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Mr. P : Well wouldn't you know it, Cold Grass decided to open their show. I wonder if this is there Invitational they've been promoting?

Mancow : Probably so, I just hope they don't come over here, again.

Larry King : Things might finally be civilized around the commentator's booth again. But let's not count our chickens before they hatch.

Into the ring, and demanding mics, Cold Grass quickly prop themselves up on the ropes, staring directly into the camera's. The boo's continue, as the two set and soak it all in. Green signals for the cut in the music, and the music dies. Chants of "You Suck!" echo throughout the arena. Green goes to speak, but cannot speak over top of the defeaning chants and boo's.

Mr. P : This arena is defeaning! I can't hear a thing.

Mancow : What!?

The boo's continue, but Green just waits them out. As soon as there is a hush, Green starts running his mouth.

Green : Heeelllloooo NEW JERSEY!!

Another eruption of boo's.

Green : I'd just like to say, this place is alright. If you live in hell!

Frost : Hey Chris, it's not their fault they were born in this shit-hole. Give them a break...

Green : Ahh, I guess you're right. I mean, granted this place is a trash-can, I guess even losers like you guys deserve a little something special in your life. So enough about you brain dead mongaloids.

Frost : Even though we may talk alot of trash about you stupid fans, we know that the house is full of Grass Monkey's. We've got fans all over the world, but tonight, we bring you, the fans here in New Jersey, the first and only, Cold Grass Invitational!!

The boo's return, to no-one's surprise. The two wait it out once again. Frost this time speaks over the fans.

Frost : That's right, tonight you'll get to witness your hero's, Cold Grass, in action!

Green : Tonight ladies and gentlemen, whoa, tonight, you get to witness an act of sheer greatness that once would be thought impossible.

Frost : That's what we're all about, doing the impossible. Tell 'em Chris..

Green : Tonight, Cold Grass is going to take on ten professional wrestling legends! Ten of them! Two on ten! You hear that!

Frost : You heard it right, ten on two, Cold Grass versus the world. We ain't kidding folks. We're that good.

Green : And I know you're all anxious, so let's get this under-way. First I'd like to introduce the special guest ring announcer, he's BIG, he's Flawless, he's Big Flawless Dusty Lawless!

"Wake Up" by Rage Against The Machine plays. The music plays for a moment, as Green removes his title and hands it out to a ref. Both men remove their shades, and out steps Dusty Lawless, who also gets boo'd loudly. Dusty too is dressed in wrestling gear, wearing a "Flawless Dusty Lawless" T-shirt. Lawless makes his way down to the ring, and grabs the mic. He reaches into his tights and pulls out a sheet of paper. His music cuts, as Green and Frost stand in the ring warming up. Frost stretches by the ropes, and Green shadow boxes around the ring. Dusty Lawless takes the mic.

Lawless : The first team...

"Swamped" by Lacuna Coil strikes up and the fans erupt! The fans immediately bolt to their feet and wait for you know who. Out steps a figure onto the rampway and fans erupt...but only for a second. The fans then realize they'd been decieved... It wasn't Bryan Tann at all... It is, instead, a very thin, bald man clad in Bryan Tann gear. He plays to the fans just as Bryan would, but it's a complete mockery.

Lawless : He hails from Pittsburg, weights a hundred and fifty pounds soaking wet, smokes crack cocaine only on days that end in Y, he is, TYRAN BANN!!! And his partner..

The fans boo even louder, as Bann's music fades, and "Alive" by POD blares loudly.

Lawless : He's from Poland, weighs two hundred and fifteen pounds, can't grow hair on his head, but wears a sweater of hair on his chest, he is, Vinny Nevada!!

More boo's feel the arena, as a bald, beer bellied, bearded fat man makes his way down to the ring, in full out Vinny Vegas gear, Vegas T-shirt and all. Frost and Green stand in the center of the ring, as serious as ever seen. Frost rubs his hands, and looks at Green. The music cuts, as Nevada and Bann enter the ring.

Mr. P : Well, at first you think, oh man, then you think, right... This is an all-out mockery...

Mancow : I kinda like it!

Larry King : A blatant show of disprespect.

The bell rings, as a ref enters the ring. All four men are standing in the ring, when Frost looks at Green and nods. Green approaches Tryan Bann, and reaches out his hand. Bann shakes it, but as soon as he does Green hits him with the Fall From Grace! Nevada goes after Green but is abruptly stopped by a stiff Superkick. Frost and Green then drape one foot over both men, and strike a pose as the ref drops down for the three count. 1...2...3..!

Lawless : The first two have went down, let's bring out the next team... introducing first!

"Living On The Edge" by Aerosmith hits and the fans erupt in cheers! Out walks a long haired man in his late forties, hobbling down to the ring, dressed as none other than Jake Blood.

Lawless : He's the only professional wrestler to have endorsements done by Viagra! He learned everything he knows from hooked on phonics! He is Fake Blood!!

Fake Blood makes his way out, and stands in the rampway for a moment. Clearly confused he looks around, as "It's Raining Men" by God knows who hits the PA system.

Lawless : He's dominated the noodles of ASW for years, but he's been retired now for a while, out of sigh out of mind, no way, we remember the legend that dominated everyone. Where has he been you ask folks? Well, he's been on a fishing trip learning how to be a master of bait. He is, The Dominator! Uh..wait, The Masterbaiter!!

The Masterbaiter makes his way out and joins his partner, Fake Blood. The Masterbaiter is dressed identical to ASW's Dominator, and acts just as dumb. The two make their way down to the ring.

Mr. P : Those two are in the best shape of their lives!

The Masterbaiter and Fake Blood climb into the ring, and go after Cold Grass. The huge Masterbaiter goes after Green but Green quickly ducks out of the way and drops him with a drop toe-hold that sends The Masterbaiter to hang himself on the middle rope. Fake Blood goes after Frost, but Frost ducks a clothesline, and turns around quickly to catch the offbalance Blood with another Superkick! Green picks up the Masterbaiter and sends him face first into the ropes, and as he bounces back Green drills him with the Fall From Grace. Frost tosses Fake Blood on top of the Masterbaiter as he and Green strike a pose, with their feet on the top of Blood. The ref makes the count, 1...2...3..

Lawless : Four legends go down just like that folks! Who's up next? I can't wait to see...

The fans look up the aisle way and await the announcement. No music plays, but Lawless introduces the next set of combatants. Lawless : Raining from your septic tank, and from growing on top of it, here they are ladies and gentlemen, Gremlin and Tulip!

The fans boo loudly as the ASW theme plays, and out walks another set of impersonators. A scraggily old woman with frizzy hair, and a huge Indian man in suit and tie. They make it to the ring and the music cuts. Gremlin reaches into his jacket and pulls out a paper.

Lawless : What's this!? Gremlin is trying to sign Cold Grass to a contract right here folks! Oh my God!

Green takes the piece of paper and acts out wiping his ass with it. He then launches a wad of spit at the big Gremlin. Gremlin immediately proceeds to tackle Green and punch away at him. Frost on the other hand grabs the old woman known as Tulip and tosses her to the outside where she remains. Frost then walks over and smacks Gremlin in the back of the head. The big Indian stands up, and towers over Frost who now begins to back away. The fans cheer Gremlin as he approaches Frost pointing his finger. Out of nowhere Green drills Gremlin with a low-blow, and Frost superkicks him in the face, sending him backwards. On his backwards fall Green locks him and and plants him with the Fall From Grace. Green then makes the pin on Gremlin. 1...2...3!!

Lawless : They did it again! Holy shit! They've beat six wrestling legends here in front of our very eyes! There's four more to go folks! Four more! Introducing next...

Some random guitar riff is played, followed by some heavy bass and drums, as Lawless announces the next team.

Lawless : These guys need no introduction, you all know their name, and they have earned themselves a special place in your heart. Here they are, returning to their home, THE OWF ELITE!!!

The fans EXPLODE at the mention of the OWF Elite. The music continues to play, and two more impersonators walk out. Dressed just like the infamous duo of Diamond Kid and Kozmo. These two men are however, a bit smaller, resembling high school kids. The two young guys walk around like idiots, playing to the fans. Lawless : They're here! Let's hear it for Cubic Zarconia Kid and Gonzo!!

The team of OWF Elite impersonators make their way to the ring, and their music cuts. Frost looks at the two and dares them to come at him. They do and Frost levels them with a clothesline. Green and Frost immediately begin to stomp away on the two men, who quickly roll out of the ring and walk out.

Lawless : I expected it! They've walked out again! What a bunch of losers...

The team of OWF Elite walks out as the fans boo. The ref starts a ten count, and Lawless helps him when the count reaches six.

Lawless : Seven...Eight...Nine...Ten! They're gone! Another team of legends goes down at the hands of Cold Grass... Only two more left! Let's waste no time in getting them out here... here they are...

"Hells' Bells" by AC/DC cues up over the loudspeaker.

Lawless : They're a team in real life, and tonight they're a team here, it's the legendary tag team known as The Destiny Family! That's right folks! Jack and Jill Destiny!!

Mr. P : Jack Destiny isn't coming out here, he's in the back getting ready to take on Bryan Tann. This is ridiculous...

Mancow : But what a show!

Larry King : What? What happened? I was just waking up...

Out steps Jill Destiny, and surprise, Jack Destiny is nowhere to be found. While they obviously have no connection, the comedy continues as Jill Destiny makes her way down to the ring. She enters the ring, and as the music fades, she simply lays down in the center of the ring. Frost and Green look at each other, then argue on who's going to make the pin.

Lawless : She's on her back again folks... who's going to take one for the team and make the pin..

The two play paper, rock, scissors to see who makes the pin, and Frost loses. Green parades around as if he'd just won the World Series, as Frost leans down and says something to Jill that makes her stand. Frost grabs her hand and raises it high into the air, and then smiles, and superkicks her back down. Putting on foot on her chest, Frost pins her, and the ref makes the count... 1...2...3...

Lawless : That's nine folks! That's just nine! For the night to be complete, Cold Grass needs one more opponent and since we knew Jack Destiny wouldn't show, we took the privelage and set up and eleventh opponent... that's right, bring him on out... here he is, Jesse Williams!!

Mr. P : Jesse Williams isn't here folks, he's currently at home re-habbing his injuries that were inflicted on him by the hands of those two evil men in the ring! This is throwing salt in the wounds if I ever seen it.

Mancow : They'd better be careful what they ask for, they just might get it.

Larry King : But not tonight...

Suddenly, the lights go out, save for two spotlights on each member of Cold Grass. The two seem to be looking around, not of fear, but of readiness to accept an attempted ambush. ..

Voice: You can quit looking around! I'm right here.

The lights come back on, and Kid Dynamo stands at the entryway. The fans cheer wildly, and the cameras cut between Kid Dynamo standing tall on the entryway, boldly wearing his OWF Handicapped Championship, and Cold Grass, looking angry at the interruption of their scene.

Kid Dynamo: What a load of crap this Invitational is, isn't it? Cold Grass, the self-proclaimed greatest dominant force on the planet, and you have to fight people two-on-one just to win? I mean, Jesse Williams is one thing. Everyone KNEW Chris Green couldn't beat him one-on-one�

The crowd pops and the cameras cut to Chris Green just in time to see him mouth obvious profanities at Kid Dynamo.

Kid Dynamo: �but THIS! This is not what the OWF is about, Cold Grass.

The crowd pops again at the OWF reference.

Kid Dynamo: Wrestling has not finally freed itself from the shackles of Kremlin and his �contendership system� only to have you two come out and embarrass the OWF World Title.

The cameras cut back to Cold Grass, and Cameron Frost clearly says, almost loud enough to hear without a microphone, �What do you want?�

Kid Dynamo: What do I want, Frost? Well, besides you getting off of your high horse � just so you know, wins over Jack Destiny and MC Whitey don�t make you a superstar�

The crowd pops and more obscenities are inaudibly stated, this time from Frost.

Kid Dynamo: �what I want is for you two to at least TRY to show OWF what they came here to see. The fans out here want to see the best take on the best. The fans want to see the OWF World Champion take on a rightful contender!

Chris Green: We beat Tyran Bann.

The crowd pops loudly at the prospect of the a World Title-caliber match in the making.

Kid Dynamo: However, everyone knows that Chris Green is physically incapable of fighting a match without his precious partner, Cameron Frost. So, any attempts at defeating the World Champion will be Handicapped matches�

Kid Dynamo takes his Handicapped Title off and proudly holds it over his head. The crowd cheers, sensing what is coming next, but Kid Dynamo speaks over them.

Kid Dynamo: �and WHO is more qualified to fight a Handicapped match then the Handicapped Champion?!? This Invitational ends right now! No more jobbers! No more gauntlets! It�s down to the two of you versus the one of me. Do you think you can handle one cruiserweight between the two of you, because if you can�t, then I guess I�ll have to challenge Bryan Tann for the World Title after Bloodbath!

The crowd pops loudly, and the cameras cut to the members of Cold Grass as they look very angry, and get ready to take on the Handicapped Champion.

Mr. P : Dynamo and Cold Grass have had some words this past week! Now Dynamo is taking action!

Mancow : He's not going to take on both of these men is he?

Larry King : I believe he is! YES!

Dynamo steps up on to the apron, and shouts a couple of words at Cold Grass before stepping into the ring. Green looks out Frost and shrugs his shoulders, and Green looks at Frost, and simply mouths, "Let me handle this." Frost steps outside and onto the apron, and goes to the corner, and watches the match in progress. Dynamo's music cuts, and the ref rounds the ring. Green signals for the lock-up, and Dynamo obliges. Green immediately steps out of the lock-up and tries to poke Dynamo in the eyes. But Dynamo sees it coming and blocks it, and sends Green staggering with a dropkick. Green hits the mat, but sits up quickly, Dynamo throwing three quick kicks in rapid succession at him while Green backpedals to the corner trying to stay out of range. Green pulls himself back up, and walks the length of the ropes, before going to lock up with Dynamo again. Green drops down and arm-drags Dynamo to the mat, before jumping up quickly and stomping Dynamo's face. Green quickly smacks himself on the chest and boasts the crowd, the crowd boo's loudly. Dynamo is back up quickly and locks Green in from behind, Dynamo then drops Green with a fallen inverted DDT. Dynamo hops up quickly, and runs towards the ropes. Once at the ropes Dynamo jumps on the middle set and performs a perfect moonsault on Green. Dynamo makes the pin, 1...2...kickout! Mr. P : That was a close call! Looks like Green wasn't ready for this!

Larry King : Of course not. The Cold Grass Invitational meant a night off for these two. But not anymore.

Green slides outside of the ring, as Dynamo approaches him quickly and grabs a handful of hair. Once on the apron, Green sticks a thumb into Dynamo's eye, and quickly grabs him and hits him with a stun gun, dropping to the floor. Green then rolls back into the ring and goes for the pin, putting his feet on the ropes. 1...2...kickout!! Green quickly argues the refs count, as Dynamo starts to stir. Green goes to the corner and talks to Frost, before tagging Frost in. Frost steps in the ring with a wide smile, wiping his hands. He quickly charges Dynamo who slides behind Frost and dropkicks him into the turnbuckle. Frost bounces back and gets hit with a russian leg sweep by Dynamo. Dynamo then hops outside onto the apron and climbs to the top rope. Green sprints down along the apron and hits the rope, sending Dynamo strattle first into the top turnbuckle. Frost shakes off the hit, and proceeds to climb up the ropes and lock-in Dynamo for a suplex. Frost steps up on the top rope and lifts him high into the air, and drills Dynamo with a superplex. Frost rolls over and makes the cover. 1...2...kickout!!

Mr. P : I thought that was it!

Mancow : I thought he'd broke his neck!

Frost now argues the refs count. Frost however backs the ref into the corner. Dynamo makes it to his feet, using the ropes, and rushes Frost, catching him with a hard forearm across the back and sending Frost crashing into the ref. Both go down. Frost rolls to the outside, and Dynamo checks with the ref. Meanwhile Chris Green has dropped down and grabbed a steel chair from ringside. Green slides into the ring, and sets Dynamo in his sights. Dynamo finally stands, and slowly turns around. As soon as he turns around Green drills him with a steal chair shot! Crack!! By now Frost is crawling into the ring and towards Dynamo. Green attends to the ref, smacking him around a few times, and tossing him towards the pin that Frost is now making. The ref counts, slowly...1.....2.....kickout!!

Mr. P : Holy shit! He just took a hell of a chair shot and is still going!

Mancow : Dynamo really wants this match! Even though it's for nothing more than bragging rights!

Frost rolls off of Dynamo as the fans erupt in cheers. Chants of "Dy-Na-Mo! Dy-Na-Mo" begin to echo throughout the arena. The ref is coming to, as Frost pulls himself up by the ropes. Green enters the ring and starts to stomp on the rising Dynamo. The ref steps in and pushes Green back to the corner. While the ref is doing this Frost is picking up the steel chair. What he doesn't realize is Dynamo is on his feet and waiting. As soon as Frost turns around Dynamo executes a spinning heel kick that sends the chair crashing into Frost's face. Frost goes down and the chair slides out of the ring. The ref turns around as Dynamo is making the pin. 1...2...Green breaks up the count! He then takes the ref and plants him with a DDT.

Mr. P : What the heck does Green think he's doing in there?

Mancow : The referee is out cold!

Green then turns around as Dynamo snaps out with a superkick. Bad Luck Charm! Dynamo lays the boots to Green, the world champion desparate to just cover up. Meanwhile Frost has rolled outside and retrieved the steel chair. Now severely dented, Frost takes a wild swing and at Dynamo's back, but Dynamo pivots on his heel, snapping the opposite direction and planting the Bad Luck Charm into the seat of the chair, driving it back into Frost's face with a crack. Lawless begins shuffling down to ringside, urgently forcing himself in at the commentary table while Dynamo holds back for a moment, measuring Green up as he gets back to his feet.

Lawless : I've just been informed that the Cold Grass invitational, has been this entire time, NO DQ!!

Dynamo plants the Bad Luck Charm into Green's jaw, clipping him hard and flipping him head over heels back to the mat. With a single spring, Dynamo takes his perch on the top turnbuckle, and leaps cross the ring at Green. Hangover!

Lawless : And that if need be, my duty as special guest announcer will be done for, providing the match needs an official!

Lawless drops his mic, and steps into the ring. Lawless reaches down and rips the shirt off of the fallen ref, and wraps it around his neck. Dynamo looks up from a solid cover over Green, the audience making the count for him. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Still no official when Dynamo finds himself being pulled backwards from off of Green, Lawless gripping a handfull of his hair. Dynamo drives a back elbow into Lawless's chest, but it seems to have little effect as Lawless swings Dynamo around, slamming him against the turnbuckle. Dynamo throws a hand over the small of his back, wincing in pain, and Lawless picks Dyanmo up overhead. Capital Punishment! Frost raises to his hands and knees, looking up at Lawless, who gives him a thumbs up sign. Crawling toward Dynamo, Frost drapes an exhausted arm over Dynamo's chest. Lawless makes the count. 1... 2... 3...

Mr. P : This is an attrocity! These two are going to face some serious fines...

Mancow : And once again, Dynamo lets his mouth write a check his ass can't cash. Maybe finally he'll have some brains beaten into him.

Larry King : Dynamo had Chris Green and Cameron Frost under control. Cold Grass might have stolen another win, but this time around, they know they've been in a fight. That's for sure.

"Back To School" by the Deftones blares over the PA System, as Dusty Lawless raises the hands of both men. Green drops the chair down over Dynamo's face, and he and Frost each plant a few stiff boots down over the seat, driving it repeatedly back into Dynamo's face. Dynamo lays in a heap in the ring, twitching, and fighting for air, his face a bloody mess. The three men pose on each side of the ring, before Frost and Green make their way out of the ring and up the exit-ramp. Lawless stands in the ring, awaiting his upcoming match. The music fades.

Mr. P : We'd better get some help out here fast, he's in bad shape.

Paramedics rush the ring and quickly strap Dynamo on a gurney, and hook him up with some oxygen. As they wheel him away, the fans show their respect, in a thunderous chant of, "Dynamo, Dynamo.." Mr. P : We can only hope for the best for Dynamo. He's one of the greatest of all-time, and has been known to take a tremendous amount of pain, but the trauma that could've been caused to the head, could easily kill a man.

Mancow : Wait a second! Oh my God! They're letting him up! Holy shit, he's alive!

Larry King : Dynamo is coming to now, and Cold Grass has left the building. Not that Dynamo is any shape for any more action tonight.

Mr. P : I knew he was alright! All except being pissed!

Dynamo rolls off of the gurney, and a stream of blood pours to the floor below. As the chants of his name continue, Dynamo walks up the ramp and into the back. Lawless removes his T-shirt, strutting confidently around the ring.

Geraldo: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, now in the ring from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at four hundred fourty five pounds, "Flawless" DUUUSTYYY LAAAAAWLEEESS!

Lawless waves at the crowd, who boo him intently, as he struts around the ring.

Geraldo: And his opponant, from Ciudad Juarez, Mexico, weighing in at one hundred sixty pounds, TAAAD O MIIIIINOOOR!

"Rollin'" by Limp Bizkit hits the PA and Tad Minor bounds through the curtains, getting tangled up in the process and tripping. Tumbling head over heels down the aisle, Minor lands at ringside, flat on his back, then bounces back to his feet and climbs into the ring, while Lawless tries to stifle laughter.

The bell sounds and Minor rushes at Lawless, diving at him headfirst with a resounding spear and bouncing off to the canvas. Lawless reaches down for Minor, who rolls out of his clutches and springs back to his feet, leaping back up and tagging Lawless on the shoulder with a glancing dropkick. Lawless doesn't budge but Minor looks excited, sprinting back to the ropes, bouncing off and coming back with a head of steam. Minor springs at Lawless with a cross body block, hitting Lawless across the chest, but Lawless catching Minor and holding him, not phased in the slightest by Minor's attack. Dropping Minor down over his knee, Lawless delivers a devestating backbreaker. Minor drops to the canvas, holding his side in pain, and Lawless pulls him back up, throwing him over one shoulder now and carrying him towards the center of the ring, planting Minor hard with a powerslam. Lawless presses one hand down over Minor's chest for a pinfall, while the openly hostile referee puts a hand over his eye and pretends not to see, feigning injury. Lawless looks up at the referee, shaking his head No in anger and the referee backpedals towards the corner, already regretting his decision to try and even the score with Cold Grass. Lawless draws back to punch the referee, but Minor's up behind him and leaps onto Lawless's back, trying to wrap his arms around Lawless's neck in a loose, sloppy sleeper hold. The audience howls out with cheers as Lawless stumbles around the ring, shaking himself violently, Minor trying to hold on like a wild bull rider. Turning himself around, Lawless throws himself back first against the turnbuckle, crushing Minor in the corner with his massive frame, then stepping out of the corner and leaving Minor's crumpled body laying in a heap.

Mancow: Once again, it would seem Tad Minor is determined to prove to the world that size matters more than heart.

Larry King: ... Hey wait a second.

Lawless picks Minor up, sitting him on the top turnbuckle, then steps onto the bottom ropes, the ropes lowering almost to the canvas under his weight as Lawless hooks Minor up for a superplex. Minor catches Lawless in eyes with a three stooges style poke, and Lawless steps back, one hand over his face as he grimaces in pain. Minor springs up to his feet on the turnbuckle, pointing at Lawless who's stumbling in front of him, and Minor leaps from the turnbuckle, tumbling through the air and flipping over Lawless's head, smashing to the mat alone after a very off-center dive. Lawless takes a step backwards, tripping over Minor's body as Minor tries to get up behind him, and Lawless falls hard to his seat. Minor dives over Lawless's chest for a lateral press, beaming a look of accomplishment as the referee dives in and makes a frantically fast count. 1..2.. Lawless still powers out in time, throwing Minor completely off his body and across the ring in the process. Raising slowly back to his feet, Lawless gives the referee a dirty look, and the referee smiles and holds up two fingers, when Lawless hadn't been down even a single second. Lawless and the referee stare down for a moment, until Minor springs back to his feet behind Lawless, running along the ropes and then springboarding from the middle to sail into the center of the ring at Lawless. Lawless turns toward him, expecting the attack, and catching Minor out of the air with a single hand. Slinging him up, Lawless flashes the referee a smile. Capitol Punishment! Lawless covers Minor again, the referee dragging out the three count as long as he can. 1....... 2...... 3.......

Geraldo: Your winner, "Flawless" DUUUSTYYY LAAAAAWLEEESS!

"Suddenly the lights shut off in the arena and footage begins playing on the big screen."

'The scene kicks off at some graveyard, the camera panning across the all the tombstones. Through the many of rows of tombs, the camera stops among one. Through the misty fog in the background, a tall dark figure walks from within. He brushes the hood off his head, revealing himself as Marcus Swift. Silently he walks to the tombstone, looking down upon it. It reads.

Dennis Ryan : Murdered in Prison : Missed 4Ever By Loved Ones : Leaving Behind Wife and 2 Children

'Marcus continues to stare down at the tombstone. He speaks quietly.

The Venom: You forgot.

'Marcus drops a knife beside the stone. He looks back up towards the camera

The Venom: It doesn't have to be like this again.

'A cold hard stare at the camera, before it begins fading out farther and farther away. His body just just dissapearing in the fog".'

Mancow: What the hell was that all about?

Larry King: Certainly a grim omen before Bloodbath. Marcus Swift has never been the most stable of people.

Mancow: Do you ever hire any normal people, Zack?

Mr P: Where's the fun in that?

Larry King: Well speaking of unbalanced people, "The Loose Cannon" is finally ready for his grand return to the ring since coming out victorious in Blood, Sweat, and Tears.

Mr P: Bryan Tann nearly killed himself to earn his shot at the World Title, and Chris Green seems to have been sweating bullets ever since. But with Green taking it easy, and Tann trying to patch together a month's worth of the most grueling punishment the OWF has ever seen, everyone's dieing to know how fit he is for Bloodbath.

Mancow: This is an excellant opportunity for the new tag team champion as well. If Jack Destiny can pull an upset like this over the number one contender, an injured Bryan Tann, he'll have to be considered one of the frontrunners for the World Title.

Geraldo: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Washington DC, weighing in at two hundred thirty five pounds, he is one half of the World Tag Team Champions: JAAACK DEEEEESTIIINYYY!

Bethoven's Violin Concerto in D Minor begins playing charmingly over the PA and Destiny steps through the curtains, a shower of gold pyrotechnics flashing up behind him as Destiny raises his tag title belt over his head. The audience booes and heckles and Destiny shakes his head, striding confidentally down towards the ring while unbuttoning his oxford dress shirt. Pausing at ringside, Destiny scans over the ringside fans, then shakes his head, pocketing his Raybans and picking up a microphone.

Jack Destiny: Normally I'd be happy to give a few momentos to the front row crowd, considering my shirt is worth more than the cars you people drive. But look at you. Don't they have running water in New Jersey? I could swear no one here has bathed in weeks.

The audience bursts into booes more heavily, littering the ringside area with concessions while Destiny checks his attire in with the timekeeper, gingerly handing over his tag title belt.

Geraldo: And his opponant, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, weighing in at two hundred thirty five pounds, "The Loose Cannon" BRYYYAAAN TAAAAANN!

The crowd continues to buzz as the anticipation is mounting. Finally, we hear over the PA a voice of a child. A voice that in it's innocense still has a dark, menacing sound to it, as though a dark prophecy is soon to come to pass.

Cry little sister. Come to your brother

The arena suddenly is FLOODED in red light as pyro explodes at the entrance way as well as the four corners of the ring post! The crowd erupts LOUDLY as "Swamped" by Lacuna Coil hits over the PA. Standing seemingly in the middle of the explosive pyro at the entrance way stands a lone figure who looks as though he's standing in the fires of Hell, preparing to do battle. Stepping out from the fire stands the one, the only, the man, the myth, the legendary, "The Loose Cannon" Bryan Tann! His walk down to ring side shows that of a man with a purpose. He rolls into the ring under the bottom rope, standing dead center in the ring. He then let's out a LOUD feral roar as he throws his arms in the air as the pyro explodes from the four corners of the ring! Destiny looks nervous as Tann's entire body heaves with each breath.

The bell sounds and Tann explodes forward, smashing into Destiny across the midsection with a lariett, folding Destiny over one shoulder, then snapping Destiny down with a spinebuster. Tann jerks Destiny upright again by the wrist, twisting him around and gripping him in a side headlock. Destiny kicks Tann's legs out from under him, rocking backwards and putting Tann down with a belly to back suplex. Rolling away, Destiny comes back to his feet first and snaps forward with a roundhouse kick for Tann's head. Tann sidesteps in, rocking in hard with a right hand haymaker across Destiny's jaw, staggering Destiny back toward the corner, then plowing in hard after him with a shoulder block, battering Destiny against the turnbuckle. Tann wraps Destiny up around the head, hoisting him up into a vertical Tannplex, lifting Destiny up high over the mat. Destiny twists, slipping down behind Tann and out of his grasp, and bringing Tann down with a neckbreaker. Destiny grabs Tann by the ankles, twisting his legs up into texas cloverleaf and rolling Tann over to cinch down the hold. Tann's muscles ripple and bulge as he presses himself up with his arms, his strength forcing Destiny to stand up taller as Tann lifts both their combined weight. As Destiny stands fully upright, Tann does a hanging crunch, curling himself between Destiny's legs and up in front of him, Destiny still holding Tann's legs. Tann rocks Destiny in the face with a huge right hand. Destiny responds by dropping Tann, putting him down with a powerbomb. Stumbling away, Destiny puts distance between himself and Tann and the crowd cheers while Tann gets back to his feet. Tann locks up with Destiny, muscling him back towards the center of the ring, Burying a knee into Destiny's midsection, Tann flips Destiny over with a tilt-a-whirl slam, bouncing Destiny off the mat.

Larry King: Bryan Tann seems in fine shape in prelude to Bloodbath. If I were Chris Green, I'd be pretty worried right now.

Mancow: Chris green is certainly something right now.

Thrown away by Vast hits the speakers as Chris Green steps through the curtains, watching Bryan Tann from the stage, fixated on his next challenger as he slowly makes his way down the aisle, being pelted with popcorn and beer. Tann glances up the ramp at Green, then turns back to Destiny, hugging him around the midsection and lifting him up for the northern lights Tannplex. With his arm wrapped around Tann's head, Destiny wrenches himself backwards instead, planting Tann with a ddt. The Inevitable! Destiny rolls Tann over, hooking a leg for the cover while Green laughs at ringside. 1... 2... Tann powers through, kicking out with his massive legs. Destiny looks up, pulling Tann back to his feet by his singlet, twisting him over into an abdominal stretch. Green circles the ring, standing at ringside in front of Tann and taunting him while Destiny holds him back. Tann's eyes burn with fury, and his muscles bulge and tremble as muscles his arm against Destiny's hold, forcing back both of Destiny's arms in the process until Tann breaks free, pivoting behind Destiny. The Aftermath! Tann lays Destiny out on the canvas, looking and keeping both eyes firmly locked on Green. 1... Tann lets go of Destiny, breaking the pinfall and stepping back to his feet as Green climbs up onto the apron. The referee steps between them, trying to force Green out of the ring, but Green clocks the refere with a right hand, knocking him to the mat, and Tann bounds forward tackling Green to the canvas, rocking him with rights and lefts. Green gouges Tann in the eye, shoving him backward, then springs to his feet, catching Tann by the head and putting him down with a tornado ddt. Green pulls Tann up again, and Tann presses in against him, forcing both men back towards the ropes. Tann and Green tie-up, muscling against each other, Tann getting the upper hand and hoisting Green up with a vertical suplex. Tann throws Green forward, dropping him with his midsection over the top rope. Green grabs Tann by the head, dropping backwards and out of the ring, pulling Tann forward and bringing his throat down over the top rope. Tann staggers backwards, clutching his throat, and Green slides back into the ring. Fall From Grace! Destiny raises back to his feet, his legs looking shaky as Green rolls out of the ring and the referee begins to come to. With a smug grin, Destiny throws himself overtop of Tann, making the lateral press. The referee raises a weak hand to make the count. 1... 2... 3....

Geraldo: Your winner, JAAAAACK DEEESTIIINYYY!

Mancow: Amazing! Jack Destiny with a hard fought win over Bryan Tann!

Larry King: A victory hard-fought for by Chris Green.

Mancow: Just as long as someone was fighting hard for it.

Cameron Frost comes striding back towards the ring as Green drags Tann up, slumping him in the corner. Tann puts a boot up into Green's midsection, but Frost steps in with a chair, waffling it over Tann's head and busting his scalp open, blood splattering over the mat. Green sets Tann up onto the top turnbuckle, jerking him out with a tornado ddt from the top, planting Tann's head into the chair. Frost retrieves a second chair from ringside while Green lifts the first bloody chair up from Tann's body. Tann begins to stir, raising back to his feet once again, refusing to quit, while Tann and Frost take positions on opposite side of him, each swinging their chairs at opposite sides of his head, smashing Tann between them. Blood sprays from Tann's head, splattering over Frost and Green as Tann crumples to the mat and Frost and Green continue to batter his downed body. The audience litters the ring with debree, booing and howling as Cold Grass batters Bryan Tann in the center of the ring, when in a single instance everything swaps to cheers and the PA booms out.

PA: I walk a lonely road...

Not pausing to make any form of showmanship, Dynamo races at down the aisle, Green and Frost looking up at him surprised. A large dotted line of bold white sutures close a vicious cut along Dynamo's brow, but Dynamo ignores any signs of his earlier battle as he slides into the ring, knocking Green backwards with a drop kick, while Frost comes at him from the blindside. Landing in a crouch, Dynamo catches Frost low and sends him over the top rope with a back body drop. Dynamo scoops up Frost's chair, smacking Green across the jaw with it as he tries to raise to his feet. Green stumbles back against the ropes and a second chair shot to the head from Dynamo knocks Green over the top rope and sends him spilling to the ground beside Frost. Frost helps Green to his feet, Green's head split open, blood pouring down his temple as Dynamo smacks the chair down over top rope in front of them. Frost moves as if to climb back into the ring, but Green grabs him by the arm, holding Frost back and exchanging a few words. Frost and Green both give Dynamo the finger from ringside, then backpedal up the aisle while Dynamo stands over Tann. Paramedics press down to the ring, attending to Bryan Tann while the crowd echoes a deafening chant of "Dy-No-Mo! Dy-Na-Mo!" Looking battered and exhausted, Dynamo throws his hands up over his head, marching wearily towards the back while Bryan Tann is carried off on a stretcher.

Mancow: Do you think Tann and Dynamo are in league with each other?

Larry King: I just think Dynamo wants to make sure Tann is ringworthy for Bloodbath. His eyes have been locked on Chris Green since he stepped through the door here.

Mancow: Well, Dynamo knows facing Green means facing all Cold Grass. It definately wouldn't hurt for him to make friends with someone like Bryan Tann.

Perry continues scratching notes out on a peice of paper in front of him.

Mr P: Everything is going to be hitting the fan at Bloodbath. But right here tonight, we've got a Network Title match slated for our main event, putting two of OWF's top superstars in the ring, each trying to get their big break.

Geraldo: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the OWF Network Championship. Introducing first, the challenger, from Brazil, South America, weighing in at two hundred twenty pounds, STAAAAARKEEER!

The hauntingly tribal music begins playing over the PA as Starker steps through the curtains, pulling his hair back out of his face and glaring down at the ring, eyes burning in focus. Starker ignores the crowd as they cheer him, striding down towards the ring and sliding in under the bottom, then moving to the far side and tugging on the top rope in a contest of strength. As California Love by Tupac starts to play on the PA, Starker turns his attention back towards the aisle.

Geraldo: And his opponant, from Los Angelos, California, weighing in at two hundred fifteen pounds, he is the reigning OWF Network Champion, GREEEG JAAAAACKSOOON!

"California Love" by Tupac featuring Dr. Dre starts up, and Greg Jackson quickly appears at the entranceway, his Network Title belt hoisted up over his head. He stares out at the crowd for a few moments, before making his way down the entranceway. His brother/manager Matt Jackson aka the Massicrist follows shortly after well behind his brother, as Greg slides into the ring.

The bell sounds and Starker steps forward to tie up, Jackson backing his way towards the corner trying to avoid it. Starker throws a toe kick forward and Jackson rolls out of the way, scrambling the opposite direction and leaning over the ropes to yell down at his brother, Matt, who seems generally frustrated. Starker throws a stiff forearm shot to the back of Jackson's head, battering him for a moment, then grabs him around the waist and wrenches him back, slamming him down with a german suplex. Both men get back to their feet, and Starker snaps forward with a big right hand. Jackson ducks it, catching Starker's arm over his shoulder and throwing him down to the mat with an arm drag. Starker rebounds to his feet, getting caught in the side of the face with a drop kick from Jackson which staggers him to the corner. Jackson comes racing in after Starker, cracking his knee against Starker's head with a shining wizard, then setting the dazed Starker up on the top turnbuckle, flipping him through the air with a top rope huricanrana. Jackson dives overtop of Starker to make the cover. 1... Starker pulls his shoulder up and Jackson gets back to his feet, taking a few steps backwards and looking nervous at the ease with which Starker pulled out. Jackson's brother Matt yells at him from ringside, trying to get Jackson to keep his momentum going, but Jackson stands back nervously until Starker is back to his feet and pressing in on him, forcing him into a tie-up. Starker plants a knee in Jackson's midsection, doubling him up, then slaps him down to the mat with a snap suplex. Starker pulls Jackson back up, tossing him into the air with a butterfly suplex, then slamming him down on the back of his head with a powerbomb.

voice: Oh give me a break!

Starker's gaze lifts from Jackson, watching up the aisle instead as Seth Price begins marching his way towards the ring, microphone in hand, ASW Canadian Heavyweight Championship around his waist.

Seth Price: I really can't believe this. I take one week off and cancel one lousy little match, so that I can concentrate on winning a real title, and Perry lets Mr Good substitute for me in Blood, Sweat, and Tears. Real shortage of talent you've got here in the OWF. So instead of being set ablaze by me in that Inferno match, you lit up that idiot who I got forced to carry as a partner. And then you move on to the finals and drop the ball against the PMS Avenger: Bryan Tann. It should have been me in that cage at High Voltage. And if it had been me, I certainly wouldn't have cried like a baby, begging for mercy.

Price prances around for a moment at ringside, speaking in a nasal mock-Starker tone.

Seth Price: Oh please, Bryan Tann, don't hurt me. You win. I quit. I'm not good enough for a World Title shot. Starker, you're pathetic. And it's your damn fault that I'm not the one walking into Bloodbath to destroy that half-wit, Chris Green for the World Title. So how do you get rewarded for losing your two biggest matches, and proving you don't have what it takes to run with the World Title scene? You get a shot at Greg Jackson for the Network Title! What the hell? Who wants to see the most pathetic wrestler ever fight the most chickenshit man in the buisness?

Starker leans over the top rope, pointing and screaming at Price and Price flashes a smile again.

Seth Price: Come to think of it, nobody really cares about this match anyways. The fans are all too busy watching Greg Jackson there get his ass kicked by Wolf over on ASW tonight. It's just a shame all the fans had to miss this.

Price drops the microphone, diving forward under the bottom rope as both Jackson and Starker try to stop him, laying into him with a flurry of kicks and stomps. Price rolls through between them, bouncing back to his feet, then rebounds at them, taking both Starker and Jackson down with a double clothesline. Jackson rolls out of the ring, starting to take off up the aisle, but his brother Matt cuts him off, pointing back towards the ring and pushing him towards the fight. Starker raises back to his feet, Price waiting patiently for him. Cash Please! Price lays Starker out in the middle of the ring, laughing hysterically as he climbs down to the outside. Price picks up the Network Title belt, holding it over his head and marching up the aisle, pausing just a few feet in front of Jackson and dangling it in his face, then walking confidentally up to the stage. Jackson makes a break back for ringside, leaning in to Perry, his voice caught on Perry's microphone.

Greg Jackson: He stole my belt. That's not fair. Tell him to give it back!

Jackson stamps his feet, throwing a temper tantrum as Perry stands up, looking up the aisle at Seth Price, now securing the Network Title around his waist.

Seth Price: On this episode of The Price Is Right, we just ran a Price Check on Starker and Greg Jackson. And combined, they're worth... Nothing.

Mr P: Price, Greg here wants you to give his belt back.

Jackson nods emphatically.

Mr P: So I want you to bring it to Bloodbath with you. It's going to be Greg Jackson versus Seth Price versus Starker, with the Network Title on the line.

Price grins sinisterly while Jackson's jaw drops and Starker raises back up in the ring, glaring from Price to Jackson.

Price disappears into the back, Perry trying to brush off the irrate Greg Jackson as a ring attendant slips him a note. Perry chews on the tip of his pen, deep in thought for a moment, then shakes his head.

Mr P: I've just been informed Bryan Tann has reached the hospital. Tann's suffered a fairly severe concussion, and as a result, it's unlikely he'll be in any shape to wrestle at Bloodbath. I want to apologize to the people of Pittsburgh that they won't get to see their hometown hero in the ring, but I assure you all that these type of actions from Cold Grass will not be tolerated. Chris Green isn't just going to gang up on Bryan Tann and get an easy win and a night off. Bryan Tann is still in line for a title shot, as soon as he's fit to compete, but for Bloodbath, I'm going to need a replacement.

Mixed reactions from the crowd give off alot of disappointed booes, which Perry takes in grace.

Mr P: There's one man I've seen though who I think has it in him to teach Chris Green a bit of a lesson. So at Bloodbath, it's going to be Chris Green defending his World Title against Kid Dynamo!

The booes cut immediately to chants of "Dy-Na-Mo! Dy-Na-Mo!"

Mr P: And to ensure that we don't have a repeat of tonight's events, I've got something special in mind. If anyone, be it Cameron Frost, Dusty Lawless, or even Diamond Kid himself, anyone other than Chris Green lays so much as a finger on Dynamo during that match, then I will disqualify Chris Green and the title will change hands. So Frost, it might be in your best interest to be at ringside, just in case anyone else gets some bright ideas that might cost Cold Grass.

The cheers are deafening. Perry grins smugly at his recovery while the shock and awe sets in around the arena. Switchblade Symphony's Chain plays charmingly over the PA, and Perry looks up, his face blanching white. Standing on the stage is Piter Svoboda, a brilliant smile across his face.

Piter Svoboda: My King of the Mountain match is signed, Zack. You know what I want, champ, and where I want it. And how I want it. And it happens on Sunday. I've given you two months to lick your wounds now. No more waiting. This Sunday. Got it, champ?

Perry sinks back into his seat without a word, breaking into a cold sweat while Svoboda disappears backstage and the OWF logo fades over the screen.