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The commercial fades out and it opens again to Falcoon and Burst… Falcoon - AHOOOOO!!! Welcome to the countdown to the Quest For the Best!!! Burst - Fuck Falcoon…how many times do I have to tell you to warn me before you do that? Falcoon - I always do it… Burst - Yeah…but its not always that I’m hung over at the pre show. I’m usually drunk! A limo is parked outside of the OWF arena and the driver opens the door and out comes Jesse Williams with a big shit eating grin on his face, Plague and Angel. Burst - Looks like Imperium has made it unfortunately. Falcoon - It's great! OWF IS GOING DOWN TONIGHT. GO IMPERIUM! Burst - Looks like that snot nosed bitch Green isn't there? I wonder where he is. Out comes Green with a pretty serious look on his face as the 4 of them make their way to the entrance of the arena. Burst - Damn there he is. Just then OWF reporter Toby wilks comes into the scene. Green - Well looky here? Wanna choke me out faggot? Wilks - Don't make me. I just want to get your game plan here for this evening? What does Imperium have in store for us? Green - A lot. Lets just say the tide will turn tonight. Just everyone sit back and enjoy the show because when the dust settles? OWF UNITED will be buried! Plague - Now get the fuck out of our way. Wilks - I want a chance to speak with Angel the challenger tonight? Angel - We're all done talking. Now get the fuck outta my face. All 4 of them continue walking into the arena. Wilks - I guess that is all we are gonna get thus far. Back to you guys. Burst - Damn they look pretty serious tonight. Falcoon - I think tonight they have some big time shit in store. Just sit back and enjoy Burst… Burst - Enjoy what? OWF United kick their collective asses? That’s not a surprise Gary, that happens every week. Falcoon - Imperium has some of the biggest talent in OWF… Burst - Really? Who? The drug addicted anorexic in Plague? The grease back in Williams? The bench warmer in Green? And Angel? Well, Angel is kinda bad ass. Falcoon - And over to Toby Wilks who has the Electric Guitar standing by! The scene shifts to Toby Wilks standing off the red carpet with one Electric Guitar, who looks very impatient standing there. He waves at a few of the passing divas before Toby introduces himself and EG. Wilks - Thanks Nick…here I am with Electric Guitar. Here EG gives a thumbs up. Wilks - So EG…you're back in the OWF after three months. What do you have to say? EG looks at Toby like he has three heads. EG - You know I’m not one for words…so let me say this. I’ll let my actions tonight and over the next month tell the story of what I have to say for myself. Now if you don’t mind, I have a big night to prepare for. He brushes past Toby Wilks hitting into him with his shoulder…Toby stares after him and shrugs his shoulders. Burst - That was amazing! EG just totally snubbed Wilks! Falcoon - I agree with you…Wilks looks like he got turned down for a date. The two stare at each other and then back at Toby on the screen…and exchange looks of disgust. Burst - EWWWW!!! And not the cool kind of EWWW… Falcoon - Grottyyy!!!!! The scene cuts away from ring side and opens up again backstage outside of Duality's locker room. Some shuffling can be heard inside. The cameraman, finally gaining some balls, opens the door to find a dark figure standing in front of the mirror. But its not whom we expect. The camera pans around until the face of Aphrodisia Jordan can be seen, the rings in her lips absent. She glances angrily at the camera before returning her focus to the mirror where she is writting in light pink lipstick. I love you. - Prissy She withdraws the lipstick from the mirror, eyeing her handiwork. She draws the lipstick across her own lips and leans forward to kiss the mirror just beneath the words. Capping the lipstick, she smacks her lips and walks out of the dressing room. Burst - I always said she was trouble! She’s just going to get Plague’s ass kicked even more. Way to go Aphi! Falcoon - Duality is no match for the Plague man…I say Plague beats him in two matches tonight. Burst - Care to wager…Meth Head vs. Trilogy? Falcoon - I’ll put…a hundred on Plague Burst - Just a hundred…how about a paycheck? Falcoon - Isn't that less than a hundred? Anyways, I hear we have Jackie Kissens speaking with Eclipse in the back. Jackie? The scene cuts to Jackie Kissens steping into a room with a cameraman in tow. The door closes behind her as she excitedly steps forward to a figure sitting motionless in a chair. .Eclipse. Jackie looks over the cloak before checking her hair in the mirror of Eclipse's mask. Jackie - This is Jackie Kissens. I'm standing here with Eclipse. She will be facing WoW Champion Alexis Cage for the title tonight. Eclipse, can I get your thoughts on your opponent tonight? Eclipse sits completely still as if a statue. There is no response. Jackie looks at her and then back to the camera for a long moment in silence. Nervously she steps closer. Jackie - It's been obvious that you never liked Alexis. What's the reason behind that? Again Eclipse says nothing and remains unmoving. Jackie sighs in frustration. It's obvious she's worried about being so close to Eclipse, but at the same time she's annoyed. Jackie - Where were you during your absence from company? Nothing. Jackie seems poised for a meltdown tantrum. She stomps her foot. Jackie - Well are you gonna say something or what? What the hell?! Yet again she receives no reaction or movement to even show a sign of life. Tension fills the room. Jackie doesn't seem to notice as she flips out. Jackie - Damn you! You can't treat me like this. I was there to bring you into the company when I was the WoW prez. I should still be the prez! Say something you ungrateful bitch! You are ruining my interview! Still nothing. Fed up, Jackie throws the mic onto the floor and turns her back to Eclipse. Jackie - I'm out of here. I don't have to put up with this! I'm important! As she steps towards the door Eclipse rises to her feet behind her. Jackie turns around, her face still red. She sees her face in the reflection as normal color begins returning to her features. Jackie seems perplexed by this as she looks at her reflection in the mask. She sees something inside herself, within the reflective surface of the featureless mask. Something she doesn't want to believe is there. Slowly she grows pale as fear fills her. She takes a step back, quivering. That cameraman steps closer trying to get a better angle. Eclipse turns from Jackie and lashes out. The camera ends up on the ground on its side. Jackie's legs can be seen running out of the room. A cloak slowly moves into view, blocking out any picture. Eclipse - Was it something I said? The scene cuts back to Burst and Falcoon. Burst - Five thousand that the Mexican doesn’t take a bath in the next week. Falcoon - Ok Deal. The two shake hands and the feed cuts
backstage where we were previously, and the camera
focuses in on a door that reads "OWF United"
and then Draco, underneath. Suddenly the door barges
open, and Draco stampedes out into the hallway, rubbing
the hands that he'd just finished taping. You can hear
the crowd cheering in the arena as he makes his way
through the hallway, shoving past any staff members that
get in his way. He takes a left into the next corridor,
and it's completely empty, save some equipment. He
continues down this path, Alexis - Ahh! Get him out of here! Inside the closet stands Jesse Williams and Alexis Cage. Williams is fuming, and Cage is playing a little game of grab the pickle. She blushes wildly as she's caught with her hand down Jesse's pants. Draco scans the two up and down. Draco - I guess Mexicans are small. Everywhere. Jesse begins to huff and puff and lunges at Draco, but the door is slammed in his face. Draco continues down the hallway, trying to rid his mind of the horrid images he's just encountered. Burst - HA! You hear that! Mexicans ARE small. Everywhere! Falcoon - Why was Draco looking though? Burst - Um, uhhhh… Falcoon - Exxxxactly! The scene cuts to Plague walking down the hallway carrying a bag of gear over his shoulder and his tag belt in his hand. A voice sounds from behind him. Voice - You really think your something don’t you? Plague stops and glances up looking around. He sees a robed figure leaning up against the wall, his head down. He lifts his head up and walks over to him. Plague - Evening Duality… Duality - You really do don’t you? Plague - Yeah, I heard it the first time… Duality - Well, I got something you don’t… Plague - Did she finally hit you with a restraining order buddy? Duality - No. Plague - Oh really, possibly charging you with sexual harassment? Duality - She loves me. Plague is dumbfounded. He stares at Du with his mouth half open. Plague - Excuse me. Duality - She loves me. She wrote it on my mirror. Just like she used to do. Plague - No that can’t be. Duality - It sure is…and that reminds me. He grabs Plague by the collar and slams him against the wall. Plague is so shocked that he doesn’t do anything to fight it… Duality - If I see you with her. If I see you look at her…if she even so much as mentions your name. I will kill you. Mark my words. Plague comes to his senses and pushes him away with both hands. Plague - Don’t fucking touch me…ever! With that he turns his back and speed walks away to the Imperium dressing room…Duality places his hands in his pockets and leans up against the wall again. The scene cuts to Falcoon and Burst arguing again about bets. Burst - I bet twenty bucks by the end of the night…Spaz will look like Toby Wilks! Falcoon - You’re on…I bet he’ll start a Duality fan base! Burst - Anyways, I’m told its time for our first Compound match up of the night. Hector Rage vs. TNT. Falcoon - Yea, turns out that we don’t care. Everyone turns their attention to the ring. Hector Rage stands in the ring, physically intimidating the young Italian…TNT. TNT runs forward, but Rage smashes a huge boot to his chest causing him to stagger back rasping for air. Rage raises his arms and the crowd taunts him calling out “Canole” as loud as they can. TNT seems to catch a bit of momentum from this as he runs against the ropes again and charges at Hector again. Hector takes him out with a flair chop across the chest. Blood slowly starts to ooze fro TNT’s mane of chest hair as he drags himself back to his feet. He tries to stoke up the crowd, but the crowd has come to a realization. He sucks the cock at wrestling. TNT stops and turns around to see Hector Rage bearing down on him like a tiger. He squeals as Rage slaps to hands over his throat and lifts him up choking him. Rage walks around the ring and drops him hard in center of the mat. TNT grabs Rage’s ankles, begging for mercy. Hector looks out at the crowd and shrugs. They begin cheering. “Kill him, Kill him, Kill him…”. Rage grins stupidly at the crowd and raises a terrified TNT to his feet. Hector smacks the smaller man hard in the face before lifiting him up from a vertical postion, into a powerbomb. He slams the Italian so hard on the mat, that he bounces up a foot. Rage places a foot on TNT’s chest and the ref counts. 1… 2... 3... Missy Janson - Your winner…HECTOR RAGE!!!! Burst - Well, that was relatively painless. Falcoon - Are you kidding? I never ever want to see what blood and black Italian hair look like together again…put a damn shirt on you carpet! Burst - Stupid Dagos…and just when we thought the pain was over…we have yet another compound match! Missy Janson - And now, the main event for tonights pre-show, The Compound Championshippp matchhhhh!!!!! Burst - Will somebody just take a chainsaw to these compound losers. Falcoon - This is the new generation Nick! These guys are the future of sports entertainment! Burst - Well if that's the case, than I might as well retire on top. Falcoon - You keep up at this pace, and you'll have retired and returned more times then the OWF has closed and re-opened. Burst - Funny. Very funny. Now let's get on with this useless match that absolutely no one cares about. Falcoon - But- Burst - NO-ONE. Missy Janson - Introducing first to the ring, your #1 contender to the Compound Championship, SAVAGGEEEEE YOUTHHHH!!!!! "Mr. Disaster" by the Madhats blares over the P.A. system, and all at once the entire arena stands and unites in a single scream of "YO!" as pryos shoot up from the ramp. Savage Youth comes walking down to the ring smiling ecstaticly at the ovation he's recieving. He chants Yo over and over again, and the crowd joins in. He steps into the ring and awaits his opponent as his music dies down. Falcoon - Well looks like we have a compound hero here in Savage Youth. Think he'll be able to pull off the win Nick? No response. Falcoon - Nick? He turns his head, and Burst is out cold on the announcers table, snoring loudly and drooling all over the place. Falcoon - That is. .utterly horrifying. Missy Janson - And Now, Introducing your Compound Champion, COKEKIDDDDDD!!!!!!!!! "Lit up" by Buckcherry explodes through the arena and the crowd cheers loudly. Cokekid comes stumbling out form behind the curtain, idly smiling into nothingness. His eyes are wide and he wipes his nose continously as he walks down the ramp. He steps into the ring, barely paying attention to Youth. (Ding, Ding, Ding) Cokekid stumbles into the far turnbuckles, smiling aimlessly into the crowd. They begin to cheer and he raises his arms in the air, getting an even bigger reaction. Youth stares on from the other corner, getting agitated. Youth - Eh, Yo! I'm ova heeh! Cokekid turns to face Youth, and gives him a smile as well. Cokekid - Yahhh Duuuddeee! Falcoon - This is pathetic. Burst - .... Falcoon - Agreed. Youth charges at Cokekid and takes him off his feet with a ferocious clothesline. Cokekid stands right back up, apparently unaffected. Youth charges at him again and doubles Cokekid over with a knee to the gut. Cokekid stumbles back, trying to regain his composure, and Youth is all over him. He delievers a punch to the back of Cokekid, and then an uppercut to the face, sending Cokekid backwards into the ropes. His arms hook around the top rope, and when Savage goes to follow up Cokekid lifts himself and plants both feet in Savage's chest. Falcoon - Wow, I wasn't aware Cokekid knew he was in a match. Burst - .... Falcoon - Damnit! Savage stumbles back and Cokekid lifts himself off the ropes. He charges at Youth while he has a chance and leaps off his feet, nailing a huge cross body block. Immediately he jumps off of Youth and sprints towards the turnbuckles. Behind him, Youth is on one knee. Cokekid jumps directly up to the second turnbuckle and flys off with a HUGE BACKFLIP! He nails Youth, and both come crashing back down to the ground. The crowd goes nuts, cheering for both competitors. Falcoon -Nice move, eh Nick? Burst - ... Falcoon leans over and smacks Burst on the back of the head. Falcoon - Nice move, eh Nick!? Burst - Huh? Wha? Both men start to get to their feet and they meet in the center of the ring. They begin to trade punches back and forth, and when it seems like Youth has the upper hand, Cokekid strikes back hard in the gut, doubling Youth over. Cokekid jumps backwards, letting his body lean into the ropes and he catapults off. He goes for a clothesline but Youth ducks it, and Cokekid goes off the ropes on the other side. On his way back he leaps off his feet, trying for the body block again but YOUTH CATCHES HIM! He holds him for a moment, turning around in the ring as the crowd cheers, and then he runs forward and delivers a huge powerslam that shakes the ring! Youth goes for the cover! 1. .2. .thr--kickout by Cokekid! Falcoon - Gotta give the kid credit, he really wants to retain. Burst - You..hit me. Falcoon - Eh, get over it. Youth stands up, agitated by the call. He turns and begins to argue with the ref but Cokekid is getting back to his feet. He runs forward and spears Youth in the back of the knee, causing him to run right into the ref! The ref is knocked out cold! Burst - In two seconds I'm going into that ring myself and ending this match. Falcoon - Go for it. Youth is starting to get up, but Cokekid is there waiting for him. He kicks him in the gut and executes a swinging neck breaker! Youth is out in the middle of the ring and a huge smile crosses Cokekids face. He sprints towards the turnbuckle and jumps swiftly in one motion up to the top. He raises his arms and the crowd goes crazy. He turns back to Youth and leaps off. NUMB! Cokekid hits his top rope finisher! Falcoon - This kid impresses me more and more every week! You see the air he got! Burst - Good. Now make the pin! Falcoon - The refs still out.. Burst - Fuckin christ. Cokekid, seeing the fallen ref, doesn't even go for the pin. He slides out of the ring and heads to the announcers table. Burst - The little fucking runt is coming over here! Lemme take care of em! Falcoon - Down boy. Cokekid goes over to the side and grabs the Compound Championship belt, the crowd cheering him on. He slides back into the ring and taunts for a bit. Behind him Youth is starting to rise. Cokekid brandishes the belt in his hand, getting ready to swing at the exact moment Youth faces him. Youth turns around, and Cokekid swings. . but he's caught! The ref caught the belt from behind him! Cokekid turns and starts to argue insanely, and eventually he rips the belt from the ref, but it falls out of his hands onto the canvas. Not even realizing what's behind him, he turns to retrieve the belt and Youth kicks him in the gut! He hooks his head, and Yo-Yo Driver! RIGHT ONTO THE TITLE BELT! Falcoon - Cokekid is split open! We could see a new champion here tonight! Youth collapses down onto the lifeless Cokekid and wraps the leg! The ref starts the count, and with every hit of the canvas, the crowd screams Yo! "YO! YO! YO!" 1..2..3! Missy Janson - Ladies and Gentleman, your newwwwww Compound Champion, SAVAGEEEE YOUTHHHH!!!!! The crowd erupts in cheers as Youth grabs the title and holds it high in the air, his music blaring over the P.A. system. Falcoon - He did it Nick! The compound hero has got what he rightfully deserves! Burst - Wonderful. Now, let's move on before I fall asleep again. My paycheck gets cut everytime I sleep on air. We switch to a view of backstage. Sitting in their lockerroom, we see Jesse Williams and Plague preparing in their own ways for the Quest For The Best Tournament. Jesse is lacing up his boots as Plague adjusts the tape he has just applied to his wrists. Plague - Man, it's going to be great when this night is over. Williams - You're telling me! Plague - I can't wait to get into the ring. Williams - I've been dying to since I signed up for this damn thing. Plague - It will be worth it when I'm holding the trophy high over my head tonight. Williams raises his head and sits up. He looks directly into Plague's eyes. Williams - Wait, when YOU'RE holding the trophy? Plague - That's right. Williams pushes himself out of his seat and looks down at the seated Plague. Williams - You're sadly mistaken if you think that is the case. Plague - Oh yeah? Plague then stands up, as well, getting into the face of Jesse Williams as both men are locked in a staredown. Plague - What is your version of tonights future events? Williams - Isn't it obvious? Williams smirks. Williams - I'm walking out on- Suddenly the locker room door busts open and Cameron Frost walks in, both men stop their bickering and stare at the large man. Frost smiles and goes to turn away, but then doubles back and smashes a right hand into the face of Williams. Quick as a flash, Plague grabs Frost by the hair and smashes a hard right hand into his face sending him reeling back. Plague - You want to have a go at him, you have to go through me. If it wasn't such a big night I'd kick your ass right here and now. Unfortunately for me and fortunately for you, I need to save my strength. Get out before I change my mind. Frost scowls at the two Imperium members and rubs his jaw as he walks out of the dressing room. The scene swings back to the two announcers at the desk. Falcoon drums a pen absent mindedly on his desk while Burst takes a swig out of a glass of whiskey and is about to pick up his cigarette and take a drag when he notices the camera. Burst - Are we on? The camera moves up and down to indicate yes. Burst - Ahhh shit. He chugs back his whiskey and throws his cigarette out. Burst - How 'bout that Mexican Falcoon? Falcoon - Yeah, Mexican…that’s right. Both sit silently staring at the camera for a moment…when Falcoon raises his hand up to his ear. Falcoon - This just in…the PPV is about to start!!! |