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Missy Janson - The next match is an enclosed cage match. The fans begin to cheer. Missy Janson - Making his way to the ring, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada...Plague! The arena goes entirely dark and then the drum rolls of Down with the Sickness is heard throughout the arena. The words The Plague Has Struck appears on the titantron, each word at a time.Ooh Ah Ah Ah Ah The pyros blast off as the first scream in the song is heard illuminating the whole arena and revealing a man at the enterance ramp with a guitar slung over his black trenchcoat. Ooh Ah Ah Ah Ah The man slowly looks up and begins his walk down to the ring. Drowning deep in my sea of loathing Looking at my own reflection When he's about halfway, he breaks into a sprint and slides under the bottom rope. Plague raises up to his knees and then raises up and walks over to his corner. Get up, come on get down with the sickness He stops there for a moment before bracing one hand on the turnbuckle and then seamlessy jumping and landing cross legged on the turnbuckle. Falcoon - We get to finally see this Harbinger guy in action. Missy Janson - And..from who the hell knows where...Harbinger_Z! The tron goes black and as do the lights. Static comes over the screen as we see a typewriter. We zoom in on the paper as it's typed out Harbinger_Z. Suddenly "Megolomania" by starts to play as we see pictures of known terrorists and some of the sickest men in the world start showing up in a collage. Serial Killers, Racists, Rapists, and even Dictators. The lights come back up and in the ring is a black cloak. The cloak rises and out of it comes a wigged head. The black wig comes off and we see a short black haired man stand. Wearing a spray painted white "Angel" mask. He strips the cloak off and we see a totally white costume. White sleveless shirt, pants, elbowpads, gloves, kneepads, and boots. The camera focuses on the eyes and we see the sockets have been filled with clear lenses so you can't see the eyes to well. He points over to Nick Burst and blows a kiss. Falcoon - Hey! Nick you got a fan! Burst - Fuck you faggot! Falcoon - He's baaack. Kissens - ...Figures all the good ones are gay. Falcoon and Burst glare at Jackie. Burst - I can't wait for my retirement! The cage panels are locked together around the ring, and a top is lowered down that a few technicians lock into place. Everything is sturdy and they give the ref the okay. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Harbinger immediately clotheslines Plague down to the mat. Showing no strain at all, he kicks Plague right across the midsection, rolling him against the ropes. He immediately goes back to stomping the hell out of Plague as the referee tries to pull him off. Harbinger pushes the ref aside and lifts Plague up to his feet before tossing him into the side of the cage. Plague falls to the mat clutching his face, but Harbinger wastes no time in continuing his offensive assault. He grabs Plague by his hair, dragging him into a headlock position. Plague tries to fight out of it by hitting kidney punches, but Harbinger only tightens the hold. Finally, Plague lifts and backdrops Harbinger onto his back, stunning him for the first time. Falcoon - Plague finally got some offense in. Harbinger basically stands right back up, but Plague is a little slow to do so. Plague then hits a dropkick which pushes Harbinger up against the steel cage. Plague charges and hits a splash that smashes Harbinger up against the cage. He grabs Harbinger by the shoulders and pushes him up against the cage once again. Harbinger kicks and gets away from the cage, but Plague takes him down with a bulldog. Burst - Plague is actually holding his own. Falcoon - Yeah, he's not doing too bad. Harbinger gets up and charges Plague, but Plague is able to avoid it. Harbinger hits his face on the cage and stumbles backwards. Plague rolls Harbinger up, using his pants to hook Harbinger down...1...2...3! Burst - He did it! Missy Janson - The winner of this match...Plague! Plauge reaches down while he has Harbinger pinned, reaching for his mask. Just then...The lights go out. When they come back on Harbinger_Z is gone save for his mask in Plagues' hands. The tron comes to life and we see a shadowy figure. Harbinger_Z - Suprised? I figured things would get interesting. Everyone wants to know whose behind this mask and why I have done what I have done. I have single handed done more damage than four of your so called great superstars. How great it must be to worship mediocrity. Let's give Plague a big round of applause. Because now comes the big ice breaker. Tonight I will reveal who I really am. Tonight we will find out whose behind this very mask. I hope you all are ready for the fallout. This is going to be a show stopper. Oh and by the way. The shadow moves and we see a large amount of explosives. Harbinger_Z - I planted these in the
arena. All over the place actually. Try and evacuate.
They go off. Oh and Jesse. You and The static cuts out. Falcoon - This fucker is nuts! Burst - Great now I can't leave early. How much more of this terrorism shit are we gonna stand for?
NICK BURST HAS BEEN A CORNERSTONE OF THE OWF ANNOUNCING BOOTH FOR TEN YEARS. WHO WILL FILL HIS SHOES? WILL GARRETT GREENE GET THE OPPORTUNITY? WILL SMOKEY GREENE GET THE JOB OVER HIS NEPHEW? WILL ZOMBIE TOBY WILKS COME BACK TO EAT BRAINS THROUGH HIS DRONING COMMENTARY? FIND OUT THIS WEEK ON
Falcoon - Wow Nick, You're big time now! Who is gonna get your job! Burst - I have some inside information, ever hear of a guy named...Fudgepacker. Kissens - EW GROSS! Falcoon - You're a gross guy. Burst - WHAT HE HUNG OUT WITH oo6! Falcoon - I bet he would! Missy Janson - The following match, is the final match of the best of three series for the Public Display of Aggression Championship and the WoW Championship -- which will be unified into the Universal Championship...So far, it is tied one to one... The fans all get up out of their seats, waiting for the two competitors. Missy Janson - The match is a normal rules match. Win by pinfall or submission. Coming to the ring first, from Las Vegas, Nevada...Jesse Williams! The lights go black as a deep, eerie growl is heard over the PA. Immediately we hear dirty, distored guitars come in before being followed by the drums kicking in. Walk around the room with a glaze in your
stare. As the music dies down a bit, we see Jesse Williams walk out from the back. The lights come back up to a normal setting. He holds a bottle of water in his hand as he slowly struts down the ramp. He takes his time walking towards the ring, making sure to take in all his surroundings. He gets to the bottom of the ramp and stops as the music starts to kick back in. NOW YOU'RE DOING THE WALTZ WITH YOUR MURDERER! Walk around the room with a glaze in your
stare. YEAH! He slides into the ring, immediately holding his arms up as the repeated pounding of the drums resonates in the minds of all the fans watching him. He walks to the side of the ring closest to the cameras. He places his left foot on the middle rope, and his right foot on the top rope as he takes a sip of his water. He holds his arm up as he spits the water into the air as the vocals kick back in. Mediocrity is the killer. You find yourself helpless. Strobe lights flicker all over the arena as Jesse climbs back down off the ropes and gets into his corner. He begins stretching, using the ropes and getting himself prepared. He laid emeralds in her eyes, And we painted crooked lines, All I know now is regret, The music dies down and Williams stands up straight, awaiting the beginning of the match. Burst - Jesse does not look good. Falcoon - Not at all. Kissens - Eh, I'd still do him. Missy Janson - And his opponent, he is the current OWF Network Champion and one half of the OWF Tag Team Champions, he is defending the WoW Championship in this match...From Whitesboro, New York...Draco! The lights go dark in the arena and the fans hush to whispers in anticipation of what will come. The hushed crowd is cut off by an eerie chorus of little girls singing. Ring around the rosies The voices scream the last word and a majority of the audience covers their ears from the high pitched assault. In the background a low pitched hum is heard. The fans start to stand up as the wail of a guitar is heard joining in with the low pitched hum. The fans are on the feet cheering already. All eyes on the darkened entrance ramp. The screen flickers to life flashing name after name of the OWF roster.
Ashes, ashes The children's voices return are seen scrolling along with the names on the big screen just before the vocalist of Circle of Red begins to sing out the lyrics to "Suffer". The names and words fade slowly and bring the arena back into darkness. The guitars are reaching their peak. The drums are kicking in. The fans are still cheering and on their feet. Your words are a scalpel The screen kicks to life and red lights around the entranceway flicker on and off with the beat of the drums. The silhouette of a man is seen. Red light shown behind him. His head is down and the screen flickers to life cementing the identity of that man as Draco. A bloodied and battered Draco holding a title above his head. It is the Network Title. Another clip shows Draco in much the same bloodied state holding the OWF World Title. The music starts to get harder as the two images start to flicker to life. The videos are grainy and look as if you are peering at them through a thin layer of blood. SUFFER! SUFFER! As the last two words are screamed through the PA a series of explosions rip from either side of the stage in a synchronized motion to the center in front of the entrance way. The explosions slowly getting bigger until the last. A figure is seen in the middle of the entrance as the explosion erupts. The man has his head down and his arms out hanging at his side. Three titles are seen in his hands reflecting the red light as they sway in the man's grip. Thick clouds of smoke from the pyrotechnics hang in the air as the heavy rock music continues. Broken as I seem to be The smoke starts to clear and Draco is seen standing there with his head still down. The Network and one half of the Tag Titles exposed to the world as he puts them over his shoulders with a blank expression on his face. The ash and soot covering his shoulders and face. He looks up towards the ring showing his oddly dull blue eyes. His wrists taped as they normally are, but his right shoulder is still bandaged up slightly. His scarred chest is showed once more. This thin white scars that people find hard to look at, no hope. He starts to walk toward the ring with no showmanship, no act, nothing, but a mission in his head...to make his opponent suffer. ...suffer... A low whisper is heard through the rock music. Draco stands in front of the ring just staring at it. He slides into the ring as the PA sends a low roar, almost demonic speaking that one word. SUFFER! Draco stands in the ring as the lights start to fade back down to their normal state. Draco stands there still half covered in the soot and char from the explosions of his entrance. The music slowly dies with one of the Tag Titles over his shoulder not caring about them all. His Network Title treated much the same way. Just caring about the bell. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Falcoon - I can feel the heat. Can you? Kissens - Not really. Burst - Nope. Falcoon - Fuck you guys. Williams limps to the middle of the ring, as does Draco who is still recovering from the barbed wire netting. The two legends meet in the center of the ring in a staredown to end all staredowns. No words are spoken, no movement are made -- the look on each others faces is enough for them to not break this battle of the eyes. Falcoon - Someone make a move. Williams steps back, followed by Draco, and they begin to circle each other. Kissens - These two men know each other so well now, that it's hard to take an advantage. Williams lunges for Draco's legs, but Draco sprawls out and avoids it. He tries to kick Jesse while he is down, but Jesse rolls out of the way and bounces quickly back to his feet. Draco attempts a double armed clothesline, but Jesse catches the arms, brings them into his chest and nails a huge double arm underhook suplex on Draco. Jesse rolls right back up to his feet while Draco holds his lower back in a bit of pain before pushing himself up to one knee, then right to his feet. The two men lock up, with neither getting the advantage at first. They push each other around the ring before Draco trips Jesse's bad leg and Williams falls down to the mat. Draco wastes no time as he drops an elbow across the left knee of Jesse. He follows it up by keeping his elbow pressed on Jesse's knee while he wrenched the foot of Williams. Jesse screams in pain, but is able to grab a hold of the ropes. The referee calls for a rope break and Draco breaks the hold, using the ropes himself to pull himself to his feet. Falcoon - Draco is taking advantage of every weakness of Jesse Williams. Burst - Would you expect any less? Draco grabs two handfuls of Jesse's hair and drags him up to his unsteady feet. Draco nails two snap kicks to the knee, the second of which buckles Jesse down to the mat where Draco runs and nails a lifting knee to the prone face of Jesse. Jesse falls back to the mat, as pain pulsates throughout his entire body...Draco makes the cover as the referee slides into place...1...2..kickout. Draco pulls the hair of Jesse again, dragging him along the mat towards the corner. Jesse eventually begins to crawl his way in that direction before he is picked up and pushed back first into the turnbuckle. Draco hops up to the second rope to the left of Jesse and hops up, nailing a pele kick to the head of Jesse whose head just falls back onto the top turnbuckle. Kissens - What a shot, y'all! Falcoon - I think Jesse is out. Draco lifts Jesse out of the corner and brings him down with a double arm clothesline. Wasting little time, Draco drops a knee across the face of Jesse, followed by rabid punches directly to his forehead. Draco pushes himself up and dusts off his shoulders, mocking Jesse as he is down. After a few seconds, Draco lifts up Jesse and tosses him to the outside of the ring. The referee begins the manditory ten count. 1...2...3... Falcoon - A ten count? Burst - Haven't had one of those in forever! Jesse gets back up to one knee and uses the apron to steady himself. 4...5...6... Jesse rolls into the ring and Draco immediately stomps on him. Burst - Draco is relentless right now. He lifts Jesse up, and irish whips him towards the ropes. Jesse hobbles as he runs, but he has no choice. As he returns, Draco attempts a spinwheel kick, but Jesse ducks and stops dead in his tracks. As he turns around, Draco nails a kick to his stomach and tucks Jesse's head between his legs. He lifts Jesse up for a powerbomb, but Williams slides down his back. He grabs Draco in a reverse waist lock and throws him over his head, attempting a german suplex but Draco over rotates and lands on his feet. Draco charges Jesse, who has his back to him and Draco leap frogs him. Jesse is stunned momentarily as Draco hops to the top rope, jumps back off and wraps his legs around Jesse's head. He swings down attempting a hurricanrana, but Jesse holds onto his legs. Jesse swings Draco up and nails a kneeling powerbomb that takes a lot out of both men. The fans are cheering loudly from the showing they have seen tonight. Kissens - The fans know when they see legends duking it out. Falcoon - They are getting their moneys worth of hat tonight. Draco begins to move first but Jesse is able to grab onto the middle rope and pull himself up to one knee. He keeps an eye on Draco who crawls away as he tries to pick himself up. Williams catches his breath in the corner as Draco gets up from one knee to both feet with his back to Jesse. As soon as Draco starts to clumsily turn around, Williams charges and nearly cuts Draco in half with a vicious spear. Burst - My god! Draco looks like he got hit by a car. Falcoon - Probably felt like it too! Williams lays exhausted on the mat, but he is able to drape an arm across the chest of Draco who lays beside him. The referee slides in to make the count...1...2...kickout! Williams looks shocked as he rolls over onto his stomach and begins to push himself up to all fours. Draco is having a difficult getting up, and tries using the ropes. Jesse stumbles to his feet, and nearly falls out of the ring as his legs almost give out, but he proceeds to walk towards Draco. Draco sees him coming and musters up any strength left in his arm to throw a right hook that connects with the jaw of Jesse. Blood trickles down the nose of Williams and Draco attempts to pounce. He grabs Jesse and hooks him up for a suplex. Draco lifts Jesse straight up into the air but Jesse kicks his legs, and he lands back on his feet still in the suplex position. Jesse knees Draco in the gut and then hooks Draco's leg, for a fishermans suplex. Jesse lifts him up, and at the highest point, he sends Draco right back down onto his back with a sitout powerbomb. Falcoon - JESSE JUST NAILED HIS FINISHER! He covers Draco...1...2...thr- KICKOUT! Burst - HOLY SHIT! Williams looks absolutely shocked. Kissens - I've...that....what... Falcoon - The fans don't know who to cheer for anymore. They are just loving this match. Williams pushes himself up to his feet as he finally closes his mouth from the shock. Draco begins to pull himself up into the corner and Wiliams charges, with a gimpy leg. It gives Draco enough time to get his boot up and kick Jesse right in the stomach. Wasting no time, he doesn't even bother to tuck Jesse's head between his legs, Draco lifts Jesse up for a powerbomb. Jesse fights, punching Draco right hard right hands. Draco suddenly picks Jesse up and throws him over his head, crotching him on the top turnbuckle. Jesse sits facing the crowd on the top as the fans go nuts. Draco hops up to the top turnbuckle and wraps his legs around the neck of Jesse. He swings backwards, nailing a reverse hurricanrana right onto Jesse's neck. Kissens - THE HELLACIOUS! Burst - All done now. Draco stumbles a bit, but quickly covers Williams. The referee slides into place...1...2...thre- KICKOUT! Burst - You know, I think I'm gonna quit right now. Falcoon - WHAT IS GOING ON HERE! The fans are going nuts as Draco cannot believe what has just happened. Both men are in the ring, bloodied, brusied, beaten and unwilling to give up. Draco crawls on all fours towards the ropes, picking himself up. Williams is slower to do so as he pushes himself up in the middle of the ring. Burst - I don't know how they are going on! Draco runs out trying to kick out Jesse's leg but Jesse avoids it and nails Draco with a back elbow. Draco stumbles backwards, but returns with a european uppercut followed by a snap kick to the leg. Jesse bends over and Draco grabs Williams for a DDT. Jesse swings and turns it into a reverse DDT position on Draco. Draco turns himself around, putting himself in a regular DDT position. He flips Jesse over with a Northern Lights Suplex but Jesse lands on his feet. His left knee nearly buckles, but he hobbles it off. Draco nails a kick to the midsection of Jesse, followed by a left elbow. Draco attempts another kick to the midsection, but Jesse grabs it an nails a Dragon Twist, spinning the leg and body of Draco down to the ground. Draco gets right back up and goes for a right haymaker, but Jesse avoids it. He grabs Draco in a reverse waist lock and immediately tosses him over his head for german suplex, but Draco is able to land on his feet again. Falcoon - This is too fast paced even for me! Draco nails a dropkick to the back of Jesse which pushes him face first into the corner. Draco charges, but Jesse ducks and Draco hits chest first into the turnbuckle. He stumbles out backwards and Jesse gets back to his feet. Jesse attempts a superkick, but Draco ducks. Draco attempts a pele kick, but Jesse is able to avoid it at the last second. Both men square off and again Draco goes for a right haymaker and Jesse ducks it. Again he grabs Draco in a reverse waist lock, but Draco quickly rolls around the back of Jesse and grabs him into a reverse waist lock. Jesse finds it hard to break the grasp of Draco, who is trying to throw Jesse over. He finally break's Draco's hold and Jesse swings around the back of Draco now. He grabs him once more in reverse waist lock and realizes that it won't work. Burst - Nice try. Williams quickly locks Draco in a full nelson and flips him over backwards. Falcoon - DRAGON SUPLEX! DRAGON SUPLEX! Jesse holds it for the pin as he bridges his shoulders up...1...2...3! Falcoon - Jesse's a Grand Slammer!! Burst - Ugh! Missy Janson - The winner of this bout, receiving the final reigns of the Public Display of Aggression and Women of Wrestling Championships and the NEW OWF UNIVERSAL CHAMPION....JESSE WILLIAMS! Burst - I'm gonna be sick. I'll see you later. Burst gets up, removing his headset, and walks towards the back. Falcoon - He's not actually going to be sick, folks. He's just going back to prepare for his retirement speech. Kissens - What a doozy that will be! Falcoon - Speaking of doozy's...our next match up features two of the new era of OWF's brightest stars in Angel and Seraph. Kissens - ...It's too quiet without Nick complaining. Falcoon - You're right. I hope someone cool joins us. Kissens - Me too. We cut backstage, where we see Nick Burst walking around holding a few pieces of paper after making his way from the ringside area. He passes by a few wrestlers, most of which don't know what to say to him. Nick walks over to a soda machine, inserting a few coins from his pocket and pressing a button for a sprite. He leans up against the wall, thinking about his past ten years in the federation. Just then, President Chase Johnson walks by. He stops, and pats Burst on the shoulder. Prez CJ - Don't worry buddy, you'll be fine without us. Burst - Yeah, I'm more worried about if you'll be fine without me. Prez CJ - Hahaha. Good luck out there later. Burst - Thanks. Nick continues to stand alone, as the cameras cut to Missy Janson in the ring. Missy Janson - The next match of the night is scheduled for a one-fall, coming to the ring first from Alberta, Canada...Seraph! The three loud dongs are heard blistering across the arena as the lights dim to a cloud of darkness. The music blares out as Seraph steps out from behid the curtain, looking down to the ring with a smirk drawn across his face and a glare in his eyesthat airs pure arrogance and ego. He sniffles his nose in displeasure as he makes his way slowly down the ramp. The smirk still plastered across his face firmly as ever. The lights of camera's begin to flash periodically as he walks down the ramp way toward the squared circle. He slowly makes his way up the steel steps and takes his first step onto the cold mattress. The crowd's silence is lifted with a cheer of boo's over-powering the music that descends into the arena. He stands in the centre of the ring with his eyes flickering around the arena, the smirk grows larger as the light begin to turn on fully. He lowers his head and looks upwards toward the ramp, with the smirk still fixated upon his face. Missy Janson - And his opponent, 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. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Angel begins the match off slow by slowly stalking Seraph who seems too concerned with the fans. Seraph eventually pays attention to Angel, as the two men lock up and jostle for the upper hand. Seraph overpowers Angel, pushing him back into the corner and smacks him across the face. The fans boo loudly. Kissens - That's just disrespectful! Angel charges out, tackling Seraph down to the mat. He fights with everything he has in his body, throwing fists, elbows and forearms in the direction of Seraph's face. Seraph is able to roll Angel off of him and push himself up to the feet. Angel pulls himself up to his feet as Seraph bounces off the ropes. Angel drops to the ground and Seraph jumps over him, bouncing off the opposite ropes. When he bounces back, Angel leap frogs over Seraph but Seraph catches Angel, and swings his legs down, nailing an Alabama Slam. Falcoon - Good little bit of offense from Seraph. Kissens - Impressive counter by Seraph. Angel holds the back of his head as he rolls over onto his side. Seraph slowly makes his way over to the fallen Angel and drags him up to his feet by his arm. Angel is able to fight out of it, hitting Seraph with a knife edge chop, followed by a leg sweep that takes him down to the mat. Within seconds, Angel has already picked up Seraph, but Seraph punches him low and Angel crouches over a bit. Falcoon - Cheap move. Seraph hooks Angel up for a suplex and begins to lift him, but Angel hooks his leg around Seraphs, preventing him from lifting. Seraph tries again, but when he sees it isn't working he lifts a knee to the gut of Angel, followed by a short jab to his ribs. Seraph tries to lift the weakened Angel, but he doesn't budge. After a few more seconds of struggle, Angel reverses the suplex and lifts Seraph up into a suplex of his own. Seraph floats over and lands on his feet. Angel turns around, and meets Seraph with kick to the stomach. He tucks Seraph's head between his legs, and lifts him up into a crucifix powerbomb position. Angel nails Angel's Redemption on Seraph in the middle of the ring and he immediately covers him...1...2...3! Missy Janson - The winner of this match...Angel! Kissens - Angel is on quite the winning streak. Falcoon - You could say that again. Kissens - Well folks, we are about to round out the second hour of Clash of Champions, and at the top of the third hour, we will have the Tag Title Match. Falcoon - And folks, directly following that, Godsmack versus Draco for the Network Title will be seen. I cannot wait for them to lock horns again. Kissens - Me neither. Falcoon - And in a bit of sad news, before our Main Event, Nick Burst will give his retirement speech and then call his last OWF match with the company. Kissens - A bit of sad news? That's great news. Falcoon - Yeah, but Shhh!
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