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Falcoon - Jackie, we are on hour three now! Kissens - And still goin strong. Falcoon - Yeah. I miss Nick though. Kissens - Awl, see, you're all senitmental. Falcoon - No, I just miss someone to put you in your place when you say dumb things. Kissens - Huh? Falcoon - Let's head to a quick break.
FOR TEN YEARS WE HAVE SEEN NICK BURST AT HIS BEST. WHO WILL FILL HIS SHOES? WILL UNCLE BO GET THE CHANCE TO SHINE? WILL CJ ASSUME THE JOB? WILL DK COME BACK FROM...WHEREVER HE IS...AND DO IT? FIND OUT THIS WEEK ON
Falcoon - Welcome back, it's now time for the Tag Team Title Match. Kissens - When was the last time you said that? Falcoon - Who knows. Missy Janson - The next match is for the OWF Tag Team Titles...Coming to the ring first, the team of Godsmack and Jesse Williams...The Serial Thrillaz! 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 and Godsmack walk out from the back. The lights come back up to a normal setting. Jesse holds a bottle of water in his hand as he slowly struts down the ramp while Godsmack stares out into the crowd. Jesse takes his time walking towards the ring, making sure to take in all his surroundings while Godsmack keeps his eyes pinned out to the crowd as he quickly slides into the ring. Jesse 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! Jesse 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 and Godsmack. Godsmack holds his arms up in the corner while the fans look on in awe. 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. Godsmack walks up next to him. Jesse 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. Godsmack 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 as Godsmack and him talk. Kissens - I think they don't have a chance in hell. Falcoon - Jesse is way too beat up. Missy Janson - And their opponents, they are the OWF Tag Team Champions...Draco and Angel! No music hits as Jesse and Godsmack look on stunned. Suddenly, from the crowd the two men slide into the ring and begin to beat on Jesse and Godsmack. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Falcoon - Sneak attack! Draco pounds away at Jesse with relative ease at first, before his own injuries impair him from keeping up the offense. Meanwhile, Angel is manhandling Godsmack, taking him down with a spinebuster and following up with a few strikes to the face. Jesse regains control over Draco, knocking him through the middle ropes to the outside. The fans cheer as Jesse steps to the outside and pursues Draco, officially making the two legal men Angel and Godsmack. Jesse throws Draco over the announcers booth and into the lap of Falcoon. Kissens - Look out! Falcoon - UGH! Williams crawls over the table, pouncing on Draco as Falcoon walks away with the headset still on. The fans cheer on, loudly. Falcoon - Can you hear me Jackie? Kissens - Yes. Falcoon - Jackie, I think the fans are cheering Jesse. Kissens - I don't know, I can't tell. Meanwhile in the ring, Godsmack and Angel have gotten back to their feet. Godsmack starts off with a lightning fast side kick, that catches Angle by surprised. He stumbles backwards and Godsmack charges, attempting a spear. Angel catches his head with his arm and falls back, nailing a DDT. Jesse has been pulled off Draco by security and escorted back to his corner by this time, while Draco is slow to get up from behind the announcers table. Falcoon - I wish he'd move so I could sit down! Angel lifts Godsmack up and irish whips him towards the ropes, when Godsmack runs back, Angel clotheslines him but it only knocks Godsmack back a few steps. Godsmack runs at Angel again, and Angel hits another clothesline, this one stuns Godsmack. Angel runs at Godsmack, attempting a third clothesline, but Godsmack ducks and responds with a standing side kick to the jaw of Angel. Kissens - Quite the counter by Godsmack. Draco gets up and limps back to his corner, pulling himself up to the ring apron. Godsmack walks over, tagging in Jesse who walks towards Angel who just gets up to his knees. Falcoon - Jesse and Angel..in the ring again! Kissens - Let's see what happens. Angel performs a leg sweep, taking out Jesse's bad leg. Williams falls to the mat as Angel slowly drags himself towards the ropes and uses them to pull himself up. He reaches down, grabbing the prone Williams, and lifts him to his feet. Angel pushes Jesse up against the ropes before irish whipping him to the otherside, when he comes back, Angel nearly takes his head off with a huge boot to the face as Jesse falls to the mat grabbing his jaw. Falcoon - Angel is extracting his revenge for the super kick! Kissens - But Jesse was extracting revenge from Blood Bath! Falcoon - True. Jesse begins to crawl towards Godsmack, as he extends his hand for a Tag. Jesse gets within a few feet, when suddenly Godsmack turns and begins arguing with a fan. He climbs down the steps and gets into the face of an obese white man. Williams looks on, shocked as Angel grabs Jesse by the leg and pulls him back into the center of the ring. Kissens - He could have gotten out of there, but that moron Godsmack was arguing with the fans. Godsmack gets back up onto the apron, and cheers on Jesse. Angel drops an elbow across the head of Jesse and stands right up. He reaches down and grasp Jesse by the arm and drags him up to his unsteady feet only to lock him in an abdominal stretch. Falcoon - When's the last time you saw that move? Kissens - Last time the Tag Titles were defended. Falcoon - Really? Kissens - No, but pretty damn long, y'all. Angel swings him up into a powerslam position and slams Jesse down hard to the mat with a front powerslam. He quickly goes for the cover...1...2...kickout. Angel stands, walking over to Draco, and makes the tag. Draco slowly hops into the ring as he and Angel irish whip Jesse into the far ropes, when he bounces back they go for a double clothesline, but Jesse ducks under. He bounces off the ropes and comes back at them, jumping into the air but he is caught and slammed down with a double spinebuster. Falcoon - SHIT! Kissens - Did you see his head bounce off the mat? Falcoon - Who didn't? Angel exits the ring as Draco grabs Jesse by the hair and lifts his dead weight up to a standing position. Jesse hobbles around, before Draco nails a pele kick to the head which takes Jesse right down to the mat. He makes the cover, hooking the leg...1...2...kickout. Falcoon - What is Jesse doing? How is he even alive? Draco stands up and grabs the referee by the shirt, pushing him back into the corner. Williams takes the opportunity as he puts his head down and crawls for his corner. When he looks up, he sees Godsmack on the steel steps facing the crowd and flexing his muscles as Jesse crawls closer and closer. Falcoon - Turn around, dipshit! Jesse yells for Godsmack, who turns around, but as he comes back to reach for the tag, Draco grabs onto the hair of Jesse and drags him back to his feet in the center of the ring. Jesse tries to fight him off with a few right hands, but Draco brings an end to the rally of Jesse with a swift knee to the sternum. He throws Williams down to the mat, as he gasps for air. Draco crouches behind Jesse, waiting for him to get up. As he does, Draco grabs him in a full nelson, but Jesse is able to wiggle free and nail a huge pele kick of his own to Draco's head, sending him down. Kissens - Jesse has some life in him now. Just then, from the back, Seraph runs out...closely followed by Ray Lopes, who has his face heavily bandaged up. Falcoon - Well, here goes this match. Jesse slowly crawls towards Godsmack to make the tag, but he finds Godsmack is already in the ring. Angel steps in, grabbing Draco and pulling him back into the corner until he gets back up. Seraph slides into the ring, followed by Lopes. Seraph squares up against Angel and stares him down as Ray stands behind him. Jesse slowly gets to his feet, wobbling around. Kissens - Well, N4H ruins another good match. Out of nowhere, Godsmack charges and nearly tears his partner into two halves. Falcoon - WHAT THE HELL! Williams lays holding his ribs in a lot of pain as Lopes goes up to Godsmack asking him why he did what he did. From behind, Seraph knocks Lopes out with a quick elbow to the back of the head, followed by a knee to the face from Godsmack. Ray is bleeding through his bandages as Jesse rolls around in pain. Draco and Angel don't know what to do as the attack continues. Godsmack continues to beat on his partner, and finally the referee calls for the bell. Kissens - Godsmack is gonna be even more pissed now. Missy Janson - The referee has ruled this match as a disqualification, therefore Angel and Draco retain the OWF Tag Team Championships. Angel and Draco grab their belts and head for the back while Seraph and Godsmack stand over the fallen Lopes and Williams. Neither man is moving as Godsmack spits on Jesse and heads for the back, followed in tow by Seraph. Falcoon - I can't believe what we just saw. Kissens - Yeah. I know. N4H is dead. EMT's rush out, wheeling Williams to the back. Cameras follow him as the fans cheer him again. Falcoon - I don't know, but the fans are really behind him. Kissens - I doubt he's going to be able to compete again. Falcoon - Against a fresh Trent Steel? I doubt it. Once we get to the back, CJ runs over and checks on Jesse. He can't help but crack a smile. Prez CJ - Take him to the hospital. EMT - Alright boys, load 'em up. They strap Jesse to the gurney and lift him up into the back of a waiting ambulance. They all jump inside as CJ looks at the ambulance drive away, sirens flashing and horns blasting. Falcoon - Well folks, it looks like our next match may just be our final match. Kissens - That's a shame, y'all. Jesse fought hard. Falcoon - I think it's best for him. He'll be back soon enough. Kissens - Well, It looks like Nick Burst is going to come out now, and call his final match with us. No music plays as we see Nick Burst walk out from the back. The fans jump to their feet to as they see Nick wearing a tuxedo and holding a handful of papers. The fans chant "We love Nick! We love Nick!" as he strolls down to the ring. Falcoon - One of the greatest, regardless of your opinion of his personality. He steps up the steel stairs and slowly through the middle and top rope. Missy Janson stands next to Nick, as he smiles. Missy Janson - Los Angeles, please, give it up for the legend -- NICK BURST! The fans shake the arena to it's core as she hands the microphone to Nick. He seems a little choked up, but quickly recovers. Nick Burst - Th-thank you. He looks down at the papers, before chucking them out of the ring. Nick Burst - I never went by the script, so why should I start now? The fans cheer loudly. Nick Burst - For ten years, I have loved and cherished every bit of my job. My job is to keep the viewer at home entertained when they cannot be here live to see what happens for themselves. My personal commentary has always been controversial, but you know what I say to any critics? Fuck you. I did it my way. I got my name to the top by being the person I am -- not the person I was told to be. The fans cheer. Nick Burst - A few people have asked me, "Why Nick, Why are you retiring? What was the exact moment you decided you were going to retire?". And, It's simple really. Nick paces the ring. Nick Burst - A few months ago, I was going through contract negotiations with the OWF to stick around for another year. The problem was, I had no will to do the job and was only going to do it for the money. I have never been about the money, and I didn't want to fool anyone with my lack of interest for announcing anymore. I didn't want to fool myself. The fans listen on in complete silence. Nick Burst - I'm leaving because it's my time to go. It's time for a new announcer to get the shot I got ten years ago in a small, up-start promotion only a few hundred miles from here in Phoenix, Arizona. The fans cheer. Nick Burst - I have to make my thank yous. I wanna thank President Diamond Kid for the opportunity to entertain the fans week in and week out. I wanna thank Jackie Kissens and Gordie Falcoon...Yes, I got it right! I want to thank them for putting up with me for a whole year. I want to thank any wrestler who has ever been in a match I called. I wanna thank Toby Wilks, rest in peace. I want to thank the fans for sticking with me through thick and thin. Thank you to every single person who ever cared about Nick Burst...Oh yeah...Schavonie...I remember you, and you sucked. The fans laugh. Nick Burst - Thank you all, but it is time for me to go announce my last match. You have all been great. A tear rolls down his face as he exits the ring to a loud applause. He sits back down at the announcers table, in his same spot. Falcoon - That was touching. Kissens - And you look great, Nick! Burst - Thank you. Falcoon - You got my name right! Burst - Yeah, no problem Greg. Falcoon - UGHH! Kissens - Let's send it to Missy for...our...Main Event? Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the OWF Network Title...Burning Casket Match...Coming to the ring first fro -- Her microphone cuts out, and soon after the lights quickly cut off. The entire arena is filled with darkness. Kissens - I can't see, y'all. Falcoon - Why does this always happen at a pay per view. A faint echo of a guitar and bass is heard in the background. We hear a remixed version of "Smack my bitch up" begins to play over the speakers. Godsmack's theme plays as the camera's pan to the entrance. Godsmack is no where to be seen. Falcoon - That's Godsmack's theme music, but he is nowhere to be seen. Burst - Maybe he pussied out in the dress. Falcoon - Wait, look! Over there! The camera's pan to the west side of the entrance as a band emerges from the mist. "Smack my bitch up" blasts through the Staples Center as the crowd jumps to their feet in enjoyment. Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up.... Kissens - It's Prodigy! Burst - I hate them, they are British! Kissens - So what! This rocks! Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up... Prodigy jumps off of amps, as the music rolls on. The lead singer stands at the tip of the stage screaming into the microphone as the crowd explodes in cheer. Fireworks explode from all directions, continuously as the stage show is simply unbelievable. We pan to the entrance one more time, again there is no sign of Godsmack. Kissens - The band is amazing and all, but where the hell is Godsmack. Suddenly, the song changes pitch. An awkward silence fills the arena as nothing is heard but the ringing out of a sole guitar. Suddenly a casket begins to rise from underneath the stage. The band looks at in awe as the fans do also. The lead singer of the band slowly walks up to the casket and reaches out with his hand. He touches it ever so lightly with the tip of his index finger. The casket ERUPTS in flames as the lead singer jumps back and the band erupts into their next track. I'm the trouble starter, punkin'
instigator I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter I'm the bitch you hated, filth infatuated
- yeeeaaaah I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter I'm the self inflicted, mind detonator -
yeah I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter They all synchronize every part of the show as it flows along. The second song, "Firestarter" by prodigy pleases the crowd, but more importantly, the flaming casket behind them. Burst - I hope they have another casket on hand or else we are fucked. Kissens - I'm sure we do. Look at that flame. It's huge! Falcoon - They must get hot playing up there. The music
ensues as an emergency fire team rushes in and interrupts
the song completely. They spray the casket with fire
extinguishers until the flame is no more. The casket
remains standing, but is very charred. The band looks on,
pissed off at the team for ruining their stage show. Falcoon - He is here! Burst - And he is in a dress! He looks absolutely ridiculous! Godsmack stands with his hands to his hips with a big open smile. Breathe the pressure Godsmack slowly makes his way off of the stage and towards the ramp as Prodigy laces into their third and final track, "Breathe" Godsmack slowly struts down the ramp in his short black dress as if he was a runway model. He stops at the end of the ramp and strikes a pose. He is then hit with a Pepsi bottle upside the head, he phases it off. He struts his way into the ring very ladylike as he creeps under the middle ropes to enter the ring. He stands in the ring as the band continues to bounce on stage. Falcoon - How does he plan to wrestle in that dress. Kissens - I think he has been practicing, he sure acts like he has been. Falcoon - We will soon find out. Missy Janson - And his opponent, he is the current OWF Network Champion, 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. Kissens - It's going to be sad to see Draco go. Falcoon - Yes, folks. Draco has decided to leave the OWF...again. Kissens - We wish him the best where ever he goes. Falcoon - Agreed. He helped keep the OWF alive for a long time. He will be missed. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) The fans boo Godsmack heavily and Godsmack mouths off to them, giving Draco an opening. He charges Godsmack, pushing him back into the corner. Draco hits a few short kicks to the ribs before a strong european uppercut dazes Godsmack, he stumbles out and he basically falls into a facebuster bulldog by Draco. While on the mat, Draco continues to pound away with a closed fist to the skull of Godsmack as the fans get behind him. A casket is wheeled down from the back with lighter fluid and matches on top of it. Draco gets up off of Godsmack and waits for him to get up. Once he does, Draco nails him with a roundhouse kick to the head, followed up by an elbow to the neck. He lines Godsmack up for a double arm DDT, but Godsmack breaks free, grabbing Draco by his legs and pulling him down to the mat. Godsmack rolls back, swinging Draco up as he crashes into the turnbuckle face first. He staggers out in a haze as Godsmack locks him in a standing cross-faced chicken wing lock. Falcoon - Bob Backlund style. Godsmack begins to tear the dress up the seam, allowing him to move around more freely, as Draco has a hard time freeing himself from the hold. Draco nails two mule kicks to the crotch of Godsmack. Godsmack bends over in pain, and Draco is able to break free from the hold. In a flash of a second he lifts Godsmack up into the air for a suplex and brings him down right on his neck with a sharp brainbuster. Godsmack lays stunned on the mat as Draco rolls out of the ring and towards the casket. He pushes the lighter fluid and matches off the top of it and opens up the lid. He slides back into the right, only to be hit with a flying forearm from Godsmack that pushes Draco backwards up against the ropes -- which pushes the lid back closed. Godsmack backs up and charges again, but Draco ducks and launches Godsmack over the top rope with a back body drop. Godsmack is able to float over and land on the apron on the outside where he grabs Draco in a reverse waist lock. Burst - What the hell is he up to? Kissens - Who kno -- OH SHIT! Godsmack, using all his strength, throws Draco backwards over the top rope nailing a german suplex onto the top of the casket on Draco. His lifeless body collapses to the floor as Godsmack fell as well and struggles to get back up to his feet. Falcoon - Draco isn't moving. Burst - I don't blame him, that looked like it hurt. Godsmack crawls towards the casket slowly, pushing the lid open and walking back to Draco, who has begun to move now. Godsmack grabs Draco by his hair and leads him towards the casket. He tries throwing him inside of it, but Draco holds on to the outside of the casket for dear life. Godsmack tries to use his brute strength to push Draco in, but he won't budge. To soften him up, Godsmack brings a double axe handle down across the shoulder blades of Draco, then again tries to throw him in. He gets Draco's upper body in, but he still holds on with his hands and doesn't allow Godsmack to move him any further. Instead of continuing to fight Draco, Godsmack reaches up and slams the wooden casket door down on the exposed back and ribs of Draco. He screams in pain as he tries to pull himself from the casket, but he is unable to do so in time before Godsmack slams it down again across his back. Draco falls to the outside in a lot of pain. Burst - These two men would love nothing more than to light the other on fire. Falcoon - It's the only way to win, it seems. Godsmack walks towards Draco and grabs him by his arm. He leads him to the ring, and rolls him inside. Godsmack is slow to slide in, but he still beats Draco up to his feet. Godsmack waits and as soon as Draco stands up, he is met with a boot to the chest, followed by a haymaker to the left temple and then a headbutt that sends Draco down to one knee. Godsmack rears his leg back and kicks for Draco's head, but he ducks and stands right up. He jumps, nailing a flipping pele kick on Godsmack, sending both men down to the mat in the center of the ring. Neither seems to have the advantage at this point, and nothing else matters except who can capitalize on their opportunities. They both begin to push themselves up to their feet, with Godsmack getting there a second earlier than Draco. They both stumble around where Godsmack is met with a hard right from Draco that knocks the taste right out of his mouth. Godsmack returns fire with an open palm strike to the jaw, which nearly sends Draco down. Draco fires back with a side kick, but Godsmack grabs it. Draco attempts an ensiguri, but Godsmack ducks it and Draco lands flat on his face. Falcoon - Draco relys on his kicks too much Godsmack drags Draco back up, still holding his one foot. Godsmack brings him in for a Capture Suplex and he flips him over his head and slams Draco down on his back. Draco archs his back in pain as the brunt of the fall effects Godsmack as well as he tries to shake it off. Godsmack gets to one knee and hangs his head, trying to regain control of his senses while Draco rolls over onto his stomach with both hands on his lower back and look of utter pain upon his face. Godsmack reaches up, grabbing the top rope and using it as a brace to pull himself up to his feet. He turns around and looks at Draco who is yet to get up and Godsmack takes this time to pose some more for the crowd. Burst - What a showboat. Falcoon - He looks horrible in that dress, too! Kissens - Is that all you care about? Falcoon - Yeaa -- NO! Burst - Homo! Falcoon - Shut up, retired old man. Burst - OUCH! Falcoon - I know, I've been waiting for that. Kissen - Really, he has. He's been practicing it on me. Burst - You gotta get a hold of your life, George Falcoon. Godsmack turns his back to Draco, who gains his second wind and is able to shrug off the pain for a few seconds and push himself up to his feet. He crouches behind Godsmack, moving with him for a few steps and as soon as Godsmack holds up his arms again, Draco locks him in a tight full nelson. Godsmack tries to free himself, but Draco has it on tight. Draco then hooks Godsmacks left leg and brings him down face first to the mat. Godsmack is stunned and Draco lifts Godsmack back up while still in the Full Nelson. Draco releases and pushes Godsmack face first into the turnbuckle and follows up by bouncing off the ropes and nailing a running head scissors takedown on the stunned Godsmack. Falcoon - Draco has regained control Kissens - He looked dead a second ago. Draco tries to catch his breath while pushing himself to his feet, and the fans cheer him for his burst of strength. He pushes on, lifting Godsmack up by his hair and to his feet. Godsmack breaks free and after two quick punches to the face of Draco, Godsmack has him pushed up against the ropes. He attempts an irish whip, which is countered by Draco. He throws Godsmack into the opposite ropes, when Godsmack bounces back he attempts a spear but Draco somehow leap frogs over the spear. Godsmack is able to keep his balance and bounce off the ropes, and the two men clothesline each other down to the mat. The fans are going nuts as both men lay motionless, looking towards the rafters. Their chests are seen moving at a fast pace as both men begin to really catch a breather. Godsmack is the first to move as he rolls up over onto his side and begins to cough as he takes too deep of a breath. Draco, meanwhile, has rolled over onto his stomach and is now on all fours. He begins pushing himself up to his feet while Godsmack hooks the ropes at his elbow on his right arm and begins dragging himself up to a standing position. Draco gets to one knee and nearly falls over, but is able to steady himself while Godsmack continues to use the ropes to pull himself up. Godsmack hoosk the top rope and gets back to his unsteady feet, while Draco is still kneeling. Burst - This could go either way now. It's just who will be able to knock their opponent out and roll his ass into the casket. Godsmack begins to walk over to Draco, but Draco hops up and out of nowhere takes Godsmack down with a neckbreaker. The fans go nuts as Draco gets back up to his knees and begins to roll Godsmack towards the casket. Falcoon - This could be it. Draco rolls Godsmack closer and closer, getting him to the edge when suddenly a figure hops over the barricade. Burst - What the hell is this! We notice the man as Chris Green as he slides into the ring from the crowd. Draco stands and immediately gets taken down with a Fall From Grace by Green. Kissens - NO, damnit! Green wakes up Godsmack as they begin to pull Draco towards the casket. Green opens the lid as Godsmack tosses the lifeless body of Draco into the casket. Green slams it shut. Burst - Green's rollin with Godsmack now? Godsmack pours lighter fluid all over the casket and Green hands him the box of matches. Godsmack grabs one, and flicks it, dropping it onto the casket and igniting it into a huge inferno. Missy Janson - The winner of this match and...NNNEEEWWW OWF NETWORK CHAMPION...GODSMACK! Burst - Well he did it, and now Draco is on fire. Godsmack and Green laugh as they head to the back. Kissens - This is just ridiculous. Green is with Godsmack and Seraph now? Referees estinguish the flames as they wheel the casket out of the arena. Kissens - Say goodbye to Draco. Burst - Goodbye to Draco. Falcoon - Well folks, it looks like it's going to be time to call it a n-- We cut to the back where we see President Chase Johnson and Trent Steel standing in front of each other in CJ's office. Prez CJ - Trent, I don't think this place is going to blow. Just go out there and take the ten count, ring out victory. Trent Steel - Fuck you. Prez CJ - Now is not the time to be a prick about this. I'm letting you go out there because you've been good to me. Harbinger could blow this place at any minute. You're just going to instigate him, but I trust you. Trent Steel - How do we know this isn't Jesse? How do we know he didn't fake his car accident and injuries? He wants this so bad he can actually earn a shot instead of bully you into giving him another one. CJ - Don't push it Steel. Trent Steel - Or what you'll strip me? Go ahead! Watch your whole fucking company and all these fans get killed. I know what I am doing CJ. Trust me. Prez CJ - Do I look insane to you? Trent Steel - You didn't punk out Jesse when you had the chance. Now it's my turn to do what you didn't have the stones to do. I will humiliate him even if he doesn't show up -- for you. Trent walks away as CJ looks on, disturbed. Falcoon - I guess we're here for a ten count. Burst - Oh well, whatever, ten more seconds that you have me around. Kissens - Yippie? Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the Main Event of the Evening... The fans boo since they know Williams isn't in the building. Missy Janson - It is scheduled for a one fall..Coming to the ring first, he is the OWF World Heavyweight Champion, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania...Trent Steel! "Now your messing with a son of a bitch" The lights start to dim and Cult of Steel fans rush forward. Pyro goes off in the entranceway as the tron starts to play a video of Trent praying in a church. He looks up as the music starts to play. It's "No More Sorrow" by Linkin Park. As the musical instrumental starts to play Trent enters the arena to the whole audience cheering. It takes him aback for a minute as he grabs his black oakleys with red lenses and drops them right in front of him. He has the OWF Title hung over his shoulder, which he adjusts as he steps on his Oakley's breaking them and points right to the ring. The fans erupt in cheers. Are you lost Your crusade's a disguise I'm aware of what you've done Trent walks to the ringside area as pyro from all four corners go off. He tosses his trenchcoat on the ground and slides into the ring. He's wearing a black wifebeater with a white ankh on the back of it and a white skull on the front, black jeans, black combat boots. No no more sorrow Trent signals to the ref that he is ready to start and his music dies out. Burst - And now, the most pointless introduction yet... Missy Janson - And the challenger, hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada..Ugh, Do I have to read this? ... He has a chance to become a Four Time World Champion tonight... She sighs heavily. Missy Janson - Jesse Williams! "Memphis Will Be Laid to Waste" by Norma Jean blares from the speakers. Falcoon - Is he here?! Kissens - Missy sure doesn't think so, y'all. The camera, the fans, the announcers, the referee and Trent Steel all focus to the entrance ramp, waiting for Jesse. The fans are going nuts, but their cheers slowly die down when they realize that nobody is coming out. Steel begins to laugh in the ring as he keeps the OWF World Title over his shoulder. The music dies down back to silence and the fans boo heavily. Burst - I don't see why people got their hopes up. Kissens - He was really hurt. Burst - He still is, I saw him in the back before I came out. He was in bad shape. Missy steps out of the ring. And sits down in her chairs as all the fans begin to leave and head for the exits. The referee calls for the bell. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Falcoon - Well folks, it's been a great night. The referee begins the manditory ten count...1...2... Burst - Yep. Sad to see it end like --
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