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This is a new generation.. A new breed of talent... Whispers fill your ears as the intro to music begins to play. They fade as the singing begins. If you feel... So empty.. So used up.. So
Let Down.. If you feel so angry.. So ripped off.. So
stepped on.. Your not the.. Only one. Clips of the new breed of OWF as well as old footage passes over your screen as "Riot" by 3 Days Grace plays in the background. The opening segment of Addiction grabs your attention and the theme itself becomes addicting.
We cut to the parking lot and we see a long black limo. Massive amounts of security guards come up to the limo. Out of the limo comes Jennifer Steel with her and Trent's three children. James, Ryan, and Angela. The security guards take them into the arena and into the backstage area. We see them get everyone out of the way as they lead the family into a private booth where they can see all the action. The guards all stay in the room. They push the cameraman out of the room as they lock the door. Falcoon - AHOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Welcome to Monday Night Addiction...Ooooooh! Burst - What is up with you tonight? Falcoon - I was up all night hyped up on nyquil. Kissens - Ugh, hello fans and welcome to another edition of Monday Addiction, y'all. I'm Jackie Kissens and these are my ESTEEMED colleagues, Nick Burst and Gordie Falcoon. Burst - Thank you Jackie. Kissens - Go to hell. Burst - Already there. Falcoon - We have quite the line-up tonig -- Oh wait. Falcoon puts his finger to his ear. Falcoon - I'm picking up something from the back... Kissens - What is it! Burst - Jackie, don't listen to him, he doesn't have an earpiece. Falcoon - No, no...I'm being told, we have someone backstage... Kissens - Why don't I have an earpiece y'all?! Burst - He doesn't have one either. he's lying! Falcoon - No, no...I just got word that we have Garrett Greene standing by backstage. Kissens - What the hell is he up to? Falcoon - He's going to try and talk to Trent Steel. Burst - Oh this should be amusing. Kissens - I brought popcorn, y'all! Burst - Sweet! We cut back to Garrett who is standing outside of Trent's locker room. Garrett Greene - Tonight at Addiction ladies and gentlemen we will see the former world champion Seraph take on the man that most believe is the closest thing we have to a number one contender. "The Son of a Bitch" Trent Steel. I'm hoping to get a few words with him. Garrett goes over and knocks on the door. Falcoon - Five bucks says Trent kicks his ass. Burst - Easy bet. Kissens - I'll take some of that. I bet he doesn't even let Garrett in the room. The door opens and we see Justin Zane standing there. Justin Zane - You're the ugliest pizza delivery guy I have ever seen. Garrett Greene - Ah ha ha. Look man I'm here to talk to Trent about his upcoming match. Justin turns and looks into the camera, raises a eyebrow and looks back at Greene. Justin Zane - You do realize that your asking to interview Trent in a very bad state of mind right? Garrett Greene - Oh how bad could it be? Justin Zane - Ooookkkaaayyyy. Justin let's Garrett walk in and Justin looks into the camera. Justin Zane - Toby's about to get some company. Falcoon - Uh oh. Burst - This is gonna be great. I haven't been this happy in months! Kissens - Just how bad is Trent gonna be ya'll? The room is dark with very little lighting. Trent is sitting in a chair lacing up his boots. Trent Steel - What the hell do you want? Garrett Greene - The fans wanted you to answer a few questions Trent and I thought it would be good to do it now before the- Trent Steel - I don't give a flying shit what the hell you think! This is not a good idea. Garrett Greene - Now see here mister! Trent Steel - Give me the mother fucking questions before I shove that mic up where Smokey should have when you were born you little bitch! Falcoon - I just got a bad mental image. Burst - HA HA! Kissens - Oh! he's gonna shove it up his butt! Garrett Greene - All right well what are your thoughts on the match tonight. Trent Steel - My wife and children are here. I'm going to go out and let them see me fight. I hate this but it's what Ryan wanted to see. Wants to see his daddy fight. So that's what he's going to see tonight. Which means Mr. Greene. Seraph is going to be going into the worst possible situation he has ever faced tonight! Garrett Greene - You have my condolences and the rest of the staff's as well Trent. Trent Steel - Thank you. Garrett Greene - So let me ask you one more question. What do you hope to gain tonight. Revenge? Trent Steel - ... Garrett Greene - Hey stop looking at me with those damn shades on and answer my question we're live here. Trent Steel - I'm not wearing my shades. Garrett Greene - Oh shit! Trent grabs Garrett and tosses him into the camera! Falcoon - Pay up! Burst - I told you it was easy money. Kissens - Ehh it's five bucks. The camera refocuses as Trent is slamming a chair into Garrett Greene's face over and over again. He starts stomping Garrett's face until he starts spewing blood every kick. Justin pulls Trent off of him. Justin Zane - Calm the fuck down pops! Trent Steel - You want a fucking answer you little whiny bitch! Trent grabs the camera from the cameraman and starts walking down the backstage area. Justin Zane - Trent what the hell are you doing! Trent Steel - Sending a fucking message. Trent stops right in front of the New 4H locker room and kicks the door in. He chucks the camera in and it lands right on the coffee table in front of Jesse Williams. Jesse leaps back from the debris as Lopes, Seraph, and Godsmack get up as well. Trent Steel - That could have been a bomb. It could have been a gun. Think about it. Each one of you are this close to making me snap. Stay the fuck out of my affairs tonight. And you. Jesse. If you think for one second about messing with my family. What I did to Jason Blood is going to make what I do to you look like slap on the wrist. See you in the ring Seraph. If you don't shit yourself and run. The camera loses it's feed and we cut back to ringside. Falcoon - Wow! Burst - He is on the edge man. Whoa that gave me chills. Kissens - I have never been so turned on in all my life. Falcoon and Burst look at Jackie and roll their eyes. Falcoon - Anyways, I think that was officially the longest intro to a show we have ever ha -- Falcoon is cut off by the song "Famous" by Puddle of Mudd as it hits the PA System and the fans rise to their feet to a rousing ovation as Chris Green comes out. Different in some ways, but in others the same. The same cocky arrogant smile. But a higher intensity from him than seen in years. He walks to the ring takes his sunglasses off and puts them in his side pocket. He calls for the mic. Burst - This is why I'm retiring. This right here. Falcoon - Well, in that case, THANK YOU CHRIS GREEN! Green - People wonder. Where the hell have I been the last 8 months. I vanished from the wrestling industry. Completely gone. Well lets just say it was a combination of a much needed break from the garbage that is this business, feeling completely burned out, and a lot of things that happened in my life rolled into one big huge BLUNT. Burst - Gawd, I want out. Falcoon - Preach on, brotha Green! Kissens - I can't take either of you! Green smirks Green - Sure I was away. For a while I even forgot this business took care of things that had to be taken care of. Then a few months ago I started watching. ASW. All Star Wrestling. Fans instantly start to boo. Burst - Don't name drop them, douche! Green - I know. Shit fed. Shit management. Shit everything. Its like a cockroach though. When there is a nuclear holocaust that federation will still be around. THAT’S THE DEAL!!! Green laughs Green - Anywho the REASON I started watching it was. One man who claimed to be the best of the best. Ray Lopes. He was dominating the competition. Undefeated. I wanted a shot at him. I wanted to take his ego down. I wanted to be the first MAN to break him. But I COULDN’T do it in the ASW. Shit I am banned from those faggots. So then I got his phone number. I gave him a call about 3 months ago. I convinced him to join the OWF!!!YES EVERYONE It was me who convinced him. I wanted to introduce him as the hottest free agent in sports entertainment,. As usual I manipulated him into quitting that shit federation as its champion. I also warned him. He will have MUCH harder time in the OWF. Facing the level of competition he has not faced. BIG DIFFERENCE facing Draco than facing Dominator! He agreed though not knowing my true intent. Green paces around Green - Well my intent now is known. Clash of Champions. The return match. Chris “By God” Green The meaner Greener. The KING OF THE WORLD comes back! I save the OWF. I save the ratings. I bring the fannies back to the seats. No more boring werewolves, soap operas, and champions WHO QUIT AS CHAMPION! Chris Green vs Ray Lopes. Lopes catch you later on after Draco kicks your ass into tomorrow. I will finish the job and prove that you my friend are a B LEVEL superstar who will get his career ended at the CLASH. If you don’t accept my challenge it proves your career is a farce. A joke. NOTHING. Its also part 1. N4H lead by the great Jesse Williams is in my sights. Yo Dubs you know we have been building shit for a long time. Catch you in a few months when I take back what is mine. Famous by Puddle of Mudd hits as Green drops the mic and leaves. Burst - Is it over? Falcoon - Nope. Burst - Yes it is, you bastard. We cut back to Jesse Williams outside of his locker room when a stagehand hands him a note. Jesse looks at it and grabs the stage hand. Williams - Who gave you this? Stagehand - Some guy who looks like he was wearing a white angel mask. Williams - Fucker's back. Jesse drops the paper. The stage hand picks it up and shows it to the camera. "At ClAsH yOu WiLl LoSe AnD uNtIl ThEn YoU aRe My BiTcH!" H_Z We cut back to the announcers booth. Falcoon - Seems like Jesse has more than one person to look out for at Clash of Champions. Kissens - Harbinger is back in action tonight. Burst - Good. Great. Grand. No one cares. Kissens - Ugh, lets send it to Missy...Please. Missy Janson - The first match is scheduled for a one -- Prez CJ - Hold up there, Missy. CJ walks out from the back holding a microphone. Prez CJ - Hey there folks, CJ here. Straight off the bat, the three competitors in the first match did not arrive tonight. I'm sure you're all really broken up about not seeing Reaper, Konshentz and Jamie Stevens here tonight. The fans stay silent. Prez CJ - Oh okay, so you don't care? Cool. Anyways. In that case, enjoy the rest of your night...even though it hasn't even started...yet...really. CJ drops the microphone and walks to the back. We cut to the backstage area, where it is hectic as usual, employees and wrestlers scuttering about, stepping over wires, equipment, metallic clutter that clogs each and every inch of the hallways. Everyone seems to be focused on the task at hand as the camera floats through the corridors, employees only thinking about running a tight ship, wreslters thinking about putting on a good show. As the music hits over the P.A. it gives a hollow echo that resonates through the cement walls of the backstage, followed by the ground shaking roar of the crowd. But things start to change as the camera continues on. The employees we pass stand still in their tracks, their jaws hanging ajar, their eyes wide with shock. Murmur fills the hallways...as OWF Reporter Ollie Williams and referee Jamal Henderson look at each other. Ollie Williams - Is that ..? Jamal Henderson - Can't be....can it? Everyone steps out of the way, more out of fear than shock, pressing their backs against the walls, their eyes never leaving the camera. We come upon the three mexicans standing against the wall, holding their own conversation. One of them looks forward, suddenly ignoring his friends and staring straight ahead. He nudges the one next to him, and soon they are all looking....muttering quietly in spanish, unable to move. Soon they're out of the picture, as well as all the others who are just as awestruck in the hallways...all those who can't fathom what their eyes are showing. James Dunn and Cokekid are hanging out next to the water cooler, each sipping on a little paper cup. But they, like the others, soon obtain that glaring, blank look in their eye. Cokekid - Duuudde...eeee? James Dunn - I...I...I....Run! They sprint out of the picture just as the camera comes to a stop. It turns to focus on one door. "N4H" Suddenly the door explodes into a spray of wooden shards, hammering backwards against the wall behind it. Inside we catch Godsmack and Ray Lopes who are sitting on the couch watching T.V. They shoot up instantly, cursing and yelling, ready to take on anything. But something's different. They look shocked, just as Plague did. Ray Lopes - Aw what the fuck! Godsmack- Ah...fuck this! He goes to take a step forward but before he can move, the T.V. is flying through the air. It nails him in the head, sending a sickening crunch as it crashes to the ground on top of him. The entertainment center is knocked over in a flury, and it seems as if the entire room has been thrown into chaos. Ray Lopes goes to step forward but is violently tackled to the ground. We still can't see much, only a fist raising into the air and coming down again and again. Lopes is writhing underneath each blow. Behind the two, Godsmack starts to get up, slowly pushing the small T.V. off his chest. His face is covered in blood and glass. As goes to push himself up the man on top of Lopes raises and quickly turns around, laying a quick black boot to Godsmack's midsection, then a violent knee to his face. Godsmack gives a muffled cry of pain before the pair of black boots stops in the middle of the two. The man turns, looking for something. He takes off towards the corner of the room, quickly returning. Lopes is starting to get up, and all is silent for a moment. Then suddenly we hear the ferocious sound of a chair against flesh! Lopes is hammered back against the ground, his head whiplashing off the tile, blood spraying into the air. It's back and forth, back and forth...a shot to Lopes, a shot to Godsmack. Until neither one of them are moving anymore. Blood seeps across the ground like a satanic river, pooling underneath both men. The chair drops, sounding its horrible metallic echo. The black boots move once again, all about the room...the sound of destruction follows. Pictures crash from the wall to the floor, couches are overturned, lockers are rummaged through, mirrors are shattered. Until finally there is silence. The soft footsteps come closer, the same as before, and as they stop in between the two members of N4H, the camera pans upwards. We only catch a glimpse of the man as he exits the room like a shadow...the Wrestler of the year Award in one hand, the Tag Team of the Year in the other...and a lock of golden blonde hair flowing out behind him. We cut back to the announcers booth. Falcoon - What the hell is going on. Kissens - Not a clue, y'all. Burst - Can we have a friggin match already? Falcoon - Calm down, Nick. It just so happens to be time for our first match. Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen, the first match of the night is a Handicapped Tables, Cage and Scaffolding Match. The only way to win is to have all of your team members get down into the ring with Tables, climb up and over the cage and to the outside. Coming to the ring first, for the first team...Liam O'Malley! O'Malley Shakes his head as he spits into the crowd. He lifts one arm towards the sky and quickly drops it as he makes his way to the ring. Missy Janson - Out next, one of his partners...making his OWF debut Kid Charlemagne! Music hits with the opening part of the song, the beer can opening, and KC comes out to an array of classier elegant pyros. Missy Janson - And the final member of this team, making his return to the OWF...again, "The Misfit" Spaz! The lights go out and the opening cords to Drain the Blood(The Distillers) blares over the PA. They lights come on dim and the silouette of a figure stands on the stage. The figure turns his head and reveals himself to be "The Misfit" Spaz. The lights come back on fully and the crowd begins to roar. Spaz is wearing his leather jacket with a Misfits sweater, and his hair in Liberty Spikes as he makes his way to the ring. Fire pyro begins to engulf the stage and Spaz walks through the fire till he gets to the ring. He stands on the outside, looking in. He removes the jacket and reveals "Legacy of Brutality" on the right sleeve of the sweater and Spaz on the other. On the back is the members of HF. He discards of his sweater to reveal a scared upper torso. Burst - This is gonna be a squash. Missy Janson - And their opponents, representing the New Four Horsemen...The Serial Thrillaz! Jesse Williams and Godsmack! The lights go black as a deep, eerie growl is heard over the PA. Immediately we hear dirty, distored guitars come in before being followed by the drums kicking in. Walk around the room with a glaze in your
stare. As the music dies down a bit, we see Jesse Williams and Godsmack walk out from the back. The lights come back up to a normal setting. Jesse holds a bottle of water in his hand as he slowly struts down the ramp while Godsmack is focused on the ring infront of him. Jesse takes his time walking towards the ring, making sure to take in all his surroundings as Godsmack walks slowly behind him. They both get to the bottom of the ramp and stop as the music starts to kick back in. NOW YOU'RE DOING THE WALTZ WITH YOUR MURDERER! Walk around the room with a glaze in your
stare. YEAH! Jesse holds his arms up as the repeated pounding of the drums resonates in the minds of all the fans watching him. He walks to the side of the ring closest to the cameras while Godsmack stares down the three men on the other side of the outside of the ring. Jesse steps onto the guard rail and looks directly at the camera. He holds his arm up as he spits the water into the air as the vocals kick back in. Mediocrity is the killer. You find yourself helpless. Strobe lights flicker all over the arena as Jesse climbs back down off the guardrail and stands next to Godsmack. Godsmack is stretching out. He laid emeralds in her eyes, And we painted crooked lines, All I know now is regret, The music dies down and Williams stands up straight, awaiting the beginning of the match. They set up the cage and lock it into place. The referees instruct all of the men to climb up the cage and get onto the scaffold hung above the ring full of tables. On opposite sides of the cage, each team group climbs up the side of the cage. Eventually all five men climb across rope ladders and to the scaffold. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) The oversized scaffold sways a bit at first as the men all approach each other. Spaz goes after Godsmack but Godsmack catches him with a spinebuster. Williams squares off with both Kid Charlemagne and Liam O'Malley, going punch for punch against each of them while Godsmack continues his assault on Spaz. Falcoon - You'd think that at least at the beginning of the match the team with more members would have an advantage. Kissens - Not here. Not now. Liam nails Jesse with a forearm to the back, as he and Charlemagne get the advantage on Williams. Godsmack sees this and nails O'Malley with a standing side kick and he falls to the scaffold. Godsmack begins stomping on O'Malley as Williams regains control over Charlemagne. Spaz begins to stand up near the edge of the scaffold, and Godsmack catches him out of the side of his eye. He charges him and nails a spear off of the scaffold and down into the mess of tables. Kissens - HOLY crap! Both Spaz and Godsmack crash through three tables, as Spaz gets the worst of it. This leaves Jesse up on the scaffold by himself against O'Malley and Kid Charlemagne. Williams goes back and forth, kicking the fallen O'Malley and Kid Charelmagne. Williams picks up Charlemagne and nails a snap suplex on him. Williams then walks over to O'Malley who pokes Jesse in the eye. He follows up with a kick and he hooks Jesse into a suplex position. Meanwhile, Godsmack has gotten back up to his feet and looks up to see Jesse fighting off O'Malley. Williams nails a hard knee to O'Malley's gut as Williams looks down to Godsmack. He tells him to get out of the cage. Falcoon - He's motioning for Godsmack to leave. Kissens - I dunno if that is smart, y'all. Godsmack turns and begins to climb up the cage as Jesse hooks O'Malley up in a vertical suplex. He lifts him up and turns him 180 degrees so he is holding him up in a suplex facing him. Williams drops O'Malley down with a Vertical Suplex Emerald Frosion. Burst - That's no small feat. That man is a heavy bastard! Falcoon - Devastating move by Jesse! Godsmack is about to the top of the cage and he sits, for a second as he sees Jesse stand up and walk to the edge of the scaffold. Godsmack begins to climb down the outside of the cage as Jesse lowers himself down into the ring. Godsmack gets about halfway down the cage and drops to the floor. Kissens - That's one. Jesse walks towards the cage but is attacked by Spaz. Williams quickly fights him off and kicks him in the stomach. He hooks Spaz up for a fishermans suplex and lifts him up. At the height, he brings him down through a table with a kneeling powerbomb. Burst - Spaz is dead...again. Falcoon - Hahaha, good one. Williams stands up, wasting no time in beginning to climb up the side of the cage. He makes quick work of it, scaling it with ease and getting up and over the top. He slowly lowers himself down, foot by foot before dropping down to the outside. Missy Janson - The winners of this match..The Serial Thrillaz, Godsmack and Jesse Williams! Burst - That wasn't even close. Godsmack walks over to the announcing booth and towards Missy Janson. Godsmack asks for microphones and Missy walks over to him and hands him two. Jesse is making his way up the ramp as Godsmack catches up to him and gives him a microphone, keeping one for himself. The two stand midway on the ramp. Falcoon - Ugh, this show is soooo long! Kissens - So quit, more money for me going it solo! Burst - Solo? Kissens - You're quitting. Shut up. Williams - This is the Tag Division? CJ lines us up against three men who have no future in the OWF in a high stakes match, and now what? Who's going to be next? Godsmack - I'll tell you Jesse, No one. There are No Tag Teams here. Williams - That's right 'Smack. In one night, I guess you could say we became number one contenders for the Tag Team Titles. Falcoon - They are correct, really. Godsmack - Unless you wanna see Dunn and MVP against Draco at the PPV? The fans cheer mildly. Williams - Oh shut up, what do you know? As I was saying, we want a Tag Title shot. We want it at Clash of Champions. Godsmack - We're gonna bring back some honor to those shitty ass belts. "The New Black" by Every Time I Die hits up and President Chase Johnson walks out from the back. The crowd roars for CJ as he calls for his music to cut and he lifts a microphone from his pocket. Prez CJ - Haven't you heard? Your days of demanding are over. The fans cheer. Prez CJ - Do you think you earned a Tag Title shot tonight? Do you? Williams - Hell yes we do. Prez CJ - Well congratulations to you, but if you want a Tag Title Shot, you two are going to have one more challenge ahead of you before you prove yourselves. Burst - He's gonna give them another chance?! Kissens - Bastard! CJ smiles. Prez CJ - You guys want that, right? Godsmack - You're damn right we do! Prez CJ - Okay good, so, how about this. January 21st, Monday Addiction from the Key Arena in Seattle, Washington, you two will be in action. The best part is, you don't have to win in order to get your shot, there just has to be a winner. Williams - So who are we facing? Prez CJ - That's simple. CJ looks directly at the two men in the ring. Prez CJ - Each other. The fans go bezerk as Jesse and Godsmack laugh it off. Kissens - They'll just laydown and take the loss! Williams - Yeah, smart move CJ. You don't think we could weasel our way around that? Prez CJ - No, I think you could, that's why I added a stipulation. CJ smirks. Prez CJ - ...The match will be for your World Title Shot, Jesse. Burst - OH SHIT! Falcoon - That's a hell of a stipulation. Prez CJ - If you lose Jesse, Godsmack gets your World Title shot! Jesse and Godsmack look shocked in the ring. Prez CJ - After that match has been settled, you'll get your Tag Title shot. Have fun guys. CJ's music hits up and he leaves as the fans are going nuts. We cut immediately to backstage, inside of Plague's locker room. The lights inside of Plague's locker room are shining brightly, sending their electric buzz across each of the four walls; painted a plastery off white. In the corner of the far wall, hanging next to the set of wooden lockers, is an OWF promotional pic...a bloody Plague standing atop a cell of glass, his arm raised high, the OWF title within his clutches. The camera slowly focuses on a small caption that imprints itself at the bottom...getting closer until it's clearly visible. "OWF," it reads. "Fight for what's yours." The mood is suddenly interupted by a shuffling to the left, and the camera pans in that direction. Plague walks out from behind the bathroom door, looking around his room, breathing the air building anxiety that comes before every show. He lifts one leg onto a wooden bench and bends over, starting to pull and tighten the laces around his black boots. As he is doing so, something catches the corner of his eye. He turns his head and the camera follows, only to show the OWF Tag Team of the Year award sitting idly in the corner, resting against a black duffle bag. He lets out a small arrogant chuckle to himself. Plague - Fuckin' Exile. He turns his head back to the task at hand, letting his fingers run across the laces. But before he pulls on one more, an explosive boom rings out from the other side of the room. His head jerks up like lightning, and he nearly stumbles across the bench. The camera doesn't move from his face...a look of suprise, horror, shock...all dawning at once. His lips begin to tremble, trying to formulate words... Plague - H..h..how....wh..what....? Before he can speak another man comes running into the picture, but we only catch a glimpse of his back as the camera falls to ground level. We can only see the feet now....a pair of boots that charge at Plague and tackle him to the ground. We can only hear....only hear the sounds of scuffling, fighting, yelling...the sick sound of flesh against flesh...of bones being battered and skulls being smashed. Again and again and again with muffled huffs of breath and anger following every strike... Until there is no more. Until everything is silent. Until the room fills with it. The man ontop of Plague slowly rises, standing over the crumbled body like a tiger surveying his kill. The camera focuses is on the carnage, Plague wearing a mask of crimson, his hair frayed, his eyes rolling around in their sockets. His limbs twitch involuntarily, his lips start to spaz and sputter as he tries to speak, sending spurts of saliva and blood into the air. Plague - C..ca..can't...b...be... Over and over again. Plague - Can...can.'t....b...be.... The man standing above makes no sound. He pivots on his feet and begins a sadistic strut towards the back of the locker room. For a few seconds we hear nothing...then the footsteps come again, this time towards the camera and towards the door. The black boots stop in front of Plague once more...a final survey...and then, quietly, they walk towards the door and out into the hallway. The camera begins to pan slowly upwards, to the spot in the far corner, the spot that previously earned an arrogant chuckle and a spiteful comment. Where there was an award, there is none. The camera turns slowly towards the hallway...tracing the wake of destruction...the doorframe is completely shattered, the piece of wood hanging crooked and ajar on its twisted hinges. It shutters in the silence as we cut back to the announcers booth.
Burst - Someone is sending a message to the members of the OWF. Falcoon - Yeah, but who? Kissens - It's gotta be Harbinger! It just has to be! Falcoon - Well, we'll have to wait to find out. It's time for another match. Missy Janson - The next match is scheduled for a one fall. It is a second round match in the PDA Trials and Tribulations Tournament.. The fans get excited. Missy Janson - And it is a Calm Before the Storm Match.. The fans get silent. Burst - A what? Falcoon - I have no clue. Kissens - Sounds dumb. Missy Janson - ..Both opponents are dog collared together and in the middle of the ring is a 10,000 thumbtacks. In order to win, you must body slam your opponent in the thumbtacks before you can pin them. The ropes are replaced with barbwire. There are no mats outside the ring, just cold, hard concrete. The dog chain is 15 feet long. This is a two-out-of-three falls match. Winner moves on to the Finals of the PDA Title Trials and Tribulations Tournament. Burst - I get it. Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, from Los Angeles, California...Ray Lopes! "Monkey Barz" by Sean Price begins to blast over the loud speakers. "N4H" flashes across the jumbo tron and then so do the initials "RL". Ray Lopes shows up on top the entrance ramp and then makes his way down to the ring. Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Whitesboro, New York..He is the OWF Network Champion and Tag Team Champions, Draco! The lights go dark in the arena and the fans hush to whispers in anticipation of what will come. The hushed crowd is cut off by an eerie chorus of little girls singing. Ring around the rosies The voices scream the last word and a majority of the audience covers their ears from the high pitched assault. In the background a low pitched hum is heard. The fans start to stand up as the wail of a guitar is heard joining in with the low pitched hum. The fans are on the feet cheering already. All eyes on the darkened entrance ramp. The screen flickers to life flashing name after name of the OWF roster.
Ashes, ashes The children's voices return are seen scrolling along with the names on the big screen just before the vocalist of Circle of Red begins to sing out the lyrics to "Suffer". The names and words fade slowly and bring the arena back into darkness. The guitars are reaching their peak. The drums are kicking in. The fans are still cheering and on their feet. Your words are a scalpel The screen kicks to life and red lights around the entranceway flicker on and off with the beat of the drums. The silhouette of a man is seen. Red light shown behind him. His head is down and the screen flickers to life cementing the identity of that man as Draco. A bloodied and battered Draco holding a title above his head. It is the Network Title. Another clip shows Draco in much the same bloodied state holding the OWF World Title. The music starts to get harder as the two images start to flicker to life. The videos are grainy and look as if you are peering at them through a thin layer of blood. SUFFER! SUFFER! As the last two words are screamed through the PA a series of explosions rip from either side of the stage in a synchronized motion to the center in front of the entrance way. The explosions slowly getting bigger until the last. A figure is seen in the middle of the entrance as the explosion erupts. The man has his head down and his arms out hanging at his side. Three titles are seen in his hands reflecting the red light as they sway in the man's grip. Thick clouds of smoke from the pyrotechnics hang in the air as the heavy rock music continues. Broken as I seem to be The smoke starts to clear and Draco is seen standing there with his head still down. The Network and both Tag Titles exposed to the world as he puts them over his shoulders with a blank expression on his face. The ash and soot covering his shoulders and face. He looks up towards the ring showing his oddly dull blue eyes. His wrists taped as they normally are, but his right shoulder is still bandaged up slightly. His scarred chest is showed once more. This thin white scars that people find hard to look at, no hope. He starts to walk toward the ring with no showmanship, no act, nothing, but a mission in his head...to make his opponent suffer. ...suffer... A low whisper is heard through the rock music. Draco stands in front of the ring just staring at it. He slides into the ring as the PA sends a low roar, almost demonic speaking that one word. SUFFER! Draco stands in the ring as the lights start to fade back down to their normal state. Draco stands there still half covered in the soot and char from the explosions of his entrance. The music slowly dies both Tag Titles over his shoulder not caring about them all. His Network Title treated much the same way. Just caring about the bell. The technicians fasten the final side of the ring up with barbed wire ropes as tacks lay in the middle of the ring. The referee locks the dog collar around each of their throats and calls for the bell. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) The two men circle around each other, keeping enough distance between them to keep the chain slacked. Lopes charges at Draco out of nowhere, but Draco leap frogs him. Lopes ducks under, and the chain gets caught in Draco's crotch and trips him down to the mat. Lopes suddenly gets yanked down to the mat as he runs out of chain. Both men slowly get up, and immediately turn and face each other. Draco nails Lopes with a right hand to the jaw, followed by a hard left elbow to the temple which staggers Lopes backwards into the corner. He hits the barbed wire ropes and his flesh gets stuck to the sharp barb's. Draco runs at Lopes, as Ray tries to pull himself free from the corner, but he can't in time as Draco nails a huge spear on Ray, only pushing his back up into the barbed wire more and more. Draco steps out as far as he can into the middle of the ring, standing on top of the pile of tacks. Kissens - Y'all noticed how quick Draco has been tallying up names? Burst - Nope. Falcoon - OH come on Nick. We all know you have your Draco Mini-Hitlist in your pocket. Burst - The only thing I have in my pocket is -- Kissens - DON'T WANNA HEAR! Draco holds onto the chain connecting the two men at the neck and he begins to pull on it, pulling Lopes out of the corner. It takes a few seconds for Ray's flesh to slip off the razor sharp barbed wire. He comes half stumbling out after losing his balance and Draco wraps his arms around Ray's chest. He flips him over his head and nails a belly to belly suplex onto the tacks. Falcoon - Now Draco can go for a pinfall. Instead, Draco simply picks up Lopes who has uncountable tacks in his back. Draco holds his right shoulder in pain a bit as he rotates it clockwise. Kissens - Draco's shoulder still isn't healed. Falcoon - If Lopes can take advantage of that, he's got a shot at coming back. Draco reaches down, lifting up Ray with his good arm and picking him up with a scoop slam. Draco botches the move and Ray falls to his side as Draco drops to a knee holding his shoulder again. Lopes gets back up, holding his back in pain but he sees Draco recovering and takes advantage. He grabs the chain and swings it at Draco, nailing him across the face and sending him down to the mat. Draco tries pushing himself up to all fours but Ray sends him right back down to his back with a hard boot to the ribs. Lopes wastes no time in lifting Draco up to his feet and taking him down with a hard clothesline. Draco hops right back up, only to be knocked back down by a dropkick courtesy of Ray Lopes. Kissens - Looks like Lopes is taking your advice. Draco gets up again but only to be kicked in the stomach. Lopes nails a DDT onto the pile of tacks as Draco immediately grabs his face and yells in pain. Lopes holds his back as he now has over fifty tacks lodged in his back. He rolls Draco over and covers him...1...2...kickout. Burst - That was only the first pin attempt? Falcoon - They can only pin after slamming their opponent into the bed of tacks. Burst - Ahh, thanks, asshole. Falcoon - No problem, dickface. Lopes pushes himself up, adjusting the dog collar around his neck. He tries to get some of the tacks out of his back, but it is basically pointless. He picks Draco up and tries for another DDT onto the tacks, but Draco is able to reverse it and nail a northern nights suplex onto the tacks. Draco does further damage to his shoulder as it takes the brunt of the impact to the tacks. Both men lay on the mat holding various parts of their bodies as the fans cheer for more. Kissens - You'd never think a PDA Title Tournament would be so competitive. Burst - Oh come on Kissens, the PDA division used to be the bomb. Falcoon - Yeah, it was good around the same time frame when it was last acceptable to use the phrase, "the bomb" Burst - I hate you. Both men are slow to get to their feet, but once they do, Lopes goes for a clothesline, Draco ducks and yanks the chain which spins Lopes around. Draco nails a huge pele kick to Lopes who falls to one knee. Draco tucks Lopes' head between his legs and hooks both of his arms. He lifts him up and nails a Tiger Bomb onto the bed of tacks. The referee makes the count as Draco keeps him in a pinning position...1...2...3! Missy Janson - Winner of the first fall, Draco! Burst - Early lead for Draco. Draco pushes Lopes off of him and pulls himself up to his feet. Draco holds his shoulder in pain as Lopes rolls around, bleeding badly from his back. Ray begins pushing himself up as Draco keeps moving his shoulder trying to work out the pain. Lopes stands up and Draco charges, going for a clothesline with his left arm. Lopes telegraphs it and ducks. Out of instinct, Draco turns and tries a clothesline with his right arm and when he makes contact it barely does anything and only hurts him. Lopes kicks Draco in the stomach and nails a huge cradle DDT onto the pile of tacks. Falcoon - Dissenssion Level Event! Ray quickly covers Draco...1...2...3! Missy Janson - Winner of the second fall, Ray Lopes! It is now tied one to one, next fall wins. Kissens - We're being treated to quite the match. Both men lay on the mat, pulling tacks from their skin. Lopes is the first to stand up and he staggers around the ring. Just then, from the back. Chris Green runs down to the ring. Falcoon - Oh what the hell. Green hops up to the apron and Lopes approaches him. Green drops down and starts taunting Ray. The two share words, while Draco gets up behind Lopes. Draco yanks on the chain, pulling Ray backwards. Draco grabs him around the waist and nails a German Suplex onto the tacks. He bridges up, holding Lopes down in a pin...1...2...3! Kissens - Green distracted Lopes! Green runs through the crowd and disappears amongst the masses. Missy Janson - Your winner, and moving on to the Finals for The PDA Championship...Draco! Just then, Godsmack runs out from the back with wire cutters. He cuts the barbed wire around the ring and slides in. Draco stands up and Godsmack nearly takes his head off with a baseball swing with the wire cutters. Falcoon - HOLY shit! Draco falls to the mat as blood flows from his forehead. Lopes gets up and un-buckles his dog collar, throwing it to the floor. Godsmack reaches down and picks Draco up and hoists him up over his shoulder in a powerslam position. Lopes gets down to one knee, extending his front knee up. Godsmack walks towards Lopes and drives Draco's right shoulder down onto the knee of Ray Lopes. Draco rolls around on his back in pain as both Godsmack and Lopes celebrate. Kissens - That was a horrible attack! Burst - It's what N4H does best. Falcoon - So now, Draco will fight for the PDA Title at Clash of Champions against the winner of Jesse Williams and Plague, which will be on next weeks Addiction. Burst - That is, if he's going to be able to fight after the attack by Godsmack and Lopes. Moron. Kissens - Be nice, y'all. You only have a few more weeks together! Using his own might, Draco manages to get to his feet. He can be heard screaming for a microphone. Godsmack and Ray Lopes are at the top of the entrance patting one another on the back. Looking up they see Draco is still in the ring. Lopes shrugs it off, but Godsmack turns around glaring at the Network Champion. Draco - If you can't beat them in a fight, do it afterwards? Nice motto, Godsmack. Lopes tries to tell Godsmack to shrug it off, but Godsmack is shaking his head. He can be heard calling Draco out. Motioning for the title around his waist. Draco - My thoughts exactly. We have a match at the next PPV for MY belt, right? The fans start cheering at the match. Godsmack only motions more for the strap around his waist. Draco stands firm, grunting a bit as he tries to move his arm. Draco - What about YOUR belt? That worthless thing you carry around to make yourself feel like a man. No, stop looking between your legs. It isn't there. You left your testicles and worthless title in the back room. So I have a proposal. You interested? Godsmack is flipping Draco off, ready to run down the ring, but Lopes is calming him down. Saying it isn't worth it. Make sure the title is on the line first. Godsmack stands there making the motion for Draco to bring it. Draco - So...that is a yes? Good. Next week, Draco vs Godsmack. If I win, I get your title. If you win, you get my title. Oh...one more thing. Since you are so intent on interfering and causing trouble. If you lose, you have to wear a dress to our match at the PPV. The crowd explodes laughing at Godsmack. He can't take it anymore and runs down into the ring. Godsmack gets back in where he cut the wire and charges Draco, Draco ducks and Godsmack tries to avoid the barbed wire. He jumps over the top rope, landing on his side and hurtying himself a bit. His anger and adrenaline get him right back up to his feet though. Godsmack starts kicking the announcer's desk and banging on the ring apron. Draco picks up the microphone as referees and officials come down escorting Godsmack backstage. Draco - I guess that is a yes, then? Dropping the microphone, Draco exits the ring and goes back stage carrying all three of his titles with a smirk on his face. Kissens - That will be some match y'all! Falcoon - So next week, we will see Draco versus Godsmack. Winner will hold both the Network Championship and the WoW Championship. Burst - I guess this belt isn't going to be defended by women anymore. Kissens - I guess not. We cut backstage again. There is one locker room in the OWF that is always particulary quiet. One that has that air of violence about it more than any other. One that radiates intensity and ferocity, like an aura that seeps from beneath the door. Draco sits in the midst of it all, his eyes cold and void of emotion, monotonously unwrapping tape from around his hand after his match. There's something missing from it all...the absence of Aphrodisia, the feelings of utter abandoment that seem to penetrate every inch. But Draco doesn't seem to notice...or perhaps just doesn't care. His eyes never leave his hands. The room sits idly enough, the small T.V. humming quietly in the background, the lights hanging above...the distraught black duffle bag thrown into the corner. On a chair next to the lockers sit the OWF Tag Team belts, one with Draco's name engraved on it. The other...blank. Draco looks up. His eyes become alert. The tape drops from his hands. Suddenly, the door gets crushed inwards, sending wood into the air, and Draco shoots up from his seat as if he expected it to happen. What he sees does not frighten him. It does not suprise him, or even shock him. But a blue fire lights in his eyes. A fire that seems to plant him where he stands like a stone, not a single muscle twitching in his body. The camera moves away, and the man with black boots strolls in. The intensity in Draco's stare increases as the man walks up to him. We can only see Draco's face as the two stand toe to toe, breathing down each other's necks, staring into each other's very being. There is no movement or noise for what seems like eternity, the two just standing there like statues, a test of will and of nerve. Draco never blinks. The man in the black boots never waivers. Like stone. The moment is over, the man turns his head. He gazes upon one thing...the title that is slung over the chair. With one glance back into Draco's eyes, he breaks his hold, and strolls over to it. With only a moments hesitation, he grabs it violently, slinging it over his shoulder. There are no more looks, no more pauses. He strolls towards the door, never stopping. Draco's eyes never leave the mans back, staring him all the way out the door. Kissens - Who the hell is this guy? Burst - I dunno, but it looks like Draco has a Tag Team Partner now. Falcoon - About time. Again, we cut to the back as we see Garrett Greene standing infront of the OWF logo printed on a large canvas. He holds a microphone and begins to speak immediately. Garrett Greene - Hello OWF fans. Please give a warm welcome, as I am joined by President Chase Johnson. The camera pans to the right as CJ steps onto the screen. Greene - CJ, you said you had an announcement you wanted to make. So please, you have the floor. Prez CJ - Thank you Garrett. I knew hiring you was a good idea. Greene - Really? CJ looks at him. Prez CJ - Uh, anyways. My announcement. The first one is something everyone knows, or should know. At Clash of Champions on January 27th, every single title will be defended. But the second is something you didn't know, and that is that we will be cutting our championships at Clash of Champions, as well. Greene - Cutting your championships? Prez CJ - Yeah. It's a decision we have come to. Greene - What championships are you cutting? Prez CJ - The -- Just then Jesse Williams walks in from the side and stares down CJ. The two stand in silence as Garrett Greene holds the microphone up and stands a distance back. Williams - I've been looking for you. Prez CJ - I'm not hard to find. I've been in my office all night. Williams - Well, I'm sure you've been watching the show then. Prez CJ - ...Yeah. Williams - So you've seen what has gone down tonight, correct? CJ looks at Jesse blankly. Prez CJ - Yes, what's your point? Jesse grabs CJ by the collar of his suit jacket. Williams - My point is, You know what has happened tonight. You KNOW that someone has it in for N4H. Do you think I'm stupid? Prez CJ - Uhhh..Yeah. Williams releases him. Williams - I can read the writing on the wall, CJ. Bring back whoever you want to face us, it could be King fucking Kong for all I care. I'm prepared to extract my revenge on those who have wronged me, and you'll find yourself second on this list if you aren't careful. I'm going after him with my troops right now, CJ. So you better tell him to get the FUCK out of Dodge. Williams storms off as CJ looks flustered. We cut back to the announcers booth. Burst - What the hell was Williams talking about? Falcoon - Uh, I don't know. Does Jesse know who attacked N4H? Kissens - I know who it is y'all. Burst - Who? Kissens - I heard it's Kozmo! Falcoon - No, that's Ch -- I mean, he's retired. Burst - Dumbass. Missy Janson - It is time for the Main Event...and it is a No Disqualification Match for the OWF World Heavyweight Championship! The fans erupt in applause. Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, he is a former OWF World Champion, from Alberta, Canada...Seraph! The three loud dongs are heard blistering across the arena as the lights dim to a cloud of darkness. The music blares out as Seraph steps out from behid the curtain, looking down to the ring with a smirk drawn across his face and a glare in his eyesthat airs pure arrogance and ego. He sniffles his nose in displeasure as he makes his way slowly down the ramp. The smirk still plastered across his face firmly as ever. The lights of camera's begin to flash periodically as he walks down the ramp way toward the squared circle. He slowly makes his way up the steel steps and takes his first step onto the cold mattress. The crowd's silence is lifted with a cheer of boo's over-powering the music that descends into the arena. He stands in the centre of the ring with his eyes flickering around the arena, the smirk grows larger as the light begin to turn on fully. He lowers his head and looks upwards toward the ramp, with the smirk still fixated upon his face. Falcoon - This is going to be worth every penny! Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Pittsburgh, Pennslyvania...Trent Steel! "Now your messing with a son of a bitch" The lights start to dim and Cult of Steel fans rush forward. Pyro goes off in the entranceway as the tron starts to play a video of Trent praying in a church. He looks up as the music starts to play. It's "No More Sorrow" by Linkin Park. As the musical instrumental starts to play Trent enters the arena to the whole audience cheering. It takes him aback for a minute as he grabs his black oakleys with red lenses and drops them right in front of him. He steps on them breaking them and points right to the ring at Seraph and makes a neck cutting motion. The fans erupt in cheers. Are you lost Your crusade's a disguise I'm aware of what you've done Trent walks to the ringside area as pyro from all four corners go off. He tosses his trenchcoat on the ground and slides into the ring. He's wearing a black wifebeater with a white ankh on the back of it and a white skull on the front, black jeans, black combat boots. He starts tearing off his arm tape. He pulls it off and we see the hole wounds have almost healed up from when he's been injured. No no more sorrow Trent signals to the ref that he is ready to start and his music dies out. Falcoon - This is the big one folks. Burst - Yippie. This is going to be yet another boring world championship match. Kissens - Oh put a sock in it Nick. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Seraph and Trent don't make a move. They eye each other until Seraph points up to the balcony where Trent's family is staying and says something. Trent doesn't respond. Seraph shoves him and Trent doesn't respond. Seraph rares back and hits him hard as he can. Trent gets knocked back but stands back where he started. Seraph rares back again and Trent headbutts him in the face. Seraph goes down grabbing his nose. Trent rares back and toe kicks Seraph in the side of the head. Trent picks Seraph up and reverse atomic drops him. Seraph stands disoriented as Trent kicks him in the gut. Seraph catches and Trent smirks as Trent hits the enziguri on Seraph. Seraph lays on the mat prone as Steel begins to go after Seraph with stomp after stomp. Falcoon - Steel is really taking it out on the former Champion. Kissens - He wants this more than anything. For his son. Steel reaches down, picking up Seraph by his hair and pushing him up against the ropes. He nails a knife edge chop to the chest of Seraph, but Seraph shrugs it off and grabs Steel by the hair. He turns him and nails a knife edge chop of his own before irish whipping Steel across the ring. When he comes back, he gets taken down with a massive sidewalk slam. Seraph regains control as he slides out of the ring and walks towards Missy Janson. He pushes her off of her seat and grabs the chair she was sitting on. He closes it up and slides into the ring. Steel stands up and Seraph lunges at him, decking him with the chair right across his forehead. Kissens - Seraph is lucky this is No DQ. Burst - I wouldn't call him lucky. Falcoon - Me neither. He's in the ring with Trent Steel. He may not have invented them, but he sure has perfected the use of weapons. Seraph sits and waits as Steel takes a few seconds to regain his senses. He pushes himself back up to his feet and turns around, only to be hit with the chair again. Steel falls to his knees as the chair is nearly bent in half. Falcoon - DID YOU HEAR THAT SHOT? Burst - Hell, they heard it back in America! Kissens - I bet it's echoing in Steel's skull right now. Seraph rears the chair back again, but instead, he places the bent chair over the head of the kneeling Steel. Seraph runs towards the ropes and when he bounces back he soccer kicks the chair as hard as he can as Steel falls to his back, blood spurting everywhere. Falcoon - I don't think I have ever seen Seraph so focused. Burst - He wants that belt back, numbnuts. He felt he was screwed. Seraph takes the chair and throws it to the outside and immediately lifts the bloodied Steel up to his feet. Trent tries to fight Seraph off with rights and lefts to the body of Seraph, but he brings his knee up to the midsection of Steel and pushes him back into the corner. Seraph slaps Steel across the face. Falcoon - What disrespect! He bends down and lifts Steel up to the top rope, where he sits him down. Seraph winds up and nails a right hand to Steel, which stuns him. Seraph steps up to the second rope and hooks Steel for a suplex. Steel fights it off and pushes Seraph down to the mat. Seraph jumps right back up and charges the corner, but Steel jumps off and nails a flying lariat that sends Seraph flipping down to the mat. The fans get behind Steel, in his troubled times as he uses the ropes to pull himself back up to his feet. Kissens - These fans want Steel to win for his son! Steel walks over to Seraph and lifts him up. He begins firing away with haymaker after haymaker. He throws a right elbow that sends Seraph back up against the ropes by the announcers booth. Seraph bounces off, attemping a clothesline but Steel catches his arm and nails a double armed DDT. Falcoon - Steel has regained control! We cut to Jesse Williams, Godsmack, and Ray Lopes in the backstage area heading up to the box seating. Falcoon - Oh shit! Burst - They are not. Damn it! it's the man's family! Kissens - This is not good. Williams kicks open the door to the skybooth. No one is there. The New Four Horsement rush in. They look across and see that the family's been moved to the front row surrounded by fans and security guards. Jesse slams his fist into the wall. The door shuts behind them and we see a man standing in front of them as he locks the door with his back to them Williams - What the? ??? - Shut up! Williams - You. Jason Blood turns around and puts the key in his pants. Godsmack starts to make a move but one of the chairs spins around and carrying a barbwire baseball bat is Justin Zane. Ray Lopes - Still two on three man. Dude JoB - Oh really? Jesse's face almost goes white as we see from the back corner comes Dude JoB. Dude JoB - Figured you wouldn't be this stupid Jesse. I mean you know these two are going to protect their family as much as possible but why the fuck am I here? Because. They're my family to. I'm not running. I'm right here fucker. You and I got some unfinished business if I do recall. Justin Zane - Less talk. More rock! The three rush the New 4H and we cut the feed back to the ringside. Falcoon - We got fans going insane. The New 4 Horsemen getting beatdown by Trent Steel's friends and family. And the ring is filled with one of the most intense contests! Burst - DUCK! Kissens - Shit! Trent Steel just hurls Seraph out of the ring onto the announcers table. He gets up to the top turnbuckle and points to his family. Thumbs up from Steel. THE BLACKWINGED ANGEL! Trent Steel just executed a high risk manuver! We cut to the kids and Jenn. They're screaming their heads off. Both men lay amidst the broken table. Kissens - STEEL NEVER USES THAT 450 SPLASH! Burst - He did just now! Falcoon - I liked this table, damnit! Burst - I wanna go home. They both lay motionless for a few seconds before Steel begins to stir. The fans cheer him on as he pushes himself up to his feet. He picks Seraph up by his hair. He drags him towards the ring and he rolls him in. Steel slides in right after him and quickly covers Seraph...1...2...kickout by Seraph! Kissens - How did he kickout? Burst - Who knows. Who cares. He kicked out. That's that. Steel pounds the mat as he gets back up to his feet and slides out of the ring once again. He reaches under the ring, pulling out a large duffel bag which he slides into the ring. He then reaches under again, pulling out a table and sliding that in as well. Seraph begins to get up to his feet as Steel slides back in. He walks over and boots Seraph back down to the mat. Trent reaches down, picking up the table and setting it up near the ropes. After he has set it up, he goes back to the bag and unzips it, pulling from it a parking sign. Seraph gets up to his knees but Steel knocks him right back down as he dents the sign over Seraph's head. Blood flows from the bridge of Seraph's nose as Steel discards the sign and walks back over to the duffel bag, reaching in and pulling out a kendo stick. He walks over to Seraph, lifting him up to his feet and sending him running towards the ropes with his free hand. When Seraph bounces back he gets nailed right between the eys with the kendo stick. Seraph staggers, but doesn't fall, so Trent takes another shot with the kendo stick which knocks Seraph down to one knee briefly. The kendo stick is falling apart at this point, as Steel waits for Seraph to get up to his feet. He stands up and Steel nails him with a huge kendo stick shot that sends Seraph down and shatters the bamboo rod. Falcoon - Trent Steel is dominating right now. Burst - I don't know if this guy can be stopped. Kissens - He's fighting for his -- Burst - Yeah we know. He's fighting for his son. We got it. Steel drops the kendo stick and walks back to the bag. Falcoon - How many weapons does he have in that bag? Burst - Probably a lot more. Steel reaches in, pulling out his barbed wire whip, "The Reaper". Kissens - Oh no. Falcoon - Nice knowing you, Seraph. Steel waits for Seraph to get up again. Seraph uses the ropes and he stands up, turning around. Steel unleashes a whip across Seraph's chest which gets stuck in his skin. Seraph grabs onto the whip, as his hands get punctured by barbed wire. He pulls Steel as hard as he can towards him and catches him, launching him over his head with a Capture Suplex through the table. Burst - What a counter! Kissens - I thought he was finished for sure! Falcoon - That barbed wire is still lodged in Seraph's chest. Seraph stands up and he rips the whip from his chest as blood streams down his abdomen. Seraph is now bleeding from his hands, chest and forehead as Steel lays on the mat after crashing through the table. Seraph grabs Trents legs and drags him from the mess of the broken table and he grapevines his legs. He turns him over and locks in a Sharpshooter. Kissens - Sharpshooter!! Seraph sits back and cranks on the legs of Trent Steel. Steel yells in pain as he claws at the mat. Getting to the ropes will do no good, so Steel tries to reverse the leverage but Seraph has too high of an angle. As Steel struggles, Seraph cranks back even further and Trent lets out a loud yell before burying his face in the mat. His blood starts to stain the mat as he begins to flow even heavier now with him trying to get free. Steel places his hands flat on the mat and begins pushing his upper body up. As he does so, the pain becomes more intense but Seraph loses his balance and falls forward, breaking the hold. Falcoon - He got out! Seraph quickly recovers though, and sits back down and locking the sharpshooter back in again and cranking back as far back as he can. Burst - Almost. Kissens - I don't know how Steel will get out of this one. Seraph continues to pull back with all of his might as Steel yells in pain. He looks up and sees his family cheering him on. He stops yelling and he again places his hands on the mat and pushes his upper body up, but he collapses back down when he see's Seraph is not budging. Steel uses all of his might as he crawls towards the ropes. Kissens - Dummy, there are no rope breaks! Steel grabs a hold of the bottom rope. Seraph just cranks back even further as Steel holds onto the rope. He then reaches up, grabbing onto the middle rope with both hands and pulling himself up. The pain is extreme on Steel, but he continues to try to pull himself up. Seraph is only holding on to the Sharpshooter by the skin of his teeth. Steel reaches up, grabbing onto the top rope and Seraph releases the hold. Steel uses the ropes to hold himself up, since his legs are very weak now. Seraph stands and charges, nailing a clothesline that sends both men over the top rope and tumbling to the floor. Falcoon - Smart thinking by Steel. Burst - Atleast he's out of that Sharpshooter. Both men lay infront of Steel's family as their cheers can be heard. Both men slowly make their way up to their feet once more and square off outside. Steel hits Seraph with a right hand and then bends over, picking up a electrical cord and wraps it around the neck of Seraph. He tries choking the life out of Seraph. Blood flows down both mens faces as Steel uses all his might to pull on the chord while Seraph has the blood cut off to his head. Seraph falls down to one knee and Steel pulls tighter on the cord. For some reason, Seraph gets a burst of blood to the brain and he regains his senses. He pushes himself backwards, with Steel behind him and he slams Steel back first into the steel steps and sending the top half flying into the crowd. Falcoon - WATCH OUT! Seraph removes the cord from around his throat as both men lay beaten and bloodied on the outside. Steel holds his back while Seraph gasps for air. The fans are cheering for Steel loudly. Kissens - I can feel the ground vibrating, y'all. Falcoon - That's the sound of 10,000 plus getting behind a man and his family. Both men use whatever adrenaline is left in their broken bodies as they use anything to pull themselves up to their feet. Seraph uses the ring apron as his legs seem like dead weight almost as Trent uses the guard rail. Both men take a few seconds before even getting up to their knees. Trent is having trouble, but suddenly, the fans reach over and pull Steel up to his feet and balance him up against the guard rail. Burst - That's not fair! Falcoon - How? Burst - They can't help! Kissens - It's no DQ! Burst - Oh, right. Steel thanks the fans and he walks over to the apron on the side of the ring adjacent to where Seraph is. He reaches under the ring again, and again pulls out a table. He slides it into the ring, and he rolls himself in right after it. Seraph is up on the apron on the outside of the ring, laying on his back and catching his breath. Trent uses the ropes to anchor himself as he pulls his near lifeless body up on his wobbily legs. He walks towards the table and picks it up. He leans it in the corner, but as he turns his back on Seraph, Seraph hops up. Falcoon - Uh oh, Seraph has his second wind! Kissens - These two are going all out! Seraph charges Steel. He slams Steel's face into the table, which staggers him out into the center of the ring. Seraph kicks him in the stomach, bending him over and tucking his head between his legs. He hooks both of Trent's arms and he nails the Oblivion pedigree. Burst - OBLIVION! Kissens - NEW CHAMP y'all! Seraph falls lifeless to the mat though, as his adrenaline runs out. Both men lay motionless as they stare at the rafters. Blood fills their eyes, but they are so weak they can't even wipe it from their brow. Seraph starts to turn, very slowly and painfully he rolls over landing on his stomach. He begins to crawl with everything he has left to the body of Trent Steel. Seraph inches closer, before throwing his arm over the chest of Trent Steel. The referee slides into place...1...2... Burst - 3! KICKOUT! Falcoon - WHAT! Kissens - Steel got his shoulder up at the last possible millisecond! The fans are going nuts, shaking the arena to its core. Neither man moves as the fans cheer on Steel loudly. His family is going nuts, cheering him on as loud as possible. Finally, Seraph begins to move as he crawls towards the corner. He sits up against the turnbuckle, looking at Trent Steel who starts to stir. Seraph takes his hand and wipes the blood from his eyes, but is too exhausted to get up yet. Steel gets up to one knee, with his back to Seraph. Seraph begins to try to get up as he grabs onto the top rope with both hands and pulls himself up slowly. Steel tries to grab for something to help himself up with, but he finds nothing. He grabs the dufflebag from earlier in the match and looks to see if any weapons can help him push himself up. He finds only a small flourescent light tube and a pair of brass knuckles. Seraph approaches and picks Steel up by his hair. Steel gets to his feet and Seraph knees him in the gut. He drops both the brass knuckles and the flourescent light tube as Seraph tucks Steel's head between his legs again. Falcoon - It's over now. Burst - He gave it a great shot. Seraph hooks both arms, but Steel is able to kneel down and advert Seraph's signature move, Oblivion. He frees his right arm and is able to push Seraph off of him. Steel reaches down quick and grabs the flourescent light tube. He smashes Seraph across the face with it, which sends glass into his eyes and his forehead and bloodies him worse. Steel grabs Seraphs head and tucks it between his legs now. He hoists him up into a crucifix position and he walks towards the corner with the table in it. Burst - DO IT! Steel nails The Eradicator on Seraph through the table. Falcoon - NOW PIN HIM! Kissens - GO! Steel falls lifeless ontop of Seraph. The referee slides into place as the fans yell the count with the referee...1...2...3! Missy Janson - The winner of this match...and NNNEEEEWWWW OWF WORLD CHAMPION...TRENT STEEEEEEL! The fans go bezerk as both men are unconscious in the ring, passed out from exhaustion. The referee grabs the World Title and lays it on the body of Steel. Falcoon - HOLY FUCK! HE DID IT! Burst - Trent Steel is the new OWF World Heavyweight Champion! Kissens - All right. Finally a sexy champion. Suddenly, the lights cut out and static plays upon the OWF Tron. There is silence in the arena at first. Burst - Oh what the hell is going on now? Falcoon - This has been one of those crazy OWF nights and it's about to get crazier. Through the darkness, static and silence...eventually, the eery and dissonant beginning notes of "The Coming Curse" by Iced Earthstart to ring out. The fans explode, nearly blowing the roof off the building. Kissens - Oh my god... Burst - HE'S BAAAAACK! The song begins to gain momentum as images flash on the screen. They Angel beating a bloodied Draco with a chair. Then it switches to Angel busting Alexis Cage wide open with a hard right. We then see the infamous incident at Blood Bath where he stapled Williams' fingers and Jesse fell twenty five feet through the the announcers table. The main guitars kick in and the lights go on. At the top of the ramp, we see none other than the man himself, Angel, strolling down the ramp with his Tag Team award in one hand, his wrestler award in the other, and the tag belt over his shoulder. The crowd is going completely crazy, but Angel isn't showing any reaction to them at all. Just a blank stare in his eyes. He gets to the ring where both Steel and Seraph are both rolling around, oblivious to what's going on. He stands in the ring for a moment, surveys the carnage, the abruptly drops all his awards and titles to the canvas, his eyes never leaving the OWF title. He slowly walks over to it, which is on Steel, and he kneels next to him. He stares at it for a few seconds before running his hand over it, brushing the leather, running his fingers over the marble and the gold. He clutches it in his hand and stands slowly, his eyes never leaving it. After staring at it for a few more seconds, he reaches into his pocket and he pulls out a microphone. The fans get very quiet. Angel - I will fight for what's mine. Angel drops the title, and the microphone before picking up his awards and his Tag Team Title. He exits the ring as the fans are going nuts, chanting "Welcome Back! Welcome Back". Falcoon - ANGEL IS BACK BABY! Kissens - And he wants the OWF Title! Burst - WHO DOESN'T! Kissens - This place just got a whole lot more interesting! Angel disappears behind the curtains. Falcoon - Well folks..that's about all the time we have --
Burst - I WANT TO GO HOME! Steel is in the middle of the ring, just getting back up to his feet. The ref hands him the world title. He looks over at his family and bids them to come over. He hands the belt to Ryan who holds it over his head. Coming down the entrance way is Jason Blood and Justin Zane who grab Trent and hoist him up. Seraph gets out of the ring and starts heading up as we see Dude JoB walk down the ramp. Their eyes meet. DJ nods his head and walks past Seraph. He sees the New Four Horsemen come out, looking bloodied and worse for wear and he joins up with them at the top of the ramp. Trent calls for a mic. Trent Steel - Hey whoa whoa! Just one fucking minute. I got to say two things. First, Hey Angel. Welcome back, buddy. Don't worry, pal, there's enough of Trent Steel to go around. Once I make a mockery of that mexican worse than you ever could, I'll show you that you should have kept your ass back wherever the hell you were! The fans cheer loudly. Trent Steel - Now that I addressed that, I want to say one more thing..Good job Seraph. Give it up for him guys come on. The crowd responds with a standing ovation. Seraph looks around freaked out. The rest of the New 4 Horsemen start mouthing off as Trent holds up his hand. Trent Steel - I know it sucks that I ruined your fucking plans right Jesse. I mean you were just going to what? Talk to my wife? Have some chit chat with my kid? No. I know what you were wanting to do. I know what went into your head. It's the same thing I would do if I didn't have any respect. Any honor. So you know what I have decided exactly what I am going to do now. I'm going to fucking destroy you with the one thing you want most. My title. My WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! However I thought it fitting to do one thing just to personalize it. Trent holds up his hand and Justin Zane hands over his barbwire bat. Trent looks over at Jason and nods. Jason goes under the ring and takes out a canister of high grab lighter fluid and drenches the belt. Trent hands the zippo lighter over to Ryan. Trent Steel - Light this one up for daddy! Jesse looks like he's about to go ballistic as he runs to the ring. The other members of The New 4 Horsemen hold him back. Trent smirks as he slams the bat into the top of the belt over and over again. He leaves a hot barbwire mark on the front of it. Trent Steel - Hey Jesse! Now your messing with the world heavyweight champion son of a bitch! Trent laughs as Jesse turns and walks backstage. He returns a few seconds later with a microphone and he stares down Trent Steel. Williams - No, no Trent. I'm messing with a DUMB son of a bitch who happens to be World Champion. The fans boo. Williams - You know, not everything is about you. Yeah, your kid is sick. I'm sorry to hear that. But what makes you think we'd make this personal and try to go after your family? Sorry. Your little group of mental retards aren't worth the time even if we were interested. Steel looks furious in the ring. Williams - When your family attacked us, we weren't looking for your wife or your kids. If we were, we would have found them and you wouldn't be celebrating with them right now. No, see, Lopes and Godsmack were attacked tonight and I found out who it was before the rest of you morons. And we went looking for him. We went looking for Angel. Steel stares at Jesse. Williams - Yeah, that's right buddy. You weren't on our minds. But, instead of finding Angel, you had your goon troop attack us and then look what happened? Angel comes out here and STEALS your spotlight. It's a shame really, Trent. Trent looks on at Jesse, looking calm. Williams - Keep talking your shit, Steel. Because at Clash of Champions, the only shit that will matter is the six feet of it you'll bury yourself under with your words by that time. Jesse drops the mic and N4H turn and leave. Falcoon - We're out of time! Green is back! Angel is back! Draco versus Godsmack next week! Steel is champion! Goodnight! |