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delivery man: I'm looking for a Mr Frost.
Frost: That's me.
delivery man: This is for you.
The man hands Frost the fruit basket and holds his hand out for a tip. Frost slams the door in his face, laughing as he sits back down beside Green. Their laughing stops as they see the card is signed Jack Destiny. Frost tears it open and the cameras close in to read it over his shoulder.
Mr P: Hello Washington DC and welcome everyone to the first Sunday Sabbath Breaker in five years. What did you all think of High Voltage?
The audience lets out shrieks, hoots and howls, haphazardly random and nearly incoherant.
Mr P: For those of you who didn't notice, ASW's big "July" Pay Per View, Canadian Bloodshed, got pushed back a week because Kremlin was too afraid to go head to head against us and High Voltage. And now, he's moved it to a Monday Night event, because he's afraid to face off against the return of Sabbath Breaker. The OWF stands solid on top, and we couldn't have done it without each and every one of you. You're the reason we're here tonight, people, and I promise tonight isn't about to let you down.
The audience screams again as Perry walks in a circle around the ring, arms extended through their cheers.
Mr P: But let's not waste anymore time. You didn't come here to hear me yammer on about how much better the OWF is without Diamond Kid. You came here to see the blood and sweat that President Perry sets up for you sickos each and every week. So on with the-
In mid-sentence, "Back To School" by the Deftones blares loudly over the PA, as the arena erupts in a chorus of boos. Perry immediately rolls his eyes. As every fan stands on their feet in anticipation, Chris Green and Cameron Frost make their presence felt. The impossible then happens, the booes get louder, as Chris Green holds his World Title high into the air. Frost is clearly dressed for competition, but is clad in black leather trench coat. Both men wear sunglasses. They stand, basking in the glory at the top of the rampway for a second. Frost strikes a pose for the crowd, then points at Green. As the song plays loudly, Green then begins to play air guitar on his World Title. The two then make their way down to the ring, talking junk to the crowd the entire way. Green turns to one of the fans, an extremely built female. He motions for her to lift her shirt up, and she obliges! Green then reaches into his back pocket, and grabs a black T-shirt, and tosses it to the girl. She puts it on, and on the front, in bold frozen letters, "Property of Cold Grass." Green laughs, and then slides into the ring. Frost is not far behind climbing up the steps. Both men abruptly approach Zack Perry. The music cuts, as Green demands a microphone.
Green : Well, well, well... how you doing tonight, boss?
Mr. P : Same ol', same ol'. I shouldn't bother to ask how you are.
Green : I'm doing great, even though Washington DC smells like fish!
The crowd boos Green's comments and Perry cringes. A cup flies through the air and for Green, but Green catches a glimpse of it and ducks. The cup sails over top of him onto the floor. Green laughs, and motions for them to bring it on. Before adjusting his world title. Frost just stands in the corner, and watches.
Green : Afterall, I am your World Champ! Yeah! Eat it Diamond Kid!
Mr. P : I want to be the first to congratulate you on your win. I told the World I would give them blood and chaos at High Voltage, and you delivered. As surprised as I am to be saying this, you're the new OWF World Champion. So congratulations...
Green smiles, and the two men shake hands. Perry wears the pained expression of a bad taste in his mouth as Green grins and Frost paces back and forth confidentally across the ring.
Mr. P : Now I understand you two have something you want to say. I'll let you guys have the floor...
Perry nods at the two, and turns around, as he's stepping through the ropes, he turns around to address Cold Grass.
Mr. P : By the way guys, you'd best be on your best behavior, you work for me now..
Both men nod at him and smile, before looking at each other and shrugging. Perry makes his way down, and out of the arena. Green then addresses the crowd.
Green : Hellllooo! Washington BC!
Frost leans over to Green.
Frost : That's DC man...
Green : You're right Frost. It use to be Washington DC. Now, it's Washington BC. The BC is for bullcrap, because that's what the hell this place smells like. What's that smell man, you recognize it? Oh yeah, Jesse Williams!
Frost by now has received a mic of his own.
Frost : Yeah, it does. Man somebody in the first row must have burnt their hair!
Green : Ha! Yeah, you know, I'd just like to say, that my match at the Pay Per View, was simply electric!
Frost : That it was. No doubt about it.
Green : But that's behind us now. Of course I'm the World Champion, what other way would it be?
Frost : I'd be World Champion, but this isn't a perfect world, is it?
Green : It is when you're Chris Green! Wooo!
The fans boo the two men known as Cold Grass and their antics.
Green : Well, enough about High Voltage, enough about my World Title. Let's talk about what everyone wants to talk about, C...C...C...ooollldddd G...G...G...rrassss..
The fans continue to boo, even louder at the mention of the name.
Green : As you can clearly see, Cold Grass is back and in control. So tonight you guys are for in a treat.
Frost : Yeah, seeing as how we're to be on our best behavior here in OWF, tonight, we're doing a public service. Bringing ratings to the OWF like none other.
Green : Thats right ladies and gentlemen. Tonight, and tonight only. Well maybe not... But tonight, you folks sitting at home are in for a treat. Because! There's going to be two special guest commentators tonight! They go by the name of... Cold Grass!!!
The fans boo, yet some more.
Frost : You see, it's been a long time since the words Cold and Grass have been used in the same sentence. It's great to have that feeling again. So tonight, in the giving moods we're in, we're taking over!
Green : And there's nothing, anyone can do about it. Tonight we have such wrestling illuminaries as the Angel Of Death! The Angel Of Death is from hell, sent straight on a mission from Satan himself to destroy professional wrestling! Tonight he's facing none other than Tad O Miner. Tad O Miner is from somewheres, and has really small testicles.
Frost : And in the second match, we have the legendary, the cyborg, the man, the myth, the legend, Cameron Frost! Taking on some punk named Jack Destiny!
Green : And in the main event! Oh boy, you guys are going to love this. We've got Kellan Hunter, former circus clown, taking on Prissy, with the jugs of death! But that's not all, it's for the PDA Title!
Frost : It's a hell of a card folks. Enjoy...
Green : Cold Grass presents, Sunday Sabbath Breaker! Eat it monkeys!
"Back To School" blares back over the PA system. Frost reaches inside of his coat, and pulls out two cans of spray paint. He tosses one to Green, and they proceed to write the letters "CG" in the center of the ring. They then make their exit, and quickly make it to the commentator's table. Larry King sits alone. They sandwhich him. They quickly put on headsets, and speak.
Chris Green : Hey Mancow, how you doing buddy?
Larry King : I'm doing fine.
Chris Green : So what? I'm the world champ, baby!
Cameron Frost : Didn't you know that?
Larry King : I saw. By the way, you two are a bunch of criminals. You should be in jail.
Cameron Frost : Be careful or you'll be in a hospital.
Chris Green : He's just kidding...not..
Larry King : Well, I appreciate you guys joining me, it's time for our first match, which should be a bit of a preview for next week. As words are thrown back and forth between the Numero Uno Tag-Team Specialists and Team Destiny, we finally get a glimpse of next week's tag title match-up. What do you boys think?
Cameron Frost: I'm wondering who Angel of Death will pick for a partner after I cripple Jack Destiny tonight.
Geraldo: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at three hundred twenty-five pounds, AAANGEEEL OOOF DEEEEEAAATH!
Unholy by KISS strikes up over the PA and the lights flicker, smoke billowing around the curtains as the massive shadow of AoD emerges from the darkness. A flash of light amidst the pyrotechnics gives way to several dull red spotlights shining upon AoD as he marches his way methodically towards the ring, climbing the steps and stepping over the top rope to take his place center ring. With a malicious grin, AoD turns towards the aisle and stares up at the curtains, awaiting Tad Minor.
Geraldo: And his opponant, weighing in at one hundred sixty pounds, from Ciudad Juarez, Mexico, he is one half of the World Tag Team Champions: TAAAD OOO MIIIIINOOOR!
"Duality" by Slipknot begins to play on the PA system, and Tad O Minor comes out to the ring accompanied by his partner, Two-Good. Tad walks confidently to the ring while his partner seems to be fighting with himself as he approaches the ring. Close to the end, Minor speeds to a run and slides in under the bottom rope. He then turns to Two-Good and gives a timid thumbs-up sign as if asking "Are we good?" As he does so, Two-Good gives himself a vicious uppercut, dropping him to the ground. He quickly returns to his feet and snaps out of it, and sees Minor, then, as if nothing happened, flashes the A-O-K sign. Satisfied, Minor turns his attention towards Angel of Death. The bell sounds and Minor rushes at AoD, being greeted with a big boot to the face which takes Minor off his feet. AoD bends over, reaching down to pick Minor up, but Minor rolls between AoD's legs, coming up behind him and leaping into the air, tagging AoD in the rear with a drop kick. AoD topples off balance, falling forward onto his hands and knees and Minor steps up, springboarding off of AoD's back and bouncing to the ropes where he lands perfectly on the top rope and moonsaults backwards at AoD, but catching his boot on the rope as he flips backwards, Minor falls on his head with a crack, his leg twisted between the top and middle ropes. AoD grabs Minor by the wrists, pulling him and stretching out his body as his foot remains caught between the ropes, Minor howling in pain. Two-Good hops to the apron, however, and wrenches the ropes apart, freeing Minor and AoD airplane spins him around by the wrists while the referee yells at Two-Good. Spinning Minor in circles, AoD approaches the far side of the ring, whipping him hard between the ropes and wrapping Minor's side against the ring post, leaving him hanging over the middle turnbuckle limply. Grinding his foot down over the small of Minor's back, AoD pulls up on the top rope, placing all of his weight on Minor's back, crushing him against the turnbuckle. Two-Good runs around the ring, approaching AoD, but AoD doesn't fall for their underhanded tactics a second time, backing up this time and letting up on Minor as Two-Good slaps Minor across the face trying to revive him. Minor bounces back to his feet, knocking his head on the top turnbuckle in the process, then climbs to the top turnbuckle as AoD keeps his distance from ringside to avoid Two-Good. Leaping from the top turnbuckle with a flying cross body block, Minor comes up high, passing over AoD's head and bouncing across the canvas behind him. Scooping up Minor from the mat, AoD holds him under one arm, spinning him around and then planting him to the canvas with a sidewalk slam.
Green : You know, I can't help but wonder, what's going to happen to The Angel Of Life comes to OWF?
Larry King : Now there's a question for the ages.
Frost : Well, The Angel Of Death would hit him with a POWERSLAM! Like he just drilled Tad with!
Scooping Minor back up, AoD slings him over one shoulder for another slam, but this time Minor swings his legs around behind AoD, scissoring them around AoD's far arm and wrapping him up in a crucifix which throws AoD off balance enough to topple him down into the pinfall. 1... 2... AoD powers out with a kick of his legs, rolling himself over and crushing Minor momentarily, then getting back to his feet, Minor still wrapped around him at the shoulders. Walking around the ring with Minor in a fireman's carry, AoD positions himself at the corner, forceably throwing Minor from his shoulders with a death valley driver, aiming it instead and driving Minor's head into the top turnbuckle. Minor crumples up with a yelp, falling to the mat in the fetal position, and AoD pulls him back up, throwing Minor hard with an irish whip to the ropes. Minor bounces, coming back with a head of steam, and tries to leap frog AoD, but AoD snatches Minor out of mid-air, slapping him down hard to the mat with a spinebuster, then mounting Minor and raining down big rights and lefts to his face while Minor tries vainly to cover up. Beating Minor into submission, AoD lays across his chest in a lateral press, the referee making the count. 1... 2... Two-Good grabs AoD by the ankle from outside the ring, jerking him off of Minor to make the save. Minor gets back to his feet, stumbling around as if dizzy, while AoD kicks Two-Good off his leg and pulls himself up as well, exploding at Minor with a running clothesline. Minor trips before AoD reaches him, throwing himself down in front of AoD and tripping AoD up in the process to take the big man down to the mat. Scrambling back to his feet, Minor puts some distance between the two of them, measuring AoD up as the big man raises. Minor sprints at him, leaping into the air with a flying cross body, which doesn't seem to budge AoD, the big man catching Minor with ease and then throwing him overhead with a fallaway slam.
Frost : Tad O' Minor with a humpback scrotum to ass suplex!
Frost : It's not our fault he's a pervert...
Green : Yeah, afterall it was Jesse Williams who taught Tad that move.
Frost : That's what I heard to.
Green : I seen it!
Larry King : You did not.
AoD rolls over, draping an arm lazily over Minor for the pinfall. 1... 2... Two-Good lifts Minor's leg, setting it on the bottom rope. The referee spots Minor's leg there and stops the count. AoD simply smiles as he pulls Minor's small frame up once more, lifting him high overhead in a gorilla press, then dropping him and snapping up with his leg, AoD delivers a martial arts kick which knocks Minor right out of the air. Minor bounces off the ropes, landing on the ropes and rolling around, clutching his ribs in pain. AoD grabs Minor around the throat, picking him up from the mat and lifting him overhead for a chokeslam. Minor scissors his legs around AoD's arm, flipping him over instead with a legscissors armbar. Springing back to his feet, Minor misses a cross body attempt from behind as AoD gets up, sailing over AoD's head by catching him by the hair to take him back down to the mat with a flying bulldog. Minor springs back to his feet, looking surprised to see AoD laid out in front of him.
Larry King : These two are really going for it! The Angel of Death's power versus Tad's heart. Who's going to come out on top?
Frost : I personally think AOD is going to crush that little bug.
Green : Don't count out the little guy, remember, it's not the size of the..
Frost : Yeah, yeah, yeah, the dog story.
Green : Something like that.
Larry King : Tad with a beautiful dropkick.
Minor leaps into the air, glancing off the side of AoD's face with a drop kick as he raises back up to his full height. Minor springs up, catching AoD around the head with his ankles, and snaps backwards with a huricanrana, but AoD doesn't budge. Wrapping his arms around Minor's midsection as Minor dangles from around his neck, AoD hikes him up, then drives Minor hard to the canvas with a powerbomb. AoD places a foot confidentally on Minor's chest for the pinfall. 1... 2... Minor actually pulls his shoulder up on his own. AoD looks down surprised, then enraged, grabbing Minor by the mask and jerking him upright forcefully. Minor pokes a finger into AoD's eye, catching him off guard, then racing back to the ropes, bouncing off to gain momentum and running forward, leaping into the air with spinning headscissors which takes AoD down to the mat. Springing onto the top turnbuckle, Minor points down at AoD, signalling for the Minor Threat. AoD reaches out with an arm, grabbing the ropes and shaking them roughly, and Minor slips, crotching himself over the steel turnbuckle bolt. AoD rises to his feet, marching into the corner, and picks Minor up as he mounts the turnbuckle himself. The Devil's Drop! Crashing down from the top turnbuckle on top of Minor as a follow up, AoD kneels, a single hand over Minor's chest as the referee makes the count. 1... 2... 3...
Geraldo: Your winner, AAANGEEEL OOOF DEEEEEAAATH!
Sprinting through the curtains, Jack Destiny races his way towards the ring as Two-Good slides in, moving at AoD with a body check. Destiny slides him behind them, AoD and Two-Good tieing up and muscling back and forth, and Destiny dives in low, taking out Two-Good's legs from beneath him. That's all the more advantage AoD needs to grab Two-Good by the throat, hoisting him overhead with a chokeslam, then bringing him down hard over his knee in a backbreaker. Destiny measures up Minor as he slowly gets back to his feet, planting him hard in the jaw with a superkick, then spinning around as AoD drags Two-Good up onto the top turnbuckle for the Devil's Drop. AoD throws him, Two-Good driving hard at the mat, when Destiny throws himself in the way, catching Two-Good's head in mid-air and driving him into the canvas with The Inevitable.
Frost : That was an awesome match! It's not everyday you get to see a midget wrestle a freak! Reminds me of the circus...
Green : If you want to see a circus, wait til Kellan Hunter gets in the ring. Haha..
Larry King : You guys are making friends quick here, huh?
Green : People love us. By the way, that was a hell of an effort by both men. I must say, it's not often you get to see two jobbers give it their all like that.
Frost : They were trying to impress us man. That's a kind gesture of those two.
Green : Maybe we should give them T-shirts?
Frost : Nah...
Green : Right, hey Larry you want a T-shirt?
Mancow : Well...
"Back To School" by the Deftones cue up.
Green : Aw naw, it's over now...
Frost : Looks like I've got a match.
Geraldo: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at two hundred fifty two pounds, CAAAMEEEROOON FROOOOOST!
Frost stands up, and removes his headset. He takes a stride and slides into the ring. He then walks to a turnbuckle and climbs it. As he's jawing with the fans he flips them all the bird. He hops down and removes his shades and coat. In the corner, he squats down, staring at Jack Destiny, the fans booing him the whole while.
Geraldo: And his opponant, from right here in Washington DC, weighing in at two hundred thirty five pounds, JAAACK DEEEEESTIIINYYY!
Destiny takes a bow at ringside as the audience errupts into cheers, drowning out his theme music of the Violin Concerto in D Minor by Bach. Standing beside the crowd, Destiny removes his sunglasses, setting them on the face of a young boy, then button by button, carefully undoes his oxford dress shirt, handing it to a more attractive young lady. Confidentally marching up the steps, Destiny steps into the ring, smiling at Frost, and reaches out to shake his hand.
Green : Frost is going to kill him, you know that right?
Larry King : That's yet to be seen. I know what's Frost capable of, but will he bring that to the table?
Green : He's going to bring the whole kitchen, son..
Larry King : Do I need to go get Todd Wilkes out here?
Green : Do I need to kick your ass?
Larry King : Just playing...and the match is under way...
Frost looks tenatively at Destiny's hand, reaching out as if to shake it, then instead rocketing a foot at his head with a superkick. Destiny seems perfectly prepared, however, dropping backwards Matrix style to pass below the kick and snatching Frost by the ankle, dragon screwing him across the ring. Frost scrambles to his feet looking shocked as Destiny stands up and takes a bow towards the crowd, his of "Des-Tin-Y! Des-Tin-Y!" nearly deafening. Both men circle one another, waiting for the other one to make a move. Frost fakes to the left, and then comes up with a quick dropkick to the knees of Destiny. Destiny drops, but is back up quickly. Frost smiles and cover his mouth and points, while laughing, mocking Destiny. Destiny doesn't take too kindly to Frost's taunting and quickly takes him down with a spear. Destiny then throws a couple of punches at Frost' head, connecting, as Frost rolls and grabs the ropes. The ref breaks it up, as Frost sits for a second, holding the rope. Frost pulls himself up, and begins to circle Destiny again. Destiny stands ready for him, they then lock up. Frost immediately comes out with an armbar. Frost holds the armbar with a big smile, but takes the time to look at a fan in the front row, point at him and curse at him. Destiny reverses the armbar into an irish whip whipping Frost into the turnbuckles hard, face first. Frost bounces off of the turnbuckles and Destiny's on him quick, turning him a round and planting Frost with a stiff spinebuster. Frost again crawls into the ropes.
Green : He pulled his hair! Did you see that?
Frost looks up to the ref and points to his hair. The ref just shakes his yead and points to his eyes. Frost pulls himself up.
Larry King : Frost has been underestimating Destiny this whole time. I think he just realized what he's in for.
Green : He's getting ready to kick it up.
Frost slowly approaches Destiny who stays on the defensive. Frost motions for test of strength, his right hand raised in the air. Frost takes his left hand and points directly at Destiny, challenging him. Destiny obliges, at first ; Destiny quickly gives Frost a boot to the stomach, and a DDT. Frost hits the mat hard, and tries to cover up as Destiny starts to lay the boots to him. Frost quickly rolls outside. He then approaches the commentator's table. He stands in front of Chris Green and Larry King and yells out.
Frost : Man, Chris, you want to take care of my light work for me? I think I hurt my leg...
Frost points at his leg, and then turns to the ref and explains. The ref doesn't buy it and starts a ten count. Frost looks at Green and shrugs. Green gets up, and drops the headphones, as the fans erupt in a chorus of boos. Green starts up the step, as he's rolling up the sleeves on his expensive button down shirt. He removes his sunglasses and tosses them, and steps into the ring, running his mouth directly to Jack Destiny. He starts to approach Destiny, but Destiny swings a haymaker at Green's head. Green steps back and dodges it, and the ref jumps between them. As the ref is barking out orders at the two, trying to seperate them Cameron Frost sprints around the ring behind Destiny.
Larry King : Frost, you'll want to take it easy on that leg! I hurt my leg...ha..
Frost slides into the ring, and clips Destiny down. Destiny takes down the ref momentarily, as Green and Frost lay a quick few boots on Destiny, before Green hops out and returns to the commentator's table.
Larry King : Hey, did anyone ever tell you, you're a good friend?
Green : I know, I'm great man. Did you see that? I was going to kick his ass, I swear...
Mancow : Right, you were going to help your partner out, who has miracously healed.
Green : Call me Jesus Christ. I work miracles in the ring.
Frost picks Destiny up slowly, and delivers a picture perfect backbreaker. Frost then takes the time to climb the turnbuckles and taunt the fans. Destiny is up quickly again, and delivers a forearm across Frost's turned back. Destiny then climbs the turnbuckles behinds him, locks him and and drills him with a super backsuplex. Destiny, uses the ropes to pull himself as Frost is laid out in the middle of the ring.
Green : Man, I know what'll fix this. I'll show Destiny... Hey, you need a date?
Larry King : Do what?
Green : Yeah a date? You smoke crack?
Larry King : Oh, no... you wouldn't...
Green : I would!
Green stands up and leaves up the rampway and into the back. Meanwhile Jack Destiny has put a figure four leg lock on Frost. Frost fights it, but he's in the center of the ring. A few seconds pass, and Green returns with the now infamous Jill Destiny!
Larry King : For the record folks, that is not Jack Destiny's ex-wife. That's a prostitute Cameron Frost and Chris Green are paying for sick amusement.
Green stands a considerable distance away from her, as the fans surprisingly cheer her! While she walks around as if she's a zombie, Green tells her what to do, and where to go, pointing, and staying away from her. She finally gets to the ring, and the ref tends to the matter. The ref yells for Green to get her out of here. Green plays dumb, and jaws with the ref. Destiny takes note to the refs absence, and when he checks, he sees the woman and Green. This infuriates Destiny, who lets go of the figure four and stands up. Frost rolls over into a corner, and holds his leg. Frost begins to scream, and the ref immediately abandons Green and the woman, who are quickly beign charged by Jack Destiny. Destiny hops out of the ring, and pushes the crackwhore down and charges after Green, who by now has jetted up the rampway. The ref tends to Frost over in the corner while Chris Green evades Destiny who's high on his tail up the rampway. Green with a steady lead on Destiny ducks into the entrance way, and Destiny quickly follows. But Green is nowhere to be found. Destiny takes a look around, until Green steps out from behind a thick black curtain and drills Destiny in the back of the head with a steal chair. Green drops the chair and just laughs, and proceeds to pick Destiny up by the hair and take him back towards the ring. Green tosses Destiny into the ring. A medic is now attending to Frost who is standing in the corner. Frost clearly tells them he wants to continue. They allow it, and Frost hobbles over and pins Destiny. Green makes it to his headset for the count.
Green : 1...2...NO! DAMMIT! He kicked out! How'd he do that?
Larry King : Sheer will power Chris Green. That's how.
Green : Frost is hurt, he can't continue!
Larry King : Bull honky!
Frost argues with the ref about a slow count, and hobbles over to the ropes. Destiny is now starting to come to, as Frost hangs on the ropes waiting for him. Destiny shakes off the cobwebs and quickly charges Frost knocking him through the ropes and down to the floor. Destiny tumbles too though. Both men lay on the floor for a second, but Destiny is the first to move. Destiny then picks up Frost, and irish-whips him fiercely into the steel steps. Frost just slides down them, and lies in a heap. Destiny then walks around the ring, and approaches the woman who lied about Destiny for money, the crackwhore. He points at her and the fans again erupt in cheers! Destiny shakes his head at her and kicks her in the gut. Destiny then irish whips her equally as hard into the other side of the steel steps and the fans explode.
Green : I've always wanted to do that to my ex wives!
Larry King : They're not married!
Green : Your mom was a good woman.
Larry King : Go to hell, you don't know my mom.
Green : I know I don't know your mom, I know your sister.
Larry King : I dont have a sister.
Green : Oh. Looks like it's time for Plan C.
Larry King : What's Plan C?
Green : Let Frost do it.
Larry King : That should've been Plan A.
Green : Now what fun would that be?
Destiny has by now rolled Frost back into the ring, and climbed to the top rope, waiting for Frost to stand. Frost finally does, and staggers around only to be dropped by a flying clothesline. Destiny rolls into the corner and heads right back on Frost. Stomping away on Frost, who can do nothing more than cover up. Finally the ref steps in and splits it up. Frost gets to the ropes, and pulls himself up, as the ref hands Destiny a warning. Frost bounces off the ropes and charges Destiny who drops down. Frost hops over him and bounces off the other side and comes hard with a clothesline. Destiny ducks it and turns quickly to dropkick Frost into the ropes. Frost lands outside on the apron, but pulls himself up quickly. Destiny comes towards him but Frost hits him with a shoulder to the midsection. Frost then hooks him for a suplex. He lifts him high up like he's going to drop him on the cement, but instead drops him face first into the ring. Destiny lands hard, and Frost climbs the turnbuckle, and waits, going to return the favor. Frost points to a couple fans in the front row and launches a wad of spit towards them. Destiny gets to his feet but quickly stumbles towards the ropes and knocks Frost off his perch. Destiny slowly makes his way up the turnbuckles. Frost summons the strength to push him off backwards. Destiny hits his back and rolls. Frost makes it to his feet and flies off with a missle dropkick, but Destiny meets him with a dropkick of his own, sending Frost down hard.
Green : This isn't looking good.
Green stands up, and leaves his posistion again. He slides his World Title in the ring, and hops up on the apron. Destiny spots this, and grabs the title before Frost can. While Green is distracting the referee Destiny sets his sights on Frost's face. Frost stands, and realizes what's going on, but not soon enough. Destiny charges and drills Frost in the head with the belt! Frost goes down hard, and Green hops down. The ref turns around as Destiny makes the pin.
Larry King : This is it! He's going to do it! 1...2.. GREEN!
Green jerks the referee out of the ring, and quickly hits the Fall From Grace on him. Green then slides into the ring and kicks Destiny in the back. He lays a few boots to the shoulders and bends down to pick him up. Green goes for an irish whip but Destiny reverses it and Green ends up tied up in the ropes. Destiny looks Green dead in the eyes and picks up the World Title off the mat. He looks at the title, and then looks at Green. Green is obviously worried, and tries to reason with Destiny. Destiny rares the title back and a huge smile comes over the face of Green. A second later, Crack! Cameron Frost hits his finishing Superkick. Frost looks down at the ground, and sees the blood now flowing freely from a large gash on his forehead. He pays no attention to the blood, and proceeds to walk over and help Chris Green get loose. Green picks up his World Title and motions for Frost to pick up Destiny. Frost obliges, picks up Destiny and backs him into the ropes for another irish whip. Green runs foward and Crack! Another violent shot to the head of Jack Destiny. Destiny hits the mat, out cold. Green raises his title in the air and hops outside. He immediately goes to the referee and rolls him into the ring. Frost drags Destiny into the middle of the ring, and instead of pinning him, he locks the unconcious Jack Destiny in a figure four leg-lock. The ref slowly crawls over to the competitors. He lays there for a second as Green returns to his post.
Green : Now, it's over.
Larry King : Yeah really, you'd think the legendary Cameron Frost could have won the match quickly, easily, and on his own. But hey, this is just fun for you guys right?
Green : Yeah, how'd you know?
The ref raises his head and sees Destiny out. He starts a count. 1...2...3! He calls for the bell... "Back To School" by the Deftones blare over the PA system.
Geraldo : Your winner, CAMERON FROST!!!
Green leaves once again.
Larry King : What now?
As if you could forget, there is a crackwhore laid out on some steel steps outside. Green quickly goes and picks her up by her shirt and shorts, he slings her into the ring. Green rolls in and raises Frost's hand high into the air. Frost then picks up the ref and slings him outside of the ring, as Green helps the crackwhore to her feet. Jill Destiny stands there, yelling at Green, who shuts her up by hitting another Fall From Grace! This time on Jill. Jill is out cold, and is quickly picked up and thrown on top of Jack Destiny in the middle of the ring. Green then yells at Mancow, to toss him something. Mancow tosses Green two black T-shirts, which he lays one on each of the Destiny's. They both read, "Property Of Cold Grass."
Larry King : These guys are out of control.
Green then raises Frost's hand again, as they hop down and return to the broadcast booth.
Green : What a match! Cameron Frost took Destiny back to school, don't you think?
Larry King : Elementary school.
Frost : Hey man, do you think somebody could get me a band-aid?
Frost and Green laugh, as Frost points out a large gash on his forehead to the camera. He then reaches on the desk in front of him and presses a white towel onto it.
Larry King : Hey, uh, congradulations on your, well, your win. Way to go, legend.
Frost : Don't be a smart-ass, I won, that's all that matters.
Green : Security, come down and remove these two from the ring.
Destiny is in the ring, now moving around. Jack Destiny that is, Jill Destiny is out cold on top of him. Jack tosses the woman off of him quickly. Angrily he picks up the woman and delivers a powerful powerbomb onto her. The fans erupt in cheers, as security quickly comes down. They escort Jack to the back, and pack Jill to the back. One of the security guards gags as he packs her limp body up the ramp.
Frost : And now for the main event!
Green : Haha! That was the main event!
Larry King : No, this is the main event, you bunch of ruffians.
The lights cut off, and a guitar
riff
is heard...the intro to Green Day's Boulevard of Broken Dreams.
Larry King: This again?
The big screen quickly fades in the phrase:
As the intro hits its repeat, the phrase begins to blur and take a new
shape, changing to
Some of the crowd starts to cheer wildly, while others remain unsure.
As
Green Day's lyrics kick in, the big screen changing to the image of a
man
walking down an empty road. We can only see the back of him, and we see
a
man with black hair about to his shoulders, and black shirt and pants.
It
would be considered a silhouette if not for the small patches of
exposed
Caucasian skin.
PA System: I walk a lonely road, the only road that I have ever
known...
When the music hits the light kick and the bass and drums come in, a
small
pyro explosion at the entryway brings the lights back on, and standing
at
the entryway is...
Larry King: KID DYNAMO!
The entire crowd begins to cheer wildly as Kid Dynamo looks up at the
crowd.
He waits a brief moment before beginning to walk down the entryway
towards
the ring.
Green: What is he doing here? I thought he retired when his ASW stint
failed?
Larry King: Is this ASW?
Frost: Is this where ASW's failures wrestle?
While the three argue, Kid Dynamo continues to walk down the entryway,
not
ignoring the fans, but not reaching out to them. As he approaches the
ring,
he makes a three-step burst, and jumps up to roll under the bottom
rope. He
gets to his feet and stands in the middle of the ring.
His music has cut, but you can hardly tell for the deafening roar of
the
fans. Kid Dynamo soaks it in for a moment, then asks for a mic. One of
the
sound crew tosses one at him, and he catches it. He motions for the
crowd to
take a breath, then begins.
Kid Dynamo: O...W...F...you know, there was a time long ago when I was
too
afraid to join here. Hell, I could barely make the cut in MVW. How
could I
possibly compete with guys like Bryan Tann and Jesse Williams? Now,
look at
what has become of this hallowed ground. Diamond Kid is still unwilling
to
put any of his personal monetary gains into reuniting the fans with
their
sacred place of wrestling worship. However, one thing has changed. Zack
Perry has come to do what Diamond Kid would not.
The audience cheers while Frost and Green glower dubiously at Dynamo from ringside.
Kid Dynamo: But, what has become of this? Even with Perry here, what is left? Cold
Grass
has come, and is wreaking havoc on a place that should be able to chew
them
up and spit them back out to ASW. Guys like Jesse Williams and Bryan
Tann
give it their all, but come up short on motivation because they
remember the
glory days, and it pains them to see OWF like this. Do you know what I see? I see that not a single member of MVW's elite
is
still around. I see that the greatest wrestling federation in history
is
having trouble getting and keeping its members, and ASW is still
winning the
ratings war despite a product so inferior that it can't vote in the
general
election.
The audience errupts again, their cheers of support for Dynamo echoing throughout the arena.
Kid Dynamo: I tried to help, but I apparently did it the wrong way. I brought Seth
Anderson...
The crowd boos at the name of Kid Dynamo's "Xperiment gone wrong".
Kid Dynamo: Kid Dynamo: I brought Seth to ASW and OWF, and he thrived, except that
he
couldn't handle the fact that he was only good enough to be
second-best.
That's why he broke off of me, and that's when I realized that the old
cliche rings true: "If you want something done right, you have to do it
yourself."
The audience bursts into cheers once again.
Larry King: Please tell me... please say it's what it looks like.
Kid Dynamo: Outsider Wrestling Federation, I am here...because wrestling needs more
of
its heroes to inspire a new generation to come and revitalize these
hallowed
grounds. I am here...because wrestling as a whole needs people to
remember
what we once were, and what we could be again. I am here...
Kid Dynamo pauses and looks out to the crowd.
Kid Dynamo: ...because I received a letter not long after Seth Anderson
left
OWF from a fan that said "Kid Dynamo would have made a great OWF
Champion".
I guess I owe it to all of you to see if he's right.
The crowd cheers at a deafening volume. Boulevard of Broken Dreams
begins
again on the PA system, but no one can tell from the cheers.
Larry King: Kid Dynamo has come to OWF!
Green: That thing? That thinks it would make a great OWF Champion? He's so far out of his league it isn't funny.
With the audiences cheers booming through the arena, and Dynamo marching head held high back up the aisle, attention turns on camera feed cutting in on the big screen. The grim, serious face of Abraham Lincoln stares back at the crowd, carved from stone, as the camera pulls back taking in the image of the Lincoln Memorial. Tourist hours have past and while two US soldiers stand up front as guards, security seems fairly relaxed. A few passersby pause and snap a photo, one man taking a picture of a large man and woman on the steps, and the woman digs into her purse, taking out something small and doing a casual hand-off to the man as well. Approaching the soldiers from behind, Prissy and Two-Good pounce, slapping chlorophil rags over their mouths and holding them back for a moment until they collapse to the ground unconscious. With a wave, the third man tosses the camera aside and pulls off his coat to reveil the black and white stripes of a referee's shirt.
Geraldo: The following match is scheduled for one fall and will be for the OWF Public Display of Agression Title.
Green : This is going to be an exciting match-up.
Frost : Yeah really, it's always good to come down from a good win buzz, by watching people with less talent than you. Haha...
Larry King : You two are going to meet your match one day.
Frost : You live in denial.
Green : I'm the world champ.
Larry King : I know, I know... Don't remind me.
Two-Good races up the steps, taking them three at a time as Prissy stands over him, anxiously waiting. Two-Good lunges and Prissy jumps, somersaulting over Two-Good to land on the steps just a bit below him while Two-Good skids face first into the stone steps, laying on his belly in front of Prissy. Prissy doublefoot stomps on Two-Good's back, scrambling up the steps and to the top, disappearing around the corner. Two-Good throws himself back upright, racing after her, but spins the corner to find Prissy has tipped over a velvet partition rope, tripping Two-Good over it and sending him spilling down the long flight of stone steps to land bloodied on the sidewalk. Prissy hopskips down the steps after him, plant a swift kick between his legs as he begins to stand up, then grabbing Two-Good by his tourist looking backpack and whipping him around, slamming him face first into a huge marble pillar.
[Set 1]
Green : Kellan Hunter looks on top of his game here. If he were to challenge a wrestling legend like Mae Young, he would more than likely, probably, possibly, pull the upset and beat her. Prissy had better been on top of things.
Frost : Prissy's on top of things, if you know what I mean.
Green : No, I don't know what you mean.
Frost : I don't either, but hey, I dig her.
Larry King : Lovefest 2004, right here folks.
Green : She is pretty hot.
Frost : And she's going at Kellan Hunter.
Larry King : Two of the best giving you the play-by-play here ladies and gentlemen.
Two-Good throws a back elbow into Prissy's face, knocking her aside, then strips off his tourist backpack, opening it up and pulling out a cheese grater. Spinning around, Two-Good whallops Prissy in the side of the head with it, blood spraying out over the sidewalk as Prissy hits the ground rolling. Taking a running shot with the cheese grater, this time Prissy ducks aside, taking Two-Good down with a drop toe hold which smacks his head off the pavement. Rolling Two-Good to the side to put him in position, Prissy leaves his head hanging over the edge of the curb and stomps down hard on the base of his skull, blood bursting out and running freely through the gutter. Prissy rolls Two-Good over to make a pinfall, but he only spits blood back in her face and sits up before she can even make a cover. Raising back to his feet, Two-Good ties up with Prissy, whipping her into the steps where she trips up and falls to the stone. Turning his back on Prissy, Two-Good returns to his backpack, pulling out a pair of lock cutters, then looks up from his bag to meet a drop kick to the face from Prissy. Two-Good stumbles backwards, Prissy snap kicking forward into his face, then Prissy goes sprinting back up the steps. Two-Good chases after her, waving the bolt cutters, and gaining ground, when Prissy throws herself backwards into a moonsault which catches Two-Good across the chest and knocks him to his back, Two-Good sliding down the steps with several jarring bumps while Prissy lays across his chest, riding him down like a sled. As Two-Good slams to the sidewalk with a grunt, Prissy hooks a leg for the pinfall. 1... 2... Two-Good kicks out.
Frost : I don't know if he's going to be able to pull this off. This for the PDA Championship brother, you're fighting like a girl Hunter!
Green : He's doing just fine.
Larry King : Well one things for sure, they're bothing giving it their all.
Prissy rolls backwards, snatching Two-Good's backpack and swinging it around with both arms, cracking Two-Good hard across the jaw, brass knuckles and title belts spilling out of the bag as Two-Good staggers backwards, blood pouring from his mouth and nose like a faucet. Prissy grabs the brass knuckles, packing up her fist while Two-Good wipes the blood from his face, throwing up his arms to cover as she lunges forward, but Prissy goes low instead, catching Two-Good with a low blow from the brass knuckles that drops him painfully to his knees. Bringing an uppercut in under his jaw with the brass knuckles, Prissy knocks Two-Good backwards, then bounds up several steps, putting distance above him and measuring him up. Throwing herself forward, Prissy comes down with a shooting star press. Two-Good grabs his Tag Title belt, pulling his knees up so Prissy comes down over them with the belt in between, bouncing hard off of Two-Good's knees and hitting the sidewalk, doubled up in pain. Prissy looks up to find one of the guards stirring, and she begins to crawl up the steps, Two-Good grabbing his title belts and backpack before staggering up after her. Reaching the top, Prissy begins scaling Lincoln's leg, climbing up into the lap of the statue while Two-Good pulls a jumble of barbwire from his backpack, tossing the pack aside and wrapping it around his arm.
Green : You do realize that Kellan Hunter is certifiably nuts.
Frost : Yeah, I also hear he was diagnosed with the worst case of diaharahea of the mouth ever witnessed.
Green : That can't be good.
Larry King : I hear that's contagious.
Green : Somebody get me some damn lysol!
Prissy leaps from off of Lincoln, crashing into Two-Good with a somersaulting axe-kick, driving Two-Good hard to the concrete. Prissy rolls Two-Good over, but he lashes out, punching her with an arm wrapped in barbwire, and Prissy backpedals putting some distance between them. Two-Good stands up, a bloody outline of his body left on the white stone landing, and lunges forward at Prissy with the arm wrapped in barbwire. Prissy cartwheels aside, Two-Good punching Lincoln in the foot, then shaking his hand off in pain. Grabbing the velvet partition rope, Prissy tosses it over Two-Good's head from behind, pulling it back hard and strangling the lift out of him, while Two-Good drives hard elbows back into Prissy's chest with the barbwire. Prissy stumbles backwards, the shoulder of her shirt soaking with blood, and Two-Good picks up his Handicapped and Tag Team Title Belts, swinging one in each head and sandwhiching Prissy's head between them with a loud crack. Prissy drops to her knees, blood matting in her hair. Two-Good peals the barbwire back from his arm, wrapping it around his title belts while Prissy gets back to her feet, looking dazed. Two-Good takes a swing with the barbwire belts and Prissy ducks it, bringing a knee up into his midsection. Grabbing Two-Good by the hair, Prissy plants him down to the cement again with a facebuster. Then scissoring her legs around his throat, Prissy begins choking him out. The referee hovers over Two-Good, checking for submission. Two-Good reaches out, grabbing the referee by the shirt and jerking him down to send him crashing into Prissy, catching her off guard enough to loosen her grip, and Two-Good worms out, bouncing back to his feet gasping for breath. Prissy throws a snapping kick forward, which Two-Good catches close to his side. Prissy rolls with it into an enziguri, but Two-Good ducks the second kick, swinging Prissy instead by the ankle and slapping her body against the stone wall. Prissy rolls back to her feet and Two-Good shoulders his title belt, planting a kick into her midsection. GOOD-NIGHT! Prissy's face drives down hard over the barbwire belts, her body bouncing limply to the ground. Two-Good drops down over her exhausted and makes the cover. 1... 2... 3...
Geraldo: There you have it, ladies and gentlemen, your winner and new PDA Champion, TWOOO-GOOOOOOD: KEEELLAAAN HUUUUUNTEEER!
The show draws to a close. But wait, oh no, not yet, "Back To School" by The Deftones blares back up once again. Green and Frost stand and drop their headsets. Green then hops up on top of the announce table and whails away at the air guitar, replaced by the OWF World Title. Frost slides into the ring followed by Green. Both men have microphones in their hands, and approach the ropes. Looking directly into the cameras, Green signals to cut the music. The music cuts, and the boos that roar loud, slowly die down. Then there was silence, and Green speaks.
Green : Well, now that Sunday Sabbath is drawing to a close, and you fans have got your fill of action for the night, Cameron Frost and I have something to say. We have an address to the OWF. This includes everyone. All the superstars, the staff, and even the beloved owner, Zack Perry.
Frost : Like Green was saying, everyone should take notice. The two superstars you see before you, are the absolute best this planet has to offer. We've conquered all. We've earned the right to come out here and run the show. We've earned the right to say the things we say, and do the things way do. We're just that good. You see, in all the years that wrestling has been around, there's never been a force like Cold Grass. And Cold Grass is Cameron Frost, and Chris Green, and that's it! The only men ever in Cold Grass, or who will ever be in Cold Grass stand before you, kings of the hill. Get in our way, I dare you. But, that's not all. Oh no, I've got a surprise for each and everyone of you.
Green : A surprise? I love surprises! What is it?
Frost : Now, as I just said, there's only two members of Cold Grass. But...
Green : But what? Come on, tell us man!
Frost : Seeing as how Cold Grass is a high scale operation, I took it upon myself to hire some services. You see, we're only two men taking on the world. So ladies and gentlemen...
Frost is interrupted by the sound of Jesse William's music. The fans get on their feet, and quickly boo, when a pint sized, midget wrestler dressed as Jesse Williams runs down to the ring. He slides into the ring and gets in a boxing stance. The music cuts.
Green : Let me take care of this little chump. I beat him last Sunday, I'll beat him again.
Frost : He looks, a letter, lesser of a man this week, dont you say? I think he's missing something.
Green : You're right, the world title.
Frost : You see Chris, it's times like these. Times when wrestlers snap and go crazy trying to take our head off that we need services.
Green : What kind of services?
Frost : Security services. Security! Get out here!
"I'm Your Boogie Man" by White Zombie hits the PA system and out from behind the curtains steps a mountain of man. He stands over seven foot tall, and weighs in somewhere above five-hundred pounds.
Green : Holy hell! It's Flawless Dusty Lawless! He's HUGE!
Frost : Hey Dusty, we need your help...
Big Dusty Lawless sports a Texas sized "Property Of Cold Grass" T-shirt. He slowly makes his way down to the ring, and steps over the top rope. He immediately grabs the midget around his neck, and delivers a massive chokeslam that sends the midget straight through the mat!
Green : OH MY GOD YOU KILLED JESSE YOU BASTARD!
Frost : Uhh... I think he needs medic..
Green : Thank you folks, it's been real...
Frost : So long and goodnight! Cold Grass signing off-
The lights in the arena go pitch black, and the crowd pops LOUDLY because they know EXACTLY what's about to happen. The arena feels cold, as goosebumps of anticipation begin to grow. Then, we hear the chilling voice of a child ring over the PA...
"Cry little sister. Come to your brother."
The crowd pops LOUDLY as the arena suddenly EXPLODES into an inferno! Red lights begin flashing as firey pyro explodes from the entranceway as well as the four corners of the ring. "Swamped" by Lacuna Coil begins to blast over the PA indicating that the #1 Contender for the OWF World Heavyweight Title is in the house! "The Loose Cannon" Bryan Tann's presence is DEFINATELY being felt by the OWF Crowd tonight. However, Tann isn't coming out from the back! The OWF Tron however goes to solid black after showing Bryan Tann's entrance video, the music begins to slowly fade out. And we can hear "The Loose Cannon's" voice over the PA.
Bryan Tann: "Just one week ago...I walked through the fires of hell...for the honor to challenge for the one thing that has driven me to this point. The Outsider Wrestling Federation, World Heavyweight Title. A title that I will hold, by any means neccessary. No compromises, no questions, just flat out fact. And you Chris Green? It's a welcomed sense of irony that you hold that title right here, right now. Getting over the fact that you don't BELONG here in the OWF. Your place is where it's always been, down on your hands and knees in front of Kremlin while he plows that O-Ring, while Rose fingers herself in the corner watchin the action! But that's neither here, nor there. The time I spent in the Cold Grass stable, was a shock. The battles I've had with the Cold Grass table are legendary. The WAR between Cold Grass, and the Bad Mutha Fukaz WILL...NEVER...DIE!!!!
The audience errupts into chants. "Bry-An Tann! Bry-An Tann!" Frost and Green glare up at the screen, their eyes burning hatred.
Bryan Tann: So swell that chest up with pride Chris Green. Feel like the big kid on the playground while you can. Because it's not going to last very long. I don't care if you've got Cameron Frost by your side. Hell you could get your little friend Vegeta back, and it wouldn't matter one damn bit. Because I've got you, and that World Heavyweight Title in my sights Chris Green. THE OUTSIDER WRESTLING FEDERATION CHAMPIONSHIP WILL BE MINE!! Even if I have to kill you to get it. This won't just be any match Chris Green, THIS WILL BE A WAR! No gimmicks needed, no tricks neccessary. One on one, MAN TO MAN, WINNER TAKE ALL!!! Vinny Vegas may not be here in the OWF, BUT THE BAD MUTHA FUKAZ STILL LIVE ON TO THIS DAY, AND THE BAD MUTHA FUKAZ WILL DESTROY COLD GRASS ONCE AND FOR ALL!!!!
The cheers are deafening. The chants change over, now booming out "Cold Grass Sucks! Cold Grass Sucks!"
Bryan Tann: BE PREPARED CHRIS GREEN!!!! CUZ I AM!!!
'Swamped' by Lacuna Coil blasts over the PA as the OWF crowd seems to have been sent into a complete FRENZY, as Bryan Tann has set the battle lines. The Cold Grass/BMF war will never be over! Tann's eyes are burning holes in the OWF Ring as his visage fades from the OWF Tron. Green and Frost are left fuming in the ring as the credits roll and the scene fades out.