somewhat incapacitated o cage. Aphrodisia Jordan - Ashes to ashes, bitch. The scene fades as Aphrodisia wanders down the hall, baseball bat over her shoulder. Kissens - Holy crap! Alexis Cage has taken some of the most brutal beating I've ever seen since she's been here in the OWF.. But that one may have done in the WoW champion! Falcoon - Ahoooo is right! Kissens - That doesn't make sense at all.. Falcoon - Zzzaaaa! Kissens - Your really running out of material. Falcoon - Its hard with out Nick Burst. Kissens - So what am I? Chopped liver? The camera's cut backstage to Alexis who is still laying on the floor. EMT's quickly arrive on scene. The camera's are turned off by the request of the medical staff. Falcoon - Aphrodisia might have just screwed herself outta a title shot tonight! Kissens - Yeah I really don't see Alexis competing. Falcoon - Hey Jackie.. I have an idea so great..... That its retarded! Kissens - Lets hear it. Falcoon - It's an idea so great that my head would explode if I even began to think I thought I knew what I was talking about! Kissens - Just cut to the porn studio for god sakes... Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen the following match will be held at vivid studios and is for the OWF PDA title! Both competitors are waiting on location. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) The OWF tron flashes on and the two men have already began the fight.. Ali has Spaz on the ground choking him with his bare hands. Spaz struggles for air, he reaches behind him and finds something.. He grips ahold of it and swings forward. He knocks Ali in the skull with a plastic viberator that shatters into pieces. Ali falls back with his already busted open head and lays on the cement floor of the studio. Spaz catches his breath and he and Ali get to their feet at the same time. Spaz runs towards him and the two through the thin wall and land in an active set. Spaz looks up and see's a naked chick riding a guy backwards. The fans in the arena pop. Kissens - That's hot! Don't you wish you where hung like that? Falcoon ignores the comment. Spaz tries to crawl over towards the door, but Ali grabs his foot and yanks him across the door. Ali grabs a plastic prop Alien head next to him and smacks Spaz in the back of the head with it. Ali climbs up onto the bed as the scene has now cut. Director - Wait a second.. Wait just a damn second.. We didn't order any wrestlers! But it's kinda hot.. I'll roll with it! Ali leaps off the bed and attempts an elbow drop on Spaz, Spaz rolls out of the way and Ali's elbow nails the cement floor. Spaz pulls himself up using the door as a brace to lean against. He looks over and sees a lamp sitting on an end table. He grabs the glass lamp and smashes it over Ali's head! Spaz pins him... 1...2.. Kickout by Ali Khadafi! Ali rolls over and climbs to his knees.. Spaz looks around but can't find anything but a bra on the floor.. Spaz grabs the bra and gets behind Ali and chokes him with it! Spaz's knee goes into Ali's back as he pulls back on the bra sucking the air out of Ali! The bra begins to rip so Spaz releases the hold. Ali places his hands around his own neck an his natural color comes back to his face. He turns around quickly and delivers a low blow to Spaz! Ali follows it up with a quick upper cut then pushes Spaz backwards and he stumbles over some cords and falls to the ground. Ali begins his assult with MS-13! Multiple boots to Spaz's head and neck. Spaz tries to cover up then finally Spaz grabs Ali's foot and pushes him backwards.. Spaz scrambles to his feet just as Ali dives forward and spears Spaz through the wall and into the prop room! Falcoon - Look at all those WEINERS on the wall.. I bet you wish you where there! Kissens - I bet you wish you weren't gay! Falcoon - I'm nobodies Toby Wilks! Ali reaches over and grabs a metal rolling cart used from a hospitol scene. He fells around the top of it and finds something sharp. Its a small knife! He takes it to Spaz's forehead, slicing through his skins with quick motions back and forth. Spaz screams and struggles to get it from Ali and in the process Ali slips and cuts off the top of Spaz's thumb! Falcoon - OH MY GOD THAT'S HIS THUMB! Kissens - Ewww.. Fuckin ewww. That's bad. Just... ewww! The camera follows the nub of thumb on the ground as it rolls back and forth. We cut back to the action and Spaz pokes Ali in the eye with his bloody thumb. Ali jerks backwards off Spaz and hits the ground on his ass. Spaz gets up and holds his hand tight on his right thumb. Ali stands up and rushes towards Spaz with the knife. Spaz grabs the doctors cart and rolls it in front of Ali... Ali does a front flip over the cart and lands upside down on his neck with his feet still on the cart. Spaz kicks Ali right in the face and Ali's legs drop as the cart rolls backwards. Spaz covers.. 1...2...3! Missy Janson - Here is your winner and STILL OWF PDA champion... Spaz! Spaz gets to his feet as two men approach him. They are dressed in suits and are pointing at The Misfit, they get closer and show their badges to reveal that they are actually FBI agents. Agent #1 - Blair Gluchi. Falcoon - What the... What's goin on there? Spaz - What the fuck do you guys want? I am fucking tired and need a nap. Agent #2 - Alfonso Riberio was found in the desert and several officers from this area saw you taking him from prison and tossing him into your car. Spaz - So? Agent #2 - So... Mr. Gluchi they also witnessed chasing you through the desert and forcing them to crash into an abandoned manison. Spaz - Shit happens... But I have shit to do so if you don't min... Agent #1 - Your under arrest for the murder of Alfonso Riberion and you are coming with us right the fuck now. Kissens - That's not the FBI.. Falcoon - If it's the FBI then they don't get paid well.. Look at the crappy suits. Kissens - Oh my god your turning into Toby Wilks! Falcoon - Oh my god I am.... Spaz - With language like that I am not going anywhere if you pricks. The agents draw there guns and direct the barrels at Spaz. Spaz looks at them and surrenders himself. Who the fuck wants to be shot twice in a week and He isn't about to die for something he knows the truth over. Spaz - I'll go but I would like to explain myself if that is alright. Agent #2 - That is fine with us... But we still have to cuff you Mr. Gluchi. The agents cuff The Misfit and take him away into the streets of LA. Suddenly you hear a familiar voice echo out over the PA system. Voice - Wow! HAHA! Looks like Spaz is gonna take it in the pooper! Falcoon - Hey.. I know that voice... The camera's scan the arena they stop of the stage and suddenly Nick Burst steps out from the back with a flower shirt and a straw hat sipping on a coconut with a little umbrella in it. He puts the mic to his side as the fans goes nuts for him. Falcoon - Its Nick Burst! The entire arena stands for the legendary commentator, even the two sitting behind the booth. Suddenly Toby Wilks darts down the ramp and falls at Nick's feet as he tries to walk down the rampway. He hugs Nick's legs.. Burst - What the hell??? SECURITY! Get off me man... Two large men rush down and pull Wilks off, you can see Wilks crying as they carry him to the back. Burst - Is that guy fuckin looney or what? He approaches the commentators and Falcoon extends his hand with a smile. Burst - I'm not shakin that.. I've peed next to you in the bathroom.. I saw you diggin at yourself! All around the arena the fans chant his name "Burst Burst Burst". He takes his sun glasses off and lays them on the commentary table before pointing to Jackie Kissens. Kissens - Awwww.. You want a hug Nick? Burst - No.. ew! God no.. I want you outta my god damn seat. Jackie turns to Falcoon with a blank expression, expecting him to stand up for her.. Falcoon - What? You heard him.. Get outta his god damn seat. Jackie throws her headset down and storms off. Nick slides behind the table and takes his seat back, he slips on a head set and adjusts it to his fitting before grabbing his coconut and sipping it down. Burst - Ewww god I hope this chair doesn't give me herpes or something.. Eww.. New chair please! Falcoon - Bo! Throw the man a chair.. Uncle Bo - Yoooo!! I'm just hublalalalalala do my job. Falcoon - BO! Just give him a chair! Burst - Fat fuck.... Uncle Bo - hadddaa pect me to get a chair! Falcoon - Nick your gonna have to settle for herpes I think.. I'm sure it's better then FAT ASS Disease. Huh Bo? Uncle Bo - Vulcar! Burst - Jesus christ... Falcoon - Nick what are you doing here man? Burst - Let the lovely Missy Janson announce this match and I'll explain.. Do these head sets have off buttons? Falcoon - Nah just throw it down. Me and Jackie left the table for 20 minutes, unattended a couple weeks ago. Burst - Gross. Missy Janson - The following contest is scheduled for... Falcoon - Hey Missy.. Your uncles FAT! Missy chuckles durning her intro and you hear the sound of head sets hitting the commentary table as the two take them off to talk amungst themselves. Missy Janson - Hehe.. Ahem.. One fall and a cruiserweight title match! Introducing first.. The challenger... Dios! The lights begin to dim as "Princes of the Universe" by Queen begins to play over the PA. A thick smokescreen eminates in front of the curtain at the top of the ramp. El Luchador Dios emerges from the wall of smoke and raises his arms to the boos of the crowd. After a few obscene hand-gestures, Dios begins to walk down the ramp. He stops midway down the ramp and rips up a small boy's poster and laughs wickedly. This triggers another wave of boos from the audience. Dios slides into the ring and hops on one of the turn buckles. He raises his arms before flipping off the crowd. He then backflips off the turnbuckle and prepares for his match. Missy Janson - And his opponent.. She is the OWF Cruiserweight champion... Amanda Davis! PA System - Kinda always knew I'd end up your ex-girlfriend Pouting ska-pop hooks embed in the audience's ears, and the crowd begins to sway as the Grapple Princess herself, heir to Canada's greatest wrestling legacy, Amanda Davis steps through the curtains. She sways seductively side to side, despite her tomboyish jeans and T-shirt attire, as she makes her way down the ramp, slapping hands and enduring the very occasional heckling from a Piter Svoboda fan. In the ring, she makes her way to her corner and stretches out. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Dios shoots himself off the ropes, Amanda catches him in a drop toe hold before he can execute a move. She grabs him in a quick arm bar submission, he manages to fight his way up to his feet with Amanda still having the move locked in.. He elbows her in the gut to break free then darts off the ropes again, he runs right at her, but she jumps and splits her legs and he runs right under her. She lands on her feet then turns and kicks Dios right in the side of the head! Dios falls front first to the mat. Amanda scoops him up in her arms. Falcoon - That's a power strong woman Nick. Burst - She could throw me all over a cheap skuzbag hotel! Amanda plants him into the mat with a Body Slam! Falcoon - Signature of her father! She holds her back as she bends down to hook Dios's leg... 1...2.. Dios kicks out! Falcoon - Amanda might have hurt her back here... Amanda holds her back as she gets back up to her feet. Dios rolls over on the mat and Amanda approaches him with her mind in a daze.. Dios grabs her legs and trips her to the mat then jumps over her body and places her in a verison of the crippler cross face! She worms her way out of it before the move is set in place, she gets to her feet then delivers a standing moonsault right to Dios's back! She rolls him over and considers pinning him but chooses her next option and places him in the Alluminum Claw! It only takes a few seconds then Dios taps out! Missy Janson - Here is your winner and STILL OWF Cruiserweight champion... Amanda Davis! You can hear the head sets of the commentators being picked back up finally. Burst - And that's how I saved christmas! Falcoon - Humm that was nearly as interesting as suicide! The feed moves from ring side out to the back. The long corridor is lined with doors to the various locker rooms that are held in the Staples Center. One door opens up and Draco steps out of the door with the OWF Network Title draped over his shoulder. He still has the two cuts on his face and a wrapped wrist and forearm. He winces a bit as he closes the door behind him. He takes a step and bumps into someone. Draco - Hey! Watch it, bud– Draco stops seeing that he has just bumped into Angel, OWF Champion. Angel has his title draped over his shoulder as well. The two look from their own title down to the other’s. Angel taps the golden face plate on his title and nods. Angel - Good luck tonight, man. Draco - You too. Draco shrugs the Network Title up higher and walks past Angel. They share another nod of respect as they go their separate ways. Burst - Kiss a good man's ass... Why don't those two get it over with and take their pants off... Pfff.. Falcoon - YEAH! Pfff... Stupid mutual respect! Burst - Don't mock me kid.. You where 30 seconds from losing your job until I came back. Falcoon - Yes sirrrr... -- LIVE PPV HOUR 2 -- Missy Janson - The following match is a "FTW" match! Fire, Tacks, and Wire! It is for the network title! Introducing first the challenger.. PA System - Turn the lights all the way Turn the lights all the way down... Yo Yo J-A-Y, I flow sick Fuck all y'all haters blow dick Missy Janson - From Orlando Florida.. He is the "Personification of Perfection" Brian Lemay! The crowd goes bananas as Money,Cash,Hoes blares all over the speakers on the P.A system in the Arena. Green pyros spiral flares on both sides of the entrance way, As Chachi comes out of the curtain first wearing his white tuxedo with black bowtie and white cabana hat. He's holding a Cuban cigar in his left hand as he takes a hit from the cigar and flicks the ashes on the stage. All of sudden the fans see Lemay. Lemay walks out from behind the curtain with a black t-shirt that says P.o.P on the front and in the back that says "Never Underestimate Me! Never Defeated Me! Cuz I'm Perfect" Lemay walks down to the ring area past Chachi as Chachi follows closely. Lemay steps to the ring area and passes through the second rope. Lemay smiles arrogantly and walks over to Moe Peterson. Lemay looks to the crowd and laughs. Lemay puts his hand over to the back of his shirt and turns his back to the crowd as the crowd chants. Falcoon - Ahoooo! This is the match I was waiting for tonight! 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. Missy Janson - And his opponent... The piano is cut off abruptly and replaced by a screaming voice. PA System - Breakdown! Missy Janson - From Whiteboro New York... The OWF Network champion... Draco! 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. 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 there rubbing his taped wrists. Heaven is on the way Draco enters the ring with the blank expression on his face as he leans on the ropes slightly waiting for the opening bells of the match. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) The bell rings as both men circle each other. They are both wary of the multiple weapons around them. Draco takes a glance over his shoulder and Lemay pounces on the opportunity, tackling Draco straight into a bag of tacks Falcoon - Well, that didn't take long. Lemay stands as Draco reaches to his back trying to pull the few tacks from his back that made their way through the nylon bag. Lemay stomps on Draco's back, pushing in the tacks even further. Draco rolls off the bag of tacks and tries pulling himself up on barbed wire ropes, which he immediately regrets grabbing. Lemay laughs as he opens the bag of tacks Draco fell on. He dumps out the entire bag, spreading the tacks out as far wide as he can. He picks up Draco and irish whips him towards the opposite ropes. Draco tries to stop his momentum, but he runs right into the three barbed wire ropes, cutting him up pretty badly. Draco lays on the mat trying to assess his wounds as Lemay stalks him. Draco rolls to the outside of the ring as Lemay gloats a bit as he sees the trail of blood Draco left. Draco lays on the floor for a few moments before Lemay walks over and tries to get him back into the ring. Lemay reaches over the top barbed wire over to the outside and reaches for Draco, but he is met with a blast of fire to his face courtesy of a bottle of lighter fluid and a butane torch on the outside. Lemay falls to the ground gripping his burnt face, and not to mention the dozens of tacks he aquired when he fell. Draco regroups himself and slides into the ring Burst - This is what the OWF is all about! Falcoon - The smell of blood and burning flesh? Burst - Close, all you're missing is the smell of Jackie Kissens poon- then that's the definition of OWF. Draco drops the bottle of lighter fluid and places the butane torch on the mat as well. He walks over to Lemay who is still writhing in pain. Draco picks him up, only to plant him right back down onto the tacks with a huge clothesline. Lemay holds the back of his head as Draco drags him off of the tacks and throws his lifeless body through the ropes. Instead, though, Lemay gets caught on his arm and just hangs from the second barbed wire rope and eventually the skin on his arm tears sending him to the ground Falcoon - There's already so much blood, looks like the janitors will be getting paid well tonight. Draco takes the full bottle of lighter fluid and he pours the remainer of it all over the tacks in the center of the ring. He doesn't ignite it yet, instead he carefully makes his way through the barbed wire and exits the ring on the same side he threw Lemay out. Draco reaches under the ring and pulls out a pair of bolt cutters, which Draco quickly slides into the ring. Lemay gets to his feet at this time and he tackles Draco before Draco can reenter the ring. The two struggle on the outside, trading blows until Lemay headbutts Draco right to the nose dazing Draco a bit. Lemay stands up, staggers a bit, but then seems to be waving someone in from the back. Nobody comes at first. Lemay waves again, and then suddenly from the back we see Chachi run out with a steel chair in hand. Burst - Have no fear, the mexicans are here! RUN! Draco is slowly pulling himself up on the apron as Chachi runs over and nails him right in the small of the back, doubling him over. Chachi reaches back to swing again, but Lemay grabs the chair and does it himself knocking Draco down to the ground with a hard shot to the head. Lemay throws the chair into the ring and happens to land on the tacks. Lemay watches asChachi, at this time, grabs another two bags of tacks from the outside, and another two bottles of lighter fluid and slides himself carefully into the ring. He pours his two extra bags of tacks in the middle of the ring, and at this point you cannot walk in the ring without stepping on a tack. Chachi throws the empty bags of tacks to the outside, then picks up and opens the two bottles of lighter fluid which he sprays all over the tacks. Suddenly Aphrodisia comes running out to even up the score and slides right into the ring, picking up a few tacks on the way, but determined to get at Chachi before he lights the whole ring on fire. She jumps on Chachis back and piggy back rides him around the ring. Lemay hasn't been paying attention to Draco, who at this point is nearly recovered. Draco pulls the bolt cutters from the apron and he swings wildly at Lemay and nails him right in his face. In the ring, Chachi grabs Aphrodisia by the hair and flips her over his head and slams her hard down onto the tacks in the ring and she screams so loudly it could break glass. She rolls to the outside of the ring as Draco slides in and annihilates Chachi with the bolt cutters, sending him to the mat hard Falcoon - This match is getting way out of hand. Burst - I know, I love it! (Lemay starts pulling himself together as Draco throws Chachi out of the ring. Draco looks to see where Lemay is, and as soon as he notices Lemay is not recovered Draco walks over to the top rope of barbed wire. He cuts the wire with the bolt cutters and starts to pull off the ring posts. He coils it up into a circular bundle once he has unwound it completely and throws it right in the middle of the tacks strewn across the ring. Lemay finally gets up and pulls himself into the ring, and as he does Draco drops the bolt cutters and picks up the butane torch) Falcoon - We're gonna have us a grill off! Draco lights the torch, and just drops it right onto the tacks and the whole ring ignites immediately, almost to the point of having to evacuate fans at ringside. Just the outside of the ring by the ropes is safe to stand, and Lemay and Draco stand face to face trading blows as the ring burns. Lemay throws Draco into the corner and follows him in. He places him on top of the ropeless turnbuckle, and stands up on the second rope of barbed wire and hooks up Draco for a super plex into the middle of the ring which is now engulfed in flames, along with tacks, barbed wire and a chair. Lemay takes too long and Draco starts to fight him off, but Lemay makes a cheap shot and pokes Draco in the eyes. He sets Draco up for a superplex. Burst - This isn't going to be good. Just then, Aphrodisia jumps up onto the apron with lighter fluid and a butane torch and squirts a jet of flames right into Lemays face which prompts his fall backwards and Draco pushes Lemay as hard as he can down into the center of the ring. Out of nowhere, the ring COLLAPSES! The fire estinguishes for the most part, but the entire mat is gone!! As we look into the smokey mess there is blood coming from everywhere, each competitor is covered in head to toe with tacks and they are laying wrapped in barbed wire, but the referee notices Draco is on top. The referee makes the count on top of the partially melted steel chair..1...2...3!!! Missy Janson - Here is your winner and STILL OWF Network Champion... DRACO! Burst - Eh, not bad. Not enough fire for me. I like my marshmellows burnt. As EMT's work on removing Lemay and Draco from the mess, we see the ring technicians starting to bring out the replacement ring, ropes, and all else needed. The EMT's clear out a path to get Draco and Lemay, along with Aphrodisia and Chachi to the hospital as quick as they can. We notice the ring technicians immediately start breaking down the charred ring to set up the new one. Falcoon - Yeah its a good thing we carry an extra ring with us everywhere we go?? Burst - It's all strange to me too The tilt their heads before stareing blankly at the camera. Falcoon - Draco retains his title. Burst - That's a damn shame.. Falcoon - What is? Burst - We've got some weird vampiro gimmick stealing guy and his trailor trash girlfriend representing the network title. Falcoon - I think Draco is an excellent wrestler and I can't think of many people I'd rather see hold that title. Burst - You must be fuckin blind then... Brian Lemay got screwed outta the title just now. Falcoon - I think.. Burst - Shut it.. Nobody cares. Scenes cut as Glacier is seen packing his gym bag. One of the crewmembers walks inside and taps Glacier on the shoulder. He turns around. Crewmember - Is it true you’re retiring? Throwing in the towel for the last time? Finally hanging up the boots? Glacier - Yeah, OWF is not the place for me anymore. All my friends are gone, moved on to places they enjoy being at. It’s time for me to get moving too. I’m sure OWF will come out all right, I just don’t feel it will come out all right with me in it. I have other obligations to deal with anyhow. I will miss this place, as much as guy but hey, a man knows when he is in a losing battle. I know when it’s time to stop. I’m retiring from OWF and I think it’s for the best. The best for the company…the best for the staff…the best for the roster…and the best thing for me. Crewmember - Good luck wherever you go, Glacier. Glacier - Thanks man. He grabs his gym bag and leaves out of the locker room. Glacier takes one look back then continues walking down the narrow hallway for the last time in OWF. Falcoon - What the fuck? No... No you can't just walk out! Burst - Back in my day you couldn't just walk out before your match.. You had to get in that ring, or DK would hire a bunch of jobbers to beat the crap outta you and pull you into the ring. Falcoon - Yeah... because that wouldn't have caused a single lawsuit. Burst - I'm just sayin... People didn't pull this shit back in the day. Falcoon - We where sapouse to have a Glass Cell tag match between Glacier/Kara against N.U.T.S... I dunno what's gonna happen now! Burst - I wanted to see massive blood loss now tho. PA System - I did it all.. just for her.. Falcoon - Here's your chance! ALEXIS IS HERE! PA System - I did it all just for her love's hard as death, just me and my.. Poision Girl! Missy Janson - The following contest is scheduled for a buried alive match for the WoW title! A blistering chill floats through the crowd as the lights dim and "Poision Girl" by HIM drowns the crowd. Missy Janson - Introducing first... From Phoenix, AZ.. She is the WoW champion... Alexis Cage! Suddenly from behind the curtain comes Alexis Cage dressed in her normal ring attire. Alexis has a badges over her eye, she tosses the WoW title over her head then slowly limps down to the ring. Falcoon - Again I stress.. Alexis was the victim of a brutal attack earlier tonight at the hands of her opponent.... The lights dim in the arena as a wind picks up through out the sound-system. Falcoon - This woman... Aphrodisia Jordan 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 Missy Janson - And the challenger... Now coming to the ring... Aphrodisia Jordan! 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. Putting reason to flight, or to death as
their way Aphrodisia moves into the ring and hovers in her corner, sapphire eyes forward and blank, jaw set and ready to brawl. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Falcoon - It's a buried alive match... Just below the stage you'll see our pit. Burst - What the hell is with the dozer? Falcoon - It's for the excitement and stuff... Aphrodisia blows a kiss to Alexis who flips off Aphro back in return. Aphro slides out of the ring and ducks down under the ring aprion. Alexis looks around then shrugs as she heads towards the ropes, she slides out of the ring on the opposite side as Aphrodisia. Alexis turns the corner and is met by Aphrodisia who's wielding a baseball bat! She swings and Alexis ducks, Aphrodisia hits the metal ring post with the bat! She drops it and screams while flailing her hands in the air. Alexis elbows her in the jaw then hooks her head. She lifts Aphrodisia into the air with a vertical suplex.. She pauses showing some strength then falls back letting Aphrodisia take the massive impact from the hard floor on her back! Alexis leaps back up ready to fight, Alexis is drenched in sweat already. Falcoon - Alexis looks like she's have gland problems... Burst - Is it hot in here or is that just the crack? Falcoon - HAHAHAHAHA! Alexis whipes her forehead as the sweat gushes, she grabs Aphrodisia by the hair and pulls her towards ramp.. Aphrodisia catches her feet on the ground while being drug and stops.. Alexis tries to yanks her back to continue pulling her, but aphrodisia manages to do a backflip out of her stance, Alexis lets go of the air as Aphro flips, she lands on her feet and punches Alexis in the jaw. Alexis stumbles back then comes forward swinging.. They fall against the guard rail, Aphrodisia manages to squirm ontop and grabs Alexis by the head and smashes the back of her head against the guard rail over and over again while mounting her the whole time. Finally Aphrodisia gets off her and Alexis falls to the ground. She rolls over to reveal a huge blood stain in the back of her head. The floor is seaping up the blood into a small puddle. Alexis gags a couple times and coughs up a small ammount of blood mixed with white spit. Aphrodisia laughs and grabs Alexis by the top of her head, she drags Alexis along the floor then up the steel rampway. Alexis is unconscience and thankfully cannot feel a thing. Falcoon - Just throw her in the pit and get this over with.. Vial bitch anyway... Aphrodisia brings Alexis all the way up to the stage. Falcoon - I don't think that....... Hey.. you passed the dirt pit, it's down from the stage. Burst - Yeah about 15 foot down. I see where this is going. Falcoon - Nah she... Oh god this is the OWF.. It's gonna happen. Someone's gonna die! She scoops up Alexis.. Burst - She's gonna throw the bitch off the stage into the pit. Ha! I can call em! Alexis wakes up from her state and quickly gives Aphrodisia a thumb to the eye.. Alexis is able to get to her feet, just as she does Aphrodisia runs towards her and attempts a spear! Alexis darts out of the way and Aphrodisia can't stop in time.. She falls off the stage 15 foot to the dirt pit below! Falcoon - Holy shit! She landed right on her shoulder! She's lucky she didn't land in the hole! Burst - Hehe.. So many places I can go with that set up. Alexis looks around then looks down below the stage to see Aphrodisia's life less body. Alexis looks out to the crowd, she places her hands on her hips then spits down at Aphrodisia! She takes a keep breath then leaps off the stage! Falcoon - OH MY GOD! SHES INSANE! She flips in mid air and delivers a swanton bomb ontop of Aphrodisia! Falcoon - A swanton! A fucking swanton that was sweet! Both women are lifeless... Alexis is the first to stagger up. She stumbles around for a moment until she gains her balance.. She reaches over and pulls Aphrodisia up to her feet, she scoops her lifeless body up into her arms then stumbles over towards the grave hole.. Aphrodisia bits Alexis right in the side of the neck! Alexis drops her and stumbles back holding her neck in shock. Burst - That one got me workin! Look at this Gordie.. As old as I am and I STILL don't need viagra! Falcoon - Oh.. Ewwww. EWWWW oh ho ho man... Ewww. Control that please. She pulls her hand away then examines her hand and notices it's soaked in blood. She's still a bit in shock when CRACK! Aphrodisia slams a shovel across Alexis's face. She hits Alexis again with the shovel then throws it down and rolls Alexis over 3 times until she drops into the grave! Aphrodisia smiles and reaches into her pocket.. She laughs madly as she pulls out a key then looks over at the bull dozer. Falcoon - woah woah woah.. Someone might wanna tell her that she doesn't need a bull dozer load of dirt! Aphrodisia climbs up into the bull dozer and starts it up.. She laughs again as she pushes forward on the huge clump of dirt in front of the dozer. Alexis is up in the hole! She's trying to climb out and Aphrodisia speeds forward. She drives right over the grave filling the grave with dirt! Falcoon - Oh my god! Alexis might have gotten her damn head taken off by that dozer! Missy Janson - YOUR WINNER... and NEW WoW Champion... Aphrodisia Jordan! The ring crew rushes out along with several OWF wrestlers. They grab shovels and start scooping the dirt out. Burst - Great.. The vampire holds the Network title and his trailor trash girlfriend is the WoW champ.. What the hell has this place come to? Falcoon - Your such a bitter person. Burst - Would you like me to leave? Falcoon - NO! NO! Please don't go.. Please... Dude no. Burst - Your clingy... They finally reach a lifeless Alexis Cage and carefully lift her up out of the grave. Falcoon - Jesus christ who comes up with these bull shit matches... PEOPLE CAN DIE! Burst - We can only hope.... The scene cuts backstage to the executive office. CJ and DK who are sitting at the small bar watching another brands ppv. TV - We have a great show for you here from the Coral Centre in Ottawa, Ontario! Prez CJ - Trash.. Pure trash. Prez DK - Your telling me... So much for competition. Prez CJ - Aren't we sapouse to be in that arena in a couple weeks? Prez DK - Nah I canceled it.. Arena was way to small... Prez CJ - Huh.. I wouldn't have guessed it watching this on tv. Prez DK - Nah that promotion just has trouble selling out. Prez CJ - Ohhh.. We are going to Canada right? Prez DK - You are... I'm on parole. Can't leave the country and stuff.. Prez CJ - Well shit fire... Theirs a knock on the door. Prez DK - Come in. The door opens and suddenly a very heavy set mexican walks in, his stomach is hanging over his waitline of the tights that are way to tight on the out of shape luchador. Mucho Grasa - I am Mucho Grasa! Prez CJ - REALLY? Prez DK - I know who you are.. I hired you. What do you need? Prez CJ - Doesn't that mean Very Fat? Prez DK - Yup... Prez CJ - Wow! And he's fat.. Thats funny! Mucho Grasa - I have been here for a month now and not one match! Prez DK - You speak english? Holy crap... You can hear the TV continue to go in the background. TV - blah blah blah... Dominator. blah blah blah Rio. blah blah blah blah. Mucho Grasa - I want my chance at the cruiserweight title! Prez CJ - Wow.. you... You REALLY think your in shape for that tubby? Prez DK - Yeah I seriously doubt that you can contender for that title. Your about 40 lbs outta reach. Mucho Grasa - But I am MUCHO GRASA! Prez DK - Look.. I know who you are.. But just because you have a spanish name, it doesn't mean your automatically a cruiserweight! Prez CJ - Wait.. I have an idea. Mucho, you want gold right? The camera's cut back to ringside where Nick Burst is chugging down a glass of scotch. Falcoon - You drink like a freakin camel. Ha! You spilt some down your chin. Burst - Is that all you have to do? Just sit there and watch me drink? Your pathetic! Falcoon - I agree. AHOOOOOO! PA SYSTEM - YOU MUST BE N.U.T.S.!!! Missy Janson - The following contest is scheduled for a glass cell tag team match! It is for the OWF Tag Team titles.... The guitars of "Bat Country" by Avenged Sevenfold thunder through the arena as N.U.T.S. enters the arena. Missy Janson - On their way to the ring.... They are the OWF Tag Team Champions... Mr. Good and Tad O. Minor.... N.U.T.S! The crowd boos and cameras cut to anti-N.U.T.S. signs in the arena. They cut back as the tag team reaches the ring and prepares to fight. Falcoon - Hey I thought this match was gonna be canceled! Burst - Maybe Tad O Minor and Mr. Good will kill each other and make the world a better place. Missy Janson - And their opponents... PA System - Boy ya never shoulda fucked with us... We the Hillwood Hustla's.. Makin money sellin sluts and drugs.... Missy Janson - Introducing first... From El Paso Texas... Mucho Grasa! "Hillwood Hustlers" by SPM hits over the pa system. Mucho Grasa steps out from behind the curtain with his stomach jiggling. He puts his arms in the arm and the fans instantly take him in. He tries to run down to the ring but stumbles a bit, he reaches the apron and leans against the side of the ring to catch his breath. He rolls under the bottom rope then uses the turnbuckles to pull his fat body up. Burst - Pfff.. El Paso Texas my ass... Every Mexican that suddenly floats his greasy ass up the rio says El Paso is their home town. Missy Janson - And his tag team partner... 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! Missy Janson - From Springfield, KY... James Dunn! "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 - Hey it's Ric Flair's birthday today! Burst - I'm ashamed... Falcoon - Nothing can possibly come good outta this match. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) The glass cell resembles a hell in a cell, but incased in real window plate glass panels. Their is a door leading to the outside, and some of the panels have holes for air and so you can climb to the top. Mucho Grasa is leaning against the ropes trying to catch his breath before the bell even sounds. Tad O Minor is on the top turnbuckle behind Mucho Grasa, he leaps off and catches Mucho with a bull dog! Mr. Good grabs dunn and throws him over the top rope. Dunn tucks and rolls into the side of the glass wall that is latched down. Mr. Good crawls out of the ring and grabs Dunn, he pulls him up and throws him into the side of the glass cell! The cell rocks and the boom of the impact is loud inside the cell! Mr. Good backs up then runs with Dunn in his arms and throws him directly into the glass. Dunn smacks it on the top of his head and falls to the ground. Inside the ring Tad O Minor has Mucho Grasa in the corner, punching him in the ribs with fast shots... Tad backs up and screams out something strange in spanish then runs at Mucho in the corner and attempts a flying head shoulders.. But he can't take Mucho off his feet! Mucho takes a step forward then grab's Tad's legs off his neck and he dumps Tad over the top rope! Dunn is wrecked at ringside laying upside down against the cell with his neck jacked into the ground. Mr. Good lays in a few boots then pulls him back into the ring... Meanwhile Mucho is resting against the turnbuckle and Tad climbs back into the ring. Mr Good lifts Dunn up on his shoulder and runs with him, he throws him like a dart out of the ring, he sails over the top rope and you see the impact of James Dunn smacking his head into the glass with a thud. Everyone is shocked that the glass still hasn't broken. Tad shrugs then shoots himself off the far side ropes he bounces off and leaps over the top rope and smacks into the glass like a bug totally missing Dunn! Falcoon - This is horrible! This isn't even a match! Burst - Pathetic even. They can't even throw each other through the glass! The fans are getting restless for blood! Mr Good walks over to Mucho Grasa.. Grasa darts out of the corner and bumps belly's with Mr. Good, Mucho swings first and Mr. Good takes a shot to the head! Mr Good manages to grab Mucho and tosses him into the ropes. Mucho grabs the ropes and holds them.. Mr. Good runs towards him and attempts a big boot, Mucho ducks out of the way and Mr. Good racks himself on the ropes. Mucho dropkicks Mr. Good while he's split between the ropes and sends him over to the floor. Mucho slides out of the ring and lifts up the skirt.. He pulls out a stran of barbwire from earlier in the night! He wraps it in his fists then turns the corner, he mounts Mr. Good and begins laying in with fists of barbwire. Mr. Good manages to push him off.. Mucho runs back towards him, Mr. Good lifts his foot and kicks outward, he nails Mucho's hand and pushes it right into Mucho's mouth! Falcoon - Ah! He just got a mouth full of barbwire thanks to Mr. Good! Burst - Mexican's have teeth that can eat right through a fence!.. huhuh Mucho tries to untangle his barbwire fist out from his gums.. Mr Good stands up and slams Mucho face first into the glass panel! You see tears come to Mucho's eyes as blood gushes from his mouth. He struggles to get the barbwire free from his teeth! Finally he rips it out and slings blood all over Mr. Good. The entire pannel of the glass cage is smeared in blood! Mucho rests his face against the panel and closes his eyes... Mr. Good grabs Mucho and nails Good-Night! He covers... 1...2...3! Missy Janson - Here are your winners and STILL OWF Tag Team Champions... N.U.T.S.! Burst - Soooo.. How old is he? Falcoon - Who? Burst - Ric Flair! Falcoon - Oh... Man that was like 15 minutes ago... Kinda a late response from you. Burst - So finish your joke then.. Falcoon - No. Its really not funny to me now. You ruined my "Flair joke". Burst - Yeah.. It woulda sucked anyway! Falcoon - I really expected more out of that Glass Cell match. Burst - I've been more excited watching an episode of Firefly on fox.. Falcoon - Eww That's aweful. Burst - So was that match.. -- LIVE PPV HOUR 3 -- Falcoon - Nick are you ready for this main event? Burst - Yeah whatever I guess.. Falcoon - These two men have had some huge friction this month. I can honestly say that I think this rematch from Clash of Champions will go down as one of the best matches in OWF history! Burst - Yeah I said it would be decent alright. Just.... Lets get this started! Falcoon - Real fast I'm gonna do a breakdown on the three stages of hell. Burst - What? No shut up... Just let them happen. Falcoon - Really? Burst - Yeah. It's called shock value moron... Missy Janson - The following match is tonight's main event! It is a three stages of hell match for the OWF World Championship! PA System - Eww AH AH AH AH! Missy Janson - Introducing first... The challenger... From Toronto, Ontario, Canada... Plague! The arena goes black, then a spotlight appears on the back of Plague. He turns around and holds his right hand in the air. His guitar is slung in front of him. He slides his pick up the string making a loud screech. Falcoon - Here comes the #1 contender and technically the former OWF champion! Burst - What happened to these guys? I use to really like Hells Fire. Now they just seem... Gay. Falcoon - Way to act like your 5... Numb nuts. The Hell's Fire logo is seen on the OWFtron interchanging with the Sadistic Souls logo. "Down With The Sickness" is heard through the PA. Strobe lights go off, making Plague's way down to the ring in slow motion. He slides into the ring and throws his hand up in the air and the pyros go off in from the ring posts. He walks over to his corner and stands up and raises his guitar in the air. He sits cross legged on the turnbuckle and waits for the match to begin. Missy Janson - And his opponent.. He is the OWF World Champion... From Smithtown New York... Angel! The soft, yet haunting piano melodies of The Coming Curse by Iced Earth calmly resonate from the speakers. As the sound fills the arena, a faint beam of golden light shines on the entrance. There are a few moments of silence as the piano continues, then the distorted guitars kick in and flames shoot up lining the ramp. Angel slowly walks out, observing his surroundings and not phased by the crowds reaction. He continues to the ring in this same manner, and only when he is in the middle of the ring for a few moments does the music stop, echoing throughout the arena. Falcoon - Not exactly my first choice for OWF champion.. But reguardless he's got that belt and he's ready to defend! Burst - Quick... Who.. Who am I? Nick reaches under the table and pulls out a cowboy hat. He goes cross eyed then slurs as he talks. Burst - THE CHAMPION IS HEEERE... THE CHAMPION IS HERE! EDGE.. I MEAN... CHRISTIAN.. I MEAN ANGEL IS HERE! SLOBBERKNOCKERS, JEZABELLS AND SUCH.... Falcoon - Thanks for spitting all over me JR. Burst - Haha.. You got it.. Yah! (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Falcoon - You see weapons of all types are spread across the ring... This first stage of hell is a street fight! Plague turns around and picks up a trash can lid and smiles, he turns back to look and Angel is holding a staple gun! Falcoon - Not the staple gun again! That was chaos last time and Plague knows it! Angel begins to stalk him around the ring with it. He almost gets Plague in the corner, but Plague ducks his attempt and smacks Angel in the side of the face with the trash can lid! Plague swings it again and dents it in half over Angel's skull! Plague drops the lid, then Angel turn instantly and drives a 3/4" staple into Plague's side! Plague leaps backwards then clotheslines Angel to the mat. Angel rolls over and staples Plague in the ass again and again! He leaves him with 6 staples in his ass.. Plague is trying to get up but the staples dig deeper as he does. Angel laughs and drives a staple right into Plagues skull!! Falcoon - Oh my god! I can see it sticking out of his freakin head! Plague rolls out of the ring holding his head. Angel slides out after him, he waits for the right time then runs in and delivers a running knee lift to Plague's face! Plague drops to the ground and tries to pull the staple out of his head.. Angel grabs a steel chair then climbs onto the aprion behind Plague. He leaps off and smashes Plague in the head with the chair, driving the staple down a little further! Angel tucks and rolls after connecting with the chair, with it still in his hands he lays it ontop of the fallen plague. Angel climbs up to the ring aprion. He jumps onto the middle rope and flips backwards off the aprion and does 360 then lands ontop of the chair driving it into Plagues chest and face! Angel rolls off holding his ribs, Plague stirs from under the chair, he crawls onto all fours then uses the guard rail to stand up.. Instantly he kicks angel in the face! Angel holds his nose and Plague leaps up to the guard rail then does a backflip moonsault onto Angel! Plague hooks the leg.. 1...2... Falcoon - Angel kicks out! Burst - These panzy's are tired already.. We are only midway into stage one! Plague gets back up, he reaches until he grabs the chair, never taking his eyes off Angel. He stands completly up and swings the chair as hard as he can! Angel rolls out of the way and Plague smacks the chair into the ground. Angel is back up.. He runs towards Plague, Plague swings the chair wildly but Angel ducks it then superkicks Plague! Plague hits the ground fast and Angel covers..1...2... Plague kicks out! Angel reaches under the ropes and grabs a long flouescent light tube off the mat. He turns and cracks it over Plagues body the glass shatters and sprays into the front row of the crowd! Angel turns back towards the ring and reaches in.. Falcoon - Plague is up with the staple gun! Plague grins then puts the staple gun to Angle's crotch! You hear the staple gun click and Angel reels back in pain. Burst - AHHAAHAHAHAHA! He just stapled Angel's nuts to the ring aprion! Angel tries to lean away from the aprion but is firmly attached! Plague slides into the ring and shoots himself off the far side ropes... He dives with a baseball slide attempt, but Angel jerks the staple loose and moves out of the way, Angel catches Plague as he tries to slide out of the ring with the baseball slide and whips him out feet first and swings him into the guard rail! He hits his head on the cement floor as it happens. Angel covers him.. 1...2...3! Missy Janson - Here is your winner of the street fight... Angel! (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Before the bell can even ring, the two competitors charge at each other and start trading blows Falcoon - These two aren't wasting any time trying to get back at each others throats. Angel starts to get the upper hand, and he irish whips Plague into the ropes and he comes running back. Plague ducks under a clothesline and goes for The Vaccine superkick, but Angel catches his leg, and pulls Plague into him and then flips him over his body nailing a HUGE T-Bone Suplex on Plague. Angel walks right over to the fallen Plague and starts to lay boots into his already beaten body Falcoon - Don't forget, Angel already leads one to nothing by defeating Plague in the Street Fight in Stage One. Burst - You can't tell these guys already went through hell. Falcoon - You can a little bit in their movements, they are both in a ton of pain. Not very often you have more than one match to win the World Title. Angel gloats to the crowd as Plague starts to pull himself up on the ropes. Angel runs at him, but Plague ducks down and pulls the top rope with him sending Angel over the ropes and crashing into the casket Burst - Now all Plague has to do is shut it, lock it, and light it on fire! Plague goes to grab the lighter fluid, but as soon as he steps outside of the ring Angel jumps out of the casket and right onto Plague, tackling him down. Angel continues to pound on Plague as if he is a man possessed. Angel stands, only to pull Plague up with him. He puts Plague up over his shoulder and tries to dump him into the casket, but Plague kicks and fights- stretching out his arms to prevent Angel from putting him in the casket. Angel gets fed up and instead of trying to throw him inside, he just throws him up into the air and Plagues throat comes crashing down right on the edge of the open casket. Plague holds his neck as Angel stalks his prey. Angel grabs another bottle of ligher fluid and starts to pour it all over Plague Falcoon - I don't think Angel understands the rules. Burst - Well I think it counts if you light your opponent on fire, then put him inside the casket. Plague freaks out as Angel stops pouring and pulls a pack of matches from his pocket. Plague charges him, slamming his back up against the side of the casket. Plague tries with all his might to over power Angel, but the size difference is just too much at times. Angel blocks one of Plagues punches, and returns with one of his own. Then soon after that, he again picks up Plague and throws him into the casket. He closes the door and he stands on top of it Falcoon - This match is over! Angel looks for his matches, but sees them laying on the floor. He realizes he has to get off the top of the casket to light it on fire. Angel quickly jumps off, grabs the matches and climbs back on top, grabbing the half empty bottle of lighter fluid from before and he pours it all over the top of the casket. He jumps off, and he tries to light the matches but they just won't ignite. He struggles with it for a few seconds and in that time Plague jumps out of the coffin. Angel takes the matches and places them on the apron as he goes after Plague again. Plague slides back into the ring to avoid the attack by Angel, and when Angel gets on the apron Plague runs at him and nails him with a dropkick sending Angel flying to the floor right on his back. Plague uses this time to recooperate in the ring and catch his breath from the lighter fluid making it hard to breathe. Angel starts to stir almost immediately, so Plague runs to the corner nearest to Angel and jumps up to the top turnbuckle. He looks down at Angel and jumps off, completing a back-flip, but Angel just catches him like a rag doll and rams him hard into the steel ring post. Plague drops to the ground and Angel walks back over to the casket. He grabs an un-used bottle of lighter fluid and just covers the inside of the coffin with it. He then closes the top to keep all the fumes inside. He empties out the bottle on top of the casket and makes sure he grabs a set of matches that work. Angel picks up Plague and rolls him into the ring slowly, following him in under the bottom rope. Angel plays with Plague a bit, kicking and smacking him around the ring as Plague tries to regroup. Angel kicks Plague into a corner, where he puts his foot on Plagues throat and starts to choke him out. He continues to do so, even with the referee warning him, knowing he can't get disqualified. He removes his foot and pulls Plague up by his hair. He pushes him up against the ropes closest to the casket and irish whips Plague across the ring, when Plague comes back Angel tries to back body drop him out of the ring but Plague stops in place and kicks Angel in the face when he bends over. Angel stands straight up looking dazed, and Plague uses this opportunity to run against the opposite ropes and try to knock Angel over the top rope, but when he comes back they just bounce off each other. Angel then grabs Plague by the throat, but Plague reverses with a kick to the groin Burst - Always resourceful that Plague is. He pushes Angel up against the ropes nearest the casket, and irish whips him to the other direction. When Angel comes back, Plague ducks down and flips Angel up and over the top rope with a back body drop, sending him crashing through the top of the casket and he lays helpless inside. Plague looks for the matches, and sees the ones that Angel couldn't get to light from before on the mat. He pulls one from the book, and strikes it and it immediately lights. He drops it into the casket and the whole thing ignites in flames as the fans go nuts. Falcoon - It's all tied up now, one to one. The last stage of hell is going to decide thi- Suddenly Angel bursts out of the coffin, completely on fire. He runs down the aisle towards the back, where he is met with EMT's with fire estinguishers that put out the fire that engulfed him. Angel stays laid on the floor, in extreme pain as they cart him to the back. Burst - One has to wonder if Angel will be able to continue. Falcoon - He has the heart of a champion, he'll be sure to show up. Missy Janson - Here is the winner of the casket match.... Plague! (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Falcoon - Well, here we are. The final, and deciding stage, and it's a Tables, Ladders and Chairs inside of this barely used glass cell from the Tag Title match. Burst - Oh there's gonna be blood. Falcoon - Don't forget.. Plague has to overcome the odd's here. He would have to win two in a row! The bell rings and both men look tired from their earlier battles. Laying in between the ring and the glass cell is multiple chairs, mulitple tables, and multiple ladders. Angel charges at Plague and tackles him to the ground, immediately laying lefts and rights into him. Plague rolls him over and starts to pound on Angel. Each blow they land on each other you can tell is draining them more and more. Plague gets off of Angel and slides to the outside, grabbing a chair and sliding in with it. Angel sees Plague trying to sneak up on him with a chair and Angel slides outside as Plague wound up to hit Angel. Angel grabs his own chair and slides back in, into an immediate stand off. Each of them wait for the other to make the first move. Plague flinches, pretending to charge at Angel and Angel in responce just throws his chair and nails Plague square in the face with it, sending blood everywhere. Angel immediately goes back outside and grabs a ladder, sliding it in in preparation to climb for the belt. Angel follows it in as Plague holds his face on the mat. Angel picks up the ladder, and sets it up Falcoon - Angel has the right idea, get this match over with before he gets too tired. He starts to climb up one side, but immediately Plague jumps up with a chair in hand and nails the climbing Angel right in the back causing him to fall from the ladder to the mat. Plague drops the chair and starts to climb up himself, but Angel realizes it and as Plague climbs Angel pushes the ladder over with his feet, sending Plague to the outside with a sick thud on top of a few ladders. The fans all stand to see if they can see if Plague is alive, which he is, but he is barely moving. Angel crawls over to the ropes and pulls himself up. He takes a second to collect himself before he walks over to the tipped over ladder, which he pushes back straight up. Plague, on some sort of second wind is already pulling himself up on the apron as Angel begins his climb. Plague gets to his feet and notices Angel is near the top of the cell, so he grabs the closest weapon to him, which is a chair, and just throws it at Angel. He nails Angel in the foot, which slips off the rung and sends him crashing down the ladder face first to the mat with a thud. The fans go crazy for the two superstars beating the hell out of them. Plague reaches down and picks up a table, which he slides into the ring in the direction of Angel. He picks up another and slides it towards the corner of the ring. Plague holds his back for a second before sliding back into the ring. He picks up one of the tables, which still has its legs folded, and angles it into the corner. The other table is picked up soon after by Plague and set up right next to Angel. Plague looks up at the dangling belt, and the task ahead of him, so he looks back down at Angel and lifts him up by his hair. He lays him on the table and he starts to climb up the ladder. As he gets to the top, instead of climbing through the top of the cell, he turns himself around on the ladder. He looks down at Angel and all the fans know that the Epidemic Drop is coming. Plague launches himself off the ladder, but Angel rolls off the table and we see Plague go crashing through the vacant table and bouncing off the mat as the table splinters off into millions of pieces. Angel uses this time to try to recover, but he is finding a hard time mustering up strength. All he does is crawl towards the ladder Falcoon - Both of these guys are absolutely worn out from their two past matches. I don't even know how either of them are moving. Burst - Well only one is right now. Falcoon - Probably both won't be once this is over. Burst - They're both moving too slow, I doubt they'll even get to the top of the cell any time soon. Angel, using his upper body strength alone begins to pull himself up the ladder rung by rung. Eventually he forces his legs to bear some weight as he begins his incredibly slow climb towards the top of the cell. Plague starts to move around in the mess of the wooden table, or what is left of it. Plague looks up to see Angel climbing the ladder, and the adrenaline starts to pump as he tries to pull himself up. Plague pulls his body over towards the ladder also but instead of climbing it he just pulls himself into a standing position with it. As he does that he sees Angel is near the top, so Plague climbs to the second rung of the ladder and nails Angel with a low blow. Then, out of nowhere, Plague steps up a rung and prepares Angel for what seems to be a powerbomb Falcoon - Oh god. Plague pulls Angel from the ladder and into the powerbomb position, and in a mere matter of seconds Plague chucks Angel down for a HUGE powerbomb through the table set up in the corner. Angel isn't moving as the fans start flipping out. Plague is a little shaken up himself Burst - I love the carnage. Falcoon - This could be the end of one of their careers, if not both. Burst - That's what it is all about for the OWF Title! Plague stumbles a bit as he makes his way back to his feet, he immediately heads for the ladder which he begins to climb as soon as he gets to it. Angel starts to stir, but Plague seems way too quick on the ladder to be caught. In a last ditch effort, we see Angel pull his broken body out from the frame of the table he went through and head towards the ladder. Plague is at the top at the point, and Angel tries shaking the ladder but Plague is able to get to the top of the cell. Angel then places the ladder on a solid point and starts to run up the ladder as fast as he can, almost tipping it over as he does so. Plague looks to the belt and goes to grab it, but suddenly Angel grabs his foot, preventing him from getting the belt. Plague turns around and tries to stomp at Angel but he is still on the ladder below. Plague stops going for the belt and attempts to kick Angel down to the ground, but Angel is able to trip up Plague and send him falling to the top of the glass cell. It cracks a little bit, but doesn't shatter giving Angel enough time to make his way up through the hole. He gets on top of Plague and starts to pound on him on top of the glass cell as the belt just hangs a few feet away. Angel pulls Plague up from his hair and puts his head between his legs, setting him up for what seems to be Angel's Redemption Falcoon - We are going to need the EMT's out here, now. He tries to pull Plague up, but Plague blocks it and nails Angel with a reversal into a back body drop onto the glass, again cracking it pretty badly, but not breaking it yet. Both Plague and Angel lay exhausted, and both start to move around at the same time. The fans are going nuts in this heavily contested match Falcoon - Remember folks, this is the deciding match in this three stages of hell match. Burst - Well this is the third match, right? Falcoon - Yes. Burst - So doesn't that go without saying? Falcoon - What? Burst - Nevermind. Both men make it up from one knee to two feet at the same time. Angel swings for a clothesline, but Plague ducks under and out of nowhere NAILS Angel with The Vaccine superkick, sending him backwards with such force that when his head and neck hits the already cracked glass pane he just goes right through it like wet paper. Angel falls to the ring as the fans go nuts and he lands awkwardly on his side. Plague looks down at the broken and beaten Angel and he stands Falcoon - Plague is gonna be champion!! Plague reaches up and unhooks the belt, and grasps it in an embrace! Falcoon - Plague wins!! Missy Janson - Here is your winner... and NEW OUTSIDER WRESTLING FEDERATION Champion.... PLAGUE! The two men are beaten and bloody. Referee Andrew Caps rolls Plague off from Angel and places the title on top of him. Plague shakes his head after resting ontop of his partner and now former opponent. He comes to and realises what has happened. He hugs his OWF title and climbs to his feet. Falcoon - You can't say he didn't earn that title! Plague looks down at Angel. Then grabs him by the arm and lifts him to his feet. The two men look at each other eye to eye in the center of the broken glass and bloody carnage. Angel extends his hands and the two embrace in a quick hug. Angel grabs Plagues arm and lifts it high into the air. The two walk up the ramp way helpin each other. They reach the stage and again Angel points to Plague who holds the OWF title in the air. Falcoon - Mutual respect between these two is a great thing to see.. Burst - Happy endings are SHIT! Falcoon - Well fans we are outta... Thrown away by Vast hits!!! The fans explode into thunderous boos as Chris Green is at the top of the entrance ramp... -- LIVE PPV OVERTIME! -- He has that sick sadistic grin on his face some rayban sunglasses on and his hair tied back in a pony tail. He slowly walks down to the ring and calls for a mic... Green - I figure I would have gotten a nicer response here in LA. I mean shit I am from the area. LA JOLLA REPRESENTIN! Now lets get some talkin out there. Lets lay it all on the line. I mean why the hell else am I out here other than to throw out some earth shattering announcements that will be ground breaking. First I have to address Meca Blight or should I say OWNER Blight haha. Whatever.. He can have the fed, I am done dealing with the crying the bitching the complaining. If he wants to own the fed so be it. Green starts to walk around a little bit shaking his head as he says his next phrase Green - Bryan Tann. Fans explode into a huge mixed reaction... Green - Bryan Fucking Tann. I hope your watching this. I know your watching this. How many times so we have to sit here and listen to you say " I quit i am done" only to come back 2 months later. You sir are a quitter. Your had your chance here to make some noise. The BMF lasted what? 1 week? Thats pathetic. Your disgrace to this business Tann. I will go out here right now and say your NOT welcome in the OWF. You come in all high and mighty only to weakly walk away. The challenge will always be out there Tyran Bann. Its up to you if you ever have the guts to accept it. I dont think you do. So just go back home to Pittsburgh PA and be a freakin loser I dont care. But we all know TANN that BMF was ONE PERSON. VINNY VEGAS. NOT YOU. You rode his coat tails. You were 2nd fiddle. Hell your career would have never amounted to shit without Vegas. Then I carried you a few matches you stiff son of a bitch. So its out there man any time any place. You and me. But we all know this will fall on deaf ears. Falcoon - Oh what the hell are you talking about? You ruined this place! Green pauses there as the fans are almost in shock as to what was just said. Green - Ground breaking is the game CHRIS GREEN IS THE NAME BY GOD. While we are talking about ground breaking announcements. I will announce it right now. Yes its true. The REAL OWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION is coming back shortly. Just clearing a few things with attorneys and officially relinquishing all ownership interest in this federation. But I came here to Funeral of Hearts for a reason. AN OPEN CHALLENGE. All those pieces of crap in the back. Every last one of you rooted against me when I faced DK. All you guys taunted me. Shit when I left the locker room for my match I had a sign on my door that said Die Chris Green DIE. Green wipes his eyes mockingly Green - That hurt my feelings. I truly thought each and everyone of you loved me. Hell without Chris Green life wouldn't be worth living for most of you. I am a living legend. King of the world. Some say he his CHRIS BY GOD GREEN. Because BY GOD DAMMIT He is that damn good and each and every one of you arent on that level. I went out there did my job. I beat DK to within an inch of his life. I carried that show like always. I made things happen that you guys just sat back and said holy shit I can't believe it. The fans were so into that match. Tower of Death. All your livelihoods on the line. Here WE are. I wanna get psycho Meaning Of Life By Disturbed is heard over the PA System... Kaige steps out onto the ramp. Green applauds him on his way to the ring. Green - Ladies and gentlemen.. Welcome the future of this buisness... With the right guide and influence... This man will lead the new breed OWF talent and I gaurentee you.. With me by his side he will be an OWF champion! Kaige climbs into the ring and Green hands him the microphone. Kaige - You can call me trash.. You can call me a career ender.. I don't care what you call me.. One thing's for sure, runnin with Chris Green.. You can call me champ! Green now points to the back as Kaige hands the mic back to him. Green - So who out there wants a piece? Cmon I am right here. I know most of you thought in your minds.. Shit? Do I have what it takes to beat a former 5 time world heavyweight champion. A household name. When you think ASW or OWF you think Chris Green. One of the greatest world champions of all time. I have ended career after career. So come on? They wait.... The lights in the arena go out and a red light covers the arena, a chopped and screwed voice comes over the PA and says. "Expect Me Like You Expect Jesus To Come Back....I'm Comin" The scratching of a record is heard as if on a DJ's turntable and then more words come. "I'm the man in my city ain't nobody fuckin wit me You can ask the real niggaz and all the bad bitches" The scratching of the record is heard again and a song starts to play. Its "Whatz Next" by 2pac and then that spins out and then "Till I Collapse" by Eminem starts playing as smoke starts to fill the stage and you can see the stage open up and somebody starts coming up from under the stage on a platform. The music changes to "Go To Sleep" by Eminem, Obie Trice, and DMX. "I Ain't gonna eat, I ain't gonna
sleep The beat drops and the song plays as the smoke starts to clear and you see the image of a man standing there and as the smoke clears and the lights come back on, its none other than SHYNE. Shyne is standing there with a smirk on his face. He's clad in some Street Warrior Denim faded jeans, tan timbs, and his new OWF shirt that has his Logo on the front and on the back it says "THE KING IS BACK." The crowd is going insane. Green looks almost shocked, but then starts to laugh... Green - You have got to be kidding me!!!??? Shyne - What Green, didnt expect me to come back after I got shot? Did you think I was gonna sit back and just watch you talk shit? Well you were sadly fuckin mistaken because I have a World Title to win Green - Once again someone else whose entire career was based off of getting a draw in a match with me. One lucky night because he knows deep in his heart he couldn't beat someone of my caliber. Shyne - Of your caliber? Green you are the true definition of a bitch, you hid behind Static, you and your racist jokes, Shaun Stewart and Amaru carried you! Green - Who won 2 OWF titles? And who has won ABSOLUTELY NOTHING except a retired title that means jack shit. Your nothing Shyne I know it , the fans know it, your mom knows it. Just go back to YOUR HOOD in Chicago and eat it.. Shyne - Me go back to my hood? Nah, I'm RIGHT here in the OWF RIGHT now, but it also turns out Green, that I'm not the only mothafucka returning tonight because there is another man who wants your head on a fuckin platter. The PA system blats with a voice over.. PA System - When you see the static.... YOU'RE FUCKED!!!! Everything is quiet for about 10 seconds... PA System - Now you're doing the waltz with your murderer! "Memphis will be laid to waste" by Norma Jean comes over the PA system. It creeps on slowly leaving a ringing in your ears... Theirs a man's scream... The sight that comes next is almost scary. JESSE WILLIAMS APPEARS AT THE TOP OF THE ENTRANCERAMP AS THE FANS EXPLODE INTO HUGE CHEERS!!!!! Green looks shocked like he has seen a ghost... Falcoon - JESSE! JESSE WILLIAMS IS HERE! Burst - Fuck! I knew I shouldn't have come back! Falcoon - But how can Jesse be here? He's sapouse to be in Ottawa defending his United States title! Burst - Simple... Falcoon - How? Burst - MAGIC! Williams - Greener....Greener......Greener!!! What the fuck is up BIATCH! Williams is laughing as he walks slowly to the ring with Shyne... Williams - The OWF FRANCHISE is back! All you all can do is watch and lookie here? I got someone else who hates you Green in Shyne. So guess what your cornered. Shyne jumps into the ring and Kaige leaps over the top rope to the outside. Green tries to get out of the ring, but by this time Shyne is on one side and Williams is on the other... Shyne goes right for Green he tackles Green to the mat and begins throwing wild punches, Williams tells Shyne to lift Green up, Shyne grabs Green's arms and Williams laughs and goes for a chair that is outside he gets back into the ring.. Williams swings it... GREEN DUCKS AND IT LAYS OUT SHYNE!!!!!! Instantly the crowd goes from cheers, to confusion. The arena is quiet.... .... .... .... Burst - Jesus christ.. You can hear a fuckin pin drop in here. A voice over hits the PA... ... PA System - C......C.....C....COLD GRASS.... Williams stands over Shyne as the fans are in shock at what has just taken place...and suddenly a sick smile hits his face... Kaige slides back into the ring laughing. Williams - When will these thugs ever learn? POTHEADS ALWAYS STICK TOGETHER! Green - Thats right ladies and gentlemen. COLD GRASS IS BACK. How sweet it is. The OWF FRANCHISE AND CHRIS "BY GOD" GREEN. Let anyone try and stop us. 2 of the best legends this fucking business has ever seen. They might as well give either of us the world title cause its coming back on some old skoolers not some pathetic emos or thugs. Falcoon - Yeah we get it... All these of these men can kiss my ass. Burst - And balls. Falcoon - Williams way to turn your back! Burst - Just like a mexican! Williams hits Shyne with a DDT ON THE CHAIR that busts him open. Kaige re-adjusts the chair then picks up Shyne.. Kaige plants him with a Break Out! Green now bounces off the ropes and hits THE FALL FROM GRACE!!!! Burst - Williams, Green, and Kaige... They're ColdGrass? This sucks... I'm outta here.. I don't get paid for this over time shit.. Falcoon - I hear ya partner. With ColdGrass here.. Nothing good can possibly come from this. Back to School by deftones hits as Green, Kaige, and Williams exit the ring. |
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